[If he stopped to think, maybe Langa would realize that he's likely being a little too eager for a first kiss. But when everything he's done has been met with an equally eager response from Reki, there's no reason to second guess himself or slow down. In the end, maybe they're both a little impulsive. And that's just fine.
This isn't the first time he's ever had his arms around Reki, of course, but holding him like this is wonderfully new. And when Reki's hands find his waist and pull him in so tenderly, Langa doesn't waste another moment before shamelessly scooting up into Reki's lap and closing the rest of the distance between him, shifting in order to bring one of the arms from Reki's waist up to splay his fingers in soft red hair.
Kissing Reki is just as exhilarating as skating with him, soft lips inviting him in with quiet sighs and clumsy laves of tongue, which he leans into in turn. As expected, Reki also tastes like ice cream, but Langa wouldn't be surprised if he always tasted this sweet, the feeling of their tongues brushing together decidedly new.
And truly, it feels so very right for them to be exploring this together for the first time, curiosity and want shoving aside their mutual lack of experience. If it's with Reki, Langa's sure he could do anything... and he's all too desperate to shower this boy in all of the love he's been holding back in name but not feeling, a soft groan slipping from his lips as he curls his fingers into Reki's shirt. It doesn't matter if he's not doing this right, because everything is Reki, Reki, Reki, and he's never been more eager to learn something alongside him.]
[ There is no doubt in Reki's mind about being too eager, not when they've apparently been mutually pining for one another this whole time. It makes him think of time lost, of opportunities wasted, of misunderstandings that could have been avoided. If they'd confessed their feelings earlier, would things with S have unfolded the same way? He has to remind himself that he came to terms with his love for Langa partially because of how things have happened, though, so for all the tears and drama, it's also led them to this point.
Reki's stomach backflips when Langa moves so easily into his lap. His weight is a welcome one, something to anchor Reki in place when all of the kissing threatens to launch him into the stratosphere. He's never felt this good, both mentally and physically, and he doesn't want to let go unless Langa makes the first move to pull back. The groan that comes from him boosts Reki's confidence that such things won't be happening, though, and encourages him to try nipping at Langa's bottom lip. ]
You say that, but I completely slept another two days away?! RIP. I should be good now, though!
[Unless Reki pulls back or gives a clear sign that he wants to stop, Langa isn't planning to move away. Running almost completely on instinct is a dangerous thing, but his mind is too caught up on Reki to factor logic in. And honestly, he's just fine with that.
They fit together just as perfectly as always, a natural ebb and flow between them that feels so right. Langa's instinct to move in as close as possible is probably precarious, given that pushing Reki down to the floor isn't past him by any means, but he's just so damn smitten that it's hard not to unload all of the feelings that have been gradually building and flooding him since the first week they met. Does Reki know how beautiful he is? Does he have any idea how quickly he became Langa's entire world?
There aren't any clear boundaries of what he can or can't do, but when Reki suddenly nips at his lip, Langa finds himself gasping reflexively. The shudder that runs down his spine isn't something he can hide, but the sensation felt so new that he couldn't care less. Both of them are a little clumsy in the end, gradually feeling out what feels right and makes the other react... but like a give and take, Langa doesn't hesitate to nip Reki's lip in return as soon as the opportunity presents himself, experimentally moving the hand in Reki's hair up further to bring his fingertips beneath his headband.]
[ Langa's reaction to that tentative bite is everything and Reki soaks up the feeling of him shaking and the sound of him sucking in air. He barely has time to calm down from that before Langa is biting him right back, further proving himself to be such a quick learner when he can experience something with his body. It's overwhelming in the most pleasant way Reki has ever felt, flooding his body with warmth as he thinks about how it might feel for Langa's teeth to press into other parts of his skin.
The hand in his hair feels like it pushes him over the edge—of what, he isn't sure yet. But those long fingers inching beneath his headband, into thick hair and a sensitive scalp, makes Reki moan into the kiss far more loudly than he probably should. It makes him tense up as his face goes nearly as red as his hair, and he pulls away just far enough to bite his own lips and swallow back more embarrassing sounds. It's only his hair, it shouldn't feel so good to have Langa touching it, and it shouldn't feel like moving a hand beneath something as simple and innocent as a headband might foreshadow more touches under other garments. ]
[Reki has it right — being pushed over the edge is exactly what this feels like, and as a bit of distance is put between them, Langa pulls back enough to stare down at Reki with wide eyes. Hearing a noise like that is nearly enough to end him on the spot, and exhaling unsteadily, he's immediately positive that the sound of it will never, ever leave his mind. Reki made that noise because of him, and much like a switch has flipped, he wants to hear more.
Something swoops low in his stomach as he stares, trying to make out the colour on Reki's face in the dim light. But as the headband moves out of place with the movement of his fingers, Langa moves to shift it up and pull it off completely, allowing it to gently fall to the floor beside them.]
Reki... [They haven't even been kissing for that long, but Langa's voice is breathy enough to surprise even himself. He knows exactly what he's doing as he cards his hand through Reki's hair and leans in again as he speaks, but how is he supposed to help himself when Reki's looking at him like that?] Do that again.
[ The weight of Langa's gaze is nearly tangible, both exhilirating and terrifying in those moments when Reki can't read the emotion in his eyes. The shakey breath is somewhat encouraging, as is the fact that Langa hasn't pulled away from him yet, but still—this is brand new territory for Reki, and he doesn't even have the benefit of a ton of romance movies and television to give him an idea of how things work between two guys.
