[ Despite the wash of relief that's unleashed as Tyki lets go of him, Reid doesn't pull back. There's still a bug eating through his chest. He has to see this to the end or it'll all be for nothing, and it's that thought that keeps him obediant. Pliant.
The twisting of his wrist has him struggling not to squirm, to cry out, mouth moving around the thrusting hardness. He can taste it, just at the back of his tongue. Any moment now, and then they're done. ]