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IC CONTACT ➛ mask or menace.

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[ Do your job, Reggie says. Derek's mouth goes a little dry, those three words making him feel this weird mix of needy, submissive arousal and combative, stubborn dominance he doesn't really know how to separate. He tries to keep the smirk going, but it falters when he looks Reggie in the eyes - Derek honestly can't tell if he wants to be on his knees for this guy or if he wants to treat him like a piece of meat. In the end, he does a sarcastic little salute and acts like he's still in control, but he can't hide the sincerity in his voice when he answers. ]

Yes, sir. Anything you want.

[ Derek drags his teeth over Reggie's throat in one quick, hasty kiss, peeling away from him and readjusting his position. It's a tight fit and not the most comfortable he's ever been, but Derek finds himself kneeling on the opposite end of the seat between Reggie's legs, and he stretches his shoulders, easing the already rapidly healing aches in his body (thanks, lycanthropy) as if he's getting ready for another hard day's work. He doesn't waste any more time than he needs to, sinking low and anchoring his lips to the underside of Reggie's cock, dragging his tongue along its length until it's nice and wet.

He takes it slow. Slower than last time, at least. He's not trying to tease him, though with each frustratingly gentle kiss and each barely-there swipe of his tongue, that might be an unintended consequence - he's being slow to ease Reggie back into the feeling of getting his dick sucked, given how tired and sore he's acting, and a part of him wonders if it would be too fucked up to use his dumb superpower to take a person's pain away and make them hit their physical peak for sex. Derek's got his palm softly squeezing the head of Reggie's dick as he looks up at him from between his legs. He thinks he's going to ask if Reggie wants that, or-- or if he wants him to go a little faster or work a little harder or something, but instead-- ]

You can, like - pull my hair. [ He swallows, gliding his palm up and down. ] Like you did before? If you want.

[ That sentence has an almost instantaneous reaction on Reggie, his breath hitching and hips pushing up toward Derek's mouth. Yes, yes. Anything he wants... he wants Derek to call him that before, but he also just wants to hear Derek say his name. He wants so many things, yet there's only so much longer this can last.

Nonetheless, might as well savor it. He's impatient, but doesn't mind that Derek is taking it slow; it's good, it draws it out, because he's not ready to come yet. Reggie sits up a bit more so that his back is pressed against the window, making more room for Derek and allowing Reggie better reach for his hands to dig their way back into Derek's hair. Each groan triggers a pull, and each loud groan triggers a hard one; Reggie tries to keep his volume down, but he's not good at it.

He pants: ]

Like-- l-like that. [ Which isn't a question, isn't asking about his hair-pulling, but is rather encouragement. ] Fuck, fuck, that's so good. I'm--

[ He heaves another breath, easing his hips into Derek's rhythm and letting his legs fall further apart again. His fingers grip Derek's hair tightly. ]

Keep it up. Make it good.

[ Derek tries not to roll his eyes but, of course, he immediately fails - obviously he'll make it good. He follows after Reggie when he sits up, refusing to let this moment break for even a second, stroking just a little faster and pressing his thumb to the underside of Reggie's cock. He's said it already, but he loves it when Reggie's loud; every time Reggie stifles a moan or bites one back it always seems to slip through his teeth, and that honestly might be Derek's favourite thing about him. He wants more of that. He wants more Reggie.

He finds a rhythm with his strokes and shuts his eyes, every twist of his hair and subsequent tug of his neck only making it better. His lips seal around Reggie's dick before too long, and he swirls his tongue over the tip as he hollows his cheeks with that first heavy suck - the harder Reggie pulls his hair the better it feels, but Derek can't tell if he likes the sharp pulls of pain that make his eyes water or if he just likes being told what to do by someone he's slowly considering an equal.

It's only been a few minutes but giving up early is a bad habit of his. Rather than savor the moment and take this as slowly as he should, Derek lowers his head deeper and deeper until he feels Reggie pressing against the back of his throat, and he reaches down between his own legs to start jerking off. He's not embarrassed about getting off like this the way he might have been when Reggie was driving, stroking faster and faster and only faltering when Reggie moans hard enough to have Derek needily fuck into his fist or desperately make a sound that's almost like a whimper because of how much he loved hearing him. His knees ache and he feels his leg starting to slip off the edge of the seat, but he doesn't care enough to stop. ]

God, you're so-- [ he hesitates, because he knows he's getting lost in the moment, being too casual with his flattery and his compliments and just handing this shit out before Reggie's done anything to earn it, but-- ]

You're so fucking hot, dude. I feel like I'm blowing a porn star, or something.

