There are no words that can properly describe what Luke does to him, not really. Reid's tried to come up with them before, most often while simultaneously trying to recover from a particularly remarkable session of sex, not that they aren't all remarkable. Still, there are those time when Luke has him bent over, fingers tugging at his hair, or when his body is pressed against the cool tile in the shower, or when they're like this, that Reid struggles to think of all the things he wants to say. It's just not that he's aroused by Luke, their physical connection is beyond that, but that's the thing of it--Reid doesn't know whether anyone's really been able to capture what it means to feel so wholly encompassed in love and passion, not even the world's greatest poets or storytellers, because he can't even think of a suitable comparison based on things he's already read.

The conclusion he's come to is that what he and Luke share is all their own, that he can't pull a description for it out of a book because nobody else could possibly understand what it means to be Luke Garroway and Spencer Reid, together and in love. This is theirs, this love and connection they have, and that alone makes Reid feel the sort of elation nobody else will ever be able to influence in him. He's been happy before, but he's never felt like this. He's never felt so complete, like he'd been missing something all along but the void had been filled once he'd met Luke. For a time, he'd thought Maeve would be the one to be his anchor, to be the person he could tether himself to so he could come back from anything, but he realizes now that what he can't compare her to Luke. The relationships had been very different, both of them very special... but this, what he has now, is something else altogether.

Sometimes it's actually frustrating, to have to tell someone something as simple as Luke makes him happy because that doesn't even begin to scratch at the surface of how much his boyfriend has changed his life. Reid doesn't know where he'd be right now if not for Luke, but he's fairly confident he wouldn't be here, at Kagura, bouncing on his boyfriend's cock and tightening his ass as much as he can to encourage Luke to come. More than likely, he'd be at the office, his nose buried in files, and he wouldn't have thought anything of it. Any mention of Valentine's Day would have been met with the history of the occasion--though in fairness, he'd already delivered that speech to Luke once this weekend already, he hadn't been able to help himself--and Reid wouldn't be planning to bring up one of the most important conversations they're likely to have about their relationship.

So much about this weekend is so important to him, he doesn't want anything to jeopardize it, and nothing will. He's dedicated to that, he refuses to allow anything like fear or nerves to get in the way of what he wants to discuss. By the end of today, he and Luke will have come to a decision about their future.

Letting out a cry of pleasure as Luke's cock reaches the perfect spot inside him, Reid leans forward, pressing his hands against his boyfriend's chest. "Luke," he groans, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead and disappearing into Luke's chest hair, "god, you feel-- You're so--" He's in no state to speak, neither of them really are, and he can feel himself tiring but he pushes through. He has to, he wants to Luke to come inside him, wants to finish this with finger-shaped bruises on his hips, and he leans down to run his tongue up the length of Luke's scar, up Luke's neck until he's nibbling lightly at Luke's earlobe. "Come for me," he whispers, "I want you to come for me."