[ Reggie never thought of himself as a lot of things, both before coming here and especially since, and even more especially since meeting Nick. Love is funny that way, but it isn't just love: it's also freedom, the ability to finally realize and explore other parts of himself that he never could have before.
Granted, Duplicity leaves them little choice in the matter, but for better or for worse. In this case it's a good thing.
And touching someone he loves really is an entirely different experience from touching someone he doesn't, and touching someone who loves him back is practically revelatory. There's still no accounting for how resistant he is to be or at least appear submissive, and how willing he is to do so in certain cases, with certain people, but in a way, that's something else he's working through. Something that's fairly normal, if not entirely emotionally healthy. ]
Nick-- [ Reggie pulls him close, rolling his hips against Nick's and groaning with need. ] Come on.
[He presses in a little slower and strokes him faster, his grip tightening a little as he leans in to kiss him, again, and again.]
I want you to let go.
[He wants him to ease up, he wants him to come. He wants him to give in, and more than anything, he wants him to stay here and just be decorative for the afternoon.
Satan help him he's an asshole but he likes to look at Reggie.]
Don't I always? [ He laughs a little, breath hitching when Nick strokes faster. ] For you I always do.
[ Not only Nick, maybe, but still almost always for Nick. Letting go with him has helped Reggie figure out more about what he likes, it's allowed him to experience and experiment.
Doing so completely is more difficult, though. Reggie may have beta-ish, follower proclivities, that loyal submissive streak that has defined so much about his relationships in the past and present (Archie, Josie, Veronica, Derek, Nick), but that's a controlled submission; being powerless and out of control entirely is something he likes much less.
Still, he relaxes, leaning back over the desk and continuing to kiss Nick so that he's pulled along. ]
[He whispers it as he keeps stroking Reggie, as he keeps kissing him, over and over, biting at his mouth a little. But everything is relatively gentle, even as he presses up against him, grinds up against him.
The plan is that Nick wants to wait, wait until he's gotten Reggie off, wait until Reggie's been naked for a while, lazing around the room. He wants to wait and see how it goes, before he lets Reggie touch him.]
[ Reggie nods eagerly, groaning against Nick's mouth as he continues kissing him desperately. Unsurprisingly, the words "You're perfect," make him open right up, legs spreading wider, wrapping around Nick's hips invitingly. ]
If I'm so perfect-- [ He bites at Nick's lip. ] Why won't you just fuck me already?
[ He's aroused and he's naked, which means he's also very, very impatient in his desire for more. Reggie whines against Nick's mouth, trying to grope for his belt to open it. ]
[He watches Reggie act like a slut, open his legs like one, and he loves it, he runs a hand down Reggie's cock and kisses him again. He is most definitely not going to fuck him.
Not yet.
He leans down and licks a long stripe up his dick, and teases his tongue against the head of his cock for a moment.]
[ Panting slowly, trying to control his breath, Reggie palms his sweat-damp bangs from his forehead and watches Nick lean over to lick his cock. He just stares as if he's in a trance, then shakes his head.
Then, blinking, he shakes his head again. Maybe he can wait a little longer. ]
No-- [ He exhales, grinning a little in anticipation. ] Go right ahead.
[He takes Reggie's dick in his mouth, sucking on it gently, knowing it's not quite enough pressure to get him off, but knowing that Reggie likes it, knowing that Reggie wants it. His fingers stroke up the side of his thigh, up his hips, up to his waist, and one of his thumbs presses down against his hipbone.
His other hand helps him keep Reggie's dick in his mouth, as he licks and sucks, alternating the attention he's giving him.
He takes his time; it's a methodical sort of blowjob, merciless. He wants Reggie to lose it. He hopes Reggie will lose it.]
[ As always, Reggie is immediately responsive, leaning back on his arms and breathing hard, breathing fast, once Nick takes him into his mouth. He groans, whines, digging a hand into Nick's hair in the hopes to encourage him along-- pace-wise, and otherwise. ]
C'mon, faster--
[ He knows Nick won't listen to him, because whenever Nick goes slow it's always on purpose, but Reggie can't help himself anyway; he always babbles, groans, whines, seems to need to make noise almost as much as he needs to breathe.
