[ reki's warning (?) falls on deaf ears as langa remains preoccupied with claiming those lips that have been driving him insane all damn morning, working his jaw as he devours reki like his favorite fucking meal. kissing him deeper and deeper as he presses him back against the wall.
they're not even by the door anyway so what the fuck is there to worry about? is what langa probably would've said if he had heard him; that response also being a clear indicator of how frustrated he is at this point.
with those legs spread for him though, langa takes this opportunity to drag his palm between reki's thighs, boldly cupping him against the fabric of his pants, and palming him roughly until he can feel reki hardening in his hold. yeah, it's payback time, bitch. ]
Langa! [ reki hisses, meant to not just chastise langa, but himself too. it's one thing to be this reckless in public, but fuck, reki doesn't have to be such a slut for it either. too bad neither langa nor his body are listening to whatever sense he's failing to talk into both parties, because it isn't long before langa has him rock hard in his school trousers, his face red enough to signal everyone who passes by exactly what's going on here. ]
C'mon, man, don't do this. I was only playing around.
[ he says, even though he's reaching for langa's belt, making quick work of it with those dextrous fingers of his. it's like he's caught between two impossibly undeniable impulses: his paranoia and this burning lust that's making him move in ways that will prove to be his fucking end if anyone catches them like this.
between every kiss, he tries again. yes, he knows langa's not listening, but MAYBE... ]
[ it's reki actually saying the words don't do this that sets langa off kilter. even if reki's actions are telling him otherwise, like those burning kisses and those quick fingers loosening his belt in record time.
but what if people see? what if people were to see them, huh...? langa's mind tries to grasp the gravity of such a thing happening between them. if they were accidentally caught together like this, then what? if he's the one at fault for everyone finding out about their relationship, does that mean reki might not... want to see him anymore? would he break up with him?
it's that thought that has langa suddenly reeling back, abruptly pulling away from reki's lips while his other hand grasps at the fingers at his belt. langa looks so fucking devastated with an overflowing measure of guilt as he speaks, ]
Sorry... I'm sorry. Reki.
[ the thought of losing reki is a lot scarier than having to suffer through blue balls. ]
[ color him surprised again. langa actually listens. reki's not expecting it at all, and he's doubly unprepared for the whirlwind of emotion that unleashes.
the look on langa's face is devastating. awful. he can't stand to see it. immediately, reki drops the funny look on his face too, twisting it into something more compassionate, just as harrowingly apologetic. ]
No, no, no, hey...
[ his voice has softened considerably, that hand not stopped by his belt lifting to frame one of langa's cheeks. ]
No sorries. I'm just as guilty. And... I don't wanna stop.
[ he just doesn't want to be here. but where? and now what are they going to do about this situation langa's created in his school pants? he thinks and thinks and thinks until he comes in clutch with a smirk. ]
[ sure, langa has a tendency to do whatever he sets his mind to—especially if it only concerns himself, whether he may end up breaking his body, then that's his own responsibility. but when it comes to something as sensitive as being intimate with reki, of course langa's going to listen if reki tells him no. he loves reki too much and wants to make sure that he doesn't scare him with how much he wants him in every way.
there is a bit of relief in knowing that reki doesn't want this to end too soon. so when he's being told to turn around, langa does so without question or hesitation. and now that he's facing away from reki, he tries to fix his belt a little, afraid that his pants might fall and reveal his own undeniable erection... ]
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they're not even by the door anyway so what the fuck is there to worry about? is what langa probably would've said if he had heard him; that response also being a clear indicator of how frustrated he is at this point.
with those legs spread for him though, langa takes this opportunity to drag his palm between reki's thighs, boldly cupping him against the fabric of his pants, and palming him roughly until he can feel reki hardening in his hold. yeah, it's payback time, bitch. ]
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C'mon, man, don't do this. I was only playing around.
[ he says, even though he's reaching for langa's belt, making quick work of it with those dextrous fingers of his. it's like he's caught between two impossibly undeniable impulses: his paranoia and this burning lust that's making him move in ways that will prove to be his fucking end if anyone catches them like this.
between every kiss, he tries again. yes, he knows langa's not listening, but MAYBE... ]
What if people see?
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but what if people see? what if people were to see them, huh...? langa's mind tries to grasp the gravity of such a thing happening between them. if they were accidentally caught together like this, then what? if he's the one at fault for everyone finding out about their relationship, does that mean reki might not... want to see him anymore? would he break up with him?
it's that thought that has langa suddenly reeling back, abruptly pulling away from reki's lips while his other hand grasps at the fingers at his belt. langa looks so fucking devastated with an overflowing measure of guilt as he speaks, ]
Sorry... I'm sorry. Reki.
[ the thought of losing reki is a lot scarier than having to suffer through blue balls. ]
Fuck, I should've just waited...
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the look on langa's face is devastating. awful. he can't stand to see it. immediately, reki drops the funny look on his face too, twisting it into something more compassionate, just as harrowingly apologetic. ]
No, no, no, hey...
[ his voice has softened considerably, that hand not stopped by his belt lifting to frame one of langa's cheeks. ]
No sorries. I'm just as guilty. And... I don't wanna stop.
[ he just doesn't want to be here. but where? and now what are they going to do about this situation langa's created in his school pants? he thinks and thinks and thinks until he comes in clutch with a smirk. ]
Turn around.
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there is a bit of relief in knowing that reki doesn't want this to end too soon. so when he's being told to turn around, langa does so without question or hesitation. and now that he's facing away from reki, he tries to fix his belt a little, afraid that his pants might fall and reveal his own undeniable erection... ]