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Rain pattered on the pavement of the skatepark. The sound of thunder rumbled in the sky, followed by the surprised shriek of a young man.
“Oh HELL no! I just replaced my grip tape!” Reki exclaimed, shoving his beloved skateboard under the safety of his hoodie. Were the wheels uncomfortably pressing against his chest and smearing dirt all over the T-shirt he was wearing underneath? Yes. But that was the least of his concerns at the moment.
He retreated under the safety of a nearby half pipe - where Langa was snickering to himself and shielding himself from the sudden rain.
“What are you laughing at?” Reki raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend’s soft laughter, wiping water from his face.
Langa finally caught his breath, but that gentle amused smile didn’t fade. “Just you.” He said fondly, holding his own skateboard close to his chest.
Reki huffed at him, feigning annoyance. Langa could never annoy him - not really. “Let’s get outta here, dude.” Reki moved to get up, cradling his skateboard under his hoodie and grabbing Langa’s hand with the other.
Langa allowed himself to be pulled up, giving Reki’s hand two quick squeezes that said ‘love you’ before letting go. Thunder rumbled in the sky, followed by lightning in the distance. Yup. Time to go home.
The two boys immediately rushed back to Reki’s house, Langa following behind without a thought.
When the two of them made it back to the Kyan household, the rain had picked up significantly. Pouring down and soaking their clothes and hair. Reki shuffled inside, placing his skateboard down against the genkan wall and bent down to untie his shoes. Langa copied his movements.
“Reki? Is that you?” Reki’s mother called from deeper inside the house. “You better not be tracking water in the house!”
Reki paused, his gaze shifting from the laces of his shoes and down at the puddle on the floor beneath him. “Uhh…”
Reki’s mother peaked her head out from the kitchen, sighing deeply at her predictable son. “Go bathe you two. I’ll clean up.” She had that calm but stern tone Reki knew not to mess with.
With a quiet ‘yes ma’am’ he toed off his sneakers and shuffled down the hallway to the bathroom, Langa trailing behind him. As they passed Masae in the kitchen, Langa gave her a small wave and smile. “Hello, Mrs. Kyan.”
Of course Masae returned the gesture. She liked Langa, he’s a sweet kid. “How are you, hon? How’s your mother?”
Langa’s smile widened a little at her question. “She’s good.” He said simply.
“Yo! Why are you nice to Langa but I get the stink eye?” Reki grumbled, his soaked clothes still dripping water onto the tatami mats.
“Because Langa is a good boy.” His mother stated plainly, reaching up to pat Langa’s cheek sweetly. Reki was immediately offended.
“Excuse you! I’m good!” Reki exclaimed, throwing his arms up.
“GO SHOWER!” Masae ordered.
“Okay, okay!” Reki called out, grabbing ahold of Langa’s hand and pulled him along down the hallway. Masae rolled her eyes, gathering kitchen towels to clean up the water mess in the genkan.
Reki was pouting all while he dragged Langa to the bathroom, mumbling under his breath about how unfairly his mother treats him. Langa couldn’t help but chuckle at how worked up Reki had gotten. He thought he looked a little silly. Cute, but silly.
Once they were alone in the bathroom, he poked Reki in the cheek playfully.
"Don't pout." Langa teased, an amused smile still on his face.
Reki turned his head towards him, still slightly sulking. Though the pout softened when Langa poked him. He let out an exaggerated sigh.
“She doesn’t even love me.” Reki whined dramatically, resting his forehead against Langa’s shoulder like he was mortally wounded.
Langa wrapped his arms around his boyfriend instinctively, hugging Reki tightly. He laughed softly at the dramatic display - Reki was such a drama queen sometimes.
“She loves you.” He said gently, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Reki’s damp hair. “You’re just being extra.”
The kiss made Reki’s heart do that stupid little flip it always did whenever Langa showed him affection. He finally stopped sulking, relaxing into the hug instead, his arms sliding around Langa’s waist. Reki was a sucker for physical affection.
After a few seconds of Reki practically melting in Langa’s arms, he pulled back slightly and glanced away, avoiding Langa’s gaze. “…Can I have another kiss?”
His cheeks were already pink from earlier but now they burned even brighter with his request. Classic Reki - craving closeness and attention but always feeling too embarrassed about it.
Langa’s smile widened, almost turning into a smirk. Reki was so predictable, even when he was trying to act all unbothered. Langa’s arms were still around his waist, but now his hands shifted lower to his hips and gave Reki’s sides a gentle squeeze.
“Say please.” Langa teased.
Reki’s face immediately scrunched up in mock outrage - he was not about to say please for a kiss, what kind of ridiculous rule was that?! But then Langa leaned in anyway without waiting for an answer, closing the small distance between them and pressing their lips together.
And Reki… well. He caved instantly.
His eyes fluttered shut as he kissed back eagerly, hands gripping onto Langa’s damp shirt like his life depended on it.
The kiss started soft - just a sweet peck - but it quickly deepened when Reki responded so eagerly. He had never been good at taking things slow. Langa smiled against Reki’s lips before tilting his head slightly, capturing the other’s mouth more fully. His hands slid up to cup his boyfriend’s face, thumbs brushing over damp cheeks.
Raindrops still drummed against the bathroom window outside. Thunder shuttered from the rain clouds in the sky, the sounds deep but soothing in a way.
The sound of the rain made everything feel cozy and intimate - just them, in their little bubble. Reki’s fingers tangled into Langa’s damp hair without thinking, pulling him closer like he never wanted to stop kissing.
He tasted faintly like that peach-melon flavored soda they had shared earlier that day - the sweetness mixing perfectly with Langa's usual softness. He was addicted to this.
