You're biased. [ He grins just to show how little he cares about that. Langa has often been accused of living in his own little world, not really connecting with people around him. Reki had blown right through the walls he'd constructed without being aware of them, though, and made a home in that little world right next to Langa. Now, they can be apart from reality without being lonely.
Humming, he doesn't really consider the question because Reki makes it clear he's going to suggest something else, and Langa wants to see what that is. He sucks in a soft breath when his hands are pinned to the bed, sighs even more contently at the shift of their bodies and feeling Reki's pressing down on him. There are so many things that Langa wants, but right now, whatever this is feels like the best choice. ] I want you, Reki. That's all I need.
[ maybe reki looks like he knows what he's doing on the outside, but all he really knows is that masochists also like this restraint stuff. he'd forgotten to add that part when he was defining it for langa. but that's okay; he can just go for it and feel out his reaction along the way.
so far, looking pretty positive. langa doesn't struggle or flinch, and that soft little gasp seems to confirm that this is good vibes only. reki jerks langa's hands up over his head, grasping his wrists together and pinning them soundly. honestly, langa could overpower him at any second and without much difficulty at all, but that's not what it's about, right? the way langa described it, it's all mental, all about the connection between them.
he uses his newly-liberated hand to reach for the headband around his neck, dragging it over his head. ]
I've got a lot to give. You can still ask. You can ask me for anything and I'll always be in your corner, no matter what. I promise.
[ mm. well. with one small caveat, issued as he's looping his headband around langa's wrists and tethering it to the headboard. ]
Except for right now, because I'm gonna make you come til you scream.
[ It would be possible for him to overpower Reki, true, but he knows how strong he can be as well. The fact that he doesn't feel trapped just speaks to the trust that he has in Reki; as strong as they both are, neither would hold onto the other if there was any indication they wanted to stop. Langa doesn't want to, and in fact really wants to keep going to see where Reki plans to take this. He bites back a moan while watching him pull off the headband, originally planned to be used against Reki, now being used on Langa as if in punishment for abandoning his long-forgotten plan. ]
But I want everything. I want your infinity.
[ It's still cheesy to say, but it feels less and less embarrassing every time. In light of them confessing that they were in love, their personal brand of the infinite seems appropriate to bring up again. He'll never let Reki forget it, either.
Langa gasps as his hands are tied above his head, tugging to feel how secure they are. His heart is racing, but not with fear—he's excited to know Reki can absolutely ravish him and there's nothing Langa can do to stop him (as if he would even try.) Moaning at what sounds like the sexiest threat in existence, Langa spreads his legs to invite Reki closer. ]
[ that word makes reki's lips curl. it's not just the word or the memory that it invokes—it's still so endearing that langa remembered it in the first place. nothing he's ever said has had such an impact on someone that they ruminate on it for months, only to turn it into a thing that they can share together.
he slips between langa's thighs, but leans more to the right side, keeping the center of langa's body clear for his stroking hands. just in case, he checks the band around langa's wrists, slipping his fingers between his skin and the fabric to ensure it isn't cutting off circulation or something. but he can do that while he leans in to nip at langa's lips, licking over them like that'll erase the sting. ]
You're adorable, you know that? How could I give you anything less than my infinity when you're so amazing?
[ there's a lot of slack in that tie, more than enough to be reassuring. but he's still got last time on his mind, no matter what langa said about it. this time, he'll go slower, be more careful, he'll learn what to do and what not to do. starting with introducing his touch to langa's chest, petting, roaming, stroking lightly over one of langa's nipples to let him feel what it's like to squirm under restraint. ]
[ Langa is definitely far beyond gone for Reki, a fact that’s highlighted by how excited he can get for something as simple as his fingers slipping over the pulse point in his wrist as the checked the restraint. It feels incredibly intimate, a place that’s so small and far from private but he can’t think of anyone ever touching. It makes his body hum, both aroused and content. He knows those will shift out of balance soon enough, but for the moment, he sinks into both feelings.
Humming a meaningless reply, he leans into the kisses and tests the way his arms and shoulders stretch as he shifts. He likes how tight his muscles feel through his shoulders and back, all the way down his sides. Is that being a masochist? He’s going to need to look into all of that more later when he’s not being distracted by wandering hands. Reki has impeccable aim for the places that make him sigh and squirm, the brushes to his nipples drawing Langa up like he’s being pulled in by a magnet. His back arches and he gasps at the way his body feels with his hands tied in place to accentuate the bow of his spine. ]
Good, Reki. [ He searches for his lips, leaning sideways towards him and wishing Reki would pin the rest of his body in place with his hips. ] Feels good.
[ for now, this is perfect. sad as it is to bind langa's hands, there's a sort of rush inherent in touching him and knowing that he can do nothing but feel, that he's allowing this in the first place.
it isn't like the bondage does much, anyway. langa's still a sight, responding to every one of reki's touches, no matter how small and unimportant he thinks they are. his body turns fluid beneath reki, working against his hands in a way that leaves him breathless. the kiss he presses to langa's lips lasts only a moment; he can't take his eyes off of langa for any longer than that. ]
Wow... [ his first instinct whenever langa does something incredible has always been to capture it with his camera, ever since that first day on his deck in the park. it strikes him now, the idea of having this moment forever. maybe someday. ] You look...
