[ 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.
[He says it tenderly, which is a little odd, considering that they're still fucking, but-
Sex with Nick has been different from any kind of sex Reggie's had before from the start, yes, but that's not what it makes it different now. Even sex with feelings isn't entirely new to him, Reggie has had that before, so he can recognize that this is similar. That it's also much, much more.
He looks back at Nick, in a way that makes him forget why he ever had doubts about his feelings, stroking up his cheek into his hair as he leans in to kiss him on the mouth. It is a bit at odds with the rough, frenzied way they're fucking, but really, that's never been a problem for them before. ]
Good. [ He pants, holding Nick close. ] That just makes me, like, the luckiest guy ever, huh?
[He reaches down between them, and kisses him again. He presses his forehead to Reggie's and begins to stroke himself, his hand moving at the same pace as Reggie's hips. He kisses him again, furiously, in a way that he could be bruising.
[ Reggie kisses back desperately, making soft noises and whimpers against Nick's mouth that he can't quite make into words, just want and need and gratitude turned sound. He nips at Nick's lips, barraging him with his own no less mercilessly; lips, tongue, groans that drown in between their collisions.
And then he comes, everything blurs and fades out of focus as his climax blinds him and explodes throughout his whole body. Reggie holds Nick close again and buries himself deep, as far into Nick as he can possibly fit, wanting to fill him up completely. ]
[He gasps, and clings as he jerks himself off, tries to get himself off, and it doesn't take much before he's groaning and biting at Reggie's shoulder.
He drops a little, his weight heavy, but he's so fulfilled that he just sticks to him, skin to skin.]
That's so good, Reggie.
[He kisses him on the mouth, the neck, the throat.]
[ Chest heaving as Reggie works on catching his breath, he kisses Nick back wherever he can, messily and dazed. His body aches in a deep way, a good way, satisfaction radiating off him like a sunburn as he clings to Nick, buries a hand in the thick darkness of his curls.
He nods, still feeling delirious. ]
Hell...
[ --Reggie agrees, if only because that's all he can manage at first. His breathing begins to steady, though it's still heated, still deep. ]
Yeah. [ Another nod, and a tired smile. ] Of course it is-- it always is. I know what you like, babe.
[ He kisses him on the mouth again, more slowly. ]
[ Reggie moves himself slightly so that Nick can sit up and make himself more comfortable, but he leaves an arm around his shoulder, not pulling out yet. His fingers stroke through Nick's hair gently. ]
[ Reggie gives Nick another kiss on the mouth before he pulls out of him slowly, hissing a breath in slowly -- he misses the sensation already -- and quickly doing his pants back up before he swings his legs off the couch to stand.
And then lean over, slipping his arms under Nick to pick him up bridal style. ]
[He looks slightly doubtful, but he does as he's told anyway, and he's actually surprised when suddenly he's lifted, transported up, and he laughs a little.]
[ Grinning, Reggie spins them around once, swaying Nick in his arms a bit (he is heavy, actually, but it's fine, they aren't going far) before he walks them over to the bedroom and lays Nick down on the bed with a mild grunt.
He climbs onto the bed next, crawling over Nick and curling up beside him, head against his shoulder and fingers idly stroking his chest. ]
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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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Sex with Nick has been different from any kind of sex Reggie's had before from the start, yes, but that's not what it makes it different now. Even sex with feelings isn't entirely new to him, Reggie has had that before, so he can recognize that this is similar. That it's also much, much more.
He looks back at Nick, in a way that makes him forget why he ever had doubts about his feelings, stroking up his cheek into his hair as he leans in to kiss him on the mouth. It is a bit at odds with the rough, frenzied way they're fucking, but really, that's never been a problem for them before. ]
Good. [ He pants, holding Nick close. ] That just makes me, like, the luckiest guy ever, huh?
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[He reaches down between them, and kisses him again. He presses his forehead to Reggie's and begins to stroke himself, his hand moving at the same pace as Reggie's hips. He kisses him again, furiously, in a way that he could be bruising.
But Satan, he loves him, and he loves this.]
You're so fucking good.
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[ Reggie kisses back desperately, making soft noises and whimpers against Nick's mouth that he can't quite make into words, just want and need and gratitude turned sound. He nips at Nick's lips, barraging him with his own no less mercilessly; lips, tongue, groans that drown in between their collisions.
And then he comes, everything blurs and fades out of focus as his climax blinds him and explodes throughout his whole body. Reggie holds Nick close again and buries himself deep, as far into Nick as he can possibly fit, wanting to fill him up completely. ]
F-fuck...
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He drops a little, his weight heavy, but he's so fulfilled that he just sticks to him, skin to skin.]
That's so good, Reggie.
[He kisses him on the mouth, the neck, the throat.]
Hell.
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He nods, still feeling delirious. ]
Hell...
[ --Reggie agrees, if only because that's all he can manage at first. His breathing begins to steady, though it's still heated, still deep. ]
Yeah. [ Another nod, and a tired smile. ] Of course it is-- it always is. I know what you like, babe.
[ He kisses him on the mouth again, more slowly. ]
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You do.
Come on.
[He presses his head against Reggie's shoulder, then, and closes his mouth a bit, and closes his eyes.]
I think I can sleep now.
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[ Reggie moves himself slightly so that Nick can sit up and make himself more comfortable, but he leaves an arm around his shoulder, not pulling out yet. His fingers stroke through Nick's hair gently. ]
Or would you rather nap out here?
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[He does not look dubious, but you know. It's still hard to imagine.]
I'm heavier than I look.
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[ Reggie gives Nick another kiss on the mouth before he pulls out of him slowly, hissing a breath in slowly -- he misses the sensation already -- and quickly doing his pants back up before he swings his legs off the couch to stand.
And then lean over, slipping his arms under Nick to pick him up bridal style. ]
Put your arms around my neck.
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My hero.
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He climbs onto the bed next, crawling over Nick and curling up beside him, head against his shoulder and fingers idly stroking his chest. ]
My... [ Hm. ] Mm. Mine.
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