[ it's early morning and reki's barely even awake, but that doesn't matter. there's something solid and warm beneath him, a paradise of heat and sensation, and all he wants is more of it. he blindly noses against it, spreads his legs wide and grinds his hips into it, moaning softly as nothing but the best and warmest feelings come flooding in. he'd fall right back asleep, just like this, but then that wonderful heat is shifting beneath him and he realizes, heart pounding as his eyes open just enough to see, that it's someone else.
not just someone else—langa. it's not like this is the first time they've fallen asleep together, not even the first time he woke himself up dry-fucking his sleeping body (oops), but it is different now. with the haze of sleep half-removed, he can feel more than just the good—he's sore too, not like "skated all night at S sore." like hit by a train sore, his muscles aching everywhere, including places he'd rather not think of now. really hard to forget now exactly what they did last night when he can still feel the evidence of it every time he moves, so it's okay, right?
either way, he's in a mood. it's not like last night, when he wanted what he wanted and nothing more—now he wants to drag himself all over langa's body and nuzzle right against him. he wants to be close and smothered, wants to work his hands all over langa's body and just purr about it, squirming and writhing in this languid, dreamy way. it feels so, so extraordinarily good that he feels guilty about it anyway, no matter what transpired last night, so he wriggles his way up to langa's ear, panting hotly against it, pulling at the lobe with his teeth. ]
[ the slight movement beside him does cause langa to shift slightly on the bed, but other than that, he remains absolutely dead to the world. his body had been fully sapped from last night's excitement, so it's no surprise that he would be sleeping like a log for the rest of the evening and the early morning after.
it's only when a hot breath ghosts over his ear, teeth tugging at his lobe that causes a tired groan to rumble from his chest. he barely catches the demand—but definitely recognizes whose voice those words belong to. the next thing he senses as his body slowly rouses from its deep slumber is that it's extremely warm in his room. not warm in the disgusting, sticky kind of way, but the kind of warmth he wants to remain cocooned and snuggled into. other than reki's voice, the comforting heat should have been an obvious indicator that he isn't in his own bedroom; he usually has his AC knocked down to a degree comparable to canada's normal temperature. while deducing his current location, memories from last night start trickling into his mind and helpfully supplies him with the answer. ]
Reki.
[ his voice comes out hoarse and low, and the arms that he has wound around a warm body tightens just a bit before relaxing. ah, right. they went to sleep together naked, so of course, they're going to wake up naked as well. langa really appreciates this discovery, his hands moving on their own, tracing over the smooth plane of reki's back down to the swell of his plump ass. out of habit, langa gives it a light squeeze.
best wake-up call ever? hell. yeah.
cracking one eye open, the first thing langa sees is a blurry image of red. he turns his head to the side, vision slowly clearing until he's met with a really nice, and dare he say, desperate look on reki's face. langa's still drowsy as fuck though, body and mind not having fully awakened yet, so with a lick of his lips, all he manages next is a soft smile and a languorous: ]
[ reki barely registers what langa's saying, his voice a low rumble that feels good to reki's over-sensitive ears. he's awake, so that's good, that's every single one of his responsibilities fulfilled. now, no one can say that he didn't give langa a heads up that he's in a real big mood.
what he's focused on are those hands, sliding down his back, invoking shivers as they descend. it feels so good on his warm skin that everything else is just noise in the background; reki's whole world revolves around langa's touch only. aside from the tiny trembles coursing beneath his skin, he's still, his face tucked against langa's throat, his breathing ragged.
and then langa grabs him again, just like he likes. there's no helping a groan, the resumed rocking of his hips. it's a way to sink langa's fingers in deeper, to really feel the way he's holding him, his all over again, and it's helping to ease the ache between his legs. he squirms, and then squirms again, trying to find a place for himself where he is not just grinding into bone or hard muscle, where he'll be able to feel langa's sleep-swollen cock thick against the slow drive of his own. ]
Langa...
[ he purrs once he finds himself exactly where he wants to be, nuzzling needily beneath his jaw, drifting off on movements that are slow and sweet. he figures either langa will wake up the rest of the way and demand more or they'll just lay like this in varying states of desire while one or both of them weave in and out of sleep. right now, for once, reki isn't picky in the least. ]
[ it was maybe after their second or third sleepover where langa had found himself awake before reki. even before their alarm had gone off. and instead of going back to sleep like he usually would, he found himself captivated by the sleeping form beside him. langa had been so used to reki’s vibrant and feisty energy up to that point, that seeing him looking so peaceful and serene as he slept had langa slightly taken aback.
and later on that same morning, when reki began to stir from his dreams, langa immediately shut his eyes to feign sleep. he recalls how reki had mumbled something unintelligible, probably still only half-awake, but it was enough to have langa answer back with a soft hm?—inadvertently exposing himself. when he cracked his eyes open in order to see reki again, he was beheld by the sight of reki looking even softer than before. those amber eyes still heavy and laden with sleep, while the small pout on reki's lips slowly curled into a small smile as soon as their eyes met...
that was the moment langa knew he was a goner. there was no way he was getting out of being hopelessly in love with his best friend.
that time was also the first time langa learned about what reki was like first thing in the morning. so docile, so sweet, and so fucking cute. very much like the reki rubbing against him right now, soft, pliant—but hornier. langa feels more than sees the way reki's body wriggles and nuzzles against him, reminding langa of a cat that had just found something worth claiming. ]
Reki.
[ blunt nails biting into the soft flesh of reki's ass is langa's way of encouraging reki to keep rocking against him. he heaves a shuddery breath as reki's cock lines up along his own, causing langa to grow even harder. he's still barely awake but his body seems raring to go, actively seeking out that sweet, amorous friction. his lower half raises slightly off the bed, meeting every delicious slide with a smooth roll of his hips.
as they fall into a lazy rhythm of rutting against each other, one of langa's hands beings to venture between reki's cheeks, tracing over his perineum before circling around the rim. he feels dried come lining reki's entrance, causing langa to groan as images of last night begin flashing in his head. ]
Reki...
