maybe we should I wanna see what u see and I want u to see what I see I wanna have a record of it so that when ur not here I can jerk off to it & pretend like u are
really? then I will of course I will how can I resist I'll even use my fingers so itll almost feel like the real thing tho it wont be, not even close I wanna see what I do exactly that makes u start to lose it & every mark I leave on u by the time u got home Id be so fucking desperate 4 it I'd let u do anything
just you babe anything I wanna feel u for days wherever I am
[ The nice thing about sexting is that, even when trying something new(er) and maybe still mildly self-conscious, it's easier to disguise-- easier to experiment when there's a bit of distance, with only text and photos alone. Reggie's having fun.
He sends Nick two selfies: the first is very similar to the one he sent earlier, eyes still regarding the camera with a similar half-lidded, sultry gaze, except now he's got his tongue out, two fingers against it like he's pulling them into his mouth to suck on.
The second one is more of a side view, from a wider angle, so his body is visible in the shot. He's laying on his stomach, boxers pulled down to just under his ass, which is arched slightly so that his hand disappears behind it.
Reggie's not actually masturbating right now (at least, not yet) (because he masturbates quite often), but there's no harm in letting Nick think he is. ]
[ Nick does not know how to play this game. Why would he? He doesn't have a cell phone, he's never had a cell phone, and this is the first time he's sexted anyone. Kavinsky sending him dick pics doesn't count. ]
[ That's what does it-- what keeps encouraging Reggie's boldness, what helps shape and grow how much enjoyment Reggie gets from putting on these shameless little acts. It's not so much that some of the things they do together thrill him on their own (or rather, not that they used to) but how Nick responds to him, responds like this: like Reggie's the hottest thing he's ever seen, like he's the best sex he's ever had. And there are no words for how much that turns him on. ]
u could
[ He doesn't know if Nick means it, but Reggie starts moving his hand back into place, just in case-- and because genuinely he does want to jerk off now, at the rate he's getting riled up. He's never masturbated this way before, but Nick's brought out more firsts in him than Reggie can count anymore. ]
I dont think I'd hear anyone if they came in too distracted esp if my face is pressed against the blanket I'd probably just keep going til u let me know ur there
[ Reggie's breathing quite hard now, not quite to the point where his sex groans are too loud or needy yet, but they still cling noisily to the end of each exhale. He sounds frustrated, unable to get his fingers in deep enough in order to pleasure himself properly, but clearly making his best effort. ]
its not enough why not ur dick u know t hats what I want I'm j ust gonna keep asking fr it please nick please
[ Reggie exhales again, grunts ugh and fuck and groans, sounding a little more satisfied this time, slightly smug, like he's imagining Nick reacting to his texts. Which he is, of course. He's having fun. ]
[ There's a delay before Reggie responds, while he's buring his face against his arm folded in front of him on the sheets, trying to finger himself deeper. It's not enough, although at the rate they're going he almost feels like may be able to come just like this.
He groans again, panting, rolling his face up from his arm just enough to fumble for his phone again. ]
they r magic I luv ur fingers once u make me cum I'll h ave nuthin else to do but make sur e u do too I'll give u whatever u want
[He sets down his phone after the reply, and he doesn't barge as much as he just enters the room, and he looks at Reggie desperate to get the right angle with his fingers, looks at him trying so fucking hard to just make it feel as good as he can, and he takes pity on him.
He crosses the space between them and his hand lands, gentle but firm, on Reggie's hip.]
Hey.
I've got you.
[He takes Reggie's hand away and replaces it with his own fingers, and leans down to kiss him on the hip.]
[ Face still half-buried against his arm, Reggie does look up-- startled, slightly, although also a bit too far gone to be self-conscious, or react much more than to exhale shakily and arch his back more, leaning eagerly into Nick's touch. ]
Oh, thank g-- [ Thank god, he almost says, but does manage to catch himself: ] Th-thank you... thank you--
[ Now he looks over his shoulder, face flushed with heat, eyes glassy. Everything he says is filtered through heavy, panting breaths. ]
I'm so glad you're-- I'm... [ Breath. Gasp. Then, grinning a little: ] Did I turn you on?
