Reno moaned into his mouth, body pulsing again before fucking into him, the slick sound loud when their skin slapped together.
“I’m so close. I won’t last," Reno gasped, his hips stuttering from their smooth rhythm. He grew louder, faster, and with a choked moan that sounded almost like Luka’s name, he came with multiple strong pulses inside of Luka.
He breathed against Luka, their skin sticking together, still jerking inside of Luka’s body. Luka tightened around Reno and he moaned, whimpering, “That’s not fair," before slowly pulling out of Luka with a gasp. He turned his face to kiss Luka’s cheek and said, “Your body’s unreal.”
Luka huffed a laugh. “Thank you, I think?”
“High compliment,” Reno said, taking in a big breath and lifting himself. He was smiling at Luka, cocky and self-assured before capturing Luka’s lips again in a filthy kiss. When he pulled back, Luka felt dizzy and Reno’s eyes were searching his face. “Are you good?”
“I said I would be.”
“Hm?” Reno tilted his head a little and Luka’s heart melted.
“I promised I’d be good.”
Reno’s eyelids fluttered for a moment and he made an obscene noise. “You…” He mumbled a few words in Japanese before shaking his head.
Luka watched him for a moment, admiring the flush of his cheeks, the way his sweat-slick skin looked in the stark greenroom lights. Reno looked like he was fighting with himself for something more to say but Luka pushed up from the couch and grabbed onto Reno’s shoulders to climb into his lap. Reno looked surprised and slightly dazed for a moment before his hands found Luka’s back and his fingers sprawled, wide and steady over skin. Luka shivered, feeling the way Reno lightly scratched at him, how he looked up at Luka with something akin to admiration.
Luka pushed his hair away from his face and leaned down, pressing a kiss first to the freckle over Reno’s left eye, then to the gentle curve of his cheekbone, to the side of his nose, and then Reno turned his face just enough to catch Luka’s lips. Luka made a small noise of surprise and melted into it, Reno’s hands so strong against his back, holding him up and in place before they moved down to his hips and grabbed them tightly. Reno lifted him just enough to extend his legs out and lean his back against the arm of the couch before moving Luka back onto his lap.
His thumbs pressed into Luka’s hips and Luka looked down to the mess he’d made of Reno’s shorts, to the milky condom still covering Reno’s half-hard cock, to the cropped trail of dark hair that shined from how slick it was. Reno’s cock twitched, then he pressed a thigh between Luka’s legs and used the grip on his hips to make Luka rock against him. Luka braced himself on Reno’s shoulders, feeling the way flesh gave way to fabric and back again where Reno’s outfit strapped over his thighs. The metal buckles and studs felt so cold in contrast to Reno’s skin, it made Luka twitch, but Reno kept his grip on him, making him roll his hips, sliding his heat against Reno's leg.
“You are so good for me," Reno said, and Luka burned, knowing he was slowly soaking Reno’s clothes. “I could watch you all night.”
Luka couldn’t find a way to respond other than to whimper, pathetically, as he let Reno control him. The metal bits on Reno’s outfit warmed, the texture of them against fabric against skin making Luka feel insane. It wasn’t enough, but it was Reno’s leg he was getting off on, usingReno’sbody, Reno’sperfectbody, for his own pleasure.
Reno was watching him, with a look of fascination and smug contentment, so Luka trailed a hand down Reno, pausing only to pinch a nipple through his crop top, which made Reno gasp and laugh lightly as he jerked from it. He scratched down Reno’s ribs, then through his pubes and kept going, pushing his shorts down more out of the way until he was between Reno’s legs, teasing him.
Reno looked amazed, his legs spreading as much as they could with Luka on his lap as Luka trailed his fingers, one by one, over his hole then back up and out to tease the length of his cock.
“You got another one of these?” Luka asked, running his fingers over the condom, watching Reno’s cum press against the latex as he twitched. Some had spilled out from the bottom and pooled on Reno’s hip, so Luka ran a finger through it.
With a gasp of realization, Reno admitted, “No.” He looked apologetic for a second before his eyes widened at Luka, who was lifting a wet finger to taste. “Wow.”
“A mistake,” Luka teased and Reno’s hands momentarily squeezed his hips. Luka leaned back and away from Reno on one hand and took himself into the other.
Reno snapped the condom off and dropped it to the floor before smearing his own cum over himself with a low noise as he joined Luka, jerking himself off. He didn’t take his eyes off Luka, working his lip between his teeth when they weren’t parted in a sigh. He put a second hand on himself, un-hurriedly teasing himself, his fingers gliding in a way that looked sinful, andLuka—absorbed so completely in watching Reno touch himself—forgot he‘d intended to put on a show.
Instead, he worked his hand over himself, chasing pleasure at the same pace Reno was, feeling it mount under his skin as Reno started to let out these small, sexy gasps. Reno dropped one of his hands to move faster, the head of his cock a deep red as it stiffened and dripped, and Luka could feel himself slick against Reno’s thigh.
He grabbed Luka’s leg and squeezed, his sharp nails digging into Luka’s skin as he came with a gasp, thick ropes of cum splattering against his stomach and his shirt, stark against the black fabric. Luka felt himself follow, his gut rolling out from under him as he ground down against Reno’s leg, letting himself throb against Reno’s skin.
He took in a deep breath as Reno coaxed him through it, hand rubbing Luka’s thigh and muttering to him in a mix of different languages until Luka stopped jerking against him and leaned forward, resting his forehead against Reno’s chest. He turned his head to the side and could hear Reno’s heart hammering, hear his breath coming in heavy, and though he might have imagined it, he almost thought he could feel Reno trembling.
He lifted his hips and tried to move away, but Reno wrapped his arms around him and held him in place.
Luka could hear Reno’s heart slowing, and he breathed with him, taking in his smell. It was something primal, heady after what they’d done, but there was a light sweetness to it too, almost floral. It reminded him of powdery, flowering trees and sugar. Reno finally relaxed his grip on Luka and allowed him to sit up. He slid down Reno’s legs, taking immense satisfaction at the mess he’d made of Reno’s outfit, then let himself fall back onto the couch. He propped his head up on the armrestand breathed in, low and deep, and Reno slowly sat up, looking dazed with his hair disheveled and his eyes glassy
“Are you okay? How do you feel?” Reno asked, a hand resting on Luka’s knee.
Luka took stock of himself and huffed a laugh. “Satisfied. I’m gonna be so sore.”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Reno’s eyes cleared, intense and searching.
Luka smiled at him deviously. “Not in a way I didn’t like.”
Reno took in a steadying breath and nodded before softly sliding his hand down Luka’s leg, then getting up and off the couch. He crossed the room, pulled a towel out of a duffel bag, and wiped himself off before shoving everything back into place and zipping his ruined shorts up.
