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geekystudmuffin2009-02-08 07:08 pm
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Having It All (3/3) Hotch/Reid/Morgan, NC-17
Title: Having It All (3/3)
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innerslytherin and severity_softly
Pairing: Hotch/Reid/Morgan
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
WC: ~17,000
Warning: Double penetration
Notes: Self-betaed. Set generically during season three. RP format.
Summary: After Reid finds out about Hotch and Morgan's relationship, he considers walking away from the BAU. Morgan and Hotch have something else in mind.
IMPORTANT NOTE:This is the fourth and final installment of a four-part series (Hotch/Morgan/Reid--all four parts posted this week). The first three installments, Helping Morgan, Watching Hotch, and Wanting Reid, should be read for context.
Part One
Part Two
With a little groan, Morgan kissed Reid's hip and stood, following them to the bed. He was more patient than Reid, but sucking Reid's cock had his own painfully hard, and he wanted some attention. "That was gorgeous," he said, collapsing onto the bed. He looked at Reid. "You're gorgeous."
Reid chuckled softly, feeling lightheaded and happy, and reach his hands up to touch both men on either side of him. "Shh," he whispered, not needing to hear how gorgeous they thought he was anymore.
Hotch hummed and caught Reid's finger in his teeth when it trailed over his jaw, trying not to press his erection against Reid's hip, trying to remind himself that Reid was spent right now. "We've wanted you this long, we're going to tell you that as many times as we need to." Reid looked thoughtlessly happier than Hotch had ever seen him, and he couldn't help but grin at Morgan across Reid's chest.
Morgan laughed, pleased to see that expression on Hotch's face. He'd been afraid, so afraid, that his suggestion of bringing Reid into this would destroy everything, and instead Reid looked happy and Hotch was grinning in a way that Morgan hadn't seen in years. And Morgan...well, Morgan had just got his first taste of a man he'd wanted from the moment they'd met. He closed his eyes. "You're gorgeous, Spencer. And I can't wait to watch Aaron fuck you into next Tuesday." His cock gave a tiny pulse as he said that, and he slid a hand down to stroke himself slowly.
Reid hummed, thinking his body really shouldn't feel so excited by that idea yet, not when it was still vibrating with his release. Still he turned to kiss Hotch, drawing the kisses out languidly, his fingers stroking Hotch's face.
If Reid continued to kiss him like that, Hotch thought he might explode with want. "Whenever you're ready," he breathed, because he wanted so much right now, and he was surprised when Reid rolled up to climb over Hotch and straddle him, both of Reid's hands in Hotch's hair. Hotch rocked up against Reid and groaned, unable to stop himself from seeking friction, hooking one hand around Reid's neck to deepen their kiss while reaching the other out to stroke down Morgan's chest and stomach.
"Oh, God," Morgan breathed, and shifted so he could see them better. His hand tightened a little on his cock as he stroked himself. Reid's hair fell around Hotch's face, but Morgan could read the hunger in the lines of Hotch's body. It was wonderful. "Aaron," he whispered, his free hand finding Hotch's hand and lifting it to his mouth. Hotch's hands were strong and capable, sexy hands. Morgan kissed the knuckles, then ran his tongue along one long finger.
"Derek," Hotch panted, slipping his hand out of Morgan's and down to circle Morgan's cock, not having missed the way Morgan was starting to look desperate from need. He moaned when Reid shifted, pressing down against him, and leaned up, claiming Reid's mouth with a renewed hunger. God, Reid moaning against his lips was something he knew would never grow old. He licked his lips, panting hard as Reid started biting lightly across his jaw and neck, then slid down and licked at a nipple. "God, Spencer..."
"Want you inside of me," Reid breathed, biting lightly against the nub under his tongue and liking the way it made Hotch arch up underneath him. He was slowly coming to his senses again now that he was moving, and barely able to believe he was doing this to Hotch.
"Oh, fuck," Morgan murmured, his hips jerking. Hotch's hand was firm on his cock, and Morgan's gaze was riveted on Reid. He gasped at the slow roll of pleasure unfurling in him at the sight of them together like that and the knowledge that he wasn't being excluded. He smiled when Reid took his advice and bit at Hotch's nipple; his smile widened at Hotch's reaction. After a minute he reached down and covered Hotch's hand with his own, stroking along with him a few times, then stopping them both.
The sudden lack of stimulation tore a whimper from his throat, but he rolled onto his side, closer to the other two, and murmured, "I think you're going to need a little help if Spencer's this eager." He kissed Hotch's ear, then pulled away, grinning. "You dropped the lube across the room."
"Well, someone had better get it," Reid murmured, his lips curling against Hotch's skin as he licked his way across to Hotch's other nipple and bit down.
"Oh, Spence-- Spencer," Hotch moaned, pulling Morgan back for a kiss before letting Morgan go completely. This was Morgan's idea, he thought. Maybe I should give him a raise. He couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself.
Morgan raised his eyebrows and leaned in for another kiss. "What's funny?" God, he loved seeing Hotch relaxed like this. Happy like this.
Hotch shook his head, opening his eyes to see Reid looking up at him too. "Nothing. This is just... wonderful." He slid his hand down to squeeze Reid's ass, and Reid bent to kiss him.
Grinning, Morgan stroked a hand over Reid's hair, then got off the bed to get the condoms and lube. He paused halfway back to the bed to just appreciate the sheer beauty of Reid's lanky body poised over Hotch's solid, powerful one. Reid was tense with what Morgan suspected was desperation to be with Hotch. Morgan knew the feeling well. And Hotch--Hotch was hungry and unguarded. Morgan's grin widened and he crawled onto the bed again, already tearing open a condom packet. "Let me help out," he murmured, and reached between them to roll the condom onto Hotch's cock.
Hotch whimpered when Morgan's hands slid over him. He was achingly hard and desperate for more than this, and the slide of Morgan's fingertips just reminded him of that. He squeezed Reid's ass again, pouring the lust he felt into kissing Reid, each one growing in intensity.
Reid moaned, the passion of Hotch's mouth against his coursing through his entire body. His cock was filling again, even as it felt oddly spent, the want in him swelling with each hungry swipe of Hotch's tongue. "Fuck me," Reid whispered, repeating the words a few more times against Hotch's lips.
Hotch breathed a laugh, amazed that Reid could be brought to this point, cursing and begging. "I don't want to hurt you," he murmured, suspecting, since Morgan hadn't moved after putting to condom on Hotch, that Morgan intended to help prepare Reid as well.
Morgan laughed in pure enjoyment and slicked his fingers. He leaned down to murmur near Reid's ear, "Let me help with that, too." He sat up and teased for only a moment at Reid's entrance before sliding his finger inside, carefully, but without hesitation. He was well aware of the eagerness Hotch inspired, after all, and Reid sounded like he might commit violence if Hotch wasn't inside him soon.
Reid moaned, dropping his head to Hotch's shoulders and pushing back against Morgan's hand automatically. His body was relaxed, ready. His fingers tightened in Hotch's hair. "More," he demanded.
Morgan obeyed, sliding a second finger in with the first, leaning down to brush his lips across the small of Reid's back. "Beautiful," he murmured, not sure if either of them could even hear him. It didn't matter. He felt almost alone in this moment, but not at all lonely. Neither Reid nor Hotch really knew how long Morgan had wanted Reid, but it didn't matter. This was perfect.
The second finger burned a little when Morgan pushed inside, and Reid bit at Hotch's shoulder, drawing a groan from Hotch. "Morgan," Reid whispered, panting.
"Spencer," Hotch breathed, sucking on Reid's neck and waiting for Reid to give the word that he was ready. He moved to brush his fingertips over Morgan's hand, thinking of that tight heat Morgan was feeling, that he would be feeling around his cock soon.
Morgan worked his fingers a little, liking the way Reid's breath hitched. When Reid moaned quietly and gasped, "More!" Morgan was more than happy to oblige.
"God, Spencer," he breathed, working in a third finger. "You're so sexy. Aaron, if you don't fuck him soon, I'm going to." They would both know he was teasing--he knew how much they needed this--but he hoped it would goad them into action. He was eager to see them really together, Hotch's cock buried inside Reid.
Hotch didn't quite manage a laugh, the noise washed out with need, but he managed a smile as Reid moaned against his lips and begged him again. "Then get out of my way," he murmured, his tone affectionate. He felt Morgan's hand move and he gripped Reid's hips, his breath going shaky. "Spencer," he breathed. "Thank you." Before Reid could say anything, Hotch pushed back until Reid was sinking down over his cock.
