[ With Kavinsky it goes beyond jealousy-- Reggie doesn't like him, and he especially doesn't like that Nick still does. Still likes and cares for him an awful lot, too, it seems like.
He relaxes a little, breathing out. It's a vastly hypothetical thing to promise at the moment, but frankly, he isn't convinced that can't ever happen -- he knows people that it or the reverse has happened to, in fact -- or that if it did Kavinsky would not immediately pursue Nick about it, that he might not do so expecting the same things that happened with Reggie and Nick's to happen with them.
Reggie also isn't convinced that or something similar happening wouldn't have to be a dealbreaker for him. And obviously, that's the last thing he wants. ]
Good. Thank g-- [ He holds Nick tighter, face against his shoulder, placated. ] ... You. Thank you.
[ Reggie's fingers curl a little, clutching at the back of Nick's shirt. He exhales slowly. ]
Listen, I wasn't gonna get into it, cuz I don't actually wanna fight about this. Let me be clear. [ But, with a sharper breath: ] But no, I can't even stand thinking about it. When you left to go stay with him, and I...
[ He pauses, then shakes his head. He couldn't think of anything but the two of them together when that happened, and it drove him crazy every night. ]
It's like no matter what the hell he does you still forgive him, and I think he knows it. And I think he's just gonna keep trying to get more out of you that way.
[He considers this; this mortal perception of forgiveness. Maybe it's the problem.]
I'm not forgiving him, Reggie.
[Satan isn't good at forgiveness.]
I'm stacking his sins up. Collecting them for when I need them.
[It's an incredibly callous and calculating way to conduct a friendship. Everyone is like this - even Dorian. Reggie and Sabrina are the ones who get a pass; Reggie and Sabrina have the grace of love.]
[ Reggie's quiet, idly chewing at his cheek as he considers Nick's answer. It does help a little to hear, files down a few of the sharp edges of what's been bothering him somewhat, but he realizes there is something else he should say to try and finally remove that thorn from his paw entirely. ]
When I was locked in the trunk I could hear some of what you guys were talking about. You do know that, right?
[ Not everything and not in detail, but enough that he's been able to retroactively fill in some contextual blanks with what he now knows about Kavinsky's contract, and enough to give him... an impression about their relationship. At the time he had dismissed most of it, but since then, for a number of reasons, he has felt less and less like the priority in that situation at all.
He breathes out. It shouldn't matter anymore, he knows, but it's only gotten harder rather than easier. ]
[ Also stated simply, because Reggie doesn't know how else to answer. At any rate, he's tired of being angry over it; he needs to find a way to move on. ]
I'll let it go.
[ He strokes his fingers through Nick's hair again, kissing the top of his head, then his forehead, then tipping his chin up to kiss his mouth. He doesn't want to fight, and it's not a fight, even if they're both getting frustrated. Talks like this make him want to reestablish a sense of intimacy. ]
And depending on who you're dealin' with, both those things can also be pretty dangerous, too. I just hope you know what you're doing. [ He exhales slowly. ] But look, I trust you. I do.
[ He kisses him again, then again, a bit harder. ]
[ This would all be a lot simpler if he knew. A lot of these feelings have never been applicable to Reggie's life before, and he already knows he doesn't have to tell Nick not to break his promise. ]
But just talk to me and I'll listen. Okay? I'm here for you, I promise.
[ He pauses, trying to figure out how to transition from that thought toward the answer to Nick's question Reggie does know, but he gives up after a few moments. It's impossible. ]
[He takes Reggie's hand, and he kisses his wrist, and then tugs him into the bedroom they've been staying in while they've been here. He reaches for him, and kisses him on the mouth, bringing him down to kiss him.
He begins slowly, by unbuttoning Reggie's shirt, his palms flat on Reggie's abs, his fingers spreading wide.
He still can't always figure out how he ended up with someone so beautiful. Dorian is gorgeous, but Dorian is cruel, cold. Reggie burns in the other way. He burns in a mortal way, and Nick can't get enough of him.
[ It never fails. Sex may not be foolproof -- far from it, at times -- but it's still the most consistent way Reggie knows how to demonstrate intimacy past kissing, to feel deeply close and connected to the point everything else falls away.
