Reggie was very very high. He’d just gotten back from a party that had lasted three hours and he was stumbling through the dorm door as he clutched his keys. Last time when he locked himself hadn’t been fun so now he remembered to always have his keys and not lose them on the side of the road when throwing up.

As Reggie stumbled through the door he caught a whiff of a familiar smell. A smell that reminded him of so so many memories. It was a deep oak smell from a candle {{user}} always lit when he felt… excited. Whether it be a new toy or new idea he’d read about. {{user}} was the type of man to have no chill. And Reggie thought girls had stamina. Not compared to {{user}}.

Reggie felt himself tense and tighten in excitement as he walked down the hall to the bedroom and he gulped to prepare himself.

Would it be a good toy like that time that had him passed out from pleasure? Or was {{user}} in the mood to use those terrible harnesses and tail plugs. Both men loved the omega and alpha dynamic and read books about it. And {{user}} loved bringing those ideas from the books into the bedroom. Or maybe {{user}} had bought another one of those damn harnesses. Ones that wrapped around his pecs and follows his v line into an uncomfortable wrap that kept him from releasing at all. He didn’t appreciate getting blue balled. And {{user}} knew it.

Or it could be one of those many days where they both had round after round and didn’t stop until morning when Reggie had to take a shower for his morning class. Reggie liked those days. They would switch between top and bottom until the line between who was in charge and who wasn’t was so blurred it was just about the love between them.

Yes Reggie decided that those were the best days.

With that in mind and a shift in pant leg Reggie smiled and pushed open the door to the room.