innerslytherin (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
innerslytherin) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
geekystudmuffin2010-02-03 10:21 pm
innerslytherin) wrote in geekystudmuffin2010-02-03 10:21 pm
Domestic Bliss, Hotch/Reid, NC-17 (PWP)
Title: Domestic Bliss
Authors:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
innerslytherin and severity_softly
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Rating: very NC-17
WC: ~3100
Summary: There's a reason Aaron and Spencer keep lube in the kitchen drawer. PWP
Notes: Happy birthday toslash_girl! Thanks to resolucidity for the beta.
It had been a long day, and Aaron was tired of thinking. Aaron's favorite way to not think was to find Spencer and maneuver him into pouncing, but he thought that would take too much effort today. He could hear Elvis Costello singing in the kitchen, which meant Spencer was cooking. He hoped it was something simple.
His suit jacket draped over the arm of the couch. His tie followed. Shoes and socks got dropped by the wall. Pants went next, and he had his shirt unbuttoned by the time he got to the door.
Spencer hadn't actually started cooking yet. He was leaning over the cookbook poring over recipes. Good. He delivered an absent, "Hi," as Aaron walked up behind him, and then he let out a squeak of surprise as Aaron pressed himself along Spencer's back and kissed his neck.
"Hi," Aaron murmured, his voice husky.
"Oh," Spencer managed, dropping his head forward to give Aaron more of his neck. "I hope you didn't go out like that."
Aaron just chuckled and slipped a hand up Spencer's chest to tug at the ever-present tie. "I want to fuck you," he said, pressing his hips against Spencer.
He felt Spencer let out a shuddery laugh more than he heard it, and then Spencer's hips pushed back against Aaron, just enough to make it clear he thought that was an excellent idea. "Oh?" he murmured. "I was thinking Margarita Chicken."
"I'm thinking if you're not naked in sixty seconds, I'm ripping this shirt off you," Aaron growled, sliding the tie out of Spencer's collar.
"Oh God," Spencer said, lowering his head again. Aaron loved what it did to Spencer when he talked like that. Spencer ground back a little, then whispered, "Well, you'd better start undressing me, then."
Aaron hummed and slipped his fingers between the buttons, undoing several before getting impatient and snapping the last one off. "God, you're sexy," he breathed in Spencer's ear. "Pants off."
He felt Spencer shift to unbutton himself. "Long day?" he asked. "Are you planning to bend me over the counter, or am I allowed to turn around?"
"No turning around," Aaron murmured, "and no touching yourself." He loved that Spencer was always willing to go along with him like this.
Spencer whimpered, but he just pushed his pants down and kicked them off. He left his boxers on, and Aaron realized he was wearing the nice ones Aaron had given him for his birthday. Spencer pressed himself back against Aaron, turning his head to kiss Aaron's neck.
A thrill went through Aaron and he dipped his head to capture Spencer's mouth hungrily. "Fucking sexy," he panted against Spencer's cheek when the kiss broke. He caught Spencer's hands in his and leaned Spencer over the counter, loving the feel of Spencer's body against his, the way Spencer yielded to him so easily. He stretched Spencer's arms out, placing his hands carefully in a way that told Spencer not to move them.
Spencer pressed his hands to the counter top, lowering his head again so that his hair fell forward and brushed the surface. He braced against the counter and pushed his hips back against Aaron, and Aaron's mouth went dry when Spencer shifted his legs apart. "Anything you want," he said. "Aaron."
"Want you," Aaron breathed, and leaned down to nip at Spencer's shoulder. "Want to be inside you. Want to fuck you breathless."
Aaron heard Spencer's forehead come to rest against the counter when Spencer whimpered, and then he pushed his hips back again, his body insisting. "Yes," he murmured. "I want that." He let out a little breath, and when he spoke again there was a smile in his voice on top of the obvious arousal. "God, and I want you to keep talking like that."
"Mmm, you get me hot," Aaron breathed, pushing his own boxers down and letting them fall to the floor. He rubbed his erection against Spencer's ass, groaning at how good the pressure felt. "Love fucking you."
"Mmm," Spencer hummed. "What did I do to deserve this?"
"I had a bad day," Aaron replied, and rolled his hips against Spencer. "God, your ass is fantastic." He slid his hand down and palmed Spencer's cock through the thin silk of his boxers. He leaned in, letting his breath puff against Spencer's ear. "So is your cock."
