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Langa was… probably never taking advice from Miya ever again.
“Reki, why are you being weird?” he asked.
“Why you being weird to me?” Reki cried out, poking him in the chest with his index finger. “You said you wanted to get married!”
He blinked, not expecting the response to be so passionate. “When did I say that?”
“When you had the leg up- with your hand on my neck and the hand on the frontal-” he dramatically grabbed Langa’s collar, “and you was telling me shit! ‘I wanna marry you, I wanna change your life. I want you to get a life insurance policy on me- cause I’m running these streets real stupid.’” Reki pushed him back onto his bed, also taking a step back himself. “That’s what I heard you say!”
“Reki-”
“You need to be clear about what you want,” the redhead interrupted before breaking character. “I’m out of breath now.” he huffed. “Wowzers.”
Langa has a difficult time talking to people when he isn't really into the topic -- probably a result of him losing a parent and being left with a socially awkward mother for going on three years now. They had tried nearly everything to get him to be more talkative, from therapy to joining clubs and sports back in Canada, just before they moved to Okinawa, but nothing worked. So he was stuck like this; quiet, mysterious Langa.
Girls liked how he was at first, but once they realized that there wasn’t really much to him after actually trying to get to know him, they lost interest. Somehow, Reki stuck around, but that was probably because he talked enough for the both of them. Still, he wanted to be more out there, not just leave all of the heavy lifting to his friends, which was how he ended up (regrettably) talking to Miya about it.
“I just… can’t talk,” he said, frowning at the rough, cracked pavement below them. Terrible for skating on.
“Then quote memes or something to get a conversation going, I guess,” Miya shrugged offhandedly, prodding at his Nintendo Switch. “Would probably work perfectly for King Slime over there. He loves those kinds of things.”
So he did. It was a boring day, raining, and there was nothing much to do.
Quite frankly, though, this was the worst idea ever.
He rolled his eyes as Reki flopped down beside him. “You done now?”
“That was great!” Reki exclaimed, laughing. “I knew English was good for something.”
“You’re so weird, Reki.”
“Weird, asshole?”
Langa dodged as a tanned hand swung towards his face. He chuckled, “I meant ‘unique,’ Reki, I’m sorry.”
“No you aren’t!” he said, grabbing a pillow.
Langa leaped off the bed. “Wait, wait!” he shouted, crossing his forearms in front of his face to protect himself from the onslaught of blows. “I have an idea of how we can kill time.”
“I have an idea of how I can kill you-”
“Reki,” he said, grabbing his wrist and letting himself fall forward onto the other. He could feel their chests moving together where they touched. “I want to try that position. With the leg up.”
All movement ceased as Reki stared at him in disbelief. “With your massive dong? Absolutely not.”
He rolled to the side off of his boyfriend, giving him what he hoped was a pleading look. “Please, Reki? It sounds interesting.”
Reki frowned at him. “You want me to let you and your 9-inch weapon of mass destruction- hold on,” he held a hand up as Langa tried to interrupt, “I’m not finished. You want me to let you and Destructo Dick put your leg on my shoulder and fuck me ‘til what? I die?”
“Well,” Langa mused, “‘til you cum, but I guess if it kills you…”
“I hate you.”
“Reki-”
“You will not use me for experimentation with that dangerous sex position,” Reki scowled, turning his nose up at him.
Langa leaned forward, placing a hand on Reki’s thigh. In spite of himself, Reki perked up, and Langa knew that he’d already won. He maneuvered his way between the boy’s legs, sitting up on his knees and placing both of his hands on Reki’s hips. “Reki,” he said, feeling strong thighs tighten around his waist. “I know you want to try it.
Reki glared at him half heartedly before finally rolling his eyes. “Fine,” he huffed, throwing his arms out to the sides. “Do as you wish, Hasegawa.”
Langa rotated his hips, grinding small circles into the redhead. He ran his hands up under the boy's shirt, stroking his thumbs against smooth sides. “Reki,” he murmured. “You’re gonna love it. Probably.”
