[ 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.
[ the more reki pours his heart out into the small space between them, the more it spurs langa on to keep fucking him harder into the bed, pleasure rippling through him as their skin loudly slaps together. hearing these string of words mixed with reki's broken moans does something to langa, and his body can’t help but react honestly to every emotional revelation. it's as if he's trying to communicate back with his body, with every syncopated push of his hips—love you too, reki. been in love with you for so long. you're the only person who's ever made me feel this way, reki. reki, reki, reki—
it also helps that reki’s taking his cock like a fucking champ, with every part of him engulfing langa in a warm, vice-like embrace, like he means to keep langa there until further notice. not like langa would ever argue about staying inside of him. he’s more than happy to keep doing this, keep exploring this other side of themselves they’ve yet to fully discover.
the only thing pulling langa away from completely destroying reki's ass is the way reki continues sobbing against him. unfortunately, langa has yet to pinpoint the difference between cries of pleasure and cries of pain. shit. langa's not hurting him, is he? but reki isn’t saying anything about it… although, knowing him, he's also the type not to mention it if he were in any sort of pain. instead, reki's begging for langa to let him be on top, which has langa pouting and shaking his head defiantly, not yet willing to relinquish his upper hand.
somehow, he manages not to break his speed as he leans in closer, nose nudging against reki’s cheek, lips constantly brushing along reki’s jaw as langa speaks, slightly slurring: ]
You… Reki, you’re always doing things for me… I wanna do this—Wanna do this for you. Please, let me… Let me show you how much I want you. I need you… Reki.
[ and before reki can counter with an argument, langa quickly slots their mouths together in a desperate kiss, swallowing any word or sound that might tumble from reki's lips. moving forward on the bed, he's then forcing reki's hips to lift a little higher, helping langa change up his angle, before he continues with his measured thrusts, basking in the way his cock is getting squeezed in a different manner.
sorry reki, but it doesn’t seem like langa's planning on stopping any time soon. ]
[ whatever pain and discomfort reki's felt this entire time has long since melted away into the blaring, tremendous surge of pleasure that hits him every time langa so much as twitches. that's why he wants more of it, so much more, wants to beat himself against langa too and drown himself in all the ache and heat and sweetness.
but man, does he know what that fucking pout on langa's lips means. reki's eyes narrow the second that he sees it, and langa doesn't even give him the chance to speak. instead, he's stuck growling against langa's lips, the pitch of his guttural little sounds rising as he's lifted off the bed. stubborn fucking langa. reki knows exactly what he's up to and he's as incensed as he is excited.
if this was anyone else, it'd be so awful. his legs are falling apart this high up in the air, shaking too hard to clench around him anymore. he's helpless to do anything but take and take and take and langa's making sure to give him so much. this new angle hits everything in a whole new way that he's not ready for, and it feels like langa is just pounding deeper and deeper into his guts, relentlessly hammering away at throbbing, too-sensitive nerves that make him writhe in langa's arms and tear at his back with the blunt edges of his nails, absolutely blinded to it all by the overwhelming fever building and building within him.
there's no choice but to just surrender. his reddened face tips back against the pillow he's being crushed into and the waning dregs of his strength all go to angling his hips so every thrust langa takes out of him adds to that heat. it's so overwhelming now and he's never felt anything like it before, so maybe it won't be too awful to just lay here and let langa show him where it leads to. all he knows is that he's on fire, sobbing in a completely different way now, every muscle in his body clenched so tight that it feels like he's about to snap.
he can barely break from the delirious sounds he's making long enough to speak, but when he does, the only words he's got are "faster, harder." ]
[ at some point after this, langa’s most likely going to cry to reki about the scratches on his back; he’ll implore reki with more pouting and woeful looks in order to have cooling salve applied for him because langa is an absolute wuss when it comes to his own pain. but for now, there’s something about that stinging sensation that invigorates every nerve, cell, and neuron in his body. he can’t stop the way he instinctively responds to reki’s beck and call of going faster and harder.
with reki’s legs splayed apart, langa shifts back enough to hook one leg over his shoulder while his other hand supports himself on the bed. this way, he can rut into reki in quicker successions, and enjoy the way reki's body bounces back against the mattress. the blue in his eyes darken as his gaze sweeps over the entire length of his frame, only stopping to appreciate the sight of reki's cock leaking all over his abdomen—damn, langa knew reki was beautiful inside and out but has he always been this fucking sexy?
a new idea forms in langa's mind as he wonders how to get the same reaction from when he had prodded at reki's prostate with his fingers. there must be a way he can reach that part again and make reki feel as intense as he did earlier.
and so with all the freedom to do as he pleases, langa finally decides to test out the new position he has in mind—first, he distracts reki with another searing kiss, since those seem to work out so well, before he pulls his cock out. he also breaks away from the kiss, and guides reki to lay on his front. gripping reki by the hips, langa then pulls reki closer as he slides his cock back into that slippery heat, groaning once more from the rapturous embrace around his dick. ]
How’s this, Reki?
