[ oh. that look on langa's face. for once, reki's lucky that he's used to guilt and arousal coming as a package deal, because at least this is familiar turf.
his features soften a touch, but none of that extends to the hand that's still grasping langa's belt. if anything, the next tug is rougher, more insistent. ]
You said you'd give me everything. I'm not done.
[ he really deserves more credit for this. it's a miracle that he's able to form a coherent sentence when that little touch langa's got on his hip puts him right back on the edge again, shuddering and hissing through his teeth. it's a miraculous personal feat to keep himself from rubbing against langa like his body is screaming for him to do, but the consequences of that are far too mortifying for him to give in.
instead, he swings a leg over and lets himself off langa's lap, not exactly graceful on limbs that have turned to liquid, but at least he doesn't crash into place like he was afraid he would. ]
I wanna see you. [ his face could not be any redder, and he could not look anymore anxious, but he still manages to say it. ] All of you.
[ a hiss seeps out from between langa's teeth as reki tugs him forward by the belt again, causing his erection to rub uncomfortably against the back of his zipper. fuck, it's absolute torture but langa would be lying if he said he wasn't positively aroused from experiencing this almost bratty and demanding side of reki. ]
Yes, everything.
[ he repeats in a daze. of course, the promise. langa sits up in preparation for whatever it is reki wants. but what langa isn't prepared for is the sudden absence of warmth from his lap. it takes everything in him not to reach out and grab at reki's wrists just to pull him back down again.
wait, reki, where are you going? can be read all over his expression as he gazes up forlornly.
soon enough, the burning glow on reki's cheeks becomes the center of langa's attention. it's cute. reki is so fucking cute. and langa can feel his heart race as it reaffirms the lengths he would go through to do anything for this boy. without another word, langa somehow finds the strength in his legs to stand up before immediately crowding closer into reki's personal space, head angled to the side like he might just surge forward to slot their lips together in a kiss again—but, he resists. ]
Take yours off, too, Reki.
[ he whispers, while his fingers reach down to the zipper of his own pants. once it's loosened, langa releases a sigh of relief. and then it's an awkward dance of tugging his underwear and pants down, which takes a bit of fumbling and scuffling because—skinny jeans. he even trips a little in his struggle to yank his pants off completely.
it's a totally unsexy sight, but hopefully reki can look past it. ]
[ reki has every intention of following langa's lead, laying back on the bed and reaching for his belt, but there's no way he can miss this. watching langa trip over his own skinny jeans is just too golden, and as much as he tries to gnaw at his lips to keep them from curling, he looks nothing but completely amused. it's cute. he can admit that.
anyway, joke's on him. the second langa's free from all that tight denim, he's right back to his usual routine. for a second, he can't bring himself to look anywhere in particular, especially not at langa. it's so stupid. it's not like he hasn't seen him in various states of undress before. but stealing glances in a locker room and looking at him now are two completely different beasts and he's so frustrated with himself that he has to growl under his breath.
he lets his gaze sweep slowly, his fingers still paused on his own belt. langa looks just as perfect as he knew he would, the only disruption in all that pale, smooth skin is just a light dusting of scars from various bails, and that just adds to it. reki's mouth fills at the sight of his cock, full and heavy, and now he's panting again, pulling at his belt buckle like he's forgotten how it works. ]
[ if anyone else were in his shoes, langa's struggle during his amateur hour strip show would probably be considered an embarrassing experience for most. but for langa, knowing that he's able to pull that amused smile from reki during his little wrestling match with his jeans... well, it makes worth it. and he would go through it all over again, make himself look like an absolute fool if it means he can be the main reason behind reki's smile.
as he waits for reki to take in his full appearance, langa's own gaze is fixed in total concentration on reki's fingers over his belt. he's waiting for something to happen, for reki to loosen that belt and slide those pants off, allow langa to see what he's been dying to see. but then... nothing happens. reki's frozen in place while he continues to study langa's frame.
beautiful is a word he's been described with so often that it's started to lose its meaning over time. but for some reason, when the word beautiful comes from reki's lips as a way to describe what he sees when he looks at langa, it has langa's heart seizing in his chest and breath catching in his throat. ]
Reki.
[ he huffs with an embarrassed flush to his cheeks, suddenly feeling terribly impatient. this is just unfair... he wants to see reki, too. he wants to see his everything. langa wants to admire and worship reki for everything he's worth because it's what reki deserves. finally unable to resist, langa's hands reach forward to help with his belt, tugging it loose, before promptly pushing those pesky pants and underwear out of the way. ]
[ serves his ass right. it's not fair for reki to be the only one huffing and blushing. now that he's got langa doing it, he's not shy about flashing a smirk. a kind of proud one. this is something to be proud of.
langa's devastatingly beautiful. hot in a way reki's pretty sure is only supposed to exist in movies. but no, here he is in living color, so real that reki can feel the fever in his skin when he moves in closer. all that, and he likes reki. reki's got no clue what makes him worthy of any of this, but he's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth and ask it how it got in his stable. he's just proud that he pulled it off in the first place.
he loses the air in his lungs in one explosive breath when langa undresses him, though. it's not like langa's just helping out—it feels impatient, like langa can't hold back anymore. it makes reki's heart rabbit around in his chest, his pulse pounding in his ears when he feels the cold bite of air on his newly-bared skin.
he is... not langa, not by a long shot. being completely naked and vulnerable where he can see feels like he's exposed a dark secret, like langa's five seconds from seeing him like this and deciding against it. at once, he's scanning langa's eyes for any sign of displeasure, real or imagined, so he can at last take the reality check to the chest and get over it. ]
[ that smirk reki flashes almost has langa retaliate with a flat look of his own. almost. only because he recognizes the meaning behind it, the way reki looks too proud of himself for getting langa all hot and flustered. well, two can play at this game... but! it's a game he'll have to save for later, because right now, langa's a man on a mission; a mission to get reki naked like the day he was born.
there's nothing to compare the way langa's body reacts to the full display of bare skin; a vision even better than whatever he's cooked up in his fantasies. a surge of heat rushes through his lower belly, causing his cock to twitch in undeniable interest. fuck, reki looks so... he looks so— ]
God, you're beautiful. [ he starts off with japanese, before switching to english. ] You're so fucking beautiful, Reki. Fuck, look at you. You're driving me crazy.
[ taking away their slight height difference, reki's body looks relatively smaller against langa's. and from what langa can see, reki's skin is gorgeously tanned everywhere. he may not possess a body of a pro athlete, but he's lean in all the right places, lined with muscles from years of skating, yet still retaining a perfect amount of softness that has langa's hands trembling at the thought of sinking his fingers into that supple flesh—
guided by his lust, langa steps closer and closer, forcing reki to step back until he's backed up against the wall right next to the bed. fingers curling around reki's slim hips, langa shortens the distance between them in favor of having their bare skin touching again. ]
[ reki's trying so hard not to be the one who always breaks. he's just going to have to deal with the heat on his face; it's a constant, it's not going anywhere, especially not now that they're both naked. but he doesn't want to spend the rest of the night hiding behind his hands like every other time langa's gotten him to blush like this. just like with skating, he wants to hold his own.
he even picks up on some of that english. no clue what he's saying, but he knows what some of those words mean and throws one right back at him. ]
Yeah, you are pretty freakin' crazy.
[ that's where the banter ends, though. langa's stepping closer and reki has nowhere to go. his bare skin hits a wall, cold enough to draw a little hiss out of him, and then langa's right up against him, molten hot in comparison. langa's fingers are clasping his hips, his warm skin is pressed so close, his cock hard against reki's belly. it's good that langa's holding him because he feels like his whole world is spinning. ]
Oh fuck, oh fuck...
[ his hands crowd around the small of langa's back, pulling him closer still, his nails digging in at the sensation of it. he can feel his dick just dripping endlessly and knows that langa can feel it too, but at least holding him so hard is keeping his hands from shaking. ]
[ the fact that all they're doing is pressing close to one another, bare skin touching bare skin, is enough to make them feel this good shows how new of an experience this is for them both. it feels almost overwhelming, to the point where langa finds himself wanting to do so many unspeakable things with reki at the same time.
unable to help himself any longer, langa pins reki forward, and rolls his hips, long and hard against reki's own. he releases a shaky breath from the wet friction of their cocks rubbing against his belly. the dribble from reki's cock smearing on his skin sets him ablaze. it's so erotic and tantalizing and so much better than his wildest dreams—langa finds himself wanting more. so much more.
he dips his head down to capture reki's lips, trapping him with his mouth as he kisses him fervently. he continues to roll their hips together, basking in the pleasurable sensation of their heated skin bumping and sliding together. ]
You feel so good. So good for me. Can I touch you, Reki? Wanna touch you all over. Please.
