[ 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.
[ the drag of reki's slick tongue along his ear causes langa’s breath to stutter and catch in his throat, never having realized how sensitive that area could be for him until now—or possibly 'cause it's with reki, so, of course, langa's body can’t help but readily respond. it's like instinct, like this was just meant to happen. like their souls have been intertwined since the beginning of time, so every expectation is met with perfect compatibility.
and with reki running his mouth and stealing his newly given pet name, as distracting as it all is, langa welcomes just how fucking hot reki sounds, and how his words effectively deliver. ]
You’re stealing my lines, Reki.
[ can you hear him pouting a little? yeah, langa’s definitely pouting, but he also sounds amused. not for long though, because—well, how can he when reki sounds and acts like the definition of eroticism while sitting prettily on his lap. downright sexy with the way he cries out and wriggles his hips, causing their cocks to brush a little and oh shit, the hint of friction sends langa's hips forward slightly— ]
I wanna make you feel good, so good, Reki. I wanna be the only one who gets to have you like this, to see you like this…
[ when he’s certain that reki’s doing fine with having a finger inside of him, langa begins to explore a little more, sliding in even further until his knuckles meet with reki’s skin. ]
Wanna make you mine, Reki. All mine… Every part of you, I want it… so bad.
[ hit with the sudden urge to witness reki’s reactions, langa trails his lips up the length of reki’s neck before pulling away, just enough so that they’re face-to-face. (and yep, reki even looks the perfect picture for eroticism: still supremely cute but also drop-dead fucking gorgeous.) langa’s heavy gaze searches for any signs of discomfort as he begins to slowly pump his finger in and out of reki’s hole, and still, he continues to silently marvel over the way reki’s walls stubbornly clamp around him whenever he pulls out, causing him to push his finger back in a little harder every time. ]
Feels so good inside you, Reki… With just my finger. Fuck, baby.
[ not too long after that before he adds in a second, which he then curls towards the front just so, purposely searching for something. ]
[ damn straight he stole langa's line. it's only fair after langa co-opted all that delirious, middle of the night sleepover shit he said about infinity way back in the day and reconfigured their entire friendship (?) around it. now reki belongs to langa not just for this life, but all the others too, for as long as time and space exist. so he's taking baby and going to whisper it into langa's ear until he's reborn in every single one of those lives with that sound burned into his psyche. ]
Baby, baby, my baby...
[ his baby. no one else can have him. he means to lift his head up and kiss that pout he can hear in langa's voice off his handsome face, but langa's already making that happen in his slow, reverent way, his lips raising goosebumps on reki's flesh wherever they drift. it's so good like this, reki all frenetic energy and langa as cool and careful as can be, always watching, always putting reki first even though he can feel langa's hips lifting in quiet desperation. ]
Just you. [ he swears, letting langa feel exactly how eagerly he fucks himself on the finger stroking deep inside him, how greedily his body clutches and won't let go. ] No one else, Langa. Just your eyes, your hands, this gorgeous fucking dick—
[ he can't help the way he licks his lips all over again, still tasting langa's flesh there. ]
I always knew it'd be good, baby, you're gonna tear me apart and I'm gonna love it, I'm gonna feel you even when you're gone, gonna be yours—your— Ah. Ah, Langa.
[ and, oh. two fingers now, stuffed so tightly up his hole that he has to close his eyes and swallow and breathe. it's exactly what he needed, that burning ache of his rim stretching taut, and he's shuddering all over even before he feels langa's fingers curl.
and then it's just chaos. langa strikes the hottest spot inside him and reki's legs shake so badly that he would surely tumble if langa didn't have him in his arms. a sound's knocked loose from the deepest part of his chest and he feels his eyes rolling back, his head tilting as gravity becomes too much for his boneless body. it feels wrong and too much but also more amazing than anything he's ever felt before and the only thing he can move now are his grinding hips and all those fluttering muscles inside that guide his fingers right back to where it burns again. ]
[ he may have been pouting about it at first, but he definitely doesn't dislike the way the word baby rolls off reki’s tongue in the cutest, slightly accented manner… langa wouldn't even fight it. he'd yield to reki entirely if that's what he truly wanted. reki is also his baby, after all. and if the english language were up to langa, he would pass over the ownership of the word baby to reki in a heartbeat. the same rule applies for everything else. no matter what, if reki wants it, langa will give it. the sun, the moon, the stars? langa will go above and beyond to procure it all for reki.
as focused as he can be with the force of reki's body fucking himself back on his finger, langa watches every minute expression passing over reki's face while reki assures langa of who he belongs to. yes, no one else can have reki. all of reki is his. heavily transfixed on the drag of reki’s tongue along his red swollen lips, the sight pulls langa in closer like he's being magnetized towards him.
mouth parted at the ready, langa looks a lot like he’s about to go in for a kiss, but instead, he holds back like he's been commanded to listen first, leaning their foreheads together while reki’s words permeate his skin, and streams through his veins. reki’s tight frame is shaking so much over him, looking and sounding so beautifully sweet, so perfect, so amazing, so wonderful, and—oh, even langa looks surprised as reki literally melts in his arms from the moment his fingers drag along the rubbery groove inches deep inside of him. ]
Reki.