[ is there a word for it? he's not sure that there is, not when he's sliding his rough hands over langa's endlessly long legs, hitching one of them over his shoulder. he's spent time here, sure, but never like this, enjoying the shape of his calves and his thighs as he covers them with slow-climbing kisses. ]
sorry for being slow compared to before, work sucks
[ The kiss is a breath of fresh air, grounding Langa in the familiar shape of Reki's lips even as they tread out into unknown waters. There is still so much that he knows and understands, from the weight of Reki's hands to the tempo of his heartbeat—yet there's a lot they're trying tonight for the first time. He thinks, not for the first time and probably not the last, that he trusts Reki more than anyone else in the world. He may feel like putty in his hands, but those hands are the only ones Langa would trust to hold him in the first place. ]
Hm? [ He does wonder how he looks, certain that it's better in Reki's eyes than it would be his own. Langa doesn't think he's unattractive, but he's used to looking at his body as a tool, like any piece of equipment for a sport that needs to be maintained. Reki, however, looks at him in an entirely different light when they're together like this, and it makes Langa curious. ] How?
[ He also wants to hear more of Reki's voice, always listening whenever he rambles about a new kind of wheel or a cool video or anything else it may be. It's another way to ground himself as he's opened up and moved just how Reki wants, shivering at the kisses pressed against such sensitive and often untouched parts of skin. ]
[ reki's good at talking, yeah, but he's not a pro when it comes to this kind of talk. that's problem #1. add to it that he has to filter the words he does know down to what he knows langa will understand and he's only got a few to choose from. sure, he could explain the ones that don't land, but he wants them to have impact. he wants langa to feel them just the same as he feels reki's touch. ]
You take my breath away. Like this, you're...
[ he drags his lips up langa's thigh, pausing at the inner curve, where the skin is thin, more sensitive. one hand raises to cup langa's hip, stroking softly—possessively, fitting perfectly into a familiar place. again, the word he wants won't work. he talks around it, his voice a low rumble against langa's skin. ]
... like a spell. I can't look away. You're tied up but you're so beautiful right now that I'm the one who's caught. Need you... [ he says, and bites cruelly into langa's thigh, easing the ache immediately with a suckling kiss. he lets all the wetness in his mouth well up, lets it drip down langa's flesh so that he can lick it up again with a slow pass of his tongue. ]
[ Reki is very good at talking and is honestly one reason Langa’s vocabulary has expanded so far since moving to Okinawa. He appreciates when he simplifies his words, though, especially in moments like this when Langa’s mind isn’t in learning mode and instead zones out to let his body and its sensations take over any and all brain function. Case in point, Reki’s lips rub against his almost-ticklish inner thigh, his hand holds his hip in a familiar grasp, and Langa focuses on how good those things feel rather than trying to parse Japanese poetry—hell, he’d probably fail to understand high levels of English at this point.
Humming softly, he holds back his urge to refute the compliments but can’t hold back the way they make him blush. Reki is so sweet even in the midst of sex, and it’s one reason all of this works. He can be as dominating and demanding as he wants, but Langa knows that beneath it all is his boyfriend who cares about him deeply and wants them to share everything together. Reki bites into his leg like a perfect example of all this, and Langa’s body lights up with pain and pleasure. He gasps, the sound melting into a moan as Reki introduces him to yet another wonderful feeling that’s instantly addicting.
He can feel himself slipping back towards that space he’d entered unwittingly before, body tingling and head floating. Now that he’s aware of it and knows that Reki will be right there at his side, he’s far more welcoming of the sensation and is freed from the instinct to fight it. ] Need you, Reki.
[ reki leans into that word, because langa had suffered when he'd said its opposite, so the reverse must be true. saying yes to langa about everything is exactly what he wants anyway; it comes so much more naturally to him than the cold, stoic games that they were playing before. there's nothing cold or serious about his feelings for langa—they're more like the surface of the sun, burning so hot that he can feel them warm on his skin even when they are apart.
but here, like this, he's burning alive. langa's voice, his sharp breath, the way he moves under reki's teeth, all of it is more of a marvel than he could ever imagine. it's like watching him skate; he's seen every move a thousand times but he can never, ever look away. it's always just as amazing as the first time. ]
I'm here. I'm right here with you.
[ he latches on to the bite he's left, suckling and passing his tongue over the flesh between his teeth in rough, furious licks. he has a new thought in his head, of langa alone, discovering all these marks reki's leaving on his skin, so he does the same to his other thigh, to his hip, and on and on. his teeth dig in and his tongue lashes and lashes and lashes until it comes away with the taste of copper. ]
[ Such a simple word, yet Langa moans as Reki stretches it out into its own elaborate meaning. Yes he's right there with Langa, yes he'll spoil him with his touch, yes he loves him. Yes yes yes. Langa has never thought of himself as someone who is weak for praise, but this affirmation lights him up and makes him bite back soft whimpers for more. After the time when they'd been apart—after losing someone again even if it wasn't the same as the loss of his father and snowboarding and Canada and every tie he'd had to his identity—Langa wants every reminder of Reki being there with him. He soaks up the words and craves the touches and longs for the marks. ]
Reki. [ It comes as a sigh, then again as a shout when Reki bites into his thigh again. He's felt Reki's hands on his legs before, but this is entirely different—possessive and overwhelming with its combination of pleasure and pain. Langa never could have guessed that he'd be feeling this way, nor reacting so strongly, yet he writhes on the bed and lifts his hips closer to Reki in a wordless ploy for more. His cock twitches with each bite of Reki's teeth and he nearly comes when he finally breaks skin but backs away simply because it startles him. God, he really is a masochist, but hopefully Reki is okay with that—more light-headed than ever, Langa won't be able to resist the next orgasm when it comes. ]
[ he doesn't mean to break skin—at least, not at first. langa can be sensitive about blood sometimes and giving it a shot right now, when he's tied up and emotionally compromised, doesn't seem like the best idea, no matter how his hips are offering themselves up for more. the first thing he does is check on langa, running his fingers over his throat, his face, his hands. but his skin feels nice and warm, feverish even, everywhere he checks, so reki smiles down at him and says: ]
Good, baby. God, you're so good.
