[ just the fact alone that reki needs to keep wetting down different parts of his hand with lubricant because he keeps thinking surely this is it is enough to blow his mind. he's not even sure when to stop. langa's obviously not going to be any help when it comes to that; langa doesn't stop for anything, ever, no matter if it's here in bed or out on the track. his body seems to feel exactly the same way, engulfing more and more of reki's hand no matter how logistically impossible it looks. at this point, he's not even sure there is a limit.
and then there's his thumb which, duh. he has his fingers spread so wide that that's where it ends, his thumb hooked into the cleft of langa's ass as he digs inside him with slow, gentle thrusts. the issue is that he could try to keep going, just to see, but he really doesn't know what he's doing. it's not like he needs to; he can already feel so much, every silky wall and twitching muscle within him. he can reach into the deepest parts of langa and stroke until he's gasping and it's really amazing, having this level of control over exactly what his boyfriend feels. ]
Fuck, you feel amazing. Don't worry, baby, I'm gonna get you there. I'm gonna make you come and you're gonna feel so good, baby.
[ but first he needs to see. not that this is any less impressive in any way, but his hand isn't that big. not so much that tucking his thumb beneath his palm will make that much of a difference. reki soaks himself down with more than a generous amount of lubricant and slowly twists his hand, working it in, leaning over to press kisses to langa's thighs, his hips, over his belly. ]
Breathe, baby. You're doing so good; it's just a little more. Listen to me, okay? I'm gonna take such good care of you, just listen to me and breathe and relax.
[ As more of Reki's hand fills him, Langa loses awareness of more of his body. At first, it's a little strange to realize he's not thinking about his legs, or his arms, or even his hands where they're tied. He should at least be thinking about the restraints and how they keep him from touching Reki, but it's like his mind is shutting down until Reki's hand inside of him is the only sensation left for him to feel. The stretch doesn't even register as painful anymore, it just is and the context of sex with Reki means his brain translates it as good and that, in turn, is felt as pleasure.
He's not even aware of all of this, really, melting into a puddle on the bed as he even starts to lack the ability to move. Reki has made him perfectly pliant though he does his best to keep fucking himself on the fingers— hand— whatever he can get. The words of reassurance filter through his ears and register in some part of his brain, but he keeps mumbling a combination of "more" and "good" along with Reki's name as Japanese slurs together with English. He does at Reki says, too, his word the absolute law over Langa's body. He breathes in deeply and moans on the exhale, shivering as he thinks he knows what Reki is talking about as he pushes even deeper and tells him to listen. Langa nods his head rapidly, hair falling into his eyes as he looks up at Reki and then down to where his hand is disappearing inside of him. ]
[ reki's always been langa's biggest fan but now there's just no contest. this is beyond the limits of even his imagination, something he couldn't even fathom. and it's working; he could probably have his whole fist inside langa by now if he wasn't so focused on going slow, being careful, being the limit that langa needs when he can't be that for himself. ]
Baby, oh my god... I love you so much, you're amazing...
[ nothing but pure reverence and adoration in his tone now. he can't look away, can't even decide where at langa to look. he wants to see his face, to make sure he's okay, sure, but he's lovelier now than he's ever been, so pliant and open and trusting. but it's hard to keep his gaze off his hand disappearing into langa's hole, eyeing the way that it stretches over his hand when he retracts it, the way langa's fucking himself right back on it again.
he can't believe it when it actually happens, when the wide part of his hand is gone and there's nothing but a smooth glide deeper in. he has to groan against langa's hip, too aroused by the sight to even trust himself to move, and then he's working his hand, twisting it slowly again. ]
Baby, baby... You did it. You feel that? Holy shit, you're amazing. You wanna come, baby? Anything, you can have anything, you've been so, so good for me.
[ Reki’s hand—his entire hand—sinks into him and Langa is already right on the edge of another orgasm. There’s a bone-deep satisfaction at the way his muscles suck greedily at the hand, the rim just stretched to the limits but now tightening back down around Reki’s wrist. He could come from that fact alone, knowing he’s done everything Reki asked of him and that his reward is the thick weight of being filled like never before.
