[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. ]
[He looks up, and he lets Reggie keep going, he swallows convulsively, and because he's an asshole, he scratches his teeth just a little, just to give Reggie something a little different than before. He feels like his skin is on fire, he's so hot, he's so desperate. He moves just a little, so his legs are straddling Reggie's leg, and he rocks his body a little.
He should be humiliated; he's basically humping Reggie's calf. But he doesn't care, he just groans around Reggie's cock and doesn't give a shit that he's desperate.]
[ Reggie gasps sharply, groaning and whining as he rapidly loses control of his senses. He wants to keep teasing and encouraging Nick, call him filthy and greedy and his, just his, but it's harder to form words now-- hard to even form thoughts.
He's close; Reggie doesn't want to come yet but he's not going to be able to hold it back at this rate, either. He digs his fingers harder into Nick's hair and yanks him close to fuck his throat, panting and trying to keep up the friction of Nick's body grinding on his leg. ]
You-- y-- huh... [ He pants harder, voice hoarse. ] Uh-- d-dirty little bitch.
[ But he comes before he can even finish his sentence, hips snapping harshly. ]
[He groans when Reggie speaks, and he swallows when Reggie comes, licking the head of his dick when he eases off. He crawls up into Reggie's lap, and takes one of Reggie's hands to put it on his cock, his hand coming up to Reggie's hair.
He presses their foreheads together.]
Make me come.
[He pants it against Reggie's jaw, against his ear.]
[ Glassy-eyed and in a dazed post-orgasm bliss, Reggie grins at Nick and steals a sloppy kiss from him. ]
Did I say you could talk yet?
[ But it's playful enough. He kisses Nick again, harder, cupping his ass and then pulling him up by it so that his cock is level with Reggie's face. He takes it sloppily into his mouth, lips engulfing the length tightly and greedily. ]
[He groans and kisses him back, wet and long, and he moves obligingly, kneeling up so that this is easier, and he tangles his hands in Reggie's thick curls.
He curves over Reggie, then, and moans, trying not to buck, trying to keep his hips still and easy. It's harder than it looks, his whole body trembling a little, his body shivering just a little, his pants tangled around his knees.]
Oh, Hell, you have a pretty mouth, Reggie-
[He didn't expect to be so wound up, but here he is.]
[ It's also harder than it looks to keep Nick held up like this, but Reggie is managing so far, gripping his ass and hips tightly as Nick anchors himself by Reggie's hair.
He moans around Nick's cock, taking as much of it into his mouth as will fit -- so, all of it -- and sucking it down hard, mercilessly lathering it on all sides with his tongue and tightening his lips for suction. ]
[He gasps, desperate, and he rocks into his mouth, finally. He doesn't have any more resistance, and he's too turned on to hold back. He gave his boyfriend a blowjob, and he was already fucking his own hand, and now-
-and now he just thinks how wet, how warm, how much Reggie wants this, how much Reggie likes it, and he comes with a gasp, his hips finally going.
He curses a blue streak, but then settles down in Reggie's lap, and kisses him.]
[ Reggie swallows, coughing a little as he wipes off his mouth and kisses Nick back, smiling against his lips. ]
Why wouldn't I want it?
[ He does feel a little better, though-- not as disconnected and weird as he'd felt before, as he tends to feel when things are tense between them, even when it's mostly one-sided jealousy or frustration or unease on his part. ]
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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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He should be humiliated; he's basically humping Reggie's calf. But he doesn't care, he just groans around Reggie's cock and doesn't give a shit that he's desperate.]
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[ Reggie gasps sharply, groaning and whining as he rapidly loses control of his senses. He wants to keep teasing and encouraging Nick, call him filthy and greedy and his, just his, but it's harder to form words now-- hard to even form thoughts.
He's close; Reggie doesn't want to come yet but he's not going to be able to hold it back at this rate, either. He digs his fingers harder into Nick's hair and yanks him close to fuck his throat, panting and trying to keep up the friction of Nick's body grinding on his leg. ]
You-- y-- huh... [ He pants harder, voice hoarse. ] Uh-- d-dirty little bitch.
[ But he comes before he can even finish his sentence, hips snapping harshly. ]
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He presses their foreheads together.]
Make me come.
[He pants it against Reggie's jaw, against his ear.]
Please.
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Did I say you could talk yet?
[ But it's playful enough. He kisses Nick again, harder, cupping his ass and then pulling him up by it so that his cock is level with Reggie's face. He takes it sloppily into his mouth, lips engulfing the length tightly and greedily. ]
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He curves over Reggie, then, and moans, trying not to buck, trying to keep his hips still and easy. It's harder than it looks, his whole body trembling a little, his body shivering just a little, his pants tangled around his knees.]
Oh, Hell, you have a pretty mouth, Reggie-
[He didn't expect to be so wound up, but here he is.]
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He moans around Nick's cock, taking as much of it into his mouth as will fit -- so, all of it -- and sucking it down hard, mercilessly lathering it on all sides with his tongue and tightening his lips for suction. ]
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-and now he just thinks how wet, how warm, how much Reggie wants this, how much Reggie likes it, and he comes with a gasp, his hips finally going.
He curses a blue streak, but then settles down in Reggie's lap, and kisses him.]
Is that what you wanted?
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Why wouldn't I want it?
[ He does feel a little better, though-- not as disconnected and weird as he'd felt before, as he tends to feel when things are tense between them, even when it's mostly one-sided jealousy or frustration or unease on his part. ]
What about you?
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[He says it with a laugh, and he kisses him again.]
Hey.
[He kisses him a third time.]
That's what I always want.