( Peter flushes hotly and smacks Reggie's arm, breaking the illusion for a moment, but doesn't stop him form unbuttoning his trousers to work them down his thighs. He even helps Reggie lift him inasmuch as he reaches up to hold on to the top of the stall, his biceps working effortlessly to keep him hiked up on the other boy's hips. He could just stick to the wall, but ...
Reggie said something about liking his strength, right? May as well let him see it. )
I dunno, I figure someone who's always right would be kind of humble about it. Maybe even like, long-suffering, y'know?
( But he's laughing again, and one arm moves to card through Reggie's hair as he leans down to kiss him. )
[ Oh... yes, Reggie definitely can appreciate that little show of strength right there. It's helpful, too, because Reggie knows from experience that even if Peter is easy for him to lift, he's only going to get progressively heavier the longer Reggie has to hold him up, but mostly--
Mostly, it's hot. Reggie's head tilts upward, eyes lingering on Peter's biceps, before Peter kissing him forces him to focus again. Reggie grins against his mouth, kissing back roughly, then idly wetting his lips as he pulls back just enough to fumble a small travel-size bottle of lube from his jacket pocket. ]
Who says I'm not humble? [ He pops open the cap with his thumb. ] But why shouldn't I take some pride in what I'm good at? Nothing wrong with that. Seems like kind of a waste otherwise.
( That earns Reggie another snicker, and Peter just affectionately nips at his lower lip again before letting him focus on the lube. He's relieved he thought ahead too: Peter stashed a couple of sachets of lube into his back pocket just in case they found themselves otherwise without, but you know? There's no harm in carrying a couple of spares. )
You're right, you could be super humble for all I know.
( He shifts a little against the stall wall, tilting his hips just enough to make what's to come a little easier. )
C'mon, I wanna see if you're good at this, too.
( But Peter just grins, since Reggie also seems to enjoy getting to prove he's Good At Stuff. )
Then we'll see about how much pride you should be taking in it, huh?
Of course I'm good at it-- it's pretty much my number two talent after football.
[ Reggie adjusts his grip on Peter slightly, just so he can use one hand to maneuver squeezing some lube along his dick before he repockets the bottle and spreads the lube on himself with messy haste, then tasks his oily fingers with the job of beginning to open Peter up.
Slowly, though not the most gracefully-- it's admittedly not the easiest position to do this in, but they're making it work. Reggie's talents don't necessarily rely on refinement, anyway; perhaps, even, are often made even better for lack of it. He eases two fingers into Peter, flexing them slightly while he otherwise keeps Peter held up by his other hand and the pressing weight of his body. ]
And I don't like wasting my time doing things I'm bad at. [ He presses even closer, so he can kiss and lightly nip at Peter's neck. ] But I've never had any complaints so far, no matter what we were doing.
( Two fingers right away? Peter flinches just a little and turns his face away from Reggie, because no way is he spoiling this when they're just about to get to the good part. It takes him a few long moments (and a couple of careful breaths) until he's loosened up enough to take them properly, helped along by the way Reggie's fingers glance close to his prostate with a couple of rubs.
... Yeah, that definitely helps. )
I— mmh.
( The kiss to his neck is a welcome distraction. Dropping his head back against the stall wall, Peter exhales heavily before hiking himself up a little higher just to make the whole process that bit easier. No harm in giving Reggie a bit more room, right? It's already a fiddly position — although incredibly hot — and when Peter's feeling a bit more comfortable he manages a little grin before catching the other boy's lips in a lazy kiss. )
Yeah? I guess you must be like — some kind of sex Jedi?
( Peter smirks as he grinds down onto Reggie's fingers, a ragged little sigh rising to his lips. )
[ What, like that's weird...? Okay, so maybe Reggie does need to slow down sometimes, like now, and remember that not everyone has his 0-100 real quick kind of tolerance, most people need more easing in-- but Peter doesn't complain, so Reggie continues undeterred.
His fingers push and hook in deeper and more flexibly as Peter starts to loosen up around them, at which point Reggie pulls them out and takes Peter's hips in both hands now, making it easier to comfortably rub his cock between them; not pushing in yet, but teasing himself against the space where his fingers just were to rile Peter up just a little more. ]
What do you mean this part? [ He tugs briefly on Peter's lip playfully with his teeth, albeit lightly, as the kiss breaks. ] You think there's a part I'm not good at?
