[ 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.]
[ Their mutual refusal to move away from one another isn't help the situation at all, not when he can hear and feel that shakey breath while Langa's hand finds its way back to Reki's hair. He shifts beneath him a little, a little nervous energy along with a subconscious desire to find that perfect fit between their bodies, but then a third unintentional result; he feels Langa hard against his hip. It shifts some of his thinking, like it or not, because Langa's body has always been so honest even when he's struggled with words. Now that Reki is blessed with both, he just needs to trust them when part of his brain still wants to doubt that he's worthy of all this.
Breathing out as steadily as he can, he leans away just enough to try and get a look at Langa's face to gauge his expression. He's always been so stoic apart from when he's on a board, so seeing that blush and spark of excitement in his eyes makes the butterflies in Reki's stomach burst into a flurry. ]
Do you mean it? Like... you want to do that?
[ It feels so awkward, chasing each other around for approval like this. Reki knows, more than anything, that he wants Langa to want it no matter what Reki says. The important thing is that there's no pressure, no expectations, nothing but desire bringing them together. ]
[As much as he wants them to stay close, Langa still finds himself wanting to look at Reki, eyes blown wide and hair tousled as he looks up from below.
Which means that yes, Langa's leaning in to kiss him again before anything else, tender and slow but without any of the heat that's been fluttering in his chest.
Langa may be awfully aloof as a whole, but whether he realizes it or not, all of his more vivid expressions come out easily around Reki. And even though he may not be the type to fluster in an animated way and turn as wildly red as Reki, he's most definitely blushing at the moment, expression caught between ever-earnest excitement and just a touch of uncharacteristic shyness.]
...Yeah. If it's with you.
[Maybe he should have tried to approach this a little more delicately, making extra sure that Reki would be okay with doing something like that. But as always, Langa can't help saying exactly what's on his mind. Having to actually use his brain to think about these things is hard work.]
[ As if he needed further reassurance, Reki can taste Langa's answer in that kiss. It's a mixture of restrained desire and gentle care, and when they pull apart again, Reki is surprised by the look on his boyfriend's face. Smiling up at him, he moves his hands to cup that sweet face, the one that looks sheepish and pink even in the dim evening light. ]
Me too. I'd do anything with you.
[ That used to be a lot scarier to think about. When Reki had taken a step back to see the lengths he would go to for Langa, both the good and the bad, it had been a shock to his system. To think that their friendship, gained and lost and then won back again, would cause such strong emotional reactions in Reki was... terrifying. He'd run away once, though, and he doesn't want to do that again—and now that they've confessed their feelings for one another, there's an even better reason to be brave and stay.
Pushing Langa away is the hardest thing he's ever done, though, but he quickly sits up along with him so there isn't much room left between them. He probably looks even more disheveled than usual, but he grins at Langa and then leans in to peck his cheek simply because he can. ]
C'mon, get up, I'm harder than this floor right now.
[Truly, Reki's smile is all that Langa needs to see to feel secure, and he's already grinning back as those hands he adores so much cup his cheeks so lovingly. It's horribly tempting to lean in and kiss him breathless as those words of confirmation reach his ears, but Langa does finally, finally pull his hands back.
It's... a start. Having to separate is, unsurprisingly, an arduous task, his desperation to keep Reki close twining with his impatience. But right now, it seems right to take things a little slower, and Langa takes a deep breath through his nose before trying to sit up right as Reki pushes him back. They're in sync even now, aren't they? How fitting.
But hell, even Langa looks a little disheveled, though he clearly isn't bothered by it. Instead, he only laughs under his breath at Reki's words, not at all uncomfortable in the way he thought he might be. As always, it's all because of Reki that he feels completely at ease. Or... well, as much as he can be when he's this hard.]
You and me both. [Grinning again, he shifts back on his heels.] But I really don't want to get off of you.
