[ Reggie's certainly been shut up effectively for the moment, at least in a manner of speaking-- he may not be talking, but his enthusiasm continues to make itself known by the growls and groans that he makes into and against the kiss. The more Sweet Pea pushes, the more steadily emboldened Reggie seems to get, his fingers digging and pulling roughly at Sweet Pea's hair, the hand on Sweet Pea's very slowly creeping southward.
This is a problem. A different kind of problem than the two of them usually have when they're in a room together, or even from their partnership, because before they started kissing, Reggie was perfectly content with the deliberate state of blissful ignorance that allowed him to not have to acknowledge any desire for Sweet Pea at all. Yes, there's always been something different about Reggie's disdain for him compared to, say, Reggie's disdain for Jughead, but it was easy enough to pretend like that difference wasn't attraction. There were always plenty of other factors in play to distract enough from that.
But now that they are kissing, Reggie wants to let it happen, like a switch has been flipped in his brain amplifying all the angry lust that's been simmering under the surface this entire time. He has wanted this, even before he ever let himself know he did.
Sweet Pea's hip pushes forward and Reggie's hand slips down from his chest, beginning to blindly try to grapple with Sweet Pea's belt buckle. He barely thinks about it, acting more on instinct now than strategy, concerned with only getting Sweet Pea's pants open rather than if he's moving too fast or too far yet. ]
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This is a problem. A different kind of problem than the two of them usually have when they're in a room together, or even from their partnership, because before they started kissing, Reggie was perfectly content with the deliberate state of blissful ignorance that allowed him to not have to acknowledge any desire for Sweet Pea at all. Yes, there's always been something different about Reggie's disdain for him compared to, say, Reggie's disdain for Jughead, but it was easy enough to pretend like that difference wasn't attraction. There were always plenty of other factors in play to distract enough from that.
But now that they are kissing, Reggie wants to let it happen, like a switch has been flipped in his brain amplifying all the angry lust that's been simmering under the surface this entire time. He has wanted this, even before he ever let himself know he did.
Sweet Pea's hip pushes forward and Reggie's hand slips down from his chest, beginning to blindly try to grapple with Sweet Pea's belt buckle. He barely thinks about it, acting more on instinct now than strategy, concerned with only getting Sweet Pea's pants open rather than if he's moving too fast or too far yet. ]