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Friday Night

Summary: Aaron is excited to spoil his lover over their weekend together.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid

Words: 7.6k

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! Literally 7k words of smut. D/s dynamics, dom!hotch, sub!spencer, pet names, leg humping, hair pulling, dirty talk, anal fingering, anal sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, aftercare

A/N: Hey all! I finally got my to rp hotchreid with me and uhhhh this happened lmao it’s purely smut and I just gave it a once over so if there’s any glaring mistakes lmk! Enjoy, and shoot me a message if you want me to add you to my HotchReid tag list!! :)

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Spencer was doing work in his office. It was a Friday night and Aaron had just dropped Jack off at his Aunt Jessica’s before arriving at his lover’s. Aaron made sure to lock up and slip off his shoes, jacket, and suit jacket before padding on socked feet to the only light source in the dark apartment. Spencer was furiously typing away at his desktop, even though he claimed he was anti-tech. Hotch walked over, placing a hand on the back of Spencer’s ornate desk chair. “Hey, angel. What’re you working on?” he asked in his low timbre.

Spencer jumped a little at the sound of Hotch’s voice. He turned around to look at the man. “I’m currently reading some new research articles on differences in the neurochemistry of the brains of serial killers.” He admitted. “Although, there really hasn’t been a lot of new information published.”

Hotch gave a small smile, bending down to gaze over his shoulder and look at the screen, his face getting closer to Spencer’s. “Very interesting, but don’t you do enough serial killer research for your day job?” he teased. His hand slid from the chair to the back of Spencer’s neck, giving it a gentle squeeze as he turned to face the genius, quirking an eyebrow.

Spencer smiled at the man. “You could say so, but we know so little about the brain and especially the brains of serial killers. Statistically, with the number of serial killers out there and with the amount of information we have on the brain it would be impossible for me to know all of the information but… I can try.” He stated. His gaze flickered from his lips to his eyes.

Aaron’s smile turned into a smirk as he squeezed the back of Spencer’s neck a bit tighter. “I’m sure you can, and will. But that’s enough for tonight. Come on, bed time.” He stood and walked over to the door before turning to wait for Spencer to follow.

Spencer shut down his desktop before getting out of his chair. He followed Aaron out of the room, shutting the light off on the way out. “How is Jack?”

Aaron’s smile softened once again at the mention of his son. “He’s doing well, excited for a night at his aunt’s.” He turns back to shoot Spencer a grin as he enters the bedroom, comfortable in lover’s space. “He asked about you.”

“What did he ask?” Spencer asked. He continued to follow him and sat down on bed with a soft sigh. He gazed up at Aaron warmly.

Hotch loosened his tie, his fingers working at the knot as he gazed back at Spencer. He draped it over the back of a chair before working on his shirt buttons. “He asked how you were, and if you’d be over again soon.”

Hearing Jack ask about him made Spencer smile. He watched Aaron’s nimble fingers work on his shirt buttons. “And what did you tell him?” Spencer looked back up at Hotch.

Aaron watched Spencer’s eyes track the movement of his hands, humming to himself. “So many questions,” he teased, letting his shirt fall off his shoulders before placing that aside as well. The corner of his lips quirked mischievously, revealing a dimple.

Spencer raised a brow at Hotch, tilting his head to the side slightly. “I thought that you liked it when I ask all of my questions.” He struggled to hold his gaze - tempted to look at the man’s lean physique.

“I do, baby. But I don’t necessarily enjoy talking about my son when I’m about to fuck you,” Aaron told him in his even cadence. He kept his gaze on Spencer as his hands undid his belt. He wet his lips, thinking about how they had the whole night and all of tomorrow alone together.

Spencer opened his mouth to say something but quickly snapped it shut. He felt his cheeks and the tips of his ears become warm at Hotch’s statement. He let his gaze flicker over him as he undid his belt. He almost squirmed on the bed, his cock twitching beneath his pants. He took a deep breath and cleared his throat. “You could have said that sooner.”

Aaron quirked an eyebrow at him, his hands pausing momentarily. “What, did you want me to come in and say ‘hi, Spencer, I want to fuck you?’” He watched his younger lover’s face flush as he wriggled on the bed. “No, that’s not what you want. You want me to tell you to come over here and kneel at my feet.” He left one hand on the button of his jeans, giving Spencer an expectant look.

Reid knew that look all too well by now. He slowly stood up and approached Hotch, holding eye contact with him for a moment once he got closer to him. He knelt before his feet obediently, gazing up at him with warm eyes.

“Oh, that’s my good boy,” Hotch cooed warmly. He ran his free hand through Spencer’s hair as he spoke. “So obedient,” he praised as he looked into Spencer’s eyes and gripped long brown locks. He gave a little tug so Spencer kept his eyes locked with Hotch’s dark ones. “You want my cock, angel?”

