youfeelluckypunk | a very mess-y valentine's day

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a very mess-y valentine's day

When Reid wakes up on Valentine's Day morning, it's without a single regret. Nestled against the warmth of his boyfriend's body, he stifles a yawn as he blinks against the rays of the sunrise that peek through the curtains before smiling to himself and settling his cheek back down against Luke's chest.

They'd arrived at Kagura after Luke had closed the bookstore for the weekend and aside from going out to dinner at the lodge's main restaurant, they haven't spent much time outside of their room. Reid has no complaints, of course, considering a great deal of the past twenty-four hours have consisted of lazing in bed, alternating between making love, napping, and ordering room service. They can't be blamed, it's a busy weekend at Kagura because it's the only so-called destination setting in the city so there seem to be a lot of other couples who'd had the same idea they had to go on a romantic weekend getaway. Luke had suggested it months ago but they've both been so busy with work that it hadn't made sense to book a room until now.

He's glad for it, though. As much as he could go on about the true history of Valentine's Day, he's never had anyone to celebrate the Hallmark holiday with before. That they can spend this time together without worrying about anyone or anything else is a gift, one he's going to make sure they continue to cherish until they check-out tomorrow afternoon. Besides, there's something he's been meaning to bring up for what feels like ages now, even though it hasn't been that long since he'd mentioned it to Graham. He'd spoken to T.J. about it on New Year's Eve, too, his desire to propose to Luke one day; but Reid knows he and Luke are both pragmatic men. It's in both of their best interests to talk about it, to discuss what they really want for their future, just as they'd talked about who would take Leo if Mindy were to ever disappear from the city.

There are nerves, most certainly, at the prospect of bringing it up. He isn't sure whether it's too early to be talking about this, Reid has no idea what the protocol is on that. All he really knows is that he's deeply in love with the man lying next to him, that he's never loved anyone else as much as this, and he wants to spend the rest of his life with Luke. From the very start of their relationship, they'd made sure to be clear with each other about the fact that neither of them were looking to start something casual. Now that they're nearly six months into their romantic relationship, Reid thinks maybe it would be okay to at least discuss the subject of marriage.

It can at least wait until they've ordered in breakfast, though, and his smile grows wider as Luke stirs beside him. Tracing over the curve of Luke's bare hip, Reid lets out a content hum before tilting his head up to look at his boyfriend. "Morning," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the edge of Luke's jaw. "Happy Valentine's Day."

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Huffing a pleasantly surprised laugh, one that's void of any real humor and instead filled to the brim with distinct arousal, Reid does his best not to look down between them at what he can feel is Luke's cock hardening against his body. Instead, he keeps his gaze locked firmly on his boyfriend's, watching as Luke strains in a failed attempt to kiss him, and at Luke's words, he feels his own cock twitch. He'd thought it would take a bit more time to get to this point again, to let his body work itself back up to place where he could get hard enough to be ready for another round of sex, but he suddenly feels as if he's consumed by heat, like his skin is burning with the thought of what it might feel like to be the one pressing into Luke.

They've discussed it before, of course, have arrived at the conclusion that it should absolutely happen, but until now, Luke's never actually begged for it like this. Hearing him say that, saying he needs Reid to fuck him, sends a shiver up his spine, and he does nothing to hide it.

He's never been the one in this position before, though he knows more than well enough what sort of preparation Luke will need before they do this because Reid remembers all too well what his own first time had been like. Even with Luke, there'd been a bit of pain when they'd first made love, if only because it'd been such a long time since Reid had been intimate with anyone. Especially on a day like today, after the conversation they've just had, Reid wants to be sure that if they do this, it'll be as painless and enjoyable for Luke as possible. His boyfriend may have healing capabilities, but Reid never wants to be the reason Luke has to use them, even in matters like this.

"God," he says, more whispers, swallowing hard as he rolls his hips against Luke's, gasping when their cocks brush against each other. "I want-- I want that. I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you so badly, I've wanted it for so long, you don't know how many times I've imagined it." And he has, not that he has any complaints whatsoever about what they've been doing all this time. He has no intention of giving it up, the feeling of having Luke inside him, filling him, taking him over, it's one of his favorite things in the world; but to know he might be able to produce the same feeling in Luke sends a thrill through him, makes him excited because he's never had the chance to do it for anyone before. For the two of them, it's not about domination, it's about partnership, a joint effort in making each other feel incredible, and they've never failed on that front. That they love each other so much more than helps, of course, but they've also learned each other in ways nobody else ever will.

Luke understands him, every last part of him, it's why Reid had entrusted him with the blindfold, and it's why he knows he doesn't need to worry whether his boyfriend is sure about this. Luke wouldn't have asked if he didn't truly want it.

Once their kiss breaks, both of them already panting from the exertion of their passion, Reid grins at him, though he's already inching his way down the length of Luke's body. "If I'd known talking about marriage would be such a turn-on," he say, pausing to graze his teeth over Luke's nipple before flicking his tongue out to soothe it, "I would've brought it up a long time ago."

Luke doesn't know what it is, if it's the talk about marriage or just simply the fact that they're here and together and in love, but whatever the case, he feels it burning through him, completely out of his control. He wouldn't refer to it as being a negative in any means, but he does feel a little beyond what he's ever felt before, the sensation of being needy and too warm and desperate for Reid in every possible way. He's felt like this before, he's wanted Reid more than he's ever wanted anyone before in his life, but this is a new sensation. This is something that feels out of his control not unlike his experiences with the moon and Luke shivers helplessly at the onslaught of Reid's words, the way they seem to land like actual physical pinpricks of electricity against his skin.

