[He manages to swear, before he's reaching for Reggie, before he's reaching for him to finish him off too, to let him come. It doesn't matter; so much doesn't matter now. He just wants Reggie to feel good, he wants the spiral that Reggie's in, this deliriousness to climax.
He wants Reggie to feel good, but another part of him that's worried, a part of him that knows that this kind of high will only result in him getting slammed into the ground by his own brain, that part of him is careful. He rains kisses down the back of Reggie's spine, against the ridges at the base of his neck.]
Come for me, babe.
[He says it so carefully, now, but it's still demanding, the order like steel.]
[ Reggie keeps stroking himself, his need reaching a peak so great that his hand almost can't keep up, he can't stroke fast enough. A thousand sensations are racing through his body at once, his legs shaking, hips aching, spine shivering from every kiss Nick places along it. He's so dizzy, head spinning, clouded with delirious pleasure, and then--
Then he comes, hard, in a way that makes his whole body convulse and nearly collapse against the mattress as it depletes him of whatever strength was still holding him up. He pants, gasping for breath, fingers grasping for to grab hold of anything close -- the sheets, the pillow, the headboard -- while his other hand remains on his cock under Nick's like they're glued there by his come and sweat.
He keeps breathing, hard and heavy and just a little frantic as he tries to catch his breath, murmuring incoherently against the pillow. ]
Nick... [ Huffing, his voice nearly gone. ] Nick-- Nick, I can't--
[ Think straight, mostly. Not yet. He just groans again, trying to keep their bodies wedged firmly together, trying to breathe and come down from however high he's been, the slow, weighted sink beginning to creep through his brain. ]
Don't leave. [ He squeezes Nick's hand a little desperately. ] Stay with me.
[He says it softly, and he strokes Reggie's hair, moving them just a little, so that Reggie is on his side and Nick is right there, his body curved up tight against him. He presses a kiss to Reggie's mouth, and holds his hand. It's shockingly innocent for a pair of young men who just did what they did.
But he knows what's going on with Reggie. He does.]
I'm not going to leave you.
[He says it, arching back, reaching his hand out. A towel appears in his hand a moment later, and he uses it just to clean up the worst of the mess, but he doesn't leave.]
[ Reggie kisses Nick back, warm and slow and intimately but still with an edge of desperation, like it's the only thing giving him air right now. He nods, feeling soothed despite the restless feeling stirring and sinking in his head, and chest, and throughout his whole body. ]
Okay. [ He kisses Nick again, and again. ] Good. Good-- you don't know how much I need you, I...
[ Nick probably does know, but that isn't really the point. Reggie holds onto him, trying to stop the feeling like he's spinning out of control, and lets his face sink a bit more against the pillow. His breathing is a little calmer now, but still raspy, with a harsh edge. He's thinking about the club again, being seen by all those people, and feeling a little antsy about it now. ]
I feel like-- why do I feel so... [ Reggie doesn't even understand it, what's happening right now; they don't usually get intense enough for that. ] I dunno. Like I can't control myself anymore.
[It's subdrop - Nick knows the symptoms, he knows what's going on, even if Reggie doesn't. His sexual education was far more than classical, and he knows-
-he knows, and that's all that matters. He won't leave him right now; his hands are gentle, he's gentle. He tugs until Reggie's head is on his chest, and his hands are on his back.]
I'm not going to leave you. Here.
[He takes Reggie's hand, and brings it so their wrists touch, and Reggie can feel Nick's heartbeat mirror his own. Soon, they'll match.
[ Taking his time, a couple slow, deep breaths, Reggie moves closer and lets himself be wrapped up in Nick's arms, forehead resting against Nick's chest.
No, he doesn't know shit about what this feeling is, but this is also exactly why Reggie rarely regrets the choices he makes with Nick, the things he lets Nick introduce to him, staying with Nick at all-- he trusts him, Nick knows how to give Reggie exactly what he wants even before Reggie knows how to admit he wants it, and then when it's over he doesn't leave Reggie to lay in it and spin out with shame. It's safe to want, and have, and give, and take. ]
I just want people to respect me. [ In general, of course, but he's mostly thinking about when he starts working now... considering. ] But it'll be fine, right? It'll be...
