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Spencer Reid had always prided himself in knowing that his mind had a greater control over his body than most people. Mind over matter , they said, and he knew he had a great mind, being in the middle of his second PhD at the age of 22 proof enough.
That didn't mean that he didn't have moments of… weakness to say the least. They had started to appear more frequently ever since he had moved in full time to a small flat outside of the main campus. Finally, after his 18th birthday, the university's administration had allowed him to live, if he wanted, either in a single room on the other side campus, since it was mid semester and everything else was taken, or he could just rent an apartment close to the labs.
After weighing his options, surprisingly, he managed to find a nice yet simple single bedroom studio just a short metro ride away from the main campus and way cheaper than what the university board wanted him to pay for on-campus living.
The problem began shortly after he turned 20, noticing how the people he'd worked with and studied with during his first PhD were now coupled and some had even invited him to their weddings, obviously much older than Spencer. He began craving something he'd previously never given too much though to: a relationship.
Although, he'd be just as happy with just sex .
Downloading grindr seemed like the next real step if he wanted to solve the issue. He had been taken out to bars numerous times by his colleagues and professors as soon as he'd turned 21 last year and it hadn't been as exciting as everyone had painted it to be. It was too loud, too dirty, the people who came up to him smelled weird and it was too damned dark . He was trying to find someone he was attracted to and he didn't have night vision, so the times he'd gone to clubs and bars he'd left alone .
So he'd downloaded a dating app. “Dating” app. A “one-night-stand app” seemed more fitting.
“I just need to create a profile, how hard can it be?” Spencer said to a pair of green eyes staring back at him. Around the same time he was moving into his new apartment, he'd found a nice old lady in front of one of the bookstores he usually went to on Sundays giving away a small litter of kittens. He'd wasted no time and quickly decided he wanted to adopt one of the silver haired fur balls.
“See, Ax? Basic information done, now I only need some pictures, my orientation and some tags and- oh .” He cut himself off quickly, a bright blush settling on top of his cheeks and to the tip of his ears.
The boxes full of men and cocks filled his phone screen, with green dots on the lower part of each box signaling which ones were online. He swallowed, turning the phone a bit away from Axon, as if his cat was gonna judge him for looking at shirtless men who were down to fuck right that second. His eyes widened as he scrolled down in some of the profiles, catching a glimpse of various headless naked torsos and a load of dick pics.
The only “revealing” photo he'd uploaded was one of him in a mirror in purple boxers and a white tank top with bed hair and his glasses. He felt tremendously over-clothed for the site. People loved to see more skin , apparently, and if he were to judge with his own dick, so did he.
Spencer groaned in frustration, falling back into bed with his phone up by his arms, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer need that out of the blue was coursing through his veins. He pressed a hand down against his very interested dick, a small sigh coming out of his mouth before he had even realized he'd made a sound.
This is what he was talking about. He was incredibly horny, all the time, most days. Spencer knew arousal, his PhD was on behavioral science and he had taken an elective before that in neuroscience, but in himself? That was a new thing.
“Okay so…I guess I'll give it a try, right Axon?” He asked the cat, the only answer an indifferent meow before he made his way to the foot of the bed and curled himself into a grey fluffy ball. Spencer sighed, squirming on top of the duvet, trying to kick off his sweatpants until he was half laying down in orange boxer briefs and his oversized Doctor Who t-shirt.
He decided to ditch first the profiles with no pictures.
Then, the ones that didn't have a bio, just their age and tags that, yes, they only wanted sex. This would've been better with some filter system like those they had at the archives, but, alas, he had to do some manual labour. He was disappointed to see that after some scrolling, the rest of the profiles were locked behind a paywall. Spencer bit his lip, still half hard, and put down his card, thinking that he was laying the equivalent price of his overpriced Starbucks favorite sandwich, and promising himself that if this didn't work out, he'd quickly remove it. After sorting through the new profiles and seeing that he now had access to some filter, he stumbled onto one that managed to catch his attention.
