[ Brows knitting for a moment, Reggie seems to contemplate that answer for a few seconds before he sips from his beer again, nodding slowly and tugging Nick onto his lap.
With a tempered exhale, he rests his chin on Nick's shoulder. ]
Veronica's not even a threat-- she doesn't like, want me back or anything. I've told you that.
But he crawls into his lap. He's comfortable here; for all that Reggie is bigger than him, and he's been smaller than the other boys all his life. He's always managed to be on top, though, prime material for Top Boy.
[ Reggie likely had an idea that Nick probably meant telling them about each other, and of course he agrees; his hesitance about telling Ronnie, or really any of the people who also know him from home (they know by now, but not thanks to him being particularly frank about it), is a complicated and uneasy feeling, one he isn't sure he's ready to address head on, but it's countered by the idea of Nick and Sabrina being together without Nick telling her.
He just would rather put a pin in the discussion for now, for this moment. He doesn't want to feel angry or sad, or frustrated, stress about what's reasonable to want or ask for or compromise, he just wants to hold Nick until they forget all this and save it for later.
It's probably not possible, but he still wraps his arms around Nick firmly. ]
[ Reggie shakes his head. That's part of the problem, but certainly not all of it. ]
Nothing like, bad, or that's gonna make a difference, probably, but... [ He exhales, and shrugs. ] I also don't want her thinking she like, turned me gay or something.
[ That's mostly a joke, because he really doesn't know how to explain why it still doesn't feel easy to tell people from home -- or in general, but especially people from home -- to someone who seems like sexuality has always been a non-issue.
(Though he doesn't want Veronica thinking he's gay, either.) ]
[ Reggie grins a little too, carding fingers gently through Nick's hair before digging them in, pulling him in to kiss on the temple. ]
I didn't say she'd be right to think it, did I?
[ The funny thing is, he did sort of try convincing himself for a while that Nick did flip some sort of switch in him-- he knows it isn't really true, mostly, but sometimes it helps get him through their filthiest, most debauched encounters -- to participate and let go and most of all, enjoy -- if he lets himself believe it.
Just a little bit.
With his other hand, Reggie palms Nick's groin through his pants, idly stroking pressure against it. ]
[ Yes and no, it's just... a different sort of lurid, maybe. Reggie smirks a bit, kissing Nick's neck and continuing to stroke him with an relaxed casualness, squeezing from time to time. ]
That one probably is your doing. [ He laughs a little too. ] Though it helps there isn't a whole lot else to do around here. If I could've gotten away with staying in bed all day with someone back home, a lotta people would probably never see me again.
[ Regge inhales slowly, closing his eyes and biting at the corner of his lip as he presses his face to Nick's neck, fingers working their way under his waistband to stroke Nick over his boxers now. He loves seeing Nick like this, affectionate but slowly unraveling under Reggie's touch, and he especially loves hearing the dirty propositions that can come out of his mouth.
The stroking continues in silence for a few moments, but then Reggie swallows, nodding. He's a little hard now, he can't help but notice. ]
Uh huh. [ He wets his lips. ] We can do that. What do those things even feel like, anyway?
[He rocks a little more, his hips coming down with a bit of force now, his body pressing against all of Reggie's as much as he can. He kisses him on the mouth, first, and then he runs his nose against the long length of his cheekbone.]
Wear one to work? See how it is to serve while you serve?
[He's almost laughing, because Dorian would practically smell it on him, and he would take so much vulgar pleasure of it.]
[ Reggie kisses back, stroking and stroking as if keeping pace with his rapid breathing. His hand snakes around, fingers gently sliding between the cheeks of Nick's ass, but he doesn't do any more than tease while they rock their bodies together. ]
I've never stuck anything up my ass that wasn't attached to a person. [ He laughs a little against Nick's mouth, more like a breath. ] It'd be one thing to try it here, but at work what if it made me, like, walk funny?
[He groans a little, pushing up against Reggie. He loves this - he loves this mortal, but Reggie is so good at making Nick feel good, wanted for more than just the sex-
Yeah-- [ He gasps a little himself, kissing Nick more on his mouth, his neck. ] Yeah?
[ Reggie breathes, one hand bracing against the small of Nick's back as the other slips fingers in a bit deeper. God, he's so beautiful it's almost overwhelming-- it's hard to even trace back when or why it happened, that Reggie full-on caught feelings, but easy to see how. He's warm, and beautiful, and patient, and addictive, and so many other things Reggie can't get enough of.
And he's always had trouble pinpointing that exact moment, though, or defining his feelings at all. It's complicated enough without factoring in all the ways Nick is different, but the fact remains, and it makes him so easy to say yes to; because the feeling is mutual, Reggie doesn't have to constantly fight and fight for only scraps of respect.