Spencer let out a gusty breath. Aaron saw him start to move, his fingers curling against the counter, and then he deliberately flattened them again. "Is everything okay?"
Aaron smiled and nipped at his ear. "Will be as soon as I'm balls-deep inside you." He felt vaguely silly at that line, but Spencer did like it when he talked dirty.
Spencer made another noise that sounded a lot more relaxed, but said, "That's not exactly an answer."
"Nnh. Nothing serious," Aaron assured him, massaging gently. "Just a long day with meetings and too much politicking and bullshit." He nibbled his way down Spencer's neck, then sucked hard at his shoulder. "Want you."
Aaron could feel the way Spencer's shoulders had loosened as he spoke. "Prove it," he whispered, lifting a hand to stroke Aaron's hair.
Aaron's teeth closed on Spencer's shoulder in a sharper nip; at the same time he reached up and closed his hand around Spencer's wrist. "Not if you can't hold still," he threatened. He was having to fight a grin, though; they didn't do this often, but when they did, one of them always set the rules and the other tested them, sex turning into a playful wrestling for dominance that turned into mutual satisfaction and ended in sated cuddling. God, Aaron loved Spencer.
Spencer turned his head and glanced at Aaron over his shoulder, his gaze heated and mischievous. "Well, if you wouldn't keep me waiting..."
"That eager for it?" Aaron teased. He slid his hand up and pushed Spencer's boxers down off his hips.
"We haven't had sex since this morning," Spencer argued, smiling, but he licked his lips and pressed back, Aaron's cock nestling in the valley of Spencer's ass.
"Mmm, such a long time," Aaron whispered breathlessly. He reached around Spencer's hips to inch open a drawer. Sometimes it appalled him that they kept lube in the kitchen, but he'd become extremely fond of jumping Spencer during such mundane tasks as cooking or washing dishes. He scraped his teeth over the mark he'd made on Spencer's shoulder, then licked a line up Spencer's neck.
"Too long," Spencer murmured. His voice was taking on that breathy quality it always got when he was getting anxious for Aaron to fill him. "Love that this was the first thing you wanted when you came home."
"Only thing I've wanted for hours," Aaron informed him, flipping the cap on the tube and slicking himself hastily. He blew across the wet line on Spencer's skin and watched as goosebumps broke across Spencer's shoulders. "You're so sexy."
Spencer shivered. "So're you." He looked back over his shoulder, watching Aaron. "Have me," he murmured, his tone starting to border on begging.
Aaron narrowed his eyes and gave him the smile he reserved only for Spencer. "Sexy," he murmured, positioning himself. A moment later he slid home, not giving Spencer time to adjust until Aaron was fully seated inside him.
Spencer made a noise, a slightly high-pitched whimper, and pressed his forehead to the counter, panting hard. The lines of his back were tense, but Aaron could tell it wasn't out of pain--he knew Spencer's body and how it responded to him too well now. The muscles playing under Spencer's skin were taut with desire. "Oh," Spencer finally moaned. "Aaron."
With a grunt of acknowledgment, Aaron slid one hand around to toy with Spencer's nipple, then other skating down along the lean lines of Spencer's ribs until it was curling around hot, hard flesh. He loved the way Spencer looked, stretched out before him like this.
Spencer made another happy noise, then exhaled a breath. Aaron could tell Spencer had his lip trapped in his teeth, but he was barely able to let it register before Spencer pulled forward the inch or so he could go, then thrust himself back against Aaron with a louder moan.
Aaron let out a groan as lust spiked through him. "Yes, Spencer, let me see that again. Fuck yourself on my cock." He slipped his fingers over the head of Spencer's cock, more teasingly than anything.
Spencer chuckled, but the sound was low and wanton, and Spencer pressed his fingertips against the wall where he could just reach it, and pushed back again, a little harder this time. "God, Aaron," he panted, and bucked against Aaron again. "You feel good. Can't ever have enough."
Aaron's groan was louder that time, and his hips jerked, unable to resist the feel of Spencer tight around him. "God," he breathed, pinching Spencer's nipple lightly. "Show me."