Hotch, 36.
2.7 miles away.
Spencer felt his cock give a small twitch at his picture. If he were to put a face to dark, and handsome it would be this Hotch guy. The first picture was him in what he guessed was his marathon outfit, bright grin, floppy hair that looked soft to the touch and dimples . The short sleeves of his tight shirt made it impossible for Spencer not to focus on- God , those biceps…
“Is it weird I want to bite them?” He said to his cat, earning another uninterested meow. He rolled his eyes, deciding that yes this was the guy he wanted to, at least, get to know. It was great that apparently they shared the same interests of museums and reading , though Hotch had hiking and cycling in his. Spencer felt himself blush even harder when he read the rest of his tags.
The sexual preferences tags.
Circumcised, Condoms, Hosting, Daddy and DTF .
Sure, they weren't the kinkiest of tags, Spencer had grimaced when earlier he'd read some that were into watersports, his germaphobe brain not thrilled by the idea of that . This though, was something he could see himself doing, plus he had always been curious about circumcision, probably because he was uncircumcised. The daddy tag left him a little unfazed, he had never thought of himself as a person with daddy issues, but… his cock seemed to think otherwise.
He wasted no more time and, using his last bit of courage, he clicked the chat bubble and wrote a short message before sending it.
Hi! How are you doing?
“I know it's awkward, Ax. What am I supposed to say? I want your cock shoved so far up my throat that I can't think of anything else but you? I don't think so”, he scoffed, Axon not paying attention to whatever his owner was saying, too busy trying to sleep.
He palmed himself again through his boxers, his eyes fluttering shut with pleasure for a second before noticing a small wet patch already at the front. He sighed, knowing that now he'd have to wash this pair by hand in the sink.
A ping brought him back down to earth, scrambling to unlock his phone. He frowned at the image in their chat.
It was a semi grainy picture with way too much exposure with a dick on closeup. It was so badly lit it made Spencer frown and tilt his head, trying to decipher what exactly he was seeing. A strong looking hand was gripping it at the base, long thick fingers wrapped around it, making Spencer wonder for a second how they would feel wrapped around himself. He cleared his throat, reading the message below the image.
Waiting for you, sweetheart.
Come over?
“Straight to the point, I see”, Spencer muttered, frowning. He liked this guy, or at least whatever vibe he was giving off. Sure, the nude was a little bit…bad, but who was he to judge? Plus, his cock looked thick, big, and, judging by the ornament on the table in the background of the picture, the dude was very well off.
Spencer bit his lip, his free fingers tapping against his bare thigh rhythmically. What the hell, I'm so horny I might explode and if I have to jerk off again alone I might end up crying in the shower. He decided to give this Hotch a go, trusting that his survival instincts were right and that his brain hadn't been overridden by his dick.
Your place?
Should I bring anything?
After sending the message he wanted to kick himself in the shin. Should I bring something? That sounded so lame, and probably no one ever said that when another person invited them to hook up. A wine bottle probably wasn’t suitable, not even because Spencer didn’t even like wine, but because when were they gonna have the time to drink it? When Hotch didn’t respond immediately to his text he began worrying, chewing on his nails and tapping a rhythm on his thigh again. His erection had flagged significantly, the dread of being perceived as a loser , a term he’d learned to associate with himself during highschool, overriding the lust he’d felt earlier.
He definitely thinks I’m too lame. He’s probably found someone hotter and sexier and more confident than me to pass the time and-
I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it
Just bring that cute body of urs and we’ll be fine ;)
Spencer felt giddy like a schoolgirl getting a note during class, except he got an address actually close to his apartment and a winky face . He was overtly excited over a winky face that he was sure wasn’t usual lingo for the almost 40-year-old. Was it mean to call someone who was 36 almost 40? He shook his head and wondered if he should send a picture too but, looking down to his definitely worn-out bright orange boxers where his limp dick laid inside, he decided it was better to…defer sending one.
Plus, he was probably gonna see Spencer in a few hours as naked as he could be, so why ruin a good surprise?