Reid cried out, Hotch's words having startled him a bit so that he had to catch his breath when Hotch buried himself inside of Reid. Reid's entire body went hot. "No, you," he managed, pushing back, his breath catching as Hotch moved deeper. "God!"
Oh, that was hot. Morgan shifted so he could watch without getting in the way, his breathing speeding up at the way arousal flooded his body again.
Hotch's fingers gripped Reid's sides, his focus on the lithe body over his own and the sound of that voice, Reid's voice, crying out in pleasure because of him. Hotch wanted this to last, even if all he wanted right now was to drive into Reid until he was screaming. He pivoted his hips, pushing into Reid slowly, working an almost circular motion against Reid's body.
Reid arched and let his nails dig into Hotch, the way Hotch moved making him crave more, even when the fact that Hotch was moving slowly filled Reid with a completely different kind of pleasure. Hotch wanted him. Hotch wanted more than just to fuck him senseless.
Reid moaned, and sat up, his hair falling in his face as he whimpered at how deeply the shift pushed Hotch into him. He braced himself over Hotch, his eyes on the man below him, and started to work his thighs, moving up and down, sliding over Hotch slowly and watching the lines of Hotch's face slacken into ones of lust.
"Oh, God," Morgan breathed, staring at Reid's expression. He glanced at Hotch once or twice, but he knew what Hotch would look like right now. Reid...Reid was new and breathtaking. Before Morgan had quite realized he was moving, he'd leaned in and caught Reid's mouth with his own, swallowing the next moan, one hand burying itself in Reid's hair.
Hotch's hips jerked, the sight of Morgan and Reid kissing while he was inside of Reid sparking a new thrill of lust through him. The two men he cared so much about looked so beautiful together. Hotch gripped Reid's hips, moving with Reid, forcing himself to keep with Reid's steady pace.
Reid cupped Morgan's face and kissed him hard, then slid one hand down Morgan's body to grip Morgan's cock. It was still strange to know how much Morgan wanted him, but it was amazing. All of this was. He gasped when Hotch thrust up harder, and moaned into Morgan's mouth.
Morgan groaned, his mind going suddenly blank of anything more complex than desire and pleasure. He skated his free hand down Reid's side to his hip, then along Hotch's arm, just stroking the hot skin. His other hand tightened in Reid's hair as he leaned close, the kiss growing more demanding.
"God, you two look good together," Hotch managed, staring up at his two lovers as the mounting need in his body swelled. He kept trying to be soft and gentle, but the sight before him was almost too much.
Reid laughed, pulling away from Morgan just barely enough to glance down at Hotch, his fingers squeezing Morgan as he did. He pushed up and then slid down over Hotch fast, watching the way Hotch gasped and shifted under him, and then turned to kiss Morgan again. "I want you too," he breathed, without much thought, and then a rush of heat flashed through him at what he really meant.
Those words sent a hot thrill through Morgan's body. He made a hungry noise that was more like a growl than words and kissed Reid again. "Yes," he murmured between kisses, "yes, Spence, anything you want. After you and Aaron...yes." God, it was so good to hear those words from Reid.
Reid felt his stomach twist, an unexpected hint of nerves hitting him, but he shook his head. "Now. I want you now. Together," he panted, and felt Hotch still underneath him. When Reid glanced down, Hotch was looking at him, wide-eyed. "You won't break me."
The words out of Reid's mouth nearly provoked a moan from Hotch -- who would have expected Reid to want that? -- but Hotch's concern tempered his reaction. "Reid, have you ever--?"
Reid shook his head quickly. "I want to, though."
Morgan pulled back, his brows drawing together. "You--both of us at once?" he said, lust burning through him just at the thought. But Reid was so...'frail' wasn't the right word, but suddenly he seemed frail, at the thought of both Hotch and Morgan fucking him at once. Morgan glanced down at Hotch, taking in both the wide-eyed lust and the concern. Morgan was more than willing, if it was what Reid wanted and Hotch wanted it too. He leaned in and kissed Reid again, more tenderly this time. "Are you sure, pretty boy?" he asked, his voice husky.
Reid nodded, smiling slightly against Morgan's lips because Morgan seemed more willing than Hotch at this point. "I'm sure," he whispered, and then leaned down, stretching his body over Hotch's both in invitation for Morgan to move behind him, and so that he could kiss Hotch, stroking his fingertips through Hotch's hair soothingly. "You both wanted me. You can both have me," he whispered.
Hotch hummed into the kiss, but his chest was tight. "Reid--" he said.
"Spencer," Reid said, not missing the slip, the way Hotch had momentarily taken on that tone he did when he tried to caution Reid at work. "Spence." He kissed Hotch hard, trying to dispel the worry in Hotch's eyes and the instinct that he always had to protect Reid. "I want you both."
"We don't want to hurt you, though, Spence," Morgan murmured, stroking a hand down Reid's back. God, it was so tempting to take that invitation. And Reid knew what he was offering, even if he'd never done it. But Hotch didn't seem convinced. Morgan knew better than to think this would work if Hotch was hesitant. Morgan moved behind Reid, nestling his cock against Reid's ass and leaning down so his chest brushed Reid's back. Then he kissed Reid's ear, looking down at Hotch. "But we trust you to decide what you want, and how you want it." The words were directed to Reid, but he was really talking to Hotch, holding the dark gaze with his own. "Just promise you'll stop me if I hurt you. If either of us hurts you."
Hotch held Morgan's gaze. He really wasn't sure about this, but the thought of it was amazing and sexy. After a moment, he dropped Morgan's gaze and nodded, not looking at either of them, though the nod was meant for Morgan. He knew, no matter when Morgan had just said, Morgan wanted to make sure Hotch was okay with this.
He turned his head, he lips brushing Reid's. "Spencer Reid, I didn't think it was possible for you to be any more amazing than you already were, but you just proved me wrong." He kissed Reid, his mouth teasing, and Reid whimpered against his lips.
"Just... be gentle," Reid whispered and pushed back against Morgan.
"Oh, baby, we will," Morgan breathed, his lips still against Reid's ear. He gasped and rocked against Reid, just enjoying the waves of pleasure that pushed through him. Condom. He needed a condom. Where had he dropped the box? He didn't want to move away from Reid to find it yet. "God, Spence," he murmured.
Reid drew a ragged breath, getting used to the sensation of being pressed between Hotch and Morgan. He was nervous about what he'd suggested, but he couldn't wait for it either, to be filled so fully by two men who wanted him so much. After a moment, though, he couldn't help but smile, and then laugh softly against Hotch's neck. "Did you just call me baby?"
Hotch's lips curled, and he shifted against the comfortable weight on him and into Reid until Reid gasped, his laugh breaking off into a little moan. Hotch hummed an amused noise, stroking his hands down Reid's sides. He was glad to hear Reid laugh, because it meant he wasn't too nervous to enjoy this. "I like the way it sounds," Hotch whispered, kissing Reid. Morgan didn't call Hotch 'baby,' but Hotch could understand why it would seem natural to call Reid that and not him.
Morgan brushed his lips over Reid's shoulder. "I won't, if you don't like it," he murmured. It had just slipped out, like 'pretty boy' had just slipped out the first time he'd used it. He was glad Hotch liked it, glad he wasn't upset that Morgan related differently to Reid than he did to Hotch. It didn't make things less between Morgan and Hotch, just...different.
Reid panted softly, Hotch's little thrust reminding him what they were doing, and turned his head to look back at Morgan, not quite able to kiss him. "It's fine," he breathed, then whimpered when Hotch pushed up again. It was strange, and, yes, a little amusing, but Reid still found he liked what Morgan had just called him too.
Morgan smiled and kissed Reid's shoulder, then shifted back a little to stroke his hands down Reid's sides. "Good." He glanced around and found the condoms, making short work of getting one on himself. "Want you so much," he murmured, leaning down to kiss Reid's back. He found himself wanting to kiss every inch of skin, find every scar, like he already had with Hotch. He hoped Reid would still be this enthusiastic about their arrangement in the morning.
Reid turned back when Morgan pulled away, panting against Hotch's lips. Hotch groaned and kissed him hard, thrusting up against Reid a few times--short, sharp thrusts that forced little cries from Reid's lips. The pause had made Hotch's need more urgent, and he slipped his hands down to squeeze Reid's ass, spreading him for Morgan.
"Inside me," Reid whispered, his nerves bubbling up again, he pressed his face to Hotch's neck, breathing hard and trying to relax. "Derek..."
Morgan was breathing hard, further aroused by the desperate cries Hotch had drawn from Reid. "Spence, God," he murmured, slicking his fingers and sliding one carefully in, alongside Hotch's cock. How would it feel to be inside with Hotch's cock pressed against his? He groaned at the thought.