Completely still on the bed for a moment, Langa babbles about loving Reki in aborted syllables he can’t quite get to work with how numb his tongue feels. The inactivity doesn’t last long, though, because Reki twists his hand inside of him and the pleasure and impending orgasm slam back into him and leave him breathless. Four knuckles press into and drag over his prostate, and he’s wound so tightly that the release is going to give him whiplash. But he’s good, and he’s literally wrapped around all five of Reki’s fingers, and he can wait one more second for permission to come.
His orgasm hits him like a freight train and drag a loud scream of pleasure from his lungs. He digs his heels into the mattress as his back arches off the bed and his hips buck in wild circles. There’s not a thought left in his mind, not for the fact that the neighbors will hear him moaning loud enough to pierce the walls nor the number of orgasms Reki has pulled from him tonight or even the way his cock spills despite Langa not remembering the last time it had been touched. All he knows is the shape of Reki’s hand, the warmth of his praise, and the white that fills his vision. A moment later it goes black as he passes out, chest heaving for breath as he floats momentarily in unconsciousness. ]
[ it's a pretty wild sequence of events. all reki knows is that he's never dragged a sound like that out of langa before, and go figure. they've never done anything like this before. there's no mystique to the orgasm that follows; he's literally up to his wrist in it, growling and groaning as the hot clench of langa's body suckles at his hand, almost like it's begging for more when reki has absolutely nothing left to give.
and then it's quiet. there's that old familiar flash of panic and anxiety—how in the fuck will he ever explain this—but he forces himself to take a deep breath. first priority is slowly sliding himself free of langa's body, his mouth filling at the sight of langa's hole, so well-stretched and still spasming. there's unfortunately little time to enjoy that now—next is the headband, unraveled and untied, his hands placed delicately beside him. ]
Langa, please wake up.
[ really, he has no idea how he's going to explain this if it becomes a big thing. the guilt alone would kill him before the embarrassment ever set in. he runs his fingers over langa's face and peppers it with kisses. ]
[ He has no awareness of anything other than the warmth of being full and the satisfaction of coming harder than he thought physically possible. Reki's careful withdrawal goes largely unhindered, Langa's body still and pliant and obedient to the one who has come to master it. His arms no longer stretched, he starts to curl in on himself subconsciously like he's trying to combat the relative loneliness after being connected so intimately to such a big part of Reki. His arms sling over his stomach and his thighs press together as he draws his knees up slightly. Something stops him from moving any further—Reki's own body, of course—and he whines softly.
His voice filters through and pulls him back towards wakefulness, and the first thing Langa does is mumble Reki's name. He can feel the kisses and slowly moves to chase them even as he replies from the edge of his sub space. ] I'm awake.
i mean if anyone deserves to be spoiled it's snowbae
[ reki's content to lay beside him, letting langa blindly find his way into slow kisses that linger longer and longer. it's really the only way that he can convey how all this feels, how grateful he is that they're together at the end of it. not that he really had any doubts, but better to err on the side of caution anyway.
he doesn't want langa to move, trying to coax him into laying exactly where he is with fingers that stroke and knead. ]
I'm here, baby. I'm here.
[ well. honestly, it's been awhile. as much as he wants langa to stay, he wants to stay where he is too, but. ]
I wanna get you some water. You gonna be okay? I'll be real quick.
his boyfriend needs spoiling, too! protect the sunshine at all costs
[ With Reki at his side, Langa shifts towards him like a sunflower drawn to the sun's warmth and light. He doesn't want to be far from him, but more than that, he wants to know that he's done a good job and that Reki's satisfied. He has no idea whether he'd come, and a press of his thigh between Reki's legs confirms it. ]
But you're still hard. [ He can't hide the disappointment in his tone, not when he's been flayed open by multiple orgasms and left to lie as one massive and bare nerve. ]
[ thanks for that, langa. reki's left hissing through his teeth, but at least he has a sense of humor about it. ]
Yeah, what else is new?
[ he strokes his fingers down langa's side and wills himself to sit up, at least. he presses a few more kisses over langa's shoulders, caught between the desire to stay close to him after everything and the urgent niggling in his mind to actually care for him properly. ]
I'll be fine for the five seconds it'll take me to get you a drink. Just tell me you'll be good if I go.
