[He's careful, and he's slow. He doesn't make any sudden movements. It's as though Reggie has suddenly turned into a rabbit - jumpy and likely to flee.
The strange thing is that Nick is realizing he doesn't really want him to flee. Nick, who is generally relatively easy-going, is finding this mortal kind of worth keeping around. Dumb, but not too dumb. Loyal, probably. Certainly he's warm in bed, even with the cuddling (that Nick is pretty sure is not on purpose).]
[ That's the main point Reggie's latched onto for now that seems most important to clear up, even if it's just one small part of a greater truth that's still very hard to wrap his head around completely. He knows -- thinks he knows, at least -- that he's not here because of magic, he remembers agreeing to stay and why, he doesn't have any concerning lapses of memory, but there could always be other things that haven't even occurred to him to be on guard for yet.
But then, if that were the case, he doesn't think Nick would be telling him this at all. ]
I wanna see you do something else. [ He pauses, glancing at the candles. ] Something cool.
Do you want me to cast a spell on you? A protection spell?
[Which is...admittedly, not the only spell that Nick has considered casting on his submissive, but to be fair mostly he's resisted the temptation to make him talk, or see things, or who knows what else. He has an entire world to choose from.
Nick leans back against the counter and considers what might qualify as cool (that isn't raising the dead. That was cool).
He opens his hand, and flicks a finger - very elegant - and Reggie is suddenly dressed in a designer suit, slick and tailored.]
[ Do, which may feel like a bit of a stupid question, but for someone as reckless, aggressive, and trouble-prone as Reggie can be, what actually qualifies as "danger" (let alone "protection") is not necessarily as straightforward as it may seem to define, let alone how said protection would even manifest. He's distracted from finishing his question by what happens next anyway, which is cool-- he's impressed, clearly pleased, staring down at himself, running his hands along the material before he looks back up at Nick, grinning. ]
Whoa. Damn. I look good, don't I? Okay-- I'm okay with it.
[ He probably would have been anyway, eventually, but cool fringe benefits for him only makes it easier to accept more quickly and readily. He hesitates, then moves closer. ]
And I won't tell anyone. Cuz... it's a secret, right?
[He tips his head and makes that face, that suggests more kind of than yes.]
It's sort of a secret. But yeah, I'd rather you not spread it around.
[He still wants to control the way people find out, certainly. Around here, there are a lot of people who know, but that still doesn't make Nick comfortable with other people just knowing.
As it is, anyway.
He reaches for him, then, and takes the lapel of the coat in his hand and uses it to bring Reggie down for a kiss.]
[ He likes being trusted with something this personal, even if it's still hard to know how to feel about it in general-- and even if he hasn't told anyone about Nick yet, let alone anything about Nick, so it's an easy promise to make. Weirdly, though, it does make them feel a little closer.
Reggie is easily drawn down into the kiss, letting his hands rest on Nick's hips as he leans more of his weight against the counter, pulling their bodies closer, and then moves one hand into Nick's hair. ]
So're you. [ It's not something he makes eye contact while saying, but then he kisses Nick again, deeper, his voice low. ] Wanna take this off me now?
[He breathes it, and he kisses Reggie again, and moves forward to slip his hands under the coat, to push it back off Reggie's shoulders. He takes a step forward.]
I trust you.
I wouldn't have told you if I didn't.
[He might be able to change memories, but he doesn't like it, as someone who has been mind controlled in the past.]
[ Nick steps forward and Reggie leans back, digging his fingers deeper into Nick's hair and nodding into the kiss. No matter his uncertainty with this arrangement, any reservations he may have had or still does have about them becoming intimate, he likes it-- maybe it's just his lonely, rebound impulse talking, but having someone to rely on and confide in, and who trusts him enough to do the same, is an addictive luxury he rarely gets to experience for long. It's easier not to care that they're both guys, if Reggie ever really cared that much in the first place.