Hotch and Reid moaned at the same time, both of them feeling the extra tension and pressure. Reid's breath went shallow and fast, and Hotch turned his head to watch his face. His expression was amazing, rapt with what he was feeling. Hotch had to force himself not to thrust again. Not yet.
That made Morgan smile, watching them. "You two are gorgeous," he murmured. He licked his lips and worked his finger carefully until he thought Reid was ready for a second finger. He pulled most of the way out, leaning down again. "Okay, Spence?" he whispered, pressing with both fingertips, just enough to let him know what was next.
"Yes," Reid groaned, wanting more. The extra pressure inside him was intoxicating, just lingering on the edge of discomfort. He turned to kiss Hotch, his lips teasing.
Morgan slid his fingers inside, watching Reid's face. He leaned down and nibbled lightly at Reid's shoulder. "You feel so good. I can't wait to get my cock inside you instead of my fingers." Reid was amazing, utterly amazing, like this.
That sent a renewed thrill of wanting through Reid. "Oh, fuck, Morgan," he panted against Hotch's lips. He pressed back, pushing Hotch's cock and Morgan's fingers deeper inside him, then cried out softly.
Hotch slid a hand up into Reid's hair, curling his finger and tugging back gently to bare Reid's neck. He bit down against the skin with a groan that was nearly a growl, still fighting the need for more friction and relishing the way his teeth caused the noises coming from Reid to grow even more desperate.
"Mmm, yes," Morgan smiled. Hearing Reid talk like that--making Reid talk like that--was thrilling. He twisted his fingers a little, then started sliding them in and out in a slow thrusting motion. "Is that good?"
Reid gasped, pressing his skin against Hotch's teeth as Morgan moved inside of him. There was a small, uncomfortable burn from being stretched, but the pleasure running through him overrode it. "Yes!" he panted, and then bit his lip, bearing down as Hotch thrust in time with Morgan's fingers a few times. "God!"
"Derek," Hotch panted, biting harder against Reid's Adam's apple. "Get the fuck inside him," he ordered, and when Reid whimpered in response, he was pretty sure the desire was mutual.
Morgan grinned and withdrew his fingers, slicking his cock hastily but liberally. "Yes, sir, Aaron," he murmured, and pressed the head of his cock to Reid's entrance. Oh, God, he thought, and pushed slowly inside. The pleasure that sent coursing through him made him groan, even as he tried to be mindful of Reid's reaction.
Reid's fingers went tight on Hotch's shoulders, and he made a strangled noise, clamping his eyes shut and baring his teeth as he tried to adjust to the blinding fullness inside of him. It hurt, but it was good too, and he couldn't even find it in himself to form any words; he just gasped and clung to Hotch, little noises of pleasure-pain slipping past his lips.
Hotch groaned; the feeling of Morgan pressed against him inside of Reid was amazing, but they needed to make sure Reid was comfortable before they moved together. Hotch loosened his hand in Reid's hair and kissed him tenderly, wanting to smooth away the edge of pain in Reid's expression. "So sexy... We're going to take care of you."
"I know," Reid whispered, and reached a hand back to grip Morgan's hip.
"It's okay, baby," Morgan breathed, going still and lowering his head to kiss Reid's back. "Do you want me out? We don't have to do this." He stroked his hand over Reid's skin. He was grateful for Reid's hand on him, which he thought meant Reid didn't want him out. But the number one rule in Derek Morgan's sex life was to always make sure both people wanted everything that happened, and he would never forgive himself if he hurt Reid by forcing the issue.
"Nngh," Reid managed, which was not anything close to what he'd tried to say. There was so much desire in Morgan's voice, but he sounded completely sincere about stopping if Reid wanted him to, as well. "I-- you--" Reid felt a little like his brain had clicked off. "No, it's... good." He tightened his fingers on Morgan's hip, not wanting him to pull away.
Morgan pressed his cheek to Reid's back, rubbing lightly against him. "You're so beautiful, so wonderful," he murmured. God, Reid made him say crazy things. He shifted his hips gently, trying to help Reid get used to this. He closed his eyes, skating one hand down Reid's side to stroke Hotch's skin, too.
Hotch had closed his eyes when Morgan spoke to Reid, taking in those words and the way Reid was tense with need between them. He couldn't repress the shiver when Morgan touched him, and he trailed his fingers up Morgan's arms until he could stroke Morgan's jaw. "Spencer," he whispered, sliding his hand over Morgan's neck.
Reid's mind felt pleasantly hazy, and when Morgan started to shift, he whimpered. The movement seemed start to loosen his body though, and he kissed along Hotch's neck, feeling as though he were falling apart. His hand was trembling as he lifted it back to Hotch's hair. "Move," he whispered, and moaned when Hotch started to move again, matching Morgan's slow, gentle rhythm.
"Oh, yes," Morgan gasped, forcing himself not to get too enthusiastic. He kissed Reid's shoulder, just rocking his hips and enjoying the slow waves of pleasure that sent through him. "Perfect," he murmured, "so tight, Spence, beautiful..." The words spilled out of his mouth, and he hoped he didn't say anything too incriminating, but his brain seemed to be shutting down, or maybe it was just overwhelmed by the pleasure. He stroked his free hand along Hotch's skin aimlessly, meaning those words for Hotch just as much as for Reid.
Hotch's lips curved up slightly, loving the way Morgan was babbling. Reid's hair was brushing his face, and Hotch caught his lips in a kiss as he reached between their bodies with his free hand to grasp Reid's cock. Reid moaned loudly and clenched around them both. Hotch groaned, feeling the pressure against Morgan's cock, and started to move a little faster now that Reid was relaxing.
Morgan let out a cry of pleasure, his hips jerking. "God, yes," he groaned, trying to get back in rhythm with Hotch's movements. He arched his back, not sure if the shift in angle would make much difference, but wanting to try. He kept murmuring encouragement and praise, watching his lovers through half-lidded eyes.
"Ah!" Reid gasped when Morgan shifted. "Derek! God, Aaron!" His fingers went tight in Hotch's hair and Hotch groaned and thrust hard, once. "Fuck!" Reid could feel the heat in his face, his entire body flushed as he got more comfortable.
Hotch couldn't stop staring at Reid; he couldn't tear his gaze away from that expression of pure lust and wantonness on Reid's face. Who knew Spencer Reid could ever look like that? And now Hotch and Morgan knew. Only they knew. "You feel so fucking good, Spencer," he murmured, threading his fingers into Reid's hair. His other hand slipped to Morgan's hip. "Perfect..." he breathed, squeezing Morgan's hip so that Morgan would look at him. "With you."
Morgan stared down at Hotch, amazed and pleased by the passion in that dark gaze, at the way Hotch was looking at both of them. "Perfect together," he agreed, his fingers stroking Hotch's arm. They were. Together, the three of them, it was the most perfect night Morgan had ever had. Despite the hesitations and the hurt feelings they'd had along the way...it was all worth it to have this. He gave Hotch a brilliant smile, knowing he couldn't hide anything from these two men even if he wanted to. "Perfect."
He sped his thrusts just a little, holding Hotch's gaze and challenging him to meet it. He slipped his hand between them, lacing his fingers with Hotch's around Reid's cock so they could stroke together.
Reid watched as the smile on Hotch's face faded into an expression of pure lust as he gazed over Reid's shoulder at Morgan, and then they were both driving into him in earnest, their fingers curled around his prick. "Yesyesyes," he moaned. He couldn't think, but he clutched at Hotch, bracing himself against Hotch as his two lovers sent waves of need through his body. He was babbling words of encouragement and need, and he knew it, but he couldn't stop, his pleasure quickly spiraling out of his control.
"Come for us," Hotch whispered, watching Reid again. He kept pace with Morgan, feeling the tension coiling low in his stomach and fighting hard for breath. "So gorgeous."
"Yes," Morgan murmured, "just for us, Spence." He gazed down at Hotch, loving the expression on his face. "We've imagined this," he said, his voice lowering. He shifted so his mouth was near Reid's ear, but he kept his gaze on Hotch's face. "Wondering what you'll look like when you come, if you'll moan. You're so sexy, baby, so perfect. Come for us."
"Oh, God," Reid moaned. The two of them were telling him to come, and the words were running through Reid like electricity. He whimpered, trying to keep from crying out again, but when his body went tense with release, he couldn't hold in the cry of pleasure. It quickly dissolved into moans as he clenched around Hotch and Morgan inside of him, spilling over their joined hands.
