[ Nick's right, making Reggie crazy isn't hard-- especially not when it's Nick making the effort, Nick, who's unwittingly conditioned Reggie to go crazy for nearly everything he does.
Or maybe not so unwittingly; who can say?
Reggie pants, breathing hard and moving like none of this is a depature from regular club floor grinding, but it's getting there. Slowly but surely. He groans a little brokenly at every bite and suck Nick gifts him with, moving his hand down to stroke Nick's erection through his pants.
Subtly, of course. They are still in public, after all. ]
So are you. [ He kisses him, smirking against his mouth and squeezing his fingers around Nick's hard-on just slightly. In a lower voice: ] Do we need to go find the club bathroom so I can help you take care of this?
[He reaches down and palms him, and then tugs him to the edge of the dance floor, where there are stages. In a club in the real world, a DJ would go here.
In a club in this obscene, absurd city, this platform has obvious other uses. There are chairs, and chains both, although Nick is not in the mood to use the chains.]
[ As Reggie follows, his pulse starts to picks up very quickly and his chest tightens, heart feeling like it's about to fall into his stomach (or perhaps already did). This is definitely--
This is new for him. It's a lot, and while he can feel the heat of Nick's excitement, contagious and electric and stirring up the part of Reggie that's always eager to share in that excitement, and to participate, this time that heat is still just an uneasy flicker rather than a flame. ]
What, you mean-- [ His eyes move from Nick to one of the stages. ] Like, right here? Out in the open? Nick, that-- I dunno...
[ Not "I dunno" like no, but "I dunno" like he's waiting, and maybe wanting, to be convinced. Nick has the best track record for selling Reggie on things he was initially unsure about, but Reggie still can't help having reservations about revealing that much. Not unwilling, but still too in his own head about it. ]
Are you sure? Like, some of these people might start using our club, too.
[He runs his hands over Reggie's shoulders, and brings him in for a kiss. He has perfect control, his hand on the nape of Reggie's neck, his fingers just curving enough to control his motions. He looks and feels so pleased, kissing Reggie's mouth with confidence, with the knowledge that this is something that Reggie loves.
He nips and moves back, just a little. Just enough.]
I want to show them who you are.
I want to show them how they should be jealous of me.
[He runs his other hand down his chest, to one of his nipples, just to tweak it, his fingers staying there for a moment.]
Of how gorgeous you are when you can't control yourself.
Mmh-- [ Reggie shivers a little, hissing in a sharp breath as Nick pinches his nipple. ] I just...
[ He trusts Nick, though, and he does love it, every single way Nick touches him and knows his body-- knows how to get Reggie hard just with his words, as is happening right now, even. The way he describes what he wants makes it sound so...
Maybe Reggie is thinking about this the wrong way. Since he's been here he has been carrying the extra weight of thinking he should still hide this part of himself, wanting to hide it, and all the unease and shame and paranoia that comes with that has been steadily undermining his usually easy confidence (whether genuine or faked), poking holes in it until he feels more insecure than assertive. And he hate that feeling almost more than anything.
Reggie kisses Nick back, slowly at first but then with increasing roughness, murmuring a groan against his mouth. ]
It wasn't meant to be an argument, but you're also not the one who's gonna have to actually be there working the door. People might get the wrong idea about me. [ Still not a no. He wets his lips. ] But I guess... like, maybe I can take that chance just this once.
[The thing about Nick is that if Reggie said no - if Reggie's body language said no - he would take him out to the bathroom and they would have sex there. It's not just that consent is important, it's that it's critical. And Reggie is groaning, he wants it; he wants it and Nick knows it. He's just vain enough to find this appealing.
But still, it's not quite enough, so Nick takes an easy step back, not to leave, but to make sure.]
They have the right idea about you.
You're a submissive who will do anything your Dominant tells you. But that doesn't mean anyone else.
[He holds a hand out, and if Reggie takes it, Nick will pull him in and ease him onto his knees, will press him down so that he can ease the erection that is making a very uncomfortable bulge in Nick's slick black trousers.]
[ That's not exactly the kind of impression Reggie wants people to have of him, he's still resistant to the idea of being seen as submissive, but the way Nick says it makes Reggie want to show him how that's true. To prove his loyalty and his desire, and his respect, and his gratitude.
