[ you know, he was so wrapped up in getting to teach langa the basics of something again that he'd forgotten how fucking hot he is. now reki has to suffer in this grave he's dug himself. ]
oh fuck holy shit you look so good aim the camera a little lower ok & lean back a bit
[ oh wait there was a question ]
hell no i wanna keep you around til i cant stand it anymore
[ he does as he's told and then snaps another shot. but it turns out blurry because he's moving too much—but can you blame him? once he's got reki on his mind, it's hard for him to take a pause. ]
This is not easy... I wish you were here. I wanna see how much of myself is still in you.
[ there we go, that's his boy. reki slips off his hoodie and bunches it up behind his head, rubbing his nipples into perfect little peaks and glossing up his lips for the camera with a swipe of his tongue. and send. ]
[ somehow, langa's got him so fucking horny for it that he's clawing through his nightstand and hurrying to cross his legs over his chest. he wants langa to see nothing but his ass stuffed full of his fingers in the next shot he sends. ]
[ langa has to take a pause to collect himself before replying because holy shit how does reki look so good? this should be illegal. is it really okay for langa to save these photos? not like anyone else will go through his phone but fuck, he'd make this his wallpaper if he could. ]
[ he's hit with the sudden, overwhelming urge to hear langa too; practically starving for it, knowing how langa sounds when he's in this mood. that and it's getting increasingly hard to type when he's rocking desperately on his fingers. ]
[ he almost misses pressing the call button with how quickly he tries to get to it. then he waits rather impatiently for reki to pick up, not that he has to wait that long, but the moment the call is answered, langa is the first to speak. ]
Reki.
[ he growls, almost like he's angry about being so far apart. in the background, there's a constant sound of slick furious motion. ]
[ something inside reki shifts at the sound of his voice, somewhere between comfort and the deepest hunger he's ever known. reki lets him listen to his sharp, soft breaths as he roughly curls his fingers inside himself and starts digging in until he can barely hold the phone up to his ear. ]
I need to see you again. Please. Show me how bad you want me.
[ fuck, okay, langa should've thought this through a little. they have cameras on their phone for a reason, right? even if the way reki sounds against his phone is absolutely everything langa wanted to hear, filling his imagination of reki writing on his bed while fucking himself with his fingers... being able to watch him through video would be waaaay better.
holding up his phone with one hand, langa clicks the video icon and is surprised to see the person staring back at him—how distressed he looks, with his frustrations and desires written blatantly all over his face. langa really needs reki here. with him. right now. fuck. he wants him so bad. ]
I shouldn't have let you go, Reki. Fuck. Show yourself...
[ is reki's reply to that, coupled by the hushed, erratic sound of a few broken breaths. it's not difficult to determine that he's giving himself a few rough thrusts while he takes in that new view on his phone, but he won't keep langa waiting for long. he wouldn't dare. ]
Hold on.
[ he doesn't have enough hands for this. eventually, though, his end of the video call flicks on too, revealing him flush-faced and panting. he twists his wrist to give langa the full scope of his body: his hoodie rumpled up to expose his chest, his arched back, his writhing hips, his fingers stuffed between his glistening thighs. ]
[ like a man dying of thirst, langa greedily drinks up the sight of reki fucking himself with his fingers. he actually really fucking hates that he isn't physically there with him right now. absolutely abhors this excruciating distance between them.
but who can blame him for being mad about it when reki looks like this? when he can see what reki is doing to himself without langa around? with his adorably flushed face and rumpled hoodie exposing his chest, with a shy peek of those cute—begging to be pinched—nipples. not to mention those hips of his, god those fucking hips, swiveling down desperately against his own fucking fingers like they just aren't enough for him— ]
Baby, you look so—Fuck. So beautiful. So damn fuckable, baby. That's it. Keep going. Show me more.
[ the slick sound of langa's fist working over himself seems to have gotten louder, like he's obviously jerking himself off harder and faster as he imagines what it would be like to be fucking reki right now, with his release from earlier still coating him deep inside. ]
[ talk about frustrated. it's obvious he doesn't have the best thing going on here, restlessly squirming and contorting in his bed as langa watches. for a moment, he thinks he's close, listening to langa's voice as he seethes and sweeps the camera and pounds into that spot inside him until his thighs are trembling, but he loses it just as quickly, fixing his bleary eyes back on the screen. ]
Not the same. I need you.