Hotch groaned, watching Reid hungrily, and then sliding his hands down to brace Reid's hips. When Reid finally went lax against him, Hotch sped inside of Reid, pushing hard and fast. He wanted to finish with the memory of how Reid looked just then fresh in his mind, and after several driving thrusts, he came too, pulling Reid into a hungry kiss as he did and loving the way Reid was still moaning against his lips.
The sounds Reid made slid over Morgan like they were touching his skin. The feeling of Reid coming around him and Hotch following, his cock pulsing against Morgan's inside Reid, was incredible. Morgan moaned, the pleasure still building in him. "Oh, Spencer, yes," he managed.
Hotch slipped out of Reid, sated, and knowing after Reid came, it would probably be more comfortable for him if they both didn't stay inside him. He cupped Reid's face and kept kissing him, his lips soft, but demanding. Morgan was still moving, though he'd slowed, and eventually Hotch inhaled deeply and let go of Reid, giving them both a satisfied, lazy smile.
Reid grinned down at Hotch, utterly pleased by the expression on his face, and completely relaxed. His body was tingling and loose, and sated or not, Morgan still felt wonderful. Reid moaned softly, his voice near spent, and reached back for Morgan. "Derek," he whispered.
"Spencer, pretty boy," Morgan breathed, running his hand along Reid's arm. "Oh, God, you're so gorgeous." He'd never spent much time contemplating what Reid's back would look like--it was beautiful--and now he wanted more. "I want to see you," he whispered. He glanced at Hotch, not quite for permission, but...Hotch wouldn't mind, would he?
Hotch met Morgan's gaze, and then Reid's when Reid looked at him next. He was probably grinning stupidly at Reid, but he didn't care, and he leaned up to kiss Reid again. Neither of them needed Hotch's consent, but they both looked like they wanted it, so he gave Reid a little nudge, inclining his head to indicate Reid should move, after he pulled out of the kiss.
Reid stole a final kiss and then slipped from between them, losing contact with both Hotch and Morgan as he rolled onto his back. His gaze on Morgan was expectant, and he lifted his fingers to draw them down Morgan's arm.
"God, look at you," Morgan murmured, staring down at Reid. He stretched out over him, leaning in for a hungry kiss. "Beautiful," he murmured against Reid's lips. He hesitated before entering Reid again, though he thought Reid was relaxed enough. "I won't hurt you?" he asked. At Reid's encouragement, he smiled and pressed inside, his breath leaving him in a shuddery exhalation. "Oh, Spence," he murmured, and immediately set a steady rhythm, thrusting deep.
Reid draped his arms around Morgan's shoulders and a moment later his hooked his legs over Morgan's waist, moaning softly. He leaned up and kissed Morgan, skating his fingers up the back of Morgan's head. "Derek." God, he couldn't wipe the languid smile off his face.
Morgan met Reid's kiss passionately, fingers sifting through his hair. "Aaron, he's beautiful," Morgan murmured when the kiss ended. "Look at him." His thrusts were coming faster as the tension grew.
Hotch turned his head, smiling at his two lovers, completely absorbed in each others bodies. "I know," he whispered, reaching out to touch Morgan's hand in Reid's hair.
Morgan kissed Reid again. "Spencer, thank you," he murmured, brushing his lips across Reid's cheek and up to his temple. "So perfect, baby, you're wonderful..." He was getting close, the slow build of pleasure nearly ready to explode into climax.
"God," Reid breathed. Now that he wasn't pressed between two bodies, Reid was better able to actually hear the words Morgan was saying. He tightened his arms around Morgan. "I never knew," he whispered. He kissed Morgan again, moaning softly into it.
"Never supposed to," Morgan murmured when the kiss ended. His thrusts were gaining force, controlled by need instead of emotion now. "Oh, God, so good!" he gasped, feeling the first sparks of orgasm beginning. "God, Spence, yes--" He turned his head just enough to look at Hotch, whose dark eyes were fixed on them. "Yes," Morgan cried, and came hard.
Reid hummed a satisfied noise, holding Morgan though his orgasm and feeling Morgan pulse within him. When Morgan slumped against him, Reid turned to kiss his cheek, then looked over at Hotch.
Hotch had been watching his two lovers with a sort of lazy fascination; they were so beautiful together, and Hotch was going to get to watch this and touch them both again. Hopefully for some time to come. He rolled up next to them, stroking a hand down Morgan's back to rest just at the curve of his ass, then kissed Reid.
Morgan buried his face against Reid's neck with a contented noise. He was exhausted, sated, and utterly happy. Hotch's hand was a comforting weight on him, and Reid's arms around him anchored him. "Perfect," he mumbled, and flickered his tongue out to taste the salt of Reid's sweat. He would have to move soon, but for now he relaxed into Reid's embrace.
Reid laughed softly. "Unbelievable," he murmured against Hotch's lips. He unhooked his legs from Morgan to stretch them, then hooked an arm around Hotch, pulling him into the embrace.
"Mmm." Morgan slid his arm around Hotch, not lifting his head from where it rested. "Thank you," he said, his voice husky. "Both of you." He'd told Hotch at the beginning of all this that he wasn't much of a cuddler. He realized now how much his relationship with Hotch had changed him, because now he wanted nothing more than to lie here wrapped up in his two lovers. He closed his eyes, hoping vaguely that he didn't end up getting himself hurt.
"Thank you," Hotch whispered, letting his fingertips drift over Morgan's neck. If it hadn't been for Morgan, none of this would have ever happened. And no matter what came of this, Hotch would always be grateful. He shifted to settle closer, his head resting on Reid's shoulder. "And Spencer," he added, once he was pressed tight against him.
Reid smiled. It was strange being here under the weight of the two men he was with, but it was wonderful too. So wonderful, he didn't think his brain had even had a chance to click back on yet. After a moment, he couldn't help but laugh, squeezing them. "You're both welcome," he teased softly.
Morgan woke up slowly, with someone's breath tickling the back of his neck. Aaron, he thought automatically, because that was the only person he ever woke up with any more. Then he woke up a little more and registered the fact that he had his arms wrapped around someone, whose head was currently tucked under his chin...and that Aaron's breath was definitely coming from behind him.
He opened his eyes and realized he was curled around Spencer Reid, who had an arm draped around his waist. The events of the night before came back to him then with a rush of warmth. Smiling, Morgan closed his eyes and tightened his arms slightly around Reid.
Hotch had been awake for some time. He'd gotten up in the middle of the night, and slipped back into bed behind Morgan rather than leaving Reid between the two of them. He thought they'd come quite a way the night before in bringing Reid closer to Morgan, but it never hurt to push it a little more. Besides, it was Morgan's strong body that Hotch was used to sleeping next to.
He heard Morgan's breathing change, and then Reid gave a little groan when Morgan moved, but didn't seem to wake up. Hotch stroked his hand over Morgan's side. "Morning," he whispered, hoping they wouldn't wake Reid.
Morgan turned his head to smile sleepily at Hotch. "Morning. Someone moved." He stretched, hoping for a kiss.
"Are you complaining?" Hotch murmured, and leaned over to kiss Morgan.
"Mmm, not at all." Morgan's smile widened. "God, I could get used to this." A moment after the words left his mouth, he realized what he'd said...but even if he could take them back...he didn't want to. He closed his eyes and waited for Hotch's reaction.
Hotch's lips curled, and he kissed Morgan again. "So could I. I'm already pretty attached to the idea of doing this a lot more often." He let his lips trail over Morgan's jaw a moment, then added, "Your bed is bigger than mine. I hope you're ready for more frequent company."
On the other side of Morgan, Reid hummed an unhappy noise that seemed to draw on for a bit. He shifted in Morgan's arms, but then was silent again, and Hotch couldn't but breathe a small laugh at how utterly adorable Reid was when he sleeping.
Morgan smiled again, stroking a hand over Reid's hair. "He's unforgivably cute, isn't he?" he murmured. "We'll have to find an antidote for the Reid Effect." All the same, he liked the idea of them coming to his house. "Mm, Aaron." He felt surprisingly content pressed between these two men.
Reid sighed finally and nudged Morgan's side, still too close to sleep to even process the situation he was currently in. "Shhhhhhh... Is'early," he mumbled.
That prompted a chuckle from Morgan, who leaned in and kissed Reid's neck. "Sorry, Spence," he whispered. "Go back to sleep." He made a contented noise and buried his face in Reid's hair. They could talk later. Right now he just wanted to enjoy this.
Hotch grinned, and waited for Reid to groan an unintelligible reply, then Hotch kissed Morgan's neck and settled back down. They still had some time to lie here and relax until they had to get up and separate, and Hotch intended to use that time to do just that. He drew in a deep, satisfied breath, thinking about what Morgan had said right before Reid shushed them. "If there's an antidote for any of this, I don't think I want to find it," he murmured, and closed his eyes.
