[ is reki's reply to that, coupled by the hushed, erratic sound of a few broken breaths. it's not difficult to determine that he's giving himself a few rough thrusts while he takes in that new view on his phone, but he won't keep langa waiting for long. he wouldn't dare. ]
Hold on.
[ he doesn't have enough hands for this. eventually, though, his end of the video call flicks on too, revealing him flush-faced and panting. he twists his wrist to give langa the full scope of his body: his hoodie rumpled up to expose his chest, his arched back, his writhing hips, his fingers stuffed between his glistening thighs. ]
[ like a man dying of thirst, langa greedily drinks up the sight of reki fucking himself with his fingers. he actually really fucking hates that he isn't physically there with him right now. absolutely abhors this excruciating distance between them.
but who can blame him for being mad about it when reki looks like this? when he can see what reki is doing to himself without langa around? with his adorably flushed face and rumpled hoodie exposing his chest, with a shy peek of those cute—begging to be pinched—nipples. not to mention those hips of his, god those fucking hips, swiveling down desperately against his own fucking fingers like they just aren't enough for him— ]
Baby, you look so—Fuck. So beautiful. So damn fuckable, baby. That's it. Keep going. Show me more.
[ the slick sound of langa's fist working over himself seems to have gotten louder, like he's obviously jerking himself off harder and faster as he imagines what it would be like to be fucking reki right now, with his release from earlier still coating him deep inside. ]
[ talk about frustrated. it's obvious he doesn't have the best thing going on here, restlessly squirming and contorting in his bed as langa watches. for a moment, he thinks he's close, listening to langa's voice as he seethes and sweeps the camera and pounds into that spot inside him until his thighs are trembling, but he loses it just as quickly, fixing his bleary eyes back on the screen. ]
Not the same. I need you.
[ it helps, watching langa pump his beautiful cock on screen. it turns the expression on his face from pained to hungry, despite how red his cheeks are glowing. still feels a little bit like something he shouldn't be allowed to watch, but there's no denying that it's incredible, seeing the way langa handles himself for the first time.
he tries to match the thrusts of his fingers with the motion of langa's fist in kind, to synchronize their breathing, the closest he can come to being there in person. fine, lesson learned, he's never leaving again. ]
[ it really isn't the same. ever since langa's had a taste of sex with reki, masturbating has only left him more frustrated than satisfied. he needs the touch of reki's skin, those lips, his kisses, and his familiar warmth surrounding him to feel the most complete.
but being able to watch reki does help alleviate the aggravating pain of being apart. seeing the way reki looks every bit of frustrated as he does has him feeling content in knowing that their separation is as difficult for him as it is for langa. ]
Imagine that I'm there with you, Reki. Imagine those fingers as my own. Remember the way I would do it? How I'd go for your sweet spot until you're crying? Don't go easy on yourself. You can take it. I know you can.
[ while langa speaks, he doesn't stop pumping his aching cock. even as his breathing turns ragged, he goes on. ]
Try keeping your fingers buried deep inside and lift your hips. Work yourself over your fingers, baby. Just imagine that you're riding my dick. Don't fucking stop until you're coming all over yourself. You're so fucking gorgeous, Reki. Fuck, I love you so much. Wanna see you come for me, baby.
[ it's obvious that langa's voice is affecting reki. his movements become more fluid as chasing an orgasm gives way to bearing through the sensations that will get him there. he hears langa speak of being relentless and cries out, feeling his words someplace deep inside that makes warmth spread over him until he's shuddering.
there's no caring what he looks like on the screen now when all he can do is lift up his hips and grind into his own roughly thundering fingers. his jaw is slack, pried wide open by the mix of pain and pleasure, his toes curling as he tries desperately to anchor himself on the bed. every word after that feels like touch in its own way, makes him squirm and sob at how overwhelming it is as his hips churn frantically. ]
Langa... [ he chokes out, too tense to do anything but repeat his name. langa's not even here and he's being too loud, but he can't help it; his hearing has dimmed right along with his vision, stars in his eyes as he beats into his body until his cock starts to drip, gently at first, then pulsing hard enough to dot him all the way up to his jaw with seed. still, he's fucking long, wild groans out of himself, dazed eyes on the screen, unwilling to stop until langa is there too. ]
[ despite the shakiness of the video, watching reki completely let go of himself is like nothing langa has ever seen before. none of the dirtiest clips can compare to this, not even the highest quality of porn can come close. hell, if this video were uploaded in a subscription-based porn site, langa would go fucking broke from paying just to watch this on repeat. ]
Reki. [ he rasps, sounding pained from only having the privilege to see but not touch. fuck, the things he would do to him; langa wants to ruin him so fucking bad. ] That's it, baby. You look amazing. So fucking sexy like that...