Reggie whines into the kiss, using the hand not in Nick's hair to begin unbuttoning his shirt, quickly and clumsily. ]
Or if you were gonna do anything to me. [ Probably? ] So I guess I trust you too.
[He does the same to Reggie's shirt that he had done to the coat, tangling them together for a moment before he's leaning forward to press his mouth in kisses that are as much bites as they are tender to his chest. He looks up at him for a moment, and his eyes are dark, his hands working at Reggie's fly. He draws his dick out, and gets on his knees because he's an asshole.
And he starts with a sloppy, messy, and hot blowjob, the kind that trades precision for enthusiasm, the kind of that requires his hand to stroke some. He's paying attention to the noises that Reggie makes, listening for that whimper that he did someone that Reggie particularly likes, and he does it again.]
[ So much for hinting; Reggie has been trying to find the right way and right opportunity to suggest they finally have sex, working up to it, but this is still hardly a disappointment. Maybe afterward, but Reggie's too distracted to worry about it-- he likes blowjobs, does not hook up with girls willing to give him blowjobs as often as he might prefer, and Nick is a great deal better at it then even Reggie's best experience. He doesn't give a damn about precision; messy, rough enthusiasm always gets Reggie where he wants or needs to be much faster.
Reggie leans back, palms flat on the counter, mouth falling open as he breathes hoarsely and heavily, peppered with loud, shuddery groans and needy whimpers. One hand remains on the counter to help brace himself, but he digs his other hand back into Nick's hair, holding him tight. ]
[He pulls off him, and smirks up, because, really. Jesus?]
Jesus has left the building.
[And he licks a long stripe up Reggie's dick, and he groans at the tightness of his hand in his curls. The gel is coming out, and the mess that Reggie's hand is making is just this side of painful, but it's so fucking good. He reaches down in the meantime and strokes himself, opening his fly with one hand and groaning, knowing that the vibration will go straight against Reggie.]
[ Reggie is used to the feeling of gel coating his fingers that he barely noticed how deep his fingers are digging, gripping Nick like he'll stop if Reggie holds him any less tightly. He pants, sitting further back so he can open his legs wider without fear of losing his balance, easing his pants lower past his hips. ]
Nick-- [ His breath hitches, voice hoarse through each gasp and groan. ] That's so... ugh, please...
[He is definitely not stopping, although a part of him is curious to see if he could stop, drag Reggie to the floor, and fuck him right here.
Luckily for Reggie, Nick does not do that. Or maybe unluckily. Still, Reggie's going to win, because this blowjob is just getting better by the second. Nick, a student in a school where sex is sort of a tried and true past time and taboos don't even run to cannibalism (no matter what Nick's feelings on the Feast of Feasts, hardon for Edward Spellman included) has long practiced the art of swallowing as much as he can.
And he does it now, ignoring the sensation that he might gag to press Reggie's dick as far into his mouth as he can manage it.]
[ Reggie can already tell he isn't going to last much longer, but desperately isn't ready for it to end; he tries to control the pace a little more to his benefit by pushing his hips back and yanks of Nick's hair, his legs trembling and bending the weaker he becomes at the knees.
He's glad, in a way, he had to the foresight to "practice" a little before things go further between them than dick stroking -- and now this -- because Nick is impossibly, intimidatingly skillful. Reggie stares down at him, semi-delirious with pleasure, using the opportunity while Nick is otherwise preoccupied to admire his features, his sharp cheekbones and soft lips, his thick dark hair and dark eyes that help make all this easier not to mind (or hell, to enjoy), but that only pushes Reggie over the edge. He cries out loudly as he comes, grabbing at Nick's hair with both hands. ]
[ Reggie puts his hand over his mouth, biting down on his knuckles with a couple ragged whimpers as he tries to catch his breath, finally releasing Nick's hair so he can continue trying to hold himself up against the counter with his arm more than his unsteady legs. The effort lasts less than a minute before Reggie gives up, letting himself sink down to the floor with his back pressed to the cabinets. He feels like he had his bones sucked out, too. ]
It-- i-it-- you...