His heart pounded wildly against his chest.
Langa pulled back just slightly to catch his breath, their foreheads still pressed together. His cheeks were flushed pink now too, and he looked at Reki with those gentle blue eyes full of affection.
“You’re such a good kisser.” He murmured before leaning in again for another quick peck.
Then another. And another. He couldn’t stop kissing him.
Kissing Reki was definitely one of his favorite things. Right there at the top, just above food. But just barely above food.
Reki made a tiny hum against Langa’s lips between each kiss, completely lost in the moment. Every little peck sent sparks through his body and he didn’t want it to end.
Finally though, after what felt like both seconds and hours at the same time, Reki remembered they were supposed to be showering. He reluctantly broke away with a pout.
“We…should probably get cleaned up.” He said breathlessly.
Langa couldn’t help but laugh, that soft breathy laugh he always did, finding it amusing how they got completely sidetracked and ended up making out in the bathroom instead.
He pressed one last quick kiss to Reki’s forehead before reluctantly pulling back. “Yeah. We’re kind of… drenched.”
Wet denim jeans were not exactly the most comfortable thing in the world.
Langa started to tug off his waterlogged shirt off, revealing that pale bare torso underneath. Reki watched him for a moment, trying - and failing - not to stare too much as Langa undressed. His gaze lingered shamelessly on all that light, smooth skin - tracing every line of muscle with his eyes - before he snapped out of it.
Reki needed to get his head out of the gutter. It wasn’t like this was the first or last time they had undressed and showered in front of each other.
A tiny little voice rang in the back of his mind: ‘Well you weren’t dating the guy all those other times.’
He forced his gaze back up to Langa’s face before starting to pull his own wet hoodie and T-shirt off too.
It took him longer of course - he managed to get the fabric of his hoodie stuck on his head like an idiot.
And of course, Langa noticed. Langa blinked as Reki’s hoodie got stuck on his head, and for a second he just stood there watching the flailing red hair, arms waving uselessly in the air, and thinking ‘of course the simplest act seemed to cause some kind of disaster.’ He snorted.
“Reki,” he said simply, trying not to laugh too hard at how ridiculous this was.
All Langa got in reply was a muffled groan.
Langa shook his head, stepping forward to free his boyfriend from the tangled mess. Once Reki was finally free, Langa let his hands rest on the redhead's bare shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. "There you are.”
Reki grinned sheepishly, now shirtless and feeling a little self-conscious. Reki wasn’t usually self-conscious about his body - he was pretty athletic from skateboarding - but standing half-naked in front of Langa always made him feel a little…warm inside. Langa had seen him like this tons of times before. He didn’t have anything to worry about.
The bathroom was getting steamy and not from the hot water they hadn't even turned on yet. Reki reached over to the shower knob, twisting it slowly towards the red.
Almost immediately, warm water began spraying out of the nozzle.
The sound of the water hitting the shower tile was soothing, just like the patter of raindrops against the rooftop. Langa quickly finished undressing, removing his soaked socks and pulling down his jeans, leaving him in just black boxers.
He hesitated for a second before sliding those off too, stepping into the shower completely naked. The warmth immediately relaxed his tense muscles after being out in the cold rain earlier.
Turning back to Reki with an expectant look.
Who was bright red.
Reki was staring - hard. His eyes were practically glued to Langa’s body, taking in every inch of him now that they were both fully naked. He didn’t mean to stare, but…wow.
He had seen Langa naked before multiple times. But now Reki was looking at Langa through the eyes of a boyfriend, not a best friend. And hell if the sight of him didn’t make his mouth water a little bit.
Head out of the gutter, Reki!
His face burned hotter than the shower water as he realized how obvious he was being. Swallowing thickly, Reki finally forced himself to move and shimmy off the rest of his clothes, leaving him just as bare as Langa was. He stepped into the shower too - still avoiding eye contact like his life depended on it.
The warm spray hit his burning skin immediately.
Despite what many may think, Langa wasn’t oblivious. He knew Reki was staring - he found his bashfulness endearing, even if it was a bit unnecessary considering they had been together this long. He wrapped an arm around Reki’s waist, pulling him closer under the water.
The stream of water cascaded over them both, running down their bodies in rivulets.
"You can look, you know." Langa teased playfully.
The words made Reki’s stomach flip - Langa was teasing him. He knew exactly what he was doing, the prick.
Reki finally glanced up, meeting Langa’s eyes before his gaze dropped lower - just for a second - to take in all of him again. Then back up quickly, face completely on fire now.
“…You’re really hot.” Reki blurted out without thinking.
He was Immediately regretting it. Stupid, stupid, STUPID!
Langa’s smile softened into something impossibly fond. He wasn’t used to Reki being this openly affectionate, and it made his chest feel all warm and fuzzy in ways that only Reki was capable of making him experience.
He leaned in slowly, giving Reki plenty of time to pull away if he wanted…but then pressed their lips together again under the shower spray.
Reki didn’t pull back. He melted instantly, bringing his arms up to wrap around Langa’s shoulders again as they kissed. His body was pressed against Langa’s now, damp and warm from the water. It was almost too much and yet nowhere near enough.
His heart was pounding wildly, the sound almost drowning out the water that splashed against their bare skin. He tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss further.
Langa returned the kiss with equal passion, his hand sliding up to thread through Reki's damp hair. They were so close now, bodies flush against each other - in insane ways Langa wasn’t ignoring anytime soon - under the hot spray.
He could feel the heat radiating off of Reki, which only fueled the already growing desire pooling in his stomach. He couldn't get enough of him.