Spencer gasped, letting out a strangled noise, and then seemed spurred on by the pinch, thrusting back harder. Aaron rolled the hard nub between his fingers and Spencer's breath went ragged. "Fuck me," he demanded.
Aaron grinned and complied, pushing his hips forward hard, giving Spencer a taste of the desire he was feeling. At Spencer's moan of appreciation, Aaron straightened up a little, changing his angle, and began to thrust in earnest. He tightened his hand around Spencer's cock, letting each thrust push Spencer into fucking Aaron's hand. "So damn beautiful," he panted.
"Aaron," Spencer panted. "I want... I want you," he managed. Aaron was pretty sure there was more than that, but Spencer couldn't get it out, the onslaught of sensation overwhelming him.
"Want me to what?" Aaron asked, hips pumping relentlessly. He loved hearing Spencer like this.
"Mmm'want you to suck me," he panted. "When you're... oh God, Aaron." Spencer moved against Aaron, falling into the same rhythm.
Aaron chuckled breathlessly and dropped his hand from Spencer's cock, knowing his lover wouldn't be able to hold out long enough if he kept stroking him. "Love the taste of your cock," he agreed, and gripped Spencer's hips tightly with both hands, driving into him.
The words dragged another low groan from Spencer and he pushed back, bracing himself against the counter as pleasure started rolling through Aaron. He loved the graceful sweep of Spencer's back, the loose sandy curls of hair, the way Spencer gave to him, no matter what Aaron asked of him.
More than that--he loved giving to Spencer too, and finding new ways to prove his devotion. They were perfectly matched, and Aaron never stopped being grateful. Lust spiked through him as Spencer arched his back, his hair falling across his face. It built quickly the more he lost himself in Spencer's body, until finally he was biting his lip and straining to make this last just a little longer. All too soon he came, crying out Spencer's name in sheer enjoyment.
Spencer groaned, reaching back finally to curl his fingers around Aaron's hip when Aaron slumped against him. Spencer turned his cheek to the counter and Aaron kissed the other one, not moving. Spencer always seemed to like these intimate moments, when they were still joined, but one of them was softening in the other.
Aaron spent some time stroking Spencer's arms and kissing his shoulders once he could move, and then Spencer let go, giving Aaron a satisfied grin.
"I love you," Aaron murmured, smiling at him. He slid out of Spencer, watching him warmly. He was so gorgeous, so graceful and eager. Aaron lowered himself to his knees and shifted around to get his back against the counter. "Let me taste you."
"Please," Spencer whispered, looking down at Aaron and stroking his fingers through Aaron's hair.
"I want to suck you," Aaron said, meeting his gaze and letting his desire show plainly.
"Please," Spencer repeated, his fingers curling into the dark locks. "I want that. Want you," he whispered.
"Come here," Aaron urged. He slid his hands up Spencer's thighs, then around to squeeze his ass. "God, you're gorgeous. I love your cock."
Spencer's lips quirked up as he stopped in front of Aaron. He brushed his fingers down Aaron's jaw, then across his lower lip. "I love your mouth," he said, giving Aaron a heated look.
Aaron grinned. "Then let me put it to good use," he said, and rocked forward to brush his lips against Spencer's cock.
Spencer hummed a pleased noise, his hand going back to Aaron's hair. "Yes," he whispered, closing his eyes.
"Mmm." Aaron flickered his tongue out to stroke along Spencer's shaft, then took Spencer into his mouth with no further teasing.
Spencer hissed, his fingers curling in Aaron's hair, then loosening. "Oh, yes," he whispered, his hand riding the top of Aaron's head as Aaron took him deep, his hand coming up to massage Spencer's balls. Spencer dropped his head and watched Aaron. "You're so sexy like this."
Aaron hummed in acknowledgment, knowing full well the sort of reaction that would get. His eyes narrowed in enjoyment as Spencer whimpered, his hips jerking. He loved giving this to Spencer. He loved knowing he had this effect on Spencer. God, he was gorgeous.
"Aaron," Spencer whispered, panting softly now. Spencer caught his lower lip in his teeth as Aaron swirled his tongue around Spencer's head. "God, I love that no one else gets to see you like this, on your knees. So sexy."
That brought a groan to Aaron's lips. He looked up at Spencer, watching him. He loved how much Spencer appreciated him. Maybe it was selfish of him, but it made him feel special that Spencer was as grateful for their relationship as Aaron was. He slid his other hand around to massage Spencer's ass.
