Reeds moans and the movements he was making were driving Emerson on. His intentions were to drive him mad with need, then untie him and let him do whatever the fuck he wanted with him. But with him writhing and moaning like that he was very tempted to abandon that plan and just suck him off all the way, or untie him now and let him fuck his brains out. With that last thought in mind, he gave his erection one last long, lingering suckle, then lifted his head. He ran his tongue up the center of his body, almost retracing the path he'd taken down before. The further up her got, the most in control he realized he was of the situation. He could do anything he wanted and Reed --strong as he was-- couldn't stop him. Emerson wasn't power hungry at all, but he did like knowing he had that control should he need it. He grinned at the thought and flicked his tongue over one of Reed's nipples, then started kissing on his neck, all the while he had his own erection rubbing against Reed's.
His hands roamed Reed's body, feeling the muscles, the smooth skin, the heat coming from his lover's body. He could almost feel the desperation, too. It was thrilling. It had gotten Emerson pretty worked up as well. He ran his tongue up the side of his lover's neck, all the way to his ear.
"I want to be inside of you," he whispered, licked his ear, and drew back to look into Reed's eyes. It took about three seconds for him to realize what he'd just said, and his eyes widened with a bit of shock.