[ 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. ]
[He whispers it as he keeps stroking Reggie, as he keeps kissing him, over and over, biting at his mouth a little. But everything is relatively gentle, even as he presses up against him, grinds up against him.
The plan is that Nick wants to wait, wait until he's gotten Reggie off, wait until Reggie's been naked for a while, lazing around the room. He wants to wait and see how it goes, before he lets Reggie touch him.]
[ Reggie nods eagerly, groaning against Nick's mouth as he continues kissing him desperately. Unsurprisingly, the words "You're perfect," make him open right up, legs spreading wider, wrapping around Nick's hips invitingly. ]
If I'm so perfect-- [ He bites at Nick's lip. ] Why won't you just fuck me already?
[ He's aroused and he's naked, which means he's also very, very impatient in his desire for more. Reggie whines against Nick's mouth, trying to grope for his belt to open it. ]
[He watches Reggie act like a slut, open his legs like one, and he loves it, he runs a hand down Reggie's cock and kisses him again. He is most definitely not going to fuck him.
Not yet.
He leans down and licks a long stripe up his dick, and teases his tongue against the head of his cock for a moment.]
[ Panting slowly, trying to control his breath, Reggie palms his sweat-damp bangs from his forehead and watches Nick lean over to lick his cock. He just stares as if he's in a trance, then shakes his head.
Then, blinking, he shakes his head again. Maybe he can wait a little longer. ]
No-- [ He exhales, grinning a little in anticipation. ] Go right ahead.
[He takes Reggie's dick in his mouth, sucking on it gently, knowing it's not quite enough pressure to get him off, but knowing that Reggie likes it, knowing that Reggie wants it. His fingers stroke up the side of his thigh, up his hips, up to his waist, and one of his thumbs presses down against his hipbone.
His other hand helps him keep Reggie's dick in his mouth, as he licks and sucks, alternating the attention he's giving him.
He takes his time; it's a methodical sort of blowjob, merciless. He wants Reggie to lose it. He hopes Reggie will lose it.]
[ As always, Reggie is immediately responsive, leaning back on his arms and breathing hard, breathing fast, once Nick takes him into his mouth. He groans, whines, digging a hand into Nick's hair in the hopes to encourage him along-- pace-wise, and otherwise. ]
C'mon, faster--
[ He knows Nick won't listen to him, because whenever Nick goes slow it's always on purpose, but Reggie can't help himself anyway; he always babbles, groans, whines, seems to need to make noise almost as much as he needs to breathe.
Reggie moves closer to the edge of the desk, rocking his hips forward. ]
[He sucks him down, his tongue tracing down the vein on the underside of his dick, licking up, desperately and needy, and one hand massages Reggie's thigh, his other hand still twisting a little at the base of his dick.
He looks up at Reggie with his dark eyes, only darker now, considering the pupils are wide and black. There's a smile stretched there, too, like he knows exactly what he's doing.
[ The way Nick is licking him, stroking him, Reggie doesn't see himself lasting too much longer. It's slow and deliberate but intense, Reggie rolling his hips forward again and again, gasping eagerly. ]
Nick--
[ He digs his fingers harder into Nick's hair, pulling him closer, trying to all but drag him onto his cock almost. He needs more, more, he already feels so tense and close. ]
[He pushes his mouth against Reggie a little more, and then he moves his other hand and slams his hips down, firmly, so he's controlling this again.
He sucks him down, faster now, insistent now, and he forces it now. He loves this. He loves this and he wants more. He moves his mouth faster, licking at his head, and then just under the head of his dick.
He's getting desperate; Reggie is. Nick is still collected, even though he's hard too. He's planning on taking care of that himself, even though he knows that Reggie will force the issue. Reggie loves nothing more than seeing Nick come apart, and Nick knows it.]
[ Reggie allows Nick to exert control, as usual, although he doesn't let go of his hair, still trying to at least hang on to the illusion that he's an active, assertive participant in this rather than utterly at Nick's mercy.
But ultimately he's always at Nick's mercy in the end, and ultimately, he doesn't really mind that.
His legs shake and reflexively kick open a little wider, thighs trembling the closer to climax he becomes. One hand lets go of Nick's hair to grip the edge of the desk, bracing himself, because moments later Reggie's orgasm is sharp and abrupt, hips snapping with an almost painful force. ]
[ The words don't really register for a few seconds, Reggie too blissed out in his pre-climax afterglow to hear much of anything besides the ringing in his ears. He blinks, sitting up a little on his elbows and letting his feet touch the ground again. ]
What? No, you--
[ Reggie looks down at Nick's erection, then up to his eyes again, almost incredulously. ]
Fine, give me my clothes back and I'll come back later.
