[ 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: ]
[ 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.
[ it's so good to have langa back that reki's not even worried about the way his eyes are stinging. fuck it, nothing else matters. whatever he did, now they can fix it, just like they fix everything else. it'll always be okay as long as they're together. (or it won't be okay, but for once, the thought is so terrifying that he can't even entertain it.)
he takes a shaky breath and drags langa's face back to him. he needs so badly to see him, still has so many kisses that he needs to give him. ]
I'm sorry, I lost control, I love you so fucking much. [ not enough, apparently, to not fuck his boyfriend into a disassociated fugue. his stomach twists at the thought and the next breath he takes shudders deep in his chest. ] I never meant to hurt you.
What? [ He pulls back just enough to notice Reki's eyes are tearing up, too, and he instantly reaches to cup his face in both hands. There's some kind of disconnect between what Langa had felt and what Reki is thinking, and it makes him frown as he tries to piece things together. They lay there, holding each other's heads in their hands, and Langa leans in to kiss away the wetness blooming beneath Reki's eyes. ] I love you, Reki, I love you! You don't have anything to be sorry about.
[ Reki is clearly beating himself up about all of this, which is unfair to him since Langa had started every bit of it. He'd asked Reki to use him, asked to go down on him, asked for Reki to let go and fuck his mouth as he pleased. Hurt him? ] Reki, you didn't hurt me, I liked it. I liked it so much it sort of... It was like being in the zone, except instead of feeling nothing, I felt everything.
[ he's such a lame, pathetic wreck right now that it takes him awhile to catch up. there's so much to hate about himself and the situation in his head—his weakness, the idea of hurting langa again, the fact that now he's getting emotional about it and langa is comforting him—that it just doesn't register when langa absolves him of all that with an explanation.
he goes quiet except for the few ragged, shaky breaths he takes, scanning langa's eyes for any sign that he's just saying what he needs to say to make reki chill the fuck out. langa articulates it so well, though, it's hard to doubt him, even if it's just out of paranoia. ]
[ Langa is far off from being a good talker, but he's pretty good at knowing when to not talk. He lets Reki process things, lets him have the time to scan Langa's face and see that he's being genuine. Smiling, he reaches up to brush Reki's hair back from his forehead and plants a kiss between his eyes, then on the tip of his nose, and finally on his lips. He'd be lying if he wasn't riding the high of them confessing they were in love with each other—again, not a surprise, but something that felt so natural, so good to finally say, that he can't help the elation that comes with that.
Nodding when Reki finally speaks again, he moves his arms down to wrap around Reki's shoulders and push between his back and the bed so he can hold him close. ] Yeah. I... um, it was sort of hard for me to feel anything for a while, but then I met you, and my heart kind of exploded. I feel so much when I'm with you. Then just now, I felt really safe knowing you had control over everything but it also felt so amazing that you would let go of your control because I made you feel so good, too. You always make me feel so, so good, Reki, and I kind of lost my mind when I could do that, too.
[ it feels so, so good to just be held, listening to langa talk while his breathing steadies and his heart pieces itself back together. langa doesn't seem mad or like he's trying to placate him—he sounds genuinely happy. and part of that probably has something to do with reki manning up and finally telling langa how he feels, which kind of makes him want to cry again, but for way better reasons.
anyway, he's calming down. he's dragging his fingers over langa's skin in slow, cathartic motions, humming in response to the things langa says, letting langa walk him through it. some things he already knows—he definitely knew langa wasn't okay when he first met him, even remembers talking with oka about it—but it's such a rarity for him to just go on like this that reki refuses to do anything but enjoy it until he's done. ]
But you liked it? [ that's the most important thing. he can't have any lingering doubts about whether or not langa wanted this. ] ... All of it?