If asked to describe this, he isn't sure he'd be able to. He's felt this way before, only with Reid, but it's somehow more. Bigger and stronger and more overwhelming, like his control has been stripped, like he's at the mercy of the basest parts of himself, and all he can do is be thankful that Reid truly doesn't seem to mind. There are so many times during their relationship that Luke has felt like Reid is introducing him to something new, something previously unknown, something wonderful that's just been waiting until the two of them meet, but this is exceptional. It's like he's been broken open, everything inside him that loves Reid exposed to the air, sensitive and wanting.

Desperate to speak, to tell Reid how amazing that sounds, how badly he wants this, Luke finds himself completely speechless, incapable of saying a single word. His mouth falls open, his lips parting, but no intelligible sound comes out, just a desperate little whimper as Reid's tongue sweeps over his nipple. Letting his hands roam, his fingers press against Reid's skin, massaging into his muscles and his entire body arches off the bed, lifting and pressing closer and seeking as much skin on skin contact as he can possibly get. He feels like he's going to burn up, like he's about to go to pieces under Reid's lips and fingers and promises.

"It's not just talking about marriage," he finally manages to gasp. "It's you. Just you. Always you." Whatever else is working in their favour right now, that will always be true. There's never been anyone else who's made him feel this way, no one else who's touched him like this, who's made him feel this good, this mindless. It takes every bit of Luke's self restraint not to just grab Reid and flip him over in the bed, but he very much meant what he'd said and he wants to feel his boyfriend inside him today. Now, if possible. There's preparation they have to do, of course, he knows they'll have to take things slow, but he's done whatever he can to make sure, when the time comes that, it won't be quite so difficult and he hopes it's going to prove to have paid off today.

"God," he breathes, running his hands down Reid's back, over the curve of his ass. "Please, please..." He doesn't even realize he's begging, the words whispered into the air as his back arches again.

They've been desperate for each other before, needy and lustful in a way neither of them ever really see fit to tone down because this is simply what they do to each other; but there's something different about the way Luke is acting today, something more than the passion that's typically between them. It's almost as if Luke won't be able to function without Reid touching him, without the physical contact between them growing more heated, and Reid doesn't know what's brought it on, but he certainly has no intention of complaining about it. Feeling Luke's body arch beneath him, it only drives Reid to want more, to be all the more aroused, and he lets out a low moan as he leaves a trail of kisses down the center of his boyfriend's body. His fingers follow the trail, pressing firmly against muscle, and Reid revels in it every time he can feel Luke twitch.

It's incredible, it really is, realizing that he's the only one who gets to see Luke laid out like this. People have been fortunate enough to have been with this man before, it's true, but Reid is the only one who gets him like this. Reid is the only one who gets to nudge Luke's legs apart and press his lips against strong thighs as he teases, draws it out even though he just wants to be buried deep inside of the man he loves. They're bared now only for each other, that's how it's always going to be, and Reid has no doubts. No reservations. There's nothing at all that could convince him that marrying Luke Garroway would be a bad idea--and frankly, he doesn't think anyone would dare try to convince him of that in the first place. His boyfriend is loved, in so many ways by so many different people, and Reid is proud to be the one Luke has chosen to love. Nothing else could possibly be more worthwhile.

He catches the head of Luke's cock in his mouth, sucking gently at the precome that's pooled there, his eyes fluttering shut as the familiar taste floods over his tongue. This experience they're going to share, it's going to be yet a milestone in their relationship, and Reid wants to make sure every last moment is good for Luke. It's then that the idea pops into his head, one that he's been meaning to bring up but hasn't because he's gone back and forth on whether it would be appealing for either of them. Now that their positions are switched, however, he's willing to take things a bit further just to see if he can make Luke scream again. Maybe this isn't something he would have done with anyone else, particularly because of his own personal neuroses, but Reid finds that if there's one person he's willing to try anything for, it's his boyfriend.

"I want to fuck you over that desk," he says, not bothering to gesture at it because Luke will know the one, "but I want to try something else, too. I don't know if you'll like it, it's okay if you don't, you can tell me to stop. I just... I want to make you feel good today. All day."

Biting his lip nervously, he encourages Luke to spread his legs a little wider, his gaze dropping to that ring of muscle he so badly wants to be pressing into right now. Before he can second guess himself, he takes a breath, kissing along Luke's thigh again until he reaches Luke's ass. Then, experimentally, he lets his tongue brush over his boyfriend's entrance; when Luke doesn't protest, he does it again, this time with a bit more slowly with some added pressure. Shivering, he lifts his eyes back up at Luke, his expression quizzical. "Is that okay?"

By the time Reid asks him if everything is okay, Luke has genuinely lost all ability to speak. His hands have found their way to the sheets on either side of his body and his fingers are twisted in them so tightly that they've come untucked from around the edges, barely able to anchor him in the way he's looking for them to do. At first it had been Reid's words, the indication that he wants to make use of the desk, which Luke is more than eager to agree to, and would in a second if he were capable of doing anything but lying on the bed with his legs spread, his eyes wide and staring up at the ceiling without really seeing anything at all. There's heat trembling through him, rippling through every last bit of his body, through each limb, down to the tips of his toes and his fingers and even up along his scalp. He can feel his skin practically singing with pleasure, prickling and tingling as his blood rushes south. What Reid is doing is far more than just okay and he opens his mouth to say as much, but the only sound that comes out is a strangled moan.

