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“Is that better?” Langa asked as he returned from the hallway. The room had grown a bit chilly, and upon his further investigation, found that the thermostat had been lowered to seventeen degrees; the apartment had grown chilly to them both, though Langa’s long-sleeved shirt protected him from the cold.
Reki couldn’t see where Langa was standing, but he nodded in approval, nonetheless. He wished that the room were already warmer; the goosebumps dotting his arms and chest were indicative of the low temperature. He suddenly felt Lang’s footsteps quickly approaching, his socked feet padding over to where he laid on the carpet.
“Don’t shiver,” Langa’s warm fingers suddenly dusted across his abdomen, causing Reki to flinch upwards to connect. Sure enough, Langa whipped his hand away, depriving his warmth from leaking onto Reki’s skin. “You’ll be warm soon.”
Reki nodded and forced his breathing to still. His position on the floor was actually rather comfortable: a plush pillow supported his head, and despite the low ache that was creeping across his lower back, the carpeting was surprisingly soft. He could feel Langa’s footsteps retreating, leaving him once again alone in the living room. He took advantage of his absence by stretching out his toes, hopelessly trying to get his hips to readjust.
He heard Langa’s return just a tad bit too late.
With a sudden sharpness, Langa let the back of his fingers rap against Reki’s thigh, eliciting a sharp yelp that quickly faded to silence. His breathing hitched as he squirmed, unsure where the next point of contact would be. When Langa’s hand harshly gripped his ankle, Reki had to restrain his body’s natural instinct to flinch.
“Calm down,” Langa’s low voice snapped, “it’s just socks.” Sure enough, Reki felt Langa’s warm fingers dust up his calf, pulling a pair of socks over his freezing toes. He felt silly for reacting so viscerally, however the deep chuckle Langa breathed over him quickly relieved his tension.
That respite shattered when Langa’s fingers suddenly pinched at the highest point of his thighs, just bare millimeters away from his throbbing erection. The contact sent shocks up Reki’s spine, sparkling along his neck until he bit against his lips in a desperate attempt to stay silent. Langa’s fingers found his chest next, pulling against a nipple with enough force to make Reki cry out in a dislocated whine.
“Quiet.” Langa’s voice was stern, but even through his blindfold, Reki knew that he was smiling. “You’re so good, Reki. Just be good for a while longer, okay?” With a quivering lip, Reki nodded fervently.
Langa stepped away and fell back onto the sofa with a thud. Reki knew he was only a few steps away, yet their distance left him feeling entirely alone on the floor. It didn’t help that he couldn’t see, though Reki wasn’t sure he could handle such an intense situation with his eyes open. Actually, he wasn’t sure if he could handle this situation at all.
Their current situation was not something they’d done before, but rather one that formed from a fairly recent conversation. While Reki laid on his stomach in Langa’s bed, lazily scrolling on his phone as the feeling in his hips slowly returned, Langa lovingly rubbed at his calves and thighs. It wasn’t unusual for Reki to be so sore after a good romp, and while Reki didn’t mind that Langa got so rough sometimes—in fact, he rather enjoyed it—the aftereffects it had on Langa were clearly bothering him.
“What’s wrong?” Reki had asked, turning onto his side to better see the man at his feet. Langa’s angelic face was contorted somewhere between uncomfortable and angry, yet his eyes were still as soft as ever.
“Even when you say I’m not, I feel like I’m hurting you,” Langa muttered as he rolled Reki’s foot in his hands. “I can feel myself getting rougher, and I can’t tell where the line is.”
“Hmm, well,” Reki pulled his legs in so he could sit on his bottom, “what should we do about it?” Langa’s grimace relaxed into a pout; he clearly had something he wanted to say. “I haven’t said that you’ve been too rough.”
“I know,” Langa groaned, “but you can’t see what I see.” He thrust his hands into his lap, not unlike an irritated child. “The face you make… the look in your eyes… It looks like pain, but it makes it feel impossible to stop.”
