Reed was surprised at the empty feeling the absense of his fingers left. He hadn't expected it to feel like something was missing.
When his hands were finally free he fought the urge to grab Emerson and have his way with him. Instead he rotated his wrists a few times and then ran them down Emerson's chest, forcing himself to continue relaxing. If he thought about this too much he'd tense back up, and it would make it more painful. He knew this from experience, though he tried desperately not to think of that. He kissed Emerson passionately, and while Emerson gasped, Reed whimpered, then pulled away.
He couldn't help it, his mind automatically flicked to the time before, and he prepared himself for the pain. But it didn't really come. There was a few seconds of intense pain, mainly when his body tensed up, and then the head of Emerson's erection was through and suddenly it wasn't so bad. He opened his eyes slowly, almost warily, and looked up at Emerson.