[ not wanting a repeat of earlier where reki had tensed uncertainly under his hold, langa asks for permission this time. he thinks that perhaps it was because he had caught reki off guard, so this time he wants to give a proper warning beforehand. ]
[ considering the way that reki is clutching at him and urgently grinding his cock against his skin, it probably goes without saying that langa is free to touch him as he pleases. but he still asks, and reki finds himself incredibly charmed—in whatever part of his brain isn't occupied with this screaming hunger for more. sure, he's probably still going to tense up anyway—all these sensations are too new for him to know what to expect and when—but at least now langa will know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he wants it. ]
Do it.
[ he will too, one hand rising to slide over langa's smooth chest. his touches are still shy and elusive, but he manages to fan out his fingers, his thumb lightly brushing over one of langa's nipples. ]
I want you, Langa, I want you...
[ thank god for this wall, a place to dip his head back into as he desperately rocks his hips again and again. it's good, but it's frustrating too; he shifts and their cocks slide together and the sensation of it is like lightning shooting through his veins, leaving him groaning and panting hotly, but he can't quite get the same thing to happen the next time around. it just makes that grip he has on langa a little fiercer, those little huffs and growls he makes sound more aggressive with every hard snap of his hips. ]
[ with reki's blessing, langa doesn't hesitate any longer. his hands promptly make their way towards what he's been dying to touch; fingers sinking into the supple flesh of reki's ass as he grinds down harder against him. he struggles to pay no mind to the way reki tenses for a split-second—wanting to believe in reki’s reassurance that he wants this—that he wants him.
the shy touches to his chest are welcomed with a shudder and a sigh. langa appreciates the touches as much as he appreciates the view of reki’s head tilted back, exposing the line of his neck and the hint of bruises langa had left there earlier. fuck, the urge to mark him until his throat is covered in hickies is dangerously tempting, but the torture from not getting enough pressure between their cocks is getting more and more maddening by the second, leading langa to come up with a better way to handle their frustrations.
leaning forward, langa presses a sweet kiss to reki's chin before his hands skate down the entire slope of his ass. he then hooks his hands under reki's thighs, hauling him up before tossing him to the bed. ]
Sorry Reki, can't take it anymore...
[ he explains shortly as he crawls onto the bed and positions himself between reki's legs, naturally forcing them apart. shifting lower, he aligns their hips together and gingerly takes both their cocks into his hand. he gives an experimental stroke, from the base to the tip, causing a bolt of pleasure to strike up langa's spine. ] Fuck, [ he groans, before repeating the same motion again and again and again, all while staring helplessly down at reki. ]
[ the freezing isn't so bad this time. he's getting used to the way langa grabs him now—or he's so turned on that it's starting to override his anxiety, one of those. the way langa keeps reaching for him like this is starting to make him feel pretty sexy, too; the idea that this one part of his body drives langa more wild than anything makes him just as proud as he is aroused, which is a wild fucking combination that makes him move in slow winding ways he's never moved before.
he's so consumed with that that it takes him way longer than it should to register that he's being lifted in the air. it's by no means the first time langa's just swept him up like this—and he feels exactly the same way he did all those other times, his stomach twisting tightly, a hard pang of arousal agonizing every living nerve of his body. the sensation of falling immediately afterwards does nothing to dispel the sudden fever he's afflicted with; he fucking loves falling, it's his whole vice, and the brief shot of adrenaline mixes right in with everything else, leaving him panting and shuddering on the bed.
he can't take it anymore. the sensation of langa slipping between his thighs, the shock to his senses that is langa's hand wrapping around their cocks, the solid slide of langa's dick against his—it's all so much at once and he's already in over his head. ]
Langa, FUCK—
[ he tries, really tries to warn him, but all that is coming out of his mouth from there are broken moans. he's all tension, everywhere from the fingers pulling hard in langa's hair to the nails tearing up langa's shoulders, and he can't stop the way his hips desperately lift off the bed, fucking into langa's hand until his cock starts spilling over it. it's fucking embarrassing, coming like this when it feels like they've only just gotten started, making the wildest sounds he's ever heard from himself, his skin turning a molten red as he shivers uncontrollably.
and, oh, there's the anxiety again. luckily reki's too dazed to act on it rationally; instead, he loops his legs around langa's waist and cinches them tight, pleading-on-the-cusp-of-demanding: ]
[ a thrill runs up the back of langa's neck from the concupiscent quality of reki's moans: how they're increasing in volume, and how he keeps cutting off and starting again—almost like reki's trying to communicate something of importance, but can't seem to spit it out between the bouts of pleasure. the tug on his baby blue hair is blissfully painful, along with the nails scratching at his back causing langa to growl deeply, driving his hips wildly into his fist, and grinding his cock greedily along reki's own.
when reki spills first, langa reacts by pumping their cocks faster, aiming to milk reki for everything he's got. his hold tightens around them as the slick sound of his hand running over their burning skin fills the room. with a deep groan ripping from his chest, langa follows soon after, shaking uncontrollably from the strength of his own premature release. ]
Fuck, Reki, fuck.
[ his mess adds on to reki's, over his own hand and reki's abdomen and chest. it's damn fucking hot—and maybe there's something wrong with langa, but he can't help but salivate over the thought of licking their mixed cum off reki's skin.
he isn't planning on moving away anytime soon, so the invitation to stay (via reki's legs wrapped around his waist paired with the demand for langa not to go) might seem unnecessary, but the plea does cause langa's chest to break wide open, a rush of a different kind of warmth suffusing the space it leaves in its wake. ]
Never, Reki. [ he says meaningfully, mirroring those emotions staring back at him. after releasing their softening cocks, the sting at his back slowly makes itself known, especially now that he has no bursts of pleasure to pad over the sorrness. but it feels strangely nice, like... if it were to leave a distinct mark on his skin, langa would be wearing it proudly.
with a content sigh, langa leans down a little, pressing sweet kisses all over reki's face, some lingering more than it needs to on certain areas: on reki's cheeks, his nose, his forehead, and those lips. ]
That was so good, Reki... I— ... The noises you were making... Can't get enough of you... M'not done... Wanna go again... Again, Reki...
[ reki thinks it'll be over when he comes, has a trillion paranoid scenarios worked out for when that happens, but no. langa burns every single one of them in the aftermath, leaning in closer, his fist blurring between them. reki has to clamp both his hands over his mouth to dampen his screams when his skin turns overly sensitive and langa keeps going, going, and comes right along with him.
it's somehow the most langa thing to do and now reki's sort of mad that he let his head get in the way of predicting the obvious. of course langa wouldn't leave him alone in this, of course he'd just elect to do this together and follow right along. it's such a him move that it's twisting reki's heart up with how oddly endearing it is.
for a second, all reki can do is stare at him in a disjointed way, his eyes focusing and unfocusing but steady on langa's face. from this surreal, dreamy place, he can see all the things he couldn't see before: how langa looks at him, the way he tempers his response according to how vulnerable reki feels... the look he levels at the mess they've made all over reki's skin. his hazy mind offers him an idea and he can't think of anything better so he goes right along with it, interrupting all those sweet, comforting kisses langa's giving him to swipe his fingers through the puddle of come on his belly and lift them up to langa's lips. ]
Want you.
[ dangerously bad. but right now, he can't imagine that langa wants him in any way but exactly the same, so why hold back? he already has his legs wrapped around langa and it's a lot of fun to have this level of control, to use it force langa closer and lift his own hips off the bed, giving them both a preview of what it'd be like if they crashed together in the middle. for reki, it feels so fucking good that it immediately dispels all the hangups he had about this very thing. ]
[ it never ceases to amaze langa how reki always seems to know what he wants or needs, causing the taller boy to wonder if his thoughts are painted plainly on his face or if reki is just that good at reading him. usually, people never look past his foreign pretty face, but with reki, it’s different. from skating or eating together to something as filthy as this—langa’s breath gets caught in his throat as he watches reki gather some of their mixed fluids on his fingers, offering it up for langa to taste.
parting his lips, langa languidly runs his tongue along the underside of one of the proffered digits. tasting the bitterness of their release, he groans softly before moving forward to completely wrap his lips around the wet fingers, licking over and in between, making sure he leaves no trace behind before hollowing his cheeks as he sucks softly. want you, too, reki— is what his heavy set gaze relays back to him.
he only pauses when he hears reki's next words—abdomen clenching as fire pools in his cheeks the same way it starts happening down his navel. when did reki climb into langa's mind and read his thoughts like this? this proves that only reki is the one person in langa's life that knows what his heart truly desires.
pulling his mouth away from reki's hand, langa nods his head a little too enthusiastically to convey his approval. touching foreheads, his hands trail down to take a hold of reki's ass again, grabbing and squeezing around the mounds of flesh. ]
Reki, I want to fuck you.