[ His throat hurts and his face is flushed, damp with sweat, but he's not ready for them to be done with each other; he reaches to grab Nick by the lapel, pulling him closer, into a rough, needy kiss. He pants: ]
[Nick doesn't know if he'd say amazing - but okay, sure, lets go with that.]
Those girls in Riverdale don't get much in the way of practice, is what I'm hearing.
[Mean. He kisses him roughly, tongue and all, and he's not holding anything back now. He thinks that he's going to have to train this sweet stupid mortal in blowjobs, and actually, the idea is pretty thrilling. He kisses him another minute, to give him time to remember himself, to give him time to let the pleasure settle just a bit.]
Want to return the favor?
[He says it and kisses Reggie on the throat this time, and bites, sharp and quick. His.]
[ Reggie inhales slowly, swallowing hard enough that Nick can probably feel it as he kisses his neck; his breath starts to even out more after not too much longer, the delirious fog of pleasure lifting from his brain just enough his thoughts aren't quite so garbled. He wets his lips with a quick, idle swipe of his tongue. ]
Um. [ He nods, uneasily at first, but then again more decisively, sitting up and moving his hand to grope between Nick's legs. ] Sure.
[ Reggie's jaw clenches slightly, his instinct to respond with an ugh, no before he decides to just say nothing instead-- he doesn't know if this is something praise and direction would help his confidence with, or vaguely mortify him, and so he even less wants to be the one to make that decision. It's not a no, but rather a no comment.
He glances back up to Nick's eyes briefly before continuing, moving closer and letting his hand slide into Nick's pants carefully, his heart beating fast. Reggie's done oral before, of course, and generally speaking it's also one of his favorite things to do; some people enjoy the fact it shuts him up for a while, but he likes the feeling of putting his mouth to good use and being responsible for someone's pleasure.
So he's thought about this before, more times than he'd be proud to acknowledge-- in general, not just with Nick specifically, but also a few times with Nick specifically. More than a few, and more than just blow jobs.
Reggie breathes out slowly, then lets his jaw slacken, gripping Nick's hip with one hand to brace himself, using the other to hold Nick's cock steady so he can pull it between his lips with the aid of his tongue. It's sloppy and wet already, his tongue grazing its way around as Reggie pulls Nick in deeper, trying to get at least halfway. ]
[He watches Reggie's face, and he recognizes that look, that one that says I'm going to do this either way. Respectable. Nick understands that determination. He reaches down, then, and one of his hands goes to the back of Reggie's head.
It's probably better he doesn't want to be talked through this: Nick hasn't actually ever taught someone to give a blowjob, despite his experience in giving them. He breathes in and out, and he doesn't push Reggie down, no matter how much he wants to.
He's wound up enough from the taste on his tongue and the handjob he had essentially given himself that the first touch of tongue has him groaning, the sloppiness of it only make it better.]
Oh, Hell.
[He whispers it, closing his eyes for a moment, but his hand moves up so his thumb can stroke Reggie's cheek.]
[ Nick's reaction, and particularly the immediacy of it, gets a smirk from Reggie, involuntary but pleased. His hand digs into the fabric of Nick's clothes as Reggie pulls himself forward, parting his lips further to accommodate more of Nick as he moves himself backward and forward, tightening his lips and cheeks to wetly suck, or pull back to let his tongue do more of the work.
This is technically not his first blowjob, which he hopes isn't obvious-- the other hadn't even been practice, as Reggie has been trying to prepare himself for doing more with Nick, but had just happened, awkward but impulsive, hormone- (and mushroom spore) driven fumbling in the dark caves.
This is different, though; Reggie is fully present for this, fully certain in his want to do it and be good. He moans around Nick's dick, lips tightening around it again as Reggie pulls him deeper, sucking aggressively. ]
[It's clear that he's not exactly practiced at this, but it's also clear that he's into it, enthusiastic, eager to prove that he can be good at this. That makes this all the better. His fingers tangle in his curls, closes his fist, and pushes him down, firmly.
