[He reaches to take his hand, and tug it away from Reggie's dick, because he's a fucking asshole. He presses it down against the sheets, over his head, takes the other one to join it, huffing.]
I want-
[He thrusts, and grips both of Reggie's wrists in his hand and uses his other against Reggie's side, nipping and kissing the bumps of his spine, pressing his tongue in that dip. There is muscle, and it's beautiful, the way that the muscle moves under his skin, the way that he whimpers and wails and bucks.]
I want you to come-
[He huffs, breathes. Reggie is tight, and they're both too keyed up.]
From my dick-
[And there's another lick of tongue, another huff of air against the sweat of Reggie's back.]
no subject
I want-
[He thrusts, and grips both of Reggie's wrists in his hand and uses his other against Reggie's side, nipping and kissing the bumps of his spine, pressing his tongue in that dip. There is muscle, and it's beautiful, the way that the muscle moves under his skin, the way that he whimpers and wails and bucks.]
I want you to come-
[He huffs, breathes. Reggie is tight, and they're both too keyed up.]
From my dick-
[And there's another lick of tongue, another huff of air against the sweat of Reggie's back.]