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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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. ]