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The first time Langa had mentioned it, Reki laughed.
But when Langa had returned that laugh with a look of pure, unabashed earnestness — sparkling to boot – Reki’s voice tightened into a squeak, punctuated by a jeez!
It was the hottest day on record in Okinawa.
The weather people always made a point of bringing it up this time of year – except that their AC unit had broken last night, and Koyomi called dibs on going with Mom, Granny, and the twins to “keep cool” at a friend’s place. Dad had things to wrap up in Tokyo, another week or so until he could take a look at their unit — which was to say, another week for Reki to man the house alongside the only other person willing to keep him company.
Langa pressed his cheek up against their pitcher of cold tea, limbs strewn out from within their circle of fans. The very image of a wilted flower — though, he sparkled even harder at Reki, enough energy mustered to compel Reki to “see things [his] way.”
“That’s embarrassing,” Reki shot back.
“But we do it all the time at school,” Langa answered. “And, it’s not like I haven’t seen anything before.”
“So, you’ve been watching me then.”
“Yeah.”
“ Dude.”
“Everyone else can see,” he added. “And, it isn’t like you can’t see me too.”
“But, that’s changing. This. Is different. I’d just be uhm. Naked.”
“Yes.”
“Instead of going from one kinda clothes to another.”
“Yeah.”
Reki sighed, running a moist hand through a sweatier scalp. Maybe it was the heat, throwing his brain out into a scramble. But, he gathered himself up with another huff, peeling back his shirt, and balling it up for laundry later. There came a moment of reprieve at that, an errant breeze meeting damp skin to cool him off proper.
Langa propped himself up to watch.
“You gotta strip too, dude. Can’t make this weird.”
“Okay.”
His arms crossed as he took the hem of his shirt, sliding the entire thing off in a single motion. The blue strands of hair fell back into place, sweat glittering in the sunlight.
Langa glanced back at Reki. Those bright, sea-green eyes settled on his belt line this time.
Reki swallowed.
“Are you still hot?” Langa asked.
“...No. I think I’m fine.”
“Reki.”
“...Yeah. Okay. I am.”
Reki turned himself away for this next part. He wore his pants slung pretty low to begin with, mimicking the style of all the skateboarders whose videos he followed from America. But, it had the effect of his underwear on the way down when he wasn’t careful, revealing a part of his ass in the process. Reki flustered, pulling his boxers back up.
“You can take those off too,” Langa said.
“I don’t think it’ll make a difference.”
“Yeah. So, might as well, right? I’ll take mine off too.”
Reki nodded.
The fabric pooled at his ankles as he gingerly stepped out of them.
“Your hand.”
“Ah. I… Don’t want you to look.”
Langa shook his head.
The heat again, this tension completely unlike any of the times spent together in the locker room or at the beach or the onsen. Reki had always been good at playing all those times off, styling his hair up super tall and grinning super big to make up for how dainty and small he felt everywhere else – not just in height when compared to Langa but.
His eyes averted, dropping his hands to his sides. They shook a bit in spite of himself.
“There,” he said. “Go ahead and laugh.”
“...”
“...”
“Sorry. It’s good.”
“What?”
“Everything about you. Reki. It’s good. I like looking at you.”
“Y-you’re making it hard to cool down over here, dude. But uh. Same.” Reki glanced in Langa’s direction.
Of course he’d forgotten to take off his boxer briefs. They were black and fit snugly over his pale, square hips, a light trail of hair connecting his navel to a bulge that Reki assumed was…
Generously-sized. Probably. Most likely.
“Your body is. Good. Too.”
“Oh. Right.”
Reki swallowed.
Yes.
Very generously-sized.
“S-so! Yeah! Let’s go find something to watch! P-phew! Glad we got over that one, right?”
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Though, Reki knew that he was like, totally lying to himself.
Langa’s body wasn’t just good , it was the kind of thing seen on magazine covers, the tallest of their entire grade with the broadest shoulders.
He’d known this before, and it was that much more obvious without their clothes. No matter how much Prince Langa ate and slept, his muscles kept their definition, a powerful core that held those long, elegant legs sturdy from over his Reki Langa Special Rolling Slider (L2S for short).
Coupled with that face, Reki might have thought it unfair.
Almost.