At least he hoped it was going to be a good surprise.
See you in an hour and a half! :D
He was actually smiling like a lunatic at his phone when he got a confirmation text and a better picture, this time of the plane of a defined abdomen. Dark hair led down on a path to a notable bulge, now covered in striped navy boxers. He wanted to either lay down on his chest and hug him, searching for comfort and warmth in strong arms, or get down on his knees and bury his face between the man’s thick muscular thighs.
Spencer didn’t wait for another text, if he did he was never gonna have enough time to get ready. He was gonna read the future message in the metro, either way. He threw his phone on the bed, not before making sure some classical music was on, it helped him relax and now he needed all the chill he could get. He sighed, bending down to scratch behind Ax’s ears, earning himself finally some purrs and head tilts.
“I’m gonna go shower, I'll be back soon. Don't rip the bed sheets please” , he begged his cat. Lately, he'd had to replace two bed comforters after finding holes the size of a basketball where his feet should be. He hoped he'd resolved the issue by getting his menace of a pet a scratching post.
***
After taking the most thorough shower he'd ever had to take, including there , the pile of clothes that was in his closet became the next big obstacle he had to decide. He knew this wasn't a date, so no button-downs and definitely no suit-related-anything. Spencer hummed, trying to decide if his cardigans indeed made him look like someone's grandma or worse, a divorce mom. At least those were the least offensive terms his colleagues and before some peers had said when describing his clothes.
But it's just that he didn't have anything else . He didn't go shopping thinking he needed clothes for random hookups with hot, older, richer men. Half his clothes were sweater vests, jumpers, shirts and ugly cardigans, and the other was nerdy, definitely childish, things. He groaned, running his hands through his wet hair, deciding to not over think it and just grab what he thought looked…nice.
He'd folded and ended up putting on a semi new purple shirt with thin down stripes, a dark sweater vest, his only pair of black jeans, and his Converse. Spencer grimaced when he looked in the mirror, noticing the dark circles under his eyes from the recent lack of sleep over his latest research paper, or the way his curls didn't want to stay in the place. He looked at his clock and, with a sigh, decided there was no more time to fix…everything.
“Wish me luck, Ax. I'll come back later…hopefully”, he joked, feeling a bit sad when he realized he was joking with a cat .
He shook his head one last time and grabbed his messages bag, pocketing his phone, keys and wallet, before making it outside.
OMW! I'll text you when I'm there
Spencer tapped his foot against the metro floor, looking out of the window as the city passed quickly. He was in the middle of being excited and terrified . It was probably because of the uncertainties. When a person doesn't know what's coming, or what they're getting into, their brains try to come up with possible scenarios to prepare the body if a scenario like that happened. Sure, it could be unlikely, but it could also be true. Better safe than sorry, right?
Before he knew it, he had stepped out and walked the few blocks between the station and Hotch’s house. It was in the nicer part of town, green, well kept lawns, white picket fences. Just as he was stepping forward onto the porch, he realized he hadn't sent a notice to the man that he was 10 minutes earlier.
He had started writing an apology text and telling the older man that he'd arrived a little earlier when the door opened behind him.
“This is a nice surprise”, a deep voice amusedly said behind him.
Spencer snapped around, ready to apologize again, turning to face the source of the voice. He was left with his mouth hanging open when he saw Hotch. Dark hair that looked softer than it did in the pictures falling a little over his eyes, recently showered by the faint shimmer of water still on it, equally dark eyes that seemed like they wanted to swallow Spencer whole, and God , those dimples.
“H-Hotch?” He squawked, clearing his throat, embarrassed and feeling the blush quickly creep up his neck and face. He clutched harder onto his bag, finding the rough, worn out feel of the leather grounding.
Hotch smiled at him, dimples getting even more defined. He opened the door wider, implicitly asking Spencer to come in, knowing the weather had been getting colder these past few days.
