[ Smirking a little, Reggie rubs his ankle along Nick's neck playfully and flirtatiously. He's reminded of that "game" Nick mentioned and is tempted to ask about it, but not yet. ]
This guy Jackson. I think they went to the same school or something.
[ He'd mentioned Derek turned him, at that, but Reggie promised he wouldn't tell people Jackson was a werewolf, too-- or part werewolf, whatever the fuck. Nick's usually pretty good at figuring that kind of thing out without Reggie's help anyway. ]
He signed one? You mean he found a sub already, or was this about the other one?
[ The job thing he'd made a post about. ]
I told him he should go get a job as a bouncer or something, he's definitely got the attitude for it. Though I dunno what he's bitching about, either, like, what the hell could be so hard about modeling?
[ Reggie would believe it -- Nick hadn't gotten along with Derek at the beginning either, after all -- but he asks anyway, just in case. He knows his boyfriend is quite the warlock slut, after all.
Not that Reggie isn't something of a mortal one.
He nods, then quirks an eyebrow, lifting his shirt to expose his abs. ]
You think he looks like a marble statue? Please. I could model circles around that loser.
[ More of Nick, he means. Jackson isn't exactly Reggie's type, either, although he's also not exactly... not his type. Physically, yes, but a little too mean to properly qualify.
Whereas Nick may be pretty atypical of Reggie's usual type of guy, himself, but he's very close to Reggie's usual type among girls.
Reggie's nose wrinkles a bit, and he lowers his shirt. ]
I think you mean pretty and statuesque?
[ Although he's put on a little bit of weight lately, so maybe his abs aren't quite as sharply defined as they normally would be. ]
[ Reggie nips at Nick's lip, reaching to brush fingers down his cheek. ]
Yeah, you should. [ Indulge him, that is. He kisses Nick back, more of a peck than anything. ] Because I know you do. And--
[ He leans closer, further over the desk, lowering his voice so he can murmur by Nick's ear: ]
You know what I like too, so...
[ Conveniently, Reggie's likes are very compatible with Nick's likes, although Reggie doesn't enjoy being dominated or bossed around by just anyone. But by Nick? Yes. He likes that a lot. ]
As you wish. [ He nods and cocks his head, liking where this is headed already. ] You're the boss.
[ Smirking playfully, Reggie adjusts himself so he can pop his belt open and get his pants down over his hips, swinging his legs over the side of the desk when they're at his knees and he can kick them the rest of the way off. ]
[ He stretches out over the desk, lifting his hips to slide his underwear down too, grabbing them off his ankles and tossing them aside. Reggie wets his lips, leaning on his elbows and looking back over at Nick. ]
[ Reggie notes this with mild curiosity, but assumes Nick is just moving them so they'll be easier to find once they're done rather than scattered haphazardly around the office.
He really should know better by now, but when he loves someone, he defaults to giving them benefit of the doubt.
Tugging his shirt over his head, Reggie makes a show of dropping it to the floor, sitting up so his legs hang off the side of the desk. He swings them a little, wetting his lips. ]
[ That too, Reggie notices, but he's distracted before he can think any further on it. He kisses back warmly, stroking his hand up Nick's neck.
He knows he's beautiful, and though he loves to hear it (and probably always will), he almost never gets to hear that he's interesting, hear such frank awareness and acknowledgments of his feelings-- that's one of the biggest factors to why he loves Nick, really. Everyone thinks he's beautiful, and they also all think that's all there is to him.
Almost all. ]
I do. I really, really love you. [ He parts his legs so Nick can move closer. ] That's why you get all this. As much as you want.
[He reaches down to palm Reggie's dick, to run his hand against him gently, and then more firmly. He's teasing him to hardness, and reaches with his other hand to kiss him on the mouth, licking his mouth open. Anything he wants is a dangerous proposition, considering.
He feels this tangled, difficult burst of emotions, but this, this is easy. Jerking him off, getting him hard is easy.]
[ Maybe that is dangerous, but as usual, Reggie doesn't consider many things too dangerous to promise when it comes to love. When he loves someone and they love him back.
He groans against Nick's mouth, pulling him in for a deeper kiss by the hair as he quickly gets hard underneath Nick's practiced strokes. It barely takes any time at all; Reggie hooks a leg around Nick's hips to keep him close, kissing him again, and again. ]
[He strokes him again, and starts doing it more mercilessly, faster now, licking into his mouth and laughing. They're both pleased, biting his mouth a little, in sweet, gentle nips.
And then he rubs up against him, so that Reggie knows exactly what this is doing to him, too. Nick never thought that he was easily satisfied, easily riled up, but then he learned what it was to touch someone he loved, instead of just treating a person's body like a tool for his own pleasure.
[ 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. ]
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This guy Jackson. I think they went to the same school or something.
