Nngh that felt good. Buried deep in him, against him, feeling him tense from his thighs up to the back of his shoulders. And he reached and rolled that little egg over the tip of his cock and down again as he eased out, almost all the way out, and in again.
God, this was hot. He was hot. Tyler was shaking, sweating with the effort to go slow and steady, rolling the egg over the base of his cock, over his balls. Nuzzling back, kissing wherever he could reach, panting with how much he wanted him.
Between kisses, whispering to him. "You are so fucking hot..." he breathed, lips wet, face wet from Reid's nuzzling and kissing. "God, you feel so good, could just fill you up right now." And a sharp little thrust to accent that last word. And he could. Christ, he'd gone from turned on to about ready to come real quick. By the feel of it, Reid had, too.
Not just yet, though. He took a breath and made himself ease out, completely out, chuckling as he teased his twitching hole with the tip of his cock. Then in again. Hard, sharp, but careful. But, hell, he knew Reid's body intimately, had for years. And he knew how to work him. The egg rolled around and around over him, came up to press just under the base and against his balls as he gave him a couple of deep, sharp thrusts.
"That sound good, huh?" Teasing little murmur. "You want me to just fill you all up with come?"
... and that is when Reid discovered that he'd only thought everything was electrifying, before. "Ffffuck..." Swallow, pressing back, so so firmly against him when he was buried all in, heckyeah. "Y-you are hot. Glowing red-white rod glowing hot." Maybe a skip in his voice as a thrust punctuated, ironically enough (or not), rod. Reid's body twisted a little, hips thrusting right back against the pushes, back curving, shoulders bunching.
Shaking, shaking all over, almost as finely as the vibration against his ggggh oh he did know how to working him, little, half-whimper, half-moaning sounds filling in the luls between small cries that came with thrusts.
He closed his eyes, and tried to stretch this all as many moments as he could, until the snapping coming was almost palpable, and he looked over his shoulder, just so he could watch his face, too. And his voice... as strained as it was, was almost soft, too. "Ye-ah... I want. I want you to grab me and feel me squirt all over your fingers, and want you to plunge as deep as you can inside me and fill me up, pulse after shuddering pulse... Please, Ty."
No, he didn't expect either of them to make it any further.
No, they weren't going to make it any further. Tyler caught maybe half those words, definitely the please, the begging and breathless tone just putting him right there over the edge.
And the egg fell and buzzed quietly and forlornly on the floor as he did take hold of Reid, who was dripping, god was he dripping and he took him in his fist and pumped him firm and fast, both ends, his other hand pressing flat against his chest. It wouldn't take much. Didn't take much. "Fuck, yeah..." he breathed. "God, yeah, Reid, you..." you're so hot. You're so hot, throbbing and coming all over me, yeah, Reid. You are so fucking hot when you're out of control like this. God, Reid, you are so hot in my arms. "Reid..."
Except, then he was coming, and pretty much at the mercy of his body exploding in him, one long groan and the strength wooshed out of him and he was shaking and sweaty and pressed up against him, barely able to stand.
Reid gave a loud gasp as the warm fingers wrapped around him, but it was really, really soon that he was, indeed, crying out, words slipping in through in what were almost, but not quite, sobs. "Yes." and "Tyler!" and his hand was pressed into Tyler's against his chest, pressing closer, shaking, legs quivering as he was coming, and coming, and it felt like liquid fire coursing through his veins for a moment, and then drained out, burst by slow burst.
Until it died out, into low shudders which seemed to extend the same rhythm as he had sprayed... well, it felt all over, though he wasn't seeing too clearly, the afterimages of small sunbursts fading way too slowly from behind his lids.
"I..." small voice. Shaking, a little. "Y-you..." swallowing, that was difficult, his mouth was dry, suddenly, but he only registered that as difficulty speaking, rather than wanting anything. Basically because he couldn't... move much, caught between the fading trembles and the softness suddenly taking its place. Feeling the warmth behind him, the ragged breaths scattering against his skin. "Wow... T-ty." Steadier. "Ty."
The ringing in his ears was almost starting to fade down, too.