[ he assures longingly, while mentally trying to figure out how to get hard again within the next few minutes. almost instinctually, langa brings one hand up and hooks his thumb at the corner of reki's mouth, forcibly parting swollen red lips. his mind eagerly supplies how good it would feel to have those lips wrapped around his dick— ]
Reki, can you... help me...
[ trailing off, langa gazes back at him with a pleading look. ]
[ of course reki knows exactly what langa wants. he's so used to knowing how langa carries himself so precisely that he can call repairs on his deck from just a glance; this isn't much different, now that he's gotten the concept that langa wants him through his thick head. now there's not a thing that isn't clear as day to him, conveyed through his hands and eyes and perfect, wonderful lips.
reki groans right along with him when his fingers sink into langa's mouth. the next breath he takes shatters on the exhale, like he's already worked up all over again. he's learning that he doesn't have a choice, not with langa; so much of what he does sends these sharp, electric pangs of arousal straight to his gut, and the way langa's looking at him while he sucks down his fingers is the most formidable yet. his lips curl wickedly, pleased, and the only real sign of humility he has left is the way he's gnawing at them. ]
Good boy.
[ this time, when langa grabs him, he doesn't flinch or tense up at all. instead, his thighs tighten and his back bows to give langa more to grab and it's so fucking exciting, being able to reward someone who deserves so much with a part of himself that langa apparently has developed a hunger for. if reki were to ask for the same, if he could ask for anything right now... he considers it, and thinks of langa's cock, how badly he wants it right now, how good it would feel fucking his lips raw. he's never even done anything like that before, but his mouth is filling, his lips parting to emit a heated moan just as langa's sliding another finger into his mouth.
see, it's so obvious. half of it is reading langa's hands and his gaze and his excruciatingly gorgeous body, and the other half is coming to terms with whatever he wants for himself. that's the real key to reading langa's mind.
he bites down on langa's thumb—not hard, but not gently either—and stares langa down as best he can when every breath he takes is shaking him to his core with anticipation. ]
You don't get to be shy now. [ langa wants his mouth, right? then reki's going to roll his tongue over his lips until they glisten. ] Say it.
[ a confused pout pulls at langa's lips when it registers that he's been called a good boy. he's not a dog—being called something like that shouldn’t please him, or anything. but coming from reki’s mouth, langa finds that he… doesn’t mind. reki can probably get away with calling him by any name, use him in any and every way he wants, and langa would say thank you by the end of it all.
it seems stupid of langa to have to figure out a way to get himself hard when he has reki right there, under him, his legs tightly gripping him by the waist while his teeth digs into langa’s thumb none too gently. that dark gaze causing langa’s own eyes to cloud with desire. this, right here, is all he needs for his arousal to reawaken; his softened cock twitching in response to the onslaught of reki’s power over him.
when reki calls him out for being shy, langa’s pout deepens while his brows furrow. huh. looks like he’ll have to show him, then.
getting distracted by reki continually licking his lips only lasts for a few seconds before langa pulls his hand away and grabs a clump of fiery red hair, tugging it back, forcing reki to tilt his head up and bare his throat for him. ]
Suck my dick, Reki.
[ diving into that neck, langa brushes his nose along the line of reki’s throat, while murmuring against the delicious stretch of skin. ]
Let me fuck your throat before I fuck you into this bed.
[ after pressing one last kiss, langa pushes himself up and away from reki’s parted legs, and pulls reki along with him so that he’s sitting up as well. kneeling with his haunches on the back of his heels, langa guides reki into the position he wants, on his hands and knees with his cute face and sinful lips inches away from langa’s cock. as he cups those cheeks in his hands, langa can't help but smile, a touch teasing as he says: ]
[ langa gives him that look and reki's stomach hollows. he knows what's coming—he wouldn't be running his mouth like this if he didn't want it that badly—but he knows it's going to break him. whatever. guts and momentum, right, just like competing at crazy rock.
and he's right about both things. langa pulling his hair like that makes him lose all the air in his lung to a sharp gasp. his voice, rumbling dangerously against reki's throat, turns him into a shivering wreck again, and it's good that langa takes command after that, moving and positioning him like a doll, because reki would not be able to find his way otherwise.
he's still breathing raggedly when he's on his trembling knees, so turned on that it's hard to think. all that's on his mind is that he got a taste of langa at his most amazing, once again, and he's so proud of what he is and his part in bringing that out of him. he's never messed around with anyone else before, but he knows langa's special. he's always the very best.
but he needs to get over it. langa's got his face in his hands and he's putting up some great banter and reki's not about to let him down. he turns that dazed, far-away look into a fiery one and slides his hands over langa's thighs, grasping hard. ]
Why would I be? This dick is mine. Watch.
[ he knows that if he uncurls his tongue, langa's cock is going to strain for it, close enough for him to reel it in against his lips with a deep lick. sure, he's the one purring at the first taste of skin and he probably doesn't look like anything but a thirsty wreck after the fact, but it's a cute illusion for a second there, right?
he'll just have to keep proving himself. he's got the advantage; no one wants langa as badly as him, so badly that his mouth is flooding with saliva, his lips dripping with every loud, obscene slurp. all that drool sluicing down langa's cock perfectly smooths each pass of his pumping fist, there to manage what his mouth can't as he hungrily explores how much of langa's cock he can swallow down at once. no matter what, his eyes stay on langa, always, unwavering, full of want and devotion. ]
[ even if reki were to continue looking on with that faraway expression and left his mouth hanging open for langa to fuck into, there's no way langa would have felt let down by him. he would have felt too gracious fucking into reki's mouth to care. but, he also likes this: this fiercely determined side of reki, unwilling to sit back and allow langa to handle everything on his own. reki must have this natural response built in that requires him to help out others in every way he can. this particular trait also happens to be the reason langa fell for him in the first place. ]
Yours.
[ he agrees with a tremulous tone, getting slightly overwhelmed by how much that one word rings so true to him— ]
Fuck, Reki...
[ the curse inevitably falls from his lips from the way reki enticingly reels in langa's cock with his tongue, then blesses it with a purposeful lick causing waves of heat to crash over him. langa had asked for this and yet he feels wildly unprepared for the warm and wet sensation surrounding him, the way reki eagerly sucks his cock into his slick mouth like he was born to do it.
it's absolutely obscene, like a porno straight from one of langa's wildest fantasies, but better. way better. he heats up even further from the sight of reki drooling all over himself, trying to get as much as he can while stroking the rest of langa's cock that he can't quite reach. it has langa dizzy with pleasure, fully hardening in reki's mouth, throbbing with the need to thrust in and out of that succulent cavern.
pushing reki's hair away from his face, langa continues to watch reki like a hawk, the weight of reki's gaze anchoring him in place. ]
You look so good, Reki. So pretty. Fuck. Your cute mouth was made for sucking my dick.
[ some english is mixed in there again with his dirty talk, unable to fully form the shit he wants to say with his limited japanese. ]
[ maybe he should pretty this up and stop making all these loud, almost embarrassing noises. it's their first time, after all, and he's going about it like a total trainwreck. it's just that he can't, not when he can feel langa's cock hardening in his mouth, not when langa's watching him like that, saying things he can't understand logically but does on a very, very visceral level.
he doesn't know shit about what to do beyond what he's seen in porn, and even then he never thought he'd be on the giving end of something like this. but he needs langa to know that he's going to be the best at this, that every part of him exists for langa's pleasure, that he was made for this. it isn't just the blowjob; the rest of his body is rolling, contorting, his hips lifting as his back bends at an extreme angle, ass held high like he's in heat. his wordless way of saying this is all for langa.
but it's frustrating. he's not good at this. he wants langa to get exactly what he said, wants him to fuck his face until he's reeling. there's a boundary in his throat he can't quite figure out, and soon his eyes are glassy, welling with tears every time he chokes himself, which is probably the least sexy thing ever.