[ Langa laughs softly because it's true that Reki has the selfless restraint of a monk. He has incredible stamina, too, even if it's very different from the kind that Langa has. They make a good pair in that sense, just like they do in many others.
Humming as he's spoiled with little touches and kisses, Langa ultimately gives in to his instinct to obey Reki and do what will make him proud. ] I'll be good.
[ it's so stupid. he's going nowhere far. but he's still not going to miss out on one last kiss before he eases himself off the bed, one last look before he slips through the doorway.
he's back in a hurry with cold water and some fresh fruit he swiped from the family fridge. no hangry langa today; reki's determined to make sure of it. with care, he reclaims his place on the bed and motions for langa to come nearer. ]
[ While Reki's gone, Langa readjusts on the bed to get into a more comfortable position. The sweat on his skin is cooling and highlighting how sticky all of him feels, and there's the very obvious and strange sensation of having been stretched so far only to be left empty. It makes him feel vulnerable, and as soon as Reki returns, he reaches for him without needing the command. ]
I want to make you come after. [ He would try it now, honestly, but he can tell that Reki is concerned for him so he'll do as he's told and drink the water when it's offered to him. ]
[ reki wastes no time gathering langa up against him, one arm tucked around his waist, his thumb slowly stroking over the bone of his hip. regardless of what he says, he's patient as anything making sure langa clears the majority of his glass, gaze steady on him throughout. guy's been through a lot tonight; reki needs to make sure he's got his back. ]
[ Even though his thirst doesn't register, he nearly drains the glass in a few quick gulps. He doesn't know how long they've been on this bed going at it for a ridiculous number of rounds, but he knows that it has to have been a long time. Reki must be thirsty and hungry, too, so Langa pushes the glass away to save the last of it for him. Once they're well and truly done, Langa's going to order a feast for them. ]
I didn't know we could do that. [ He manages to blush, and shouldn't that stop being a reaction now that he's had Reki's whole hand in his ass? Humming softly, he nuzzles the side of Reki's neck. He's still pliant, body and mind, and it means that his thoughts are dripping from his lips a little more freely than they might normally. ] It was intense, in a good way. I felt lots of physical pleasure, but also, um... mentally... in my mind? I liked you pushing me that far knowing I could take everything you gave me.
[ it feels like he shouldn't take credit for that. he knew langa could handle it, but to what degree? it's a strange line to consider, the one between caring for langa as a boyfriend and trusting him as an individual. too far any which way and it feels like he's at risk for being either callous or overbearing. it's almost exactly the same issue he had with langa's skating, just with no jealousy this time around.
but langa's not complaining, so he'll take that as a sign that he's struck a pretty good balance for now. whatever he didn't consider the first time around, he knows better for next time. it can only really get better. ]
I was still pretty surprised. I didn't know that was possible either, but you...
[ he arches a brow. it's too arousing to think about, and he'd rather twist the stem off a strawberry and feed it to langa right now. time for that shit later. ]
You didn't? [ His eyes widen, because Reki had gone in with such confidence that Langa had just assumed he knew what he was doing, or had some small clue at the very least. It makes him laugh softly in disbelief that they could be so trusting of one another, so synchronized that they could achieve something like that without even discussing it. Though he hadn't thought about it before, Langa is amazed that Reki had been able to understand Langa's consent to trying it even when he had been half out of his mind with pleasure at the time. ]
You were amazing, Reki. [ He opens his mouth to take the offering and then bites swallows down a moan at the sweetness that bursts on his tongue. Okay, he's definitely starving after all of this activity. That will be just another pleasure to satisfy later, though. For the moment, he frowns softly at the worrying thought he often has after sex that he's been selfish even when it's all Reki's doing. ] Was it— I mean, did you like it? Did it feel good to you, too?
[ oh yeah, he probably should have mentioned something about that. oops. poor langa, having to be subjected to reki's wild and vivid imagination.
or not. he doesn't look like he's upset about it. reki's starting to learn that's cause enough to not fret; when something's wrong, langa will either tell him or make it abundantly obvious that he should ask. even if those cues are silent to other people, reki reads them loud and clear.
he takes a deep breath, exhaling it at the hair that's slipped into his face. (there's a reason he's always wearing headbands. not that he seems to understand the purpose of them.) ]
Dude, that was the most incredible thing I've ever seen. You looked so fucking sexy.