Reggie moves closer to the edge of the desk, rocking his hips forward. ]
[He sucks him down, his tongue tracing down the vein on the underside of his dick, licking up, desperately and needy, and one hand massages Reggie's thigh, his other hand still twisting a little at the base of his dick.
He looks up at Reggie with his dark eyes, only darker now, considering the pupils are wide and black. There's a smile stretched there, too, like he knows exactly what he's doing.
[ The way Nick is licking him, stroking him, Reggie doesn't see himself lasting too much longer. It's slow and deliberate but intense, Reggie rolling his hips forward again and again, gasping eagerly. ]
Nick--
[ He digs his fingers harder into Nick's hair, pulling him closer, trying to all but drag him onto his cock almost. He needs more, more, he already feels so tense and close. ]
[He pushes his mouth against Reggie a little more, and then he moves his other hand and slams his hips down, firmly, so he's controlling this again.
He sucks him down, faster now, insistent now, and he forces it now. He loves this. He loves this and he wants more. He moves his mouth faster, licking at his head, and then just under the head of his dick.
He's getting desperate; Reggie is. Nick is still collected, even though he's hard too. He's planning on taking care of that himself, even though he knows that Reggie will force the issue. Reggie loves nothing more than seeing Nick come apart, and Nick knows it.]
[ Reggie allows Nick to exert control, as usual, although he doesn't let go of his hair, still trying to at least hang on to the illusion that he's an active, assertive participant in this rather than utterly at Nick's mercy.
But ultimately he's always at Nick's mercy in the end, and ultimately, he doesn't really mind that.
His legs shake and reflexively kick open a little wider, thighs trembling the closer to climax he becomes. One hand lets go of Nick's hair to grip the edge of the desk, bracing himself, because moments later Reggie's orgasm is sharp and abrupt, hips snapping with an almost painful force. ]
[ The words don't really register for a few seconds, Reggie too blissed out in his pre-climax afterglow to hear much of anything besides the ringing in his ears. He blinks, sitting up a little on his elbows and letting his feet touch the ground again. ]
What? No, you--
[ Reggie looks down at Nick's erection, then up to his eyes again, almost incredulously. ]
Fine, give me my clothes back and I'll come back later.
[ Nick says no, which is unexpected, and Reggie is somewhat at a loss for a moment. No? So Nick wants him to just stay here and wait around completely naked?
He exhales slowly, moving off the desk but still leaning back against it, his eyebrow raised skeptically. ]
What choice do I even have?
[ Reggie may not be smart, but he can be stubborn and determined, which sometimes amounts to surprising resourcefulness. He watches Nick reach for a book, and gets down on his knees to climb under the desk and pull at Nick's belt. ]
[ At least, if Nick will let him. Reggie will open his pants and lick a stripe up Nick's hard cock if he'll let him; if Nick can't read and get a blow job, that's his own problem to deal with. ]
I'm gonna get cold if I have to just sit around doing nothing.
[He does let him, and he looks down at Reggie; beautiful, naked, willing, his mouth open and warm and wet. So wonderfully, brutally, fantastically wet.
He manages to keep reading, at least for now, but he tangles his hand in Reggie's curls, and his breathing manages to speed up a little.]
[ This doesn't necessarily feel like something Reggie should be so contented by after the realignment with Kavinsky, after the exhibition with Dorian, and yet, it is; Nick is a stabilizing constant for him, someone he feels safe and comfortable with more often than not. The fact that Nick loves him makes all the difference.
Reggie's lips shine wetly as he licks around Nick's cock like someone savoring a popsicle, then wraps his lips around it, taking it in inch by inch to slickly lather it as he hums around his mouthful. ]
[He's getting a little distracted, now. He doesn't say anything, and the hand in Reggie's hair flexes just a little, curling, and then uncurling, as he presses a thumb on Reggie's hairline. He keeps trying to read, but he gives up the ghost a few seconds in and just closes his eyes.
Enjoys it.
A good blowjob isn't rare, but each one is worth it, and Nick doesn't take that for granted. His breathing speeds up a little more, and he closes his eyes, just to focus on how wet it is, how warm this feels.
[ Reggie blocks out all his recent violations and indignities, all that humiliation, and focuses just on Nick and his cock. This is his Dominant, his boyfriend, who loves him and takes care of him and cherishes him in a way no one else has ever shown Reggie before.