he thinks of what worked when he was at his lowest. it's always been langa. if he just focuses on him, narrows his eyes so that his beautiful face is all reki can see, lets nothing but those foreign words fill his ears and resonate deep in his chest, then the desire can take over. then his body knows how to move, his neck craning, his chin dropping, and more and more of langa's dick disappears between his lips. he grabs for langa's thighs, begging with a too-weak tug for him to thrust as the stretch in his throat starts to throb, turning him so dizzy that all he can do is moan and blink the tears out of his eyes. ]
[ honestly, langa couldn’t care less about the execution of reki’s blowjob; whether it’s considered good or bad, pretty or sloppy, langa can’t really tell. he's a simple red-blooded man. having his dick encompassed in a tight wet heat is going to make him happy no matter what. instead, he’s hyperfocused on the concept of what they're doing, having those lips wrapped around his cock, the constant stroke of reki’s tongue along his sensitive underside, the hot puffs of breath fanning below his navel. all of these events happening at the same time are already too overwhelming for him to consider technique or presentation.
either way, this is reki, his reki, willingly sucking on langa’s dick like his life literally depends on it. langa doesn’t even know where he should be looking when he catches the way reki’s body salaciously rolls and moves like he can’t sit still—a mannerism the redhead faces in his everyday life. when it comes down to it, reki is the complete opposite of langa, who doesn’t mind being quiet or keeping to himself. reki is a force of boundless energy that refuses to be contained, infecting all of those around him with his carefree disposition. it’s what attracted langa towards reki, like a moth to a flame. like reki's the missing piece inside of him all this time. the placement seems to have happened without his knowledge, but reki’s quickly become the new beacon in his life, the reason langa strives to live the way he wants, to just have fun, and to learn to love again… ]
B-baby.
[ with an edge of concern, langa thumbs over reki’s soft cheeks, staring into those glistening eyes. if it weren’t for him being worried that reki might be taking more than he can handle, langa would’ve found his expression... extremely sexy—which he still does. hell, it’s extremely fucking arousing—but reki’s well-being comes first and foremost before everything else.
even with that in mind, the weak tug on his thighs and that muffled moan causes langa to instinctively give a shallow roll of his hips, obedient as ever to his own intrinsic desires despite his apprehension. he exhales roughly over the friction from the wet slide of reki’s tongue, combined with the slippery ridges along the roof of reki's mouth running along his cock, sending a deep shiver down his spine. ]
Holy shit, Reki.
[ he trembles in his struggle to stop himself from doing anything more, wanting to make sure that reki is alright. gently, he swipes away the tears rolling down reki's cheeks. ]
[ this is it, this is exactly what he wants. he likes the way langa's gaze can't settle on a specific place, loves how he's drawing his eye with his mouth and with his body. that's the kind of power a guy could get drunk on, and right now, he's fucking intoxicated with it. he wants langa's eyes on him like this forever.
and then, finally, langa gives in. for a second, honestly, it's awful—reki can't breathe and everything feels so sore and raw that it's overwhelming. his body wants no part of this; there's klaxons firing in his mind, telling him to lift up his head and breathe. but the worry in langa's voice brings him right back down, because it's not like this is any real kind of danger. just like all the things that seem so scary on the outside, when langa's in his corner, there's nothing to fear.
anyway, he lived through it once. what's another time going to do to him? langa affords him a break to breathe in through his flaring nostrils and get ready again for what he knows is coming this time. he just needs to reassure langa that it's okay, but how?
right. he forms a fist and taps it to langa's chest, which turns to slowly raking nails as he bows his head and swallows langa's cock down deep. it's too tight a fit to do more but lash his tongue wildly, but the deeply satisfied sound he makes when his lips slide down to the very base of langa's cock is an irrefutably clear message: he loves this, he needs this, and langa is going to give it to him even if he has to do it himself.
it's hard to match the feeling of that first thrust langa let slip, but he tries, bobbing his head, his lashes fluttering at the sensation of so much hard flesh savaging so many raw nerves. this time, it's a thrill that leaves him shuddering, aching, warm all over. he can feel himself helplessly dripping from his mouth and from his dick and it's so dirty and so immensely hot, turning into this while langa watches like a king from above. ]
[ the way reki initially reacted didn’t seem like a good sign: the widening of reki’s eyes, splotches of red covering most of his face from the pressure as his throat instinctively tightened around langa’s cock like it was trying to keep him there or push him out. langa’s just about to pull back, allow reki more space to breathe—but reki’s warm mouth holds him there, remains firmly wrapped around langa; resolute and determined, like in everything he puts his mind to.
the fingers tapping and dragging over his chest distracts langa for a split second before a gasp is snatched up from his chest, buzzing with heat as reki sucks him back in, mouth squeezing around langa’s cock from every angle. he gets assaulted by the fervent movement of reki’s tongue, while inch by inch, the rest of his cock disappears past the stretch of those lips. the humming only adds to the whole experience, leaving langa winded, heart pounding away against his ribcage, anxious about not being able to hold back from coming with how quickly he’s been climbing towards his peak.
and when reki begins to move, langa breathes out a strangled groan. his hands move up to clutch onto reki’s hair, fingers digging into his scalp, teetering on the line between making him stop or keep him going. gazing down, langa takes in the sight of his best friend, looking thoroughly debauched but so fucking beautiful, with his jaw pried wide open, the cracks in the corners of his mouth leaking rivulets of drool as he moves his head back and forth over the length of langa’s dick. reki’s so good at this, at pleasing langa, like he knows exactly what he needs to do—how is he always so good? ]
Reki, I can’t…
[ gripping reki’s head, langa forcefully stops his movements, tremors traveling up and down his arms and legs as he struggles to keep himself under control. he didn’t think it would be this overwhelming. he had only wanted reki to suck him off enough to get hard again, but not to actually be finished off. ]
I wanna fuck you, Reki.
[ he whines, hands moving down to massage reki’s jaw, prying his mouth to let go so that langa can slip out from this tempting heat. next time, there’s always next time for langa to fuck reki’s mouth, but this time… he needs reki. he wants to be inside of him, all the way. ]
[ reki never wants to come down from this high. there's no reason to; he can do this forever, bob his head until his neck is on fire from the effort, suck down every inch of flesh that langa has to give him until his jaw is aching. he knows, yes, eventually his rolling tongue and trembling throat will overwhelm langa, but that's why he's here in the first place. the idea of letting langa drip endlessly into his throat until they're both seeing stars doesn't seem like a bad one at all.
he's completely forgotten about what he begged for. his body hasn't, still lifting in the air and contorting beneath langa's gaze as it begs for something, anything to anchor it. all the same, it feels like it's too soon for him to go—langa's breathing sounds so rough, like he's rapidly approaching some place wonderful, his eyes look bluer and deeper than they ever have, and reki just wants to see his gorgeous face light up in the throes of absolute ecstasy. he can do that, he can get langa there, again and again, as infinitely as he desires.
instead, there's fingers clutching his hair (which he loves) and prying apart his aching jaw (also... not bad). it's good that langa's so commanding with him because the first thing he does when his throat is free is whine right back, nosing down into the heat of langa's flesh that he's left behind, frantic for the moment at the thought of not giving him everything. he's just so out of his mind with the pain and pleasure and rush of it all that he's not thinking, just dripping that thickened mix of saliva and langa's juices and making petulant little noises of frustration.
and then those words hit him, score him like a bullet that glows hot in the deepest part of his core. hearing langa say something like that is a dream come true as much as it's sexy and filthy and exciting, a dream he'd kept close to his chest for such a long time, but now he's begged for it and langa is ready to give it to him. he can feel every nerve in his body lighting up with desire, and yeah, he needs this, he wants this, he needs to... ]
Shit, hold on...
[ there's no missing the way reki nuzzles against langa's hands as he flops himself down on the bed, closer to his nightstand. buried underneath the messy assortment of literally whatever in here, there's a bottle that's never been opened, and once he's got it, he tosses it to langa and rises up on his knees. he wants this, but how does he want it? he could lay down where he is, but that feels lame; no, the real answer is to slide right back on to langa's lap and take command of this space with a decisive snap of his hips, his arms winding around langa's shoulders, his lips pressed sweetly to his ear and his voice so fragile with the beating that it's taken as he murmurs: ]
[ a stab of guilt pierces through his chest when reki mirrors his whining with a little more panic than his own, as if langa had taken away his most prized possession. it almost breaks langa’s resolve, almost has him shoving his dick back into that wanton mouth and surrender, allow reki to have his way because reki deserves to get whatever he wants. but catching the way reki’s body responds to his words, the idea of connecting in the deepest way possible, langa's relieved in knowing reki wants this just as much as he does, and fuck, is langa ready to give and give and give everything he's got.
while reki rummages through his nightstand, langa switches from being on his knees to crossing his legs. he also uses this quick moment to catch his breath, getting a hold of himself as his cock throbs angrily from having been pulled out of its bliss. he fumbles a little when reki tosses him a bottle; it looks brand new and unused, which has langa wondering when exactly did reki buy this. but before he can think of asking, he’s got a lapful of his favorite person, smaller hips purposefully bumping against his own.
the heated press of skin on skin is tremendously addictive, it has langa immediately wrapping his arms around reki’s waist, pulling him impossibly closer while still clutching onto the bottle with one hand. shivers tremble up his spine as reki’s sweet breath fans over his ear, his cock twitching in full attention at the wrecked sound of reki's voice. to be asked such a question—hah, langa almost wants to laugh at how atrociously desperate his desires have been for this boy. but thanks to that, it’s finally pushed them to this level... ]
More than anything I’ve ever wanted, Reki. Want you so much, it hurts.
