[ reki's brow immediately raises the second he feels langa's tongue sliding over his lip. the other night, well into the heat of the moment, it was inevitable that one or both of them were going to slip in a little tongue. but right now, things are still relatively room temperature, and langa's already lapping him up like reki's his favorite flavor. it's so fucking exciting.
this is a hunger he's not yet fully acquainted with. he doesn't know its depths or what exactly triggered it. (the possibility that it could just be...him seems hilariously unlikely.) all he knows is that he wants to encourage it, openly and immediately, and langa's given him exactly that opportunity here.
before langa can revoke his tongue, reki's fingers twist in his shirt, holding him still while he suckles that tongue into his mouth. those hands, too—they feel good, but they would feel better on bare skin, so he lifts an arm to slide it over langa's shoulder, angling it just so that the hem of his hoodie rises beneath langa's hands. a little more squirming and he's rewarded with the first brush of langa's touch against the bare skin of his waist, and the purr he makes when it happens sounds nothing less than satisfied. ]
[ if reki doesn't get it by now, that the reason behind langa's growing interest for intimacy is solely based on reki's entire existence, then langa has been doing a poor job of showing how much he wants him. last night had been a taste, but perhaps tonight, langa will be able to express exactly how he feels for his best friend.
the hands fisting his shirt paired with the way reki experimentally suckles on his tongue elicits a deep groan from langa's throat, an embarrassingly 'not too loud but loud enough' noise that could potentially get them caught if anyone were passing by reki's door at the wrong moment.
then, it's the cute purr reki lets out when langa's hands touch upon bare skin that has langa growling under his breath as he slides his hands up higher reki's frame, tracing the lines on his smooth back before pushing reki closer to himself, subtly nudging his best friend towards his lap. ]
You're so cute, Reki. [ he murmurs between the hot press of their lips, before langa runs his tongue along reki's teeth, then slides it back along the top of his mouth. ]
[ that growl rocks his whole world. it's a new sound—his new favorite sound—and it rumbles against his lips and resounds with a sharp pang deep within his gut. nevermind whatever else is happening; langa makes that sound and it immediately feels like he's been set aflame, his face burning, his skin going fever-hot and more sensitive than ever before.
it makes those hands smoothing up his back feel divine, all cool and rough and invoking pleasant shivers that quake through his entire body. he's closer before he knows it, greedily squirming into langa's touch for more. it just make sense to close the distance between them by sliding into the perfectly unoccupied space on langa's lap, so that's exactly where he ends up.
this is new too, swooning in langa's arms and upon his lap, finally in the mood to field all those sweet things langa tells him, as he tries as desperately as possible to match those wonderful licks langa is taking out of his mouth. he knows exactly what he wants to do here—or, honestly, what his body really wants to do—but the prospect makes his ears burn and his pulse flutter anxiously. langa's hands don't really give him a choice in the matter either way; they smooth and reach for places on his skin that make him turn molten inside, leaving him whining softly and slowly, mindlessly rocking on langa's lap.
all he can think to say in response is this, sounding like half a warning and half a plea: ]
[ every big and small reaction reki gives acts like a powerful flint being thrown into the inflamed pit of langa's stomach, igniting the burning desire surging through his entire frame. it’s unstoppable, this need for his best friend settling starkly between his legs. it’s a wonder how last night, they had only stopped at kissing, yet tonight, they’re allowing their imaginations to run wild after creating whatever fantasies they could come up in their heads, thinking of the possibility of things they can do together now that this exciting path has opened up for them.
langa can’t get enough, hearing that soft whine reki releases as he rocks against his lap; the friction is pure bliss, another new thing they’ve never experienced together. and langa encourages it with a deep moan and a stroke to reki's lower back. it’s like a dam has been broken; langa uses the call of his name as permission to touch more, feel more. his hands sensually moving from reki’s back to his front, hot fingers running up the smooth but toned plain of reki’s stomach before squeezing down at his pecs, the pads of his thumbs brushing intently along his nipples.
as much as he wants to immediately strip reki of his clothes and take him apart with his mouth and his fingers, langa does his best to—not exactly slow down—but he tries to savor every heat of the moment. his body has grown so warm that he may as well be running a fever, while his pants have gotten impossibly tight—a poor decision on his part to decide to wear skinny jeans when he already knew exactly what kind of things he wanted to do when he invited himself over to reki’s bedroom. ]
[ as they kiss and kiss and kiss, with tongue, and with teeth, and with a line of drool slipping from the corner of their lips, uncaring of the mess, langa murmurs sweetly to the boy in his lap, desperate to hear more of reki's voice when it sounds like this: soft and sweet and painfully arousing. ]
Reki, cute Reki—What do you want? Tell me. [ before he can even give reki a proper chance to respond, langa sucks purposefully on reki’s lower lip, before surging forward to swallow whatever noise reki produces from the action. ]
[ yeah, that one's on reki. it was a rough reconciliation to make, the idea of putting their friendship on the line for this feeling he's had for awhile now. letting langa kiss him felt like such a big leap, but one that they could recover from if something went wrong. anything else and there's just too much on the line, too much lurking beneath the surface that reki's terrified of revealing.
but he really doesn't have a choice. he can pretend to be strong all he likes, but the fact of the matter is that he needs this more than he's ever needed anything in his entire life. it's been a special kind of hell trying to deny it all this time, and now that they're here, it doesn't feel as wrong as he thought it would.
if anything, it's liberating. langa's so good with his hands that reki's a little overwhelmed, but he trusts langa so much that it doesn't deter him. better to just shudder and moan beneath every expert touch, letting langa find all those places that completely undo him. there's no reason to think when it's easier to just follow his hands with an arching back and a moan lost between the crush of their lips; langa is more than capable of taking care of the rest.
he's not so sure what feels better: the fingers teasing his nipples, or the solid thrust of langa's erection as reki grinds against his lap. it's another one of those things that makes his face turn red and hot—that's langa, after all, his best friend, and reki can feel him getting more and more aroused by the second—but it also feels like some great, big high, like the most exciting rush he's known so far. langa wants him. pretty fucking badly, it seems like. ]
Oh sh— [ is what he's got when he's given room to speak, but langa swallows that right up, which is probably for the best. just panting and cursing isn't going to cut it, not right now. he tangles his fingers up in langa's hair and jerks him back, far enough so that he can breathe and speak and grind down hard on langa's lap: ]
[ the electrifying rush of having reki moaning and kissing back like it really means something, while rutting shamelessly against his lap, is enough to make langa realize how synonymous this feeling is to the time he discovered the fun in skateboarding. not to say that he’s had many similar encounters like this before last night, since langa’s only ever gotten as far as kissing with another boy back when he was still living in canada.
