Fingers curling inward, he clutched on to Reagan's hips, helping them down until he could feel their bodies interlock. Immediately, his hands moved up to card through Reagan's hair as he devoured that perfect moan. He was always very deliberate with his movements, never really letting himself lose control completely, but there always seemed to be something he was keeping under wraps.
When his hips started to move, the water sloshed around him and it was always an amusing challenge to move as much as he wanted to and not spill any water over the edge of the tub.
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