[ Reki is definitely the more talkative between the two of them. He knows so much, and he's friendly and charming in a genuine way that makes Langa want to listen to him talk about anything. It had been part of what attracted him to Reki in the first place, and something he values in him as a partner. Langa himself isn't so good with words, but when it comes down to important things like this, sometimes the thoughts finally flow. It's like when he'd complimented Reki in the skate park, that first step towards maybe confessing how much Reki meant to Langa. Now, it's even more vital that he makes sure Reki understands how he felt and stops blaming himself for something that doesn't need to be blamed on anyone. ]
I liked it a lot. [ He smiles and kisses Reki, soft and reassuring. ] I asked for all of it. You're good at reading me, you knew I wanted you to let go just like you did.
[ reki lets his eyes slip shut, just feeling the kiss, letting langa's response resonate for a second. it's another moment where he needs to get out of his head and trust langa—which isn't that difficult, because he does. he trusts him, even when all that crooked bullshit his head gets up to is telling him not to do it. ]
I thought I fucked up... [ that's obvious. the sudden fear that he doesn't know how to read langa as well as he thought he did was half of the problem to begin with.
rather than dwell on that, reki reaches up, fondly stroking langa's cheek. it was a good thing, langa said so. that means he needs to focus on making it the best thing, because that's all he wants for langa. ]
Oh babe, no, it was amazing. Really, I can't explain how it felt. I just know it was a good feeling.
[ He smiles at the soft touch and nuzzles into it. It's sort of impossible to imagine they were just having such wild sex and now, they're cuddling and confessing their love and feelings. His relationship with Reki really is like none he's ever had before, and it goes beyond the fact that they have sex together; he trusts Reki deeply, even more than he trusts himself at times.
The questions are valid, but they make Langa pause to think. To show that he's not hesitating for any bad reasons, he uses the time to kiss Reki softly, slowly, learning the shape of his mouth all over again. When he pulls away, it's with a thoughtful hum. ] I think I sort of freaked out when you said no. Maybe not... that? You should say no if you don't want something! But, um, a different way...
[ He frowns because suddenly, he's lost his ability to express himself again. If only it could be a skill and not a switch that seemed to turn on and off by its own will rather than Langa's own. ] Just be yourself. Tell me you love me. I trust you, I know you're not going to hurt me. [ Then he blushes and shakes his head a little. ] I mean, really hurt me. I... liked a little pain. When you were smacking my ass and... when I was choking.
[ this is helpful. it's more mechanics that he can build upon with confidence; reki knows about cause and effect, about the difference between positive and negative reinforcement. these are rules and boundaries he can set in his head when everything seemed so nebulous and overwhelming before. (he thinks, actually, they should probably do a lot more of this in the future too.)
when langa loses his train of thought, reki is quick to brush his hair out of his eyes and smooth over it, waiting. he's fine with waiting for langa to come up with the right words. more people (especially reki himself) should probably be just as mindful as langa is. and anyway, that confession leaves him speechless for a second—until realization hits. he knows the word for this! ]
[ Reki's patience with Langa is precious, both because he needs it and because honestly, someone with Reki's level of energy doesn't always know how to be any kind of patient. The hand in his hair is grounding, though, and he feels the silence to be the accepting and listening kind rather than something that comes from not understanding or caring about what he's trying to say. The last thing he expects, however, is a vocabulary lesson.
Blinking, he repeats the unfamiliar word. He's been getting better with sexual vocabulary in Japanese, but there are a lot of things he doesn't even know in English, let alone his second language. ] Masochist? What's that?
[ he'll rue the day that langa asks him where he keeps learning all this shit from and he'll have to fess up to what he does on those odd nights he spends away from langa, but that's luckily not langa's question. ]
It's, uh...
[ language is rough. explaining words is practically the hardest thing to do—though langa's good at it. reki rarely listens to those explanations, but they seem solid enough. he really prefers langa's newer method, where he just says english words at reki during sex and they stick in his head forever. ]
Just what you said. People who like pain... in, like, a sexy way. [ he thinks??? citation needed on that one. ]
Oh... [ He mulls it over because it does seem like that even if he isn't entirely sure he'd call himself that word. There's a temptation to reach for his phone where it's on his bedside table and have Reki type it into Google so he can try to get a sense of how much pain a masochist is into. ] I guess so. Maybe? Don't we have to like a little pain to skate?