but that time answered nothing more than langa's own curiosity to his sexuality. unlike this—nothing about his first kiss can compare, or even come close, to the hunger and desire reki inspires out of him. it might seem like langa’s getting ahead of himself for reaching this conclusion at a considerably young age, but the only person langa ever wants to do this with, kissing and touching and discovering more of himself, is reki. only reki.
langa’s breath gasps out of him as reki tugs him back by the hair, eyes snapping open in surprise like he’s been roughly taken out of his trance. then, a wanton groan rumbles up from his chest as reki grinds down hard against him, causing langa’s arousal to throb with an acute need to gain more of this. ]
I’ll give you everything, Reki. [ he promises with his life, before he pulls reki back into a desperate kiss, open-mouthed and messy; he slides his tongue alongside reki’s own as they return to their earlier rhythm. this time, langa’s hands move down from under reki’s shirt to boldly slip under the back of reki’s pants. thankfully, unlike his own pants, reki's has enough room for langa to grab at his best friend's ass, where he squeezes down greedily while pushing reki’s hips forward to keep grinding against him. ]
[ forgive him for looking a little proud of the reaction he pulls out of langa. it's just that he's like a wave, undeniable and strong and reki has no option but to be so swept up in him. pulling a little of that power back for himself feels incredibly gratifying, especially when he's rewarded with the sight of those achingly beautiful blue eyes focused entirely on his smirk.
the way langa says that, it feels like more than just some sexy banter. he's always saying stuff like that, promising away the infinite future, swearing that he'll give reki whatever he wants. it happens so often that reki's almost inclined to believe him.
lots of things to think about, but langa's hands erase everything happening in his mind all over again. there's a shot of cold fear that lances through him when langa's hand dips into his pants, but it's quickly overwritten by how good it feels to be grabbed like this. that grasp is there to guide him as he works langa's cock through his pants, his legs spreading wider to make sure every crash of their hips is just as hard as langa wants it to be. ]
Yeah? [ he murmurs against langa's lips as he's drawn into one kiss after another. it's wet and messy and his chin is soaked, but that's part of the fun as far as he's concerned. one more time, he pulls at langa's shirt. ] Then take this off.
[ from how close they are, and how hyperaware he is of reki’s minute reactions, langa does notice the abrupt tension in reki’s frame the moment he slid his hands into the back of his best friend’s pants. it probably should’ve been a signal for langa to stop, to maybe fucking slow down a little, and he totally would have if reki had said anything about it! he would never force reki into anything he doesn’t want or isn’t comfortable with…
but it seems like the tense reaction only lasts for a few seconds before langa feels reki melting into his grasp. langa does his best to ease up a little though, refraining from using his fingers to squeeze down too hard. the push of their cocks, even through the material of their pants, is enough to keep him very happy and very distracted from doing anything more than what reki is allowing.
take this off, reki says, and what that translates through langa’s foggy mind is that reki wants both of them shirtless. langa has to force himself to pull away from reki’s lips in order to do this next part: he reaches for the hem of reki’s hoodie and yanks the thick material up and over reki’s head. after carelessly tossing it somewhere behind them, langa slides his hands from reki’s pants and posts them behind him on the bed, leaning back a little. even as he's panting heavily for breath, langa manages a soft smirk while looking up at the disheveled boy in his lap, taking in how swollen and wet reki's mouth has become from their intense make-out session. langa reaches over to tug off reki’s headband, throwing that in the same direction he had thrown reki’s hoodie. ]
I’d rather watch you take this off for me. [ he says, pertaining to his button up shirt. ]
[ reki's skittishness has nothing to do with langa, so he's not about to make it his problem by saying something. yeah, honesty's probably pretty important, but saying, "i'm afraid of intimacy" outright seems just way too freaking lame. he'll get over it.
and anyway, he trusts langa. langa could have pushed things the other night, but he didn't. even now, with his legs spread wide and langa's hand dropped down the back of his jeans, langa's still largely following his cues. he feels it, just the same as langa feels that tension build and fade away.
well. some of his cues. ]
Langa, that's not what I—
[ the rest is muffled as his hoodie is drawn up over his head. he loses his headband too, and all he can do is huff about it, like he's really capable of anything close to frustration when langa is all stretched out beneath him, looking gorgeous and well-kissed. the proposal makes his cheeks glow, but he's ignoring that. shut up. ]
Fine.
[ no. that's not sexy at all. try again. ]
Watch me. [ he says, his fingers deftly moving down the buttons on langa's shirt. he bows his head to brush his lips against the skin he bares, eyes half-lidded and drunk on the heat of his skin, on how perfect he looks beneath his clothes. ]
[ well, that is absolutely sexy; the sight of a bare-chested reki, with his sun-kissed skin and his hair an even bigger mess than usual, demanding langa to watch him as if langa would ever choose to look away.
every brush of lips to his exposed skin makes langa's breath hitch, a wave of arousal slamming over him, causing his gaze to grow heavy. he reaches forward with one hand, carding reki's hair back and away from his face, wanting to fully enjoy every expression. ]
That's it, baby. You look so perfect. Love watching you. [ he murmurs in adoration, subconsciously splashing some english in his praise.
once every button is undone, langa helps peel off the rest of his shirt, before he reaches for reki's chin and guides him forward, reconnecting their lips in a soft, tender kiss. before he goes further, langa pulls away briefly to run his tongue over the mess on reki's chin, then slots their wet, wanting lips back together again. he kisses reki deep and slow, setting a different pace from earlier; their noses brushing as their mouths glide together in a sweet caress.
finding purchase on the dip of reki's bare waist, langa's fingers curl into the supple flesh as he takes and takes whatever reki is willing to give him. soon, langa's mouth eases down to reki's jaw towards the curve of his neck, hoping to get a better taste of reki's warm toned skin. langa peppers reki with kisses upon kisses, before he gently sucks marks where he's certain would be seen. ]
[ reki may not be the most proficient person in the world when it comes to english, but, like, he listens to music. he knows those words and what they mean, and hearing them from langa, in that sexy cadence his voice adopts whenever he switches languages like that, makes his ears burn and his cheeks glow brightly. now he looks less sun-kissed and more sunburnt, but langa doesn't seem to be complaining.
no, langa's just kissing him again, hot and heavy, and it's all reki can do to not get swept away again. tentatively, he's reaching out; langa has the most beautiful body he's ever seen, solid and sculpted by years of relentless athleticism, and reki wants to feel it so badly. actually closing the distance is the hard part—it still feels like some sort of crime, touching his best friend like this—but the second his palm slides over warm skin, it's over for him.