Spencer pressed into Hotch’s gentle touch. A small groan left him as he tugged on his hair, fluttering shut in pleasure before bringing his attention back to lover. “Y-Yes, sir.” He spoke softly, his tongue briefly running across his lips.

Hotch’s dick twitched in his pants as he felt himself harden. He’d never get over the way Spencer submitted to him. “Go on, baby. Take it out for me.” He gave one more sharp tug to Spencer’s hair just to hear what kind of noise he’d make.

Reid whimpered as Aaron pulled his hair again. Gentle hands ran up his thighs, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He kept his gaze on Hotch as he slipped his hard cock out from his briefs. He swallowed, biting his bottom lip.

Aaron watched him carefully, his hand never leaving Spencer’s curls. His free hand came down to stroke his exposed cock, groaning lowly at the feeling. “What do you want, baby boy?” he asked him lowly.

“I want your cock, sir.” Spencer’s hands came to rest on top of his knees obediently. He struggled to hold Hotch’s gaze as he stroked himself in front of him. He felt his cock begin to twitch and leak, straining against the fabric of his pants.

“Such a good boy, waiting so patiently,” Aaron praised. He shifted his hips forward so he could tap the head of his cock against Spencer’s lips. He watched with a heated gaze as he smeared precome against his boy’s lips, his heart thrumming at the way Spencer let him use him. “Open up, angel,” he commanded.

Reid followed Aaron’s command, opening his mouth when told rather than the moment that his cock touched his lips. He watched Hotch intently, trying to remain as still as possible. His heart swelling in his chest at the sound of his praise.

Hotch slid his cock into Spencer’s waiting mouth, groaning lowly as the wet heat engulfed him. His grip tightened in the light brown hair as he glanced down, the sight of the genius on his knees making his cock twitch in the young man’s mouth. He cupped Spencer’s cheek, stroking his thumb gently beneath his eye. Hotch watched him for a moment before threading his other hand in his hair as well. “Suck.”

Spencer eagerly obeyed, his lips closing around Hotch’s length. His tongue rested on the underside of his cock, slowly making his way to the head before taking him again. He felt himself relax at the feeling of Hotch’s hands firmly in his hair. Soon he was bobbing up and down on Aaron’s dick, lewd noises escaping him as licked and sucked every inch he could fit in his mouth.

Aaron groaned, a soft “fuck,” passing through his lips as Spencer started sucking his cock. He let Spencer control the pace, just enjoying himself as he watched his boy put in the work.

Spencer worked Hotch’s length faster at the sound of his praise. He held himself at the base of his cock with his nose burrowed in coarse hair, his eyes watering and throat tightening around Aaron before he pulled back. A low moan escaped him as the tip left his mouth with a wet ‘pop’, his hazel eyes trained on Hotch. He gripped his knees to keep himself as steady as possible.

“Fuck, baby,” Hotch groaned, taking a breath before tugging on the young man’s hair. “Up,” he said in that authoritative tone that came so easily to him. “I can see how hard you’re trying not to touch yourself, baby. Let me give you a reward.”

“Y-Yes, sir.” Reid immediately brought himself to stand, steadying himself by holding onto Hotch’s arms for a moment. He released his grip on his biceps, eagerly looking up at the man. His face was flushed and his lips were red after sucking Hotch’s cock.

“So fucking pretty, baby,” Hotch purred. He pulled Spencer’s face to his own and kissed him passionately, his lips moving hard and slow. One hand slid from Spencer’s hair, caressing the side of his neck before settling over Spencer’s throat.

Hotch always knew how to make his knees weak. His hands came up to rest on his shoulders. He kissed him hungrily, pressing himself against the man. His hard cock pressed against his hip and he whimpered at the sweet friction.

Hotch slipped his thigh between Spencer’s legs, humming when he felt his boyfriend’s hard cock press against him through the layers of their pants. He pressed his tongue into Spencer’s mouth and groaned as he tasted himself there. Aaron pulled back just enough to breathe between their lips, “go ahead, baby.”

Spencer rocked his hips against Hotch’s leg, releasing a breathy moan against his lips. He gripped his shoulders tighter to balance himself. How desperate for Aaron did he look right now? His throbbing cock continued to leak as he pleasured himself. He knew that his pants were stained at this point but that was a problem for tomorrow. The only thing that he wanted right now was Aaron.

Aaron tugged on Spencer’s hair at the sound of his soft moan before quickly working off the young man’s sweater and shirt. “Shit baby, you look so good like that, humping my leg. Did you miss me that much, sweet thing?” Hotch teased him, the hand on his throat moving to land a light smack to his ass before grabbing it roughly in his palm.

“Yes, sir. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we left the office.” He admitted, a bit breathless while he shamelessly humped Aaron’s thigh. He jumped a bit as he smacked his ass, but found his rhythm again as he grasped his ass firmly. Another whimper leaving him, he trailed his lips up the length of Hotch’s neck gently.