“Fine time to be unsure,” he remarked. He reached up to grab Langa’s face and pulled him into a slow, open-mouthed kiss. They made out languidly, the air slowly heating up around them. Langa’s hands wandered Reki’s chest and torso and his fingers softly tweaked his nipples. He felt him arch up into his hands and pinched a bit harder, drawing out a soft sigh from his boyfriend.
He loved this. Being able to feel him, touch him, so closely together that their breath intermingled. Once, Reki was so far away that Langa could barely see him in the distance, his voice fading into faint, rueful whispers. Reki was a force, a light beckoning to him through the darkness. He deserved everything because he gave everything.
He reached for Reki’s waistband, tugging his pants and boxers down in one fell swoop, and stood up from the bed to pull them all the way off. He pulled his own shirt over his head and unbuttoned his pants before focusing back on Reki’s form.
“Hm.” He slid one hand to Reki’s cock, jerking it once, firmly. “Do you want the whole thing to be rough, or just the 'fucking' part?”
Reki snorted. “What kind of question is that?” he asked, pulling harshly at Langa’s hair. “When have I ever not gone all in?”
Langa yanked Reki closer to him by the hips. “Of course,” he nodded, “you have been acting like a brat today. Maybe I should give you what you want.”
“A brat? Me? I think you’ve got the wro-on-ng-” his quip was cut off as Langa’s hand began to slowly move over his dick. “Langa,” he sighed. The taller boy smirked, bringing his other hand up high before striking it down onto Reki’s inner thigh. “Shit!”
“Like that?” asked Langa, doing it again. A spot was already beginning to bloom onto the sensitive skin. “Look at that pretty red.”
Reki fisted at his top, trying to pull it down and pull it off at the same time. “Langa, oh hell-”
Langa leaned back, allowing the other to sit up and remove the purple hoodie. He smiled as the rest of Reki’s body came into view, stopping to appreciate the strong chest and arm muscles. “Reki,” he sighed, leaning forward to suck a hickey into his skin. His thumbs rubbed harsh circles into each mark he made, ensuring that Reki would feel and see them for days on end.
Despite how much he loved the foreplay, though, he had a clear goal in mind that he was trying to reach. So, without much fanfare, he stood up, took his pants and underwear off, and flipped Reki onto his stomach. A sharp gasp escaped the boy’s mouth as Langa grabbed his waist and pulled him easily onto his knees, biting his lip at the arch in his toned back.
“Are you ready, Reki?” he asked, ghosting a hand down his back and between his ass cheeks.
“Just hurry up about it, idiot,” the boy grunted. “Don’t have all day.”
Langa tsk’d, smacking a hand down onto a tan cheek and reaching forward to grab Reki’s face in a tight grasp, forcing his neck into an awkward angle so that he could see the glistening brown eyes. “I wanna get married and change your life, Reki, but not if you’re gonna act like that.”
“Oh?” Reki said, cocking an eyebrow from the uncomfortable position. “Fuck me like it then.”
Langa grabbed the lube from the nightstand and popped it open, squeezing it directly onto Reki’s ass, making him jump. Rather than soothing him, he dug his nails into his lower back, before spearing two fingers into him without warning. Reki cried out, both pushing back and pulling away as the sensation overwhelmed him.
“She didn’t say anything for the prep,” offered Langa, ignoring the squirming mess beneath him, “so I’ll just have to improvise.” He continued to move his fingers methodically, curled and spread them until he found what he was looking for.
“Fuck, fuck,” Reki whined, canting his hips up desperately. “Langa, more!”
He pulled his fingers out, drawing another whine from the redhead. “Relax,” he huffed, leaning down to bite his ass cheek, earning a shout for his trouble. He sucked at it a bit before sitting back up and pushing three fingers in. “Just getting you ready for the main course.”
Reki attempted to swat at him, throwing an aimless hand back and hitting nothing. “We do not make hors d’oeuvre jokes in this bedroom.”
