rekd | OVERFLOW / OPEN

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

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

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

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

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

You know how to use it.

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

Make it good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ probably, if reki's heart was really in the game they're playing, he should maybe rebuke langa for being so bold. but that just doesn't seem possible, not when he feels langa's soft breath wisping against his throbbing cock, when he feels the sweetest, softest little kiss exactly where it aches the most. all reki can do is draw in one sharp breath, shuddering all over, and say langa's name in the most reverent tone he knows. ]

Langa.

[ it is an excruciating feat to keep still now. he wants to thrust against the fingers teasing the head of his cock, wants to feel so much more of langa's soft lips, but all he'll allow himself to do is squirm in place, chewing on his lip to keep from making the most pathetic noise imaginable.

fuck. all right. ]

Can't help yourself? [ he brushes langa's hair away from his face, clearing his view of langa and his gorgeous lips pursed against his skin. ] You want it that bad, huh?

[ The throbbing of Reki's cock in his hand and against his lips makes Langa moan, wanting to feel it elsewhere but trying so hard to behave. He can't be selfish and needs to focus on making Reki feel as good as possible. Given his stamina and ability to deny himself orgasms, Langa isn't sure whether Reki would come just from his hand, but he's determined to try and make it happen.

That is, until Reki asks him those questions and he whines in reply. He can't help himself, he knows that doing more will make them both feel good and that he can pleasure Reki in other ways. His mouth waters, spit slipping out of the corner of his mouth and down Reki's cock. Slurping as he pulls away, he looks up at Reki with a pout he isn't even aware of. ] So bad, Reki, please let me suck your cock.

[ langa has no idea how good he looks, his lips glistening and pouted. he's absolutely fucking irresistible; maybe someday reki will be immune enough to his beauty and charm and be able to be cool about it, but he can't even imagine a day when that will be possible. his whole body aches just to give langa everything.

that lewd noise makes his breath hitch, his whole body thrum with tension. he wants to just say yes, wants to sink his cock right between those soft, pink lips and disappear into his mouth right now, but... ]

Pretty baby...

[ reki traces a finger through the wet trail dripping from the corner of langa's mouth. his other hand goes to his cock, dragging the head of it across langa's beautiful lips, over and over until his stomach tightens in a way that leaves him breathless. and then that's it. he can't stand it anymore. ]

Do it, baby, make me come.

[ Far from being vain, Langa still can't surprise the pleasant shiver that runs through him when Reki calls him pretty. He probably looks messed up and fucked out, yet Reki likes that; and he should, given the fact that he's the one who causes it every time.

Langa leans towards the finger at first, but then the thicker weight of Reki's cock presses to his lips and they part with a sigh. He never would have suspected himself to be someone who would have such reactions as if finally being allowed to suck a dick would be a relief, yet here he is absolutely starving for it. He nods eagerly and pushes up onto his elbows, opening his mouth and then, since Reki is still holding himself in hand, sticks out his tongue like an invitation. ]

[ langa looks even better like this, his lips parted to expose all the seductive shadows between his lips, his soft, pink tongue flattened and waiting. it's enough to make reki's cheeks glow; he wants langa, always, but langa knows just how to turn that wanting into a sharp, agonizing need. ]

Good baby...

[ he's being so very good, so open and sexy and responsive. he deserves the slow drive of reki's cock as it slips into the velvet heat of his mouth, even though reki really thinks he's the one coming up lucky, unable to stifle the broken moan that breaks loose from his throat when he pushes against the wetness of his tongue. it's waves and waves of pleasure washing over him, and langa hasn't even moved yet. just the image of langa's face, so strikingly sweet even with a dick in his mouth, is enough to make him feel like he's burning up from within.

his fingers slide into langa's hair again, stroking fondly. ]

Suck it.

[ Locking eyes with Reki, Langa struggles not to close them when he feels the head of his cock slide into his mouth. He holds still for now, trying so hard to be good for Reki because he deserves this moment of worship. So much of the time he's in the background supporting Langa, whether it's teaching him something or working on his board or now, leading him through sex. Arousal sparks hot in Langa's gut at the thought that Reki could be researching things to do in bed the same way he did with things to do on a board, and he moans with the realization. How much has Reki been doing on his own to be able to guide Langa along so easily?