[ he asks as he resumes thrusting in and out, going deep but a lot slower so he can purposefully brush along that same area with his cock. even if this position is going to take more stamina out of him, he couldn't care less. all he wants is to hear reki go crazy from the pleasure. ]
Fuck, y’feel so good… You feel—Ah—fucking amazing, Reki.
[ what freedom? langa's just doing exactly what langa wants, same as usual, and it's starting to occur to reki that this rule applies to the bedroom same as everywhere. no amount of promises or pinky swears or daps are ever going to sway him; once langa's taken that first step toward what he wants, there's no stopping him.
suddenly, reki doesn't even feel like he should try. getting fucked completely out of his mind isn't the worst thing that ever happened to him. in all regards, it's up there in his top ten, actually. there's just something so brutally them about langa whittling down his inhibitions and turning him into a stammering, tear-soaked mess, helpless to do anything but clutch at the sheets beneath him and add to the pool of wetness that's forming on his belly. he doesn't even care that his body is screaming that he's taking too much and he needs more touch in the right places; the edge of agony and pleasure langa's trapped him on is far too fine for him to want to transcend it.
and then langa's kissing him, which is starting to have a pavlovian effect on reki. immediately, he's growling, knowing in his heart that langa's up to some shit again, and he's not wrong. those strong arms scoop him up—fuck, it's so hot how solid they are—and lay him back down so that his protests are muffled by the pillows beneath his head. it's another episode of doing whatever the fuck langa wants to do as his body jolts from the sensation of that thick cock sliding deep inside him from this new, profound angle, nestling right up against a spot that makes him see stars.
or is it? the first thing he's compelled to do when langa lifts his hips is slam his ass hard against langa's pelvis with the most satisfying clap of skin he's ever heard. that, that is the finest thing he's ever felt; it tears through his whole body like a wildfire, turning that heat he felt before into a bone-melting scorch.
no, he needs more of that. a lot more of that. he's a fucking fiend for it, his hands mindlessly scrabbling across the sheets as they try to figure out how to best shove himself back harder, faster. he fights with everything he's got to arch his spine and bounce his ass off every single thrust he takes. he has to bite down on the pillow beneath him to keep himself from screaming, because his whole body is contracting, melting, superheating, assaulted by waves and waves of pleasure that keep getting stronger. ]
Langa.
[ he growls, teeth caught in the fabric of the pillow. ]
[ langa should’ve known reki wasn’t going to just lay there and allow himself to get fucked. no, not his reki. the aggressive rush of pleasure around his dick wrenches deep guttural moans from langa's chest as reki desperately slams back against him over and over again. their sweat slick skin slapping together so loudly as if to leave no room for denial of what they were doing, with reki's fat ass cheeks jiggling from the force of every thrust, and blooming into the most beautiful shade of red.
technically in this position, langa has all the power to make reki stop, to make him submit to his will and literally get fucked. but langa finds that he's really enjoying the way reki is going absolutely feral for this, incessantly bouncing away on langa’s dick as he trembles against the bed, like an animal in heat only seeking for pleasure. ]
Never, Reki. Never wanna stop...
[ he assures, truly not having planned on stopping anytime soon. not when he finally gets to do what he’s always wanted. meeting that tight ass with deep thrusts of his hips, langa moves forward a little closer until he can slide an arm around reki’s hips, reaching for reki’s very much neglected cock. it’s so fucking wet to the touch, it almost has langa reel back and wonder if reki’s already come again amidst their frantic fuck session. but no, langa’s certain he would’ve felt it the second time, especially with his entire dick literally making its home inside of this small frame. there’s no way in hell he wouldn’t have noticed.
with his fingers wrapped firmly around reki’s cock, langa jerks him off in tandem with his thrusts, moving his fist all the way down to the base, then squeezing as he rubs along towards the tip. it’s probably become more challenging for reki to shove back against langa, which works out fine for langa as he's able to regain a bit more control over their frantic movements. ]
Reki, I love you… Wanna fuck you like this forever. You’re so fucking good, baby. You were made for me—Ah, fuck, I love you so much.
[ he snaps his hips forward, then grinds in deep, repeating this motion again and again as he massages reki's inner walls with the entire length of his cock. ]
[ in some small, dim part of his mind that hasn't been fucked to oblivion and back, reki's starting to suspect that's exactly what's happening. he's never had this amount of experience with these sensations, but it's impossible now to ignore that there's a cycle to them, an ebb and flow of heat and pleasure that heightens and drops and, most exciting of all, never fucking ends.
it's not like coming on his own or even coming like he did before. it's just an eye rolling, toe-curling ecstasy that builds and builds as reki frantically fucks himself with langa's dick, spiking every time langa meets him with a rough thrust. and that wetness just keeps coming, without the relief of release, just warmth and the perfect sweetness of endlessly dripping with every stroke of langa's thick cock inside him.
and then langa's fingers wrap around his cock and reki's crying out, his movements stuttering. immediately, the urgency he felt before to keep building up all that molten pressure inside him switches to the aching flesh in langa's hand. the pain's been so constant that it's long-since faded into the background, but now it's all that reki can feel. he needs to come, just like this, and with the way langa is fucking him and stroking him in time, it won't be long. ]
Langa— Fuck, I... Langa, please.