he moans against langa's lips like he's the one being touched. (which he is, but his focus is absolute.) it feels so good to brush his thumb over each swell of firm muscle, to climb his fingers over the bridge of his ribs and settle his hands on his broad, sturdy chest. it's clear now that this is going to be a problem; he's addicted to this, sure as anything, and he's never going to be able to focus on anything without the image of his fingers sliding across pale skin popping into his head. ]
Langa, I—
[ those kisses down his throat are putting him in a lull, but all at once, the spell is broken. langa starts suckling sensitive skin into his mouth and reki can't swallow down a ragged cry fast enough, his body jolting as his hand comes up to keep langa's head exactly where it is—a wordless plea to ignore his reaction and keep going. ]
[ as much as he loves touching reki and discovering the melting spots on his frame, langa learns that having reki's hands reverently exploring his naked chest stirs this deep sense of pride within him. he's never thought anything of his own body, which might have been evident with how often he's scratched and bruised himself from learning how to skate. but it pleases him to no end knowing that reki clearly likes what he sees, and langa finds that he'd like to have those hands all over him.
these particular noises coming from reki, from his sweet moans to his sharp cry further agonizes the heat between langa's legs, causing him to pull those smaller hips harder against his own. the hand on the back of his head encourages him to suck down greedily; eager as he maps the sensitive area with his tongue, scraping the reddening bruise with his teeth. slowly, langa licks up the side of reki's neck until he reaches a soft earlobe. he nips on it while tugging reki closer, until the skin of their chests are touching— ]
Reki, I wanna hear you, baby. Don't hide your voice from me. [ he whispers hotly against reki's ear, in full english this time, before his tongue traces along the lobe, vying for a reaction. it's a very shameless request considering where they are and how easily it would be for them to get caught. sure, the door is locked but it's not like this bedroom is entirely soundproof.
but langa can't bring himself to care as he switches to the other side of reki's throat, using the same exact method of sucking another mark, almost as if he's trying to figure which side is more sensitive. ]
[ reki's used to exerting himself. there's S, sure, but on his own is when he really beats the shit out of himself, pushing himself past his limits until his limbs are jelly and his stomach's sick. and still he's never panted this hard, so quickly and feverishly that it's making him dizzy. langa is going to kill him and he ain't even mad about it.
and then there's the first brush of their chests, which covers him in goosebumps the second it happens. feeling the slide of their naked skin, the heat they make between them, makes his gut twist painfully. he's already absenting rocking his hips to try to grind out some of the tension when langa crowds him in close enough to make him choke on his next breath.
that's one foot in the grave already, and still langa's whispering in his ear in the sexiest voice he's ever heard. he gasps again: ]
Langa...
[ but langa's sucking on his throat and making his shoulder hitch and his head turn. the answer to langa's little experiment is everywhere is the most sensitive, especially when it's him, when langa's always kinda felt like the sort of person he'd dream up and this has become a dream come true. ]
Langa.
[ he growls it this time. if they keep on like this, reki is going to melt away. nevermind that he's being brutally assaulted by shivers; he grabs langa's belt and pulls. ]
[ the sudden pull of his belt does the job of grabbing his attention. langa chokes on a gasp from the rough manner inadvertently defining the constriction in his pants, his erection already bulging at the seams. he hastily pulls away from reki's neck, a line of drool following his lips, before it snaps off in mid-air. ]
Reki.
[ with his pupils blown and his lips slick with spit, langa looks alarmed and slightly panicked, wondering if he's done something wrong for reki to stop him. his stomach lurches at the thought. langa would never forgive himself. ]
I'm sorry, did I hurt you?
[ it registers belatedly that reki had said something about not being done. a little lost on the meaning, langa smooths his thumb along the curve of reki's hip, in what he hopes to be comforting after realizing how much reki had been shaking in his lap. ]
[ oh. that look on langa's face. for once, reki's lucky that he's used to guilt and arousal coming as a package deal, because at least this is familiar turf.
his features soften a touch, but none of that extends to the hand that's still grasping langa's belt. if anything, the next tug is rougher, more insistent. ]
You said you'd give me everything. I'm not done.
[ he really deserves more credit for this. it's a miracle that he's able to form a coherent sentence when that little touch langa's got on his hip puts him right back on the edge again, shuddering and hissing through his teeth. it's a miraculous personal feat to keep himself from rubbing against langa like his body is screaming for him to do, but the consequences of that are far too mortifying for him to give in.
instead, he swings a leg over and lets himself off langa's lap, not exactly graceful on limbs that have turned to liquid, but at least he doesn't crash into place like he was afraid he would. ]
I wanna see you. [ his face could not be any redder, and he could not look anymore anxious, but he still manages to say it. ] All of you.
[ a hiss seeps out from between langa's teeth as reki tugs him forward by the belt again, causing his erection to rub uncomfortably against the back of his zipper. fuck, it's absolute torture but langa would be lying if he said he wasn't positively aroused from experiencing this almost bratty and demanding side of reki. ]
Yes, everything.
[ he repeats in a daze. of course, the promise. langa sits up in preparation for whatever it is reki wants. but what langa isn't prepared for is the sudden absence of warmth from his lap. it takes everything in him not to reach out and grab at reki's wrists just to pull him back down again.
wait, reki, where are you going? can be read all over his expression as he gazes up forlornly.
soon enough, the burning glow on reki's cheeks becomes the center of langa's attention. it's cute. reki is so fucking cute. and langa can feel his heart race as it reaffirms the lengths he would go through to do anything for this boy. without another word, langa somehow finds the strength in his legs to stand up before immediately crowding closer into reki's personal space, head angled to the side like he might just surge forward to slot their lips together in a kiss again—but, he resists. ]
Take yours off, too, Reki.
