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.]
[ Reggie smirks, both pleased by and up to the challenge; making someone happy with his body, if in that way only, is a skill he's fairly confident in. Granted, not necessarily in this way, but Reggie's an adaptive learner. If he wants it to be good, he'll make sure he figures it out. ]
Promise.
[ He slips Nick's fingers from his mouth and kisses his wrist before letting the hand go, wetting his own fingers instead now with wet, messy haste and moving them behind himself. Reggie would rather rush this part, but he doesn't-- he can't, really, because when it's his fingers his body just tries to reflexively clench against the touch. He groans, bites his lip, moves his legs further apart to put more weight on his knees as he struggles to prepare himself. ]
Just a sec--
[ He huffs out breath, heavy and heated, then sits back to ease himself onto Nick's cock, tossing his head to get the hair from his face. ]
[He huffs it, and leans back a little more, and tugs Reggie just a little, just to help. Reggie said he didn't have to do anything, but Nick doesn't live the pillow queen life. He reaches both his hands up to Reggie's face.]
Satan help me. You're so beautiful.
[A mortal with a face like a fallen angel, Nick thinks, his curls thick against Nick's fingers. This is what the Dark Lord must have looked like, thousands of years ago.]
[ Reggie accepts the help, situating more weight on his knees and gripping Nick's leg to brace himself further. The positioning is a little awkward, especially with their height difference, but probably because it's new. Reggie likes being able to look down and see Nick, feel him.
He leans into the touch, tempted to take Nick's fingers back into his mouth, but for now he doesn't. One thing at a time. Reggie's prone to impatience, but he takes it slow lowering himself until he's about halfway on and momentum makes things easier. ]
So're you. And-- nnh. Hot. [ He nearly says "god," but stops himself, changing it just to: ] Damn, you're hot.
[His hands come down to Reggie's hips, and he's supposed to let this happen without fuss, he's supposed to let this just go, but he can't now, this is too good, he wants too much.
He snarls a little and thrusts up into Reggie, and immediately groans. His entire vocabulary seems to be reduced now, to Fuck and Hell and Reggie, which makes this so much better with the noises that Reggie himself is making.
There aren't a lot of people in Nick's life that he would classify as his, but he's starting to feel for this mortal boy.]
[ The sensation is sharp, and sudden, and fucking good, somehow completely different in this position than any of the others they've done up to now. Reggie tries to bite his lip against it but a groan escapes him anyway-- one and then many, some short and some drawn out, all of them increasingly loud.
And it's better, of course, with Nick participating. Reggie tends to prefer that, even, but he's used to partners just wanting to get lost in their own sensations while he does the work. Which is fine, too. But he's left wanting much less when there's reciprocation; not wanting physically, but...
It's this kind of intimacy that gets addicting.
Reggie clenches his ass, tightening his grip on Nick's leg as he pushes down against Nick's thrusting, slapping their bodies together with increasingly heated vigor. ]
More. [ He pants, swallowing hard. ] Tell me you're mine again.
[He whispers it, even though it's his dick inside of Reggie, even though it's his hand that's gripping Reggie's cock firmly, demanding as hell. He strokes him, and rocks his hips up. Satan, Reggie is going to kill him.
He can say this in sex. He can tell these lies in sex, because in sex, no one really tells the truth. But he can't belong to Reggie; his soul belongs to the Dark Lord, completely.
He strokes him again, his thumb rolling a little against the tip every time his hand goes up.]
[ Just sex. That's all it is, and all it ever is, but all the more reason for Reggie to say it now, to someone, even if it's pretend. Legally speaking they do belong to each other, in a way, but their hearts don't, or their minds. Reggie is still strangely enamored by the fact, though, because it's enough to be wanted and not only wanting.
Maybe Reggie's projected a bit of his unresolved feelings onto Nick, but it's easy to remember Nick isn't Veronica when he's under Reggie like this, touching him like this. If not for Veronica maybe this would have never happened between the two of them, maybe, but Reggie's glad it is. Nick is a wholly unique experience.
He huffs out short, harsh breaths, groans again, louder and sharper, as he pushes down fully onto Nick, lifts himself, repeats the motion. His dick twitches stiffly in Nick's hand, already slick with pre-come and dripping onto Nick's stomach. ]
[He can't help himself - this is the kind of torture people would die to have, and Nick is no different - and so he starts to slick him up faster, because he's not going to last much longer. Between the blowjob and how tight Reggie is, how much he desperately just wants him, and the sound of Reggie's voice, he-
-he comes with a huff of breath and a whispering moan, and is determined, now, jerking at Reggie for him to follow. He wants him to feel good, yes, that's a huge part of it.
But even more he wants to cement this. Mine, some part of his brain latches onto.]