[ Smiling, he nips at Reki's bottom lip. He thinks of people he'd met through snowboarding and how there was definitely a difference between people who just wanted to get down the mountain and those who would push themselves to learn tricks. Langa wouldn't say that he liked the pain of falling, either on snow or pavement, but it was never enough to deter him from the fun of it all. ] Is it weird if I am a... masochist?
[ langa makes a good point, and reki murrs in agreement. all that talk about rites of passage he'd given him in the very beginning wasn't just to caution him—it's a part of the culture. and in S, even more so. only a special kind of crazy person will skate crazy rock more than once.
langa doesn't really take that kind of damage, though, not in beefs, at least. reki on the other hand... ]
Nah, not at all. It's pretty hot.
[ maybe more than 'pretty.' reki's running a hand up and down langa's back thinking about it, slipping a leg between his thighs to urge him closer. ]
Truth be told, I'm a little bit too. I like when I'm fucking you and you start tearing up my back. [ his smoothing hands turn into lightly-dragging nails. and now that he's had time to process what happened... ] I really liked what we did tonight, too.
[ Langa can't help laughing, the sound warm and adoring. ] I'm beginning to wonder if there's anything you wouldn't think is hot, Reki.
[ Not that he minds even the tiniest bit. He feels inexplicably fortunate that Reki is so accepting of him and everything about him, whether it's his wonky ways of skating or his sexual deviance. Knowing that his favorite person, his best friend and boyfriend and everything else, has his back in all things is enough to make him devote himself to Reki for the rest of his life.
Okay, big feelings, he'll rein them in for now.
The hand on the back of his thigh helps, just as it encourages a moan from him. He's still aroused despite the newness of that place he'd gone to and the following conversation and the soft cuddling they've been enjoying. Reki's description makes him blush a bit, never having thought about that happening but realizing it must. ]
S-sorry. [ His back arches into the nails on his own back, somewhere between ticklish and sensual. ] Or maybe not, if you like it. We can do it all again, though, right? [ He smiles coyly, shifting his hips not-so-accidentally against Reki's. ]
[ reki not-so-accidentally keeps him there, one hand firm against the small of langa's back so that the grind between them is nice and tight. with anyone else, it'd probably be embarrassing how easily langa gets him right back into the mood again. but that's just langa, beautiful and sweet and sexy and thankfully all his. ]
When it's you, it's hot. That's just the way it is. No apologies necessary.
[ now he remembers how worked up langa was before he slipped into that state, how nothing ever came from it for him. he'll make it up to him, sure enough, but langa deserves something special this time around. ]
That what you want? Or...
[ it's sweet, laying like this, but it's even sweeter to reach for langa's hands and link their fingers and press them against the mattress, even sweeter still to do that while he slips on top of langa and nips playfully at his lips. ]
You're biased. [ He grins just to show how little he cares about that. Langa has often been accused of living in his own little world, not really connecting with people around him. Reki had blown right through the walls he'd constructed without being aware of them, though, and made a home in that little world right next to Langa. Now, they can be apart from reality without being lonely.
Humming, he doesn't really consider the question because Reki makes it clear he's going to suggest something else, and Langa wants to see what that is. He sucks in a soft breath when his hands are pinned to the bed, sighs even more contently at the shift of their bodies and feeling Reki's pressing down on him. There are so many things that Langa wants, but right now, whatever this is feels like the best choice. ] I want you, Reki. That's all I need.
[ maybe reki looks like he knows what he's doing on the outside, but all he really knows is that masochists also like this restraint stuff. he'd forgotten to add that part when he was defining it for langa. but that's okay; he can just go for it and feel out his reaction along the way.
so far, looking pretty positive. langa doesn't struggle or flinch, and that soft little gasp seems to confirm that this is good vibes only. reki jerks langa's hands up over his head, grasping his wrists together and pinning them soundly. honestly, langa could overpower him at any second and without much difficulty at all, but that's not what it's about, right? the way langa described it, it's all mental, all about the connection between them.
he uses his newly-liberated hand to reach for the headband around his neck, dragging it over his head. ]
I've got a lot to give. You can still ask. You can ask me for anything and I'll always be in your corner, no matter what. I promise.
