Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

“Hey Reki?” calls Langa's anxious voice from the living room, throwing the couch cushions left and right over his shoulders. “Have you seen my hoodie anywhere?”

Looking down from the comic in his grasp, a blush paints itself across Reki’s cheeks. Hung from his lanky body was Langa’s favourite hoodie, a deep grey colour, almost rustic looking. “Uh.. which one?” Responds Reki, listening out as Langa groans. 

“My favourite one, ya know?” 

Langa’s footsteps begin to echo around the apartment, and Reki hides his face behind his comic when Langa stops in their bedroom doorway. Arms crossed, Langa quirks a brow, leaning himself against the wall. “I guess I know where it is, now.” 

Chuckling softly, Reki lowers the comic, a sheepish smile on his lips. “Sorry babe, it was just laying on the bed, looking so comfy. How could I not put it on?”

Rolling his eyes, Langa gives a laugh. Stalking over, he takes a seat beside Reki’s sprawled out figure, nudging his chin up with his forefinger. “Shouldn’t relationships be fifty fifty then?”

Reki furrows his brows in confusion. “What’d you mean?”

“I mean, I let you wear my hoodie, and I get to fuck you in it.” Says Langa, smirking down at Reki with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Reki gasps quietly. “Fifty fifty.”

Licking his lips, Reki places his comic on the bedside table, sitting himself up against the headboard. “Okay,” he squeaks, a dark red blush making its way across his cheeks and up his neck, igniting a fire deep in Langa’s  gut. “Fifty fifty.”

Grinning, Langa all but pounces on top of Reki, slotting their lips together. Reki melts into the kiss in an instant, wrapping his arms around Langa’s neck and whimpering as their tongues slide together in a choreographed manner. Two dancers, drifting together across a stage. Langa’s leg finds its way between Reki’s thighs, grinding down ever so softly, and Reki gasps, breaking away. His face is bright red, lips already swollen and his hair a mess. Langa couldn’t get enough of it. 

Taking a step back, Langa grabs Reki by the waist and flips him onto his stomach, lube already in hand. Reki’s sweatpants and underwear are ripped off his legs in an overly eager manner, landing somewhere on the carpeted floor behind Langa’s shoulder. Reki raises his ass on instinct, gasping softly at the cold lube that pours down his ass, before Langa’s finger is pressing it in, grinning wickedly. 

“Fuck, you’re tight baby.” Langa mutters, sliding in a second finger that has Reki lurching forward with a whimper. “Can’t wait to get my cock inside you.”

Reki moans, arching his spine at the brush of Langa’s fingers over his prostate, pleasure rushing through his veins. “L..Langa,” He stammers, breath shaky. “St..stop teasing.”

Chuckling, Langa shoves in one last finger, slamming directly against that damn spot. Reki howls, gripping tightly at the bedsheets. Small whimpers escape his lips, humming in time with the thrusts of the three fingers knuckle deep inside him. Fuck. 

“So pretty.” Langa’s voice rumbles, muffled slightly by Reki’s back, teeth dancing and sinking into the soft caramel skin. “So good for me, baby.”

Biting his lower lip, Reki whines all high in the back of his throat. It was times like these that Langa showed his true colours. Showed just how dominating, rough and sadistic he could be. It made Reki’s skin burn, the pleasure of Langa’s fingers working him open, his mouth biting and sucking marks into his skin like the possessive bastard he is, and Langa’s words all driving him closer to the edge.

“Langa,” Reki gasps out, arching his back further at the sharp scrape of teeth against his tailbone. “Fuck me. Please, just fuck me, babe. I’m ready.. I.. I need you..”

A chuckle is given in response, before Reki is feeling the weight of Langa’s chest over his now hoodie covered back, the skater's hand trailing under the soft material, fingers tickling Reki’s chest. Langa’s hand is then grabbing hold of Reki’s chin in a forceful manner, tipping his head back so that they were eye to eye. Reki whimpers, the arch of his neck close to painful.

“What’s the magic word?” Langa’s voice is soft like velvet, with a hint of gutheral roughness that has Reki’s arms shaking. The glint in his partners eye unnerving, fucking possessive. Reki thrived off of it. “Come on, darling. You know it.”

A deep crimson ignites over Reki’s cheeks, and he tries to look away, only for Langa to take hold of his throat and squeeze the sides ever so slightly, choking a gasp from the redhead's mouth. “Nuh uh.” Tuts Langa, shaking his head. “Don’t look away from me. Answer the question.”

The hold around Reki’s neck tightens and his eyes roll back, a soft moan slipping from his lips. “Please fuck me.. Daddy.” 

Fire. That's all Reki can see in Langa’s gaze. The fucker got off on seeing Reki a blushing, embarrassed mess, and got even more off on hearing him call him that name. It came about by accident. Reki and Langa were going at it in Reki’s bed, when Langa picked up the pace to the point it felt as though the bed were going to break. Reki had cried out, “Ah! Daddy!” before he could even stop himself and the look Langa gave him made his blood pump faster than ever before.

Reki didn’t even get a chance to explain himself before Langa was ordering him to say it again, flipping Reki onto his stomach and fucking him senseless with his face pressed into the mattress. Ever since then, Langa couldn’t get enough of it. And even though it was embarrassing to say, Reki couldn’t get enough of it either.

“Good boy.”

In one quick motion, Langa’s fingers are disappearing from Reki’s hole, forcing a whine of despair out of the redhead. Langa hushes him, the sound of the condom wrapper being ripped echoing throughout the air, along with the flick of the cap of lube. Reki sinks his thighs open as far as he can, chest pressing against the mattress, cheek rubbing against the sheets, looking up at Langa through thick lashes.

A smirk is painted across Langa’s lips, his eyes a clear indication that Reki wasn’t going to get it easy, not that Reki was complaining. With a hand on his hip, Reki is pulling himself from his fantasies, sighing at the feeling of the head of Langa’s cock circling his entrance.

“Ngh,” Reki whines. “Fuck me, daddy. Please .”

Langa doesn’t waste any time, inching forward slowly before slamming the rest of the way in, bottoming out with a growl. Reki chokes on a gasp, unable to breathe as Langa sets up a fucking rough pace, the bed already moving across the floor. “Fuck!” Reki all but squeals, panting and gasping in breaths. “Fuck, Langa!”

The sound of skin slapping echoes throughout the air, along with groans and whimpers, erratic breaths and the scraping of the bed legs. The hand on the back of Reki’s neck holds him in place as Langa thrusts into him, absolutely brutal, over and over and over again. It has Reki wailing and whimpering, knuckles turning white at the harsh grip on the bed sheets. 

Reki moans, lets his desperate noise go on and on, keens and lays there and just fucking takes it, can't even properly brace himself for each and every thrust. Langa fucks him so deep, so fucking hard, his cock heavy and so thick inside of him.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby.” Langa is saying, pulling Reki from his thoughts and slamming a hand down on his right asscheek. Reki yelps, the high pitched sound dragging into a sickly sweet moan. “Such a good boy for me, right baby? Are you a good boy for your daddy?”

Reki nods, gasping in a breath. “Yes, daddy! Good for you, so good.”

Langa chuckles in amusement, taking hold of the hood of the jumper and tugging, forcing Reki’s head back, choked slightly by the material against his throat. Reki whines, a croaky sound as he frantically grasps onto the hoodie against his neck, Langa’s thrusts becoming borderline sadistic. Reki felt as though he were going to pass out. Small ‘ah, ah, ah’s’ leave his lips, body burning under the force of Langa’s thrusts, hitting that goddamn spot each and every time. Langa thrusts up into him, hard and merciless. Reki whimpers pitifully. Then, Langa is curling his hand around Reki’s small throat, squeezing the sides ever so slightly and forcing the smaller boy against his chest, skin flush together.

“F-fuck!” Reki croaks weakly, throwing his head back.

With a small pull on his throat, Langa is slotting their lips together, rocking his hips almost lazily inside of Reki. Unimpressed, Reki whines, trying his hardest to rock his hips and failing at the hand that curls into his hair, tugging. “No, baby.” Langa tells him lowly, “don’t be naughty.”

Reki sobs as his face is pushed into the covers, Langa’s hands grabbing his wrists roughly and pulling, forcing Reki’s hips against Langa’s with each and every thrust. “Fuck!” He wails, tears pooling down his cheeks. 

The force of Langa’s thrusts was becoming borderline painful, but Reki is nothing but resilient, gasping and whimpering like a dog in heat. Langa grins. "You like that, baby boy?" He asks, even though he knows the answer. He just wanted to hear Reki’s wrecked voice.

"Love it, love it, Langa.." Reki hears the way his voice melts into small gasps and a long 'ah!' when Langa tugs his hair by the roots, letting his knuckles scrape against his scalp almost painfully.

"Such a fucking cockslut, aren't you?" Langa growls at him, and all Reki can do is nod, licking his lips and tasting the saltiness of his sweat coated skin.

His body drops back onto the bed once more, Langa’s hands now on his waist, fingers digging painfully into the tan skin. Reki’s eyes fall closed, whimpering and whining as his body is used over and over again, pain and pleasure flowing through his veins.

But then, to Reki’s distaste, Langa stops. Glancing over his shoulder, Reki takes in Langa’s now sprawled out figure, back leaning against the bedroom wall, as if waiting for Reki to clamber into his lap and ride his cock like a fucking champ. 

Arching a brow, Langa leans forward and grabs a handful of the hoodie hanging from Reki’s limps, tugging him forward roughly. Reki stumbles with a gasp, landing across Langa’s lap, his cheeks heating up. “Get up.” Langa snaps, his tone used only when they were like this, Reki’s heart racing. “Ride daddy's dick, baby.”

Reki doesn’t need to be told twice. Scrambling up, Reki throws one of his legs over Langa, slowly lowering himself down on Langa’s cock. He moans weakly, legs shaking as he bottoms out, the head of Langa’s thick cock hitting that fucking spot that made Reki see stars.

He yelps, falling against Langa’s chest, and is only given a few seconds to suck in deep breaths before Langa is forcing his head back with a hand in his hair, eyes burning with desire. “Move those fucking hips, baby.” 