[Thank you, he whispers, and Nick doesn't laugh, but he wants to. Instead he presses his mouth to Reggie's back, his hand going to firmly hold him there, just for a moment. The fingers inside of Reggie open a little, and he lifts one knee to the bed for a moment.
Then he takes his hands away and undoes his pants, and opens his fly just enough to draw out his cock, hard and dripping. He strokes himself just once.]
I wouldn't be here if you hadn't.
[He presses his cock just against Reggie's ass, but doesn't press in, not yet.]
[ It's good that Nick doesn't laugh, as laughter is one of the few things that could untether Reggie from the tenuous comfort he's developed with letting himself be a little shameless, let himself submit.
But it's okay; Nick's rewarding him, not mocking him. Reggie breathes harder, his arm straightening out to clutch at blankets and cheek pressing to the bed, nodding in encouragement. ]
G-good thing. I almost thought I'd have to get a booty call over here if you were still-- if you couldn't make it home in time...
[ Teasing, probably, but it doesn't matter now. He breathes harder, opening his legs wider and impatiently rocking himself up against Nick's cock. ]
[That's a lie; there are plenty of people in this place who Reggie could call, who would come without questions. He reaches for the lube and strokes it over his dick, and without much more preamble he pushes into Reggie, thrusts into him with a groan.
He breathes and breathes and breathes but he can't seem to catch his breath, his body pressing against Reggie's back as he thrusts.]
[ When Nick pushes in Reggie grunts hoarsely, groans like he's been holding his breath and only now releasing it. He arches more, buries his face in the blankets, then just his forehead, panting and gasping out frantic moans, whimpers of relief and pleasure. ]
N-no-- [ He huffs, raggedly. ] No, they wouldn't, y-you're the only one who gets me like this. Just-- just you...
[ Which is mostly true... ish. Reggie still has some hang-ups about being fucked, still only let a couple people besides Nick do it, but even then-- what Derek got, what Archie got, it isn't like what Nick gets.
Of course, even if it wasn't true, Reggie might still say it at a time like this. Sex isn't always the time for the truth, it's the time when it's okay to say anything that the experience better. At least generally.
He groans more, hums in a contented, rapturous sort of way, trying to let himself fall into Nick's pace rather than to also rock his own hips back, and back, and back, but it's difficult for him. Passivity is nearly impossible for him. ]
[Fucking Reggie is like riding a storm; he bucks like nobody's business, he fucks back, resists, fights it. Wants it just the same. Fucking Reggie is a gift, and Nick loves it. He groans as he thrusts again, and again, the tightness making him want more.
[ Reggie almost feels like he's addicted-- not to sex (arguably), but to sex with Nick, and at a level he honestly barely understands. Maybe it's Nick's experience, his ability to identify, locate, and press Reggie's buttons -- ones no one had ever found before -- but Reggie hasn't ever had another lover who could make him as desperate and eager and responsive the way Nick does.
Granted, the way Reggie is much more used to having sex is not nearly as physically demanding as having sex like this, to merit the kind of groans and volume Reggie achieves with Nick without even trying to. Reggie can feel Nick throughout his entire body, on him and in him and all around him, and it's intoxicating. The physical and emotional intensity leaves him lightheaded every time; Nick always feels so good, to fuck or be filled by, always knows exactly what Reggie needs or wants exactly what Reggie can give him. ]
Y-yeah--
[ He groans, whimpers, clutches fistfuls of blanket with both hands, but tries to turn his head just enough that he can kiss Nick once he's close. ]
Yeah-- yeah, I am, I-- ffuck-- I... you...