They have each other, and that's the most important thing. It isn't that the rest doesn't matter, but this is more important; they have each other, love each other, they're together, bonded in a way that belongs to just the two of them. It isn't always easy, but love never is.
Reggie follows, kissing Nick back eagerly. He doesn't take it for granted, either, being loved by someone this incredible. Someone as beautiful, mysterious, charismatic, mesmerizing, and addictive as Nick, cold like marble and warm like Hell. ]
Hey.
[ He leans down, climbing on the bed as he kisses Nick harder, feeling for his belt. ]
[He tugs him by the belt loops, and then he moves to tug his own shirt off, and leans in to kiss him again.]
Do you want me to blow you?
[The way he's talking, it's clear for this moment that Nick is asking for real, that none of this is going to be a power game. He wants to know, because he's willing to do anything right now. If Reggie wants a blowjob, he'll give him one - if Reggie wants to give one, he'll indulge that too.
This is the kind of sex that Nick doesn't have much anymore. The closest to vanilla sex that he's done in a while.]
[ But he nods, because Reggie has never turned down a blowjob in his life, and it doesn't matter to him what exactly they do. He doesn't need it to be vanilla, or slow, or even necessarily tender, he just needs Nick. ]
I want you to do whatever you wanna do to me. [ He slides his fingers through Nick's hair, digging them in and pulling slightly. ] I just want you.
[He leans forward to kiss him on the jaw, and then the throat, and he moves back to start stripping Reggie, piece by piece, until finally Reggie is naked, and Nick is running his hands over him, over his body, nudging him to the bed, to sit down at the edge so that Nick can get on his knees in front of him.
He has those dark, dangerous eyes, that smile that suggests he's going to be trouble, and it's so good.
He presses a kiss to Reggie's knee, and then his inner thigh, as he runs his hand over Reggie's cock to get him nice and hard. He sucks a bruise up from the skin, right on Reggie's inner thigh, his cheek against Reggie's balls.]
[ Reggie sits back without complaint, opening his legs obediently to let Nick between them. His fingers stay buried in Nick's dark curls, tugging at them in encouragement. ]
Come on...
[ He grins, wetting his lips and then biting at the lower one so it flushes deep red from the swell of blood his teeth attract, before a groan is forced out of him by Nick's wandering mouth. One leg hooks around Nick's shoulder, toes curling a bit, and Reggie's lips part again in a louder moan. He's hard within moments, having been about halfway there ever since his pants came off. ]
[He nearly groans just at that. The fact is that he loves to give Reggie blowjobs; he loves to feel the weight of his cock in his mouth and hear the noises that Reggie inevitably makes, desperate and whining. He reaches for Reggie's hand in his curls, and his fingers tangle there.
He swallows him down, then, without any warning, without any warm up. It is so sudden that it actually almost hurts, even though Nick is the one who is controlling it. He rises up on his knees a bit, to give himself a little more room to move, a little more to suck him down.]
[ Gasping, muscles tight and nerve endings alight, Reggie's fingers dig more tightly into Nick's hair, his other hand curling over Nick's to hold him at the wrist. He bucks forward, leaning over Nick and groaning almost as if pained, the harder and more abruptly Nick takes him into his mouth. ]
Nick-- Nick...
[ Reggie pants, whining impatiently and greedily, already significantly worked up. Not that it ever takes him long, but Nick especially has a knack for unraveling Reggie quickly. He bucks his hips forward again, more sharply and frantic. ]
[One hand goes to Reggie's hip, the other finds the back of his calf, and then Nick looks Reggie in the eye, his mouth stretched wide, and he gives him a little nod, pulling off Reggie's cock.
It's only for a single moment.]
Fuck my mouth, Reg.
[He says it with conviction - he means it. He bobs down on his dick one more time, and then keeps his mouth right at the head of his cock, and the hand that's on his hip he legs go to find Reggie's hand.]
[ Reggie blinks down at Nick dazedly, but he doesn't wait to be told twice. His fingers dig into Nick's hair tightly, pulling his head forward. ]
Okay, if you think you can handle me. [ He strokes Nick's neck softly. ] Open up, sweetheart.