[ he whines softly, finally lowering his head back into the pillows, his upper body sagging beneath his lifted ass. every single inch of him is trembling, his body so tight all over that he can't even move. and even if he could, langa's going to do as he pleases anyway, and he's just resolved to lay like this instead.
he sobs against the pillow, huffing, winded by the way his insides are fluttering and snapping and langa keeps fucking through the clench like it's nothing. he's so close, right there, can't even close his yawning jaw or open up his eyes. ]
[ the sweet cries of his name combined with the view of reki’s crumpled form on the bed has langa obsessed with knowing that he’s responsible for this. he’s responsible for reki being unable to keep his voice down, responsible for reki leaking all over his hand as langa takes care of him from the front and the back. this is everything langa’s dreamed of doing and more, for reki to let langa in emotionally and physically down to their skin; to allow langa to see him in all of his vulnerability.
it’s really not long now, even langa can tell, with reki’s rippling insides intermittently squeezing and clinging around him in warning, how reki's thighs quiver from the intensity of langa's thrusts, while his tightly wound up body continues to take whatever langa gives him again and again.
leaning over and resting his head on the top of reki’s spine, langa’s other hand runs along a soft curve before securing on reki’s hip. he shifts his legs back slightly, lowering himself even more until he's almost laying on top of reki, before he fucks into him, brutal and quick and unreservedly possessive. it’s too much but not enough, never enough, but langa with all his strength and determination chases after whatever it takes for reki to reach his climax.
lifting his head from reki’s back, langa growls into reki’s ear, demanding for the inevitable. he needs to see this. he needs to feel reki's body seize up and shake as langa pounds into him with wild abandon, his cock ramming into that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over and over— ]
[ it's a more perfect finale than reki could ever imagine. langa folds over him and even that much has him groaning, fucked out of his mind but well-taught that any shift in langa's posture means something new is coming his way. and of course that's exactly what happens; langa's so close already that fucking into him this way draws a howl from the pit of his chest he can only barely muffle against the pillows. he's going to be such a fucking wreck in the morning.
especially with the way langa's fucking him now, like he belongs to him, like all this flesh he's grabbing and pounding into is his for the taking. all of that is true. reki can't even speak, his teeth grinding so hard as he's assaulted on all ends by nothing but far too acute pleasure and sweetly burning pain. it makes quick work of whatever was keeping him from coming—he barely even needs langa's hand there before his cock is jerking and spilling what feels like an endless stream of come. langa just hammers more and more of it out of him, his body twisting and going so tight that all the motions between them turn almost excruciating—but it's perfect, it's so good, and he feels a strange sense of pride in langa that he managed to get him here.
it feels so, so good, like nothing he's ever felt before, so overwhelmed by the snap of release that his whole body is shaking apart and he couldn't move if he wanted to. and then abruptly, it's far too much, and he's grasping at langa's hand and frantically tearing at his fingers, rising again as best he can with little, truncated motions of his hips to beg langa to go faster. ]
[ if it were entirely up to langa with full control over his body, there’s no way he would be stopping this anytime soon. he loves this too much, loves that he gets to be inside of reki and make him feel this fucking good. he wants to get to do this all the time, or at least until morning—if they don't get found out yet—then do it all over again, and some more the following day.
most of the blame for becoming this insatiable would be placed on teen hormones and their incredibly high libido, but there's this sentimental part of langa that wants to make reki feel like he’s worth so much more than whatever he’s made up about himself. langa wants to let him know that he's wanted this badly, and that nobody else could ever come close. but langa is also pretty aware that fucking him until he can't walk isn't going to cut it—of course not. someone like reki deserves a whole lot more, but at least it's a clear introduction into knowing how much langa wants and needs him.
this thread of thought is what manages to hold langa back from his nearing orgasm as reki clenches intensely around his cock and releases all over langa’s hand and the bed. it’s fucking surreal being witness to reki writhing and falling apart so beautifully, spilling over himself and making an even bigger mess.
with reki’s hand grasping his, nails biting into langa’s skin, langa turns his hand over and clasps their palms together before shifting back and slipping his cock out without warning. he rolls reki over so that they’re back to their initial position, and plunges his dick into that impossible heat once again. faced together like this, langa can freely stare into those pools of amber and gold as he continues to fuck reki with all that he has. his hips are moving erratically, back and forth of their own accord, slapping against reki’s reddened thighs and ass with no care for rest. ]
You’re... ah—already mine, Reki.
