[He sets down his phone after the reply, and he doesn't barge as much as he just enters the room, and he looks at Reggie desperate to get the right angle with his fingers, looks at him trying so fucking hard to just make it feel as good as he can, and he takes pity on him.
He crosses the space between them and his hand lands, gentle but firm, on Reggie's hip.]
Hey.
I've got you.
[He takes Reggie's hand away and replaces it with his own fingers, and leans down to kiss him on the hip.]
[ Face still half-buried against his arm, Reggie does look up-- startled, slightly, although also a bit too far gone to be self-conscious, or react much more than to exhale shakily and arch his back more, leaning eagerly into Nick's touch. ]
Oh, thank g-- [ Thank god, he almost says, but does manage to catch himself: ] Th-thank you... thank you--
[ Now he looks over his shoulder, face flushed with heat, eyes glassy. Everything he says is filtered through heavy, panting breaths. ]
I'm so glad you're-- I'm... [ Breath. Gasp. Then, grinning a little: ] Did I turn you on?
[Thank you, he whispers, and Nick doesn't laugh, but he wants to. Instead he presses his mouth to Reggie's back, his hand going to firmly hold him there, just for a moment. The fingers inside of Reggie open a little, and he lifts one knee to the bed for a moment.
Then he takes his hands away and undoes his pants, and opens his fly just enough to draw out his cock, hard and dripping. He strokes himself just once.]
I wouldn't be here if you hadn't.
[He presses his cock just against Reggie's ass, but doesn't press in, not yet.]
[ It's good that Nick doesn't laugh, as laughter is one of the few things that could untether Reggie from the tenuous comfort he's developed with letting himself be a little shameless, let himself submit.
But it's okay; Nick's rewarding him, not mocking him. Reggie breathes harder, his arm straightening out to clutch at blankets and cheek pressing to the bed, nodding in encouragement. ]
G-good thing. I almost thought I'd have to get a booty call over here if you were still-- if you couldn't make it home in time...
[ Teasing, probably, but it doesn't matter now. He breathes harder, opening his legs wider and impatiently rocking himself up against Nick's cock. ]
[That's a lie; there are plenty of people in this place who Reggie could call, who would come without questions. He reaches for the lube and strokes it over his dick, and without much more preamble he pushes into Reggie, thrusts into him with a groan.
He breathes and breathes and breathes but he can't seem to catch his breath, his body pressing against Reggie's back as he thrusts.]
[ When Nick pushes in Reggie grunts hoarsely, groans like he's been holding his breath and only now releasing it. He arches more, buries his face in the blankets, then just his forehead, panting and gasping out frantic moans, whimpers of relief and pleasure. ]
N-no-- [ He huffs, raggedly. ] No, they wouldn't, y-you're the only one who gets me like this. Just-- just you...
[ Which is mostly true... ish. Reggie still has some hang-ups about being fucked, still only let a couple people besides Nick do it, but even then-- what Derek got, what Archie got, it isn't like what Nick gets.
Of course, even if it wasn't true, Reggie might still say it at a time like this. Sex isn't always the time for the truth, it's the time when it's okay to say anything that the experience better. At least generally.
He groans more, hums in a contented, rapturous sort of way, trying to let himself fall into Nick's pace rather than to also rock his own hips back, and back, and back, but it's difficult for him. Passivity is nearly impossible for him. ]
[Fucking Reggie is like riding a storm; he bucks like nobody's business, he fucks back, resists, fights it. Wants it just the same. Fucking Reggie is a gift, and Nick loves it. He groans as he thrusts again, and again, the tightness making him want more.
[ Reggie almost feels like he's addicted-- not to sex (arguably), but to sex with Nick, and at a level he honestly barely understands. Maybe it's Nick's experience, his ability to identify, locate, and press Reggie's buttons -- ones no one had ever found before -- but Reggie hasn't ever had another lover who could make him as desperate and eager and responsive the way Nick does.
Granted, the way Reggie is much more used to having sex is not nearly as physically demanding as having sex like this, to merit the kind of groans and volume Reggie achieves with Nick without even trying to. Reggie can feel Nick throughout his entire body, on him and in him and all around him, and it's intoxicating. The physical and emotional intensity leaves him lightheaded every time; Nick always feels so good, to fuck or be filled by, always knows exactly what Reggie needs or wants exactly what Reggie can give him. ]
Y-yeah--
[ He groans, whimpers, clutches fistfuls of blanket with both hands, but tries to turn his head just enough that he can kiss Nick once he's close. ]
Yeah-- yeah, I am, I-- ffuck-- I... you...