Something about the way he pushes off the headband feels like a good sign. If Langa was worried about drawing more weird sounds from Reki, surely he wouldn't continue what he's doing. Then he calls his name, soft and yet somehow also tense like it's holding something back with the simple syllables. He recognizes the tone as something he feels deep in his gut as well as his heart: want. They both want each other so badly, enough that the mere thought of withdrawing his hands feels like a monumental trial. Langa seems to feel the same way as he runs his fingers through Reki's hair, unimpeded by the headband now, and his fingernails just barely scratch over his head. It's amazing, enough to make him shiver bodily and moan again without trying to bite back the sound. ]
N-no fair, I already feel weak without you doing that.
[Maybe this situation is becoming more precarious by the moment, but Langa doesn't mind. He's wholly content to stay here in Reki's lap forever, kissing him softly and holding him in all the ways he's always dreamed of doing.
If he becomes addicted to these sweet noises, Reki is completely to blame, shuddering under his touch and looking up at him with those big golden eyes that seem to sparkle even when they aren't illuminated by the blazing Okinawa sun. But in many ways, maybe he's been addicted to Reki from the beginning.]
Then we're even.
[Testing the waters, Langa curls his fingers in that soft, unruly hair, tugging at it just slightly before moving on to skirt areas he has yet to explore. He's never really gotten to touch Reki's hair, not like this, but without the headband Reki always wears, this gesture feels... even more intimate, somehow.
Langa's cheeks may be a little flushed as he speaks, but he couldn't possibly sound more sincere.]
[ Even? The fact that Langa could ever think such things is impossible to Reki as he melts further under each touch until it feels like he might turn into a puddle of goo right there on the floor beneath Langa. How could Reki ever hope to make Langa feel like this with such a simple touch, something so seemingly innocent that feels sinfully good? He feels positively naked without his headband, too, vulnerable in the most preposterous way; it's not as if Langa's never seen him without it on, after all. ]
I'm barely touching you.
[ It's true, somewhat. His hands have turned to fists on either side of Langa's waist, clutching the fabric of his shirt. He feels like it's keeping him in place as much as Langa, maintaining a status quo of both remaining verticle and close. Yet now he's thinking of rucking that same anchoring shirt up around his wrists to put his palms on bits of warm skin rarely seen and never touched. ]
[Is it really fair to call this "barely touching" when Langa's all the way up in Reki's lap, straddling him with long legs and pressing in close like leaving any space between them would be an unforgivable crime? Well... Reki's hands may not be all over him or anything, but he's grasping at his shirt the same way Langa's other hand is curled into the fabric of Reki's, and that's just fine.
Because honestly, he... doesn't really know how to do this, or what counts as "appropriate" or "too fast." There's relief in knowing that Reki would speak up if he didn't like something, but it's not like Langa has ever paid attention to romance movies or any of the other things the guys in his class would talk about.
Maybe he should care. But it probably says a lot about Langa that he really doesn't — not past Reki's comfort and what he wants. And given that question, Reki seems like he wants this as much as Langa does, which is far more exciting than anything else.]
[ Okay, well, maybe not barely touching, but barely doing any active exploration of Langa's body. There's no way that Reki could forget about how their bodies press together and share a warmth that threatens to catch fire into something far more heated. He should feel more cautious about it, but being with Langa makes him reckless in ways he's never been before. Maybe it's the unwavering faith that he's always had in Reki that makes him feel like he could be invincible as long as they're together. ]
Yeah? [ He chuckles a little and leans in to kiss Langa again because wow, he's never going to get tired of how good it feels and how amazing it is that he can do it in the first place. ] You'll tell me if you want me to stop, right?
[ Langa's comfort, physically and emotionally, is Reki's top priority right now. Even as he relaxes his grip on his shirt to tug it up higher, he's focused on how Langa reacts and the expression on his face. Slipping both hands under the hem of his shirt, Reki bites back a noise as the warmth of all the smooth skin beneath his palms. He wants to see it, but more importantly, he wants to make sure Langa doesn't have a reason to pull away.
Rather than watching like a creep, Reki leans back in to kiss Langa again. His hands wander over his torso, though, thumbs tracing over his ribs and fingertips pressing into the muscles of his back. Sometimes it's easy to forget how athletic Langa is from how thin he is and the way he dresses, but Reki can't help thinking about tracing the lines of muscle and learn every dip of his body. ]
[Oh, that little chuckle is incredibly sweet. Langa finds it so very easy to lean in toward that lovely smile and meet Reki halfway with every kiss, the timing of it already seeming like second nature. Just like skating and everything else shared between them, maybe it's natural to fall perfectly into sync with Reki.]
Yeah, as long as you tell me too. [Don't mind him stealing one more kiss, smiling into it even as they part.] But I won't want you to.
[Stop, that is. Being embarrassed simply doesn't occur to Langa, since he couldn't mean it any more sincerely. Of course he's yearning for Reki's touch against his skin, especially after being asked by him so directly.
It's not like Reki's hands are new to him. They DAP multiple times a day, and Reki's always easily throwing an arm around Langa's shoulders, clapping him on the back, or touching him in otherwise innocent ways. But this... can't be called entirely innocent, chaste and sweet as the touches that finally meet his skin may be. It's gentle, yes, but there's still a deep yearning bubbling up from within.
The warmth of Reki's palms makes Langa shudder, back arching a little as they make their way further up his torso, and he lets out a little sigh before their lips meet once more. Even these little touches are enough to make him feel like he's unraveling here in Reki's arms... And as much as he's ready to impulsively yank off his shirt right this second, he's perfectly content to let Reki explore as he pleases, reveling in the feeling of warm fingertips pressing into his skin.]