[ his free hand moves down to knead at a fatty cheek, fingers pressing into the skin, and then pulling to the side in an obvious display of what he wants. so close, they’re so close, but langa has to prepare reki first or else it won’t feel good for either of them. flicking open the bottle, he drizzles a generous amount of the oily substance onto his fingers, then drops the lube beside them before tracing his fingers between reki’s cheeks, blindly searching for his pucker. once he finds it, langa presses a kiss along reki’s neck just as he slowly eases one lubed finger inside of him. it shows that he's never done this before, only read and watched what he's seen online, when he gasps at how reki's extremely warm muscles flutter around his single digit. his cock is going inside of this? fuck, fuck, fuck—how the hell is langa going to survive? ]
How’s that, Reki? Tell me if it’s too much...
[ he knows reki can handle more pain than the average person, but this is different, and as desperate as langa is to fuck his friend, he can't help but want to treat this moment tenderly, pouring his heart out into the intimate act. after all, this isn't just sex to langa. this is special, this is reki. this is the only person he's ever felt this way for. ]
[ langa doesn't have to feel guilty about anything for long. it's glaringly obvious that reki is on to this now, shivering as langa's hands wrap around his waist and settle so perfectly against the shape of him, like reki's body was made for him to hold this way. he stretches himself thin beneath the touch, greedy for every rough scrape of his fingers and warm brush of skin on skin, his eyes heavy-lidded and dreamy beneath the dark fan of his lashes.
and that's it, langa's just holding him in his lap again, something they've done not even that long ago. still he feels like he's drifting off on some electric current, his body humming hotter than it ever has, his thighs tight and trembling against langa's legs, his cock pinned hard between them and twitching with ache. ]
I bet it does. [ he's breathing into langa's ear, curling his tongue to outline the shell and toy with the lobe of it. ] I'm gonna make you feel so good, Langa, baby... [ he'll steal that english word, thanks—the most his vocabulary has expanded in years of classes is going to be tonight. ] Just a little longer, baby, just keep telling me how bad you want it, I...
[ it feels so good to be able to run his mouth again, the one downside to sucking dick that he's found so far, but fuck if it isn't impossible when langa is grabbing him like that. he doesn't even want to try to bite down on the cry that cracks out of his throat; langa should know exactly how much he loves this, loves his strong grip bearing down into the meat of his ass and spreading him just as wide open as he likes. ]
Yes... [ he's chanting, hips wriggling to just feel it more as every breath he takes turns sharp and desperate. ] Just like that, like it's yours, this is all for you...
[ langa's lips are on his throat and his fingers are exploring places that make him shiver uncontrollably, his heart skipping fast and erratic. whatever his experience, reki doesn't feel it, just the sensation of his stomach hollowing and his lips parting to emit the smallest little, "ah," as langa's finger pierces through his hole, the warm and dizzying revelation that langa is inside of him. he's so good to try to go slow and not hurt him, but reki's already reeling at the smooth glide of his finger against the livest of his nerves, strange and sexy and immense in its own way, but not nearly enough to ground him. ]
Please. [ his voice is more broken than ever somehow. ] More.
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his features soften a touch, but none of that extends to the hand that's still grasping langa's belt. if anything, the next tug is rougher, more insistent. ]
You said you'd give me everything. I'm not done.
[ he really deserves more credit for this. it's a miracle that he's able to form a coherent sentence when that little touch langa's got on his hip puts him right back on the edge again, shuddering and hissing through his teeth. it's a miraculous personal feat to keep himself from rubbing against langa like his body is screaming for him to do, but the consequences of that are far too mortifying for him to give in.
instead, he swings a leg over and lets himself off langa's lap, not exactly graceful on limbs that have turned to liquid, but at least he doesn't crash into place like he was afraid he would. ]
I wanna see you. [ his face could not be any redder, and he could not look anymore anxious, but he still manages to say it. ] All of you.
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Yes, everything.
[ he repeats in a daze. of course, the promise. langa sits up in preparation for whatever it is reki wants. but what langa isn't prepared for is the sudden absence of warmth from his lap. it takes everything in him not to reach out and grab at reki's wrists just to pull him back down again.
wait, reki, where are you going? can be read all over his expression as he gazes up forlornly.
soon enough, the burning glow on reki's cheeks becomes the center of langa's attention. it's cute. reki is so fucking cute. and langa can feel his heart race as it reaffirms the lengths he would go through to do anything for this boy. without another word, langa somehow finds the strength in his legs to stand up before immediately crowding closer into reki's personal space, head angled to the side like he might just surge forward to slot their lips together in a kiss again—but, he resists. ]
Take yours off, too, Reki.
[ he whispers, while his fingers reach down to the zipper of his own pants. once it's loosened, langa releases a sigh of relief. and then it's an awkward dance of tugging his underwear and pants down, which takes a bit of fumbling and scuffling because—skinny jeans. he even trips a little in his struggle to yank his pants off completely.
it's a totally unsexy sight, but hopefully reki can look past it. ]
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anyway, joke's on him. the second langa's free from all that tight denim, he's right back to his usual routine. for a second, he can't bring himself to look anywhere in particular, especially not at langa. it's so stupid. it's not like he hasn't seen him in various states of undress before. but stealing glances in a locker room and looking at him now are two completely different beasts and he's so frustrated with himself that he has to growl under his breath.
he lets his gaze sweep slowly, his fingers still paused on his own belt. langa looks just as perfect as he knew he would, the only disruption in all that pale, smooth skin is just a light dusting of scars from various bails, and that just adds to it. reki's mouth fills at the sight of his cock, full and heavy, and now he's panting again, pulling at his belt buckle like he's forgotten how it works. ]
All right. Shit.
[ yeah, no. he can't stop staring. ]
Fuck, Langa. You're... You're beautiful.
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as he waits for reki to take in his full appearance, langa's own gaze is fixed in total concentration on reki's fingers over his belt. he's waiting for something to happen, for reki to loosen that belt and slide those pants off, allow langa to see what he's been dying to see. but then... nothing happens. reki's frozen in place while he continues to study langa's frame.
beautiful is a word he's been described with so often that it's started to lose its meaning over time. but for some reason, when the word beautiful comes from reki's lips as a way to describe what he sees when he looks at langa, it has langa's heart seizing in his chest and breath catching in his throat. ]
Reki.
[ he huffs with an embarrassed flush to his cheeks, suddenly feeling terribly impatient. this is just unfair... he wants to see reki, too. he wants to see his everything. langa wants to admire and worship reki for everything he's worth because it's what reki deserves. finally unable to resist, langa's hands reach forward to help with his belt, tugging it loose, before promptly pushing those pesky pants and underwear out of the way. ]
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langa's devastatingly beautiful. hot in a way reki's pretty sure is only supposed to exist in movies. but no, here he is in living color, so real that reki can feel the fever in his skin when he moves in closer. all that, and he likes reki. reki's got no clue what makes him worthy of any of this, but he's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth and ask it how it got in his stable. he's just proud that he pulled it off in the first place.
he loses the air in his lungs in one explosive breath when langa undresses him, though. it's not like langa's just helping out—it feels impatient, like langa can't hold back anymore. it makes reki's heart rabbit around in his chest, his pulse pounding in his ears when he feels the cold bite of air on his newly-bared skin.
he is... not langa, not by a long shot. being completely naked and vulnerable where he can see feels like he's exposed a dark secret, like langa's five seconds from seeing him like this and deciding against it. at once, he's scanning langa's eyes for any sign of displeasure, real or imagined, so he can at last take the reality check to the chest and get over it. ]
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there's nothing to compare the way langa's body reacts to the full display of bare skin; a vision even better than whatever he's cooked up in his fantasies. a surge of heat rushes through his lower belly, causing his cock to twitch in undeniable interest. fuck, reki looks so... he looks so— ]
God, you're beautiful. [ he starts off with japanese, before switching to english. ] You're so fucking beautiful, Reki. Fuck, look at you. You're driving me crazy.