Reki pulled his mouth into a frown. He could tell that the true words Langa wished to share were resting just below his surface, desperately wishing to be said while stubbornly remaining unspoken. It was both frustrating and adorable; Langa was so forthcoming with nearly every aspect of his life, so when he found something difficult to say, Reki knew that it would be significant.
In a flash, Reki leaned forward and cupped Langa’s head to his chest, laying his arms across his broad shoulders in a loose embrace. He leaned down and placed a short kiss into Langa’s hair before he tipped his chin up to meet his gaze.
“What do you want?” No sooner had Reki spoken before Langa’s face blushed a soft pink. His defenses were crumbling; as his coup de grace, Reki kissed softly on his mouth, drawing up the frustration from deep within his target. Langa groaned in defeat as he wrapped his arms around Reki.
“If it were easy to say, I’d have said it already,” Langa muttered grumpily. Reki chuckled as he slid down, sinking to meet Langa at eye level. His amber eyes patiently bore into him, and after no more than five seconds, Langa spilled his guts.
Of course, Reki hadn’t exactly expected his visions to be so well defined.
So, when the two learned that Langa’s mother was going to Tokyo for a week, Reki and Langa went to work. The supplies weren’t too difficult to procure, and by the day before his mother’s departure, Langa had everything assembled. As for Reki, his efforts were put into his mind and body, training both to internalize their consecrated rules: all Reki had to do was say the word “Nissan”—totally not inspired by Langa’s recently purchased car—or hit the ground three times if his mouth was covered, and everything would come to a halt. That was easy enough to remember, at least Reki hoped.
The fated day eventually arrived, and after dropping of his mother at the airport—and suffering through her cheeky comments for the two to “behave”—Langa drove to pick Reki up; Reki’s mother was either purposely ignoring their antics or blissfully unaware, and she waved off her son with a gleeful smile as he hopped into the passenger seat. They stopped at a market to procure some snacks—and possibly to avoid the rising anxiety they both felt—before eventually returning to Langa’s apartment.
Reki placed his belongings in Langa’s room while the latter stowed away the scant groceries they bought. It was predetermined that takeout should be ordered once they were done, but Langa thought it would be nice to have a homemade breakfast the next morning. Once everything was settled, the sounds of nervous laughter and bawdy jokes eventually turned to hushed murmurs and sighs. Langa stripped Reki down, nuzzling into the sofa as they kissed and rubbed in mutual heat. The casual manner in which they carried on made them giggle, though Reki found his laugh harshly cut off by a hand to his throat.
Langa brought Reki to his knees below him, pulling his pants lower on his hips before twisting his fingers into Reki’s soft hair with a vicious grip. The pressure on Reki’s face caused his eyes to roll back reflexively, eliciting a naughty whistle from his lover above. From his vantage point Langa could guide Reki’s head forward, colliding his cock with the soft flesh of Reki’s lips. The exchange was initially sloppy, however only a few short thrusts were needed to set Reki’s throat to work.
From then, Langa laid Reki prone on the floor, pressing his body into the carpet as if to affix it to his skin. Reki remained perfectly still as Langa retrieved their supplies, though the low ache burning its way through his gut tickled at his hips. Suddenly, Langa’s hand clapped down onto Reki’s bare ass with a loud smack, forcing a high grunt out of Reki as he squirmed below. Langa ignored his cries as he took Reki’s wrists around his back; the soft scarf wasn’t able to be tied as tightly as he would like, but the added comfort it provided his dear Reki was reason enough.
With a quick roll, Langa pushed Reki onto his back, working the rope around his thighs with a speed Reki hadn’t expected; it was objectively impressive. Langa’s work brought Reki’s knees upwards and out, anchoring his feet in the air regardless of how he lay. Once a pillow was secured under Reki’s head, Langa brought the final tie down to his eyes, blinding him entirely. From his position on the floor, Reki could only wiggle his shoulders or toes effectively, as any other movements pulled harshly on the restraints.
