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The First Time Langa overheard Reki having a wet dream they hadn't known each other for very long. It must have been almost two years ago by now, but the sounds he made that night stays as clear in Langa's mind as if he's heard them a million times, and not just huffed out in a dark room for a few minutes, back before Langa was even sure he was into guys.
Well, after that night it was blatantly clear that he was into Reki.
It hadn't come as a shock, really, but it had definitely pushed Langa into finally admitting that the way he feels about Reki differs from his friends back in Canada. He had reasoned that it was because he was closer to Reki than he ever was to any of them and promptly ignored how his heart beat ten times harder when his best friend was around. It worked pretty well, in Langa's opinion.
Up until that night, that is. Until the moment when Langa heard a low whine escape Reki in his sleep. When he spent a few, eternal minutes lying as still as he possibly could, barely breathing, while Reki's breaths became laced with moans and his sheets rustled exactly as if he was moving deliberately against them.
The only things that kept Langa from reaching into his pants to deal with his aching dick were shame and the fear of being discovered.
Those concerns seem less than minor the Second Time. They do so because 1, technically, he's not the only one who should be afraid of discovery, and 2, it's a lot harder to tamp down arousal when its very cause is lying right next to you.
At least the First Time, they hadn't slept in the same bed. They don't do it a lot, only if they're really exhausted after S and can't bother with the futon, so for this to happen when they are is… a miracle? A curse?
Langa can't really tell. All he knows is that he woke up to that sound again (his eyes flew open as if it had been a fire alarm and not a moan so soft that it was barely a sigh). His heart raced instantly, beating so hard that he feared it would wake Reki up, but it didn't. Instead, Langa had managed to draw a very slow and deep breath, and take in the presence of the warm weight beside him.
It was no wonder he had heard Reki so well; his face was right by Langa's ear. Lying on his side, Reki curled in on himself with another sigh, pressing his forehead into Langa's shoulder - while his foot came up to rest on Langa's shin.
Perhaps Langa should have woken him up then and there before it went any further. Perhaps he should have shuffled away and ignored the weight of Reki's ankle against his leg.
Perhaps he could have behaved if he still had any shame left.
After years of yearning, after having had an infinite number of orgasms to the memory of Reki's moans, Langa can't say that he is particularly ashamed of his attraction anymore. He rather cherishes it, to be honest, even if it's a painful pipe dream that Reki would ever feel the same way.
Well, right now Reki is moaning softly against Langa's shoulder.
He knows that Reki is asleep. He knows it's not really happening, that Reki isn't pressing his face into Langa's t-shirt and sliding his leg higher up on Langa's shin because he wants him. Langa knows that. But his dick does not - and it kind of got hard instantly at Reki's first sound.
So here he is; trapped somewhere between Heaven and Hell, with an aching heart and an achingly hard cock, both the horniest and most scared he has ever been - and wondering if, maybe, he could touch himself, just a little bit.
He really doubts it would even risk disturbing Reki (or he wouldn't consider it at all) but since Reki only holds half his body hostage Langa could easily slide his right hand into his sweatpants without even rustling the covers if he wanted to. He's not planning on fully jerking off and finishing into his clothes, of course, he just wants… something.
Reki hums and twists in his sleep, turning to lie on his stomach without freeing Langa's leg. Instead, Reki's warm thigh travels up past Langa's knee.
Okay. Okay. Right, yeah. Langa stares at the ceiling, trying as hard as he can to keep his brittle resolve together. He shouldn't be considering this - the idea should never have even entered his brain - but here. he. is.
Reki shifts against him, takes a slow breath - and lets out a shivering moan. That in itself threatens to shatter Langa's last remaining restraint, but what pushes him over the edge is what follows; Reki whines, curls his fingers into Langa's t-shirt - and grinds into the mattress.
Langa takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and reaches into his own pants. He strokes his swollen dick through his boxers, thinking that as long as there's a layer of fabric in between he's not really masturbating (he knows it's a far reach at best, even as he thinks it).
Another drawn-out moan escapes Reki. The sheets rustle and stretch as he rubs himself off against the bed, and Langa wants so desperately to see him that he doesn't even stop to consider whether that's wise or not. It turns out that it's not enough - the cover hides away too much of Reki's body for the subtle movement to be noticeable.