[ he rasps, voice still laced heavily with sleep as he whines deeply for more, fingers pulling at those cheeks, trying to get his message across:
please sit this ass on my dick, reki. right now, fucking please. ]
[ there's just something about mornings that makes reki more honest. he used to enjoy them back when he was a kid, before S and even skateboarding dominated the better part of his nights and waking up in these early hours became a rarity. even now, he only sees them on occasions like these, when he wakes up wanting. this is just the first time he's let himself actually do anything.
maybe that's where the guilt comes from, so many mornings spent abstaining, opening his eyes to see langa there and needing so badly to reach out. he's always known it would be exactly this good, that langa would hold him just as tight as this and whisper his name in a voice that he can feel deep within the chest he's pressed against. he's so warm, too, always so, so warm, and reki's greedy skin soaks up as much of his heat as it can, right up until he's feverish.
he's perfectly happy just like this, not particularly trying to get anywhere, just feeling with his eyes closed and enjoying the body in bed with him. not that it could be just anybody; it's only this good because he trusts langa more than he trusts anyone in the world, because langa is so in tune with him, because they are so well-matched that they need exactly the same things at exactly the same time.
all it takes is a touch and reki is whining right back into langa's ear, blindly sliding his fingers over the sheets in search of the bottle they abandoned last night, his breath coming in quick and shallow. operating on a purely subconscious level, he's able to trace and trail it, barely aware of what he's recovered by the time his fingers are closing around it. and then—ugh, he's going to have to get up. not all the way—he's far too lazy for that right now—but just enough to line up their bodies just right and make sure they're both slicked down so that when he lowers himself on his knees, he can take langa's cock in one smooth stroke.
of course, he forgets that he's still sore, that he's been sleeping for hours and he's barely beyond losing his virginity. not that he'll let that stop him; aside from a sad, vulnerable little hiccup and the much needier way he's kissing and nuzzling against langa's neck, he does exactly what he set out to do: seat himself on langa's cock and take him in deeper than ever, working him now at his leisure with smooth, languid motions of his hips. ]
[ it's true that as much as langa finds enjoyment in these intimate acts like any other horny teenager would, it's only because it's with reki that makes doing this all the more satisfying. there's no one else who can make langa feel like he can do this and only this forever. reki is what fuels his desire to keep going, to keep asking for more—to take and take and take, and then give back in kind. it should probably scare langa a little how much he's become so dependent on the redhead, but instead, all he feels is contentment in knowing that reki is his and he is reki's.
the whining in his ear combined with the body writhing above his own is what ultimately distracts langa from lending a hand in reki's whole process of slicking himself and langa's cock before aligning them together and connecting.
fuck. with that wondrous heat surrounding him once more, langa is a lot less sleepy now. he can feel the leftover fluids of himself from last night coating reki's walls, causing langa to grasp tightly onto those hips and buck up, letting his cock be swallowed up deeply. but after that, langa does his best to keep his own movements minimal, mostly because he wants to feel reki ride him like he knows langa is all his. similar to what he had done to reki last night, langa wants to be used. ]
Reki...
[ he moans, soft and needy, extending his neck out for reki to keep kissing him there. those lips are warm and soft, making langa's skin tingle so wonderfully, a liquid heat slithering in his veins, his limbs having never felt as alive as they do in this moment. ]
[ reki whines as langa fucks into him. it feels far too fucking good, overwhelmingly good, and he has to dig his fingers into langa's shoulders until the shivers subside. his hips rock and rock, ready to be impaled again, but it never comes. even half-asleep, he gets it—langa's giving himself to reki. that invokes a whole new round of shivers, a warmth that pools in reki's core and doesn't stop burning.
okay, all right, but first he has to fix something. langa's hands feel great on his hips, strong and rough in all the right ways, but he needs to drag them down with soft, demanding little sound, too tired to actually articulate what he wants. why do that when he can just put langa's hands right where he wants them, let them squeeze into the meat of both his cheeks and drag his ass apart. all the incentive langa needs to stay is right there in the first dip of his spine, as langa's cock sinks in so deeply that reki's whole body seizes with the electric jolt that hits him, his throat rumbling with a deep moan and his cock drooling a thin web of wetness between them.
nevermind how sore he is, he needs more of that now and there's nothing stopping him. langa's throat is a perfect place to bury all the noise and clenching teeth he's making as he winds slowly atop langa, rolling his whole body to feel him everywhere, within and without. he's drunk on all this skin, slipping under the haze of heat again, focused on nothing but keeping constant motion so he can greedily soak up langa beneath his hands and between his thighs, his body clenched so hard around langa's cock that he's shaking all over with the tension. ]
Fuck...
[ he's murmuring feverishly, chanting langa's name under his breath while he suckles his skin into his mouth greedily. this is all his, langa made it clear, so he's going to glut himself on everything til langa has nothing left for him to give. ]
[ it’s like reki has found the key into langa’s mind and is controlling his own actions based on whatever it is he finds in there, such as leading langa’s hands away from his hips to grip at his fatty ass cheeks instead. fuck, the feeling of that soft skin giving as he digs his fingers in elicits a deep groan from his chest. he hungrily kneads and massages, pouring his undying adoration for this thick piece of ass before he dutifully holds the mounds of flesh apart, causing his cock to sink more easily into his lover.
langa will never grow tired of this; the clamped feeling surrounding him will forever remain exquisite. and with the way reki’s body rolls over him like a slow encompassing wave is enough to make langa want to drown in this sensation. he’s teetering on the line between wanting to fuck up into that heat and letting reki handle everything. it's tempting but impossible to do both so he continues to resolutely stick to the latter, yielding to whatever reki's heart desires.
in return, langa murmurs reki’s name repeatedly in a soft, reverent prayer. he greedily squeezes the round globes, keeping them nice and taut, while moaning pitifully as reki marks up his neck. ]
Oh, fuck Reki. That's it... So good, baby. Just like that...
[ he whispers sweet words of encouragement, while relishing the warm press of reki's tight body over his own. slowly, langa loses himself in the dense fog of lust, mixed with the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the window, creating quite a picturesque scene of them—that he almost misses the soft sound of knocking on the bedroom door.
knock, knock, knock.
then a tiny muffled voice cuts through the air and calls out for one person: niichan, why is your door locked?
langa instantly freezes—his eyes snap wide open, suddenly more alert and awake as his breathing stops. shit, that's right. there are other people, reki's family, living under the same roof. langa and reki can't just do whatever they please no matter what time of the day it is, even if they did manage to get away with so much last night...
[ says who? reki feels langa freeze up, and all it makes him do is bite up another mouthful of skin for himself, a wordless promise: you're mine until i'm fucking done with you. he's grown up in this house his whole life and had to deal with everything under the sun with his family just as present; this is no different.
he puts on his Adult voice: ]
Go back to sleep, it's not wake up time yet. Five... four... three...
[ all that really matters is the countdown part. the door stops shaking on its track and footsteps hurry down the hall. reki, more awake now than he wants to be, plants his hands on either side of langa's head and leans over him. ]
Gotta come for me.
[ now they're running out of time. if one of them's awake, the whole house will be soon too. but reki knows just how to get langa there, or at least his body does. no more long, languid strokes; reki's working his cock relentlessly now with smooth, rough snaps of his hips, and langa's hands are right there to make sure he swallows langa's cock completely every time. ]
Fuck—you like that, huh? You're so fucking hard. God, Langa...
[ chasing that edge brings him back up on his knees again, and this is better: he curls his fingers into langa's thighs and leans himself back until that thickness is pressed right where he needs it, and then he can't stop. furiously bouncing on langa's cock like this rubs him in all the right ways and makes him want to move faster, slam down harder, until his eyes are rolling back and his cock is slapping hard against his stomach. what did he just tell langa? nevermind that. he digs his nails into langa's thighs to keep him from slipping under again. ]
[ the unceremonious bite to his neck has langa sinking his teeth into his lower lip, almost drawing blood as he struggles to keep himself from gasping. honestly, langa would've been desperate about not wanting to stop what they were doing, so this works out just as well for him. and fuck, it shouldn't be this fucking hot to hear reki sounding completely normal, like he isn't currently stuffed to the brim with langa's cock while he speaks to one of the twins, successfully making her run back to where she came from, and saving her from a traumatizing situation...
langa can't help but smile a little, thinking of how cute reki's sisters are for listening to their brother so well. then he's abruptly reeled back to his current state as reki leans over him. the sight of the redhead above him like this, with that soft morning glow backing him—langa's heart skips a beat while his cock throbs with hunger. ]
You better not stop until I do.
