Luke doesn't know what it is, if it's the talk about marriage or just simply the fact that they're here and together and in love, but whatever the case, he feels it burning through him, completely out of his control. He wouldn't refer to it as being a negative in any means, but he does feel a little beyond what he's ever felt before, the sensation of being needy and too warm and desperate for Reid in every possible way. He's felt like this before, he's wanted Reid more than he's ever wanted anyone before in his life, but this is a new sensation. This is something that feels out of his control not unlike his experiences with the moon and Luke shivers helplessly at the onslaught of Reid's words, the way they seem to land like actual physical pinpricks of electricity against his skin.
If asked to describe this, he isn't sure he'd be able to. He's felt this way before, only with Reid, but it's somehow more. Bigger and stronger and more overwhelming, like his control has been stripped, like he's at the mercy of the basest parts of himself, and all he can do is be thankful that Reid truly doesn't seem to mind. There are so many times during their relationship that Luke has felt like Reid is introducing him to something new, something previously unknown, something wonderful that's just been waiting until the two of them meet, but this is exceptional. It's like he's been broken open, everything inside him that loves Reid exposed to the air, sensitive and wanting.
Desperate to speak, to tell Reid how amazing that sounds, how badly he wants this, Luke finds himself completely speechless, incapable of saying a single word. His mouth falls open, his lips parting, but no intelligible sound comes out, just a desperate little whimper as Reid's tongue sweeps over his nipple. Letting his hands roam, his fingers press against Reid's skin, massaging into his muscles and his entire body arches off the bed, lifting and pressing closer and seeking as much skin on skin contact as he can possibly get. He feels like he's going to burn up, like he's about to go to pieces under Reid's lips and fingers and promises.
"It's not just talking about marriage," he finally manages to gasp. "It's you. Just you. Always you." Whatever else is working in their favour right now, that will always be true. There's never been anyone else who's made him feel this way, no one else who's touched him like this, who's made him feel this good, this mindless. It takes every bit of Luke's self restraint not to just grab Reid and flip him over in the bed, but he very much meant what he'd said and he wants to feel his boyfriend inside him today. Now, if possible. There's preparation they have to do, of course, he knows they'll have to take things slow, but he's done whatever he can to make sure, when the time comes that, it won't be quite so difficult and he hopes it's going to prove to have paid off today.
"God," he breathes, running his hands down Reid's back, over the curve of his ass. "Please, please..." He doesn't even realize he's begging, the words whispered into the air as his back arches again.
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If asked to describe this, he isn't sure he'd be able to. He's felt this way before, only with Reid, but it's somehow more. Bigger and stronger and more overwhelming, like his control has been stripped, like he's at the mercy of the basest parts of himself, and all he can do is be thankful that Reid truly doesn't seem to mind. There are so many times during their relationship that Luke has felt like Reid is introducing him to something new, something previously unknown, something wonderful that's just been waiting until the two of them meet, but this is exceptional. It's like he's been broken open, everything inside him that loves Reid exposed to the air, sensitive and wanting.
Desperate to speak, to tell Reid how amazing that sounds, how badly he wants this, Luke finds himself completely speechless, incapable of saying a single word. His mouth falls open, his lips parting, but no intelligible sound comes out, just a desperate little whimper as Reid's tongue sweeps over his nipple. Letting his hands roam, his fingers press against Reid's skin, massaging into his muscles and his entire body arches off the bed, lifting and pressing closer and seeking as much skin on skin contact as he can possibly get. He feels like he's going to burn up, like he's about to go to pieces under Reid's lips and fingers and promises.
"It's not just talking about marriage," he finally manages to gasp. "It's you. Just you. Always you." Whatever else is working in their favour right now, that will always be true. There's never been anyone else who's made him feel this way, no one else who's touched him like this, who's made him feel this good, this mindless. It takes every bit of Luke's self restraint not to just grab Reid and flip him over in the bed, but he very much meant what he'd said and he wants to feel his boyfriend inside him today. Now, if possible. There's preparation they have to do, of course, he knows they'll have to take things slow, but he's done whatever he can to make sure, when the time comes that, it won't be quite so difficult and he hopes it's going to prove to have paid off today.
"God," he breathes, running his hands down Reid's back, over the curve of his ass. "Please, please..." He doesn't even realize he's begging, the words whispered into the air as his back arches again.