[ 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. ]
[ This is, so far, everything Derek was hoping it would be. The elevated pulse, the thrum of hopeful excitement reverberating through Reggie's body, all that newly found confidence - it goes without saying that Derek's genuinely very unsure about putting himself beneath anybody, let alone a fucking seventeen year old, but he does trust Reggie, and he does want to make him feel a little better, and this is the most intimate and - hopefully most appreciated - gift that he can offer him.
He feels all antsy and nervous, his stomach filled with static. Reggie kisses him and Derek doesn't react too much, other than slightly tilting his chin up to really feel the soft press of Reggie's full lips against his own. His eyelids flutter and he wills himself not to moan when he feels the sharp pinch of teeth against his lip, but he's getting harder and harder, anticipating what's to come more and more. Reggie tells him everything he's going to do to him, walks him through every moment he's about to experience, and Derek looks the way he always does - mildly angrily, vastly unimpressed. He's looking at Reggie like he's telling him what tomorrow's weather is going to be for, like, the eighth time in a row.
But the thing is - and Derek has never, ever admitted this, not even to himself - the thing is, there's a very greedy, slutty part of Derek that loves to get fucked. A part of him that wants nothing more than to cut through all the pressure and the power struggles and the masculinity he associates with being on top and to just get well and truly fucked. Stretched open, filled to the brim, made into somebody's personal whore. He's got the perfect ass for it - full, round, always virginally tight, given how rapidly his body heals - and he's so fucking sensitive. Derek looks at Reggie like he'd rather be anywhere other then here, but...
It's just a defense mechanism. Reggie barely eases the tip of his finger inside Derek before his knees are shaking a little and his back is arching away from the sofa, just half an inch, if that. His hands grab at anything they can reach for support, one hand holding Reggie's shoulder in a tight, painful grip, the other digging into the armrest he's resting his head against, and Derek takes a breath, holding it in his chest for as long as he can. Reggie slips his finger past the first knuckle and down to the second, and Derek exhales, shaky, color filling his cheeks as he grips down on Reggie's finger as tightly as he can. His cock flexes, precum smearing back against his stomach, and his toes are curling. Derek's losing his composure already.
And then Reggie presses forward, bringing them flush together, skin to skin, and he's not fucking him yet, but just the thought of it makes Derek release this guttural, growling moan from the back of his throat. He squeezes his eyes shut so he doesn't have to see Reggie's face as his own burns a little brighter, and when Reggie takes another kiss from him, Derek pointedly refuses to engage. He's incredibly easy to read like this - all wanton and needy and willing to give himself up to Reggie in any way he wants him, and the way he doesn't kiss Reggie back makes it obvious that he's still clutching onto some proud sense of masculinity that makes it difficult for him to fully lean into the feeling.
But that'll change. Reggie said something about being his, too, and the mix of all this submission and dominance that Derek thrives on is already making him feel like he could come. He takes a deep breath, forcing himself to look Reggie in the eye, but that only lasts for a second before he's darting his gaze away and staring at Reggie's chin, his neck, the shoulder he's still holding on to. Safe spots. ]
If you were mine - really mine - [ His voice is gravelly and sort of hesitant, like it's tripping over itself, but he clears his throat and keeps it stern and steady as he talks - ] - you'd never leave my bed. All day, all night, you'd just-- you'd... you'd, uh...
[ They've barely touched each other, but Reggie does something with his finger that makes Derek lose his train of thought, and he reaches his hand down from Reggie's shoulder and grabs his wrist as tightly as he can, holding Reggie's hand still. He takes a breath, looks up at Reggie, and-- he smiles now, laughing, weak and fragile as he lets his wrist go. ]
F-fuck. Careful. You're gonna make me come already.
[ 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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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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He feels all antsy and nervous, his stomach filled with static. Reggie kisses him and Derek doesn't react too much, other than slightly tilting his chin up to really feel the soft press of Reggie's full lips against his own. His eyelids flutter and he wills himself not to moan when he feels the sharp pinch of teeth against his lip, but he's getting harder and harder, anticipating what's to come more and more. Reggie tells him everything he's going to do to him, walks him through every moment he's about to experience, and Derek looks the way he always does - mildly angrily, vastly unimpressed. He's looking at Reggie like he's telling him what tomorrow's weather is going to be for, like, the eighth time in a row.
But the thing is - and Derek has never, ever admitted this, not even to himself - the thing is, there's a very greedy, slutty part of Derek that loves to get fucked. A part of him that wants nothing more than to cut through all the pressure and the power struggles and the masculinity he associates with being on top and to just get well and truly fucked. Stretched open, filled to the brim, made into somebody's personal whore. He's got the perfect ass for it - full, round, always virginally tight, given how rapidly his body heals - and he's so fucking sensitive. Derek looks at Reggie like he'd rather be anywhere other then here, but...
It's just a defense mechanism. Reggie barely eases the tip of his finger inside Derek before his knees are shaking a little and his back is arching away from the sofa, just half an inch, if that. His hands grab at anything they can reach for support, one hand holding Reggie's shoulder in a tight, painful grip, the other digging into the armrest he's resting his head against, and Derek takes a breath, holding it in his chest for as long as he can. Reggie slips his finger past the first knuckle and down to the second, and Derek exhales, shaky, color filling his cheeks as he grips down on Reggie's finger as tightly as he can. His cock flexes, precum smearing back against his stomach, and his toes are curling. Derek's losing his composure already.
And then Reggie presses forward, bringing them flush together, skin to skin, and he's not fucking him yet, but just the thought of it makes Derek release this guttural, growling moan from the back of his throat. He squeezes his eyes shut so he doesn't have to see Reggie's face as his own burns a little brighter, and when Reggie takes another kiss from him, Derek pointedly refuses to engage. He's incredibly easy to read like this - all wanton and needy and willing to give himself up to Reggie in any way he wants him, and the way he doesn't kiss Reggie back makes it obvious that he's still clutching onto some proud sense of masculinity that makes it difficult for him to fully lean into the feeling.
But that'll change. Reggie said something about being his, too, and the mix of all this submission and dominance that Derek thrives on is already making him feel like he could come. He takes a deep breath, forcing himself to look Reggie in the eye, but that only lasts for a second before he's darting his gaze away and staring at Reggie's chin, his neck, the shoulder he's still holding on to. Safe spots. ]
If you were mine - really mine - [ His voice is gravelly and sort of hesitant, like it's tripping over itself, but he clears his throat and keeps it stern and steady as he talks - ] - you'd never leave my bed. All day, all night, you'd just-- you'd... you'd, uh...
[ They've barely touched each other, but Reggie does something with his finger that makes Derek lose his train of thought, and he reaches his hand down from Reggie's shoulder and grabs his wrist as tightly as he can, holding Reggie's hand still. He takes a breath, looks up at Reggie, and-- he smiles now, laughing, weak and fragile as he lets his wrist go. ]
F-fuck. Careful. You're gonna make me come already.
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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.