[ He'd mentioned Derek turned him, at that, but Reggie promised he wouldn't tell people Jackson was a werewolf, too-- or part werewolf, whatever the fuck. Nick's usually pretty good at figuring that kind of thing out without Reggie's help anyway. ]
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Whittemore.
Pretty, but kind of stupid.
[Which....describes his own boyfriend, but Nick loves Reggie and he has no such inclinations to Jackson, so.]
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That's the guy. You met him? [ Reggie leans more weight on his arm. ] Why's he stupid?
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[They were wrong.]
And he was here a couple of hours ago. He signed a contract without reading it.
[So you know.
Stupid.]
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[ The job thing he'd made a post about. ]
I told him he should go get a job as a bouncer or something, he's definitely got the attitude for it. Though I dunno what he's bitching about, either, like, what the hell could be so hard about modeling?
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[He moves in a little more.]
So that's what someone who looks like a marble statue does.
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[ Reggie would believe it -- Nick hadn't gotten along with Derek at the beginning either, after all -- but he asks anyway, just in case. He knows his boyfriend is quite the warlock slut, after all.
Not that Reggie isn't something of a mortal one.
He nods, then quirks an eyebrow, lifting his shirt to expose his abs. ]
You think he looks like a marble statue? Please. I could model circles around that loser.
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He’s not exactly my type.
[Nick prefers his men submissive, or legitimately confident. Jackson is neither of those things.]
You’re very pretty.
[Now he’s just being mean.]
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[ More of Nick, he means. Jackson isn't exactly Reggie's type, either, although he's also not exactly... not his type. Physically, yes, but a little too mean to properly qualify.
Whereas Nick may be pretty atypical of Reggie's usual type of guy, himself, but he's very close to Reggie's usual type among girls.
Reggie's nose wrinkles a bit, and he lowers his shirt. ]
I think you mean pretty and statuesque?
[ Although he's put on a little bit of weight lately, so maybe his abs aren't quite as sharply defined as they normally would be. ]
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Should I indulge you?
[He leans up and kisses him on the mouth.]
I like guys who I can dominate. Who I can boss around. And who like it when I do.
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Yeah, you should. [ Indulge him, that is. He kisses Nick back, more of a peck than anything. ] Because I know you do. And--
[ He leans closer, further over the desk, lowering his voice so he can murmur by Nick's ear: ]
You know what I like too, so...
[ Conveniently, Reggie's likes are very compatible with Nick's likes, although Reggie doesn't enjoy being dominated or bossed around by just anyone. But by Nick? Yes. He likes that a lot. ]
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[He says it, and he leans back in his chair, like a king watching a faithful servant. He certainly feels that way, right about now.]
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[ Smirking playfully, Reggie adjusts himself so he can pop his belt open and get his pants down over his hips, swinging his legs over the side of the desk when they're at his knees and he can kick them the rest of the way off. ]
Boxers too?
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[Poor Reggie.
Nick will at least make him come once before he goes back to work.]
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Anything else?
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Take it off.
[He goes to pick up the clothes, which should really...worry Reggie more than it's going to.]
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He really should know better by now, but when he loves someone, he defaults to giving them benefit of the doubt.
Tugging his shirt over his head, Reggie makes a show of dropping it to the floor, sitting up so his legs hang off the side of the desk. He swings them a little, wetting his lips. ]
And then what?
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And then he locks it. He pockets the key, and goes to Reggie, and kisses him on the mouth, and eases a hand down his chest, down his abs.]
You're beautiful.
And willing. And interesting. And you love me.
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He knows he's beautiful, and though he loves to hear it (and probably always will), he almost never gets to hear that he's interesting, hear such frank awareness and acknowledgments of his feelings-- that's one of the biggest factors to why he loves Nick, really. Everyone thinks he's beautiful, and they also all think that's all there is to him.
Almost all. ]
I do. I really, really love you. [ He parts his legs so Nick can move closer. ] That's why you get all this. As much as you want.
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[He reaches down to palm Reggie's dick, to run his hand against him gently, and then more firmly. He's teasing him to hardness, and reaches with his other hand to kiss him on the mouth, licking his mouth open. Anything he wants is a dangerous proposition, considering.
He feels this tangled, difficult burst of emotions, but this, this is easy. Jerking him off, getting him hard is easy.]
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[ Maybe that is dangerous, but as usual, Reggie doesn't consider many things too dangerous to promise when it comes to love. When he loves someone and they love him back.
He groans against Nick's mouth, pulling him in for a deeper kiss by the hair as he quickly gets hard underneath Nick's practiced strokes. It barely takes any time at all; Reggie hooks a leg around Nick's hips to keep him close, kissing him again, and again. ]
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And then he rubs up against him, so that Reggie knows exactly what this is doing to him, too. Nick never thought that he was easily satisfied, easily riled up, but then he learned what it was to touch someone he loved, instead of just treating a person's body like a tool for his own pleasure.
Reggie is more.
It hurts.
Reggie is more.]
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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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