“Out,” Reno breathed.
Luka pulled his fingers from Reno’s body and Reno came crashing down on top of him. He pressed Luka to the ground, pinning him to the hotel floor.
Instantly, Reno found Luka’s mouth with his, groaning between open lips. He kissed Luka like he was starving, hands going under Luka’s shirt to tease skin, pinching, pulling, and grabbing as his tongue pressed against Luka’s. He pulled away with a sharp inhale only to go for Luka’s neck, tugging his hoodie away from his shoulder to bite hard. Luka’s legs dropped to the sides, not minding his back against the hard floor with Reno soft on top of him. Reno left scratches down his sides, and every time he bit into the side of his neck, chills rolled down Luka’s spine.
He could hear himself getting louder, desperate, as Reno mouthed at his skin. His hands curled into the hoodie fabric, tugging at it, needing to feel Reno’s skin against his.
“Reno," Luka breathed out, his voice deep and raspy, and he could feel Reno shudder when he said his name, “take me to bed?”
Reno pushed off the ground, taking his heat with him, and hurried to pull his pants up just enough to be able to walk. He froze when he looked at Luka, his eyes widening at the way Luka was sprawled on the floor, legs open and propped up on his elbows. He took in a shaky breath before reaching down and pulling Luka off the ground.
Luka turned away before he lost his will to move somewhere more comfortable and start groping Reno right then and there, and as he stepped towards the bedroom, Reno snaked his hands around his middle under his clothes. He pressed his body against Luka’s, his mouth at the back of Luka’s neck, as they made their way to the bedroom, where he pushed Luka’s hair and clothes aside.
Luka’s knees hit the bed and Reno pushed him. His chest fell onto the soft mattress and Reno lifted him by the thighs until his knees were on the bed, too. Reno wasted no time reaching around Luka, unbuttoning his jeans, andpulling them down until they bunched around his knees. Then, he leaned forward and shoved his face between Luka’s legs, licking at him with a needy moan. Luka’s head fell forward, resting on his arms, his back arched as Reno grabbed his thighs and spread him, parting his lips over Luka’s hole.
Luka hid his face in his arms, feeling too exposed as Reno pried him apart with his tongue. He could taste Reno still, smell him on his hands, but with Reno’s fingers slipping into his body, he soon forgot how exposed he’d felt and melted into the sheets with a soft sigh. He couldn’t keep his eyes open and he was soworked up already from what he’d done to Reno, he could feel himself close to coming even though Reno had barely touched him.
Once Reno had his fingers inside of Luka everywhere he could, it was enough to topple him over the edge, surprising them both. Luka shook from it, clenching around Reno’s fingers, and he heard Reno muttering something in an awed voice. He felt himself dripping down his thigh when Reno slid his fingers out. He made a pleased hum, and the squelch of Luka’s body made Luka bury his face deeper into his arms. He could still hear Reno speaking in Japanese and vowed right then to try to learn.
“Hey," Luka choked out, turning his face to the side to rest on his forearms, “stop.”
Reno pulled away, hands instantly leaving Luka’s body, and Luka fell to the side with a grunt. “Did I do something?”
“No," Luka gave him a half-lidded look and smirked, “just overstimulated. Help me get undressed?”
Reno visibly relaxed then pulled his hoodie and shirt off before kicking his shoes to the side and crawling onto the bed. He tugged Luka’s clothes off next, carefully folding and setting them aside, then pulled back the comforter for them to move under.
Luka, not minding how messy he felt, let Reno wrap him in the blanket. Reno followed him down, curling himself against Luka’s chest and pressing his nose to skin. Luka tugged the tie holding Reno’s braid together out of his hair and slipped it onto his wrist before unwinding the strands and running his fingers through them. Reno sighed into the touch, his body somehow easing even closer against Luka’s skin. He scratched over Reno’s scalp, admiring his pitch black roots next to the light pink, his hair wavy from the braid and more coarse than Luka had imagined it.
He knew Reno was falling asleep with how his breathing evened out, and Luka let it happen, his hand still slowly moving through Reno’s hair, feeling dazed. Holding Reno while he slept felt more intimate than what they’d just done together and Luka had trouble wrapping his mind around how easy it seemed to be for Reno to just accept whatever this was that was forming between them. Luka pulled back after lingering, searching Reno’s face for any signs of discomfort and found him peacefully asleep. Luka wished he could fall asleep that fast; it was difficult for him to feel comfortable sleeping in different places or with new people.
But, something about Reno didn’t feel new at all.
He took in every detail of Reno’s face, his thin eyebrows, the black freckle over his left eye, the soft curve of his nose and lips. He looked sonormal, his eyelashes were short, his lips slightly chapped; there was a smudge of eye makeup left over from last night’s show on his right eyelid, and Luka felt his chest swell getting to see Reno like this, getting to know this version of him. And, while it was a marvel to see Reno so closely, it still felt like Luka had somehow known this person his whole life. Like, each feature, each beauty and flaw, was something he’d known forever and was only just now remembering.
He’d spent the day observing Reno, memorizing his expressions and his voice, the way he moved his hands when he spoke, the easy curl of his smile, and had noticed the openness of his face wasn’t reserved for sleep. It seemed like it was always like this; Reno truly had nothing to hide, nothing to safeguard. He walked around with the ease of someone who had earned his spot in the world and understood the rules.
Luka couldn’t relate to that feeling. When he was feeling good, he was still a bundle of nerves, and it was always a push to find his footing day by day—his time here, with Reno, had been the first time in so long that he hadn’t been thinking of what tosay next, or how to move his body, or if he was doing the right thing. He didn’t know if it was because he became so wrapped up in Reno’s infectious energy when they were together that he forgot himself, or if it really was that comfortable to hold Reno to his chest and let him sleep.
He pressed his forehead to the top of Reno’s head and inhaled, trying to understand the way all of it made him feel. He tried to memorize the weight of Reno against his body, tried to imprint the smell of his hair so he could recall it later. Dread was creeping up his spine again, but it was something different then before—it had taken a new form. At some point through the day, he’d gone from clawing with worry that he wasn’t the right one for Reno to be paying attention to or spending time with, to a sick desperation that he was about tolose this.
He stopped playing with Reno’s hair and pressed his palm over Reno’s neck, feeling his heartbeat through the thin skin. It felt so slow compared to Luka’s own pounding pulse that for a second, it reminded him how to breathe again.
His throat still felt heavy and tight, but he glanced at the clock and saw it was early still. He knew that their flights were tomorrow, that they would fly in opposite directions, separated by a whole ocean. He focused on Reno’s pulse and felt his own start to even out to match. The heat of Reno’s skin under his palm was a comfort, even if it would be a brief one.
He let his eyes close, wishing that somehow this could be the rest of his life.
“Luka.”
Reno’s hand was in his hair as he looked down at him. He was sitting, and through sleep-hazed eyes, Luka took in Reno’s messy hair, his narrow hips, his open and awed expression.
“I must be dreaming,” Luka said, reaching a hand out to Reno’s wrist. He rolled the bracelet chain between his fingers then wrapped his hand around Reno’s forearm and found him solid and strong.
“That is what I said.” Reno bent down and brushed a kiss against Luka’s temple. “I opened my eyes and found you.” He ran his hand from Luka’s hair to his waist, tracing light lines with his nails, leaving chills in their wake. Reno had an intensity in his eyes when Luka turned his head to admire him. “I fell asleep. I wasted time we had together.”
“Me too," Luka said. “How long was I out?”
Reno glanced at the clock. “About two hours. Longer than I usually nap for, gomen nasai. I’d usually be well into my routine right now.”
