[ Reggie gasps, harder and more breathlessly, groaning in frustration but barely fighting the request-- he puts up a mild, requisite struggle when Nick pins his wrists, but it's mostly a pretense. He could pull them free if he really wanted to, but he doesn't, he wants to see if he can come just from this. Just from Nick.
He nods, and shivers, gasping more, his inability to touch himself increasingly manifesting itself as hypersensitivity to each touch, each kiss, each thrust. Probably for the best that he doesn't, anyway, because Reggie feels sure that he'd explode instantly if he touched his dick. He's already close, insanely close, but his desire to come is at war with his equally strong desire for this to last as long as possible.
Nothing he says makes sense anymore, it's all just noise, ahs and uhs and needy gasps and growls and wailing, broken up occasionally by his incoherent, disjointed attempts to form words; he manages a lot of "I," and "yeah" and "more" and "Nick," a lot of delirious cursing, but his ability to banter is utterly gone, as is he.
Reggie's legs and hips jerk, shuddering both with pleasure and the increased effort to keep themselves upright, rather than give way and collapse bonelessly down on the bed. He shudders again, groans into the blankets, and then his whole body trembles and jerks when he finally does come, hard. He keeps shivering, and panting, nearly crying in relief as it happens at how good it feels. ]
Th-there... Hh-- [ Trying to catch his breath. ] Happy now? I did it.
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He nods, and shivers, gasping more, his inability to touch himself increasingly manifesting itself as hypersensitivity to each touch, each kiss, each thrust. Probably for the best that he doesn't, anyway, because Reggie feels sure that he'd explode instantly if he touched his dick. He's already close, insanely close, but his desire to come is at war with his equally strong desire for this to last as long as possible.
Nothing he says makes sense anymore, it's all just noise, ahs and uhs and needy gasps and growls and wailing, broken up occasionally by his incoherent, disjointed attempts to form words; he manages a lot of "I," and "yeah" and "more" and "Nick," a lot of delirious cursing, but his ability to banter is utterly gone, as is he.
Reggie's legs and hips jerk, shuddering both with pleasure and the increased effort to keep themselves upright, rather than give way and collapse bonelessly down on the bed. He shudders again, groans into the blankets, and then his whole body trembles and jerks when he finally does come, hard. He keeps shivering, and panting, nearly crying in relief as it happens at how good it feels. ]
Th-there... Hh-- [ Trying to catch his breath. ] Happy now? I did it.