[ reki was content to just bury himself against langa and let him work them both over the edge, but not when he grabs him like that. he feels langa's fingers searing into him like a brand, opening him wide and lancing so deeply into him that he's jolting off langa's shoulder, gone rigid with pleasure that burns in the aftermath. it's too much for a body that's been pushing itself past its limits since the night before, but he's not about to break down now. ]
That's it...
[ he doesn't even recognize his own voice anymore, ragged and wrecked, more breath than sound. it's like langa is changing every fundamental part of him by inhabiting him so aggressively, and reki's high off every part of it, floating away on the sensation of langa tearing him apart from the inside. ]
All yours— wanna be full of you.
[ he snakes a hand between them to cup his own cock, doesn't even really need to move the way langa's ripping him through the air. there's a difference now; langa using his body to get there, his cock so hard that reki's eyes are dotted with tears, a completely different thrill than any other. it makes him feel warm and proud and filthy in a way that clenches in his gut, drags him over the edge so sharply that he's howling over that first pulse of release, glad that langa's grasp is inextricable and will catch him as he trembles violently with every thrust that comes after.
still doesn't stop him from keeping his back arched, from opening his shaking legs wider, no matter how much it makes him sob and grind his teeth until his jaw is burning. even now, he's going to show langa that he can do this, he can keep up, he can be the only one he'll ever need. ]
[ despite the chase of their relief being on the forefront of his mind, there's still a part of langa coherent enough to recognize just how perfectly reki is taking him—how amazing he is at keeping up. not even asking to tap out once despite how tenacious langa is at fucking him. not that he ever expected anything less from reki. langa has always had confidence in him and over the fact that they were made for each other, having been highly attuned to one another's needs from the very start.
when reki's release hits, his hole tightens impossibly around langa. the rippling heat grabbing hold and sucking him further inside. langa lets out a low groan, hips lifted in mid-air as his orgasm is almost yanked right out of him, heat pooling in his balls before he tumbles over the edge, a wave of pleasure resonating throughout his body as he desperately grinds himself against reki for several drawn-out moments, chanting his name like a prayer. ]
Reki—ngh. Reki. Fuck. Reki...
[ with another low groan, this one sounding a lot more weary and exhausted, langa settles back against the bed with no energy left to give. he only manages to pull reki close, holding him to his chest while his body continues to twitch here and there as it endures over what it's been put through. ]
Reki... [ this one he says gently, full of love and longing, as a call for a response. ]
[ this is what it's all for, more than anything, even his own pleasure—this moment when langa comes undone and spills inside of him. exhausted and beaten and completely fatigued as he is, reki still finds the strength to smirk like a spoiled little prince, his thighs locking around langa's hips to trap him in as deeply as he can go while he basks in the heady sensation of being filled. langa's so thick inside him that it's impossible not to feel every pulse and twitch, so vivid that it makes his vision dim, his throat rumbling with a low, pleased purr until his body has sapped from langa all he has to give.
in return, reki showers him with kisses, burying his fingers in his hair and stroking like he's the most precious thing in the world. all of this affection shit is new to him, but it comes so easily to him now, when he's so proud of this man between his thighs and in his heart that he can hardly stand it. as if there was any other word he would dare to speak now but Langa's name, over and over, painted by every emotion that passes through him. ]
Langa, [ he murmurs, finally, like a confession, full of love that's new and fragile, his fingers following the path of every twitching muscle to rub the ache away. his own body is screaming just to collapse all the same, but he likes this, piecing away the hair stuck to langa's sweaty brow, dressing his lips with feathery kisses to help slow his breathing, stroking slow circles over his chest to soothe him. ]
[ reki may be the one acting like a spoiled prince, but langa reaps just as much benefits from being trapped inside his warmth. this is exactly what langa wants. to be buried so deep that he practically suffocates—the pain from being so overstimulated heightening the overall pleasure. with his cock being milked for all he's worth, he groans like he's been kneed in the stomach, but never once tells reki to stop.