[ taking away their slight height difference, reki's body looks relatively smaller against langa's. and from what langa can see, reki's skin is gorgeously tanned everywhere. he may not possess a body of a pro athlete, but he's lean in all the right places, lined with muscles from years of skating, yet still retaining a perfect amount of softness that has langa's hands trembling at the thought of sinking his fingers into that supple flesh—
guided by his lust, langa steps closer and closer, forcing reki to step back until he's backed up against the wall right next to the bed. fingers curling around reki's slim hips, langa shortens the distance between them in favor of having their bare skin touching again. ]
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he even picks up on some of that english. no clue what he's saying, but he knows what some of those words mean and throws one right back at him. ]
Yeah, you are pretty freakin' crazy.
[ that's where the banter ends, though. langa's stepping closer and reki has nowhere to go. his bare skin hits a wall, cold enough to draw a little hiss out of him, and then langa's right up against him, molten hot in comparison. langa's fingers are clasping his hips, his warm skin is pressed so close, his cock hard against reki's belly. it's good that langa's holding him because he feels like his whole world is spinning. ]
Oh fuck, oh fuck...
[ his hands crowd around the small of langa's back, pulling him closer still, his nails digging in at the sensation of it. he can feel his dick just dripping endlessly and knows that langa can feel it too, but at least holding him so hard is keeping his hands from shaking. ]
Fuck, you feel so good.
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unable to help himself any longer, langa pins reki forward, and rolls his hips, long and hard against reki's own. he releases a shaky breath from the wet friction of their cocks rubbing against his belly. the dribble from reki's cock smearing on his skin sets him ablaze. it's so erotic and tantalizing and so much better than his wildest dreams—langa finds himself wanting more. so much more.
he dips his head down to capture reki's lips, trapping him with his mouth as he kisses him fervently. he continues to roll their hips together, basking in the pleasurable sensation of their heated skin bumping and sliding together. ]
You feel so good. So good for me. Can I touch you, Reki? Wanna touch you all over. Please.
[ not wanting a repeat of earlier where reki had tensed uncertainly under his hold, langa asks for permission this time. he thinks that perhaps it was because he had caught reki off guard, so this time he wants to give a proper warning beforehand. ]
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Do it.
[ he will too, one hand rising to slide over langa's smooth chest. his touches are still shy and elusive, but he manages to fan out his fingers, his thumb lightly brushing over one of langa's nipples. ]
I want you, Langa, I want you...
[ thank god for this wall, a place to dip his head back into as he desperately rocks his hips again and again. it's good, but it's frustrating too; he shifts and their cocks slide together and the sensation of it is like lightning shooting through his veins, leaving him groaning and panting hotly, but he can't quite get the same thing to happen the next time around. it just makes that grip he has on langa a little fiercer, those little huffs and growls he makes sound more aggressive with every hard snap of his hips. ]
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the shy touches to his chest are welcomed with a shudder and a sigh. langa appreciates the touches as much as he appreciates the view of reki’s head tilted back, exposing the line of his neck and the hint of bruises langa had left there earlier. fuck, the urge to mark him until his throat is covered in hickies is dangerously tempting, but the torture from not getting enough pressure between their cocks is getting more and more maddening by the second, leading langa to come up with a better way to handle their frustrations.
leaning forward, langa presses a sweet kiss to reki's chin before his hands skate down the entire slope of his ass. he then hooks his hands under reki's thighs, hauling him up before tossing him to the bed. ]
Sorry Reki, can't take it anymore...
[ he explains shortly as he crawls onto the bed and positions himself between reki's legs, naturally forcing them apart. shifting lower, he aligns their hips together and gingerly takes both their cocks into his hand. he gives an experimental stroke, from the base to the tip, causing a bolt of pleasure to strike up langa's spine. ] Fuck, [ he groans, before repeating the same motion again and again and again, all while staring helplessly down at reki. ]
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he's so consumed with that that it takes him way longer than it should to register that he's being lifted in the air. it's by no means the first time langa's just swept him up like this—and he feels exactly the same way he did all those other times, his stomach twisting tightly, a hard pang of arousal agonizing every living nerve of his body. the sensation of falling immediately afterwards does nothing to dispel the sudden fever he's afflicted with; he fucking loves falling, it's his whole vice, and the brief shot of adrenaline mixes right in with everything else, leaving him panting and shuddering on the bed.
he can't take it anymore. the sensation of langa slipping between his thighs, the shock to his senses that is langa's hand wrapping around their cocks, the solid slide of langa's dick against his—it's all so much at once and he's already in over his head. ]
Langa, FUCK—
[ he tries, really tries to warn him, but all that is coming out of his mouth from there are broken moans. he's all tension, everywhere from the fingers pulling hard in langa's hair to the nails tearing up langa's shoulders, and he can't stop the way his hips desperately lift off the bed, fucking into langa's hand until his cock starts spilling over it. it's fucking embarrassing, coming like this when it feels like they've only just gotten started, making the wildest sounds he's ever heard from himself, his skin turning a molten red as he shivers uncontrollably.
and, oh, there's the anxiety again. luckily reki's too dazed to act on it rationally; instead, he loops his legs around langa's waist and cinches them tight, pleading-on-the-cusp-of-demanding: ]
Don't go.
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when reki spills first, langa reacts by pumping their cocks faster, aiming to milk reki for everything he's got. his hold tightens around them as the slick sound of his hand running over their burning skin fills the room. with a deep groan ripping from his chest, langa follows soon after, shaking uncontrollably from the strength of his own premature release. ]
Fuck, Reki, fuck.
[ his mess adds on to reki's, over his own hand and reki's abdomen and chest. it's damn fucking hot—and maybe there's something wrong with langa, but he can't help but salivate over the thought of licking their mixed cum off reki's skin.
he isn't planning on moving away anytime soon, so the invitation to stay (via reki's legs wrapped around his waist paired with the demand for langa not to go) might seem unnecessary, but the plea does cause langa's chest to break wide open, a rush of a different kind of warmth suffusing the space it leaves in its wake. ]
Never, Reki. [ he says meaningfully, mirroring those emotions staring back at him. after releasing their softening cocks, the sting at his back slowly makes itself known, especially now that he has no bursts of pleasure to pad over the sorrness. but it feels strangely nice, like... if it were to leave a distinct mark on his skin, langa would be wearing it proudly.
with a content sigh, langa leans down a little, pressing sweet kisses all over reki's face, some lingering more than it needs to on certain areas: on reki's cheeks, his nose, his forehead, and those lips. ]
That was so good, Reki... I— ... The noises you were making... Can't get enough of you... M'not done... Wanna go again... Again, Reki...
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it's somehow the most langa thing to do and now reki's sort of mad that he let his head get in the way of predicting the obvious. of course langa wouldn't leave him alone in this, of course he'd just elect to do this together and follow right along. it's such a him move that it's twisting reki's heart up with how oddly endearing it is.
for a second, all reki can do is stare at him in a disjointed way, his eyes focusing and unfocusing but steady on langa's face. from this surreal, dreamy place, he can see all the things he couldn't see before: how langa looks at him, the way he tempers his response according to how vulnerable reki feels... the look he levels at the mess they've made all over reki's skin. his hazy mind offers him an idea and he can't think of anything better so he goes right along with it, interrupting all those sweet, comforting kisses langa's giving him to swipe his fingers through the puddle of come on his belly and lift them up to langa's lips. ]
Want you.
[ dangerously bad. but right now, he can't imagine that langa wants him in any way but exactly the same, so why hold back? he already has his legs wrapped around langa and it's a lot of fun to have this level of control, to use it force langa closer and lift his own hips off the bed, giving them both a preview of what it'd be like if they crashed together in the middle. for reki, it feels so fucking good that it immediately dispels all the hangups he had about this very thing. ]
Langa, I want you to fuck me.
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parting his lips, langa languidly runs his tongue along the underside of one of the proffered digits. tasting the bitterness of their release, he groans softly before moving forward to completely wrap his lips around the wet fingers, licking over and in between, making sure he leaves no trace behind before hollowing his cheeks as he sucks softly. want you, too, reki— is what his heavy set gaze relays back to him.
he only pauses when he hears reki's next words—abdomen clenching as fire pools in his cheeks the same way it starts happening down his navel. when did reki climb into langa's mind and read his thoughts like this? this proves that only reki is the one person in langa's life that knows what his heart truly desires.
pulling his mouth away from reki's hand, langa nods his head a little too enthusiastically to convey his approval. touching foreheads, his hands trail down to take a hold of reki's ass again, grabbing and squeezing around the mounds of flesh. ]
Reki, I want to fuck you.
