The feel of Reid's cock pressing against his ass causes Luke to freeze, not because it's intrusive or unwelcome, but because even just that, that simple feeling, it's more than enough to cause a rush of burning arousal through his body, more than enough to remind him about what's about to happen. He shivers deeply, all the muscles along his back tensing and then relaxing suddenly as Reid presses him down closer to the desk. Before becoming a werewolf, Luke's romantic relationships had basically been nonexistent, there had been just one girl, another Shadowhunter, that he'd been physically intimate with, and so there are times when he wonders if part of who he is in bed is due to being a werewolf. He's always been a dominant man without ever trying to be and there are times when he's wondered if that's just because of this thing that had happened to him, if he's unable to give over control to people because of the wolf inside him that still wants to be an alpha. He's only ever been this man when it comes to physical relationships and it's only now with Reid that he's found himself able to explore other options and remind himself he wasn't always this way.
With Reid, it's so easy to just give up control. It's astonishing, really, how simple it is for him to turn his head and rest his cheek against the smooth, cool desktop and just wait. He remembers the night of the super moon, how he'd felt like nothing could ever satisfy him but Reid, how he'd wanted to just take him and feel his warmth and own him in every possible way. There had been a possessiveness about him and he knows he never would have allowed himself to follow that if Reid hadn't been comfortable with him, he knows he never would have really allowed it to come out, but Reid had trusted him and so Luke had been able to be himself. He's always thought of himself as a leader, an alpha, and now, in this moment, he finds it's so easy to just forget that all and hand himself over to Reid completely.
He can submit. He can give himself over in a way he's never known before. Nothing about Reid's ability to surprise him should surprise him anymore and he laughs a little, though the sound slides into a groan as he feels Reid's slick fingers pressing against his ass. They're rubbing against him and it feels different than how Reid's tongue had felt, but no less amazing and he moans softly, pressing back against Reid. It's going to be slow going, he can feel that already, but it doesn't matter. There's a part of him that thinks he could do this all day, just be here with Reid and let him press his fingers slowly into his ass, preparing him for everything else that's to come and in a second he realizes he can't do this all day because he needs everything else. He needs to feel Reid inside him in the most intimate way possible.
"Spencer," he breathes, another shiver running through him. He can feel goosebumps chasing across his skin, over his back, his arms, everywhere his skin is exposed to the air. The hotel room is kept cool enough, which is a benefit to them right now, given how physical they've been and how much they're planning on doing, but right now it makes Luke feel like everything is conflicting. His skin is cool where Reid isn't pressed up against him, but he's warm everywhere else, on fire where Reid's hand is on his back, warm where his finger is slowly thrusting into him, working him open. "God, Spencer, you... I can't wait. I can't wait to feel you."
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With Reid, it's so easy to just give up control. It's astonishing, really, how simple it is for him to turn his head and rest his cheek against the smooth, cool desktop and just wait. He remembers the night of the super moon, how he'd felt like nothing could ever satisfy him but Reid, how he'd wanted to just take him and feel his warmth and own him in every possible way. There had been a possessiveness about him and he knows he never would have allowed himself to follow that if Reid hadn't been comfortable with him, he knows he never would have really allowed it to come out, but Reid had trusted him and so Luke had been able to be himself. He's always thought of himself as a leader, an alpha, and now, in this moment, he finds it's so easy to just forget that all and hand himself over to Reid completely.
He can submit. He can give himself over in a way he's never known before. Nothing about Reid's ability to surprise him should surprise him anymore and he laughs a little, though the sound slides into a groan as he feels Reid's slick fingers pressing against his ass. They're rubbing against him and it feels different than how Reid's tongue had felt, but no less amazing and he moans softly, pressing back against Reid. It's going to be slow going, he can feel that already, but it doesn't matter. There's a part of him that thinks he could do this all day, just be here with Reid and let him press his fingers slowly into his ass, preparing him for everything else that's to come and in a second he realizes he can't do this all day because he needs everything else. He needs to feel Reid inside him in the most intimate way possible.
"Spencer," he breathes, another shiver running through him. He can feel goosebumps chasing across his skin, over his back, his arms, everywhere his skin is exposed to the air. The hotel room is kept cool enough, which is a benefit to them right now, given how physical they've been and how much they're planning on doing, but right now it makes Luke feel like everything is conflicting. His skin is cool where Reid isn't pressed up against him, but he's warm everywhere else, on fire where Reid's hand is on his back, warm where his finger is slowly thrusting into him, working him open. "God, Spencer, you... I can't wait. I can't wait to feel you."