Wildly, he wonders if Reid truly expects him to be able to speak or if the question is rhetorical, if he's trying to tease Luke, but when he manages to list his head, it looks as if Reid is serious and Luke finally manages something more than a moan, a hoarse laugh slipping out of him. "Spencer, my god," he says and then laughs again, digging his heels into the mattress and spreading his legs wider to better accommodate his boyfriend, because what he's just been doing is possibly the most incredible thing Luke has ever felt. There's nothing about his body that ways he wants Reid to stop and every movement, every shift and arch of his back is only encouragement to go on. "Yes, it's okay. My god, yes, it's more than okay."

He doesn't know what part of his body to pay attention to. Under other circumstances, it might be overwhelming, feeling all this all at once, but Luke is focused enough on the sensation that he's aware he can take this all. All he needs is for Reid to give him what he wants and since his boyfriend has already begun to do exactly that, Luke's quite content to imagine he might feel like this for the rest of the day. Always right on the verge of tumbling over the edge and yet never quite there, brought closer and closer by Reid's talented hands and mouth, his pleasure mounting more and more with each passing moment, but always waiting. Always wanting more. Always knowing what's going to come next, that eventually they're going to move over to that desk and Reid is going to bend him over and take him.

The mere thought pulls another groan rumbling out of Luke and he would beg if he could, but his vocabulary has fled from him again, left him speechless and silent save for the moans Reid is bringing out of him. Hotels are never nearly soundproof enough and if he were more aware of himself, he would make the effort not to be so loud, but everything Reid does to him is driving him out of his mind with pleasure and he's only dimly aware of their surroundings, every last bit of him focused on his own body and the way it feels when Reid touches him.

"You," he gasps, then twitches on the bed, his heels slipping before he digs them in more firmly and manages to anchor himself. "Spencer, god, you make me feel incredible."

There hadn't been any real worry that Luke would respond poorly to what he's doing, but Reid had wanted to be sure all the same. When it comes to the nature of their relationship, neither of them are the type to simply go along with something they aren't fully comfortable with, and that's been true since the beginning. If that hadn't been the case, Reid supposes they wouldn't have made it this far, neither as lovers nor as friends, because if he'd let his fears take over upon seeing Luke change in the amusement park that night, things would have been over between them before they'd really had a chance to begin.

There's a reason he hadn't run, in spite of never having been exposed to anything quite like that in his life. The thing about it is, he's seen things throughout his career that he hopes the majority of people will never have to be exposed to, things that have terrified him to his core, things that have alerted his instincts and allowed him to recognize that which he should truly fear; but that night, with Luke's claws extended and his teeth razor sharp, Reid hadn't been afraid. He hadn't been fascinated by the unknown or nervous about what might happen next, all he'd felt was safe.

If asked to explain it, Reid doesn't think he'd really be capable of it. What he feels for Luke is like nothing else he's ever felt before, it's incomparable to anything he's experienced and because of that, indescribable. He can try, of course, and he has. He's told close friends of how much he loves this man, of how deeply connected they are in every facet of their lives, of how doubtless he is that they'll spend the rest of their lives together. What he hasn't been able to tell anyone is that in an unfamiliar world, with no friends to rely on, Reid's life could have ended up very different had he never met Luke. He doesn't want to say he'd be floundering without his boyfriend, but he knows he wouldn't be as steady as he is today.

Perhaps he wouldn't have immediately turned to seeking out drugs again, seeking out the high in a misguided attempt to keep the memories of his old life from his mind, maybe he wouldn't haved looked for refuge in a bottle or anything quite so extreme; but Reid is certain he'd be far from content, far from assuming a real life here in Darrow, and he's grateful every single day that he'd chosen that particular coffee shop to visit when he'd arrived in the city.

There's nothing he can really say to explain that, not even to Luke. Simply saying it isn't enough, not as far as he's concerned, so Reid tries to encapsulate it all in the attention he gives to Luke's body. When they're being intimate, it often feels like they've lost themselves in worshipping each other, in doing all they possibly can to be sure that the other is reaching the highest form of pleasure, and Reid would be prompt to say they've never failed at that. Now, shifts his reach so one arm is wrapped around Luke's thigh and the other is gently stroking Luke's cock, Reid moans as he presses his tongue back inside of his boyfriend's body. Already, he can feel how tight Luke will be, and he's never been the one to be on top before so the promise of what it'll feel like to push deeper into that warmth makes him whimper. Slowly, he fucks Luke with his tongue, in awe of how incredible it is to simply be the one to do this, wondering all the while what it will be like when he inevitably asks Luke to do the same to him.

Usually Luke finds his eyes squeezed shut tightly when he's this close to coming, everything too overwhelming for him to focus on anything but whatever Reid is doing to him, but he can't seem to do anything but stare blindly up at the ceiling and try to wrap his mind around all the sensations he's feeling right now. Something has happened to him, something has been done to him, and he's entirely content to rest all the blame of Reid's wonderful shoulders, because Luke knows he's never felt like this before. He's never had someone care for him like this before, he's never been able to trust someone to love him so completely, not since he was kicked out of Alicante, out of his home, and if that's what is doing this to him, then he's pleased to know it's never going to stop. Whatever it is, however Reid has gotten him this wound up, Luke also feels like it's never going to end, not today, not even when he comes, which he's terribly close to already.