Langa! You can't just say things like that. [ Reki is blushing all over again, flustered by the simple sincerity of the sentiment. His hands tighten against Langa's sides, no longer exploring but holding on for dear life when it feels like he may keel over with the strength of his affection for his best friend—boyfriend? He shouldn't think about such things when they'll only add to the butterflies doing cartwheels in his stomach. ] I might go too far if you don't have, like, boundaries?
[ They've never set many of those together, though, even as friends. There was the drama of Reki trying and Langa not quite listening, but that's in the past now and Reki is determined to keep clear and respectful communication open between them. It felt like he lost Langa back then, even for a brief time, but he never wants that void in his life again. So he withdraws both hands and moves them up to cup Langa's jaw, holding him as delicately as he would if he had the world in his hands. ]
I really don't want to be too fast? With this. With you. You deserved to be, y'know, romanced and all that if you want it.
[It's true! It hasn't even been ten minutes since they were sitting side by side, both carefully talking about their unrequited yet mutual crushes and silently pining. How is Langa supposed to help the fact that he really would let Reki do anything he wanted?!
...Well, nearly. They are in Reki's house, for one, with the rest of his family probably asleep in different rooms. And as impulsive as Langa has the tendency to be, he honestly isn't ready for them to clumsily try tackling every base at once right after confessing. But he'll totally take his shirt off. There's nothing unfamiliar about that.]
Reki... [Everything slows to a stop as Reki takes his face in his hands, and Langa's breath hitches softly in his throat. More careful than he is about a lot of things, he gently pulls his own arms back to bring his hands to Reki's cheeks in turn, gingerly stroking one with his thumb. He's kind of skipping around the conversation, but he should... he should ask, shouldn't he?] Will you go out with me?
That's why we need to think about them now, right?
[ Look, he's just trying to do the correct thing here! Talking about boundaries seems like a productive path to take even when he just wants to put his hands all over Langa and try to get more of those soft, content sighs from him. More importantly, however, he wants them to be given freely and happily and for both of them to know that it's okay to stop even if the other is very enthusiastic about, well, everything.
Reki tries to formulate these words when Langa mirrors his pose and holds his face so tenderly that it could bring tears to Reki's eyes. He sucks in a breath, startled both by the sudden shift in touch and his own reaction to it, and then nearly chokes on the air when Langa asks him out. Right, they hadn't even done that part! They went straight from confessions of love to sucking face. ]
Of course! [ He has to laugh, eyes disappearing into upturned crescents as he beams at Langa. ] If you agree to be my boyfriend, I mean.
[ Not waiting for an answer since he knows he's being silly, he uses his hands to pull Langa close for another kiss that lasts this time, slow and sweet as Reki tries to convey all of his emotions in the press of lips. His back is starting to ache from keeping them both upright, so he gives in to the temptation to lean backwards and lay on the floor—and of course he drags Langa right down with him. ]
I'm going to be a little slow for a bit, since I'm doing mobile tags until my laptop is fixed... RIP
[If Reki hadn't mentioned romance, there's a good chance that Langa would have forgotten to ask him out properly until they finally let go of each other. And considering that letting go of Reki is the furthest thing from what he wants right now, it's an awfully good thing that he remembered to bring it up.
Taking the time to try and comprehend that Reki not only likes him and has "been in love with him for a long time," but wants to properly date him is enough to make Langa's head spin... but the brightness of Reki's lovely smile as he holds Langa's face so sweetly is also to blame for how much he feels like he's going to melt on the spot. How is he supposed to do anything but grin brightly in return?
And although he tries to respond to those words, he's certainly not complaining about being pulled into a kiss, soft and tender in a way that sets his heart racing even more wildly as he leans into it. With his eyes closed, Langa doesn't realize what's happening until he's already being dragged to the floor by Reki, and unable to hold back the feeling that bubbles up from within him, he finally pulls back enough to erupt in rare, lighthearted laughter.]
I asked you first! [He's still close enough that his hair is falling around his face and nearly brushing Reki's cheeks, but that's just fine.] I'll be your boyfriend if you'll be mine.
no rush, I'll backtag forever! hope it gets fixed soon
[ If nothing else were able to make Reki dizzy with adoration for Langa, that smile would surely do him in; as it is, it feels like the cherry on top of the best sundae he's ever eaten. Langa's laughter is a lot more rare than Reki's own, but that makes it all the more precious to him. He wants to be the source of that laughter, selfishly for his own benefit but also selflessly as a sign of Langa's happiness. He deserves so much of it after all the grief that he's had to carry in recent years.
Looking up at him, Reki's heart skips a beat. Langa hovering above him, close enough to feel his warmth but far enough away to see how his hair frames his face and shields them from the outside world sends Reki falling all over again. His hands smooth down from Langa's face to his neck and then around to clasp at the back so he can keep him close, keep this perfect moment safe. ]
Lucky me, I've got the most gorgeous boyfriend in the world now.
One (1) new laptop acquired! I'm so, so sorry for the long wait!
[It's amazing, really, how easily the rest of the world falls away when Reki looks up at him like that. Nothing could ever, ever matter more than the tenderness of this moment, and Langa couldn't be more positive that he's looking at Reki with the same endless adoration that's reflected back at him, effortlessly stealing his breath away.
