The noise that escapes him is caught between a moan and a whimper, and Reid can't help but be thankful that the only person in this apartment who has heightened hearing is the man who's responsible for that very noise. It's not as if he isn't regularly on alert when they're not together, Reid often has as many of his senses working for him as he can when he's out, just in general. It keeps his observational skills polished, allows him to maintain excellent attention to detail, and he needs that, especially in Darrow, where the number and severity of cases aren't nearly as high as he'd seen in his own world. That's a good thing, he reminds himself, those are the kinds of numbers the Darrow PD wants to see; but that also makes it all the easier to lose himself to distraction.
Luke Garroway, for example, is an enormous distraction.
When Luke is touching him likes this, fingertips brushing lightly over his sensitive skin and lips pressing against his throat, Reid feels like everything is enhanced in some way, as if his boyfriend is leaving a trail of sparks as he makes his way down the length of Reid's neck. A shiver shoots up his spine, leaving a pleasant tingling sensation behind as his knees buckle a little against the counter, and he can't help but laugh. Nothing's funny and yet, everything is, because this isn't a side of himself that Reid had even known existed.
He'd been capable of loving someone, he'd been aware of that much. He's capable of lusting after someone, of feeling pleasure when being touched by the right person, of craving someone's presence; but to belong to someone like he does to Luke, that's new. Nobody else will ever elicit this kind of reaction out of him. In fact, if he has his way, nobody else will ever have the chance to lay their hands on him like this, and even if Darrow does tear them apart, Reid knows his heart will always be with Luke. They make the kinds of promises each other that people in this city probably shouldn't, but neither of them care. Neither of them want to acknowledge the boundaries that exist because that means they can't be free with each other; and Reid has never felt freer in his life.
"We're very, very bad hosts," he murmurs, grinning against Luke's cheek before pressing a kiss to it. He rolls his hips against his boyfriend's to make his point, letting out a low and exceptionally indecent chuckle. "But then again, I suppose we've already scarred one of our dear friends out there; what's another, in the grand scheme of things? Sometimes sacrifices just have to be made for the greater good."
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Luke Garroway, for example, is an enormous distraction.
When Luke is touching him likes this, fingertips brushing lightly over his sensitive skin and lips pressing against his throat, Reid feels like everything is enhanced in some way, as if his boyfriend is leaving a trail of sparks as he makes his way down the length of Reid's neck. A shiver shoots up his spine, leaving a pleasant tingling sensation behind as his knees buckle a little against the counter, and he can't help but laugh. Nothing's funny and yet, everything is, because this isn't a side of himself that Reid had even known existed.
He'd been capable of loving someone, he'd been aware of that much. He's capable of lusting after someone, of feeling pleasure when being touched by the right person, of craving someone's presence; but to belong to someone like he does to Luke, that's new. Nobody else will ever elicit this kind of reaction out of him. In fact, if he has his way, nobody else will ever have the chance to lay their hands on him like this, and even if Darrow does tear them apart, Reid knows his heart will always be with Luke. They make the kinds of promises each other that people in this city probably shouldn't, but neither of them care. Neither of them want to acknowledge the boundaries that exist because that means they can't be free with each other; and Reid has never felt freer in his life.
"We're very, very bad hosts," he murmurs, grinning against Luke's cheek before pressing a kiss to it. He rolls his hips against his boyfriend's to make his point, letting out a low and exceptionally indecent chuckle. "But then again, I suppose we've already scarred one of our dear friends out there; what's another, in the grand scheme of things? Sometimes sacrifices just have to be made for the greater good."