They spent the rest of that afternoon going off tangents from the bright and splashy lights of their usual trick compilations – feeds, site inventories, and the like – as Reki reminded himself that Langa couldn’t help how he looked, the same as his ability to skate and snowboard. Reki was mature and so long as they had fun together, it didn’t matter how inadequate Reki felt, comparing each part of himself one-to-one.
He just had to trust that Langa liked him just the way he was.
Reki slapped his cheeks by dinner time, fixing up some leftovers for dinner.
He shot Langa another one of his megawatt grins.
Langa returned it with one of his own — but, then he paused to stare at the chair and then back down at himself.
“Reki,” he said.
“What’s up?”
“Am I allowed to sit at the table? Or will your mom get mad?”
Oh. Yeah. “She’d totally get mad.”
There came a thought that maybe they should at least put their underwear back on for this — except that sounded like, totally gross: moist, dirty fabric all pressed back onto clammy skin.
Reki crossed his arms.
“We can stand and eat,” he said. “Then maybe a bath after?”
“Together?”
“N-no! You. You go first, dude. I’ll wait up.”
“Okay.”
They picked at their omurice from over the counter, awkwardly, Reki unsure if he was just imagining the tension between them.
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With the faucet’s squeak, Reki lumbered back into the quiet of his room, letting the sound of running water flow out into nothing.
He sighed and rolled himself up onto his bed.
Joe had mentioned that there were nudist beaches out in Italy, and how he’d gotten a full body tan that way, laying out on the shore of Capocatta Beach.
Reki imagined it, the two of them, staring out into the dunes and the Mediterranean, holding hands with nothing else on them. He imagined their feet sinking into wet sand, the water lapping around their ankles — the breeze from all around them, swaddling them up all warm and natural and perfect, and better than any bath.
There was so much they were missing out on, given all his hang-ups. First, an entire week of skating because of that episode in the rain — and, now this.
Maybe he was just a buzzkill, unable to get over something he knows he should.
Maybe Langa knew this, letting Reki stew until he could.
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Langa threw back his bangs, shaking off the last of the suds.
Japanese baths had always seemed like a lot of unnecessary steps to get to the same goal.
Back at home, Langa was in just as quickly as he was out, showers serving as the most effective in getting himself clean before tucking in for the night. But, when he’d pointed this out to Mom, she told him that it was good to be honest, but not so much that it was rude.
He rinsed everything off as was common courtesy – the stool in which he sat, the floor, and his body – dipping into the tub all squeaky clean for one last soak for the next 10 minutes or so. Langa’s cheeks puffed up, taking up the smell of Reki’s shampoo from all around him.
Consolation for no Reki here, tucked up against his arms for Langa to enjoy.
Beyond its function, a body wasn’t much of anything to Langa. From his training alongside Dad in Canada and then Joe, here, in Okinawa, he'd learned that conditioning made it more sturdy, better able to take a beating, out in the mountains or down the cliffs of Crazy Rock. He liked feeding his body, the sensation of stuffing it with good food — the way it felt when he touched himself just right. But, he’d never understood a body as anything that could be beautiful, like how Adam or any of his classmates had pointed out. Never thought of it as anything to linger on, until he’d learned to angle himself so he could watch Reki dress and undress without the other noticing.
Langa’s favorite part of him was that dip in his waistline, seemingly made for him to grab.
But, those muscles were also very good — lithe and sun-kissed, radiating warmth as Reki stretched and jumped and ran. He also liked that Reki was shorter than he was and that his nipples were so cute and pink — and, if Reki let him, Langa could make him feel so good with just one hand wrapped around the length of that perfect, adorable cock.
The steam rising up through his nostrils, the image of Reki all spread out for him bringing his hand to his dick in substitute. The water sloshed from around Langa’s stomach — slow and deliberate — but then mounting to something hungry, desperate, hips jerking to the idea of claiming Reki’s body for himself. Maybe at a love hotel. Outside, near the bathrooms at their skatepark… Or here, in this house, those wrists pinned tight over his head as Langa fucked him into his mattress.
Langa lolled his head back.
He sighed, hot puffs of air running ragged from his lips.
In holding his hand up to the bathroom light, the cum ran thick and creamy as it dripped from his fingers back into the water.
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“Took you long enough.”
“Yes. Sorry.”
“…”
“…”
“I didn’t bring any spare clothes.”
Reki’s phone hit the ground with a thud.
Langa gave it back to him in the most gentlemanly way he could manage, sparkling for added assurance.