Langa licks his lips and glances at Reki's face, pausing at his expression. Langa has never seen him quite like this before; with his brows furrowed and mouth open, relaxed, soft. It's never like that when he's awake. It's always talking, smiling, grimacing. Sometimes pouting. Langa loves all of those expressions, but this one makes his fondness for Reki overflow - and makes his attraction to him roar to life like a great fire.
He's very careful when he flips the cover back and pushes it down, revealing Reki's sleeping form, and the outline of his own dick under his sweats. If Reki wakes up now, Langa is as exposed as he is. The thought doesn't deter him, though - he's past reason at this point, too caught up in the moment to stop and think anymore - and his hand is moving beneath the thin fabric of his pants just as another sound slips from Reki's lips.
Langa sighs along with him and furrows his brow in concentration as he can't refrain from pushing up against his hand.
Reki's thigh slides a little higher.
Langa is both desperately grateful and almost bitter that Reki went to sleep in shorts. A hoodie and shorts - who does that? The object of all of Langa's affection and desires, apparently. What he wouldn't give to get to run his hands up those golden thighs, and here one is - sliding closer and closer to Langa's crotch.
Reki keeps making little sounds and moving against the mattress and everything is just becoming too much. Langa presses his head into the pillow and stares at the ceiling, feeling like he could cry from trying to hold back his raging arousal.
Reki makes a sound at the back of his throat and his fingers curl deeper into Langa's t-shirt before he twists slightly - and presses up against Langa's thigh instead of against the mattress.
Langa can't take it anymore. With one last glance at Reki's amazing face, he pulls down the waistband of his own sweatpants and frees his dick. He strokes himself with a sigh, trying to keep both his breathing and movements slow, still deathly afraid of waking him up. Reki grinds against his leg slowly and whines, and Langa has to stop and just take a firm grip around the base of his cock to not come all over himself. And possibly Reki's thigh.
There's a thought. Definitely not a new thought but one that is suddenly very real. Or it at least could be.
When he still lived in Canada, one of his friends had asked Langa if he, being Japanese, was into bukkake. Langa was unfamiliar with the word and when he asked what it was, the question had turned out to be some sort of teasing that Langa didn't quite understand - and then he had been introduced to the world of bukkake porn.
It turned out that Langa was very into it, though it had less to do with being Japanese and more to do with being extremely easily aroused by cum. He feels very lucky that he also turned out to be gay since that means sex can lead to at least twice as much cum.
And, oh, has he envisioned Reki covered in it.
Perhaps that should make him more ashamed but at this point, his arousal dominates everything. Looking down, he can see the stretch of beautiful coppery skin right behind his dick. If he pushed down, it would be able to brush against Reki's leg. That really feels like passing a very firm boundary, though, so he can't make himself do it, even though the thought lingers in his head.
He has given up on not cumming, though, there's no chance that he can refrain from it now, not with Reki grinding against him - not with his dick digging hard into Langa's thigh, not when he moans right in Langa's ear.
"Langa."
Langa jolts and turns away from Reki so quickly that he winces too.
He's awake, oh, no, shit, he's awake.
Langa tries to squirm away and sneak his dick back into his pants - when Reki suddenly sits up on his knees and looks right at him.
Oh, he is so over.
Reki's face was already red but is quickly becoming redder. His eyes widen to near-comical proportions, and he quickly turns away and stares at the wall instead.
"Oh. I'm sorry."
Why is he apologizing?
Reki glances at him, and Langa quickly tucks himself away and shifts back to sit up against the headboard, as far away from him as he can come. Reki takes a few short breaths, and then he shifts in place and sits back on his heels, looking straight at him.
"Langa-"
"I'm sorry," Langa says quickly. "I didn't mean to… do anything to you, I just-"
"To me?" Reki's eyes go wide again.
They stare at each other for a moment, and then Reki's surprised expression softens a little. He swallows, and his eyes spark in the semi-darkness.
"Were you thinking about me?"