[ Not everyone would mean that as a compliment, but Reggie of course knows to take it as one. He loves porn, knows that porn stars are hard workers and hot as fuck in the way most people think of their favorite musicians or celebrities. Reggie does that too, of course, but--

While he'd probably never actually do it, Reggie's always thought he would be good at porn. It's hard not to fantasize occasionally about a job where you get paid to fuck people on camera, even if the reality of it might be too much for him. Reality doesn't matter in fantasies. ]

Ugh... God, yeah... bet you'd like getting paid to blow me.

[ He's properly hard by now, dick twitching in Derek's warm mouth and trying to push itself in deeper whenever Derek happens to pull back; Reggie hooks his knees over Derek's shoulders, using his hair to both pull him closer and hold him down in alternation. If they continue like this Reggie knows he'll get carried away and finish like before, in Derek's mouth or on his face, which is hot, but not--

Reggie yanks Derek's hair again. ]

Wolfboy, don't forget. Don't get me off yet, you need to-- [ Yank. ] Get up here and fuck me.

[ Reggie locks him in place and Derek chokes a little, but that actually seems to spur him on. Whatever hesitance he had in him bleeds away and Derek tries, as ever, to show Reggie what he's worth. He swallows around Reggie's cock and moans from the back of his throat as he takes him deeper, letting his eyes flicker shut as he strokes himself a little faster. He sucks and he sucks and he sucks until his eyes are watering and his jaw is starting to ache, and when Reggie yanks his hair hard enough to pull him away, he takes a hard breath of air and laughs a little dreamily, red-cheeked and almost dizzy. He grabs the base of Reggie's length and strokes him in easy, twisting pulls, looking up and making eye contact. ]

'Course I would. Fuck, I'd have paid to suck your cock, if you'd made me. I dunno if I'll ever be with a guy as hot as you again.

[ He's laying it on a little thick, being more generous than he might need to be and saying things he doesn't completely mean, but he does love Reggie's dick and Derek's pretttttty sure that if someone talked to him like this, he'd give them literally anything they wanted. But Reggie brings up being fucked and Derek smiles, even as he sticks his tongue out and lazily slaps the head of Reggie's dick against it, keeping him wet. ]

Okay. Now? You're in charge, tough guy.

[ The love Derek has for his cock is unbearably hot to Reggie, nearly beyond anything anyone else he's been with has ever done or said. Some of his partners never really drop the banter completely -- which generally Reggie is fine with, since he'll often do the same -- and the few who do are sincere in a very different way, not with such brazen and outspoken desire for him.

Reggie feels drunk on it. He's close enough to coming already from Derek's mouth work alone, both his words and his aggressive, warm tongue. His tight lips. Sharp teeth that Reggie might not have felt but certainly couldn't get off his mind, either. ]

Yeah, now.

[ Impatient, but hopefully not needy. He doesn't let go of Derek's hair, yanking him into a rough and desperate kiss once he's close enough. He enjoys the taste of himself, in that kiss-- wonders how narcissistic that would sound if he were to say so aloud. ]

You won't. [ A breath, and then another kiss. Tugging at Derek's lips with his teeth. ] Unless we do this again.

[ Derek's right, though; talking to Reggie like this does make him almost ready to do literally anything Derek might want. As it is, there's already dozens of utterly unrealistic thoughts and impulses running through his head that he knows would be ridiculous to say outloud, but he certainly feels them right now nonetheless. Stupid, irrational sex-haze thoughts. ]

So in case we don't, better make it count now, all right?

[ Reggie might not have felt the sharpness of Derek's teeth before now, but it's there in the kiss - he's hasty and he's messy and he's losing himself too deeply in the moment to be careful, and when he bites Reggie's lip and shows that he can give as good as he gets, he's not as considerate as he could be. He's violent and demanding and he wants this, panting and not self-conscious enough to hide how needy he feels, grinding his dick against Reggie's thigh in a mindless craving to be touched.

They break away and Derek needs a second to remember how to talk. ]

We will. I mean - I might give you a few days break. Give you some time to remember how to walk again, after I completely fucking wreck this ass. After that, though?

[ After that, he'll turn into a grizzled old piece of shit who jerks off to Reggie three or four times a night and stares bitterly at the ceiling in the afterglow as he suffocates under a blanket of guilt and regret, but. That's not what Derek's smile is saying in the present.