[ he whispers, while his fingers reach down to the zipper of his own pants. once it's loosened, langa releases a sigh of relief. and then it's an awkward dance of tugging his underwear and pants down, which takes a bit of fumbling and scuffling because—skinny jeans. he even trips a little in his struggle to yank his pants off completely.
it's a totally unsexy sight, but hopefully reki can look past it. ]
[ reki has every intention of following langa's lead, laying back on the bed and reaching for his belt, but there's no way he can miss this. watching langa trip over his own skinny jeans is just too golden, and as much as he tries to gnaw at his lips to keep them from curling, he looks nothing but completely amused. it's cute. he can admit that.
anyway, joke's on him. the second langa's free from all that tight denim, he's right back to his usual routine. for a second, he can't bring himself to look anywhere in particular, especially not at langa. it's so stupid. it's not like he hasn't seen him in various states of undress before. but stealing glances in a locker room and looking at him now are two completely different beasts and he's so frustrated with himself that he has to growl under his breath.
he lets his gaze sweep slowly, his fingers still paused on his own belt. langa looks just as perfect as he knew he would, the only disruption in all that pale, smooth skin is just a light dusting of scars from various bails, and that just adds to it. reki's mouth fills at the sight of his cock, full and heavy, and now he's panting again, pulling at his belt buckle like he's forgotten how it works. ]
[ if anyone else were in his shoes, langa's struggle during his amateur hour strip show would probably be considered an embarrassing experience for most. but for langa, knowing that he's able to pull that amused smile from reki during his little wrestling match with his jeans... well, it makes worth it. and he would go through it all over again, make himself look like an absolute fool if it means he can be the main reason behind reki's smile.
as he waits for reki to take in his full appearance, langa's own gaze is fixed in total concentration on reki's fingers over his belt. he's waiting for something to happen, for reki to loosen that belt and slide those pants off, allow langa to see what he's been dying to see. but then... nothing happens. reki's frozen in place while he continues to study langa's frame.
beautiful is a word he's been described with so often that it's started to lose its meaning over time. but for some reason, when the word beautiful comes from reki's lips as a way to describe what he sees when he looks at langa, it has langa's heart seizing in his chest and breath catching in his throat. ]
Reki.
[ he huffs with an embarrassed flush to his cheeks, suddenly feeling terribly impatient. this is just unfair... he wants to see reki, too. he wants to see his everything. langa wants to admire and worship reki for everything he's worth because it's what reki deserves. finally unable to resist, langa's hands reach forward to help with his belt, tugging it loose, before promptly pushing those pesky pants and underwear out of the way. ]
[ serves his ass right. it's not fair for reki to be the only one huffing and blushing. now that he's got langa doing it, he's not shy about flashing a smirk. a kind of proud one. this is something to be proud of.
langa's devastatingly beautiful. hot in a way reki's pretty sure is only supposed to exist in movies. but no, here he is in living color, so real that reki can feel the fever in his skin when he moves in closer. all that, and he likes reki. reki's got no clue what makes him worthy of any of this, but he's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth and ask it how it got in his stable. he's just proud that he pulled it off in the first place.
he loses the air in his lungs in one explosive breath when langa undresses him, though. it's not like langa's just helping out—it feels impatient, like langa can't hold back anymore. it makes reki's heart rabbit around in his chest, his pulse pounding in his ears when he feels the cold bite of air on his newly-bared skin.
he is... not langa, not by a long shot. being completely naked and vulnerable where he can see feels like he's exposed a dark secret, like langa's five seconds from seeing him like this and deciding against it. at once, he's scanning langa's eyes for any sign of displeasure, real or imagined, so he can at last take the reality check to the chest and get over it. ]
[ that smirk reki flashes almost has langa retaliate with a flat look of his own. almost. only because he recognizes the meaning behind it, the way reki looks too proud of himself for getting langa all hot and flustered. well, two can play at this game... but! it's a game he'll have to save for later, because right now, langa's a man on a mission; a mission to get reki naked like the day he was born.
there's nothing to compare the way langa's body reacts to the full display of bare skin; a vision even better than whatever he's cooked up in his fantasies. a surge of heat rushes through his lower belly, causing his cock to twitch in undeniable interest. fuck, reki looks so... he looks so— ]
God, you're beautiful. [ he starts off with japanese, before switching to english. ] You're so fucking beautiful, Reki. Fuck, look at you. You're driving me crazy.
[ taking away their slight height difference, reki's body looks relatively smaller against langa's. and from what langa can see, reki's skin is gorgeously tanned everywhere. he may not possess a body of a pro athlete, but he's lean in all the right places, lined with muscles from years of skating, yet still retaining a perfect amount of softness that has langa's hands trembling at the thought of sinking his fingers into that supple flesh—
guided by his lust, langa steps closer and closer, forcing reki to step back until he's backed up against the wall right next to the bed. fingers curling around reki's slim hips, langa shortens the distance between them in favor of having their bare skin touching again. ]
[ reki's trying so hard not to be the one who always breaks. he's just going to have to deal with the heat on his face; it's a constant, it's not going anywhere, especially not now that they're both naked. but he doesn't want to spend the rest of the night hiding behind his hands like every other time langa's gotten him to blush like this. just like with skating, he wants to hold his own.
he even picks up on some of that english. no clue what he's saying, but he knows what some of those words mean and throws one right back at him. ]
Yeah, you are pretty freakin' crazy.
[ that's where the banter ends, though. langa's stepping closer and reki has nowhere to go. his bare skin hits a wall, cold enough to draw a little hiss out of him, and then langa's right up against him, molten hot in comparison. langa's fingers are clasping his hips, his warm skin is pressed so close, his cock hard against reki's belly. it's good that langa's holding him because he feels like his whole world is spinning. ]
Oh fuck, oh fuck...
[ his hands crowd around the small of langa's back, pulling him closer still, his nails digging in at the sensation of it. he can feel his dick just dripping endlessly and knows that langa can feel it too, but at least holding him so hard is keeping his hands from shaking. ]
[ the fact that all they're doing is pressing close to one another, bare skin touching bare skin, is enough to make them feel this good shows how new of an experience this is for them both. it feels almost overwhelming, to the point where langa finds himself wanting to do so many unspeakable things with reki at the same time.
unable to help himself any longer, langa pins reki forward, and rolls his hips, long and hard against reki's own. he releases a shaky breath from the wet friction of their cocks rubbing against his belly. the dribble from reki's cock smearing on his skin sets him ablaze. it's so erotic and tantalizing and so much better than his wildest dreams—langa finds himself wanting more. so much more.
he dips his head down to capture reki's lips, trapping him with his mouth as he kisses him fervently. he continues to roll their hips together, basking in the pleasurable sensation of their heated skin bumping and sliding together. ]
You feel so good. So good for me. Can I touch you, Reki? Wanna touch you all over. Please.
[ not wanting a repeat of earlier where reki had tensed uncertainly under his hold, langa asks for permission this time. he thinks that perhaps it was because he had caught reki off guard, so this time he wants to give a proper warning beforehand. ]
[ considering the way that reki is clutching at him and urgently grinding his cock against his skin, it probably goes without saying that langa is free to touch him as he pleases. but he still asks, and reki finds himself incredibly charmed—in whatever part of his brain isn't occupied with this screaming hunger for more. sure, he's probably still going to tense up anyway—all these sensations are too new for him to know what to expect and when—but at least now langa will know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he wants it. ]
Do it.
[ he will too, one hand rising to slide over langa's smooth chest. his touches are still shy and elusive, but he manages to fan out his fingers, his thumb lightly brushing over one of langa's nipples. ]
I want you, Langa, I want you...