[ He doesn't know, but he isn't really capable of clear or rational thought just yet; what he can do is settle for the compromise of just wanting to believe that rather than give into the temptation to keep spinning out. Reggie strokes Nick's wrist with his thumb, feeling calmer as he does so, curling closer to kiss his fingers and peering up at him. ]
[There's a lot of shit to address. Nick has to take it one item at a time. So first.]
It was hot as Hell, you were beautiful.
[He leans down to kiss him on the top of his head, on the curls that match his own so perfectly. That's the first thing. The second thing is easier, but he has to approach it in a way that Reggie won't take badly, although honestly Nick is pretty sure that Reggie just needs to hear that Nick respects him.
And he does.]
It's better than fine.
All of those people - well, most of them - were native. And they respect you more, because you trusted me, because-
-because of that mark on your neck, and the one that's not on mine.
[It's not really what he thinks Reggie wants to hear, but still.]
[ It's not exactly what Reggie wants to hear, no, but still not totally unhelpful. Reggie does lose sight of the fact sometimes that his comparatively normal ("normal") sensibilities are totally meaningless here, and things like what they just did are the norm.
Useful perspective for his own residual embarrassment, but it doesn't do much for the fact he resents the label -- the tattoo -- in the first place. Reggie doesn't seem himself as submissive; at most he can begrudgingly acknowledge he sometimes acts that way (and even more begrudgingly, enjoys it) but is it something he is?
But then, he's also not the Reggie he is prone to fronting as, macho and charming and effortlessly confident, a leader, an alpha. At least, not completely. If he really is a strange marriage of both things, though, as long as he keeps Nick's respect -- or Archie's, or Derek's, or anyone else's whose opinion matters to Reggie even slightly -- then maybe he can accept it.
Reggie pulls himself up a bit so that he can slide his arm around Nick's shoulders, kissing him slowly on the mouth. ]
I respect you too. And not because I have to. [ He smirks a little into the kiss, clearly starting to level out again. ] Maybe we should get a little crazy more often.
[His heartbeat is starting to normalize; Nick feels it, but doesn't pull away. He kisses him instead, kisses him back.]
Sure.
[He says it with the easy confidence of someone who maybe doesn't actually think that was all that crazy. He has done more intense things. Lupercalia with Prudence nearly killed him. He's commanded his boys with pushy demands and sex both, and he's not ashamed of it.
So this?
This isn't crazy. It's more than a usual day at school, sure, he'll give him that.]
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[He manages to swear, before he's reaching for Reggie, before he's reaching for him to finish him off too, to let him come. It doesn't matter; so much doesn't matter now. He just wants Reggie to feel good, he wants the spiral that Reggie's in, this deliriousness to climax.
He wants Reggie to feel good, but another part of him that's worried, a part of him that knows that this kind of high will only result in him getting slammed into the ground by his own brain, that part of him is careful. He rains kisses down the back of Reggie's spine, against the ridges at the base of his neck.]
Come for me, babe.
[He says it so carefully, now, but it's still demanding, the order like steel.]
I want to see it.
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[ Reggie keeps stroking himself, his need reaching a peak so great that his hand almost can't keep up, he can't stroke fast enough. A thousand sensations are racing through his body at once, his legs shaking, hips aching, spine shivering from every kiss Nick places along it. He's so dizzy, head spinning, clouded with delirious pleasure, and then--
Then he comes, hard, in a way that makes his whole body convulse and nearly collapse against the mattress as it depletes him of whatever strength was still holding him up. He pants, gasping for breath, fingers grasping for to grab hold of anything close -- the sheets, the pillow, the headboard -- while his other hand remains on his cock under Nick's like they're glued there by his come and sweat.
He keeps breathing, hard and heavy and just a little frantic as he tries to catch his breath, murmuring incoherently against the pillow. ]
Nick... [ Huffing, his voice nearly gone. ] Nick-- Nick, I can't--
[ Think straight, mostly. Not yet. He just groans again, trying to keep their bodies wedged firmly together, trying to breathe and come down from however high he's been, the slow, weighted sink beginning to creep through his brain. ]
Don't leave. [ He squeezes Nick's hand a little desperately. ] Stay with me.