He jerks Reggie's waist towards him, pulling him a little further down the seat, then leans in to kiss his neck, mauling his throat until the bright red hickey starts to change into something darker, the start of a mottled purple bruise that'll come out in a few hours. He slips his hand over Reggie's cock and strokes him in backwards tugs, sighing against his throat. ]

C'mon, roll over. Chest down, ass up.

[ Mouth sore, Reggie runs his tongue over his bitten lips, as if testing to taste for blood but not displeased by the possibility. He wonders idly, dazedly, about how Derek's werewolf power works, but he's been love-bitten so many times tonight already that he imagines it can't be that simple.

Which is good. It is... but, if there were ever a time Reggie would agree to be turned without so much as a second thought, now would be it. He kisses and bites back greedily, licks his lips again, relishing the soreness that lingers even after the kiss has broken. ]

A-after that I can return the favor.

[ Maybe not as well; Reggie isn't a werewolf, he doesn't have the same kind of strength that helps elevates Derek's stamina and fucking to this unbelievable, wild urgency that's hard not be obsessed with, but he's still good-- still got the body, got the experience, and the versatile enthusiasm to back that up with. ]

I mean since you're a werewolf it like, makes sense for you to be my bitch.

[ Panting, he tries to keep his voice as even as possible to reaffirm some illusion of control. There's not much more than that he can do, or in fact does do; he lets his head fall back against the seat as Derek pulls his hips down, eagerly exposes his neck for the barrage of bruising hickeys that follows, groaning -- an impatient, whining sort of noise -- and then biting his lip. ]

Ffffuck-- [ It shouldn't make a big difference, the change in position. Right? His face colors a bit nonetheless. ] Should've figured you'd be into doggy style.

[ Breath heaving in and out and heart beating quickly, he turns himself over, burying his face in the palm of one hand as he hesitantly arches his back to lift his ass up. ]

Edited 2018-08-21 08:17 (UTC)

[ Derek's so insanely, intensely, unbelievably attracted to Reggie that he'll probably end up shooting his load the very fucking second that Reggie tells him he's ready to top. He's gonna be begging for Reggie to fuck him, desperate for his touch and acting like a horny slut who doesn't care about anything but getting laid. He can already tell it's gonna ruin his image, at least a little, should that day ever come. Reggie doesn't need to be a werewolf to ruin him.

But he's not gonna be that submissive tonight. There's a stammer in Reggie's voice and it makes Derek laugh, openly and with just trace amounts of mean. At the end of the day, he's all about claiming, an urge that'll grow in him even more once he's got a few years on him - and seeing the colour in Reggie's face, knowing that he was the one who turned it such a pretty shade of pink? That eclipses everything. ]

Careful. You don't wanna make me angry, do you? I can get pretty rough.

[ Reggie slips into place and the way he hides his face makes Derek smirk like he's won the fucking lottery, sharp teeth digging into his bottom lip. Try as he might to pretend they weren't funny, the dog jokes are kind of good, but he's not going to actually say that. He leans back and slowly jerks Reggie off, dragging his finger to his hole with his other hand and gently inserting the tip.

He can still feel the last of his earlier load in Reggie, slick and warm, and a second finger slides in easily enough, Reggie already stretched out for him. Derek sits up on his knees and lets go of Reggie's cock, slapping his ass just hard enough to leave a mark, fingering him a little faster. ]

Might not be a werewolf thing. Maybe I just like how you look like this. Bent over, submissive. Mine.

[ wait, that still sounds like a werewolf thing. ]

[ No matter what Derek does, it couldn't do much to hurt his image, at least not to Reggie-- since to Reggie that's what this night is. He enjoys sex whether he's giving or taking, enjoys different things about each and approaches them both a bit differently, but in either case rarely is he ever submissive. This is some image-ruining shit, right here.

Worst of all, he doesn't mind.

Reggie's fingers, the ones covering his face, begin to pull and dig into his hair, mussing up his bangs. He's still breathing hard, heavy ragged breaths that he tries to hold in by biting his lip harder, but as usual, staying quiet is impossible for Reggie. He wants this, wants it badly, but his reflexive instinct to protect himself from humiliation keeps blaring in his head like a fucking air-raid siren. He feels that sensitivity almost physically throughout his whole body, drawing out a growl or a groan from him with every touch Derek gives him as if Reggie hasn't already given himself away; he hates being obvious, and yet so rarely avoids it. ]

Maybe I do. [ Want to make him angry. ] Rough doesn't bother me.