Langa looks away. His face is getting warm in a way he isn't at all used to, so okay - perhaps he's still a little ashamed about his fantasies. Especially when Reki looks at him with his pretty eyes and asks him about them directly to his face.
When Langa doesn't answer, Reki moves a little closer.
"You can think about me if you want," he says in a hushed tone. "Because I think about you sometimes."
Looking up, Langa finds him blushing profusely but still meeting his gaze with confidence.
"You think about me?" Langa whispers - and he nods.
They just watch each other again.
"Langa - do you only fantasize about it, or do you actually want to do it?"
He must be dreaming. Perhaps this is just all Langa's wet dream and Reki's wet dream was just a part of Langa's wet dream -
Okay, he needs to calm down.
He swallows and tries to find his voice. When he does, it comes out as a whisper.
"Reki, I really like you."
Reki's expression goes gentle - tender, even - and he moves even closer, reaching out to take Langa's face between his hands and press their foreheads together.
"Langa - I like you, too."
And then he kisses him - and Langa thinks he might freaking ascend on the spot. He reaches for Reki, too, runs his fingers through his hair, and cradles the back of his head. When Reki pulls back for a breath he comes back to kiss Langa open-mouthed, and blood rushes to his crotch instantly.
They kiss for so long that his dick strains against his boxers when Reki finally leans back. His eyes are hooded and his pupils are blown.
"So," he says, in a raspy, husky voice that Langa has never heard him use before. "Do you want to make some of those thoughts come true?"
Langa nods quickly.
Reki starts to smile and leans closer again, brushing his nose against Langa's cheek. "Is there something special you've been thinking about? Like, more than anything else?"
Holy fuck.
"Langa, you can tell me - I swear I won't judge."
That makes him wonder what types of thoughts Reki has been having.
"You, on your back," Langa whispers, his eyes flicking to Reki's face and away.
"Mhm?" Reki says, sounding rather dreamy.
"And me over you." Langa manages to meet Reki's eyes like through divine intervention. "And inside of you."
Reki bites the inside of his lower lip and presses up against him. "We could do that. I have what we need to do that." His gaze flickers away briefly. "I would… I would really like to do that with you."
Langa can feel his face twist with emotion - and not something hot or confident or something; he's just getting plain emotional.
"Oh, Langa," Reki whispers and winds his arms around him.
Langa nods against his shoulder and breathes, swallows the lump in his throat, and tries his best to not ruin this moment by letting out two years of pent-up sorrow over thinking that Reki would never want him like that. Like this.
"I'm okay," he says when he feels like he is. "I've just liked you for a really long time."
"You have?"
Langa nods against his shoulder again.
"Me too," Reki whispers. "Wow, how dumb are we?"
Langa smiles into his hoodie. "You're smart, though. You figured it out."
"I'm smart? I didn't get it before I caught you jerking off right next to me!"
"I'm sorry."
"Langa, it's okay. I'm glad you did or we wouldn't be here."
Langa huffs, and almost starts to laugh.
Reki presses his face into his hair and chuckles a little. "What a romantic story we'll have to tell when people ask us how we got together."
That brings Langa over the edge and he laughs against Reki's shoulder.
They sit like that for a while in silence. Reki scratches his back a little and Langa turns his face into his neck and breathes him in properly for the first time. It's so much better than he ever imagined.
When he finally leans back and looks at Reki again, they are both smiling.
"So," Reki says slowly. "Do you wanna do it?"
Langa smiles wider. "Keeping it romantic, I see."
"Do you want it to be romantic?"
"I don't know. I don't want it to feel… strange. I'd rather just be as we are."
Reki smiles until his dimple starts showing. "Me too."
Langa grins at him. "And yeah, I'd like to do it."
That earns him a laugh and then Reki slides down on the bed, tugging Langa's arm to make him follow. He pulls Langa down over him and bends his knees on either side of him.
"Is this what you imagined?"
Langa nods. "Yeah. Only with fewer clothes."
"We'll get there," Reki purrs and pulls him in for a kiss, hooking his legs around Langa's hips to pull the rest of him down, as well.
He grinds up against him as their lips meet and Langa's heart almost jumps out of his chest. Is this really happening? Is Reki really doing this - does he really want Langa badly enough to grind against him like this, for him to start breathing so shallowly, to start making noises that are so similar to those he made in his sleep?