[ mm. well. with one small caveat, issued as he's looping his headband around langa's wrists and tethering it to the headboard. ]
Except for right now, because I'm gonna make you come til you scream.
[ It would be possible for him to overpower Reki, true, but he knows how strong he can be as well. The fact that he doesn't feel trapped just speaks to the trust that he has in Reki; as strong as they both are, neither would hold onto the other if there was any indication they wanted to stop. Langa doesn't want to, and in fact really wants to keep going to see where Reki plans to take this. He bites back a moan while watching him pull off the headband, originally planned to be used against Reki, now being used on Langa as if in punishment for abandoning his long-forgotten plan. ]
But I want everything. I want your infinity.
[ It's still cheesy to say, but it feels less and less embarrassing every time. In light of them confessing that they were in love, their personal brand of the infinite seems appropriate to bring up again. He'll never let Reki forget it, either.
Langa gasps as his hands are tied above his head, tugging to feel how secure they are. His heart is racing, but not with fear—he's excited to know Reki can absolutely ravish him and there's nothing Langa can do to stop him (as if he would even try.) Moaning at what sounds like the sexiest threat in existence, Langa spreads his legs to invite Reki closer. ]
[ that word makes reki's lips curl. it's not just the word or the memory that it invokes—it's still so endearing that langa remembered it in the first place. nothing he's ever said has had such an impact on someone that they ruminate on it for months, only to turn it into a thing that they can share together.
he slips between langa's thighs, but leans more to the right side, keeping the center of langa's body clear for his stroking hands. just in case, he checks the band around langa's wrists, slipping his fingers between his skin and the fabric to ensure it isn't cutting off circulation or something. but he can do that while he leans in to nip at langa's lips, licking over them like that'll erase the sting. ]
You're adorable, you know that? How could I give you anything less than my infinity when you're so amazing?
[ there's a lot of slack in that tie, more than enough to be reassuring. but he's still got last time on his mind, no matter what langa said about it. this time, he'll go slower, be more careful, he'll learn what to do and what not to do. starting with introducing his touch to langa's chest, petting, roaming, stroking lightly over one of langa's nipples to let him feel what it's like to squirm under restraint. ]
[ Langa is definitely far beyond gone for Reki, a fact that’s highlighted by how excited he can get for something as simple as his fingers slipping over the pulse point in his wrist as the checked the restraint. It feels incredibly intimate, a place that’s so small and far from private but he can’t think of anyone ever touching. It makes his body hum, both aroused and content. He knows those will shift out of balance soon enough, but for the moment, he sinks into both feelings.
Humming a meaningless reply, he leans into the kisses and tests the way his arms and shoulders stretch as he shifts. He likes how tight his muscles feel through his shoulders and back, all the way down his sides. Is that being a masochist? He’s going to need to look into all of that more later when he’s not being distracted by wandering hands. Reki has impeccable aim for the places that make him sigh and squirm, the brushes to his nipples drawing Langa up like he’s being pulled in by a magnet. His back arches and he gasps at the way his body feels with his hands tied in place to accentuate the bow of his spine. ]
Good, Reki. [ He searches for his lips, leaning sideways towards him and wishing Reki would pin the rest of his body in place with his hips. ] Feels good.
[ for now, this is perfect. sad as it is to bind langa's hands, there's a sort of rush inherent in touching him and knowing that he can do nothing but feel, that he's allowing this in the first place.
it isn't like the bondage does much, anyway. langa's still a sight, responding to every one of reki's touches, no matter how small and unimportant he thinks they are. his body turns fluid beneath reki, working against his hands in a way that leaves him breathless. the kiss he presses to langa's lips lasts only a moment; he can't take his eyes off of langa for any longer than that. ]
Wow... [ his first instinct whenever langa does something incredible has always been to capture it with his camera, ever since that first day on his deck in the park. it strikes him now, the idea of having this moment forever. maybe someday. ] You look...