He looks at the way that Reggie's mouth looks, and it goes right to his head, because some part of his brain, some part that he doesn't allow to come to the surface often, recognizes that this mouth is his.
No wonder Satan likes his contracts so much. It's a heady feeling.
It's another few moments before his fist tightens and he shudders, and he tugs Reggie back, coming on his lips.]
[ Reggie falters and coughs a little around his mouthful at first when he's pushed further down, but adjusts accordingly after a few seconds; Nick's sounds and responsiveness only add to Reggie's enthusiasm, turning him on powerfully even if his body is otherwise still recovering from his last orgasm.
There's a stir of something possessive rising in Reggie as well, even if he can't yet put a name to it, but there's no time to dwell on that feeling-- Nick pulls him back, and Reggie clenches his shoulders and closes his eyes reflexively, opening them again once it's over. He wipes his mouth with his hand, and then idly licks his lips clear of whatever still remains on them. After some hesitation, he asks: ]
Was that good? [ Then, he adds more cheekily: ] Did you love it?
[He looks down at Reggie, licking his lips, and he tugs him up to his feet for another kiss, long and with a lot of tongue.]
Yeah.
I loved it.
[As if it wasn't clear. But he gives Reggie a small - but not terrible sharp - slap on the hip. It's boyish and not violent at least, just equal cheek for equal measure. He pushes Reggie's hair out of his eyes.]
Good job.
[He's already starting to get the hint: Reggie loves to be praised.]
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The strange thing is that Nick is realizing he doesn't really want him to flee. Nick, who is generally relatively easy-going, is finding this mortal kind of worth keeping around. Dumb, but not too dumb. Loyal, probably. Certainly he's warm in bed, even with the cuddling (that Nick is pretty sure is not on purpose).]
A lot of things. Technically, whatever I want.
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[ That's the main point Reggie's latched onto for now that seems most important to clear up, even if it's just one small part of a greater truth that's still very hard to wrap his head around completely. He knows -- thinks he knows, at least -- that he's not here because of magic, he remembers agreeing to stay and why, he doesn't have any concerning lapses of memory, but there could always be other things that haven't even occurred to him to be on guard for yet.
But then, if that were the case, he doesn't think Nick would be telling him this at all. ]
I wanna see you do something else. [ He pauses, glancing at the candles. ] Something cool.
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Not on you.
Do you want me to cast a spell on you? A protection spell?
[Which is...admittedly, not the only spell that Nick has considered casting on his submissive, but to be fair mostly he's resisted the temptation to make him talk, or see things, or who knows what else. He has an entire world to choose from.
Nick leans back against the counter and considers what might qualify as cool (that isn't raising the dead. That was cool).
He opens his hand, and flicks a finger - very elegant - and Reggie is suddenly dressed in a designer suit, slick and tailored.]
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[ Do, which may feel like a bit of a stupid question, but for someone as reckless, aggressive, and trouble-prone as Reggie can be, what actually qualifies as "danger" (let alone "protection") is not necessarily as straightforward as it may seem to define, let alone how said protection would even manifest. He's distracted from finishing his question by what happens next anyway, which is cool-- he's impressed, clearly pleased, staring down at himself, running his hands along the material before he looks back up at Nick, grinning. ]
Whoa. Damn. I look good, don't I? Okay-- I'm okay with it.
[ He probably would have been anyway, eventually, but cool fringe benefits for him only makes it easier to accept more quickly and readily. He hesitates, then moves closer. ]
And I won't tell anyone. Cuz... it's a secret, right?
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It's sort of a secret. But yeah, I'd rather you not spread it around.
[He still wants to control the way people find out, certainly. Around here, there are a lot of people who know, but that still doesn't make Nick comfortable with other people just knowing.
As it is, anyway.
He reaches for him, then, and takes the lapel of the coat in his hand and uses it to bring Reggie down for a kiss.]