For the first thirty minutes, Langa sat beside Reki on the floor, lightly rubbing his arms and legs while Reki relaxed. The soft massages slowly turned to a harsher kneading, eventually evolving to sharp, quick beats from his collar to his toes. For Reki, it was actually exhilarating; not knowing where the next touch would come from was exciting, even if the inevitable contact made him hiss aloud.
The next hour left Reki to stew in his bonds while Langa lazed about, occasionally stooping down to pinch at Reki’s chest or poke at his groin. It hadn’t taken long for Reki’s arousal to grow, however the slow ebbs spurred from such infrequent touching—and not knowing when or where the next touch would come—left his muscles crying out for release. Still, Langa merely sauntered around the living room, sometimes talking casually before slipping into dark, profane utterances.
Reki liked those moments the best.
As though Langa had heard his thoughts, he dusted his fingers up the base of Reki’s cock, just slowly enough to make him whine once more. The floor shook slightly as Langa moved around, and Reki was left gasping to silence his breathing. Another tap—this one much more forceful—against his groin made him bite his tongue, and a final prod against his perineum tore a pitiful cry from his chest.
“I said to be quiet,” Langa’s voice snaked through Reki’s head like a dark fog, “I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to listen.” Reki shuddered deeper into his pillow while Langa hovered over him. His breath dusted hotly over Reki’s face, and a burst of energy was sent directly to Reki’s leaking cock; the skin there felt so taut that Reki was certain he would come apart.
Reki didn’t know how much time had passed. His lips quivered as Langa once again moved around; every sound Langa made floated into Reki’s hypersensitive ears like a harsh banging, outclassed only by the constant thudding of his heart in his chest. In hindsight, two hours didn’t seem like a terribly long time, and Reki had agreed to it without question. Now, he wasn’t sure if he could handle much more.
His prayers were answered shortly after. A soft ringing emanated from Langa’s watch, and like the popping of a bubble, Langa’s hands fell to Reki without hesitation. He took handfuls of skin in his hands as Reki groaned below to the sounds of Langa’s low growling; Langa was excited to finally get his hands on him, but Reki was just happy that he lasted the entire time.
“Reki,” Langa hissed near Reki’s collarbone, setting his teeth to nip severely at the skin there, “you did so well. Now, it’s okay if you want to yell out. Let me hear how good you feel.”
Before Reki could vocalize his approval, Langa’s mouth landed to his strained cock and sucked sharply; the sound that oozed from Reki’s chest was more akin to weeping than moaning.
“L-Langa,” Reki cried as Langa’s lips popped off of his swollen head, “I’m so close.”
“I know.” Langa’s hands slid under Reki’s bottom, hoisting him upwards to reveal his wetted entrance. Reki shouted out once Langa’s lips began playing at the tender skin, desperately trying to remain still against Langa’s ministrations. Langa’s tongue took a deeper plunge beneath the muscle and Reki’s voice cracked under the force of a high moan. However, just as the pressure began to mount in Reki’s gut, Langa released him and slid away.
“Langa-a,” Reki huffed through his tremors, “please—”
“Shh,” Langa’s voice suddenly appeared beside him, causing Reki to jump just as a slickened finger shot directly inside of him. Reki gasped out in an erotic cry as he worked to set his hips to swivel in time. “Ah, ah,” Langa pulled his finger out as quickly as he’d inserted it, a smile audible through his words, “I didn’t say you could move.” His fingers pinched against a nipple, leaving Reki to nod weakly as he tried to remain still. Langa returned to his prior task, now sliding two long fingers in to spread Reki wide.