[ His tone is a little playful, thumb stroking over Nick's lip now, but then he yanks him forward by the hair again as he rocks his hips sharply forward, thrusting his cock between Nick's lips past the halfway point. Reggie doesn't want to hurt Nick, but he also aims to please, and finding a balance between the two is what he's focused on. ]
[His eyes flutter shut, so he can concentrate on this; on the feeling of Reggie's dick, on the thickness of it, on the way it sits heavy on his tongue. On the way that he feels every single fucking motion of Reggie's hips, the way he has to keep himself from doing anything but letting this happen.
It's glorious; too hot to be believed, and he reaches down to jerk himself off at the same time. Reggie taking that measure of control helps him, it makes him able to focus on his own cock for the moment, and he begins to moan around Reggie.
[ Reggie loves it too, each groan sending vibrations up his cock that only gets him harder, only encourages him to pick up his pace slightly.
He can frequently be assertive during sex, but rarely is he forceful, which is why he can't let himself get truly lost in sensation, but it's fine-- at his size he's already used to having to exercise control in the bedroom (since more often than not his partners are significantly smaller than him), enough that he can usually find and fall into a rhythm without disrupting their momentum.
Curling his wrist down to yank Nick forward again, Reggie can't help the groans escaping from him now as well. His whole body is hot, energy spiking at his temples as he thrusts his hips hard, buries himself deep down Nick's throat -- rocks back, repeats the motion -- all while mentally trying to keep track of when Nick might need to breathe. ]
That's it, babe. You're doing so-- nnh-- so good... [ Reggie lets go of Nick's hair for a moment to stroke his cheek, before that hand slide around to dig in at the back of his head. ] Fuck. I swear-- n-no one takes it better than you do.
[He keeps his mouth open, relaxed, and he's getting too worked up now; he's practically drooling for it. He whimpers a little over his cock, stroking his own in time with Reggie's thrusts.
He looks up at Reggie, then, his eyes dark and his mouth stretched wide. He rocks his hips, and he relaxes, eases, doesn't fight Reggie's grip, doesn't do anything but groan around his dick and take it, sloppy and hot.]
[ Looking at Nick like this makes Reggie groan again, loud and indecent, trembling with sensation and desire. The way Nick's looking at him right now is nearly making him lose his mind, but he holds out, not remotely ready to finish yet.
And thank god they both love dirty talk; that'll help him last longer. ]
You like that, huh? And you call me the slut. [ He breathes in slowly, bucking his hips in a couple quick thrusts. ] Fuck-- you look so damn hot like this, Nick. And like, you always look hot, but right now you're--
[ He exhales sharply, practically gasping: ]
Unreal. [ He pants, thrusting again, hard, fast. Still careful, if not precisely gentle. ] How much can you take, babe?
[ Possibly a rhetorical question though, considering. ]
[A lot more, he thinks, than Reggie would risk giving, but he sucks him off and then just takes him, because Reggie is right. He's a slut. He's a warlock slut, filthy and desperate, and he likes this. He doesn't have this happen often; almost no one is willing to do this to him. He's been too dominant with his male partners, and they don't know how to take control.
But of course Reggie does.
He moans again, still stroking himself, his eyes closing again as he just focuses on the feelings; Reggie's dick, his own hand, the pain and the pleasure mixing and blending and turning into something better than good.]
[ By default Reggie has trained himself to be adaptable, versatile, and obviously that serves him very well sexually. Despite his aggressive posturing he inherently leans more follower than leader, because his particular style of leadership is similarly aggressive, so much so it can never sustain itself past the short-term; he burns bright and powerful and volatile, then self-destructs-- or simply burns out.
But it's fine like that, for now. What he might lack in ambition he makes up for in determination, so whenever he does take charge, he's committed while it lasts. ]
You're so-- [ He growls, low in his throat between panting. ] Beautiful, and... perfect, and you're mine. Do you hear me?
[ Reggie pulls Nick's hair a bit, thrusting into him harder and deeper. ]
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He relaxes a little, breathing out. It's a vastly hypothetical thing to promise at the moment, but frankly, he isn't convinced that can't ever happen -- he knows people that it or the reverse has happened to, in fact -- or that if it did Kavinsky would not immediately pursue Nick about it, that he might not do so expecting the same things that happened with Reggie and Nick's to happen with them.
Reggie also isn't convinced that or something similar happening wouldn't have to be a dealbreaker for him. And obviously, that's the last thing he wants. ]
Good. Thank g-- [ He holds Nick tighter, face against his shoulder, placated. ] ... You. Thank you.