[ it helps, watching langa pump his beautiful cock on screen. it turns the expression on his face from pained to hungry, despite how red his cheeks are glowing. still feels a little bit like something he shouldn't be allowed to watch, but there's no denying that it's incredible, seeing the way langa handles himself for the first time.
he tries to match the thrusts of his fingers with the motion of langa's fist in kind, to synchronize their breathing, the closest he can come to being there in person. fine, lesson learned, he's never leaving again. ]
[ it really isn't the same. ever since langa's had a taste of sex with reki, masturbating has only left him more frustrated than satisfied. he needs the touch of reki's skin, those lips, his kisses, and his familiar warmth surrounding him to feel the most complete.
but being able to watch reki does help alleviate the aggravating pain of being apart. seeing the way reki looks every bit of frustrated as he does has him feeling content in knowing that their separation is as difficult for him as it is for langa. ]
Imagine that I'm there with you, Reki. Imagine those fingers as my own. Remember the way I would do it? How I'd go for your sweet spot until you're crying? Don't go easy on yourself. You can take it. I know you can.
[ while langa speaks, he doesn't stop pumping his aching cock. even as his breathing turns ragged, he goes on. ]
Try keeping your fingers buried deep inside and lift your hips. Work yourself over your fingers, baby. Just imagine that you're riding my dick. Don't fucking stop until you're coming all over yourself. You're so fucking gorgeous, Reki. Fuck, I love you so much. Wanna see you come for me, baby.
[ it's obvious that langa's voice is affecting reki. his movements become more fluid as chasing an orgasm gives way to bearing through the sensations that will get him there. he hears langa speak of being relentless and cries out, feeling his words someplace deep inside that makes warmth spread over him until he's shuddering.
there's no caring what he looks like on the screen now when all he can do is lift up his hips and grind into his own roughly thundering fingers. his jaw is slack, pried wide open by the mix of pain and pleasure, his toes curling as he tries desperately to anchor himself on the bed. every word after that feels like touch in its own way, makes him squirm and sob at how overwhelming it is as his hips churn frantically. ]
Langa... [ he chokes out, too tense to do anything but repeat his name. langa's not even here and he's being too loud, but he can't help it; his hearing has dimmed right along with his vision, stars in his eyes as he beats into his body until his cock starts to drip, gently at first, then pulsing hard enough to dot him all the way up to his jaw with seed. still, he's fucking long, wild groans out of himself, dazed eyes on the screen, unwilling to stop until langa is there too. ]
[ despite the shakiness of the video, watching reki completely let go of himself is like nothing langa has ever seen before. none of the dirtiest clips can compare to this, not even the highest quality of porn can come close. hell, if this video were uploaded in a subscription-based porn site, langa would go fucking broke from paying just to watch this on repeat. ]
Reki. [ he rasps, sounding pained from only having the privilege to see but not touch. fuck, the things he would do to him; langa wants to ruin him so fucking bad. ] That's it, baby. You look amazing. So fucking sexy like that...
[ watching reki come is enough to pull a deep groan from langa's chest. he's unable to continue singing praises as the pleasure within him spikes, knowing he's helped reki fuck himself over the edge. worrying his lower lip, langa's eyes stay half-mast as he gazes at the screen, watching reki watch him. his fist works over his cock in a vicious pace, the slick sound of his palm sliding furiously along his skin echoing in his small bedroom. there's no delicious heat to make him want to hold back. nothing to stop the tension in his body to peak, and then unravel. nothing to take in the mess he creates over his hand and lower abdomen. ]
[ every single sound langa makes, from his groans to the wet noises of his fist to the way he says reki's name, makes him shiver and burn even hotter. he's not sure when that happened, when hearing langa's breath in just the right key turned into a thing that can make him melt, but it feels right. like something that should happen now that langa's made him his own. ]
Oh fuck...