[He finally does get to his feet, even more aware of how hard he is now that he's had to shift so much in order to stand up. And though he reaches out to pull Reki up with him as soon as he's steady, rather than pull them flush together again, Langa takes the opportunity to reach down to hastily yank his own shirt over his head and toss it elsewhere on the floor.]
[ Reki waits until he has a little more room to gather his legs beneath him but then loses all power in them when Langa so gracefully and he gets a look at the tent in his pants. Right. It’s one thing to joke about together, another to be faced with it dead in the eyes. Swallowing thickly, the fact that it just makes me all the more aroused is the final confirmation that this is right, this is what he wants, it’s not just misplaced friendship.
Reaching for Langa’s hand on instinct after many bails, both his own and Langa’s, he stands up and takes a step closer only to be blocked by shirt sweeping down between them. His mouth falls open, not only because Langa is so fucking bold but because he can’t believe he was beaten to it. ]
Hey, I was gonna do that.
[ He grumbles a bit and then darts his hands out to grab at the waistband of Langa’s jeans. Except now that he has a grip on them, he hesitates. They should take their time, right? Reki doesn’t even know what’s going on, but he knows a bed and fewer clothes are going to be involved. For now, his grip turns into fingers hooked into the front belt loops of the pants, allowing him to tug as he takes a step backwards towards his bed and pulls Langa along. ]
[Langa may be awfully dense in many ways, but he's not blind enough to miss the way that Reki openly stares below his belt (while sitting on the floor, no less!). If they weren't clearly going to be taking care of this issue before long, he'd be in serious trouble.
Once his shirt is off and Reki grumbles at him, Langa glances over to the discarded article of clothing with a look that clearly falls somewhere between a simple "oh" and wondering if he should put it back on. But while Reki taking his shirt off would be really hot, they'll hopefully have plenty more opportunities to do things like this now that they're dating (!!!).]
Next time.
[It's a small consolation, but even just saying it is kind of thrilling. Reki is clearly interested, after all, judging by the hands that grapple with his jeans. And Langa is more than happy to oblige with the tugging and take a step forward to match Reki.]
[ The next time makes him shiver with excitement because there will be a next time and Langa is so certain of it that he can promise such things casually. Reki still feels like he might wake up at any moment to find this has been a very realistic dream, but if that’s the case, he should make the most of this time he has with Langa.
It’s easy to move like this, surprisingly, but they’ve been learning how to move together on skateboards so why not on solid, unmoving ground? He briefly thinks about that night when they were being chased by smelly demons and Langa had caught Reki as easily as breathing. They should be able to handle a little shuffle towards a bed. ]
Oh, uh, I was just curious if you’d looked at me naked before. [ His cheeks burn just from saying it, but he wants to be cool and not act like this whole topic flusters him more than it does. ] Like at the hot springs and stuff.
[Close as the bed may be, Langa's honestly just about ready to pick Reki up and carry him there himself. Reki isn't a delicate maiden that Langa can whisk off of his feet or whatever they do in movies, but even if his arms aren't as strong as his legs, he's sure he'd be able to carry Reki the arduous journey of two whole feet they have left to get to the bed.
In other words, shuffling is probably better.]
Uh... yes?
[The question makes Langa furrow his brow slightly in confusion, because yes, they went to the hot springs together! Of course he saw Reki naked! It would be literally impossible not to. He didn't look as much as he might have liked, to be fair, but he's not that depraved... probably. On the other hand, he was focusing on 1) not being attacked by more horrifying demon monsters, and 2) onsen etiquette and trying to avoid being yelled at again after trying to get in the water without washing off first. He had more things to think about than seeing Reki's dick. ...Even though, yes, he did glance over little more than he probably should have. Reki's just so attractive from head to toe. He probably stared more at the beach, honestly, when Reki was fanning him and he had a good view despite being lightheaded from heatstroke.]
But I don't think I stared too obviously. [And as blunt as ever:] Did you?
[ Shuffling is definitely for the better because being swept up into Langa’s arms might remind Reki of a very embarrassing dream he’d had about the two of them together; one involving princes and fairy tale endings.