"Spencer," he breathes and he realizes he's near to whispering without even being able to explain why. His hands are still clenched tightly in the sheets and he wants to say more, wants to do more, but it feels like a relatively large part of his brain has just shorted out entirely and is refusing to let him comprehend any of what's going on. Everything inside him just keeps returning to Reid, to how important he is, to what a significant part of Luke's life he's become. They both have so much going for them, they both have careers they enjoy, good friends and even family, but whenever Luke thinks about what makes him truly happen in Darrow, it always returns to Reid. At the moment, the only thing he can think about is how good he feels right in this moment, how perfect everything is and how much he wants to make it last all day. Or maybe the rest of their lives. Reid wants to marry him, after all, he wants to commit himself to Luke in that way and it's that thought that manages to clear through the aroused haze in his mind.

It's the only thought that manages to make it through and then only just. Because Reid's hand is wrapped around his cock, his tongue is in his ass, and Luke is trembling, pleasure rippling through his body. He feels helpless, completely out of control, more deeply surrendered to someone than he's ever been before and it's that thought that sends him tumbling closer to the edge. This is it for him. This is it. This is utter perfection and he wants to reach for Reid and hold him close, but he's barely able to breathe. Making himself move, making his hands work, he knows that's utterly impossible.

He's going to come soon. He's so close, he can feel it building, that tension inside him, the way it makes his entire body feel as if it's pulling tight. He's breathing so hard that his chest is heaving, but he still can't manage to make much noise, Spencer's name spilling out of him over and over at barely more than a whisper. Arching his back, pressing closer, Luke all but freezes when Reid's tongue presses deeper, swipes over sensitive skin, and then he groans, his voice finally breaking out of his throat, the sound long and loud.

"Spencer," he says, his muscle trembling. "Spencer, please, I'm... I'm so close, I'm..." But he's more than just close, he's right here, right on the edge and all his boyfriend has to do is twist his hand in just the right way and Luke is coming, wracked with it, his muscles tensing nearly to the point of pain. He lets out a strangled cry, gasping for air, riding the wave of pleasure and his eyes are still wide open, still staring up at the ceiling, seeing nothing.

More than anything else he's ever experienced in his life, this is, by far, the most intoxicating. Having never been on this side of a physical relationship, Reid has never quite understood what it feels like to know he's the one in control, to recognize that he could very well stop what he's doing right now just to tease, to make Luke beg. He could do absolutely anything, and Luke would be at his mercy; but even as this realization settles in his mind, he already knows he could never do anything to take advantage of his boyfriend when he's this vulnerable.

It's different when Reid is baiting him at home or down in the store or even simply out at dinner. It's something else entirely to slip innuendo so casually into conversation and watch Luke begin to unravel in the very same way Reid does because when they get to be alone in those cases, they're already on the same level. With Luke sprawled out on the mattress like this, legs wide, chest heaving from how labored his breathing is now, it's unspoken that he's transferred his power to Reid. That's where their trust comes in, their respect for one another and what their limits are, though neither of them have gone past any lines as of yet. It's why their conversations are so important, it's why buying a blindfold for Luke as a Christmas gift had been such a big deal for Reid, and it's why Reid will keep pushing his tongue as deep into Luke's body as he can manage because he wants his boyfriend to understand that he only ever wants him to feel good.

It helps, of course, that Luke will be able to get hard yet again after this. This will make the second time this morning, Reid can still practically feel Luke's length thrusting into him from earlier, and maybe it'll take longer than usual for his boyfriend to recover but then again, they have time. As soon as Luke has reached his orgasm, as soon as Reid feels him spilling into the hand he's using to stroke Luke's cock, he'll kiss his way up the entire length of his boyfriend's body to allow some time to rest before gently encouraging him to move over to that desk.

When Reid prepares him, it'll be slow, slow enough that Luke should be able to find the strength for another erection, and then-- then Reid will fuck him. His own cock twitches, desperate to find friction at the prospect of waiting any longer to be pressing into Luke's body, but Reid will forego his own pleasure to make sure Luke gets his. Hearing his name whispered over and over like that, it makes him dizzy with arousal, it makes him feel just as incredible to know he's responsible for this reaction, and he wonders if this is what it's like for Luke, too. No, that's not true at all, he realizes; he knows it is, because he's been on the receiving end of an attentiveness unlike anything else he's ever experienced. His sexual history is limited, but he can say with certainty that Ethan had never touched him the way Luke does. What he and his boyfriend share, what they do behind closed doors, it will only ever be for them.

He tightens his grip on Luke's cock just slightly, redoubling his efforts at moving his tongue inside of him, panting as he grinds against the sheets in an effort to give himself just a hint of friction before he's allowed to fuck his boyfriend. He pushes Luke's cock through the hole of his fist faster now, pumping in time with the thrusts of his tongue, refusing to let up until Luke is coming, and Reid quickly lifts his head to suck at his boyfriend's tip so he can swallow as much as he can.

Once they've both managed to catch their breaths adequately enough, Reid presses a kiss to Luke's hip, then another and another, glancing up at his boyfriend. "The second you're ready," he says, voice low, continuing his trail of kisses, just as he'd planned, "the second you're able to get hard again, I'm taking you over that desk. You don't know how badly I want to be inside you, Luke, my god, you're everything. You're everything to me."