[ Nick coming reverberates through what feels like Reggie's entire body-- he shivers, groaning in a shaky, needy sort of way, his hips and dick twitching the closer to climax he gets himself. This is so much different than he imagined this would go, somehow, but in the best way possible. ]
Oh fuck-- Nick--
[ He leans forward, breathing hard and putting his mouth on whatever skin he can reach -- Nick's chest, his neck, his jaw -- kissing roughly and affectionately. He comes with an abrupt and forceful jerk of his hips, spilling over Nick's stomach and splattering a bit of his chest. Reggie shivers again, breathing hard but not moving off Nick, just pulling his face in to kiss instead. Mine. ]
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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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Promise.
[ He slips Nick's fingers from his mouth and kisses his wrist before letting the hand go, wetting his own fingers instead now with wet, messy haste and moving them behind himself. Reggie would rather rush this part, but he doesn't-- he can't, really, because when it's his fingers his body just tries to reflexively clench against the touch. He groans, bites his lip, moves his legs further apart to put more weight on his knees as he struggles to prepare himself. ]
Just a sec--
[ He huffs out breath, heavy and heated, then sits back to ease himself onto Nick's cock, tossing his head to get the hair from his face. ]
Okay. Ready?
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[He huffs it, and leans back a little more, and tugs Reggie just a little, just to help. Reggie said he didn't have to do anything, but Nick doesn't live the pillow queen life. He reaches both his hands up to Reggie's face.]
Satan help me. You're so beautiful.
[A mortal with a face like a fallen angel, Nick thinks, his curls thick against Nick's fingers. This is what the Dark Lord must have looked like, thousands of years ago.]
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[ Reggie accepts the help, situating more weight on his knees and gripping Nick's leg to brace himself further. The positioning is a little awkward, especially with their height difference, but probably because it's new. Reggie likes being able to look down and see Nick, feel him.
He leans into the touch, tempted to take Nick's fingers back into his mouth, but for now he doesn't. One thing at a time. Reggie's prone to impatience, but he takes it slow lowering himself until he's about halfway on and momentum makes things easier. ]
So're you. And-- nnh. Hot. [ He nearly says "god," but stops himself, changing it just to: ] Damn, you're hot.
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He snarls a little and thrusts up into Reggie, and immediately groans. His entire vocabulary seems to be reduced now, to Fuck and Hell and Reggie, which makes this so much better with the noises that Reggie himself is making.
There aren't a lot of people in Nick's life that he would classify as his, but he's starting to feel for this mortal boy.]
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And it's better, of course, with Nick participating. Reggie tends to prefer that, even, but he's used to partners just wanting to get lost in their own sensations while he does the work. Which is fine, too. But he's left wanting much less when there's reciprocation; not wanting physically, but...
It's this kind of intimacy that gets addicting.
Reggie clenches his ass, tightening his grip on Nick's leg as he pushes down against Nick's thrusting, slapping their bodies together with increasingly heated vigor. ]
More. [ He pants, swallowing hard. ] Tell me you're mine again.
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[He whispers it, even though it's his dick inside of Reggie, even though it's his hand that's gripping Reggie's cock firmly, demanding as hell. He strokes him, and rocks his hips up. Satan, Reggie is going to kill him.
He can say this in sex. He can tell these lies in sex, because in sex, no one really tells the truth. But he can't belong to Reggie; his soul belongs to the Dark Lord, completely.
He strokes him again, his thumb rolling a little against the tip every time his hand goes up.]
I'm yours.
Yours.
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[ Just sex. That's all it is, and all it ever is, but all the more reason for Reggie to say it now, to someone, even if it's pretend. Legally speaking they do belong to each other, in a way, but their hearts don't, or their minds. Reggie is still strangely enamored by the fact, though, because it's enough to be wanted and not only wanting.
Maybe Reggie's projected a bit of his unresolved feelings onto Nick, but it's easy to remember Nick isn't Veronica when he's under Reggie like this, touching him like this. If not for Veronica maybe this would have never happened between the two of them, maybe, but Reggie's glad it is. Nick is a wholly unique experience.
He huffs out short, harsh breaths, groans again, louder and sharper, as he pushes down fully onto Nick, lifts himself, repeats the motion. His dick twitches stiffly in Nick's hand, already slick with pre-come and dripping onto Nick's stomach. ]
G-- [ God-- ] Damn, Nick-- I-- holy crap, that's good...
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-he comes with a huff of breath and a whispering moan, and is determined, now, jerking at Reggie for him to follow. He wants him to feel good, yes, that's a huge part of it.
But even more he wants to cement this. Mine, some part of his brain latches onto.]
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Oh fuck-- Nick--
[ He leans forward, breathing hard and putting his mouth on whatever skin he can reach -- Nick's chest, his neck, his jaw -- kissing roughly and affectionately. He comes with an abrupt and forceful jerk of his hips, spilling over Nick's stomach and splattering a bit of his chest. Reggie shivers again, breathing hard but not moving off Nick, just pulling his face in to kiss instead. Mine. ]
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