The answer sounds tentative, like maybe Langa is worried he’ll be in trouble for it, but when Reki’s stomach twists it’s definitely in a good way. Having feelings for him and wanting to kiss is one thing—an amazing, mind-blowing thing—but being attractive enough for someone like Langa to steal glances at? It makes Reki feel both proud and a little sexy. He knows he’s handsome enough, but next to Langa, sometimes he feels pretty plain. ]
Babe, of course I looked at you! You’re all… [ He looks down at Langa’s bare torso to make a point but forgets it pretty quickly. His hands are so close to the fly of his jeans and he can just feel the brush of his bed against the backs of his knees. ] Gorgeous. From head to toe, it’s impossible not to look at you.
[As far as Langa is concerned, Reki should feel sexy, because he is. If given the chance, he'll remind Reki every single day for the rest of their lives. Langa loves Reki, plain and simple, and that extends to absolutely everything about him.
Still, despite not being new to people raving over how hot he is, everything goes in one ear and out the other. There's only one person Langa wants to hear it from, and coupled with the new pet name he isn't used to just yet, it's all the sweeter.]
Reki...
[He swallows thickly, reaching forward to settle his hands at Reki's hips and barely thumb the skin he finds between his shirt and pants. Langa spent so much of that trip trying not to look at Reki: his toned physique from years of skating, his shoulders that make him look more masculine than he does in his usual hoodies, how surprisingly slim his waist felt when Langa caught him in his yukata, his bare ass from behind at the hot springs, his body so close when they were next to each other in the water (even if Langa didn't last long)... hell, Langa's proud of himself for even realizing that he shouldn't stare to begin with, despite being the furthest thing from subtle. But the entire time he was trying not to gawk at Reki, Reki was looking at him too?]
I wanted to look much more than I did. [He slowly stops walking forward as he realizes they've reached the bed.] But I still looked at you. A lot. After the water made me lightheaded, I stared at you the entire time I was cooling down on the side of the bath.
[It's okay to smooth his hands just a little bit up Reki's waist beneath his shirt, right? He wants to touch wherever Reki lets him, but much more importantly...]
You're the gorgeous one. [He leans in just a little to bring their faces close, dropping his voice down a touch to take full advantage of saying one more word.] Babe.
Guess we kept looking at each other when the other was trying not to get caught, huh? [ He wants to laugh, but the little touches sneaking up beneath the hem of his shirt are making it hard to focus on humor. Actually, Langa being so close and the nearly tangible sexual tension in the air makes it hard to focus on anything other than Langa and how badly Reki wants him. He can’t even think of all the wasted time spent pining for one another, time spent stealing glances when they wanted to show themselves to each other.
Swallowing against a dry mouth and feeling like the gulp must be audible, Reki does everything he can not to shy away from the compliment. He should believe Langa, he owes him that much, even if he doesn’t believe it himself. The endearment throws him perfectly off the road to self-doubt at least, making him groan softly before he can bite back the sound. ]
Now that you know I want you to look, don’t take your eyes off of me. [ It’s painful to let go of Langa’s belt loops, but he moves his hands to cover Langa’s instead and push them higher up beneath his shirt. ] Should we take it off?
[Oh, that little groan is everything Langa could have hoped for, sweet and most certainly doing nothing to quell the heat that feels like it's flowing rapidly through his veins.
Not that he wants it to stop, of course. Reki's hands find his own so easily, guiding them up further and making Langa's heart pick up speed. Reki wants him to look... to touch, and his breath catches audibly in his throat before he grins and splays his fingers a little more readily.]
I won't. Never again.
[Once those planes of skin are exposed to him, he already knows that just looking won't be enough. And for the first time, it doesn't have to be.
Rather than answer the question with words, Langa grasps the hem of Reki's shirt and pulls it up over his head, hastily tossing it aside to join his own. And as eager as ever, he doesn't waste another moment before returning his hands to Reki's skin, fingers splayed as he fully smooths both hands down his sides. It's impossible to miss how thrilled he is, eyes practically sparkling but there's still something careful in his touch - reverent, like he's truly savoring getting to do this for the first time.]
