rekd | OVERFLOW / OPEN

[ Still holding Reki's hand and fiddling with his fingers, Langa glances down at them and thinks about how they've been holding hands right from the start. He also gets a full view of their naked bodies, and if anything is going to help ease his nerves, it's the sight of Reki's cock hard and leaking against his hip.

Lifting Reki's hand, he kisses the palm and then nuzzles against it, certain he'll be able to feel his blush. When he speaks, the Japanese is a little stilted like he's trying to remember a phrase he'd learned recently—because he'd had to find a translation for it, embarrassingly enough. ] Will you, um, eat me out?

[ and here's the real langa: achingly sweet, adorable with that color on his cheeks. it doesn't miss reki that he was trying so hard to play up that fantasy. he's going to have to make it up to langa sometime soon.

or maybe right now. the second langa asks that question, reki feels his mouth filling like he's staring down a full course meal on an empty stomach. he's up on his elbow in an instant, a coy little grin spreading across his face. ]

Absofuckinglutely yes, I will.

[ where'd he learn that phrase? it's too cute that he went out of his way for that. ]

How do you want it? You wanna lay down, or...

[ or he could stay here and let langa straddle his face. the thought hits him too hard for him to voice it, and he swallows roughly as his cock tenses and drags a glistening wet trail across his skin. ]

[ Though Langa hadn't expected Reki to react negatively to the point of walking out—or worse, laughing at his—this reaction is a far stronger positive than he could have hoped for. Reki acts like Langa is offering to do something wonderful for him, and there's no hesitation in his words or body language as he sits up closer. Langa swears his eyes even sparkle a bit.

With that question answered, he feels more confident about his plan. Splaying a hand in the center of Reki's chest, he pushes him back down to where he'd been on the bed. It's one answer to his question, as is the way that Langa crawls closer and swings a leg over him to straddle his shoulders. When faced with having to plan what he was going to do for Reki's fantasy, he'd thought that this one would be pretty good. After all, if he wants to be used for sex, this is a pretty good way to do it. Not that he's free from Langa riding his cock later, too, as promised.

Looking down at him, Langa reaches into Reki's hair and combs it back from his face. ] So talkative, you can do something better with that mouth.

[ once again, they're of the same mind and it's a special kind of thrill, knowing his partner in everything is so in tune with him. he still has to bite down a sob because no matter if he had the idea in his head already or not, langa looks so furiously good shoving him down and climbing atop him like that. he's so glad to finally have somewhere to direct this energy, all this warm flesh spread out before him that he's never been more hungry for.

so he dives right in the second he has a chance. his palms slide over either cheek, opening up langa's ass nice and wide for his first experimental lick. he hears himself moaning louder than he ever has before, his fingers grasping involuntarily like he's afraid langa will lift off his face before he can get more of it. his body's gotten hot, so hot that it's almost uncomfortable, and he's squirming as his tongue starts twisting, whorling, prying at the little hole he's desperately trying to open up for a taste. ]

[ Shifting up a little higher on his knees, he barely has the time to spread his legs farther apart and ease the distance Reki has to lean up towards him. Hungry had been an understatement; Reki seems ravenous. Langa is used to having his ass spread like this by Reki's familiarly rough hands, but that first lick shocks a shout from him. It feels incredible, like Reki's fingers when they're slick with lube except twice as hot. The moan hums through him, too, lighting up the surrounding skin and forcing him to echo the sound. There's no slow build-up, no teasing, just Reki feeling like he really is eating him alive. Langa's struggling to breathe which makes it difficult to make any sound at all, but his breath finally unhitches and rushing into him with a gasp at that first wet poke of tongue. ]

F-fuck, like that. [ He tightens his hand in Reki's hair and pulls him closer even as he sinks a little lower, nearly sitting on him but careful to keep himself up. The last thing he wants to do is hurt Reki, and it's a concern that helps keep him somewhat tethered to the world rather than floating away into pure bliss. ] So good to me, Reki.