Rolling his hips back and forth, Reki clamps a hand over his mouth, keeping the pathetic sobs so desperately wanting to escape his lips at bay. The sight makes Langa growl in an irritated manner, reaching his hand forward and grasping Reki’s throat. The redhead chokes out a gasp, hand dropping from swollen lips to Langa’s wrist, eyes filling with further tears. 

“Don’t ever cover your mouth, you hear me?” Langa snarls, tugging Reki forward, so close he could feel Langa’s breath fanning over his face. Reki nods, whimpering. “I don’t care how embarrassing it is for you, when I’m fucking you, I get to hear your pathetic sounds. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” Reki whispers. His heart was thrumming, thighs trembling at Langa’s sadistic behaviour. It was rare for this side of Langa to come out, but when it did, Reki knew he wasn’t going to last long.

Dropping the hand from around Reki’s throat, Langa takes hold of the boy's hips, digging his fingers into the soft skin and forcing Reki to bounce up and down on his cock, wailing, whining, head thrown back. “F..fuck!” He cries out, the pent up orgasm rising high in his stomach. “Langa.. I’m gonna..”

“Come for me,” Langa tells him, locking their eyes together. “But just know, after you come, I’m not stopping till I do.”

The words have Reki spilling over the edge, screaming Langa’s name as he becomes limp, eyes hazy and body burning. Langa doesn’t give him time to recover, pulling him off his dick and slamming him back onto his stomach. Fingers trail up over his arse and rest on the curve of his spine, pushing down once more. A whine slips through Reki’s lips as his back begins to arch almost painfully, and he could only imagine the expression on Langa’s face. “Good boy.” Praises Langa, kissing the dimples on his lower back. “Now hold that arch.”

Then, Reki’s wrists are being held forcefully against his back, the smooth material of Langa’s red tie tying around his wrists tightly. Reki can’t help but sigh happily. “Look so good for me, baby.”

And then, slamming inside roughly, Reki gasps as the breath is knocked from his lungs. The hand on the back of his neck holds him in place as Langa sets a merciless pace almost immediately, ramming his hips forward over and over again. It’s one that has Reki wailing and whimpering helplessly.

Langa pulls back slowly before driving in once more, fast and hard, and Reki moans, lets his desperate noise go on and on, keens and lays there and just fucking takes it. He can’t even properly brace himself for each and every thrust. Reki almost blacks out.

“Holy fuck!” Reki yelps, arching his back further into the thrusts, wrists tugging at the material that binds them together. 

Through all their months together, sneaking around and fucking under the covers, Langa had never been so rough, so fucking mean before. And for Reki to say he loved it was an understatement.

Knocking him from his thoughts, Langa is snapping his hips forward one last time, before his thrusts begin to grow messy, more erratic, filled with need. “Fuck,” He growls against Reki’s ear, holding on tight to the hood of the jersey still hanging on Reki’s body. “So.. close.”

The words have Reki moaning softly, mumbling dirty incoherent praises under his breath, forcing Langa over the edge. With a shout and the painful feeling of teeth sinking into Reki’s shoulder, Langa is coming, hard, falling boneless on top of Reki's aching, trembling body.

“Holy fuck.” Reki whispers once Langa has caught his breath, the two of them cuddling into one another. 

“Yeah.” Langa breathes in response, kissing the crown of Reki’s head. “Holy fuck alright.”

Snorting, Reki pats Langa’s chest lovingly. “God, I know for a fact I’m not going to be able to walk for a fucking month.”

Langa gives a laugh, rubbing a hand up and down Reki’s back, under the soft material of the hoodie. “That means no skating, mister.”

“You know that won’t stop me.”

“You mean like last time?”

“Shut up.” Whines Reki, pouting. “And by last time, what do you mean?”

Langa rolls his eyes fondly. “Two weeks ago. You refused to get on your skateboard because supposedly I had ‘broken’ you.”

“It sure as hell felt like it.” Reki leans his head against Langa’s chest, breathing out a soft sigh. “I don’t think you realise the damage you caused.”

It was Langa’s turn to snort this time. “Sure, babe.”

Chapter Text

Langa had this thing with Reki’s body. He couldn’t stop trying to touch it, to mark it with his teeth and have Reki whimpering and writhing beneath him. It was beautiful, slight muscle held in his stomach along with caramel skin and perfect pink nipples that were sensitive to the touch. Scars and bruises lingered here and there, but Langa adored every inch of Reki. From his dorky personality to his anxious, embarrassed, depressed side that the red head refused to show anyone but Langa. Everything about him was perfect.

Any chance that Langa got did he pin Reki up against a wall or shove him possessively down on his bed, ripping his shirt off and marking that gorgeous sun kissed skin. Other times when Langa had his mother’s car to take Reki on a non-skate related date, he would pull the lever of Reki’s seat and climb on top of him, kissing his plump lips until they were pink and swollen and sore, Reki’s hands grasping at Langa’s hair.

A lot of the time Langa found himself distracted during class. Staring fondly at the red head who sketched all over his books, thinking of all the things he could do to him once they got home. It was embarrassing for Reki, having someone so obsessed with him and loving him like he wished he loved himself. Langa knew this, but he couldn’t stop himself. Reki was like a drug, and Langa was high on it. 

Whenever Reki caught Langa staring during class or study at their homes, forced to be in front of their parents due to incidents involving Reki’s sister Koyomi and Langa’s mother, his face would turn bright red and he would try to hide away. It was adorable, the way Reki’s cheeks would heat up and Langa always made the boy remove his hands from his face so he could remember the image forever.

There was one thought in particular that kept Langa awake late in the night, getting off under the covers. Reki, perched on his knees, eyes dazed and mouth wide open, dripping with saliva as Langa finally stops fucking his face, growling at him to keep his pretty mouth open and to hold his pecs together. The thought alone had Langa cumming at least three times, sometimes more, wishing for the dream to come true. And luckily, it finally does.

Langa’s mother was leaving for a few days for work, and was trusting Langa to be home alone. She knew she could, he was responsible, but she feared coming home to Reki and Langa fucking on the couch. After voicing her fears, Langa was a blushing mess, assuring her that it wouldn’t happen. (Again). Last time was an accident, and Langa had gotten much better at moving them from places to fuck Reki senseless.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, Langa goes into Reki’s contact.

Langa: mums heading out of town for a few days, wanna come over? 

Reki is quick to respond, as usual.

Reki: hell yeah!

Ever the enthusiast, Langa shakes his head at his boyfriend's oblivious mind. 

Langa: wear those red panties I like. 

This time, Reki is slower with his response, and Langa could only imagine the blush igniting over his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

Reki: ohhh, okay Langa ;) 

Langa: hurry up, if you’re late I might rethink being nice to you 

Reki: yes sir

Langa smirks. Reki acted confident over text, yet, when he was with Langa, he was a blushing, embarrassed mess, shy and desperate to hide himself. It was rather adorable.

Changing from his school attire, Langa puts on the grey sweatpants that drove Reki insane, for what reason? Langa didn’t know. But he didn’t give a fuck, what Reki likes Reki gets. He throws on a plain shirt and walks back into the living room, waiting patiently on the couch.

It isn’t long before Reki’s familiar, urgent knock is being made at the front door. Smiling to himself, Langa gets up and unlocks the door, pulling it open. Reki is wearing his usual yellow hoodie, paired with tight, high waisted jeans he knows Langa goes crazy for. 

“Hey, babe.” Reki says, over confident, and Langa just rolls his eyes.

Grabbing Reki by the collar of his hoodie, Langa is tugging him inside, slamming him against the now closed door. Reki gasps, smiling shyly under Langa’s gaze. 

“Did you do as you were told?” Langa asks, quirking a brow.

Reki blushes. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

Tutting, Langa crashes their lips together in a heated kiss, lifting Reki into his arms and walking them into his room. Reki was a whining mess already, making those sweet sweet noises every time their tongues brushed. It drove Langa insane.

Langa throws Reki roughly onto his bed, grabbing him by the ankles and pulling. Reki giggles as he slides, watching Langa eagerly rip his jeans and hoodie off, growling at the sight of the red, lace panties hugging Reki beautifully. 

“Beautiful, baby.” Whispers Langa, kissing Reki’s inner thighs. 

Rising his back off the bed, Reki moans, throwing his head back. Reki could already tell he was in for it tonight. 

After sucking a few marks into Reki’s skin and making him get all hot and bothered, Langa is forcing the red head onto his knees, hand held roughly in his hair. Reki goes with the motion obediently, blinking up at Langa with glazed over amber eyes. Fuck . Langa thinks to himself. He’s already gone.

“You floating, honey?” Langa questions, tapping Reki’s cheek.

Reki hums, eyes fluttering. “Yeah..” he sighs. 

Langa bites his lip. Whenever they got intimate, Reki was one to slip, his head becoming soft and floaty. It was absolutely adorable. Langa knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t stop himself from unzipping his pants and releasing his hard and aching cock with a deep groan. Reki is looking up at him through thick lashes in an instant, fumbling to spread his thighs and cup his hands over his knees just the way Langa likes him to sit. 

“Good boy, you feeling good, baby?”

Reki nods, keening when Langa removes his head band from his hair, the fiery red strands falling over his eyes. Langa’s hand thrusts through the thick, soft hair, holding it roughly and tugging Reki’s head up slightly, smirking down at him. Reki whimpers.

Langa gives his dick a few quick pumps, smirk widening at the sight of Reki’s mouth falling open, just waiting for it to be filled. Tugging Reki’s hair, knuckles scraping painfully over his scalp, Langa places the head of his cock in front of Reki’s mouth. “Take it, baby.” he says lowly, and Reki does as he’s told, slipping the aching, leaking cock into his warm mouth.

A groan, deep and gutheral, escapes Langa’s lips, his head falling back at the feeling of Reki’s tongue swirling around the head, before swallowing down as much of Langa’s cock as he can. “Fuck.” Langa hisses, arousal pooling through his veins. “Just like that, baby. Just like that.”