just another thing to add to the list of reasons why they were made for each other.
with his lips being covered with barely there kisses, a small smile makes its way in his dazed expression. ]
M'ning. [ he tries to say, but all that really comes out is an garbled murmur. the fingers massaging his chest works wonders in soothing him under reki's weight. he practically melts back against the bed while gazing fondly at the boy on top of him. in the middle of reki's rain of kisses, langa leans up slightly to steal a single breathtaking one of his own. he coaxes those lips open with a playful flick of his tongue. couldn't care less about morning breath when he has the sexiest little minx alive on his lap. ]
Will I get to wake up like this everyday? [ he asks as he leans back against the pillow, fingers idly skating up and down reki's back, then moving lower to gently knead his hips. ]
[ now that they're not filling the room with their own noises, it's easy to hear the usual sounds of the morning: ma busying herself in the kitchen, the blaring of kiddie cartoons on the television, the din of a bunch of different voices shouting conversationally across the house. it makes him realize just how not cautious they've been.
but reki can hardly bring himself to care. langa is warm and smooth and tastes good even in this early hour. he can't help but smile as he tilts his head to battle that wicked tongue with soft lashes of his own. really, he doesn't want to leave this bed—maybe ever. ]
Don't think we got a choice.
[ considering what a mood he woke up in—a mood he's not unused to waking up in—he can't say he's gotten this all out of his system yet. more importantly though, he asks as he smooths back langa's hair, shivering under his sliding hands: ]
[ he smiles a little from hearing that they don't have a choice in this. so that means next time will happen again as soon as he wakes up in the morning, right? he hopes so. he doesn't think he's anywhere close to having enough of his own fill of reki, of being inside him.
which is what leads langa to chuckle softly over the absurd question of whether he likes this. ]
I would be the biggest liar in the world if I said I didn't like it.
[ he gently fondles reki's ass and squeezes for good measure—surely he's left enough handprints by now. he then whispers in the small space between them: ]
No matter what time of the day it is, I love being inside what's mine.
[ it's so patently fucking unfair, langa squeezing him until he's squirming and whispering things that lance like a hot iron straight through his belly. he doesn't have energy enough to do anything but whine as langa's hands force his aching muscles into motion all over again, commanding his hips to lift no matter how much it burns. whether it's his greed or langa's inextricable grip on his heart that is the culprit here, reki doesn't know, but he is pretty sure who he's gonna blame for it regardless. ]
All of me is yours... [ he reasons. whatever mental math is happening within, the biggest hint is that devious little glint in his eyes. pure reki devilry, even this early in the morning.
he crosses his arms over langa's chest to make himself a cushion to smirk at him from. ]
What if I woke you up with a blowjob instead? Same deal, or...
[ ah, what an erotic reaction. reki never fails to deliver in moments like these, which always tempts langa to see how far he can take him. but that thought gets safely tucked away for another time; a time when he can't hear reki's family through his bedroom door.
but the offer of being woken up with a blowjob does cause him to get a little heated. he eyes reki's lips, taking in that handsome little smirk he has on.
how cheeky. ]
Your mouth did feel really good on me last night... We could alternate.
[ he suggest as he reaches up to cup reki's cheek (the one on his face this time), thumb grazing along a plush lower lip. ]
[ reki turns his face into that touch too. he's beginning to learn that there is no denying any contact from langa; it's like he has him on strings, helpless but to dance beneath every move his fingers make. ]
You'd have to wake up before me to pull that off.
[ except his mouth, which is gonna stay bratty forever. his tongue darts out to taste langa's thumb, all the compulsion he needs to lean forward and suck the finger into his mouth. his eyes slip shut in pleasure, and it's only with a miserable sigh that he relents. ]
[ not to be outdone by reki's little stunt, langa rolls his thumb along his tongue, relishing in the warm and wet sensation surrounding his finger. added with that look of pleasure written on reki's face flying straight down to his dick...
what is a refractory period again? seems like langa's never heard of them before. ]
Wasn't planning on letting you go alone.