Langa pulled away just long enough to catch his breath before kissing his way down Reki's throat, nipping at the sensitive skin.
Reki let out a shaky exhale when Langa started kissing his neck. His knees felt weak, and he clutched desperately onto Langa's back to keep himself standing. His head tipped back instinctively, giving the other boy more access.
The combination of the warm water, Langa's mouth, and the growing heat in his gut…all of it was sending Reki's senses into overload.
The two of them had made-out before many times, but this? This felt different. Okay, maybe it was the way they were completely naked in the shower but this was different. Like a spark had been lit inside Reki’s chest.
"Langa…" He whispered, his voice just barely heard over the sound of the rain outside and the shower.
Langa hummed against Reki’s skin at the sound of his name, loving how sensitive and pliant he was like this. He pressed a soft kiss to the base of Reki’s throat before lifting his head again. Without breaking that heated eye contact, Langa slowly leaned in and kissed him once more on the lips - slow, tender but full of want.
The shower water continued pouring over them both as their mouths moved together hungrily.
Reki kissed back with just as much hunger, his hands roaming over Langa’s back - touching every inch he could reach. His fingers traced the ridges of his spine, memorizing him through touch. The steam from the shower had filled up the small space, making everything feel hazy and dreamlike. Reki was lost in it all - the warmth of Langa’s body against his, their lips moving together.
Reki didn’t even realize one of his hands had slipped lower until—
His palm brushed against the curve of Langa’s backside, squeezing lightly without thinking. The moment he realized what he was doing, Reki froze - eyes going wide with panic.
Oh shit, oh shit.
Did he just grab Langa’s ass? Without asking?! Was that okay?! Why did he do that?!
A million thoughts raced through his mind in a second.
Langa jumped slightly, but didn’t react negatively - if anything, he seemed pleasantly surprised. A small, amused smirk tugged at his lips as he pulled back from the kiss just enough to look down at Reki’s flustered face.
Then…slowly…deliberately…Langa leaned in and kissed him again - this time with more confidence, one hand sliding around to rest gently on Reki’s hip.
The silent message was clear: ‘It was okay. Keep going.’
The confirmation instantly relaxed Reki's panic, and he melted into the kiss - letting Langa's touch guide him. His hand returned to that spot on Langa's backside, more confident this time. He squeezed a little harder.
The feeling of warm, wet skin under his palm, Langa's body so close he could feel his body heat…and uh…other things. Hard things. He couldn't get enough.
Reki’s other hand slid to the front, fingers brushing gently over Langa's hip bone.
Langa let out a soft gasp as soon as Reki’s fingers brushed his hipbone, the touch sending tingles up his spine. He deepened the kiss further, lips parting slightly as their tongues tentatively met.
His hands roamed too now - one sliding up to cradle Reki’s jaw while the other trailed down his side before settling on the slim curve waist, right on that slight jut of his hip.
The shower water cascaded around them, small droplets of heat racing down their bare bodies, steam filling every corner of the small space as they lost themselves in each other.
Reki's hands explored Langa’s body with growing confidence, touching everywhere he could reach. He traced the lines of his collarbones, then slid his palms down to map out each firm, pale muscle of Langa's chest.
His skin was soft but warm under the water, and Reki couldn’t resist pressing closer to pepper kisses along that same path - starting at his neck, moving down to his shoulder and working downward.
Don’t think just do, Reki. Don’t think just do.
Langa arched slightly into the touch, shuddering at the feeling of Reki’s eager lips on his skin. His breath caught in his throat, and he tangled a hand in damp red hair, tugging slightly at the strands.
The sensation was electric, and it sent jolts of pleasure straight to his groin. He could feel heat coiling low in his abdomen, growing stronger with every puff of air against his skin.
Reki was completely lost now, acting purely on instinct. His lips continued their journey south, trailing wet kisses along the smooth planes of Langa's stomach.
He was just about to settle fully on his knees when Langa’s hand suddenly tightened in his hair, faltering his movements.
Okay. Ouch.
“W-Wait—” Langa groaned breathlessly, still tugging on Reki’s hair like he was trying to get him to stand up.
Ow. Ow. Double ouch.
Reki winced at the sudden tug, his scalp stinging. “Ow—Dude—“ He blinked up at Langa, confused and slightly hurt - both physically and emotionally. Did he do something wrong?!
The panic must’ve shown on his face because Langa immediately loosened his grip, guilt flashing across his features.
“Sorry—I didn’t mean to pull that hard,” Langa said quickly, his breath still coming in short huffs.
Reki rubbed the sore spot on his head with a pout. The moment was kinda ruined now - his confidence had taken a hit, and he felt stupid for assuming things. Reki felt like he deflated like a balloon.
He stood back up awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. Maybe Langa wasn’t…ready? Or maybe Reki moved too fast? Sometimes he could get a little inpatient. His stomach twisted uncomfortably.
The shower suddenly felt way less romantic and he was trying to look anywhere but downwards and at Langa’s face.
Langa took a deep breath, realizing he needed to explain himself properly. Sometimes he struggled with that. He gently cupped Reki’s face with both hands, forcing eye contact. Reki’s cheeks squished together slightly, and that pout on his lips only jutted out further.
“I’m sorry I pulled your hair.” His voice was soft.
Reki sighed. “That’s okay. I kinda liked it.”
Shit. Reki. Focus.
Langa chuckled, snorting softly. The corner of his mouth tugging up in a small grin at the confession. Typical Reki.
“Good. I was just going to say we should wait until we’re out of the shower.”
Oh.
Oh!
The clarification made Reki’s brain reboot. Right - getting out first, then… whatever came after.
