[ Nick's noises send a slow but powerful shiver of sensation up Reggie's spine. He settles himself more comfortably, encouraged and ready to lay claim to what's -- for the purposes of what they're doing right now -- his, and put on a show while he's at it.
He slackens his jaw and tightens his lips, cheeks pulling in as he sucks on Nick harder, pulling him in as deep as Reggie can manage without choking and establishing a back-forward rhythm, alternating suction with dedicated tongue attention, groaning periodically around his mouthful.
Reggie pulls back, lips wet, stroking the underside of Nick's cock gently with two fingers and looking up at him. He works on fumbling his own belt and fly open, finally. He wants more; more of those desperate, wanton sounds, more of Nick. ]
I want-- [ He licks at the head of it, then down it, then moves to climb back onto the couch, onto Nick's lap. ] You don't have to do anything.
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He slackens his jaw and tightens his lips, cheeks pulling in as he sucks on Nick harder, pulling him in as deep as Reggie can manage without choking and establishing a back-forward rhythm, alternating suction with dedicated tongue attention, groaning periodically around his mouthful.
Reggie pulls back, lips wet, stroking the underside of Nick's cock gently with two fingers and looking up at him. He works on fumbling his own belt and fly open, finally. He wants more; more of those desperate, wanton sounds, more of Nick. ]
I want-- [ He licks at the head of it, then down it, then moves to climb back onto the couch, onto Nick's lap. ] You don't have to do anything.