[ he admits. despite not liking the idea of getting out of bed, the thought of showering together is getting him excited.
with reki still laying on top of him, langa manages to push himself up to sit. but before the other boy can fully get off his dick, langa suddenly grips at his hips, forcing him to stay for just a bit longer. ]
It's fun having you on top... Should do it more often.
[ fuck, sometimes reki forgets just how strong langa is. in an instant, they're both up, and reki has to hurry to reconfigure his grasp on him, settling for winding his arms loosely around his neck. sitting up like this does shift his center of gravity, though, landing him squarely in langa's lap—where he can feel langa's cock in full again, still stuffed inside him.
impossible to swallow a moan as everything within him shifts like that. langa doesn't even give him the benefit of letting him move how he wants, catching him as he rises and holding him back down, so unprepared for it that it makes his whole body tremble.
at least, until indignation takes over at langa's little line there. ]
Fuckin' told you.
[ how many times had he bitched and cried and whined for it last night? but noooo. now he's rolling his hips again, smooth and slow, as he nips at langa's lips and reminds him this is the best it'll ever be. ]
[ langa would be laughing over reki's indignant tone if it weren't for those sinful hips coming back to life and rolling against him. where reki gets the energy to keep working himself up like this, langa will never know. all he knows is that he's very lucky to have this amazing boy sitting on top of him. ]
I listen to you.
[ he counters, dropping the "sometimes" that should've gone at the end of that statement. but he's currently got his mouth occupied, okay? pressing indulgent little kisses against reki's lips now that he's close enough. ]
Whenever you do this... [ langa's hands trace a heated path from reki's trim waist down to his hips, following the motion of each languid roll. fingers sinking into soft skin with every forward shift. ] It's so fucking hot. I could watch you moving like this on top of me all day.
[ reki couldn't say either. he's got an idea in his head that it's probably the same thing that kept him going after adam thrashed him in their last beef—knowing langa's eyes are on him mutes everything else, makes that all he cares about no matter the pain or fatigue or the fact that he shouldn't have the physical capacity to keep going at all.
it's worth it to feel langa's hands following every coaxing rock of his hips, his head tipping despite himself, so lost in the sensation that it takes him out of his mind completely. there's shivers at the thought of doing this all day while langa devours him with those pretty blue eyes, hours and hours of being the center of his attention, his entire world. he moans softly. ]
[ it's funny how reki's words seem to be framed as a threat, but langa would have no qualms if it were to actually happen. he would be absolutely happy to stay like this for the rest of the day, with reki claiming his lap like a prince to his rightful throne. dancing over langa's dick until they reach completion over and over again. wasting away just to enjoy each other's bodies pressed together.
the touch of their skin meeting everywhere is intoxicating, making it so easy for them to get lost in the moment. langa's lips venture off from reki's lips to the curve of his neck, reverently kissing over the marks he had left from last night. ]
When you move down like that— [ groaning softly, langa grips reki's hips right after he rocks down against him, keeping that ass fully seated on langa's thighs. ] The way you squeeze around me, like you're pulling me in...
[ he pulls away from reki's neck to gaze at him, lids heavy and mouth parted, looking fucking drunk off their sex. ] I love it so much.