[ The promise makes Reki shiver again because he knows that Langa is going to do everything he can to keep it. For such a spacey guy—which is cute, don't get him wrong—Langa can also hyperfocus on things that are important to him. Now, maybe even more than before as friends, Reki is one of those things. It warms him to think about, and while it's of course selfish and a little scary, he's certain they'll do all of this right since they've been through so much already.
Arms suddenly lifting from the force of Langa tugging up his shirt, Reki laughs and does his best to help wiggle out of the garment. He has to keep reminding himself that this isn't the first time they've been shirtless together, or even naked, yet he can't help feeling the difference in this moment compared to all others. They're getting undressed to be in bed together, and no matter what happens, that's big. Yet even before he can start to worry again, Langa's hands are warm and tender on his skin, drawing Reki's attention back to right now, here, together. ]
You're beautiful. [ He blurts it out and immediately turns red, then has to fight the urge to hide his blush. ] Sorry, said that already! I'm just, uh, nervous. Not that you aren't! Beautiful, not nervous. [ It doesn't help that Langa is touching him like something precious, slow and explorative like his fingers may be mapping Reki's body. That's a lot to process, and instead of thinking about it, he wraps his own hands around Langa's wrists before sitting down on the bed and tugging his boyfriend down with him. ] Shut me up, will ya?
[Beautiful? The beautiful one here is Reki, with his soft tousled hair and that lovely blush high on his cheeks. Seeing his best friend, his boyfriend turn so red over him is unbelievably charming, and Langa only barely manages to contain the impulse to kiss every inch of sweetly flushed skin.
But before he can, Reki abruptly tugs him down, the sudden movement catching him off guard in all of the best ways. Putting all of his weight on Reki or immediately pushing him down without a word is probably a bad idea, and as Langa's heart races over the prospect, he realizes that he's been gawking this whole time.
Not that it really matters when he leans in to bring their lips together once more, all the more invigorated after moments of separation. Langa is so ready to kiss Reki until they're both completely breathless, and while he gets a head start before pulling back just enough to speak, he doesn't actually separate much... just enough to speak in a quiet voice, lips still brushing Reki's.]
I am too. Nervous.
[To at least some extent, that is. There are so many reasons that his heart is racing, but there's undeniably a sense of slight nervousness lacing it all, and Langa shifts to take one of Reki's hands in his own and place it on his chest over his heart.]
I don't want to do anything you aren't okay with. [Careful in a way he usually isn't, he scoots forward until he's practically straddling Reki once more, tilting his head in a way that all but directly says "I'm about to kiss you."] So you have to tell me if I do.
[ Reki is certain that Langa could suffocate him and he'd be thanking him for it, and if that isn't an indication of how bad he's got it for this boy, he doesn't know what is. He wants them to be close, to feel the weight and heat of Langa's body, to get rid of every last space left between them. But this is a good start, great even, when Langa straddles his hips and comes so close Reki nearly goes cross-eyed watching him.
Letting out a breath he hadn't known he ac holding, Reki feels some of the tension leaving his body. If Langa is nervous too, it makes him feel a little less awkward. This is new for both of them, and there aren't any expectations or standards—right? Now is not the time to be asking things that he should have thought to ask Langa before just to be a good friend: Had he been dating someone in Canada before moving here? Has he kissed anyone before? Was there some hot, jilted love interest ready to fly across the world to steal Langa away from Reki?
No. He mentally slaps himself to get all of those unimportant questions out of his head. The only thing that matters is that they love each other, they're kissing one another, and they're ready to do so much more together. ]
Me either, so tell me, too. I only want to make you feel good.