“Y-you! You can borrow any. Of mine.”
“I was thinking it’d be easier to stay like this.“
“Okay. Yeah, sure, that’s fine. I’ll hit the washer on my way over. But, if you change your mind, the bottom drawer’s got some clean stuff.”
Langa nodded. Once Reki shut the door, Langa hobbled his way over.
Reki made most of his clothes, ironing on patterns he’d made and cut up himself. Experiments in bright patterns and colors — all of which Langa found more heinous than the next. Reki only ever wore one size though, preferring his clothes to hang and sag over his body.
Speaking of.
Langa counted three more drawers up where he’d theorized that Reki kept his underwear.
His eyes sparkled as he dragged the entire thing open.
The tips of his finger ran over the elastic bands, not knowing if Reki might notice if one went missing, the perfect souvenir for all those nights Reki was too busy to hang out.
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Reki took half as long as Langa, emerging a little after Langa had stuffed Reki’s panties into his school bag.
It was to his disappointment that Reki was hiding the goods again, having pulled another tank top and fresh boxers from the dryer. Those pretty doe eyes went to Langa’s face and then back down to his crotch before averting to the side again. Reki must have liked whatever Langa had to offer – so, at least he still had that going for him. He laid down the spare futon and tossed Langa’s favorite pillow over.
Langa caught it and sprawled on top.
“You’re sleeping like that, then.”
“Yes. You should too, Reki. We can match.”
“Dude.”
“What?”
“No way. What if we get robbed, and like. The thief caught us without clothes.”
Langa raised an eyebrow. “I think you’d have bigger problems than that. Like, having your fridge stolen.”
“Only you would steal a fridge. A real thief would go for something easier, like our TV. Or my toolbox.”
“If I were a thief and I saw you naked, then I’d just stop stealing your stuff because I’d be too busy looking at you.”
Reki snorted.
Langa loved that sound.
“So, you’d stop your life of crime because you saw me naked,” he said, tugging at the hem of his shirt.
“Yes. I would turn myself in and become an honest man, once I got out of jail. I would swear off crime forever and maybe even learn how to climb up trees to save cats that get stuck in them.”
“You’re so dumb. But uh. Thanks. Dude.” With a sigh, the shirt came back off, as well as his boxers.
Reki paused at the third drawer but didn’t say anything about the missing pair.
“...I guess it is pretty comfy, walking around like this, huh?”
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Even after Reki’s dad figured out the situation with the air conditioning, and Reki’s house became too crowded to walk around like that – there was still Langa’s place, Mom taking her sleepovers with some friends or staying over late to help with some things at the hospital. After the first couple of times, Langa didn’t even have to ask Reki if now was a good time to try and go without clothes — he just took them off and smiled at him like it was no big deal.
It was to Reki, though.
Reki was always the quickest in the locker rooms and kept his eyes above their shoulders the entire time they were on vacation in Miyako-jima. Some maidenly virtue, his mother might have called it.
Reki, therefore, only did this for Langa, pausing just long enough that Langa could read his hesitation.
He curled into the sheets, just like a kitten.
His skin was soft – or, at least it looked soft, tempting Langa to press his hands up to his lightly tanned thighs.
Mom let Langa set the thermostat when she was out. Not as much as back in Canada, but enough for Reki to ask for the comforter set, on top of the fortress of pillows.
Langa joined him.
Reki blinked up.
“You cold too, dude?”
“No. I just wanted a closer look.”
“Okay.”
“...”
“...”
“There isn’t anything weird about it, right?” Reki withdrew, tucking a blanket over himself. “My body, I mean.”
Langa paused, at risk of scaring Reki off, even with all their progress. He wasn’t sure if he could handle that, Reki back in those hoodies.
That blanket already resembled one.
Langa might snap and start stealing all over again.
“No. Reki.
“You’re beautiful. I like looking at you because it’s easy. I can stare at you all day, which is why I wanted. A closer look.”
Reki laughed.
But, then he stopped.
That flush deepened a few shades short of his hair.
“Oh. You’re being serious.”
Langa nodded.
Reki’s mouth dropped.
“Dunno dude. I’m like. Nothing special compared to you.”
“Who says?”
“Like, everyone at school. Me.”
Langa shook his head, catching Reki by his wrist.
“-- B-but, it’s nothing, dude.” Reki tugged himself back. “Don’t worry about me, getting all stuck on old news. You already said you liked what you see, so it’s totally on me to accept that you think that way.”