[ His voice is raspy, but he speaks clearly rather than muttering, refusing to give up even though his hand still won't leave his eyes and forehead. He bites his lip again when Derek starts pressing his fingers into him, trying to breathe more deliberately, more slowly as he lets his legs slide a bit further apart. Moves his hips back and forth against Derek's fingers in frustration. Bent over, submissive. Mine. Reggie wants to argue, and can't.

With a harsher breath, he hazards a red-faced glare over his shoulder, although it's not entirely convincing; his gaze is half-lidded, unable to give into anger over desire and need. ]

And don't fucking laugh at me.

Edited 2018-08-21 09:12 (UTC)

[ Derek knows what it's like to be proud, he knows what it's like to want to be the Alpha Dog, so to speak, and it's funny, but so much of that humiliation Reggie's feeling is entirely in his own head. Derek's talking a big game about Reggie's submission and he's not shy about how he's getting off to the thought of claiming him, objectifying him, making him a conquest, but Derek really is weak to the guy. He's stupidly hot, unattainably so. He's funny. Chill. Interesting. Derek feels ridiculously lucky to be with him tonight and there really aren't a lot of guys out there who can measure up to him. Didn't really expect crashing some rando's party would get him here, but he's always liked trying new things.

And Reggie snapping at him not to laugh feels like something new. They toyed around being at each other's throats when all of this started, but it was a mix of Derek being annoying and fidgety and the two of them dealing with soon to be resolved sexual tension. Derek kind of likes it. He fucks Reggie with his fingers and leans over him to sink his teeth into his shoulder, the flat, dull edges of his front teeth leaving an even imprint and the pointed tips of his canines threatening to draw blood. He doesn't quite break skin, pulling back just as he's about to, controlled and practiced, and he drags his tongue against where it hurts. ]

I'll try not to laugh. [ Another kiss, moving up Reggie's shoulder and meeting his neck. He angles his chin and whispers softly against the shell of Reggie's ear. ] You're cute, though. I can't help it.

[ He drags his teeth over Reggie's ear, hot breath against skin, then pulls back, straightening up. Pulling his fingers from Reggie, he angles the tip of his cock to his hole and presses against it, pulling back at the last second to glide the length of his dick inch by inch over Reggie's ass. Teasing him, over and over again. ]

Just remember - you're still in charge. [ He's grinning, the smug piece of shit. ] You're gonna have to tell me you want me, if you're ready. Maybe with a few "please, Derek"s and "I need you"s thrown in.

Edited 2018-08-21 10:03 (UTC)

[ The feeling is somewhat mutual. Reggie didn't expect to enjoy this, or Derek, as much as he is, but things would never have gotten to this point if he hadn't. Maybe they'd still have fucked, but it would have been different-- it's only because Derek's Derek that Reggie's trusting him this much, even if that does only boil down to a matter of pride.

Pride gets in the way of what Reggie wants all the fucking time. An unavoidable catch-22. But Derek's both like Reggie and like a stranger, which makes it easier somehow not to care quite as much.

Reggie pants a bit harder, pushing his hips more impatiently back against Derek, arching his back as Derek leans over to bite him in order relish and prolong that closer contact. Every touch, finger and tooth is making him moan and twitch, gasp for breath. ]

Bite me all you want. That still won't make me yours.

[ He's much more exposed like this, unable to see Derek's face, to kiss or grab him, so it's harder to even pretend like he's the one in charge. Derek will listen to him, he's confident enough about that, but he won't do what Reggie says easily-- Reggie knows this too, because he's the same way. Fucking pride making it hard to ask for -- no, demand -- what he wants, when that's really the opposite of how it should work.

Motherfucker. ]

C'mon already, I want you to... god, just man the hell up already, Derek, I-- I need you. [ Reggie growls, gasps; legs shivering, hand covering his eyes again. ] Fuck, dude, please...

Edited 2018-08-21 10:47 (UTC)

[ Reggie is melting against him and Derek wants more of that. Another long, slow tease and Derek's relenting, too impatient and needy himself to really drag this game out any longer. Angling his cock towards Reggie, he hitches his breath and stretches him apart, fucking into him and holding onto his hips for balance. Reggie can't see him as clearly from here and it's an excuse for Derek to just let his guard down, dropping his jaw in stunned silence and screwing his eyes shut tight. Still feels fucking amazing.