His sweet expression turns determined as he's given a clear command, one that he's happy to follow. He sucks as he pushes down further on Reki's cock, taking him inch by inch. When he gets to the point where he'd normally stop he hesitates, glances up at Reki, and then smiles around his mouthful before continuing. He sinks lower and lower until his lips reach the base of Reki's cock, the muscles of his throat fluttering around the head. Langa may not be great at research, but he will practice something until he gets it right and can land the trick—in this case, suppressing his gag reflex. ]

[ langa takes over, and reki feels himself sighing with relief. by now, he can feel the tension like an overwound guitar string, creaking on the very verge of snapping, but langa always takes care of him. all he has to do is lay back and watch, toying with langa's hair as he swallows down his cock, trying to breathe through the wild sense of vertigo he gets when he feels the pressure build behind his locked lips.

and then—langa keeps going. reki feels himself plunging into a part of langa he's never felt before, even tighter, even hotter, searingly wet. his fist clenches in langa's hair involuntarily, all he can do to keep his hips from jerking off the bed. he's aware that would be an awful, awful mistake; he knows just enough to know this kind of stuff isn't easy.

but langa's never, ever satisfied with easy, not even in bed. he's always extraordinary, and now reki gets to not just see it but feel it, his breath hitching at the sight of langa's throat bulging with the cock he's speared himself upon. ]

Langa. [ there's no sense trying to hide the awe in his voice; it's not fucking going anywhere. ] Holy shit.

[ Langa moans at the fingers tightening in his hair, scalp prickling with pleasant sparks of pain. He can feel the way Reki tenses beneath him, too, hips nearly shaking with the effort to stay in place. Smoothing his hands up from Reki's thighs, he splays them over each hip and presses down to help keep him in place. He shouldn't have to do any of the work, not right now when Langa is spoiling him as he deserves.

The reaction is worth it, approval clear even if Reki doesn't say it explicitly. Langa moans again, his own cock aching with pleasure that comes simply from a job well done. He's achieved a goal and now they both get to enjoy the benefits of this new skill. Humming around his mouthful, he stays in place for a few moments more before pulling back until he only has the head still between his lips and he can inhale deeply through his nose. He doesn't wait long before plunging back down, however, bobbing his head in a steady rhythm but always keeping Reki deep in his throat for longer than the time it takes to pull up and breathe. ]

[ langa's hands are a godsend; they draw a shuddering sigh from reki, secure in the fact that langa's strong enough to keep him exactly where he is. now he can focus on langa's mouth—on his throat—and let the heat wash over him.

it's far too much, far too good. every moan langa makes is a paradise of vibrations, every motion of his throat milks his cock so hard that he couldn't stop himself from squirming now even if he wanted to. he can feel his heart hammering in his chest, his pulse throbbing just as painfully as the cock langa is swallowing down. he's so close, and then even closer when his hips strain to grind into that slick, tight heat and langa's hands prove themselves a solid and unyielding restraint. ]

Langa—Fuck. [ no, all of this is driving him out of his mind. he's practically sobbing with every word he manages to stammer out. ] Oh, fuck, I'm gonna— Langa, please.

[ Keeping a firm grip on Reki makes it easier for them both—Reki can lose himself in the pleasure, and Langa can focus on maintaining some control over it. It doesn't mean he can't stop thinking about what it would be like to have Reki fucking his throat, a thought that has him groaning around his mouthful. When he's able to focus on something other than the stretch of cock in his throat, he realizes that Reki is already close, ready to spill down his throat and give him what he's been working towards from the beginning.

