[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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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. ]