[ It would be easy enough to set the beer down, or move his hand from Archie's hip, but Reggie does neither, too fixated on watching Archie's face and tracking the movement of his wandering hand. As someone who's body is similarly prone to ignoring his brain, this is quickly becoming one of those times to just let impulse and instinct take over. Reggie lets his own hand start wandering a little further under Archie's waistband, as he shakes his head. ]
Don't worry about it.
[ And then ducks his head slightly, parting his lips while Archie's finger is still close enough to pull into his mouth and wetly wrap around. Easy enough for Archie to free himself from if he wanted to, but as far as Reggie's concerned, face-touching is pretty much impossible to misinterpret, right?
His legs relax, one stretching out across the floor while the other, still bent at the knee, draws in to press closer to Archie's side. ]
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Don't worry about it.
[ And then ducks his head slightly, parting his lips while Archie's finger is still close enough to pull into his mouth and wetly wrap around. Easy enough for Archie to free himself from if he wanted to, but as far as Reggie's concerned, face-touching is pretty much impossible to misinterpret, right?
His legs relax, one stretching out across the floor while the other, still bent at the knee, draws in to press closer to Archie's side. ]