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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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.