[Oh, now there's fingers in his hair: that's the stuff. Archie makes a noise in the back of his throat, pressing himself as close up against Reggie as he can possibly get, hands wandering around for the best place to settle. He did kiss Kyle a little bit, he thinks (or did he... hard to remember), so it's not his first time making out with someone as big and solid as himself (probably), but it's still novel.
Eventually one hand lands on Reggie's hip, and the other slips up his side to curl around his back, a subtle way for him to hang on so he doesn't end up clumsily overbalancing anytime soon. When he's secure, the light, soft exploration of Reggie's mouth turns more insistent: when he tugs at Reggie's bottom lip it's with his teeth now, not his own lips. His tongue drags against the roof of Reggie's mouth, and Archie maneuvers him as well as he can up against the now-closed door.]
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Eventually one hand lands on Reggie's hip, and the other slips up his side to curl around his back, a subtle way for him to hang on so he doesn't end up clumsily overbalancing anytime soon. When he's secure, the light, soft exploration of Reggie's mouth turns more insistent: when he tugs at Reggie's bottom lip it's with his teeth now, not his own lips. His tongue drags against the roof of Reggie's mouth, and Archie maneuvers him as well as he can up against the now-closed door.]