He keeps his moans to a minimum until he can't hold back, and he bucks forward, resting his forehead against Reggie's shoulderblades as he just grinds into him as deep as he can manage. His fingers are trembling but Reggie feels like heaven and when he kisses up Reggie's spine to find his lips, it takes a second of kickstarting his brain into gear before he takes him in a sloppy, sideways kiss. It only takes a few seconds before he's picking up speed, fucking Reggie into the leather seats, rocking into him maybe a little too fast and a little too suddenly.

It's hard to talk, but he breaks the kiss, hilts his cock in Reggie, and he holds it there, laughing, soft and forced, against Reggie's ear. ]

Look at yourself. Listen to yourself. You're begging for it. You're already mine.

[ He shuts his eyes again and focuses on what he's doing, lost in the heat and the motion and the friction and the heat and the heat. Reggie's tight and he's hot and Derek can feel his last load easing back out of him with each thrust. He finds Reggie's shoulder again and bites the same spot as before, purposefully harder, purposefully trying to hurt. He's not sure if he's trying to tell Reggie not to ask for something he can't handle or if he genuinely wants to hear him gasp in pain and tell him he likes it, but it's hard and it's sharp, paired with soft swipes of his tongue and gentle sucks. ]

[ Reggie keeps melting, well past the point of no return. He rocks his body as close as he can against Derek's, one leg splaying off the seats as he struggles to keep holding himself together. He kisses back eagerly, groaning against Derek's mouth, but the moment it breaks he sinks his head more heavily against the seat, biting down on his fingers to keep himself quiet.

When it's intense like this, both emotionally and physically, it can be hard not to stay stupid shit while caught up in the delirium of pleasure. Reggie doesn't want that to happen, can already feel so many fucking stupid words he probably doesn't mean rising to the surface, but he can't stay silent-- not while Derek's fucking him and biting him like this, fast and hard and a little bit painful. But not bad. ]

Ahhhh-- ah! Fuck... [ Inhales through his teeth at the sharpness of that pain, while nodding his head against the seat. ] Luh-- l-love that. More.

[ Not what he meant to say, not what he wanted to say -- Reggie hadn't wanted to say anything just then, let alone on accident -- but still better than what he could have said.

He bites his lip again, squirming slightly against Derek as he tries to decide if he enjoys it more with the pain vs without it. He doesn't want Tate and his weird BDSM kink to be kind of validated, but-- well, fuck it. This still isn't BDSM, it's just... rougher sex than usual.

The heat is almost too much, almost but not quite, sticking to their bodies and making it hard to breath. Derek is hot against him, Reggie feels so hot that he's dizzy, needs to close his eyes to keep the rest of the car from spinning. His dick almost feels like it doesn't even belong to him until suddenly it does again, burning even hotter than the rest of him; he cries out sharply against his palm, hips shivering, dropping closer to the seat as he comes. He keeps his head down, but reaches behind himself to find some part of Derek that he can touch. ]

[ Sounds are what Derek wants. Stupid words are what Derek wants, if only so he can take them as tacit permission to say things that are worse, or somehow even more embarrassing than whatever desperate, needy thoughts are tumbling through Reggie's head. When he shouts out, sharp enough to ring in Derek's ear, it makes Derek grunt like he's physically, genuinely wounded by the noise, slamming his hips against Reggie and seeing stars when he bottoms out. His teeth sink down and when he bites it's hard, lacking in control, and he feels the sharp, iron tang of blood on his tongue, something almost - awakening. His eyes flash, a bright blue spark, and he draws his knees up closer, detaching himself from Reggie's shoulder and exhaling hard. ]

I-- I do too. I love this. I love--

[ Reggie pitches forward and blindly reaches back, groping aimlessly at his chest, and Derek leans in further so he can grab at his hair, his neck. He fucks Reggie through his climax, trying to hold eye contact, that bright blue having faded back to its usual, human-like hazel, and it's only when he feels Reggie clench down on him and squeeze that he realizes what's happening. What happened. ]

Holy shit, did you just come? Already? I literally just started--

[ Derek's chest flutters with pride - he feels like they've barely started and he can't deny feeling like a bit of a stud when Reggie crumples bonelessly beneath him, and when he laughs, it's not as mean as it was last time. Just happy. Surprised, but happy. Admittedly, this is the second time they've fucked in, like, an hour, but maybe what got Reggie off was the bite. The thought drives Derek fucking insane, and as soon as it hits him, he thinks he's close to tipping over the edge as well. He starts fucking Reggie faster, more wildly, snaking his arms beneath his chest and holding him close. ]

Fuck. Fuck? Holy fuck, okay, here, let me-- let me-- fuck--

[ He's a tangle of sweat and limbs when he sinks his teeth against Reggie's shoulder again, but he doesn't bite as hard this time, doesn't have the wherewithal. He leaves small, dotted impressions against Reggie's skin, clumsy and uneven, squeezing his arms tighter and tighter around him like he might fucking die if he lets go. It's consuming and maybe a little too intimate, hugging Reggie from behind like they're more than just friends, but he can't really help it, not now. Not like this. He wants to say something but he can't even think it through, just incoherently babbling fucks and Reggie's name between moans. ]

Ah - fuck. Oh my god.