[ thank god for this wall, a place to dip his head back into as he desperately rocks his hips again and again. it's good, but it's frustrating too; he shifts and their cocks slide together and the sensation of it is like lightning shooting through his veins, leaving him groaning and panting hotly, but he can't quite get the same thing to happen the next time around. it just makes that grip he has on langa a little fiercer, those little huffs and growls he makes sound more aggressive with every hard snap of his hips. ]
[ with reki's blessing, langa doesn't hesitate any longer. his hands promptly make their way towards what he's been dying to touch; fingers sinking into the supple flesh of reki's ass as he grinds down harder against him. he struggles to pay no mind to the way reki tenses for a split-second—wanting to believe in reki’s reassurance that he wants this—that he wants him.
the shy touches to his chest are welcomed with a shudder and a sigh. langa appreciates the touches as much as he appreciates the view of reki’s head tilted back, exposing the line of his neck and the hint of bruises langa had left there earlier. fuck, the urge to mark him until his throat is covered in hickies is dangerously tempting, but the torture from not getting enough pressure between their cocks is getting more and more maddening by the second, leading langa to come up with a better way to handle their frustrations.
leaning forward, langa presses a sweet kiss to reki's chin before his hands skate down the entire slope of his ass. he then hooks his hands under reki's thighs, hauling him up before tossing him to the bed. ]
Sorry Reki, can't take it anymore...
[ he explains shortly as he crawls onto the bed and positions himself between reki's legs, naturally forcing them apart. shifting lower, he aligns their hips together and gingerly takes both their cocks into his hand. he gives an experimental stroke, from the base to the tip, causing a bolt of pleasure to strike up langa's spine. ] Fuck, [ he groans, before repeating the same motion again and again and again, all while staring helplessly down at reki. ]
[ the freezing isn't so bad this time. he's getting used to the way langa grabs him now—or he's so turned on that it's starting to override his anxiety, one of those. the way langa keeps reaching for him like this is starting to make him feel pretty sexy, too; the idea that this one part of his body drives langa more wild than anything makes him just as proud as he is aroused, which is a wild fucking combination that makes him move in slow winding ways he's never moved before.
he's so consumed with that that it takes him way longer than it should to register that he's being lifted in the air. it's by no means the first time langa's just swept him up like this—and he feels exactly the same way he did all those other times, his stomach twisting tightly, a hard pang of arousal agonizing every living nerve of his body. the sensation of falling immediately afterwards does nothing to dispel the sudden fever he's afflicted with; he fucking loves falling, it's his whole vice, and the brief shot of adrenaline mixes right in with everything else, leaving him panting and shuddering on the bed.
he can't take it anymore. the sensation of langa slipping between his thighs, the shock to his senses that is langa's hand wrapping around their cocks, the solid slide of langa's dick against his—it's all so much at once and he's already in over his head. ]
Langa, FUCK—
[ he tries, really tries to warn him, but all that is coming out of his mouth from there are broken moans. he's all tension, everywhere from the fingers pulling hard in langa's hair to the nails tearing up langa's shoulders, and he can't stop the way his hips desperately lift off the bed, fucking into langa's hand until his cock starts spilling over it. it's fucking embarrassing, coming like this when it feels like they've only just gotten started, making the wildest sounds he's ever heard from himself, his skin turning a molten red as he shivers uncontrollably.
and, oh, there's the anxiety again. luckily reki's too dazed to act on it rationally; instead, he loops his legs around langa's waist and cinches them tight, pleading-on-the-cusp-of-demanding: ]
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this is a hunger he's not yet fully acquainted with. he doesn't know its depths or what exactly triggered it. (the possibility that it could just be...him seems hilariously unlikely.) all he knows is that he wants to encourage it, openly and immediately, and langa's given him exactly that opportunity here.
before langa can revoke his tongue, reki's fingers twist in his shirt, holding him still while he suckles that tongue into his mouth. those hands, too—they feel good, but they would feel better on bare skin, so he lifts an arm to slide it over langa's shoulder, angling it just so that the hem of his hoodie rises beneath langa's hands. a little more squirming and he's rewarded with the first brush of langa's touch against the bare skin of his waist, and the purr he makes when it happens sounds nothing less than satisfied. ]
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the hands fisting his shirt paired with the way reki experimentally suckles on his tongue elicits a deep groan from langa's throat, an embarrassingly 'not too loud but loud enough' noise that could potentially get them caught if anyone were passing by reki's door at the wrong moment.
then, it's the cute purr reki lets out when langa's hands touch upon bare skin that has langa growling under his breath as he slides his hands up higher reki's frame, tracing the lines on his smooth back before pushing reki closer to himself, subtly nudging his best friend towards his lap. ]
You're so cute, Reki. [ he murmurs between the hot press of their lips, before langa runs his tongue along reki's teeth, then slides it back along the top of his mouth. ]
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it makes those hands smoothing up his back feel divine, all cool and rough and invoking pleasant shivers that quake through his entire body. he's closer before he knows it, greedily squirming into langa's touch for more. it just make sense to close the distance between them by sliding into the perfectly unoccupied space on langa's lap, so that's exactly where he ends up.
this is new too, swooning in langa's arms and upon his lap, finally in the mood to field all those sweet things langa tells him, as he tries as desperately as possible to match those wonderful licks langa is taking out of his mouth. he knows exactly what he wants to do here—or, honestly, what his body really wants to do—but the prospect makes his ears burn and his pulse flutter anxiously. langa's hands don't really give him a choice in the matter either way; they smooth and reach for places on his skin that make him turn molten inside, leaving him whining softly and slowly, mindlessly rocking on langa's lap.
all he can think to say in response is this, sounding like half a warning and half a plea: ]
Langa...