[ he whispers as he pins both of reki’s hands on the bed, threading their fingers together in a sweet gesture that contrasts the way he's pummeling into him. teeth sinking into his lower lip, langa forcefully holds his release at bay as he continues to thrust nonstop. he's not going to hold out for long but he'll be damned if he doesn't take advantage of every second of this. ]
[ langa has him flopping on his back, all dead, numb weight. how he thinks reki has this kind of stamina is alarming; with the rush of arousal petered off into a fine, hazy glow, all reki wants to do is curl up and go the fuck to sleep. getting fucked by langa is kind of like being in a car crash, just one big boom of adrenaline, and now, all the same aches and pains of being savagely battered. he expects every thrust to be the last one, but it never is, and he feels the sting of annoyance rising fast. ]
I know—
[ langa takes his hands and pins them to the bed. it's sweet, yes, but it also makes his heart pound so hard that it leaves him breathless, his eyes so wide that he can feel it. it's affectionate, but it's also langa, strong and sure and gazing down at him with no intent to fuck him in any way beyond exactly how he wants to. his, all his, to do with as he pleases, his body heavy between reki's thighs and his grip so strong that it makes reki dizzy.
now he's mad at himself, for liking this too much.
now, his body knows just how to move to make this feel good. he's squirming against every impaling thrust, his body turned greedy inside, muscles clenching to help carry langa's cock to where he needs it most. the sounds that reki's making are infuriating to him; keening, pleading, desperate, like he's right back on the edge again and fuck if that isn't exactly false. ]
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
[ it's really all he's got left in him as his thighs clench so he can climb his body up higher and let gravity and langa's pounding cock keep him in a maddening place between rising and falling. ]
[ maybe some awareness over reki’s inner turmoil would’ve prompted langa to ease up a little for their first time. maybe he shouldn’t be going too hard or he shouldn’t keep fucking reki after reki's finished for the second time, but… langa’s pretty bad at reading others; it’s hard for him to know when to stop, or when to realize that his actions could potentially be hurting someone. he only recognizes what he wants and can only hope to be met halfway—it's definitely something he needs to work on. luckily for him, reki seems to have the patience for it. or at least he does most of the time...
langa might’ve picked up on that strain of annoyance in reki’s response, but it’s hard to tell for sure with everything else that’s happening.
but in the next moment, it seems safe to say that reki doesn’t hate langa (yet?) for endlessly ramming his dick into him with no promise of stopping. it’s thanks to the telltale signs of reki squirming against him—not to get away, but to bring langa in closer so that they’re reaching greater heights.
is it bad that langa really likes seeing reki like this? how he looks so desperate and wanton to the point of delirious, with his body so taut, wound up, and messy from his earlier spillage. with his skin completely red all over, looking downright edible as it glistens with sweat—reki has always looked so beautiful, but this look he's giving langa is fucking insane. there's no way anyone else could ever be allowed to see reki like this. this should only be for langa's eyes only.
his muscles are sore and cramping all over, but langa vigorously fucks reki like it’s the last chance he's ever gonna get. he goes on and on and on; the banging of the bed on the wall giving a clearer indication of what they're really up to. it's not even for any sort of buildup for langa, he's already reached the highest peak and is somehow managing to stay on that plane. langa doesn't even know where he begins and ends anymore, his brain is all mush filled with the echoes of their fucking—all he knows is that he never wants this to end.
but finally after enough time has passed, he reaches his breaking point and his body yields to the undeniable pressure, seizing up and then crashing down without warning. ]
Fuck.
[ he grinds out between his teeth as he shoots into reki, white-hot liquid reaching deep inside of him. still not knowing when to quit, langa continues snapping his hips in quick forceful pulses, trying to prolong this moment for as long as he can. ]
[ like reki ever would have told him to ease up. just like in all things, it's important to him that he can keep pace with langa. there's no way in hell he's going to tap out before they're finished. even if he didn't like it, he wouldn't say a damn word.
but he does, he likes it a lot. he's so beyond sore and exhausted that he's just ascended to a higher plane. it's a different sort of rush, one that's sort of heavy like a high, surreal. it doesn't even hit him at first that they're nearing the end until he dimly registers that langa's holding him extra hard, which means he should probably be paying attention to what's happening. ]
Oh fuck...
[ reki dimly remembers asking for this, but he's still not prepared for what it actually feels like to be all slicked up inside by langa's seed. it makes everything so, so wet, every frantic snap of langa's hips so smooth and beyond his ability to control with his clenching muscles. it feels so full and warm and he's digging his knees into langa's side like he's a run-away horse, trying to get him to pause for a second so that he can really feel this.
of course, nothing will ever stop langa short of a coma, and reki's content, anyway, to let him have whatever he needs from this, so he just breathes as deeply as he can, head tilted back as he shudders through this brand new sensation. ]
That's it, Langa, just like that, baby, fuck— Feels so good...