Propping himself up on one arm, Langa leans forward to brush Reki's hair from his eyes in a way that can't be called anything but reverent. This... this means that they're dating now, doesn't it?! But before Langa can try to come up with any more words, Reki catches him off guard with those gentle touches and beats him to it, and... ah.
Sure, Reki's made plenty of comments about him being handsome or the hottest guy in school or at S or whatever, just like everyone else. But it's being told straight to his face that Reki thinks he's gorgeous that makes something in Langa's chest swoop, cheeks flushing in a way they usually don't.]
No fair. That's my line. You're... [He'd need twenty more minutes to come up with something that's even halfway close to smooth, but dammit, he's going to try.] You're perfect, Reki. So I have the most amazing boyfriend in the world.
yay! but honestly no worries, I'm not always the fastest tagger
[ Despite Reki's overflowing happiness—or maybe because of it—that tender gesture of Langa pushing his hair back nearly brings him to tears. He's never felt so precious to someone who wasn't family, and even then, it's been a while since he felt like a priority. He doesn't think about it much, not when he has sisters to be cared for and spoiled, but even just the notion of being so important to Langa makes Reki's chest tight with emotion. He's never really put words to it, but being with Langa in any capacity makes Reki feel so seen, makes him feel like someone knows absolutely everything about Reki and still cherishes him.
Chuckling a little, he leans up to kiss Langa simply because he can now. It's going to be a lot to get used to, both giving in to the urges to kiss him suddenly and also remembering not to do that where other people can see it. ] You're gonna be even more determined to make me blush now, huh? [ It's working, but does it count if the redness never left Reki's cheeks from when this all started? ] I'm not perfect at all, but I'll try to be for you.
Same, if how long this took didn't say enough.... I should be faster now, but take your time!
[In Langa's eyes, maybe Reki's always been precious. Or, well... if nothing else, it happened so quickly that he couldn't begin to name the exact moment outside of the first time they met and Reki ollied over his head. His first beef where he taped his feet to the board? The first time Reki taught him to skate? They simply became inseparable, and that's enough for Langa. All he knows is that Reki deserves to know exactly how amazing he is, and even though Langa's never hesitated to say it earnestly, this just makes him want to cherish Reki all the more.]
Probably. [But he's also undoubtedly going to be clumsy about it, which is also nothing new. "I want to kiss your face like all the time, forever"? "This is making my heart race even more than skating with you"? "Did you know that you're everything to me?" Dammit, this is the one time in his life he kind of wishes he ever paid attention to cheesy romantic movies and sappy love songs, because words are hard.
But when it's with Reki, who just leaned to kiss him so sweetly that Langa's mind is on the verge of going blank, maybe it doesn't matter.]
You're perfect to me, so it's fine. [Pull it together!] Just as you are. Just being Reki. [Oh, this is actually... kind of embarrassing. When was the last time he felt his cheeks burn like this?] That's the Reki I like.
[ It's so hard to fight the urge to shove Langa's face away when he's staring down at Reki with such earnest adoration, eyes soft and lips curved and saying romantic things like he'd done this before. Back then they'd made up from the fight, when Langa had suddenly found his voice in order to praise Reki within an inch of his life, it had been hard to remind himself that none of it was romantic. Now, though... now it's very clearly the kind of thing boyfriends say to one another. ]
That's pretty sappy, dude— baby? [ Reki is grinning as he combs through the hair at the back of Langa's head, soft strands slipping through his fingers. His stomach flips for no particular reason other than this entire night feels like enough to send him to the hospital. ] I like Langa being Langa, too. All I want is you.
[Listen, it's more than a little sappy. But when Reki's looking up from beneath him with such a softhearted grin, hair splayed out untamed beneath him and a pretty blush high on his cheeks, how is Langa supposed to help himself? It feels like all of the things he could never say are fighting to escape at once, but all of the thoughts racing through his mind screech to a halt as Reki speaks up once more, and Langa feels his breath hitch as his eyes go wide.
Baby. Baby. Langa finds himself exhaling more shakily than he'd realized, the touch of gentle fingers carding through his hair nearly making him shudder. Hearing all of these sweet, wholly unexpected things from Reki is just too much, and upon the last few words reaching his ears, he impulsively leans down until he's practically lying on top of Reki to bury his face in his shoulder.]
Rekiiiiiiii...
[Langa says it like it's the only word he remembers, an embarrassed warble barely lilting his tone as he breathes Reki in. Hearing this boy he loves more than he could dare to put into words saying he wants him is so much to take in, and a turn of his head has him nosing against Reki's neck, lips languidly brushing across the skin there just because they can.]
[ At first, Reki's heart skips a few beats when Langa stares down at him with those round eyes. The term of endearment had felt right to say, especially to replace his usual nicknames that were much more platonic, but maybe Langa didn't like it. After all, it was English and maybe it had a connotation that Reki wasn't fully aware of. At least he doesn't pull away, and eventually, Reki realizes that his reaction is the opposite of what he'd feared; Langa likes it. He likes it so much that he drops down lower, filling any of the distance left between their bodies and warming Reki to the core. It's overwhelmingly pleasant, but maybe he would have survived if it wasn't for the way Langa says his name.
Sucking in a breath, Reki smooths his hands down from Langa's neck to his shoulders and eventually his waist. He's so slim and yet muscular, some kind of god sent to tempt Reki with friendship and reckless skating and a cute ass. Each kiss pressed to Reki's neck turns up his blush by a degree or two until he feels like he could combust, yet there are pleasant shivers running down his spine. ]
Langa, baby, you're gonna make me—
[ Well, Reki's been half-hard since they started kissing, so it's not entirely fair to blame a boner on Langa suddenly pressing up against him like this. It's becoming more obvious, though, both because of their proximity and Reki definitely getting harder by the second. He can't help but feel embarrassed about it, turning his face to hide it against Langa's hair where he speaks into his ear with a low rumbling tone. ]
J-just ignore it, I won't do anything you don't want.
