( in the same vein, archie doesn’t know if he starts inching forward on his knees before reggie’s hand reels him in or if he goes willingly because of it. it’s awkward, hovering about a foot away from him, looming, when all of this good stuff is directly in front of him. he has to readjust the placement of his knees to the outside of reggie’s thighs, effectively straddling him. pushing at his leg to urge him to straighten it out if he has to. it’s a lot. he lowers himself down for the sake of comfort and the ease of reaching as much of him as he desires. it is, right — a lot? but it makes sense to him, somewhere in his muddled thoughts, to climb closer because reggie’s using his tongue and teeth on him.
and he’s really, really, really into it.
so much so apparently, that he pops the button at the front of his pants, giving reggie the space to cup him through his boxers. he tenses up instinctively, lips apart, suddenly aware that he’s already half-hard under his palm. it’s not for the reasons he might think, it’s just that he worries ( comparatively ) that he’s too invested. too eager. and jesus, he’s not even touching reggie. how is this fair?
he retracts his hand away from the front of his pants and grapples for reggie’s shoulder, holding on, needing purchase. it slips down over his collarbone to his chest and that firmness is so much different than what he’s used to. not different bad, just different. he drags his other hand down, too. mourns the loss of the warmth of his tongue momentarily but everything in due time. he trails his fingers down to reggie's chin, then under it, to tip his face up towards him. he stares for too long. the contemplation of questioning how to do this all too clear on his features — although, he figures it out.
archie leans in, gripping his face harder than strictly necessary, ready to taste him when he stops short. mm, yeah, sorry. that's the hand on his dick. their lips are brushing, at least. clumsy or not— ) That feels good, Reg.
( his words are meant to be encouraging, like how he rocks his hips experimentally, selfishly up against his hand but also down on his lap in an attempt to give some friction back. )
Can I kiss you? ( but the fact that he kind of already is, considering he's speaking into his mouth, defeats the purpose of asking. he's tipsy and needy, and archie continuing to talk will get embarrassing eventually. ) Please?
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and he’s really, really, really into it.
so much so apparently, that he pops the button at the front of his pants, giving reggie the space to cup him through his boxers. he tenses up instinctively, lips apart, suddenly aware that he’s already half-hard under his palm. it’s not for the reasons he might think, it’s just that he worries ( comparatively ) that he’s too invested. too eager. and jesus, he’s not even touching reggie. how is this fair?
he retracts his hand away from the front of his pants and grapples for reggie’s shoulder, holding on, needing purchase. it slips down over his collarbone to his chest and that firmness is so much different than what he’s used to. not different bad, just different. he drags his other hand down, too. mourns the loss of the warmth of his tongue momentarily but everything in due time. he trails his fingers down to reggie's chin, then under it, to tip his face up towards him. he stares for too long. the contemplation of questioning how to do this all too clear on his features — although, he figures it out.
archie leans in, gripping his face harder than strictly necessary, ready to taste him when he stops short. mm, yeah, sorry. that's the hand on his dick. their lips are brushing, at least. clumsy or not— ) That feels good, Reg.
( his words are meant to be encouraging, like how he rocks his hips experimentally, selfishly up against his hand but also down on his lap in an attempt to give some friction back. )
Can I kiss you? ( but the fact that he kind of already is, considering he's speaking into his mouth, defeats the purpose of asking. he's tipsy and needy, and archie continuing to talk will get embarrassing eventually. ) Please?