[ he says in return, and reki does just that. langa keens under the relentless attack of reki's hips slamming against his own. the frantic movement causing the bed to rock along with them, echoing the memory from the events of what happened last night. ]
Reki. Fuck, 'cause of you... It's all because of you.
[ is his murmured response to reki's words while he watches with bated breath as reki shifts back into a different stance. holy fucking shit, langa stares, unabashed, absolutely needing to sear this salacious image into his brain. if possible, his cock feels like it hardens even more as reki begins bouncing on top of him, chasing for what he wants and commanding langa to wait his turn. how the fuck is langa supposed to listen to that when reki looks like this? but he tries, oh does langa really try, even as the pit of his stomach pools with scorching heat, his balls tightening up whenever reki slams down against him.
keeping his hands busy, langa skates his palms up reki's chest that's conveniently arched towards him. he roughly thumbs at reki's nipples while enjoying the show, watching as reki's cock drizzles his pre-release along langa's chest and abdomen. by all means, reki, please come first—the more they can prolong this, the better it is for langa. ]
Come for me, Reki. Go ahead, baby. Fuck, you look so gorgeous like this, bouncing away on my cock. Your ass is fucking heaven, baby. Come on, keep going.
[ there he goes, switching back and forth to english since his japanese is too limited for him to talk dirty. ]
[ it works for him. with langa talking at him in english, all reki really has to do is enjoy the sound of his voice and writhe under the motions of his fingers. it does a hell of a lot to get him close, too—not enough, but he's red all over now, his cock shiny and slick, and he couldn't stop if he wanted to.
the better trade-off is the view from up here. it still feels like he should be too shy to look but it's hard not to, not when langa's all latent power beneath him, practically humming with it, locked beautifully beneath pale skin and bright, burning eyes. the way he looks has always driven reki wild, but now he can see his stomach tighten and hollow when reki gets a good stroke out of him, can see all the tension building under his skin as reki rides him closer and closer to the edge. he almost wishes he had a camera; for now, it's good enough to glut himself on the sight as he squeezes his cock and greedily picks up the pace.
not that he doesn't return the favor. he's learning, through those looks, just how much langa likes it when reki makes a good show out of enjoying the ride, how sharp his gaze gets when reki spreads his legs wide and cups up his balls so langa can really see all of himself disappear between reki's thighs. anything that earns him an extra scrap of attention, he's going to hone in on it, burn it into his muscle memory, until he's perfected this art the same as any other. anything to ensure that stunning gaze never has a chance to look away. ]
You wanna come inside me so bad. Fuck, I can feel it...
[ he's mostly talking for his own sake too, working himself up, trying to get to where he was last night. he toys with his cock but he doesn't want that, wants it just like last night when he felt it deep, deep inside him. it doesn't take much beyond that; soon he's dropping his hand back down to langa's thigh so that he can really ride the full length of his dick with rough, snapping hips, demanding instead of coaxing at release, groaning wildly as his cock strikes his stomach again and starts to spill. it hits so hard that he's jerking almost all the way off langa's cock, his thighs gone rigid with all the tension snapping through him, but he forces himself back down with a choked sob, slams himself back down on langa again and again as he growls: ]
[ there’s no way in hell langa would ever want to look away from this. the vision of reki before him, the way he’s using his entire body to ride langa’s cock—it’s breathtaking. enamouring. langa doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything more perfect. can’t even fathom how reki is able to look this good so early in the morning, with his fiery hair disheveled and face slightly swollen from sleep. not that langa has ever cared for beauty after receiving an overbearing amount of attention for his own looks, but reki makes langa want to wax poetry over what he beholds. how much he loves it when reki gets that determined look on his face, the slight curve of his brows arching, nose pinched as he concentrates. that sexy glint in his eyes when he knows he’s getting what he wants as he shows off the explicit imagery of his hole greedily swallowing langa’s cock.
and then there’s his body, boyish and lithe, packed with muscles worthy of an experienced skater. pale hands slide down reki’s frame, along the stretch of skin blessed by the sun. ethereal in the way that makes langa want to desperately kiss upon every inch. when reki’s pace hastens, langa has to grapple at those hips, holding on not to slow reki down, but to keep him from falling over as reki roughly chases after his release. the squeeze around his dick has langa struggling not to thrust upwards, but it’s extremely difficult when reki seems to have developed an earnest understanding of how to turn langa’s world upside down. ]
Yeah, fuck—want it, Reki… want you…
[ when reki’s release hits and he tightens even more around him, langa groans deeply, the sound then converting into a shallow gasp as reki keeps barreling onwards, fucking himself on langa’s cock despite how much he's trembling. langa's patience, which has been wearing thin since the start, finally snaps. he bucks upwards, rough and deep; purposely exerting enough power to topple reki over so that langa can gather him in his arms, keeping a tight grip as he sets an almost punishing rhythm. a harsh growl slips from gritted teeth before he bites into reki's shoulder, pouring all of his frustrations with every upward snap of his hips.
langa's going to give it to him alright, but only after he's gotten as much as he can. he's already forgotten why they were rushing this in the first place, blood roaring in his ears as every irrelevant detail fades in the background. he fucks reki, hard and fast and wanting, with no indication of when he'll stop. ]
[ reki feels that first thrust all the way up to his throat. it makes his head tip back and his whole body jolt, but of course langa is there to catch him, holding him up and holding him down all at once. it doesn't matter how he shakes or shudders; he's going nowhere, anchored between the savaging points of langa's teeth and speared so deeply on his cock. all reki can do is frame his knees against langa's rolling hips and hold on just as tightly. ]
That's it, take it...
[ he's chanting, brushing his trembling fingers through langa's hair. rushing anywhere couldn't be further from his mind; langa is his and if this is what he needs, then reki's going to sink even lower, grind into every thrust until it aches so much that his vision's dotted with stars. all he really has to offer beyond that is a direct contrast to what he's getting: soft, adoring touches to langa's face and shoulders, kisses pressed wherever he can reach, his voice a wane rasp between them as he urges langa on.
for as long as he can, anyway. he's still not used to this, not sure he'll ever get used to the way langa hammers into him and his body's response to that. soon enough, he can't do anything but pant quick and erratic, his whole body going rigid as his cock starts to drip between them again. those shakes begin anew, but he's trying desperately to keep up despite them, needing to make sure every time langa buries himself inside him it's even better than the time before it. ]
Just like that. [ he manages to hiss, rubbing a feverish cheek against langa's shoulder. sure, he loves langa all the time, but he feels it so profoundly when langa's tearing him apart. however vulgar the things that are spilling from his mouth, there's no mistaking the reverence they carry. ] Fuck me.