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."

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."

As much as he's been convinced he'll never be able to recover from the incredible things Reid has just done to him, all it takes is his boyfriend asking if they can move to get Luke going and he shifts on the bed, moving a little, although Reid is still stretched out on top of him. His body is so incredibly warm and the weight of him is one of the most comfortable things Luke has ever felt, but he's thinking about the desk now, he's thinking about what it's going to be like to finally have Reid inside of him, and he's more than happy to get moving for the end result. Lifting his head, he presses a slow kiss to Reid's mouth, then flashes a smile as he pulls away and then manages to get himself into a sitting position on the bed. His hands roam over Reid's back and then he nudges his boyfriend away gently, so he can swing his legs off the bed and test them out for a moment before he decides they're capable of holding him. They're still shaking a little, but he thinks he can hardly be blamed for that when he still feels like Reid is touching him.

"I think we can do that," he says, pushing himself to his feet, though he needs to hold onto the wall for just a second. Then he walks toward the desk across the room and rests his hands against the top for a moment. Carefully, he moves the chair aside, knowing it's only going to get in their way once they get going, knowing they're going to just end up knocking it over if it's still in the way in a few minutes and he doesn't want to cause more noise than they're already going to, he doesn't want to draw any unwanted attention to their room when all he wants is to spend the rest of the day with Reid and not having to answer to anyone or anything else.

Even with his height, the desk is actually a good size for the two of them, at least from what he can tell at this point, and his hands roam over the top of the desk, leaning forward a little bit. It's good he can use the desk to support his weight, especially when he looks over his shoulder at Reid and finds himself robbed nearly breathless by the sight of his boyfriend looking back at him. He's never known anyone who wants him like this, he's never had anyone else look at him like this, and even after all these months, he sometimes doesn't know quite what to do with it. He almost can't believe that need and that want and that love are all directed at him. For such a long time he'd thought himself generally unworthy of love like this, but here they are, and when Reid looks at him like this, Luke feels like he could do absolutely anything in the world. He feels, for the first time, like he truly belongs somewhere.

"I want you," he murmurs and another deep shiver runs through his body. He knows that can't be a surprise, but he still wants it said. He wants Reid to know how much he wants him, how badly he wants him and how ready he is for this. They're so good to each other, he knows it isn't going to hurt, he knows Reid is going to take care of him and he's ready for it to happen.

God, but Luke looks so incredible like that, leaned over the desk with his ass pushed slightly out and the muscles in his back tightening and loosening with every breath he takes, those silver of those scars catching in the light of the room. It's all Reid can do just to stare dumbly at him, lube held in one hand while he uses the other to slowly stroke his cock, not that he needs the motivation to stay hard. This, this incredible image of Luke waiting for him, wanting him, it's all he needs. There will be no forgetting this moment, it's one that will serve to arouse him many times in the future, he's certain of that already. The memory will pop into his mind when he's meant to be do something as mundane as paperwork, Reid can see it now, the struggle to keep himself in check as he breaks into a light sweat and is asked by a colleague whether he's okay because he looks a little dazed.

It wouldn't be the first time that's happened, anyway, and he's come up with an excuse to leave early for his lunch break just so he can rush home to drag Luke into bed with him more than once before. That's all new to him, he's never had a reason other than rest to leave work, and Reid considers it likely that he'd have slept in BAU headquarters on a regular basis if that'd been allowed. Here, though, he actually looks forward to getting off work on time. He looks forward to going home because he knows someone's waiting for him, ready to greet him with a kiss and a loving smile the second he walks through the door. This is the life he's always wanted, even though he'd been so certain he'd never get it.

He's so in love that sometimes, Reid isn't even certain he can take it anymore. It's as if his heart keeps expanding a little more every time to accommodate how much his feelings for Luke continue to grow and even now, his chest is tight with the overflow of affection he has for the man before him. It's more than that, though, it's more than just love; it's respect. It's trust. It's a mutual understanding that no matter what, they would never hurt each other. That's why Luke can turn his head and say he wants him when Reid is raking his eyes over him like this from halfway across the room, it's a matter of his boyfriend knowing that Reid would never take advantage of him. They only ever want each other to feel good, and they've yet to fail in achieving that when it comes to having sex. When it comes to any part of their relationship, really.

In just a few strides, Reid presses himself against Luke's body, nudging the tip of his cock against his boyfriend's ass, though he knows they're not quite ready for that yet. He brushes his lips across the expanse of Luke's shoulders then up the back of Luke's neck, grazing his teeth over the bare skin before releasing his cock so he can squeeze his boyfriend's ass. "You'll have me," he says softly, pressing a kiss to Luke's cheek before pulling back just slightly so he can open the cap to the lube bottle. He squeezes until his finger is coated well enough with the lubricant, pausing for a moment so it won't be too cold, then sets the bottle down on the desk so he can gently bend Luke over a bit more.

With one hand splayed over Luke's back, Reid presses his finger to Luke's ass, gently prodding the ring of muscle to spread the lube until finally, he's pushing in. Even that, feeling just how incredibly tight Luke is around one finger, threatens to push him over the edge, and he lets out a low moan at the sight. "Oh, god. God, Luke, you're so beautiful."

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."