[ langa groans as if he were the one being directly affected. in some ways, he is, from reki’s persistent grinding, their cocks rubbing along each other as reki’s heat continues to suck langa’s fingers into that same sweet spot.
fuck, okay. if reki’s going to keep reacting this way, langa’s going to have to change their position so that it’s easier on both of them. fingers slipping out, langa lays reki back on the bed, treating him preciously as he props reki’s head along his pillows. he keeps reki’s legs spread as wide as possible, his free hand resting on a quivering thigh. ]
Liked that, baby? Want me to keep touching you there?
[ he asks as he slips the same two fingers back inside, meeting with less resistance this time. without waiting for an answer, langa rubs along the sensitive area again, and again, mesmerized by the way reki's body convulses uncontrollably around him. while those pleasurable tremors are rushing through reki's frame, langa takes the opportunity to scissor his fingers inside and out, stretching reki even further so that a third can finally join them. ]
So beautiful, Reki. You’re doing so well… Almost there…
[ fuck but he should have known that langa was up to something the way he's looking at him. he'd been so occupied with getting to talk again, filling the quiet of his room with all the secret things born in this bed but never voiced aloud. his blazing blue eyes are the last thing reki sees before he can't open his own anymore, not when he has to temper his entire body to keep from screaming aloud.
no, but he likes the way that langa says his name, like these thundering waves of pleasure are crashing over him just the same. how the hell does langa know to touch him like this? all he can think is the same thing he said before langa started all this—he's made for him, just like that custom-built deck with all its fine tuning and unorthodox mods. it's a comforting thought to fall into while he's falling apart in langa's arms.
and then it's gone. reki makes the brattiest noise he's ever heard from himself, huffed through his nose and droning. ]
Langa.
[ he means to protest as he's laid back down on the bed, really he does. it's just that the sensation of langa moving him again is thrilling now when it's always infuriating if it's someone else. like this, it's not that he's too weak or scrawny to keep from being tossed around—langa's taking care of him, strong and sure and the only one in the world who knows exactly needs. he takes so much care setting reki down and cushioning the back of his head with his pillows that it makes something glow deep in his chest, a new sensation that's warm and familiar and secure. almost makes him want to cry a little. thank god langa doesn't waste any time sliding those fingers right back into him. ]
Oh fuck—
[ it's his job to say that this feels good, that absolutely yes he wants more, he knows that, but it's hard to get the words out when his whole body is clenched around the point of langa's fingers again. his legs fall open easily, inviting langa in as automatically as anything, and there's that heat again, rising enormously. he's shaking so hard that he has to fist his fingers in the sheets to keep himself grounded, but even that hardly works. he's never felt like this before, like something's building and building inside him, hot like a fever and rattling every bone in his body. it's so powerful and langa was good to lay him down, actually, because here he can shake just as much as he needs to without the fear of falling.
he feels so secure that it doesn't even bother him, the idea that langa's watching him sob for every stroke and whimper when his hole is stretched until it aches. something close to sunburn settles over him, from his face down to his shoulders, as langa's touches take him higher and higher. he feels a third finger and his stomach goes so tight from the vertigo feeling of anticipation—close, langa is saying, so close, soon it'll be his cock making him burn like this and reki can't think of anything he wants more in the world. ]
[ reveling in his exclusive front-row seat for the display of reki sobbing and whimpering in his throes of pleasure, langa is thoroughly captivated as he mentally records every single moment perceived from every sense: from the filthy slick noises of his fingers stretching reki’s hole, to the smell of their heat and sweat combined in the air, along with the aberrant shake of reki’s frame as langa’s fingers continue to mercilessly collide into those bundle of nerves—again, and again, and again. ]
Yeah—Okay—
[ his words come out clipped in fear of breaking out of his concentration, or that he might wake up from this wild made-up fantasy that he's certain is too good to be true. but what brings him back to reality is the way his dick throbs desperately for some action, having been neglected all this time while reki mournfully calls for him like a siren, his heated blood rushing down and turning the hard flesh into an angry shade of purple and red, in need of some form of relief, a return of reki's mouth, of his skin, of his fingers, of anything. if langa allows another minute to pass, his dick might just fall off out of sheer fucking frustration.
and so, after langa's a hundred and ten percent certain he’s given enough time in stretching reki out, he gingerly pulls his fingers free and frantically snatches the bottle of lube again, squirting its slippery contents over his fingers before coating his dick. there’s a sudden moment, like the opposite of a light bulb situation, where his brain blares a warning signal over whether or not he should be using a condom for their first time. fuck, this is their first time. damn, did they even have condoms on hand right now? well, reki has been keeping a bottle of lube in his nightstand, but he didn’t bother pulling out any type of protection… and it’s not like reki can get pregnant from any of this, so it should be fine, right? right.
resettling between reki’s thighs, langa lines his lubed cock along reki’s cute puffed up entrance, brushing the hard tip of his dick against the soft pucker as the only show of warning before he slowly pushes inside. ]
Fuck, Reki. Relax, baby.