Jeez! Langa had him freaking out for no reason. Reki almost had a friggin’ heart attack.
“God, Langa—You could’ve just told me that instead of yanking on my hair!” Reki practically growled, water collecting in his eyelashes.
Langa laughed properly this time, a bright and carefree sound. That soft, airy sound that only Reki seemed to pull from him.
“You looked like you were about to dive down there headfirst,” he said between giggles. “I panicked.”
The shower water was still running around them, steam clouded up the bathroom mirror as they stood close, the tension shifting from heated back to playful again.
Reki huffed, his annoyance quickly melting away in the face of Langa’s laughter. It was hard to stay mad at him when he was so endearing.
He reached out and poked Langa in the side.
"Jerk," he said affectionately, a small grin tugging at his own lips now. Wide enough that the faint dimple on Reki’s left cheek surfaced.
Langa squirmed when Reki poked his side - he was ticklish there. He swatted at Reki’s hand, but the grin on his face only grew wider.
The shower was still going - the water now running colder since they hadn’t adjusted the temperature in a while. Langa reached over and turned the knob slightly warmer again.
“C’mon,” he said, “let’s finish up.”
The two of them managed to finish cleaning themselves up after a record-breaking eight minutes, barely taking the time to run a cursory towel down their bodies before Langa was dragging Reki into the bedroom with the same determined energy he'd used on the tracks at S.
The moment they hit the sheets, he was shoving their towels aside and practically pinning Reki down, his expression impatient yet fond as he straddled his boyfriend’s lap. Reki let out a startled laugh as Langa all but pounced on him.
"Now where were we?" He mused teasingly, pressing their hips together.
Reki was still damp from the shower and radiating excitement like an overeager golden retriever. He pulled his legs up, his feet flat against the sheets and knees resting against either-side of Langa's waist.
"Someone's eager," Reki teased, running his hands up Langa’s bare chest - just to watch the way his breath hitched at the touch. They had all night now as long as they kept it down, and Reki was more than happy to take full advantage of that fact. "Guess we’re finally getting to do things properly."
Langa's breath stuttered as Reki's hands slid up his chest, his hips unconsciously grinding down at the contact - already worked up all over again despite how little time had passed. He leaned in, nipping lightly at Reki's lower lip before pulling back just enough to speak.
"Properly?" Langa repeated, voice rough with want. "You mean—?"
The unspoken question hung between them, Langa’s eyes brightened slightly with anticipation and a glimmer of nervousness.
Reki swallowed hard, suddenly aware of the weight of what he'd just implied - but he didn’t back down. Not when Langa was looking at him like that, not when his own pulse was racing with equal parts want and affection.
"Yeah," he breathed out, fingers tracing idle circles on Langa's hips as if trying to soothe his own nerves along with his boyfriend's. "I mean… only if you want to."
It wasn’t like they had to rush anything - but god, Reki wanted this. Soon.
Langa let out a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding the moment the words left Reki's mouth, relief flooding through every part of him. But the relief was quickly chased by a sharp, electric rush of excitement that had his heart racing all over again.
"Yeah," he breathed out, leaning down to kiss along Reki's jaw with an intensity that was no longer starved, but slow and sweet. "Yeah, I want to," Langa murmured, pulling back to meet his gaze. "You sure you're okay with it being me though?"
Reki shivered as Langa pulled away, already arching up into Langa's touch - the desire he thought he'd managed to cool off in the shower flaring up all over again, hotter than ever.
"Of course I'm sure." He said in between shaky breaths, fingers tracing up Langa's spine. "There's nobody else I'd rather… y'know." Reki swallowed hard, trying not to show how his legs were starting to shake just at the thought of what came next. "I want it to be you. Only you."
Langa felt a sharp pang of desire flooding his gut at those words, and it took every ounce of self-control he had to hold back a rough sigh. "It's going to hurt," he warned, pressing a trail of kisses down the side of Reki's neck - a gesture that was equal parts affection and distraction from the inevitable ache to come. Reki leaned into kisses, tilting his head back to give Langa more room to work with.
"I'm going to try to be careful - but it might still hurt. A lot." He paused, pulling back to look at Reki with a mixture of love and concern. "Tell me if you want me to stop—"
Reki was nervous - he was so nervous. He knew it was going to hurt like hell, but he was willing to brave through it if it meant being even closer to his boyfriend.
"I know. I don't care," he assured him, a little breathless as he wrapped his arms around Langa's neck, one hand reaching up to card through that shiny, light blue hair. "I trust you. Just… go slow."
Langa exhaled shakily, pressing his forehead against Reki’s for a moment - grounding himself in the warmth of his skin, the steadiness of his breathing. "Slow," he repeated softly, "Of course I’ll go slow."
He reached for the bottle of lube they'd - thankfully - thought to buy for when the time came and grabbed it from Reki’s nightstand. Langa searched around in the drawer and jeez - Reki has a lot of junk.
Langa fumbled slightly in his eagerness before coating his fingers with careful precision. His other hand found Reki's hip, thumb rubbing soothing circles into bare skin as he leaned down to kiss him again - soft and lingering this time.
"Tell me if it's too much."
Reki had kissed him back, just as long and tender - he could feel Langa’s hand slipping down to lift his thigh, spreading his legs apart and moving between them. It was already feeling like a lot, and they hadn't even started yet. He exhaled against Langa's lips in an attempt to gather his bearings, forcing himself to relax when he felt the first tentative touch of cold lube.
"I'm good." He said with as much confidence as he could manage, voice already shaking. Reki was moments away from squeezing his eyes shut. "Keep going."