It boosts Langa's confidence more than it perhaps should - and he slides a hand under Reki's hoodie to stroke his toned stomach up to his chest. Reki only hums and keeps kissing him, so Langa hooks his finger in the collar from the inside and tugs.
"Take this off," he says, and Reki's blush deepens - but he nods.
Langa sits back a little and watches him as he pulls the hoodie over his head. Langa's seen him without a shirt before, of course, but not like this - not when it's for him. He's blushing all the way down to his chest, and his abs rise and fall quickly with his shallow breaths.
"You too," he says.
Langa nods quickly and pulls his t-shirt off. Reki grins at him and reaches for his arm to pull him down for more kisses and to run his hands over Langa's back.
"So," he breathes. "Any other fantasies you want me to know about?"
Langa doesn't even have to think.
"I want you to touch yourself while I'm inside of you," he whispers against Reki's lips - those last remnants of shame having flown away together with his t-shirt.
Reki laughs breathlessly. "Okay."
"I want to see you cum."
"That would be preferable."
Langa leans back to look at Reki and finds him sporting a cheeky grin. He loves that grin - but right now he really wants to see what other expressions he can make.
"I want to see you cum all over yourself," Langa says with a hot thrill in his chest. "And then I want to cum all over you, too."
Reki's grin shifts into bashful surprise. He bites his bottom lip and swallows - almost giving Langa a heart attack thinking he took it too far - before he nods.
"We can try doing that," he whispers and Langa is sure that this whole thing must be a dream.
"Are you sure?"
Reki nods again. "I am very sure."
He lifts his hips, hooks his fingers in his shorts and pulls them right off - and just like that he's completely undressed.
Langa almost looks away - once again feeling as if he's doing something he shouldn't - but he doesn't want to make Reki feel embarrassed (and he really, really wants to look) so he keeps his eyes steady enough to meet his eyes. They watch each other for a brief moment, and then Langa's gaze drops to the rest of him.
He's like every fantasy Langa's ever had times ten.
"Reki," he breathes.
"What?"
"You're so… You're stunning."
Reki blinks at him, and then his eyes flick away as his blush creeps farther down his chest.
"Stunning, huh," he says with a laugh.
Langa leans forward on his hands and crawls over him. "You are. And so fucking hot."
Reki looks up at him, his chest rising and falling quickly with his short breaths.
"So are you," he whispers and pulls Langa down on top of him again. "Take your pants off."
Langa doesn't need to be told twice. He kisses Reki back, leaning on one elbow, as he pushes his sweatpants and underwear down and manages to get them off.
When Reki hooks his legs around him and grinds against him next, he does so skin against skin.
Langa leans his face against the side of Reki's head and breathes hard through his nose as the firm length of Reki's dick is pressed against his own. Reki pushes back against the bed and a rush of air leaves him when Langa grinds back against him. It feels amazing.
"Reki," Langa breathes. "Reki - I want you so bad."
"Okay," he whispers back, his voice trembling. "Okay, let me get the lube."
Langa pushes himself up enough for him to twist and reach the drawer in the bedside table. Seeing the bottle in Reki's hand suddenly makes him nervous.
"Reki - I don't exactly know how to do this." He swallows. "Especially the first bit. I don't want to hurt you."
"You mean the, uh, prep?"
Langa nods.
"Okay," Reki says. "Do you want me to do it?"
Oh, fuck.
Biting his bottom lip, Langa nods. "Maybe you could start, at least? And… show me how?"
Reki watches him for a moment before nodding, too. "Sure."
And so Langa finds himself sitting back on his heels between Reki's legs - while he rubs a slick finger against himself in small, tight circles. It's not something Langa has ever even imagined (his thoughts almost always jumps straight for the finish) and he understands now that he has missed out on some prime fantasy material - because Reki is for sure a real life fantasy like this.
He has closed his eyes and is pressing the back of his head into the pillow. His neck is stretched out enough for his quick pulse to be visible, thrumming beneath the skin, and his mouth is open around his deep breaths. Langa ends up watching his face more than his hand, until his eyebrows draw together and his breath stutters. Langa's gaze drops lower, just in time to see Reki's finger breach him. It glides inside easily past the first two knuckles and he makes a small sound that makes Langa's dick twitch.
