nah you were right making better memories there is prob the only way im gonna get over this
[ which... is a pretty keen conclusion from langa. is his boyfriend a secret genius? reki's not about to keep himself from celebrating his hunch early. ]
[ it works every time because reki knows langa's already quick on his way and he won't let him snag an easy victory. not that the outcome really matters — they'll forget who actually came careening toward the corner first just as quickly as it happens. the real draw of it is in the journey there, his pulse racing as the world blurs all around him, dimming to a glimpse of blue in the distance. everything he's made of draws him with a cosmic pull toward it, no wonder they're always crushing and crashing like a pair of stars warring in the sky.
reki isn't so inelegant that he'd simply smash into langa; he reaches out to grip his hand instead, swinging his featherweight against langa's surprisingly formidable heaviness, meeting in the middle as their decks kiss with a connected click.
probably, he should check to make sure there's no people around before he kisses langa for real, but his heart's too soft and full. it's real quick anyway, a peck and a bite and a harder crush against his mouth all in rapid succession like a full-scale assault.
then he can go red as an apple and shy away again, leaning back on his wheels. not too far; his fingers are ruffling adoringly in langa's hair, making a wild mess of it that still pales in comparison to his own. ]
Why's your hair look so good, dude? You're makin' the rest of us look bad.
[ although langa would be the type who would smash himself into reki because he can and nothing would be holding him back to do so — he decides he'd rather keep gazing into his boyfriend's lovely face as soon as he's in his line of sight, dazed as they come together and he's brought into a quick succession of kisses. the only reason he doesn't chase those sweet lips immediately after is because of the fingers tangling in his hair, inadvertently giving him pleasant scratches at his scalp that makes him hum softly in appreciation. ]
I don't do anything to my hair.
[ is his simple answer, not meaning to make it sound like he naturally looks good all the time but... it be like that sometimes. ]
I think yours looks good though.
[ messy as it is, it suits reki, and it's cute, and that's when langa leans in for another kiss, to reki's cheek and then to his lips, lingering and relishing in their physical closeness before he pulls back with a smile. who cares if anyone catches them in the act? for langa, it's better that they know reki is already taken. ]
[ they do seem to have wildly different opinions on the matter. the problem is that reki really has no idea how to deny langa anything, protesting against the next kiss with one hand lifted and then immediately employed to grasp langa's shoulder instead. not really getting the message across.
neither is the way he leans in when langa pulls away, expecting more with his lips pursed and his lashes fanned across his rosey cheeks. that color only intensifies once he realizes that he's the one initiating a third, and then it's a flurry of activity, reki's hands flying all around as they flutter back to his deeply-flushed face. ]
It's fine!! I'm sure it's fine.
[ he's not though. one hand is pushed through his hair, smoothing it down so it can spring right back up again, wilder than ever. ]
[ langa's gaze upon his boyfriend grows more adoring by the second as he watches reki's skin turn a colorful shade of red, making him look extta soft and pretty under the warm light of the setting sun.
also that third kiss would have been very much accepted if only langa had acted sooner in reciprocating... alas, he can always give reki a lot more of those later. ]
More than fine.
[ he's quick to reassure because it's not a lie. not for him anyway. langa may be biased but who can blame him? it's not a crime to be absolutely smitten with your boyfriend! ]
I could go for some burgers.
[ is the verbal agreement he gives with a casual shrug of his shoulder, before he waits for reki to lead the way so that langa can follow... and not-so-creepily watch him from behind as they skate to their local a&w's. ]
[ reki can get used to a lot, but the way langa looks at him? never. it's too focused, too affectionate. there's nothing to see in that tropical sea of blue but the one concept that doesn't make any sense to him at all: langa really, really cares for him. ]
Surprise, surprise.
[ maybe reki's looking at him like that too. it's not quite the same: his is more fire, a brand of a gaze that's meant to sear langa deeply with just one unflinching truth — he is reki's. ]
If you can keep up, I'll buy, but—
[ gonna be hard to do that when reki is shoving off langa's shoulders, wheeling his deck backwards while reki's rockets forth. not that langa can't catch up to him in a flash, but yknow. it's all for fun.
yelled over his shoulder as he speeds off down the street: ]
[ langa reels back from shoved so suddenly — before he gives a soft laugh as his expression morphs into fond exasperation. of course, when they're on their boards, everything becomes a challenge. which he definitely doesn't mind because it just makes the travel time going there more entertaining.
it doesn't take long for langa to regain his balance and catch up to reki. he even gives his boyfriend a small cheeky grin once he's skating right next to him. (hmm, who could he have learned that move from?) but instead of going on ahead, he sticks close... like a bee to a flower, this guy, he can't seem to stray too far away. ]
Are we gonna eat there or should we do take-away?
[ maybe they can do a little picnic somewhere for a change of scenery. ]
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Oh.