Reki whines at the praise, a shiver running down his spine. The heavy weight of Langa’s cock in his mouth, on his tongue, hitting the back of his throat every so often and sounding a gag, was something Reki could never get enough of. Whenever Langa was stressed with their work load from school, or frustrated after a beef at S, Reki would take Langa deep in his throat and let him fuck his face however rough he wanted. 

Both teens thrived off the feeling of being so close, of having a way to help and to release some pent up frustration. And fuck, when Reki got floaty, he was more noisy than usual, whining all high in the back of his throat, eyes soft and hands gripping Langa’s thighs, Langa seriously wished he had his phone to take a picture, keep this beautiful moment in his photos.

“God, baby.” Langa whispers, voice husky, hips thrusting back and forth slowly to allow Reki time to understand what he was desperate to do. “If only I had a camera, record you sucking my cock, show everyone what a fucking cock slut you are.”

Reki can’t speak with his mouth so full, but the thought has his own dick twitching with interest. He shuts his eyes, moaning shyly, and relaxes his throat as much as he can to allow Langa to drive his cock in deeper. It’s almost like he’s trying to prove something, prove that he is a good boy, a cock slut, Langa’s cockslut. His heart is hammering deep in his chest, mind fuzzy, a fluttery feeling flowing through his limbs.

Thrusting his hips forward with a sharp snap, Langa buries himself deep in Reki’s throat, right to the hilt.  Reki gags, eyes blowing wide and spit flowing from the corner of his mouth, but Langa doesn't stop, for Reki doesn't want him to, no matter how desperate he is for air. Langa’s thrusts are quick, fucking rough, and Reki’s heart soars.

"Fuck, you're amazing." Langa is growling from above him, keeping Reki’s head steady and just fucking using him. Taking full advantage of their strength difference, Langa pulls Reki’s head up and down, giving Reki no choice but to just take the rough treatment. 

Reki’s nails dig into Langa’s thighs, eyes watering. His jaw was slack and starting to ache, the swoops of arousal in his gut making him shiver. 

Langa’s thumb moves suddenly, finding the corner of Reki’s mouth and forcing it open wider as he fucks his face. "So good, baby. Such a good cock slut," Langa praises, head falling back. "You were made to choke on my cock."

Reki wants so desperately to nod, but can't at the way Langa was holding him. He moans, and Langa takes that as his response, slamming his cock straight back down Reki’s throat, tilting Reki’s head back just the slightest. At this, the angle is a little off, and Reki gags, fucking hard, that his entire body heaves, throat constricting around Langa’s cock. Spit pools in Reki’s mouth, spilling down the corners of his lips, and Langa throws his head back, cursing. 

Forcing himself to take in a deep breath, Reki pushes his face forward, urging more of Langa’s cock down his throat, nose hitting Langa’s skin. Langa chuckles. “That’s it, my little cock slut. Show me what you can do.”

Reki’s mind turns to static, and he scrambles to do as he’s told, bobbing his head up and down in an erratic manner, Langa’s hands disappearing from his hair to allow him to do what he liked, groaning above Reki. Blinking, Reki looks up at Langa through wet lashes, hollowing his cheeks at the sight. Lets his tongue play with the underside of Langa’s cock in the way he knows he adores. Langa tugs on Reki’s hair once more, pulling him in, and taking the opportunity to jam his cock down Reki’s throat, grinding down and making him choke on it for real.

Reki lets out small puffs through his nose as best he can, but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t getting harder to breathe by the second. Not that Reki was complaining, he was always up for a challenge, even with his head as soft and floaty as it was. “That’s it,” He hears Langa groan, wiping the few tears falling down Reki’s cheeks. “Just like that, breathe through your nose baby, being so good.”

Reki gags as Langa forces him forward one last time, whimpering, before Langa is pulling him off abruptly by his hair. Reki retches hoarsely, coughing and gulping in deep breaths, throat and lungs burning. Biting his lip, Reki forces his mouth around Langa’s cock, opening his throat in a way that would keep him from gagging. Langa groans, and grabs Reki’s hair once more, fucking his face.

“Fuck, baby.” Langa hisses. His voice is so fucking deep and raspy, Reki can’t help but whimper. The vibrations from his throat go straight to Langa’s cock and he groans roughly, pulling on Reki’s hair harder than ever before, and Reki knows he’s getting close. “God, moan for me again, honey.”

In all honesty, Reki thinks he might cry. Spit and precum begins to drool down the sides of his mouth and down his chin, whimpering. Langa’s groans were growing louder, thrusts more sloppy as he grew closer and closer. The sight alone had Reki’s cock hardening between his thighs, and he has to fight the urge to grind down on the floor like a fucking bitch in heat, whining all high in the back of his throat.

Letting out a hiss of arousal, Langa pulls Reki off his cock with a harsh tug of his hair, wrapping his hand around his cock and pumping in fast motions. “Open that pretty mouth, baby.” He breathes, gazing down at Reki through half lidded eyes. “Push those pecs together.”

Blushing furiously, Reki does as he’s told, placing his hands on either side of his chest and pushing his pecs together, mouth falling open, tongue sticking out. “Fuck.” Mutters Langa, growing closer and closer by the second. “So beautiful, baby. So good for me.”

Reki whimpers all high in his throat at the praise, and Langa curses, spilling his orgasm all over Reki’s face and down his chest, erratic pants echoing high in the air as Langa rubs himself through his high. Reki chases Langa’s release, swallowing the few drops that landed on his tongue. 

Sticky, white cum sticks to his chest, hands still pressing his pecs together until Langa slumps against his bed, panting. His face was hot, his entire body was hot, skin sweaty, chest heaving. Fuck. Sudden whines attack his ears and he sits up, looking down at the floor to find Reki grinding down against the carpet, chasing his own orgasm. 

Langa chuckles. “C’mere, baby.” he drawls, grabbing Reki’s arms and lifting him into his lap. “Grind on my thigh, show me what a fucking slut you are.”

Moaning softly, Reki grasps Langa’s shoulders in a tight rip, rolling his hips back and forth over and over again, burying his face in Langa’s neck. Tutting, Langa takes Reki’s throat in his hand, ripping his head up and forcing their lips together, Reki’s moan swallowed by Langa’s mouth.

In just a few seconds, Reki was whining, keening, and Langa took the opportunity to slip his hand into Reki’s panties and swirl a finger around his hole, pressing inside the tight heat. Reki cries out at the feeling, spilling himself all over his panties, breaking the kiss and falling boneless on Langa’s body, panting heavily. 

Langa holds Reki through his orgasm, whispering sweet nothings in his ear that has the red head mewling, sighing into Langa’s neck. “Fuck.” He mutters after a few moments of silence, voice hoarse and breaking, throat burning, jaw aching. “I sound and feel wrecked.”

Langa laughs, pressing a loving kiss to Reki’s temple. “Did you have fun?”

“Of course I did, you possessive shit.” Reki chides, kissing Langa's cheek.

A smile tugs at the corners of Langa’s lips. “You love it.”

“I do.”

Chapter Text

“Hey, Langa?” Reki’s voice calls, a certain anxious tinge to it that has Langa’s head rising from his book in an instant and gazing in the redheads direction. Reki stood in front of the sink, washing dishes in an almost erratic manner, something the skater only did when he was anxious. “Can.. Can I ask you something?”

Even if Langa had not picked up on Reki’s rather higher pitch tone of voice, the use of his name instead of one of Reki’s adorable pet names had Langa’s heart racing just the slightest. Reki hardly ever called Langa by his name, only if he were angry or stuck in a depressive episode that left him stuck in bed for almost two weeks. “You know you can,” Replies Langa, watching as Reki hunches in on himself in embarrassment. He beckons him over with a soft smile, holding his hands out for the redhead to take, a simple gesture Langa acted out that always set Reki at ease. “Ask away.”

“Um..” Bowing his head, Reki squeezes Langa’s hands a few times, rocking back and forth on his heels. Another anxious habit. “I.. I was wondering, could.. Could we try some things?” It comes out soft, and Reki curses himself for being so scared to spit the words out. This was Langa he was talking to. His boyfriend of three years, who he’d been living with for over a year, who loved him more than anything. There was no need to be afraid, yet, Reki’s mind kept fucking him over. 

Langa tilts his head in the way that he does when he’s confused, or unsure how to react. Much like when he found out Reki had been taken to a love hotel, and had only just been told a few months ago what in the fuck a love hotel was. “In what way?”

Reki bites his lip. “You know.. To.. I dunno.. Spice things up..”

A certain glint washes over Langa’s eyes, and he nods, finally understanding. “Of course, babe.” Says Langa, sounding rather excited. “What did you have in mind?”

Well, that was easier than he thought. Reki seriously believed he would have to explain further what he meant, Langa (and himself) wasn’t always fast to catch onto things. For a few moments, Reki can’t speak, the blush igniting across his cheeks the same colour as his hair, hands tearing away from Langa’s to cover his hot face. In an instant, Langa is pulling Reki in by his waist, lifting him into his lap with a great ease that had Reki blushing further. 

“Come on, love.” Encourages Langa, cupping Reki’s cheek. “You can tell me. No need to get all shy on me.”

The sickly sweet pet name Langa insisted on calling Reki has butterflies fluttering inside of Reki’s chest, head bowing. “Stop,” He all but whines, hiding his face in his hands once more. 

Langa watches on in confusion. “Stop what?”

Reki groans. “You know how being called that makes me feel.”

Oh. Langa can’t help but grin. The last time Langa had called Reki love, the red head looked as though his head had filled with cotton, eyes becoming glazed over and cheeks heating up with a beautiful rose pink. It had Reki becoming floaty, almost sleepy. “Oh,” Langa nods. “Sorry, babe.”

Shaking his head, Reki sighs. “Okay.. um.. I.. I want you to try.. Manhandling me.” Whispers Reki, clearing his throat. Langa’s eyes light up. “Spank me, pull my hair, choke me, finger me roughly.. Whatever you’re down to do.”

Langa really liked the sound of that. 

Slotting their lips together, Langa shoves his tongue into Reki’s mouth, pinning him up against the edge of the bench. Reki whimpers, before falling into the rhythm of Langa’s fast working lips, throwing his arms around the blue haired boy's neck and moaning when he’s lifting into Langa’s arms, carried all the way to their bedroom. 