[ he tilts his hips as best he can, making himself as accommodating as he can despite his limited range of movement. it's the least he can do, all these orgasms later, and he likes it, feeling like he has something to be proud about, something within him that no one else can ever have. ]
[ being able to come inside of someone, langa learns, is a hell of a lot different from coming from his own hand. instead of being met with cool air over a damp cock, he remains lodged in this slick heat, inner walls still clenching around him almost like he’s being milked dry for everything he's got. every minuscule movement he makes, whether he’s sliding his cock in or out causes his seed to spread even more, some of it leaking out and creating an even bigger mess—and it’s fucking filthy as it is fucking hot.
in a more romantic (?) perspective, being able to finish off like this kind of feels like… a completion of something so deeply intimate, like… something langa can’t even begin to describe. it just feels so nice and fuck, if reki allows it, he’d want to do this again, infinitely, for the rest of their lives.
but again is for another time, not right after this. maybe when his energy returns to him, because following the storm of his climax, langa’s body rudely reminds him of how much energy he’s exhausted into their round after round on the bed, leaving him with weary muscles and bones and fuck, he feels like he needs to sleep for an entire week to feel normal again.
without pulling out yet, langa’s arms that had been holding him up buckles before he falls on top of reki, face burrowing into the pillow that had been propping reki’s head. langa heaves out a deep sigh of pure unadulterated content. ]
Reki.
[ langa calls softly as he turns his head to face his… lover. he gives a small, tired smile, blue eyes twinkling as his gaze settles over reki’s features, who looks just as exhausted as langa feels, but hopefully just as content. he reaches over with a clean hand to brush reki's hair back, so tender and loving and totally opposite of the fucking beast he had turned into moments ago. ]
[ yeah, that's what reki was trying to tell him. like, it's just a natural bodily function, whatever, but all these tears and emotions later, it feels like something more. on a technical level reki guesses it is too; becoming fluid bonded with a partner is supposed to be a big, important decision, but honestly. the real thrill of it is feeling like he's fully langa's now, like they've given and taken everything between them and he can finally relax. (until all those familiar anxieties just rise again with him in the morning, completely unimpressed with reki's sex-addled logic right now.)
the only thing he's not looking forward to is langa landing on him. it's never pleasant no matter how much langa thinks it is, and he sees it coming, eyes widening just like always. ]
Langa, don't—
[ and then all he can do is sigh about it, because of course it happens anyway. how anybody gets to be this tall and heavy without ever realizing it, reki has no idea. he's not so heavy that reki can't use those legs wrapped around him to flip him over on to his side with the very, very last dregs of his strength, still all entangled, but at least he can breathe now. which he does, taking in a big, deep breath, eyes slipping shut beneath langa's tender touch.
and then squeezing shut, when he hears what he's saying, his expression turning sour as he reaches out to clap a hand over his mouth. ]
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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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it also helps that reki’s taking his cock like a fucking champ, with every part of him engulfing langa in a warm, vice-like embrace, like he means to keep langa there until further notice. not like langa would ever argue about staying inside of him. he’s more than happy to keep doing this, keep exploring this other side of themselves they’ve yet to fully discover.
the only thing pulling langa away from completely destroying reki's ass is the way reki continues sobbing against him. unfortunately, langa has yet to pinpoint the difference between cries of pleasure and cries of pain. shit. langa's not hurting him, is he? but reki isn’t saying anything about it… although, knowing him, he's also the type not to mention it if he were in any sort of pain. instead, reki's begging for langa to let him be on top, which has langa pouting and shaking his head defiantly, not yet willing to relinquish his upper hand.
somehow, he manages not to break his speed as he leans in closer, nose nudging against reki’s cheek, lips constantly brushing along reki’s jaw as langa speaks, slightly slurring: ]
You… Reki, you’re always doing things for me… I wanna do this—Wanna do this for you. Please, let me… Let me show you how much I want you. I need you… Reki.
[ and before reki can counter with an argument, langa quickly slots their mouths together in a desperate kiss, swallowing any word or sound that might tumble from reki's lips. moving forward on the bed, he's then forcing reki's hips to lift a little higher, helping langa change up his angle, before he continues with his measured thrusts, basking in the way his cock is getting squeezed in a different manner.
sorry reki, but it doesn’t seem like langa's planning on stopping any time soon. ]
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but man, does he know what that fucking pout on langa's lips means. reki's eyes narrow the second that he sees it, and langa doesn't even give him the chance to speak. instead, he's stuck growling against langa's lips, the pitch of his guttural little sounds rising as he's lifted off the bed. stubborn fucking langa. reki knows exactly what he's up to and he's as incensed as he is excited.
if this was anyone else, it'd be so awful. his legs are falling apart this high up in the air, shaking too hard to clench around him anymore. he's helpless to do anything but take and take and take and langa's making sure to give him so much. this new angle hits everything in a whole new way that he's not ready for, and it feels like langa is just pounding deeper and deeper into his guts, relentlessly hammering away at throbbing, too-sensitive nerves that make him writhe in langa's arms and tear at his back with the blunt edges of his nails, absolutely blinded to it all by the overwhelming fever building and building within him.
there's no choice but to just surrender. his reddened face tips back against the pillow he's being crushed into and the waning dregs of his strength all go to angling his hips so every thrust langa takes out of him adds to that heat. it's so overwhelming now and he's never felt anything like it before, so maybe it won't be too awful to just lay here and let langa show him where it leads to. all he knows is that he's on fire, sobbing in a completely different way now, every muscle in his body clenched so tight that it feels like he's about to snap.