[ watching reki come is enough to pull a deep groan from langa's chest. he's unable to continue singing praises as the pleasure within him spikes, knowing he's helped reki fuck himself over the edge. worrying his lower lip, langa's eyes stay half-mast as he gazes at the screen, watching reki watch him. his fist works over his cock in a vicious pace, the slick sound of his palm sliding furiously along his skin echoing in his small bedroom. there's no delicious heat to make him want to hold back. nothing to stop the tension in his body to peak, and then unravel. nothing to take in the mess he creates over his hand and lower abdomen. ]
[ every single sound langa makes, from his groans to the wet noises of his fist to the way he says reki's name, makes him shiver and burn even hotter. he's not sure when that happened, when hearing langa's breath in just the right key turned into a thing that can make him melt, but it feels right. like something that should happen now that langa's made him his own. ]
Oh fuck...
[ it's just. too much to try to come again, but that doesn't stop his body from assaulting him with echoes of an orgasm, phantom waves of pleasure that burn deeper and deeper the closer langa gets. it leaves him broken when langa's cock finally begins to spill on his screen, whining at the loss of what could have been. that's his mess to hold inside him, to fill him up with warmth and drip down his skin, and fuck, he should have never left. ]
I miss you, [ he moans mournfully. ] You did so good but it should have been me.
[ he blinks his eyes open, not having realized he had closed them. fuck, coming like that is making him so sleepy...
when langa focuses on the screen, what he finds there makes him frown slightly. more than anything, he wishes he can reach over to smooth the lines of remorse over reki's face... ]
Miss you too. Should've been you.
[ he agrees, and then of course, he has to add, ]
You were amazing, Reki... Best thing I've ever seen.
[ of course, now that they're on video, langa can see the way reki's cheeks blotch up bright pink. as if he hasn't seen him like this in person; somehow it feels different in the aftermath, knowing he's watching on a screen.
it's not bad—actually, it's kind of exciting, voyeuristic in a thrilling sort of way. ]
I'll do this more for you, then.
[ it's something, anyway, for those times when they can't be together. ]
[ the sight of reki's red cheeks has langa brushing his thumb along his screen. cooing a soft, ] Cute. [ as he does so.
he not so stealthily takes a screenshot just because. then realizes he still has that mess on his hand and reaches for a tissue from his bedside table to wipe himself off. ]
Langa, [ reki protests. he knows exactly what he's fucking up to. now his face is an even deeper red. really, he should tear into him for that unsolicited screenshot, but...
honestly, he's too busy looking at all those sculpted muscles on his screen, that pale skin and those breath-takingly vivid blue eyes.
[ he hums innocently, acting as though he hadn't been caught. the compliment does make him smile, feeling a hint of pride. although he receives a lot of comments for his looks, they don't hold the same weight compared to when reki gives them. ]
I do feel pretty lucky.
[ for completely different reasons. ]
Yeah, are we gonna skate at the park before heading to your place?
Yeah, I betcha do... [ reki grumbles. but it's fine. he has just enough energy left to add a wicked little twist to his smile, his heavy eyes turned dark as something less innocent crosses his mind. ]
We'll see if you're good.
[ it's obvious by the slow way he says it that he doesn't have much faith. ]
[ his brows raise a little as he notes the slight change in reki's expression. how can someone look so innocent one second and so... not, in the next? ]
I'm always good.
[ langa straight up lies, giving a lazy smirk in return. ]
[ yeah, he's lying, but he gets away with it because reki likes the way that smirk looks on him. not like he's not doing the same thing right back, sliding his tongue over his lips until they shine in the dull light. ]
I'd like to see it. Make it through a whole day of school, no pressing up against me, no fucking around under the desks, no being late to class 'cause you've got your tongue down my throat...
