Even though he's moving in a slow, languid sort of way, his limbs and muscles obviously exhausted -- which makes Luke feel especially proud of himself -- Reid still manages to control the situation and Luke finds himself wriggling up the bed, flipping onto his back and kissing his boyfriend happily all without the slightest hesitation. He's incredibly hard, but he would have been happy enough to stroke himself, to bring himself to orgasm, to let Reid simply watch him instead, but it's clear Reid is having none of that. There probably isn't much time left before their breakfast is delivered and Luke doesn't want anyone coming into their room and catching even the slightest glimpse of Reid naked -- because he's a little possessive, he knows this, and he wants Reid all to himself no matter what -- but there's no refusing this. There's no refusing his incredible boyfriend, there's no refusing what he's proposing and Luke thinks if he even did manage some kind of half-hearted protest, one he really wouldn't feel at all, Reid would just smile and convince him it was a good idea with only the slightest movement of his body.
"Spencer," he murmurs, just watching him for a moment, watching the way Reid's face changes as he presses his fingers into his own ass. Luke's hands reach for him, gliding over his skin, over his hips, the curve of his ass, and he reaches further back, touching Reid's hand, feeling the way his fingers are moving into his body, preparing himself, and it makes Luke's cock grow harder still. A soft whine escapes him, a sound he hadn't intended on making, and he'd be embarrassed, but it's only a sign of how badly he wants Reid, how much he enjoys being with him. His boyfriend is astonishingly sexy and he does things to Luke that he hasn't felt in a very long time, brings out parts of him Luke had long considered buried and left behind. Now, when they're together, he's never been so glad to be so wrong about something in his life, he's never been so pleased to find some hidden part of himself he thought he'd forgotten.
"I think if you keep doing what you're doing, it won't take much," Luke answers when Reid asks if he thinks they have enough time. It's meant to be a joke and his lips pull up into a smile, but the humour in his expression is cut off abruptly when Reid lifts his body and then sinks down onto his cock. He's suddenly engulfed in heat, tight muscles wrapped around his cock, the slick feeling of Reid's skin sliding against him, and he groans, his hands tightening on Reid's hips and just holding onto him for a moment. He needs to ground himself, to give himself a moment and remind himself where they are. Maybe there is a bit of a race against the clock, but he doesn't need to give up that easily.
Luke's eyes open again a moment later and using the leverage he has on Reid's hips, he rolls his own, thrusting deeper into the heat of his body. There's not going to be any doubt that'll beat the clock, not when Reid is so utterly gorgeous as he is now, riding Luke's cock, his skin covered with a thin sheen of sweat and his hair hanging on his eyes. It makes Luke want to touch him everywhere, kiss him everywhere, but he feels frozen, too, stunned to silence by what he sees and all he can do is moan and grip Reid's hips harder, thrusting into his body, setting a steady rhythm he knows is going to get him off before too long.
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"Spencer," he murmurs, just watching him for a moment, watching the way Reid's face changes as he presses his fingers into his own ass. Luke's hands reach for him, gliding over his skin, over his hips, the curve of his ass, and he reaches further back, touching Reid's hand, feeling the way his fingers are moving into his body, preparing himself, and it makes Luke's cock grow harder still. A soft whine escapes him, a sound he hadn't intended on making, and he'd be embarrassed, but it's only a sign of how badly he wants Reid, how much he enjoys being with him. His boyfriend is astonishingly sexy and he does things to Luke that he hasn't felt in a very long time, brings out parts of him Luke had long considered buried and left behind. Now, when they're together, he's never been so glad to be so wrong about something in his life, he's never been so pleased to find some hidden part of himself he thought he'd forgotten.
"I think if you keep doing what you're doing, it won't take much," Luke answers when Reid asks if he thinks they have enough time. It's meant to be a joke and his lips pull up into a smile, but the humour in his expression is cut off abruptly when Reid lifts his body and then sinks down onto his cock. He's suddenly engulfed in heat, tight muscles wrapped around his cock, the slick feeling of Reid's skin sliding against him, and he groans, his hands tightening on Reid's hips and just holding onto him for a moment. He needs to ground himself, to give himself a moment and remind himself where they are. Maybe there is a bit of a race against the clock, but he doesn't need to give up that easily.
Luke's eyes open again a moment later and using the leverage he has on Reid's hips, he rolls his own, thrusting deeper into the heat of his body. There's not going to be any doubt that'll beat the clock, not when Reid is so utterly gorgeous as he is now, riding Luke's cock, his skin covered with a thin sheen of sweat and his hair hanging on his eyes. It makes Luke want to touch him everywhere, kiss him everywhere, but he feels frozen, too, stunned to silence by what he sees and all he can do is moan and grip Reid's hips harder, thrusting into his body, setting a steady rhythm he knows is going to get him off before too long.