[ Reggie whines again, drawn out and pained, though not really pained; he spreads his legs wider, tries to buck back harder, faster, needing more and unable to keep his body still enough to wait patiently for it. ]
Mark me, then. [ He pants, his cheek to the bed, curls splayed against it and his forehead messily. ] Come in me, leave... nnh-- leave bruises so that anyone else I'm with will know that they can't really have me... don't you-- you want that, don't you?
[Reggie falls apart so beautifully, like he's designed for this, for taking Nick's cock. He whimpers for it, cries out for it, bucks and sobs and begs, and it's so fucking perfect. Nick groans at the scene in front of him: Reggie, his back arched like a cat in heat, wailing for more.
Wailing for Nick.
Maybe it's just that the lovers at the Academy have been so jaded, or that they're excited in so many ways about the passion of the moment that they forget the other person, but he feels like Reggie is the one person who has wanted him the most.
He's wanted the most.]
Shit-
[He snarls it, bucking a little more, his balls tightening as he has to still his hips, and lean down to bite Reggie on the shoulder, his hands digging into his hips. There will be bruises in the shape of his fingertips, purple and awful but there.]
[ The slight dig of pain makes Reggie hiss sharply, to gasp and growl, fiercely reactive and shivering with pleasure as he melts a bit more against the bed as if being pinned, his chest nearly flat against it. Maybe it's thanks to their position, too, but the way Reggie responds is nearly feral-- or at least primal, bringing out more growls from him, breathless groans, his body jerking under each rough touch and bite, yet also yielding even more. ]
Nick-- ugh-- y-yes-- [ He pants, then swallows and wets his lips, trying to catch his breath. Barely succeeding. ] Like tha-- fuck-- yes, yes, yes, m-more.
[ One hand lets go of the sheets and wedges itself underneath him to fumble and frantically stroke at his own twitching, leaking cock, which Reggie has been too otherwise overwhelmed to even consider tending to before this moment; it's so stiff and tender it almost burns in his hand, drawing another hiss and a ragged gasp from him.
He could come without touching his dick at all, probably, at the rate they're going, but his will isn't quite strong enough to test that. ]
You're so-- y-you're my-- you're the best... [ He must be close if he's losing this much coherency all at once, but he still wants to hold on. ] Fuck, I'm-- you're-- this is the b...
[He reaches to take his hand, and tug it away from Reggie's dick, because he's a fucking asshole. He presses it down against the sheets, over his head, takes the other one to join it, huffing.]
I want-
[He thrusts, and grips both of Reggie's wrists in his hand and uses his other against Reggie's side, nipping and kissing the bumps of his spine, pressing his tongue in that dip. There is muscle, and it's beautiful, the way that the muscle moves under his skin, the way that he whimpers and wails and bucks.]
I want you to come-
[He huffs, breathes. Reggie is tight, and they're both too keyed up.]
From my dick-
[And there's another lick of tongue, another huff of air against the sweat of Reggie's back.]
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we could you know
you could see how good your mouth looks around my dick
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I wanna see what u see
and I want u to see what I see
I wanna have a record of it so that when ur not here I can jerk off to it & pretend like u are
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it's beautiful. the noises you make when you can't help yourself anymore
sometimes when i'm alone that's what i think about
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then I will
of course I will
how can I resist
I'll even use my fingers so itll almost feel like the real thing
tho it wont be, not even close
I wanna see what I do exactly that makes u start to lose it
& every mark I leave on u
by the time u got home Id be so fucking desperate 4 it I'd let u do anything
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let me fuck you until you can't see straight
you're making it hard for me to concentrate
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anything
I wanna feel u for days
wherever I am
[ The nice thing about sexting is that, even when trying something new(er) and maybe still mildly self-conscious, it's easier to disguise-- easier to experiment when there's a bit of distance, with only text and photos alone. Reggie's having fun.
He sends Nick two selfies: the first is very similar to the one he sent earlier, eyes still regarding the camera with a similar half-lidded, sultry gaze, except now he's got his tongue out, two fingers against it like he's pulling them into his mouth to suck on.
The second one is more of a side view, from a wider angle, so his body is visible in the shot. He's laying on his stomach, boxers pulled down to just under his ass, which is arched slightly so that his hand disappears behind it.