He moans again, purposefully humming around Reki as he swallows to tighten his throat while hollowing his cheeks to suck on the base. There's spit leaking from the corners of his mouth where his lips stretch, and he looks up at Reki with watery eyes. In a split moment decision, he moves his hands from Reki's hips and around to grab at his ass, pulling him closer and silently encouraging him to fuck himself to completion. ]

[ the way langa looks at him is somehow just as sexy as it is devastating. it feels wrong to be so turned on by his glassy eyes and ruddy cheeks; the last thing reki wants to do is hurt him. but that wrongness makes him burn hotter too, turns him far more frantic to chase the edge he's so torturously close to.

he doesn't know what this is like for langa, so he tries to be mindful. it's just that langa's grabbing him, lifting him up and sucking him down, giving him free rein to move again. and reki can't stop it at all, can't think of anything but pounding against langa's lips as hard as he can, his fingers tearing in langa's hair, every muscle in his body trembling with tension. when he comes, it's explosive, he loses all the air in his lungs to a strangled cry and his vision dims until all he can see is vague bursts of light. he's grinding hard against langa's mouth, nevermind a nick from a tooth here or there—it feels so fucking good to just use him like this that for a second, he's not thinking at all.

but he's quick to pull away, breathing sharply, forcing himself up on to his elbow so that he can run his trembling fingers under langa's eye and brush away the tears. ]

Langa. [ really... hard to breathe. ] Are you okay?

[ The first buck of hips pushes the rest of the air from Langa's body, and he barely has time to draw more breath as Reki draws back and then thrusts back down his throat. A loud moan gets immediately stuffed back in his mouth as Reki fucks it, hands gripping his hair to keep him close. All thought leaves his mind and he's pulled down into each push of hips, each harsh slide of cock, each ragged moan from Reki. It feels amazing to give himself over to Reki's control while at the same time being totally aware that he's in charge of the pleasure he's feeling. The thought makes him just as light-headed as the lack of oxygen.

When Reki comes, he chokes at the feeling of it spilling into his throat and then greedily drinks everything down. He's still being held tight against Reki's hips, he nose nuzzling the hot skin at the base of his cock. Maybe it's the stupor of having his mouth fucked for the first time, but he thinks he could stay like this forever. It's why he whimpers softly when Reki pushes him off, a trail of saliva and come stretching from his lips to the tip of his cock. When he looks up at Reki blearily, he realizes his eyes are watery, but he smiles and hums despite his sore throat. The pain feels good, a reminder of what he'd done for Reki who's usually so good at holding off an orgasm. ] I'm good.

[ reki spends what feels like forever looking at langa, at his watery eyes and his raw, well-fucked lips and the sheen of saliva and come glistening on his chin. he's humming and saying that he's good, sure, and reki can finally breathe as soon as he says it, beginning with a big, deep, shuddering breath, but there's a dreamy look on langa's face that's different. he doesn't know what that is.

he reaches out, pulling langa into his arms and holding him as tight as he can manage without hurting him, pressing his cheek against his shoulder. there's just too many emotions mixing in his head, relief and worry and fear and guilt and—most prevalent of all—the overwhelming love he feels for langa. he loves him and he still let himself lose control. ]

I thought I went too far... [ thought? no, he definitely did, with no plan at all for if something went wrong. fucking stupid. no matter what his google search history looks like, he still has very little clue what he's doing. ] Does it hurt?

[ Langa stays where he is, perfectly content between Reki's thighs and absentmindedly dragging his nails over his hips—not scratching, since there's no force or intent behind it, just feeling him and the warmth of his skin. Then Reki is tugging at him and encouraging him to move up, so Langa gathers his legs beneath him and crawls into his arms. He hums again, and it feels like it vibrates through his entire body. It's an incredibly warm feeling, as floaty as his brain that's only filled with thoughts of Reki and how good it feels to be pressed up against him. ]

Mn-mm. [ Too far? Never, that would be impossible considering Langa would do anything for Reki, go to any length and beyond for him. He nuzzles against his shoulder, wrapping himself around Reki. There had been some moments of pain, but never anything that hurt. All of the sensations had just mixed together into intense pleasure and a sense of belonging. He loves Reki—loves him, not a realization because he always has known it but maybe never used the word itself—and he wants to be everything he needs. ] Feels good. Want more?