He groans, taking more of Nick into his mouth, tongue gliding wetly along each side and threatening to drip messily before Reggie takes in the whole length. His fingers stroke the base of Nick's cock gently, up to his stomach, and Reggie moans again, tightening his cheeks for suction. It feels like, maybe, he has won Nick's full attention again, and he'd like to try keeping it that way. ]
[This is so good. He should have known. There shouldn't have been any surprises here, and maybe there really aren't, if he thinks about it. Reggie's mouth is open; Nick's whole body arches up. There's no denying it now; his hand is tightening more, trying to move Reggie's head.
The pleasure isn't just warm, and easily focused; he can't read the Latin anymore.]
Sometimes I just want to keep you in my bed, naked, my little mortal boy.
[He says it and thrusts, slowly and lazily enough that Reggie can move if he needs to.]
Anytime I want I would just turn you over, fuck you, or take your mouth, watch you come apart.
[ Reggie moves, and lets himself be moved, and draws back just enough so he can say: ]
Who says you can't?
[ He's playing along, mostly, leaning into the dirty talk like he always enjoys doing, but he's also not opposed to the idea as... a sometimes thing, obviously not a permanent arrangement. If it's between just the two of them, it's incredibly hot in a way only Nick (and occasionally Derek) can sell Reggie on.
Taking Nick's full cock into his mouth again, he moans around it, letting his throat vibrate around the length, saliva spilling down his lips. ]
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Granted, Duplicity leaves them little choice in the matter, but for better or for worse. In this case it's a good thing.
And touching someone he loves really is an entirely different experience from touching someone he doesn't, and touching someone who loves him back is practically revelatory. There's still no accounting for how resistant he is to be or at least appear submissive, and how willing he is to do so in certain cases, with certain people, but in a way, that's something else he's working through. Something that's fairly normal, if not entirely emotionally healthy. ]
Nick-- [ Reggie pulls him close, rolling his hips against Nick's and groaning with need. ] Come on.
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I want you to let go.
[He wants him to ease up, he wants him to come. He wants him to give in, and more than anything, he wants him to stay here and just be decorative for the afternoon.
Satan help him he's an asshole but he likes to look at Reggie.]
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[ Not only Nick, maybe, but still almost always for Nick. Letting go with him has helped Reggie figure out more about what he likes, it's allowed him to experience and experiment.
Doing so completely is more difficult, though. Reggie may have beta-ish, follower proclivities, that loyal submissive streak that has defined so much about his relationships in the past and present (Archie, Josie, Veronica, Derek, Nick), but that's a controlled submission; being powerless and out of control entirely is something he likes much less.
Still, he relaxes, leaning back over the desk and continuing to kiss Nick so that he's pulled along. ]
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You're perfect.
[He whispers it as he keeps stroking Reggie, as he keeps kissing him, over and over, biting at his mouth a little. But everything is relatively gentle, even as he presses up against him, grinds up against him.
The plan is that Nick wants to wait, wait until he's gotten Reggie off, wait until Reggie's been naked for a while, lazing around the room. He wants to wait and see how it goes, before he lets Reggie touch him.]
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If I'm so perfect-- [ He bites at Nick's lip. ] Why won't you just fuck me already?
[ He's aroused and he's naked, which means he's also very, very impatient in his desire for more. Reggie whines against Nick's mouth, trying to grope for his belt to open it. ]
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Not yet.
He leans down and licks a long stripe up his dick, and teases his tongue against the head of his cock for a moment.]
Are you going to complain?
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Then, blinking, he shakes his head again. Maybe he can wait a little longer. ]
No-- [ He exhales, grinning a little in anticipation. ] Go right ahead.
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His other hand helps him keep Reggie's dick in his mouth, as he licks and sucks, alternating the attention he's giving him.
He takes his time; it's a methodical sort of blowjob, merciless. He wants Reggie to lose it. He hopes Reggie will lose it.]
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C'mon, faster--
[ He knows Nick won't listen to him, because whenever Nick goes slow it's always on purpose, but Reggie can't help himself anyway; he always babbles, groans, whines, seems to need to make noise almost as much as he needs to breathe.
Reggie moves closer to the edge of the desk, rocking his hips forward. ]
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He looks up at Reggie with his dark eyes, only darker now, considering the pupils are wide and black. There's a smile stretched there, too, like he knows exactly what he's doing.