[ low and sweet and pleased. while he's here, he wants to see if the same is true if he suckles down a tab of skin from langa's throat, a nice, slow progression of building pressure. his fingers drop so that he can time the flash of his teeth, the relentless digging of his tongue, with his fingers squeezing one of his nipples, rubbing and pinching the flesh between his thumb and forefinger. now he knows the fastest way to draw that taste out of langa's skin—and it's a little intoxicating, despite all the other inclinations he has to shield langa from pain. but there's no mistaking the way he groans when that bitter tang of blood hits his tongue again, his fingers tightening around the nipple in his grasp, his throat rumbling in pleasure. ]
[ It's true that the sight of his own blood can be startling, but it's mainly because he isn't used to it. The important thing is that Reki knows this, as he knows so many things about Langa now both intimately and publically. Sometimes, it feels like he knows Langa better than either of them know themselves even. The important thing right now is that everything feels good, whether or not the touch is inherently pleasant or not. When Reki follows that up by calling Langa good, it further heightens the feeling that this is perfect and everything is as it should be.
Mumbling Reki's name in reply, Langa starts to lose himself bit by bit as Reki climbs higher up his body. A dull, distant part of him wonders if the marks will last until tomorrow, if maybe he'll be able to pull down the neck of his shirt at school and see the reminders. It will make all of this feel real and keep Reki with him even in those moments they have to be apart. That in itself is thrilling, given the longer they date, the less Langa wants to be alone without Reki there with him.
Then Reki goes in for the kill with Langa's nipples. Of all the parts of his body to be so sensitive, he never would have guessed that his chest would be a weak spot for him. But that same pleasure builds and builds beneath Reki's attention, thick molten bliss pooling in the pit of his stomach. He can't resist as it sparks and ignites when Reki bites down, pulling a orgasm from Langa as he comes dry and shakes apart beneath Reki. ]
[ reki does know him well, so well that he can almost feel the exact moment when langa breaks over the edge in his own gut. it leaves him panting just the same, trailing a hand down langa's stomach to feel all those perfect, pretty shivers coursing under his skin. it makes his cock ache worse than ever, watching him shake like this. and langa knows that, but that will never deter him from telling him all over again, as sweet and loving as any declaration he's ever made. ]
Holy shit. I love it when you come for me like this. Yes, baby, I love it so much.
[ his fingers slide between langa's legs, testing the wetness there. it's good enough to work a finger through the contractions of his hole, and he needs to do it quick, because he wants to press into the sweet spot inside him before langa's orgasm can end. he won't leave langa's chest alone, either, bowing his head to rake his teeth and lash his tongue against a nipple in time with his relentless rubbing. ]
Gotta keep coming, baby.
[ he murmurs between bites, his teeth grinding lightly to make the pain sharp. ]
[ Reki's hands leave trails of fire in their wake as they drag over his body, and he's left shivering when they leave behind a relatively unbearable chill in their wake. He revels in his words, too, grounding even as they build him up higher and higher. With so much sensation overwhelming his body, it's comforting to have the familiar cadence of Reki's voice guiding him through it all. ]
Reki— [ His voice catches when he can finally feel the trajectory of Reki's hand, so easily parting his thighs wider to invite it deeper. He doesn't expect the finger to push in so soon, gasping as it sinks in deep almost instantly. Once again, Reki's incredible attention to detail and strategy pays off when he instantly finds that spot that runs electricity through Langa's entire body. That paired with the continuous attention to his nipple, and he couldn't stop coming if he tried. He lets out a sharp cry of Reki's name, tears gather in the corners of his eyes, as his back arches off of the bed in a sharp bow. A moment later and he comes again, this time for real, spilling between them with a sob as he collapses into a fit of shakes. ]
[ reki is just in a fit of groaning, watching langa arc so beautifully off the bed and succumb to another climax. fuck, but it's hard to take much more of this. it'll be worth it though. ]
Beautiful, baby. So good. You're doing so good for me.
[ he smooths one hand across the covers, seeking out the bottle they abandoned before. he has more time now, but he still doesn't want to wait too long. just a few breaths is all he'll give langa before he retracts his finger for just as long as it takes to dowse his hand in lubricant, thrusting back into him with two this time. ]
You did so good, baby, but you're not gonna stop. You gotta let go for me, baby. All the way. I've got you.
[ his fingers skitter over that bump of nerves inside, but he's interested in working more of them into the tight, fluttering clench within him too. soon, he has three fingers buried up to the second knuckle, washing and rubbing and stimulating different spots in tandem. his other hand is there to pin langa down by the inside of his thigh, keeping him spread wide open and crushed comfortably against the mattress as reki goes back to working his mouth over langa's chest. ]
[ Langa whines at the praise, moving his hips down against Reki's finger like he can earn more just by being greedy for it. When it feels like the opposite effect, when Reki withdraws his hand, he sobs again more loudly than before. ]
Please Reki! God, please— [ He's cut off by the return of two fingers, moaning in relief as pleasure floods back through him. There's that edge of pain, too, the one that makes his toes curl as his heels dig into the mattress. Stop? Langa couldn't stop this if he wanted to, and he certainly doesn't. Every touch makes him shiver with tension and the next melts him into a pliant pool. It feels like Reki is constantly rebuilding him just to break him down again. He forgets every thought other than Reki's name that he mutters over and over again. Each rub that gets close to his prostate makes him whine again when it misses, his nails digging into Reki's back to try and get him closer. The third finger makes him sob again as he clenches down and then fights the urge, trying to open up for Reki. He wants to give him everything, wants to be good for him and make him proud. Langa doesn't know what more means, but he'll do everything possible to give it to Reki. ]
More! Fuck, more.