[ and here he was all excited for that shower. he really only has his own big mouth to blame this time; langa was never going to do anything but rise to the occasion in retrospect and he should have known better. maybe the problem is that he doesn't really want to.
he knows where langa's lips are going before they ever get there, hissing as they revisit all the marks he's left for himself. the real shame in it really is that there's not more of them, all over every inch of skin he has, and he would say something about that too but langa's hands are ensnaring him again.
under his hands, he's forced to grind langa's flesh into the deepest, wettest parts of himself until his teeth begin to chatter. that combination of soreness and ache transform into a mighty itch beneath langa's gaze, so severe that his only option is to move not just his hips but his entire body in smooth, rolling waves to scratch it. the jolting throb of his fucked out hole only adds to the urgency of it, making him clench hard around the flesh gathered within him as the whipping of his spine cracks his ass hard against langa's thighs.
he presses a trembling hand to the side of langa's face, keeping his eyes here, centered on him. ]
[ there's no stopping the way reki moves against him like that, with his whole body arching and rolling and snapping in the most salacious way possible, causing langa's gaze to lose focus as the pleasure skyrockets through his dick. he gives a full body shudder as his throbbing cock gets completely devoured by reki's greedy inner walls. with no way to escape, just like that hand holding langa's face, keeping his fluttering gaze directed towards him. ] Fuck, yes.
[ a sound between a whine and a growl shoots out of langa as he desperately tries to grind up into reki even in this seated position. his muscles that were feeling like jelly moments earlier are now invigorated by this sensational squeeze surrounding his hardened flesh. leaning forward, he steals kiss after kiss from reki's lips, while langa's hands keep pulling down, down, down at those hips. reki's so fucking wet inside with langa's release from last night and this morning. so filled up that it's almost like langa's trying to fuck it all out of him. ]
Langa, [ reki gasps as he's assaulted by a twisted kind of pleasure, his body too weary to give him anything that doesn't sting and dizzy. it's barely even the fault of how it feels; most of it comes from langa, from him quaking in his skin and making the most wonderful sounds and knowing it's all his own doing. that feels better than all of it.
his arms cling tighter, encouraged. no matter where he goes, langa pulls him back down again, so he lifts himself higher and higher until his knees are wobbling and ruined with fatigue. who cares—he's pushed himself well beyond his limits for way less important feats than getting off the one he loves and if anyone deserves the honor of grinding him into dust, it's langa. he wants him to feel it every time langa whips him back down again, every inch stuffed back inside him where it belongs. ]
Baby... [ he purrs against langa's lips, fucking his tongue into his mouth in tandem with every violent twist of his hips. langa's back bears the brunt of these brutal motions, his nails dragging trenches and digging in his skin for leverage. ]
[ oh, fuck. unlike all the other times where langa had been able to last much longer than he should, he might not be able to hold back this soon again. with his mouth getting assaulted by reki's tongue, and his back getting fucking lacerated by his nails, everything feels so much more elevated then before: the pain, the pleasure, the notion that he's fucking reki again like they can never get enough... they really can't seem to get enough. ]
Reki. [ he moans pitifully as he fucks up into that blistering heat in short quick pulses like a dog in heat. fingers curling into reki's sides that are sure to leave bruises, langa keeps that hold on him strong despite his rhythm turning sloppy. fuck, if they can get through this, langa might actually become dependent from now on, needing exactly this, every time, to complete his day.
the bed creaks and whines with him as he powers through a couple more rapid thrusts, before langa soon empties himself with a heaving grunt of reki's name. ]
[ something about the way langa says his name snaps him into an altered state. all that matters is langa, making sure his hands are there to soothe and smooth all over his face and chest, turning the erratic rhythm of his thrusts into an excuse to hold him tightly, within and without, and work on his cock so quickly and fiercely that he loses the sensation of it entirely. it's just a mad rush to court the orgasm he can feel building inside langa, and when it comes, reki moans louder than he ever has before, so thoroughly fucked out and ruined that his sides stitch up the moment he stops moving.
despite his heavy panting and the pain in his side, he still keeps himself up, pressing kisses to langa's jaw and throat, sweeping his hair off of his sweaty face. it's the least he can do for someone who's filled him up so full that he can feel himself dripping down his own thighs, a sensation that makes him shudder, gets him way more excited than he ever thought he'd be about something like this. ]
So good, [ he murmurs in the aftermath, squeezing langa in his arms and snuggling in close. that's his first sign that he's going nowhere without help; he's right back to where he started, uncharacteristically cuddly and smiling dreamily and longing for nothing but to smush himself as close to langa as he can get. ] Put anymore in me an' I'm gonna explode, Langa.