[ He keeps one hand on Langa's chest, memorizing the quick heartbeat dancing beneath his palm. The other moves to his hip to keep him close and then, on instinct, he slides his hand around to the small of Langa's back to rest there. ]
[This situation couldn't possibly be more new, but knowing that Reki is in the same position makes it easy to fall into what feels right. Honestly, Langa's definition of "nervous" probably doesn't align with anyone else's, human connections throwing him slightly off balance rather than the things he can recklessly barrel his way through, but has hesitation ever stopped him?
Well... yes. But only when it comes to Reki. Hell, this boy could probably do anything that isn't outright negative in this moment and Langa would be completely on board, fearless as ever. But the idea of upsetting Reki is the one thing that's ever made him hesitate, and that's true now more than ever, not wanting to mess up this perfect thing they've built.
Thankfully, Reki makes it easy. Langa manages to get in a nod before sweetly pressing their lips together, humming into the pleasant sensation and using one arm to support himself on the way up as they part. For once, everything seems so simple, the world outside of this room falling away and replaced by familiar hands splayed in unfamiliar places.]
Yeah. I want you to.
[Anywhere he pleases, which Langa hopes he makes evident by dropping his own hand to slide up Reki's torso to his chest. Restraining himself is so hard when Reki looks so utterly gorgeous beneath him, but he has to at least try.]
[ A shiver follows in the wake of Langa's hand as it smooths up his body, touching him in a way that he's never experienced before. It's thrilling to feel these new sensations, so different from his own stumbling experimentation when he's alone. The fact that he gets to do this with someone else, and the guy he's in love with no less, is incredible heady in and of itself.
He lets out a shaky breath and nods at the question while trying to get his tongue to work. It feels thick in his mouth and his throat it dry, but he manages to answer somehow. ] Yeah, please.
[ Please. It sounds so lame in his ears, but it's the best thing he can think of to express how badly he wants Langa to touch him, how utterly pointless asking for permission is even though it's sweet of him to do. Reki's more likely to ask him to quit skating than he is ask him to stop touching.
His own hands start to wander, like maybe it will give a very physical person like Langa an example to follow, unspoken permission that's nevertheless communicated. Reki's hands shift from their positions behind and in front of Langa to meet in the middle at his sides. He pulls him in a little closer, their thighs brushing and pressing together, and kisses Langa with the kind of slow pace that gives him time to explore the seam of his lips. Unstoppable hands continue down to the top of Langa's jeans and then hesitate before circling back up towards his chest. Reki knows where he wants to touch, but he should probably build up to that rather than jump in head-first. ]
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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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Breathing out as steadily as he can, he leans away just enough to try and get a look at Langa's face to gauge his expression. He's always been so stoic apart from when he's on a board, so seeing that blush and spark of excitement in his eyes makes the butterflies in Reki's stomach burst into a flurry. ]
Do you mean it? Like... you want to do that?
[ It feels so awkward, chasing each other around for approval like this. Reki knows, more than anything, that he wants Langa to want it no matter what Reki says. The important thing is that there's no pressure, no expectations, nothing but desire bringing them together. ]
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Which means that yes, Langa's leaning in to kiss him again before anything else, tender and slow but without any of the heat that's been fluttering in his chest.
Langa may be awfully aloof as a whole, but whether he realizes it or not, all of his more vivid expressions come out easily around Reki. And even though he may not be the type to fluster in an animated way and turn as wildly red as Reki, he's most definitely blushing at the moment, expression caught between ever-earnest excitement and just a touch of uncharacteristic shyness.]
...Yeah. If it's with you.
[Maybe he should have tried to approach this a little more delicately, making extra sure that Reki would be okay with doing something like that. But as always, Langa can't help saying exactly what's on his mind. Having to actually use his brain to think about these things is hard work.]
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Me too. I'd do anything with you.
[ That used to be a lot scarier to think about. When Reki had taken a step back to see the lengths he would go to for Langa, both the good and the bad, it had been a shock to his system. To think that their friendship, gained and lost and then won back again, would cause such strong emotional reactions in Reki was... terrifying. He'd run away once, though, and he doesn't want to do that again—and now that they've confessed their feelings for one another, there's an even better reason to be brave and stay.