[ with reki raining kisses on him so sweetly and touching him wherever he can reach so adoringly, all of his actions only inspire langa to never want this to end. is langa actually allowed to keep fucking reki like this for the rest of the morning? get him to come two, three, four more times until he has nothing left to give? it's awfully tempting for langa to tamper down his own release in favor of making this last. but how langa manages to stave his climax for this long is like trying to understand how the fuck he manages to pull off snowboarding tricks on a skateboard—
fucking unimaginable. but with reki? he makes it work. ]
Did you just get hard again, baby? [ he growls as reki's newly hardened cock slides against his lower stomach, leaking all over him like he hasn't gotten enough. ah, well, langa can definitely relate. ]
Like it so much when I fuck you after coming, huh? Want it again, baby? Want me to make you come?
[ with steel determination and sheer will, langa manages to slow down his thrusts to heavy and deep grinding. like he's deliberately attempting to tether them together permanently; create a bond only they will be able to feel even when they're physically apart. even as langa's muscles are cramping and aching from how much force he's exerting into burying himself deeply with each desperate grind, he ignores those unnecessary details and concentrates on the bliss of reki's velvety walls contracting and trembling around him, making langa see his own set of stars. ]
[ there's no way that reki won't feel last night for days to come. this morning is liable to leave him walking funny if he can manage it at all, but he's hardly concerned. holding on to langa like this, whimpering as he moves inside him, it feels like exactly the sort of closeness they need. whatever else he meant to do with his day is quickly forgotten; he just wants this, for as long as he can have it. ]
Langa... [ he pleads, on the precipice of somewhere between agony and ecstasy. all those intensely-deep thrusts are resounding right through him, humming in his bones, making him slip under all over again. now that he's more awake, more sober after his first orgasm, he's a little more reluctant to lose himself, but it's not something he can control for long.
soon, it feels too good and the sounds he makes are getting wilder and wilder. his hips start rolling greedily, his back arcing, leaning, to feel langa rubbing him raw in that perfect spot until it makes his whole body jolt violently. he's not even aware of how spoiled he is, content to rock on this hard dick all morning until he's spent. even now, he's desperate for more, twisting and shuddering and burying his face against langa's shoulder, begging: ]
[ is having sex with reki always going to be like this? langa can't imagine it in any other way. though it probably has to do with this being their, what—second time? but he can't foresee not losing control again, not having any semblance of direction or grace. they just go at it like fucking feral animals, fucking raw with no concern for the consequences. so present in what they're doing, like the function to stop is non-existent in their dna. ]
Reki.
[ the way reki arches and leans in, taking everything he can despite having done so a minute ago is enough to have langa set on making reki come with him. reaching down, his fingers sink into the plump flesh of reki's ass. in an unforgiving grip, possessive and greedy, he moves reki's hips to accept every ruthless snap of his own. soon enough, his upward thrusts crescendo into an erratic pace, rhythm disrupted the closer he gets to the inevitable edge. ]
Come with me, baby. Again. Together.
[ his entire world funnels down to just this: their bodies straining in tandem, fucking harder and faster to attain sweet release. langa feels as his stomach twists, a low coil in his abdomen as his orgasm barrels closer and closer, balls tightening as the pleasure rips through him. ]
[ reki was content to just bury himself against langa and let him work them both over the edge, but not when he grabs him like that. he feels langa's fingers searing into him like a brand, opening him wide and lancing so deeply into him that he's jolting off langa's shoulder, gone rigid with pleasure that burns in the aftermath. it's too much for a body that's been pushing itself past its limits since the night before, but he's not about to break down now. ]
That's it...
[ he doesn't even recognize his own voice anymore, ragged and wrecked, more breath than sound. it's like langa is changing every fundamental part of him by inhabiting him so aggressively, and reki's high off every part of it, floating away on the sensation of langa tearing him apart from the inside. ]
All yours— wanna be full of you.
[ he snakes a hand between them to cup his own cock, doesn't even really need to move the way langa's ripping him through the air. there's a difference now; langa using his body to get there, his cock so hard that reki's eyes are dotted with tears, a completely different thrill than any other. it makes him feel warm and proud and filthy in a way that clenches in his gut, drags him over the edge so sharply that he's howling over that first pulse of release, glad that langa's grasp is inextricable and will catch him as he trembles violently with every thrust that comes after.
still doesn't stop him from keeping his back arched, from opening his shaking legs wider, no matter how much it makes him sob and grind his teeth until his jaw is burning. even now, he's going to show langa that he can do this, he can keep up, he can be the only one he'll ever need. ]
[ despite the chase of their relief being on the forefront of his mind, there's still a part of langa coherent enough to recognize just how perfectly reki is taking him—how amazing he is at keeping up. not even asking to tap out once despite how tenacious langa is at fucking him. not that he ever expected anything less from reki. langa has always had confidence in him and over the fact that they were made for each other, having been highly attuned to one another's needs from the very start.
when reki's release hits, his hole tightens impossibly around langa. the rippling heat grabbing hold and sucking him further inside. langa lets out a low groan, hips lifted in mid-air as his orgasm is almost yanked right out of him, heat pooling in his balls before he tumbles over the edge, a wave of pleasure resonating throughout his body as he desperately grinds himself against reki for several drawn-out moments, chanting his name like a prayer. ]
Reki—ngh. Reki. Fuck. Reki...
[ with another low groan, this one sounding a lot more weary and exhausted, langa settles back against the bed with no energy left to give. he only manages to pull reki close, holding him to his chest while his body continues to twitch here and there as it endures over what it's been put through. ]
Reki... [ this one he says gently, full of love and longing, as a call for a response. ]
[ this is what it's all for, more than anything, even his own pleasure—this moment when langa comes undone and spills inside of him. exhausted and beaten and completely fatigued as he is, reki still finds the strength to smirk like a spoiled little prince, his thighs locking around langa's hips to trap him in as deeply as he can go while he basks in the heady sensation of being filled. langa's so thick inside him that it's impossible not to feel every pulse and twitch, so vivid that it makes his vision dim, his throat rumbling with a low, pleased purr until his body has sapped from langa all he has to give.
in return, reki showers him with kisses, burying his fingers in his hair and stroking like he's the most precious thing in the world. all of this affection shit is new to him, but it comes so easily to him now, when he's so proud of this man between his thighs and in his heart that he can hardly stand it. as if there was any other word he would dare to speak now but Langa's name, over and over, painted by every emotion that passes through him. ]
Langa, [ he murmurs, finally, like a confession, full of love that's new and fragile, his fingers following the path of every twitching muscle to rub the ache away. his own body is screaming just to collapse all the same, but he likes this, piecing away the hair stuck to langa's sweaty brow, dressing his lips with feathery kisses to help slow his breathing, stroking slow circles over his chest to soothe him. ]
[ reki may be the one acting like a spoiled prince, but langa reaps just as much benefits from being trapped inside his warmth. this is exactly what langa wants. to be buried so deep that he practically suffocates—the pain from being so overstimulated heightening the overall pleasure. with his cock being milked for all he's worth, he groans like he's been kneed in the stomach, but never once tells reki to stop.