“Oh-ah,” Reki whined as a third finger was added unceremoniously, “Langa, I’m going to come, oh—” The sudden stimulation was steamrolling him, sparking his overworked and weary nerves. Stars clouded Reki’s eyes as Langa’s hand set a fast pace, pumping into him with a force so strong Reki was certain he would bruise. “Ah! Langa, I—”
As though he’d been doused in ice water, Reki’s body froze over from the lose of contact. His aching hole burned for the release that had been so hopelessly close, and Reki wasn’t sure if he had ever been so hard before. A long moment passed before Reki realized what had happened, and with a pitiful cry, he fought to still his legs from trembling.
“Langa,” Reki sobbed, “I… It was so close…”
“You did so good, Reki,” Langa’s soft words flooded Reki’s mind as he brought the bound man into his lap, “I’m proud of you.” Reki’s head fell back against Langa’s shoulder with a thud.
With slow passes, Langa dragged his hands across Reki’s blushing skin. Every touch sent shocks across his skin, but Langa continued on, amusingly watching how Reki’s neglected cock overflowed. Once Reki’s breathing stilled to a moderately normal rate, Langa’s hand once again clamped down onto his length, ripping a muted scream from Reki’s throat.
This game continued for only a few minutes, but by the end, Reki’s body was doused in sweat and severely flushed. Langa let his thumb swipe over the searing heat of Reki’s head, nearly drawing up his release before he dropped his task as quickly as he had started. The pitiful mewls pouring out from Reki’s mouth were truly like music; despite the severity of his boyfriend’s situation, Langa hummed above him with a cheery tone.
“Langa,” Reki choked on a particularly harsh cry, “please.”
A silent kiss softly pressed against his hairline before Langa’s figure seemingly vanished. Reki didn’t need to call out, as his hands quickly reappeared, now delicately undoing the knots that held his legs in place. The immediate relief Reki felt from his freed limbs left him panting, but Langa did not let him rest for long. With a handful of his fiery hair, Langa directed Reki up and onto his knees before capturing his mouth into a passionate, sloppy kiss.
“Look at you,” Langa cooed as he popped his mouth off, leaving Reki to gasp for air, “so desperate.” Langa’s fingers caught Reki’s tongue for a short pull, and while Reki managed to silence the moan that bubbled up, the harsh bucking of his hips couldn’t be concealed. “Again,” a sharp slap to Reki’s backside echoed through the apartment, “I said to stop moving.”
“I’m sorry,” Reki gasped just before another spank silenced his breath. In hindsight, the actual slaps were definitely hard enough to leave marks, but the electricity it sent across every inch of Reki’s skin felt worth a few bruises.
Langa brought his hands to Reki’s waist to guide him to his feet; Reki’s legs were still slightly asleep, leaving him to stumble as Langa guided him to the sofa. Once they settled onto the soft cushions—Langa reclining into the couch while Reki straddled his hips—the silky blindfold finally slipped from Reki’s head.
The sudden image of Langa nearly made Reki come undone right then. His stoic face was as neutral as ever, but the dark, practically malevolent glint in his eyes was something Reki had only seen before in brief seconds of passion. Langa has slipped his own shirt off, allowing Reki to gawk at his chiseled chest, tinted ever so slightly pink from their activities.
“You look pitiful,” Langa tipped a finger under Reki’s chin with a loving smile, “like you might bust at any moment.”
“I might—” Reki’s quip had barely left his lips before Langa’s head dropped below. His large hands pushed at Reki’s back, ensnaring him forward as his mouth fell to his chest, setting to work as he nibbled across his blooming skin. “L-Langa!” Reki’s hands were still tied behind his back, so he could only wiggle his feet from the sharp pangs that erupted from his chest. Langa’s teeth finally closed around a nipple and sucked harshly, and while Reki tried vainly to sit still, his mouth fell slack as he cried aloud.
“Just look,” Langa’s head rose up, a thin trail of saliva connecting his tongue to Reki’s inflamed nipple, “at how desperate you are. Maybe I should just leave you like this.” Every comment that slipped past Langa’s lips flooded Reki’s mind; Langa knew Reki was practically drowning, and yet he spoke as if he were scolding a young child. The dichotomy felt both embarrassing and sexy, and Reki’s body reacted in kind.