Pushing Langa away is the hardest thing he's ever done, though, but he quickly sits up along with him so there isn't much room left between them. He probably looks even more disheveled than usual, but he grins at Langa and then leans in to peck his cheek simply because he can. ]
C'mon, get up, I'm harder than this floor right now.
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It's... a start. Having to separate is, unsurprisingly, an arduous task, his desperation to keep Reki close twining with his impatience. But right now, it seems right to take things a little slower, and Langa takes a deep breath through his nose before trying to sit up right as Reki pushes him back. They're in sync even now, aren't they? How fitting.
But hell, even Langa looks a little disheveled, though he clearly isn't bothered by it. Instead, he only laughs under his breath at Reki's words, not at all uncomfortable in the way he thought he might be. As always, it's all because of Reki that he feels completely at ease. Or... well, as much as he can be when he's this hard.]
You and me both. [Grinning again, he shifts back on his heels.] But I really don't want to get off of you.
[He finally does get to his feet, even more aware of how hard he is now that he's had to shift so much in order to stand up. And though he reaches out to pull Reki up with him as soon as he's steady, rather than pull them flush together again, Langa takes the opportunity to reach down to hastily yank his own shirt over his head and toss it elsewhere on the floor.]
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Reaching for Langa’s hand on instinct after many bails, both his own and Langa’s, he stands up and takes a step closer only to be blocked by shirt sweeping down between them. His mouth falls open, not only because Langa is so fucking bold but because he can’t believe he was beaten to it. ]
Hey, I was gonna do that.
[ He grumbles a bit and then darts his hands out to grab at the waistband of Langa’s jeans. Except now that he has a grip on them, he hesitates. They should take their time, right? Reki doesn’t even know what’s going on, but he knows a bed and fewer clothes are going to be involved. For now, his grip turns into fingers hooked into the front belt loops of the pants, allowing him to tug as he takes a step backwards towards his bed and pulls Langa along. ]
Can I ask you something kinda embarrassing?
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Once his shirt is off and Reki grumbles at him, Langa glances over to the discarded article of clothing with a look that clearly falls somewhere between a simple "oh" and wondering if he should put it back on. But while Reki taking his shirt off would be really hot, they'll hopefully have plenty more opportunities to do things like this now that they're dating (!!!).]
Next time.
[It's a small consolation, but even just saying it is kind of thrilling. Reki is clearly interested, after all, judging by the hands that grapple with his jeans. And Langa is more than happy to oblige with the tugging and take a step forward to match Reki.]
Yeah?
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It’s easy to move like this, surprisingly, but they’ve been learning how to move together on skateboards so why not on solid, unmoving ground? He briefly thinks about that night when they were being chased by smelly demons and Langa had caught Reki as easily as breathing. They should be able to handle a little shuffle towards a bed. ]
Oh, uh, I was just curious if you’d looked at me naked before. [ His cheeks burn just from saying it, but he wants to be cool and not act like this whole topic flusters him more than it does. ] Like at the hot springs and stuff.
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In other words, shuffling is probably better.]
Uh... yes?
[The question makes Langa furrow his brow slightly in confusion, because yes, they went to the hot springs together! Of course he saw Reki naked! It would be literally impossible not to. He didn't look as much as he might have liked, to be fair, but he's not that depraved... probably. On the other hand, he was focusing on 1) not being attacked by more horrifying demon monsters, and 2) onsen etiquette and trying to avoid being yelled at again after trying to get in the water without washing off first. He had more things to think about than seeing Reki's dick. ...Even though, yes, he did glance over little more than he probably should have. Reki's just so attractive from head to toe. He probably stared more at the beach, honestly, when Reki was fanning him and he had a good view despite being lightheaded from heatstroke.]
But I don't think I stared too obviously. [And as blunt as ever:] Did you?