Langa nodded in response, leaning down to kiss Reki again just to give him something to focus on. He could feel the way his boyfriend was trembling faintly underneath him, and while it made him a little nervous, he tried to keep the reassuring act going - he trusted Reki to know his limits.
He finally dared to let his fingers press inside, moving at a slow, measured pace, his attention completely focused on the way Reki was reacting.
"How is that?" He murmured against Reki's skin.
It was a lot - the feel of it was different from anything he'd ever done to himself, stretching and burning in a way that had Reki's hands clenching against Langa's shoulders.
"Weird." He managed, biting back a gasp when Langa slid his fingers in deeper - but there was no pain or discomfort to his tone, just an almost wonder in the way he said it. "It's not bad. It doesn’t really feel like anything though...”
Reki was a little confused why so many people liked this so much. It just felt odd - not exactly pleasurable.
Langa made a soft noise of acknowledgement, carefully watching Reki's expressions for any signs of discomfort. He knew it might not feel like much yet for Reki.
"We just need to find your prostate," he murmured, carefully pressing deeper and twisting his fingers in a way that was almost searching for something as he pressed in and out with slow, shallow thrusts. "You'll feel it when we do."
Reki gave Langa a confused look. “My huh-now?” He was a total noob about gay sex beyond…the basics. Maybe he should’ve done research? How does one research gay sex? Do you just watch a lot of pornograpy on the internet?
He was struggling to keep his breathing even as Langa moved his fingers inside him. He was starting to understand why this might feel good, but it was just a twinge - nothing that really stood out. His eyes squeezed shut as he tried not to think about how stupid he probably looked right now.
Langa paused, blinking down at Reki with a mix of amusement and surprise.
"Reki," he said slowly, "you don’t know what a prostate is?"
Langa waited for the inevitable realization to hit - because honestly? It was kind of adorable how clueless his boyfriend could be about his own body sometimes. But he also wasn’t about to let him go into this completely unprepared.
Reki groaned, covering his face with his forearm as his face started to flush with an entirely different kind of embarrassment. He was a complete moron.
"No…" He whined, suddenly feeling so utterly inexperienced. He'd been so eager, and he was suddenly feeling like an even bigger idiot. If Langa had just let Reki blow him like he had planned in the shower, maybe he wouldn’t be feeling so out of his depth. "Is that a bad thing?"
‘Of course the other guy knows more than I do.’ He thought to himself, trying not to let the anxiousness show.
Langa leaned down, pressing a reassuring kiss to Reki’s forehead before shifting slightly so he could explain - without making him feel like an idiot.
"It's just… the part that makes this feel good for you," he murmured, brushing damp hair out of Reki’s face with one hand while the other kept moving carefully inside him. "We just have to find it."
He wasn’t about to let insecurity ruin this for either of them.
Reki let out a shaky breath, still feeling embarrassed but a little reassured.
"Oh… okay, he said softly, closing his eyes and trying to relax again. It was hard to not be self-conscious, especially since he didn't even know what he was doing. He just wanted to get to the good part already. He leaned his head back against the pillows, trying to focus on anything other than how stupid and awkward he felt.
"How... do we find it?" He asked quietly, a little impatiently. He was starting to get a little bit bored. “Because right now it just feels…weird…”
Langa couldn't help but chuckle at Reki's impatience - even now, his ADHD was kicking in.
"Just wait," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of Reki’s knee before curling his fingers slightly deeper inside him - searching for that sweet spot with slow, deliberate strokes. "You’ll know when I find it."
And sure enough - just as he twisted his wrist just right—
Reki suddenly jolted, nearly kicking Langa in the stomach, a sharp gasp tearing from his throat as his entire body tensed up in shock. He hadn't been expecting that - at all. It was an entirely different sensation, one that sent a jolt of pure heat straight through him.
"Ah—Ah—Sorry—!" He quickly apologized for nearly karate chopping Langa in the stomach. Reki’s hand immediately flew up to cover any embarrassing noises.
That was NOT just ‘weird’ anymore.
Langa had just barely dodged the reflexive kick, laughing breathlessly as he watched Reki practically short-circuit from the sudden stimulation.
"Found it," he teased, voice smug and low - though his own cheeks were flushed pink with excitement at how reactive Reki was. He didn’t linger too long though, not wanting to overwhelm him too soon.
"Still think it’s just weird?" he murmured, pressing a kiss to Reki’s trembling thigh.
Reki couldn't even speak - he was too busy panting as his brain struggled to process the new sensation. This… this wasn't how he expected this to go.
He'd thought it would hurt, but this didn't at all. Even the ache of the stretch was fading to the background, overshadowed by those sudden sparks of mind-melting pleasure.
"Shut up…" He managed out between gasps, reaching blindly - stupidly - for Langa's shoulders in a weak attempt to shove him or grab him. Reki wasn’t sure.
Langa grinned, leaning down to press an apologetic kiss to Reki's stomach - though he wasn't actually sorry in the slightest.
"Make me," he murmured, voice low and teasing as he dragged his teeth lightly over Reki's skin - just to watch him squirm.
He was never going to get tired of this - not when Reki looked so good like this.
Reki let out a noise somewhere between a gasp and a whine at the teasing bite, his hips twitching forward slightly - though whether it was an attempt to escape or press closer was anyone’s guess. His fingers tangled in Langa’s hair again, tugging weakly in retaliation at the snowy blue locks.
"Stop—ah—stop being a jerk," he managed to choke out, face burning red. "Just… do something already."
He wasn’t sure how much more of this slow torture he could take.
Langa chuckled, taking mercy on him somewhat and finally, finally pulling his fingers out.