Maybe handcuffs? Would you be okay with that?
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[ since Langa usually overpowers him anyway when they fuck. ]
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idk man it sounds like way more responsibility than i can handle at a place like that
in my room tho......
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[ he's not sure he gets it, but he wouldn't want to force Reki into something he's not into. ]
We don't have to use cuffs at the hotel. Is there a toy you would want us to use?
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[ which isn't to say... ]
not forever just this first time
besides what else are we gonna get there that you dont have on you already
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[ no matter what, Langa already knows he'll have a good time because he'll be with Reki. ]
Hmm... I'm not sure. I guess we'll find out?
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[ leave it to reki to turn this into a heist. ]
if its not as cringe as i think its gonna be then we can do whatever you want next time
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[ is sex with Langa cringe... ]
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but i guess it doesnt really matter if youre shovin my head into the mattress the whole time.
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[ they have different themes for their rooms at that hotel, right? maybe. ]
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making better memories there is prob the only way im gonna get over this
[ which... is a pretty keen conclusion from langa. is his boyfriend a secret genius? reki's not about to keep himself from celebrating his hunch early. ]
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[ lowkey genius, highkey cheesy. ]
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[ and always the worst influence in the best way. ]
meet u at our spot?
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Yeah. Race you there.
[ race you there is like his way of saying let's meet up as fast as possible because i can't stand another second away. ]
holds u hostage in this thread 😈
reki isn't so inelegant that he'd simply smash into langa; he reaches out to grip his hand instead, swinging his featherweight against langa's surprisingly formidable heaviness, meeting in the middle as their decks kiss with a connected click.
probably, he should check to make sure there's no people around before he kisses langa for real, but his heart's too soft and full. it's real quick anyway, a peck and a bite and a harder crush against his mouth all in rapid succession like a full-scale assault.
then he can go red as an apple and shy away again, leaning back on his wheels. not too far; his fingers are ruffling adoringly in langa's hair, making a wild mess of it that still pales in comparison to his own. ]
Why's your hair look so good, dude? You're makin' the rest of us look bad.
staying here willingly!! im super rusty tho 😭
I don't do anything to my hair.
[ is his simple answer, not meaning to make it sound like he naturally looks good all the time but... it be like that sometimes. ]
I think yours looks good though.
[ messy as it is, it suits reki, and it's cute, and that's when langa leans in for another kiss, to reki's cheek and then to his lips, lingering and relishing in their physical closeness before he pulls back with a smile. who cares if anyone catches them in the act? for langa, it's better that they know reki is already taken. ]
ur tags are always perfection 💜💜💜💜💜
neither is the way he leans in when langa pulls away, expecting more with his lips pursed and his lashes fanned across his rosey cheeks. that color only intensifies once he realizes that he's the one initiating a third, and then it's a flurry of activity, reki's hands flying all around as they flutter back to his deeply-flushed face. ]
It's fine!! I'm sure it's fine.
[ he's not though. one hand is pushed through his hair, smoothing it down so it can spring right back up again, wilder than ever. ]
You must be starving, huh? We should get going.
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also that third kiss would have been very much accepted if only langa had acted sooner in reciprocating... alas, he can always give reki a lot more of those later. ]
More than fine.
[ he's quick to reassure because it's not a lie. not for him anyway. langa may be biased but who can blame him? it's not a crime to be absolutely smitten with your boyfriend! ]
I could go for some burgers.
[ is the verbal agreement he gives with a casual shrug of his shoulder, before he waits for reki to lead the way so that langa can follow... and not-so-creepily watch him from behind as they skate to their local a&w's. ]
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Surprise, surprise.
[ maybe reki's looking at him like that too. it's not quite the same: his is more fire, a brand of a gaze that's meant to sear langa deeply with just one unflinching truth — he is reki's. ]
If you can keep up, I'll buy, but—
[ gonna be hard to do that when reki is shoving off langa's shoulders, wheeling his deck backwards while reki's rockets forth. not that langa can't catch up to him in a flash, but yknow. it's all for fun.
yelled over his shoulder as he speeds off down the street: ]
I'll wait for you!
sorry im so slow during the weekdays... 🥺
[ langa reels back from shoved so suddenly — before he gives a soft laugh as his expression morphs into fond exasperation. of course, when they're on their boards, everything becomes a challenge. which he definitely doesn't mind because it just makes the travel time going there more entertaining.
it doesn't take long for langa to regain his balance and catch up to reki. he even gives his boyfriend a small cheeky grin once he's skating right next to him. (hmm, who could he have learned that move from?) but instead of going on ahead, he sticks close... like a bee to a flower, this guy, he can't seem to stray too far away. ]
Are we gonna eat there or should we do take-away?
[ maybe they can do a little picnic somewhere for a change of scenery. ]