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You really hate him.
[He says it carefully, as if there was ever a doubt.]
It isn't just because he put you in the trunk of a car.
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Listen, I wasn't gonna get into it, cuz I don't actually wanna fight about this. Let me be clear. [ But, with a sharper breath: ] But no, I can't even stand thinking about it. When you left to go stay with him, and I...
[ He pauses, then shakes his head. He couldn't think of anything but the two of them together when that happened, and it drove him crazy every night. ]
It's like no matter what the hell he does you still forgive him, and I think he knows it. And I think he's just gonna keep trying to get more out of you that way.
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I'm not forgiving him, Reggie.
[Satan isn't good at forgiveness.]
I'm stacking his sins up. Collecting them for when I need them.
[It's an incredibly callous and calculating way to conduct a friendship. Everyone is like this - even Dorian. Reggie and Sabrina are the ones who get a pass; Reggie and Sabrina have the grace of love.]
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When I was locked in the trunk I could hear some of what you guys were talking about. You do know that, right?
[ Not everything and not in detail, but enough that he's been able to retroactively fill in some contextual blanks with what he now knows about Kavinsky's contract, and enough to give him... an impression about their relationship. At the time he had dismissed most of it, but since then, for a number of reasons, he has felt less and less like the priority in that situation at all.
He breathes out. It shouldn't matter anymore, he knows, but it's only gotten harder rather than easier. ]
Need them for what?
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[He says it simply.]
I don't love him. At the end of the day, that's all that matters. Do you get that?
[He shakes his head.]
I don't know yet. Sins are valuable things. They're like secrets.
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[ Also stated simply, because Reggie doesn't know how else to answer. At any rate, he's tired of being angry over it; he needs to find a way to move on. ]
I'll let it go.
[ He strokes his fingers through Nick's hair again, kissing the top of his head, then his forehead, then tipping his chin up to kiss his mouth. He doesn't want to fight, and it's not a fight, even if they're both getting frustrated. Talks like this make him want to reestablish a sense of intimacy. ]
And depending on who you're dealin' with, both those things can also be pretty dangerous, too. I just hope you know what you're doing. [ He exhales slowly. ] But look, I trust you. I do.
[ He kisses him again, then again, a bit harder. ]
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What would really make you feel more secure?
[There has to be something.]
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[ This would all be a lot simpler if he knew. A lot of these feelings have never been applicable to Reggie's life before, and he already knows he doesn't have to tell Nick not to break his promise. ]
But just talk to me and I'll listen. Okay? I'm here for you, I promise.
[ He pauses, trying to figure out how to transition from that thought toward the answer to Nick's question Reggie does know, but he gives up after a few moments. It's impossible. ]
Can... we have sex?
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He begins slowly, by unbuttoning Reggie's shirt, his palms flat on Reggie's abs, his fingers spreading wide.
He still can't always figure out how he ended up with someone so beautiful. Dorian is gorgeous, but Dorian is cruel, cold. Reggie burns in the other way. He burns in a mortal way, and Nick can't get enough of him.
He reaches to kiss him again, and again.]
Hey.
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They have each other, and that's the most important thing. It isn't that the rest doesn't matter, but this is more important; they have each other, love each other, they're together, bonded in a way that belongs to just the two of them. It isn't always easy, but love never is.
Reggie follows, kissing Nick back eagerly. He doesn't take it for granted, either, being loved by someone this incredible. Someone as beautiful, mysterious, charismatic, mesmerizing, and addictive as Nick, cold like marble and warm like Hell. ]
Hey.
[ He leans down, climbing on the bed as he kisses Nick harder, feeling for his belt. ]
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Do you want me to blow you?
[The way he's talking, it's clear for this moment that Nick is asking for real, that none of this is going to be a power game. He wants to know, because he's willing to do anything right now. If Reggie wants a blowjob, he'll give him one - if Reggie wants to give one, he'll indulge that too.
This is the kind of sex that Nick doesn't have much anymore. The closest to vanilla sex that he's done in a while.]
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[ But he nods, because Reggie has never turned down a blowjob in his life, and it doesn't matter to him what exactly they do. He doesn't need it to be vanilla, or slow, or even necessarily tender, he just needs Nick. ]
I want you to do whatever you wanna do to me. [ He slides his fingers through Nick's hair, digging them in and pulling slightly. ] I just want you.