he can barely break from the delirious sounds he's making long enough to speak, but when he does, the only words he's got are "faster, harder." ]
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with reki’s legs splayed apart, langa shifts back enough to hook one leg over his shoulder while his other hand supports himself on the bed. this way, he can rut into reki in quicker successions, and enjoy the way reki's body bounces back against the mattress. the blue in his eyes darken as his gaze sweeps over the entire length of his frame, only stopping to appreciate the sight of reki's cock leaking all over his abdomen—damn, langa knew reki was beautiful inside and out but has he always been this fucking sexy?
a new idea forms in langa's mind as he wonders how to get the same reaction from when he had prodded at reki's prostate with his fingers. there must be a way he can reach that part again and make reki feel as intense as he did earlier.
and so with all the freedom to do as he pleases, langa finally decides to test out the new position he has in mind—first, he distracts reki with another searing kiss, since those seem to work out so well, before he pulls his cock out. he also breaks away from the kiss, and guides reki to lay on his front. gripping reki by the hips, langa then pulls reki closer as he slides his cock back into that slippery heat, groaning once more from the rapturous embrace around his dick. ]
How’s this, Reki?
[ he asks as he resumes thrusting in and out, going deep but a lot slower so he can purposefully brush along that same area with his cock. even if this position is going to take more stamina out of him, he couldn't care less. all he wants is to hear reki go crazy from the pleasure. ]
Fuck, y’feel so good… You feel—Ah—fucking amazing, Reki.
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suddenly, reki doesn't even feel like he should try. getting fucked completely out of his mind isn't the worst thing that ever happened to him. in all regards, it's up there in his top ten, actually. there's just something so brutally them about langa whittling down his inhibitions and turning him into a stammering, tear-soaked mess, helpless to do anything but clutch at the sheets beneath him and add to the pool of wetness that's forming on his belly. he doesn't even care that his body is screaming that he's taking too much and he needs more touch in the right places; the edge of agony and pleasure langa's trapped him on is far too fine for him to want to transcend it.
and then langa's kissing him, which is starting to have a pavlovian effect on reki. immediately, he's growling, knowing in his heart that langa's up to some shit again, and he's not wrong. those strong arms scoop him up—fuck, it's so hot how solid they are—and lay him back down so that his protests are muffled by the pillows beneath his head. it's another episode of doing whatever the fuck langa wants to do as his body jolts from the sensation of that thick cock sliding deep inside him from this new, profound angle, nestling right up against a spot that makes him see stars.
or is it? the first thing he's compelled to do when langa lifts his hips is slam his ass hard against langa's pelvis with the most satisfying clap of skin he's ever heard. that, that is the finest thing he's ever felt; it tears through his whole body like a wildfire, turning that heat he felt before into a bone-melting scorch.
no, he needs more of that. a lot more of that. he's a fucking fiend for it, his hands mindlessly scrabbling across the sheets as they try to figure out how to best shove himself back harder, faster. he fights with everything he's got to arch his spine and bounce his ass off every single thrust he takes. he has to bite down on the pillow beneath him to keep himself from screaming, because his whole body is contracting, melting, superheating, assaulted by waves and waves of pleasure that keep getting stronger. ]
Langa.
[ he growls, teeth caught in the fabric of the pillow. ]
Don't you— Ah! Ah! Ah! Fuck, ah! Don't fucking stop—
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technically in this position, langa has all the power to make reki stop, to make him submit to his will and literally get fucked. but langa finds that he's really enjoying the way reki is going absolutely feral for this, incessantly bouncing away on langa’s dick as he trembles against the bed, like an animal in heat only seeking for pleasure. ]
Never, Reki. Never wanna stop...
[ he assures, truly not having planned on stopping anytime soon. not when he finally gets to do what he’s always wanted. meeting that tight ass with deep thrusts of his hips, langa moves forward a little closer until he can slide an arm around reki’s hips, reaching for reki’s very much neglected cock. it’s so fucking wet to the touch, it almost has langa reel back and wonder if reki’s already come again amidst their frantic fuck session. but no, langa’s certain he would’ve felt it the second time, especially with his entire dick literally making its home inside of this small frame. there’s no way in hell he wouldn’t have noticed.
with his fingers wrapped firmly around reki’s cock, langa jerks him off in tandem with his thrusts, moving his fist all the way down to the base, then squeezing as he rubs along towards the tip. it’s probably become more challenging for reki to shove back against langa, which works out fine for langa as he's able to regain a bit more control over their frantic movements. ]
Reki, I love you… Wanna fuck you like this forever. You’re so fucking good, baby. You were made for me—Ah, fuck, I love you so much.