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[He says it softly, and he strokes Reggie's hair, moving them just a little, so that Reggie is on his side and Nick is right there, his body curved up tight against him. He presses a kiss to Reggie's mouth, and holds his hand. It's shockingly innocent for a pair of young men who just did what they did.
But he knows what's going on with Reggie. He does.]
I'm not going to leave you.
[He says it, arching back, reaching his hand out. A towel appears in his hand a moment later, and he uses it just to clean up the worst of the mess, but he doesn't leave.]
I'm not going anywhere.
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Okay. [ He kisses Nick again, and again. ] Good. Good-- you don't know how much I need you, I...
[ Nick probably does know, but that isn't really the point. Reggie holds onto him, trying to stop the feeling like he's spinning out of control, and lets his face sink a bit more against the pillow. His breathing is a little calmer now, but still raspy, with a harsh edge. He's thinking about the club again, being seen by all those people, and feeling a little antsy about it now. ]
I feel like-- why do I feel so... [ Reggie doesn't even understand it, what's happening right now; they don't usually get intense enough for that. ] I dunno. Like I can't control myself anymore.
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[He kisses him, gently.]
You can. Breathe. I'm right here.
[It's subdrop - Nick knows the symptoms, he knows what's going on, even if Reggie doesn't. His sexual education was far more than classical, and he knows-
-he knows, and that's all that matters. He won't leave him right now; his hands are gentle, he's gentle. He tugs until Reggie's head is on his chest, and his hands are on his back.]
I'm not going to leave you. Here.
[He takes Reggie's hand, and brings it so their wrists touch, and Reggie can feel Nick's heartbeat mirror his own. Soon, they'll match.
He takes it easy.]
You're coming down off a high. That's all.
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No, he doesn't know shit about what this feeling is, but this is also exactly why Reggie rarely regrets the choices he makes with Nick, the things he lets Nick introduce to him, staying with Nick at all-- he trusts him, Nick knows how to give Reggie exactly what he wants even before Reggie knows how to admit he wants it, and then when it's over he doesn't leave Reggie to lay in it and spin out with shame. It's safe to want, and have, and give, and take. ]
I just want people to respect me. [ In general, of course, but he's mostly thinking about when he starts working now... considering. ] But it'll be fine, right? It'll be...
[ He doesn't know, but he isn't really capable of clear or rational thought just yet; what he can do is settle for the compromise of just wanting to believe that rather than give into the temptation to keep spinning out. Reggie strokes Nick's wrist with his thumb, feeling calmer as he does so, curling closer to kiss his fingers and peering up at him. ]
It was hot for you too, right?
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It was hot as Hell, you were beautiful.
[He leans down to kiss him on the top of his head, on the curls that match his own so perfectly. That's the first thing. The second thing is easier, but he has to approach it in a way that Reggie won't take badly, although honestly Nick is pretty sure that Reggie just needs to hear that Nick respects him.
And he does.]
It's better than fine.
All of those people - well, most of them - were native. And they respect you more, because you trusted me, because-
-because of that mark on your neck, and the one that's not on mine.
[It's not really what he thinks Reggie wants to hear, but still.]
I respect you. I always will.
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Useful perspective for his own residual embarrassment, but it doesn't do much for the fact he resents the label -- the tattoo -- in the first place. Reggie doesn't seem himself as submissive; at most he can begrudgingly acknowledge he sometimes acts that way (and even more begrudgingly, enjoys it) but is it something he is?
But then, he's also not the Reggie he is prone to fronting as, macho and charming and effortlessly confident, a leader, an alpha. At least, not completely. If he really is a strange marriage of both things, though, as long as he keeps Nick's respect -- or Archie's, or Derek's, or anyone else's whose opinion matters to Reggie even slightly -- then maybe he can accept it.
Reggie pulls himself up a bit so that he can slide his arm around Nick's shoulders, kissing him slowly on the mouth. ]
I respect you too. And not because I have to. [ He smirks a little into the kiss, clearly starting to level out again. ] Maybe we should get a little crazy more often.
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Sure.
[He says it with the easy confidence of someone who maybe doesn't actually think that was all that crazy. He has done more intense things. Lupercalia with Prudence nearly killed him. He's commanded his boys with pushy demands and sex both, and he's not ashamed of it.
So this?
This isn't crazy. It's more than a usual day at school, sure, he'll give him that.]