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langa can’t get enough, hearing that soft whine reki releases as he rocks against his lap; the friction is pure bliss, another new thing they’ve never experienced together. and langa encourages it with a deep moan and a stroke to reki's lower back. it’s like a dam has been broken; langa uses the call of his name as permission to touch more, feel more. his hands sensually moving from reki’s back to his front, hot fingers running up the smooth but toned plain of reki’s stomach before squeezing down at his pecs, the pads of his thumbs brushing intently along his nipples.
as much as he wants to immediately strip reki of his clothes and take him apart with his mouth and his fingers, langa does his best to—not exactly slow down—but he tries to savor every heat of the moment. his body has grown so warm that he may as well be running a fever, while his pants have gotten impossibly tight—a poor decision on his part to decide to wear skinny jeans when he already knew exactly what kind of things he wanted to do when he invited himself over to reki’s bedroom. ]
[ as they kiss and kiss and kiss, with tongue, and with teeth, and with a line of drool slipping from the corner of their lips, uncaring of the mess, langa murmurs sweetly to the boy in his lap, desperate to hear more of reki's voice when it sounds like this: soft and sweet and painfully arousing. ]
Reki, cute Reki—What do you want? Tell me. [ before he can even give reki a proper chance to respond, langa sucks purposefully on reki’s lower lip, before surging forward to swallow whatever noise reki produces from the action. ]
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but he really doesn't have a choice. he can pretend to be strong all he likes, but the fact of the matter is that he needs this more than he's ever needed anything in his entire life. it's been a special kind of hell trying to deny it all this time, and now that they're here, it doesn't feel as wrong as he thought it would.
if anything, it's liberating. langa's so good with his hands that reki's a little overwhelmed, but he trusts langa so much that it doesn't deter him. better to just shudder and moan beneath every expert touch, letting langa find all those places that completely undo him. there's no reason to think when it's easier to just follow his hands with an arching back and a moan lost between the crush of their lips; langa is more than capable of taking care of the rest.
he's not so sure what feels better: the fingers teasing his nipples, or the solid thrust of langa's erection as reki grinds against his lap. it's another one of those things that makes his face turn red and hot—that's langa, after all, his best friend, and reki can feel him getting more and more aroused by the second—but it also feels like some great, big high, like the most exciting rush he's known so far. langa wants him. pretty fucking badly, it seems like. ]
Oh sh— [ is what he's got when he's given room to speak, but langa swallows that right up, which is probably for the best. just panting and cursing isn't going to cut it, not right now. he tangles his fingers up in langa's hair and jerks him back, far enough so that he can breathe and speak and grind down hard on langa's lap: ]
I want everything.
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but that time answered nothing more than langa's own curiosity to his sexuality. unlike this—nothing about his first kiss can compare, or even come close, to the hunger and desire reki inspires out of him. it might seem like langa’s getting ahead of himself for reaching this conclusion at a considerably young age, but the only person langa ever wants to do this with, kissing and touching and discovering more of himself, is reki. only reki.
langa’s breath gasps out of him as reki tugs him back by the hair, eyes snapping open in surprise like he’s been roughly taken out of his trance. then, a wanton groan rumbles up from his chest as reki grinds down hard against him, causing langa’s arousal to throb with an acute need to gain more of this. ]
I’ll give you everything, Reki. [ he promises with his life, before he pulls reki back into a desperate kiss, open-mouthed and messy; he slides his tongue alongside reki’s own as they return to their earlier rhythm. this time, langa’s hands move down from under reki’s shirt to boldly slip under the back of reki’s pants. thankfully, unlike his own pants, reki's has enough room for langa to grab at his best friend's ass, where he squeezes down greedily while pushing reki’s hips forward to keep grinding against him. ]
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the way langa says that, it feels like more than just some sexy banter. he's always saying stuff like that, promising away the infinite future, swearing that he'll give reki whatever he wants. it happens so often that reki's almost inclined to believe him.
lots of things to think about, but langa's hands erase everything happening in his mind all over again. there's a shot of cold fear that lances through him when langa's hand dips into his pants, but it's quickly overwritten by how good it feels to be grabbed like this. that grasp is there to guide him as he works langa's cock through his pants, his legs spreading wider to make sure every crash of their hips is just as hard as langa wants it to be. ]
Yeah? [ he murmurs against langa's lips as he's drawn into one kiss after another. it's wet and messy and his chin is soaked, but that's part of the fun as far as he's concerned. one more time, he pulls at langa's shirt. ] Then take this off.
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but it seems like the tense reaction only lasts for a few seconds before langa feels reki melting into his grasp. langa does his best to ease up a little though, refraining from using his fingers to squeeze down too hard. the push of their cocks, even through the material of their pants, is enough to keep him very happy and very distracted from doing anything more than what reki is allowing.
take this off, reki says, and what that translates through langa’s foggy mind is that reki wants both of them shirtless. langa has to force himself to pull away from reki’s lips in order to do this next part: he reaches for the hem of reki’s hoodie and yanks the thick material up and over reki’s head. after carelessly tossing it somewhere behind them, langa slides his hands from reki’s pants and posts them behind him on the bed, leaning back a little. even as he's panting heavily for breath, langa manages a soft smirk while looking up at the disheveled boy in his lap, taking in how swollen and wet reki's mouth has become from their intense make-out session. langa reaches over to tug off reki’s headband, throwing that in the same direction he had thrown reki’s hoodie. ]
I’d rather watch you take this off for me. [ he says, pertaining to his button up shirt. ]
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and anyway, he trusts langa. langa could have pushed things the other night, but he didn't. even now, with his legs spread wide and langa's hand dropped down the back of his jeans, langa's still largely following his cues. he feels it, just the same as langa feels that tension build and fade away.
well. some of his cues. ]
Langa, that's not what I—
[ the rest is muffled as his hoodie is drawn up over his head. he loses his headband too, and all he can do is huff about it, like he's really capable of anything close to frustration when langa is all stretched out beneath him, looking gorgeous and well-kissed. the proposal makes his cheeks glow, but he's ignoring that. shut up. ]
Fine.
[ no. that's not sexy at all. try again. ]
Watch me. [ he says, his fingers deftly moving down the buttons on langa's shirt. he bows his head to brush his lips against the skin he bares, eyes half-lidded and drunk on the heat of his skin, on how perfect he looks beneath his clothes. ]
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every brush of lips to his exposed skin makes langa's breath hitch, a wave of arousal slamming over him, causing his gaze to grow heavy. he reaches forward with one hand, carding reki's hair back and away from his face, wanting to fully enjoy every expression. ]
That's it, baby. You look so perfect. Love watching you. [ he murmurs in adoration, subconsciously splashing some english in his praise.
once every button is undone, langa helps peel off the rest of his shirt, before he reaches for reki's chin and guides him forward, reconnecting their lips in a soft, tender kiss. before he goes further, langa pulls away briefly to run his tongue over the mess on reki's chin, then slots their wet, wanting lips back together again. he kisses reki deep and slow, setting a different pace from earlier; their noses brushing as their mouths glide together in a sweet caress.
finding purchase on the dip of reki's bare waist, langa's fingers curl into the supple flesh as he takes and takes whatever reki is willing to give him. soon, langa's mouth eases down to reki's jaw towards the curve of his neck, hoping to get a better taste of reki's warm toned skin. langa peppers reki with kisses upon kisses, before he gently sucks marks where he's certain would be seen. ]
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no, langa's just kissing him again, hot and heavy, and it's all reki can do to not get swept away again. tentatively, he's reaching out; langa has the most beautiful body he's ever seen, solid and sculpted by years of relentless athleticism, and reki wants to feel it so badly. actually closing the distance is the hard part—it still feels like some sort of crime, touching his best friend like this—but the second his palm slides over warm skin, it's over for him.