Authors:
innerslytherin and severity_softlyPairing: Hotch/Reid/Morgan
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
WC: ~17,000
Warning: Double penetration
Notes: Self-betaed. Set generically during season three. RP format.
Summary: After Reid finds out about Hotch and Morgan's relationship, he considers walking away from the BAU. Morgan and Hotch have something else in mind.
IMPORTANT NOTE:This is the fourth and final installment of a four-part series (Hotch/Morgan/Reid--all four parts posted this week). The first three installments, Helping Morgan, Watching Hotch, and Wanting Reid, should be read for context.
Part One
Part Two
With a little groan, Morgan kissed Reid's hip and stood, following them to the bed. He was more patient than Reid, but sucking Reid's cock had his own painfully hard, and he wanted some attention. "That was gorgeous," he said, collapsing onto the bed. He looked at Reid. "You're gorgeous."
Reid chuckled softly, feeling lightheaded and happy, and reach his hands up to touch both men on either side of him. "Shh," he whispered, not needing to hear how gorgeous they thought he was anymore.
Hotch hummed and caught Reid's finger in his teeth when it trailed over his jaw, trying not to press his erection against Reid's hip, trying to remind himself that Reid was spent right now. "We've wanted you this long, we're going to tell you that as many times as we need to." Reid looked thoughtlessly happier than Hotch had ever seen him, and he couldn't help but grin at Morgan across Reid's chest.
Morgan laughed, pleased to see that expression on Hotch's face. He'd been afraid, so afraid, that his suggestion of bringing Reid into this would destroy everything, and instead Reid looked happy and Hotch was grinning in a way that Morgan hadn't seen in years. And Morgan...well, Morgan had just got his first taste of a man he'd wanted from the moment they'd met. He closed his eyes. "You're gorgeous, Spencer. And I can't wait to watch Aaron fuck you into next Tuesday." His cock gave a tiny pulse as he said that, and he slid a hand down to stroke himself slowly.
Reid hummed, thinking his body really shouldn't feel so excited by that idea yet, not when it was still vibrating with his release. Still he turned to kiss Hotch, drawing the kisses out languidly, his fingers stroking Hotch's face.
If Reid continued to kiss him like that, Hotch thought he might explode with want. "Whenever you're ready," he breathed, because he wanted so much right now, and he was surprised when Reid rolled up to climb over Hotch and straddle him, both of Reid's hands in Hotch's hair. Hotch rocked up against Reid and groaned, unable to stop himself from seeking friction, hooking one hand around Reid's neck to deepen their kiss while reaching the other out to stroke down Morgan's chest and stomach.
"Oh, God," Morgan breathed, and shifted so he could see them better. His hand tightened a little on his cock as he stroked himself. Reid's hair fell around Hotch's face, but Morgan could read the hunger in the lines of Hotch's body. It was wonderful. "Aaron," he whispered, his free hand finding Hotch's hand and lifting it to his mouth. Hotch's hands were strong and capable, sexy hands. Morgan kissed the knuckles, then ran his tongue along one long finger.
"Derek," Hotch panted, slipping his hand out of Morgan's and down to circle Morgan's cock, not having missed the way Morgan was starting to look desperate from need. He moaned when Reid shifted, pressing down against him, and leaned up, claiming Reid's mouth with a renewed hunger. God, Reid moaning against his lips was something he knew would never grow old. He licked his lips, panting hard as Reid started biting lightly across his jaw and neck, then slid down and licked at a nipple. "God, Spencer..."
"Want you inside of me," Reid breathed, biting lightly against the nub under his tongue and liking the way it made Hotch arch up underneath him. He was slowly coming to his senses again now that he was moving, and barely able to believe he was doing this to Hotch.
"Oh, fuck," Morgan murmured, his hips jerking. Hotch's hand was firm on his cock, and Morgan's gaze was riveted on Reid. He gasped at the slow roll of pleasure unfurling in him at the sight of them together like that and the knowledge that he wasn't being excluded. He smiled when Reid took his advice and bit at Hotch's nipple; his smile widened at Hotch's reaction. After a minute he reached down and covered Hotch's hand with his own, stroking along with him a few times, then stopping them both.
The sudden lack of stimulation tore a whimper from his throat, but he rolled onto his side, closer to the other two, and murmured, "I think you're going to need a little help if Spencer's this eager." He kissed Hotch's ear, then pulled away, grinning. "You dropped the lube across the room."
"Well, someone had better get it," Reid murmured, his lips curling against Hotch's skin as he licked his way across to Hotch's other nipple and bit down.
"Oh, Spence-- Spencer," Hotch moaned, pulling Morgan back for a kiss before letting Morgan go completely. This was Morgan's idea, he thought. Maybe I should give him a raise. He couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself.
Morgan raised his eyebrows and leaned in for another kiss. "What's funny?" God, he loved seeing Hotch relaxed like this. Happy like this.
Hotch shook his head, opening his eyes to see Reid looking up at him too. "Nothing. This is just... wonderful." He slid his hand down to squeeze Reid's ass, and Reid bent to kiss him.
Grinning, Morgan stroked a hand over Reid's hair, then got off the bed to get the condoms and lube. He paused halfway back to the bed to just appreciate the sheer beauty of Reid's lanky body poised over Hotch's solid, powerful one. Reid was tense with what Morgan suspected was desperation to be with Hotch. Morgan knew the feeling well. And Hotch--Hotch was hungry and unguarded. Morgan's grin widened and he crawled onto the bed again, already tearing open a condom packet. "Let me help out," he murmured, and reached between them to roll the condom onto Hotch's cock.
Hotch whimpered when Morgan's hands slid over him. He was achingly hard and desperate for more than this, and the slide of Morgan's fingertips just reminded him of that. He squeezed Reid's ass again, pouring the lust he felt into kissing Reid, each one growing in intensity.
Reid moaned, the passion of Hotch's mouth against his coursing through his entire body. His cock was filling again, even as it felt oddly spent, the want in him swelling with each hungry swipe of Hotch's tongue. "Fuck me," Reid whispered, repeating the words a few more times against Hotch's lips.
Hotch breathed a laugh, amazed that Reid could be brought to this point, cursing and begging. "I don't want to hurt you," he murmured, suspecting, since Morgan hadn't moved after putting to condom on Hotch, that Morgan intended to help prepare Reid as well.
Morgan laughed in pure enjoyment and slicked his fingers. He leaned down to murmur near Reid's ear, "Let me help with that, too." He sat up and teased for only a moment at Reid's entrance before sliding his finger inside, carefully, but without hesitation. He was well aware of the eagerness Hotch inspired, after all, and Reid sounded like he might commit violence if Hotch wasn't inside him soon.
Reid moaned, dropping his head to Hotch's shoulders and pushing back against Morgan's hand automatically. His body was relaxed, ready. His fingers tightened in Hotch's hair. "More," he demanded.
Morgan obeyed, sliding a second finger in with the first, leaning down to brush his lips across the small of Reid's back. "Beautiful," he murmured, not sure if either of them could even hear him. It didn't matter. He felt almost alone in this moment, but not at all lonely. Neither Reid nor Hotch really knew how long Morgan had wanted Reid, but it didn't matter. This was perfect.
The second finger burned a little when Morgan pushed inside, and Reid bit at Hotch's shoulder, drawing a groan from Hotch. "Morgan," Reid whispered, panting.
"Spencer," Hotch breathed, sucking on Reid's neck and waiting for Reid to give the word that he was ready. He moved to brush his fingertips over Morgan's hand, thinking of that tight heat Morgan was feeling, that he would be feeling around his cock soon.
Morgan worked his fingers a little, liking the way Reid's breath hitched. When Reid moaned quietly and gasped, "More!" Morgan was more than happy to oblige.
"God, Spencer," he breathed, working in a third finger. "You're so sexy. Aaron, if you don't fuck him soon, I'm going to." They would both know he was teasing--he knew how much they needed this--but he hoped it would goad them into action. He was eager to see them really together, Hotch's cock buried inside Reid.
Hotch didn't quite manage a laugh, the noise washed out with need, but he managed a smile as Reid moaned against his lips and begged him again. "Then get out of my way," he murmured, his tone affectionate. He felt Morgan's hand move and he gripped Reid's hips, his breath going shaky. "Spencer," he breathed. "Thank you." Before Reid could say anything, Hotch pushed back until Reid was sinking down over his cock.
Reid cried out, Hotch's words having startled him a bit so that he had to catch his breath when Hotch buried himself inside of Reid. Reid's entire body went hot. "No, you," he managed, pushing back, his breath catching as Hotch moved deeper. "God!"
