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It's a cold Okinawan day, with Reki shivering beneath his two layers of king sleeved shirts. One is just a shirt, while the other is a thick hoodie- and he's still cold! But when he glances at Langa beside him through the corners of his eyes, he scowls to see that he's unborthered about it. He's wearing one layer! One! That's ridiculous when Reki feels like his fingers are about to freeze off.
They're at Reki’s house, per usual, and Langa is the one talking for once. Apparently, one of the new resturaunts being built nearby features chicken and dumplings, and how he's excited to eat them again. Reki started to doze at some point, half listening, half trying not to die of the cold.
“I would love to take you with me, so you can try them!” Langa exclaims, a light pink hinting at the corners of his cheeks. Adorable. His blush is so small and faint, as if it we're trying to hide itself from view. Reki thinks that fits Langa to a t. “I bet you'd love it- would you like to go with me, sunshine?”
Reki starts at the use of his new nickname- or, well, one of the several new nicknames Langa had started to call him since they’d started to date. Which, they are still very fresh into the dating scene and being boyfriends- both skirting around too much physical attention or being too shy to initiate it.
Especially Reki, if they're sitting quietly like this. Sure, when they're walking or something he could and would launch himself into Langa's arms, but this is a different story. He has no reason to do that.
Unless, there is one… He concocts a plan in his brain before responding to his boyfriend.
“Of course I would, snowflake,” he replies, feeling a bit of triumph when he sees the flush of pink on Langa's face spread a little. “Now- hey, wanna watch some skating vids I found?”
“Always,” Langa replies instantly, scooting a tad closer to the redhead. Reki smiles; Langa is always so sweet.
“Alright, sit still,” Reki orders, making Langa pause and his eyebrows scrunch with confusion. Then, Reki stands up, walks over to Langa, and arranges himself in his boyfriend’s lap. He hears Langa’s breath catch as he cuddles up against his chest, holding his
phone in one hand while he adjusts himself with the other. He pauses, and looks over his shoulder, asking, “Is this okay?”
With a deep flush on his cheeks and a content light in his eyes, Langa leans forward, curling around Reki’s back. He rests his chin on one of Reki’s shoulders, and slowly, hesitantly, Reki can feel his hands and arms inching around his stomach, pulling him a tad closer. Now it's Reki’s turn to flush, but he initiated it, so he can't run off. He swallows heavily when he feels Langa's breaths tickling the side of his neck, causing a few of his hairs to tickle his skin.
“Yeah,” Langa answers, his voice hushed, as if if he spoke too loudly, the moment would be ruined. His chest is flush against Reki’s back. He's warm. Reki draws his legs in close, allowing Langa’s to curl around his shins. He must feel Reki’s shivering, because he squeezes him, helping to chase some of the cold away.
Both fall quiet, and Reki momentarily forgets what he was supposed to be doing. Langa doesn't seem to mind, because he buries his face in the area where Reki’s neck meets his shoulder. The redhead shudders involuntarily. He's never had someone hold him like this before. He feels soft… and loved.
And Langa holds him like he's a piece of glass, like he's something to be cherished. Reki’s heart swells in his chest, and he grabs one of Langa’s hands with his own lightly, their fingers intertwining. Reki lets out a soft sigh, and then tenses when Langa presses a light kiss to the side of his neck, sending heat through his veins.
Langa pauses, frowning with concern. “Was that too much?” he asks nervously.
“N- no. It's fine… it's fine,” Reki replies in a whisper. He'd dropped his phone, the skating videos forgotten in the tender moment.
They both fall silent once more, merely soaking in the soft cuddles. Reki can feel Langa's heart racing against his back, and frowns with worry.
“Are you okay? Your heart’s racing,” Reki says, starting to pull away. But Langa pulls him back in, shaking his head.
“It's okay,” Langa reassures him, lightly applying pressure to the hand he's holding. Reki squeezes back, still confused. “My… my heart races when I'm with you… It beats for you, and only you, Reki.”