His fingers knead in place slowly, directly over Nick's hole. ]
[He moans, almost dissolving into Reggie's arms. He doesn't know how he ended up feeling this way, falling apart at the hands of a mortal boy with barely six months of experience, and yet here he is. He rocks down onto Reggie's fingers, practically begging, but he manages to keep his mouth shut.
Just barely.]
We can start in the house-
[He whimpers.]
The apartment-
[And he closes his eyes, nudging closer to Reggie.]
And you can get used to it. Fuck. Reggie, that's good. Do you want me?
Yeah. [ Without any hesitation, voice breathy and eager, Reggie nods. ] Always.
[ And he flips them over so that Nick is on his back, bookending Reggie with his legs while Reggie leans over him trying to yank Nick's pants down past his hips. He kisses him messily, grunting eagerly against his mouth. ]
Lube--
[ It's a question, or a request, something, but Reggie doesn't have any close by. His fingers resume their position between Nick's thighs, working him with increasing impatience, and he nods into his next kiss. ]
You know I'll try out almost anything. But what do they-- what's it like? [ One finger hooks into Nick slowly. ] Just so I know what to expect.
[He kisses him and smiles, and presses his hand to Reggie's cheeks, and rocks a little. He rocks a bit, and looks around a moment, even though he doesn't want to get up.]
A moment-
[He flicks his hand and a bottle of lube flies to his hand, and he presses it in Reggie's.]
It's like-
[He thinks about it, and he kisses him again, bites him on the mouth just hard enough for it to hurt but not hard enough for anything else.]
It's like knowing you're full. You can feel it, you can sense it, whenever you move, and it makes you want more.
[ Continuing to pepper Nick's neck and jaw with kisses, Reggie quickly yanks his own pants down and fumbles the lube open, spilling a generous amount over his fingers and already quite erect cock before his fingers return to swiftly stretch Nick open for him, carefully but a little clumsy in his impatience. ]
Mm... ah-- [ He groans at the bite, letting his mouth hang a bit open even as the kiss continues. ] That sounds...
[ It does sound pretty hot, even if Reggie is still not entirely sold on the idea of plugs or sex toys in general (for use on him, anyway), but Nick as always has a way of painting a picture-- and doing so in the heat of the moment can only help convince Reggie even more easily.
(Not that it usually takes much regardless.) ]
Yeah. I wanna feel that. Maybe even-- [ Panting, breathing harder. ] Maybe even at work, as long as no one else can tell.
[ ... (That condition might be optional.)
His fingers hook and knead and scissor with that same hurried keenness, before he pulls them out and replaces them with his dick, not roughly but not gently. Greedily. He pushes in, and in, breathing out harshly. ]
[He takes a rough breath in when suddenly Reggie is in his body, and he arches up to get as much of his body against Reggie's as he can. He's getting good at this, or maybe it's just that he knows exactly how to do it to make Nick wail. He's learned so well, and Nick knows it.
[ No less greedily, Reggie kisses back, sloppy and aggressive with desire. His hips rock against Nick's at an enthusiastic, relatively steady pace, trying not to go so hard or fast that he hurts Nick, but enough to overwhelm him.
He loves overwhelming Nick, making him scream and unravel; he loves the reverse, too, but between them, that's much more of a standard. It's rarer -- not much, but enough -- that Reggie gets to be the one taking the lead, so he makes the most of it every time. Nick trusts him with it, and Reggie takes that responsibility (along with his own enjoyment) seriously.
Reggie slides his knees underneath Nick's hips slightly to elevate them, digging his fingers against them and angling himself to thrust in deeper. Breathless, he moves his swollen lips down to Nick's neck, sucking and biting it to leave dark hickeys behind. ]
I know. [ He breathes, panting against Nick's skin. ] And I wouldn't-- I...
[ --Wouldn't be able to hide it, he means, and presumably not for lack of trying. The words won't come out, though, not due to shame, but simply because Reggie's breathing too hard from his desperate efforts to drive as deep into Nick as he can again and again. ]
[He tips his head a little, and his fingers dig into Reggie's arms. Later there will be perfect bruises in the shape of his fingers, and he's moving in rhythm with Reggie.]
Hell-
[He leans and kisses him again, and closes his eyes for a moment to really focus on the feeling. He feels everything completely, and he presses his head against Reggie's shoulder.]
Ah-- huh-- [ Reggie exhales, grunting out short, vocal noises from low in his throat. ] Y-yeah...
[ His hand moves to cup Nick's jaw, guiding him toward another rough and messy kiss, one that may bruise their mouths as much as Nick's fingers threaten to bruise up Reggie's skin. It's good, so fucking good, Reggie is nearly drunk on it. ]
Fuck-- yes, Nick. [ He pull back for air, then kisses him harder. Mouth, jaw, neck, anywhere. ] You're so amazing. You're the most amazing guy I've ever met. I just want...
