Luke is fairly certain he's never going to recover. As he lies on the bed, the aftershocks of his orgasm still rolling through him, his cock sensitive where Reid has only just had his mouth, his body still absolutely tingling with pleasure, he thinks he could probably die as a result of something like this because what Reid does to him, how he makes him feel, it's absolutely perfect. His muscles are completely exhausted, wrung out and spent, but he also knows it isn't going to last forever. Even as he thinks he'll never recover, he knows he will, because the very thought of Reid taking him over to that desk is enough to make another little shiver of pleasure ripple through his body. There's going to be a little bit longer recovery time, he's going to need more than just a moment, but Luke also knows it isn't that far off and the very thought makes him feel like he's never felt before.
He's never done anything like that, not with anyone, and it doesn't come as a surprise to him that Reid is the only person he's ever going to trust with something like this. It feels a little bit like giving himself over entirely, opening himself up to a completely new experience, and of course it's Reid he's going to do this with. No one else could even come close because no one else has ever loved him like this. He's always been a bit of a romantic and he's always wanted the sort of relationship that seems to defy words, but he's a realist, too. Luke has wanted the fairy tale romance, but expected a more pragmatic sort of relationship, one where things are discussed and the reality of every day life makes the other things just a little bit less romantic, but what he had never quite bargained for was a man like Reid. Someone with whom he could have both that romance and the every day life things, yet never have one make the other any less important. In fact, with Reid, talking about work and their apartment and whether or not they should start saving a little bit more in case Alec or Isabelle were to ever need some help financially makes everything else better. He'd never realized that such a thing could be true.
When Reid speaks, Luke finds himself laughing, a low rumble that starts low in his chest and builds. It's not a hysterical sort of laugh, it isn't even very loud, but it's a reflection of how good he feels in this moment as he reaches down and smooths his hands over the back of Reid's neck and across the expanse of his shoulders. He feels like home given physical form, the safest Luke has ever felt, the most content he's ever been, and somehow the only way he has to communicate these feelings in this moment is this low laughter he can't quite control.
"It isn't going to take very long with you speaking to me like that," he murmurs and already he can feel the spark of arousal growing inside him. Even if his body isn't quite ready to respond yet, he feels it, like he's felt it all morning, almost as if he's unable control it, but he doesn't think Reid particularly minds. In fact, he think the fact that they've done almost nothing today but have sex is something the two of them should be rather proud of. That they've also had a serious conversation about marriage only cements the idea in Luke's mind that they should spend the rest of the day having sex to celebrate what they've both already known for some time, it seems. That they want to spend the rest of their lives together.
"Come here," he murmurs, holding his arms out toward Reid, because he knows having his boyfriend in his arms and being able to feel the hard press of his cock against his hip is going to more than help Luke get where he needs to be for them to get up and move away from the bed. "You're incredible, Spencer. I love you so much."
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He's never done anything like that, not with anyone, and it doesn't come as a surprise to him that Reid is the only person he's ever going to trust with something like this. It feels a little bit like giving himself over entirely, opening himself up to a completely new experience, and of course it's Reid he's going to do this with. No one else could even come close because no one else has ever loved him like this. He's always been a bit of a romantic and he's always wanted the sort of relationship that seems to defy words, but he's a realist, too. Luke has wanted the fairy tale romance, but expected a more pragmatic sort of relationship, one where things are discussed and the reality of every day life makes the other things just a little bit less romantic, but what he had never quite bargained for was a man like Reid. Someone with whom he could have both that romance and the every day life things, yet never have one make the other any less important. In fact, with Reid, talking about work and their apartment and whether or not they should start saving a little bit more in case Alec or Isabelle were to ever need some help financially makes everything else better. He'd never realized that such a thing could be true.
When Reid speaks, Luke finds himself laughing, a low rumble that starts low in his chest and builds. It's not a hysterical sort of laugh, it isn't even very loud, but it's a reflection of how good he feels in this moment as he reaches down and smooths his hands over the back of Reid's neck and across the expanse of his shoulders. He feels like home given physical form, the safest Luke has ever felt, the most content he's ever been, and somehow the only way he has to communicate these feelings in this moment is this low laughter he can't quite control.
"It isn't going to take very long with you speaking to me like that," he murmurs and already he can feel the spark of arousal growing inside him. Even if his body isn't quite ready to respond yet, he feels it, like he's felt it all morning, almost as if he's unable control it, but he doesn't think Reid particularly minds. In fact, he think the fact that they've done almost nothing today but have sex is something the two of them should be rather proud of. That they've also had a serious conversation about marriage only cements the idea in Luke's mind that they should spend the rest of the day having sex to celebrate what they've both already known for some time, it seems. That they want to spend the rest of their lives together.
"Come here," he murmurs, holding his arms out toward Reid, because he knows having his boyfriend in his arms and being able to feel the hard press of his cock against his hip is going to more than help Luke get where he needs to be for them to get up and move away from the bed. "You're incredible, Spencer. I love you so much."