Oh, that was hot. Morgan shifted so he could watch without getting in the way, his breathing speeding up at the way arousal flooded his body again.
Hotch's fingers gripped Reid's sides, his focus on the lithe body over his own and the sound of that voice, Reid's voice, crying out in pleasure because of him. Hotch wanted this to last, even if all he wanted right now was to drive into Reid until he was screaming. He pivoted his hips, pushing into Reid slowly, working an almost circular motion against Reid's body.
Reid arched and let his nails dig into Hotch, the way Hotch moved making him crave more, even when the fact that Hotch was moving slowly filled Reid with a completely different kind of pleasure. Hotch wanted him. Hotch wanted more than just to fuck him senseless.
Reid moaned, and sat up, his hair falling in his face as he whimpered at how deeply the shift pushed Hotch into him. He braced himself over Hotch, his eyes on the man below him, and started to work his thighs, moving up and down, sliding over Hotch slowly and watching the lines of Hotch's face slacken into ones of lust.
"Oh, God," Morgan breathed, staring at Reid's expression. He glanced at Hotch once or twice, but he knew what Hotch would look like right now. Reid...Reid was new and breathtaking. Before Morgan had quite realized he was moving, he'd leaned in and caught Reid's mouth with his own, swallowing the next moan, one hand burying itself in Reid's hair.
Hotch's hips jerked, the sight of Morgan and Reid kissing while he was inside of Reid sparking a new thrill of lust through him. The two men he cared so much about looked so beautiful together. Hotch gripped Reid's hips, moving with Reid, forcing himself to keep with Reid's steady pace.
Reid cupped Morgan's face and kissed him hard, then slid one hand down Morgan's body to grip Morgan's cock. It was still strange to know how much Morgan wanted him, but it was amazing. All of this was. He gasped when Hotch thrust up harder, and moaned into Morgan's mouth.
Morgan groaned, his mind going suddenly blank of anything more complex than desire and pleasure. He skated his free hand down Reid's side to his hip, then along Hotch's arm, just stroking the hot skin. His other hand tightened in Reid's hair as he leaned close, the kiss growing more demanding.
"God, you two look good together," Hotch managed, staring up at his two lovers as the mounting need in his body swelled. He kept trying to be soft and gentle, but the sight before him was almost too much.
Reid laughed, pulling away from Morgan just barely enough to glance down at Hotch, his fingers squeezing Morgan as he did. He pushed up and then slid down over Hotch fast, watching the way Hotch gasped and shifted under him, and then turned to kiss Morgan again. "I want you too," he breathed, without much thought, and then a rush of heat flashed through him at what he really meant.
Those words sent a hot thrill through Morgan's body. He made a hungry noise that was more like a growl than words and kissed Reid again. "Yes," he murmured between kisses, "yes, Spence, anything you want. After you and Aaron...yes." God, it was so good to hear those words from Reid.
Reid felt his stomach twist, an unexpected hint of nerves hitting him, but he shook his head. "Now. I want you now. Together," he panted, and felt Hotch still underneath him. When Reid glanced down, Hotch was looking at him, wide-eyed. "You won't break me."
The words out of Reid's mouth nearly provoked a moan from Hotch -- who would have expected Reid to want that? -- but Hotch's concern tempered his reaction. "Reid, have you ever--?"
Reid shook his head quickly. "I want to, though."
Morgan pulled back, his brows drawing together. "You--both of us at once?" he said, lust burning through him just at the thought. But Reid was so...'frail' wasn't the right word, but suddenly he seemed frail, at the thought of both Hotch and Morgan fucking him at once. Morgan glanced down at Hotch, taking in both the wide-eyed lust and the concern. Morgan was more than willing, if it was what Reid wanted and Hotch wanted it too. He leaned in and kissed Reid again, more tenderly this time. "Are you sure, pretty boy?" he asked, his voice husky.
Reid nodded, smiling slightly against Morgan's lips because Morgan seemed more willing than Hotch at this point. "I'm sure," he whispered, and then leaned down, stretching his body over Hotch's both in invitation for Morgan to move behind him, and so that he could kiss Hotch, stroking his fingertips through Hotch's hair soothingly. "You both wanted me. You can both have me," he whispered.
Hotch hummed into the kiss, but his chest was tight. "Reid--" he said.
"Spencer," Reid said, not missing the slip, the way Hotch had momentarily taken on that tone he did when he tried to caution Reid at work. "Spence." He kissed Hotch hard, trying to dispel the worry in Hotch's eyes and the instinct that he always had to protect Reid. "I want you both."
"We don't want to hurt you, though, Spence," Morgan murmured, stroking a hand down Reid's back. God, it was so tempting to take that invitation. And Reid knew what he was offering, even if he'd never done it. But Hotch didn't seem convinced. Morgan knew better than to think this would work if Hotch was hesitant. Morgan moved behind Reid, nestling his cock against Reid's ass and leaning down so his chest brushed Reid's back. Then he kissed Reid's ear, looking down at Hotch. "But we trust you to decide what you want, and how you want it." The words were directed to Reid, but he was really talking to Hotch, holding the dark gaze with his own. "Just promise you'll stop me if I hurt you. If either of us hurts you."
Hotch held Morgan's gaze. He really wasn't sure about this, but the thought of it was amazing and sexy. After a moment, he dropped Morgan's gaze and nodded, not looking at either of them, though the nod was meant for Morgan. He knew, no matter when Morgan had just said, Morgan wanted to make sure Hotch was okay with this.
He turned his head, he lips brushing Reid's. "Spencer Reid, I didn't think it was possible for you to be any more amazing than you already were, but you just proved me wrong." He kissed Reid, his mouth teasing, and Reid whimpered against his lips.
"Just... be gentle," Reid whispered and pushed back against Morgan.
"Oh, baby, we will," Morgan breathed, his lips still against Reid's ear. He gasped and rocked against Reid, just enjoying the waves of pleasure that pushed through him. Condom. He needed a condom. Where had he dropped the box? He didn't want to move away from Reid to find it yet. "God, Spence," he murmured.
Reid drew a ragged breath, getting used to the sensation of being pressed between Hotch and Morgan. He was nervous about what he'd suggested, but he couldn't wait for it either, to be filled so fully by two men who wanted him so much. After a moment, though, he couldn't help but smile, and then laugh softly against Hotch's neck. "Did you just call me baby?"
Hotch's lips curled, and he shifted against the comfortable weight on him and into Reid until Reid gasped, his laugh breaking off into a little moan. Hotch hummed an amused noise, stroking his hands down Reid's sides. He was glad to hear Reid laugh, because it meant he wasn't too nervous to enjoy this. "I like the way it sounds," Hotch whispered, kissing Reid. Morgan didn't call Hotch 'baby,' but Hotch could understand why it would seem natural to call Reid that and not him.
Morgan brushed his lips over Reid's shoulder. "I won't, if you don't like it," he murmured. It had just slipped out, like 'pretty boy' had just slipped out the first time he'd used it. He was glad Hotch liked it, glad he wasn't upset that Morgan related differently to Reid than he did to Hotch. It didn't make things less between Morgan and Hotch, just...different.
Reid panted softly, Hotch's little thrust reminding him what they were doing, and turned his head to look back at Morgan, not quite able to kiss him. "It's fine," he breathed, then whimpered when Hotch pushed up again. It was strange, and, yes, a little amusing, but Reid still found he liked what Morgan had just called him too.
Morgan smiled and kissed Reid's shoulder, then shifted back a little to stroke his hands down Reid's sides. "Good." He glanced around and found the condoms, making short work of getting one on himself. "Want you so much," he murmured, leaning down to kiss Reid's back. He found himself wanting to kiss every inch of skin, find every scar, like he already had with Hotch. He hoped Reid would still be this enthusiastic about their arrangement in the morning.
Reid turned back when Morgan pulled away, panting against Hotch's lips. Hotch groaned and kissed him hard, thrusting up against Reid a few times--short, sharp thrusts that forced little cries from Reid's lips. The pause had made Hotch's need more urgent, and he slipped his hands down to squeeze Reid's ass, spreading him for Morgan.
"Inside me," Reid whispered, his nerves bubbling up again, he pressed his face to Hotch's neck, breathing hard and trying to relax. "Derek..."
Morgan was breathing hard, further aroused by the desperate cries Hotch had drawn from Reid. "Spence, God," he murmured, slicking his fingers and sliding one carefully in, alongside Hotch's cock. How would it feel to be inside with Hotch's cock pressed against his? He groaned at the thought.
