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The rest of the time they spend in Tokyo sails by in a rush. Kojiro spends most of it in the bed with Reki making him feel like the only person in the whole fucking world, but when they are on a plane back to Okinawa, that feels good, too. He has been texting back and forth with Langa, who has spent most of his time with Kaoru— he knows they have been together the way he and Kojiro have been together.
His stomach drops when he thinks about it, but it isn’t unpleasant; he can be enough for Kojiro, and enough for Langa, too.
Langa is enough for him, even peeking through his hair and trying to hide from the selfies Kaoru takes of them together, red-faced and freshly fucked. He sends Reki screenshots from the app Kaoru uses to track his skating data, who looks at their twisting paths through Tokyo and smiles.
They make plans to meet up after Reki heads by his house to see his family— he doesn’t know where Langa will want to go or what Langa will want to do but he does know his mother will kill him if he doesn’t make her his first stop. She hugs him and tries to feed him even though he’s already eaten and tells him he shouldn’t have brought her a gift home but he manages to duck out eventually, firing off a text to Langa on the way.
When he shows up at the park where they agreed to meet Langa is already there waiting, frowning at Miya, who is poking him in the chest and yelling about something. Miya catches sight of Reki and gives Langa one last glare before skating over to him. Langa follows him with his gaze and sees Reki, too; he lights up all over, lips parting and brows raised.
Like he can’t believe Reki really came.
Reki’s insides do something stupid and then Miya is laying a palm on his chest and giving him a gentle shove, holding his hand in place as well as Reki’s gaze.
“Don’t be a pushover,” he says, then pushes Reki again and drops his hand. “But he has been doing pretty good, I guess. So.”
Then Miya is gone, skating away in a blur of purple. Reki doesn’t know what any of that means, and he doesn’t get a chance to think about it before he has an armful of Langa.
“Reki,” Langa shouts as he jumps at him, pulling him into a hug.
Reki tenses all over before slowly relaxing, arms closing around Langa like it is the most natural thing in the world.
Nothing has ever felt this good.
“Hey, Langa,” Reki says. He can’t help but smile.
Langa is holding onto him so tightly, face in Reki’s throat and fists clenched in his sweater.
“I’m sorry,” Langa says, in that whisper people use when they are trying not to cry. “I messed up so bad and I’m so fucking sorry.” He sniffs hard.
He’s shaking.
“No, hey hey hey, it’s gonna be okay.”
Reki lays a palm on the back of Langa’s head and presses his face against him. Fists the other one in Langa’s shirt between his shoulder blades. There are people giving them sidelong glances; Miya skates past and almost knocks them down, and they scatter obligingly.
“I got you,” Reki says, and Langa breaks a little, but it is so good to hold him.
When he glances down at Langa’s feet, he sees the board there; something old and battered he left behind at the shop. Reki groans, but there is too much fondness in it.
“How long have you been skating on that broken down thing, Langa? Come on! We’re fixing this now.”
Langa blushes and grins and picks up the board.
“Okay,” he agrees brightly, and Reki has to look away.
Then, he takes his hand.
-
They skate together until it is late enough that Reki’s whole family is asleep, and then they creep into Reki’s room as quietly as they can. Reki leaves the lights off as they put their boards down, tossing his backpack on the floor.
Langa is standing in Reki’s room looking lost. His eyes are so wide; Langa is something fragile that would crumble under his fingers.
It would be so easy to destroy him, and that is terrifying. Reki thinks of the birds his grandmother used to have, the way they felt in his hand when he had to catch them— something small and fluttering and alive and if he held it wrong it would break and if he did not hold it tightly enough it would be gone forever.
Reki wants to keep him.
Reki wants to cry.
He surges forward and kisses Langa, both hands on his face, and then the tension between them shatters and they can’t get close enough. They fall on the bed together, tugging at each other’s clothes while trying to be quiet. Reki kisses Langa harder when he starts whimpering, struggling to get his hands where he wants them. There is a voice in Reki’s head telling him to slow down, telling him to wait, but he has been waiting so fucking long and Langa is under him and he will not stop.
Langa’s like silk against his fingers, wet and soft and when Reki touches him he sobs. Reki shushes him and presses their mouths together again, working him through it as he shakes.
“God, you’re so good, Langa,” Reki says, moving his fingers against Langa’s clit until he’s twitching and shoving his hand away.
Then he’s kissing Reki, tugging at his shorts with clumsy hands.
“Please, let me eat you out, Reki, please.”
It’s whispered. Breathless.
“Anything you want,” Reki says, tugging one leg out of his shorts and boxers so he can spread his thighs. “Still can’t believe I get to have you like this.”
Langa answers by whining and burying his face in Reki’s cunt, eyes rolling as he makes pitiful noises and reaches between his own legs to press his fingers inside. Reki is strung so tight already.
Reki has been strung tight for Langa since the day they met.
Reki is easy for him, and Langa is starved for everything Reki gives him. He tangles his fingers in Langa’s hair and touches his face and wipes away a tear that streaks down his cheek. Langa looks up at him with those pretty eyes and whimpers into his clit like it is more than he can stand just to taste him, and he comes apart.
It’s hard to rest, mostly because Langa will not stop pressing closer to him, and he will not stop pressing back, and they are still drowsy and whining into each other’s throats when the sun begins to rise but it doesn’t matter. He does not have work for a few days yet, and Kojiro doesn’t expect him at the restaurant until after sunset.
They hide in Reki’s blankets, in Reki’s bed.
Langa doesn’t let go of him, even when he drifts to sleep.