“Come in, wouldn't want you to catch anything”, Hotch said, his hand on top of Spencer's shoulder, feeling the heat radiate off and send a shiver down his spine. Inside, Spencer looked everywhere. He had been right, it was a nice house. Polished wood floors, leather couch with a thick blanket draped on the back, flat-screen TV and- Shit , he had a magnificent bookcase.
Spencer didn't notice he was staring when he heard a subtle cough beside him. “Oh! Um, I- I was going to text you! Before, I mean. That I was…Um.. That I was gonna arrive a bit earlier. I thought it would take me longer to get here but you live surprisingly close. Did you know that the average adult male walks at a speed of 3 miles per hour? But I took the metro so I didn't actually walk the 2.6 miles of distance between my apartment and your house because then I would've arrived soaked and dead but-” he cut himself off when he realized he'd been talking nonstop for well over a minute.
He felt his face heat up again.
“I'm rambling. I'm so so sorry, I just get nervous and then I can't stop”, he shut his mouth quickly, seeing a raised eyebrow on the older man's face.
Then he smiled again at him.
“You're cute, did I tell you that?” Hotch grinned, taking a step forward. Spencer gulped, looking directly into that dark abyss that were his eyes. It didn't help settle Spencer’s nerves when he noticed they were both the same height, although Hotch probably doubled him in size.
He couldn't help but imagine Hotch spooning him, covering his whole body with his.
“I'm Aaron, by the way. Hotch is from Hotchner, my last name”, he told him before taking a step back, showing Spencer that he could leave his shoes and bag by the door if he wanted to. He extended his hand to Spencer.
Spencer made a face, trying not to be weird. “I…Did you know that handshakes transfer approximately 124 million colony-forming units of E. coli? It's actually safer to just kiss”, he nervously explained, moving his hands.
Ho- Aaron looked at him carefully before smiling at him again, this time more like a smirk.
“And if I were to fuck you? How many bacteria units are we transferring to one another?” Aaron husked, his voice the only sound Spencer could hear in the silent house.
He gulped.
He felt himself getting hard at the idea of Aaron fucking him, remembering the image of his cock, thick enough to fill him up better than that dildo he'd bought impulsively when he turned 19 and had been using religiously ever since.
Spencer licked his lips and nodded. “Please”, he heard himself murmur, his face hot as fire.
Aaron chuckled, coming again up to him and placing strong hands on his arms, squeezing . He was going to whimper another plea before he was guided to sit on the plush sofa in the living room, no longer having his bag on him he resorted to playing with a loose thread on his sweater vest.
“I wanted to ask you some questions, Spencer. I want us both to be comfortable with this, I promise you can ask your own after I'm done”, he reassured the younger man, trying to leave a space between them but not moving away when Spencer almost instinctively shuffled closer to him so that their knees bumped together.
He blinked at Aaron, trying to decipher what the other man was going to ask.
“How old are you?”
Spencer frowned, taken by surprise that that was the first question. “I'm 22”, he said, failing to not sound offended by the question. “Here”, he handed him his ID. “So you can see I'm not lying”, he tried not to sound hurt.
Aaron took the card and was quick to reassure him. “I wasn't implying anything, Spencer, if that's why you're mad. It's something I just do with anyone I ever meet”.
How many people is that? Spencer wanted to ask but bit the inside of his cheek before, saving it for his own turn. Spencer nodded at him to continue, accepting the card back and stuffing it in his wallet.
Aaron sighed, trying to find that playful tone between them again, knowing the next question was a tad bit uncomfortable for some.“Have you ever had any STD? Are you on any profilaxis, PrEP, or do you stay safe with just condoms?”
Spencer blushed bright pink, his eyes wide. He toyed with the hem of his cardigan, trying to avoid looking at Aaron. “N-no. Never. And um I'm-” he cut himself off before he could say it. “Yeah no, I'm fine with just condoms”.
He could feel Aaron's stare on him before he raised his head to meet his eyes. “What were you going to say?” He pressed Spencer, turning his upper body to face the younger man. “Are you a virgin? Have you done this before?”
