[ By now Reggie's breathing so hard he's almost dizzy, vision swimming from all the colliding arousal and adrenaline in his body, all the blood rushing from his head. Once they're undressed he stares at Derek's naked body with dazed appreciation, then indulgently tips his head back to allow the kissing for a bit longer before he sits up, putting a hand to Derek's chest. ]

I need you on your back.

[ His voice is low too, though still hoarse with breath and lust, and then his hand isn't just touching Derek, but shoving him back. ]

That's what you want, right? And so do I. What would be the point of me screwing you if I'm not really screwing you?

[ Reggie sits up and leans over Derek now, between his legs, dipping down to nip and suck on his neck and leave would-be love bites in his wake as his fingers curl around Derek's dick experimentally. He strokes it slowly. ]

Tell me what you need. I wanna know what you like-- and what you want, and I wanna know what I'm gonna owe you, besides my body. And how much. I wanna hear it.

[ Yes, all of it; everything Reggie just asked for, everything he's going to have to look forward to tonight. ]