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“Langa?”
“…”
“You’re squishing my hips and I can’t breathe.”
“…”
Reki let out a long sigh, knowing that he had no choice but to lean back against Langa’s slightly larger frame. The older boy had his arms completely wrapped around Reki’s shoulders, and his leg had folded over the curve of his hip so his heel was resting against Reki’s knee. There was still so much the redhead was learning about Langa, but one thing he did know was that when he wanted attention, he had a tendency to completely cling to the person he wanted to get closer to.
It could be exhausting at times, but it was honestly pretty cute. Who knew that such a stoic and responsible person could be so affectionate? It certainly wasn’t something that Reki had ever expected.
There was such a gap that had grown between them. A gap that, while enforcing Langa’s talents and skills, had only made Reki doubt his own, and eventually spiral, depleting his self-confidence. But this was one of the best ways to close it, physically.
Reki imagined closing it with words or an apology. It did come, but it didn’t carry the same weight and comfort as this. Just being here, pressed up against the one person who he had really found to love.
“My Reki.” Langa’s voice, no more than a whisper, cut through the redhead’s thoughts, and he found himself growing red in the face.
“Eh?”
Instead of responding, Langa only let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a whimper before burying his head into the thick red fluff.
“Hey, Langa—“ Reki began to struggle, attempting to break free of the older boy’s iron grip. He needed to know what he meant by that, but the more he squirmed to free himself, the more Langa seemed determined to hold him in the same position.
“You’re staying here, you’re mine,” Langa murmured, continuing to hold the struggling redhead in place. Then Reki froze, the hot flush spreading all the way to the tips of his ears as he felt the boy’s lips press against the back of his neck.
That was all that was needed to confirm the meaning of the previous statement; no words were required anymore. Langa’s grip around Reki’s shoulders softened, and this time, instead of forcing the smaller boy’s body against his, he just gently wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Reki could sense that this hug was more protective, more loving and warm than the iron-gripped, seemingly attention-seeking one from before.
Reki’s eyes drooped, suddenly becoming very heavy with tiredness. “You’re so warm…” The words left his mouth before he could bite them back, but honestly, he didn’t care. Leaning against the older boy’s supportive frame, Reki allowed sleep to overtake him; he didn’t have a tough time falling asleep like he normally did. Perhaps it was because he was with someone who he really cherished, and felt safe with them. Perhaps it was because he was by the side of the person who loved him in the way that only the two of them could understand.
Reki didn’t need to imagine his perfect world anymore; he was living it now.