Spencer moaned, his hips jerking a little, and then he leaned over Aaron to brace himself on the counter. Aaron fought a smug smile and just hummed around Spencer, which made Spencer hiss and thrust shallowly, knowing Aaron didn't mind it. Aaron enjoyed it, actually, and hummed again.
"Oh God," Spencer whimpered, clamping his eyes shut in pleasure. "I want... to come on you."
It took Aaron a moment to register the words, and when he did, they sent a thrill straight through him. His eyes widened and he stared up at Spencer in shock. It was more than just shock, it was excitement and just a little bit of...not disgust, but an edgy thrill at the hint of dirtiness in Spencer's request.
Yes, Aaron thought, and slid his mouth off Spencer's cock with a soft pop. "Yes." He took Spencer in his mouth again, sucking hard, then pulled off once more, stroking Spencer energetically.
"Really?" Spencer gasped, his eyes wide as he looked down at Aaron, but then the expression faded into desire again as Aaron's hand sped over him. He shifted a little, then lowered a hand to touch Aaron's cheek. "You're so perfect," he whispered. "Mmm... 'm close." He hooked a finger under Aaron's chin and tilted his face up, watching.
Aaron held Spencer's gaze for a moment, then glanced down at his cock. He wasn't sure if he should be watching for a sign or if he should watch Spencer's face. After a moment he looked back up at Spencer's face, trusting he would recognize the way his lover looked just before climax. And God, was that ever sexy. Spencer's hair was falling down around his face as he watched Aaron, and his gaze was heated. Spencer was beautiful when he concentrated, and he definitely concentrated on sex just as much as he did his work--it was just in a totally different way. Aaron smiled and blew softly against Spencer's cock, his fingers speeding.
Spencer moaned, biting his lips hard and stroking his thumb over Aaron's lower lip. "Yes," he managed, and Aaron saw Spencer's body tense. Spencer's hand dropped away from Aaron's face quickly, then brushed Aaron's hand off his cock, resuming the stroking himself. "Close your eyes," Spencer ordered, and as soon as Aaron complied, Spencer groaned and came, his release spilling in hot pulses against Aaron's skin, falling and clinging to his lips and one of his cheeks. Spencer couldn't seem to stop murmuring strings of praises mixed with obscenities.
Aaron couldn't hold in the gasp that escaped him. As he heard Spencer sink to his knees, Aaron cautiously opened one eye. It felt strange to have come sliding down his cheek, but it was hot too, in a sexy, debauched sort of way. He licked his lips, tasting Spencer. Then he made a noise of quiet satisfaction and leaned forward to press his lips against Spencer's.
Spencer moaned into the kiss, then pulled back to murmur, "Such a perfect face." He licked at the corner of Aaron's mouth with a little whimper, then brushed his lips up Aaron's cheek, licking his own release off with a series of small, open-mouthed kisses.
"God," Aaron breathed, prickles of desire running across his skin at Spencer's touch. "You're so amazing, Spencer. That was fucking hot."
"God, I've been fantasizing about that for years," Spencer admitted, stroking his fingers through Aaron's hair.
Aaron let out a surprised laugh. "I hope it lived up," he said. "You should have said something sooner."
Spencer grinned lazily. "If you let me do it again, next time you'll be wearing your suit."
"If you come on my suit, you can pay the drycleaner," Aaron replied, but he kissed Spencer slowly and slid an arm around him, shifting just enough that they could snuggle in relative comfort without getting up.
"It would be worth it," Spencer murmured, kissing Aaron again.
"Hm." Aaron stroked a hand down Spencer's back, smiling faintly. "You realize I'd spend the entire day half-hard every time I wore that suit afterwards?"
Spencer grinned. "It's all part of my evil plot to get you to let me suck you off from under your desk."
"You're an evil man," Aaron murmured. He kissed Spencer's neck, sucking lightly and ending with a flick of his tongue.
"But I always win," Spencer said. "We should go to bed. My knees are starting to hurt." He gave Aaron an amused look.
"Only if you promise to feed me later," Aaron said, and yawned. He grinned at Spencer and let go so he could get up first.