he moans against langa's lips like he's the one being touched. (which he is, but his focus is absolute.) it feels so good to brush his thumb over each swell of firm muscle, to climb his fingers over the bridge of his ribs and settle his hands on his broad, sturdy chest. it's clear now that this is going to be a problem; he's addicted to this, sure as anything, and he's never going to be able to focus on anything without the image of his fingers sliding across pale skin popping into his head. ]
Langa, I—
[ those kisses down his throat are putting him in a lull, but all at once, the spell is broken. langa starts suckling sensitive skin into his mouth and reki can't swallow down a ragged cry fast enough, his body jolting as his hand comes up to keep langa's head exactly where it is—a wordless plea to ignore his reaction and keep going. ]
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these particular noises coming from reki, from his sweet moans to his sharp cry further agonizes the heat between langa's legs, causing him to pull those smaller hips harder against his own. the hand on the back of his head encourages him to suck down greedily; eager as he maps the sensitive area with his tongue, scraping the reddening bruise with his teeth. slowly, langa licks up the side of reki's neck until he reaches a soft earlobe. he nips on it while tugging reki closer, until the skin of their chests are touching— ]
Reki, I wanna hear you, baby. Don't hide your voice from me. [ he whispers hotly against reki's ear, in full english this time, before his tongue traces along the lobe, vying for a reaction. it's a very shameless request considering where they are and how easily it would be for them to get caught. sure, the door is locked but it's not like this bedroom is entirely soundproof.
but langa can't bring himself to care as he switches to the other side of reki's throat, using the same exact method of sucking another mark, almost as if he's trying to figure which side is more sensitive. ]
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and then there's the first brush of their chests, which covers him in goosebumps the second it happens. feeling the slide of their naked skin, the heat they make between them, makes his gut twist painfully. he's already absenting rocking his hips to try to grind out some of the tension when langa crowds him in close enough to make him choke on his next breath.
that's one foot in the grave already, and still langa's whispering in his ear in the sexiest voice he's ever heard. he gasps again: ]
Langa...
[ but langa's sucking on his throat and making his shoulder hitch and his head turn. the answer to langa's little experiment is everywhere is the most sensitive, especially when it's him, when langa's always kinda felt like the sort of person he'd dream up and this has become a dream come true. ]
Langa.
[ he growls it this time. if they keep on like this, reki is going to melt away. nevermind that he's being brutally assaulted by shivers; he grabs langa's belt and pulls. ]
I'm not done.
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Reki.
[ with his pupils blown and his lips slick with spit, langa looks alarmed and slightly panicked, wondering if he's done something wrong for reki to stop him. his stomach lurches at the thought. langa would never forgive himself. ]
I'm sorry, did I hurt you?
[ it registers belatedly that reki had said something about not being done. a little lost on the meaning, langa smooths his thumb along the curve of reki's hip, in what he hopes to be comforting after realizing how much reki had been shaking in his lap. ]
Not done with what, baby?
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his features soften a touch, but none of that extends to the hand that's still grasping langa's belt. if anything, the next tug is rougher, more insistent. ]
You said you'd give me everything. I'm not done.
[ he really deserves more credit for this. it's a miracle that he's able to form a coherent sentence when that little touch langa's got on his hip puts him right back on the edge again, shuddering and hissing through his teeth. it's a miraculous personal feat to keep himself from rubbing against langa like his body is screaming for him to do, but the consequences of that are far too mortifying for him to give in.
instead, he swings a leg over and lets himself off langa's lap, not exactly graceful on limbs that have turned to liquid, but at least he doesn't crash into place like he was afraid he would. ]
I wanna see you. [ his face could not be any redder, and he could not look anymore anxious, but he still manages to say it. ] All of you.
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Yes, everything.
[ he repeats in a daze. of course, the promise. langa sits up in preparation for whatever it is reki wants. but what langa isn't prepared for is the sudden absence of warmth from his lap. it takes everything in him not to reach out and grab at reki's wrists just to pull him back down again.
wait, reki, where are you going? can be read all over his expression as he gazes up forlornly.
soon enough, the burning glow on reki's cheeks becomes the center of langa's attention. it's cute. reki is so fucking cute. and langa can feel his heart race as it reaffirms the lengths he would go through to do anything for this boy. without another word, langa somehow finds the strength in his legs to stand up before immediately crowding closer into reki's personal space, head angled to the side like he might just surge forward to slot their lips together in a kiss again—but, he resists. ]
Take yours off, too, Reki.
[ he whispers, while his fingers reach down to the zipper of his own pants. once it's loosened, langa releases a sigh of relief. and then it's an awkward dance of tugging his underwear and pants down, which takes a bit of fumbling and scuffling because—skinny jeans. he even trips a little in his struggle to yank his pants off completely.
it's a totally unsexy sight, but hopefully reki can look past it. ]
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anyway, joke's on him. the second langa's free from all that tight denim, he's right back to his usual routine. for a second, he can't bring himself to look anywhere in particular, especially not at langa. it's so stupid. it's not like he hasn't seen him in various states of undress before. but stealing glances in a locker room and looking at him now are two completely different beasts and he's so frustrated with himself that he has to growl under his breath.
he lets his gaze sweep slowly, his fingers still paused on his own belt. langa looks just as perfect as he knew he would, the only disruption in all that pale, smooth skin is just a light dusting of scars from various bails, and that just adds to it. reki's mouth fills at the sight of his cock, full and heavy, and now he's panting again, pulling at his belt buckle like he's forgotten how it works. ]
All right. Shit.
[ yeah, no. he can't stop staring. ]
Fuck, Langa. You're... You're beautiful.
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as he waits for reki to take in his full appearance, langa's own gaze is fixed in total concentration on reki's fingers over his belt. he's waiting for something to happen, for reki to loosen that belt and slide those pants off, allow langa to see what he's been dying to see. but then... nothing happens. reki's frozen in place while he continues to study langa's frame.
beautiful is a word he's been described with so often that it's started to lose its meaning over time. but for some reason, when the word beautiful comes from reki's lips as a way to describe what he sees when he looks at langa, it has langa's heart seizing in his chest and breath catching in his throat. ]
Reki.