“No.”
“What do you mean, no?”
“I.”
Langa had never been good at this whole talking thing. But, the thought of repeating that episode earlier this year, out in the rain, inclined Langa to try anyway.
“This.” He turned Reki’s hands over, palm side up. “You see this, right?”
There were calluses over the pads of his thumbs and fingers, as well as one on the outside heel of his right hand. They’d gotten thick enough from all of Reki’s work with his rigs that they never bled the way Langa’s did when they dragged over asphalt.
Langa leaned in, sparkling for dear life.
“Oh. Yeah. Those are pretty cool, huh?”
“Mm.”
He turned Reki’s arm over next.
Reki had spent the first few weeks teaching Langa how to skate with it all slung up in a cast. It had healed now, just the hint of a burn mark from his beef against Shadow connecting his wrist to his elbow.
“I remember thinking it would never stop hurting,” he said. “Barely think about it now.”
“Mom’s always said that it’s good to appreciate the way your body gets better when you’ve hurt it. You’ll take it for granted, otherwise.”
“Damn, dude. Deep.”
It could be if that’s what Reki needed to hear.
Langa pointed to Reki’s forehead next.
“What? Oh. Yeah, dude. Like last month, right?”
“Two months ago. When that branch hit your face. It’s kind of shaped like a star now.”
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Reki wasn’t sure whether to be creeped out or flattered that Langa had remembered each time Reki had fallen and where. But, it was a lot more fun than wondering why Langa bothered and actually seeing the evidence for what it was. His body, a record of his life up until this point, riding those boards he’d built with these hands – at Crazy Rock or their skatepark, heads thrown back to enjoy the Okinawan sun.
A few days later, Reki had taken Langa’s hand and placed it around his shoulder.
After that, they’d moved even lower, stroking the skin on the way down.
And then, they were back at Reki’s place, having locked the door so it was just the two of them in the dim light of his room. There was no getting around Reki’s family, but.
Langa had scooched up next to him, having insisted that he give Reki a more thorough rundown— to which Reki agreed, under the condition that Reki could do the same for Langa after Langa was done. Those hands pressed over his stomach as Reki lay back down.
They slid down to his hips and sent chills down Reki’s spine once they settled.
Langa smiled over him.
“I like that your body does that. There’s a dip here.” He squeezed him lightly. “It’s like you were meant to be held there.”
“Yeah. Okay. Cool, I can live with that – f-fuck–”
They spread over his chest, the tips of his fingers pressed over his nipples. One of them lingered, tracing small circles there. The other cradled his head, thumb pressed to his lips.
“...I like that this is so soft.” That grip tightened into his hair. “And this too.”
Langa’s smile widened, the shine of his eyes shine overtaken by something dark and burning.
But, even as his heart started in his throat, looking back at him, Reki held fast to his end of the bargain, indulging in it.
“I want to feel yours too,” he said. “I’ve. Always thought about it. Langa.”
He lay his hands over Langa’s, holding them in place, and leaned forward.
It should have been the kind of thing Reki gave himself heartburn over, hyping himself up for their first kiss.
Reki would have dedicated at least a week to research, followed by another for a couple of practice rounds, with some advice courtesy Joe or Cherry, whoever would be willing to help a guy out.
But, he felt his head tilt on its own, lips parted for Langa to slip his tongue in. His hands over the smooth expanse of Langa’s chest and then back around his shoulders, taking up his end of the deal.
Langa hummed, moving the air between them, pulling Reki’s head back for more. His lips trailed from his mouth to his neck, teeth grazing the skin as he lapped and sucked, marking the skin.
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Reki had never been one to look at himself in the mirror for very long, either.
But, in the days that followed, he found himself staring at the hickeys Langa gifted him, just visible from over his shirt collars – his hands, retracing where Langa’s had been, Reki’s hair, his lips, wrapped tight and pulsing around his cock.
Back in his room, the ghost of Langa’s breath curled over the shell of his ear as he mimicked the motion of long strokes, sheets all tangled up around his legs. They’d just gotten back from yet another sleepover – beside each other, stopping right as Langa’s cock pressed up between his thighs, grinding himself against Reki and letting Reki know how much he loved it when Reki moaned.
It was crazy to think how far quickly they’d gone with each other.
But.
Everything about their relationship was like this – friends to best friends to lovers without ever stopping to make anything official.