Reggie's not actually masturbating right now (at least, not yet) (because he masturbates quite often), but there's no harm in letting Nick think he is. ]
does this help
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i could come home now you know
[ Nick does not know how to play this game. Why would he? He doesn't have a cell phone, he's never had a cell phone, and this is the first time he's sexted anyone. Kavinsky sending him dick pics doesn't count. ]
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u could
[ He doesn't know if Nick means it, but Reggie starts moving his hand back into place, just in case-- and because genuinely he does want to jerk off now, at the rate he's getting riled up. He's never masturbated this way before, but Nick's brought out more firsts in him than Reggie can count anymore. ]
I dont think I'd hear anyone if they came in
too distracted
esp if my face is pressed against the blanket
I'd probably just keep going til u let me know ur there
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you would be there, getting ready for me, and i'd stay and watch you just a little, before i got close enough to touch you
then i'd come over and add my fingers to yours
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I w
N
[ Fuck. It's harder to multitask, doing it this way. He tries again: ]
I'd j ust
Let u in
I can t even turn to check b4 grinding back on u and b egging 4 u cuz th
at's h ow badly I nee d u
Nick
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i'd just let you grind and do all the work
fuck yourself on my fingers and watch you
i wouldn't let you jerk yourself off i want you to come from just my fingers
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[ Reggie's breathing quite hard now, not quite to the point where his sex groans are too loud or needy yet, but they still cling noisily to the end of each exhale. He sounds frustrated, unable to get his fingers in deep enough in order to pleasure himself properly, but clearly making his best effort. ]
its not enough
why not ur dick
u know t hats what I want
I'm j ust gonna keep asking fr it
please nick please
[ Reggie exhales again, grunts ugh and fuck and groans, sounding a little more satisfied this time, slightly smug, like he's imagining Nick reacting to his texts. Which he is, of course. He's having fun. ]
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I like it when you ask
i like the way you know it won't be enough
but i'll make you come from just my fingers and you'll be surprised when you do
my fingers are magic you know
then i'll fill you up when youre sensitive and all you can do is beg
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He groans again, panting, rolling his face up from his arm just enough to fumble for his phone again. ]
they r magic
I luv ur fingers
once u make me cum I'll h ave nuthin else to do but make sur e u do too
I'll give u whatever u want
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He crosses the space between them and his hand lands, gentle but firm, on Reggie's hip.]
Hey.
I've got you.
[He takes Reggie's hand away and replaces it with his own fingers, and leans down to kiss him on the hip.]
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Oh, thank g-- [ Thank god, he almost says, but does manage to catch himself: ] Th-thank you... thank you--
[ Now he looks over his shoulder, face flushed with heat, eyes glassy. Everything he says is filtered through heavy, panting breaths. ]
I'm so glad you're-- I'm... [ Breath. Gasp. Then, grinning a little: ] Did I turn you on?
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Then he takes his hands away and undoes his pants, and opens his fly just enough to draw out his cock, hard and dripping. He strokes himself just once.]
I wouldn't be here if you hadn't.
[He presses his cock just against Reggie's ass, but doesn't press in, not yet.]
This is because of you.
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But it's okay; Nick's rewarding him, not mocking him. Reggie breathes harder, his arm straightening out to clutch at blankets and cheek pressing to the bed, nodding in encouragement. ]
G-good thing. I almost thought I'd have to get a booty call over here if you were still-- if you couldn't make it home in time...
[ Teasing, probably, but it doesn't matter now. He breathes harder, opening his legs wider and impatiently rocking himself up against Nick's cock. ]
Come on, come on already.
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[That's a lie; there are plenty of people in this place who Reggie could call, who would come without questions. He reaches for the lube and strokes it over his dick, and without much more preamble he pushes into Reggie, thrusts into him with a groan.
He breathes and breathes and breathes but he can't seem to catch his breath, his body pressing against Reggie's back as he thrusts.]