"No need to be so bossy—Jeez—" Langa remarked, sitting back on his knees to get a better look at Reki - flushed and panting and already looking wrecked, just from a few touches.
He reached over to grab the bottle of lube from where he’d tossed it on the bed earlier, coating his hand in generous amounts as he kept his eyes on Reki, watching the way he squirmed at the attention.
Reki swallowed hard as he watched Langa coat his hard length- something he'd fantasized about plenty of times, but was suddenly feeling very real about now. His hands instinctively found Langa's shoulders again, gripping tight as he tried to brace himself.
"Go slow—please," he repeated breathlessly, his entire body tensing in anticipation.
He was terrified - but he wanted this. So bad.
Langa exhaled slowly through his nose, trying to calm his racing heartbeat. He lined himself up, keeping his eyes on Reki's face. His expression was a mixture of love, desire, and a little bit of trepidation.
"I'll go slow, I promise," he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to Reki's neck - his way of grounding them both.
Holy fuck this was actually happening.
Reki let out a shaky sigh as Langa kissed his neck, some of the tension melting away at the gesture. He wrapped his arms around Langa's shoulders, pulling him closer as he tried to keep his breathing steady - it was easier said than done when he could feel the blunt press of Langa against him.
He didn't say anything, just giving a shaky nod in reply, as if he was too afraid to speak through the nervous, mounting excitement.
He was ready for this.
As Langa took his time, watching for any sign of pain on Reki's face, Reki found himself getting lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. It hurt a little, yes, but not enough for him to want to stop.
But it also - it also felt so good. Reki couldn't help the soft moan that escaped him as Langa sank the rest of the way inside him. He felt… full. He felt whole.
He felt safe.
He felt loved.
Loved. Cherished.
God, he was addicted.
Langa was his world.
Langa loved him.
Langa wanted him.
Langa.
Langa never believed in the concept of ‘making love’. Not really. He kinda thought it sounded stupid. But in this moment, with Reki, he felt… different. Maybe it was the look on Reki's face, or the way he said Langa's name - but suddenly, those words didn't seem so abstract to him anymore.
The way Reki was holding onto him - the way he said his name like a breathy prayer - was enough to make his heart race even faster.
Oh god.
He was so freakin’ in love with this boy.
Langa felt like he was drowning, lost in the sensation of being one with Reki - physically, emotionally, spiritually. Their connection was so strong that it felt like he would lose himself entirely if he looked away for even a second.
"Reki…" he gasped out, pressing his forehead against Reki's sternum as he tried to hold back, trying so desperately not to lose control. Being this close to Reki was overwhelming.
Reki kept his arms wrapped around Langa, trying to pull him even closer. Every part of him was buzzing, the tension building with every second. He felt every little movement of Langa's hips, and could hear every labored breath.
All those stupid, sappy romance tropes he'd made fun of made so much more sense now. Was this the moment where he was meant to say ‘I love you’...? Because he was feeling a lot of the mushy, gushy, cheesy, lovey-dovey bullshit right now.
Langa, meanwhile, was currently having an existential crisis mid-thrust.
Why did everyone act like this was just some casual thing? How were people functioning after experiencing this?
He couldn’t form coherent thoughts anymore - not when Reki was clinging to him like it was the only thing keeping him safe, breathing his name like it was the only word that mattered.
Langa suddenly realized - oh.
This was why poets wrote about love.
This was why so many songs were written about love.
Because in moments like this - moments where Reki was gasping his name, gripping him tight, and burying his face in Langa’s neck - it was so much more than just sex.
It was…everything.
And he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to look at Reki the same way again.
Not that he minded.
Reki blinked up at Langa through hazy, half-lidded eyes - noticing the way his expression had shifted into something almost reverent. It made his chest tighten with an emotion too big to name, swelling until he could barely breathe around it.
"Langa," he whispered, voice cracking slightly - like even just saying his name right now was too much.
He wanted to kiss him. He wanted to cry. He wanted to laugh. He wanted—
"Don't stop."
—everything.
Langa’s breath hitched - and for a moment, he thought his heart might actually stop.
Because this - the way Reki looked at him, the way his voice broke when he said his name - was more intoxicating than any physical pleasure could ever be.
He leaned down, pressing their foreheads together as he rocked into him again - slower this time, deeper.
Langa almost didn’t want to come just so this moment could last forever.
His heart was about to beat straight out of his chest. His breaths came out shaky and uneven and a little desperate - it was a struggle not to let all those cheesy, overly-romantic words bubble to the surface.
Langa had never been very good at expressing what he truly felt. It was something he constantly struggled with. But at this moment, with Reki looking at him like that, he thought that maybe words...
...weren't really necessary.
Reki knew how hard it was for Langa to show his emotions. Langa was the type to silently show his affection through actions - a small shift to sit closer to him in a booth at a restaurant, subtly shoving his food in Reki’s face to share - which was huge for Langa - all in the hopes that it would get the message across.
And maybe it wouldn't work for most people. But Reki, being the one person closest to Langa, could read every little gesture, could hear every unspoken ‘I love you’. Who had trouble himself voicing how he felt.
It was more than enough for Reki. It was perfect.
Reki let out a ragged, shaky breath. There was no way he was gonna last like this - not when every nerve in his body was already sparking with electricity. He dug his nails into Langa's shoulders, letting his head fall back onto the pillow as he gave a shaky exhale.
"Langa...please—" He hated sounding so needy. But he was already teetering on the edge, and it took every last bit of self-control he had not to finish now, on the spot.