[ Reggie whines again, drawn out and pained, though not really pained; he spreads his legs wider, tries to buck back harder, faster, needing more and unable to keep his body still enough to wait patiently for it. ]
Mark me, then. [ He pants, his cheek to the bed, curls splayed against it and his forehead messily. ] Come in me, leave... nnh-- leave bruises so that anyone else I'm with will know that they can't really have me... don't you-- you want that, don't you?
[Reggie falls apart so beautifully, like he's designed for this, for taking Nick's cock. He whimpers for it, cries out for it, bucks and sobs and begs, and it's so fucking perfect. Nick groans at the scene in front of him: Reggie, his back arched like a cat in heat, wailing for more.
Wailing for Nick.
Maybe it's just that the lovers at the Academy have been so jaded, or that they're excited in so many ways about the passion of the moment that they forget the other person, but he feels like Reggie is the one person who has wanted him the most.
He's wanted the most.]
Shit-
[He snarls it, bucking a little more, his balls tightening as he has to still his hips, and lean down to bite Reggie on the shoulder, his hands digging into his hips. There will be bruises in the shape of his fingertips, purple and awful but there.]
[ The slight dig of pain makes Reggie hiss sharply, to gasp and growl, fiercely reactive and shivering with pleasure as he melts a bit more against the bed as if being pinned, his chest nearly flat against it. Maybe it's thanks to their position, too, but the way Reggie responds is nearly feral-- or at least primal, bringing out more growls from him, breathless groans, his body jerking under each rough touch and bite, yet also yielding even more. ]
Nick-- ugh-- y-yes-- [ He pants, then swallows and wets his lips, trying to catch his breath. Barely succeeding. ] Like tha-- fuck-- yes, yes, yes, m-more.
[ One hand lets go of the sheets and wedges itself underneath him to fumble and frantically stroke at his own twitching, leaking cock, which Reggie has been too otherwise overwhelmed to even consider tending to before this moment; it's so stiff and tender it almost burns in his hand, drawing another hiss and a ragged gasp from him.
He could come without touching his dick at all, probably, at the rate they're going, but his will isn't quite strong enough to test that. ]
You're so-- y-you're my-- you're the best... [ He must be close if he's losing this much coherency all at once, but he still wants to hold on. ] Fuck, I'm-- you're-- this is the b...
[He reaches to take his hand, and tug it away from Reggie's dick, because he's a fucking asshole. He presses it down against the sheets, over his head, takes the other one to join it, huffing.]
I want-
[He thrusts, and grips both of Reggie's wrists in his hand and uses his other against Reggie's side, nipping and kissing the bumps of his spine, pressing his tongue in that dip. There is muscle, and it's beautiful, the way that the muscle moves under his skin, the way that he whimpers and wails and bucks.]
I want you to come-
[He huffs, breathes. Reggie is tight, and they're both too keyed up.]
From my dick-
[And there's another lick of tongue, another huff of air against the sweat of Reggie's back.]
[ Reggie gasps, harder and more breathlessly, groaning in frustration but barely fighting the request-- he puts up a mild, requisite struggle when Nick pins his wrists, but it's mostly a pretense. He could pull them free if he really wanted to, but he doesn't, he wants to see if he can come just from this. Just from Nick.
He nods, and shivers, gasping more, his inability to touch himself increasingly manifesting itself as hypersensitivity to each touch, each kiss, each thrust. Probably for the best that he doesn't, anyway, because Reggie feels sure that he'd explode instantly if he touched his dick. He's already close, insanely close, but his desire to come is at war with his equally strong desire for this to last as long as possible.
Nothing he says makes sense anymore, it's all just noise, ahs and uhs and needy gasps and growls and wailing, broken up occasionally by his incoherent, disjointed attempts to form words; he manages a lot of "I," and "yeah" and "more" and "Nick," a lot of delirious cursing, but his ability to banter is utterly gone, as is he.
Reggie's legs and hips jerk, shuddering both with pleasure and the increased effort to keep themselves upright, rather than give way and collapse bonelessly down on the bed. He shudders again, groans into the blankets, and then his whole body trembles and jerks when he finally does come, hard. He keeps shivering, and panting, nearly crying in relief as it happens at how good it feels. ]
Th-there... Hh-- [ Trying to catch his breath. ] Happy now? I did it.