[ he lets his palm slide over the curve of langa's ass, purring low in his throat. ]
And then, after everything? That was the best part. Not the... freaking out thinking I'd killed you part. The other thing.
[ Langa smiles as he watches Reki huff into his hair and reaches up to help push is back from his face. He loves the way it looks when freed from the headband, wild and messy much like its owner.
Humming at the hand on his ass, he feels emotional arousal at the tone of voice rather than anything physical. He's pretty sure he's well and truly drained for the first time in his life, but that doesn't stop him from reacting to Reki being so sexy. ]
After? You mean when I passed out? [ He kisses the side of Reki's neck, lips slow as they move over the warm skin. ]
[ reki shoots him a smile for the help. now that he doesn't have hair in his face, he can really see langa, all curled around him, sated and sexy. small wonder he can't stop touching him, letting his calloused fingers drag over the notches of his ribs, fanning them over the swell of it.
he's so fucking hard it hurts to breathe, and talking about this isn't helping, but they need to. even he can recognize that. ]
Yeah, I... Fuck, Langa. I took my hand [ still can't get over that, his entire hand ] outta you and it just...
[ his cheeks heat because he's squirming now, too worked up over the image in his head and langa's mouth on his throat. it feels... rude? to grab his own dick right now and start squeezing, but he's really got no choice. ]
You were so open. I could see everything, baby, it was so fucking hot.
[ There's an odd battle of emotions in Langa as he listens to Reki, half pride and half embarrassment. It doesn't feel like something that should be so sexy, yet both of them were clearly turned on by it—his orgasm and Reki's erection are proof enough of that. Still, when Reki takes himself to hand, Langa can't help reaching out to try and nudge it away again. ]
It'd be a waste not to fuck me like this, then. [ His cheeks burn, but he feels in his gut that he wants this badly. He wants to know what it would feel like after being stretched open so widely, and he knows from previous experience that he loves when Reki comes inside of him. ] Please?
[ reki bites down on the no that he almost blurts outright. sure, langa isn't in that fugue right now, but teaching himself to not say no to langa has been nothing but good for him. it forces him to talk instead of covering up his anxieties by shutting langa down; it's practically making a mature person out of him. ]
Baby... Won't it hurt?
[ fuck does he want it though. now that his hand isn't there, it's impossible to miss the way his cock twitches just at the proposition. ]
[ He bites back a chuckle at Reki asking him that now rather than when he'd been stretched around his hand. It's easy to hear the concern in his voice, and Langa appreciates him asking this rather than making a decision for him without a conversation. It's progress, for both of them, and it makes him smile as he kisses his neck again. ]
It'll probably hurt less than ever. [ Which brings up another possibility, one that makes him pout to consider. ] If it's not, um, tight enough to feel good, we can do something else. But actually, I want to know what it'll feel like.
[ yeah, he's got a point there. reki has to snicker at himself, ruffling the hair on the back of his neck thoughtfully. well. all right then. if there's no excuse not to do it...
now his mood has improved incredibly, his eyes bright with excitement. langa really is just the most amazing person in the world, and he shows his appreciation by running fingers over his pretty face, leaning in close just to be that much nearer to him. ]
[ Langa smiles and presses into the touches, always eager to have Reki's hands on him in any capacity. It feels good to be trusted with the limits of his body, too, and that Reki is willing to push at them just as much as Langa is. Maybe it's an obvious sentiment, but their relationship wouldn't work as well as it does without the trust they share.
Humming, he kisses Reki once more before pulling away and turning around. He kneels a short distance away and then drops his torso down to rest on the bed, cheek squished against the sheets so he can look at Reki over his shoulder. There's a second of hesitation, and then he reaches behind him to grab his ass with both hands and spread it open in a very obvious and hopefully enticing invitation. As if that isn't enough, he bites at his bottom lip before making his desires very clear. ] Please fill me, Reki.