"Reki," he whispers.
Golden eyes crack open to look at him. "Do you want to take over?"
Langa would like that very much but he's still concerned about doing something wrong or going too fast, eager as he is, so he shakes his head.
"Keep going," he says instead. "Just a little bit more."
Reki nods. "Okay. Just let me know when." He hesitates. "I really want to know what your fingers feel like."
Langa's pulse picks up, and he wonders if that is something that Reki has been fantasizing about.
"You will," he whispers. "I really want to know how you feel, too."
Reki smiles a little and then he leans back against the pillow again, humming at the back of his throat as he keeps pushing his finger deeper. Langa watches in awe until Reki has two fingers inside of himself, and his movements are less careful than before - then, he feels confident enough that he won't hurt him to slide a hand down Reki's arm, making him pause.
"Let me," Langa says, and Reki looks up at him with hooded eyes and nods.
Perhaps Langa uses a little too much lube but better safe than sorry, and his middle finger glides into Reki without any resistance. He's so hot inside and kind of tight still, and Langa's head spins a little at the sensation - and at the sight of his finger going inside of him.
Reki's breathing goes shallow and quick. He brushes his bangs back from his forehead and looks up at Langa with slightly wide eyes.
"Please move," he breathes.
Nodding, Langa slides a hand down his thigh - and Reki lets them fall wider apart, dear god - and looks down at his hand as he carefully pulls about halfway out. He pushes back in as carefully as the first time and Reki hums again, a sound that's made choppy by his quick breaths. With just a few slow and shallow thrusts of his finger, Langa has Reki arching his back and panting open-mouthed, and it's the most amazing sight he's ever seen.
"Add another one," Reki whispers.
It's a little scary to press another fingertip against him - but two slide in almost as easily as one. It makes Reki moan silently, and Langa's inhibitions melt away as he keeps moving his hand with more confidence. He's never done this before but he's watched enough porn and read enough about it online to know that just going straight back and forth probably won't reach that spot that makes people squirm, so he dares to curl his fingers ever so lightly when he pulls back next - and Reki arches his back with another low moan.
"Do that again," he asks. "A little harder."
When Langa does, Reki's entire body tenses up, his abs and legs flexing with toned muscle as he arches his back again and moans out loud.
"Langa! Oh, shit - yes."
"Yeah?" Langa whispers, his pulse drumming against his ribs.
"Yeah," Reki nods. "Yeah, keep doing that, please-"
He breaks off with another small moan and Langa is losing himself in it. He works his hand a little faster, curls his fingers a little bit more, and Reki starts to come apart beneath him.
"Yes," he groans. "Ah, Langa - I love your hands!"
"I love you." It just slips out.
Reki cracks his eyes open and meets his. "Oh," he breathes. "Yeah, yes - I love you, too!"
He holds his arms up towards him and Langa leans down to kiss him, pausing his movements to get lost in the feeling of Reki's lips against his, of his hands in Langa's hair, of his quick breaths against his skin.
"Try another finger," Reki whispers hurriedly. "And if that's fine - I want you."
Langa's heart makes a backflip in his chest, and he nods quickly, leaning back to see what he's doing as he adds some more lube and carefully presses three fingers against him. It's tight - so very tight - but it still works, and he slowly glides all the way inside.
"Oh, shit," Reki moans. "That feels so good." He meets Langa's gaze and his face is beautifully tense with emotion and pleasure. "You feel so good, Langa."
Daring to move, Langa once again curls his fingers while pulling back, and Reki arches into it with a choppy groan.
"Reki - you have to be quieter." Langa hates that he has to say it but he really doesn't want to get interrupted because they wake someone up.
Reki nods and when Langa continues to move, he keeps his mouth shut, dampening his moans even though they keep coming.
He's so verbal - both with his sounds and his words. Despite Reki's penchant for talking, Langa hadn't expected him to be so outspoken - he gets so easily embarrassed if Langa as much as gives him a compliment - and he adores it. He loves that Reki tells him exactly what he wants and what he likes.