You're hot.
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[ He likes being trusted with something this personal, even if it's still hard to know how to feel about it in general-- and even if he hasn't told anyone about Nick yet, let alone anything about Nick, so it's an easy promise to make. Weirdly, though, it does make them feel a little closer.
Reggie is easily drawn down into the kiss, letting his hands rest on Nick's hips as he leans more of his weight against the counter, pulling their bodies closer, and then moves one hand into Nick's hair. ]
So're you. [ It's not something he makes eye contact while saying, but then he kisses Nick again, deeper, his voice low. ] Wanna take this off me now?
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[He breathes it, and he kisses Reggie again, and moves forward to slip his hands under the coat, to push it back off Reggie's shoulders. He takes a step forward.]
I trust you.
I wouldn't have told you if I didn't.
[He might be able to change memories, but he doesn't like it, as someone who has been mind controlled in the past.]
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Reggie whines into the kiss, using the hand not in Nick's hair to begin unbuttoning his shirt, quickly and clumsily. ]
Or if you were gonna do anything to me. [ Probably? ] So I guess I trust you too.
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And he starts with a sloppy, messy, and hot blowjob, the kind that trades precision for enthusiasm, the kind of that requires his hand to stroke some. He's paying attention to the noises that Reggie makes, listening for that whimper that he did someone that Reggie particularly likes, and he does it again.]
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Reggie leans back, palms flat on the counter, mouth falling open as he breathes hoarsely and heavily, peppered with loud, shuddery groans and needy whimpers. One hand remains on the counter to help brace himself, but he digs his other hand back into Nick's hair, holding him tight. ]
Jesus...
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Jesus has left the building.
[And he licks a long stripe up Reggie's dick, and he groans at the tightness of his hand in his curls. The gel is coming out, and the mess that Reggie's hand is making is just this side of painful, but it's so fucking good. He reaches down in the meantime and strokes himself, opening his fly with one hand and groaning, knowing that the vibration will go straight against Reggie.]
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Nick-- [ His breath hitches, voice hoarse through each gasp and groan. ] That's so... ugh, please...
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Luckily for Reggie, Nick does not do that. Or maybe unluckily. Still, Reggie's going to win, because this blowjob is just getting better by the second. Nick, a student in a school where sex is sort of a tried and true past time and taboos don't even run to cannibalism (no matter what Nick's feelings on the Feast of Feasts, hardon for Edward Spellman included) has long practiced the art of swallowing as much as he can.
And he does it now, ignoring the sensation that he might gag to press Reggie's dick as far into his mouth as he can manage it.]
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[ Reggie can already tell he isn't going to last much longer, but desperately isn't ready for it to end; he tries to control the pace a little more to his benefit by pushing his hips back and yanks of Nick's hair, his legs trembling and bending the weaker he becomes at the knees.
He's glad, in a way, he had to the foresight to "practice" a little before things go further between them than dick stroking -- and now this -- because Nick is impossibly, intimidatingly skillful. Reggie stares down at him, semi-delirious with pleasure, using the opportunity while Nick is otherwise preoccupied to admire his features, his sharp cheekbones and soft lips, his thick dark hair and dark eyes that help make all this easier not to mind (or hell, to enjoy), but that only pushes Reggie over the edge. He cries out loudly as he comes, grabbing at Nick's hair with both hands. ]
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Hey, it's okay.
Once the grip on his hair isn't quite as terrible, he moves back, and he smirks, before he presses a kiss right against Reggie's hip.]
You'd think I sucked your bones out, too.
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It-- i-it-- you...
[ His throat hurts and his face is flushed, damp with sweat, but he's not ready for them to be done with each other; he reaches to grab Nick by the lapel, pulling him closer, into a rough, needy kiss. He pants: ]
Dude, you're amazing.
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Those girls in Riverdale don't get much in the way of practice, is what I'm hearing.