In the seconds between slipping his finger inside of Luke and hearing his boyfriend saying his name like that, Reid thinks maybe this won't quite work out the way he'd planned. He's dizzy with arousal, so hard that he's aching for release, desperate for it, and feeling Luke so tight around his finger nearly puts an end to this whole thing. Letting out a shuddering breath, Reid lowers his head to graze his teeth over Luke's shoulder blade, to trace his tongue over the scars where runes had once been burned into this beautiful body that's beneath him. It's a strange thing to be faced with, this sense of possessiveness that's overtaking him, it's not something he's ever experienced before; but he feels it now, so strongly. Luke is his, just as he is Luke's, and he wonders whether this is the way his boyfriend feels every time Reid spreads his legs or bends over the mattress or gets on his knees.

He pays attention to every hitch of breath that leaves Luke's mouth, every gasp and moan, filing them away so he can remember them for another time. There's no way they'll allow this to happen just once, already it's incredible, intoxicating in a way Reid hadn't known it could be. Sliding a second finger into Luke's ass is even more incredible, he can't help but watch the way Luke's body stretches to accommodate him, the spread of that ring of muscle so tempting, so inviting. He spreads his fingers inside of Luke, scissoring them the way he remembers Luke doing to him, and he takes it slow even though they're both already so close to the edge because as much as he wants to be thrusting into his boyfriend right now, Reid first priority is to make this comfortable and as painless as possible.

His first time having sex hadn't been the most pleasant, he remembers it very well. He and Ethan had been young, they'd been sloppy, unsure of themselves. It'd been different the first time he and Luke had slept together, even though Reid hadn't had sex in years and Luke had never been with a man; but he'll never forget that night, how incredible Luke had made him feel, and he wants to give that to Luke now. He wants Luke to remember this for how good it was.

"I wish you could see yourself," Reid murmurs, slipping a third finger in, pumping steadily in and out of Luke's ass. "I wish you could see what I see. You're perfect, you are, Luke, I swear." His body is hot with desire, he can feel the precome dripping from the head of his cock and catching against Luke's ass, and he wants nothing more than to finally know what it feels like to come inside of someone he loves. Slowly, he lets his fingers fall free from Luke, licking his lips in anticipation as he reaches for the lube again to put a generous coating over his cock, making himself as slick as possible before he's lining himself up against his boyfriend's body.

He doesn't have to tell Luke to let him know if it hurts too much, to let him know if they need to take a pause. This is understood, just as it'd been the very first time they'd made love, and as Reid begins to press into Luke, feeling that tightness around him, he drops his head to his boyfriend's back and lets out a deep, guttural moan.

A trembling sort of moan slips out of Luke when Reid presses a third finger inside his body and he turns his head, pressing his forehead hard against the desk to brace himself there. Even with the faintest sting of pain, there's nothing about this he isn't enjoying and the knowledge that they have all afternoon only serves to make it better, because it means Reid can work at him slowly, stretching his body, making it easier with every passing thrust and every single time his fingers slip deeper into Luke's ass, another little moan escapes, the sounds desperate and wanting, rumbling through him. He almost laughs when Reid speaks, because it's the very same thing Luke wishes every single time they're intimate. When they're together, the way Reid's face lights up, the way his mouth falls open, the swell of his lower lip, all of it just renders Luke completely speechless and he finds himself wishing Reid could see himself like this. If only he knew how incredible he really was, if only he could see, because Luke knows when he speaks, he doesn't do any of Reid's beauty justice. He can't capture it, he'll never be able to, and so he can only hope that Reid one day sees himself through his boyfriend's eyes.

"You," he breathes, but he doesn't manage to get out anymore than that, instead pushing back against Reid's fingers with a soft whine. He's ready, he knows he is, and he knows Reid can tell, but when his fingers slip free of his body, he still lets out a low sound of disappointment, despite knowing what else is coming now, despite looking forward to every moment stretching out ahead of them. It feels like it should be impossible, but his dick hangs against the edge of the desk, working its way back toward hard. There's something about this place or this day, something special that seems to be working its magic on Luke, and he has absolutely no issue with it whatsoever. When he wakes up tomorrow, he imagines he might be a little sore, but that's a small price to pay for this incredible experience.

He doesn't even need to say he's ready, not when his body pushes back of its own accord as soon as he feels Reid's cock pressing against him once more. This is what he's been waiting for and it isn't that Luke is an all or nothing sort of man, he's more than perfectly happy to spend all day sucking Reid's cock if that's what he were to ask for, but this... this is something new, it's something special between the two of them. It always feels like they're exploding new areas and new parts of their relationship and Luke knows, as he always does, that he's never trusted anyone like this. He's never given himself over as completely as he has with Reid. There has been other relationships, other people, and Luke has never thought of himself as having had bad relationships, but the reality is just that nothing compares. He would say he'd never compare Reid to anyone, but that's just not true at all. Everyone is compared to Reid now. Everyone is held to the same standard, everyone is expected to be as good and kind and brilliant as he is and Luke knows that isn't fair, but he can't help it when Reid has been so wonderful right from the start.

And everyone in Luke's past has been compared to him now, too. Every person he's gone to bed with has been considered and not one has held a candle to Reid. He knows that's at least partly due to how much he loves this man, but that isn't all of it. They simply connect in a way he's never had with anyone else before.

"Spencer," he breathes, curling his fingers around the edge of the desk as he feels his boyfriend pushing deeper into his body. He'd never realized it would feel like this, this fullness and this sense of being nearly owned by someone else, but he loves it. He lifts his hips, silently begging for more.

He can't concentrate.