[ hearing all of these ... "requirements" to being good has the smirk on langa's face falling. there's no way to hide how much he dislikes this plan. as we all know, he has a history of being really bad in holding back, so...
[ obviously, reki's the brains of this operation, so it falls on him to figure out the logistics. langa can watch his precious redhead spin his wheels for a second before he comes up with: ]
We could trade classroom clean-up with whoever's on tomorrow.
[ reki can't help but turn red at that. it makes him think of all those times before any of this ever began, when he could feel langa's eyes on him during class. at least now he knows what he was thinking about. ]
It's too close to the door. You'll have to fuck me on the teacher's desk.
[ at least reki knows well enough now to know they're gonna fuck on his desk, no matter what he says. so much for that talk about keeping it discreet or whatever. like he even cares anymore at this point. ]
And everyone thinks I'm the bad influence. We'll see.
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[ is reki's reply to that, coupled by the hushed, erratic sound of a few broken breaths. it's not difficult to determine that he's giving himself a few rough thrusts while he takes in that new view on his phone, but he won't keep langa waiting for long. he wouldn't dare. ]
Hold on.
[ he doesn't have enough hands for this. eventually, though, his end of the video call flicks on too, revealing him flush-faced and panting. he twists his wrist to give langa the full scope of his body: his hoodie rumpled up to expose his chest, his arched back, his writhing hips, his fingers stuffed between his glistening thighs. ]
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but who can blame him for being mad about it when reki looks like this? when he can see what reki is doing to himself without langa around? with his adorably flushed face and rumpled hoodie exposing his chest, with a shy peek of those cute—begging to be pinched—nipples. not to mention those hips of his, god those fucking hips, swiveling down desperately against his own fucking fingers like they just aren't enough for him— ]
Baby, you look so—Fuck. So beautiful. So damn fuckable, baby. That's it. Keep going. Show me more.
[ the slick sound of langa's fist working over himself seems to have gotten louder, like he's obviously jerking himself off harder and faster as he imagines what it would be like to be fucking reki right now, with his release from earlier still coating him deep inside. ]
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Not the same. I need you.
[ it helps, watching langa pump his beautiful cock on screen. it turns the expression on his face from pained to hungry, despite how red his cheeks are glowing. still feels a little bit like something he shouldn't be allowed to watch, but there's no denying that it's incredible, seeing the way langa handles himself for the first time.
he tries to match the thrusts of his fingers with the motion of langa's fist in kind, to synchronize their breathing, the closest he can come to being there in person. fine, lesson learned, he's never leaving again. ]
Keep talking. Tell me what to do.
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but being able to watch reki does help alleviate the aggravating pain of being apart. seeing the way reki looks every bit of frustrated as he does has him feeling content in knowing that their separation is as difficult for him as it is for langa. ]
Imagine that I'm there with you, Reki. Imagine those fingers as my own. Remember the way I would do it? How I'd go for your sweet spot until you're crying? Don't go easy on yourself. You can take it. I know you can.
[ while langa speaks, he doesn't stop pumping his aching cock. even as his breathing turns ragged, he goes on. ]
Try keeping your fingers buried deep inside and lift your hips. Work yourself over your fingers, baby. Just imagine that you're riding my dick. Don't fucking stop until you're coming all over yourself. You're so fucking gorgeous, Reki. Fuck, I love you so much. Wanna see you come for me, baby.
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there's no caring what he looks like on the screen now when all he can do is lift up his hips and grind into his own roughly thundering fingers. his jaw is slack, pried wide open by the mix of pain and pleasure, his toes curling as he tries desperately to anchor himself on the bed. every word after that feels like touch in its own way, makes him squirm and sob at how overwhelming it is as his hips churn frantically. ]
Langa... [ he chokes out, too tense to do anything but repeat his name. langa's not even here and he's being too loud, but he can't help it; his hearing has dimmed right along with his vision, stars in his eyes as he beats into his body until his cock starts to drip, gently at first, then pulsing hard enough to dot him all the way up to his jaw with seed. still, he's fucking long, wild groans out of himself, dazed eyes on the screen, unwilling to stop until langa is there too. ]
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Reki. [ he rasps, sounding pained from only having the privilege to see but not touch. fuck, the things he would do to him; langa wants to ruin him so fucking bad. ] That's it, baby. You look amazing. So fucking sexy like that...
