[ Reggie exhales, hissing only slightly impatiently, but he kisses Nick back and nods, sinking to his knees without further (or really any) argument... although he takes his time, kissing and dragging his tongue along Nick's neck and bared chest as he moves. He doesn't necessarily mind difficult, but he has a hard time ever matching it-- he's too hungry for affection and eager to please to ever last long with teasing or playing hard to get. Which is probably part of the point. ]
Which direction should I--
[ He glances up, already somewhat regretting the question; he pulls at Nick's zipper with his teeth rather than finishing it. ]
I wanna see it. [ How much Nick likes it. ] Hear it. Or feel it. Or all three.
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Which direction should I--
[ He glances up, already somewhat regretting the question; he pulls at Nick's zipper with his teeth rather than finishing it. ]
I wanna see it. [ How much Nick likes it. ] Hear it. Or feel it. Or all three.