Spencer stood and pulled Aaron up after him. "Ordering pizza sounds pretty good now."
"Works for me," Aaron said, and let Spencer lead him into the bedroom.
Authors:
innerslytherin and severity_softlyPairing: Hotch/Reid
Rating: very NC-17
WC: ~3100
Summary: There's a reason Aaron and Spencer keep lube in the kitchen drawer. PWP
Notes: Happy birthday to
slash_girl! Thanks to resolucidity for the beta.It had been a long day, and Aaron was tired of thinking. Aaron's favorite way to not think was to find Spencer and maneuver him into pouncing, but he thought that would take too much effort today. He could hear Elvis Costello singing in the kitchen, which meant Spencer was cooking. He hoped it was something simple.
His suit jacket draped over the arm of the couch. His tie followed. Shoes and socks got dropped by the wall. Pants went next, and he had his shirt unbuttoned by the time he got to the door.
Spencer hadn't actually started cooking yet. He was leaning over the cookbook poring over recipes. Good. He delivered an absent, "Hi," as Aaron walked up behind him, and then he let out a squeak of surprise as Aaron pressed himself along Spencer's back and kissed his neck.
"Hi," Aaron murmured, his voice husky.
"Oh," Spencer managed, dropping his head forward to give Aaron more of his neck. "I hope you didn't go out like that."
Aaron just chuckled and slipped a hand up Spencer's chest to tug at the ever-present tie. "I want to fuck you," he said, pressing his hips against Spencer.
He felt Spencer let out a shuddery laugh more than he heard it, and then Spencer's hips pushed back against Aaron, just enough to make it clear he thought that was an excellent idea. "Oh?" he murmured. "I was thinking Margarita Chicken."
"I'm thinking if you're not naked in sixty seconds, I'm ripping this shirt off you," Aaron growled, sliding the tie out of Spencer's collar.
"Oh God," Spencer said, lowering his head again. Aaron loved what it did to Spencer when he talked like that. Spencer ground back a little, then whispered, "Well, you'd better start undressing me, then."
Aaron hummed and slipped his fingers between the buttons, undoing several before getting impatient and snapping the last one off. "God, you're sexy," he breathed in Spencer's ear. "Pants off."
He felt Spencer shift to unbutton himself. "Long day?" he asked. "Are you planning to bend me over the counter, or am I allowed to turn around?"
"No turning around," Aaron murmured, "and no touching yourself." He loved that Spencer was always willing to go along with him like this.
Spencer whimpered, but he just pushed his pants down and kicked them off. He left his boxers on, and Aaron realized he was wearing the nice ones Aaron had given him for his birthday. Spencer pressed himself back against Aaron, turning his head to kiss Aaron's neck.
A thrill went through Aaron and he dipped his head to capture Spencer's mouth hungrily. "Fucking sexy," he panted against Spencer's cheek when the kiss broke. He caught Spencer's hands in his and leaned Spencer over the counter, loving the feel of Spencer's body against his, the way Spencer yielded to him so easily. He stretched Spencer's arms out, placing his hands carefully in a way that told Spencer not to move them.
Spencer pressed his hands to the counter top, lowering his head again so that his hair fell forward and brushed the surface. He braced against the counter and pushed his hips back against Aaron, and Aaron's mouth went dry when Spencer shifted his legs apart. "Anything you want," he said. "Aaron."
"Want you," Aaron breathed, and leaned down to nip at Spencer's shoulder. "Want to be inside you. Want to fuck you breathless."
Aaron heard Spencer's forehead come to rest against the counter when Spencer whimpered, and then he pushed his hips back again, his body insisting. "Yes," he murmured. "I want that." He let out a little breath, and when he spoke again there was a smile in his voice on top of the obvious arousal. "God, and I want you to keep talking like that."
"Mmm, you get me hot," Aaron breathed, pushing his own boxers down and letting them fall to the floor. He rubbed his erection against Spencer's ass, groaning at how good the pressure felt. "Love fucking you."
"Mmm," Spencer hummed. "What did I do to deserve this?"
"I had a bad day," Aaron replied, and rolled his hips against Spencer. "God, your ass is fantastic." He slid his hand down and palmed Spencer's cock through the thin silk of his boxers. He leaned in, letting his breath puff against Spencer's ear. "So is your cock."