Aaron groaned lowly in his throat, everything about his boy was just too delectable, from the feel of his little thrusts against his flexed thigh to his soft sounds of pleasure. He turned his head to nip at Spencer’s lip before gazing into his heated eyes. “Such a needy little boy. It’s a good thing you have me to take care of you, hmm?”

“Yes, I’m very lucky, sir.” Spencer nodded in agreement. His hazel eyes had darkened as he continued to thrust against the strong thigh beneath him, but now he wanted more. He held Hotch’s gaze as he pressed into his thigh harder. His nails biting into his shoulders.

Aaron couldn’t help but smirk as he watched Spencer, his grip in his hair and on his ass tightening. “You need something, baby?” he cooed.

“I want you to fill me up with your hard cock, sir. Please.” Spencer pouted, but he didn’t stop humping his master’s leg. He whimpered again as his grip on him tightened.

Hotch surged forward to kiss him hard, his hands sliding to Spencer’s hips as he walked them back towards the bed. “Yeah, baby?” He asked between kisses. “You want your master’s cock? Want me to fill you up and fuck you into the bed?” Hotch stopped once Spencer’s knees hit the edge of the bed, moving to undo the young man’s belt, his strong thigh rubbing back and forth against the hard cock straining against the fabric of his pants.

Hotch’s words made Spencer groan. “Yes! Yes, sir.” He pleaded, messily rocking into Hotch’s thigh as he worked on his belt. One hand released his shoulder and slipped between them before grasping Aaron’s cock. He started to stroke him slowly, brushing his thumb over the tip. He knew that he was being over-eager, but he couldn’t help it when it came to Hotch.

Hotch bucked his hips into Spencer’s hand with a moan, his gaze flicking down between them. He watched Spencer hump his leg and stroke his cock at the same time and felt his knees tremble at the sight. “Fuck, Spencer, that’s enough,” he said gruffly. He quickly undid his pants before pushing them down his long, pale legs. “Turn around and bend over,” he said with dark, heated eyes.

Spencer’s heart swelled at the reaction that he had managed to pull from the composed man. He quickly turned around, snatching two of the pillows - one to rest under his hips and another to rest his chest on or hold onto. He shivered as the cool air ran over his raised ass and his throbbing cock as he bent over.

Aaron had to grip the base of his cock at the sight Spencer presented him with. “Such a good boy, so well trained, aren’t you? Getting yourself ready for me,” he continued to praise the young man. He opened the drawer next to Spencer’s bed and pulled out the lube, squirting some on to his fingers. Hotch rubbed the pad of a finger against Spencer’s hole, his other hand rubbing up and down his back.

Spencer jumped a bit at the sensation of the cool lube against his skin before he settled down again. He started to relax, melting against the pillows and pressing himself back into Hotch’s touch.

“Are you my good boy, Spencer?” Aaron asked as he continued to tease the tight muscle. He wanted to hear more of those sweet sounds he’d been making so he stepped closer, the wet head of his cock nudging behind Spencer’s balls.

“Yes, sir.” Reid nodded into the pillow, glancing back at Hotch briefly. He focused on relaxing, the feeling of Hotch’s rough yet warm hand against his back. A small whine slipped past his lips as he felt his cock press against him.

Aaron shushed him gently. “Relax, angel. I’m gonna take care of you.” He started to press one slick finger past the tight ring of muscle, his other hand continuing to rub soothingly against his flank. “Gonna get you nice and wet and loose for me, baby. So you can take my big fat cock. That’s what you want, isn’t it baby?”

Spencer moaned at the feeling of Hotch’s finger. He pressed back into his hand, already eager for more rather than focusing on relaxing. “I want your cock so badly, sir.” He murmured against the pillow. His cock was throbbing, smearing precum against his own stomach.

Aaron gave a quick spank to his ass before grabbing his hip, his finger sliding all the way up to his knuckle. “You’re gonna take what I give you, angel. Don’t get greedy.” He continued to roll his hips against Spencer every now and then, his cock nudging against his taint and creating a sweet friction that had the man sucking his breath between his teeth.

Reid let out a small yelp as Hotch spanked him. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry for getting greedy. I can’t help it. You just feel so good.” He whimpered at the feeling of Hotch grinding against him.

Hotch wet his lip as he watched his finger pump in and out of Spencer’s hole. “That’s okay, baby. I know you get all stupid from your master’s fingers, isn’t that right?” He easily slipped another finger inside of the genius whining into the pillow, groaning at the squelching sounds they were making.

Spencer couldn’t stop himself from groaning as he felt Hotch add another finger. He wanted to press his ass back into his hand. He wanted more. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take. “Yes, sir. You feel so good inside of me.”

“Yeah baby? You like my fingers?” Hotch teased as he fucked him with his digits before pausing with his fingers deep inside of Spencer. He crooked them, looking for his lover’s sweet spot. “Want me to make you come on them, baby boy?”

“Fuck, yes. Please, please, sir.” Spencer panted, begging. He moaned, pressing back into Hotch’s hand as he pressed against his sweet spot. He looked back at Hotch over his shoulder with pleading eyes.