[ at this point, reki could really give a fuck. let him die like this, smothered in langa's flesh, the taste of him hot on his tongue. he can't think of a better way to go.

that's all the permission he needs to dig his fingers in deeper and start thrusting his tongue. with langa's fingers twisting in his hair, every motion of his mouth is its own reward, every shiver between the two of them adding to the sharp sense of need building in his gut. it's good, not just feeling but tasting the clench of langa's body every time he licks through raw nerves, but he's not really getting anywhere.

that's where instinct serves him well all over again, compelling him to purse his lips and suck that little rim into his mouth. with langa's flesh captured against all that pressure, he can finally dig his tongue through the center and thrust it deep into that warmth. there's another deep, guttural moan, his hips lifting off the bed in time with every surge of his twisting tongue. ]

[ Even if Reki thinks he isn't getting anywhere, it feels incredible to have him right where he is. Langa has enjoyed the teasing rub of fingers against his rim when Reki was preparing him for sex, or even in his own curious exploration of his own body ever since the fires of his libido have been stoked by their first time together. This is so different, however, and something he could never hope to replicate. Reki's tongue is strong and flexible, pressing against his hole in ever-changing shapes. When he's gotten used to being lapped at by a flat tongue, it changes into a probing lance.

Then Reki sucks on the rim, and it feels like he's kissing it as his tongue presses deeper. ] Holy shit! [ Langa doubles over, both hands tight in Reki's hair as he shivers all over from the change. ]

[ oh, that's amazing: the yell, the fingers tightening in his hair, the way langa moves and tightens over his face. it makes him moan all over again and turn relentless; there's nothing he likes more than going harder when langa's already quaking in his skin, and this is the best it's ever been.

he sucks until his jaw aches, and then keeps going. with every thrust of his tongue, he lets it twist, he curls and drags it against his walls, he flattens it and lashes it wildly—whatever he has to do to make sure langa can't get used to a certain sensation. his hands pull insistently, firm to keep him from shivering his way out of reki's reach, there to anchor him too if he needs to fall apart. ]

[ Langa melts further down, thighs shaking on either side of Reki's head. He lifts back up a moment later, and that is an idea. Starting off slowly, he pushes down into Reki's tongue as it thrusts deeper and then pulls back, fucking himself against Reki's mouth. Even with Reki's firm grip on his ass, he rocks up and down, hips bucking out of rhythm at times but it's barely matters when Reki is doing anything and everything that comes to mind. It's overwhelming and amazing and soon he feels his skin prickling with the threat of an orgasm.

Normally, he would stop and at least try to get Reki off with him. He loves those moments when they can come together, or close to it. This time, however, he manages to remember that Reki had asked to be used, like he was a tool for Langa's pleasure without prioritizing his own. It makes Langa shiver as he moves a hand from Reki's hair to wrap slender fingers around his own cock and stroke over it with a ragged moan. The shock of pleasure makes his body tense up, ass clenching, and he presses down harder to get more of that wicked tongue. ]

Gonna come. Fuck, Reki, I'm gonna come, keep going.

[ reki responds to that with a soft groan. he can tell, there's nothing but tension around his tongue and langa's movements are erratic in places where he's usually graceful and perfectly in time, but he likes it. he likes langa shaking up the rhythm to drive more of his greedy tongue into is him, loves the way he feels beneath his fingers, a sensory overload of trembling skin. he can't wait for langa to come just like this.

a little harder then. and faster, taking great, big licks out of langa's guts everytime his tongue fucks into him. his jaw is creaking with the effort, but it's worth it to give langa more than he can take. he sucks in harder, tongue lashing, but he can do more.

one of his hands works down langa's ass, slow and smoothing until he's dragging his fingers from the hole stuffed with his own tongue up to langa's tightening sack and back again. he finds a place in the middle and pushes down, thanking his lucky stars that the internet exists, that he knows to lean into this magical little spot with rubbing fingers as he works langa closer and closer to orgasm. ]