Reki feels his face get burning hot, and he has to hide behind his hands at this point. Langa chuckles softly, and pressed another kiss to Reki’s cheek, this serving to only cause the redhead to squeak.
“You're amazing, Reki. You always are, and you're always surprising me, too,” Langa tells him, directly into his ear. Reki shudders as his boyfriend’s breaths and words brush across the skin on his neck. That, plus being held, and being complimented makes Reki squirm, hardly able to handle any of this. He was just wanting some cuddles- but this went downhill really fast! He thinks going to melt into nothing any moment now. “You’re honestly the best boyfriend anyone could ask for- and you ended up choosing me to date. I feel so happy every time I'm with you and-”
“St- stop!!” Reki exclaims, pulling his head beneath Langa’s chin to better hide himself. “Th… that's enough.”
He's back in the skatepark, with Langa dumping so many compliments and praises on him out of seemingly nowhere.
There's another soft chuckle from Langa, and then a kiss is getting pressed into his hair. Man, Langa got confident after Reki first initiated the contact. He’ll have to remember that.
“Alright, for you,” Langa says fondly, and buries his nose into the top of Reki’s curly red hair. “There’ll be more time for that later, after all.”
Reki swallows heavily, and finally remembers why he'd done this in the first place. He fishes his phone from the floor, flipping back to YouTube and playing the first skateboarding video on his playlist. Langa ends up resting his chin on top of Reki’s head, with Reki leaning his back against Langa’s shoulder.
A few hours pass with them in these positions, and the videos begin to blur together. The sun sets at one point, and Reki lets out a large yawn, his eyelids heavy, suddenly exhausted. This fact is made worse when Langa begins to lightly card his fingers through his hair, humming softly.
At some point, Reki thinks he drops the phone. Langa catches it just before it hits the floor, and sets it down on the nearby night stand. Reki’s leaning heavier and heavier against Langa’s chest, until finally, his eyes slip closed.
He's not asleep yet, but nearly there. He feels Langa shift a little, curling ever closer around Reki, using one of his hands to carefully pull his headband from his hair. This hair falls into his face, and it tickles his nose, but it's not too annoying.
Langa buries his face back into Reki’s hair, holding him close carefully. He's holding him so gently, so carefully… it makes Reki’s chest warm despite being half asleep.
Langa doesn’t move for a while, and Reki is just starting to drift off, when suddenly, Langa starts to move. He shifts his arms and Reki’s weight, wrapping one arm around the back of the redhead’s shoulders, and the other beneath Reki’s knees.
Reki gets surprised; Langa is slowly lifting from the ground, holding him close to his chest. A soft kiss is pressed against his forehead, and he's carried a few feet from where they'd started, before being laid out on his bed. His head hits his pillow, and Langa even takes the time to tuck him in. If Reki were more awake, he'd have started crying. No one has ever cared for him this much before to tuck him into his bed.
His hair is then brushed back from his forehead, and Langa presses his own forehead against his. It's such a tender moment, and Reki wishes he could react instead of falling further into sleep.
But then Langa is drawing away, and beginning to walk away. Wait, no! Reki doesn't want Langa to go away- he's cold and Langa gives good cuddles!
Before the taller bt could get too far away, Reki catches the hem of his shirt, forcing his eyes open. His eyelids are heavy weights that continue trying to snap shut, but he keeps himself awake to make sure Langa doesn't leave him yet.
“Stay?” he asks. He's muttering, his letters slurring, but he doesn't care right now. His voice is thick with sleep, and he can hardly see Langa’s face in the dark and through his sleep blurry vision. But he does see Langa pause, look back at him, and if Reki were more awake, he'd think that expression he's giving him was fond. “Please?”
It doesn't take much more for Langa to crawl into the small bed with Reki, squishing himself between the wall and the redhead’s back. Reki’s hand falls, and his eyes snap shut, and he can feel consciousness finally slipping from his finger tips, he hears Langa whisper, “Always, my love.”
His dreams are bright and sweet that night.