I'll come over. Unless you want to hit a hotel. Make the walls shake. Get everyone in the next room over jealous. Seems more aesthetically appropriate.
[ And Reggie still prefers not to bring people back to his place when he can help it, even though there's not much reason for that anymore these days. ]
Anything I should bring? Besides my equipment obviously
You're the professional. Bring what you think might draw a crowd. If anything.
[ Toys, clothes, whatever it is Reggie might like but hasn't had a chance to play with - Derek will be more than happy to just strip Reggie down and fuck him raw against the bedside table, but if Reggie feels like getting tied down or dressed up or whatever else, Derek's more than happy to oblige. They might not be as close as they used to be, but Reggie's always going to mean a lot to him, and he feels easy and relaxed around him the way he rarely is with anyone else; if it's with Reggie, he's happy to do pretty much everything.
Derek's got the number of his favored hotel memorized, just for situations like these, so he goes quiet while he makes an immediate reservation and sends Reggie directions shortly after; he'll be in room 508 in some sleek, black and chrome hotel in the Up, waiting there by the end of the hour. ]
[ Even after two years in Duplicity, Reggie's tastes can still lean somewhat simple, his preference always for sex that's hands-on and energetic as opposed to bringing toys into the mix-- not that he's against them, but it's never been his first instinct, and he doubts it ever will be.
He tosses some clothes into a bag along with his camera equipment and very nearly leaves it at that, but then at the last minute he decides, well... why not? Might as well go all out for the occasion, or whatever, so he takes a bit of extra time fitting the butt plug he'd surprised Nick with a year or so back inside himself. It's a bit of an awkward process but doesn't take too long, and soon enough he's driving over to the hotel in question and knocking on Derek's door. ]
[ Despite how blatantly, unapologetically horny Derek was when he urged Reggie to come see him, once they're together again in person, he seems just as stern and outwardly unapproachable as he usually does. He opens the door and invites Reggie inside with a nod of his head, rather than an actual, sociable hello, and he locks the door behind him once he's inside, shoulders straight and posture rigid. Reggie should remember, hopefully, that this is just how he is, sometimes. Doesn't mean he's not practically vibrating on the inside with anticipation. ]
C'mon. Let me get you a drink.
[ The hotel room is nice, as rooms in the Up tend to be, all smoothly polished with a queen sized bed. Derek's in slacks and a black button-up, unbuttoned a little lower than might be necessary. He heads to the kitchen and fucks around in the fridge for whatever's in stock here, mixing Reggie something sweet and alcoholic just for the sake of preamble. It's either that or pin him against the wall and sink his teeth into his neck, so.
Derek heads back to Reggie, passing him the glass, eyebrows up. ]
[ Reggie feels it too, can smell Derek's arousal on him mingling with his own in the air around them, and it's little reasons like that Reggie still greatly stands by his decision to get the bite-- people don't always say things in actions or words, at least not in ways obvious to everyone (Reggie knows this anyway from experience, from himself) but being able to sense their true feelings in scents and sounds can be enough for Reggie. All he ever needs is some kind of sign, big or small, any kind at all.
He sets the bag down and follows Derek into the kitchen, accepting the drink with a playful smile, casting his eyes around the room before he tastes it. ]
I dunno-- where were you thinkin'? I guess the bed is probably a little too obvious, huh?
[ Derek doesn't answer Reggie's question, at first - he leans casually against the kitchen counter after pouring himself a drink of his own, sipping his first mouthful before sighing through his teeth. His eyes rake over Reggie's the way they have a million times before, taking in his posture, his strength; Derek thinks he's really grown into himself since the first time they met a couple years back, but he doubts that now's the appropriate time to say he's happy to know the man that Reggie became. Still something he thinks about.
He finishes his drink, waits for Reggie to do the same, then takes a few decisive steps forward, setting his hand flat against Reggie's chest. There's the camera to attend to, the setup to establish, but that doesn't stop Derek from curling his fist in his shirt and pulling him in for a sharp, furious kiss. His teeth are sharp against Reggie's bottom lip, his tongue heavy and commanding, and when he pulls back, bridge of spit connecting the two of them together before it breaks, he keeps his eyes on Reggie's lips. Always has been Derek's favourite part of him. ]
Could fuck you right here. Right against the wall. The counter, the table. Marathon session against every surface.
You could. [ Reggie watches Derek's gaze travel over him, wets his lips, leans his hip and arm against the counter. ] I mean, you're the Alpha, and what am I? Yours, to do whatever you want with.