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i love it when im bout to ask u smthn & u beat me to it u beautiful angel 💜
[ pushing langa past his boundaries is always a beautiful thing. he's so receptive, so quick, so gorgeous when reki's slowly unraveling him. reki had no doubt in his mind going into this that it would be as rewarding for him as it is for langa.
but hearing him ask for it is just a different experience. it's just too sexy, too fucking mind-blowing. even he has to pause for a second to take a shaky breath, feeling for tense second like he might be the next to spill. but that only lasts a moment—his body won't let him keep langa waiting, working his fingers before his mind has even caught up.
it's a surprise to him when langa tenses and relaxes and his fingers slide in with just the barest application of pressure, sinking all the way to the last knuckle. he has to moan, rubbing his cheek against langa's chest, feeling just how hot he is inside with so much of his hand. ]
[ holy shit, he can feel so much. but best of all, he can work langa's prostate between all three fingers, clutching at langa's thigh in earnest as his teeth grind. it feels unimaginable. he can't even imagine what it must be like on langa's end. ]
Feel how full you are? Baby, you've got no idea how beautiful you look right now, you're driving me outta my fucking mind.
[ The pause is barely a blip in time, but for Langa, time is extending out longer and longer until it feels like he can't remember a moment before Reki had started fingering him open. There's nothing left except for the two of them, Langa stretching to take as much of Reki as he's offered, and any pause feels like a lifetime. If he were to step out of his body, he'd probably be embarrassed by how desperate and selfish he's being, but luckily he's so deep in his body that it feels impossible to escape every last sensation.
Before he can do anything more than whimper, Reki is pushing his fingers back in. His knuckles catch at the rim and then slip past it, tugging at the muscle and making Langa's cock throb despite being only half hard against his stomach. Every touch—Reki's cheek and fingers and teeth and hand and hair—everything melts together into sensation. It feels like the edges of his being are being blurred as he sinks deeper and deeper into that place, completely at the mercy of Reki and whatever he asks of Langa. He vaguely feels his cock jump at the pressure to that sweet spot where Reki is rubbing three merciless fingers against it, and he shivers with the ghost of an orgasm his body can't yet produce, or maybe the aftershocks of the last one being drawn back to the surface.
He can't form words, even to encourage Reki to keep going, and just sobs his name again as he lifts his hips to push harder against those fingers. ]
[ he should stop here, really, he should. it's always been the plan, scratch a few orgasms out of langa and then finish off inside him, and he's so hard that just looking at langa in this state hurts, but.
he's always curious when it comes to these things. sex between them quickly went from hammering langa into the bed to working langa like one of his decks, digging into guts and bone and seeing what he can really do. and without fail, every time he's been in this place, usually between langa's thighs like he is now, it's always been amazing. his boyfriend is the most amazing one there is.
it's hard to doubt himself, too, when langa is fucking himself on his fingers like this. just out of curiosity, he tucks his pinky beneath the ones he's already worked through and times another squirt of lubricant against langa's needy little motions. there's no way, he thinks, that he'll get anything more inside, but that fourth finger's not that much to add, and... ]
Yes, baby, that's good, so good. Fuck, do you even know what you're doing? You're taking so much, baby, you're being so, so good for me. I'm so fucking proud of you.
[ his enthusiasm isn't just for langa; it's genuine as anything, pure awe and reverence as he watches more and more of his hand disappear with every thrust and grind between them. ]
[ The added lube feels cold against his feverish skin, but it's followed by a hot press of yet another finger. He can tell it's Reki's pinky in that vague way he can feel his hand realigning and pushing in as a thicker mass that leaves him breathless. His body pulls taut and his hips still for a moment, trusting Reki to fuck all four fingers into him carefully at first. What's left of his mind zeroes in on that number, chanting it mentally as he thinks about how pleased Reki must be that he was about to take that undefined more they both craved. ]
Reki. [ He sobs his name softly after the praise, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. Funny how he's always felt that Reki is proud of him for a variety of things, but being told it explicitly in this context is overwhelming. Another ghost of an orgasm shakes through him and melts the stillness of his body, leaving him pushing down greedily again. He can tell when Reki thrusts in deeper, centimeters previously denied by the pinky now pushing into him as he stretches further around Reki's hand. ] More, I'll be good for you!
😭 ill be slow again this weekend but THEN..........
Just take as much as you can, baby. You're already doing so good.
[ reki is trying to go as slow as he can, but it's difficult to fight the urgent motions of langa's hips, the almost inextricable draw of his body. it feels wrong every time he pulls his hand away because he can sense that langa is going to push too hard, like he's denying him something. but it doesn't matter; langa trusts him and he's going to do his job.
instead, he eases langa into it, spreading his fingers wider and wider to give his muscles a taste of what it feels like to be so wide open. it only ever lasts for a fraction of a second, but every time they move together, more of his fingers disappear, and then more, and then reki can't remember the last time that he breathed because he's just watching almost his entire hand sink right into langa's ass. ]
Fuuuck. Oh, shit. Oh fuck. Langa, you're amazing. Oh baby, oh shit, I didn't even know...
[ that this was possible. nothing in his sordid search history pulled up anything like this. for all he knows, this is just a langa thing, and honestly, he wouldn't put it past him. langa tends to be the very best when it comes to anything physical; why should this be any different? ]
How's it feel, baby? All these fingers inside you, my good baby, fuck, I'm so, so proud of you.