“Fuck, Spence,” Hotch panted, his cock twitching at the sight. He angled his hand so the pads of his fingers could rub quick little circles against Spencer’s prostate. “That’s it, fucking beg for it,” he grunted, continuing to rut against the young man.

Reid started to fuck himself on Aaron’s fingers, pressing into his hand. He moaned, resting his forehead into the pillow. “Please, master, please let me come on your fingers. I won’t even touch my cock - just - please don’t stop.” He whimpered.

Aaron growled before pumping his fingers in and out of Spencer’s hole hard and fast. He tried to hit the young man’s prostate on every thrust. Hotch felt drunk on Spencer’s moans and dirty words. “Yeah? Gonna come just from me playing with your hole? Let me see it, baby. Come on, come on my fingers so then I can stuff you with my cock,” he panted. His other hand gripped Spencer’s hip hard, continually pulling him back against the thrusts of his fingers.

Spencer scrambled, grasping the sheets between tightly clenched fists as Aaron’s fingers thrusted into him. “A-Ah… it’s so good, sir, so good… yes… yes… Aaron!” He cried out, his muscles tending as he came. He was overcome with pleasure as his cock throbbed - making a mess of his stomach and the top sheet. He almost collapsed against the pillows. Soft, breathy pants leaving him. “Mm… you feel so good.” He mumbled, shuddering at the feeling of Hotch’s fingers still pumping.

“Good boy, sweetheart. Did so well for me, look so pretty coming on master’s fingers,” Aaron murmured lowly in praise before carefully pulling his fingers out. Spencer was being so good for him and it was making his head rush. He was so lucky to have a boy as good as Spencer, and he was going to make sure he knew how special he was. The blunt head of his cock dragged up his taint before pressing against the young man’s asshole. “This what you been waiting for, angel? My big hard cock?” He let Spencer hear him cover his member in lube, stroking himself as he watched the way Spencer’s ass clenched around nothing, waiting to be filled.

Spencer instinctively pressed back against Hotch’s cock as it pressed against his entrance before relaxing back against the pillows. He had barely caught his breath, hadn’t even completely come down from the heady feeling of his orgasm. He didn’t know if he could take more, but he wanted to try. His cock was already twitching at the thought of being filled up. “Mm, yes, sir. I want your cock inside of me so badly.” He practically purred at the thought, the anticipation, of Aaron taking him.

Hotch couldn’t hold back any longer if he tried. Hearing how desperate Spencer was for him and knowing he was still riding the high of his orgasm, he thrust inside him until he was as deep as he could go. Aaron grunted at how hot and tight his lover was and he held Spencer down with a hand gripping the back of his neck possessively, his chest heaving in anticipation.

Spencer cried out as Hotch thrusted into him suddenly. He instinctively shifted forward but was unable to move under Aaron’s strong grip. His hands released the pillow and gripped the duvet, twisting the fabric between clenched fists. His cry turned into a low groan at the sudden sensation of being filled. He groaned, resting his forehead against the bed as he pressed back into his hips. “F-Fuck, Hotch… your cock is so… fuck.”

Hotch moaned lowly, his dick twitching at the way Spencer clenched around him. “Shit, baby,” he panted, “what was that? My cock is so? What?” He teased Spencer as he ground his hips in small circles, letting the young man get used to being filled again. His thumb stroked the side of Spencer’s neck in a soothing gesture, his other hand tugged at a pale asscheek so he could gaze at the way his cock filled him.

“It’s so big, sir. I feel so full.” Reid panted against the pillow, moaning as Hotch began to move his hips. His cock was throbbing, half hard at the the feeling of Aaron’s cock inside of him. He pressed up into the soothing touch against his neck.

Aaron hummed contently, giving Spencer’s neck another squeeze to remind him he was there. “That’s right, baby. And you’re taking it so well. Feel how deep I am, angel,” he spoke lowly before rolling his hips forward just the slightest bit, resulting in a choked off groan from the dark-haired man.

Reid’s breath caught in his chest as Hotch rolled his hips forward. He took a few deep breaths to steady his racing heart before looking back at the man as he groaned. “I’m ready, sir. Please fuck me.” He whimpered as he ground his ass against Hotch’s hips.

He could’ve sworn his heart skipped a beat at the way Spencer looked at him, his eyes big and cheeks flushed with need. Aaron leant forward and kissed Spencer hard and dirty, all tongue and teeth, before standing up to his full height again. The hand that was on the back of his neck trailed down his spine, Aaron’s strong hands bracketing Spencer’s lithe waist. Without warning, he pulled out slowly and fucked his boy hard and deep, taking his time to drive Spencer wild with his cock.

Spencer barely had a chance to savor Aaron’s kiss before he was gone. He felt him start to pull out, whimpering until he thrusted back inside of him. The slow, deep thrusts made him moan. Every time he brushed over his sweet spot, he felt his cock begin to leak again. “A-Ah, you feel so good, master.” He bit down on his lower lip to stifle his moans.