He couldn’t imagine how else things might have gone.
Reki rolled back onto his side, finding his phone as its screen lit up with messages from Langa.
Langa [17:07]: reki
Langa [17:08]: what are you doing
Reki [17:10]: thinkin bout last night
Langa [17:10]: can I
Langa [17:11]: want to see
Langa [17:11]: please
Reki bit his lip, this other habit of “sending nudes” something new but also exciting and flattering. With one hand he balanced the phone in his palm. With the other, he posed his hand framing his crotch, legs spread as he snapped a few options for Langa to choose from.
Langa [17:31]: gordg
Langa [17:35]: gordgeos
Reki [17:36]: hey man don’t make it weird lol
Reki [17:37]: send me something too
Reki figured that Langa must have been called off for dinner for how long he took – or that he might have broken his phone again, trying something gnarly with the angle. But, as he stepped off to look through his fridge, three notifications came through. The first was of Langa’s cock, even more generously-sized when fully erect and slick with pre-cum. In the next, his fist had closed around the base, having dragged his cum from the head down its shaft. The last was a selfie of Langa, mid-pant, eyes glazed over in satisfaction.
Langa [18:05]: thanks for the food
Reki swallowed.
Langa had. Done that. Looking at his photos. Reki’s hands shook, managing something a little flirty before grabbing a pillow to rut up against.
Reki [18:08]: glad you liked
Langa [18:08]: they were the best please send more reki i love you
Reki [18:13]: yeah sure np
Reki [18:14]: but maybe the real thing next time
Langa [18:15]: OK
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If Reki was sexy and cute and perfect, acting all shy – he was someone even sexier and cuter, finally allowing Langa to indulge in his body, lavishing all the attention and love he’d been dying to give him. Throughout the week, Langa had pulled Reki up against him – in the corners around Dope Sketch or high off another beef down Crazy Rock, hands riding beneath the hemline of his hoodies or down, past the elastic of his boxers to play with that adorable cock, tempting Reki to his release. The best parts though were when they were completely alone and Langa was able to indulge in full skin contact, not only looking but touching and tasting Reki to his liking.
Just like the transition from wearing a lot of clothing to wearing nothing around Langa, Reki had his reservations – that Langa was going too quickly for Reki’s comfort or that Langa was being too bold in his displays of affection.
But, he was also a fast learner with enough encouragement.
The next time they met, it was back at school with Langa stealing his glances, watching – waiting for the next opportunity to get Reki alone again.
Would it be Reki’s place? Langa’s place? A so-called “love hotel”?
Langa’s mind went back and forth, a ball between two ping pong paddles, up until Reki bumped up to his shoulder, motioning him “this way” with a shy, but adoring smile.
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The sun had set by the time they finished dinner, their destination that abandoned parking garage, the place where Reki had gotten the idea for Langa’s last board. The lights flashed on as they entered its threshold, giving the entire space a liquor-store kind of glow. Reki threw down his board and swerved around Langa, popping an ollie over a broken office chair.
The shadows rotated and stretched around him which was like, super sick.
Langa followed after.
He added to Reki’s echo as it resonated out from around their wheels, popping a tailspin for show.
“Hey. So. You know how there’s that stairwell next to the elevator?”
Langa shook his head.
He was too busy trying not to get arrested.
“I was thinking that like. Since it’s so late and all, it’d be pretty cool, just to stand on the roof a little.” Reki lifted the shoulder carrying his school bag. “I brought some stuff to make things a little more comfortable.”
“Dude.”
“Right?”
The climb up was short, just three stories up before the very top floor of the building. Even quicker, given once they both got naked, clothes stuffed into that bag and adrenaline on high, doing something like this, chancing an encounter with some fellow delinquents or a security guard if they got too cocky.
Langa loved it.
He loved Reki’s grin, the balmy, open air that slipped from between their fingers – how those eyes reflected back the Okinawan skylight, the distant, neon signs reflected in golden amber.
Reki stretched his arms out.
“Now we’re both criminals,” he said. “So, it looks like the whole, being naked thing didn’t work out.”
He spun around.
Langa did the same.
“Yeah.”
After a beat, Langa stared back out to Reki, the way the wind had blown his hair from his face, the pink dashed over his cheeks – that body, again, all exposed in the open space, but belonging just to him. Langa stared, that yearning a pulse, low and warm, unfurling out from the pit of his stomach to course through his veins.