Langa felt like he was slowly starting to lose his mind. Reki's words were a desperate prayer that nearly had the last traces of his own self-control slipping away. He'd never heard Reki like this, and the fact that he was the one who got to bear witness to the sight underneath him was… well, honestly, it was enough to make him almost lose it.
He tightened his grip around Reki's waist, his movements starting to lose that careful control to something more erratic and frantic.
Langa’s rhythm faltered - his hips stuttering as pleasure coiled tight in his gut. He was close, so close, and Reki’s nails biting into his skin weren’t helping his self-control.
“Reki—” he gasped, voice breaking, “I can’t—fuck—”
He was gonna come. He was gonna come, and he wasn’t sure he’d survive the aftermath.
Reki was trembling uncontrollably by this point - he was so close it hurt. The way Langa was moving on top of him, the way he said his name, the way his voice was shaking with the effort of holding back - Reki knew that Langa was holding back for his benefit.
And he appreciated that, he really did. But right now? Reki just wanted him to lose it.
"C’mon Langa—" he practically pleaded, panting out the words. “Give it to me.”
Langa shuddered - Reki’s words tipping him over the edge completely. With a groan that sounded almost pained, he buried his face in the crook of Reki’s neck as his hips jerked forward one final time—
—and then he was coming apart, trembling against Reki’s skin as pleasure crashed over him in waves.
And yeah. Wow. Poets really weren’t exaggerating about this part.
Reki felt the way Langa tensed up completely - and somehow, that was enough to send him careening over the edge with a strangled moan. His entire body clenched up, fingers digging so hard into Langa's shoulders that he was probably leaving marks.
He was pretty sure he saw stars for a second or two, and when he came back down to earth, his heart was stuttering in his chest and his lungs were burning for air.
...He could only imagine how stupid he currently looked right now.
Langa was still trying to catch his breath, head still buried in the crook of Reki's neck as he came down from the high, breathing heavily into Reki’s sun-kissed skin. They were both a mess - he was probably crushing the hell out of poor Reki right now, but the thought of moving was absolutely unthinkable. He felt so completely exhausted, he couldn't even bring himself to pull out yet.
"Holy... shiiit—" he managed to gasp out, lifting his head up just enough to look at Reki.
Reki could only nod weakly in agreement - still completely breathless. His body felt heavy, his limbs like jelly, and his vision hadn’t completely returned to him yet - he wasn't sure he'd be able to move even if he wanted to.
"Y-yeah," Reki choked out, voice hoarse.
And then he promptly remembered what they had just done - and how close they still were - and promptly hid his face in his hands with a groan.
"Oh my god."
Langa blinked down at Reki - still catching his breath - before bursting into exhausted laughter at the sudden dramatic reaction. He leaned down, pressing a clumsy kiss to Reki’s temple as he grinned against his skin.
"Too late to be shy now—," he teased, voice rough but fond.
He cut himself off with another breathless laugh, too tired to even finish the sentence properly.
Reki groaned again, still hiding his face - though it was mostly just an act at this point. He wasn't actually embarrassed - not anymore. The lingering adrenaline was just making him a little dramatic.
"Shut up," he grumbled, kicking Langa weakly though there was no real force behind it, just a tired, playful nudge.
...And then he finally uncovered his face, cheeks still pink but grinning anyway.
"That was... uh. Good."
The understatement of the century.
Langa let out another breathless laugh at Reki’s attempt at casualness - as if what they’d just done could ever be summed up with just a simple ‘good’.
"Yeah," he agreed anyway, nuzzling against Reki’s cheek with a dopey grin. "Really good."
And then - because he couldn’t resist - he added with a smug little smirk:
"...Told you I’d find your prostate."
Reki promptly slapped his free hand over Langa's mouth, trying to stifle a mortified moan, the sound getting stuck in his throat.
"Shut up shut up shut up shut up—" he practically whined, face turning into a tomato. He really didn't even have a good comeback - what was he supposed to say? Langa was absolutely correct, and they both knew it.
Reki shoved at Langa instead, still trying to maintain a scrap of dignity. “Get off me, jerk!"
Langa simply laughed at Reki's attempt to push him away, completely unperturbed by the half-hearted shoves.
"What, embarrassed already?" he teased, just to watch his boyfriend's face flush even redder. He couldn't resist ruffling Reki's already messy - still damp - hair, just to add to the mess that was Reki right now.
God, he looked so cute right now. Langa was so impossibly fond of the disheveled, flushed, and still very naked boy currently laying underneath him.
Reki made an indignant sound at that, trying to swat at Langa without much luck. He had a feeling he looked a little bit ridiculous in his current state - completely spent, sweaty, hair sticking up in every different way, and flushed all over, and Langa just… wasn't helping. He was still grinning so smugly, and Reki was so done with him right now.
He tried shoving Langa away again, this time more forcefully - though not as hard as he could. "Get. Off."
Langa just laughed again, thoroughly enjoying the way Reki's cheeks were getting flushed a deeper red. It was probably a bit mean, how much he was enjoying this, but Langa couldn't help it. Reki was just so damn enduring when he was embarrassed.
"Make me."
Reki narrowed his eyes, trying to give Langa his most stubborn glare despite his reddening cheeks. He probably looked a little too ruffled to be threatening, but he had enough dignity left to at least pretend he was still irritated with Langa - even if a lot of it was just for show.
"OFF!" he exclaimed, before shoving Langa with all his might, finally knocking him off. Reki sat up, wincing slightly at his sore body, and crossed his arms. Damn it, why was Langa so much heavier than he looked?
It’s all the food he eats, idiot. Langa and his black hole of a stomach.
Langa yelped as he finally lost his balance, falling to the side.