“No-o,” Reki half laughed as Langa’s hands scratched at his back, “please, Langa. I—”
“Shh,” Langa leaned back as he brought his hands from Reki’s back to pull at his chest, “maybe it is better if you stay quiet.” With every harsh pull and tug, Reki could feel his neglected erection begin to throb anew. His abs were beginning to grow sore from the constant tension there, but Langa’s ministrations on his chest gave him no chance to rest. Reki let his head fall back as he whimpered softly; it had been much easier when he couldn’t see, but now the mere sight of Langa was driving him crazy.
After a particularly harsh twist, Langa finally let his hands settle onto Reki’s hips. He watched as Reki slowly stilled on his lap, his breathing practically trembling out with every gasp of air. Despite the pure eroticism of the sight, Reki’s scent surrounded him as the lights illuminated his sweat-covered body; it was simultaneously the naughtiest and most beautiful sight Langa had ever seen.
“Okay,” Langa guided Reki to slide onto the sofa beside him, “just sit for a minute.”
Reki obeyed as Langa stood up; while the man was turned away, Reki took the opportunity to stretch his shoulders while admiring the taut muscles of Langa’s back. His show was quickly halted, as Langa whipped around and slipped out of his pants before yanking Reki up to stand. Even though they were practically the same size, their auras were on entirely different levels; Langa seemed to fill every inch of the room while Reki barely managed to stay in frame.
Langa grabbed Reki’s bound arms and whipped him around, aligning them so that when Langa fell backwards onto the sofa, Reki followed his path. The cool skin of Langa’s legs felt like ice against Reki’s heated body as he lifted him up, flexing the strength in his arms as he dropped Reki over his own throbbing arousal.
“Oh-ah!” Reki panicked as he was lowered, unsure if Langa would actually thrust into him so haphazardly. He was relieved when they merely touched before Langa lifted him away; from the stretch Reki felt on Langa’s stomach, the latter was reaching for something behind the sofa.
“Now,” Langa purred by Reki’s ear as his hands fiddled behind Reki’s back, “you can be as loud as you want.”
“Okay…” Reki exhaled.
“But,” Langa’s hands returned to Reki’s thighs as his mouth kissed lovingly near Reki’s nape, “you can’t come.”
Reki had no time to question their arrangement before Langa lifted him again, this time slowly dropping him onto his freshly lubed cock. Reki’s throat seared against the force of his shouts, but despite the sudden entry, Langa began bouncing Reki atop his thighs in a timely motion. The deep ache that had only just receded came rushing back, heating Reki’s core with every deep thrust.
“L-Langa-a,” Reki choked as Langa’s fingers played near his collarbone, “ah, I can’t, I’m going to—”
“No you won’t,” Langa’s blasé tone almost earned a laugh from Reki, but any laughter was silenced by the grip his fingers took at Reki’s throat. It wasn’t strangling, and in all reality, Reki could still breathe perfectly fine; it was the pressure that built in Reki’s head and groin that spurred him forward and made his gasps turn to throaty moans.
“Ah, ah!” Reki couldn’t move anything but his legs, but the intense pace that Langa set kept him from any worthwhile movements. He could feel his toes curl as the tell-tale sparks of release bubbled from deep within; the desires to finally come versus obeying Langa’s orders fought in his mind, so much so that Reki couldn’t really think.
A severely harsh thrust drilled into him before Langa lifted him away again, gently settling Reki into his lap. Reki twitched pitifully as their heartrates slowed and Langa’s satisfied sighs blew against Reki’s hair. Reki’s gasps were anything but calm, but Langa could tell that he was desperately trying to keep quiet. Reki was practically weeping as he shook and throbbed, so oversensitive and over-touched that he felt like he could burst at the slightest touch.