Tyler caught his breath in loud, harsh pants. Pressed a kiss to Reid's shoulder, the back of his shoulder and then the gentle, pale curve, letting go of him. Well, sort of. He kept them sort of upright with one hand but reached first for the tissues with the other hand (that he noticed was shaking, heh) and then sort of awkwardly wiping his hand off. Then mopping up Reid, a little.
Tissues dropped on the table; he was too tired to do much more than make it so that his hands weren't so sticky. He straightened up just enough to wrap both arms around Reid, this time, and another kiss to his shoulder, to his cheek. His legs were shaking, both their legs were shaking, and they weren't going to last much longer. Standing upright, this time. "Come on, blondie," he whispered through a voice that was more hoarse than he'd expected. "Let's get to bed."
And only then did he ease out, back and out with a slight sucking-popping sound, sort of half tugging and half carrying Reid the short distance to the bed before his legs gave out, too.
Small shudders at the touches, overly sensitive and absolutely perfect. His head lolled around a little, resting lightly against Tyler's, completely oblivious to things that would get sticky later - sweat, sperm, lube remnants - when dried, and completely aware of Tyler's every tiny motion. Anywhere. The sounds, and yes, the squelch made his lips turn up a little. The lonely buzz on the floor, and now he did send a sliver of power, a wisp, to turn the egg off. Right now, even Using wasn't a temptation, at all, to stir away from his ... from his baby boy.
He tried not to need to be carried, at any rate, but as soon as he could feel the surface against his legs, he dropped down on it, not letting go of Tyler's hand, so that they flopped with much less grace than they usually did. Fuck if he cared. He did care for the warmth and touch and all that the warm body so close to him was giving him, and no, physically was barely the beginning of it.
He snuggled into Tyler without conscious thought of decision, limbs tangling as close as he could get, just not quite curling into him yet. Blue eyes blinked at him, half-clouded with lassitude and, finally, exhaustion, and the dimples made an appearance. But all he came up with was a soft, rasped murmur of his name.
Tyler dragged the covers over them, thankfully he hadn't made the bed or anything when Reid showed up. Dragged the covers over them and curled up around him, feeling that tingly feeling of limbs too exhausted to move much.
He bundled him up in his arms and didn't tuck his head down to his shoulder so they could touch foreheads, looking at each other, instinctively responding to the way Reid snuggled against him. Soft smile, soft eyes into deep blue eyes, fingers brushing aside the locks of hair plastered to his face. It was good. The room was air-conditioned, the house was quiet, they didn't have anything to do except call the other two later. They could rest, here. It was really good.
"'m here," he murmured. "'m right here, not going anywhere. You get some sleep, 'kay?" And he leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead, lingering over it. "You get some sleep, blondie. I'll be right here."
A small, vocal sigh signified the draining of the last traces of tension from Reid's neck and shoulders, and he more or less melted against the taller boy.
His eyes fluttered as soon as Tyler shifted to kiss his forehead, and he fought to keep them open a little more. "kay..." he mumbled. "'s good. I'd like that." There was... maybe. Something to add to that, or to do, but...
... but Reid slipped out of consciousness without recalling what that would be. Too quick for him, and too deep, but still, solid sleep.
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God, this was hot. He was hot. Tyler was shaking, sweating with the effort to go slow and steady, rolling the egg over the base of his cock, over his balls. Nuzzling back, kissing wherever he could reach, panting with how much he wanted him.
Between kisses, whispering to him. "You are so fucking hot..." he breathed, lips wet, face wet from Reid's nuzzling and kissing. "God, you feel so good, could just fill you up right now." And a sharp little thrust to accent that last word. And he could. Christ, he'd gone from turned on to about ready to come real quick. By the feel of it, Reid had, too.
Not just yet, though. He took a breath and made himself ease out, completely out, chuckling as he teased his twitching hole with the tip of his cock. Then in again. Hard, sharp, but careful. But, hell, he knew Reid's body intimately, had for years. And he knew how to work him. The egg rolled around and around over him, came up to press just under the base and against his balls as he gave him a couple of deep, sharp thrusts.