[ langa's voice comes out overly strained, struggling to keep himself afloat while he's getting sucked into this tight vacuum of heavenly pressure. he’s only got the head of his dick past the warm ring of muscle, and it already feels like he can barely keep it together with how much he's been wanting and waiting for this to happen. his hands are sweaty as he grips onto reki's waist, keeping himself anchored while langa carefully pushes more and more of his dick inside of reki's fluttering hole, patience wearing thin with the need to feel more before he explodes. ]
[ okay, langa says, and reki's body burns bright with the implications of that promise. every stroke's made just a little bit sweeter for it, even if he wishes it was something besides fingers buried so deeply inside him. impatient as he is, he gets it; langa's watching out for him again, making sure he's ready, putting himself out even though reki's doing nothing but begging for it. langa really will forever be the only one—he can't imagine trusting anyone else this much.
he trusts him, but it's still a tense moment when langa pulls away. this is it, reki's thinking as he watches langa wet down his cock. they're going to have sex. it's the one thing there's no going back on, not when langa's gearing up to be the guy who took reki's virginity. forever. and yet no matter how much his mind is trying to find a way to terrify him, it all comes back to how langa's been this entire time. what's the use in being afraid? langa won't hurt him. he won't tease him in the morning and he won't leave him when he's done here. the only way this could possibly move them is closer together.
he's smiling when langa returns to him, his legs parting and lacing securely around his waist to welcome him in. they tighten as the head of langa's cock brushes against the raw, throbbing nerves of his rim—already almost too much, god—but reki keeps a straight face so he's not discouraged. he can do that. he can do anything for langa. ]
Langa... Oh...
[ holy shit, there's no way to prepare for how this feels. langa's thick and hard and no matter how his body tightens, the lubricant greases his way inside anyway. he's helpless but to open up until he's stretched wide open and his whole body is throbbing, but langa's telling him to relax, so that's what he does, taking deep, shaky breaths of air and holding tight to the body atop him. ]
Langa... You're... Oh god, you're inside me.
[ like, yeah, they both obviously know that, but reki can't shake the wonder of this moment anyway. it feels like something he needs langa there for, a moment they have to share as his heels dig against langa's ass, forcing him to keep pushing. it's fine; if he just bears down like he did with langa's fingers, he can sink more and more of that thick cock inside him, until his whole body is humming and twitching, overwhelmed by the beautiful agony of having langa so hard and unyielding and spearing through his flesh. ]
[ after meeting reki for the first time, from being classmates to friends, to best friends, to infinite partners, and to whatever it is that they are now, it seems like the ever-growing development of their relationship from the moment they crossed paths was inevitable. of course, they would end up like this. of course, they would fall… at least for langa, that’s true. falling came easily to them; they’ve learned first-hand that it’s not something to be scared of. it comes with the thrill of adrenaline and excitement, of learning something new and having fun. and langa had learned pretty early on that falling for reki is all of that and more. sure, he found skating extremely fun, as fun as snowboarding had been when his father was still around. but the truth is, if he had been introduced to the world of skateboarding by someone else, it wouldn’t have been the same. like the epiphany he had when he went up against great skaters—it's just… not right, not when he doesn't have reki.
skating is fun because langa met reki. and langa's life is better and brighter all thanks to him.
that is why, sharing this intimate moment with reki, getting pulled in by that easy-going smile, by his tight body, legs locked around langa’s waist—everything about this feels so right. so perfect. as cheesy as it is to say, even if it’s just in his mind, it feels like everything that's been leading up to this was meant to be. and the emotion sweeps through langa so strongly that he almost tears up from the mix of pleasure and love that he feels for the boy laying under him. ]
Reki, reki, reki…
[ he whispers his name over and over, reverent as he leans down, shortening the distance between their faces. one hand moves up to plant on the bed, supporting himself as he shifts forward, easing his cock inside more--more, more, and more, until there’s nothing left for him to give. up to his hilt, langa pauses for breath, jaw slack from the constant volcanic compression around his cock. reki feels so, fucking, good—it’s actually insane that langa’s lasting this long without jackhammering into him like what his lower body is screaming for. with nowhere to hide, reki can probably feel every throb and twitch, signifying how shamelessly eager langa's cock is to be housed inside of his core. ]
You feel amazing, Reki. Fuck, you’re… clamping… so tight. It doesn’t hurt, does it, baby?
