[Tyki's hips rock with a bit more insistence, his grip on the other man's wrist and the belt both still kept tight. He groans beneath his breath, still smirky and chuckling darkly into quickened, deeper thrusts. He doesn't moan louder than that, though his hips shift and he grunts before release finally catches up to him, perhaps only once or twice after he's grazed the back of Reid's throat. He pulls back slowly, slackening the cinched belt to push back Reid's shoulder and lazily put himself away after a moment. He keeps a firm grip on that wrist, however.] Well, that sufficed.