Reid got it. Not in words or concepts in his mind, no. But it was his turn to feel his belly clench, tight, and his thumb to brush along the back of Tyler's hand, the other hand slipping free only to slip-slide along the --

-- along his boyfriend's back. Resting on his neck, fingertips lightly into his hair. And more kissing.

And because Reid was Reid, between kisses he blinked at him, and smirked. "Let me know if I'm going too fast or anything, right?"