Throwing Reki onto the bed, Langa crawls over top of him, rolling their hips together with a grin. “I’m down for all of that,” He breathes into Reki’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. Reki moans, arching up into the touch and grinding, only to be denied with a hand around his throat, squeezing just the slightest on the sides and slamming his head back onto the bed. “Did I say you could grind your hips, darling?”

Langa’s tone is filled with authority and dominance, sending waves and waves of pleasure through Reki’s body. Fuck, if he knew Langa was going to uptake the role of being even more dominating and playing out Reki’s kinks, Reki would have told him months ago. “No..” Whispers Reki, moaning as the hand tightens. 

Tutting, Langa is spinning them around, sitting upright, before his hand grabs a chunk of Reki’s hair and rips his head back, throwing him like a ragdoll over Langa’s lap. Reki whimpers in a pitiful manner, biting his lower lip in innocence, and looks up at Langa with those amber, doe eyes. “I’m sorry, sir.” By the look that crosses Langa’s face, Reki knows sorry won’t cut his behaviour. 

A moan slips off his tongue at the feeling of Langa’s elbow digging into the curve of his spine, arching his back further and lifting his ass just above Langa’s crotch. “Safe word?” Asks Langa, arching a brow down at the other. 

“Red.”

“Goodboy.”

‘Whack!’

Reki cries out, the breath knocking from his lungs and leaving him whimpering. He squirms in place, biting his lip and feeling the stinging tingle that Langa’s large and calloused hand had whacked into his skin. Langa had hit him right in the middle of his ass, both cheeks where he knew would hurt Reki the most. Skin burning like his red cheeks, Reki digs his teeth into his lower lip. Fuck.

Rubbing his hand softly over Reki’s arse, Langa smirks. If only Reki had spoken up about this earlier, maybe then Langa wouldn’t be holding himself back from smacking Reki any harder. “That’s one, love.” Langa tells him, grabbing a handful of Reki’s hair and ripping his head back, forcing a cry from Reki’s lips. “Count.”

Gulping, Reki sucks in a shaky breath. “One..”

Another harsh spank is made on Reki's skin, painful and harder than the first. He forces himself not to make a sound, gritting his teeth and breathing deeply. “Two.” Whispers Reki, sounding pained, voice cracking. Surely Langa wouldn’t go any harder than that?

Wrong.

The next slap that is made, Reki lurches forward with a whimper, blood swelling from his lip. “Three!”

“That’s it.” Langa says gently, the fucking asshole. “Just two more.”

Reki can’t believe it when it’s over. His arse cheeks no doubt covered in bright red, irritated hand prints, burning and stinging, but with a small hint of pleasure that has his skin tingling. He goes to move, slowly, when Langa’s hand grabs at his hair once more and forces him back down.

“Did I say you could move?” He snaps, arching a brow when Reki looks up at him with those doe amber eyes shining. 

Reki bites his lip to stop himself from smiling. “What are you gonna do about it?” He asks, wiggling his ass cheekily. 

Langa’s eyes darken, hand curling around Reki’s throat. “Do you really want to find out?”

“I don’t think I have any other choice.”

Langa smirks. “No, you don’t.”

In one quick movement, Reki is on his stomach flush against the bed, ass up face down with his wrists held tightly against his lower back, digging into his spine. He whines pitifully, which only makes Langa push on his arch harder. Everything hurt, but not in the tearful, blood pouring kind of way. The kind of way that had Reki’s heart pounding against his chest and his head filling with cotton.

The fabric of a tie or possibly a scarf wraps around his wrists, securing them in a tight bind. Reki’s skin burns, heart racing, eyes shining. The flick of the cap of lube fills his ears, along with the liquid pouring over Langa’s fingers, bottle slamming closed. 

“Colour?” Langa is asking, leaning over Reki’s back. 

Reki smiles. “Green.”

Langa doesn’t give a response, but Reki knows he’s pleased by the way the bottle is thrown to the floor in a careless manner, Langa’s cold fingers circling around Reki’s hole. Reki sucks in a shaky breath. 

Slowly, Langa inserts one of his fingers, the stretch and burn of it making Reki wince, but he thrives off of it, rocking his hips back in an eager manner. Langa chuckles before he’s adding another digit, slamming in roughly against Reki’s thrusts, grinning at the cry that leaves his lips.

“Fuck!” Reki’s voice echoes high, back arching, skin burning, heart racing. 

The feeling of Langa’s fingers working him open, thrusting fast and hard, has Reki’s head going fuzzy and his eyes fluttery, teeth gritting tightly as the motion becomes rougher with each plunge of Langa’s fingers. 

Langa refuses to let up, either. Sticking to the rough pace, fingertips digging into that spot that has a light flashing behind Reki’s eyes. It was too good and painful at the same time, too fast yet not enough. 

“You wanna be a brat, huh?” Growls Langa, drilling his fingers and twisting. Reki cries out, the sound high pitched and dragging out into a whine. “Say fucking sorry and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

Reki whimpers, heart thumping against his chest as he wills himself not to burst into tears at how good this felt. How good it was that Langa knew just the amount of pressure to use, how good it felt to be in a relationship with someone who treated you like an equal and had an open mind to trying new things. Reki was so goddamn lucky.

It wasn’t long until the heat of arousal pools through his stomach, and Reki arches back into the thrusts hitting that spot that had him keening. “I’m.. I’m sorry, Langa-”

Langa cuts him off with a harsh slap to his ass, the two fingers inside of him lurching forward in a strong motion. “That’s not my name, is it, Reki?”

“I’m sorry, daddy!” Reki chokes out, gasping in deep breaths, thighs beginning to shake and eyes watering.

“I’m not convinced.”

The fingers inside of Reki spread, before twisting and continuing the fast pace of thrusts. Reki can no longer hold back, the tears stinging his eyes falling down his cheeks, soft, scratchy blubbers leaving his lips.

“I’m sorry, daddy, I’m sorry.” Sobs Reki. “I’ll be a good boy, I promise!” 

The sobs overpower Reki, thighs trembling at the overbearing feeling of needing to cum. If Langa didn’t let him, Reki was sure he was going to melt. A kiss is pressed to Reki’s neck, a silent sign from his partner that he forgave him, and Reki whimpers, mumbling incoherent words under his breath through his orgasm that has him plummeting down on the bed, gasping in breaths. 

Soft rubbing against his back brings Reki back to earth, along with Langa’s sweet, sweet whispers of reassurance and pride. Reki smiles tiredly, blinking away the rest of his tears, and allows Langa to pull him into his lap, holding him close. 

At times like these when Reki needed extra care, Langa was one to spoil him rotten. Feeding him chocolate covered strawberries and his favourite drink, cuddling and kissing him that had Reki floating. 

“Was that okay?” Langa asks him once Reki had calmed down from his high, bathed and dressed in soft, comfy clothing. He presses a kiss to Reki’s temple, watching as he eats away at their dinner.

Reki smiles, nodding. “It was great. Thank you. There was just one problem.”

Langa tilts his head with worry. “What, love?”

“You didn’t get to cum.”

A snort escapes Langa's lips before he can stop it, and he rolls his eyes. “Today was for you, not me.” He explains, waving Reki off. “As long as you felt good, I’m happy.”

Reki pouts, displeased. “But you feeling good makes me feel good.”

Before Langa has any time to respond, Reki is sliding underneath the table and sitting himself between Langa’s thighs, looking up at him shyly. “Can I?”

Langa cups his cheek fondly. “Of course you can.”

Reki’s body was buzzing. He was so fucking lucky.

Chapter Text

Sweat, alcohol and smoke. That's all that could be smelt in the air, sticking to heated bodies, spilling from drunk lips, glazed over eyes wide with glee. Bright, flashing fluorescent lights dance across walls and jumping bodies, blinding the eyes of those still here, not long gone like their peers. 

Taking a swig of the bitter beer in his cup, Reki grits his teeth. “This drink sucks.” He says, voice loud, barely above the blaring music making his brain ache. “This party sucks.”

“Agreed.” Miya replies, throwing his empty cup into the bin. “Let’s go find Cherry.”

Taking hold of the raven haired boy's hoodie, Reki follows after him through the huge group of grinding bodies, grimacing when drunk hands grab at his waist for a dance. They find Cherry in the kitchen, pouring himself another drink, pink hair messily tied back.

“Cherry.” Shouts Reki, dropping his head against the others back. “This party sucks.”

Patting Reki’s head, Cherry sighs. “I think I might know what will make you feel better.”

Eyes sparkling, Reiki tilts his head in question, suddenly eager. “What?”

With a tug, Cherry’s lips are against Reki’s ear, whispering something he never thought he would ever need to know. “He’s over there. With Joe.” Cherry explains, turning Reki by his shoulders to face the dance floor. “Have fun.”

Heart racing, lips tingling, Reki smiles. Miya looks at him in confusion. “Are we leaving?”

Reki shakes his head. “Not yet.”

Following the red heads gaze, Miya’s eyes land on a blue haired male sipping at a bottle of beer, wearing a buttoned up sleeveless shirt that shows off pale, toned biceps. Miya rolls his eyes. “God, what’s got you so horny all of a sudden?” Miya snaps, smacking Reki behind the head. “He’s the new kid.”

Yelping, Reki shoves him, rubbing the back of his head. “So what?” Replies Reki. “Just cause he’s new doesn’t mean there’s nothing special about him.”

“What’s so special about him other than he’s already with the popular guys and has girls fawning over him?”

Reki grins. “I heard from a friend of a friend that that dick was a ten out of ten.” Pointing over to the blue haired male, Reki lips his lips. “And I’d like to see if it really is ten out of ten.”

Miya grimaces. “You’re disgusting.”

Ignoring the other, Reki removes the headband from his head, stuffing it into his pocket. He struggles through the large crowd, heart suddenly racing when he reaches the occupied staircase. Joe’s eyes land on him first, then the blue haired boy, his sharp gaze dragging up and down Reki’s body.

“Reki,” Joe greets, standing and wrapping an arm around the shorter males shoulders. “Glad you could make it. This is my new friend, Langa. I’ll leave you two to get acquainted.”