He takes Nick's hand and then sinks to his knees, digging his fingers into the fabric of Nick's pants and dragging his tongue over the clothed bulge slowly, looking up at Nick while he does. ]
I don't just do it because you tell me to. [ His voice is low, heart racing. ] I do it because I want to.
[His hands tangle in Reggie's curls. People are starting to look, now, but no one is getting close. Nick doesn't need magic to keep them away. They are two beautiful young men, and that's magic on its own. No one will get close enough to touch.
No one else gets to.
He takes in a breath, and swipes a thumb over Reggie's cheekbone, tipping his head.]
I get you because you want me. I get to do this because you want it.
[ A similar shiver rolls through Reggie, down his spine, making something deep within him hunger; his cock is fully hard now, aching in his pants, but he doesn't touch it. He's very aware of all the eyes on them even without having to look, and he's not ready to expose himself any further yet.
But that could change, he imagines. For all he knows he might end up on his hands and knees after not too much longer, pants hiked down under his hips, and by then he might not mind it. As long as Reggie doesn't acknowledge their audience, as long as he doesn't look at them or see their faces, otherwise tunes them out, he's kind of excited by the idea of them being there.
Still breathing hard, and quick, Reggie takes Nick's dick out, looking up at him again and curling his fingers around it, letting his lips wrap around the tip. ]
[There are extremely sexy things in the world, things that make Nick's blood high, things that make Nick's blood move as fast as it can, and this is one of them. Reggie, on his knees, his mouth - that mouth - around his dick, and people around them are watching with envy, with lust.
He runs his hand through Reggie's curls, and his hand tightens, gripping.]
That's it.
I'm the only thing here that matters. Getting me off is the only thing that matters.
[Nick knows that Reggie needs to be eased into new things, and he thinks it won't take much before Nick can sit back on one of the chairs and make Reggie ride him.]
[ It won't take much, no, frankly probably not long at all; Reggie is already beginning to lose himself in this, guided and put at ease by Nick's words, his touch, until everything else around them blurs into background noise. His furrowed eyebrows are the last vestige of anything in his expression that could be argued as slight discomfort, but really he's focusing, tuning everything else out as best as he can so he can let himself do this.
Reggie groans around Nick's cock as those fingers dig in and pull at his hair, forehead beading lightly with sweat as he pulls more of Nick into his mouth, lathering his tongue along each side as his lips tighten around his mouthful. He nods, groaning again, as if he's saying "Okay," in agreement, as best he can with a mouth filled with dick almost to the hilt.
He can still hear people, it's impossible to tune them out entirely, but Reggie keeps his eyes tightly shut so he can't be tempted to look around at their audience-- being only abstractly aware of however many eyes are currently on them, as if the two of them were on a webcam or performing in a porno, is appealing to Reggie's vanity in an unexpected way. He pulls back briefly just to take a sharp gasp of air before he pulls Nick in all the way, digging his fingers into gripping Nick's legs now, to anchor himself. ]
[He says it with a hiss, his breath huffing and his hand tightening just a little more in Reggie's hair, and then Reggie takes all of him and Nick almost falls over, surprised, but pleased. He laughs a little, and groans.]
Satan, you're so good.
[He lets Reggie go, a few more moments, just a few, before he's tugging Reggie off him and tugging at him, needy.]
Come on, little mortal boy. Let me take you apart.
[He's nudging Reggie to sit down, his hand on Reggie's wrist, firm, and gentle both.]
[ When Reggie dislodges, palming a hand over his messy mouth, his face is flushed red not just from arousal and effort as usual, but tinged deeper pink around his eyes and ears with a hint of a rare blush. He's not really the blushing type, normally, even when embarrassed, but this is obviously--
It's overwhelming, and even for as confident and brazen as he can be, he isn't used to being this exposed-- although truthfully, it's less the exhibitionism itself that flusters him (he has few problems with showing off for an audience) and more specifically what about himself he's exposing. But unease aside, he's excited, too; he wants this, wants Nick, wants everyone to know who Nick belong to.