( Not weird, as such, it's just a lot for someone as hyper-sensitive as Peter, because feeling things to the extent that he does? It's as much a curse as it is a blessing. Still, he isn't complaining — especially not when Reggie eases his fingers out of him and rubs his cock into the space there, because that's a good, sweet tease that pushes a throb through his own dick. )
I just called you a sex Jedi. That pretty much implies you're good at all of it.
( Peter chuckles, his lips still brushing against Reggie's as he squeezes his thighs around him. With those hands at his hips it's a little easier to get settled, which means he can pull him in tight with another squeeze, all before moving a hand back down to cup Reggie's jaw and guide him in for another kiss. )
[ It's a lot regardless, honestly, but Reggie doesn't even think twice about it, and he's certainly not consciously factoring in Peter's powers, either-- however much it's impossible for him to actually forget about them.
That crap is sexy, and as addicting as wrestling for power -- or letting himself be subdued by it -- can be for Reggie, there's something just as thrilling about having no powers and still feeling like the one in control. He kisses Peter back compliantly, gripping his hips tighter so he can pull them down onto his cock; again it's a little precarious, although only briefly, while Reggie leans his weight back against Peter so he can use one hand to hold his dick still and guide it in smoothly. ]
Nerd. [ Though he's smirking. Once he's in, both hands are on Peter again. ] What, show you this?
( Peter's head connects with the stall wall again, a silent groan sticking in the back of his throat as Reggie eases his cock inside. For a moment it seems as though he actually has to work to stay pulled up: his abdomen ripples and his bicep bunches as he exhales a short, heavy breath, which becomes a moan when he's finally pressing flush against the backs of his thighs. )
F-Fuck— mhm, yeah, this.
( Panting through a grin, Peter clings on to Reggie's shoulder with his free hand as he crosses his ankles behind his back. )
Wanna see if we can snap this wall in half too?
( ... Only they're supposed to be strangers, right? Peter laughs at his slip-up, then manages a little half-shrug as he rolls his hips onto Reggie's cock, the tight squeeze of his muscles dragging another low moan from parted lips. )
And you don't think that might sort of kill the mood a little?
[ Reggie's not really hung up on the roleplay aspect of things anymore, personally; the fun of that for him is usually in the build-up (and any location and/or outfits that may include) rather than committing that hard to character, which he considers more for flavor than the focus, once you're at the "inside each other" stage.
He leans close to steal another kiss and push himself in deeper as part of the same motion, rocking Peter a bit harder against the door so that it shakes a little with their weight. ]
Admit it. [ His voice is low and playful. ] You just wanna show off for me.
( That deep push drags another groan from Peter, softer this time, but instead of trying to bite it back he simply lets it melt into Reggie's mouth. He likes the panting, kissing, breath-sharing part of sex just as much as the rest of it, and as much is possibly evident in the way he grins against the other boy's lips before slotting their lips together again. )
I'm the show-off?
( Not that Reggie's exactly wrong, but he would argue that he only likes showing off for him because he knows it'll be well-received — preferred, even. Still, Peter just laughs and grinds down onto Reggie's dick again, deciding to lean into it and make a show of movingly deliciously slow. )
Maybe you're right. Only 'cause it's you I'm showing off to, though.
( Which gets a snort as he tilts his hips just enough to rub his dick against Reggie's shirt. )
[ Good answer. Reggie likes that, a lot, even if Peter's saying it just to say it-- even the illusion of being the only one who gets something, who brings out a certain side in someone that only he gets to see, is deeply meaningful (and in some cases, such as now, also deeply erotic) to him. Peter could probably get Reggie to do whatever he wanted now for saying that, but luckily for his pride, Reggie isn't quite gone enough to admit something like that.
But maybe the immediacy with which his hand wraps around Peter's dick to start stroking him, obedient and eager, is a bit of a clue-- at least that flattery clearly gets you anywhere you want with Reggie, if nothing else.