[ he assures longingly, while mentally trying to figure out how to get hard again within the next few minutes. almost instinctually, langa brings one hand up and hooks his thumb at the corner of reki's mouth, forcibly parting swollen red lips. his mind eagerly supplies how good it would feel to have those lips wrapped around his dick— ]
Reki, can you... help me...
[ trailing off, langa gazes back at him with a pleading look. ]
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reki groans right along with him when his fingers sink into langa's mouth. the next breath he takes shatters on the exhale, like he's already worked up all over again. he's learning that he doesn't have a choice, not with langa; so much of what he does sends these sharp, electric pangs of arousal straight to his gut, and the way langa's looking at him while he sucks down his fingers is the most formidable yet. his lips curl wickedly, pleased, and the only real sign of humility he has left is the way he's gnawing at them. ]
Good boy.
[ this time, when langa grabs him, he doesn't flinch or tense up at all. instead, his thighs tighten and his back bows to give langa more to grab and it's so fucking exciting, being able to reward someone who deserves so much with a part of himself that langa apparently has developed a hunger for. if reki were to ask for the same, if he could ask for anything right now... he considers it, and thinks of langa's cock, how badly he wants it right now, how good it would feel fucking his lips raw. he's never even done anything like that before, but his mouth is filling, his lips parting to emit a heated moan just as langa's sliding another finger into his mouth.
see, it's so obvious. half of it is reading langa's hands and his gaze and his excruciatingly gorgeous body, and the other half is coming to terms with whatever he wants for himself. that's the real key to reading langa's mind.
he bites down on langa's thumb—not hard, but not gently either—and stares langa down as best he can when every breath he takes is shaking him to his core with anticipation. ]
You don't get to be shy now. [ langa wants his mouth, right? then reki's going to roll his tongue over his lips until they glisten. ] Say it.
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it seems stupid of langa to have to figure out a way to get himself hard when he has reki right there, under him, his legs tightly gripping him by the waist while his teeth digs into langa’s thumb none too gently. that dark gaze causing langa’s own eyes to cloud with desire. this, right here, is all he needs for his arousal to reawaken; his softened cock twitching in response to the onslaught of reki’s power over him.
when reki calls him out for being shy, langa’s pout deepens while his brows furrow. huh. looks like he’ll have to show him, then.
getting distracted by reki continually licking his lips only lasts for a few seconds before langa pulls his hand away and grabs a clump of fiery red hair, tugging it back, forcing reki to tilt his head up and bare his throat for him. ]
Suck my dick, Reki.
[ diving into that neck, langa brushes his nose along the line of reki’s throat, while murmuring against the delicious stretch of skin. ]
Let me fuck your throat before I fuck you into this bed.
[ after pressing one last kiss, langa pushes himself up and away from reki’s parted legs, and pulls reki along with him so that he’s sitting up as well. kneeling with his haunches on the back of his heels, langa guides reki into the position he wants, on his hands and knees with his cute face and sinful lips inches away from langa’s cock. as he cups those cheeks in his hands, langa can't help but smile, a touch teasing as he says: ]
Go on, baby. Don’t be shy.
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and he's right about both things. langa pulling his hair like that makes him lose all the air in his lung to a sharp gasp. his voice, rumbling dangerously against reki's throat, turns him into a shivering wreck again, and it's good that langa takes command after that, moving and positioning him like a doll, because reki would not be able to find his way otherwise.
he's still breathing raggedly when he's on his trembling knees, so turned on that it's hard to think. all that's on his mind is that he got a taste of langa at his most amazing, once again, and he's so proud of what he is and his part in bringing that out of him. he's never messed around with anyone else before, but he knows langa's special. he's always the very best.
but he needs to get over it. langa's got his face in his hands and he's putting up some great banter and reki's not about to let him down. he turns that dazed, far-away look into a fiery one and slides his hands over langa's thighs, grasping hard. ]
Why would I be? This dick is mine. Watch.
[ he knows that if he uncurls his tongue, langa's cock is going to strain for it, close enough for him to reel it in against his lips with a deep lick. sure, he's the one purring at the first taste of skin and he probably doesn't look like anything but a thirsty wreck after the fact, but it's a cute illusion for a second there, right?
he'll just have to keep proving himself. he's got the advantage; no one wants langa as badly as him, so badly that his mouth is flooding with saliva, his lips dripping with every loud, obscene slurp. all that drool sluicing down langa's cock perfectly smooths each pass of his pumping fist, there to manage what his mouth can't as he hungrily explores how much of langa's cock he can swallow down at once. no matter what, his eyes stay on langa, always, unwavering, full of want and devotion. ]
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Yours.
[ he agrees with a tremulous tone, getting slightly overwhelmed by how much that one word rings so true to him— ]
Fuck, Reki...
[ the curse inevitably falls from his lips from the way reki enticingly reels in langa's cock with his tongue, then blesses it with a purposeful lick causing waves of heat to crash over him. langa had asked for this and yet he feels wildly unprepared for the warm and wet sensation surrounding him, the way reki eagerly sucks his cock into his slick mouth like he was born to do it.
it's absolutely obscene, like a porno straight from one of langa's wildest fantasies, but better. way better. he heats up even further from the sight of reki drooling all over himself, trying to get as much as he can while stroking the rest of langa's cock that he can't quite reach. it has langa dizzy with pleasure, fully hardening in reki's mouth, throbbing with the need to thrust in and out of that succulent cavern.
pushing reki's hair away from his face, langa continues to watch reki like a hawk, the weight of reki's gaze anchoring him in place. ]
You look so good, Reki. So pretty. Fuck. Your cute mouth was made for sucking my dick.
[ some english is mixed in there again with his dirty talk, unable to fully form the shit he wants to say with his limited japanese. ]
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he doesn't know shit about what to do beyond what he's seen in porn, and even then he never thought he'd be on the giving end of something like this. but he needs langa to know that he's going to be the best at this, that every part of him exists for langa's pleasure, that he was made for this. it isn't just the blowjob; the rest of his body is rolling, contorting, his hips lifting as his back bends at an extreme angle, ass held high like he's in heat. his wordless way of saying this is all for langa.
but it's frustrating. he's not good at this. he wants langa to get exactly what he said, wants him to fuck his face until he's reeling. there's a boundary in his throat he can't quite figure out, and soon his eyes are glassy, welling with tears every time he chokes himself, which is probably the least sexy thing ever.
he thinks of what worked when he was at his lowest. it's always been langa. if he just focuses on him, narrows his eyes so that his beautiful face is all reki can see, lets nothing but those foreign words fill his ears and resonate deep in his chest, then the desire can take over. then his body knows how to move, his neck craning, his chin dropping, and more and more of langa's dick disappears between his lips. he grabs for langa's thighs, begging with a too-weak tug for him to thrust as the stretch in his throat starts to throb, turning him so dizzy that all he can do is moan and blink the tears out of his eyes. ]
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either way, this is reki, his reki, willingly sucking on langa’s dick like his life literally depends on it. langa doesn’t even know where he should be looking when he catches the way reki’s body salaciously rolls and moves like he can’t sit still—a mannerism the redhead faces in his everyday life. when it comes down to it, reki is the complete opposite of langa, who doesn’t mind being quiet or keeping to himself. reki is a force of boundless energy that refuses to be contained, infecting all of those around him with his carefree disposition. it’s what attracted langa towards reki, like a moth to a flame. like reki's the missing piece inside of him all this time. the placement seems to have happened without his knowledge, but reki’s quickly become the new beacon in his life, the reason langa strives to live the way he wants, to just have fun, and to learn to love again… ]
B-baby.
[ with an edge of concern, langa thumbs over reki’s soft cheeks, staring into those glistening eyes. if it weren’t for him being worried that reki might be taking more than he can handle, langa would’ve found his expression... extremely sexy—which he still does. hell, it’s extremely fucking arousing—but reki’s well-being comes first and foremost before everything else.
even with that in mind, the weak tug on his thighs and that muffled moan causes langa to instinctively give a shallow roll of his hips, obedient as ever to his own intrinsic desires despite his apprehension. he exhales roughly over the friction from the wet slide of reki’s tongue, combined with the slippery ridges along the roof of reki's mouth running along his cock, sending a deep shiver down his spine. ]
Holy shit, Reki.
