( 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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( 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.