[ despite feeling drained from going through another orgasm so fucking early in the day, the kisses to his neck and the sweeping of his hair has langa smiling under the affectionate ministrations. he holds reki close to him, squeezing him in return. sighing softly as he feels his release escaping between where it can. ]
You make it so hard to hold back. [ he reasons, leaning away slightly to press loving kisses over reki's face, and then ending it with a sweet peck on his lips. they stay like this for a few more moments, lingering in the tender afterglow... it's honestly a miracle how no one has come to disturb them with how vocal they are. maybe they're just lucky but langa's kind of dreading facing mrs. kyan, in case she is fully aware and just hasn't come over to kick langa out for all the things he's done to her precious son...
once langa can feel his arms and legs coming back to life, he gently eases reki off of himself, getting him to kneel over him while langa gently massages his sides. ]
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That's it...
[ he doesn't even recognize his own voice anymore, ragged and wrecked, more breath than sound. it's like langa is changing every fundamental part of him by inhabiting him so aggressively, and reki's high off every part of it, floating away on the sensation of langa tearing him apart from the inside. ]
All yours— wanna be full of you.
[ he snakes a hand between them to cup his own cock, doesn't even really need to move the way langa's ripping him through the air. there's a difference now; langa using his body to get there, his cock so hard that reki's eyes are dotted with tears, a completely different thrill than any other. it makes him feel warm and proud and filthy in a way that clenches in his gut, drags him over the edge so sharply that he's howling over that first pulse of release, glad that langa's grasp is inextricable and will catch him as he trembles violently with every thrust that comes after.
still doesn't stop him from keeping his back arched, from opening his shaking legs wider, no matter how much it makes him sob and grind his teeth until his jaw is burning. even now, he's going to show langa that he can do this, he can keep up, he can be the only one he'll ever need. ]
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when reki's release hits, his hole tightens impossibly around langa. the rippling heat grabbing hold and sucking him further inside. langa lets out a low groan, hips lifted in mid-air as his orgasm is almost yanked right out of him, heat pooling in his balls before he tumbles over the edge, a wave of pleasure resonating throughout his body as he desperately grinds himself against reki for several drawn-out moments, chanting his name like a prayer. ]
Reki—ngh. Reki. Fuck. Reki...
[ with another low groan, this one sounding a lot more weary and exhausted, langa settles back against the bed with no energy left to give. he only manages to pull reki close, holding him to his chest while his body continues to twitch here and there as it endures over what it's been put through. ]
Reki... [ this one he says gently, full of love and longing, as a call for a response. ]
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in return, reki showers him with kisses, burying his fingers in his hair and stroking like he's the most precious thing in the world. all of this affection shit is new to him, but it comes so easily to him now, when he's so proud of this man between his thighs and in his heart that he can hardly stand it. as if there was any other word he would dare to speak now but Langa's name, over and over, painted by every emotion that passes through him. ]
Langa, [ he murmurs, finally, like a confession, full of love that's new and fragile, his fingers following the path of every twitching muscle to rub the ache away. his own body is screaming just to collapse all the same, but he likes this, piecing away the hair stuck to langa's sweaty brow, dressing his lips with feathery kisses to help slow his breathing, stroking slow circles over his chest to soothe him. ]
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just another thing to add to the list of reasons why they were made for each other.
with his lips being covered with barely there kisses, a small smile makes its way in his dazed expression. ]
M'ning. [ he tries to say, but all that really comes out is an garbled murmur. the fingers massaging his chest works wonders in soothing him under reki's weight. he practically melts back against the bed while gazing fondly at the boy on top of him. in the middle of reki's rain of kisses, langa leans up slightly to steal a single breathtaking one of his own. he coaxes those lips open with a playful flick of his tongue. couldn't care less about morning breath when he has the sexiest little minx alive on his lap. ]
Will I get to wake up like this everyday? [ he asks as he leans back against the pillow, fingers idly skating up and down reki's back, then moving lower to gently knead his hips. ]
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but reki can hardly bring himself to care. langa is warm and smooth and tastes good even in this early hour. he can't help but smile as he tilts his head to battle that wicked tongue with soft lashes of his own. really, he doesn't want to leave this bed—maybe ever. ]
Don't think we got a choice.