Reggie stands, a bit hesitant, but wasting no time in leaning down to give Nick a sloppy kiss on the mouth, fingers fumbling his belt open as he lets himself be pulled into Nick's lap. ]
Who do you think I learned it from? [ He teases softly, a murmur against Nick's ear, before he breathes: ] Okay-- okay...
[He pulls him a little closer, but someone yells something about how they can't see, and Nick gently moves Reggie, so he's splay legged over Nick's knees, his back against Nick's front and his head right next to his head. Nick kisses him right under the ear, and his hand goes into Reggie's jeans, to start jerking him off.]
Hey, look at me.
[He can show Reggie off, but he doesn't want Reggie to get self-conscious about it, and he knows that he will. So he makes him focus.]
[ Breathing harder, Reggie swallows slowly, keeping his head tilted so he's not quite facing forward, busying himself with his lips against Nick's jaw. He rocks his hips into Nick's hand, rocks them back against his dick, struggling not to bury his face against Nick's neck and groan into it. ]
Yeah. [ He pants, twisting again to try and steal another kiss. It's effective, as a distraction. ] Just you. At least you're the only one here that matters.
[ Reggie continues his grinding, jerking forward into Nick's stroking and backward against his erection, panting, fingers slowly tugging his jeans down further, past his hips, the more wound up and impatient he gets. ]
[He reaches a hand out, and someone hurries to deliver lube right into Nick's hand, because this audience knows how to make it good. They're going deathly quiet now, the only noise the music pounding through the floors and into Nick's feet. He keeps his hand on Reggie's dick, and nudges him a little, so that he has a little space.
He hands the lube to Reggie, and offers his free hand.]
Here.
[He slicks his hand down Reggie's dick, not moving quite as quickly now. He wants Reggie to last.]
[ Swallowing again, Reggie takes the bottle and brushes his other hand back through his hair, which invites his bangs to come loose and tumble over his face. Not that he minds. The crowd around them beginning to participate is hard for him to ignore, getting him a bit tense again, so he has to keep going before he loses momentum altogether. ]
Um... [ He thumbs the cap open and squeezes some onto Nick's palm, assuming that's what Nick's getting at. ] What should I--
[ But he intuits enough based on Nick's movements too, rocking his hips a bit more toward Nick's hand, not so much into it as he is arching forward and lifting himself slightly, to give Nick enough space so he won't be quite so cramped. Then Reggie puts his hand over Nick's on his dick, stroking his wrist encouragingly. ]
[He can see that Reggie is starting to tense, he can feel it.]
I want you to remember. I'm the only person here. Hey.
[And one finger slides into Reggie. He doesn't plan on fucking him, he really doesn't, he just wants to make Reggie go a little bit crazy right now, and this is how he plans on doing it.]
You're here. [ Reggie nods, breathing hard and sharp, reaching around to stroke Nick's cock. ] It's okay, I want you. I want this.
[ But what Reggie needs to do in order to help himself relax, enough that he can let go and get lost in enjoying the experience, is to give himself a little more control in the process.
He doesn't move immediately, first easing back against Nick's hand and clenching around his finger almost reflexively, groaning low enough in his throat it nearly gets lost under the music, but then he pulls off and turns himself around so they're face to face again. Reggie pulls Nick's hand back to where it was and leans close to catch his lips in a rough kiss, rocking against his dick needily. ]
[He knows that this will make him feel better, and he can't help himself; he lets Reggie move, because he knows Reggie will be more comfortable this way. Reggie will be more easygoing like this.
He moves his hand back to press his fingers into Reggie, and kisses him on the mouth, over and over.]
[ Panting, and nodding as he groans against Nick's mouth, Reggie swallows and lets his fingers curl around both their dicks, rocking closer so they fit more easily together in his palm. He adjusts himself a bit more firmly in Nick's lap, knees pointing out slightly, and begins stroking quickly.