-
They walk into the restaurant late that night, windblown from skating with stupid smiles on their faces. They spent most of the day catching each other up on what happened over the last few months, even if Langa was leaving things out— Reki doesn’t need to hear it all, unless Langa needs to tell him. There are parts of it that make his blood boil to think about, and he isn’t sure he could listen to it all and not want to kill Adam with his bare hands all over again.
Mostly they teased each other about Kojiro and Kaoru. Both of them have spent the last few weeks being incredibly intimate with them, but walking into the restaurant to face the two of them with Langa by his side is still somehow nerve-wracking.
Then Langa gives his hand a squeeze and crosses the room, leaning down to give Kaoru a kiss like it is nothing; Kaoru takes it like it is nothing, brushing Langa’s hair out of his eyes and saying something soft that Reki cannot hear.
“Hey there doll face.”
Reki turns to face Kojiro at the bar, looking from him to Langa and Kaoru and back again. They were talking quietly and Kaoru was touching Langa’s face and Reki felt like he needed to sit down, or maybe lay on the floor. Kojiro grins, inclining his head to beckon Reki over. He doesn’t trip over his feet, which he’s pretty proud of when Kaoru and Langa are so close and Langa is giving Reki looks like he’s talking about him and it’s incredibly hot in the restaurant he thinks, maybe.
When he gets close enough Kojiro leans over the counter and tugs Reki in by his jacket, kissing him hard enough that he makes a surprised noise, looking a little stunned when Kojiro pulls away.
“Missed you,” he says, and he’s full of shit, because they saw each other the day before and they’ve been texting all evening.
Kojiro inclines his head again, this time towards Langa, who is staring with his lips parted, and oh. Okay.
Reki is not equipped to handle this, and he is not always a fast learner, but he is determined enough to make up the difference.
-
He’s right.
He’s wrong.
He is laying in Kojiro’s bed on his side with Kojiro behind him, fucking him so slowly that Reki wants to cry. Langa is pressed up against his chest, the two of them tangled up in one another kissing. Kaoru is behind Langa, a toy in his hand that he works in and out of Langa, just as slowly as Kojiro is moving in Reki.
Kaoru trails kisses up Langa's arm, over his shoulder, up his throat. His face is so close to Reki’s, and then he’s coaxing Reki and Langa apart to kiss him.
Kissing Kaoru is still something new. It is delicate, and precise, and Reki always feels like he is in over his head but in a good way. Langa’s got his fingers between Reki’s thighs, rubbing his clit between his fingers. Reki is doing his best to reciprocate but it is hard to think like this, under the weight of all their attention. He comes again, and they barely notice.
-
He’s in Kojiro’s bed with his face buried in Kaoru’s cunt when Kojiro gets home. Kojiro is taking Langa on a date, because they fuck in the same bed every other day but Langa still blushes when Kojiro flirts with him and it’s the cutest thing Reki has ever seen. He pauses in the doorway on his way to the bathroom, arms crossed as he takes in the sight of them together.
“Hey sweetheart,” he says, and both of them make distracted noises in response.
Reki is still shy about initiating things with Kaoru, so when he stretches and looks at Reki and asks if he wants to give him head, he’s not going to risk fucking it up by pulling off to chat with Kojiro.
“Oh okay, I see how it is. Y’all enjoy yourselves, don’t mind me.”
They make those same noises again, something between a hum and an acknowledgement as Kojiro shakes his head and goes to turn on the shower. Reki has already gotten Kaoru there once, but he didn’t push him away; he’s still sifting through Reki’s hair, scratching at his scalp.
Holding him in place. Fucking into his mouth.
They are still there when Kojiro gets out of the bathroom dressed for his date. He laughs and crosses over to the bed, turning Kaoru’s face towards him and kissing him. Reki resists at first when he tries to tug him off Kaoru, just to make Kojiro laugh— it works, and then they kiss, the taste of Kaoru between them.
“Don’t wait up,” Kojiro says as he’s leaving, Reki already nuzzled back between Kaoru’s thighs with his eyes closed.
He hopes Kaoru will come skating with him after this, but if not it’s fine.
Reki will go alone.
-
They go back to S to watch people skate now and then, but they always go together. They are royalty there in a way that probably makes Adam sick to his stomach. Adam does not show most of the time but his drones are ever-present; sometimes Reki waves and loudly says hello to Tadashi, and Langa hisses and grabs his hand to pull it down.
Then Reki kisses him, and it becomes a game; they see a drone in the air and someone grabs Langa and pulls him close. Kojiro picks him up sometimes, holds him like a new bride and presses his mouth to Langa’s cheek while he laughs and protests.
Miya is vocally disgusted by them, but when he wants to watch a match at S he makes sure to inform them all they’re going that night. Kojiro has to go back to the new restaurant to check in on things, and this time he is taking Langa with him. He’ll take the board Reki made for him, with a little box from Kaoru so they can watch Langa and Kojiro take meandering paths through the sidestreets of Tokyo.
The day they leave Reki stops by the flower shop to get something from Hiromi for Kaoru. Hiromi asks what he wants, and Reki makes a face.
I don’t know? Something PINK you idiot, and they bicker and shove each other around until he has something he’s happy with and heads home.
Kaoru is on the couch when he gets there, and he eyes the flowers but doesn’t say anything as Reki walks past him into the kitchen. The vases are in the cabinet under the sink. The knife he needs is in the second drawer to the left. He cleans up the leftover stems and wipes down the counter, bringing the vase into the living room when he is finished and setting it down on the coffee table in front of Kaoru without a word.
When Reki sits down he has a lapful of him, and he lays his palms on Kaoru’s thighs and wonders how long it will take before this feels like something he is stealing.
Then Kaoru kisses him, and he doesn’t think at all.