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Kisses were good. Kisses and touches and all the myriad little things he'd wanted to do now and again over the years but as he'd learned what Reid shied away from, he never had. And now he could.

And it was amazing. It was heady, it was dizzying, it was lifting him up and floating him away to a world that was just him and Reid, and nothing else.

It was perfect. It was absolutely perfect.

The longer kisses pulled at places lower in his body, the softer kisses made his chest clench. The juxtaposition between the two was enough to make him giddy.

"Think so...?" he murmured, trying to capture his lips again. "Works better with more kissing."

But he was grinning, almost laughing even with the kisses.

Oh, all of this. No, Reid hadn't quite yet figured out why it was so thoroughly ... something. Not quite overwhelming, but... all-encompassing. Yeah, that one. Everything. It was just...

"Thinking," he gasped out, grinning, "doesn't work better with more kissing. That said..." More kissing, oh so very much more kissing. "For some reason, I really, really want to just do that. Lots and lots of it."

It wasn't like he had been longing for it for a while or anything, not at all; but now that they had started, he didn't want to stop. The tingle that had been on his lips the other morning at the brief peck was spreading all over him, and he just wanted more, and more.

"'s fantastic. You're fantastic."

"Then don't think," Tyler chuckled, between kisses. "We can do lots of this. Fantastic..." Mm, more kisses. "Doesn't even begin to cover it."

And, yeah. More kisses, but also...

... he wasn't sure what gave him the idea, or if it was just something they did, or all the things they'd done. But pretty soon his hands were crawling under Reid's shirt, moving to take it off so there could be more kissing with his hands all over the warmth of Reid's body.

And he was pretty sure his blondie would like it, too.

"Do I ever?" Impish grin between kisses. And caught in the look in those blue eyes for a moment, before more kisses caught him in another way.

... and then. Reid actually gasped and shivered, with the feel of Tyler's hands on his body. God, in a way, he had practically forgotten the... rest of the things they could ... do. For a few moments, but still, too caught up in the unexpected and the possible and meanings and blue eyes just a tad darker than his, and a pair of incredibly soft lips and the feel they gave him, and...

"... oh, no you don't." Smirk. Deep kiss, before grappling for Tyler's own shirt, sloppily taking it off in turn, and kissing again, and then,

naturally,

tickling.

Tyler had and hadn't, in a way. Probably because he'd been thinking of this even subconsciously for a while. And he still wanted more, more touches, more skin. More kisses, and... well, Reid taking off his shirt was always welcome, but...

"Reid!"

It wasn't his exasperated Reid!, not with the laughing. Maybe startled, and yelping. He wriggled and squirmed under Reid's hand, trying to get to a vantage point where tickling wasn't an option.

Eventually he just gave up and tickled back.

Yes, Reid was, for once in a very rare while, behind with things. He hadn't even realized how much, yet, too caught up in the now to try catching up and figuring things out.

"Yes, Ty?" Giggling and wiggling, very much, and tickling back, and really, actually maneuvering them haphazardly (Tyler was good at knowing where and how to tickle him, too!) towards the bed. Where he'd try to flop down on, on top of Tyler and pinning his arms under him...

... but that didn't work out, exactly.

They still found themselves pressed close and face against face with relatively minimum jostling into each other, and that was its own kind of win, right?

"You're a brat." Tyler laughed, and meant to say something more except, mm, bed. And, mm. Pressed up against Reid and that needed more kissing, so he did. And grabbed Reid's wrists, lightly, then slid his hands up to palm-to-palm, lacing fingers.

And more kissing. Now that they at least temporariyl couldn't tickle.

"Anytime for you, baby boy." Smirk, big wide smirk at that. And then eyelashes fluttering at what Tyler did with their hands, fingers lacing and holding back, though.

A heartbeat's pause, and then he kissed back, and it was different yet again. Softer and longer, and eyes just a little wide again, between kisses.

Soft kisses, long and not as deep as before, but no less heartfelt. This was the kind of kiss that was meaning something, conveying something that probably wasn't for right now. Too much.

But still, he felt it, so he tried to let him know it. With kisses.

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?"