That's it, that's all it takes, he doesn't even make it to Reid telling him he needs to come first. As soon as he feels Reid's fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts, as soon as he hears Reid murmuring those words -- I love fucking you -- Luke can feel his orgasm building and he knows there's no possible hope of putting it off any longer. How he's managing to come again is entirely beyond him, it feels almost like it's magical, like this place has done something impossible to him, but he can feel it, the familiar and overwhelming ripples of pleasure, the heat that sits low in his belly and builds slowly until it's no longer embers, but a roaring flame, the tightening of the muscles in his thighs and along his spine, everything pulling taut until he feels like he might snap with the tension. His fingers tighten over the edge of the desk, clutching at it tightly, desperately, wishing it could hold him down and anchor him somehow, but he's long gone, crashing toward the edge and then tumbling over under Reid's talented hand.
"Spencer," he groans and his voice is barely recognizable to his ears, a desperate sort of breath more than anything. He's trembling, his entire body is shaking, and then he's coming into Reid's hand, his muscles spasming, tightening, and suddenly Reid feels even bigger inside him, impossibly huge, terribly deep, and all he knows is it's the most wonderful sensation of his life. Reid has taken complete control and the way he's grabbed Luke and hauled him back against him, the way he's stroking his cock now, how deep he feels inside Luke's body, it's all so perfect. He's more than happy to give that control away, to let himself be treated this way, because it feels a little like being worshipped, and another shiver of pleasure undulates down his back again at the thought.
And now that he's come again, all he can do is collapse forward on the desk and let Reid use him however else he'd like. His hands are still curled over the edges of the desk, keeping himself from falling right off, but he can feel his body beginning to loosen, his muscles relaxing, and he grunts softly as Reid thrusts into him again and thinks about how perfect he feels. How he could stay here for the rest of his life, content in this moment, how he would never need anything else. Nothing more than Reid and this intimacy and this closeness they have together that he's never felt with anyone else.
"Spencer," he breathes again and it's more of a request this time. Reid had wanted to feel him come first and now Luke wants him to return that sensation. He wants to know what it's like for someone to come inside him, but not just anyone, this man. He wants to know how it feels to be filled in such a way, to know no one else has ever done this and no one else ever will. Reid will only ever be the only person to be with Luke in this way and he breathes out hard, then says, "Please."
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"Spencer," he groans and his voice is barely recognizable to his ears, a desperate sort of breath more than anything. He's trembling, his entire body is shaking, and then he's coming into Reid's hand, his muscles spasming, tightening, and suddenly Reid feels even bigger inside him, impossibly huge, terribly deep, and all he knows is it's the most wonderful sensation of his life. Reid has taken complete control and the way he's grabbed Luke and hauled him back against him, the way he's stroking his cock now, how deep he feels inside Luke's body, it's all so perfect. He's more than happy to give that control away, to let himself be treated this way, because it feels a little like being worshipped, and another shiver of pleasure undulates down his back again at the thought.
And now that he's come again, all he can do is collapse forward on the desk and let Reid use him however else he'd like. His hands are still curled over the edges of the desk, keeping himself from falling right off, but he can feel his body beginning to loosen, his muscles relaxing, and he grunts softly as Reid thrusts into him again and thinks about how perfect he feels. How he could stay here for the rest of his life, content in this moment, how he would never need anything else. Nothing more than Reid and this intimacy and this closeness they have together that he's never felt with anyone else.
"Spencer," he breathes again and it's more of a request this time. Reid had wanted to feel him come first and now Luke wants him to return that sensation. He wants to know what it's like for someone to come inside him, but not just anyone, this man. He wants to know how it feels to be filled in such a way, to know no one else has ever done this and no one else ever will. Reid will only ever be the only person to be with Luke in this way and he breathes out hard, then says, "Please."