[ But that sentence -- that thought -- dissolves simply into more heavy gasps of breath. He doesn't know. He wants this, of course, he wants Nick, but beyond that lies the more complicated desires that both of them are currently trying not to think about.
[They're tangled up, and Nick tugs at him more, presses close to him. There is something about that - just this intimacy, this desire to tangle up against him, his fingers in the close cropped curls against the nape of Reggie's neck, his body rocking down onto him, all that that - that makes him feel high.
Normal sex isn't like this.
Sex with Prudence and Agatha and Dorcas was never like this. The only other person has been Sabrina.
He tips his head to hear it, and he tugs Reggie back to look at him.]
I love you too.
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[He sits back down, wanted, and leans against Reggie, careful and sweet.]
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With a tempered exhale, he rests his chin on Nick's shoulder. ]
Veronica's not even a threat-- she doesn't like, want me back or anything. I've told you that.
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But he crawls into his lap. He's comfortable here; for all that Reggie is bigger than him, and he's been smaller than the other boys all his life. He's always managed to be on top, though, prime material for Top Boy.
He closes his eyes.]
I know.
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He just would rather put a pin in the discussion for now, for this moment. He doesn't want to feel angry or sad, or frustrated, stress about what's reasonable to want or ask for or compromise, he just wants to hold Nick until they forget all this and save it for later.
It's probably not possible, but he still wraps his arms around Nick firmly. ]
We'll figure something out.
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Do you think so?
What do you think Veronica would say?
About you and me?
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[ Reggie shakes his head. That's part of the problem, but certainly not all of it. ]
Nothing like, bad, or that's gonna make a difference, probably, but... [ He exhales, and shrugs. ] I also don't want her thinking she like, turned me gay or something.
[ That's mostly a joke, because he really doesn't know how to explain why it still doesn't feel easy to tell people from home -- or in general, but especially people from home -- to someone who seems like sexuality has always been a non-issue.
(Though he doesn't want Veronica thinking he's gay, either.) ]
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[He snorts.]
No, that credit goes to me, too.
[He presses his mouth to Reggie's hand, and he gives him a bit of a wry grin.]
I didn't spend weeks getting you ready to deal with my dick to have the credit go to someone else.
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I didn't say she'd be right to think it, did I?
[ The funny thing is, he did sort of try convincing himself for a while that Nick did flip some sort of switch in him-- he knows it isn't really true, mostly, but sometimes it helps get him through their filthiest, most debauched encounters -- to participate and let go and most of all, enjoy -- if he lets himself believe it.
Just a little bit.
With his other hand, Reggie palms Nick's groin through his pants, idly stroking pressure against it. ]
Was it really weeks?
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I didn't want to freak you out.
[He laughs a little, and rocks up against his touch.]
You're as horny as a warlock.
[He is under some impression that mortals live less lurid sex lives than witches do.]
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That one probably is your doing. [ He laughs a little too. ] Though it helps there isn't a whole lot else to do around here. If I could've gotten away with staying in bed all day with someone back home, a lotta people would probably never see me again.
[ Reggie nips at Nick's ear. ]
You didn't freak me out.
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[He starts to nuzzle against him.]
Little mortal boy.
[He keeps nuzzling, rocking his hips against Reggie's hand, and he's groaning a little. A lot.]
Just get a plug and keep you full all day, tied up, and then just come home and fuck you until I'm done and ready.
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The stroking continues in silence for a few moments, but then Reggie swallows, nodding. He's a little hard now, he can't help but notice. ]
Uh huh. [ He wets his lips. ] We can do that. What do those things even feel like, anyway?
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What, do you want to try it?
[He rocks a little more, his hips coming down with a bit of force now, his body pressing against all of Reggie's as much as he can. He kisses him on the mouth, first, and then he runs his nose against the long length of his cheekbone.]
Wear one to work? See how it is to serve while you serve?
[He's almost laughing, because Dorian would practically smell it on him, and he would take so much vulgar pleasure of it.]
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[ Reggie kisses back, stroking and stroking as if keeping pace with his rapid breathing. His hand snakes around, fingers gently sliding between the cheeks of Nick's ass, but he doesn't do any more than tease while they rock their bodies together. ]
I've never stuck anything up my ass that wasn't attached to a person. [ He laughs a little against Nick's mouth, more like a breath. ] It'd be one thing to try it here, but at work what if it made me, like, walk funny?
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-even while they're having sex.]
We don't have to rush it-
[He gasps a little.]
It would be hot.