Slipping away, Joe disappears. Reki sucks in a shaky breath, sauntering forward and seating himself over Langa’s lap, the other's hands taking hold of his waist in a possessive manner. Reki’s heart flips. 

“Wanna know what it's like,” Reki whispers, licking his lips, hands running through soft, blue locks. He rolls his hips, ass flush against Langa’s crotch. “ Baby, show me what it's like,

I don't really got no type.. I just wanna fuck all night.”

A smirk, one that has Reki’s body flushing, paints itself across Langa’s lips. He takes hold of Reki’s throat, grip gentle, but squeezing the sides, Reki’s head falling back with a soft sigh. “Oh really?” Voices Langa, tone authoritative. “That’s a pretty confident statement, honey. I don’t think you’d last.”

“I just gotta know what it’s like.” Slurs Reki, already gone. “Be the judge of what everyones been saying.”

That has Langa’s grip tightening, and Reki gasps. “What’s everyone been saying?” His gaze is like ice, his free hand gripping at Reki’s ass. 

Reki moans softly. “That that dick,” He murmurs, rolling his hips. “Is a ten out of ten.”

Langa smirks, nuzzling his lips against Reki’s neck, kissing and biting at the skin. “I guess you’ll have to find out after all.”

Oh fuck yes. Reki’s heart was pounding, head fuzzy, body shivering. “Just saying,” Reki whispers, grinding down hard, Langa’s straining dick brushing between Reki’s asscheeks. Reki’s breath hitches. “I’m flexible.”

Slipping from Langa’s lap, Reki walks on shaky legs into the dance floor, gasping quietly when Langa’s hands are on his waist, pulling him flush against his chest. Their hips rock in time with the motion, Langa’s hands drifting across Reki’s body, lips insistent against his neck. 

Smirking softly, Reki drops down so that his knees bent before slowly coming back up, dragging his ass against Lanaga’s crotch. Reki grinds along with Langa’s hips, clutching a handful of ice blue locks, head thrown back over Langa’s shoulder. 

“You’re exciting,” Says Reki, body buzzing at the sound of Langa’s deep chuckle. “Maybe your eyes were right, maybe I should come ride you.”

Langa smirks. “You're gonna do a lot more than ride me, baby.”

Cheeks flushing, Reki slowly bends over, shaking his ass against Langa’s crotch and biting his lower lip. Fuck. If Langa doesn’t take him to a room right now, Reki will melt. He comes back up, brushing soft hands over Langa’s neck and broad shoulders just as the song begins to end. 

Leaning forward, Reki bites teasingly at the lobe of Langa’s ear. “You fucking me or what?”

All he gets in response is a low growl, before Langa is tugging him through the crowd and up the stairs, shoving him inside of a bedroom. He locks the door and slams Reki up against it, lips crashing together. Their teeth clang at the intensity of it, lips feverish, Langa’s tongue insistent. 

Soft whines drift around the room, Reki barely able to keep up with the fast pace, in desperate need of air. Langa doesn’t let up, lifting Reki into his arms, feasting his hands at the meat of the red heads plump ass. Reki whimpers, breaking away with a heaving pant, moaning pitifully as Langa’s lips attack his skin, biting hungrily.

“Fuck.” Hums Reki, arching his back. 

Pulling them away from the door, Langa drops Reki onto the bed, grinding between Reki’s thighs as he slides to the mattress, swallowing the others' moans with his lips. Tongues dancing, hands drifting, breaths panting, chests heaving, Reki can’t believe this was actually happening. His poor attempt at flirting was getting him fucked by the hot new kid. 

Not parting their lips for a second, Langa strategically removes both their pairs of jeans and underwear. Breaking away, Reki shuffles up the bed until his head falls onto a pillow, back arching as Langa’s tongue trails down his stomach and across his thighs, teeth sinking into the soft skin. 

Reki whines, fisting the sheets. Langa’s breath fans over his aching cock, mouth sucking and biting marks into his inner thighs. Fuck, Reki thinks to himself. Langa obviously had a thing for biting, not that he was complaining. It opened something inside of Reki he never knew existed. 

With a high amount of ease, Langa flips Reki onto his stomach, forcing his face into the covers, arching his ass high in the air. Reki moans softly, going with the motion happily, arching his back further until a tight pain attacks his lower back. 

Suddenly, spit hits his hole and Reki shudders, Langa’s tongue swirling around it in teasing motions. His hands grab at Reki’s thighs, lifting him with a yelp until Reki’s face was right in front of Langa’s cock, ass flush against Langa’s face. 

“You said you were flexible,” Voices Langa with a chuckle, forcing Reki back slightly, back dipping painfully. Reki whines. “I’m just making sure you were telling the truth.”

It was highly obvious Langa had a lot more body strength than he looked, knelt on his knees, shoulders back, spine straight, as Reki hung upside down, legs over Langa’s shoulders. The tongue attacking his hole, warm and wet, has Reki’s arms buckling, high-pitched whines leaving his lips. 

“Ngh, Langa.” Breathes Reki, voice cracking. “Fuck me already.”

Chuckling, Langa slips two fingers in beside his tongue, listening as Reki gasps, lurching forward slightly. It burns, but in a good way, a way Reki hadn’t a clue he would enjoy. Whenever past hookups would try and push two fingers inside at once, Reki would yelp in pain and almost cry. But with Langa, somehow, it was different. He knew all the right ways to flick his tongue, all the right places to plunge his fingers. 

“Patience,” Langa tells him, voice vibrating through Reki’s body. “You wanted to fuck all night, did you not?”

Reki moans.

“So deal with it.”

Reki hasn’t a clue how long he stays in that position, arms trembling under the weight of his body and the pleasure running through his veins, but when it’s over, his face is flush against the sheets, ass high in the air. From the corner of his eye, Reki can briefly see the packet of condoms Langa was able to find in the drawer beside them. XXL, it reads. Reki’s body burns, heart soaring. Fuck.

Snapping from his thoughts, Reki bites the sheets as Langa slowly begins to slide in, inch by inch, before bottoming out with one thrust of his hips, Reki lurching forward with a yelp of surprise. 

The smack of skin against skin fills the air, along with soft pants and whines. Langa is fast in his thrusts, pulling Reki into each and every one, biting at every inch of skin that he could. Reki goes with the motion, moaning and whining, back arching, small, ‘ah, ah, ah’s’ leaving his lips. 

They had barely even started and Reki knew what Cherry had said was an understatement. Langa was even better than Reki could ever imagine.

Feverish thrusts attack his prostate, drilling on and only on that sweet sweet spot that made Reki see stars. He cries out, breath hitching, and arches into the thrusts, pain and pleasure flowing through his veins. Each and every time Langa bit into his skin, it was hard, rough, painful, but Reki thrived off of it, begging Langa to do it over and over again. 

Barely pulling out, Langa flips Reki onto his back, slamming straight back in. Reki chokes on a gasp, grabbing at Langa’s shoulders to brace himself, straining his neck to the side to allow Langa to sink his teeth into the soft skin.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Reki yelps out, a small mantra. “Ah, ah, yes!”

Langa smirks down at him, forcing his hips harder and faster with each thrust, pounding and pounding against Reki’s prostate. He all but screams, the desperate sound going on and on, one Langa knew for sure the entire house would hear if someone turned the music down just the slightest.

He snaps his hips forward once more, grunting as he starts to thrust into Reki’s ass faster and harder than ever before, not letting up for even a second. Reki’s throat is torn by the screams leaving his swollen lips, tears escaping his closed eyes as he gives his entire body over to Langa, whimpering helplessly. He had never felt this good before, never felt so full.

And then, Langa is stopping, pulling out of Reki and leaning himself against the headboard, beckoning Reki into his lap with one tug at his hair. Reki climbs eagerly over Langa’s thighs, slowly sinking himself down on Langa’s large, straining cock, sighing softly.

Reki's fingers dig into the headboard in front of him as Langa starts to pound into him, his thrusts hard, fast and more than a little mean, but Reki thrived off of it, adored it, whining. Sharp snaps of Langa's hips force a stream of shaky 'ah ah ah's' from Reki's pretty pink mouth, fingers digging into Reki's hips as he forces him to bounce up and down, riding his cock like a fucking champ.

"Fuck, feel so good." Langa growls, biting into Reki's shoulder blade.

Reki howls, each and every sound he makes has Langa losing the tenuous grip on his bending restraint little by little. Has his mind growing foggy with the desire to reduce Reki into a beautiful, sobbing mess for only his eyes to see. The hands on his hips slam Reki down to allow Langa to fuck into him even deeper, adoring all the pitiful, high-pitched whines he fucks out of him. 

Reki can barely keep himself from falling into Langa's chest, body growing weak at the insane amount of pleasure running through his veins. He knows the ache in his lower back and the burn of his throat will stay with him for days after this, not the best way to start the school term, but the thought has Reki smiling. 

"You my cocked-out little slut, huh?" Langa asks, tugging Reki's head back by a hand in his hair, forcing their gazes to lock. "Just taking everything I give you just like a slut should."

Reki gives a high-pitched wail, sounding like a broken record, crying out Langa's name like it's the only thing he's ever known.   His orgasm begins to build, causing his thighs to tremble.

"You gonna come?" Asks Langa, voice rough. 

Reki can only nod, swallowing hard and burying his teeth into his lower lip further to keep his moans from reaching the party downstairs.  Suddenly, Langa lifts Reki's hips and pulls almost all the way out and slams back in, Reki's  vision dotting and a broken yelp slipping through his lips. 

"A, ah, ah!" He stutters out, gasping in breaths. "Langa! I'm gonna-"

"Yeah?" Grunts Langa, his thrusts losing some of their rhythm. Fuck, he was getting close too. "Gonna come from just this, hmm baby?"

Reki makes an unintelligible noise, resting his forehead against Langa's shoulder. And then, Reki is whining, all high in his throat, his breath hitching as he comes, spilling warmly all over Langa’s chest, legs shaking, body buzzing, crying. Reki tightens up around Langa, panting and whining through his high. It makes Langa's vision black out momentarily as he buries himself deep inside of Reki's tight hole and comes, grunting his name. 