“Reki,” Langa said.
“Mm?”
“Can I have another picture? In case I go to jail, it would be nice to have something to remember you by.”
“Underwear isn’t enough?”
Langa shook his head.
Reki smirked before excusing himself, walking past him to the bags they’d left to the wayside.
The quilt spread out with a foom.
Reki crawled over it, straightening the rest of the fabric over using his knees
“The lighting is no good, but. Maybe it’d be better to film us, ya know.
“Not sure if I left the tripod in there, but we could also use my bag. Better souvenir and stuff, right?”
“Yeah.
“This way, I would totally survive jail, because I knew what was waiting for me on my way out.”
“Thanks. Langa. That is totally weird, but.”
“You like it.”
“I do.”
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It wasn’t anything like Capocatta Beach – but, the feeling of it was something close, with the white noise of the city in place of water, and Langa, with him, over him, pushing him into a warm blanket as they kissed, rocking his cock up against his own. Reki arched up into the friction, helped along by lube, and wrapped his arms around Langa’s neck.
For all the time Reki had spent with Langa, Langa had come to reveal the most sensitive parts of his body.
Langa wet his fingers before turning his focus onto Reki’s nipples.
Reki hissed, a shock of pleasure intermingling with the contrast of open air to moist skin.
Erotic , as Langa put it.
“N-ngh… Langa. J-jeez…”
Langa licked his lips and switched, taking the complaint for his own negligence. His tongue swirled around the nub, laving more spit as he suckled and nipped.
After Langa had taken his fill, leaving Reki’s tits red and swollen, that mouth dragged back down over his stomach, peeking up through pale eyelashes. Again, Langa lingered over his stomach and hips, ending with a kiss over the head of his cock.
“It’s dirty,” Reki mumbled.
Langa shook his head against his hands.
“You taste good, Reki. All of you.”
Langa enveloped the shaft, holding him still. His thumbs pressed gently into his hips, dribbling saliva as he slid his lips up and down, deeper and deeper.
It had always been hard, just sitting back and taking it. Reki tended to others by default, what they needed and how he might provide. But, as he mumbled out Langa’s name, allowing Langa to service him – as he felt his voice go tight and needy against that tight, wet heat, he found that his vision had gotten blurry around its edges.
He wiped at his face, embarrassment coalescing with that pleasure.
Langa withdrew pressing sloppy kisses around the base of Reki’s cock.
“Was it too much?”
Reki shook his head.
“Does it feel good?”
He nodded.
Langa smiled and resumed position.
That grip loosened around Reki’s hips, fondling him this time, encouraging him to thrust up into Langa’s mouth. Reki’s head lolled over, leaning into that indulgence, allowing it to wash all over him as if it was always his to own and feel.
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When Langa had gotten Reki close, twitching against Langa’s tongue and lips, Langa eased himself back. He kept his hand wrapped Reki’s base though, continuing the rhythm as Langa repositioned himself, licking his lips. Reki’s toes curled, feeling his cock drip from Langa’s fist and then over his own stomach.
That expression had laxed in its tenderness, eyes roaming up and down Reki’s body, taking him in. From this angle and set against the stars from above, the city lights highlighted the elegant planes of his face, giving it an almost ethereal appearance.
Reki thought he might cry again for how handsome he was — for how tenderly he looked at Reki, as if Reki was his most precious treasure.
Langa leaned forward.
This next kiss was slow and deep, letting Reki know that he was doing so good – that he was beautiful and sexy and perfect and that Langa wanted to fuck him so, so badly.
“I won’t be able to hold back,” he said, tucking his hair back. “Once I start, I don’t know if I can stop.”
“Good. Don’t.”
Langa lifted his legs, almost folding Reki in half as he pressed them back.
Reki slowed his breath.
Langa nudged himself forward: slowly, adoringly, watching as Reki whimpered, locked in place and taking so much of him all at once.
“Almost there,” he muttered. “Don’t look away. Reki.”
Reki hadn’t planned on it – even if it was more overwhelming than just a few fingers. He opened his mouth to repeat himself, that if Langa went easy on him, then he’d never hear the end of it.
But.
Langa pulled their bodies flush once he’d gotten close enough to the hilt, unseating those words before he could speak them. And then, again, adjusting himself with a huff, dragging his cock past that tight ring of muscle to stuff Reki even more deeply.