Reggie can't tell if he's more relieved or more disappointed that they probably won't be fucking, his cold apprehension at the prospect at war with the burning want for it that keeps flaring within him, hot and distracting, but all the same--
All the same he's still feeling that delirium of lust cloud heavily over him the more he strokes, moaning against Nick's mouth the harder and more sensitive his dick gets, the more he can feel how aroused Nick is against him, the deeper Nick's fingers plunge into him. ]
I want-- [ But he still isn't sure; he can't focus, so he buries that thought with his lips against Nick's again. ] I want you... I want you, fuck, Nick, I want you so bad--
[He promises it with a huff of breath, a tug of his body against Reggie's, a full push of himself up against this boy who is giving him everything and not holding anything back. Nick kept telling him - look at me, don't look at them, there's only me - and the world narrows to the two of them, even though the sounds around them are of a crowd.
He kisses him and bites and aims for Reggie's throat, and sucks a mark up, his free hand gripping Reggie's hip hard enough to bruise as he pants his pleasure against Reggie's collarbone.
Hell.
Hell could not be this good. His cock feels tight and full and he presses, harder, up, to rock them together, and pushes his fingers in deeper. Shit. Shit, he's not going to last, now.]
[ The music is loud and the club lights flash around them, not loud enough to mask the sounds of conversation or the periodic person calling out to them (even if the words themselves are drowned out), and not bright enough to disguise the occasional flash of pictures being snapped with phones, but Reggie's world has also narrowed to only this, only Nick, and the rest is just meaningless (if somewhat arousing) background noise.
He whines, digging the fingers of his free hand into Nick's hair and rocking against him greedily. ]
But-- ah-- but I...
[ He doesn't know where he's going with that thought-- he just wants, and wants, and wants, he wants as much as he can possibly handle, and then maybe still even more. Reggie gasps and groans, needy and loud, squeezing his hand around their dicks to apply pressure as he continues his deep, feverish stroking, jerking them off with as steady a pace as he can manage; his wrist twists so he can particularly favor the head of Nick's cock with his thumb, teasing it with his fingernails. ]
I need you, I...
[ That's not necessarily a complaint; he's getting Nick now, so it's also an observation, a deliriously lustful affirmation. His breath hitches, voice hoarse and raspy with every word and sound that comes out of him while he tries to find some balance between sensations, letting go of Nick's hair so he can grab his wrist and encourage him to shove his fingers as deep as they'll go.
He nips at Nick's ear, kissing whatever he can reach, still groaning and whimpering with pleasure and impatience. ]
-the sounds that Reggie is making, the desperation, the begging. He wants more of it, he wants Reggie to wail and cry and mean it, he wants Reggie-
-he wants Reggie. He moves his fingers deeper into him, and he thinks his vision shorts out a moment, and then another, and he sees stars as he comes, panting and hissing and pressing himself up into Reggie's hand, and he shuts his eyes for a moment, and when he opens them all he can see is Reggie's face, his mouth swollen from cocksucking, his eyes wide and bottomlessly black.
He kisses him and uses his free hand to tug at him, to slick over Reggie's dick in smooth, easy strokes, faster and tighter than Reggie was moving before.]
[ Voice strained and vision swimming, greying at the edges as Reggie nears climax as well; he kisses Nick greedily, burying his wanton moans against his mouth, but that only seems to encourages more out of him. Reggie looks at Nick deliriously, getting lost in his eyes, and the beautiful and just slightly wrecked way his expression gets after coming.
It's no wonder, no wonder Reggie never ends up regretting any of the things they do together, no matter how much some of them might scare him at first. It's worth it, and maybe that's the surest sign that he probably does love Nick, because part of him can recognize that willingness to risk it all, to give everything he has just to be with someone.
So that's what he does, he lets go, opening his legs a bit more so he can arch his back and rock easier in Nick's lap, back and forth against each hand until he comes suddenly (or rather, finally) with a shudder and a jerk of his hips. His breath keeps falling out of him in harsh, shivering puffs, even as he pulls back to lick Nick's come off his hand.
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Or maybe not so unwittingly; who can say?
Reggie pants, breathing hard and moving like none of this is a depature from regular club floor grinding, but it's getting there. Slowly but surely. He groans a little brokenly at every bite and suck Nick gifts him with, moving his hand down to stroke Nick's erection through his pants.
Subtly, of course. They are still in public, after all. ]
So are you. [ He kisses him, smirking against his mouth and squeezing his fingers around Nick's hard-on just slightly. In a lower voice: ] Do we need to go find the club bathroom so I can help you take care of this?