"Oh, c'mon!" Langa protested, sitting up in an instant.
He was trying to look annoyed, but in retrospect, the entire thing was hilariously silly. Here they both were, naked, hair messy, faces flushed, and roughhousing like a couple of children and not young adults who just had sex.
Langa couldn't help it. He let out a helpless snort of laughter. They looked like idiots.
Reki was about to gloat, but then he suddenly caught sight of the way Langa looked - a disheveled mess, still flushed and grinning like an idiot - and suddenly he couldn't hold in his own laughter. It was absurd. Here they were, arguing like the biggest dweebs in the world, completely bare for each other to see, both still trying to catch their breaths.
He promptly slapped a hand over his mouth, trying to hold back the helpless laughter.
"...Oh my god."
Reki shook his head as the laughter finally subsided, still fighting for air as a few remnants of giggles escaped his chest.
"We—We look so dumb—" he choked out between chuckles, glancing down at himself and Langa and the mess that was his sheets.
Langa just let out another breathless laugh, still grinning like an idiot despite his exhausted state. God, they actually looked like a couple of morons.
"We look ridiculous." he agreed, unable to stop a snort of laughter. "And we're both still sticky... and naked."
Reki groaned dramatically, finally flopping back onto the bed and throwing an arm over his eyes - though his grin was still obvious.
"Ughhh, don't remind me," he whined - though there was no real annoyance in his voice. He peeked out from under his arm just to see Langa still sitting there, grinning down at him like the lovestruck dork he was.
...He couldn't even pretend to be mad anymore. Not when Langa looked at him like that.
With a sigh - half exasperated, half fond - he reached out and tugged Langa back down beside him.
"Just—c'mere already."
Langa gladly complied, flopping down beside Reki with absolutely zero grace. He immediately moved closer to his boyfriend, snuggling up against him and slinging an arm around Reki's waist and rested his head on his boyfriend’s chest. He was probably a little too clingy, but he didn't really care right now. He felt like his clinginess was completely justified.
"...My legs feel like jelly." he mumbled, face burying into Reki's neck.
Reki let out an amused snort, wrapping his arm around Langa's shoulders and pulling him closer despite shoving him away from him earlier.
"Yeah, well, you're the one that had to go and take it upon yourself to do all the freakin’ work," he teased, giving Langa a playful nudge with his elbow. "No wonder you feel like jelly."
Langa huffed out another laugh, giving Reki a half-hearted smack on the ribs for that comment. It was true, he was the one who'd completely taken over earlier. But, in his defense, Reki hadn't given any protests.
"Hey, you could've at least tried to do some work yourself, you know." he muttered into the crook of Reki's neck. "You just laid there and let me do all the heavy lifting…"
Reki scoffed at that - he was gonna argue, until he suddenly realized with a jolt that he... didn't have any sort of defense. He had kind of just laid there and taken it, letting Langa take control completely.
He huffed in embarrassment, shoving Langa again - though weakly.
"C’mon don’t make me sound lazy, man," Reki muttered, cheeks flushed red once more. "You try being in my shoes next time and see how it feels.”
Langa laughed, thoroughly amused at his boyfriend's reaction. He was just too damn cute. He gave Reki a soft, teasing smile.
"Oh, no no no, I get it. I completely get it." he said, voice dripping with feigned understanding. "Next time, I'll lay there like a starfish and you can—"
Reki promptly slapped a hand over Langa's mouth, cheeks flushing tomato red. He did not need the mental image of the two of them switching positions in his brain at the moment.
"Do not even finish that sentence," he pleaded, knowing exactly where Langa was going with that. "I will kick you out of bed again."
Langa just laughed against Reki's hand, unable to help himself. Seeing his boyfriend's face get so red was just too endearing. He tried to say something back, but his words were completely incoherent with Reki's hand still pressed to his lips.
...He opted for the next best thing instead.
He promptly stuck his tongue out and licked Reki's palm.
Reki practically howled in disgust, instantly pulling his hand away from Langa's mouth like he'd been burned.
"OH MY GOD—" he sputtered. "—No way you just freaking LICKED ME?"
Langa simply grinned again, looking way too proud of himself. Reki immediately retaliated by wiping his spit covered hand on Langa’s bare chest.
Langa gasped dramatically. "That’s cold," He whined, trying - and failing - to suppress his grin.
Reki jutted his chin up triumphantly. "Serves you right."
He was still beet red, but at least he wasn’t sputtering anymore.
Langa rolled his eyes before settling back down against Reki’s chest.
"Y'know," he mused, pressing a kiss to a dark freckle on Reki’s chest, "for someone who just let me rail him into the mattress, you’re real quick to act all prim and proper."
Reki groaned loudly, throwing an arm over his eyes.
"We are NEVER doing this again.”
Langa, wisely, did not point out that they both knew that was a lie. If anything, this had quickly become his new obsession.
Langa grinned against Reki’s skin, knowing full well his boyfriend was bluffing.
"Uh-huh," he hummed, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Sure. That’s why you’re already shaking and thinking about next time."
He punctuated the statement by poking Reki’s still-flushed cheek, earning himself another half-hearted shove.
"Shut up. Go to sleep."
They both knew he didn’t mean it.
Langa chuckled but obediently settled against Reki, pressing one last kiss to his shoulder before closing his eyes. He was exhausted - in the best possible way and frankly, he wouldn’t mind passing out right then and there.
"...Love you," he murmured sleepily, already half-gone.
Reki’s responding sigh was fond, his fingers gently carding through Langa’s hair.
"Yeah, yeah. Love you too, you big dope."
And with that - finally - they both drifted off, tangled together in the aftermath of something perfect.