[ Derek never really wanted to cut things off with Reggie - it's just one of those things that's difficult to say. Cutting this off is probably the right thing to do, but losing any kind of connection to Reggie is actually pretty hard for Derek - Reggie reminds him so much of himself when he was younger, and maybe he's projecting a little too hard, but teenage Derek would have been so fucking wrecked if one of his friends tried to put any kind of distance between them. Sure, his friendship with Reggie is a lot different to the friendships Derek had at sixteen, but that's the city's fault, right? They're friends - Derek's scared of losing that.
He might have stumbled into the dynamic he has with Reggie on accident, but it's theirs. He likes it. Maybe that's fucked up. Jesus, this city gets in his head. He feels like he doesn't know anything anymore.
One thing he does know, at least, is that he can't ask are you sure you want this? again and again and again. The people he's been with in Duplicity have universally hated that, and even though the urge to corner Reggie and ask if this is something he's sure he wants is strong as hell, Derek can't bring himself to do it. He watches, and he listens, and he stays as impassive as possible through everything - through the kiss, the hand on his thigh, the lips on his neck. When Reggie surrenders the choice to Derek, Derek... ]
Okay. Okay, just...
[ Just - what? Calm down? Sit back, relax? Stop pushing? Stop asking? Derek doesn't know where that just is supposed to go, and he trails off with a stiff shake of his head. He looks at Reggie for a long, long time, and then -
And then it's a whirlwind. He's crashing into Reggie, taking him in a third kiss, finally giving something back. It's rough and frantic, with Derek darting his tongue between Reggie's lips and sliding his hand beneath his shirt, smoothing his palm up his stomach and stroking his chest. He kisses Reggie until it hurts to breathe, leaning him onto his back, and when he breaks away, he drops his hand to Reggie's pants and starts unbuckling them as quickly as he can. ]
Alright.
[ Alright. ]
Listen - I don't do this for just anyone. You're gonna be my first, other than Stiles, so. You're gonna fucking owe me.
[ He's not saying what this is, but - he gets Reggie's belt open, then tugs on his jeans, telling him to lift his hips so Derek can pull them down. ]
Everything off. If this is the last time we're doing this, we're gonna do it the right way.
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He might have stumbled into the dynamic he has with Reggie on accident, but it's theirs. He likes it. Maybe that's fucked up. Jesus, this city gets in his head. He feels like he doesn't know anything anymore.
One thing he does know, at least, is that he can't ask are you sure you want this? again and again and again. The people he's been with in Duplicity have universally hated that, and even though the urge to corner Reggie and ask if this is something he's sure he wants is strong as hell, Derek can't bring himself to do it. He watches, and he listens, and he stays as impassive as possible through everything - through the kiss, the hand on his thigh, the lips on his neck. When Reggie surrenders the choice to Derek, Derek... ]
Okay. Okay, just...
[ Just - what? Calm down? Sit back, relax? Stop pushing? Stop asking? Derek doesn't know where that just is supposed to go, and he trails off with a stiff shake of his head. He looks at Reggie for a long, long time, and then -
And then it's a whirlwind. He's crashing into Reggie, taking him in a third kiss, finally giving something back. It's rough and frantic, with Derek darting his tongue between Reggie's lips and sliding his hand beneath his shirt, smoothing his palm up his stomach and stroking his chest. He kisses Reggie until it hurts to breathe, leaning him onto his back, and when he breaks away, he drops his hand to Reggie's pants and starts unbuckling them as quickly as he can. ]
Alright.
[ Alright. ]
Listen - I don't do this for just anyone. You're gonna be my first, other than Stiles, so. You're gonna fucking owe me.
[ He's not saying what this is, but - he gets Reggie's belt open, then tugs on his jeans, telling him to lift his hips so Derek can pull them down. ]
Everything off. If this is the last time we're doing this, we're gonna do it the right way.