[ At first, Langa thinks he knows where the fingers will go, or at least he can hope. But they pass by his hole and keep going, a soft stroke that makes him shiver with surprise at how good it feels; one second later, he feels like he literally explodes into his orgasm. The pleasure bursts through him and tingles along every nerve, his body shaking with it as he rides Reki's face. There are no words because he has no thoughts, only loud moans as his hand pumps his cock faster to chase the blissful pleasure Reki is wringing out of every pore. After what feels like the longest orgasm of his life, come splattering over his stomach and dripping down towards the base of his spent cock. ]

Reki... [ He pushes up onto his knees, legs shaking under his weight, and walks them back down to Reki's waist where he can sit more comfortably without hurting his boyfriend. Lifting both hands, dirty and otherwise, he sinks his fingers into Reki's hair as he bends over to kiss him lazily tasting himself but more importantly, tasting Reki. He doesn't have enough brainpower to say anything else right now, so he just smiles into the kiss and keeps pressing them to Reki's lips.

[ reki feels absolutely spoiled by all of this, the taste of langa hot on his tongue, this intimate place he gets to be as langa's entire body goes wild with climax. it drives him out of his mind to hear and feel langa like this, perfect in every single conceivable way, putting him in a place where all he can do is groan about how bad he wants it and keep licking.

and then, suddenly, langa is gone and he's groaning for a whole different reason. there's still more that he could do, still hours left that he could spend wringing more of those orgasms out of him until neither of them can move anymore, but he's greedy like that. he's starting to figure that out.

langa surprises him with that kiss, how he dives into it, unafraid to taste himself. reki moans again, softly and through his nose, slipping what's become a pretty sore tongue through his lips to give him the best of it. his hands drift up and down langa's sides, stroking like he's the most precious thing—he is—letting that sweet smile infect him til he's wearing one too. how could he help it, with langa's hands running through his hair, just like he likes it.

eventually, he says: ]

You could've stayed, y'know.

[ Langa hums happily at the hands rubbing against his sides, leaning to one side and then the other to push into them. He's greedy, too, for as much of Reki to touch as much of him as possible. Whether they're loosely holding hands while skating or pressed against each other's bodies in bed, he longs for any kind of physical proximity to his best friend and boyfriend.

Still, it's a bit of a surprise when Reki says that. Even being slender as he is, Langa is pretty sure he could suffocate Reki by sitting on him. There's also so much else they can do before revisiting the very real fact that they both enough Langa riding Reki's face. Humming a little, wondering if he has to continue to keep up his act, he tugs playfully at Reki's hair. ] But I kind of want you to use me now. You always make me come so much, I want to be your... toy, this time.

[ whatever. he'd be fine. but it does give reki ideas about more things to do in the future, so either way, he comes out looking pleasantly satisfied.

langa's offer, though, makes him arch a brow. the smile on his face turns a touch more mischievous, and his fingers slide, up, up, up, until they're washing over langa's jaw. gently, he slips the pad of one finger across langa's bottom lip, then plunges it inside his mouth, just like langa'd done to him before. ]

That what you want? Or...

[ he hums thoughtfully as he slowly fucks langa's mouth with his finger. ]

Do you just want me to fill you up again? You love that, don't you, baby?

[ As always, Reki is incredible.

Langa's eyes widen as the finger thrusts into his mouth, past lips so used to parting for Reki in any capacity. He moans around the digit, feeling its pressure along with the weight of Reki's words on his hypersensitive skin. He's so much better at this than Langa is, a natural talker and creative in more than just skating. Langa shivers and sucks on his finger as it glides over his tongue, teeth scraping lightly over Reki's knuckles. He can't answer, but he nods eagerly, eyes rolling back slightly as he closes them against a fresh way of pleasure. It's not even acting, he really does love the feeling of it no matter where Reki fills him with anything and everything—cock and fingers and tongue and come. ]

I knew it.

[ he gives langa's mouth a few more good thrusts, whorling his finger over the bridge of his tongue to get it nice and dripping wet before he pulls it free. much as he'd love to watch langa suck on anything all night long, they have a time limit here.

his voice drops a little lower. ]

You always ask for it so nicely too. Maybe that's it.