“Look at me. Reki.”
“N-nngh.. L-Langa.”
His grip tightened, hips rolled back to thrust into Reki. “Good. Just like that.”
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The camcorder had been set up by the wayside, its focus on their bodies in profile rather than up here, zoomed in on Reki’s face. Which was a shame, really. He would have liked to replay this moment over and over: Reki, gaping in both wonder and shock, his first time letting Langa fuck him; Reki, shy and red-faced choosing Langa above all others to give him this pleasure.
Regardless.
The tips of his fingers played over Reki’s thigh, feeling the shiver run up from where they joined. For now, Langa committed the moment to memory, osmosing each of its sensations into the very fiber of his being.
Reki moaned, hips arched up into the ghost of his grip as it fell between those legs.
“You’re so tight. Reki. You’re amazing.” Langa thrust himself forward again and again.
“Langa. Langa, please.”
He preened. The vulgar slap of skin against skin saturated the quiet space. “I love you so much. You’re so cute. You’re so good, Reki...”
After a certain point, Langa found himself caught up in the bliss of just fucking Reki, feeling those sobs fade into pretty little “oh’s” and “ah’s.” Though Langa couldn’t tell how they’d gotten there – if it was when they’d switched positions, Langa having brought Reki up by the scalp to swallow those moans or if it was when he’d reangled himself, making Reki keen and melt against him, wanting for more.
Thinking got in the way of just doing anyways, and it wasn’t like Langa could explain how he could skate and snowboard, either. He just did these things, mind and body snapped into place as he chased the mount of his own adrenaline, the promise of victory on its horizon. Langa picked up speed, chasing that feeling, faster and faster, its climax just out of reach until—
Reki groaned, streaks of white covering their stomachs. Those pretty doe eyes had become glassy and unseeing, head lolled off to one side — and it was so good and erotic that Langa couldn’t help but steal another kiss, tongue sliding past parted lips.
“I want to see you on top next. Reki.
“…You’ll let me, right?”
Through that haze, Reki managed a nod, allowing Langa to grind into him some more, lapping the skin at his neck, before propping him up for another round.
Reki held that position for the first few minutes of their second round, riding Langa just long enough for Langa to appreciate that stomach and these thighs and that face from another angle. Not that it mattered to him, taking over for Reki, hands massaging his hips and then the small of his back, bringing him forward. Reki was always coming up with ideas like this. It suited Reki, being spoiled for how much he’s always doing.
Reki nuzzled back into Langa’s shoulder.
“How many more rounds do you have in you?” he mumbled.
“I can’t tell. Everything about you makes me want you more. Reki.”
“Then. We can keep going. Until you’re good. Langa-ah… h-hah… G-god…”
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“...In. Satiable.”
Langa nodded, eyes sparkling, as Reki stumbled back over to their clothes.
He wiped one foot with a sock, slipping it into his shoe before balancing himself to do the same on the other side.
It would have been nice to just walk home like this, perhaps gathering Reki up all bridal-style since he was having trouble walking. But, Langa wasn’t going to push it after the evening spent, not only claiming Reki’s virginity but setting a private record for himself, creampie-ing him seven times in the past five hours. Maybe when they went on vacation, someplace where nobody knew them. He should ask Joe for some recommendations.
After a beat, Langa remembered that speaking was important. “I can’t help it," he said. "You’re easy to look at.”
“This again.” Reki's smirk lit up his entire face, a soft, glowing pink from the early morning chill. His hair was a little damp, a shade darker than how it normally was, and disheveled from Langa's grip. “Well. I’ve gotten around to believing that, at least.”
“You also make a lot of cute noises in bed. I imagined it, but seeing it in person, it was like. A miracle unfolding before my very eyes." Langa stood for this next part. "I didn't think I'd like seeing you cry either, but when you kept saying my name, I thought I was going to go insane and--”
“S-ssh!! D-dude! Okay! You don’t gotta say that out loud but. Uh. I didn’t think you’d be the dark and cool type in the sack. That’s. Pretty sexy.”
Reki swept the camera back up.
“Sexy…” Cool. Dark. Reki liked these things.
Langa nodded along.
“We can try other things too. I was thinking when we’re back home and all washed up, that we could do some research. Kinda like learning new tricks and stuff.”
“Together?”
“Yes." He held the viewer up, taking in Langa's face. "Together.”