[Even through the fabric of his shirt, the touch of Reki's hands is so blissfully warm that Langa wants to arch into them forever. Casual contact is so commonplace between them, whether it's the idle bump of shoulders or knees or scooting in close to watch another skating video on Reki's phone. But being touched like this, like he's something to be revered, is so heart-wrenchingly new that Langa kind of feels like he's going to burn from the inside out. And that's just fine.
Because when they're pressed flush together like this, Reki shuddering and calling him baby in his entirely too adorable accented English, nothing else matters. Those little shivers only entice Langa to explore that much further, trailing slow, sweet kisses up Reki's neck and across his jaw as he waits for the second half of that sentence that never comes. And while he's content to finally lie flush against each other like this, it slowly dawns on him that Reki's bed might be a little more comfortable than the tatami floor.
Not that he can say that. It's a suggestion that brings with it unspoken expectations, and he doesn't want to put any of those on Reki. They'd just talked about boundaries, but neither of them had actually given any. Hell, Langa doesn't even know what his own are to begin with... he really would do just about anything Reki asked of him, but there's supposed to be some kind of timing, right? Not that he's doing very well with it, given that he's pinning his boyfriend of ten whole minutes to the floor. He's so focused on kissing Reki and drawing more of those little shudders out of him that he doesn't realize that shifting his body a bit will lead to their hips meeting more fully and...]
Ah—
[Because yes, they're both stupid, horny teenage boys making out for the first time! Of course he's in the same predicament! How could he not be?! The real surprise is that Reki is too, and Langa's voice hitches softly in his throat at the realization.]
Sorry. Uh... [He's planning to pull away a bit, but Reki hides in his hair first, speaking in a low voice that immediately flips the tables and makes Langa feel completely boneless. Dammit, this is bad.] It's okay. I'm... me too.
[ Reki definitely feels like a stupid, horny teenage boy with the added distraction of Langa's explorative kisses. His head lolls to one side like it's weighed down with all of the filthy thoughts filling it up, and the fact that it happens to expose more of his neck to those wandering lips is definitely coincidental. There's nothing more comfortable than this, lying together right where they are—actually, they could be like this almost anywhere and Reki doesn't think he'd complain. Kissing and touching and whispering sweet nothings to the love of his life, his soulmate, is the greatest thrill yet also the deepest comfort.
Still, a bed would probably make it all even better. ]
Don't say sorry. Please don't, it makes it feel like you'll take it all back. [ He's still close against Langa's ear, nosing at his hair and feeling vulnerable even though he's covered by his boyfriend's (boyfriend!!!) strong body. He definitely shouldn't think about that too much right now, though, given... everything. ] I— We can stop, if you want, but I kinda really don't want to.
I won't! [It's a little more rushed than Langa expects even of himself, and he has to take a moment to blink away the surprise.] I won't take anything back.
[Apologizing for getting turned on was the only thing he could think of in his embarrassment, even if they're both in the same position. But hearing that genuine "please" so close to his ear sends him reeling, and Langa exhales shakily before raising a hand to stroke Reki's cheek, gently touching the skin there before brushing long fingers back into his hair.
He was planning on keeping any thoughts of going further to himself, he really was, but when Reki's hot breath puffs such intimate things close to his ear, all of Langa's already weak restraint unravels that much further. How is he supposed to help his mind from spinning out of control when Reki says that he doesn't want to stop?]
Reki, if you'd be more comfortable, we can... Do you want to move to your bed? [God, his cheeks are burning.] I don't, um, mean anything like that by it.
[Langa falls silent for just a moment, a brief reprise before his words impulsively spill out as he turns his face toward Reki's.]
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I'm so, so sorry for the wait! I've been dying to reply, but I passed out for 17 hours after work...
This isn't the first time he's ever had his arms around Reki, of course, but holding him like this is wonderfully new. And when Reki's hands find his waist and pull him in so tenderly, Langa doesn't waste another moment before shamelessly scooting up into Reki's lap and closing the rest of the distance between him, shifting in order to bring one of the arms from Reki's waist up to splay his fingers in soft red hair.
Kissing Reki is just as exhilarating as skating with him, soft lips inviting him in with quiet sighs and clumsy laves of tongue, which he leans into in turn. As expected, Reki also tastes like ice cream, but Langa wouldn't be surprised if he always tasted this sweet, the feeling of their tongues brushing together decidedly new.
And truly, it feels so very right for them to be exploring this together for the first time, curiosity and want shoving aside their mutual lack of experience. If it's with Reki, Langa's sure he could do anything... and he's all too desperate to shower this boy in all of the love he's been holding back in name but not feeling, a soft groan slipping from his lips as he curls his fingers into Reki's shirt. It doesn't matter if he's not doing this right, because everything is Reki, Reki, Reki, and he's never been more eager to learn something alongside him.]
omg no need to apologize!! rest is important
Reki's stomach backflips when Langa moves so easily into his lap. His weight is a welcome one, something to anchor Reki in place when all of the kissing threatens to launch him into the stratosphere. He's never felt this good, both mentally and physically, and he doesn't want to let go unless Langa makes the first move to pull back. The groan that comes from him boosts Reki's confidence that such things won't be happening, though, and encourages him to try nipping at Langa's bottom lip. ]
You say that, but I completely slept another two days away?! RIP. I should be good now, though!