[ considering what a mood he woke up in—a mood he's not unused to waking up in—he can't say he's gotten this all out of his system yet. more importantly though, he asks as he smooths back langa's hair, shivering under his sliding hands: ]
So you liked it? Waking up inside me.
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which is what leads langa to chuckle softly over the absurd question of whether he likes this. ]
I would be the biggest liar in the world if I said I didn't like it.
[ he gently fondles reki's ass and squeezes for good measure—surely he's left enough handprints by now. he then whispers in the small space between them: ]
No matter what time of the day it is, I love being inside what's mine.
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All of me is yours... [ he reasons. whatever mental math is happening within, the biggest hint is that devious little glint in his eyes. pure reki devilry, even this early in the morning.
he crosses his arms over langa's chest to make himself a cushion to smirk at him from. ]
What if I woke you up with a blowjob instead? Same deal, or...
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but the offer of being woken up with a blowjob does cause him to get a little heated. he eyes reki's lips, taking in that handsome little smirk he has on.
how cheeky. ]
Your mouth did feel really good on me last night... We could alternate.
[ he suggest as he reaches up to cup reki's cheek (the one on his face this time), thumb grazing along a plush lower lip. ]
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You'd have to wake up before me to pull that off.
[ except his mouth, which is gonna stay bratty forever. his tongue darts out to taste langa's thumb, all the compulsion he needs to lean forward and suck the finger into his mouth. his eyes slip shut in pleasure, and it's only with a miserable sigh that he relents. ]
I need a shower. Wanna sneak in with me?
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what is a refractory period again? seems like langa's never heard of them before. ]
Wasn't planning on letting you go alone.
[ he admits. despite not liking the idea of getting out of bed, the thought of showering together is getting him excited.
with reki still laying on top of him, langa manages to push himself up to sit. but before the other boy can fully get off his dick, langa suddenly grips at his hips, forcing him to stay for just a bit longer. ]
It's fun having you on top... Should do it more often.
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impossible to swallow a moan as everything within him shifts like that. langa doesn't even give him the benefit of letting him move how he wants, catching him as he rises and holding him back down, so unprepared for it that it makes his whole body tremble.
at least, until indignation takes over at langa's little line there. ]
Fuckin' told you.
[ how many times had he bitched and cried and whined for it last night? but noooo. now he's rolling his hips again, smooth and slow, as he nips at langa's lips and reminds him this is the best it'll ever be. ]
Maybe now you'll start listening to me.
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I listen to you.
[ he counters, dropping the "sometimes" that should've gone at the end of that statement. but he's currently got his mouth occupied, okay? pressing indulgent little kisses against reki's lips now that he's close enough. ]
Whenever you do this... [ langa's hands trace a heated path from reki's trim waist down to his hips, following the motion of each languid roll. fingers sinking into soft skin with every forward shift. ] It's so fucking hot. I could watch you moving like this on top of me all day.
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it's worth it to feel langa's hands following every coaxing rock of his hips, his head tipping despite himself, so lost in the sensation that it takes him out of his mind completely. there's shivers at the thought of doing this all day while langa devours him with those pretty blue eyes, hours and hours of being the center of his attention, his entire world. he moans softly. ]
You keep talking like that, I just might.
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the touch of their skin meeting everywhere is intoxicating, making it so easy for them to get lost in the moment. langa's lips venture off from reki's lips to the curve of his neck, reverently kissing over the marks he had left from last night. ]
When you move down like that— [ groaning softly, langa grips reki's hips right after he rocks down against him, keeping that ass fully seated on langa's thighs. ] The way you squeeze around me, like you're pulling me in...
