[That sounds like a terrible idea, probably the worst ever, because the sudden pressure on his dick makes Archie's hips buck and he grabs onto Reggie's biceps for support. Sure, it's just a hand over his sweatpants, but it's more than he's had in months (aside from the night of the party which certainly didn't help) and like kissing, or dating, or anything really... it does that funny thing where it starts to feel a little less like maybe he's got a big empty void in the pit of his belly that he doesn't understand or know how to address.
Which is probably why he sounds absolutely appalled when he asks:] What? Now? [He can't even imagine just going to bed first. Waiting that long. He can't imagine feeling any less like this, ever, unless Reggie's hand keeps moving like that and suddenly the prospect of adding hours onto the two weeks worth of waiting is nigh unthinkable. Archie leans in again, leaving a trail of slow, clumsy, wet kisses up the curve of Reggie's jaw, hopeful and insistent.
Part of it is physical (okay, a lot of it), but so much of it isn't just that and he wants— he wants. He doesn't know how to express it with anything but his mouth sliding over warm skin. Muffled there:] Come on, don't stop.
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Which is probably why he sounds absolutely appalled when he asks:] What? Now? [He can't even imagine just going to bed first. Waiting that long. He can't imagine feeling any less like this, ever, unless Reggie's hand keeps moving like that and suddenly the prospect of adding hours onto the two weeks worth of waiting is nigh unthinkable. Archie leans in again, leaving a trail of slow, clumsy, wet kisses up the curve of Reggie's jaw, hopeful and insistent.
Part of it is physical (okay, a lot of it), but so much of it isn't just that and he wants— he wants. He doesn't know how to express it with anything but his mouth sliding over warm skin. Muffled there:] Come on, don't stop.