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The answer sounds tentative, like maybe Langa is worried he’ll be in trouble for it, but when Reki’s stomach twists it’s definitely in a good way. Having feelings for him and wanting to kiss is one thing—an amazing, mind-blowing thing—but being attractive enough for someone like Langa to steal glances at? It makes Reki feel both proud and a little sexy. He knows he’s handsome enough, but next to Langa, sometimes he feels pretty plain. ]
Babe, of course I looked at you! You’re all… [ He looks down at Langa’s bare torso to make a point but forgets it pretty quickly. His hands are so close to the fly of his jeans and he can just feel the brush of his bed against the backs of his knees. ] Gorgeous. From head to toe, it’s impossible not to look at you.
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Still, despite not being new to people raving over how hot he is, everything goes in one ear and out the other. There's only one person Langa wants to hear it from, and coupled with the new pet name he isn't used to just yet, it's all the sweeter.]
Reki...
[He swallows thickly, reaching forward to settle his hands at Reki's hips and barely thumb the skin he finds between his shirt and pants. Langa spent so much of that trip trying not to look at Reki: his toned physique from years of skating, his shoulders that make him look more masculine than he does in his usual hoodies, how surprisingly slim his waist felt when Langa caught him in his yukata, his bare ass from behind at the hot springs, his body so close when they were next to each other in the water (even if Langa didn't last long)... hell, Langa's proud of himself for even realizing that he shouldn't stare to begin with, despite being the furthest thing from subtle. But the entire time he was trying not to gawk at Reki, Reki was looking at him too?]
I wanted to look much more than I did. [He slowly stops walking forward as he realizes they've reached the bed.] But I still looked at you. A lot. After the water made me lightheaded, I stared at you the entire time I was cooling down on the side of the bath.
[It's okay to smooth his hands just a little bit up Reki's waist beneath his shirt, right? He wants to touch wherever Reki lets him, but much more importantly...]
You're the gorgeous one. [He leans in just a little to bring their faces close, dropping his voice down a touch to take full advantage of saying one more word.] Babe.
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Swallowing against a dry mouth and feeling like the gulp must be audible, Reki does everything he can not to shy away from the compliment. He should believe Langa, he owes him that much, even if he doesn’t believe it himself. The endearment throws him perfectly off the road to self-doubt at least, making him groan softly before he can bite back the sound. ]
Now that you know I want you to look, don’t take your eyes off of me. [ It’s painful to let go of Langa’s belt loops, but he moves his hands to cover Langa’s instead and push them higher up beneath his shirt. ] Should we take it off?
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Not that he wants it to stop, of course. Reki's hands find his own so easily, guiding them up further and making Langa's heart pick up speed. Reki wants him to look... to touch, and his breath catches audibly in his throat before he grins and splays his fingers a little more readily.]
I won't. Never again.
[Once those planes of skin are exposed to him, he already knows that just looking won't be enough. And for the first time, it doesn't have to be.
Rather than answer the question with words, Langa grasps the hem of Reki's shirt and pulls it up over his head, hastily tossing it aside to join his own. And as eager as ever, he doesn't waste another moment before returning his hands to Reki's skin, fingers splayed as he fully smooths both hands down his sides. It's impossible to miss how thrilled he is, eyes practically sparkling but there's still something careful in his touch - reverent, like he's truly savoring getting to do this for the first time.]
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Arms suddenly lifting from the force of Langa tugging up his shirt, Reki laughs and does his best to help wiggle out of the garment. He has to keep reminding himself that this isn't the first time they've been shirtless together, or even naked, yet he can't help feeling the difference in this moment compared to all others. They're getting undressed to be in bed together, and no matter what happens, that's big. Yet even before he can start to worry again, Langa's hands are warm and tender on his skin, drawing Reki's attention back to right now, here, together. ]
You're beautiful. [ He blurts it out and immediately turns red, then has to fight the urge to hide his blush. ] Sorry, said that already! I'm just, uh, nervous. Not that you aren't! Beautiful, not nervous. [ It doesn't help that Langa is touching him like something precious, slow and explorative like his fingers may be mapping Reki's body. That's a lot to process, and instead of thinking about it, he wraps his own hands around Langa's wrists before sitting down on the bed and tugging his boyfriend down with him. ] Shut me up, will ya?