[ he snaps his hips forward, then grinds in deep, repeating this motion again and again as he massages reki's inner walls with the entire length of his cock. ]
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it's not like coming on his own or even coming like he did before. it's just an eye rolling, toe-curling ecstasy that builds and builds as reki frantically fucks himself with langa's dick, spiking every time langa meets him with a rough thrust. and that wetness just keeps coming, without the relief of release, just warmth and the perfect sweetness of endlessly dripping with every stroke of langa's thick cock inside him.
and then langa's fingers wrap around his cock and reki's crying out, his movements stuttering. immediately, the urgency he felt before to keep building up all that molten pressure inside him switches to the aching flesh in langa's hand. the pain's been so constant that it's long-since faded into the background, but now it's all that reki can feel. he needs to come, just like this, and with the way langa is fucking him and stroking him in time, it won't be long. ]
Langa— Fuck, I... Langa, please.
[ he whines softly, finally lowering his head back into the pillows, his upper body sagging beneath his lifted ass. every single inch of him is trembling, his body so tight all over that he can't even move. and even if he could, langa's going to do as he pleases anyway, and he's just resolved to lay like this instead.
he sobs against the pillow, huffing, winded by the way his insides are fluttering and snapping and langa keeps fucking through the clench like it's nothing. he's so close, right there, can't even close his yawning jaw or open up his eyes. ]
Faster, please, fuck, I'm so close—
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it’s really not long now, even langa can tell, with reki’s rippling insides intermittently squeezing and clinging around him in warning, how reki's thighs quiver from the intensity of langa's thrusts, while his tightly wound up body continues to take whatever langa gives him again and again.
leaning over and resting his head on the top of reki’s spine, langa’s other hand runs along a soft curve before securing on reki’s hip. he shifts his legs back slightly, lowering himself even more until he's almost laying on top of reki, before he fucks into him, brutal and quick and unreservedly possessive. it’s too much but not enough, never enough, but langa with all his strength and determination chases after whatever it takes for reki to reach his climax.
lifting his head from reki’s back, langa growls into reki’s ear, demanding for the inevitable. he needs to see this. he needs to feel reki's body seize up and shake as langa pounds into him with wild abandon, his cock ramming into that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over and over— ]
Come for me, Reki.
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especially with the way langa's fucking him now, like he belongs to him, like all this flesh he's grabbing and pounding into is his for the taking. all of that is true. reki can't even speak, his teeth grinding so hard as he's assaulted on all ends by nothing but far too acute pleasure and sweetly burning pain. it makes quick work of whatever was keeping him from coming—he barely even needs langa's hand there before his cock is jerking and spilling what feels like an endless stream of come. langa just hammers more and more of it out of him, his body twisting and going so tight that all the motions between them turn almost excruciating—but it's perfect, it's so good, and he feels a strange sense of pride in langa that he managed to get him here.
it feels so, so good, like nothing he's ever felt before, so overwhelmed by the snap of release that his whole body is shaking apart and he couldn't move if he wanted to. and then abruptly, it's far too much, and he's grasping at langa's hand and frantically tearing at his fingers, rising again as best he can with little, truncated motions of his hips to beg langa to go faster. ]
Come inside me. Langa, make me yours.
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most of the blame for becoming this insatiable would be placed on teen hormones and their incredibly high libido, but there's this sentimental part of langa that wants to make reki feel like he’s worth so much more than whatever he’s made up about himself. langa wants to let him know that he's wanted this badly, and that nobody else could ever come close. but langa is also pretty aware that fucking him until he can't walk isn't going to cut it—of course not. someone like reki deserves a whole lot more, but at least it's a clear introduction into knowing how much langa wants and needs him.
this thread of thought is what manages to hold langa back from his nearing orgasm as reki clenches intensely around his cock and releases all over langa’s hand and the bed. it’s fucking surreal being witness to reki writhing and falling apart so beautifully, spilling over himself and making an even bigger mess.
with reki’s hand grasping his, nails biting into langa’s skin, langa turns his hand over and clasps their palms together before shifting back and slipping his cock out without warning. he rolls reki over so that they’re back to their initial position, and plunges his dick into that impossible heat once again. faced together like this, langa can freely stare into those pools of amber and gold as he continues to fuck reki with all that he has. his hips are moving erratically, back and forth of their own accord, slapping against reki’s reddened thighs and ass with no care for rest. ]
You’re... ah—already mine, Reki.
[ he whispers as he pins both of reki’s hands on the bed, threading their fingers together in a sweet gesture that contrasts the way he's pummeling into him. teeth sinking into his lower lip, langa forcefully holds his release at bay as he continues to thrust nonstop. he's not going to hold out for long but he'll be damned if he doesn't take advantage of every second of this. ]
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I know—
[ langa takes his hands and pins them to the bed. it's sweet, yes, but it also makes his heart pound so hard that it leaves him breathless, his eyes so wide that he can feel it. it's affectionate, but it's also langa, strong and sure and gazing down at him with no intent to fuck him in any way beyond exactly how he wants to. his, all his, to do with as he pleases, his body heavy between reki's thighs and his grip so strong that it makes reki dizzy.
now he's mad at himself, for liking this too much.