“Hm, you did so good,” Langa kissed Reki’s ear softly, “I’m proud of you.” Reki shuddered before he looked over his shoulder, shooting Langa a glare that lacked any malintent. They sat together in silence until Reki’s breathing slowed to a normal pace; Langa let his fingers play with Reki’s hair as he kissed his shoulders, peppering his searing skin with the sort of love one expected from a goodnight kiss. To further the domestic image, Langa scooped his arms under Reki and stood up, carrying him down the hallway and into his dark bedroom. “I’ll let you lay down now.”
Never before had a simple mattress provided such blissful comfort. Reki sighed as he was softly dropped onto the covers, and once Langa’s fingers dipped below and released his wrists, he stretched his arms out until his shoulders popped.
“How do you feel?” Langa lowered his head and kissed Reki’s cheek, “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” Reki’s hand caught Langa before he could retreat and guided them together for a short, hot kiss. Langa, seemingly content with his answer, dragged his fingers up the sides of Reki’s torso. Their moment of soft, domestic love changed like a scene in a play, and only a matter of seconds passed before Reki’s wrists were brought to the headboard. There, Langa took the silky tie and once again tied his wrists, though now he could move his hands to grab at the wooden board.
Langa’s figure ducked down to crouch near Reki’s hips; he laid down comfortably on his stomach before throwing Reki’s knees over his shoulders. Reki moaned softly as Langa lapped as his swollen entrance, and once his hand snaked up and took hold of his dripping erection, Reki felt as though he could come in an instant.
“Aah,” Langa popped up with his tongue out, a lewd smile plastered on his face, “I think the longer I make you wait, the sweeter you taste.”
“I don’t want to wait anymore,” Reki hissed out between short, stuttering laughs, “please!” A finger barely pressed against his entrance before Langa rose to his knees, settling forward to wrap Reki’s legs around his hips.
“You are so good, Reki,” Langa pressed into him once again, eliciting an airy sigh from deep in Reki’s chest, “so good. You feel so good, too.” As he began to drill deeper and harder, his sweet words filled Reki’s ears and clouded his mind.
Reki could move his arms much more, however his inability to reach down was clearly Langa’s motive; his cock felt like it had been rubbed raw, throbbing, and leaking like he had never experienced before. It was painful, and if he were able, Reki would simply jerk himself once, maybe twice before he would finally come. Instead, Langa kept their pace arguably casual, lightly pumping into him like they had just begun their romp moments prior.
“Langa, please-e,” Reki hiccupped after a particularly well-placed thrust. Langa continued on as though he didn’t hear, however every so often his hips would angle just enough to strike Reki in his deepest point. The pressure was growing much slower, yet it took only a matter of minutes for Reki’s arousal to peak again.
He pulled at his restraint and lifted his chest off of the bed in retaliation to Langa’s spearing, and despite how desperately his muscles ached to be released, the once searing need in his groin was now a numb pounding.
“What’s wrong?” Langa cocked his head, panting lightly as he thrusted forward irregularly, “I thought you were so close to coming.”
“I was—” Reki gasped and tossed his head back, “I am, but I can’t… I—”
“Shh,” Langa reached forward and cupped Reki’s cheek, bringing their gazes together again, “it’s okay. You’ve done so well, Reki. You’re so good.” He brushed his thumb over Reki’s lip just as it began to quiver. Langa’s chest bloomed with heat as he watched Reki squirm below, a few scant tears managing to make their way over his feverish cheeks. The light sheen of his tears ignited Langa further; even in the dimness of his bedroom, Reki glowed beneath him like an angel. He lifted Reki’s legs and began to beat harder into him, relishing in how every drive of his hips sent waves directly to Reki’s swollen cock.
His own pace was growing sloppy, so Langa took the opportunity to lean forward, showering Reki’s lips with kisses as he dove further inside. Reki’s cries echoed through the steamy air of the room, alternating between relieved and pained as he struggled beneath Langa’s force. For Langa, it was the ultimate sight; Reki looked as though he could burst at any second.
