[ He leans in to kiss him, because-- well, Reggie had kind of been planning to anyway. He wants to do that before mentioning Betty or any of the other adjacent thoughts rattling in his head right now, so they don't seem related. Because... they're not. Definitely not. ]
Spoiled? What would it-- [ Do differently if it was? But: ] You know what, I don't even care.
[ He digs a hand into Nick's hair, leaning in to kiss him deeper, then start to try and push him toward the couch. He wants to get those lingering thought of Veronica out of his head, those questions about how loyalty and dating can even work here or across universes because they don't apply to him anyway, because he's single and all he has is whoever's in front of him. Which happens to be Nick. A lot.
So maybe a bit of this is slightly territorial, too. ]
[ Reggie grins into the kiss, not disconnecting from it even as he continues herding Nick backward to the couch, then shoving him down onto it before Reggie climbs on himself.
He moves his kissing to Nick's neck, sucking and nipping him with affection and a bit of clumsy roughness. ]
Hey, I-- [ Back to the lips again, just as rough, before he continues casually: ] I ran into Betty outside. How long's that been going on?
Once just now. [ Reggie tilts his head slightly, then leans in to kiss Nick's neck again. ] I don't mind sloppy seconds.
[ He doesn't think he's jealous of Betty Cooper -- at least not the way he'd been jealous of Kavinsky, because why would he be jealous of a girl? -- but he feels a little relieved by the answer anyway, slightly less competitive, if no less strangely possessive. Maybe it's a little bit about Betty, and a little bit about Veronica too. But Reggie doesn't want to think about that. It can be about him and Nick, too.
Reggie digs his fingers into Nick's hair, his other hand working open shirt buttons as he situates himself over Nick more comfortably, rubbing their hips together. ]
[He kisses him again, and rocks his hips up, because clearly the answer is yes. He rocks his hips up again, and grips him by the hips and drags him a little closer.]
[ Reggie plays along, but easily; it's different, but it's working for him. He kisses Nick harder, nipping at his lower lip and moving his hands down to Nick's belt, once they're finished with his shirt. ]
She doesn't even know she was also screwing mine.
[ Yeah, this is fun. Reggie forgot how hot dirty talk can be. ]
[He's moving forward a little, to give Reggie a little more space, to give Reggie a little more knowledge that he's not in control here. Even from the bottom. But still, Nick won't fuck him right now. He bites this time, when they kiss.]
No, she doesn't.
I didn't think she needed to know.
[These Riverdale kids-
-they're all mortals, and mortals don't know how to share. He doesn't think of Sabrina.]
[ Agreed. Reggie grins into the kiss, inhaling a bit sharply when Nick bites him, but not from displeasure-- quite the opposite. He's rather used to sharing more than he is used to not, but that doesn't mean Reggie prefers it. It's nice, sometimes, to have something or someone of your own.
That's not the case here, exactly, but it also kind of is, given their contract.
Reggie moves back to sucking on Nick's neck, grinding his hips down on him with slow but steady, increasingly rhythmic pressure. ]
[He laughs a little, but he doesn't disagree with it. This is sex; this is not the real world. He tugs a little, to get the pressure where he likes it. His hard-on is going to be uncomfortable in just moments, pressing against the fly of his trousers the way it is.
He laces his fingers in Reggie's curls, tangling them, directing his mouth back for a kiss.]
Yeah. [ Reggie nods into the kiss, breathing harder. ] Say it.
[ He's enjoying this little blend of fantasy and reality, glad that Nick also seems to be, because however much is only fantasy seems less urgent once he can find a way to say it. And he'll take what he can get while he can get it, gladly.
He moves his hands to open his own belt, before putting one back on Nick to open his fly. ]
[He laughs, and and presses his mouth to Reggie's again, and pushes him just a little.]
Get on your knees, you beautiful creature.
[He laughs just a little.]
I want you on your knees. And I want you to know how much I like it.
[He hasn't said it, what Reggie wants him to say. I'm yours, he could say, it could come out of his mouth easily. But Nick is being a little difficult for no reason other than the sake of it.]