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[ Reggie breathes, one hand bracing against the small of Nick's back as the other slips fingers in a bit deeper. God, he's so beautiful it's almost overwhelming-- it's hard to even trace back when or why it happened, that Reggie full-on caught feelings, but easy to see how. He's warm, and beautiful, and patient, and addictive, and so many other things Reggie can't get enough of.
And he's always had trouble pinpointing that exact moment, though, or defining his feelings at all. It's complicated enough without factoring in all the ways Nick is different, but the fact remains, and it makes him so easy to say yes to; because the feeling is mutual, Reggie doesn't have to constantly fight and fight for only scraps of respect.
His fingers knead in place slowly, directly over Nick's hole. ]
Pitch it to me.
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Just barely.]
We can start in the house-
[He whimpers.]
The apartment-
[And he closes his eyes, nudging closer to Reggie.]
And you can get used to it. Fuck. Reggie, that's good. Do you want me?
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[ And he flips them over so that Nick is on his back, bookending Reggie with his legs while Reggie leans over him trying to yank Nick's pants down past his hips. He kisses him messily, grunting eagerly against his mouth. ]
Lube--
[ It's a question, or a request, something, but Reggie doesn't have any close by. His fingers resume their position between Nick's thighs, working him with increasing impatience, and he nods into his next kiss. ]
You know I'll try out almost anything. But what do they-- what's it like? [ One finger hooks into Nick slowly. ] Just so I know what to expect.
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[He kisses him and smiles, and presses his hand to Reggie's cheeks, and rocks a little. He rocks a bit, and looks around a moment, even though he doesn't want to get up.]
A moment-
[He flicks his hand and a bottle of lube flies to his hand, and he presses it in Reggie's.]
It's like-
[He thinks about it, and he kisses him again, bites him on the mouth just hard enough for it to hurt but not hard enough for anything else.]
It's like knowing you're full. You can feel it, you can sense it, whenever you move, and it makes you want more.
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Mm... ah-- [ He groans at the bite, letting his mouth hang a bit open even as the kiss continues. ] That sounds...
[ It does sound pretty hot, even if Reggie is still not entirely sold on the idea of plugs or sex toys in general (for use on him, anyway), but Nick as always has a way of painting a picture-- and doing so in the heat of the moment can only help convince Reggie even more easily.
(Not that it usually takes much regardless.) ]
Yeah. I wanna feel that. Maybe even-- [ Panting, breathing harder. ] Maybe even at work, as long as no one else can tell.
[ ... (That condition might be optional.)
His fingers hook and knead and scissor with that same hurried keenness, before he pulls them out and replaces them with his dick, not roughly but not gently. Greedily. He pushes in, and in, breathing out harshly. ]
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He bites at his mouth.]
That's-
[He gasps.]
That's up to you, sweetheart.
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He loves overwhelming Nick, making him scream and unravel; he loves the reverse, too, but between them, that's much more of a standard. It's rarer -- not much, but enough -- that Reggie gets to be the one taking the lead, so he makes the most of it every time. Nick trusts him with it, and Reggie takes that responsibility (along with his own enjoyment) seriously.
Reggie slides his knees underneath Nick's hips slightly to elevate them, digging his fingers against them and angling himself to thrust in deeper. Breathless, he moves his swollen lips down to Nick's neck, sucking and biting it to leave dark hickeys behind. ]
I know. [ He breathes, panting against Nick's skin. ] And I wouldn't-- I...
[ --Wouldn't be able to hide it, he means, and presumably not for lack of trying. The words won't come out, though, not due to shame, but simply because Reggie's breathing too hard from his desperate efforts to drive as deep into Nick as he can again and again. ]
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Hell-
[He leans and kisses him again, and closes his eyes for a moment to really focus on the feeling. He feels everything completely, and he presses his head against Reggie's shoulder.]
You're so perfect, so good, Reggie, Reggie-
[He's starting to get incoherent.]
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[ His hand moves to cup Nick's jaw, guiding him toward another rough and messy kiss, one that may bruise their mouths as much as Nick's fingers threaten to bruise up Reggie's skin. It's good, so fucking good, Reggie is nearly drunk on it. ]
Fuck-- yes, Nick. [ He pull back for air, then kisses him harder. Mouth, jaw, neck, anywhere. ] You're so amazing. You're the most amazing guy I've ever met. I just want...
[ But that sentence -- that thought -- dissolves simply into more heavy gasps of breath. He doesn't know. He wants this, of course, he wants Nick, but beyond that lies the more complicated desires that both of them are currently trying not to think about.
Instead, he simply murmurs against Nick's neck: ]
I love you.
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Normal sex isn't like this.
Sex with Prudence and Agatha and Dorcas was never like this. The only other person has been Sabrina.
He tips his head to hear it, and he tugs Reggie back to look at him.]
I love you too.
[He says it tenderly, which is a little odd, considering that they're still fucking, but-
-but it feels right.]
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