All the different sensations and emotions within him are tugging his mind in so many directions that Reid doesn't even know were to start or end. The fact that he manages to continue pressing into Luke is due entirely to instinct and in the seconds after he's entered his boyfriend completely, Reid isn't even sure he'll be able to maintain actual consciousness long enough to keep this going. He'd never known how incredible it would feel to do this, to be in this position, to fill someone in this way, and Reid knows it's no coincidence that his first time doing this would be with Luke. He'd allowed himself to be taken over, he'd never taken issue with that, but being trusted enough to touch someone like this--that's a different thing entirely.

For a long moment, they stay close to still, Reid just barely moving his hips as he feels Luke's body adjusting to the size of his cock, coaxing Luke to loosen his muscles as much as possible. He feels like he might come at any second, is tempted to because of how turned on he is right now, but Reid wants this to last. He wants to take things slow at first, let them both ease into this before they take it to another level because as much as Reid loves when they take their time, he's also desperate to fuck his boyfriend. He wants to hear skin slapping against skin, he wants to make Luke scream his name again, it's all he wants today. His overall goal for this weekend has been to make sure Luke never stops feeling good, and Reid thinks they've done pretty well for themselves in that regard.

This is going to be the third time he makes Luke comes since they'd woken up and knowing that, realizing he has that kind of power over this man, is more arousing than he would've thought possible. More than that, though, is how sexy it is to watch Luke lifts his hips like this, to watch the way Luke's body begs for more, and he wants to be able to vocalize all the things he's thinking right now, but he can't find the words. He can't even find the voice. Already, he knows he won't be shy about asking Luke to do this again. Already, he's thinking about how many more times he may be able to fuck Luke today, even if it means having to wait longer and longer between each session.

Reaching around Luke's body, Reid brushes his fingers over his boyfriend's hardening cock, smiling against Luke's skin as he lets his hand travel down until he's cupping Luke's balls. He massages them gently, flicking his tongue out to catch a drop of sweat rolling down Luke's back before pulling out nearly all the way and experimentally thrusting back in. He pauses, wanting to make sure he doesn't hear any yelps of pain, then does it again. "God," he moans, switching up the rhythm up his thrusts so he can find that perfect pace.

A deep shiver of pleasure ripples down Luke's spine when he realizes that Reid is as deep inside his body as he can go. They stay like that for a long moment and he can feel his body adjusting to the size of his boyfriend's cock, a feeling that fills him with an almost giddy sense of intimacy the likes of which he's never known. The desk is still cool against his skin, but he can feel the way it begins to warm up as he's pressed against it and he reaches out with both his hands, curling over them against either edge of the desk as another warm surge of arousal goes through him. No one has ever known how to touch him the way Reid does and he almost whimpers with joy when Reid's fingers brush over his cock and then slide over the sensitive skin of his balls. Had he not just come not all that long ago, he thinks he might be in danger of losing complete control just from that touch alone.

"Spencer," he breathes again, his voice hoarse and choked off. He can feel Reid's tongue against his skin, the way their bodies are pressed so tightly together, and he arches back again, searching for more. There's still a faint edge of pain, but it's easy enough for Luke to ignore that, knowing it's just his body stretching, opening itself up for Reid, welcoming him. It's almost as if they're meant to fit together like this, a feeling Luke has gotten more than once during their time together, and he smiles briefly before his lips part and a low moan escapes. Reid has pulled back, thrusting into him, and it feels as if there are fireworks going off behind his eyelids, filling him up with pleasure and desire both. This is all so new to him and it doesn't surprise him in the slightest that he's experiencing it with Reid. There has been so much of their relationship that's new between them, so much Luke has never done before, and he loves that he's somehow managed to save these things for this man.

They're going to get married eventually, one thing Luke has always wanted, and even just thinking that now fills him with the kind of joy he used to assume was just lost to him. In the years before Darrow he had still pinned so much hope on Jocelyn, he'd still been waiting for her in a good number of ways, and while he's long since realized it was unfair to her, he's only just begun to realize it was unfair to him, too. That he deserved to find someone who loved him entirely, someone who didn't feel the need to hold back because they were worried he might take something the wrong way. He'd been blind to any other possibilities until he'd met Reid and now all he can do is thank his lucky stars he'd managed to end up here.

"Please," he manages to moan, arching back again, seeking more. He feels a little like he's lost the ability to speak, to tell Reid just how good he feels, how much more he wants, but he trusts his boyfriend to understand what he's trying to communicate all the same. The pain has all but disappeared now and Luke wants more of this. He needs more.

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."

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."

Feeling Luke tighten around him like that makes it seem, for a split second, like the rest of the world has disappeared entirely. All he knows is pleasure, a sense of it that he's never known until right now, and it courses through him until his body is shuddering with it. He lets out a ragged moan that sounds distant to his own ears, he looks down at his boyfriend, collapsed against the desk, and Reid almost feels like he's having some sort of out-of-body experience. The only difference is that he can still feel every last spark of the heat between them, every shiver that runs down his spine, like ever nerve ending in his body is alert with how desperately he wants to give Luke what he wants.

He's barely in control of his own self anymore, his own actions, and he thrusts deeper into Luke, which seems impossible and yet here he is, pressing as far into his boyfriend as this position allows. A whimper is building in his throat as he fucks Luke harder, faster, one part of him needing to give his cock the release it needs and the other wishing this didn't have to end at all. But it does, he knows, and he'll be glad for it because for the first time, he'll get to know what it's like to come inside the man he loves, to share this kind of intimacy he'll never share with anyone else. What they do behind closed doors, the sexual experiences they've had together, none of it is anything like Reid had ever imagined he would find.

