Emerson was also gripping the bedcovers, panting as he pushed into Reed further. It was all he could do not to come already. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting to feel, but it wasn't nearly as good as the reality. And hearing Reed make such pleasured sounds was music to his ears. He slowly pulled out a little, then pressed back in, moaning softly. He rested his cheek to Reed's, as he pulled back and pressed in again, this time all the way to the hilt.
"Are you all right?" He gasped out, just barely above a whisper.