He's heard Luke plead like that before, they both seem to have a talent for always making each other want more, which Reid is certain will always be the case. That their physical relationship hasn't become routine or monotonous is something to be glad for, though he's never really given much thought to just how important a healthy sex life would be to him, personally. It's a huge factor in many relationships, some studies even argue that couples who have sex at least several times a week are happier than those that don't, and Reid would be prone to say that even without their intimacy, he and Luke would still be happy but the fact is that he doesn't have to say that. They make love passionately and often, which may come as a surprise to other people, but Reid isn't worried about other people.
All that matters to him when it comes to sex is that he's making Luke feel as good as possible. Hearing his boyfriend beg, watching the needy arch of his back and the way his cock disappears into Luke's ass with every thrust, all of it only serves to want to give more, to give every last bit of himself in the name of making Luke come again. Leaning forward so he can nibble at Luke's earlobe, he uses his free hand to grip Luke's hip, pulling his boyfriend back to meet a harder thrust and doing his best to keep from letting out a gasp out how startlingly amazing that feels. Luke is so tight around him, so warm, and he thrusts again, faster this time and harder still, the slap of skin against skin filling him with satisfaction.
"I love fucking you," he murmurs, his voice wavering in his pleasure, little whimpers escaping from deep within his throat as he squeezes Luke's balls in time with yet another thrust. "I already want to fuck you again. And again and again, god, you feel so good." Reid hadn't known he'd enjoy this so much, it comes a complete surprise because he hadn't quite known what to expect in the first place. To be buried inside Luke, it's unlike nothing he's ever experienced before, and as he nears his orgasm, he's fairly certain that he's seeing stars. His heart is pounding in his chest, his breaths more labored, and Reid lets go of Luke's balls to focus instead on stroking his boyfriend's cock, encouraging him to edge closer to release.
With a strangled moan, muffled against Luke's shoulder, Reid begins to thrust faster, any rhythm he might have initially found now abandoned, and he doesn't know whether this is the right thing to do but it's what he needs. He's so close, his cock is aching with the need to come, but Reid doesn't want to stop until Luke is ready. "I'm close," he says, voice ragged now, "Luke, I'm so close. Need you to come first. I need to feel you come."
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All that matters to him when it comes to sex is that he's making Luke feel as good as possible. Hearing his boyfriend beg, watching the needy arch of his back and the way his cock disappears into Luke's ass with every thrust, all of it only serves to want to give more, to give every last bit of himself in the name of making Luke come again. Leaning forward so he can nibble at Luke's earlobe, he uses his free hand to grip Luke's hip, pulling his boyfriend back to meet a harder thrust and doing his best to keep from letting out a gasp out how startlingly amazing that feels. Luke is so tight around him, so warm, and he thrusts again, faster this time and harder still, the slap of skin against skin filling him with satisfaction.
"I love fucking you," he murmurs, his voice wavering in his pleasure, little whimpers escaping from deep within his throat as he squeezes Luke's balls in time with yet another thrust. "I already want to fuck you again. And again and again, god, you feel so good." Reid hadn't known he'd enjoy this so much, it comes a complete surprise because he hadn't quite known what to expect in the first place. To be buried inside Luke, it's unlike nothing he's ever experienced before, and as he nears his orgasm, he's fairly certain that he's seeing stars. His heart is pounding in his chest, his breaths more labored, and Reid lets go of Luke's balls to focus instead on stroking his boyfriend's cock, encouraging him to edge closer to release.
With a strangled moan, muffled against Luke's shoulder, Reid begins to thrust faster, any rhythm he might have initially found now abandoned, and he doesn't know whether this is the right thing to do but it's what he needs. He's so close, his cock is aching with the need to come, but Reid doesn't want to stop until Luke is ready. "I'm close," he says, voice ragged now, "Luke, I'm so close. Need you to come first. I need to feel you come."