[ it's just. too much to try to come again, but that doesn't stop his body from assaulting him with echoes of an orgasm, phantom waves of pleasure that burn deeper and deeper the closer langa gets. it leaves him broken when langa's cock finally begins to spill on his screen, whining at the loss of what could have been. that's his mess to hold inside him, to fill him up with warmth and drip down his skin, and fuck, he should have never left. ]
I miss you, [ he moans mournfully. ] You did so good but it should have been me.
[ he blinks his eyes open, not having realized he had closed them. fuck, coming like that is making him so sleepy...
when langa focuses on the screen, what he finds there makes him frown slightly. more than anything, he wishes he can reach over to smooth the lines of remorse over reki's face... ]
Miss you too. Should've been you.
[ he agrees, and then of course, he has to add, ]
You were amazing, Reki... Best thing I've ever seen.
[ of course, now that they're on video, langa can see the way reki's cheeks blotch up bright pink. as if he hasn't seen him like this in person; somehow it feels different in the aftermath, knowing he's watching on a screen.
it's not bad—actually, it's kind of exciting, voyeuristic in a thrilling sort of way. ]
I'll do this more for you, then.
[ it's something, anyway, for those times when they can't be together. ]
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oh fuck
holy shit you look so good
aim the camera a little lower ok
& lean back a bit
[ oh wait there was a question ]
hell no i wanna keep you around til i cant stand it anymore
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This is not easy... I wish you were here. I wanna see how much of myself is still in you.
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promise the reward will be worth it
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I shouldn't have let you go home.
[ hopefully his dick is expressing just how frustrated he's feeling. ]
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[ honestly, after a picture like this... no, reki, chill out. ]
you look really really fucking good langa
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[ only because it's coming from reki and not anyone else, langa's heart soars over the compliment even as he's frowning. ]
Wanna see you.
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[ and yet here he is, on his phone all night with langa anyway. but ok whatever!! ]
forget it. your turn. tell me what you wanna see
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Take off your hoodie. I wanna see you playing with your chest. Tease yourself.
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like this?
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Fuck yourself with your fingers next. Start with three. You should still be loose enough from me.
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me too
[ somehow, langa's got him so fucking horny for it that he's clawing through his nightstand and hurrying to cross his legs over his chest. he wants langa to see nothing but his ass stuffed full of his fingers in the next shot he sends. ]
its still so wet inside
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Fuck. That's it, baby.
Wanna hear you...
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[ he's hit with the sudden, overwhelming urge to hear langa too; practically starving for it, knowing how langa sounds when he's in this mood. that and it's getting increasingly hard to type when he's rocking desperately on his fingers. ]
call me?
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Reki.
[ he growls, almost like he's angry about being so far apart. in the background, there's a constant sound of slick furious motion. ]
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[ something inside reki shifts at the sound of his voice, somewhere between comfort and the deepest hunger he's ever known. reki lets him listen to his sharp, soft breaths as he roughly curls his fingers inside himself and starts digging in until he can barely hold the phone up to his ear. ]
I need to see you again. Please. Show me how bad you want me.
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holding up his phone with one hand, langa clicks the video icon and is surprised to see the person staring back at him—how distressed he looks, with his frustrations and desires written blatantly all over his face. langa really needs reki here. with him. right now. fuck. he wants him so bad. ]
I shouldn't have let you go, Reki. Fuck. Show yourself...
i had TWO tags from you im so happy 😭
[ is reki's reply to that, coupled by the hushed, erratic sound of a few broken breaths. it's not difficult to determine that he's giving himself a few rough thrusts while he takes in that new view on his phone, but he won't keep langa waiting for long. he wouldn't dare. ]
Hold on.
[ he doesn't have enough hands for this. eventually, though, his end of the video call flicks on too, revealing him flush-faced and panting. he twists his wrist to give langa the full scope of his body: his hoodie rumpled up to expose his chest, his arched back, his writhing hips, his fingers stuffed between his glistening thighs. ]
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but who can blame him for being mad about it when reki looks like this? when he can see what reki is doing to himself without langa around? with his adorably flushed face and rumpled hoodie exposing his chest, with a shy peek of those cute—begging to be pinched—nipples. not to mention those hips of his, god those fucking hips, swiveling down desperately against his own fucking fingers like they just aren't enough for him— ]
Baby, you look so—Fuck. So beautiful. So damn fuckable, baby. That's it. Keep going. Show me more.