just another thing to add to the list of reasons why they were made for each other.
with his lips being covered with barely there kisses, a small smile makes its way in his dazed expression. ]
M'ning. [ he tries to say, but all that really comes out is an garbled murmur. the fingers massaging his chest works wonders in soothing him under reki's weight. he practically melts back against the bed while gazing fondly at the boy on top of him. in the middle of reki's rain of kisses, langa leans up slightly to steal a single breathtaking one of his own. he coaxes those lips open with a playful flick of his tongue. couldn't care less about morning breath when he has the sexiest little minx alive on his lap. ]
Will I get to wake up like this everyday? [ he asks as he leans back against the pillow, fingers idly skating up and down reki's back, then moving lower to gently knead his hips. ]
[ now that they're not filling the room with their own noises, it's easy to hear the usual sounds of the morning: ma busying herself in the kitchen, the blaring of kiddie cartoons on the television, the din of a bunch of different voices shouting conversationally across the house. it makes him realize just how not cautious they've been.
but reki can hardly bring himself to care. langa is warm and smooth and tastes good even in this early hour. he can't help but smile as he tilts his head to battle that wicked tongue with soft lashes of his own. really, he doesn't want to leave this bed—maybe ever. ]
Don't think we got a choice.
[ considering what a mood he woke up in—a mood he's not unused to waking up in—he can't say he's gotten this all out of his system yet. more importantly though, he asks as he smooths back langa's hair, shivering under his sliding hands: ]
[ he smiles a little from hearing that they don't have a choice in this. so that means next time will happen again as soon as he wakes up in the morning, right? he hopes so. he doesn't think he's anywhere close to having enough of his own fill of reki, of being inside him.
which is what leads langa to chuckle softly over the absurd question of whether he likes this. ]
I would be the biggest liar in the world if I said I didn't like it.
[ he gently fondles reki's ass and squeezes for good measure—surely he's left enough handprints by now. he then whispers in the small space between them: ]
No matter what time of the day it is, I love being inside what's mine.
[ it's so patently fucking unfair, langa squeezing him until he's squirming and whispering things that lance like a hot iron straight through his belly. he doesn't have energy enough to do anything but whine as langa's hands force his aching muscles into motion all over again, commanding his hips to lift no matter how much it burns. whether it's his greed or langa's inextricable grip on his heart that is the culprit here, reki doesn't know, but he is pretty sure who he's gonna blame for it regardless. ]
All of me is yours... [ he reasons. whatever mental math is happening within, the biggest hint is that devious little glint in his eyes. pure reki devilry, even this early in the morning.
he crosses his arms over langa's chest to make himself a cushion to smirk at him from. ]
What if I woke you up with a blowjob instead? Same deal, or...
[ ah, what an erotic reaction. reki never fails to deliver in moments like these, which always tempts langa to see how far he can take him. but that thought gets safely tucked away for another time; a time when he can't hear reki's family through his bedroom door.
but the offer of being woken up with a blowjob does cause him to get a little heated. he eyes reki's lips, taking in that handsome little smirk he has on.
how cheeky. ]
Your mouth did feel really good on me last night... We could alternate.
[ he suggest as he reaches up to cup reki's cheek (the one on his face this time), thumb grazing along a plush lower lip. ]
[ reki turns his face into that touch too. he's beginning to learn that there is no denying any contact from langa; it's like he has him on strings, helpless but to dance beneath every move his fingers make. ]
You'd have to wake up before me to pull that off.
[ except his mouth, which is gonna stay bratty forever. his tongue darts out to taste langa's thumb, all the compulsion he needs to lean forward and suck the finger into his mouth. his eyes slip shut in pleasure, and it's only with a miserable sigh that he relents. ]
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not just someone else—langa. it's not like this is the first time they've fallen asleep together, not even the first time he woke himself up dry-fucking his sleeping body (oops), but it is different now. with the haze of sleep half-removed, he can feel more than just the good—he's sore too, not like "skated all night at S sore." like hit by a train sore, his muscles aching everywhere, including places he'd rather not think of now. really hard to forget now exactly what they did last night when he can still feel the evidence of it every time he moves, so it's okay, right?
either way, he's in a mood. it's not like last night, when he wanted what he wanted and nothing more—now he wants to drag himself all over langa's body and nuzzle right against him. he wants to be close and smothered, wants to work his hands all over langa's body and just purr about it, squirming and writhing in this languid, dreamy way. it feels so, so extraordinarily good that he feels guilty about it anyway, no matter what transpired last night, so he wriggles his way up to langa's ear, panting hotly against it, pulling at the lobe with his teeth. ]
Langa... Wake up.
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it's only when a hot breath ghosts over his ear, teeth tugging at his lobe that causes a tired groan to rumble from his chest. he barely catches the demand—but definitely recognizes whose voice those words belong to. the next thing he senses as his body slowly rouses from its deep slumber is that it's extremely warm in his room. not warm in the disgusting, sticky kind of way, but the kind of warmth he wants to remain cocooned and snuggled into. other than reki's voice, the comforting heat should have been an obvious indicator that he isn't in his own bedroom; he usually has his AC knocked down to a degree comparable to canada's normal temperature. while deducing his current location, memories from last night start trickling into his mind and helpfully supplies him with the answer. ]
Reki.
[ his voice comes out hoarse and low, and the arms that he has wound around a warm body tightens just a bit before relaxing. ah, right. they went to sleep together naked, so of course, they're going to wake up naked as well. langa really appreciates this discovery, his hands moving on their own, tracing over the smooth plane of reki's back down to the swell of his plump ass. out of habit, langa gives it a light squeeze.
best wake-up call ever? hell. yeah.
cracking one eye open, the first thing langa sees is a blurry image of red. he turns his head to the side, vision slowly clearing until he's met with a really nice, and dare he say, desperate look on reki's face. langa's still drowsy as fuck though, body and mind not having fully awakened yet, so with a lick of his lips, all he manages next is a soft smile and a languorous: ]
M'ning, cutie.
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what he's focused on are those hands, sliding down his back, invoking shivers as they descend. it feels so good on his warm skin that everything else is just noise in the background; reki's whole world revolves around langa's touch only. aside from the tiny trembles coursing beneath his skin, he's still, his face tucked against langa's throat, his breathing ragged.
and then langa grabs him again, just like he likes. there's no helping a groan, the resumed rocking of his hips. it's a way to sink langa's fingers in deeper, to really feel the way he's holding him, his all over again, and it's helping to ease the ache between his legs. he squirms, and then squirms again, trying to find a place for himself where he is not just grinding into bone or hard muscle, where he'll be able to feel langa's sleep-swollen cock thick against the slow drive of his own. ]
Langa...