[ is there a word for it? he's not sure that there is, not when he's sliding his rough hands over langa's endlessly long legs, hitching one of them over his shoulder. he's spent time here, sure, but never like this, enjoying the shape of his calves and his thighs as he covers them with slow-climbing kisses. ]
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[ 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?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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[ it's so good to have langa back that reki's not even worried about the way his eyes are stinging. fuck it, nothing else matters. whatever he did, now they can fix it, just like they fix everything else. it'll always be okay as long as they're together. (or it won't be okay, but for once, the thought is so terrifying that he can't even entertain it.)
he takes a shaky breath and drags langa's face back to him. he needs so badly to see him, still has so many kisses that he needs to give him. ]
I'm sorry, I lost control, I love you so fucking much. [ not enough, apparently, to not fuck his boyfriend into a disassociated fugue. his stomach twists at the thought and the next breath he takes shudders deep in his chest. ] I never meant to hurt you.
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[ Reki is clearly beating himself up about all of this, which is unfair to him since Langa had started every bit of it. He'd asked Reki to use him, asked to go down on him, asked for Reki to let go and fuck his mouth as he pleased. Hurt him? ] Reki, you didn't hurt me, I liked it. I liked it so much it sort of... It was like being in the zone, except instead of feeling nothing, I felt everything.
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he goes quiet except for the few ragged, shaky breaths he takes, scanning langa's eyes for any sign that he's just saying what he needs to say to make reki chill the fuck out. langa articulates it so well, though, it's hard to doubt him, even if it's just out of paranoia. ]
... Yeah?
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Nodding when Reki finally speaks again, he moves his arms down to wrap around Reki's shoulders and push between his back and the bed so he can hold him close. ] Yeah. I... um, it was sort of hard for me to feel anything for a while, but then I met you, and my heart kind of exploded. I feel so much when I'm with you. Then just now, I felt really safe knowing you had control over everything but it also felt so amazing that you would let go of your control because I made you feel so good, too. You always make me feel so, so good, Reki, and I kind of lost my mind when I could do that, too.
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anyway, he's calming down. he's dragging his fingers over langa's skin in slow, cathartic motions, humming in response to the things langa says, letting langa walk him through it. some things he already knows—he definitely knew langa wasn't okay when he first met him, even remembers talking with oka about it—but it's such a rarity for him to just go on like this that reki refuses to do anything but enjoy it until he's done. ]
But you liked it? [ that's the most important thing. he can't have any lingering doubts about whether or not langa wanted this. ] ... All of it?
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I liked it a lot. [ He smiles and kisses Reki, soft and reassuring. ] I asked for all of it. You're good at reading me, you knew I wanted you to let go just like you did.
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I thought I fucked up... [ that's obvious. the sudden fear that he doesn't know how to read langa as well as he thought he did was half of the problem to begin with.
rather than dwell on that, reki reaches up, fondly stroking langa's cheek. it was a good thing, langa said so. that means he needs to focus on making it the best thing, because that's all he wants for langa. ]
What if it happens again? What should I do?
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[ He smiles at the soft touch and nuzzles into it. It's sort of impossible to imagine they were just having such wild sex and now, they're cuddling and confessing their love and feelings. His relationship with Reki really is like none he's ever had before, and it goes beyond the fact that they have sex together; he trusts Reki deeply, even more than he trusts himself at times.
The questions are valid, but they make Langa pause to think. To show that he's not hesitating for any bad reasons, he uses the time to kiss Reki softly, slowly, learning the shape of his mouth all over again. When he pulls away, it's with a thoughtful hum. ] I think I sort of freaked out when you said no. Maybe not... that? You should say no if you don't want something! But, um, a different way...