[ reki takes a very deep, very shaky breath as he looks langa over. leave it to the love of his life to take a simple command and turn it into the most alluring view he's ever known. he can't even drag his eyes away to look for the lube, just feels around blindly for a moment before his fingers happen to scrabble over it. ]
Damn, baby... Holy shit, you look incredible.
[ is langa tired of hearing that yet? too bad, because reki's nowhere near done saying it. he pours a little of the bottle into his palm, rubbing it together to heat it, unable to help sinking a few fingers inside that gaping hole langa's so beautifully displaying for him. ]
Fuuuuuuuuck. Feels amazing too.
[ there's nothing he wants more than to do exactly as langa's requested, believe him, but who knows when he'll get this chance again? langa's responsible, anyway, for the hunger with which he presses forward, his fingers prying langa's hole open wider so he can snake his tongue between them. with no resistance, just all glide and taste on his twisting tongue, reki's moaning right through him. ]
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and then there's his thumb which, duh. he has his fingers spread so wide that that's where it ends, his thumb hooked into the cleft of langa's ass as he digs inside him with slow, gentle thrusts. the issue is that he could try to keep going, just to see, but he really doesn't know what he's doing. it's not like he needs to; he can already feel so much, every silky wall and twitching muscle within him. he can reach into the deepest parts of langa and stroke until he's gasping and it's really amazing, having this level of control over exactly what his boyfriend feels. ]
Fuck, you feel amazing. Don't worry, baby, I'm gonna get you there. I'm gonna make you come and you're gonna feel so good, baby.
[ but first he needs to see. not that this is any less impressive in any way, but his hand isn't that big. not so much that tucking his thumb beneath his palm will make that much of a difference. reki soaks himself down with more than a generous amount of lubricant and slowly twists his hand, working it in, leaning over to press kisses to langa's thighs, his hips, over his belly. ]
Breathe, baby. You're doing so good; it's just a little more. Listen to me, okay? I'm gonna take such good care of you, just listen to me and breathe and relax.
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He's not even aware of all of this, really, melting into a puddle on the bed as he even starts to lack the ability to move. Reki has made him perfectly pliant though he does his best to keep fucking himself on the fingers— hand— whatever he can get. The words of reassurance filter through his ears and register in some part of his brain, but he keeps mumbling a combination of "more" and "good" along with Reki's name as Japanese slurs together with English. He does at Reki says, too, his word the absolute law over Langa's body. He breathes in deeply and moans on the exhale, shivering as he thinks he knows what Reki is talking about as he pushes even deeper and tells him to listen. Langa nods his head rapidly, hair falling into his eyes as he looks up at Reki and then down to where his hand is disappearing inside of him. ]
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[ reki's always been langa's biggest fan but now there's just no contest. this is beyond the limits of even his imagination, something he couldn't even fathom. and it's working; he could probably have his whole fist inside langa by now if he wasn't so focused on going slow, being careful, being the limit that langa needs when he can't be that for himself. ]
Baby, oh my god... I love you so much, you're amazing...
[ nothing but pure reverence and adoration in his tone now. he can't look away, can't even decide where at langa to look. he wants to see his face, to make sure he's okay, sure, but he's lovelier now than he's ever been, so pliant and open and trusting. but it's hard to keep his gaze off his hand disappearing into langa's hole, eyeing the way that it stretches over his hand when he retracts it, the way langa's fucking himself right back on it again.
he can't believe it when it actually happens, when the wide part of his hand is gone and there's nothing but a smooth glide deeper in. he has to groan against langa's hip, too aroused by the sight to even trust himself to move, and then he's working his hand, twisting it slowly again. ]
Baby, baby... You did it. You feel that? Holy shit, you're amazing. You wanna come, baby? Anything, you can have anything, you've been so, so good for me.
now I’m gonna be ruined for size cheerleader Reki
Completely still on the bed for a moment, Langa babbles about loving Reki in aborted syllables he can’t quite get to work with how numb his tongue feels. The inactivity doesn’t last long, though, because Reki twists his hand inside of him and the pleasure and impending orgasm slam back into him and leave him breathless. Four knuckles press into and drag over his prostate, and he’s wound so tightly that the release is going to give him whiplash. But he’s good, and he’s literally wrapped around all five of Reki’s fingers, and he can wait one more second for permission to come.