"Langa, I want you. Please."
"Are you sure it's enough?"
Reki nods - a jerky, rushed little motion that makes affection for him bloom in Langa's chest - so he carefully frees his hand and reaches for the lube again. He coats his dick in what seems like an excessive amount but again; better safe than sorry. He doesn't want to ruin this, which has been so perfect so far, by not using enough lube or going too fast.
He leans down on one elbow over Reki to kiss him as he shifts closer and lines himself up between the golden legs.
"Reki, I love you," he whispers. "You're better than any fantasy I've ever had."
That earns him a small grin. "So are you."
Langa nudges their foreheads together as he brushes up against his entrance with his dick for the first time.
Reki nods against him and winds his arms around Langa's shoulders. "Do it."
His head whips back against the pillow in a silent moan when Langa pushes forward, breaching him with the head. It's so tight. Langa has to bite back around a groan himself as he slowly presses deeper into him. His jaw is so tense that his teeth almost hurt as he slides into Reki in one achingly slow, smooth thrust.
Reki is panting open-mouthed towards the ceiling. "Oh, fuck - Langa!"
A low groan slips from Langa's lips. "Reki… ah, Reki." He presses his forehead to Reki's temple and just breathes for a while, reveling in the sensation of being completely sheathed inside of him. While the glide inside was easy and without resistance, it is really, really tight, and he stays still and just tries to get used to the heat of Reki's body around him, while Reki's breathing starts to calm down.
"Are you okay?" Langa whispers in his ear and Reki nods slowly.
"I'm fantastic."
Langa smiles against his cheek. "Yes, you are."
An amused breath escapes Reki. "So are you." He cards back Langa's hair from his face and coaxes him into pushing back enough to meet his eyes. "You can move."
"You're sure?"
"Very sure."
"Okay."
Langa steadies himself on his elbows and brushes some hair away from Reki's forehead, and he lifts his legs up higher until they rest against the sides of Langa's torso. His nails scrape lightly against Langa's back, as if he's trying to pull him closer, so Langa kisses him one more time before he starts to pull out. He stops about halfway and pushes back in with a sigh. It feels amazing - way better than he anticipated - and pleasurable shivers run up his back. They increase in intensity when Reki keens softly and digs his nails into Langa's back.
"Is that good?"
Reki nods. "So good."
Boosted, Langa pulls back further and pushes back in a little faster - and Reki presses his lips together to muffle a moan. That's all Langa needs to keep moving, pulling out almost all the way and pushing back inside a little harder.
"Yes," Reki whispers, breathless, and Langa lets out a rush of air as he keeps moving inside of him.
"Reki, you're amazing," he groans and buries his face against Reki's neck, stroking him all the way down to his hip, where Langa digs his fingers into the curve of his ass.
He kisses Reki's jaw and shifts enough to be able to pull his knees up on either side of him so Langa can sit back on his heels. Reki is a vision; his skin looks like dark copper in the sparse light and his hands rest against the pillow on either side of his head. He's breathing deep and fast and he looks back up at Langa as if he's barely seeing him. When Langa sits up, he arches his back with a low sound at the back of his throat.
"Do you think I can go harder?" Langa asks, surprised by the roughness in his own voice.
Reki nods quickly. "Please do."
Langa grabs him right above his hips, and with one last, lingering look at Reki's face, he starts to pull back, thrusting back inside with more certainty. Reki's mouth flies open but he manages to keep quiet, until Langa thrusts into him again, a little harder, and a moan slips out.
"Fuck, Langa - yes!" He digs his fingers into the pillow and his hands curl into fists, gripping it so hard that his knuckles go white. "Keep going!"
Breathing hard through his nose, Langa grips him tighter and finally - finally - feels brave enough to move inside of him with fluid thrusts, without pause. He presses his teeth together so hard that he almost fears they will chip but he has to - at least if he's going to be able to stay quiet. Each thrust sends such strong whirls of pleasure through his entire body that he realizes that he won't last long if he keeps going like this - especially not since Reki arches his back and pulls his legs closer to his chest with a low groan. His dick is leaking against his stomach and Langa stares at it; at how every thrust makes it bob and smear the precome on Reki's abs.