[ He smirks again, cheeky as he finishes his drink, barely having any time to react to Derek's closeness before Derek's mouth is on his kissing hungrily, and Reggie leans back, whining against Derek's mouth, fingers clutching a fistful of his shirt.
When they break apart again, Reggie's lips glossy and shining, he feels the flush of heat and adrenaline traveling through his body like the crack of a whip, his cock already half-hard in his jeans, heart already racing. It isn't just horniness -- although there certainly is that -- but the factor of intimacy too that's getting Reggie's hormones engaged like this, hot like a overloading furnace, like sparks from a fire he no longer has any control over. With Nick gone, there's rarely anywhere for all that heat to go, but while he may not know what Derek's thinking, he's always felt safe with him, understood in ways he couldn't possibly put a voice to, always, or almost.
Reggie pulls at Derek's shirt again, already fumbling to open his belt, tearing through the leather almost like he's forgotten about the cameras entirely in his sudden rush of impatience and need. ]
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Unless you want to hit a hotel. Make the walls shake. Get everyone in the next room over jealous.
Seems more aesthetically appropriate.
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Seems simpler
[ And Reggie still prefers not to bring people back to his place when he can help it, even though there's not much reason for that anymore these days. ]
Anything I should bring? Besides my equipment obviously
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[ Toys, clothes, whatever it is Reggie might like but hasn't had a chance to play with - Derek will be more than happy to just strip Reggie down and fuck him raw against the bedside table, but if Reggie feels like getting tied down or dressed up or whatever else, Derek's more than happy to oblige. They might not be as close as they used to be, but Reggie's always going to mean a lot to him, and he feels easy and relaxed around him the way he rarely is with anyone else; if it's with Reggie, he's happy to do pretty much everything.
Derek's got the number of his favored hotel memorized, just for situations like these, so he goes quiet while he makes an immediate reservation and sends Reggie directions shortly after; he'll be in room 508 in some sleek, black and chrome hotel in the Up, waiting there by the end of the hour. ]
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He tosses some clothes into a bag along with his camera equipment and very nearly leaves it at that, but then at the last minute he decides, well... why not? Might as well go all out for the occasion, or whatever, so he takes a bit of extra time fitting the butt plug he'd surprised Nick with a year or so back inside himself. It's a bit of an awkward process but doesn't take too long, and soon enough he's driving over to the hotel in question and knocking on Derek's door. ]
You in there, D?
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C'mon. Let me get you a drink.
[ The hotel room is nice, as rooms in the Up tend to be, all smoothly polished with a queen sized bed. Derek's in slacks and a black button-up, unbuttoned a little lower than might be necessary. He heads to the kitchen and fucks around in the fridge for whatever's in stock here, mixing Reggie something sweet and alcoholic just for the sake of preamble. It's either that or pin him against the wall and sink his teeth into his neck, so.
Derek heads back to Reggie, passing him the glass, eyebrows up. ]
Where do you want to set up?
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He sets the bag down and follows Derek into the kitchen, accepting the drink with a playful smile, casting his eyes around the room before he tastes it. ]
I dunno-- where were you thinkin'? I guess the bed is probably a little too obvious, huh?
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He finishes his drink, waits for Reggie to do the same, then takes a few decisive steps forward, setting his hand flat against Reggie's chest. There's the camera to attend to, the setup to establish, but that doesn't stop Derek from curling his fist in his shirt and pulling him in for a sharp, furious kiss. His teeth are sharp against Reggie's bottom lip, his tongue heavy and commanding, and when he pulls back, bridge of spit connecting the two of them together before it breaks, he keeps his eyes on Reggie's lips. Always has been Derek's favourite part of him. ]
Could fuck you right here. Right against the wall. The counter, the table. Marathon session against every surface.
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[ He smirks again, cheeky as he finishes his drink, barely having any time to react to Derek's closeness before Derek's mouth is on his kissing hungrily, and Reggie leans back, whining against Derek's mouth, fingers clutching a fistful of his shirt.
When they break apart again, Reggie's lips glossy and shining, he feels the flush of heat and adrenaline traveling through his body like the crack of a whip, his cock already half-hard in his jeans, heart already racing. It isn't just horniness -- although there certainly is that -- but the factor of intimacy too that's getting Reggie's hormones engaged like this, hot like a overloading furnace, like sparks from a fire he no longer has any control over. With Nick gone, there's rarely anywhere for all that heat to go, but while he may not know what Derek's thinking, he's always felt safe with him, understood in ways he couldn't possibly put a voice to, always, or almost.
Reggie pulls at Derek's shirt again, already fumbling to open his belt, tearing through the leather almost like he's forgotten about the cameras entirely in his sudden rush of impatience and need. ]
Derek...