[ 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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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. ]