[ langa’s blue eyes desperately search for any sign of pain or discomfort. his hand that had been gripping at reki’s waist smooths its way up heated skin, pausing for a second to grant a bit of attention over his chest, thumbing at a nipple, like a promise, before moving higher and framing reki’s jaw with his hand. ]
Reki… I’m so happy…
[ and just like that, langa’s actually tearing up for real this time, overwhelmed from how perfect it feels to be like this with the only person he’s ever fallen for. ]
[ it feels like it's endless. langa is just slipping inch after inch under his skin and reki's terrified that it will be too much, that he won't be able to handle it all. but that fear only lasts a second; there's very little he can't handle when it comes to his body, after all, and langa's up above him, whispering his name like a prayer. no one who says his name like that will ever condemn him for running out of space inside to hold him, but god, he wants to, he just wants to be a place where langa can bury himself forever.
he forces himself to keep his eyes open, even as his jaw is creaking wide open, even as his whole body trembles, too full to keep still. it hurts, but it doesn't hurt at the same time, it's too much and not enough, it's driving him out of his mind. and all he can think of is how this must feel for langa, so hungry for it and so carefully making a place for himself between reki's legs. he'll get his, reki thinks. he'll make langa feel like the luckiest man in the world the second his steady work is done.
and then it is done. langa's hips are flush against his ass and reki realizes that he did it, he took all of it. now they can do this forever, now all of his worries are assuaged—just like in every other way, langa is a perfect fit. he's still so excited, chewing on his lip as he works his muscles inside, and fuck, but that makes his eyes roll back too, his leg kicking involuntarily when it hits him square in the gut how full and deeply-impaled he is. he'd just drown in it if it wasn't for langa, beautiful langa, with his burning blue eyes, watching over him even now. ]
No. No, it's... I just.... I want to feel it.
[ that's why he's a riot inside, his walls closing and shuddering and imprinting upon that perfect shape inside him. this is where langa belongs. he has to make sure every corner of his body remembers that. he feels so perfect right now that they're fit this way together, and he's never, ever felt that way before. now it's an inarguable truth, and he feels the back of his throat begin to cloud with all the emotion rising from his stomach, swallowing roughly.
that might have kept the tears at bay, maybe, probably not, but then he feels wetness dropping on his face from up above. before he can even tell what's happening, his arms wrap around langa to bring him even closer, and the next breath he takes is shaky, breathy. ]
I'm... Langa, I'm...
[ oh, no. his face is hot now, his eyes burning. if he speaks now, he won't be able to stop sobbing, but it's important. langa's a thousand times more important than something as silly as pride. anyway, it's langa's fault for starting it; whatever emotions langa feels, reki can never help but to amplify them, until he's gasping through his tears: ]
[ being intimate with reki is something langa’s dreamt of doing for so long. sometimes, it's not just sex. it's about being together forever, skating and living out the rest of their lives, to infinity and beyond. but other times... it is about sex, normally filthy like every porno he's ever seen, but sweeter; like downing an entire bottle of maple syrup sweeter. and by the end, it never fails to fuel langa's desire for more. now that he’s here, actually physically inside of the boy of his dreams, langa feels shamefully unprepared for the staggering amount of pleasure surrounding his cock.
is this normal? the way reki’s insides keep pressing down around him, gripping and squeezing and clenching on tight. fuck, it’s too much; how this slick sweet hell keeps pushing langa closer to the the edge of delirium. is sex always like this or is he truly the luckiest man alive? was reki’s ass made to be exclusively fucked into by langa’s cock or is langa simply intoxicated from the concept of this being their first time? now that langa’s had a taste, it’s about to get more difficult for him not to think about doing this every single day.
and to think, they’ve barely just begun— ]
How do I feel?
[ he whispers, almost anxious to learn if he's anywhere near reki's expectations. not like reki even has anything to compare him with, but langa can’t help but be curious over whether or not reki feels exactly the same as he does—that this feels just as perfect for him.
oh. okay. reki… reki says it first. he loves langa. he loves him. so much, he says! it might seem presumptuous (read: it is), but langa's always had an inkling that he wasn’t the only one who felt this way. he just never realized how different it is hearing the confession being said out loud. with reki’s arms wrapped around him, bringing langa in closer, he uses this moment to bury his deeply scarlet face along the curve of reki’s neck.
reki loves him. with a deep moan, langa grinds deeper inside of reki, reaching his innermost parts no one’s ever been before. his face is still wet from crying, but the burgeoning pleasure becomes much too difficult to bear. langa’s hips begin to rock back and forth, skin slapping soundly against reki’s ass. fuck, he really said it. finally, langa knows how he feels. reki loves him. he truly does love langa, after all. ]
Reki, Reki. I love you, Reki. I love you so much, Reki. I love you… I love you.