Aaron groaned at the honorific, his heart clenching at the trust Spencer put in him. He kept an even pace, pulling Spencer’s hips back into each thrust. “Yeah? Gonna make you feel so good, baby boy. So good,” Aaron panted, mesmerized by the sight in front of him.

It was almost too much for Reid. The sound of skin slapping together. The way Hotch’s cock brushed over his sweet spot - making his muscles tense every time. His sensitive cock throbbing with every thrust or contact with the bed. He rested his cheek on the pillow, allowing him to get a glimpse of Aaron’s face. “Give me more, sir, please. I’ve been such a good boy and you feel so good.” He panted.

A low growl left him at Reid’s words, his hips stuttering for a moment. He leant forward and grabbed a fistful of Spencer’s long hair and tugged, forcing his head off the mattress and his back to arch. Aaron plunged in deeper at this angle, his hips snapping forward into his young lover. “That’s it, such a good boy, taking master’s cock so well, fuck.” The soft praises fell from Hotch’s mouth between grunts of pleasure.

Spencer groaned as Hotch pulled his hair and his body up. The new angle made him moan uncontrollably. He was so full already and now he felt like he was taking more. His thick cock rhythmically brushing back and forth against his sweet spot had him shaking.

“Sound so fucking sexy, baby,” Aaron murmured between breaths. He felt heat pool low in his gut and knew he was getting close. Spencer was a vision below him, shaking on his cock, but he wanted to see his face when he came. He let go of his boy’s hair and pulled out before flipping him onto his back, grabbing him by his hips and pulling him to the edge of the bed before sliding back home, his gaze locked with Spencer’s.

Reid released the sheets as Aaron let go of his hair and slipped out. He opened his mouth to ask Hotch what was going on, the sudden emptiness taking him by surprise, until he felt the older man flip his body around as if he was weightless. Suddenly, he was gazing up at Aaron, feeling the soft duvet run along his backside as he was pulled to the edge of the bed. He met Hotch’s gaze as he entered him with ease, his back arching off the mattress as he groaned in surprise and pleasure. His hands rested above his head, tangled amongst the sheets.

He grabbed Spencer’s leg and placed it over one of his shoulders, his other hand grabbing the back of a pale knee and pushing it towards his chest. Aaron began pounding Spencer into the mattress, his thrusts hard and fast as he gazed into his lover’s eyes. “Fuck, Spencer, shit, so fucking tight for me.”

Between the way that Hotch manhandled him, the angle of his hips, and his thrusts - Reid felt himself coming undone. His cock leaked precome against his already messy stomach. He began to stroke himself slowly causing him to start to clench around on Hotch’s cock. Soft broken moans slipped past his lips as Aaron fucked him senseless. “A-Ah, sir… Aaron… you… your… ugh.” He groaned, barely able to get his words out.

“Yeah? You gonna come again, baby? Gonna come on your master’s cock?” Aaron asked him, hoping Spencer was as close as he was. A large hand wrapped around Spencer’s thigh as Hotch hugged his leg against his own chest, trying to keep that perfect angle as his thrusts grew sloppy. “C’mon, angel, so fucking close,” he panted, heated gaze flickering between Spencer eyes and his hand working his cock.

“Yes… yes - don’t stop, please, sir… Aaron!” Spencer cried out as he came, his muscles tensing and back remaining arched. He clamped down on Hotch’s cock - twitching around him. He entered a warm, heavy headspace, soft groans leaving him as he continued as Hotch thrusted into him sloppily.

“Oh, oh, oh fuck,” Aaron moaned as he came inside of Spencer, his tight ass milking him for everything he’s worth. His grip tightened on Spencer’s legs as he smothered another moan into the man’s knee hooked over his shoulder. He stilled his hips, gazing down at his lover warmly as he tried to catch his breath.

Reid’s chest rose and fell as he took slow, deep breaths to try and catch his breath. He gazed up at Hotch with soft, warm eyes. He was still on cloud nine. His body shivered as he felt him finish inside of him. He mustered a small smile, reaching his hand out to brush his fingertips along Hotch’s jaw.

Aaron nuzzled into Spencer’s palm, his heart soaring at his soft smile which he easily returned. He was suddenly obsessed with feeling the young man underneath him, running his hands up Spencer’s chest. He felt his racing pulse at the column of his flush neck as he leant forward to kiss his boy sweetly.

Spencer hummed happily as he felt Aaron’s hands on his skin. He kissed him gently, pressing his lips against his own eagerly. “Was I a good boy?” He whispered with a small chuckle.

Aaron gave him a cheeky grin, his hands sliding down Spencer’s chest so he could brush his thumbs back and forth across his nipples. “You were such a good boy, baby. Came for me twice and took me so well.” Aaron nudged his nose against Spencer’s. He warned him softly before pulling out with an exhale.

