[ It's not really that Reggie needs submission from Derek, exactly, but he needs-- he needs Derek, and while it's too complicated to precisely define why or what for, this is still significant.
Dominance and submission play a steady role in Reggie's relationships with Derek and Archie both, but with Archie, things usually tend to balance themselves out; they're friends and also very competitive friends, so while Archie usually holds a bit of a lead on Reggie, there's a lot of give and take (so to speak) between them.
Derek, though, established himself as an alpha right away, and not just in an easy-to-undermine-and-push-the-boundaries-of kind of way like Archie, but in a real way, one that fills Reggie with intimidation and admiration and yearning and respect all at once; Derek is what he's always idolized and thought he was supposed to be, although he's not that, and maybe he's okay with not being that. Yet... yet--
Because of all that, Derek surrendering himself to Reggie like this has a meaning to it that can't apply to most -- or any -- of his other relationships. It is a gesture of trust, and respect, and Reggie can recognize it as such because he shares in that complex relationship with masculinity, he shares the compulsion not to submit to someone unless they've earned it.
So this-- he understands it's significant.
And Reggie, for as much as he's grown to tolerate-- enjoy-- love? being fucked, he has so much more experience doing it this way; he isn't still so overwhelmed with discovery he mostly reacts by instinct and desire, he knows what he's doing and he's confident in it. His heart is racing now, not from nerves, but anticipation. ]
No problem. [ He smiles now, a little cheekily, kissing Derek on the mouth. ] I'll not only wreck you, I'll make sure you never forget it. You're gonna love it.
[ Reggie tugs on Derek's lower lip with his teeth briefly, then sits up to get the lube out of Derek's jeans, wasting no more time. He needs this, now-- he needs to be inside of Derek, he needs to feel him, and fill him, watch him fall apart and then somehow recover, and then he needs...
Well, one thing at a time. Reggie squeezes the lube into his palm, rubbing it thickly along his dick before he rubs his fingers together and slips his hand between Derek's legs, easing one finger right on in. ]
You're gonna dream about it later, and not just about how good I fucked you. [ He kisses him again, roughly, beginning to slot their hips together even though he's still only fingering him. ] But also about what it'd be like if I was yours. We could do this all the time. All night, whenever we wanted.
[ Reggie knows, of course, despite how much the two of them might enjoy each other's company, and fucking, what he's describing isn't what either of them would really want; as a fantasy, hell yes, but in actuality, they obviously have their respective Someone Else's to do that with.
Well-- Derek does, and Reggie did, but, the point stands. Mostly. ]
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Dominance and submission play a steady role in Reggie's relationships with Derek and Archie both, but with Archie, things usually tend to balance themselves out; they're friends and also very competitive friends, so while Archie usually holds a bit of a lead on Reggie, there's a lot of give and take (so to speak) between them.
Derek, though, established himself as an alpha right away, and not just in an easy-to-undermine-and-push-the-boundaries-of kind of way like Archie, but in a real way, one that fills Reggie with intimidation and admiration and yearning and respect all at once; Derek is what he's always idolized and thought he was supposed to be, although he's not that, and maybe he's okay with not being that. Yet... yet--
Because of all that, Derek surrendering himself to Reggie like this has a meaning to it that can't apply to most -- or any -- of his other relationships. It is a gesture of trust, and respect, and Reggie can recognize it as such because he shares in that complex relationship with masculinity, he shares the compulsion not to submit to someone unless they've earned it.
So this-- he understands it's significant.
And Reggie, for as much as he's grown to tolerate-- enjoy-- love? being fucked, he has so much more experience doing it this way; he isn't still so overwhelmed with discovery he mostly reacts by instinct and desire, he knows what he's doing and he's confident in it. His heart is racing now, not from nerves, but anticipation. ]
No problem. [ He smiles now, a little cheekily, kissing Derek on the mouth. ] I'll not only wreck you, I'll make sure you never forget it. You're gonna love it.
[ Reggie tugs on Derek's lower lip with his teeth briefly, then sits up to get the lube out of Derek's jeans, wasting no more time. He needs this, now-- he needs to be inside of Derek, he needs to feel him, and fill him, watch him fall apart and then somehow recover, and then he needs...
Well, one thing at a time. Reggie squeezes the lube into his palm, rubbing it thickly along his dick before he rubs his fingers together and slips his hand between Derek's legs, easing one finger right on in. ]
You're gonna dream about it later, and not just about how good I fucked you. [ He kisses him again, roughly, beginning to slot their hips together even though he's still only fingering him. ] But also about what it'd be like if I was yours. We could do this all the time. All night, whenever we wanted.
[ Reggie knows, of course, despite how much the two of them might enjoy each other's company, and fucking, what he's describing isn't what either of them would really want; as a fantasy, hell yes, but in actuality, they obviously have their respective Someone Else's to do that with.
Well-- Derek does, and Reggie did, but, the point stands. Mostly. ]