[ He frowns because suddenly, he's lost his ability to express himself again. If only it could be a skill and not a switch that seemed to turn on and off by its own will rather than Langa's own. ] Just be yourself. Tell me you love me. I trust you, I know you're not going to hurt me. [ Then he blushes and shakes his head a little. ] I mean, really hurt me. I... liked a little pain. When you were smacking my ass and... when I was choking.
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when langa loses his train of thought, reki is quick to brush his hair out of his eyes and smooth over it, waiting. he's fine with waiting for langa to come up with the right words. more people (especially reki himself) should probably be just as mindful as langa is. and anyway, that confession leaves him speechless for a second—until realization hits. he knows the word for this! ]
You're a masochist?
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Blinking, he repeats the unfamiliar word. He's been getting better with sexual vocabulary in Japanese, but there are a lot of things he doesn't even know in English, let alone his second language. ] Masochist? What's that?
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It's, uh...
[ language is rough. explaining words is practically the hardest thing to do—though langa's good at it. reki rarely listens to those explanations, but they seem solid enough. he really prefers langa's newer method, where he just says english words at reki during sex and they stick in his head forever. ]
Just what you said. People who like pain... in, like, a sexy way. [ he thinks??? citation needed on that one. ]
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[ Smiling, he nips at Reki's bottom lip. He thinks of people he'd met through snowboarding and how there was definitely a difference between people who just wanted to get down the mountain and those who would push themselves to learn tricks. Langa wouldn't say that he liked the pain of falling, either on snow or pavement, but it was never enough to deter him from the fun of it all. ] Is it weird if I am a... masochist?
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langa doesn't really take that kind of damage, though, not in beefs, at least. reki on the other hand... ]
Nah, not at all. It's pretty hot.
[ maybe more than 'pretty.' reki's running a hand up and down langa's back thinking about it, slipping a leg between his thighs to urge him closer. ]
Truth be told, I'm a little bit too. I like when I'm fucking you and you start tearing up my back. [ his smoothing hands turn into lightly-dragging nails. and now that he's had time to process what happened... ] I really liked what we did tonight, too.
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[ Not that he minds even the tiniest bit. He feels inexplicably fortunate that Reki is so accepting of him and everything about him, whether it's his wonky ways of skating or his sexual deviance. Knowing that his favorite person, his best friend and boyfriend and everything else, has his back in all things is enough to make him devote himself to Reki for the rest of his life.
Okay, big feelings, he'll rein them in for now.
The hand on the back of his thigh helps, just as it encourages a moan from him. He's still aroused despite the newness of that place he'd gone to and the following conversation and the soft cuddling they've been enjoying. Reki's description makes him blush a bit, never having thought about that happening but realizing it must. ]
S-sorry. [ His back arches into the nails on his own back, somewhere between ticklish and sensual. ] Or maybe not, if you like it. We can do it all again, though, right? [ He smiles coyly, shifting his hips not-so-accidentally against Reki's. ]
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When it's you, it's hot. That's just the way it is. No apologies necessary.
[ now he remembers how worked up langa was before he slipped into that state, how nothing ever came from it for him. he'll make it up to him, sure enough, but langa deserves something special this time around. ]
That what you want? Or...
[ it's sweet, laying like this, but it's even sweeter to reach for langa's hands and link their fingers and press them against the mattress, even sweeter still to do that while he slips on top of langa and nips playfully at his lips. ]
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Humming, he doesn't really consider the question because Reki makes it clear he's going to suggest something else, and Langa wants to see what that is. He sucks in a soft breath when his hands are pinned to the bed, sighs even more contently at the shift of their bodies and feeling Reki's pressing down on him. There are so many things that Langa wants, but right now, whatever this is feels like the best choice. ] I want you, Reki. That's all I need.