Spencer whimpered as Aaron pulled out. He instinctively pressed into his touch as he felt the calloused fingers against his nipples. “You felt so good.” He murmured, running a hand through Hotch’s hair.

Hotch practically purred at the caress. While Spencer had looked so fucking good under him, he had missed his touch. “Love making you feel good, angel,” he whispered against Spencer’s lips as he moved to kneel on the bed. Aaron wrapped large hands around Spencer’s ankles and placed them behind his back before returning to playing with his hard nipples.

“And I love making you feel good, sir.” He murmured, pecking his lips. Spencer raised a brow up at Hotch as he continued to play with his nipples. His heart was racing beneath his chest. His ankles locked together behind his lower back to help keep him close. “What are you up to?” He asked with a small laugh, shifting beneath Hotch.

“Just wanna feel you, baby,” Hotch murmured, placing small pecks on Spencer’s lips. He pinched the nipple under his right hand, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger while watching Spencer carefully. “Why? Something the matter?”

A small gasp passed his lips as Hotch played with his nipple a bit more roughly. He tightened his grip a bit on his hair as he trailed his lips along his jaw to hide his face. “We both know what you’re doing.” He whispered against his ear before tugging on his ear lobe playfully with his teeth.

Hotch moaned lowly, his hot breath fanning across Spencer’s cheek. “What am I doing?” He asked innocently. Large hands slip up pale skin before gripping brown locks and tugging, bringing his lips to hover over Spencer’s as he raised an eyebrow at the man.

Spencer couldn’t stop the grin that spread on his face. He released Aaron’s hair, his hand traveling down to cup his cheek. “You’re looking for more.” He stated confidently as his thumb brushed against Aaron’s bottom lip tenderly. “I know that look in your eyes, Aaron.”

Aaron pressed a kiss to the pad of his lover’s thumb tenderly before sliding his Unit Chief mask into place. “Don’t profile me, Reid,” he teased, but he couldn’t really keep a straight face towards the end.

“You seemed to profile me pretty well before.” Spencer commented, leaning up to kiss Hotch deeply. “Very well.” He added before he relaxed back against the bed.

Aaron hummed lowly, kissing Spencer softly. “It’s my job,” he teased. He leant back enough to look into Spencer’s eyes. “But if I was? Looking for more?”

“I would try to meet you there. Although I may not be able to walk tomorrow.” He joked lightly, gazing up at Aaron. His hand trailed from his cheek, down his neck, and rested on his chest.

Aaron grinned down at him, his fingers scratching the back of Spencer’s head. “Mm, I really just wanted to tease you,” he admitted with a smirk.

Spencer leaned back into Aaron’s hand, huffing at his statement. He looked away for a moment before meeting his gaze again. “Of course you were.” He said with a hum.

Aaron watched his lover carefully, his eyes flitting across his features. He hummed thoughtfully before kissing Spencer with a soft smile. “You wanna go for number three,” Hotch stated more than asked.

“I’m trying to see how far you can go or if you can keep up.” Spencer challenged with a small chuckle. He kissed Hotch warmly. “I want to. I don’t know if my ass or my cock can handle it.” He sighed, although his cheeks turned a bit pink as he said those words.

“Mm, no?” Hotch purred, looking thoughtful for a moment. “Do you still have that vibrator in your drawer?” He tugged at Spencer’s hair roughly, just to watch the way his head jerks back and to slowly get his boy back in his headspace.

Spencer’s breath caught in his chest as Hotch suddenly tugged his hair. He held his gaze, although he could barely meet his eyes. “Yes, sir. It’s next to where the lube was.” He stated. He wanted to be in that headspace again - warm, fuzzy, pleasured with Hotch all around him.

Aaron hummed as he reached over and pulled out the long prostate massager to place it on the bed beside Spencer. He moved to lay beside the other man, grabbing the lube to squeeze some onto his fingers. “You remember your safeword?” Aaron asked him softly before rubbing the pads of his fingers against his loose hole.

“Vulcan.” Spencer said and nodded, turning to lie on his side and face Hotch. He draped a leg over his own to give him easier access. He cupped Aaron’s face in his hands.

“Good boy,” Aaron praised lowly, sliding one finger inside to check and see how sensitive his boy was. He pressed soft kisses across Spencer’s face before leaning back to watch him with intense eyes.

Reid’s back arched, pressing his ass into Hotch’s hand. “A-A-Ah.” His breath caught in his throat. He didn’t expect to feel so sensitive, but he could feel that heat building.

“Shh, I’m right here, baby,” Aaron cooed. He kept his finger buried to the knuckle while crooking his finger, looking for that sweet spot. “I’ve got you.” Hotch’s dick gave a twitch of interest, but his refractory period was nowhere close to his young lover’s.

Spencer groaned as Hotch began to press against his sweet spot. His cock twitched a few times in response. He didn’t know if he had another one in him, but he wanted it so badly. He pressed a tender kiss to Aaron’s lips, gazing at him.