You are-
[He wants to say mine, but he doesn't, not yet.]
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[ When Nick pushes in Reggie grunts hoarsely, groans like he's been holding his breath and only now releasing it. He arches more, buries his face in the blankets, then just his forehead, panting and gasping out frantic moans, whimpers of relief and pleasure. ]
N-no-- [ He huffs, raggedly. ] No, they wouldn't, y-you're the only one who gets me like this. Just-- just you...
[ Which is mostly true... ish. Reggie still has some hang-ups about being fucked, still only let a couple people besides Nick do it, but even then-- what Derek got, what Archie got, it isn't like what Nick gets.
Of course, even if it wasn't true, Reggie might still say it at a time like this. Sex isn't always the time for the truth, it's the time when it's okay to say anything that the experience better. At least generally.
He groans more, hums in a contented, rapturous sort of way, trying to let himself fall into Nick's pace rather than to also rock his own hips back, and back, and back, but it's difficult for him. Passivity is nearly impossible for him. ]
I'm what?
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Shit.
He leans down and kisses him on the shoulder.]
Mine. You're mine.
[He shudders a bit.]
Hell-
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Granted, the way Reggie is much more used to having sex is not nearly as physically demanding as having sex like this, to merit the kind of groans and volume Reggie achieves with Nick without even trying to. Reggie can feel Nick throughout his entire body, on him and in him and all around him, and it's intoxicating. The physical and emotional intensity leaves him lightheaded every time; Nick always feels so good, to fuck or be filled by, always knows exactly what Reggie needs or wants exactly what Reggie can give him. ]
Y-yeah--
[ He groans, whimpers, clutches fistfuls of blanket with both hands, but tries to turn his head just enough that he can kiss Nick once he's close. ]
Yeah-- yeah, I am, I-- ffuck-- I... you...
[ Reggie whines again, drawn out and pained, though not really pained; he spreads his legs wider, tries to buck back harder, faster, needing more and unable to keep his body still enough to wait patiently for it. ]
Mark me, then. [ He pants, his cheek to the bed, curls splayed against it and his forehead messily. ] Come in me, leave... nnh-- leave bruises so that anyone else I'm with will know that they can't really have me... don't you-- you want that, don't you?
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Wailing for Nick.
Maybe it's just that the lovers at the Academy have been so jaded, or that they're excited in so many ways about the passion of the moment that they forget the other person, but he feels like Reggie is the one person who has wanted him the most.
He's wanted the most.]
Shit-
[He snarls it, bucking a little more, his balls tightening as he has to still his hips, and lean down to bite Reggie on the shoulder, his hands digging into his hips. There will be bruises in the shape of his fingertips, purple and awful but there.]
Reggie-
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Nick-- ugh-- y-yes-- [ He pants, then swallows and wets his lips, trying to catch his breath. Barely succeeding. ] Like tha-- fuck-- yes, yes, yes, m-more.
[ One hand lets go of the sheets and wedges itself underneath him to fumble and frantically stroke at his own twitching, leaking cock, which Reggie has been too otherwise overwhelmed to even consider tending to before this moment; it's so stiff and tender it almost burns in his hand, drawing another hiss and a ragged gasp from him.
He could come without touching his dick at all, probably, at the rate they're going, but his will isn't quite strong enough to test that. ]
You're so-- y-you're my-- you're the best... [ He must be close if he's losing this much coherency all at once, but he still wants to hold on. ] Fuck, I'm-- you're-- this is the b...
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I want-
[He thrusts, and grips both of Reggie's wrists in his hand and uses his other against Reggie's side, nipping and kissing the bumps of his spine, pressing his tongue in that dip. There is muscle, and it's beautiful, the way that the muscle moves under his skin, the way that he whimpers and wails and bucks.]
I want you to come-
[He huffs, breathes. Reggie is tight, and they're both too keyed up.]
From my dick-
[And there's another lick of tongue, another huff of air against the sweat of Reggie's back.]
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