[ loving reki comes easily to langa, and as it turns out, so does fucking him. it could be instinct or it could be the way their bodies are so naturally in sync. langa's no longer afraid that he might be hurting reki anymore, because somehow, possibly through the invisible string that connects them, langa knows that reki can handle this and more—he knows he can make reki feel even better this way. the mere thought inspires langa to thrust in and out of that silky heat even faster, picking up the pace like he’s trying to make up for lost time. ]
[ that should be it for new sensations, right? he's taken an entire dick—langa's, even, who makes him look scrawny in almost every way—and that should be all she wrote. but no, he's not even remotely prepared for what it feels like when it's sliding out of him, his whole body clenching violently as all that texture and heat grinds against that place inside him that makes everything burn so, so hot.
he's got no chance to do anything but keep working himself up. it's all overwhelming emotions and sensations that climb and climb and climb with every thrust of langa's cock. every breath he takes is a wet gasp and every time he exhales, it's to sob and repeat langa's name in his hoarse, broken voice. it all feels so good, too good—fuck, he never answered langa's question. ]
It's perfect, it's— Ahhhh fuck, it's— Langa, you feel it, like it was made for me, I love it, baby, I love you—
[ his heels dig in harder, his toes curling as langa pounds into him. his dick is a sticky mess between them; he's always been a little on the wetter side and every time langa fills him back up again, so full of cock he feels like he's about to burst, he can feel more wetness pooling on his stomach. if this is his life forever, just dripping endlessly while langa beats himself against his ass, he won't complain. he could really do without the crying, though.
it's just so hard to stop. he's known, probably for a lot longer than he's even aware, that langa wanted this from him. ignoring all the hang-ups he had about it in the beginning, it's something he can give langa, the flimsiest of repayment for all his solidarity and relentlessness and unconditional love. and he can give this to him again and again, letting him into this place where there's no question at all whether or not reki loves him just as much, not when his whole body is screaming just to hold him.
so he keeps sobbing, keeps spilling those parts of his heart that are so stubborn about stepping into the light any time that isn't now. ]
I've always— It's always been you, you're mine and I can't— Hah, shit, I need you with me, please, I'm yours and— I'm so fucking in love with you and— and I wanna be on top, Langa, please.
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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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and with reki running his mouth and stealing his newly given pet name, as distracting as it all is, langa welcomes just how fucking hot reki sounds, and how his words effectively deliver. ]
You’re stealing my lines, Reki.
[ can you hear him pouting a little? yeah, langa’s definitely pouting, but he also sounds amused. not for long though, because—well, how can he when reki sounds and acts like the definition of eroticism while sitting prettily on his lap. downright sexy with the way he cries out and wriggles his hips, causing their cocks to brush a little and oh shit, the hint of friction sends langa's hips forward slightly— ]
I wanna make you feel good, so good, Reki. I wanna be the only one who gets to have you like this, to see you like this…
[ when he’s certain that reki’s doing fine with having a finger inside of him, langa begins to explore a little more, sliding in even further until his knuckles meet with reki’s skin. ]
Wanna make you mine, Reki. All mine… Every part of you, I want it… so bad.
[ hit with the sudden urge to witness reki’s reactions, langa trails his lips up the length of reki’s neck before pulling away, just enough so that they’re face-to-face. (and yep, reki even looks the perfect picture for eroticism: still supremely cute but also drop-dead fucking gorgeous.) langa’s heavy gaze searches for any signs of discomfort as he begins to slowly pump his finger in and out of reki’s hole, and still, he continues to silently marvel over the way reki’s walls stubbornly clamp around him whenever he pulls out, causing him to push his finger back in a little harder every time. ]
Feels so good inside you, Reki… With just my finger. Fuck, baby.
[ not too long after that before he adds in a second, which he then curls towards the front just so, purposely searching for something. ]
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Baby, baby, my baby...
[ his baby. no one else can have him. he means to lift his head up and kiss that pout he can hear in langa's voice off his handsome face, but langa's already making that happen in his slow, reverent way, his lips raising goosebumps on reki's flesh wherever they drift. it's so good like this, reki all frenetic energy and langa as cool and careful as can be, always watching, always putting reki first even though he can feel langa's hips lifting in quiet desperation. ]
Just you. [ he swears, letting langa feel exactly how eagerly he fucks himself on the finger stroking deep inside him, how greedily his body clutches and won't let go. ] No one else, Langa. Just your eyes, your hands, this gorgeous fucking dick—
[ he can't help the way he licks his lips all over again, still tasting langa's flesh there. ]
I always knew it'd be good, baby, you're gonna tear me apart and I'm gonna love it, I'm gonna feel you even when you're gone, gonna be yours—your— Ah. Ah, Langa.
