[ 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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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?