[ Langa's arms strain against the headband holding his hands in place, frustrating in how it keeps him from touching Reki or himself but serving as good leverage. He's able to build upon the rhythm of his hips, pulling himself off of Reki's hand by flexing the muscles of his arms and then pushing back down when he relaxes. As much as he wishes he could take it all right away, he appreciates Reki's caution and the way he cares for Langa's body when he's too worked up to think for himself. There's triumph in the way he takes a little more each time, too, until he thinks he must be stretching around Reki's palm. ]
Your hand... [ He mumbles it with his own sense of awe, never having imagined they'd do this or that it was something that could be done at all. Was this something Reki had planned, or just a product of their curiosity and greed when it came to one another? Either way, he can feel the start of another wave of pleasure that could build and build into something fierce. ] Good, Reki, so good. I wanna come, please don't stop.
[ just the fact alone that reki needs to keep wetting down different parts of his hand with lubricant because he keeps thinking surely this is it is enough to blow his mind. he's not even sure when to stop. langa's obviously not going to be any help when it comes to that; langa doesn't stop for anything, ever, no matter if it's here in bed or out on the track. his body seems to feel exactly the same way, engulfing more and more of reki's hand no matter how logistically impossible it looks. at this point, he's not even sure there is a limit.
and then there's his thumb which, duh. he has his fingers spread so wide that that's where it ends, his thumb hooked into the cleft of langa's ass as he digs inside him with slow, gentle thrusts. the issue is that he could try to keep going, just to see, but he really doesn't know what he's doing. it's not like he needs to; he can already feel so much, every silky wall and twitching muscle within him. he can reach into the deepest parts of langa and stroke until he's gasping and it's really amazing, having this level of control over exactly what his boyfriend feels. ]
Fuck, you feel amazing. Don't worry, baby, I'm gonna get you there. I'm gonna make you come and you're gonna feel so good, baby.
[ but first he needs to see. not that this is any less impressive in any way, but his hand isn't that big. not so much that tucking his thumb beneath his palm will make that much of a difference. reki soaks himself down with more than a generous amount of lubricant and slowly twists his hand, working it in, leaning over to press kisses to langa's thighs, his hips, over his belly. ]
Breathe, baby. You're doing so good; it's just a little more. Listen to me, okay? I'm gonna take such good care of you, just listen to me and breathe and relax.
[ As more of Reki's hand fills him, Langa loses awareness of more of his body. At first, it's a little strange to realize he's not thinking about his legs, or his arms, or even his hands where they're tied. He should at least be thinking about the restraints and how they keep him from touching Reki, but it's like his mind is shutting down until Reki's hand inside of him is the only sensation left for him to feel. The stretch doesn't even register as painful anymore, it just is and the context of sex with Reki means his brain translates it as good and that, in turn, is felt as pleasure.
He's not even aware of all of this, really, melting into a puddle on the bed as he even starts to lack the ability to move. Reki has made him perfectly pliant though he does his best to keep fucking himself on the fingers— hand— whatever he can get. The words of reassurance filter through his ears and register in some part of his brain, but he keeps mumbling a combination of "more" and "good" along with Reki's name as Japanese slurs together with English. He does at Reki says, too, his word the absolute law over Langa's body. He breathes in deeply and moans on the exhale, shivering as he thinks he knows what Reki is talking about as he pushes even deeper and tells him to listen. Langa nods his head rapidly, hair falling into his eyes as he looks up at Reki and then down to where his hand is disappearing inside of him. ]
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Humming, he doesn't really consider the question because Reki makes it clear he's going to suggest something else, and Langa wants to see what that is. He sucks in a soft breath when his hands are pinned to the bed, sighs even more contently at the shift of their bodies and feeling Reki's pressing down on him. There are so many things that Langa wants, but right now, whatever this is feels like the best choice. ] I want you, Reki. That's all I need.
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so far, looking pretty positive. langa doesn't struggle or flinch, and that soft little gasp seems to confirm that this is good vibes only. reki jerks langa's hands up over his head, grasping his wrists together and pinning them soundly. honestly, langa could overpower him at any second and without much difficulty at all, but that's not what it's about, right? the way langa described it, it's all mental, all about the connection between them.
he uses his newly-liberated hand to reach for the headband around his neck, dragging it over his head. ]
I've got a lot to give. You can still ask. You can ask me for anything and I'll always be in your corner, no matter what. I promise.
[ mm. well. with one small caveat, issued as he's looping his headband around langa's wrists and tethering it to the headboard. ]
Except for right now, because I'm gonna make you come til you scream.
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But I want everything. I want your infinity.
[ It's still cheesy to say, but it feels less and less embarrassing every time. In light of them confessing that they were in love, their personal brand of the infinite seems appropriate to bring up again. He'll never let Reki forget it, either.
Langa gasps as his hands are tied above his head, tugging to feel how secure they are. His heart is racing, but not with fear—he's excited to know Reki can absolutely ravish him and there's nothing Langa can do to stop him (as if he would even try.) Moaning at what sounds like the sexiest threat in existence, Langa spreads his legs to invite Reki closer. ]
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he slips between langa's thighs, but leans more to the right side, keeping the center of langa's body clear for his stroking hands. just in case, he checks the band around langa's wrists, slipping his fingers between his skin and the fabric to ensure it isn't cutting off circulation or something. but he can do that while he leans in to nip at langa's lips, licking over them like that'll erase the sting. ]
You're adorable, you know that? How could I give you anything less than my infinity when you're so amazing?