[ he huffs with an embarrassed flush to his cheeks, suddenly feeling terribly impatient. this is just unfair... he wants to see reki, too. he wants to see his everything. langa wants to admire and worship reki for everything he's worth because it's what reki deserves. finally unable to resist, langa's hands reach forward to help with his belt, tugging it loose, before promptly pushing those pesky pants and underwear out of the way. ]
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langa's devastatingly beautiful. hot in a way reki's pretty sure is only supposed to exist in movies. but no, here he is in living color, so real that reki can feel the fever in his skin when he moves in closer. all that, and he likes reki. reki's got no clue what makes him worthy of any of this, but he's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth and ask it how it got in his stable. he's just proud that he pulled it off in the first place.
he loses the air in his lungs in one explosive breath when langa undresses him, though. it's not like langa's just helping out—it feels impatient, like langa can't hold back anymore. it makes reki's heart rabbit around in his chest, his pulse pounding in his ears when he feels the cold bite of air on his newly-bared skin.
he is... not langa, not by a long shot. being completely naked and vulnerable where he can see feels like he's exposed a dark secret, like langa's five seconds from seeing him like this and deciding against it. at once, he's scanning langa's eyes for any sign of displeasure, real or imagined, so he can at last take the reality check to the chest and get over it. ]
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there's nothing to compare the way langa's body reacts to the full display of bare skin; a vision even better than whatever he's cooked up in his fantasies. a surge of heat rushes through his lower belly, causing his cock to twitch in undeniable interest. fuck, reki looks so... he looks so— ]
God, you're beautiful. [ he starts off with japanese, before switching to english. ] You're so fucking beautiful, Reki. Fuck, look at you. You're driving me crazy.
[ taking away their slight height difference, reki's body looks relatively smaller against langa's. and from what langa can see, reki's skin is gorgeously tanned everywhere. he may not possess a body of a pro athlete, but he's lean in all the right places, lined with muscles from years of skating, yet still retaining a perfect amount of softness that has langa's hands trembling at the thought of sinking his fingers into that supple flesh—
guided by his lust, langa steps closer and closer, forcing reki to step back until he's backed up against the wall right next to the bed. fingers curling around reki's slim hips, langa shortens the distance between them in favor of having their bare skin touching again. ]
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he even picks up on some of that english. no clue what he's saying, but he knows what some of those words mean and throws one right back at him. ]
Yeah, you are pretty freakin' crazy.
[ that's where the banter ends, though. langa's stepping closer and reki has nowhere to go. his bare skin hits a wall, cold enough to draw a little hiss out of him, and then langa's right up against him, molten hot in comparison. langa's fingers are clasping his hips, his warm skin is pressed so close, his cock hard against reki's belly. it's good that langa's holding him because he feels like his whole world is spinning. ]
Oh fuck, oh fuck...
[ his hands crowd around the small of langa's back, pulling him closer still, his nails digging in at the sensation of it. he can feel his dick just dripping endlessly and knows that langa can feel it too, but at least holding him so hard is keeping his hands from shaking. ]
Fuck, you feel so good.
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unable to help himself any longer, langa pins reki forward, and rolls his hips, long and hard against reki's own. he releases a shaky breath from the wet friction of their cocks rubbing against his belly. the dribble from reki's cock smearing on his skin sets him ablaze. it's so erotic and tantalizing and so much better than his wildest dreams—langa finds himself wanting more. so much more.
he dips his head down to capture reki's lips, trapping him with his mouth as he kisses him fervently. he continues to roll their hips together, basking in the pleasurable sensation of their heated skin bumping and sliding together. ]
You feel so good. So good for me. Can I touch you, Reki? Wanna touch you all over. Please.
[ not wanting a repeat of earlier where reki had tensed uncertainly under his hold, langa asks for permission this time. he thinks that perhaps it was because he had caught reki off guard, so this time he wants to give a proper warning beforehand. ]
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Do it.
[ he will too, one hand rising to slide over langa's smooth chest. his touches are still shy and elusive, but he manages to fan out his fingers, his thumb lightly brushing over one of langa's nipples. ]
I want you, Langa, I want you...
[ thank god for this wall, a place to dip his head back into as he desperately rocks his hips again and again. it's good, but it's frustrating too; he shifts and their cocks slide together and the sensation of it is like lightning shooting through his veins, leaving him groaning and panting hotly, but he can't quite get the same thing to happen the next time around. it just makes that grip he has on langa a little fiercer, those little huffs and growls he makes sound more aggressive with every hard snap of his hips. ]
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the shy touches to his chest are welcomed with a shudder and a sigh. langa appreciates the touches as much as he appreciates the view of reki’s head tilted back, exposing the line of his neck and the hint of bruises langa had left there earlier. fuck, the urge to mark him until his throat is covered in hickies is dangerously tempting, but the torture from not getting enough pressure between their cocks is getting more and more maddening by the second, leading langa to come up with a better way to handle their frustrations.
leaning forward, langa presses a sweet kiss to reki's chin before his hands skate down the entire slope of his ass. he then hooks his hands under reki's thighs, hauling him up before tossing him to the bed. ]
Sorry Reki, can't take it anymore...
[ he explains shortly as he crawls onto the bed and positions himself between reki's legs, naturally forcing them apart. shifting lower, he aligns their hips together and gingerly takes both their cocks into his hand. he gives an experimental stroke, from the base to the tip, causing a bolt of pleasure to strike up langa's spine. ] Fuck, [ he groans, before repeating the same motion again and again and again, all while staring helplessly down at reki. ]
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he's so consumed with that that it takes him way longer than it should to register that he's being lifted in the air. it's by no means the first time langa's just swept him up like this—and he feels exactly the same way he did all those other times, his stomach twisting tightly, a hard pang of arousal agonizing every living nerve of his body. the sensation of falling immediately afterwards does nothing to dispel the sudden fever he's afflicted with; he fucking loves falling, it's his whole vice, and the brief shot of adrenaline mixes right in with everything else, leaving him panting and shuddering on the bed.
he can't take it anymore. the sensation of langa slipping between his thighs, the shock to his senses that is langa's hand wrapping around their cocks, the solid slide of langa's dick against his—it's all so much at once and he's already in over his head. ]
Langa, FUCK—
[ he tries, really tries to warn him, but all that is coming out of his mouth from there are broken moans. he's all tension, everywhere from the fingers pulling hard in langa's hair to the nails tearing up langa's shoulders, and he can't stop the way his hips desperately lift off the bed, fucking into langa's hand until his cock starts spilling over it. it's fucking embarrassing, coming like this when it feels like they've only just gotten started, making the wildest sounds he's ever heard from himself, his skin turning a molten red as he shivers uncontrollably.
and, oh, there's the anxiety again. luckily reki's too dazed to act on it rationally; instead, he loops his legs around langa's waist and cinches them tight, pleading-on-the-cusp-of-demanding: ]
Don't go.
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