"I’m losing control here." [Lian/Reece, there's been too many kisses in a row... (delete if you aren't comfy with writing this)]
Reece was okay with Lian losing a bit of control.
At some point he'd tugged Lian into his lap, and they had turned into a mess of limbs and lips. If not for the clashing color of the clothing that frustratingly remained in place, it might be difficult to tell where one of them ended and the other began. In truth, times like these were when Reece felt most whole--a bit of Lian every where he looked, fitting against him like a piece of puzzle he didn't know he was missing.
There was only one other time when he felt he had enough contact, and that, he felt, was where all these kisses were leading. He was sure that they had both silently agreed by now.
Reece's breath was coming in shallow, quick gasps as he pulled back, his dark eyes full of want, love, and a bit of mischief. He settled his hands on Lian's waist and tugged the blonde's hips closer. In a quick, fell swoop he caught Lian's lips in another rushed, needy kiss.
"Lose it, then. I'll take all the control," Reece teased. He started to fumble with the buttons of Lian's shirt, grinning like a fool in love the entire time. This intimacy, this guy, never got dull. Every time Reece made love to Lian still felt like the first time--giddy, nervous, excited, and so very much in love.
"And while we're losing things, this shirt's gotta go. Stupid button up pajamas."