[ Nick says no, which is unexpected, and Reggie is somewhat at a loss for a moment. No? So Nick wants him to just stay here and wait around completely naked?
He exhales slowly, moving off the desk but still leaning back against it, his eyebrow raised skeptically. ]
What choice do I even have?
[ Reggie may not be smart, but he can be stubborn and determined, which sometimes amounts to surprising resourcefulness. He watches Nick reach for a book, and gets down on his knees to climb under the desk and pull at Nick's belt. ]
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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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You're perfect.
[He whispers it as he keeps stroking Reggie, as he keeps kissing him, over and over, biting at his mouth a little. But everything is relatively gentle, even as he presses up against him, grinds up against him.
The plan is that Nick wants to wait, wait until he's gotten Reggie off, wait until Reggie's been naked for a while, lazing around the room. He wants to wait and see how it goes, before he lets Reggie touch him.]
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If I'm so perfect-- [ He bites at Nick's lip. ] Why won't you just fuck me already?
[ He's aroused and he's naked, which means he's also very, very impatient in his desire for more. Reggie whines against Nick's mouth, trying to grope for his belt to open it. ]
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Not yet.
He leans down and licks a long stripe up his dick, and teases his tongue against the head of his cock for a moment.]
Are you going to complain?
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Then, blinking, he shakes his head again. Maybe he can wait a little longer. ]
No-- [ He exhales, grinning a little in anticipation. ] Go right ahead.
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His other hand helps him keep Reggie's dick in his mouth, as he licks and sucks, alternating the attention he's giving him.
He takes his time; it's a methodical sort of blowjob, merciless. He wants Reggie to lose it. He hopes Reggie will lose it.]
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C'mon, faster--
[ He knows Nick won't listen to him, because whenever Nick goes slow it's always on purpose, but Reggie can't help himself anyway; he always babbles, groans, whines, seems to need to make noise almost as much as he needs to breathe.
Reggie moves closer to the edge of the desk, rocking his hips forward. ]
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He looks up at Reggie with his dark eyes, only darker now, considering the pupils are wide and black. There's a smile stretched there, too, like he knows exactly what he's doing.
And he does.]
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Nick--
[ He digs his fingers harder into Nick's hair, pulling him closer, trying to all but drag him onto his cock almost. He needs more, more, he already feels so tense and close. ]
Fuck, that's-- more, please.
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He sucks him down, faster now, insistent now, and he forces it now. He loves this. He loves this and he wants more. He moves his mouth faster, licking at his head, and then just under the head of his dick.
He's getting desperate; Reggie is. Nick is still collected, even though he's hard too. He's planning on taking care of that himself, even though he knows that Reggie will force the issue. Reggie loves nothing more than seeing Nick come apart, and Nick knows it.]
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But ultimately he's always at Nick's mercy in the end, and ultimately, he doesn't really mind that.
His legs shake and reflexively kick open a little wider, thighs trembling the closer to climax he becomes. One hand lets go of Nick's hair to grip the edge of the desk, bracing himself, because moments later Reggie's orgasm is sharp and abrupt, hips snapping with an almost painful force. ]
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[He says it as he gets up, wiping his mouth a little, licking his upper lip. He's no slouch - he swallowed, and he's grinning.]
Now, I have some paperwork.
[He looks unbearably smug.]
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[ The words don't really register for a few seconds, Reggie too blissed out in his pre-climax afterglow to hear much of anything besides the ringing in his ears. He blinks, sitting up a little on his elbows and letting his feet touch the ground again. ]
What? No, you--
[ Reggie looks down at Nick's erection, then up to his eyes again, almost incredulously. ]
Fine, give me my clothes back and I'll come back later.
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[He says it casually, and he finds a way to sit at his desk, and reaches for a book, and his papers.]
But you should stay here, with me.
[If Reggie were smart he would start trying to be as distracting as possible. Nick is relying on the fact that Reggie is not that smart.]
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He exhales slowly, moving off the desk but still leaning back against it, his eyebrow raised skeptically. ]
What choice do I even have?
[ Reggie may not be smart, but he can be stubborn and determined, which sometimes amounts to surprising resourcefulness. He watches Nick reach for a book, and gets down on his knees to climb under the desk and pull at Nick's belt. ]
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You can put your head on my lap.
I like you naked.
[He's smug and an asshole and he really wants to open his pants and let Reggie go for it. He may be a warlock, but he's absolutely a slut.]
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