[He is happy, pleased with himself, and with Reggie.]
So good, you're so good-
[He mutters something in Latin; not a spell, but something that later, he'll deny he said. He mutters words that are as close to love as he can manage. I'll hold you under my thrall, guide you under my hand, lead you to where you will be mine, and safe, and unholy until the day Gabriel's horn sounds, and you will know you are mine.
Words that Lucifer said to Lilith, long ago, words he's saying now, as if lust and sin and everything they're doing is unholy.
And maybe it is.
He groans when he finishes, slumping against Reggie's body.]
[ Reggie's happy too, in a way he'd have never expected-- a way that he can barely understand, could never explain even if he tried. But that's okay. He doesn't need to do any of that in order to feel it.
Now his legs start giving way, slowly folding down as Nick's weight sits heavier against him. Reggie lets his face sit against the blankets a little longer until he can breathe again, until his head cools down and the room stops spinning. ]
You're so-- you're good, too. You're the best. [ Said hoarsely, between breaths. ] You probably already know that, but...
[ But so what? Reggie finally leans some weight onto his elbow so he can sit up slightly, to turn his head and try grabbing Nick closer for a messy, affectionate kiss. ]
Of-- of doing this. [ Still panting, a little more slowly and steadily now. ] And liking it. And getting good at it.
[ He laughs a little too, still a bit breathlessly, ducking his head down for a moment and rubbing at his neck. Then he raises it again to look back at Nick, just as fond-- perhaps even slightly awestruck in his post-sex, glassy eyed haze. ]
But you make me feel good. I can't get enough of you. [ He smirks, giving Nick a slow kiss on the mouth. ] I feel different when I'm with you.
[ Reggie shifts his body beneath Nick's slightly, just adjusting himself to get more comfortable, then adds in a lower voice, a little playfully (though truthfully): ]
[ Ish. But Reggie laughs again, more warmly than anything else now, pulling Nick closer into the cuddle. It's comfortable, and probably romantic, but Reggie can't bring himself to mind.
He kisses Nick again, stroking him affectionately. Maybe Nick can't love, but despite himself, Reggie still feels somewhat loved when he hears things like that. Which is probably foolish, and yet... ]
So what does that mean? That we're-- is this a thing?
[ He asks it casually, not entirely sure what he means or wants with the question, but his heart rate accelerates slightly all the same. ]
[He thinks quietly for a minute. It's all so clear now, easy to figure out. Post-orgasm, Nick thinks more clearly.]
You live in my house. You sleep in my bed. You wake me up with your hard-on - I'm not complaining, by the way - and you kiss me good morning, and good night.
I guess we are.
[He says it and he's rocking his hand through Reggie's curls.]
[ Reggie falls quiet, considering that response; considering what it means, considering how he feels about it. It's a warm, confusing feeling, but also strangely contented, maybe especially because this still doesn't require them to specifically label themselves as one thing or another. Reggie's still more ready to be a boyfriend than have one.
He lays himself a bit flatter, resting his head now on his folded arms, letting himself indulge in the feeling of Nick's weight on him, Nick stroking his hair, before he speaks again. ]
Okay. [ He smiles, tilting his head more into the touch. ] I guess we are. I can get used to that.
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He crosses the space between them and his hand lands, gentle but firm, on Reggie's hip.]
Hey.
I've got you.
[He takes Reggie's hand away and replaces it with his own fingers, and leans down to kiss him on the hip.]
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Oh, thank g-- [ Thank god, he almost says, but does manage to catch himself: ] Th-thank you... thank you--
[ Now he looks over his shoulder, face flushed with heat, eyes glassy. Everything he says is filtered through heavy, panting breaths. ]
I'm so glad you're-- I'm... [ Breath. Gasp. Then, grinning a little: ] Did I turn you on?
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Then he takes his hands away and undoes his pants, and opens his fly just enough to draw out his cock, hard and dripping. He strokes himself just once.]
I wouldn't be here if you hadn't.
[He presses his cock just against Reggie's ass, but doesn't press in, not yet.]
This is because of you.
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But it's okay; Nick's rewarding him, not mocking him. Reggie breathes harder, his arm straightening out to clutch at blankets and cheek pressing to the bed, nodding in encouragement. ]
G-good thing. I almost thought I'd have to get a booty call over here if you were still-- if you couldn't make it home in time...
