By the time Reid asks him if everything is okay, Luke has genuinely lost all ability to speak. His hands have found their way to the sheets on either side of his body and his fingers are twisted in them so tightly that they've come untucked from around the edges, barely able to anchor him in the way he's looking for them to do. At first it had been Reid's words, the indication that he wants to make use of the desk, which Luke is more than eager to agree to, and would in a second if he were capable of doing anything but lying on the bed with his legs spread, his eyes wide and staring up at the ceiling without really seeing anything at all. There's heat trembling through him, rippling through every last bit of his body, through each limb, down to the tips of his toes and his fingers and even up along his scalp. He can feel his skin practically singing with pleasure, prickling and tingling as his blood rushes south. What Reid is doing is far more than just okay and he opens his mouth to say as much, but the only sound that comes out is a strangled moan.
Wildly, he wonders if Reid truly expects him to be able to speak or if the question is rhetorical, if he's trying to tease Luke, but when he manages to list his head, it looks as if Reid is serious and Luke finally manages something more than a moan, a hoarse laugh slipping out of him. "Spencer, my god," he says and then laughs again, digging his heels into the mattress and spreading his legs wider to better accommodate his boyfriend, because what he's just been doing is possibly the most incredible thing Luke has ever felt. There's nothing about his body that ways he wants Reid to stop and every movement, every shift and arch of his back is only encouragement to go on. "Yes, it's okay. My god, yes, it's more than okay."
He doesn't know what part of his body to pay attention to. Under other circumstances, it might be overwhelming, feeling all this all at once, but Luke is focused enough on the sensation that he's aware he can take this all. All he needs is for Reid to give him what he wants and since his boyfriend has already begun to do exactly that, Luke's quite content to imagine he might feel like this for the rest of the day. Always right on the verge of tumbling over the edge and yet never quite there, brought closer and closer by Reid's talented hands and mouth, his pleasure mounting more and more with each passing moment, but always waiting. Always wanting more. Always knowing what's going to come next, that eventually they're going to move over to that desk and Reid is going to bend him over and take him.
The mere thought pulls another groan rumbling out of Luke and he would beg if he could, but his vocabulary has fled from him again, left him speechless and silent save for the moans Reid is bringing out of him. Hotels are never nearly soundproof enough and if he were more aware of himself, he would make the effort not to be so loud, but everything Reid does to him is driving him out of his mind with pleasure and he's only dimly aware of their surroundings, every last bit of him focused on his own body and the way it feels when Reid touches him.
"You," he gasps, then twitches on the bed, his heels slipping before he digs them in more firmly and manages to anchor himself. "Spencer, god, you make me feel incredible."
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Wildly, he wonders if Reid truly expects him to be able to speak or if the question is rhetorical, if he's trying to tease Luke, but when he manages to list his head, it looks as if Reid is serious and Luke finally manages something more than a moan, a hoarse laugh slipping out of him. "Spencer, my god," he says and then laughs again, digging his heels into the mattress and spreading his legs wider to better accommodate his boyfriend, because what he's just been doing is possibly the most incredible thing Luke has ever felt. There's nothing about his body that ways he wants Reid to stop and every movement, every shift and arch of his back is only encouragement to go on. "Yes, it's okay. My god, yes, it's more than okay."
He doesn't know what part of his body to pay attention to. Under other circumstances, it might be overwhelming, feeling all this all at once, but Luke is focused enough on the sensation that he's aware he can take this all. All he needs is for Reid to give him what he wants and since his boyfriend has already begun to do exactly that, Luke's quite content to imagine he might feel like this for the rest of the day. Always right on the verge of tumbling over the edge and yet never quite there, brought closer and closer by Reid's talented hands and mouth, his pleasure mounting more and more with each passing moment, but always waiting. Always wanting more. Always knowing what's going to come next, that eventually they're going to move over to that desk and Reid is going to bend him over and take him.
The mere thought pulls another groan rumbling out of Luke and he would beg if he could, but his vocabulary has fled from him again, left him speechless and silent save for the moans Reid is bringing out of him. Hotels are never nearly soundproof enough and if he were more aware of himself, he would make the effort not to be so loud, but everything Reid does to him is driving him out of his mind with pleasure and he's only dimly aware of their surroundings, every last bit of him focused on his own body and the way it feels when Reid touches him.
"You," he gasps, then twitches on the bed, his heels slipping before he digs them in more firmly and manages to anchor himself. "Spencer, god, you make me feel incredible."