[Langa watches without ever looking away, without blinking, hands roaming as he lightly traces each mark he can reach. Ainosuke's handiwork is beautiful. He's marked Tadashi well, and some part of Langa wants that.
He files that thought away for now, gaze lingering upon Tadashi and the way he's moved by the hands belonging to Ainosuke.
Langa's still sitting, yet to lean back, so he moves forward to cup his face and kiss him properly. Lips warm and abuzz, he goes to deepen it, though the inexperience shows despite his enthusiasm. Soon he pulls away, enough to catch his breath. His heart beats in his ears.]
Yes.
[Langa leans back then, weight against the mountain of pillows that support his back. He lifts his legs so he could reach Ainosuke as well, ankle hooking over his shoulder, or wherever he felt was his shoulder.]
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He files that thought away for now, gaze lingering upon Tadashi and the way he's moved by the hands belonging to Ainosuke.
Langa's still sitting, yet to lean back, so he moves forward to cup his face and kiss him properly. Lips warm and abuzz, he goes to deepen it, though the inexperience shows despite his enthusiasm. Soon he pulls away, enough to catch his breath. His heart beats in his ears.]
Yes.
[Langa leans back then, weight against the mountain of pillows that support his back. He lifts his legs so he could reach Ainosuke as well, ankle hooking over his shoulder, or wherever he felt was his shoulder.]