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He has those dark, dangerous eyes, that smile that suggests he's going to be trouble, and it's so good.
He presses a kiss to Reggie's knee, and then his inner thigh, as he runs his hand over Reggie's cock to get him nice and hard. He sucks a bruise up from the skin, right on Reggie's inner thigh, his cheek against Reggie's balls.]
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Come on...
[ He grins, wetting his lips and then biting at the lower one so it flushes deep red from the swell of blood his teeth attract, before a groan is forced out of him by Nick's wandering mouth. One leg hooks around Nick's shoulder, toes curling a bit, and Reggie's lips part again in a louder moan. He's hard within moments, having been about halfway there ever since his pants came off. ]
Nick, please--
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He swallows him down, then, without any warning, without any warm up. It is so sudden that it actually almost hurts, even though Nick is the one who is controlling it. He rises up on his knees a bit, to give himself a little more room to move, a little more to suck him down.]
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Nick-- Nick...
[ Reggie pants, whining impatiently and greedily, already significantly worked up. Not that it ever takes him long, but Nick especially has a knack for unraveling Reggie quickly. He bucks his hips forward again, more sharply and frantic. ]
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It's only for a single moment.]
Fuck my mouth, Reg.
[He says it with conviction - he means it. He bobs down on his dick one more time, and then keeps his mouth right at the head of his cock, and the hand that's on his hip he legs go to find Reggie's hand.]
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Okay, if you think you can handle me. [ He strokes Nick's neck softly. ] Open up, sweetheart.
[ His tone is a little playful, thumb stroking over Nick's lip now, but then he yanks him forward by the hair again as he rocks his hips sharply forward, thrusting his cock between Nick's lips past the halfway point. Reggie doesn't want to hurt Nick, but he also aims to please, and finding a balance between the two is what he's focused on. ]
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It's glorious; too hot to be believed, and he reaches down to jerk himself off at the same time. Reggie taking that measure of control helps him, it makes him able to focus on his own cock for the moment, and he begins to moan around Reggie.
He's shameless and he loves it.]
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He can frequently be assertive during sex, but rarely is he forceful, which is why he can't let himself get truly lost in sensation, but it's fine-- at his size he's already used to having to exercise control in the bedroom (since more often than not his partners are significantly smaller than him), enough that he can usually find and fall into a rhythm without disrupting their momentum.
Curling his wrist down to yank Nick forward again, Reggie can't help the groans escaping from him now as well. His whole body is hot, energy spiking at his temples as he thrusts his hips hard, buries himself deep down Nick's throat -- rocks back, repeats the motion -- all while mentally trying to keep track of when Nick might need to breathe. ]
That's it, babe. You're doing so-- nnh-- so good... [ Reggie lets go of Nick's hair for a moment to stroke his cheek, before that hand slide around to dig in at the back of his head. ] Fuck. I swear-- n-no one takes it better than you do.
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He looks up at Reggie, then, his eyes dark and his mouth stretched wide. He rocks his hips, and he relaxes, eases, doesn't fight Reggie's grip, doesn't do anything but groan around his dick and take it, sloppy and hot.]
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And thank god they both love dirty talk; that'll help him last longer. ]
You like that, huh? And you call me the slut. [ He breathes in slowly, bucking his hips in a couple quick thrusts. ] Fuck-- you look so damn hot like this, Nick. And like, you always look hot, but right now you're--
[ He exhales sharply, practically gasping: ]
Unreal. [ He pants, thrusting again, hard, fast. Still careful, if not precisely gentle. ] How much can you take, babe?
[ Possibly a rhetorical question though, considering. ]
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But of course Reggie does.
He moans again, still stroking himself, his eyes closing again as he just focuses on the feelings; Reggie's dick, his own hand, the pain and the pleasure mixing and blending and turning into something better than good.]
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But it's fine like that, for now. What he might lack in ambition he makes up for in determination, so whenever he does take charge, he's committed while it lasts. ]
You're so-- [ He growls, low in his throat between panting. ] Beautiful, and... perfect, and you're mine. Do you hear me?
[ Reggie pulls Nick's hair a bit, thrusting into him harder and deeper. ]
No matter how much of a slut you are.
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