He really, really wants to see him cum.
Langa feels daring when he closes his fist around Reki's length - and Reki's breath stutters and stops briefly, until Langa strokes him carefully and he presses back against the bed with a moan.
"You're gonna make me cum," he whispers, his voice tight with pleasure.
"That's the plan," Langa rasps and dares to stroke him a little more firmly.
The pace of his thrusts slows down as he concentrates on Reki's dick, though, and soon golden eyes open to meet his again.
"Should I do it?" he asks and his voice is trembling in a way that really sounds as if he's close to cumming. "Could you fuck me harder if I did it?"
A thrill of arousal goes through Langa, and he nods quickly.
"As hard as you'd like," he breathes, and pulls his shaking hand away from Reki's dick so that he can wrap his own fist around it instead.
"Then go hard," Reki hisses and the fire in his eyes prevents Langa from feeling any type of hesitation.
He grips Reki's waist with both hands, moves his knees farther apart for stability - and then he pulls back and thrusts back inside with a snap of his hips that sends his mind reeling.
"Oh, fuck," he breathes as he does it again - and then he just can't stop.
He fucks into Reki with increasing speed and his fingers dig into his waist hard as every thrust causes spike after spike of near mind-blowing pleasure. Reki pushes back against the bed again, arching up to meet him as he starts to stroke himself, hard and fast.
"Reki," Langa hisses and snaps forward with more force.
Another moan slips past Reki's lips and all Langa can think about is that he wants to hear him sound like this a lot more. A lot louder. He wishes they didn't have to keep quiet and at the same time he barely cares if they're too loud anymore. He thrusts into Reki a little faster, a little harder, and starts to feel his dick and balls tense up as he's getting closer to his release.
"Reki, you need to cum," he breathes. "I want to see you. Please - make yourself cum."
Reki's eyes open and he looks up at Langa with parted lips, each breath followed by a low moan that he's clearly trying to keep down.
"I'm cumming," he whispers and takes a short breath that he doesn't release again. "I'm gonna cum, Langa - don't stop."
Langa groans and digs his fingers deeper into his skin, takes him even harder as his own orgasm approaches quickly - violently - and Reki arches back against the bed with a deep moan that seems to resonate throughout his entire chest.
He comes all over himself with a drawn-out sound that Langa never will forget. Cum splatters all the way to his collarbone and Langa is chanceless in the face of his most recurring fantasy - and he tips over the edge so suddenly that it takes him by surprise. He cums inside of Reki with a loud groan, and it feels so good that he can't even imagine pulling out. He rides the waves of his orgasm by pushing into Reki in short, deep thrusts before he presses up as tight as he can against him, staring down at Reki with his mouth open while the last spurts of cum leaves his pulsating cock.
Reki meets his gaze with wide eyes and parted lips, his breath shivering and weak, and then he moans again as Langa pushes up against him just a little tighter.
"Oh, fuck, Langa," he whispers. "Shit - Langa!"
Bowing down over him, Langa leans his forehead against Reki's shoulder and pants against his skin. Reki lets go of the pillow and threads his fingers through Langa's hair, and suddenly he feels like he's about to become emotional again.
"I love you," he breathes against Reki's chest.
"And I you."
He kisses the side of Langa's face, and Langa shifts so that he can stroke Reki's cheek. Slowly, he eases down on top of him without a care for the mess between them, and Reki winds his arms around him and holds him close.
"That was amazing," he whispers into Langa's hair, and Langa can only nod in response. "You're amazing."
"You are," Langa manages.
Reki laughs breathlessly. "Jeez, all I did was lie here and take it."
Pushing up to his elbows, Langa looks down at him with a weak grin. "You took it so well, though."
"Gosh, Langa," Reki murmurs and looks away, his already red face somehow getting even more crimson. "We didn't quite fulfill your fantasy, though."
"You're better than any fantasy," Langa says, then pauses briefly. "Though I'd still like to make it happen."
Reki grins and meets his eyes again. "Me too."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"What about your fantasies?"
His grin widens. "We'll get there."
"You're making me curious."
Reki's eyes glitter in the dark.
"Good."