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Hotch was the first to wake up. He felt Spencer’s cum gushing out of him as he moved to look at his lover, the feeling sending a shiver down his spine, and a spark of pleasure to his cock.
He watched the genius, his breathing soft as he was still sound asleep. First to wake up wakes up the other, that was what they agreed upon the night before.
Hotch began palming Spencer’s, still soft, cock, the genius’ breath hitching, but not giving sign he would wake up.
He carefully moved the genius to be on his back, got between his legs, and started licking his member, the other’s breath hitching again.
The good thing about this type of mornings is that Spencer always slept deeply, giving Hotch ample time to tease his lover, as well as himself.
He carefully got the other’s tip in his mouth, sucking on it a little. Hotch got more comfortable, raising his hips, his legs opening automatically as he slowly took Spencer deeper in his mouth, down his throat. He choked on it a little, moaning deeply, before dragging his lips upwards. He did this a couple of times, working to get Spencer hard.
He began swaying his hips, his hole needy for attention, the genius’ cum leaking out of him anew. Hotch wasted no time inserting two fingers in himself, right as Spencer’s cock hit the back of his throat, forcing a satisfied moan out of himself.
He started scissoring himself, hitting his prostate with his fingers, reveling in how tender he still felt. His cock began leaking precum, the flow growing more steady the harsher he worked his prostate, his throat closing around the other’s cock, Hotch moaning deeply as he felt himself suffocating.
Spencer’s cock was growing harder, taking more space in his mouth, Hotch whimpering at the feeling.
He quickly removed him from his mouth, feeling himself getting closer. He started fingering himself with more force, his moans growing louder, quicker, his other hand covering his own tip, as cum came out in stripes, Hotch not letting go of his prostate, working to overstimulate himself.
Finally, panting, he removed his fingers, began jerking Spencer’s cock with his cum-covered hand, smearing it all over.
”Now you’re all lubed up, daddy” Hotch gleefully whispered.
He straddled the other, lining the tip of his cock with his hole, wasting no time sinking it deep in himself, moaning loudly at the size breaching his tight, oversensitive heat.
He let out a satisfied moan when the cock was fully in, slowly raising his hips, only to move down soon after, keeping a slow pace, teasing himself. Right then, Spencer began stirring, a low grunt, still half asleep.
Hotch moved back up, making himself tighter as he went back down, Spencer fully waking up with a loud moan.
When Spencer looked at him, sleep leaving his eyes, Hotch quickened his pace, slamming the genius’ cock inside of, avoiding his sweet spot.
”Good morning, daddy” Hotch moaned, as he happily rode the other’s cock.
”Holy shit, princess, you’re doing such a good job-“ Spencer moaned, his hands grabbing Hotch’s hips, the compliment making the older man whimper in satisfaction.
”Am I- Ah- P-Pleasing you, daddy? Ah-ahn-“ Hotch moaned, his face and chest flushing red, as he felt his cock fill up again, precum glistening on his tip.
”Yeah, baby girl- Shit- Such a good job-“ Spencer purred, moaning when the compliment made Hotch tighten for a split second.
Hotch kept the brutal pace he set for himself, bouncing off the other’s cock, Spencer’s grip tightening on his hips. Hotch’s mouth fell open, loud moans coming out of himself, turning into desperate whimpers the more he avoided his prostate.
”What is it, pretty girl?” Spencer grunted. “Are you jerking me off with your pussy?” he purred.
”Ah- Y-Yes, daddy- Ah-“ Hotch moaned, keeping his movements steady.
”Fuck- Your sweet spot needs some attention too-” Spencer pointed out, letting out a soft moan.
”No, I- Ngh- I need to please you-“ Hotch was cut off by Spencer moving his hips suddenly meeting him halfway, the older letting out an indecent moan.
The two kept this brutal pace, Hotch lost in the feeling of his hole getting breached roughly.
”Cum for me, doll” Spencer requested, his next movement hitting Hotch’s prostate, the man screaming in bliss as he came again, whimpering desperately as Spencer fucked him through it.
Spencer quickly moved them both, laying Hotch on his back, resting the man’s leg on his shoulders, fucking deeper into him, abusing his sensitive spot.
Hotch grabbed the pillow tightly, whimpering and crying as Spencer mercilessly pounded into him, feeling the other man’s movements growing erratic.
He felt Spencer come to a halt, bury himself deeper in Hotch’s heat, the warm cum filling him, Hotch moaning desperately, his thighs shaking anew, as he felt the other’s seed fill him more and more.
”What do you say?” Spencer hovered over his neck, releasing his legs.
”T-Thank you, daddy-“ Hotch whimpered, as Spencer sucked on the sensitive skin on his neck, caressing his hips.