I-- well...

[ Reggie had already been close-- Derek blowing him had gotten him most of the way there, so until a few seconds ago Reggie had felt like he lasted pretty long, all things considered. It had felt long, but now he realizes that perhaps time was passing in his head a little differently from in reality. Oh, god. ]

Sorry, that never-- that's never happened before. That never happens to me. [ He's making no sense now, but the sentence spills out of him anyway. ] But you don't have to stop.

[ He puts a hand over one of Derek's wrapped around him, enjoying the feeling of being held even though he doesn't want to like it. It makes him feel like a girl, like they're fucking spooning, but there's something nice about the closeness all the same. It's comfortable, like Reggie could stay this way with him for a while without getting tired of it.

Despite having climaxed, Reggie almost doesn't mind the fact it might have been a little premature, because he's still not ready for Derek to stop. His body is hot and tired and almost too sore to move, his muscles all crying out to go slack, but he's not ready-- wants to ride out this feeling for as long as he can, because the moment it abates he'll probably feel like crashing. He digs his nails into Derek's arms, pushes his hips to Derek's as far back as he can go, grips his own hair tightly with his other hand. ]

You keep marking me up like that and people are gonna be able to see it, y'know.

[ Which... is not necessarily Reggie objecting. More like he's just pointing out a fact. ]

[ All things considered, yeah, Reggie did pretty fucking well, but Derek's not only got a pretty skewed perspective on what it means to last, he's overly excitable and blindly thrilled by the fact that he made Reggie blow without touching his dick. It's this stupid, boyish pride that makes him feel like a man and every time he thinks of it he wants to surge forward and take him in another kiss. He laughs, warm, even though he's not supposed to. ]

No, don't - fuck, it was hot. You're so...

[ How many times can he say "you're so hot" before Reggie starts thinking he sounds stupid? He goes quiet and tries to find a balance between fucking Reggie as hard and as fast as he wants while slowing down enough to give him time to recover, but it doesn't really work - he's selfish and he needs this and every thrust into Reggie comes harder than it should, his fingers tracing cum and sweat over Reggie's muscles as he pants against his back. His nose is pressing into Reggie's shoulder and he's almost using him like a pillow, dropping his whole weight against him while he just loses himself in the tight heat that's holding him.

He tells Derek not to stop and that's hot enough to, again, make Derek want to come, but he manages to hold off. But then Reggie says the magic word, talks about marking him, makes Derek picture faceless boys on Reggie's football team shooting him jealous looks in the locker room while Reggie brags about how hard he was fucked. The thought of so physically claiming Reggie kind of makes Derek lose his mind, and he feels like maybe he can't last, after all. ]

I want everyone to know. I want everyone to see, I want-- I want you to see, I want-- fuck, I want--

[ He flips Reggie over onto his side as best as he can so he has better access to his throat and his neck, biting in sharp, pinching pricks and sucking with smooth, soothing laps of his tongue, leaving inch after inch of skin covered in pink and purple and red, shiny with his spit. It's too much, maybe, too sloppy and too unrefined because he's a fucking teenager who basically just heard it's hot when you do that and wants to double down. But it feels good. It feels great, actually.

It only takes a few more thrusts before he's losing his mind, and he pulls out of Reggie at the last second, jerking himself off as he shoots. He comes half on Reggie and half on the seat, taking him in a genuine, tender kiss when he blows, eyebrows pinched and breathing hard. His head is foggy and his entire body feels like it's on fire, and when he's finally done, he feels lightheaded and weak. They made this car a mess, and he should care about that more than he does, but when he collapses over Reggie he doesn't give a fuck. Just struggles to catch his breath while the world tilts off balance. ]

[ Never enough times, is the answer to that question-- maybe if Derek couldn't back it up, if he had nothing else to say or wasn't so obviously damn sincere about it, but since none of that is true, Reggie loves hearing it every single time. He doesn't need the validation to know that he's hot, but he still likes it.