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But before he can, Reki abruptly tugs him down, the sudden movement catching him off guard in all of the best ways. Putting all of his weight on Reki or immediately pushing him down without a word is probably a bad idea, and as Langa's heart races over the prospect, he realizes that he's been gawking this whole time.
Not that it really matters when he leans in to bring their lips together once more, all the more invigorated after moments of separation. Langa is so ready to kiss Reki until they're both completely breathless, and while he gets a head start before pulling back just enough to speak, he doesn't actually separate much... just enough to speak in a quiet voice, lips still brushing Reki's.]
I am too. Nervous.
[To at least some extent, that is. There are so many reasons that his heart is racing, but there's undeniably a sense of slight nervousness lacing it all, and Langa shifts to take one of Reki's hands in his own and place it on his chest over his heart.]
I don't want to do anything you aren't okay with. [Careful in a way he usually isn't, he scoots forward until he's practically straddling Reki once more, tilting his head in a way that all but directly says "I'm about to kiss you."] So you have to tell me if I do.
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Letting out a breath he hadn't known he ac holding, Reki feels some of the tension leaving his body. If Langa is nervous too, it makes him feel a little less awkward. This is new for both of them, and there aren't any expectations or standards—right? Now is not the time to be asking things that he should have thought to ask Langa before just to be a good friend: Had he been dating someone in Canada before moving here? Has he kissed anyone before? Was there some hot, jilted love interest ready to fly across the world to steal Langa away from Reki?
No. He mentally slaps himself to get all of those unimportant questions out of his head. The only thing that matters is that they love each other, they're kissing one another, and they're ready to do so much more together. ]
Me either, so tell me, too. I only want to make you feel good.
[ He keeps one hand on Langa's chest, memorizing the quick heartbeat dancing beneath his palm. The other moves to his hip to keep him close and then, on instinct, he slides his hand around to the small of Langa's back to rest there. ]
Can I... Um, can I touch you?
Rises from the ether...
Well... yes. But only when it comes to Reki. Hell, this boy could probably do anything that isn't outright negative in this moment and Langa would be completely on board, fearless as ever. But the idea of upsetting Reki is the one thing that's ever made him hesitate, and that's true now more than ever, not wanting to mess up this perfect thing they've built.
Thankfully, Reki makes it easy. Langa manages to get in a nod before sweetly pressing their lips together, humming into the pleasant sensation and using one arm to support himself on the way up as they part. For once, everything seems so simple, the world outside of this room falling away and replaced by familiar hands splayed in unfamiliar places.]
Yeah. I want you to.
[Anywhere he pleases, which Langa hopes he makes evident by dropping his own hand to slide up Reki's torso to his chest. Restraining himself is so hard when Reki looks so utterly gorgeous beneath him, but he has to at least try.]
Can I touch you too?
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He lets out a shaky breath and nods at the question while trying to get his tongue to work. It feels thick in his mouth and his throat it dry, but he manages to answer somehow. ] Yeah, please.
[ Please. It sounds so lame in his ears, but it's the best thing he can think of to express how badly he wants Langa to touch him, how utterly pointless asking for permission is even though it's sweet of him to do. Reki's more likely to ask him to quit skating than he is ask him to stop touching.
His own hands start to wander, like maybe it will give a very physical person like Langa an example to follow, unspoken permission that's nevertheless communicated. Reki's hands shift from their positions behind and in front of Langa to meet in the middle at his sides. He pulls him in a little closer, their thighs brushing and pressing together, and kisses Langa with the kind of slow pace that gives him time to explore the seam of his lips. Unstoppable hands continue down to the top of Langa's jeans and then hesitate before circling back up towards his chest. Reki knows where he wants to touch, but he should probably build up to that rather than jump in head-first. ]