[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 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.