Reggie makes no effort to push Derek off him, just shifts a bit to adjust himself more comfortably (lifting one leg out from under Derek to lean parallel against the back of the seat and folding one arm under his head to use as a pillow), and also get used to his body's slow comedown from everything that's just happened. It hasn't been that long, but it feels like they've been fucking for hours; Reggie's thighs feel slightly numb, his back aching, ass stinging once Derek's pulled out of him, neck feeling like it's on fire. He touches it gingerly to make sure he isn't bleeding, but not certain he'll care very much even if he is.

The car is a mess. That's not at the forefront of Reggie's mind right now, hardly his priority, but it's certainly one of many competing thoughts that's drifting through his head now. He's both into and unsure about the degree to which Derek's marked him, understanding the idea and appeal behind it while having some reservations for those very same reasons. Everyone can't know-- surely Derek's aware of that, right?

It's hard to even imagine what comes next, now. Will they do this again? Keep doing it until they're bored, 'til they've found other people, 'til... indefinitely? Reggie doesn't know what he'll want, exactly. But right now more of Derek hardly seems like a bad thing. No argument against seems strong enough. ]

Yeah. I wanna see. But-- [ He's breathing more slowly now, tired, truly spent. ] I also wouldn't want anyone to think that I'm playing favorites.

[ Reggie turns his head, seeking Derek's lips with his to kiss him again, slowly and warm. He wants to say something nice, especially after what he just said a second ago, but "nice" comes so awkwardly to him. ]

Um. Y'know, I mean, that was-- I don't usually... [ "Let people get away with as much as Derek did" is what he begins to mean, but then decides that sounds like too much praise. Reggie swallows. ] I'm not gonna start turning into a werewolf now, am I?

[ Derek's eyes stay closed for a while yet, the heavy rise and fall of his chest steadily starting to slow as everything stops spinning and his sweat starts to cool. By the time his pulse stops pounding in his ears and he feels like he can think again, he's getting a little chilly and he feels like he's made of jelly - he looks at Reggie, slightly out of focus, as he touches his neck and feels the sores Derek left there. Even in the afterglow of everything, he's pretty god damn happy to see it. Boy's an animal.

He's dopey as hell and he could fall asleep right now, feeling just as spent as Reggie, holding no reservations as he smiles all warm and fond and content. He shifts to get comfortable and maybe scooch a little closer, if he can do it without being noticed, and he's not sure if he's allowed to cuddle this dude now that they're done or if that's kind of taboo, but he's tactile and he likes contact. He rests his hand on Reggie's hip, at least. That much should be okay.

Reggie mentions favourites and Derek immediately rolls his eyes, but says nothing. Yeah, okay. Like anyone could measure up to him after tonight. The werewolf question, though - that's a good one. ]

There's, um - a hierarchy. I'm not... [ I'm not an Alpha, he starts to say, but veers away from that with an awkward laugh that he tries and fails to cover up. Seems like it'd be a blow to his pride to say something like that, given the whole competitive alpha male bullshit they've both been playing with all night. ]

Oh - so. Okay. My eyes - here. [ He shifts up a little, frowns at Reggie, and again, his eyes spark to life. That dull hazel melts into an electric blue, bright enough to illuminate the interior of the car like it's parked under some seedy motel's neon vacancy sign. Which it may as well be, given what they just did. ]

Red eyes mean you can bite someone. Gold eyes mean you can't. Blue means you can't, too, but - [ He struggles, going so visibly upset so fucking quickly that he seems to actually forget what it is he wants to say, and when he kickstarts his brain into working again, he stumbles through whatever it is he's trying to say. ] It - uh - blue just - blue means you can't, but in, like, a different way.

[ he drops back down. ]

Come see me if I ever have red eyes, I guess. It's never gonna happen, but if it does, I'll totally turn you. If you want.

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Oh.

[ That's all there is to say about it, at first; Reggie doesn't really know the rules here, how all this werewolf stuff works or what it really means. He knows what terms like "alpha" and "beta" mean in the basic sense, and certainly within a masculine hierarchy, but that's as deep as his knowledge goes.

Reggie likes Derek's eyes, but those bright blue ones are undeniably somewhat breathtaking. He touches Derek's cheek, stroking his hand up the side of his face and through Derek's hair-- if he's letting Derek cuddle him, then Reggie should be allowed at least this much.

(Letting, like he doesn't like the feel of Derek's stupid buff body pressed against him, the heat from it, even the sticky cling of sweat and spit and come between them. No, he doesn't need this... but Derek does, so Derek can have it.) ]

It's fine. I was just curious. [ It seems like A Thing, somehow. Reggie wasn't expecting that. Derek just seems so effortlessly powerful for there to be a Thing. ] Didn't mean that I want you to-- relax. Don't be...