They fit together just as perfectly as always, a natural ebb and flow between them that feels so right. Langa's instinct to move in as close as possible is probably precarious, given that pushing Reki down to the floor isn't past him by any means, but he's just so damn smitten that it's hard not to unload all of the feelings that have been gradually building and flooding him since the first week they met. Does Reki know how beautiful he is? Does he have any idea how quickly he became Langa's entire world?
There aren't any clear boundaries of what he can or can't do, but when Reki suddenly nips at his lip, Langa finds himself gasping reflexively. The shudder that runs down his spine isn't something he can hide, but the sensation felt so new that he couldn't care less. Both of them are a little clumsy in the end, gradually feeling out what feels right and makes the other react... but like a give and take, Langa doesn't hesitate to nip Reki's lip in return as soon as the opportunity presents himself, experimentally moving the hand in Reki's hair up further to bring his fingertips beneath his headband.]
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The hand in his hair feels like it pushes him over the edge—of what, he isn't sure yet. But those long fingers inching beneath his headband, into thick hair and a sensitive scalp, makes Reki moan into the kiss far more loudly than he probably should. It makes him tense up as his face goes nearly as red as his hair, and he pulls away just far enough to bite his own lips and swallow back more embarrassing sounds. It's only his hair, it shouldn't feel so good to have Langa touching it, and it shouldn't feel like moving a hand beneath something as simple and innocent as a headband might foreshadow more touches under other garments. ]
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Something swoops low in his stomach as he stares, trying to make out the colour on Reki's face in the dim light. But as the headband moves out of place with the movement of his fingers, Langa moves to shift it up and pull it off completely, allowing it to gently fall to the floor beside them.]
Reki... [They haven't even been kissing for that long, but Langa's voice is breathy enough to surprise even himself. He knows exactly what he's doing as he cards his hand through Reki's hair and leans in again as he speaks, but how is he supposed to help himself when Reki's looking at him like that?] Do that again.
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Something about the way he pushes off the headband feels like a good sign. If Langa was worried about drawing more weird sounds from Reki, surely he wouldn't continue what he's doing. Then he calls his name, soft and yet somehow also tense like it's holding something back with the simple syllables. He recognizes the tone as something he feels deep in his gut as well as his heart: want. They both want each other so badly, enough that the mere thought of withdrawing his hands feels like a monumental trial. Langa seems to feel the same way as he runs his fingers through Reki's hair, unimpeded by the headband now, and his fingernails just barely scratch over his head. It's amazing, enough to make him shiver bodily and moan again without trying to bite back the sound. ]
N-no fair, I already feel weak without you doing that.
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If he becomes addicted to these sweet noises, Reki is completely to blame, shuddering under his touch and looking up at him with those big golden eyes that seem to sparkle even when they aren't illuminated by the blazing Okinawa sun. But in many ways, maybe he's been addicted to Reki from the beginning.]
Then we're even.
[Testing the waters, Langa curls his fingers in that soft, unruly hair, tugging at it just slightly before moving on to skirt areas he has yet to explore. He's never really gotten to touch Reki's hair, not like this, but without the headband Reki always wears, this gesture feels... even more intimate, somehow.
Langa's cheeks may be a little flushed as he speaks, but he couldn't possibly sound more sincere.]
You have no idea how weak I am to you.
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I'm barely touching you.
[ It's true, somewhat. His hands have turned to fists on either side of Langa's waist, clutching the fabric of his shirt. He feels like it's keeping him in place as much as Langa, maintaining a status quo of both remaining verticle and close. Yet now he's thinking of rucking that same anchoring shirt up around his wrists to put his palms on bits of warm skin rarely seen and never touched. ]
Can I do more?
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Because honestly, he... doesn't really know how to do this, or what counts as "appropriate" or "too fast." There's relief in knowing that Reki would speak up if he didn't like something, but it's not like Langa has ever paid attention to romance movies or any of the other things the guys in his class would talk about.
Maybe he should care. But it probably says a lot about Langa that he really doesn't — not past Reki's comfort and what he wants. And given that question, Reki seems like he wants this as much as Langa does, which is far more exciting than anything else.]
Yeah.
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Yeah? [ He chuckles a little and leans in to kiss Langa again because wow, he's never going to get tired of how good it feels and how amazing it is that he can do it in the first place. ] You'll tell me if you want me to stop, right?
[ Langa's comfort, physically and emotionally, is Reki's top priority right now. Even as he relaxes his grip on his shirt to tug it up higher, he's focused on how Langa reacts and the expression on his face. Slipping both hands under the hem of his shirt, Reki bites back a noise as the warmth of all the smooth skin beneath his palms. He wants to see it, but more importantly, he wants to make sure Langa doesn't have a reason to pull away.
Rather than watching like a creep, Reki leans back in to kiss Langa again. His hands wander over his torso, though, thumbs tracing over his ribs and fingertips pressing into the muscles of his back. Sometimes it's easy to forget how athletic Langa is from how thin he is and the way he dresses, but Reki can't help thinking about tracing the lines of muscle and learn every dip of his body. ]
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Yeah, as long as you tell me too. [Don't mind him stealing one more kiss, smiling into it even as they part.] But I won't want you to.
[Stop, that is. Being embarrassed simply doesn't occur to Langa, since he couldn't mean it any more sincerely. Of course he's yearning for Reki's touch against his skin, especially after being asked by him so directly.
