[Reggie falls apart so beautifully, like he's designed for this, for taking Nick's cock. He whimpers for it, cries out for it, bucks and sobs and begs, and it's so fucking perfect. Nick groans at the scene in front of him: Reggie, his back arched like a cat in heat, wailing for more.
Wailing for Nick.
Maybe it's just that the lovers at the Academy have been so jaded, or that they're excited in so many ways about the passion of the moment that they forget the other person, but he feels like Reggie is the one person who has wanted him the most.
He's wanted the most.]
Shit-
[He snarls it, bucking a little more, his balls tightening as he has to still his hips, and lean down to bite Reggie on the shoulder, his hands digging into his hips. There will be bruises in the shape of his fingertips, purple and awful but there.]
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Wailing for Nick.
Maybe it's just that the lovers at the Academy have been so jaded, or that they're excited in so many ways about the passion of the moment that they forget the other person, but he feels like Reggie is the one person who has wanted him the most.
He's wanted the most.]
Shit-
[He snarls it, bucking a little more, his balls tightening as he has to still his hips, and lean down to bite Reggie on the shoulder, his hands digging into his hips. There will be bruises in the shape of his fingertips, purple and awful but there.]
Reggie-