It takes a while, but when he finally comes back to reality, langa can hear their mingled, heavy breathing, can see the thin sheet of sweat covering them both, can smell the scent of sex wafting through the air. 

Reki feels him nuzzle at his neck, pushing his nose against sweat coated skin. Reki hums in response, then winces slightly when Langa slowly slips out of him, lifting Reki by his hips. He falls to his stomach in an instant, legs weak and back sore. Fuck. 

Reki goes to say something, when Langa starts to nip at his ass, leaving large and stinging marks. Reki mewls, arching his back at the pleasure it sends through his body. "Shit, Langa." He hisses. "So.. so good."

Langa  smirks, biting and sucking up and down Reki’s spine, bruising the skin. 

Reki yelps, loud and high in his throat, as Langa shoves a finger back inside of his hole, rubbing at his prostate. "Ready for another round, honey you wanted to go all night, didn’t you?"

Reki knew at that moment he wouldn’t be walking for a month. 

Chapter Text

The floor is cold, goosebumps travelling across sun kissed skin. The rope burns, a pleasurable tingle shivering down the prominent spine. Soft, pitiful whimpers escape kiss swollen lips, enticing a deep chuckle from across the room. 

Shuffling, Reki moans shakily at the burn of the rope on his wrists and arms, the skin underneath pink and irritated. From his wrists, to his elbows and to his biceps are three knots binding the rope together, arms out straight behind Reki’s back. His ass is high in the air, back arching painfully, hair sweeping over his eyes.

Langa is hovering over him suddenly, a new piece of rope in hand. “Head up, love.” Orders Langa, slipping the material over Reki’s head, winding it around his throat, just loose enough for Reki to breathe easily. 

A hand thrusts through Reki’s hair, before yanking it back, sounding a pathetic whimper at the back of Reki’s throat. Something ties around a chunk of Reki’s hair, tight, the rest of the material trailing over his shoulder. 

With the release of Langa’s hand, Reki falls forward onto his stomach, back sinking as his hips are pulled upwards. “Oh, baby.” Langa’s deep, smooth voice whispers, taking a few steps back to glance over Reki’s bound body. “Look at you.”

Reki whimpers, digging his teeth into his lower lip as a shiver runs down his spine, Langa’s sharp, blue eyes looking at him with hunger. Reki’s skin flushes a deep red, a small whine escaping his throat. 

“I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already whining for it.”

“Please,” Reki begs, voice breaking. “Fuck me, Langa. Just fuck me, don’t even prep me, do it raw, make it hurt how I like it.” 

The words go straight to Langa’s cock, eyes darkening, heart thumping. Clambering behind Reki’s shaking figure, Langa circles the head of his cock around the red head’s opening, smirking when Reki gasps quietly, shivering. 

“So desperate, aren’t you honey?” Says Langa, sliding his hand down Reki’s spine, pushing harshly. “So desperate for your daddys cock.”

Moaning softly, Reki nods against the cold, wooden floors, wiggling his hips, ass brushing harder against Langa’s cock. “So desperate, daddy.” He all but slurs, breathing deeply, already floating. Heart pounding against his chest, desire running through his veins. 

Spreading Reki’s asscheeks, Langa sinks forward slowly, gritting his teeth at the tightness of Reki’s hole. A whimper sounds from the floor, deep, gasping breaths leaving Reki’s lips. It burned, stung, but made his heart race with desire. 

Slamming home, Reki chokes on a gasp, rocking back and forth into Langa’s thrusts. It’s painful, borderline sadistic, but Reki thrives off of it, adores the added pain, adores the burn, the sting. Moans and whines, keens, fucking howls at how good it feels.

Smirking, Langa grabs the trail of rope over Reki’s shoulder and tugs, ripping his head back, ripping it in time with the thrusts. A sharp sting swallows Reki’s scalp, and he yelps, the sound dragging out into a shaky moan. Reki’s entire body was on fire, burning with absolute ecstasy. He licks his lips, sucking in deep breaths as the pain slowly begins to wash away, Langa’s hips slamming against his own.

“Fuck!” Reki cries out, nipples dragging across the floor, overstimulating.

Langa grins, slips his fingers into the rope held around Reki’s neck and uses it as leverage to fuck him harder and deeper than ever before. Reki screams, mouth hanging open, short, gasping cries following soon after. 

“That’s it, fucking take it.” Langa growls, ripping Reki’s head back, choking him. Reki gasps, hands desperate to cling onto something at the intensity of the thrusts hitting him over and over again in that same damn spot. “Fucking take my cock, you slut.”

Reki whimpers. His back was beginning to hurt, skin burning at the rub of the rope. But he soldiers on, wants to see where else this will lead, wants to feel just how rough Langa can be. Almost as if he had read his mind, Langa begins to up the tempo, fucking railing Reki like a machine, slamming in over and over and over again.

“Yes!” Reki shouts, tears welling in his eyes. “Yes, yes, yes.”

“Yes what?” Snarls Langa, snaking his hand around Reki’s throat and squeezing. 

Reki whines. “Yes, daddy!”

Thrusting a hand through Reki’s hair, Langa shoves his face into the floor, holding him there. Grunts and groans echo through the air, the slap of skin against skin following, the smell of sex in the air. Reki cries out, a mantra of ‘ah, ah, ah’s’ high in the air, cracking at the back of his throat.

An unbelievable pleasure flows through his veins, that same, familiar heat warming his abdomen. “Daddy,” Gasps Reki, keening, the sound a high-pitched noise. “I’m..I’m gonna-”

Without a response, Langa rams inside, fucking hard and deep, attacking Reki’s prostate and forcingb a broken sob from his lips. He spills his release across the floor, panting, crying, gasping in breaths. 

Langa slows his pace, rocking back and forth to allow Reki some time, before pulling out and watching him fall to the floor. “Baby?” Langa asks gently, rubbing his hand up and down Reki’s spine. “Do you mind me adding more rope?”

Shaking his head, Reki smiles small. “No. Go ahead.”

The next thing Reki feels is rope tying around his ankles and forcing his legs up. “This is going through the rope around your neck,” Langa explains, slipping it through. “Pull up.”

Ripping the rope up, Reki pulls himself up as best he can, core muscles burning. “Fuck,” he whispers, toes curling.

“Now don’t leave this position, you hear me? Otherwise you’ll choke yourself.”

“Yes, daddy.”

Tying the last piece of rope together, Langa stands up and steps back, dragging his eyes over Reki’s shaking body. Reki drops slightly, before choking on a gasp and pulling himself back up, gritting his teeth. Langa truly wasn’t lying about Reki choking himself.

“Fuck,” Mutters Langa, squatting slightly to reach Reki’s mouth. “Can’t just leave you here, now can I?”

Thrusting his cock past Reki’s lips, a desperate, choking sound escapes into the air, vibrating across Langa’s cock and forcing a groan from his throat. Langa thrusts his hips forward, chasing his orgasm, listening to the loud gagging sounds Reki makes, tears leaking from amber eyes glazed over with pleasure. 

With every thrust down Reki’s throat, it grows harder and harder to breathe. He can feel the head of Langa’s cock nudging down the back of his throat, slamming hard and fast, making it feel as though a bruise was forming. Reki fucking hoped so, wanted a reminder of this for as long as possible.

“That’s it, baby.” He hears Langa growl, his thrusts turning erratic, demanding. “Let me fuck that pretty little throat of yours.”

Whining, Reki chokes on the pooling spit in his mouth, spilling from the corners and coating his chin. Langa curses, thrusting forward one last time right down Reki’s throat, and spills his release, holding Reki’s head in place. 

He cries out, choking and heaving desperately, swallowing as best as he can, knowing full well Langa wouldn’t let him go until he did so. Tears pour down his cheeks, the mascara falling from thick eyelashes and staining Reki’s skin. 

Panting, Langa pulls Reki from his cock, watching as he falls slightly before choking, too weak to hold himself up with his core. Langa is quick to untie him, gathering Reki into his arms and holding him close. “You did so well, baby.” Praises Langa, kissing Reki’s cheek. “So so good, you should be very proud of yourself.”

Reki’s head becomes fuzzy, body buzzing happily. Reki wraps his arms around Langa’s neck, allows him to carry him to their bed and holds him to his chest. Reki nuzzles into Langa’s warm skin, smiling tiredly at the kisses being placed in his hair.

“I love you very much,” Langa whispers. “I’m so proud of you, baby. Did you enjoy yourself?”

Nodding sleepily, Reki yawns. “I did.” He replies, snuggling against Langa further. “I love you, Langa.”

“I love you too, baby.”

Chapter Text

His knees hurt, as does his throat and his wrists. The rope digs into his skin, rubbing it till it’s red and burning. Saliva drips down his chin and over his chest, heart pounding, ears ringing. He can almost feel it still, pounding against the back of his throat, choking him and forcing him to try and pull away. Can almost feel the hands holding his head in place still, can almost feel the way Langa’s knuckles dragged across his scalp, grunting and forcing Reki nose deep into his pelvis. 

A bang is suddenly heard, along with the popping of the lid on the bottle of lube. Hands trail softly over sweaty skin, and Reki shivers under the touch, licking his lips. His thighs were against his chest, knees digging into the table below him, ankles crying against his ass, his wrists flat on the table, rope being the only thing binding him. 

It was strange just how safe Reki felt, tied to the table with the possibility of anyone walking through the door and seeing him, just waiting, begging for Langa to come back to him. Though his limbs ached and his skin burned, Reki thrived off of it. Just arched his back and willed himself to be patient. 

“Not tired yet, my love?” Langa’s voice suddenly echoes through the air, his palm slamming against Reki’s asscheek and bruising it red. Reki yelps, lurching forward. 

Shaking his head, Reki hums, panting softly. “No.” He whispers, chin still dripping with saliva. “Not yet.”

Langa chuckles, gentle, yet deep, both hands grabbing at Reki’s ass and pinching, a stinging sensation flowing across Reki’s skin. “What do you want, baby? Want me to fuck you? Fuck your throat again?”

Reki whimpers. “Fuck me.”

“What was that?” Asks Langa, slamming his hand once more against Reki’s ass, grinning as he yells, eyes pooling with tears. “I couldn’t hear you.”

