[ 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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[ 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. ]