[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.]
[ Reggie accepts and leans greedily into the kiss, the slight stiffness in his jaw not stopping him from affectionately attacking Nick's mouth like how someone dying of thirst might attack a glass of water. He's grinning when they part again, biting at the corner of his lip for a few seconds before he meets Nick's gaze again, letting his arms wrap around him, hands resting at the small of Nick's back. ]
Hey, it's my birthday in a couple days. On the 1st. If...
[ He's not sure how to be the one bringing up sex in this context, in this particular arrangement, so he just leans more of his weight against Nick, setting his chin against his shoulder. ]
[He looks at Reggie a long moment. Born on April Fools.
In the land of witches, there is probably a meaning to that. Nick smiles, bright. He's handsome as hell.]
Sure. I know.
[Reggie wants to have full on sex, no holds barred. Okay. Nick can do that; he'll do more, even. Birthdays start to lose meaning after the hundreth one, he's told, but Nick is only at 18 and they're still kin of exciting.]
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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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Hey, it's my birthday in a couple days. On the 1st. If...
[ He's not sure how to be the one bringing up sex in this context, in this particular arrangement, so he just leans more of his weight against Nick, setting his chin against his shoulder. ]
You know?
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In the land of witches, there is probably a meaning to that. Nick smiles, bright. He's handsome as hell.]
Sure. I know.
[Reggie wants to have full on sex, no holds barred. Okay. Nick can do that; he'll do more, even. Birthdays start to lose meaning after the hundreth one, he's told, but Nick is only at 18 and they're still kin of exciting.]
Leave it to me.