His orgasm hits him like a freight train and drag a loud scream of pleasure from his lungs. He digs his heels into the mattress as his back arches off the bed and his hips buck in wild circles. There’s not a thought left in his mind, not for the fact that the neighbors will hear him moaning loud enough to pierce the walls nor the number of orgasms Reki has pulled from him tonight or even the way his cock spills despite Langa not remembering the last time it had been touched. All he knows is the shape of Reki’s hand, the warmth of his praise, and the white that fills his vision. A moment later it goes black as he passes out, chest heaving for breath as he floats momentarily in unconsciousness. ]
IM SO SORRY (but also maybe not sorry)
and then it's quiet. there's that old familiar flash of panic and anxiety—how in the fuck will he ever explain this—but he forces himself to take a deep breath. first priority is slowly sliding himself free of langa's body, his mouth filling at the sight of langa's hole, so well-stretched and still spasming. there's unfortunately little time to enjoy that now—next is the headband, unraveled and untied, his hands placed delicately beside him. ]
Langa, please wake up.
[ really, he has no idea how he's going to explain this if it becomes a big thing. the guilt alone would kill him before the embarrassment ever set in. he runs his fingers over langa's face and peppers it with kisses. ]
Langa... Please, baby...
DON'T BE SORRY FOR SPOILING LANGA
His voice filters through and pulls him back towards wakefulness, and the first thing Langa does is mumble Reki's name. He can feel the kisses and slowly moves to chase them even as he replies from the edge of his sub space. ] I'm awake.
i mean if anyone deserves to be spoiled it's snowbae
he doesn't want langa to move, trying to coax him into laying exactly where he is with fingers that stroke and knead. ]
I'm here, baby. I'm here.
[ well. honestly, it's been awhile. as much as he wants langa to stay, he wants to stay where he is too, but. ]
I wanna get you some water. You gonna be okay? I'll be real quick.
his boyfriend needs spoiling, too! protect the sunshine at all costs
But you're still hard. [ He can't hide the disappointment in his tone, not when he's been flayed open by multiple orgasms and left to lie as one massive and bare nerve. ]
dont spoil the slime
Yeah, what else is new?
[ he strokes his fingers down langa's side and wills himself to sit up, at least. he presses a few more kisses over langa's shoulders, caught between the desire to stay close to him after everything and the urgent niggling in his mind to actually care for him properly. ]
I'll be fine for the five seconds it'll take me to get you a drink. Just tell me you'll be good if I go.
Langa is #1 slime lover
Humming as he's spoiled with little touches and kisses, Langa ultimately gives in to his instinct to obey Reki and do what will make him proud. ] I'll be good.
langa no 😭
[ it's so stupid. he's going nowhere far. but he's still not going to miss out on one last kiss before he eases himself off the bed, one last look before he slips through the doorway.
he's back in a hurry with cold water and some fresh fruit he swiped from the family fridge. no hangry langa today; reki's determined to make sure of it. with care, he reclaims his place on the bed and motions for langa to come nearer. ]
C'mere. I'll help you.
langa YES
I want to make you come after. [ He would try it now, honestly, but he can tell that Reki is concerned for him so he'll do as he's told and drink the water when it's offered to him. ]
lmao the most langaesque response
[ reki wastes no time gathering langa up against him, one arm tucked around his waist, his thumb slowly stroking over the bone of his hip. regardless of what he says, he's patient as anything making sure langa clears the majority of his glass, gaze steady on him throughout. guy's been through a lot tonight; reki needs to make sure he's got his back. ]
How you feeling? That was fucking intense.
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I didn't know we could do that. [ He manages to blush, and shouldn't that stop being a reaction now that he's had Reki's whole hand in his ass? Humming softly, he nuzzles the side of Reki's neck. He's still pliant, body and mind, and it means that his thoughts are dripping from his lips a little more freely than they might normally. ] It was intense, in a good way. I felt lots of physical pleasure, but also, um... mentally... in my mind? I liked you pushing me that far knowing I could take everything you gave me.