[ langa's voice and warmth and the gentle way he nuzzles against reki's skin do wonders to alleviate his anxiety. he can feel his heartbeat slowing with every breath they take together, perfectly synchronized, as always. reki squeezes him tightly, miserable with how much this boy in his arms means to him, and tries to ignore his head and listen to nothing but langa. ]

No. [ somehow, it always seems like langa is doing the most. he takes on every single whim reki can think of, gracefully and without a single fucking complaint. in comparison, it feels like reki hasn't done anything for him, not really, and the few things he has, langa's done them too—gone above and beyond, even.

he cradles the back of langa's head, covering all the skin he can reach in gently brushed kisses. ]

I wanna take care of you. Please tell me what you need. I'll do anything.

[ The no shakes through him, making his chest ache with the rejection even if he doesn't sound upset. Perhaps Langa had done something wrong that didn't feel good, or Reki didn't like how eager he was being, how slutty he was when he really got into it. His eyes continue watering, though more from confusion and concern now than the strain of having his face fucked. ]

Just wanna make you feel good. [ He paws at Reki's chest, grabbing at him but having nothing to dig his fingers into since they're both naked. Well, not entirely. Reki's headband is still around his neck, left forgotten because Langa had ended up too engrossed in and overwhelmed by riding Reki earlier to remember his plan. Another misstep, but it means he can reach up and tug on it now.

Langa...

[ oh, right, the headband. langa's grasping at it, which makes reki pull away—not far, but enough so that he can cup langa's face in his hands and turn it for a better look. his skin is soaked, and how much of that is tears or anything else has become indistinguishable. his mind starts back up again, reeling at the sight, but he takes a deep breath. just listen to langa, right? do what he says. ]

You made me feel so good. Better than I've ever felt. You were incredible.

[ he leans in, brushing their noses, kissing his lips, the bone of his cheek, his brows. ]

Now I want us to feel good together. Do you want that, baby?

Reki... [ With him pulling away, Langa tries to grip more tightly. Everything feels like it's dialed up past ten, his skin tight and somehow cold despite the heat of Reki's body against his. When Reki tries to get a look at him, his eyes dart to the side when he thinks about how much of a mess he must look and wonders if it's okay. He hadn't asked Reki before deepthroating him and had practically begged him to fuck his mouth—maybe Reki was feeling used by him.

Shaking against Reki, he sobs at the reassurance and draws in a shaky but deep breath. He's not sure what's happening or why he's feeling such intense emotions, but as long as Reki is there with him and happy, he can get through it. The praise eases the pain in his chest, and he leans in to the kisses to return each one eagerly when they land on his lips. ] Yes, whatever you want, I just need you.

[ reki feels it, the way langa tries to hold on. he won't let him suffer it for long. soon enough, his hands are dropping, slowly, gently, carefully lifting langa up on to his lap. this is far better, a place where they can share breath and tangle all around each other, where reki can run his hands all over langa's body in languid, soothing circles as they rock together. ]

I need you too. I...

[ he thinks of earlier, of how quickly langa had jumped on the idea of moving in with him. like a real future was certain. and then reki had almost said it, even given langa the chance to guess it, but it's better this way. now reki doesn't just want to tell him; he needs him to know.

the only problem is he can't stop kissing langa. he pauses just long enough to say: ]

I love you so much, Langa.

[ Langa follows where Reki moves him, doing his best to make it easier and slot against him like they were built for one another. Perhaps they were and that's why he's so desperate to make sure Reki still feels that fit and enjoys where their edges collide and gets nothing but pleasure from sex with Langa. He can't hope to form the thought in this state, but somewhere deep down, he knows they're still young and new to this but he can't help thinking that it's everything he needs and all he could ever want.

The words strike him like lightning, reawakening all the bits of him that had gone numb from the pain and pleasure mixing together to form an intoxicating drug. He sucks in a shuddering breath, and he realizes he believes it instantly. There's no reason to ask him to say it again because he feels the words sink into his skin and find a home in his heart. He has tears in the corners of his eyes again, but for a very different reason. ]

Oh, Reki, I love you too. Love you, love you so much. [ He says the words clearly and then continues mumbling them against Reki's neck as he leans in to kiss it, peppering the phrase along his jaw and up to his ear where he whispers it again. ] Oh god, I'm sorry, I felt so strange.

TFLN / OPEN RP / THREADTRACKER

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what are your feelings on subspace?

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omf no bless YOU

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