It's not like Reki's hands are new to him. They DAP multiple times a day, and Reki's always easily throwing an arm around Langa's shoulders, clapping him on the back, or touching him in otherwise innocent ways. But this... can't be called entirely innocent, chaste and sweet as the touches that finally meet his skin may be. It's gentle, yes, but there's still a deep yearning bubbling up from within.
The warmth of Reki's palms makes Langa shudder, back arching a little as they make their way further up his torso, and he lets out a little sigh before their lips meet once more. Even these little touches are enough to make him feel like he's unraveling here in Reki's arms... And as much as he's ready to impulsively yank off his shirt right this second, he's perfectly content to let Reki explore as he pleases, reveling in the feeling of warm fingertips pressing into his skin.]
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[ They've never set many of those together, though, even as friends. There was the drama of Reki trying and Langa not quite listening, but that's in the past now and Reki is determined to keep clear and respectful communication open between them. It felt like he lost Langa back then, even for a brief time, but he never wants that void in his life again. So he withdraws both hands and moves them up to cup Langa's jaw, holding him as delicately as he would if he had the world in his hands. ]
I really don't want to be too fast? With this. With you. You deserved to be, y'know, romanced and all that if you want it.
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[It's true! It hasn't even been ten minutes since they were sitting side by side, both carefully talking about their unrequited yet mutual crushes and silently pining. How is Langa supposed to help the fact that he really would let Reki do anything he wanted?!
...Well, nearly. They are in Reki's house, for one, with the rest of his family probably asleep in different rooms. And as impulsive as Langa has the tendency to be, he honestly isn't ready for them to clumsily try tackling every base at once right after confessing. But he'll totally take his shirt off. There's nothing unfamiliar about that.]
Reki... [Everything slows to a stop as Reki takes his face in his hands, and Langa's breath hitches softly in his throat. More careful than he is about a lot of things, he gently pulls his own arms back to bring his hands to Reki's cheeks in turn, gingerly stroking one with his thumb. He's kind of skipping around the conversation, but he should... he should ask, shouldn't he?] Will you go out with me?
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[ Look, he's just trying to do the correct thing here! Talking about boundaries seems like a productive path to take even when he just wants to put his hands all over Langa and try to get more of those soft, content sighs from him. More importantly, however, he wants them to be given freely and happily and for both of them to know that it's okay to stop even if the other is very enthusiastic about, well, everything.
Reki tries to formulate these words when Langa mirrors his pose and holds his face so tenderly that it could bring tears to Reki's eyes. He sucks in a breath, startled both by the sudden shift in touch and his own reaction to it, and then nearly chokes on the air when Langa asks him out. Right, they hadn't even done that part! They went straight from confessions of love to sucking face. ]
Of course! [ He has to laugh, eyes disappearing into upturned crescents as he beams at Langa. ] If you agree to be my boyfriend, I mean.
[ Not waiting for an answer since he knows he's being silly, he uses his hands to pull Langa close for another kiss that lasts this time, slow and sweet as Reki tries to convey all of his emotions in the press of lips. His back is starting to ache from keeping them both upright, so he gives in to the temptation to lean backwards and lay on the floor—and of course he drags Langa right down with him. ]
I'm going to be a little slow for a bit, since I'm doing mobile tags until my laptop is fixed... RIP
Taking the time to try and comprehend that Reki not only likes him and has "been in love with him for a long time," but wants to properly date him is enough to make Langa's head spin... but the brightness of Reki's lovely smile as he holds Langa's face so sweetly is also to blame for how much he feels like he's going to melt on the spot. How is he supposed to do anything but grin brightly in return?
And although he tries to respond to those words, he's certainly not complaining about being pulled into a kiss, soft and tender in a way that sets his heart racing even more wildly as he leans into it. With his eyes closed, Langa doesn't realize what's happening until he's already being dragged to the floor by Reki, and unable to hold back the feeling that bubbles up from within him, he finally pulls back enough to erupt in rare, lighthearted laughter.]
I asked you first! [He's still close enough that his hair is falling around his face and nearly brushing Reki's cheeks, but that's just fine.] I'll be your boyfriend if you'll be mine.
no rush, I'll backtag forever! hope it gets fixed soon
Looking up at him, Reki's heart skips a beat. Langa hovering above him, close enough to feel his warmth but far enough away to see how his hair frames his face and shields them from the outside world sends Reki falling all over again. His hands smooth down from Langa's face to his neck and then around to clasp at the back so he can keep him close, keep this perfect moment safe. ]
Lucky me, I've got the most gorgeous boyfriend in the world now.
One (1) new laptop acquired! I'm so, so sorry for the long wait!
Propping himself up on one arm, Langa leans forward to brush Reki's hair from his eyes in a way that can't be called anything but reverent. This... this means that they're dating now, doesn't it?! But before Langa can try to come up with any more words, Reki catches him off guard with those gentle touches and beats him to it, and... ah.
Sure, Reki's made plenty of comments about him being handsome or the hottest guy in school or at S or whatever, just like everyone else. But it's being told straight to his face that Reki thinks he's gorgeous that makes something in Langa's chest swoop, cheeks flushing in a way they usually don't.]