Aaron looked deeply into Spencer’s eyes before rubbing small circles against his prostate, leaning forward to kiss him hard and slow. A wet, hot, tongue pressed against Spencer’s lips, trying to gain access.

Reid parted his lips, his tongue rolling with Hotch’s. He moaned into his mouth, pressing closer so that he was almost against Aaron. He wanted to feel him close. He needed him closer. One hand rested on the back of his neck, the other tangled in his hair.

Hotch licked into Spencer’s mouth, his finger rubbing even harder inside him. He managed to get his other hand between their two bodies so he could rub the pads of his fingers across his lover’s pert nipples. He sucked on his tongue before murmuring, “I kinda wanna see if I can make you cum just from my fingers, again.”

“I want to see if you can too.” Spencer said with a small smile. A hint of a smirk on his lips. A challenge. A sweet moan left him as he began to play with his nipples and rub him harder. His cock was starting to throb and yet it was so sensitive.

Aaron was mindful of any time he brushed against Spencer’s sensitive cock between them, sometimes even hissing softly in empathy. “Yeah baby? You don’t want me to play with your little toy over here?” Hotch asked as he pinched a nipple and tugged on it. He took in Spencer’s face, trying to read what he wasn’t saying out loud.

“Mm your fingers feel so good, but that would too. I don’t know which one I want more, sir.” Spencer murmured, groaning as he tugged on his nipple. He was starting to feel fuzzy, warm all over. He was chasing another orgasm and it felt so good to be fucked by Hotch.

Aaron hummed thoughtfully, glancing down at Spencer’s cock that was twitching to life between them. “While I love how you feel around my fingers,” Hotch began as he removed his finger and instead grabbed the prostate massager. He pressed it into his boy slowly, even though he knew he was loose and wet with lube and his cum that he’d just finger fucked back into him. “They can’t hit quite as deep as your toy can, can they, baby boy?” he asked once the toy was pressed against his prostate with ease.

A low, deep groan left Spencer as Hotch pushed the toy inside of him. “N-No, they can’t s-sir.” He mumbled. It wasn’t as filling as Hotch’s cock, but it felt so damn good. Heavy, warm eyes remained trained on Aaron.

Aaron bit Spencer’s bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth before letting go with a wet pop. “Now you let me know if it’s too much,” he prefaced again as he gazed into Spencer’s eyes. He let his lover take a breath before he pressed the button, making the toy vibrate directly against the bundle of nerves deep in him.

The moan that left Spencer was sinful, borderline pornographic, as the vibrations pressed against his prostate. He pulled Aaron’s face close, kissing him hungrily as he began to rock back onto the toy. He wanted it to be too much and he wanted all of it at the same time.

Arron held his wrist firm, letting his boy fuck himself on his toy. He groaned against Spencer’s lips at the obscene sounds he was making, as well as the sound of the squelching around the toy due to Aaron’s own cum - the effect was heady and overwhelming.

Spencer continued to rock back into his toy, grunting and moaning. He sucked on his bottom lip before releasing it, soft pants brushing against Aaron’s lip. His cock was almost half hard and already leaking.

“That’s it, come on baby,” Hotch panted against Spencer’s lips. He kissed the young man, slow and filthy and filled with tongue, murmuring against his lips. “Wanna see you come one more time. Come on angel, come for me. Let me see you.” Aaron flicked his wrist fast, finally fucking Spencer with the toy, trying to hit his sweet spot every time as he watched him with lustful eyes.

Spencer whimpered, starting to moan as Aaron’s wrist flickered. He craned his neck back, exposing the sensitive pale column to Hotch. “Ha-aah, you feel so good sir,” Spencer babbled, “I want to come for you.” He added. His head was fuzzy, warm, filled with pleasure. A strangled cry left him as he came, his all too sensitive cock rubbing against the sheets as he pressed back into his hand.

A contented hum left Aaron as he watched Spencer come for the third time. He was always amazed by his lover and his ability to take whatever the older man gave him. He turned off the vibrator, leaving warm, wet kisses up and down Spencer’s throat while he settled into post-orgasmic bliss. Hotch wore a shit-eating grin as he gently removed the toy, tossing it onto the hardwood floor to be dealt with later. “You did so good, baby,” he cooed before kissing any place of his lover he could reach - his neck, cheeks, nose, collar bones, shoulders. He would never have enough of Spencer.

Spencer wrapped shaky arms around Aaron. He groaned as the toy left him - his asshole clenching around nothing. A sweet whimper slipped past his lips as Hotch kissed along his body. “Mm thank you, sir.” He whispered, enjoying the bliss that enveloped him.

“You’re so welcome, sweetheart.” The reply rumbled in the back of Hotch’s throat. He wrapped an arm around Spencer and pulled him close, a warm hand splayed against the small of his back. His mind whirled with cleanup that would follow as his lover took his post-coital shower, but for now Aaron just placed a final kiss to the tip of his nose and relaxed.

