There's hardly a need to urge him on, but it's effective. Over the years, he's thought so much about how he'd like this reunion to be, what he might like to do. A lot of it had included more ... finesse than this, but it hardly matters now. Not when this is more than enough, when Luke's eyes are so clouded with pleasure, when every thrust pulls those wonderful noises from his throat.
Some part of his mind remembers that Luke had said something about riding him, but stopping now would simply be madness. So he keeps going, his breath getting heavier and heavier, his thrusts losing the rhythm as need and heat take over all of his senses.
Until it's over, and he shakes and trembles with the last shallow, mindless thrusts and he burrows his face against Luke's throat because he never wants to leave him again.
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Date: 2023-07-25 08:56 pm (UTC)Some part of his mind remembers that Luke had said something about riding him, but stopping now would simply be madness. So he keeps going, his breath getting heavier and heavier, his thrusts losing the rhythm as need and heat take over all of his senses.
Until it's over, and he shakes and trembles with the last shallow, mindless thrusts and he burrows his face against Luke's throat because he never wants to leave him again.