[ there's a lot of slack in that tie, more than enough to be reassuring. but he's still got last time on his mind, no matter what langa said about it. this time, he'll go slower, be more careful, he'll learn what to do and what not to do. starting with introducing his touch to langa's chest, petting, roaming, stroking lightly over one of langa's nipples to let him feel what it's like to squirm under restraint. ]
How d'you feel, baby?
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Humming a meaningless reply, he leans into the kisses and tests the way his arms and shoulders stretch as he shifts. He likes how tight his muscles feel through his shoulders and back, all the way down his sides. Is that being a masochist? He’s going to need to look into all of that more later when he’s not being distracted by wandering hands. Reki has impeccable aim for the places that make him sigh and squirm, the brushes to his nipples drawing Langa up like he’s being pulled in by a magnet. His back arches and he gasps at the way his body feels with his hands tied in place to accentuate the bow of his spine. ]
Good, Reki. [ He searches for his lips, leaning sideways towards him and wishing Reki would pin the rest of his body in place with his hips. ] Feels good.
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it isn't like the bondage does much, anyway. langa's still a sight, responding to every one of reki's touches, no matter how small and unimportant he thinks they are. his body turns fluid beneath reki, working against his hands in a way that leaves him breathless. the kiss he presses to langa's lips lasts only a moment; he can't take his eyes off of langa for any longer than that. ]
Wow... [ his first instinct whenever langa does something incredible has always been to capture it with his camera, ever since that first day on his deck in the park. it strikes him now, the idea of having this moment forever. maybe someday. ] You look...
[ is there a word for it? he's not sure that there is, not when he's sliding his rough hands over langa's endlessly long legs, hitching one of them over his shoulder. he's spent time here, sure, but never like this, enjoying the shape of his calves and his thighs as he covers them with slow-climbing kisses. ]
sorry for being slow compared to before, work sucks
Hm? [ He does wonder how he looks, certain that it's better in Reki's eyes than it would be his own. Langa doesn't think he's unattractive, but he's used to looking at his body as a tool, like any piece of equipment for a sport that needs to be maintained. Reki, however, looks at him in an entirely different light when they're together like this, and it makes Langa curious. ] How?
[ He also wants to hear more of Reki's voice, always listening whenever he rambles about a new kind of wheel or a cool video or anything else it may be. It's another way to ground himself as he's opened up and moved just how Reki wants, shivering at the kisses pressed against such sensitive and often untouched parts of skin. ]
get outta here no apologies ill wait 4eva friend
You take my breath away. Like this, you're...
[ he drags his lips up langa's thigh, pausing at the inner curve, where the skin is thin, more sensitive. one hand raises to cup langa's hip, stroking softly—possessively, fitting perfectly into a familiar place. again, the word he wants won't work. he talks around it, his voice a low rumble against langa's skin. ]
... like a spell. I can't look away. You're tied up but you're so beautiful right now that I'm the one who's caught. Need you... [ he says, and bites cruelly into langa's thigh, easing the ache immediately with a suckling kiss. he lets all the wetness in his mouth well up, lets it drip down langa's flesh so that he can lick it up again with a slow pass of his tongue. ]
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Humming softly, he holds back his urge to refute the compliments but can’t hold back the way they make him blush. Reki is so sweet even in the midst of sex, and it’s one reason all of this works. He can be as dominating and demanding as he wants, but Langa knows that beneath it all is his boyfriend who cares about him deeply and wants them to share everything together. Reki bites into his leg like a perfect example of all this, and Langa’s body lights up with pain and pleasure. He gasps, the sound melting into a moan as Reki introduces him to yet another wonderful feeling that’s instantly addicting.
He can feel himself slipping back towards that space he’d entered unwittingly before, body tingling and head floating. Now that he’s aware of it and knows that Reki will be right there at his side, he’s far more welcoming of the sensation and is freed from the instinct to fight it. ] Need you, Reki.
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[ reki leans into that word, because langa had suffered when he'd said its opposite, so the reverse must be true. saying yes to langa about everything is exactly what he wants anyway; it comes so much more naturally to him than the cold, stoic games that they were playing before. there's nothing cold or serious about his feelings for langa—they're more like the surface of the sun, burning so hot that he can feel them warm on his skin even when they are apart.
but here, like this, he's burning alive. langa's voice, his sharp breath, the way he moves under reki's teeth, all of it is more of a marvel than he could ever imagine. it's like watching him skate; he's seen every move a thousand times but he can never, ever look away. it's always just as amazing as the first time. ]
I'm here. I'm right here with you.
[ he latches on to the bite he's left, suckling and passing his tongue over the flesh between his teeth in rough, furious licks. he has a new thought in his head, of langa alone, discovering all these marks reki's leaving on his skin, so he does the same to his other thigh, to his hip, and on and on. his teeth dig in and his tongue lashes and lashes and lashes until it comes away with the taste of copper. ]
Gonna give you everything you need.
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Reki. [ It comes as a sigh, then again as a shout when Reki bites into his thigh again. He's felt Reki's hands on his legs before, but this is entirely different—possessive and overwhelming with its combination of pleasure and pain. Langa never could have guessed that he'd be feeling this way, nor reacting so strongly, yet he writhes on the bed and lifts his hips closer to Reki in a wordless ploy for more. His cock twitches with each bite of Reki's teeth and he nearly comes when he finally breaks skin but backs away simply because it startles him. God, he really is a masochist, but hopefully Reki is okay with that—more light-headed than ever, Langa won't be able to resist the next orgasm when it comes. ]
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Good, baby. God, you're so good.