[ he trembles in his struggle to stop himself from doing anything more, wanting to make sure that reki is alright. gently, he swipes away the tears rolling down reki's cheeks. ]
S-sorry, was that too much? Are you okay?
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and then, finally, langa gives in. for a second, honestly, it's awful—reki can't breathe and everything feels so sore and raw that it's overwhelming. his body wants no part of this; there's klaxons firing in his mind, telling him to lift up his head and breathe. but the worry in langa's voice brings him right back down, because it's not like this is any real kind of danger. just like all the things that seem so scary on the outside, when langa's in his corner, there's nothing to fear.
anyway, he lived through it once. what's another time going to do to him? langa affords him a break to breathe in through his flaring nostrils and get ready again for what he knows is coming this time. he just needs to reassure langa that it's okay, but how?
right. he forms a fist and taps it to langa's chest, which turns to slowly raking nails as he bows his head and swallows langa's cock down deep. it's too tight a fit to do more but lash his tongue wildly, but the deeply satisfied sound he makes when his lips slide down to the very base of langa's cock is an irrefutably clear message: he loves this, he needs this, and langa is going to give it to him even if he has to do it himself.
it's hard to match the feeling of that first thrust langa let slip, but he tries, bobbing his head, his lashes fluttering at the sensation of so much hard flesh savaging so many raw nerves. this time, it's a thrill that leaves him shuddering, aching, warm all over. he can feel himself helplessly dripping from his mouth and from his dick and it's so dirty and so immensely hot, turning into this while langa watches like a king from above. ]
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the fingers tapping and dragging over his chest distracts langa for a split second before a gasp is snatched up from his chest, buzzing with heat as reki sucks him back in, mouth squeezing around langa’s cock from every angle. he gets assaulted by the fervent movement of reki’s tongue, while inch by inch, the rest of his cock disappears past the stretch of those lips. the humming only adds to the whole experience, leaving langa winded, heart pounding away against his ribcage, anxious about not being able to hold back from coming with how quickly he’s been climbing towards his peak.
and when reki begins to move, langa breathes out a strangled groan. his hands move up to clutch onto reki’s hair, fingers digging into his scalp, teetering on the line between making him stop or keep him going. gazing down, langa takes in the sight of his best friend, looking thoroughly debauched but so fucking beautiful, with his jaw pried wide open, the cracks in the corners of his mouth leaking rivulets of drool as he moves his head back and forth over the length of langa’s dick. reki’s so good at this, at pleasing langa, like he knows exactly what he needs to do—how is he always so good? ]
Reki, I can’t…
[ gripping reki’s head, langa forcefully stops his movements, tremors traveling up and down his arms and legs as he struggles to keep himself under control. he didn’t think it would be this overwhelming. he had only wanted reki to suck him off enough to get hard again, but not to actually be finished off. ]
I wanna fuck you, Reki.
[ he whines, hands moving down to massage reki’s jaw, prying his mouth to let go so that langa can slip out from this tempting heat. next time, there’s always next time for langa to fuck reki’s mouth, but this time… he needs reki. he wants to be inside of him, all the way. ]
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he's completely forgotten about what he begged for. his body hasn't, still lifting in the air and contorting beneath langa's gaze as it begs for something, anything to anchor it. all the same, it feels like it's too soon for him to go—langa's breathing sounds so rough, like he's rapidly approaching some place wonderful, his eyes look bluer and deeper than they ever have, and reki just wants to see his gorgeous face light up in the throes of absolute ecstasy. he can do that, he can get langa there, again and again, as infinitely as he desires.
instead, there's fingers clutching his hair (which he loves) and prying apart his aching jaw (also... not bad). it's good that langa's so commanding with him because the first thing he does when his throat is free is whine right back, nosing down into the heat of langa's flesh that he's left behind, frantic for the moment at the thought of not giving him everything. he's just so out of his mind with the pain and pleasure and rush of it all that he's not thinking, just dripping that thickened mix of saliva and langa's juices and making petulant little noises of frustration.
and then those words hit him, score him like a bullet that glows hot in the deepest part of his core. hearing langa say something like that is a dream come true as much as it's sexy and filthy and exciting, a dream he'd kept close to his chest for such a long time, but now he's begged for it and langa is ready to give it to him. he can feel every nerve in his body lighting up with desire, and yeah, he needs this, he wants this, he needs to... ]
Shit, hold on...
[ there's no missing the way reki nuzzles against langa's hands as he flops himself down on the bed, closer to his nightstand. buried underneath the messy assortment of literally whatever in here, there's a bottle that's never been opened, and once he's got it, he tosses it to langa and rises up on his knees. he wants this, but how does he want it? he could lay down where he is, but that feels lame; no, the real answer is to slide right back on to langa's lap and take command of this space with a decisive snap of his hips, his arms winding around langa's shoulders, his lips pressed sweetly to his ear and his voice so fragile with the beating that it's taken as he murmurs: ]
How bad do you want me, Langa?
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while reki rummages through his nightstand, langa switches from being on his knees to crossing his legs. he also uses this quick moment to catch his breath, getting a hold of himself as his cock throbs angrily from having been pulled out of its bliss. he fumbles a little when reki tosses him a bottle; it looks brand new and unused, which has langa wondering when exactly did reki buy this. but before he can think of asking, he’s got a lapful of his favorite person, smaller hips purposefully bumping against his own.
the heated press of skin on skin is tremendously addictive, it has langa immediately wrapping his arms around reki’s waist, pulling him impossibly closer while still clutching onto the bottle with one hand. shivers tremble up his spine as reki’s sweet breath fans over his ear, his cock twitching in full attention at the wrecked sound of reki's voice. to be asked such a question—hah, langa almost wants to laugh at how atrociously desperate his desires have been for this boy. but thanks to that, it’s finally pushed them to this level... ]
More than anything I’ve ever wanted, Reki. Want you so much, it hurts.
[ his free hand moves down to knead at a fatty cheek, fingers pressing into the skin, and then pulling to the side in an obvious display of what he wants. so close, they’re so close, but langa has to prepare reki first or else it won’t feel good for either of them. flicking open the bottle, he drizzles a generous amount of the oily substance onto his fingers, then drops the lube beside them before tracing his fingers between reki’s cheeks, blindly searching for his pucker. once he finds it, langa presses a kiss along reki’s neck just as he slowly eases one lubed finger inside of him. it shows that he's never done this before, only read and watched what he's seen online, when he gasps at how reki's extremely warm muscles flutter around his single digit. his cock is going inside of this? fuck, fuck, fuck—how the hell is langa going to survive? ]
How’s that, Reki? Tell me if it’s too much...
[ he knows reki can handle more pain than the average person, but this is different, and as desperate as langa is to fuck his friend, he can't help but want to treat this moment tenderly, pouring his heart out into the intimate act. after all, this isn't just sex to langa. this is special, this is reki. this is the only person he's ever felt this way for. ]
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and that's it, langa's just holding him in his lap again, something they've done not even that long ago. still he feels like he's drifting off on some electric current, his body humming hotter than it ever has, his thighs tight and trembling against langa's legs, his cock pinned hard between them and twitching with ache. ]
I bet it does. [ he's breathing into langa's ear, curling his tongue to outline the shell and toy with the lobe of it. ] I'm gonna make you feel so good, Langa, baby... [ he'll steal that english word, thanks—the most his vocabulary has expanded in years of classes is going to be tonight. ] Just a little longer, baby, just keep telling me how bad you want it, I...
[ it feels so good to be able to run his mouth again, the one downside to sucking dick that he's found so far, but fuck if it isn't impossible when langa is grabbing him like that. he doesn't even want to try to bite down on the cry that cracks out of his throat; langa should know exactly how much he loves this, loves his strong grip bearing down into the meat of his ass and spreading him just as wide open as he likes. ]
Yes... [ he's chanting, hips wriggling to just feel it more as every breath he takes turns sharp and desperate. ] Just like that, like it's yours, this is all for you...
[ langa's lips are on his throat and his fingers are exploring places that make him shiver uncontrollably, his heart skipping fast and erratic. whatever his experience, reki doesn't feel it, just the sensation of his stomach hollowing and his lips parting to emit the smallest little, "ah," as langa's finger pierces through his hole, the warm and dizzying revelation that langa is inside of him. he's so good to try to go slow and not hurt him, but reki's already reeling at the smooth glide of his finger against the livest of his nerves, strange and sexy and immense in its own way, but not nearly enough to ground him. ]
Please. [ his voice is more broken than ever somehow. ] More.
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