Not even the handjob part, exactly, though he's certainly not not enjoying that. But the fingers tugging at his hair, the barely-there pressure of a wayward kiss to the top of his head, the way his heart flip-flops around in his chest because he can hear the want in Reggie's voice. For him. And Reggie is so much more sturdy and solid than anyone else he knows, why hadn't he ever noticed that before? He's so easy to lean against, to relax into bonelessly, even as Archie presses insistently into the hand when it returns, wetter than before.
It's different than-- than his last, somehow. Not physically (although, yes physically), not just because Reggie doesn't have cello callouses. But there's something else, something... easier. It's almost like there's less pressure to prove himself, or be left in the dust.]
Please. [It's more a sigh than a word, too busy soaking up the attention and affection to think about returning it just yet while his brain isn't firing on all cylinders. ] I want— [He doesn't know, actually. Everything. More of this, certainly, even though he isn't... actually getting any harder.
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Not even the handjob part, exactly, though he's certainly not not enjoying that. But the fingers tugging at his hair, the barely-there pressure of a wayward kiss to the top of his head, the way his heart flip-flops around in his chest because he can hear the want in Reggie's voice. For him. And Reggie is so much more sturdy and solid than anyone else he knows, why hadn't he ever noticed that before? He's so easy to lean against, to relax into bonelessly, even as Archie presses insistently into the hand when it returns, wetter than before.
It's different than-- than his last, somehow. Not physically (although, yes physically), not just because Reggie doesn't have cello callouses. But there's something else, something... easier. It's almost like there's less pressure to prove himself, or be left in the dust.]
Please. [It's more a sigh than a word, too busy soaking up the attention and affection to think about returning it just yet while his brain isn't firing on all cylinders. ] I want— [He doesn't know, actually. Everything. More of this, certainly, even though he isn't... actually getting any harder.
Ahh, whiskey dick.]