He groans a little against Peter's mouth, still kissing him open and sloppily as he whines vaguely like Peter slowing down actually causes him pain, but that's easily solved; Reggie's fingers dig in more tightly to Peter's hips as he picks up the pace for both of them, pulling their hips together faster and harder to start chasing the climax he can feel very slowly, but steadily, starting to build. ]
I don't mind a show off. I think-- [ He pants, kissing Peter a little harder once he gets comfortable with this juggling act again. ] that it's pretty hot.
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Well not really.
( Peter flushes hotly and smacks Reggie's arm, breaking the illusion for a moment, but doesn't stop him form unbuttoning his trousers to work them down his thighs. He even helps Reggie lift him inasmuch as he reaches up to hold on to the top of the stall, his biceps working effortlessly to keep him hiked up on the other boy's hips. He could just stick to the wall, but ...
Reggie said something about liking his strength, right? May as well let him see it. )
I dunno, I figure someone who's always right would be kind of humble about it. Maybe even like, long-suffering, y'know?
( But he's laughing again, and one arm moves to card through Reggie's hair as he leans down to kiss him. )
But I'm sure you know all about that, Mr. Right.
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Mostly, it's hot. Reggie's head tilts upward, eyes lingering on Peter's biceps, before Peter kissing him forces him to focus again. Reggie grins against his mouth, kissing back roughly, then idly wetting his lips as he pulls back just enough to fumble a small travel-size bottle of lube from his jacket pocket. ]
Who says I'm not humble? [ He pops open the cap with his thumb. ] But why shouldn't I take some pride in what I'm good at? Nothing wrong with that. Seems like kind of a waste otherwise.
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( That earns Reggie another snicker, and Peter just affectionately nips at his lower lip again before letting him focus on the lube. He's relieved he thought ahead too: Peter stashed a couple of sachets of lube into his back pocket just in case they found themselves otherwise without, but you know? There's no harm in carrying a couple of spares. )
You're right, you could be super humble for all I know.
( He shifts a little against the stall wall, tilting his hips just enough to make what's to come a little easier. )
C'mon, I wanna see if you're good at this, too.
( But Peter just grins, since Reggie also seems to enjoy getting to prove he's Good At Stuff. )
Then we'll see about how much pride you should be taking in it, huh?
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[ Reggie adjusts his grip on Peter slightly, just so he can use one hand to maneuver squeezing some lube along his dick before he repockets the bottle and spreads the lube on himself with messy haste, then tasks his oily fingers with the job of beginning to open Peter up.
Slowly, though not the most gracefully-- it's admittedly not the easiest position to do this in, but they're making it work. Reggie's talents don't necessarily rely on refinement, anyway; perhaps, even, are often made even better for lack of it. He eases two fingers into Peter, flexing them slightly while he otherwise keeps Peter held up by his other hand and the pressing weight of his body. ]
And I don't like wasting my time doing things I'm bad at. [ He presses even closer, so he can kiss and lightly nip at Peter's neck. ] But I've never had any complaints so far, no matter what we were doing.
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( Two fingers right away? Peter flinches just a little and turns his face away from Reggie, because no way is he spoiling this when they're just about to get to the good part. It takes him a few long moments (and a couple of careful breaths) until he's loosened up enough to take them properly, helped along by the way Reggie's fingers glance close to his prostate with a couple of rubs.
... Yeah, that definitely helps. )
I— mmh.
( The kiss to his neck is a welcome distraction. Dropping his head back against the stall wall, Peter exhales heavily before hiking himself up a little higher just to make the whole process that bit easier. No harm in giving Reggie a bit more room, right? It's already a fiddly position — although incredibly hot — and when Peter's feeling a bit more comfortable he manages a little grin before catching the other boy's lips in a lazy kiss. )
Yeah? I guess you must be like — some kind of sex Jedi?
( Peter smirks as he grinds down onto Reggie's fingers, a ragged little sigh rising to his lips. )
I mean, you're definitely good at this part.
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His fingers push and hook in deeper and more flexibly as Peter starts to loosen up around them, at which point Reggie pulls them out and takes Peter's hips in both hands now, making it easier to comfortably rub his cock between them; not pushing in yet, but teasing himself against the space where his fingers just were to rile Peter up just a little more. ]
What do you mean this part? [ He tugs briefly on Peter's lip playfully with his teeth, albeit lightly, as the kiss breaks. ] You think there's a part I'm not good at?