No fair. That's my line. You're... [He'd need twenty more minutes to come up with something that's even halfway close to smooth, but dammit, he's going to try.] You're perfect, Reki. So I have the most amazing boyfriend in the world.
yay! but honestly no worries, I'm not always the fastest tagger
Chuckling a little, he leans up to kiss Langa simply because he can now. It's going to be a lot to get used to, both giving in to the urges to kiss him suddenly and also remembering not to do that where other people can see it. ] You're gonna be even more determined to make me blush now, huh? [ It's working, but does it count if the redness never left Reki's cheeks from when this all started? ] I'm not perfect at all, but I'll try to be for you.
Same, if how long this took didn't say enough.... I should be faster now, but take your time!
Probably. [But he's also undoubtedly going to be clumsy about it, which is also nothing new. "I want to kiss your face like all the time, forever"? "This is making my heart race even more than skating with you"? "Did you know that you're everything to me?" Dammit, this is the one time in his life he kind of wishes he ever paid attention to cheesy romantic movies and sappy love songs, because words are hard.
But when it's with Reki, who just leaned to kiss him so sweetly that Langa's mind is on the verge of going blank, maybe it doesn't matter.]
You're perfect to me, so it's fine. [Pull it together!] Just as you are. Just being Reki. [Oh, this is actually... kind of embarrassing. When was the last time he felt his cheeks burn like this?] That's the Reki I like.
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That's pretty sappy, dude— baby? [ Reki is grinning as he combs through the hair at the back of Langa's head, soft strands slipping through his fingers. His stomach flips for no particular reason other than this entire night feels like enough to send him to the hospital. ] I like Langa being Langa, too. All I want is you.
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Baby. Baby. Langa finds himself exhaling more shakily than he'd realized, the touch of gentle fingers carding through his hair nearly making him shudder. Hearing all of these sweet, wholly unexpected things from Reki is just too much, and upon the last few words reaching his ears, he impulsively leans down until he's practically lying on top of Reki to bury his face in his shoulder.]
Rekiiiiiiii...
[Langa says it like it's the only word he remembers, an embarrassed warble barely lilting his tone as he breathes Reki in. Hearing this boy he loves more than he could dare to put into words saying he wants him is so much to take in, and a turn of his head has him nosing against Reki's neck, lips languidly brushing across the skin there just because they can.]
Reki, Reki, Reki.
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Sucking in a breath, Reki smooths his hands down from Langa's neck to his shoulders and eventually his waist. He's so slim and yet muscular, some kind of god sent to tempt Reki with friendship and reckless skating and a cute ass. Each kiss pressed to Reki's neck turns up his blush by a degree or two until he feels like he could combust, yet there are pleasant shivers running down his spine. ]
Langa, baby, you're gonna make me—
[ Well, Reki's been half-hard since they started kissing, so it's not entirely fair to blame a boner on Langa suddenly pressing up against him like this. It's becoming more obvious, though, both because of their proximity and Reki definitely getting harder by the second. He can't help but feel embarrassed about it, turning his face to hide it against Langa's hair where he speaks into his ear with a low rumbling tone. ]
J-just ignore it, I won't do anything you don't want.
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Because when they're pressed flush together like this, Reki shuddering and calling him baby in his entirely too adorable accented English, nothing else matters. Those little shivers only entice Langa to explore that much further, trailing slow, sweet kisses up Reki's neck and across his jaw as he waits for the second half of that sentence that never comes. And while he's content to finally lie flush against each other like this, it slowly dawns on him that Reki's bed might be a little more comfortable than the tatami floor.
Not that he can say that. It's a suggestion that brings with it unspoken expectations, and he doesn't want to put any of those on Reki. They'd just talked about boundaries, but neither of them had actually given any. Hell, Langa doesn't even know what his own are to begin with... he really would do just about anything Reki asked of him, but there's supposed to be some kind of timing, right? Not that he's doing very well with it, given that he's pinning his boyfriend of ten whole minutes to the floor. He's so focused on kissing Reki and drawing more of those little shudders out of him that he doesn't realize that shifting his body a bit will lead to their hips meeting more fully and...]
Ah—
[Because yes, they're both stupid, horny teenage boys making out for the first time! Of course he's in the same predicament! How could he not be?! The real surprise is that Reki is too, and Langa's voice hitches softly in his throat at the realization.]
Sorry. Uh... [He's planning to pull away a bit, but Reki hides in his hair first, speaking in a low voice that immediately flips the tables and makes Langa feel completely boneless. Dammit, this is bad.] It's okay. I'm... me too.
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Still, a bed would probably make it all even better. ]
Don't say sorry. Please don't, it makes it feel like you'll take it all back. [ He's still close against Langa's ear, nosing at his hair and feeling vulnerable even though he's covered by his boyfriend's (boyfriend!!!) strong body. He definitely shouldn't think about that too much right now, though, given... everything. ] I— We can stop, if you want, but I kinda really don't want to.
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[Apologizing for getting turned on was the only thing he could think of in his embarrassment, even if they're both in the same position. But hearing that genuine "please" so close to his ear sends him reeling, and Langa exhales shakily before raising a hand to stroke Reki's cheek, gently touching the skin there before brushing long fingers back into his hair.
He was planning on keeping any thoughts of going further to himself, he really was, but when Reki's hot breath puffs such intimate things close to his ear, all of Langa's already weak restraint unravels that much further. How is he supposed to help his mind from spinning out of control when Reki says that he doesn't want to stop?]
Reki, if you'd be more comfortable, we can... Do you want to move to your bed? [God, his cheeks are burning.] I don't, um, mean anything like that by it.
[Langa falls silent for just a moment, a brief reprise before his words impulsively spill out as he turns his face toward Reki's.]
Unless... you want me to.
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