Hotch and Reid moaned at the same time, both of them feeling the extra tension and pressure. Reid's breath went shallow and fast, and Hotch turned his head to watch his face. His expression was amazing, rapt with what he was feeling. Hotch had to force himself not to thrust again. Not yet.
That made Morgan smile, watching them. "You two are gorgeous," he murmured. He licked his lips and worked his finger carefully until he thought Reid was ready for a second finger. He pulled most of the way out, leaning down again. "Okay, Spence?" he whispered, pressing with both fingertips, just enough to let him know what was next.
"Yes," Reid groaned, wanting more. The extra pressure inside him was intoxicating, just lingering on the edge of discomfort. He turned to kiss Hotch, his lips teasing.
Morgan slid his fingers inside, watching Reid's face. He leaned down and nibbled lightly at Reid's shoulder. "You feel so good. I can't wait to get my cock inside you instead of my fingers." Reid was amazing, utterly amazing, like this.
That sent a renewed thrill of wanting through Reid. "Oh, fuck, Morgan," he panted against Hotch's lips. He pressed back, pushing Hotch's cock and Morgan's fingers deeper inside him, then cried out softly.
Hotch slid a hand up into Reid's hair, curling his finger and tugging back gently to bare Reid's neck. He bit down against the skin with a groan that was nearly a growl, still fighting the need for more friction and relishing the way his teeth caused the noises coming from Reid to grow even more desperate.
"Mmm, yes," Morgan smiled. Hearing Reid talk like that--making Reid talk like that--was thrilling. He twisted his fingers a little, then started sliding them in and out in a slow thrusting motion. "Is that good?"
Reid gasped, pressing his skin against Hotch's teeth as Morgan moved inside of him. There was a small, uncomfortable burn from being stretched, but the pleasure running through him overrode it. "Yes!" he panted, and then bit his lip, bearing down as Hotch thrust in time with Morgan's fingers a few times. "God!"
"Derek," Hotch panted, biting harder against Reid's Adam's apple. "Get the fuck inside him," he ordered, and when Reid whimpered in response, he was pretty sure the desire was mutual.
Morgan grinned and withdrew his fingers, slicking his cock hastily but liberally. "Yes, sir, Aaron," he murmured, and pressed the head of his cock to Reid's entrance. Oh, God, he thought, and pushed slowly inside. The pleasure that sent coursing through him made him groan, even as he tried to be mindful of Reid's reaction.
Reid's fingers went tight on Hotch's shoulders, and he made a strangled noise, clamping his eyes shut and baring his teeth as he tried to adjust to the blinding fullness inside of him. It hurt, but it was good too, and he couldn't even find it in himself to form any words; he just gasped and clung to Hotch, little noises of pleasure-pain slipping past his lips.
Hotch groaned; the feeling of Morgan pressed against him inside of Reid was amazing, but they needed to make sure Reid was comfortable before they moved together. Hotch loosened his hand in Reid's hair and kissed him tenderly, wanting to smooth away the edge of pain in Reid's expression. "So sexy... We're going to take care of you."
"I know," Reid whispered, and reached a hand back to grip Morgan's hip.
"It's okay, baby," Morgan breathed, going still and lowering his head to kiss Reid's back. "Do you want me out? We don't have to do this." He stroked his hand over Reid's skin. He was grateful for Reid's hand on him, which he thought meant Reid didn't want him out. But the number one rule in Derek Morgan's sex life was to always make sure both people wanted everything that happened, and he would never forgive himself if he hurt Reid by forcing the issue.
"Nngh," Reid managed, which was not anything close to what he'd tried to say. There was so much desire in Morgan's voice, but he sounded completely sincere about stopping if Reid wanted him to, as well. "I-- you--" Reid felt a little like his brain had clicked off. "No, it's... good." He tightened his fingers on Morgan's hip, not wanting him to pull away.
Morgan pressed his cheek to Reid's back, rubbing lightly against him. "You're so beautiful, so wonderful," he murmured. God, Reid made him say crazy things. He shifted his hips gently, trying to help Reid get used to this. He closed his eyes, skating one hand down Reid's side to stroke Hotch's skin, too.
Hotch had closed his eyes when Morgan spoke to Reid, taking in those words and the way Reid was tense with need between them. He couldn't repress the shiver when Morgan touched him, and he trailed his fingers up Morgan's arms until he could stroke Morgan's jaw. "Spencer," he whispered, sliding his hand over Morgan's neck.
Reid's mind felt pleasantly hazy, and when Morgan started to shift, he whimpered. The movement seemed start to loosen his body though, and he kissed along Hotch's neck, feeling as though he were falling apart. His hand was trembling as he lifted it back to Hotch's hair. "Move," he whispered, and moaned when Hotch started to move again, matching Morgan's slow, gentle rhythm.
"Oh, yes," Morgan gasped, forcing himself not to get too enthusiastic. He kissed Reid's shoulder, just rocking his hips and enjoying the slow waves of pleasure that sent through him. "Perfect," he murmured, "so tight, Spence, beautiful..." The words spilled out of his mouth, and he hoped he didn't say anything too incriminating, but his brain seemed to be shutting down, or maybe it was just overwhelmed by the pleasure. He stroked his free hand along Hotch's skin aimlessly, meaning those words for Hotch just as much as for Reid.
Hotch's lips curved up slightly, loving the way Morgan was babbling. Reid's hair was brushing his face, and Hotch caught his lips in a kiss as he reached between their bodies with his free hand to grasp Reid's cock. Reid moaned loudly and clenched around them both. Hotch groaned, feeling the pressure against Morgan's cock, and started to move a little faster now that Reid was relaxing.
Morgan let out a cry of pleasure, his hips jerking. "God, yes," he groaned, trying to get back in rhythm with Hotch's movements. He arched his back, not sure if the shift in angle would make much difference, but wanting to try. He kept murmuring encouragement and praise, watching his lovers through half-lidded eyes.
"Ah!" Reid gasped when Morgan shifted. "Derek! God, Aaron!" His fingers went tight in Hotch's hair and Hotch groaned and thrust hard, once. "Fuck!" Reid could feel the heat in his face, his entire body flushed as he got more comfortable.
Hotch couldn't stop staring at Reid; he couldn't tear his gaze away from that expression of pure lust and wantonness on Reid's face. Who knew Spencer Reid could ever look like that? And now Hotch and Morgan knew. Only they knew. "You feel so fucking good, Spencer," he murmured, threading his fingers into Reid's hair. His other hand slipped to Morgan's hip. "Perfect..." he breathed, squeezing Morgan's hip so that Morgan would look at him. "With you."
Morgan stared down at Hotch, amazed and pleased by the passion in that dark gaze, at the way Hotch was looking at both of them. "Perfect together," he agreed, his fingers stroking Hotch's arm. They were. Together, the three of them, it was the most perfect night Morgan had ever had. Despite the hesitations and the hurt feelings they'd had along the way...it was all worth it to have this. He gave Hotch a brilliant smile, knowing he couldn't hide anything from these two men even if he wanted to. "Perfect."
He sped his thrusts just a little, holding Hotch's gaze and challenging him to meet it. He slipped his hand between them, lacing his fingers with Hotch's around Reid's cock so they could stroke together.
Reid watched as the smile on Hotch's face faded into an expression of pure lust as he gazed over Reid's shoulder at Morgan, and then they were both driving into him in earnest, their fingers curled around his prick. "Yesyesyes," he moaned. He couldn't think, but he clutched at Hotch, bracing himself against Hotch as his two lovers sent waves of need through his body. He was babbling words of encouragement and need, and he knew it, but he couldn't stop, his pleasure quickly spiraling out of his control.
"Come for us," Hotch whispered, watching Reid again. He kept pace with Morgan, feeling the tension coiling low in his stomach and fighting hard for breath. "So gorgeous."
"Yes," Morgan murmured, "just for us, Spence." He gazed down at Hotch, loving the expression on his face. "We've imagined this," he said, his voice lowering. He shifted so his mouth was near Reid's ear, but he kept his gaze on Hotch's face. "Wondering what you'll look like when you come, if you'll moan. You're so sexy, baby, so perfect. Come for us."
"Oh, God," Reid moaned. The two of them were telling him to come, and the words were running through Reid like electricity. He whimpered, trying to keep from crying out again, but when his body went tense with release, he couldn't hold in the cry of pleasure. It quickly dissolved into moans as he clenched around Hotch and Morgan inside of him, spilling over their joined hands.
Hotch groaned, watching Reid hungrily, and then sliding his hands down to brace Reid's hips. When Reid finally went lax against him, Hotch sped inside of Reid, pushing hard and fast. He wanted to finish with the memory of how Reid looked just then fresh in his mind, and after several driving thrusts, he came too, pulling Reid into a hungry kiss as he did and loving the way Reid was still moaning against his lips.