[ Teasing, probably, but it doesn't matter now. He breathes harder, opening his legs wider and impatiently rocking himself up against Nick's cock. ]
Come on, come on already.
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[That's a lie; there are plenty of people in this place who Reggie could call, who would come without questions. He reaches for the lube and strokes it over his dick, and without much more preamble he pushes into Reggie, thrusts into him with a groan.
He breathes and breathes and breathes but he can't seem to catch his breath, his body pressing against Reggie's back as he thrusts.]
You are-
[He wants to say mine, but he doesn't, not yet.]
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[ When Nick pushes in Reggie grunts hoarsely, groans like he's been holding his breath and only now releasing it. He arches more, buries his face in the blankets, then just his forehead, panting and gasping out frantic moans, whimpers of relief and pleasure. ]
N-no-- [ He huffs, raggedly. ] No, they wouldn't, y-you're the only one who gets me like this. Just-- just you...
[ Which is mostly true... ish. Reggie still has some hang-ups about being fucked, still only let a couple people besides Nick do it, but even then-- what Derek got, what Archie got, it isn't like what Nick gets.
Of course, even if it wasn't true, Reggie might still say it at a time like this. Sex isn't always the time for the truth, it's the time when it's okay to say anything that the experience better. At least generally.
He groans more, hums in a contented, rapturous sort of way, trying to let himself fall into Nick's pace rather than to also rock his own hips back, and back, and back, but it's difficult for him. Passivity is nearly impossible for him. ]
I'm what?
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Shit.
He leans down and kisses him on the shoulder.]
Mine. You're mine.
[He shudders a bit.]
Hell-
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Granted, the way Reggie is much more used to having sex is not nearly as physically demanding as having sex like this, to merit the kind of groans and volume Reggie achieves with Nick without even trying to. Reggie can feel Nick throughout his entire body, on him and in him and all around him, and it's intoxicating. The physical and emotional intensity leaves him lightheaded every time; Nick always feels so good, to fuck or be filled by, always knows exactly what Reggie needs or wants exactly what Reggie can give him. ]
Y-yeah--
[ He groans, whimpers, clutches fistfuls of blanket with both hands, but tries to turn his head just enough that he can kiss Nick once he's close. ]
Yeah-- yeah, I am, I-- ffuck-- I... you...
[ Reggie whines again, drawn out and pained, though not really pained; he spreads his legs wider, tries to buck back harder, faster, needing more and unable to keep his body still enough to wait patiently for it. ]
Mark me, then. [ He pants, his cheek to the bed, curls splayed against it and his forehead messily. ] Come in me, leave... nnh-- leave bruises so that anyone else I'm with will know that they can't really have me... don't you-- you want that, don't you?
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Wailing for Nick.
Maybe it's just that the lovers at the Academy have been so jaded, or that they're excited in so many ways about the passion of the moment that they forget the other person, but he feels like Reggie is the one person who has wanted him the most.
He's wanted the most.]
Shit-
[He snarls it, bucking a little more, his balls tightening as he has to still his hips, and lean down to bite Reggie on the shoulder, his hands digging into his hips. There will be bruises in the shape of his fingertips, purple and awful but there.]
Reggie-
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Nick-- ugh-- y-yes-- [ He pants, then swallows and wets his lips, trying to catch his breath. Barely succeeding. ] Like tha-- fuck-- yes, yes, yes, m-more.
[ One hand lets go of the sheets and wedges itself underneath him to fumble and frantically stroke at his own twitching, leaking cock, which Reggie has been too otherwise overwhelmed to even consider tending to before this moment; it's so stiff and tender it almost burns in his hand, drawing another hiss and a ragged gasp from him.
He could come without touching his dick at all, probably, at the rate they're going, but his will isn't quite strong enough to test that. ]
You're so-- y-you're my-- you're the best... [ He must be close if he's losing this much coherency all at once, but he still wants to hold on. ] Fuck, I'm-- you're-- this is the b...
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I want-
[He thrusts, and grips both of Reggie's wrists in his hand and uses his other against Reggie's side, nipping and kissing the bumps of his spine, pressing his tongue in that dip. There is muscle, and it's beautiful, the way that the muscle moves under his skin, the way that he whimpers and wails and bucks.]
I want you to come-
[He huffs, breathes. Reggie is tight, and they're both too keyed up.]