Spencer opened his eyes and looked at Hotch warmly. He tangled a soft hand in his hair. “Thank you, Aaron.” He whispered, leaning in to kiss him gingerly.

Aaron smiled against his lips, giving him happy little pecks. “It’s my pleasure.” He rubbed warm circles into Spencer’s back as the young man relaxed. “Few more minutes then you gotta hop in the shower.”

Spencer sighed, starting to relax against the sheets. “You’re right, we shouldn’t go to bed like this.” He said with a small laugh.

“Mm, I’m usually right,” Aaron purred happily. His grin was still huge, happy to see his lover sated and content. “How do you feel? Do you want some water?” He pressed another kiss to Spencer’s head, unable to help himself.

“Yes, please.” Spencer smacked his lips together. He slowly untangled himself from Aaron and brought himself to sit up. He stretched his neck, groaning.

“Be right back,” Hotch promised with a kiss to the cheek before sliding out of bed and heading to Spencer’s kitchen. He filled up a glass of water before checking the cabinets for a snack. Settling for an unopened sleeve of ritz crackers, he returned to the bedroom with a warm smile.

Spencer ran a hand through his messy hair as Hotch left. He took a few slow, deep breaths to try to calm his racing heart. What a night. He’d be lucky if he could walk or handle round two tomorrow. He smiled at Aaron as he entered the room. “I see that you’ve found my snacks.” He said, his stomach rumbling at the sight.

A chuckle left Aaron as he sat next to his lover, handing him the water. “I’m definitely taking you grocery shopping tomorrow.” He opened the crackers and ate one before holding another to Spencer’s lips, waiting.

“Ritz crackers sustain me.” Spencer said before he took the cracker that Aaron held out to him. He took a couple sips of water and sighed. “That’s much better.”

Aaron watched his lover with a warm, careful gaze. He placed a hand on Spencer’s thigh and brushed his thumb back and forth slowly. “How’re you feeling, sweetheart? Anything hurt?” Aaron pressed a lingering kiss to the side of Spencer’s head before checking over him once more.

“Not yet. I will be feeling it tomorrow. Let’s hope that we don’t have a new case.” Spencer said, leaning against Aaron. He took a few slow deep breaths, relaxing.

“Your boss sounds like a hard ass. You should take a day off,” Aaron murmured into Spencer’s cheek. He smiled to himself at his own joke before patting his lover’s thigh.

“I should. He works me all day and fucks me all night.” Spencer snorted. He opened his eyes and looked up at Aaron, a dopey smile on his face. He was obviously still coming down from his post-orgasm high.

Aaron drew his head back to give the young man an astonished look that was slightly obscured by his grin. “And here I was, taking care of you. The disrespect I get in this house...”

“In this apartment.” Spencer corrected, kissing Aaron’s neck gently before he sat upright. He stretched his arms above his head, grunting as his shoulders popped.

Aaron rolled his eyes, giving Spencer’s thigh a nice love-smack. “Alright, brat, sounds like you’re ready for a shower,” he announced before sliding out of bed. Aaron meandered over to the en-suite and turned on the water to let it heat up.

“I am. I definitely need it.” Spencer stole a few more ritz crackers and munched on them as he made his way over to the en-suite. He watched Aaron start the shower while enjoying his snack.

Aaron was leant forward, checking the water temperature when he felt eyes on his back and then heard the snap of a cracker. He couldn’t help the soft smile as he turned around to face his love. “It’s nice and warm, come on, you,” he ordered softly before taking Spencer’s crackers and putting them on the counter. He ushered the young man in before sliding behind him.

Reid practically melted between the warm water and the feeling of Hotch behind him. He hummed, leaning his head back against his strong chest. He lingered for a moment before starting to lather his loofah.

Aaron easily plucked the loofah from Spencer’s hands and began lathering the young man’s shoulders and back. He gently cleaned between Spencer’s ass cheeks, sure that he was sensitive, before cleaning the rest of his body and then himself. Pressing warm kisses to his lover’s wet neck, he wrapped his arms around his middle. “Ready to go to sleep, sweetheart?”

His lover gave a contented hum. “Very much, ready,” Spencer agreed with a quiet yawn. He felt Aaron reach around him to turn off the water before pulling the curtain aside and helping him out. A fluffy towel was wrapped around his shoulders, delivered with a kiss to his forehead.

Soon enough, the pair had dried off and returned to bed. Spencer burrowed under the covers with a happy little hum, his mind and body satiated by his lover who slid into bed behind him. Aaron’s strong arm wrapped around his stomach and pulled him back against his chest.

“I love you,” Aaron mumbled against the back of his neck before placing a lingering kiss there.

Spencer found Aaron’s hand under his pillow and threaded their fingers together before exhaling, his body relaxing into the mattress. “I love you too,” he murmured back before the pair of lovers succumbed to sweet dreams.

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