He's going to marry this man. This is never going to stop, they'll always have this, something strictly meant for the two of them and somehow, that's what does it. Knowing with absolute certainty that for the rest of his life, he'll be allowed to dedicate himself to Luke, to be trusted in this way that's incomparable to anything else, that's what pushes him over the edge. With a final grunt and thrust, he's coming, pulsing into his boyfriend's body as he drops his head to Luke's back, and he couldn't form words even if he tried. Every part of his body feels tense, it's an incredible sensation, and as his orgasm comes to an end, Reid can't help but to lazily thrust again, slow but unsteady, not yet willing to slip out.

For a moment, as they recover, they just stay like that, their bodies pressed together, sticky and hot. When he finally finds that there's necessity in moving, if only because he's sure Luke can't be comfortable like this, he presses a kiss to his boyfriend's shoulder blade and lifts himself up, carefully letting his cock free of Luke's ass with a little whine. "Bed or bath?" he asks, though his throat is dry, and he reaches out to help Luke straighten from being bent over on the desk, gliding his hands down Luke's sides until he's holding onto his hips. Pausing then, taking in the sight of Luke in the afterglow of their orgasms, he smiles then presses another kiss to Luke's lips. "There's so much I want to say right now, not the least of which is that I love you. But I think my legs might give out before I can say anything else at all."

"Hm, bath," Luke murmurs in a low voice and although being pressed up against the desk isn't exactly comfortable now that they've both finished, he still can't help the little shiver of disappointment that sneaks through him when Reid slips free of his body. There's no reason to be disappointed, he knows they're going to do this again, he knows he can't possibly live without it now that he's experienced, but at the same time there's a little, completely illogical part of himself that just doesn't want this moment to end. They can't stay this way forever, it's just not possible for so many reasons, but Luke can't help but want it all the same. If they just stay here, pressed together, Reid warm and strong against his back, then he knows nothing can ever touch them. Nothing but love and affection and desire and laughter will ever be in their lives again.

But Reid is helping him up and Luke turns, allowing himself to be maneuvered, since he doesn't think he can move on his own just yet, and his arms slide around Reid's waist, his hands settling against the small of his back and he thinks he'd be content to do anything right now. Bed, bath, lie on the floor, there's nothing that wouldn't be entirely enjoyable because they're together. It's the only thing Luke needs. They've talked about it, they're going to get married, spend the rest of their lives together, and for Luke, it's the only thing in the world that matters right now.

Since he's already said bath, though, he begins to plod slowly in the direction of the bathroom and once he's moving, once he's in the bathroom and he takes a look at the big, sprawling tub that came with their room, he's reminded all over again that this is a good idea. Leaning over the edge, he turns on the taps until the water is nice and warm, then opens one of the bottles that had been left for them beside the tub and dumbs the contents in, watching as the sweet smelling bubbles grow higher and higher.

"It's possible I put in too much bubble bath," he comments offhandedly, but he has no problem with that at all. The scent is lovely, not too overpowering, even with his heightened senses, and Luke feels drained in the best possible sense of the word. He glances back at Reid, then smiles as he steps over the edge of the tub and sinks into the scented water. The bubbles rise and billow around his shoulders, making him laugh, but he finds a place to sit and relaxes into the corner, then raises one hand and gestures for Reid to join him. Even though the two of them are awfully tall, the tub has more than enough room for the both of them, which Luke appreciates. He wants to luxuriate in this and enjoy every last moment of their time together here.

It's a delightfully ridiculous sight, Luke practically buried by a mound of bubbles in the bath, and Reid bursts into laughter before taking his boyfriend's hand to join him. He can't remember the last time he's had an actual bath, previously because he'd just never had the time and now because Reid thoroughly respects Luke's preference to preserve water. More typically, they shower together--

("It'll save time and help the environment" is the argument they hadn't needed to come up with.)

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so the instant sense of relaxation that comes with sinking into the warm, sudsy water like this comes as a pleasant surprise. Any tension that might have been left in his body from the sheer exertion of having sex very nearly non-stop since they'd woken up is already melting away, and Reid rests his head back against Luke's chest with a contented sigh as he allows his eyes to briefly flutter shut. "This weekend has been perfect," he murmurs, and it's true. There's been nothing weighing on his mind, he'd managed to let everything go for the sake of a romantic weekend away with the love of his life, and Reid is so beyond grateful that he's found someone who's influenced him enough to do that.

This isn't something he would have if he were back in his world, it just isn't. He can't picture a scene like this fitting into the life he'd had there, and it isn't that Reid had necessarily felt empty; it's more that there'd been a distinct void he hadn't known could be filled. Coming here had changed everything, from the very start, and it tracks that Luke would have been the first person he'd met here. The first person he'd felt a true connection with, the first friend, the only one in this entire city who will ever truly know Reid and understand him in a way nobody else possibly could; and one day, they'll be married. One day, he'll be able to call Luke Garroway his husband, and the thought is enough to make him shift in Luke's arms so he can offer a small smile.

"Thank you," he says sincerely, holding Luke's gaze. "Not just for this, for coming here with me, but for everything. For being in my life, for being you. Just... thank you."

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a very mess-y valentine's day

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