Emerson had never felt anything like this before. It was a bit maddening, in that it felt so incredible. He wanted to keep going, to push into him hard and indulge in these amazing sensations coursing through his body. He couldn't, though. Not yet. He opened his eyes to look down at Reed, meeting his eyes for a moment. He had to make sure he was okay. Call him sensitive, but Emerson couldn't help it. He lightly pressed his hand to the side of Reed's face and brushed his thumb against his cheek. He couldn't see any misery on Reed's features, which was encouraging.
He knew he had to keep moving, otherwise it would get painful for both of them. "I love you," he whispered, then leaned in and kissed him. As he did so, he started to press into him slowly, inch by inch.