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[Sometimes he talks like K. So fucking sue him.]
I told you.
[He reaches down and palms him, and then tugs him to the edge of the dance floor, where there are stages. In a club in the real world, a DJ would go here.
In a club in this obscene, absurd city, this platform has obvious other uses. There are chairs, and chains both, although Nick is not in the mood to use the chains.]
I want to show you off.
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This is new for him. It's a lot, and while he can feel the heat of Nick's excitement, contagious and electric and stirring up the part of Reggie that's always eager to share in that excitement, and to participate, this time that heat is still just an uneasy flicker rather than a flame. ]
What, you mean-- [ His eyes move from Nick to one of the stages. ] Like, right here? Out in the open? Nick, that-- I dunno...
[ Not "I dunno" like no, but "I dunno" like he's waiting, and maybe wanting, to be convinced. Nick has the best track record for selling Reggie on things he was initially unsure about, but Reggie still can't help having reservations about revealing that much. Not unwilling, but still too in his own head about it. ]
Are you sure? Like, some of these people might start using our club, too.
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[He runs his hands over Reggie's shoulders, and brings him in for a kiss. He has perfect control, his hand on the nape of Reggie's neck, his fingers just curving enough to control his motions. He looks and feels so pleased, kissing Reggie's mouth with confidence, with the knowledge that this is something that Reggie loves.
He nips and moves back, just a little. Just enough.]
I want to show them who you are.
I want to show them how they should be jealous of me.
[He runs his other hand down his chest, to one of his nipples, just to tweak it, his fingers staying there for a moment.]
Of how gorgeous you are when you can't control yourself.
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[ He trusts Nick, though, and he does love it, every single way Nick touches him and knows his body-- knows how to get Reggie hard just with his words, as is happening right now, even. The way he describes what he wants makes it sound so...
Maybe Reggie is thinking about this the wrong way. Since he's been here he has been carrying the extra weight of thinking he should still hide this part of himself, wanting to hide it, and all the unease and shame and paranoia that comes with that has been steadily undermining his usually easy confidence (whether genuine or faked), poking holes in it until he feels more insecure than assertive. And he hate that feeling almost more than anything.
Reggie kisses Nick back, slowly at first but then with increasing roughness, murmuring a groan against his mouth. ]
It wasn't meant to be an argument, but you're also not the one who's gonna have to actually be there working the door. People might get the wrong idea about me. [ Still not a no. He wets his lips. ] But I guess... like, maybe I can take that chance just this once.
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But still, it's not quite enough, so Nick takes an easy step back, not to leave, but to make sure.]
They have the right idea about you.
You're a submissive who will do anything your Dominant tells you. But that doesn't mean anyone else.
[He holds a hand out, and if Reggie takes it, Nick will pull him in and ease him onto his knees, will press him down so that he can ease the erection that is making a very uncomfortable bulge in Nick's slick black trousers.]
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He takes Nick's hand and then sinks to his knees, digging his fingers into the fabric of Nick's pants and dragging his tongue over the clothed bulge slowly, looking up at Nick while he does. ]
I don't just do it because you tell me to. [ His voice is low, heart racing. ] I do it because I want to.
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That's the best part, Reggie.
[His hands tangle in Reggie's curls. People are starting to look, now, but no one is getting close. Nick doesn't need magic to keep them away. They are two beautiful young men, and that's magic on its own. No one will get close enough to touch.
No one else gets to.
He takes in a breath, and swipes a thumb over Reggie's cheekbone, tipping his head.]
I get you because you want me. I get to do this because you want it.
[There's a shiver of desire going up his back.]
Take my dick out, and suck me off.
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But that could change, he imagines. For all he knows he might end up on his hands and knees after not too much longer, pants hiked down under his hips, and by then he might not mind it. As long as Reggie doesn't acknowledge their audience, as long as he doesn't look at them or see their faces, otherwise tunes them out, he's kind of excited by the idea of them being there.
Still breathing hard, and quick, Reggie takes Nick's dick out, looking up at him again and curling his fingers around it, letting his lips wrap around the tip. ]
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He runs his hand through Reggie's curls, and his hand tightens, gripping.]