Langa just laughed, pulling his fingers out and smearing the excess lube over his cock. “So that was just as good as this?” he asked as he pushed his dick inside.
“Ahn! Fuck!” Reki shouted, slamming fists down on the bedding. “No! Mmm-”
Well. Time for the moment of truth.
Langa widened his stance and lifted one leg up onto the bed, dragging Reki back so that his feet were planted on the floor. He put his foot onto Reki’s shoulder and reached forward to grab his hair with one hand and his neck with the other. He could already feel the strain from the stretch, but judging from the sharp intake of breath from Reki as he slid impossibly deep, he figured that a little soreness would be worth it in the end.
“Langa…” Reki breathed, “It’s so much.”
“Want me to stop?” he asked, just in case.
Reki’s eyes widened. “No no no, stop and I’ll kill you.” Langa nodded, rearing back and slamming his hips into Reki’s ass. “Oh my god!”
Oh my god, indeed. This felt… this felt like an awakening. Whatever they were doing before this could not have possibly been sex, because what the hell?
‘Hit you like this here,’ he heard the lady’s voice play in his head. ‘Mang, mang, mang- leg up-”
“One hand on neck, one hand on frontal,” he whispered reverently as he continued to pound into his boyfriend.
“Your frontal off!” cried Reki, white-knuckling the sheets.
He thrusted a few more times before pulling out and admiring the quivering mess that was his boyfriend.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. Then he shoved the boy’s head deeper into the mattress and spread him open. He leaned forward and spit. The still tight hole glistened with lube and saliva. “What was it? Thumb to the butt?” He pushed in with one of his thumbs, in awe of how easily Reki opened up for him.
“Lil thumb to the butt,” Reki borderline whimpered, “go lower, eat the pussy- mmph!”
Langa leaned down and sucked one of Reki’s balls into his mouth, slobbing around it and letting spit drip down to his chin. He swirled his tongue, releasing it to lick at his perineum and suck on the other one. Reki damn near sobbed as he reached a hand between his thighs and pumped his cock a few times.
The bluenette would bet, however, that Reki did not expect him to pull it down and start sucking his dick from the back, as he howled loudly as soon as Langa did. “Langa!” he screamed wetly, hips bucking into the wet suction of Langa’s mouth. “Fuck, fuck, shit, Langa, oh-” His moans cut off into a soundless scream as Langa abruptly pulled back and shoved his cock inside again.
“Reki,” he moaned, voice sounding strangled as he struggled to comprehend how the hell any of this was happening. “Oh God, Reki, marry me- I wanna marry you-”
“Yeah?” Reki managed to get out. “Wanna change my life? You already- already-“
He gasped and came, spilling all over the bedding, ass tightening deliciously around Langa’s cock. His limbs trembled and his entire body went limp, laying prettily for Langa to continue to devour.
“Reki --fuck Reki-- so good,” he moaned, jackhammering into him, leg still up high on the bed. Reki’s ass bounced every time he slammed against him, but it wasn’t enough, he just needed an extra-
“Yes, baby, fuck,” Reki whimpered, tightening as much as his overstimulated body would allow, and it was enough to do him in.
He came deep inside of Reki, moving his leg off of the bed so he could pull him upright and hold him tight against his chest. The other’s head rested limply on his shoulder as they panted for air together, both close to collapsing where they stood.
“Oh my god,” Reki sighed at last.
Langa dropped his head onto his shoulder, turning them both so that they toppled over onto the bed. "Wassit good?,” he slurred as his eyes drooped.
Reki snorted. He attempted to sit up, but his legs trembled uncontrollably. "Oh, I can't move," he said. "Well, if you want me to marry you, then I guess you’d better haul ass to the bathroom and get me a warm towel.”
He huffed, calling on some unknown strength to lift him back out of bed. “Fine. I guess I walked into that one.”
“Mhm,” Reki hummed. “Better hurry before I go crying in front of your mom’s house.”
“Why you being weird?” Langa asked on his way out. Reki’s laughter filled response was faint as it followed him into the hallway.
“Why you being weird to me?”