[Fucking Reggie is like riding a storm; he bucks like nobody's business, he fucks back, resists, fights it. Wants it just the same. Fucking Reggie is a gift, and Nick loves it. He groans as he thrusts again, and again, the tightness making him want more.
no subject
Shit.
He leans down and kisses him on the shoulder.]
Mine. You're mine.
[He shudders a bit.]
Hell-