That's it.
I'm the only thing here that matters. Getting me off is the only thing that matters.
[Nick knows that Reggie needs to be eased into new things, and he thinks it won't take much before Nick can sit back on one of the chairs and make Reggie ride him.]
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Reggie groans around Nick's cock as those fingers dig in and pull at his hair, forehead beading lightly with sweat as he pulls more of Nick into his mouth, lathering his tongue along each side as his lips tighten around his mouthful. He nods, groaning again, as if he's saying "Okay," in agreement, as best he can with a mouth filled with dick almost to the hilt.
He can still hear people, it's impossible to tune them out entirely, but Reggie keeps his eyes tightly shut so he can't be tempted to look around at their audience-- being only abstractly aware of however many eyes are currently on them, as if the two of them were on a webcam or performing in a porno, is appealing to Reggie's vanity in an unexpected way. He pulls back briefly just to take a sharp gasp of air before he pulls Nick in all the way, digging his fingers into gripping Nick's legs now, to anchor himself. ]
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[He says it with a hiss, his breath huffing and his hand tightening just a little more in Reggie's hair, and then Reggie takes all of him and Nick almost falls over, surprised, but pleased. He laughs a little, and groans.]
Satan, you're so good.
[He lets Reggie go, a few more moments, just a few, before he's tugging Reggie off him and tugging at him, needy.]
Come on, little mortal boy. Let me take you apart.
[He's nudging Reggie to sit down, his hand on Reggie's wrist, firm, and gentle both.]
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It's overwhelming, and even for as confident and brazen as he can be, he isn't used to being this exposed-- although truthfully, it's less the exhibitionism itself that flusters him (he has few problems with showing off for an audience) and more specifically what about himself he's exposing. But unease aside, he's excited, too; he wants this, wants Nick, wants everyone to know who Nick belong to.
Reggie stands, a bit hesitant, but wasting no time in leaning down to give Nick a sloppy kiss on the mouth, fingers fumbling his belt open as he lets himself be pulled into Nick's lap. ]
Who do you think I learned it from? [ He teases softly, a murmur against Nick's ear, before he breathes: ] Okay-- okay...
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Hey, look at me.
[He can show Reggie off, but he doesn't want Reggie to get self-conscious about it, and he knows that he will. So he makes him focus.]
Look at me, I'm the only person here.
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Yeah. [ He pants, twisting again to try and steal another kiss. It's effective, as a distraction. ] Just you. At least you're the only one here that matters.
[ Reggie continues his grinding, jerking forward into Nick's stroking and backward against his erection, panting, fingers slowly tugging his jeans down further, past his hips, the more wound up and impatient he gets. ]
And I like looking at you.
[ Even if it's not as easy, sitting like this. ]
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He hands the lube to Reggie, and offers his free hand.]
Here.
[He slicks his hand down Reggie's dick, not moving quite as quickly now. He wants Reggie to last.]
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Um... [ He thumbs the cap open and squeezes some onto Nick's palm, assuming that's what Nick's getting at. ] What should I--
[ But he intuits enough based on Nick's movements too, rocking his hips a bit more toward Nick's hand, not so much into it as he is arching forward and lifting himself slightly, to give Nick enough space so he won't be quite so cramped. Then Reggie puts his hand over Nick's on his dick, stroking his wrist encouragingly. ]
Tell me what you want.
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[He can see that Reggie is starting to tense, he can feel it.]
I want you to remember. I'm the only person here. Hey.
[And one finger slides into Reggie. He doesn't plan on fucking him, he really doesn't, he just wants to make Reggie go a little bit crazy right now, and this is how he plans on doing it.]
Tell me who's here.
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[ But what Reggie needs to do in order to help himself relax, enough that he can let go and get lost in enjoying the experience, is to give himself a little more control in the process.
He doesn't move immediately, first easing back against Nick's hand and clenching around his finger almost reflexively, groaning low enough in his throat it nearly gets lost under the music, but then he pulls off and turns himself around so they're face to face again. Reggie pulls Nick's hand back to where it was and leans close to catch his lips in a rough kiss, rocking against his dick needily. ]
That's better.