From my dick-
[And there's another lick of tongue, another huff of air against the sweat of Reggie's back.]
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He nods, and shivers, gasping more, his inability to touch himself increasingly manifesting itself as hypersensitivity to each touch, each kiss, each thrust. Probably for the best that he doesn't, anyway, because Reggie feels sure that he'd explode instantly if he touched his dick. He's already close, insanely close, but his desire to come is at war with his equally strong desire for this to last as long as possible.
Nothing he says makes sense anymore, it's all just noise, ahs and uhs and needy gasps and growls and wailing, broken up occasionally by his incoherent, disjointed attempts to form words; he manages a lot of "I," and "yeah" and "more" and "Nick," a lot of delirious cursing, but his ability to banter is utterly gone, as is he.
Reggie's legs and hips jerk, shuddering both with pleasure and the increased effort to keep themselves upright, rather than give way and collapse bonelessly down on the bed. He shudders again, groans into the blankets, and then his whole body trembles and jerks when he finally does come, hard. He keeps shivering, and panting, nearly crying in relief as it happens at how good it feels. ]
Th-there... Hh-- [ Trying to catch his breath. ] Happy now? I did it.
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[He is happy, pleased with himself, and with Reggie.]
So good, you're so good-
[He mutters something in Latin; not a spell, but something that later, he'll deny he said. He mutters words that are as close to love as he can manage. I'll hold you under my thrall, guide you under my hand, lead you to where you will be mine, and safe, and unholy until the day Gabriel's horn sounds, and you will know you are mine.
Words that Lucifer said to Lilith, long ago, words he's saying now, as if lust and sin and everything they're doing is unholy.
And maybe it is.
He groans when he finishes, slumping against Reggie's body.]
Unholy Hell.
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Now his legs start giving way, slowly folding down as Nick's weight sits heavier against him. Reggie lets his face sit against the blankets a little longer until he can breathe again, until his head cools down and the room stops spinning. ]
You're so-- you're good, too. You're the best. [ Said hoarsely, between breaths. ] You probably already know that, but...
[ But so what? Reggie finally leans some weight onto his elbow so he can sit up slightly, to turn his head and try grabbing Nick closer for a messy, affectionate kiss. ]
I dunno why I was ever afraid of this.
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Afraid of what?
[He laughs a little.]
Nevermind. Hey.
[He's high on endorphins and woozy for it, and his hand is pushing away Reggie's curls from his face. He looks fond as Hell.]
That was really good. You're getting too good at this.
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[ He laughs a little too, still a bit breathlessly, ducking his head down for a moment and rubbing at his neck. Then he raises it again to look back at Nick, just as fond-- perhaps even slightly awestruck in his post-sex, glassy eyed haze. ]
But you make me feel good. I can't get enough of you. [ He smirks, giving Nick a slow kiss on the mouth. ] I feel different when I'm with you.
[ Reggie shifts his body beneath Nick's slightly, just adjusting himself to get more comfortable, then adds in a lower voice, a little playfully (though truthfully): ]
And I think your dick makes me go a little crazy.
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[He laughs, and kisses him, getting comfortable, his head resting on Reggie's arm. Nick looks peaceful for a moment, his eyes closing a little.]
But it's not just anyone's dick, either.
[He puts his arm over Reggie's chest, and it's a cuddle. It really fucking is.]
Most of the guys at school, it's not like this for us. We just. Fuck. We don't sleep together. We don't make it a thing.
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[ Ish. But Reggie laughs again, more warmly than anything else now, pulling Nick closer into the cuddle. It's comfortable, and probably romantic, but Reggie can't bring himself to mind.
He kisses Nick again, stroking him affectionately. Maybe Nick can't love, but despite himself, Reggie still feels somewhat loved when he hears things like that. Which is probably foolish, and yet... ]
So what does that mean? That we're-- is this a thing?
[ He asks it casually, not entirely sure what he means or wants with the question, but his heart rate accelerates slightly all the same. ]
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You live in my house. You sleep in my bed. You wake me up with your hard-on - I'm not complaining, by the way - and you kiss me good morning, and good night.
I guess we are.
[He says it and he's rocking his hand through Reggie's curls.]
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He lays himself a bit flatter, resting his head now on his folded arms, letting himself indulge in the feeling of Nick's weight on him, Nick stroking his hair, before he speaks again. ]
Okay. [ He smiles, tilting his head more into the touch. ] I guess we are. I can get used to that.