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but langa's not complaining, so he'll take that as a sign that he's struck a pretty good balance for now. whatever he didn't consider the first time around, he knows better for next time. it can only really get better. ]
I was still pretty surprised. I didn't know that was possible either, but you...
[ he arches a brow. it's too arousing to think about, and he'd rather twist the stem off a strawberry and feed it to langa right now. time for that shit later. ]
You were fucking amazing. As always.
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You were amazing, Reki. [ He opens his mouth to take the offering and then bites swallows down a moan at the sweetness that bursts on his tongue. Okay, he's definitely starving after all of this activity. That will be just another pleasure to satisfy later, though. For the moment, he frowns softly at the worrying thought he often has after sex that he's been selfish even when it's all Reki's doing. ] Was it— I mean, did you like it? Did it feel good to you, too?
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or not. he doesn't look like he's upset about it. reki's starting to learn that's cause enough to not fret; when something's wrong, langa will either tell him or make it abundantly obvious that he should ask. even if those cues are silent to other people, reki reads them loud and clear.
he takes a deep breath, exhaling it at the hair that's slipped into his face. (there's a reason he's always wearing headbands. not that he seems to understand the purpose of them.) ]
Dude, that was the most incredible thing I've ever seen. You looked so fucking sexy.
[ he lets his palm slide over the curve of langa's ass, purring low in his throat. ]
And then, after everything? That was the best part. Not the... freaking out thinking I'd killed you part. The other thing.
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Humming at the hand on his ass, he feels emotional arousal at the tone of voice rather than anything physical. He's pretty sure he's well and truly drained for the first time in his life, but that doesn't stop him from reacting to Reki being so sexy. ]
After? You mean when I passed out? [ He kisses the side of Reki's neck, lips slow as they move over the warm skin. ]
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he's so fucking hard it hurts to breathe, and talking about this isn't helping, but they need to. even he can recognize that. ]
Yeah, I... Fuck, Langa. I took my hand [ still can't get over that, his entire hand ] outta you and it just...
[ his cheeks heat because he's squirming now, too worked up over the image in his head and langa's mouth on his throat. it feels... rude? to grab his own dick right now and start squeezing, but he's really got no choice. ]
You were so open. I could see everything, baby, it was so fucking hot.
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It'd be a waste not to fuck me like this, then. [ His cheeks burn, but he feels in his gut that he wants this badly. He wants to know what it would feel like after being stretched open so widely, and he knows from previous experience that he loves when Reki comes inside of him. ] Please?
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Baby... Won't it hurt?
[ fuck does he want it though. now that his hand isn't there, it's impossible to miss the way his cock twitches just at the proposition. ]
I dunno if it's a good idea after all that.
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It'll probably hurt less than ever. [ Which brings up another possibility, one that makes him pout to consider. ] If it's not, um, tight enough to feel good, we can do something else. But actually, I want to know what it'll feel like.
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now his mood has improved incredibly, his eyes bright with excitement. langa really is just the most amazing person in the world, and he shows his appreciation by running fingers over his pretty face, leaning in close just to be that much nearer to him. ]
All right. Get on your knees for me, baby.
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Humming, he kisses Reki once more before pulling away and turning around. He kneels a short distance away and then drops his torso down to rest on the bed, cheek squished against the sheets so he can look at Reki over his shoulder. There's a second of hesitation, and then he reaches behind him to grab his ass with both hands and spread it open in a very obvious and hopefully enticing invitation. As if that isn't enough, he bites at his bottom lip before making his desires very clear. ] Please fill me, Reki.
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Damn, baby... Holy shit, you look incredible.
[ is langa tired of hearing that yet? too bad, because reki's nowhere near done saying it. he pours a little of the bottle into his palm, rubbing it together to heat it, unable to help sinking a few fingers inside that gaping hole langa's so beautifully displaying for him. ]
Fuuuuuuuuck. Feels amazing too.
[ there's nothing he wants more than to do exactly as langa's requested, believe him, but who knows when he'll get this chance again? langa's responsible, anyway, for the hunger with which he presses forward, his fingers prying langa's hole open wider so he can snake his tongue between them. with no resistance, just all glide and taste on his twisting tongue, reki's moaning right through him. ]
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