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( Not weird, as such, it's just a lot for someone as hyper-sensitive as Peter, because feeling things to the extent that he does? It's as much a curse as it is a blessing. Still, he isn't complaining — especially not when Reggie eases his fingers out of him and rubs his cock into the space there, because that's a good, sweet tease that pushes a throb through his own dick. )
I just called you a sex Jedi. That pretty much implies you're good at all of it.
( Peter chuckles, his lips still brushing against Reggie's as he squeezes his thighs around him. With those hands at his hips it's a little easier to get settled, which means he can pull him in tight with another squeeze, all before moving a hand back down to cup Reggie's jaw and guide him in for another kiss. )
C'mon, show me the rest of it.
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That crap is sexy, and as addicting as wrestling for power -- or letting himself be subdued by it -- can be for Reggie, there's something just as thrilling about having no powers and still feeling like the one in control. He kisses Peter back compliantly, gripping his hips tighter so he can pull them down onto his cock; again it's a little precarious, although only briefly, while Reggie leans his weight back against Peter so he can use one hand to hold his dick still and guide it in smoothly. ]
Nerd. [ Though he's smirking. Once he's in, both hands are on Peter again. ] What, show you this?
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( Peter's head connects with the stall wall again, a silent groan sticking in the back of his throat as Reggie eases his cock inside. For a moment it seems as though he actually has to work to stay pulled up: his abdomen ripples and his bicep bunches as he exhales a short, heavy breath, which becomes a moan when he's finally pressing flush against the backs of his thighs. )
F-Fuck— mhm, yeah, this.
( Panting through a grin, Peter clings on to Reggie's shoulder with his free hand as he crosses his ankles behind his back. )
Wanna see if we can snap this wall in half too?
( ... Only they're supposed to be strangers, right? Peter laughs at his slip-up, then manages a little half-shrug as he rolls his hips onto Reggie's cock, the tight squeeze of his muscles dragging another low moan from parted lips. )
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[ Reggie's not really hung up on the roleplay aspect of things anymore, personally; the fun of that for him is usually in the build-up (and any location and/or outfits that may include) rather than committing that hard to character, which he considers more for flavor than the focus, once you're at the "inside each other" stage.
He leans close to steal another kiss and push himself in deeper as part of the same motion, rocking Peter a bit harder against the door so that it shakes a little with their weight. ]
Admit it. [ His voice is low and playful. ] You just wanna show off for me.
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( That deep push drags another groan from Peter, softer this time, but instead of trying to bite it back he simply lets it melt into Reggie's mouth. He likes the panting, kissing, breath-sharing part of sex just as much as the rest of it, and as much is possibly evident in the way he grins against the other boy's lips before slotting their lips together again. )
I'm the show-off?
( Not that Reggie's exactly wrong, but he would argue that he only likes showing off for him because he knows it'll be well-received — preferred, even. Still, Peter just laughs and grinds down onto Reggie's dick again, deciding to lean into it and make a show of movingly deliciously slow. )
Maybe you're right. Only 'cause it's you I'm showing off to, though.
( Which gets a snort as he tilts his hips just enough to rub his dick against Reggie's shirt. )
... Touch me?
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[ Good answer. Reggie likes that, a lot, even if Peter's saying it just to say it-- even the illusion of being the only one who gets something, who brings out a certain side in someone that only he gets to see, is deeply meaningful (and in some cases, such as now, also deeply erotic) to him. Peter could probably get Reggie to do whatever he wanted now for saying that, but luckily for his pride, Reggie isn't quite gone enough to admit something like that.
But maybe the immediacy with which his hand wraps around Peter's dick to start stroking him, obedient and eager, is a bit of a clue-- at least that flattery clearly gets you anywhere you want with Reggie, if nothing else.
He groans a little against Peter's mouth, still kissing him open and sloppily as he whines vaguely like Peter slowing down actually causes him pain, but that's easily solved; Reggie's fingers dig in more tightly to Peter's hips as he picks up the pace for both of them, pulling their hips together faster and harder to start chasing the climax he can feel very slowly, but steadily, starting to build. ]
I don't mind a show off. I think-- [ He pants, kissing Peter a little harder once he gets comfortable with this juggling act again. ] that it's pretty hot.