“Come for me, Reki.” Langa leaned past Reki’s lips to bite at his ear while his free hand rose up to swirl lazily around his chest. He could feel Reki’s desperate clamping on his cock with every pained cry, searing his own arousal deep in his abdomen.
“Ah,” Reki’s voice began to rise in pitch, “Lang-a—!” Langa let his teeth sink into the skin at his shoulder in time with a perfectly aimed thrust. Reki’s pulse thundered beneath his lips as he finally rose up again; Langa lifted his eyes up to Reki’s face just in time to see his mouth fall slack as tears overflowed from beneath his lashes.
Langa felt Reki’s climax before it truly hit its owner, clamping harshly around his dick just as the final scream ripped itself free from Reki’s chest. His neglected erection finally released onto his chest, reverberating in time with his throbbing pulse. The scene was otherworldly, and Langa found himself coming alongside from the mere sight of Reki’s long-awaited orgasm. He grunted through his own release as he emptied himself into Reki, though his eyes never left Reki’s angelic face.
The delay of his pleasure had the interesting side effect of sparking aftershocks in their host, spasming across Reki’s body continuously for what felt like hours. Reki wasn’t sure if his eyes were open or closed, as all he could see was static. His body tried to calm itself, only for a new tremor to rock him harder, eking out near-silent whimpers until his muscles finally failed, leaving him limp against the dampened sheets.
“Reki,” Langa whispered softly as his lips trailed up Reki’s jaw, “open your eyes.”
“O-ah,” with a gasp Reki’s eyes popped open, only for his vision to be entirely filled with Langa’s icy blue eyes, “I can’t move.” Langa chuckled as he slowly pulled himself free—earning a deliciously pitiful cry from Reki—and slid himself up to lay beside him. Reki’s wrists were freed before Langa scooped him up, snuggling him close as they laid in mutual, sticky ecstasy. Several minutes passed where the two laid perfectly still, save for only the intonation of their breaths.
“Are you alright?” Langa asked quietly as his fingers scratched through Reki’s hair, “How do you feel?”
“Fucked up.” Langa snorted aloud at Reki’s quip. “But I feel good. Really good, actually…” Reki leaned his head back so that he could find Langa’s eyes, “I can’t feel my toes, though.”
“Just your toes?” Langa pouted until Reki’s fingers pinched up at his cheeks, “Are you hurt anywhere? Your wrists? Hips?”
“I don’t think so,” Reki sighed as he stretched against Langa’s body, “but I’m gonna be sore.”
“So now I get to shower you with affection,” Langa let Reki slide onto his back before he rose up, lightly pressing against Reki in a heated, slow kiss. They remained there for a moment before Langa finally did rise up to his feet, stepping out for only a moment before Reki heard the sounds of the bath being drawn. He used the short minute of solitude to properly check himself out; his wrists were slightly irritated from rubbing, and his hips and ass throbbed with a soreness he knew would take at least a day to dissipate. However, even in the lucid, sticky state he was left in, his nerves sparkled like it were his first time all over again.
Langa returned and lifted Reki up bridal style, marching them both into the bathroom with the determination of a soldier. It was admirable; even after such intense, mentally draining sex, Langa’s smile still shone as though he had just opened the world’s best birthday present. Though, that would make Reki the present, a notion which brought a wholly pure blush to creep over Reki’s cheeks.
Once they sank into the steaming water, Reki reclined while Langa continued to play at his hair. Langa mentioned that he had already called for their dinner, and between the hot water, hot food, and Langa, Reki was certain that he was the one with all the gifts. Once his body was clean and his stomach was full, Reki would need to make his sentiments more officially known.
But first, he had to make it through Langa’s post-orgasm review of every single moment he’d found interesting; a small price to pay for such world-shaking sex, Reki determined.