[ he purrs once he finds himself exactly where he wants to be, nuzzling needily beneath his jaw, drifting off on movements that are slow and sweet. he figures either langa will wake up the rest of the way and demand more or they'll just lay like this in varying states of desire while one or both of them weave in and out of sleep. right now, for once, reki isn't picky in the least. ]
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and later on that same morning, when reki began to stir from his dreams, langa immediately shut his eyes to feign sleep. he recalls how reki had mumbled something unintelligible, probably still only half-awake, but it was enough to have langa answer back with a soft hm?—inadvertently exposing himself. when he cracked his eyes open in order to see reki again, he was beheld by the sight of reki looking even softer than before. those amber eyes still heavy and laden with sleep, while the small pout on reki's lips slowly curled into a small smile as soon as their eyes met...
that was the moment langa knew he was a goner. there was no way he was getting out of being hopelessly in love with his best friend.
that time was also the first time langa learned about what reki was like first thing in the morning. so docile, so sweet, and so fucking cute. very much like the reki rubbing against him right now, soft, pliant—but hornier. langa feels more than sees the way reki's body wriggles and nuzzles against him, reminding langa of a cat that had just found something worth claiming. ]
Reki.
[ blunt nails biting into the soft flesh of reki's ass is langa's way of encouraging reki to keep rocking against him. he heaves a shuddery breath as reki's cock lines up along his own, causing langa to grow even harder. he's still barely awake but his body seems raring to go, actively seeking out that sweet, amorous friction. his lower half raises slightly off the bed, meeting every delicious slide with a smooth roll of his hips.
as they fall into a lazy rhythm of rutting against each other, one of langa's hands beings to venture between reki's cheeks, tracing over his perineum before circling around the rim. he feels dried come lining reki's entrance, causing langa to groan as images of last night begin flashing in his head. ]
Reki...
[ he rasps, voice still laced heavily with sleep as he whines deeply for more, fingers pulling at those cheeks, trying to get his message across:
please sit this ass on my dick, reki. right now, fucking please. ]
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maybe that's where the guilt comes from, so many mornings spent abstaining, opening his eyes to see langa there and needing so badly to reach out. he's always known it would be exactly this good, that langa would hold him just as tight as this and whisper his name in a voice that he can feel deep within the chest he's pressed against. he's so warm, too, always so, so warm, and reki's greedy skin soaks up as much of his heat as it can, right up until he's feverish.
he's perfectly happy just like this, not particularly trying to get anywhere, just feeling with his eyes closed and enjoying the body in bed with him. not that it could be just anybody; it's only this good because he trusts langa more than he trusts anyone in the world, because langa is so in tune with him, because they are so well-matched that they need exactly the same things at exactly the same time.
all it takes is a touch and reki is whining right back into langa's ear, blindly sliding his fingers over the sheets in search of the bottle they abandoned last night, his breath coming in quick and shallow. operating on a purely subconscious level, he's able to trace and trail it, barely aware of what he's recovered by the time his fingers are closing around it. and then—ugh, he's going to have to get up. not all the way—he's far too lazy for that right now—but just enough to line up their bodies just right and make sure they're both slicked down so that when he lowers himself on his knees, he can take langa's cock in one smooth stroke.
of course, he forgets that he's still sore, that he's been sleeping for hours and he's barely beyond losing his virginity. not that he'll let that stop him; aside from a sad, vulnerable little hiccup and the much needier way he's kissing and nuzzling against langa's neck, he does exactly what he set out to do: seat himself on langa's cock and take him in deeper than ever, working him now at his leisure with smooth, languid motions of his hips. ]
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the whining in his ear combined with the body writhing above his own is what ultimately distracts langa from lending a hand in reki's whole process of slicking himself and langa's cock before aligning them together and connecting.
fuck. with that wondrous heat surrounding him once more, langa is a lot less sleepy now. he can feel the leftover fluids of himself from last night coating reki's walls, causing langa to grasp tightly onto those hips and buck up, letting his cock be swallowed up deeply. but after that, langa does his best to keep his own movements minimal, mostly because he wants to feel reki ride him like he knows langa is all his. similar to what he had done to reki last night, langa wants to be used. ]
Reki...
[ he moans, soft and needy, extending his neck out for reki to keep kissing him there. those lips are warm and soft, making langa's skin tingle so wonderfully, a liquid heat slithering in his veins, his limbs having never felt as alive as they do in this moment. ]
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[ reki whines as langa fucks into him. it feels far too fucking good, overwhelmingly good, and he has to dig his fingers into langa's shoulders until the shivers subside. his hips rock and rock, ready to be impaled again, but it never comes. even half-asleep, he gets it—langa's giving himself to reki. that invokes a whole new round of shivers, a warmth that pools in reki's core and doesn't stop burning.
okay, all right, but first he has to fix something. langa's hands feel great on his hips, strong and rough in all the right ways, but he needs to drag them down with soft, demanding little sound, too tired to actually articulate what he wants. why do that when he can just put langa's hands right where he wants them, let them squeeze into the meat of both his cheeks and drag his ass apart. all the incentive langa needs to stay is right there in the first dip of his spine, as langa's cock sinks in so deeply that reki's whole body seizes with the electric jolt that hits him, his throat rumbling with a deep moan and his cock drooling a thin web of wetness between them.
nevermind how sore he is, he needs more of that now and there's nothing stopping him. langa's throat is a perfect place to bury all the noise and clenching teeth he's making as he winds slowly atop langa, rolling his whole body to feel him everywhere, within and without. he's drunk on all this skin, slipping under the haze of heat again, focused on nothing but keeping constant motion so he can greedily soak up langa beneath his hands and between his thighs, his body clenched so hard around langa's cock that he's shaking all over with the tension. ]
Fuck...
[ he's murmuring feverishly, chanting langa's name under his breath while he suckles his skin into his mouth greedily. this is all his, langa made it clear, so he's going to glut himself on everything til langa has nothing left for him to give. ]
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langa will never grow tired of this; the clamped feeling surrounding him will forever remain exquisite. and with the way reki’s body rolls over him like a slow encompassing wave is enough to make langa want to drown in this sensation. he’s teetering on the line between wanting to fuck up into that heat and letting reki handle everything. it's tempting but impossible to do both so he continues to resolutely stick to the latter, yielding to whatever reki's heart desires.
in return, langa murmurs reki’s name repeatedly in a soft, reverent prayer. he greedily squeezes the round globes, keeping them nice and taut, while moaning pitifully as reki marks up his neck. ]
Oh, fuck Reki. That's it... So good, baby. Just like that...
[ he whispers sweet words of encouragement, while relishing the warm press of reki's tight body over his own. slowly, langa loses himself in the dense fog of lust, mixed with the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the window, creating quite a picturesque scene of them—that he almost misses the soft sound of knocking on the bedroom door.
knock, knock, knock.
then a tiny muffled voice cuts through the air and calls out for one person: niichan, why is your door locked?
langa instantly freezes—his eyes snap wide open, suddenly more alert and awake as his breathing stops. shit, that's right. there are other people, reki's family, living under the same roof. langa and reki can't just do whatever they please no matter what time of the day it is, even if they did manage to get away with so much last night...
he casts reki a look of panic. uhhh, now what? ]
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he puts on his Adult voice: ]
Go back to sleep, it's not wake up time yet. Five... four... three...