[ low and sweet and pleased. while he's here, he wants to see if the same is true if he suckles down a tab of skin from langa's throat, a nice, slow progression of building pressure. his fingers drop so that he can time the flash of his teeth, the relentless digging of his tongue, with his fingers squeezing one of his nipples, rubbing and pinching the flesh between his thumb and forefinger. now he knows the fastest way to draw that taste out of langa's skin—and it's a little intoxicating, despite all the other inclinations he has to shield langa from pain. but there's no mistaking the way he groans when that bitter tang of blood hits his tongue again, his fingers tightening around the nipple in his grasp, his throat rumbling in pleasure. ]
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Mumbling Reki's name in reply, Langa starts to lose himself bit by bit as Reki climbs higher up his body. A dull, distant part of him wonders if the marks will last until tomorrow, if maybe he'll be able to pull down the neck of his shirt at school and see the reminders. It will make all of this feel real and keep Reki with him even in those moments they have to be apart. That in itself is thrilling, given the longer they date, the less Langa wants to be alone without Reki there with him.
Then Reki goes in for the kill with Langa's nipples. Of all the parts of his body to be so sensitive, he never would have guessed that his chest would be a weak spot for him. But that same pleasure builds and builds beneath Reki's attention, thick molten bliss pooling in the pit of his stomach. He can't resist as it sparks and ignites when Reki bites down, pulling a orgasm from Langa as he comes dry and shakes apart beneath Reki. ]
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[ reki does know him well, so well that he can almost feel the exact moment when langa breaks over the edge in his own gut. it leaves him panting just the same, trailing a hand down langa's stomach to feel all those perfect, pretty shivers coursing under his skin. it makes his cock ache worse than ever, watching him shake like this. and langa knows that, but that will never deter him from telling him all over again, as sweet and loving as any declaration he's ever made. ]
Holy shit. I love it when you come for me like this. Yes, baby, I love it so much.
[ his fingers slide between langa's legs, testing the wetness there. it's good enough to work a finger through the contractions of his hole, and he needs to do it quick, because he wants to press into the sweet spot inside him before langa's orgasm can end. he won't leave langa's chest alone, either, bowing his head to rake his teeth and lash his tongue against a nipple in time with his relentless rubbing. ]
Gotta keep coming, baby.
[ he murmurs between bites, his teeth grinding lightly to make the pain sharp. ]
Gotta come for me.
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Reki— [ His voice catches when he can finally feel the trajectory of Reki's hand, so easily parting his thighs wider to invite it deeper. He doesn't expect the finger to push in so soon, gasping as it sinks in deep almost instantly. Once again, Reki's incredible attention to detail and strategy pays off when he instantly finds that spot that runs electricity through Langa's entire body. That paired with the continuous attention to his nipple, and he couldn't stop coming if he tried. He lets out a sharp cry of Reki's name, tears gather in the corners of his eyes, as his back arches off of the bed in a sharp bow. A moment later and he comes again, this time for real, spilling between them with a sob as he collapses into a fit of shakes. ]
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Beautiful, baby. So good. You're doing so good for me.
[ he smooths one hand across the covers, seeking out the bottle they abandoned before. he has more time now, but he still doesn't want to wait too long. just a few breaths is all he'll give langa before he retracts his finger for just as long as it takes to dowse his hand in lubricant, thrusting back into him with two this time. ]
You did so good, baby, but you're not gonna stop. You gotta let go for me, baby. All the way. I've got you.
[ his fingers skitter over that bump of nerves inside, but he's interested in working more of them into the tight, fluttering clench within him too. soon, he has three fingers buried up to the second knuckle, washing and rubbing and stimulating different spots in tandem. his other hand is there to pin langa down by the inside of his thigh, keeping him spread wide open and crushed comfortably against the mattress as reki goes back to working his mouth over langa's chest. ]
More, baby, please.
feel free to take that hand all the way >>
Please Reki! God, please— [ He's cut off by the return of two fingers, moaning in relief as pleasure floods back through him. There's that edge of pain, too, the one that makes his toes curl as his heels dig into the mattress. Stop? Langa couldn't stop this if he wanted to, and he certainly doesn't. Every touch makes him shiver with tension and the next melts him into a pliant pool. It feels like Reki is constantly rebuilding him just to break him down again. He forgets every thought other than Reki's name that he mutters over and over again. Each rub that gets close to his prostate makes him whine again when it misses, his nails digging into Reki's back to try and get him closer. The third finger makes him sob again as he clenches down and then fights the urge, trying to open up for Reki. He wants to give him everything, wants to be good for him and make him proud. Langa doesn't know what more means, but he'll do everything possible to give it to Reki. ]
More! Fuck, more.
i love it when im bout to ask u smthn & u beat me to it u beautiful angel 💜
but hearing him ask for it is just a different experience. it's just too sexy, too fucking mind-blowing. even he has to pause for a second to take a shaky breath, feeling for tense second like he might be the next to spill. but that only lasts a moment—his body won't let him keep langa waiting, working his fingers before his mind has even caught up.
it's a surprise to him when langa tenses and relaxes and his fingers slide in with just the barest application of pressure, sinking all the way to the last knuckle. he has to moan, rubbing his cheek against langa's chest, feeling just how hot he is inside with so much of his hand. ]
Oh, fuck, baby. Oh fuck. Holy shit. Yes, you're amazing.