"That sound good, huh?" Teasing little murmur. "You want me to just fill you all up with come?"
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Shaking, shaking all over, almost as finely as the vibration against his ggggh oh he did know how to working him, little, half-whimper, half-moaning sounds filling in the luls between small cries that came with thrusts.
He closed his eyes, and tried to stretch this all as many moments as he could, until the snapping coming was almost palpable, and he looked over his shoulder, just so he could watch his face, too. And his voice... as strained as it was, was almost soft, too. "Ye-ah... I want. I want you to grab me and feel me squirt all over your fingers, and want you to plunge as deep as you can inside me and fill me up, pulse after shuddering pulse... Please, Ty."
No, he didn't expect either of them to make it any further.
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And the egg fell and buzzed quietly and forlornly on the floor as he did take hold of Reid, who was dripping, god was he dripping and he took him in his fist and pumped him firm and fast, both ends, his other hand pressing flat against his chest. It wouldn't take much. Didn't take much. "Fuck, yeah..." he breathed. "God, yeah, Reid, you..." you're so hot. You're so hot, throbbing and coming all over me, yeah, Reid. You are so fucking hot when you're out of control like this. God, Reid, you are so hot in my arms. "Reid..."
Except, then he was coming, and pretty much at the mercy of his body exploding in him, one long groan and the strength wooshed out of him and he was shaking and sweaty and pressed up against him, barely able to stand.
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Until it died out, into low shudders which seemed to extend the same rhythm as he had sprayed... well, it felt all over, though he wasn't seeing too clearly, the afterimages of small sunbursts fading way too slowly from behind his lids.
"I..." small voice. Shaking, a little. "Y-you..." swallowing, that was difficult, his mouth was dry, suddenly, but he only registered that as difficulty speaking, rather than wanting anything. Basically because he couldn't... move much, caught between the fading trembles and the softness suddenly taking its place. Feeling the warmth behind him, the ragged breaths scattering against his skin. "Wow... T-ty." Steadier. "Ty."
The ringing in his ears was almost starting to fade down, too.
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Tissues dropped on the table; he was too tired to do much more than make it so that his hands weren't so sticky. He straightened up just enough to wrap both arms around Reid, this time, and another kiss to his shoulder, to his cheek. His legs were shaking, both their legs were shaking, and they weren't going to last much longer. Standing upright, this time. "Come on, blondie," he whispered through a voice that was more hoarse than he'd expected. "Let's get to bed."
And only then did he ease out, back and out with a slight sucking-popping sound, sort of half tugging and half carrying Reid the short distance to the bed before his legs gave out, too.
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He tried not to need to be carried, at any rate, but as soon as he could feel the surface against his legs, he dropped down on it, not letting go of Tyler's hand, so that they flopped with much less grace than they usually did. Fuck if he cared. He did care for the warmth and touch and all that the warm body so close to him was giving him, and no, physically was barely the beginning of it.
He snuggled into Tyler without conscious thought of decision, limbs tangling as close as he could get, just not quite curling into him yet. Blue eyes blinked at him, half-clouded with lassitude and, finally, exhaustion, and the dimples made an appearance. But all he came up with was a soft, rasped murmur of his name.
It was all, too.
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He bundled him up in his arms and didn't tuck his head down to his shoulder so they could touch foreheads, looking at each other, instinctively responding to the way Reid snuggled against him. Soft smile, soft eyes into deep blue eyes, fingers brushing aside the locks of hair plastered to his face. It was good. The room was air-conditioned, the house was quiet, they didn't have anything to do except call the other two later. They could rest, here. It was really good.
"'m here," he murmured. "'m right here, not going anywhere. You get some sleep, 'kay?" And he leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead, lingering over it. "You get some sleep, blondie. I'll be right here."
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His eyes fluttered as soon as Tyler shifted to kiss his forehead, and he fought to keep them open a little more. "kay..." he mumbled. "'s good. I'd like that." There was... maybe. Something to add to that, or to do, but...
... but Reid slipped out of consciousness without recalling what that would be. Too quick for him, and too deep, but still, solid sleep.