[ sure, langa is feeling exhausted as hell and he could probably fall asleep the moment he closes his eyes, but he adamantly tries to stay awake long enough to be able to spend at least a full minute of this afterglow with reki… he really wants to let reki know that he meant every word he had said during their fits of passion, and that there’s so much more he has to say, and that they should definitely have a next time for this, a next time for more—
grasping the hand covering his mouth, langa places a sweet kiss at the center of reki’s palm before using it to pull reki closer so that langa can land another kiss to the corner of reki’s lips. ]
I love you.
[ is what he starts with, voice dripping with pure adoration as he drapes that arm over his shoulder, shifting closer. somehow in the middle being turned to his side, his cock had slipped out from reki's hole—which leaves langa feeling a little lonely so he tries to make up for it by closing any other space left in between them. ]
Reki, did you… Was it all good for you?
[ time for the moment of truth. reki seemed to have enjoyed himself all throughout but did he really? langa has to know. ]
[ reki groans as he's pulled closer. he doesn't want to think about that. about how embarrassing it was to let all those emotions go right then, during their first time, a memory that's going to stick with them forever. if it was just langa, he'd never let him live it down. it would've been a great opportunity for some eternal ribbing. really, reki can't wrap his head around why he deserves that adoration in langa's voice, his compulsion to be close to reki even after he's spent and sated.
so much for all that post-sex confidence. he mumbles something close to love you back, trying to find a comfortable place for himself in the tight tangle of their bodies. moving like this makes him acutely aware of how wet it still feels inside of him, and he's groaning again, for a different reason, angry at his body for burning hot all over again at the sensation.
yeah, no. not right now. ]
It was good.
[ he knows exactly why langa's asking him. firmly, he squeezes langa's shoulder so there's no doubt that he's telling the truth, even if he can't really bring himself to open his eyes. that squeeze turns into slowly stroking fingers, gliding up and down langa's arm, and there it is. he actually loves this fucking idiot, his heart so incredibly full of the desire to touch him and be with him, and he deserves to know that. ]
Would've been better if I was on top. Next time. Night, Langa.
[ relief washes over langa from hearing that it was good after all... for both of them, not just himself. thank fuck for that because langa would've felt extremely guilty for enjoying every single second if reki had felt any other type of way.
the corner of langa's mouth twitches into a smile when reki stubbornly reminds him of being denied to be on top... langa had almost forgotten about that actually, so fucking driven by his primal desires of nailing reki into the bed... well. at least they have next time for it, right?
but that smile quickly melts into a pout when reki tries to shut him down into sleeping right in the middle of their nice little post-sex conversation. hey, now—! ]
Fine, you can be on top next time.
[ langa assures with a whine, and weakly squeezes reki in his arms, hoping he hasn't actually fallen asleep on him yet. ]
[ he pushes his hands out between them to try to combat the squeeze like an angry cat. they're both so sweaty—man, what he wouldn't give for a shower—and langa always runs way hotter than him. it's nice when he's cold, which he will be the second he's not overheating, it's yet another one of life's vicious cycles, but right now he's too sleepy and fussy.
which isn't his fault! he didn't ask to be nailed to his mattress tonight. except for the part where he did, eagerly and enthusiastically, but it's not his fault langa went above and beyond, as always. that's on him for always being perfect and amazing. the absolute fucking gall of this man. reki cracks one eye open and stares balefully at him. ]
[ he gets a what at first but langa holds back from answering, he continues pouting instead because he wants more than a verbal response. reki's eyes have been closed this whole time langa's been talking to him! not that he's offended by it or anything, langa's just... after everything they've done on this bed, there's this weird needy feeling he has that he can't quite cover up. it doesn't help that reki's trying to push him away as well. but langa remains a solid, dead-weight against him, not budging.
when he finally gets one eye on him, langa's pout turns into a small smile, amused at how reki's acting a lot like a certain fennec fox. his heart fills to the surface with warm affection... there's so much he could say but he decides... maybe it can wait until morning. ]
Nothing. Just wanted to get one last good look at you before sleeping. Night Reki.
[ and just like that, langa's eyes slip shut, making reki literally the last thing he sees. the small smile remains on his face as he snuggles against reki and the pillow they're sharing. ]
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grasping the hand covering his mouth, langa places a sweet kiss at the center of reki’s palm before using it to pull reki closer so that langa can land another kiss to the corner of reki’s lips. ]
I love you.
[ is what he starts with, voice dripping with pure adoration as he drapes that arm over his shoulder, shifting closer. somehow in the middle being turned to his side, his cock had slipped out from reki's hole—which leaves langa feeling a little lonely so he tries to make up for it by closing any other space left in between them. ]
Reki, did you… Was it all good for you?
[ time for the moment of truth. reki seemed to have enjoyed himself all throughout but did he really? langa has to know. ]
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so much for all that post-sex confidence. he mumbles something close to love you back, trying to find a comfortable place for himself in the tight tangle of their bodies. moving like this makes him acutely aware of how wet it still feels inside of him, and he's groaning again, for a different reason, angry at his body for burning hot all over again at the sensation.
yeah, no. not right now. ]
It was good.
[ he knows exactly why langa's asking him. firmly, he squeezes langa's shoulder so there's no doubt that he's telling the truth, even if he can't really bring himself to open his eyes. that squeeze turns into slowly stroking fingers, gliding up and down langa's arm, and there it is. he actually loves this fucking idiot, his heart so incredibly full of the desire to touch him and be with him, and he deserves to know that. ]
Would've been better if I was on top. Next time. Night, Langa.
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the corner of langa's mouth twitches into a smile when reki stubbornly reminds him of being denied to be on top... langa had almost forgotten about that actually, so fucking driven by his primal desires of nailing reki into the bed... well. at least they have next time for it, right?
but that smile quickly melts into a pout when reki tries to shut him down into sleeping right in the middle of their nice little post-sex conversation. hey, now—! ]
Fine, you can be on top next time.
[ langa assures with a whine, and weakly squeezes reki in his arms, hoping he hasn't actually fallen asleep on him yet. ]
Rekiiiiii.
[ don't ignore hiiiim. ]
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What.
[ he pushes his hands out between them to try to combat the squeeze like an angry cat. they're both so sweaty—man, what he wouldn't give for a shower—and langa always runs way hotter than him. it's nice when he's cold, which he will be the second he's not overheating, it's yet another one of life's vicious cycles, but right now he's too sleepy and fussy.
which isn't his fault! he didn't ask to be nailed to his mattress tonight. except for the part where he did, eagerly and enthusiastically, but it's not his fault langa went above and beyond, as always. that's on him for always being perfect and amazing. the absolute fucking gall of this man. reki cracks one eye open and stares balefully at him. ]
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when he finally gets one eye on him, langa's pout turns into a small smile, amused at how reki's acting a lot like a certain fennec fox. his heart fills to the surface with warm affection... there's so much he could say but he decides... maybe it can wait until morning. ]
Nothing. Just wanted to get one last good look at you before sleeping. Night Reki.
[ and just like that, langa's eyes slip shut, making reki literally the last thing he sees. the small smile remains on his face as he snuggles against reki and the pillow they're sharing. ]