Spencer let out a gusty breath. Aaron saw him start to move, his fingers curling against the counter, and then he deliberately flattened them again. "Is everything okay?"
Aaron smiled and nipped at his ear. "Will be as soon as I'm balls-deep inside you." He felt vaguely silly at that line, but Spencer did like it when he talked dirty.
Spencer made another noise that sounded a lot more relaxed, but said, "That's not exactly an answer."
"Nnh. Nothing serious," Aaron assured him, massaging gently. "Just a long day with meetings and too much politicking and bullshit." He nibbled his way down Spencer's neck, then sucked hard at his shoulder. "Want you."
Aaron could feel the way Spencer's shoulders had loosened as he spoke. "Prove it," he whispered, lifting a hand to stroke Aaron's hair.
Aaron's teeth closed on Spencer's shoulder in a sharper nip; at the same time he reached up and closed his hand around Spencer's wrist. "Not if you can't hold still," he threatened. He was having to fight a grin, though; they didn't do this often, but when they did, one of them always set the rules and the other tested them, sex turning into a playful wrestling for dominance that turned into mutual satisfaction and ended in sated cuddling. God, Aaron loved Spencer.
Spencer turned his head and glanced at Aaron over his shoulder, his gaze heated and mischievous. "Well, if you wouldn't keep me waiting..."
"That eager for it?" Aaron teased. He slid his hand up and pushed Spencer's boxers down off his hips.
"We haven't had sex since this morning," Spencer argued, smiling, but he licked his lips and pressed back, Aaron's cock nestling in the valley of Spencer's ass.
"Mmm, such a long time," Aaron whispered breathlessly. He reached around Spencer's hips to inch open a drawer. Sometimes it appalled him that they kept lube in the kitchen, but he'd become extremely fond of jumping Spencer during such mundane tasks as cooking or washing dishes. He scraped his teeth over the mark he'd made on Spencer's shoulder, then licked a line up Spencer's neck.
"Too long," Spencer murmured. His voice was taking on that breathy quality it always got when he was getting anxious for Aaron to fill him. "Love that this was the first thing you wanted when you came home."
"Only thing I've wanted for hours," Aaron informed him, flipping the cap on the tube and slicking himself hastily. He blew across the wet line on Spencer's skin and watched as goosebumps broke across Spencer's shoulders. "You're so sexy."
Spencer shivered. "So're you." He looked back over his shoulder, watching Aaron. "Have me," he murmured, his tone starting to border on begging.
Aaron narrowed his eyes and gave him the smile he reserved only for Spencer. "Sexy," he murmured, positioning himself. A moment later he slid home, not giving Spencer time to adjust until Aaron was fully seated inside him.
Spencer made a noise, a slightly high-pitched whimper, and pressed his forehead to the counter, panting hard. The lines of his back were tense, but Aaron could tell it wasn't out of pain--he knew Spencer's body and how it responded to him too well now. The muscles playing under Spencer's skin were taut with desire. "Oh," Spencer finally moaned. "Aaron."
With a grunt of acknowledgment, Aaron slid one hand around to toy with Spencer's nipple, then other skating down along the lean lines of Spencer's ribs until it was curling around hot, hard flesh. He loved the way Spencer looked, stretched out before him like this.
Spencer made another happy noise, then exhaled a breath. Aaron could tell Spencer had his lip trapped in his teeth, but he was barely able to let it register before Spencer pulled forward the inch or so he could go, then thrust himself back against Aaron with a louder moan.
Aaron let out a groan as lust spiked through him. "Yes, Spencer, let me see that again. Fuck yourself on my cock." He slipped his fingers over the head of Spencer's cock, more teasingly than anything.
Spencer chuckled, but the sound was low and wanton, and Spencer pressed his fingertips against the wall where he could just reach it, and pushed back again, a little harder this time. "God, Aaron," he panted, and bucked against Aaron again. "You feel good. Can't ever have enough."
Aaron's groan was louder that time, and his hips jerked, unable to resist the feel of Spencer tight around him. "God," he breathed, pinching Spencer's nipple lightly. "Show me."
Spencer gasped, letting out a strangled noise, and then seemed spurred on by the pinch, thrusting back harder. Aaron rolled the hard nub between his fingers and Spencer's breath went ragged. "Fuck me," he demanded.