[ langa's still so wet between his legs too. it makes it so that his finger slides into langa's hole like a dream, nice and slick and smooth. his other hand comes down heavily on langa's ass, keeping him down while reki crooks a finger and starts toying with that spot within him, keeping his touches light and elusive for now. ]

I want you to beg for my dick 'til I'm convinced you mean it.

[ Moaning around Reki's finger, Langa leans forward to chase it even after it's been pulled free from his lips. Flipping the switch so suddenly like this is making him dizzy, but he falls so easily back into Reki's capable hands and wild imagination. When he speaks in that lower tone, it sends shivers down Langa's spine. ]

Reki— [ The sound shifts into a gasp as that same finger he'd just been sucking presses into him, his rim barely giving any resistance. He'd been opened up so well by Reki, and now his body is hungry for more. He relaxes back against the finger with a sigh and then yelps at the slap that makes his muscles tense up tightly. It only serves to make the press of Reki's finger against his prostate even more maddening, hard enough to make him see stars one minute and then teasing as soon as he relaxes again. ] P-please, I want your dick, Reki.

[ oh shit, he loves that. the sharp sound his palm makes when it strikes across the firm flesh of langa's ass, that yelp—it's a real rush. he smooths his hand over fleshly-slapped skin, as if that'll erase the ache, and then does it again, this time coupled with a few rough thrusts of his finger.

and then he's nice and sweet again, every touch light, fleeting, his voice just as sanguine. ]

You love it, baby? [ he'd still rather it be his tongue, but this is nice too—lazily exploring every secret nook of langa's body, just like that first time, feeling every twitch and shiver in langa's skin, in the cock pressed against his belly. ] Does it make you feel good?

[ Langa pushes back into Reki’s hands, but where he’d mostly be grinding down on that finger in search of more than the soft strokes to his walls, he also moves into the hand that’s slapping him. He does love it, the contrast between harsh pleasure and soothing teases. Where did Reki come up with this kind of thing? He always seemed to be leaving Langa in the dust when it came to sex and trying something new; but no, not leaving him behind—guiding him along. It’s a thought that has him groaning just as much, considering how Reki can be such a supportive guide in so many ways.

Also, just incredibly horny and good at feeding into their shared fantasies, it seems. ]

Love it. [ He ruts against Reki’s stomach like his cock, already hard again, is the proof that had been demanded of him. ] You feel so good, Reki, I want more.

[ of course, reki's watching to make sure it's not too much; his hand's pretty cupped anyway, there's no way he'd ever want to actually hurt langa. but no, as always, langa just does the most amazing thing possible and starts moving in the most sensuously greedy way, taking what reki gives him and eagerly opening himself up for more. pretty crazy how they're such a good match in every way, especially here—reki couldn't feel more lucky.

to reward him, reki holds him close and gives a few good slow, whorling rubs around his gland. he's always been good with his hands and he's starting to learn langa's body now, so his touches are getting to be precise and measured—an improvement he's absolutely proud of. ]

You can get me some slippery stuff, then.

[ carefully, he pulls his finger loose. and then not so carefully, he gives langa a playful swat across the ass and a soft kiss on the lips. ]

[ It feels like a triumph when Reki pulls him in closer and gives his ass the kind of treatment he's been chasing, and it makes him wonder if the acting is already over. Langa knows he could easily come like this with his fingers, perfectly rough with calluses, rubbing against him in the exact spot that makes him dizzy with pleasure. It's happened before, and he's worked up enough that he wouldn't even need to touch his own cock to make it happen. But as soon as the thoughts form in his sex-hazed mind, Reki seems to read them and withdraw his fingers. Langa whines at the loss, then yelps at the following slap. ]

Yes. [ He blushes at the use of the name, warmed because it's a joke they share even if it's a little embarrassing. Leaning up to kiss Reki, he pulls away and stumbles off the edge of the bed and onto wobbly legs. He grabs a bottle of lube from his dresser drawer and, glancing at the door to his bedroom, shuts and locks it just in case. His mom had said she would be home late, but with the possibility of fucking themselves to sleep, he didn't want to risk her walking in to seem them naked and tangled in bed together.