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He moves his hand back to press his fingers into Reggie, and kisses him on the mouth, over and over.]
Hey.
Jerk us both off.
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[ Panting, and nodding as he groans against Nick's mouth, Reggie swallows and lets his fingers curl around both their dicks, rocking closer so they fit more easily together in his palm. He adjusts himself a bit more firmly in Nick's lap, knees pointing out slightly, and begins stroking quickly.
Reggie can't tell if he's more relieved or more disappointed that they probably won't be fucking, his cold apprehension at the prospect at war with the burning want for it that keeps flaring within him, hot and distracting, but all the same--
All the same he's still feeling that delirium of lust cloud heavily over him the more he strokes, moaning against Nick's mouth the harder and more sensitive his dick gets, the more he can feel how aroused Nick is against him, the deeper Nick's fingers plunge into him. ]
I want-- [ But he still isn't sure; he can't focus, so he buries that thought with his lips against Nick's again. ] I want you... I want you, fuck, Nick, I want you so bad--
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[He promises it with a huff of breath, a tug of his body against Reggie's, a full push of himself up against this boy who is giving him everything and not holding anything back. Nick kept telling him - look at me, don't look at them, there's only me - and the world narrows to the two of them, even though the sounds around them are of a crowd.
He kisses him and bites and aims for Reggie's throat, and sucks a mark up, his free hand gripping Reggie's hip hard enough to bruise as he pants his pleasure against Reggie's collarbone.
Hell.
Hell could not be this good. His cock feels tight and full and he presses, harder, up, to rock them together, and pushes his fingers in deeper. Shit. Shit, he's not going to last, now.]
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He whines, digging the fingers of his free hand into Nick's hair and rocking against him greedily. ]
But-- ah-- but I...
[ He doesn't know where he's going with that thought-- he just wants, and wants, and wants, he wants as much as he can possibly handle, and then maybe still even more. Reggie gasps and groans, needy and loud, squeezing his hand around their dicks to apply pressure as he continues his deep, feverish stroking, jerking them off with as steady a pace as he can manage; his wrist twists so he can particularly favor the head of Nick's cock with his thumb, teasing it with his fingernails. ]
I need you, I...
[ That's not necessarily a complaint; he's getting Nick now, so it's also an observation, a deliriously lustful affirmation. His breath hitches, voice hoarse and raspy with every word and sound that comes out of him while he tries to find some balance between sensations, letting go of Nick's hair so he can grab his wrist and encourage him to shove his fingers as deep as they'll go.
He nips at Nick's ear, kissing whatever he can reach, still groaning and whimpering with pleasure and impatience. ]
Feels so good, Nick. You're so--
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-the sounds that Reggie is making, the desperation, the begging. He wants more of it, he wants Reggie to wail and cry and mean it, he wants Reggie-
-he wants Reggie. He moves his fingers deeper into him, and he thinks his vision shorts out a moment, and then another, and he sees stars as he comes, panting and hissing and pressing himself up into Reggie's hand, and he shuts his eyes for a moment, and when he opens them all he can see is Reggie's face, his mouth swollen from cocksucking, his eyes wide and bottomlessly black.
He kisses him and uses his free hand to tug at him, to slick over Reggie's dick in smooth, easy strokes, faster and tighter than Reggie was moving before.]
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[ Voice strained and vision swimming, greying at the edges as Reggie nears climax as well; he kisses Nick greedily, burying his wanton moans against his mouth, but that only seems to encourages more out of him. Reggie looks at Nick deliriously, getting lost in his eyes, and the beautiful and just slightly wrecked way his expression gets after coming.
It's no wonder, no wonder Reggie never ends up regretting any of the things they do together, no matter how much some of them might scare him at first. It's worth it, and maybe that's the surest sign that he probably does love Nick, because part of him can recognize that willingness to risk it all, to give everything he has just to be with someone.
So that's what he does, he lets go, opening his legs a bit more so he can arch his back and rock easier in Nick's lap, back and forth against each hand until he comes suddenly (or rather, finally) with a shudder and a jerk of his hips. His breath keeps falling out of him in harsh, shivering puffs, even as he pulls back to lick Nick's come off his hand.
And then kiss him, again, and again. ]
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