Aaron grinned and complied, pushing his hips forward hard, giving Spencer a taste of the desire he was feeling. At Spencer's moan of appreciation, Aaron straightened up a little, changing his angle, and began to thrust in earnest. He tightened his hand around Spencer's cock, letting each thrust push Spencer into fucking Aaron's hand. "So damn beautiful," he panted.
"Aaron," Spencer panted. "I want... I want you," he managed. Aaron was pretty sure there was more than that, but Spencer couldn't get it out, the onslaught of sensation overwhelming him.
"Want me to what?" Aaron asked, hips pumping relentlessly. He loved hearing Spencer like this.
"Mmm'want you to suck me," he panted. "When you're... oh God, Aaron." Spencer moved against Aaron, falling into the same rhythm.
Aaron chuckled breathlessly and dropped his hand from Spencer's cock, knowing his lover wouldn't be able to hold out long enough if he kept stroking him. "Love the taste of your cock," he agreed, and gripped Spencer's hips tightly with both hands, driving into him.
The words dragged another low groan from Spencer and he pushed back, bracing himself against the counter as pleasure started rolling through Aaron. He loved the graceful sweep of Spencer's back, the loose sandy curls of hair, the way Spencer gave to him, no matter what Aaron asked of him.
More than that--he loved giving to Spencer too, and finding new ways to prove his devotion. They were perfectly matched, and Aaron never stopped being grateful. Lust spiked through him as Spencer arched his back, his hair falling across his face. It built quickly the more he lost himself in Spencer's body, until finally he was biting his lip and straining to make this last just a little longer. All too soon he came, crying out Spencer's name in sheer enjoyment.
Spencer groaned, reaching back finally to curl his fingers around Aaron's hip when Aaron slumped against him. Spencer turned his cheek to the counter and Aaron kissed the other one, not moving. Spencer always seemed to like these intimate moments, when they were still joined, but one of them was softening in the other.
Aaron spent some time stroking Spencer's arms and kissing his shoulders once he could move, and then Spencer let go, giving Aaron a satisfied grin.
"I love you," Aaron murmured, smiling at him. He slid out of Spencer, watching him warmly. He was so gorgeous, so graceful and eager. Aaron lowered himself to his knees and shifted around to get his back against the counter. "Let me taste you."
"Please," Spencer whispered, looking down at Aaron and stroking his fingers through Aaron's hair.
"I want to suck you," Aaron said, meeting his gaze and letting his desire show plainly.
"Please," Spencer repeated, his fingers curling into the dark locks. "I want that. Want you," he whispered.
"Come here," Aaron urged. He slid his hands up Spencer's thighs, then around to squeeze his ass. "God, you're gorgeous. I love your cock."
Spencer's lips quirked up as he stopped in front of Aaron. He brushed his fingers down Aaron's jaw, then across his lower lip. "I love your mouth," he said, giving Aaron a heated look.
Aaron grinned. "Then let me put it to good use," he said, and rocked forward to brush his lips against Spencer's cock.
Spencer hummed a pleased noise, his hand going back to Aaron's hair. "Yes," he whispered, closing his eyes.
"Mmm." Aaron flickered his tongue out to stroke along Spencer's shaft, then took Spencer into his mouth with no further teasing.
Spencer hissed, his fingers curling in Aaron's hair, then loosening. "Oh, yes," he whispered, his hand riding the top of Aaron's head as Aaron took him deep, his hand coming up to massage Spencer's balls. Spencer dropped his head and watched Aaron. "You're so sexy like this."
Aaron hummed in acknowledgment, knowing full well the sort of reaction that would get. His eyes narrowed in enjoyment as Spencer whimpered, his hips jerking. He loved giving this to Spencer. He loved knowing he had this effect on Spencer. God, he was gorgeous.
"Aaron," Spencer whispered, panting softly now. Spencer caught his lower lip in his teeth as Aaron swirled his tongue around Spencer's head. "God, I love that no one else gets to see you like this, on your knees. So sexy."
That brought a groan to Aaron's lips. He looked up at Spencer, watching him. He loved how much Spencer appreciated him. Maybe it was selfish of him, but it made him feel special that Spencer was as grateful for their relationship as Aaron was. He slid his other hand around to massage Spencer's ass.