And he does.]
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Nick--
[ He digs his fingers harder into Nick's hair, pulling him closer, trying to all but drag him onto his cock almost. He needs more, more, he already feels so tense and close. ]
Fuck, that's-- more, please.
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He sucks him down, faster now, insistent now, and he forces it now. He loves this. He loves this and he wants more. He moves his mouth faster, licking at his head, and then just under the head of his dick.
He's getting desperate; Reggie is. Nick is still collected, even though he's hard too. He's planning on taking care of that himself, even though he knows that Reggie will force the issue. Reggie loves nothing more than seeing Nick come apart, and Nick knows it.]
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But ultimately he's always at Nick's mercy in the end, and ultimately, he doesn't really mind that.
His legs shake and reflexively kick open a little wider, thighs trembling the closer to climax he becomes. One hand lets go of Nick's hair to grip the edge of the desk, bracing himself, because moments later Reggie's orgasm is sharp and abrupt, hips snapping with an almost painful force. ]
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[He says it as he gets up, wiping his mouth a little, licking his upper lip. He's no slouch - he swallowed, and he's grinning.]
Now, I have some paperwork.
[He looks unbearably smug.]
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[ The words don't really register for a few seconds, Reggie too blissed out in his pre-climax afterglow to hear much of anything besides the ringing in his ears. He blinks, sitting up a little on his elbows and letting his feet touch the ground again. ]
What? No, you--
[ Reggie looks down at Nick's erection, then up to his eyes again, almost incredulously. ]
Fine, give me my clothes back and I'll come back later.
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[He says it casually, and he finds a way to sit at his desk, and reaches for a book, and his papers.]
But you should stay here, with me.
[If Reggie were smart he would start trying to be as distracting as possible. Nick is relying on the fact that Reggie is not that smart.]
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He exhales slowly, moving off the desk but still leaning back against it, his eyebrow raised skeptically. ]
What choice do I even have?
[ Reggie may not be smart, but he can be stubborn and determined, which sometimes amounts to surprising resourcefulness. He watches Nick reach for a book, and gets down on his knees to climb under the desk and pull at Nick's belt. ]
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You can put your head on my lap.
I like you naked.
[He's smug and an asshole and he really wants to open his pants and let Reggie go for it. He may be a warlock, but he's absolutely a slut.]
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[ At least, if Nick will let him. Reggie will open his pants and lick a stripe up Nick's hard cock if he'll let him; if Nick can't read and get a blow job, that's his own problem to deal with. ]
I'm gonna get cold if I have to just sit around doing nothing.
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He manages to keep reading, at least for now, but he tangles his hand in Reggie's curls, and his breathing manages to speed up a little.]
I'll allow it.
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Reggie's lips shine wetly as he licks around Nick's cock like someone savoring a popsicle, then wraps his lips around it, taking it in inch by inch to slickly lather it as he hums around his mouthful. ]
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Enjoys it.
A good blowjob isn't rare, but each one is worth it, and Nick doesn't take that for granted. His breathing speeds up a little more, and he closes his eyes, just to focus on how wet it is, how warm this feels.
Reggie's mouth is a sin all by itself.]
Oh, hell.
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He groans, taking more of Nick into his mouth, tongue gliding wetly along each side and threatening to drip messily before Reggie takes in the whole length. His fingers stroke the base of Nick's cock gently, up to his stomach, and Reggie moans again, tightening his cheeks for suction. It feels like, maybe, he has won Nick's full attention again, and he'd like to try keeping it that way. ]
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The pleasure isn't just warm, and easily focused; he can't read the Latin anymore.]
Sometimes I just want to keep you in my bed, naked, my little mortal boy.
[He says it and thrusts, slowly and lazily enough that Reggie can move if he needs to.]
Anytime I want I would just turn you over, fuck you, or take your mouth, watch you come apart.
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Who says you can't?
[ He's playing along, mostly, leaning into the dirty talk like he always enjoys doing, but he's also not opposed to the idea as... a sometimes thing, obviously not a permanent arrangement. If it's between just the two of them, it's incredibly hot in a way only Nick (and occasionally Derek) can sell Reggie on.
Taking Nick's full cock into his mouth again, he moans around it, letting his throat vibrate around the length, saliva spilling down his lips. ]
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