[ 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.
[He just undid his zipper with his teeth - that's a nice touch, Reginald - and Nick hisses a breath in. Reggie might not be used to sex with men, but remembers at moments like this that has experience with other kinds of sexual encounters. He looks at Reggie for a moment, and then he raises his hips, so that Reggie can move his jeans down.]
[ Reggie gives Nick's hip bones a couple of slow swipes with his tongue before he leans back, settling onto his knees and the balls of his feet and yanking Nick's pants down with frantic, hungry impatience. He's still not used to this, per se, not used to letting himself want and pursue it, but he's getting used to it with Nick. He's not sure he could ever explain it, but he's not sure he cares, either.
He lifts Nick's legs to hang them over his shoulders, then spits into his hand and pulls Nick's cock out to give it a couple long, indulgent strokes before he simply holds it in place, wrapping his lips around it and pulling it halfway into his mouth. He could use this opportunity to start teasing Nick back, and maybe he will-- but he wants to start strong. Wet and rough and messy. ]
[Watching him is a dream; Reggie has the kind of body that lends itself well to being looked at, and his mouth on Nick's dick is good on it's own. Nick, who is relatively reserved when it comes to making noise during sex, breathes out a soft fuck- and lets himself go.
That's what Reggie wants. Nick figures he wants proof that Nick doesn't give a shit about Betty.
He'll give it to him.]
Reggie, that's good, Hell-
[He tilts his hips just a little, up, to try and get more-]
[ 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.
[His brain is slow on the uptake; he looks at Reggie with his eyes dark and clouded with lust. The look of him on his knees - he gets, suddenly, why the Dark Lord would want it.
But then Reggie is on his lap and Nick's hands go to his hips.]
Say what you want and its yours.
[If Nick has to do something or nothing at all. He spreads his legs a bit, to give Reggie some stability.]
[ 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. ]
[Sweet unholy Hell, but he feels like he's won some kind of award. He doesn't know why Reggie responded like this, but it's something to note, something to be able to manipulate into happening again.
He groans a little, watching Reggie's mouth, moving his fingers just a little in Reggie's mouth before he starts speaking again.]
Yeah?
Then make me happy.
[He relaxes back, tipping his head back to look up at him, like he's a king.]
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It's to help control dreams.
[He has his reasons.]
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Why would you want to? [ He licks the spoon a bit idly. ] You have a lot of nightmares or something?
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[He says that easily, but he looks up at Reggie, and raises his eyebrows a little.]
Well? What does it taste like?
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[ He leans in to kiss him, because-- well, Reggie had kind of been planning to anyway. He wants to do that before mentioning Betty or any of the other adjacent thoughts rattling in his head right now, so they don't seem related. Because... they're not. Definitely not. ]
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[He takes that kiss, okay. Hi. He runs a hand through Reggie's hair.]
Hey.
[And here's a smile.]
I did taste it. It didn't taste spoiled.
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[ He digs a hand into Nick's hair, leaning in to kiss him deeper, then start to try and push him toward the couch. He wants to get those lingering thought of Veronica out of his head, those questions about how loyalty and dating can even work here or across universes because they don't apply to him anyway, because he's single and all he has is whoever's in front of him. Which happens to be Nick. A lot.
So maybe a bit of this is slightly territorial, too. ]
Think you can take a break?
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Oh, this is-
Surprising, absolutely, but not unwanted. Nick kisses him back and lets him push, opening his mouth for Reggie with smooth enthusiasm.]
Yeah, yeah-
[The cauldron will be fine for a while. He tugs him, kisses him hungrily, and kisses him again.
Hello.]
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He moves his kissing to Nick's neck, sucking and nipping him with affection and a bit of clumsy roughness. ]
Hey, I-- [ Back to the lips again, just as rough, before he continues casually: ] I ran into Betty outside. How long's that been going on?
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Wait.
[Is this about Betty? Nick can believe it - Reggie is a jealous creature at best, he can tell - but of all people, little Betty Cooper?]
She wouldn't let me touch her until Jughead disappeared. So. Once.
[Once.]
