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The first time it happened, they both chalked it up to nothing more but ecstasy from solving a case. They had walked outside, Hotch wanted to grab a smoke, ended up making out. If you asked them how it had happened, they wouldn't have been able to answer. They only stopped when a very drunk Penelope called them from inside, her voice getting closer.
The second time, they blamed exhaustion. They had been awake for two days, Derek had stayed back to chat with some officers, Hotch was talking to the chief. When they walked out, Hotch laid back on the SVU, and Derek couldn't help himself. He grabbed his boss by the waist, and as the kiss deepened, he slid his leg between Hotch's, rubbing the man's clothed member. Once again, they were interrupted by a door opening, forcing them to part ways.
As much as they tried to ignore the obvious fact, they found themselves staring at each other more often. If Hotch's fantasies involved random men before, right now he could only picture Derek's face, what his body might look like, as he fingered himself.
Hotch's car wouldn't start. Just his luck. He tried again, to no avail. Derek offered him a lift, Hotch gladly accepted. Throughout the car ride, Hotch found himself glancing between Derek's legs more often than he'd be willing to admit. They reached Hotch's house, Derek's engine coming to a stop. Hotch, somehow, found some courage in himself.
"Want to come inside, grab a drink?" Hotch asked, hopeful.
"Sure, why not" Derek replied.
Derek did not expect the invite. In particular, he did not expect to be so obviously lusted over throughout the whole car ride. He wanted to have some fun with it, he decided.
"I will always find it hilarious that you have to couches" Derek commented.
"Makes for a bigger bed, comes in handy" Hotch replied, handing Derek a glass. "Hope you don't mind scotch"
"Is it at least comfortable?" Derek insisted.
"Why don't you tell me?" Hotch opened both pullout couches, moved them closer to each other, then laid on them. "Have a go" he called out.
It was now or never, Derek decided.
He got on the couch, climbed on Hotch, pushing himself between the man's legs. Hotch blushed heavily.
"Yeah, seems nice" Derek commented, his face closer to Hotch's, looking him in the eyes. Hotch grew redder, tried to open his mouth for a comeback, but was swiftly shut off by Derek's lips, his tongue intruding. Derek unzipped Hotch's pants, slid a hand in his underwear, started playing with him.
Hotch moaned at the feeling, feeling Derek's thumb caressing his tip. The dark skinned man let go of his mouth, playing with Hotch's cock with a bit more emphasis. The man under him moaned again, opened his mouth to let out a sharp exhale, Derek taking advantage to slip his fingers in, letting the man coat them in his saliva.
"Jesus, had I known you were this eager I would have made my move sooner" Derek chuckled, removing his fingers from Hotch's mouth. The man swallowed, still panting as Derek kept playing with him.
"What, like making out with you wasn't proof enough?" he sarcastically quipped, moaning when Derek caressed his tip again. The dark-skinned man smirked, removing his hand from Hotch's pants, wasting no time tugging them down, along with his underwear.
Derek began tracing his thumb around Hotch's rim, teasing him, as he unzipped his own pants, lazily stroking himself in his underwear.
"Come on" Hotch basically pleaded, his voice low. Derek let out a chuckle, but complied with his request, slowly pushing his index finger in. Hotch let out a shaky breath, welcoming the intrusion. Derek moved his finger around for a few seconds, decided to insert his second as well. He moved them around, letting out a content hum when Hotch moaned a little louder. He kept hitting the same spot over and over, eliciting more moans and gasps from Hotch.
"Please-" Hotch breathed out, his plead turning into moaning when Derek jabbed at his prostate a little harder.
"Patience" Derek chastised, inserting a third finger. Hotch tightly grabbed one of the pillows, his moans coming out in quick succession.
Derek kept hitting his prostate, intently watching Hotch losing it more and more, enjoying as more and more precum leaked out of him, suddenly stilled his movement. Hotch moaned in protest, looking at him, eyes wide and hair ruffled.
Derek removed his hand from his own underwear, placed it on the inside of Hotch's inner left thigh, forcing it to stay open. He lowered his head, began licking the tip of the man's hard cock, tasting the liquid. Hotch moaned again, throwing his head back. Derek gave a few more languid licks, before taking him in his mouth, bobbing his head as he began moving his fingers again. Hotch let out a louder moan, bucking his hips into Derek's mouth, the latter tightening his grip around the former's thigh. He continued his movement, as Hotch's moans grew more desperate and loud, his hips moving erratically.
It took one final, rough thrust against his prostate for Hotch to orgasm, his cum filling Derek's mouth. Derek slowly removed his mouth from the man's cock, ensuring Hotch would feel his lips still caressing his shaft, Hotch's breathing growing heavier at the motion. He kept his fingers inside of him as he moved upwards, catching Hotch's slightly open mouth in a kiss, making the man taste himself. Hotch happily did just that, swallowing himself, his cheecks flushed.
Derek pulled out his fingers, hitting Hotch's prostate in the process, causing the man to whimper.
"You don't think it's over, do you?" Derek smirked, Hotch looking at him with wide eyes, still trying to catch his breath and some type of composure. Derek pulled down his pants and underwear just enough to free his hard cock, Hotch staring at it, mouth open.
"Woah, it's- It's huge" he breathed out, his blush traveling down to his chest.
"More fun for you" Derek replied, as he pushed the tip in, Hotch melting in a desperate moan. The more Derek pushed, the more restless Hotch grew, his dick following.
"Oh God" Hotch breathed out, his eyes shut tightly.
"I wonder if you can actually take it" was all the warning Derek gave him, before he started pounding into him. Hotch screamed as he felt the other's cock pounding his oversensitive prostate. He tried to form words, but the more Derek pounded in him, the more his brain turned to mush.
He felt Derek's hand grabbing his thighs, squeezing, keeping him in place, giving the man a more comfortable position to pound deeper into him. Hotch's moans were intermitted by whimpers, both raising in volume. Tears spilling from his eyes, Hotch couldn't think straight anymore.
Derek moved his left leg to sit on his shoulder, angling himself better, his hips quickening in pace, Hotch managing a desperate streak of 'yes's from his mouth, felt himself growing closer. Derek lunched himself forward, biting Hotch's shoulder, and that was all it took for Hotch to cum a second time, screaming in pure bliss, his voice raising in volume and desperation as Derek fucked him through his orgasm.
"Please, please-" were the only two words Hotch managed to whimper, himself unsure of what he was begging for at this point.
The desperation in Hotch's voice sent Derek over the edge, burying himself deeper into the other man, Hotch felt Derek's cock pulsating, releasing the hot liquid inside of him, himself unable to do anything other than take it.
The two were panting heavily, still wrapped around one another, sweat cooling on their skins. Derek carefully unhooked Hotch's leg from his shoulder, placing it in a more comfortable position, as he kissed the wound on his shoulder.
"Sorry for biting you" Derek breathed out, apologetically, kissing the wound again.
"I think I liked it way too much" Hotch breathed out a laughter, panting heavily, trying to compose himself from the overstimulation he felt that night. Derek chuckled at that, raising his head slightly, his arm moving right after.
"What are you doing?" Hotch asked, feeling the movements, unable to open his eyes. He felt something soft being thrown on the two of them.
"Figured you'd be unable to move much, and the couch really is comfortable. Blanket isn't half bad either" Derek replied with a chuckle, laying his head down close enough to kiss Hotch's neck.
"If you don't pull out I won't be able to move much tomorrow morning either" Hotch sleepily replied, turning to face Derek, his eyes still closed.
"That's exactly what I'm hoping for" Derek said, giving him a quick peck, before settling down, kissing and caressing Hotch as he fell asleep.