[ and, oh. two fingers now, stuffed so tightly up his hole that he has to close his eyes and swallow and breathe. it's exactly what he needed, that burning ache of his rim stretching taut, and he's shuddering all over even before he feels langa's fingers curl.
and then it's just chaos. langa strikes the hottest spot inside him and reki's legs shake so badly that he would surely tumble if langa didn't have him in his arms. a sound's knocked loose from the deepest part of his chest and he feels his eyes rolling back, his head tilting as gravity becomes too much for his boneless body. it feels wrong and too much but also more amazing than anything he's ever felt before and the only thing he can move now are his grinding hips and all those fluttering muscles inside that guide his fingers right back to where it burns again. ]
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as focused as he can be with the force of reki's body fucking himself back on his finger, langa watches every minute expression passing over reki's face while reki assures langa of who he belongs to. yes, no one else can have reki. all of reki is his. heavily transfixed on the drag of reki’s tongue along his red swollen lips, the sight pulls langa in closer like he's being magnetized towards him.
mouth parted at the ready, langa looks a lot like he’s about to go in for a kiss, but instead, he holds back like he's been commanded to listen first, leaning their foreheads together while reki’s words permeate his skin, and streams through his veins. reki’s tight frame is shaking so much over him, looking and sounding so beautifully sweet, so perfect, so amazing, so wonderful, and—oh, even langa looks surprised as reki literally melts in his arms from the moment his fingers drag along the rubbery groove inches deep inside of him. ]
Reki.
[ langa groans as if he were the one being directly affected. in some ways, he is, from reki’s persistent grinding, their cocks rubbing along each other as reki’s heat continues to suck langa’s fingers into that same sweet spot.
fuck, okay. if reki’s going to keep reacting this way, langa’s going to have to change their position so that it’s easier on both of them. fingers slipping out, langa lays reki back on the bed, treating him preciously as he props reki’s head along his pillows. he keeps reki’s legs spread as wide as possible, his free hand resting on a quivering thigh. ]
Liked that, baby? Want me to keep touching you there?
[ he asks as he slips the same two fingers back inside, meeting with less resistance this time. without waiting for an answer, langa rubs along the sensitive area again, and again, mesmerized by the way reki's body convulses uncontrollably around him. while those pleasurable tremors are rushing through reki's frame, langa takes the opportunity to scissor his fingers inside and out, stretching reki even further so that a third can finally join them. ]
So beautiful, Reki. You’re doing so well… Almost there…
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no, but he likes the way that langa says his name, like these thundering waves of pleasure are crashing over him just the same. how the hell does langa know to touch him like this? all he can think is the same thing he said before langa started all this—he's made for him, just like that custom-built deck with all its fine tuning and unorthodox mods. it's a comforting thought to fall into while he's falling apart in langa's arms.
and then it's gone. reki makes the brattiest noise he's ever heard from himself, huffed through his nose and droning. ]
Langa.
[ he means to protest as he's laid back down on the bed, really he does. it's just that the sensation of langa moving him again is thrilling now when it's always infuriating if it's someone else. like this, it's not that he's too weak or scrawny to keep from being tossed around—langa's taking care of him, strong and sure and the only one in the world who knows exactly needs. he takes so much care setting reki down and cushioning the back of his head with his pillows that it makes something glow deep in his chest, a new sensation that's warm and familiar and secure. almost makes him want to cry a little. thank god langa doesn't waste any time sliding those fingers right back into him. ]
Oh fuck—
[ it's his job to say that this feels good, that absolutely yes he wants more, he knows that, but it's hard to get the words out when his whole body is clenched around the point of langa's fingers again. his legs fall open easily, inviting langa in as automatically as anything, and there's that heat again, rising enormously. he's shaking so hard that he has to fist his fingers in the sheets to keep himself grounded, but even that hardly works. he's never felt like this before, like something's building and building inside him, hot like a fever and rattling every bone in his body. it's so powerful and langa was good to lay him down, actually, because here he can shake just as much as he needs to without the fear of falling.
he feels so secure that it doesn't even bother him, the idea that langa's watching him sob for every stroke and whimper when his hole is stretched until it aches. something close to sunburn settles over him, from his face down to his shoulders, as langa's touches take him higher and higher. he feels a third finger and his stomach goes so tight from the vertigo feeling of anticipation—close, langa is saying, so close, soon it'll be his cock making him burn like this and reki can't think of anything he wants more in the world. ]
Want it— Fuck me— Langa—
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Yeah—Okay—
[ his words come out clipped in fear of breaking out of his concentration, or that he might wake up from this wild made-up fantasy that he's certain is too good to be true. but what brings him back to reality is the way his dick throbs desperately for some action, having been neglected all this time while reki mournfully calls for him like a siren, his heated blood rushing down and turning the hard flesh into an angry shade of purple and red, in need of some form of relief, a return of reki's mouth, of his skin, of his fingers, of anything. if langa allows another minute to pass, his dick might just fall off out of sheer fucking frustration.
and so, after langa's a hundred and ten percent certain he’s given enough time in stretching reki out, he gingerly pulls his fingers free and frantically snatches the bottle of lube again, squirting its slippery contents over his fingers before coating his dick. there’s a sudden moment, like the opposite of a light bulb situation, where his brain blares a warning signal over whether or not he should be using a condom for their first time. fuck, this is their first time. damn, did they even have condoms on hand right now? well, reki has been keeping a bottle of lube in his nightstand, but he didn’t bother pulling out any type of protection… and it’s not like reki can get pregnant from any of this, so it should be fine, right? right.
resettling between reki’s thighs, langa lines his lubed cock along reki’s cute puffed up entrance, brushing the hard tip of his dick against the soft pucker as the only show of warning before he slowly pushes inside. ]
Fuck, Reki. Relax, baby.
