[ Reggie laughs a little too, smiling back in a natural, genuine sort of way that's so easy he doesn't even notice it.
He wants this to be good, he wants it to be incredible for the both of them, and he gets it-- really, he does. Maybe he and Derek aren't exactly the same, but obviously he understands the exact nature of most of Derek's hang-ups about submission, and he shared them, but unlike Derek, Reggie crumbled almost immediately.
It's not that he can't be dominant, Reggie can do this, and he can front and posture until he passes as dominant, but that secret part of Derek that exists in him exists in Reggie too, almost to a T, shamefully hidden until Nick pulled it free and exposed Reggie to it until he started fearing it less and less. Derek's seen that side of Reggie, too, the side that's usually for Nick's eyes only, but that's exactly why Reggie feels like he can do this-- he knows, fuck, he knows. ]
I'd do what?
[ Reggie leans over Derek, kissing his neck and inserting a second finger, rocking the two of them within the tight clench of Derek's ass with impatient but careful flexes of his wrist. ]
And how would you keep me there?
[ He's trying to keep Derek focused, and balanced, because now Reggie's fingers are easing out and his cock, hard and already dripping, is rubbing the place against Derek's ass where they'd just been-- but also Reggie's a little greedy, too, he wants to hear this, wants Derek to intimately describe the ways he'd want Reggie and all the things he would do, but that's still only secondary to what's actually happening now.
Reggie pushes in, cupping Derek's face with one hand to kiss him roughly while he buries himself halfway deep in one, two fluid thrusts, his muscles flexing and clenching, his body slotting so naturally against Derek's that a rhythm practically creates itself after one or two more back-and-forward rocks of his hips. ]
It's okay-- [ Panted, against Derek's mouth. ] Don't come yet, you'd better not. You need to last at least as long as I do.
[ As much as Reggie tends to naturally default more submissive when he isn't trying hard to present himself as dominant, he isn't really purely one or the other, and that versatility is perhaps most readily obvious whenever he is in the more dominant position; he becomes kind of a mixture, comfortable with taking the lead, but also ready to adapt in seconds to whatever his partner needs him to be.
He thrusts in again, deep, until he's buried to the hilt. ]
And then I'll be all yours to do whatever you want to. It'll be so worth it.
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[ Reggie laughs a little too, smiling back in a natural, genuine sort of way that's so easy he doesn't even notice it.
He wants this to be good, he wants it to be incredible for the both of them, and he gets it-- really, he does. Maybe he and Derek aren't exactly the same, but obviously he understands the exact nature of most of Derek's hang-ups about submission, and he shared them, but unlike Derek, Reggie crumbled almost immediately.
It's not that he can't be dominant, Reggie can do this, and he can front and posture until he passes as dominant, but that secret part of Derek that exists in him exists in Reggie too, almost to a T, shamefully hidden until Nick pulled it free and exposed Reggie to it until he started fearing it less and less. Derek's seen that side of Reggie, too, the side that's usually for Nick's eyes only, but that's exactly why Reggie feels like he can do this-- he knows, fuck, he knows. ]
I'd do what?
[ Reggie leans over Derek, kissing his neck and inserting a second finger, rocking the two of them within the tight clench of Derek's ass with impatient but careful flexes of his wrist. ]
And how would you keep me there?
[ He's trying to keep Derek focused, and balanced, because now Reggie's fingers are easing out and his cock, hard and already dripping, is rubbing the place against Derek's ass where they'd just been-- but also Reggie's a little greedy, too, he wants to hear this, wants Derek to intimately describe the ways he'd want Reggie and all the things he would do, but that's still only secondary to what's actually happening now.
Reggie pushes in, cupping Derek's face with one hand to kiss him roughly while he buries himself halfway deep in one, two fluid thrusts, his muscles flexing and clenching, his body slotting so naturally against Derek's that a rhythm practically creates itself after one or two more back-and-forward rocks of his hips. ]
It's okay-- [ Panted, against Derek's mouth. ] Don't come yet, you'd better not. You need to last at least as long as I do.
[ As much as Reggie tends to naturally default more submissive when he isn't trying hard to present himself as dominant, he isn't really purely one or the other, and that versatility is perhaps most readily obvious whenever he is in the more dominant position; he becomes kind of a mixture, comfortable with taking the lead, but also ready to adapt in seconds to whatever his partner needs him to be.
He thrusts in again, deep, until he's buried to the hilt. ]
And then I'll be all yours to do whatever you want to. It'll be so worth it.