[ the slick sound of langa's fist working over himself seems to have gotten louder, like he's obviously jerking himself off harder and faster as he imagines what it would be like to be fucking reki right now, with his release from earlier still coating him deep inside. ]
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Not the same. I need you.
[ it helps, watching langa pump his beautiful cock on screen. it turns the expression on his face from pained to hungry, despite how red his cheeks are glowing. still feels a little bit like something he shouldn't be allowed to watch, but there's no denying that it's incredible, seeing the way langa handles himself for the first time.
he tries to match the thrusts of his fingers with the motion of langa's fist in kind, to synchronize their breathing, the closest he can come to being there in person. fine, lesson learned, he's never leaving again. ]
Keep talking. Tell me what to do.
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but being able to watch reki does help alleviate the aggravating pain of being apart. seeing the way reki looks every bit of frustrated as he does has him feeling content in knowing that their separation is as difficult for him as it is for langa. ]
Imagine that I'm there with you, Reki. Imagine those fingers as my own. Remember the way I would do it? How I'd go for your sweet spot until you're crying? Don't go easy on yourself. You can take it. I know you can.
[ while langa speaks, he doesn't stop pumping his aching cock. even as his breathing turns ragged, he goes on. ]
Try keeping your fingers buried deep inside and lift your hips. Work yourself over your fingers, baby. Just imagine that you're riding my dick. Don't fucking stop until you're coming all over yourself. You're so fucking gorgeous, Reki. Fuck, I love you so much. Wanna see you come for me, baby.
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there's no caring what he looks like on the screen now when all he can do is lift up his hips and grind into his own roughly thundering fingers. his jaw is slack, pried wide open by the mix of pain and pleasure, his toes curling as he tries desperately to anchor himself on the bed. every word after that feels like touch in its own way, makes him squirm and sob at how overwhelming it is as his hips churn frantically. ]
Langa... [ he chokes out, too tense to do anything but repeat his name. langa's not even here and he's being too loud, but he can't help it; his hearing has dimmed right along with his vision, stars in his eyes as he beats into his body until his cock starts to drip, gently at first, then pulsing hard enough to dot him all the way up to his jaw with seed. still, he's fucking long, wild groans out of himself, dazed eyes on the screen, unwilling to stop until langa is there too. ]
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Reki. [ he rasps, sounding pained from only having the privilege to see but not touch. fuck, the things he would do to him; langa wants to ruin him so fucking bad. ] That's it, baby. You look amazing. So fucking sexy like that...
[ watching reki come is enough to pull a deep groan from langa's chest. he's unable to continue singing praises as the pleasure within him spikes, knowing he's helped reki fuck himself over the edge. worrying his lower lip, langa's eyes stay half-mast as he gazes at the screen, watching reki watch him. his fist works over his cock in a vicious pace, the slick sound of his palm sliding furiously along his skin echoing in his small bedroom. there's no delicious heat to make him want to hold back. nothing to stop the tension in his body to peak, and then unravel. nothing to take in the mess he creates over his hand and lower abdomen. ]
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Oh fuck...
[ it's just. too much to try to come again, but that doesn't stop his body from assaulting him with echoes of an orgasm, phantom waves of pleasure that burn deeper and deeper the closer langa gets. it leaves him broken when langa's cock finally begins to spill on his screen, whining at the loss of what could have been. that's his mess to hold inside him, to fill him up with warmth and drip down his skin, and fuck, he should have never left. ]
I miss you, [ he moans mournfully. ] You did so good but it should have been me.
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when langa focuses on the screen, what he finds there makes him frown slightly. more than anything, he wishes he can reach over to smooth the lines of remorse over reki's face... ]
Miss you too. Should've been you.
[ he agrees, and then of course, he has to add, ]
You were amazing, Reki... Best thing I've ever seen.
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it's not bad—actually, it's kind of exciting, voyeuristic in a thrilling sort of way. ]
I'll do this more for you, then.
[ it's something, anyway, for those times when they can't be together. ]
I liked it too... Watching you.
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