[ langa's voice comes out overly strained, struggling to keep himself afloat while he's getting sucked into this tight vacuum of heavenly pressure. he’s only got the head of his dick past the warm ring of muscle, and it already feels like he can barely keep it together with how much he's been wanting and waiting for this to happen. his hands are sweaty as he grips onto reki's waist, keeping himself anchored while langa carefully pushes more and more of his dick inside of reki's fluttering hole, patience wearing thin with the need to feel more before he explodes. ]
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he trusts him, but it's still a tense moment when langa pulls away. this is it, reki's thinking as he watches langa wet down his cock. they're going to have sex. it's the one thing there's no going back on, not when langa's gearing up to be the guy who took reki's virginity. forever. and yet no matter how much his mind is trying to find a way to terrify him, it all comes back to how langa's been this entire time. what's the use in being afraid? langa won't hurt him. he won't tease him in the morning and he won't leave him when he's done here. the only way this could possibly move them is closer together.
he's smiling when langa returns to him, his legs parting and lacing securely around his waist to welcome him in. they tighten as the head of langa's cock brushes against the raw, throbbing nerves of his rim—already almost too much, god—but reki keeps a straight face so he's not discouraged. he can do that. he can do anything for langa. ]
Langa... Oh...
[ holy shit, there's no way to prepare for how this feels. langa's thick and hard and no matter how his body tightens, the lubricant greases his way inside anyway. he's helpless but to open up until he's stretched wide open and his whole body is throbbing, but langa's telling him to relax, so that's what he does, taking deep, shaky breaths of air and holding tight to the body atop him. ]
Langa... You're... Oh god, you're inside me.
[ like, yeah, they both obviously know that, but reki can't shake the wonder of this moment anyway. it feels like something he needs langa there for, a moment they have to share as his heels dig against langa's ass, forcing him to keep pushing. it's fine; if he just bears down like he did with langa's fingers, he can sink more and more of that thick cock inside him, until his whole body is humming and twitching, overwhelmed by the beautiful agony of having langa so hard and unyielding and spearing through his flesh. ]
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skating is fun because langa met reki. and langa's life is better and brighter all thanks to him.
that is why, sharing this intimate moment with reki, getting pulled in by that easy-going smile, by his tight body, legs locked around langa’s waist—everything about this feels so right. so perfect. as cheesy as it is to say, even if it’s just in his mind, it feels like everything that's been leading up to this was meant to be. and the emotion sweeps through langa so strongly that he almost tears up from the mix of pleasure and love that he feels for the boy laying under him. ]
Reki, reki, reki…
[ he whispers his name over and over, reverent as he leans down, shortening the distance between their faces. one hand moves up to plant on the bed, supporting himself as he shifts forward, easing his cock inside more--more, more, and more, until there’s nothing left for him to give. up to his hilt, langa pauses for breath, jaw slack from the constant volcanic compression around his cock. reki feels so, fucking, good—it’s actually insane that langa’s lasting this long without jackhammering into him like what his lower body is screaming for. with nowhere to hide, reki can probably feel every throb and twitch, signifying how shamelessly eager langa's cock is to be housed inside of his core. ]
You feel amazing, Reki. Fuck, you’re… clamping… so tight. It doesn’t hurt, does it, baby?
[ langa’s blue eyes desperately search for any sign of pain or discomfort. his hand that had been gripping at reki’s waist smooths its way up heated skin, pausing for a second to grant a bit of attention over his chest, thumbing at a nipple, like a promise, before moving higher and framing reki’s jaw with his hand. ]
Reki… I’m so happy…
[ and just like that, langa’s actually tearing up for real this time, overwhelmed from how perfect it feels to be like this with the only person he’s ever fallen for. ]
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he forces himself to keep his eyes open, even as his jaw is creaking wide open, even as his whole body trembles, too full to keep still. it hurts, but it doesn't hurt at the same time, it's too much and not enough, it's driving him out of his mind. and all he can think of is how this must feel for langa, so hungry for it and so carefully making a place for himself between reki's legs. he'll get his, reki thinks. he'll make langa feel like the luckiest man in the world the second his steady work is done.
and then it is done. langa's hips are flush against his ass and reki realizes that he did it, he took all of it. now they can do this forever, now all of his worries are assuaged—just like in every other way, langa is a perfect fit. he's still so excited, chewing on his lip as he works his muscles inside, and fuck, but that makes his eyes roll back too, his leg kicking involuntarily when it hits him square in the gut how full and deeply-impaled he is. he'd just drown in it if it wasn't for langa, beautiful langa, with his burning blue eyes, watching over him even now. ]
No. No, it's... I just.... I want to feel it.