[ all that really matters is the countdown part. the door stops shaking on its track and footsteps hurry down the hall. reki, more awake now than he wants to be, plants his hands on either side of langa's head and leans over him. ]
Gotta come for me.
[ now they're running out of time. if one of them's awake, the whole house will be soon too. but reki knows just how to get langa there, or at least his body does. no more long, languid strokes; reki's working his cock relentlessly now with smooth, rough snaps of his hips, and langa's hands are right there to make sure he swallows langa's cock completely every time. ]
Fuck—you like that, huh? You're so fucking hard. God, Langa...
[ chasing that edge brings him back up on his knees again, and this is better: he curls his fingers into langa's thighs and leans himself back until that thickness is pressed right where he needs it, and then he can't stop. furiously bouncing on langa's cock like this rubs him in all the right ways and makes him want to move faster, slam down harder, until his eyes are rolling back and his cock is slapping hard against his stomach. what did he just tell langa? nevermind that. he digs his nails into langa's thighs to keep him from slipping under again. ]
Don't come yet. Me first.
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langa can't help but smile a little, thinking of how cute reki's sisters are for listening to their brother so well. then he's abruptly reeled back to his current state as reki leans over him. the sight of the redhead above him like this, with that soft morning glow backing him—langa's heart skips a beat while his cock throbs with hunger. ]
You better not stop until I do.
[ he says in return, and reki does just that. langa keens under the relentless attack of reki's hips slamming against his own. the frantic movement causing the bed to rock along with them, echoing the memory from the events of what happened last night. ]
Reki. Fuck, 'cause of you... It's all because of you.
[ is his murmured response to reki's words while he watches with bated breath as reki shifts back into a different stance. holy fucking shit, langa stares, unabashed, absolutely needing to sear this salacious image into his brain. if possible, his cock feels like it hardens even more as reki begins bouncing on top of him, chasing for what he wants and commanding langa to wait his turn. how the fuck is langa supposed to listen to that when reki looks like this? but he tries, oh does langa really try, even as the pit of his stomach pools with scorching heat, his balls tightening up whenever reki slams down against him.
keeping his hands busy, langa skates his palms up reki's chest that's conveniently arched towards him. he roughly thumbs at reki's nipples while enjoying the show, watching as reki's cock drizzles his pre-release along langa's chest and abdomen. by all means, reki, please come first—the more they can prolong this, the better it is for langa. ]
Come for me, Reki. Go ahead, baby. Fuck, you look so gorgeous like this, bouncing away on my cock. Your ass is fucking heaven, baby. Come on, keep going.
[ there he goes, switching back and forth to english since his japanese is too limited for him to talk dirty. ]
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the better trade-off is the view from up here. it still feels like he should be too shy to look but it's hard not to, not when langa's all latent power beneath him, practically humming with it, locked beautifully beneath pale skin and bright, burning eyes. the way he looks has always driven reki wild, but now he can see his stomach tighten and hollow when reki gets a good stroke out of him, can see all the tension building under his skin as reki rides him closer and closer to the edge. he almost wishes he had a camera; for now, it's good enough to glut himself on the sight as he squeezes his cock and greedily picks up the pace.
not that he doesn't return the favor. he's learning, through those looks, just how much langa likes it when reki makes a good show out of enjoying the ride, how sharp his gaze gets when reki spreads his legs wide and cups up his balls so langa can really see all of himself disappear between reki's thighs. anything that earns him an extra scrap of attention, he's going to hone in on it, burn it into his muscle memory, until he's perfected this art the same as any other. anything to ensure that stunning gaze never has a chance to look away. ]
You wanna come inside me so bad. Fuck, I can feel it...
[ he's mostly talking for his own sake too, working himself up, trying to get to where he was last night. he toys with his cock but he doesn't want that, wants it just like last night when he felt it deep, deep inside him. it doesn't take much beyond that; soon he's dropping his hand back down to langa's thigh so that he can really ride the full length of his dick with rough, snapping hips, demanding instead of coaxing at release, groaning wildly as his cock strikes his stomach again and starts to spill. it hits so hard that he's jerking almost all the way off langa's cock, his thighs gone rigid with all the tension snapping through him, but he forces himself back down with a choked sob, slams himself back down on langa again and again as he growls: ]
C'mon. Give it to me, Langa.
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and then there’s his body, boyish and lithe, packed with muscles worthy of an experienced skater. pale hands slide down reki’s frame, along the stretch of skin blessed by the sun. ethereal in the way that makes langa want to desperately kiss upon every inch. when reki’s pace hastens, langa has to grapple at those hips, holding on not to slow reki down, but to keep him from falling over as reki roughly chases after his release. the squeeze around his dick has langa struggling not to thrust upwards, but it’s extremely difficult when reki seems to have developed an earnest understanding of how to turn langa’s world upside down. ]
Yeah, fuck—want it, Reki… want you…
[ when reki’s release hits and he tightens even more around him, langa groans deeply, the sound then converting into a shallow gasp as reki keeps barreling onwards, fucking himself on langa’s cock despite how much he's trembling. langa's patience, which has been wearing thin since the start, finally snaps. he bucks upwards, rough and deep; purposely exerting enough power to topple reki over so that langa can gather him in his arms, keeping a tight grip as he sets an almost punishing rhythm. a harsh growl slips from gritted teeth before he bites into reki's shoulder, pouring all of his frustrations with every upward snap of his hips.
langa's going to give it to him alright, but only after he's gotten as much as he can. he's already forgotten why they were rushing this in the first place, blood roaring in his ears as every irrelevant detail fades in the background. he fucks reki, hard and fast and wanting, with no indication of when he'll stop. ]
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That's it, take it...
[ he's chanting, brushing his trembling fingers through langa's hair. rushing anywhere couldn't be further from his mind; langa is his and if this is what he needs, then reki's going to sink even lower, grind into every thrust until it aches so much that his vision's dotted with stars. all he really has to offer beyond that is a direct contrast to what he's getting: soft, adoring touches to langa's face and shoulders, kisses pressed wherever he can reach, his voice a wane rasp between them as he urges langa on.
for as long as he can, anyway. he's still not used to this, not sure he'll ever get used to the way langa hammers into him and his body's response to that. soon enough, he can't do anything but pant quick and erratic, his whole body going rigid as his cock starts to drip between them again. those shakes begin anew, but he's trying desperately to keep up despite them, needing to make sure every time langa buries himself inside him it's even better than the time before it. ]
Just like that. [ he manages to hiss, rubbing a feverish cheek against langa's shoulder. sure, he loves langa all the time, but he feels it so profoundly when langa's tearing him apart. however vulgar the things that are spilling from his mouth, there's no mistaking the reverence they carry. ] Fuck me.
