"Oh yeah..." he breathed. Yeah, that wasn't helping, or was, or something. Getting him hotter was what it was doing. Thinking of Reid all tight and hot around him, pressing up against him on the bed and thrusting into him and, mmph. So hot.
"Wait, not weak and relaxed?" he smirked. Okay, it didn't come out as smooth as he wanted, he had to stop to take a breath in there, but still. "Might have to fix that."
Well, no, not fix. But it was an excuse. To transition into (even if he did grab the lube and start unscrewing the top halfway) leaning back a bit and nuzzling at the back of his neck. The back of his shoulders. Kissing his way lightly down, then tracing the tip of his tongue down the lower part of Reid's spine. Slowly, but steadily. The hand on his hip shifting away, out from under Reid's arm, fingertips tracing little circles over the back of Reid's hand for a second, just for the contact. A little reassuring touch of I'm right here. And then that hand moved down the outside of his thigh, and back up inside again, two fingertips right up till his fingers were pressed lightly against his balls and moving in slow circles..
And that, right as he'd reached a crouching position and, no. He'd have to put the lube down for this. "Spread 'em, blondie," he murmured, before easing his fingers between his cheeks and parting him just enough to touch the tip of his tongue to sensitive skin. Swirling nice and slow circles, not quite in rhythm of the circles of his fingers, but close.
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"Wait, not weak and relaxed?" he smirked. Okay, it didn't come out as smooth as he wanted, he had to stop to take a breath in there, but still. "Might have to fix that."
Well, no, not fix. But it was an excuse. To transition into (even if he did grab the lube and start unscrewing the top halfway) leaning back a bit and nuzzling at the back of his neck. The back of his shoulders. Kissing his way lightly down, then tracing the tip of his tongue down the lower part of Reid's spine. Slowly, but steadily. The hand on his hip shifting away, out from under Reid's arm, fingertips tracing little circles over the back of Reid's hand for a second, just for the contact. A little reassuring touch of I'm right here. And then that hand moved down the outside of his thigh, and back up inside again, two fingertips right up till his fingers were pressed lightly against his balls and moving in slow circles..
And that, right as he'd reached a crouching position and, no. He'd have to put the lube down for this. "Spread 'em, blondie," he murmured, before easing his fingers between his cheeks and parting him just enough to touch the tip of his tongue to sensitive skin. Swirling nice and slow circles, not quite in rhythm of the circles of his fingers, but close.