The sounds Reid made slid over Morgan like they were touching his skin. The feeling of Reid coming around him and Hotch following, his cock pulsing against Morgan's inside Reid, was incredible. Morgan moaned, the pleasure still building in him. "Oh, Spencer, yes," he managed.
Hotch slipped out of Reid, sated, and knowing after Reid came, it would probably be more comfortable for him if they both didn't stay inside him. He cupped Reid's face and kept kissing him, his lips soft, but demanding. Morgan was still moving, though he'd slowed, and eventually Hotch inhaled deeply and let go of Reid, giving them both a satisfied, lazy smile.
Reid grinned down at Hotch, utterly pleased by the expression on his face, and completely relaxed. His body was tingling and loose, and sated or not, Morgan still felt wonderful. Reid moaned softly, his voice near spent, and reached back for Morgan. "Derek," he whispered.
"Spencer, pretty boy," Morgan breathed, running his hand along Reid's arm. "Oh, God, you're so gorgeous." He'd never spent much time contemplating what Reid's back would look like--it was beautiful--and now he wanted more. "I want to see you," he whispered. He glanced at Hotch, not quite for permission, but...Hotch wouldn't mind, would he?
Hotch met Morgan's gaze, and then Reid's when Reid looked at him next. He was probably grinning stupidly at Reid, but he didn't care, and he leaned up to kiss Reid again. Neither of them needed Hotch's consent, but they both looked like they wanted it, so he gave Reid a little nudge, inclining his head to indicate Reid should move, after he pulled out of the kiss.
Reid stole a final kiss and then slipped from between them, losing contact with both Hotch and Morgan as he rolled onto his back. His gaze on Morgan was expectant, and he lifted his fingers to draw them down Morgan's arm.
"God, look at you," Morgan murmured, staring down at Reid. He stretched out over him, leaning in for a hungry kiss. "Beautiful," he murmured against Reid's lips. He hesitated before entering Reid again, though he thought Reid was relaxed enough. "I won't hurt you?" he asked. At Reid's encouragement, he smiled and pressed inside, his breath leaving him in a shuddery exhalation. "Oh, Spence," he murmured, and immediately set a steady rhythm, thrusting deep.
Reid draped his arms around Morgan's shoulders and a moment later his hooked his legs over Morgan's waist, moaning softly. He leaned up and kissed Morgan, skating his fingers up the back of Morgan's head. "Derek." God, he couldn't wipe the languid smile off his face.
Morgan met Reid's kiss passionately, fingers sifting through his hair. "Aaron, he's beautiful," Morgan murmured when the kiss ended. "Look at him." His thrusts were coming faster as the tension grew.
Hotch turned his head, smiling at his two lovers, completely absorbed in each others bodies. "I know," he whispered, reaching out to touch Morgan's hand in Reid's hair.
Morgan kissed Reid again. "Spencer, thank you," he murmured, brushing his lips across Reid's cheek and up to his temple. "So perfect, baby, you're wonderful..." He was getting close, the slow build of pleasure nearly ready to explode into climax.
"God," Reid breathed. Now that he wasn't pressed between two bodies, Reid was better able to actually hear the words Morgan was saying. He tightened his arms around Morgan. "I never knew," he whispered. He kissed Morgan again, moaning softly into it.
"Never supposed to," Morgan murmured when the kiss ended. His thrusts were gaining force, controlled by need instead of emotion now. "Oh, God, so good!" he gasped, feeling the first sparks of orgasm beginning. "God, Spence, yes--" He turned his head just enough to look at Hotch, whose dark eyes were fixed on them. "Yes," Morgan cried, and came hard.
Reid hummed a satisfied noise, holding Morgan though his orgasm and feeling Morgan pulse within him. When Morgan slumped against him, Reid turned to kiss his cheek, then looked over at Hotch.
Hotch had been watching his two lovers with a sort of lazy fascination; they were so beautiful together, and Hotch was going to get to watch this and touch them both again. Hopefully for some time to come. He rolled up next to them, stroking a hand down Morgan's back to rest just at the curve of his ass, then kissed Reid.
Morgan buried his face against Reid's neck with a contented noise. He was exhausted, sated, and utterly happy. Hotch's hand was a comforting weight on him, and Reid's arms around him anchored him. "Perfect," he mumbled, and flickered his tongue out to taste the salt of Reid's sweat. He would have to move soon, but for now he relaxed into Reid's embrace.
Reid laughed softly. "Unbelievable," he murmured against Hotch's lips. He unhooked his legs from Morgan to stretch them, then hooked an arm around Hotch, pulling him into the embrace.
"Mmm." Morgan slid his arm around Hotch, not lifting his head from where it rested. "Thank you," he said, his voice husky. "Both of you." He'd told Hotch at the beginning of all this that he wasn't much of a cuddler. He realized now how much his relationship with Hotch had changed him, because now he wanted nothing more than to lie here wrapped up in his two lovers. He closed his eyes, hoping vaguely that he didn't end up getting himself hurt.
"Thank you," Hotch whispered, letting his fingertips drift over Morgan's neck. If it hadn't been for Morgan, none of this would have ever happened. And no matter what came of this, Hotch would always be grateful. He shifted to settle closer, his head resting on Reid's shoulder. "And Spencer," he added, once he was pressed tight against him.
Reid smiled. It was strange being here under the weight of the two men he was with, but it was wonderful too. So wonderful, he didn't think his brain had even had a chance to click back on yet. After a moment, he couldn't help but laugh, squeezing them. "You're both welcome," he teased softly.
Morgan woke up slowly, with someone's breath tickling the back of his neck. Aaron, he thought automatically, because that was the only person he ever woke up with any more. Then he woke up a little more and registered the fact that he had his arms wrapped around someone, whose head was currently tucked under his chin...and that Aaron's breath was definitely coming from behind him.
He opened his eyes and realized he was curled around Spencer Reid, who had an arm draped around his waist. The events of the night before came back to him then with a rush of warmth. Smiling, Morgan closed his eyes and tightened his arms slightly around Reid.
Hotch had been awake for some time. He'd gotten up in the middle of the night, and slipped back into bed behind Morgan rather than leaving Reid between the two of them. He thought they'd come quite a way the night before in bringing Reid closer to Morgan, but it never hurt to push it a little more. Besides, it was Morgan's strong body that Hotch was used to sleeping next to.
He heard Morgan's breathing change, and then Reid gave a little groan when Morgan moved, but didn't seem to wake up. Hotch stroked his hand over Morgan's side. "Morning," he whispered, hoping they wouldn't wake Reid.
Morgan turned his head to smile sleepily at Hotch. "Morning. Someone moved." He stretched, hoping for a kiss.
"Are you complaining?" Hotch murmured, and leaned over to kiss Morgan.
"Mmm, not at all." Morgan's smile widened. "God, I could get used to this." A moment after the words left his mouth, he realized what he'd said...but even if he could take them back...he didn't want to. He closed his eyes and waited for Hotch's reaction.
Hotch's lips curled, and he kissed Morgan again. "So could I. I'm already pretty attached to the idea of doing this a lot more often." He let his lips trail over Morgan's jaw a moment, then added, "Your bed is bigger than mine. I hope you're ready for more frequent company."
On the other side of Morgan, Reid hummed an unhappy noise that seemed to draw on for a bit. He shifted in Morgan's arms, but then was silent again, and Hotch couldn't but breathe a small laugh at how utterly adorable Reid was when he sleeping.
Morgan smiled again, stroking a hand over Reid's hair. "He's unforgivably cute, isn't he?" he murmured. "We'll have to find an antidote for the Reid Effect." All the same, he liked the idea of them coming to his house. "Mm, Aaron." He felt surprisingly content pressed between these two men.
Reid sighed finally and nudged Morgan's side, still too close to sleep to even process the situation he was currently in. "Shhhhhhh... Is'early," he mumbled.
That prompted a chuckle from Morgan, who leaned in and kissed Reid's neck. "Sorry, Spence," he whispered. "Go back to sleep." He made a contented noise and buried his face in Reid's hair. They could talk later. Right now he just wanted to enjoy this.
Hotch grinned, and waited for Reid to groan an unintelligible reply, then Hotch kissed Morgan's neck and settled back down. They still had some time to lie here and relax until they had to get up and separate, and Hotch intended to use that time to do just that. He drew in a deep, satisfied breath, thinking about what Morgan had said right before Reid shushed them. "If there's an antidote for any of this, I don't think I want to find it," he murmured, and closed his eyes.
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That was well worth waiting all week to see how you'd bring them together!
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