now, his body knows just how to move to make this feel good. he's squirming against every impaling thrust, his body turned greedy inside, muscles clenching to help carry langa's cock to where he needs it most. the sounds that reki's making are infuriating to him; keening, pleading, desperate, like he's right back on the edge again and fuck if that isn't exactly false. ]
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
[ it's really all he's got left in him as his thighs clench so he can climb his body up higher and let gravity and langa's pounding cock keep him in a maddening place between rising and falling. ]
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langa might’ve picked up on that strain of annoyance in reki’s response, but it’s hard to tell for sure with everything else that’s happening.
but in the next moment, it seems safe to say that reki doesn’t hate langa (yet?) for endlessly ramming his dick into him with no promise of stopping. it’s thanks to the telltale signs of reki squirming against him—not to get away, but to bring langa in closer so that they’re reaching greater heights.
is it bad that langa really likes seeing reki like this? how he looks so desperate and wanton to the point of delirious, with his body so taut, wound up, and messy from his earlier spillage. with his skin completely red all over, looking downright edible as it glistens with sweat—reki has always looked so beautiful, but this look he's giving langa is fucking insane. there's no way anyone else could ever be allowed to see reki like this. this should only be for langa's eyes only.
his muscles are sore and cramping all over, but langa vigorously fucks reki like it’s the last chance he's ever gonna get. he goes on and on and on; the banging of the bed on the wall giving a clearer indication of what they're really up to. it's not even for any sort of buildup for langa, he's already reached the highest peak and is somehow managing to stay on that plane. langa doesn't even know where he begins and ends anymore, his brain is all mush filled with the echoes of their fucking—all he knows is that he never wants this to end.
but finally after enough time has passed, he reaches his breaking point and his body yields to the undeniable pressure, seizing up and then crashing down without warning. ]
Fuck.
[ he grinds out between his teeth as he shoots into reki, white-hot liquid reaching deep inside of him. still not knowing when to quit, langa continues snapping his hips in quick forceful pulses, trying to prolong this moment for as long as he can. ]
Reki, Reki, Reki—
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but he does, he likes it a lot. he's so beyond sore and exhausted that he's just ascended to a higher plane. it's a different sort of rush, one that's sort of heavy like a high, surreal. it doesn't even hit him at first that they're nearing the end until he dimly registers that langa's holding him extra hard, which means he should probably be paying attention to what's happening. ]
Oh fuck...
[ reki dimly remembers asking for this, but he's still not prepared for what it actually feels like to be all slicked up inside by langa's seed. it makes everything so, so wet, every frantic snap of langa's hips so smooth and beyond his ability to control with his clenching muscles. it feels so full and warm and he's digging his knees into langa's side like he's a run-away horse, trying to get him to pause for a second so that he can really feel this.
of course, nothing will ever stop langa short of a coma, and reki's content, anyway, to let him have whatever he needs from this, so he just breathes as deeply as he can, head tilted back as he shudders through this brand new sensation. ]
That's it, Langa, just like that, baby, fuck— Feels so good...
[ he tilts his hips as best he can, making himself as accommodating as he can despite his limited range of movement. it's the least he can do, all these orgasms later, and he likes it, feeling like he has something to be proud about, something within him that no one else can ever have. ]
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in a more romantic (?) perspective, being able to finish off like this kind of feels like… a completion of something so deeply intimate, like… something langa can’t even begin to describe. it just feels so nice and fuck, if reki allows it, he’d want to do this again, infinitely, for the rest of their lives.
but again is for another time, not right after this. maybe when his energy returns to him, because following the storm of his climax, langa’s body rudely reminds him of how much energy he’s exhausted into their round after round on the bed, leaving him with weary muscles and bones and fuck, he feels like he needs to sleep for an entire week to feel normal again.
without pulling out yet, langa’s arms that had been holding him up buckles before he falls on top of reki, face burrowing into the pillow that had been propping reki’s head. langa heaves out a deep sigh of pure unadulterated content. ]
Reki.
[ langa calls softly as he turns his head to face his… lover. he gives a small, tired smile, blue eyes twinkling as his gaze settles over reki’s features, who looks just as exhausted as langa feels, but hopefully just as content. he reaches over with a clean hand to brush reki's hair back, so tender and loving and totally opposite of the fucking beast he had turned into moments ago. ]
You’re so amazing, Reki…
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the only thing he's not looking forward to is langa landing on him. it's never pleasant no matter how much langa thinks it is, and he sees it coming, eyes widening just like always. ]
Langa, don't—
[ and then all he can do is sigh about it, because of course it happens anyway. how anybody gets to be this tall and heavy without ever realizing it, reki has no idea. he's not so heavy that reki can't use those legs wrapped around him to flip him over on to his side with the very, very last dregs of his strength, still all entangled, but at least he can breathe now. which he does, taking in a big, deep breath, eyes slipping shut beneath langa's tender touch.
and then squeezing shut, when he hears what he's saying, his expression turning sour as he reaches out to clap a hand over his mouth. ]
No. Stop that. Sleep now.
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