[ watching reki come is enough to pull a deep groan from langa's chest. he's unable to continue singing praises as the pleasure within him spikes, knowing he's helped reki fuck himself over the edge. worrying his lower lip, langa's eyes stay half-mast as he gazes at the screen, watching reki watch him. his fist works over his cock in a vicious pace, the slick sound of his palm sliding furiously along his skin echoing in his small bedroom. there's no delicious heat to make him want to hold back. nothing to stop the tension in his body to peak, and then unravel. nothing to take in the mess he creates over his hand and lower abdomen. ]
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Oh fuck...
[ it's just. too much to try to come again, but that doesn't stop his body from assaulting him with echoes of an orgasm, phantom waves of pleasure that burn deeper and deeper the closer langa gets. it leaves him broken when langa's cock finally begins to spill on his screen, whining at the loss of what could have been. that's his mess to hold inside him, to fill him up with warmth and drip down his skin, and fuck, he should have never left. ]
I miss you, [ he moans mournfully. ] You did so good but it should have been me.
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when langa focuses on the screen, what he finds there makes him frown slightly. more than anything, he wishes he can reach over to smooth the lines of remorse over reki's face... ]
Miss you too. Should've been you.
[ he agrees, and then of course, he has to add, ]
You were amazing, Reki... Best thing I've ever seen.
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it's not bad—actually, it's kind of exciting, voyeuristic in a thrilling sort of way. ]
I'll do this more for you, then.
[ it's something, anyway, for those times when they can't be together. ]
I liked it too... Watching you.
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he not so stealthily takes a screenshot just because. then realizes he still has that mess on his hand and reaches for a tissue from his bedside table to wipe himself off. ]
I might ask for this every night.
[ is said half... seriously. ]
But nothing beats being with you.
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honestly, he's too busy looking at all those sculpted muscles on his screen, that pale skin and those breath-takingly vivid blue eyes.
he gives the most resigned sigh. ]
You're lucky you're so fucking fine. Ugh.
[ still crabby, he grumblingly adds: ]
My place tomorrow?
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[ he hums innocently, acting as though he hadn't been caught. the compliment does make him smile, feeling a hint of pride. although he receives a lot of comments for his looks, they don't hold the same weight compared to when reki gives them. ]
I do feel pretty lucky.
[ for completely different reasons. ]
Yeah, are we gonna skate at the park before heading to your place?
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We'll see if you're good.
[ it's obvious by the slow way he says it that he doesn't have much faith. ]
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I'm always good.
[ langa straight up lies, giving a lazy smirk in return. ]
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[ yeah, he's lying, but he gets away with it because reki likes the way that smirk looks on him. not like he's not doing the same thing right back, sliding his tongue over his lips until they shine in the dull light. ]
I'd like to see it. Make it through a whole day of school, no pressing up against me, no fucking around under the desks, no being late to class 'cause you've got your tongue down my throat...
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he narrows his eyes. ]
What am I getting for being good again?
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There's no reward, we'll just go skating after school instead of rushing home to fuck all night.
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langa thinks on this for a moment as if weighing his options. ]
What if we fuck after school, go skating, and then rush home.
[ he says it more like a statement than a suggestion. ]
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Where are we fucking in this scenario?
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I'm sure we'll find a good spot somewhere.
[ admittedly, he hasn't thought that far ahead. although the idea of fucking in an empty classroom does sound very nice. ]
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We could trade classroom clean-up with whoever's on tomorrow.
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and when reki comes up with their great plan for tomorrow, langa actually beams, impressed by his big brained boyfriend. ]
Yeah, let's do that. Always wanted to fuck you on your desk.
[ hopefully they'll remember to actually do some cleaning... ]
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It's too close to the door. You'll have to fuck me on the teacher's desk.
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Where's the fun in that?
[ he teases. ]
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And everyone thinks I'm the bad influence. We'll see.
[ they both know that's not true. ]
Let's get some sleep, nasty.
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