[Mean. He kisses him roughly, tongue and all, and he's not holding anything back now. He thinks that he's going to have to train this sweet stupid mortal in blowjobs, and actually, the idea is pretty thrilling. He kisses him another minute, to give him time to remember himself, to give him time to let the pleasure settle just a bit.]
Want to return the favor?
[He says it and kisses Reggie on the throat this time, and bites, sharp and quick. His.]
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[ Reggie inhales slowly, swallowing hard enough that Nick can probably feel it as he kisses his neck; his breath starts to even out more after not too much longer, the delirious fog of pleasure lifting from his brain just enough his thoughts aren't quite so garbled. He wets his lips with a quick, idle swipe of his tongue. ]
Um. [ He nods, uneasily at first, but then again more decisively, sitting up and moving his hand to grope between Nick's legs. ] Sure.
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Do you want me to talk you through it?
[Because he can do that, getting up slowly, leaning back on the counter. He could sit up on the counter. He won't, this time.]
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He glances back up to Nick's eyes briefly before continuing, moving closer and letting his hand slide into Nick's pants carefully, his heart beating fast. Reggie's done oral before, of course, and generally speaking it's also one of his favorite things to do; some people enjoy the fact it shuts him up for a while, but he likes the feeling of putting his mouth to good use and being responsible for someone's pleasure.
So he's thought about this before, more times than he'd be proud to acknowledge-- in general, not just with Nick specifically, but also a few times with Nick specifically. More than a few, and more than just blow jobs.
Reggie breathes out slowly, then lets his jaw slacken, gripping Nick's hip with one hand to brace himself, using the other to hold Nick's cock steady so he can pull it between his lips with the aid of his tongue. It's sloppy and wet already, his tongue grazing its way around as Reggie pulls Nick in deeper, trying to get at least halfway. ]
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It's probably better he doesn't want to be talked through this: Nick hasn't actually ever taught someone to give a blowjob, despite his experience in giving them. He breathes in and out, and he doesn't push Reggie down, no matter how much he wants to.
He's wound up enough from the taste on his tongue and the handjob he had essentially given himself that the first touch of tongue has him groaning, the sloppiness of it only make it better.]
Oh, Hell.
[He whispers it, closing his eyes for a moment, but his hand moves up so his thumb can stroke Reggie's cheek.]
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This is technically not his first blowjob, which he hopes isn't obvious-- the other hadn't even been practice, as Reggie has been trying to prepare himself for doing more with Nick, but had just happened, awkward but impulsive, hormone- (and mushroom spore) driven fumbling in the dark caves.
This is different, though; Reggie is fully present for this, fully certain in his want to do it and be good. He moans around Nick's dick, lips tightening around it again as Reggie pulls him deeper, sucking aggressively. ]
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[It's clear that he's not exactly practiced at this, but it's also clear that he's into it, enthusiastic, eager to prove that he can be good at this. That makes this all the better. His fingers tangle in his curls, closes his fist, and pushes him down, firmly.
He looks at the way that Reggie's mouth looks, and it goes right to his head, because some part of his brain, some part that he doesn't allow to come to the surface often, recognizes that this mouth is his.
No wonder Satan likes his contracts so much. It's a heady feeling.
It's another few moments before his fist tightens and he shudders, and he tugs Reggie back, coming on his lips.]
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There's a stir of something possessive rising in Reggie as well, even if he can't yet put a name to it, but there's no time to dwell on that feeling-- Nick pulls him back, and Reggie clenches his shoulders and closes his eyes reflexively, opening them again once it's over. He wipes his mouth with his hand, and then idly licks his lips clear of whatever still remains on them. After some hesitation, he asks: ]
Was that good? [ Then, he adds more cheekily: ] Did you love it?
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Yeah.
I loved it.
[As if it wasn't clear. But he gives Reggie a small - but not terrible sharp - slap on the hip. It's boyish and not violent at least, just equal cheek for equal measure. He pushes Reggie's hair out of his eyes.]
Good job.
[He's already starting to get the hint: Reggie loves to be praised.]
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