[ Reggie leans over to kiss Nick deeply, stroking up his neck to his cheek with both hands before pulling back, bringing up one of Nick's hands so he can suck on his fingers while he eases his own jeans open and down past his hips. ]

I want everything-- I want it all. [ He breathes out slowly, trying to adjust himself, back arched so his hips press against Nick's cock. ] I wanna fuck you, or-- ride you, I wanna make you happy.

[ It's probably just the sex talking. However sincere he feels about it, it's not like this is love. But passion can just seem similar, in the heat of the moment; same emotional intensity, same instincts. Reggie rocks his hips back, but still doesn't move himself yet. ]

Just lie there and I'll take care of it.