When Luke reaches for him, Reid moves without even thinking at all. It only ever seems to be the natural thing to do, gravitate toward his boyfriend no matter the circumstances. It's been like that from the very beginning, it's how they'd met, practically crashing into each other in front of that cafe, almost as if it was fate, if Reid believed fate actually existed. He doesn't, even in Darrow, but he also doesn't think it's any less romantic to believe that it isn't some overwhelming force that's brought them together. They're here because they'd made it here themselves, despite their own personal fears of rejection and past experiences, they'd still found their way to this particular love story they share. Sometimes it feels so unreal, the path they'd taken, like it's nothing something that should've happened to him because it seems too good to be true.
Yet here they are, their bodies pressed against each other, and Reid groans as his cock presses against Luke's hip, unable to stop himself from grinding against him. Dropping his forehead down to Luke's shoulder, he pecks at his boyfriend's chest, fingertips tracing lightly over the silvery scars Reid has had memorized since the first night they'd made love. There's no part of Luke's body he doesn't love, no part he doesn't want to explore more, just to make sure he's paying as much attention as possible to each spot that deserves it. All he wants is to make sure Luke feels good, appreciated and cherished, to make sure that there's never a flicker of doubt that there's nobody else Reid could ever want. His heart, all the love that comes with it, that's reserved strictly for Luke. He's loved before, they both have, but he knows it's never been like this for either of them. What they've found together doesn't make any other relationship they've had less special or important, not in the slightest, and they've always had a healthy mutual respect for each other's pasts; but Reid thinks they're still both very aware of just how strong their love is. It's not fleeting, it won't fade.
This is it. For both them, this is it, and Reid had come to that conclusion awhile ago but there's something about knowing that one day, he'll be able to call this man his husband that sets a spark of intense pleasure in him. The spark sends a shiver through him, makes him whimper as he lifts his head just slightly to nip at Luke's collarbone as he rolls his hips desperately, needing more than just the feel of his cock against Luke's skin to sustain him. He knows his boyfriend still needs to recover, somewhere in the back of his mind, he understands that; but the carnal need to do something about how hard he is won't slow and all Reid can think about is what it'll be like to finally fuck the incredible man beneath him.
"I love you, too," he manages to say, his voice wavering, every last inch of his body seemingly tense and trembling with his arousal. "I love every last part of you and what you do to me, do you see what you do to me?" Reid rolls his hips again to make his point, ghosting his lips over Luke's skin as he blindly reaches for the lube that had been used just before breakfast had arrived. If his boyfriend isn't ready to take steps toward another round yet, that's perfectly fine, Reid understand. He just wants to be prepared for the moment Luke is ready because right now, he feels like his skin is on fire from how badly he wants to be inside of Luke. It's close to overwhelming, and he doesn't want to be too pushy but for all that he wants to be patient, Reid's simply finding it easier said than done.
"Let's move," he says, lifting his eyes to meet Luke's. "Can we do that? I want to see you bent over for me."
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Yet here they are, their bodies pressed against each other, and Reid groans as his cock presses against Luke's hip, unable to stop himself from grinding against him. Dropping his forehead down to Luke's shoulder, he pecks at his boyfriend's chest, fingertips tracing lightly over the silvery scars Reid has had memorized since the first night they'd made love. There's no part of Luke's body he doesn't love, no part he doesn't want to explore more, just to make sure he's paying as much attention as possible to each spot that deserves it. All he wants is to make sure Luke feels good, appreciated and cherished, to make sure that there's never a flicker of doubt that there's nobody else Reid could ever want. His heart, all the love that comes with it, that's reserved strictly for Luke. He's loved before, they both have, but he knows it's never been like this for either of them. What they've found together doesn't make any other relationship they've had less special or important, not in the slightest, and they've always had a healthy mutual respect for each other's pasts; but Reid thinks they're still both very aware of just how strong their love is. It's not fleeting, it won't fade.
This is it. For both them, this is it, and Reid had come to that conclusion awhile ago but there's something about knowing that one day, he'll be able to call this man his husband that sets a spark of intense pleasure in him. The spark sends a shiver through him, makes him whimper as he lifts his head just slightly to nip at Luke's collarbone as he rolls his hips desperately, needing more than just the feel of his cock against Luke's skin to sustain him. He knows his boyfriend still needs to recover, somewhere in the back of his mind, he understands that; but the carnal need to do something about how hard he is won't slow and all Reid can think about is what it'll be like to finally fuck the incredible man beneath him.
"I love you, too," he manages to say, his voice wavering, every last inch of his body seemingly tense and trembling with his arousal. "I love every last part of you and what you do to me, do you see what you do to me?" Reid rolls his hips again to make his point, ghosting his lips over Luke's skin as he blindly reaches for the lube that had been used just before breakfast had arrived. If his boyfriend isn't ready to take steps toward another round yet, that's perfectly fine, Reid understand. He just wants to be prepared for the moment Luke is ready because right now, he feels like his skin is on fire from how badly he wants to be inside of Luke. It's close to overwhelming, and he doesn't want to be too pushy but for all that he wants to be patient, Reid's simply finding it easier said than done.
"Let's move," he says, lifting his eyes to meet Luke's. "Can we do that? I want to see you bent over for me."