Given the way he'd lived, more or less celibate for a good number of years before coming to Darrow, Luke had never really spent much time exploring what he likes and what he doesn't. When the prospect of an intimate relationship with Reid had first come up, he'd admittedly been a little nervous simply because he didn't really know what he liked, he didn't know what was going to be good, what he might do to Reid that would make him feel good. But he should have known better, because right from the start there's only ever been trust between them. The first time he'd accidentally revealed himself to Reid as a werewolf, instead of running or telling Luke he couldn't be around him anymore, he'd stayed and he'd let Luke explain. The trust necessary for something like that is incredible and there are times when Luke wonders if that's the moment when he first began to fall in love with Reid. It had certainly been the first time in a very long time that he had felt like someone accepted him for who he was, regardless of his affliction, and that trust has extended into every aspect of their relationship. There never needed to be any fear, never any worry, and when he had realized that, he'd felt so much more free.
Free to tell Reid what he wants, free to explore and experiment, trying things he's never tried before, free to tell Reid what works for him. Right now he can't exactly speak, but he can moan and he does so quite enthusiastically when Reid grips his hair and thrusts into his mouth. There are times when being a werewolf seems to make him feel as if he needs to be in charge, there's a very dominant part of his personality that comes through when they're being intimate, but this is something he absolutely loves. When Reid takes over like this, when his body simply responds to whatever Luke is doing, regardless of what that response it, he feels the pleasure and electricity of it running the entire length of his body. It ripples through him, running down his spine and going straight to his dick, which he rubs against the bed again, knowing even if Reid does absolutely nothing but lie here after Luke has brought him to orgasm, it will be more then enough. Just the heat of his body, the feel of his muscles shifting under his skin, that's all Luke will ever need.
At times he feels a little bit like a teenager, finding himself in the first really incredible sexual relationship of his life, although the extent to which their connection is incredible extends far beyond the physical. But when he and Reid are together like this, rolling around together in bed, he feels almost playful and giddy with the knowledge that he and Reid are here and as happy as they are. He's never had anything like this and for the first time it feels like he's being given the chance for something long since missed out on. That he's getting to experience it with someone as good for him as Reid makes it all that much more special.
With another pleased little noise made low in his throat, he continues to bob his head, his hand squeezing Reid's balls a little firmer, massaging him as he sucks harder. There's no rush -- except that someone will be at their door eventually with breakfast -- but he loves knowing that what he does is pleasurable to Reid and he loves knowing, if they want to, he can get Reid off rather quickly, which he thinks is simply a sign of how turned on they are by each other. There are days when Reid barely has to touch him before Luke is biting down hard on his lip and doing everything he can to think of things that aren't remotely sexy so that he can last just a little while longer. In that way, too, he feels so much younger than he really is, struggling to keep himself from coming too soon whenever Reid touches him, and it's one more thing he knows is nothing to be embarrassed by. He doesn't have to hide anything here or pretend to be something he's not or struggle to be anything but what he is, which is as much of a turn on as anything else.
He wants to taste Reid, he wants the scent of him on the air and he flicks he gaze up, staring along the length of Reid's body so he can watch. He wants to see Reid's face when he comes, wants to feel every last shudder and sigh that goes through him.
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Free to tell Reid what he wants, free to explore and experiment, trying things he's never tried before, free to tell Reid what works for him. Right now he can't exactly speak, but he can moan and he does so quite enthusiastically when Reid grips his hair and thrusts into his mouth. There are times when being a werewolf seems to make him feel as if he needs to be in charge, there's a very dominant part of his personality that comes through when they're being intimate, but this is something he absolutely loves. When Reid takes over like this, when his body simply responds to whatever Luke is doing, regardless of what that response it, he feels the pleasure and electricity of it running the entire length of his body. It ripples through him, running down his spine and going straight to his dick, which he rubs against the bed again, knowing even if Reid does absolutely nothing but lie here after Luke has brought him to orgasm, it will be more then enough. Just the heat of his body, the feel of his muscles shifting under his skin, that's all Luke will ever need.
At times he feels a little bit like a teenager, finding himself in the first really incredible sexual relationship of his life, although the extent to which their connection is incredible extends far beyond the physical. But when he and Reid are together like this, rolling around together in bed, he feels almost playful and giddy with the knowledge that he and Reid are here and as happy as they are. He's never had anything like this and for the first time it feels like he's being given the chance for something long since missed out on. That he's getting to experience it with someone as good for him as Reid makes it all that much more special.
With another pleased little noise made low in his throat, he continues to bob his head, his hand squeezing Reid's balls a little firmer, massaging him as he sucks harder. There's no rush -- except that someone will be at their door eventually with breakfast -- but he loves knowing that what he does is pleasurable to Reid and he loves knowing, if they want to, he can get Reid off rather quickly, which he thinks is simply a sign of how turned on they are by each other. There are days when Reid barely has to touch him before Luke is biting down hard on his lip and doing everything he can to think of things that aren't remotely sexy so that he can last just a little while longer. In that way, too, he feels so much younger than he really is, struggling to keep himself from coming too soon whenever Reid touches him, and it's one more thing he knows is nothing to be embarrassed by. He doesn't have to hide anything here or pretend to be something he's not or struggle to be anything but what he is, which is as much of a turn on as anything else.
He wants to taste Reid, he wants the scent of him on the air and he flicks he gaze up, staring along the length of Reid's body so he can watch. He wants to see Reid's face when he comes, wants to feel every last shudder and sigh that goes through him.