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so far, looking pretty positive. langa doesn't struggle or flinch, and that soft little gasp seems to confirm that this is good vibes only. reki jerks langa's hands up over his head, grasping his wrists together and pinning them soundly. honestly, langa could overpower him at any second and without much difficulty at all, but that's not what it's about, right? the way langa described it, it's all mental, all about the connection between them.
he uses his newly-liberated hand to reach for the headband around his neck, dragging it over his head. ]
I've got a lot to give. You can still ask. You can ask me for anything and I'll always be in your corner, no matter what. I promise.
[ mm. well. with one small caveat, issued as he's looping his headband around langa's wrists and tethering it to the headboard. ]
Except for right now, because I'm gonna make you come til you scream.
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But I want everything. I want your infinity.
[ It's still cheesy to say, but it feels less and less embarrassing every time. In light of them confessing that they were in love, their personal brand of the infinite seems appropriate to bring up again. He'll never let Reki forget it, either.
Langa gasps as his hands are tied above his head, tugging to feel how secure they are. His heart is racing, but not with fear—he's excited to know Reki can absolutely ravish him and there's nothing Langa can do to stop him (as if he would even try.) Moaning at what sounds like the sexiest threat in existence, Langa spreads his legs to invite Reki closer. ]
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he slips between langa's thighs, but leans more to the right side, keeping the center of langa's body clear for his stroking hands. just in case, he checks the band around langa's wrists, slipping his fingers between his skin and the fabric to ensure it isn't cutting off circulation or something. but he can do that while he leans in to nip at langa's lips, licking over them like that'll erase the sting. ]
You're adorable, you know that? How could I give you anything less than my infinity when you're so amazing?
[ there's a lot of slack in that tie, more than enough to be reassuring. but he's still got last time on his mind, no matter what langa said about it. this time, he'll go slower, be more careful, he'll learn what to do and what not to do. starting with introducing his touch to langa's chest, petting, roaming, stroking lightly over one of langa's nipples to let him feel what it's like to squirm under restraint. ]
How d'you feel, baby?
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Humming a meaningless reply, he leans into the kisses and tests the way his arms and shoulders stretch as he shifts. He likes how tight his muscles feel through his shoulders and back, all the way down his sides. Is that being a masochist? He’s going to need to look into all of that more later when he’s not being distracted by wandering hands. Reki has impeccable aim for the places that make him sigh and squirm, the brushes to his nipples drawing Langa up like he’s being pulled in by a magnet. His back arches and he gasps at the way his body feels with his hands tied in place to accentuate the bow of his spine. ]
Good, Reki. [ He searches for his lips, leaning sideways towards him and wishing Reki would pin the rest of his body in place with his hips. ] Feels good.
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it isn't like the bondage does much, anyway. langa's still a sight, responding to every one of reki's touches, no matter how small and unimportant he thinks they are. his body turns fluid beneath reki, working against his hands in a way that leaves him breathless. the kiss he presses to langa's lips lasts only a moment; he can't take his eyes off of langa for any longer than that. ]
Wow... [ his first instinct whenever langa does something incredible has always been to capture it with his camera, ever since that first day on his deck in the park. it strikes him now, the idea of having this moment forever. maybe someday. ] You look...
[ is there a word for it? he's not sure that there is, not when he's sliding his rough hands over langa's endlessly long legs, hitching one of them over his shoulder. he's spent time here, sure, but never like this, enjoying the shape of his calves and his thighs as he covers them with slow-climbing kisses. ]
sorry for being slow compared to before, work sucks
get outta here no apologies ill wait 4eva friend
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feel free to take that hand all the way >>
i love it when im bout to ask u smthn & u beat me to it u beautiful angel 💜
we vibing babyyyy
SO SORRY fuck this weekkkkkk
no sorries I'll wait forever!
😭 ill be slow again this weekend but THEN..........
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now I’m gonna be ruined for size cheerleader Reki
IM SO SORRY (but also maybe not sorry)
DON'T BE SORRY FOR SPOILING LANGA
i mean if anyone deserves to be spoiled it's snowbae
his boyfriend needs spoiling, too! protect the sunshine at all costs
dont spoil the slime
Langa is #1 slime lover
langa no 😭
langa YES
lmao the most langaesque response
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