[ ... Upset. ]

This is better.

[ Derek's somewhat uneasy up until Reggie's thumb grazes over his cheek. He lifts his eyes to meet Reggie, eyes still alight with a cold, icy steel, and it's - moving. He didn't expect to be moved, not emotionally. Reggie says "this is better", and maybe he just means he likes the atmosphere better when Derek's not upset, but that's not how he takes it. Reggie likes his eyes? He thinks Reggie's saying he likes his eyes, and he goes a little pink, made all the more visible by the doggy headlights in his skull. ]

You remind me of my mom.

[ He says it all warm and soft and good-natured and then immediately blanches, eyes flicking back to hazel as he panics. Shit, wait. ]

Wait, holy shit, okay, hold on. Not like - okay, that was a weird thing to say after I fucked your brains out? I'm not saying you remind me of my mom because-- I don't like you, and I'm not, like, weird? I'm not-- I wouldn't fuck my--

[ His grip on Reggie's hip gets a little tighter. "Effortlessly powerful", Reggie said, but now here he is, alert and awake and tripping over himself in a frenzied panic, trying to forge through this. Recalibrating recalibrating recalibgrating g,. ]

Just - when - when my eyes changed, I was upset, and she said that they were still... beauti... you know what? You might not have even been complimenting my eyes. You might have just wanted me to stop being all weird and sad and-- hey, fuck this. Fuck this conversation. Fuck this? Fuck you.

[ He drops onto his back, pinching the bridge of his nose and shutting his eyes shut tight. Jesus. Okay. Hold on. Fuck. ]

Oh, man.

[ Reggie's eyes literally widen in horror at that. Hey, Derek? Wow? No? Inappropriate???? Reggie's the one here that's supposed to be into MILFs, but that comment is a lot to unpack, even for him.

Derek clarifies some more, which helps, but Reggie has already quickly and awkwardly broken eye contact, leaning his head more on his arm like a pillow so that he can stare in some safer direction for the time being. ]

Okay. Definitely stop talking about your mom. Stop talking about fucking your mom. Or not fucking-- whatever. [ But it's less appalling and more funny, the more time passes. ] And yeah, stop being all weird and sad. That too. But...

[ He turns his head to give Derek a mild smirk, eyebrow cocked skeptically but his expression otherwise kind of mildly but painfully amused. Now would be a good time to say "You already did," the most classic yet appropriate response to "Fuck you" right about now, but instead Reggie just says casually: ]

Anyway, I like your eyes. In a normal way.

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[ There's tension in the air right up until he realizes Reggie's laughing at him. He's okay with being laughed at, and he's just glad he won't have to do a naked walk of shame after Reggie thinks awkward, babbling Derek is too much less appealing than fuck-crazy animal Derek. Resting his head directly on the seat, he can hear his pulse echo back at him through the leather, making him tired again. Soothing him.

He's not sure what prompts him to look at Reggie and nudge his foot with his own, a light and affectionate way to grab his attention. ]

I like your eyes, too.

[ Blue eyes aren't-- good, and compliments for them are few and far between back home, so maybe it's touching him a little too much to get some kind of recognition. It doesn't matter. It's stupid, he's stupid. It doesn't feel like he can go back to pulling Reggie close any time soon, but he still sort of wants to, inching forward to almost close the distance but not quite get there. ]

Sorry. I don't know what I'm doing. I like you. In - a normal way.

[ That makes Reggie laugh again, though not in a cruel way. This right now is a lot more like the Derek he met earlier tonight, but was easy to forget about while they were both half-naked. Derek's kind of a dumb, dorky jock, but at least he's a cute one.

If also a bit needy. But maybe Reggie isn't the best judge of "needy." ]

Yeah. Normal's good. And I guess you're okay, too. Like, for an idiot.

[ Reggie feels like he's pretty much proven that he likes Derek (in a normal way) by now, too. Mainly because he'd rather not have to spell it out-- it should go without saying, right? Moving is still a bit painful, causes Reggie to hiss out through his teeth, but he closes the distance a bit more by pulling Derek closer, kissing whatever part of skin he can reach easiest, letting his hand find a spot on Derek to rest itself. This is absolutely not normal, Reggie thinks... but even so, it's good. So maybe that doesn't matter so much after all.

He doesn't know what he's doing, either. ]

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