[ Reggie can't help but smirk, entirely pleased -- not to mention turned on, himself -- with how this is turning out, how Archie's responding to him. Fuck, Archie is cute. He always has been cute, but like this Reggie can finally allow himself to appreciate that fact fully, especially knowing that even out of the other people (boys included) Archie messed around with at their party, Reggie's the one who's remained in Archie's thoughts.
So maybe all the booze and coke hadn't been such a terrible idea after all.
Reggie leans his weight back slightly against the door, turning his head to kiss the top of Archie's, and then just resting it there against Archie's soft hair. ]
That's my name. [ He exhales, almost a laugh. More quietly, he murmurs: ] Relax, bro, I got you.
[ Reggie wets his lips, then bites them at the corner; the way Archie groans his name is striking below the belt, quite literally. Good, but Reggie is almost painfully turned on by now.
Almost panting, he withdraws his hand from Archie's pants just long enough so he can spit into his palm and then return it, stroking Archie more fervently now with that mild respite in friction. His other arm wraps tighter around Archie, fingers again digging deeper into his hair, and Reggie's eyes close too as he indulges in holding Archie like this. He decides he doesn't care if Archie doesn't remember most of this later, or if it never happens again; he wants, wants too much, but this is already more than he ever expected. Like... a fantasy. ]
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So maybe all the booze and coke hadn't been such a terrible idea after all.
Reggie leans his weight back slightly against the door, turning his head to kiss the top of Archie's, and then just resting it there against Archie's soft hair. ]
That's my name. [ He exhales, almost a laugh. More quietly, he murmurs: ] Relax, bro, I got you.
[ Reggie wets his lips, then bites them at the corner; the way Archie groans his name is striking below the belt, quite literally. Good, but Reggie is almost painfully turned on by now.
Almost panting, he withdraws his hand from Archie's pants just long enough so he can spit into his palm and then return it, stroking Archie more fervently now with that mild respite in friction. His other arm wraps tighter around Archie, fingers again digging deeper into his hair, and Reggie's eyes close too as he indulges in holding Archie like this. He decides he doesn't care if Archie doesn't remember most of this later, or if it never happens again; he wants, wants too much, but this is already more than he ever expected. Like... a fantasy. ]