“Fuck me!” Reki cries, heaving in breaths. “Fuck me.”

Humming with delight, Langa circles around the redhead, cupping his throat and tilting his head back. “Beg for it. Beg for my cock.”

Whining softly, Reki blinks up at Langa, eyelashes clumped together with tears. “Please, sir.” He pleads, soft, sweet. “Please fuck me. Please. Need you so bad.”

The next thing Reki sees is Langa’s lips tugging into a smirk, his eyes igniting with fire, hot and hungry. He dips behind the smaller, makes his ass jiggle, thighs rubbing against the rope, before ice cold lube pours over his hole, a shiver running down Reki’s spine. “Don’t prep me,” breathes Reki, stuttering over his words. “Just fuck me, I can’t wait any longer. Please.”

That’s all that needs to be said for Langa’s cock to circle Reki’s hole, the head covering itself in lube, before slamming inside right to the hilt, knocking the wind from Reki’s lungs. “Fuck-“ 

“That’s it,” says Langa, gripping Reki’s hips roughly, drilling forward and bruising the skin further. “Take it, fucking slut.”

Reki moans, let’s his head fall to the table and gives his body over to Langa to use, making sweet sweet sounds that only makes Langa go harder and faster, slamming in and out over and over again. 

The slapping of skin against skin echoes around the room, mixing in with the sound of Reki’s broken voice and Langa’s grunts, chuckling lowly as Reki’s ass bounces, turning red at the slaps made against it. 

Reki was already gone, already floating upon the extreme flow of ecstasy going through his veins. Can’t even brace himself as the table scrapes against the floor, can’t even brace himself as Langa thrusts a hand through his hair and tugs his head back, pounding roughly inside of him. 

“Oh my god-“ slurs Reki, eyes rolling back. “So good, feels so good.”

Langa grins, using the panties he had pushed aside to drill even harder into Reki, their hips forcefully pounding against one another. Broken moans leave Reki’s lips, hands gripping the edge of the tableau Langa pushes down on the curve of his spine for it to arch further, thrusting deeply inside of him. Reki whimpers, throwing his head back in pure bliss. 

 "You like that?" Langa growls into Reki’s ear, nipping at the lobe softly. Reki nods his head, licking his lips as Langa chuckles. "Yeah, you like it." His voice was deep and alluring, so fucking hot Reki began to shake. 

Langa reaches his hand up and cups the front of Reki’s neck, squeezing gently. Langa thrusts his hips forward, hitting the right spot almost instantly and causing Reki to cry out and his back to arch, spine numb.

"Yes, baby." Langa breathes, fingers tightening on the hold of his boyfriends throat as his thrusts hardened. 

Reki’s cries became ragged and feeble with each thrust, dick throbbing and prostate pulsating. Langa removes his hand from Reki’s throat and wraps his arm tightly around his shoulders, holding him down so that he couldn't attempt to wriggle away from the immense pleasure that flooded his veins.

"Langa.. oh my god-" Reki whimpers, throwing his head back as tears begin to well up in his eyes.

Cupping his hands over Reki’s mouth, Langa forces Reki back into each thrust, over and over again, the table rattling and shaking upon the intensity. Reki gasps, chest stuttering, eyes rolling back, lurching forward, crying and gasping for air. 

His body quivers faster and feminine sobs left his lips as Langa thrusted his hips forward faster and harder than ever before, gripping tightly at his hips once again and pulling Reki into each thrust.

Langa could tell he was closer than before, Reki’s moans and breaths coming out as rasps as the pleasure grew too much for his body.

"Langa.."

"Come, baby." Langa whispers.

Reki comes with one last cry of pleasure, his inhale and exhales of breath shaking as his orgasm paralysed his body and pulled him into a heavenly trance. Langa groans at the sight, gripping Reki’s shoulders and forcing him back down on his cock, ramming his hips so fast, so fucking rough, Reki sobs, barely able to breathe. 

“Fuck.” Curses Langa, his thrusts becoming more erratic, yet still powerful, rocking the table. 

“Langa-“ sobs Reki, tears blurring his vision. “Give it to me- fill me-“

With one last thrust, so fucking deep, Langa comes, a shout leaving Reki’s lips at the intensity of it. Langa falls over Reki’s back, panting, hands slowly undoing the knots held within the rope, releasing Reki’s aching limbs. 

Reki’s knees wobble and buckle as soon as he steps down from the table, legs dropping under the weight of him, but Langa is quick to catch him, gathering Reki into his arms and pressing a kiss to his temple. "You alright, my love?" He asks.

Reki nods lazily against Langa’s shoulder. "M'fine. Just.. holy shit."

Langa chuckles. "I know."

"Sleep now?"

"We have to clean ourselves up first, Reki."

Reki groans in protest, wrapping his legs around Langa’s  middle and nuzzling his face into his broad shoulder. "But m' tired." He moans.

"I know, but I don't think we want to wake up a sticky mess, do we?"

Reki sighs but nods his head in agreement, allowing Langa to carry him into his bathroom and set him gently down on his feet.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll wash you and then we can go to bed, Okay?"

"Okay.. thank you."

Chapter Text

"How are we playing today, daddy?" Reki asks sweetly, his lower lip catching between his teeth as he kneels on the bed held within their playroom, his hands placed on his thighs and his eyes wide cutely. All day had Reki been home alone, doing his list of chores Langa had written out for him to do the night before, that he actually laughed with glee when Langa snatched him up into his arms once he arrived home and dropped him onto their bed, requesting he removed his clothing and slid on his new lace set. 

Reki had done so eagerly, his hands shaking with anticipation as he listened to Langa moving things around in the room next door, his tongue licking feverishly at his lips. Langa does not give him a response, just stays standing in the centre of the room, thinking to himself for a few moments. "Can you do the splits?" He asks all of a sudden, turning to face Reki with an arched eyebrow and his arms crossed tightly across his chest, the sleeves of his white button down tightening around his biceps in a way that has Reki's mouth watering.

Nodding eagerly, Reki is unable to contain his grin. "Yes, daddy. I can."

The words have Langa smiling wickedly, Reki's heart stuttering, and he crosses to the other side of the room, pushing over two poles one by one that were bolted to a stand and had lockable wheels on the bottom. He orders Reki to lay down on his stomach, legs sprawled out in a split, and Reki is quick to comply, sighing softly at the feeling of the sheets hitting his skin. Langa grabs hold of his hips and pulls him backwards so that his hips were closer to the edge of the bed, lifting Reki's legs just the slightest and using leather buckles to tie Reki to the pole tightly by his ankles, calves and thighs, his ass on full display. 

Reki blushes darkly, hiding his face deep within the sheets, and lets out a small squeak of surprise as Langa grabs him by the wrists and pulls his arms over the taller pole, the creases in his arms digging into the cold material. Then, something leather is snaking around Reki's waist, leather cuffs tying tightly over his wrists and holding him tightly in place. Testing just how much he could move, Reki becomes breathless at just how out of control he was, fluttering his eyes closed, head already becoming floaty and filled with cotton.

"You wanna get off on daddies fingers, puppy?" Langa says, cutting through Reki's thoughts and pinching his fingers at Reki's ass cheeks. Reki yelps. "Want daddy to fuck you with his fingers until your all milked out and can no longer come?"

Nodding rapidly, Reki gasps at the sudden feeling of lube pouring over his hole, nice and cold against his flushed skin. He arches his back at the feeling of Langa's fingers teasing his entrance, and lets out a stuttering gasp as they slowly slide inside of him, curling against Reki's walls. "Ah," he pants, bowing his head, huffing in breaths. "Oh my god."

Langa smirks at the desperation hidden beneath Reki's voice, fastening the pace of his fingers and plowing against his prostate. Reki cries out, lurching forward, and has to stop himself from full on sobbing, tears burning his eyes. They had barely even started and Reki was already about to start sobbing. That's how well Langa knew Reki's body. He knew just where to move his fingers, he knew just where to kiss and bite him. He knew everything there was about Reki's body and how to get him off.

Biting his teeth into his lower lip, Reki has to squeeze his eyes shut as a silent will not to come right then and there like the overexcited teenager he once was, holding Langa's body so fucking close to his he could feel Langa's heart racing against his own, beating in sync. Since their first time, they slowly and surely got rougher and kinkier with their sex life, going as far as sneaking into one another's homes and tying Reki up with whatever fabric or item they had lying around. 

Reki can't help but think back to how shy and nervous Langa once was when they first started having sex. It was both of their first times, and he was so gentle, so scare of hurting Reki, whereas now, he was mean, so fucking brutal to the point Reki screamed and cried with ecstasy, hickies and bitemarks constantly littered across his tan skin. Nowadays, especially now that they were living together in their own home, the mean beast that was hidden deep within Langa came out far more often than Reki had once anticipated. And, God, did it make Reki's heart pound with excitement when Langa gave him that certain look.

Bringing his sliding fingers to a momental halt, Langa keeps them inside of Reki, bringing the vibrator he had placed somewhere on the bed up to his balls and turning it onto the highest setting. Reki screams as soon as the pleasurable intensity of the vibrations hits him and allows his tears to fall, gasping and whimpering, barely able to breathe at the amount of pleasure flowing through the entirety of his body. “Fuck, Langa!” He cries out, sobbing and howling as Langa rams his fingers painfully hard against Reki’s prostate, whacking another flow of pleasure through his veins. 

“That’s not my name, is it baby?” Langa taunts, pressing the vibrator harder against the sobbing redheads balls, so fucking painful Reki screams again, digging his nails into the palms of his hands. “Is it?”

“No!” Reki all but sobs, arching his back until a painful twinge strikes his spine, sniffling. “I’m sorry, daddy! Please, it hurts.”

Langa doesn't let up, just stabs his fingers deeper inside of Reki, arching a brow. "Beg."

Whimpering pathetically, that fucking sound doing numbers on Langa's ego, Reki arches his back further, desperate to get away. Langa tuts his disapproval, and removes his fingers from Reki's hole, tangling them through his hair and ripping his head back, forcing his body to slide back against the bed and his ass to ram against Langa's hips, the vibrator sliding back down to its previous placement. "Where do you think you're going?" Whispers Langa, sinking his teeth into Reki's back where he was sure an angry, red mark would appear. "I said beg, puppy. Or do you want daddy to punish you?"

