He didn't need to be told twice. Emerson started to move a little bit more deliberately. He thrust into him, the warmth enveloping him and the friction rubbing against his erection. He could see why Reed had a tendency to lose control and fuck him senseless. Emerson had that urge, too. The tempo of his thrusts increased, and one hand slowly slid down Reed's stomach until he found his erection again. He started to move his hand in time with his hips. "Tell me when I find it," he said lowly, knowing Reed would know what he meant, since they did this so much. He was looking for that sweet spot that would be surely make Reed's toes curl.