[ he pulls away from reki's neck to gaze at him, lids heavy and mouth parted, looking fucking drunk off their sex. ] I love it so much.
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he knows where langa's lips are going before they ever get there, hissing as they revisit all the marks he's left for himself. the real shame in it really is that there's not more of them, all over every inch of skin he has, and he would say something about that too but langa's hands are ensnaring him again.
under his hands, he's forced to grind langa's flesh into the deepest, wettest parts of himself until his teeth begin to chatter. that combination of soreness and ache transform into a mighty itch beneath langa's gaze, so severe that his only option is to move not just his hips but his entire body in smooth, rolling waves to scratch it. the jolting throb of his fucked out hole only adds to the urgency of it, making him clench hard around the flesh gathered within him as the whipping of his spine cracks his ass hard against langa's thighs.
he presses a trembling hand to the side of langa's face, keeping his eyes here, centered on him. ]
Like this?
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[ a sound between a whine and a growl shoots out of langa as he desperately tries to grind up into reki even in this seated position. his muscles that were feeling like jelly moments earlier are now invigorated by this sensational squeeze surrounding his hardened flesh. leaning forward, he steals kiss after kiss from reki's lips, while langa's hands keep pulling down, down, down at those hips. reki's so fucking wet inside with langa's release from last night and this morning. so filled up that it's almost like langa's trying to fuck it all out of him. ]
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his arms cling tighter, encouraged. no matter where he goes, langa pulls him back down again, so he lifts himself higher and higher until his knees are wobbling and ruined with fatigue. who cares—he's pushed himself well beyond his limits for way less important feats than getting off the one he loves and if anyone deserves the honor of grinding him into dust, it's langa. he wants him to feel it every time langa whips him back down again, every inch stuffed back inside him where it belongs. ]
Baby... [ he purrs against langa's lips, fucking his tongue into his mouth in tandem with every violent twist of his hips. langa's back bears the brunt of these brutal motions, his nails dragging trenches and digging in his skin for leverage. ]
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Reki. [ he moans pitifully as he fucks up into that blistering heat in short quick pulses like a dog in heat. fingers curling into reki's sides that are sure to leave bruises, langa keeps that hold on him strong despite his rhythm turning sloppy. fuck, if they can get through this, langa might actually become dependent from now on, needing exactly this, every time, to complete his day.
the bed creaks and whines with him as he powers through a couple more rapid thrusts, before langa soon empties himself with a heaving grunt of reki's name. ]
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despite his heavy panting and the pain in his side, he still keeps himself up, pressing kisses to langa's jaw and throat, sweeping his hair off of his sweaty face. it's the least he can do for someone who's filled him up so full that he can feel himself dripping down his own thighs, a sensation that makes him shudder, gets him way more excited than he ever thought he'd be about something like this. ]
So good, [ he murmurs in the aftermath, squeezing langa in his arms and snuggling in close. that's his first sign that he's going nowhere without help; he's right back to where he started, uncharacteristically cuddly and smiling dreamily and longing for nothing but to smush himself as close to langa as he can get. ] Put anymore in me an' I'm gonna explode, Langa.
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You make it so hard to hold back. [ he reasons, leaning away slightly to press loving kisses over reki's face, and then ending it with a sweet peck on his lips. they stay like this for a few more moments, lingering in the tender afterglow... it's honestly a miracle how no one has come to disturb them with how vocal they are. maybe they're just lucky but langa's kind of dreading facing mrs. kyan, in case she is fully aware and just hasn't come over to kick langa out for all the things he's done to her precious son...
once langa can feel his arms and legs coming back to life, he gently eases reki off of himself, getting him to kneel over him while langa gently massages his sides. ]
How do you feel? Does it hurt anywhere?