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[ He doesn't think he's jealous of Betty Cooper -- at least not the way he'd been jealous of Kavinsky, because why would he be jealous of a girl? -- but he feels a little relieved by the answer anyway, slightly less competitive, if no less strangely possessive. Maybe it's a little bit about Betty, and a little bit about Veronica too. But Reggie doesn't want to think about that. It can be about him and Nick, too.
Reggie digs his fingers into Nick's hair, his other hand working open shirt buttons as he situates himself over Nick more comfortably, rubbing their hips together. ]
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[He kisses him again, and rocks his hips up, because clearly the answer is yes. He rocks his hips up again, and grips him by the hips and drags him a little closer.]
Fucking Betty Cooper's sloppy seconds?
[He's being filthy on purpose.]
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[ Reggie plays along, but easily; it's different, but it's working for him. He kisses Nick harder, nipping at his lower lip and moving his hands down to Nick's belt, once they're finished with his shirt. ]
She doesn't even know she was also screwing mine.
[ Yeah, this is fun. Reggie forgot how hot dirty talk can be. ]
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No, she doesn't.
I didn't think she needed to know.
[These Riverdale kids-
-they're all mortals, and mortals don't know how to share. He doesn't think of Sabrina.]
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[ Agreed. Reggie grins into the kiss, inhaling a bit sharply when Nick bites him, but not from displeasure-- quite the opposite. He's rather used to sharing more than he is used to not, but that doesn't mean Reggie prefers it. It's nice, sometimes, to have something or someone of your own.
That's not the case here, exactly, but it also kind of is, given their contract.
Reggie moves back to sucking on Nick's neck, grinding his hips down on him with slow but steady, increasingly rhythmic pressure. ]
I know you're mine, though. That's enough for me.
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[He laughs a little, but he doesn't disagree with it. This is sex; this is not the real world. He tugs a little, to get the pressure where he likes it. His hard-on is going to be uncomfortable in just moments, pressing against the fly of his trousers the way it is.
He laces his fingers in Reggie's curls, tangling them, directing his mouth back for a kiss.]
Yeah.
I guess I kind of am.
[His Dominant, without a doubt.]
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[ He's enjoying this little blend of fantasy and reality, glad that Nick also seems to be, because however much is only fantasy seems less urgent once he can find a way to say it. And he'll take what he can get while he can get it, gladly.
He moves his hands to open his own belt, before putting one back on Nick to open his fly. ]
Tell me how you want it.
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Get on your knees, you beautiful creature.
[He laughs just a little.]
I want you on your knees. And I want you to know how much I like it.
[He hasn't said it, what Reggie wants him to say. I'm yours, he could say, it could come out of his mouth easily. But Nick is being a little difficult for no reason other than the sake of it.]
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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.
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[He just undid his zipper with his teeth - that's a nice touch, Reginald - and Nick hisses a breath in. Reggie might not be used to sex with men, but remembers at moments like this that has experience with other kinds of sexual encounters. He looks at Reggie for a moment, and then he raises his hips, so that Reggie can move his jeans down.]
I'll make sure you know.
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He lifts Nick's legs to hang them over his shoulders, then spits into his hand and pulls Nick's cock out to give it a couple long, indulgent strokes before he simply holds it in place, wrapping his lips around it and pulling it halfway into his mouth. He could use this opportunity to start teasing Nick back, and maybe he will-- but he wants to start strong. Wet and rough and messy. ]
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That's what Reggie wants. Nick figures he wants proof that Nick doesn't give a shit about Betty.
He'll give it to him.]
Reggie, that's good, Hell-
[He tilts his hips just a little, up, to try and get more-]
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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.
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But then Reggie is on his lap and Nick's hands go to his hips.]
Say what you want and its yours.
[If Nick has to do something or nothing at all. He spreads his legs a bit, to give Reggie some stability.]
I'm yours, remember?
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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.
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He groans a little, watching Reggie's mouth, moving his fingers just a little in Reggie's mouth before he starts speaking again.]
Yeah?
Then make me happy.
[He relaxes back, tipping his head back to look up at him, like he's a king.]
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