[ holy shit, he can feel so much. but best of all, he can work langa's prostate between all three fingers, clutching at langa's thigh in earnest as his teeth grind. it feels unimaginable. he can't even imagine what it must be like on langa's end. ]
Feel how full you are? Baby, you've got no idea how beautiful you look right now, you're driving me outta my fucking mind.
we vibing babyyyy
Before he can do anything more than whimper, Reki is pushing his fingers back in. His knuckles catch at the rim and then slip past it, tugging at the muscle and making Langa's cock throb despite being only half hard against his stomach. Every touch—Reki's cheek and fingers and teeth and hand and hair—everything melts together into sensation. It feels like the edges of his being are being blurred as he sinks deeper and deeper into that place, completely at the mercy of Reki and whatever he asks of Langa. He vaguely feels his cock jump at the pressure to that sweet spot where Reki is rubbing three merciless fingers against it, and he shivers with the ghost of an orgasm his body can't yet produce, or maybe the aftershocks of the last one being drawn back to the surface.
He can't form words, even to encourage Reki to keep going, and just sobs his name again as he lifts his hips to push harder against those fingers. ]
SO SORRY fuck this weekkkkkk
he's always curious when it comes to these things. sex between them quickly went from hammering langa into the bed to working langa like one of his decks, digging into guts and bone and seeing what he can really do. and without fail, every time he's been in this place, usually between langa's thighs like he is now, it's always been amazing. his boyfriend is the most amazing one there is.
it's hard to doubt himself, too, when langa is fucking himself on his fingers like this. just out of curiosity, he tucks his pinky beneath the ones he's already worked through and times another squirt of lubricant against langa's needy little motions. there's no way, he thinks, that he'll get anything more inside, but that fourth finger's not that much to add, and... ]
Yes, baby, that's good, so good. Fuck, do you even know what you're doing? You're taking so much, baby, you're being so, so good for me. I'm so fucking proud of you.
[ his enthusiasm isn't just for langa; it's genuine as anything, pure awe and reverence as he watches more and more of his hand disappear with every thrust and grind between them. ]
no sorries I'll wait forever!
Reki. [ He sobs his name softly after the praise, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. Funny how he's always felt that Reki is proud of him for a variety of things, but being told it explicitly in this context is overwhelming. Another ghost of an orgasm shakes through him and melts the stillness of his body, leaving him pushing down greedily again. He can tell when Reki thrusts in deeper, centimeters previously denied by the pinky now pushing into him as he stretches further around Reki's hand. ] More, I'll be good for you!
😭 ill be slow again this weekend but THEN..........
[ reki is trying to go as slow as he can, but it's difficult to fight the urgent motions of langa's hips, the almost inextricable draw of his body. it feels wrong every time he pulls his hand away because he can sense that langa is going to push too hard, like he's denying him something. but it doesn't matter; langa trusts him and he's going to do his job.
instead, he eases langa into it, spreading his fingers wider and wider to give his muscles a taste of what it feels like to be so wide open. it only ever lasts for a fraction of a second, but every time they move together, more of his fingers disappear, and then more, and then reki can't remember the last time that he breathed because he's just watching almost his entire hand sink right into langa's ass. ]
Fuuuck. Oh, shit. Oh fuck. Langa, you're amazing. Oh baby, oh shit, I didn't even know...
[ that this was possible. nothing in his sordid search history pulled up anything like this. for all he knows, this is just a langa thing, and honestly, he wouldn't put it past him. langa tends to be the very best when it comes to anything physical; why should this be any different? ]
How's it feel, baby? All these fingers inside you, my good baby, fuck, I'm so, so proud of you.
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Your hand... [ He mumbles it with his own sense of awe, never having imagined they'd do this or that it was something that could be done at all. Was this something Reki had planned, or just a product of their curiosity and greed when it came to one another? Either way, he can feel the start of another wave of pleasure that could build and build into something fierce. ] Good, Reki, so good. I wanna come, please don't stop.
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and then there's his thumb which, duh. he has his fingers spread so wide that that's where it ends, his thumb hooked into the cleft of langa's ass as he digs inside him with slow, gentle thrusts. the issue is that he could try to keep going, just to see, but he really doesn't know what he's doing. it's not like he needs to; he can already feel so much, every silky wall and twitching muscle within him. he can reach into the deepest parts of langa and stroke until he's gasping and it's really amazing, having this level of control over exactly what his boyfriend feels. ]
Fuck, you feel amazing. Don't worry, baby, I'm gonna get you there. I'm gonna make you come and you're gonna feel so good, baby.
[ but first he needs to see. not that this is any less impressive in any way, but his hand isn't that big. not so much that tucking his thumb beneath his palm will make that much of a difference. reki soaks himself down with more than a generous amount of lubricant and slowly twists his hand, working it in, leaning over to press kisses to langa's thighs, his hips, over his belly. ]
Breathe, baby. You're doing so good; it's just a little more. Listen to me, okay? I'm gonna take such good care of you, just listen to me and breathe and relax.
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He's not even aware of all of this, really, melting into a puddle on the bed as he even starts to lack the ability to move. Reki has made him perfectly pliant though he does his best to keep fucking himself on the fingers— hand— whatever he can get. The words of reassurance filter through his ears and register in some part of his brain, but he keeps mumbling a combination of "more" and "good" along with Reki's name as Japanese slurs together with English. He does at Reki says, too, his word the absolute law over Langa's body. He breathes in deeply and moans on the exhale, shivering as he thinks he knows what Reki is talking about as he pushes even deeper and tells him to listen. Langa nods his head rapidly, hair falling into his eyes as he looks up at Reki and then down to where his hand is disappearing inside of him. ]
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now I’m gonna be ruined for size cheerleader Reki
IM SO SORRY (but also maybe not sorry)
DON'T BE SORRY FOR SPOILING LANGA
i mean if anyone deserves to be spoiled it's snowbae
his boyfriend needs spoiling, too! protect the sunshine at all costs
dont spoil the slime
Langa is #1 slime lover
langa no 😭
langa YES
lmao the most langaesque response
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