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( his first thought is to ask how do you usually? there’s no right or wrong way, and so archie keeps the sassy response restrained. he knows what reggie means anyway. there’s no simple way of maneuvering with archie in his lap even when he scoots back to give him space. he guesses he’s staring, that he’s been gawking, judging by the command he gets.
archie yanks his shirt off in a quick motion and has less luck with his jeans. he’s not going to bother trying to pull off undressing while remaining on top of him because he’s not cool™ like reggie is and he doesn’t want to get stuck trying to shimmy out of his jeans. that sounds ten kinds of humiliating. it’s altogether easier to roll off of him to the side and more or less mirror him, bending to shove them as far down as they’ll go and kicking them the rest of the way off.
but he stops with his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his boxers. ) Are we...?
Should I keep these on? ( he doesn't want to be too pushy or too prudent, hence asking. yes, he knows what they were doing a minute ago. he hasn't forgotten. archie's not positive how far this is going and at the risk of making it Too Real and asking too many questions, he wants to be sure he's not jumping the shark. ) Because I want to feel you on my skin but I don't want to make it weird. ( like that? you don't want to make it weird like that? ) I am though, aren't I? Making it weird. ( he exhales. ) It's the beer. It's making me ( spiral, horny, ramble-y? ) say what I wouldn't otherwise.
God, I'm so hard.( point made. has reggie gotten a word in edgewise? has he fallen asleep? climbed out a window? archie has no idea. he's not whining, per se, but good luck with every inside thought turning into an outside word, reggie. shut him up any time now. )
[ Archie's babbling is strangely more endearing than off-putting to Reggie, maybe because it makes him seem and feel much more smooth in comparison, or maybe just because it's cute. Whatever the case, they're still making progress, and that's the important thing.
Reggie shifts slightly onto his side after Archie moves off of him, leaning on his arm as his eyes scan over Archie's body slowly in an appreciative, unsubtle way. Then he laughs a little. ]
Yeah. Take them off. [ Reggie leans a little closer, tipping Archie's chin up for another quick kiss. ] Relax, Archie. We're doing this, we're already...
[ Kissing, touching, stripping-- once you've touched dicks it seems a little past the point of no return, might as well just finish what they've started. And honestly, Reggie wants to.
He touches Archie's chest, dragging his fingers slowly up it, up his neck to his chin. ]
All you have to say-- [ Another kiss on the mouth, a bit deeper this time. ] Is how you want it.
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archie yanks his shirt off in a quick motion and has less luck with his jeans. he’s not going to bother trying to pull off undressing while remaining on top of him because he’s not cool™ like reggie is and he doesn’t want to get stuck trying to shimmy out of his jeans. that sounds ten kinds of humiliating. it’s altogether easier to roll off of him to the side and more or less mirror him, bending to shove them as far down as they’ll go and kicking them the rest of the way off.
but he stops with his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his boxers. ) Are we...?
Should I keep these on? ( he doesn't want to be too pushy or too prudent, hence asking. yes, he knows what they were doing a minute ago. he hasn't forgotten. archie's not positive how far this is going and at the risk of making it Too Real and asking too many questions, he wants to be sure he's not jumping the shark. ) Because I want to feel you on my skin but I don't want to make it weird. ( like that? you don't want to make it weird like that? ) I am though, aren't I? Making it weird. ( he exhales. ) It's the beer. It's making me ( spiral, horny, ramble-y? ) say what I wouldn't otherwise.
God, I'm so hard. ( point made. has reggie gotten a word in edgewise? has he fallen asleep? climbed out a window? archie has no idea. he's not whining, per se, but good luck with every inside thought turning into an outside word, reggie. shut him up any time now. )
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Reggie shifts slightly onto his side after Archie moves off of him, leaning on his arm as his eyes scan over Archie's body slowly in an appreciative, unsubtle way. Then he laughs a little. ]
Yeah. Take them off. [ Reggie leans a little closer, tipping Archie's chin up for another quick kiss. ] Relax, Archie. We're doing this, we're already...
[ Kissing, touching, stripping-- once you've touched dicks it seems a little past the point of no return, might as well just finish what they've started. And honestly, Reggie wants to.
He touches Archie's chest, dragging his fingers slowly up it, up his neck to his chin. ]
All you have to say-- [ Another kiss on the mouth, a bit deeper this time. ] Is how you want it.