"I'm sorry, daddy, I'm sorry." Reki gasps out, willing himself to stay still and take the painful yet somewhat pleasurable treatment. "Please, stop, please, I'll be good, I promise! I'll be a good pet and stay still!"

Smirking at the pathetic tone, Langa does as he is asked, turning off the vibrator and rubbing his fingers teasingly against Reki's prostate. Reki gasps, fucking whines, and grinds his hips down against the pole beneath him, desperate for some kind of release. Langa sighs, removing his fingers once again and slamming his hand down against Reki's ass, watching as the sun kissed skin jiggles at the intensity of it, a shout and a whine releasing itself from Reki's throat. "You really seem to want that punishment, puppy. Does daddy need to get your muzzle and make you choke?"

Reki shakes his head rapidly, gasping and heaving, blinking away tears. "No, no, I'm sorry." He stammers out, heart racing at the authoritive tone, having to fight against himself to not be a brat and behave. "I'm sorry, daddy."

"I don't think you are."

Langa circles around to Reki's front, kneeling himself on the edge of the bed and ripping Reki's head up by a hand in his hair. Reki yelps, his tearful eyes gazing up to meet Langa's, having to gulp down the lump in his throat at the glint held within his partners eyes. Tangling both hands through Reki's fiery red hair, Langa forces his mouth open, slamming his cock right through his lips and deep into his throat until Reki is choking and heaving, saliva covering his face and arms fighting against their binds, desperate to pull away. 

Langa doesn't let up, however, just thrusts his hips back and forth in a fast, repetitive motion, groaning and throwing his head back as Reki's throat constricts around the rough invasion, sobbing quietly. But no matter how much he whined and cried to be released, both him and Langa knew that he did not mean it, that he truly got off on the idea of being used so meanly, so roughly.  

Making strangled, choking sounds, Reki can barely see with the amount of saliva covering his face, whimpering around Langa's cock and spluttering, tears pouring down his cheeks. Langa groans at the sounds leaving Reki's lips, the sounds sending vibrations down Langa's cock, his abdomen burning for release. He pauses, pulling halfway out to allow Reki to breathe, and tuts as Reki tries to pull away fully, dragging his knuckles against Reki's scalp. "Don't pull away from me," growls Langa, ripping at Reki's hair and making him sob. "You can breathe there. Stay still."

Reki whimpers, blinking up at Langa with pitiful eyes.

"You want daddy to fuck you?"

Nodding, Reki whines, coughing slightly.

"Then be a good boy and suck my cock."

With a sudden slam forward, Reki chokes loudly at the feeling of Langa's cock ramming right down his throat, bulging with his Adams apple. Spit and precum fall down the sides of his mouth, making it harder and harder to breathe as Langa just uses his face as he pleases, fucking his throat so fucking rough, Reki felt as though he might end up with a bruise. 

"C'mon, you know what you're doing." Langa teases, forcing Reki's face deep into his pelvis and making it all the more harder for him to breathe. "You know how to make daddy come."

Whining hoarsely, Reki does his best to suck at Langa's cock, hollowing out his cheeks to make it easier for him to slide in deeper, squeezing his eyes shut. Reki doesn't think Langa has ever been this mean before, unless it was a punishment, then this was just Langa being soft if that were the case. If Reki fucked up and was being a brat, Langa would do everything in his power to make him submit, no matter how painful it might get, he wouldn't stop until Reki was sobbing for his forgiveness. 

Langa's thrusts don't let up for even a second, just keep ramming and ramming over and over again deep into Reki's throat, his breathing growing heavy at the immense pleasure flowing through his abdomen. "Fuck," hisses Langa, leaning over Reki's face and grabbing hold of the leather secured around his waist, fastening his thrusts even more to the point Reki is sobbing and gagging over and over again. "You gonna swallow?"

Reki nods as best he can, forcing himself to look up at Langa with tear-filled eyes. 'yes' he wants to scream. 'yes, I'll swallow. Please let me have your cum.'

Langa seems to be able to read Reki's mind, and grins, slamming his hips forward once, then twice, then three times before burying himself right down Reki's throat with a hoarse groan, coming. Eyes blowing wide, Reki coughs at the feeling of Langa's release sliding down the back of his throat, and has to force himself to swallow around his daddies cock, digging his nails into the palms of his hands once more and struggling against his binds.

And with one last deep breath, Langa finally pulls out of Reki's mouth, watching as he gasps in breaths, coughing and heaving, panting heavily. "You did so good, puppy." Says Langa, cupping Reki's cheek and wiping the saliva from his eyes. "Fuck, you look so wrecked."

"Fuck me, daddy." Reki begs, fluttering his eyelashes up at Langa in the way he knows will rile him up. "Please, fuck me, make me your bitch."

All that could be seen in Langa's eyes was fire. As fast as he can, does Langa all but jump behind Reki and force his ass cheeks further apart, his dick already hard once more and desperate to fill up his partner. Reki lets out a deep set sigh as soon as he feels the head of Langa's cock sliding inside of him at a slow pace, before bottoming out with one rough thrust. 

Reki moans, let's his head fall to the sheets and gives his body over to Langa  to use, making sweet sweet sounds that only makes Langa  go harder and faster, slamming in and out over and over again. His throat fucking ached, fucking burned with a new sense of pain he had never felt before, and found that he couldn't get enough of it. Reki was so fucking desperate for release, the rubbing of his aching, hard cock against the sheets almost painful as he begs Langa to let him come. 

"You can come baby," Langa says, almost breathless. "You can come. This is about you now, not me."

Squeezing his eyes shut, Reki comes with a shout, his entire body shaking at the intensity of it, Langa's thrusts only making his cock rub against the sheets faster. Small, yet heavy pants leave his lips, teeth gritted and tears falling down his cheeks at the immense pleasure flowing through his veins. And when he comes back to his surroundings, Langa is releasing him from his binds and is gathering him into his arms, rubbing his back and telling Reki just how good he was for him. "You sleepy, my love?" Whispers Langa, pressing kiss after kiss to Reki's temple. He had been so good for him, Langa wanted to make sure he knew he was proud of him for being so good.

"Mhm." Hums Reki, his eyes fluttering.

"Okay, lets go cuddle baby, then I'll make you some yummy food, yeah?"

Reki nods, smiling sleepily. "Okay."

Chapter Text

Whimpers echo off the walls, legs trembling against the bedsheets. Strained arms tug and pull at the rope holding them hostage, sobs slipping from kiss swollen lips as the vibrations continue to travel under his skin and right against his prostate. Cum spills down his stomach just as he lets out a wail, head throwing back against the pillow behind him.

“Langa-“ Reki manages to get out, gasping in breaths and letting out a torn cry as Langa forces the vibrator up against his prostate even harder, upping the tempo and making Reki’s legs tremble. “A-ah-ah-“

Langa smirks, leaning over Reki’s hot flushed body and pressing two fingers inside of his pliant mouth, eyes bursting into flames as Reki whines, fucking gags around them, only making him cry harder from the pure pleasure of it all. “I warned you,” he breathes, voice grumbling deeply. “I told you what would happen if you continued to disobey me. And yet, here we are. You, a crying, whining mess all because you’re being punished. Fucking pathetic.”

A hoarse gag leaves Reki’s parted lips as Langa’s fingers slide down his throat, eyes blowing wide, his tied wrists pulling at the rope that binds them tightly, chest stuttering. “Mm!” He whimpers, sniffling, but he could not seem to deny just how fucking good it felt to be being put in his place.

All day, Reki had been a bit of a brat. Teasing Langa around their friends, flirting with other guys at S, all the while disobeying all that Langa said to him until Langa had had enough. He had grabbed Reki by the wrist harshly, pulling him away from the male he was talking to, and all but threw him into the car, driving far too fast back to their home. “You’re a fucking brat, princess.” Langa had said, curling his hand around Reki’s throat and forcing him up against the front door. “It’s time for daddy to have some fun and punish you like the whore you are.”

Removing the fingers from Reki’s lips, Reki let’s out a cough, barely even able to brace himself as Langa begins pumping his cock, forcing it to harden painfully. Reki gasps, whimpers and cries, thrashing on the bed as tears fall down his cheeks. “I’m sorry!” Reki cries, fucking sobbing as his abdomen begins to burn painfully with that familiar surge of desperate release. “Please- Langa- I’m sorry-“

“Did I tell you you could speak?” Questions Langa, grabbing Reki’s face harshly and forcing the smaller male to look at him. “This is your punishment for being a fucking brat, you got that? Now lay still and fucking take it.”

Reki only whines, nodding, and lets his head fall back as Langa forces him to come all over again. It hurts, but not in the worst way. Reki actually enjoyed it, most of it, until Langa continued pumping him until he spilled his release again, and again, and again, forcing the vibrator against his prostate and just milking him till he decided enough was enough.

It gets to the point that Reki can’t speak, so overstimulated and overwhelmed that he can’t even form words to beg Langa to stop. And just the sight has Langa upping the tempo on the vibrator to the highest level and curling his hand around Reki’s throat, squeezing the sides. “You wanna act like a brat? You fucking get punished like one."

“Stop, please- I can't take it anymore! It's too sensitive!" Sobs Reki, voice cracking and limbs shaking erratically. But Langa doesn’t stop. Just shoves his fingers into Reki’s mouth and makes him choke on them, fucking the vibrator in and out of Reki’s sensitive hole.

And the next time Reki comes, he’s breathless, can barely hear a thing other than the click of the vibrator turning off, slowly being pulled from his hole. He winces, too tired to move. “We’re finished now, princess.” Whispers Langa, untying Reki’s wrists and cleaning his stomach. “You did so good for me, baby. So so good, I’m so proud of you.”

Reki whines, fluttering his eyes, and let’s out a deep sigh. “Wanna sleep.”

“Okay, lovely. Let me take you to bed, yeah? Do you want me to make you pancakes after you’ve slept?”

Nodding, Reki nods sleepily. “Yes please.”