At the sound of Reid's voice, the truncated sentences, the way he can't quite speak, Luke almost laughs out of sheer delight and affection. There's something so sweet about it, so unlike his boyfriend any other time, when he can find anything to say and has some interesting fact about nearly any topic someone can bring up, but in this moment, when they're together, he's speechless and yet still tries to find the right words. It makes Luke's chest tighten with love, warmth rushing through him, and his lips twitch into a smile, but he can't quite manage a laugh. Not when Reid is riding him like this, when he's leaning forward and using his tongue across the scar on Luke's chest. His fingers tighten on Reid's hips and he doesn't want to hurt him, but he can't pull back either, he can't stop himself from holding onto Reid so tightly. All he wants to do is be close to him, all he wants to do is stay here and continue on like this and forget about everything else they might ever have to think about. It isn't possible, not forever, not long term, but for now, for this weekend, nothing exists beyond this room.
When Reid leans toward, when Luke can feel his boyfriend's teeth against his ear, he gasps and slides his hands up, finally releasing Reid's hips. His hands roam over his back, sliding over sweat slicked skin until he's able to wrap both his arms around Reid and pull him closer, crushing their bodies together so there's nothing at all left between them, not even the slightest space or bit of air. His hips keep rolling up, thrusting into Reid, and he's groaning now, possibly loud enough to be heard out in the hall, but Luke is gone, he's forgotten anyone else even exists, and whatever might be beyond their bed doesn't matter to him at all. He's so close to coming and with Reid pressed this close to him, it's only a matter of moments before he can't hold off any longer.
Against his chest, he can feel Reid's heart beating, not quite as quickly as his own, but still fast, still hammering there behind his breastbone. And he can hear the pulse in his throat, he can listen to every panting breath that whooshes in and out of Reid's lungs, and Luke knows he's never loved anyone this way. Everything about him is perfect as far as Luke is concerned, every last detail of who he is and the way he's made up, the physical components that have created this man. Luke wants nothing more than to just stay wrapped around him, drowning in the scents and the smells that make him who he is. His eyes are squeezed shut tight and he's gasping for air himself, groaning against Reid's shoulder as sweat rolls down his temple and into his beard.
Those whispered words are more than enough. Luke's hips thrust up once more, pressing his cock into the heat of Reid's body, and then he's coming with a cry, a sound that's nearly Reid's name, a strangled, choked off noise that barely makes it out of his throat. "Spencer," he breathes, managing a full word with the second attempt, and his arms tighten around his boyfriend, holding him close, keeping him there as he buries himself into him, coming with the rolling sort of pleasure he'd really never felt before this relationship. He feels frozen like this, breathless and unable to move, but if he has to be frozen in any position, this really is by far the best, wrapped up in everything that makes Reid who he is. He's warm and trembling and Luke lets out a long, shuddering breath and buries his nose in the curls at the back of Reid's skull.
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When Reid leans toward, when Luke can feel his boyfriend's teeth against his ear, he gasps and slides his hands up, finally releasing Reid's hips. His hands roam over his back, sliding over sweat slicked skin until he's able to wrap both his arms around Reid and pull him closer, crushing their bodies together so there's nothing at all left between them, not even the slightest space or bit of air. His hips keep rolling up, thrusting into Reid, and he's groaning now, possibly loud enough to be heard out in the hall, but Luke is gone, he's forgotten anyone else even exists, and whatever might be beyond their bed doesn't matter to him at all. He's so close to coming and with Reid pressed this close to him, it's only a matter of moments before he can't hold off any longer.
Against his chest, he can feel Reid's heart beating, not quite as quickly as his own, but still fast, still hammering there behind his breastbone. And he can hear the pulse in his throat, he can listen to every panting breath that whooshes in and out of Reid's lungs, and Luke knows he's never loved anyone this way. Everything about him is perfect as far as Luke is concerned, every last detail of who he is and the way he's made up, the physical components that have created this man. Luke wants nothing more than to just stay wrapped around him, drowning in the scents and the smells that make him who he is. His eyes are squeezed shut tight and he's gasping for air himself, groaning against Reid's shoulder as sweat rolls down his temple and into his beard.
Those whispered words are more than enough. Luke's hips thrust up once more, pressing his cock into the heat of Reid's body, and then he's coming with a cry, a sound that's nearly Reid's name, a strangled, choked off noise that barely makes it out of his throat. "Spencer," he breathes, managing a full word with the second attempt, and his arms tighten around his boyfriend, holding him close, keeping him there as he buries himself into him, coming with the rolling sort of pleasure he'd really never felt before this relationship. He feels frozen like this, breathless and unable to move, but if he has to be frozen in any position, this really is by far the best, wrapped up in everything that makes Reid who he is. He's warm and trembling and Luke lets out a long, shuddering breath and buries his nose in the curls at the back of Reid's skull.