Spencer moaned, his hips jerking a little, and then he leaned over Aaron to brace himself on the counter. Aaron fought a smug smile and just hummed around Spencer, which made Spencer hiss and thrust shallowly, knowing Aaron didn't mind it. Aaron enjoyed it, actually, and hummed again.
"Oh God," Spencer whimpered, clamping his eyes shut in pleasure. "I want... to come on you."
It took Aaron a moment to register the words, and when he did, they sent a thrill straight through him. His eyes widened and he stared up at Spencer in shock. It was more than just shock, it was excitement and just a little bit of...not disgust, but an edgy thrill at the hint of dirtiness in Spencer's request.
Yes, Aaron thought, and slid his mouth off Spencer's cock with a soft pop. "Yes." He took Spencer in his mouth again, sucking hard, then pulled off once more, stroking Spencer energetically.
"Really?" Spencer gasped, his eyes wide as he looked down at Aaron, but then the expression faded into desire again as Aaron's hand sped over him. He shifted a little, then lowered a hand to touch Aaron's cheek. "You're so perfect," he whispered. "Mmm... 'm close." He hooked a finger under Aaron's chin and tilted his face up, watching.
Aaron held Spencer's gaze for a moment, then glanced down at his cock. He wasn't sure if he should be watching for a sign or if he should watch Spencer's face. After a moment he looked back up at Spencer's face, trusting he would recognize the way his lover looked just before climax. And God, was that ever sexy. Spencer's hair was falling down around his face as he watched Aaron, and his gaze was heated. Spencer was beautiful when he concentrated, and he definitely concentrated on sex just as much as he did his work--it was just in a totally different way. Aaron smiled and blew softly against Spencer's cock, his fingers speeding.
Spencer moaned, biting his lips hard and stroking his thumb over Aaron's lower lip. "Yes," he managed, and Aaron saw Spencer's body tense. Spencer's hand dropped away from Aaron's face quickly, then brushed Aaron's hand off his cock, resuming the stroking himself. "Close your eyes," Spencer ordered, and as soon as Aaron complied, Spencer groaned and came, his release spilling in hot pulses against Aaron's skin, falling and clinging to his lips and one of his cheeks. Spencer couldn't seem to stop murmuring strings of praises mixed with obscenities.
Aaron couldn't hold in the gasp that escaped him. As he heard Spencer sink to his knees, Aaron cautiously opened one eye. It felt strange to have come sliding down his cheek, but it was hot too, in a sexy, debauched sort of way. He licked his lips, tasting Spencer. Then he made a noise of quiet satisfaction and leaned forward to press his lips against Spencer's.
Spencer moaned into the kiss, then pulled back to murmur, "Such a perfect face." He licked at the corner of Aaron's mouth with a little whimper, then brushed his lips up Aaron's cheek, licking his own release off with a series of small, open-mouthed kisses.
"God," Aaron breathed, prickles of desire running across his skin at Spencer's touch. "You're so amazing, Spencer. That was fucking hot."
"God, I've been fantasizing about that for years," Spencer admitted, stroking his fingers through Aaron's hair.
Aaron let out a surprised laugh. "I hope it lived up," he said. "You should have said something sooner."
Spencer grinned lazily. "If you let me do it again, next time you'll be wearing your suit."
"If you come on my suit, you can pay the drycleaner," Aaron replied, but he kissed Spencer slowly and slid an arm around him, shifting just enough that they could snuggle in relative comfort without getting up.
"It would be worth it," Spencer murmured, kissing Aaron again.
"Hm." Aaron stroked a hand down Spencer's back, smiling faintly. "You realize I'd spend the entire day half-hard every time I wore that suit afterwards?"
Spencer grinned. "It's all part of my evil plot to get you to let me suck you off from under your desk."
"You're an evil man," Aaron murmured. He kissed Spencer's neck, sucking lightly and ending with a flick of his tongue.
"But I always win," Spencer said. "We should go to bed. My knees are starting to hurt." He gave Aaron an amused look.
"Only if you promise to feed me later," Aaron said, and yawned. He grinned at Spencer and let go so he could get up first.
Spencer stood and pulled Aaron up after him. "Ordering pizza sounds pretty good now."
"Works for me," Aaron said, and let Spencer lead him into the bedroom.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
*HUGS*