[ that's why he's a riot inside, his walls closing and shuddering and imprinting upon that perfect shape inside him. this is where langa belongs. he has to make sure every corner of his body remembers that. he feels so perfect right now that they're fit this way together, and he's never, ever felt that way before. now it's an inarguable truth, and he feels the back of his throat begin to cloud with all the emotion rising from his stomach, swallowing roughly.
that might have kept the tears at bay, maybe, probably not, but then he feels wetness dropping on his face from up above. before he can even tell what's happening, his arms wrap around langa to bring him even closer, and the next breath he takes is shaky, breathy. ]
I'm... Langa, I'm...
[ oh, no. his face is hot now, his eyes burning. if he speaks now, he won't be able to stop sobbing, but it's important. langa's a thousand times more important than something as silly as pride. anyway, it's langa's fault for starting it; whatever emotions langa feels, reki can never help but to amplify them, until he's gasping through his tears: ]
Langa, I love you so much.
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is this normal? the way reki’s insides keep pressing down around him, gripping and squeezing and clenching on tight. fuck, it’s too much; how this slick sweet hell keeps pushing langa closer to the the edge of delirium. is sex always like this or is he truly the luckiest man alive? was reki’s ass made to be exclusively fucked into by langa’s cock or is langa simply intoxicated from the concept of this being their first time? now that langa’s had a taste, it’s about to get more difficult for him not to think about doing this every single day.
and to think, they’ve barely just begun— ]
How do I feel?
[ he whispers, almost anxious to learn if he's anywhere near reki's expectations. not like reki even has anything to compare him with, but langa can’t help but be curious over whether or not reki feels exactly the same as he does—that this feels just as perfect for him.
oh. okay. reki… reki says it first. he loves langa. he loves him. so much, he says! it might seem presumptuous (read: it is), but langa's always had an inkling that he wasn’t the only one who felt this way. he just never realized how different it is hearing the confession being said out loud. with reki’s arms wrapped around him, bringing langa in closer, he uses this moment to bury his deeply scarlet face along the curve of reki’s neck.
reki loves him. with a deep moan, langa grinds deeper inside of reki, reaching his innermost parts no one’s ever been before. his face is still wet from crying, but the burgeoning pleasure becomes much too difficult to bear. langa’s hips begin to rock back and forth, skin slapping soundly against reki’s ass. fuck, he really said it. finally, langa knows how he feels. reki loves him. he truly does love langa, after all. ]
Reki, Reki. I love you, Reki. I love you so much, Reki. I love you… I love you.
[ loving reki comes easily to langa, and as it turns out, so does fucking him. it could be instinct or it could be the way their bodies are so naturally in sync. langa's no longer afraid that he might be hurting reki anymore, because somehow, possibly through the invisible string that connects them, langa knows that reki can handle this and more—he knows he can make reki feel even better this way. the mere thought inspires langa to thrust in and out of that silky heat even faster, picking up the pace like he’s trying to make up for lost time. ]
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he's got no chance to do anything but keep working himself up. it's all overwhelming emotions and sensations that climb and climb and climb with every thrust of langa's cock. every breath he takes is a wet gasp and every time he exhales, it's to sob and repeat langa's name in his hoarse, broken voice. it all feels so good, too good—fuck, he never answered langa's question. ]
It's perfect, it's— Ahhhh fuck, it's— Langa, you feel it, like it was made for me, I love it, baby, I love you—
[ his heels dig in harder, his toes curling as langa pounds into him. his dick is a sticky mess between them; he's always been a little on the wetter side and every time langa fills him back up again, so full of cock he feels like he's about to burst, he can feel more wetness pooling on his stomach. if this is his life forever, just dripping endlessly while langa beats himself against his ass, he won't complain. he could really do without the crying, though.
it's just so hard to stop. he's known, probably for a lot longer than he's even aware, that langa wanted this from him. ignoring all the hang-ups he had about it in the beginning, it's something he can give langa, the flimsiest of repayment for all his solidarity and relentlessness and unconditional love. and he can give this to him again and again, letting him into this place where there's no question at all whether or not reki loves him just as much, not when his whole body is screaming just to hold him.
so he keeps sobbing, keeps spilling those parts of his heart that are so stubborn about stepping into the light any time that isn't now. ]
I've always— It's always been you, you're mine and I can't— Hah, shit, I need you with me, please, I'm yours and— I'm so fucking in love with you and— and I wanna be on top, Langa, please.
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