Hurrying back to the bed, he offers the lube to Reki and kneels at his hip. Like this, the scene has been reset, and he wonders if he'll be told what position to take or if Reki will just manhandle him into it. ]

[ reki's very obvious about the way he watches langa—purposely so. he's always loved watching him move, even before he realized why; there's so much work and history in his body, and reki can't get enough of all that lean muscle and pale skin. and langa deserves to know how much he appreciates it too, how hungry he can make him look even when he's gone for just a second.

still, when langa returns, reki swats the offering away. he's not touching that shit, not tonight. langa said he wanted to be the toy, so as far as he's concerned, that's his job. ]

You know how to use it.

[ he luxuriously stretches himself out like a spoiled little prince, lifting his hips just a little bit, just briefly, to give him an idea of where to begin. ]

Make it good.

[ The push against his hand makes his stomach dip for a moment, worried that he'd done something wrong. When Reki explains what he wants, however, his lips part with an expression of surprise and slight confusion. There are two ways this could go: he prepares himself and puts on a show for Reki, or he gets him off with slick hands. Fortunately, Reki answers that question with his body as he lounges across the bed, looking confident and sexy and a little bored, even. It challenges Langa as much as it warms him to think that, for once, he gets to spoil Reki rather than the other way around. ]

I'll be good, Reki. [ Crawling to kneel between Reki's legs, he decides to lay down between them. It takes a little wiggling, and he has to bend his legs up to sway in the air so they don't stick off the end of the bed, but he can rest his head on Reki's thigh while he trails a finger up the underside of his cock. He's gotten intimately familiar with it over the past weeks, but he still loves to admire it just as much as the rest of Reki's body. But he isn't here for his own enjoyment, and he needs to make sure he behaves well for Reki or he's going to be suffering through his arousal alone.

Opening the lube and pouring some into his hand, he begins with slow strokes from the base all the way to the head. Once there, he twists his hand and then pulls back down to the base to repeat a little faster every few passes.

[ watching langa crawl around like that is almost reward enough. he's not exactly expecting the head on his thigh, the sweet, almost reverent way langa's looking at his dick as he reaches for it, and it makes that first touch feel a thousand times more explosive. it makes his cock drip and his whole body tighten until it's almost agonizing, and he groans low in his throat, willing himself to not to lift his hips and displace langa's little resting place against them.

whatever act they're doing is lost the second langa's fingers start sliding. he loves the way langa touches him, always like it's some sort of special treat for him, and his fingers brush against langa's cheek and sink into his hair, saying what he can't through tightly gritted teeth. ]

God, Langa... [ it's agony not to move, to force himself not to roll his hips, and his cock is straining in langa's grasp with every pass of his hand because of it. but there's no way he's going to throw this now; he likes the way langa is watching far too much. ] That's good, baby, just like that...

[ Langa watches as precome beads at the tip and then slides down the length of Reki's cock, caught by his fingers as he twists them. He wants to taste it, but he doesn't think that he would have been trusted with the lube if he was allowed to use his mouth. This added layer makes things a little confusing, given it's the first time they're trying it, but he may end up giving in to the urge anyway. He doesn't fear the outcome, trusting Reki completely no matter how tough or aloof he may pretend to be—in the end, they'll always come back together like the perfect fit they are.

Still, he wants to be good and earn more of the praise that falls from Reki's lips. It makes him moan to feel the ripple of muscle beneath his cheek as Reki resists moving, either wanting his pleasure to last or not wanting to jostle Langa's head. It's a sweet counterpoint to the moment, and Langa falls to the urge to lean close and press an open-mouthed kiss to the base as he rubs the palm of his hand over the tip. ]

TFLN / OPEN RP / THREADTRACKER

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