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fucking unimaginable. but with reki? he makes it work. ]
Did you just get hard again, baby? [ he growls as reki's newly hardened cock slides against his lower stomach, leaking all over him like he hasn't gotten enough. ah, well, langa can definitely relate. ]
Like it so much when I fuck you after coming, huh? Want it again, baby? Want me to make you come?
[ with steel determination and sheer will, langa manages to slow down his thrusts to heavy and deep grinding. like he's deliberately attempting to tether them together permanently; create a bond only they will be able to feel even when they're physically apart. even as langa's muscles are cramping and aching from how much force he's exerting into burying himself deeply with each desperate grind, he ignores those unnecessary details and concentrates on the bliss of reki's velvety walls contracting and trembling around him, making langa see his own set of stars. ]
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Langa... [ he pleads, on the precipice of somewhere between agony and ecstasy. all those intensely-deep thrusts are resounding right through him, humming in his bones, making him slip under all over again. now that he's more awake, more sober after his first orgasm, he's a little more reluctant to lose himself, but it's not something he can control for long.
soon, it feels too good and the sounds he makes are getting wilder and wilder. his hips start rolling greedily, his back arcing, leaning, to feel langa rubbing him raw in that perfect spot until it makes his whole body jolt violently. he's not even aware of how spoiled he is, content to rock on this hard dick all morning until he's spent. even now, he's desperate for more, twisting and shuddering and burying his face against langa's shoulder, begging: ]
Please, fuck me, make me come, please...
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Reki.
[ the way reki arches and leans in, taking everything he can despite having done so a minute ago is enough to have langa set on making reki come with him. reaching down, his fingers sink into the plump flesh of reki's ass. in an unforgiving grip, possessive and greedy, he moves reki's hips to accept every ruthless snap of his own. soon enough, his upward thrusts crescendo into an erratic pace, rhythm disrupted the closer he gets to the inevitable edge. ]
Come with me, baby. Again. Together.
[ his entire world funnels down to just this: their bodies straining in tandem, fucking harder and faster to attain sweet release. langa feels as his stomach twists, a low coil in his abdomen as his orgasm barrels closer and closer, balls tightening as the pleasure rips through him. ]
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That's it...
[ he doesn't even recognize his own voice anymore, ragged and wrecked, more breath than sound. it's like langa is changing every fundamental part of him by inhabiting him so aggressively, and reki's high off every part of it, floating away on the sensation of langa tearing him apart from the inside. ]
All yours— wanna be full of you.
[ he snakes a hand between them to cup his own cock, doesn't even really need to move the way langa's ripping him through the air. there's a difference now; langa using his body to get there, his cock so hard that reki's eyes are dotted with tears, a completely different thrill than any other. it makes him feel warm and proud and filthy in a way that clenches in his gut, drags him over the edge so sharply that he's howling over that first pulse of release, glad that langa's grasp is inextricable and will catch him as he trembles violently with every thrust that comes after.
still doesn't stop him from keeping his back arched, from opening his shaking legs wider, no matter how much it makes him sob and grind his teeth until his jaw is burning. even now, he's going to show langa that he can do this, he can keep up, he can be the only one he'll ever need. ]
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when reki's release hits, his hole tightens impossibly around langa. the rippling heat grabbing hold and sucking him further inside. langa lets out a low groan, hips lifted in mid-air as his orgasm is almost yanked right out of him, heat pooling in his balls before he tumbles over the edge, a wave of pleasure resonating throughout his body as he desperately grinds himself against reki for several drawn-out moments, chanting his name like a prayer. ]
Reki—ngh. Reki. Fuck. Reki...
[ with another low groan, this one sounding a lot more weary and exhausted, langa settles back against the bed with no energy left to give. he only manages to pull reki close, holding him to his chest while his body continues to twitch here and there as it endures over what it's been put through. ]
Reki... [ this one he says gently, full of love and longing, as a call for a response. ]
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in return, reki showers him with kisses, burying his fingers in his hair and stroking like he's the most precious thing in the world. all of this affection shit is new to him, but it comes so easily to him now, when he's so proud of this man between his thighs and in his heart that he can hardly stand it. as if there was any other word he would dare to speak now but Langa's name, over and over, painted by every emotion that passes through him. ]
Langa, [ he murmurs, finally, like a confession, full of love that's new and fragile, his fingers following the path of every twitching muscle to rub the ache away. his own body is screaming just to collapse all the same, but he likes this, piecing away the hair stuck to langa's sweaty brow, dressing his lips with feathery kisses to help slow his breathing, stroking slow circles over his chest to soothe him. ]
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just another thing to add to the list of reasons why they were made for each other.
with his lips being covered with barely there kisses, a small smile makes its way in his dazed expression. ]
M'ning. [ he tries to say, but all that really comes out is an garbled murmur. the fingers massaging his chest works wonders in soothing him under reki's weight. he practically melts back against the bed while gazing fondly at the boy on top of him. in the middle of reki's rain of kisses, langa leans up slightly to steal a single breathtaking one of his own. he coaxes those lips open with a playful flick of his tongue. couldn't care less about morning breath when he has the sexiest little minx alive on his lap. ]
Will I get to wake up like this everyday? [ he asks as he leans back against the pillow, fingers idly skating up and down reki's back, then moving lower to gently knead his hips. ]
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but reki can hardly bring himself to care. langa is warm and smooth and tastes good even in this early hour. he can't help but smile as he tilts his head to battle that wicked tongue with soft lashes of his own. really, he doesn't want to leave this bed—maybe ever. ]
Don't think we got a choice.
[ considering what a mood he woke up in—a mood he's not unused to waking up in—he can't say he's gotten this all out of his system yet. more importantly though, he asks as he smooths back langa's hair, shivering under his sliding hands: ]
So you liked it? Waking up inside me.
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which is what leads langa to chuckle softly over the absurd question of whether he likes this. ]
I would be the biggest liar in the world if I said I didn't like it.
[ he gently fondles reki's ass and squeezes for good measure—surely he's left enough handprints by now. he then whispers in the small space between them: ]
No matter what time of the day it is, I love being inside what's mine.
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All of me is yours... [ he reasons. whatever mental math is happening within, the biggest hint is that devious little glint in his eyes. pure reki devilry, even this early in the morning.
he crosses his arms over langa's chest to make himself a cushion to smirk at him from. ]
What if I woke you up with a blowjob instead? Same deal, or...
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but the offer of being woken up with a blowjob does cause him to get a little heated. he eyes reki's lips, taking in that handsome little smirk he has on.
how cheeky. ]
Your mouth did feel really good on me last night... We could alternate.
[ he suggest as he reaches up to cup reki's cheek (the one on his face this time), thumb grazing along a plush lower lip. ]
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You'd have to wake up before me to pull that off.
[ except his mouth, which is gonna stay bratty forever. his tongue darts out to taste langa's thumb, all the compulsion he needs to lean forward and suck the finger into his mouth. his eyes slip shut in pleasure, and it's only with a miserable sigh that he relents. ]
I need a shower. Wanna sneak in with me?
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