[ 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. ]
[ sure, langa is feeling exhausted as hell and he could probably fall asleep the moment he closes his eyes, but he adamantly tries to stay awake long enough to be able to spend at least a full minute of this afterglow with reki… he really wants to let reki know that he meant every word he had said during their fits of passion, and that there’s so much more he has to say, and that they should definitely have a next time for this, a next time for more—
grasping the hand covering his mouth, langa places a sweet kiss at the center of reki’s palm before using it to pull reki closer so that langa can land another kiss to the corner of reki’s lips. ]
I love you.
[ is what he starts with, voice dripping with pure adoration as he drapes that arm over his shoulder, shifting closer. somehow in the middle being turned to his side, his cock had slipped out from reki's hole—which leaves langa feeling a little lonely so he tries to make up for it by closing any other space left in between them. ]
Reki, did you… Was it all good for you?
[ time for the moment of truth. reki seemed to have enjoyed himself all throughout but did he really? langa has to know. ]
[ reki groans as he's pulled closer. he doesn't want to think about that. about how embarrassing it was to let all those emotions go right then, during their first time, a memory that's going to stick with them forever. if it was just langa, he'd never let him live it down. it would've been a great opportunity for some eternal ribbing. really, reki can't wrap his head around why he deserves that adoration in langa's voice, his compulsion to be close to reki even after he's spent and sated.
so much for all that post-sex confidence. he mumbles something close to love you back, trying to find a comfortable place for himself in the tight tangle of their bodies. moving like this makes him acutely aware of how wet it still feels inside of him, and he's groaning again, for a different reason, angry at his body for burning hot all over again at the sensation.
yeah, no. not right now. ]
It was good.
[ he knows exactly why langa's asking him. firmly, he squeezes langa's shoulder so there's no doubt that he's telling the truth, even if he can't really bring himself to open his eyes. that squeeze turns into slowly stroking fingers, gliding up and down langa's arm, and there it is. he actually loves this fucking idiot, his heart so incredibly full of the desire to touch him and be with him, and he deserves to know that. ]
Would've been better if I was on top. Next time. Night, Langa.
[ relief washes over langa from hearing that it was good after all... for both of them, not just himself. thank fuck for that because langa would've felt extremely guilty for enjoying every single second if reki had felt any other type of way.
the corner of langa's mouth twitches into a smile when reki stubbornly reminds him of being denied to be on top... langa had almost forgotten about that actually, so fucking driven by his primal desires of nailing reki into the bed... well. at least they have next time for it, right?
but that smile quickly melts into a pout when reki tries to shut him down into sleeping right in the middle of their nice little post-sex conversation. hey, now—! ]
Fine, you can be on top next time.
[ langa assures with a whine, and weakly squeezes reki in his arms, hoping he hasn't actually fallen asleep on him yet. ]
[ he pushes his hands out between them to try to combat the squeeze like an angry cat. they're both so sweaty—man, what he wouldn't give for a shower—and langa always runs way hotter than him. it's nice when he's cold, which he will be the second he's not overheating, it's yet another one of life's vicious cycles, but right now he's too sleepy and fussy.
which isn't his fault! he didn't ask to be nailed to his mattress tonight. except for the part where he did, eagerly and enthusiastically, but it's not his fault langa went above and beyond, as always. that's on him for always being perfect and amazing. the absolute fucking gall of this man. reki cracks one eye open and stares balefully at him. ]
[ he gets a what at first but langa holds back from answering, he continues pouting instead because he wants more than a verbal response. reki's eyes have been closed this whole time langa's been talking to him! not that he's offended by it or anything, langa's just... after everything they've done on this bed, there's this weird needy feeling he has that he can't quite cover up. it doesn't help that reki's trying to push him away as well. but langa remains a solid, dead-weight against him, not budging.
when he finally gets one eye on him, langa's pout turns into a small smile, amused at how reki's acting a lot like a certain fennec fox. his heart fills to the surface with warm affection... there's so much he could say but he decides... maybe it can wait until morning. ]
Nothing. Just wanted to get one last good look at you before sleeping. Night Reki.
[ and just like that, langa's eyes slip shut, making reki literally the last thing he sees. the small smile remains on his face as he snuggles against reki and the pillow they're sharing. ]
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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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grasping the hand covering his mouth, langa places a sweet kiss at the center of reki’s palm before using it to pull reki closer so that langa can land another kiss to the corner of reki’s lips. ]
I love you.
[ is what he starts with, voice dripping with pure adoration as he drapes that arm over his shoulder, shifting closer. somehow in the middle being turned to his side, his cock had slipped out from reki's hole—which leaves langa feeling a little lonely so he tries to make up for it by closing any other space left in between them. ]
Reki, did you… Was it all good for you?
[ time for the moment of truth. reki seemed to have enjoyed himself all throughout but did he really? langa has to know. ]
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so much for all that post-sex confidence. he mumbles something close to love you back, trying to find a comfortable place for himself in the tight tangle of their bodies. moving like this makes him acutely aware of how wet it still feels inside of him, and he's groaning again, for a different reason, angry at his body for burning hot all over again at the sensation.
yeah, no. not right now. ]
It was good.
[ he knows exactly why langa's asking him. firmly, he squeezes langa's shoulder so there's no doubt that he's telling the truth, even if he can't really bring himself to open his eyes. that squeeze turns into slowly stroking fingers, gliding up and down langa's arm, and there it is. he actually loves this fucking idiot, his heart so incredibly full of the desire to touch him and be with him, and he deserves to know that. ]
Would've been better if I was on top. Next time. Night, Langa.
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the corner of langa's mouth twitches into a smile when reki stubbornly reminds him of being denied to be on top... langa had almost forgotten about that actually, so fucking driven by his primal desires of nailing reki into the bed... well. at least they have next time for it, right?
but that smile quickly melts into a pout when reki tries to shut him down into sleeping right in the middle of their nice little post-sex conversation. hey, now—! ]
Fine, you can be on top next time.
[ langa assures with a whine, and weakly squeezes reki in his arms, hoping he hasn't actually fallen asleep on him yet. ]
Rekiiiiii.
[ don't ignore hiiiim. ]
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What.
[ he pushes his hands out between them to try to combat the squeeze like an angry cat. they're both so sweaty—man, what he wouldn't give for a shower—and langa always runs way hotter than him. it's nice when he's cold, which he will be the second he's not overheating, it's yet another one of life's vicious cycles, but right now he's too sleepy and fussy.
which isn't his fault! he didn't ask to be nailed to his mattress tonight. except for the part where he did, eagerly and enthusiastically, but it's not his fault langa went above and beyond, as always. that's on him for always being perfect and amazing. the absolute fucking gall of this man. reki cracks one eye open and stares balefully at him. ]
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when he finally gets one eye on him, langa's pout turns into a small smile, amused at how reki's acting a lot like a certain fennec fox. his heart fills to the surface with warm affection... there's so much he could say but he decides... maybe it can wait until morning. ]
Nothing. Just wanted to get one last good look at you before sleeping. Night Reki.
[ and just like that, langa's eyes slip shut, making reki literally the last thing he sees. the small smile remains on his face as he snuggles against reki and the pillow they're sharing. ]