Spencer wanted to bury himself alive into the deep crevices of Aaron's expensive couch. In regards to sex or any type of sexual encounter, he knew telling the truth was crucial. But that didn't mean it was any less embarrassing to admit to the man that, yes, he was in fact a virgin.
He jumped slightly when he felt a heavy hand over his knee. “I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, and if this isn’t what you signed up for, believe me I get it, you’re free to leave. I won’t hold you hostage and hope you do things-”
“I am a virgin, but that doesn’t mean that I’m celibate , Aaron”, Spencer interrupted the older man, not wanting him to continue without hearing him first. He took a deep breath, watching Aaron’s brow twitch in slight confusion. “I haven’t been with anyone , ever. I have a d-dildo and I’ve used it several times so I’m comfortable with anal stuff. Don’t worry, I washed before coming. So, yes, I want to do the things we talked about in the app”, he breathed out, like when he rambled about the latest update of his favorite scientific journal to his cat, except now it was Aaron and it was about his sexual experience.
Now it was Aaron’s turn to be left speechless, finally some color adorning his cheeks.
The hand on his knee splayed further, covering it entirely, before going up and squeezing his thigh. His breath hitched as his thumb rubbed the inside of his thigh over the rough corduroy.
“Okay, as long as you're sure”, Aaron said with a chuckle before his face changed and something like hunger replaced the warmth of his eyes. “We'll fuck, then. Get on your knees”, he husked, making Spencer tremble with anticipation.
Spencer was quick to obey, scrambling down the sofa and telling himself in between Aaron's open legs, scooting forward until he met the couch’s edge. He wet his lips, noticing the sharp intake of air from the older man at his action. A rough, calloused hand settled itself on his cheek, gentle strokes over his cheekbone that made him Imagine those long, thick fingers opening him up later.
Or opening past his lips and making him gag on them as Aaron was starting to do now.
“There you go, so pretty , sweetheart”, Aaron crooned, his middle and index finger deep in his throat, holding on the urge to go deeper until Spencer gagged slightly, his throat convulsing around the digits. He felt how spit drooled down the sides of his lips, falling down to the floor where his hands were resting, and Aaron’s thumb drawing gentle shapes outside over his cheek.
His eyes fluttered shut, moaning around Aaron’s fingers, trying to show him how he would suck his cock if he'd let him. The tip of his tongue traced the sides whilst he hollowed his cheeks, bobbing his head like he’d seen in porn. He was rewarded by a deep chuckle and a hand over his head, burrowing itself in his hair and musing up the curls he’d tried to tame earlier. He let out a high whine when he felt a harsh tug to his hair.
Aaron slipped his wet digits out of his mouth, rubbing them all over his lips, coating them even more with spit. “You want the real thing, baby? Yeah?” The older man rasped before popping off his jeans’ button, pushing them down his legs until they pooled by his feet, leaving him in navy boxers in front of Spencer’s face. Spencer gulped, licking his lips at the bulge in front of him.
He didn’t wait for any order or instruction from Aaron before he pressed his face against his crotch, nosing the soft cotton and feeling warmth and hardness under his skin, the musky scent sending a fire to his own groin. He smiled to himself when he felt Aaron tense up and give a long sigh, the hands coming back again to his hair, holding him down in place. He began mouthing at the outline, moaning at the rich, salty taste of the small wet patch at the top.
God, I want him to fuck my face so bad .
“Take me out,” Aaron ordered, not taking his hand out of his hair, scratching lightly. Spencer nodded, too tranced to really do anything but . With careful hands, he lowered the waistband of his boxers, almost drooling as he watched his cock bob out, proudly standing up against his dark grey shirt. Spencer moaned, his fingers itching to wrap themselves around him. He looked up at Aaron, shifting on his knees as the older man spread his further to accommodate him. Spencer hadn’t seen another dick other than his in real life, porn didn’t count, but he was loving looking at Aaron’s: Thick enough to definitely stretch him good , leaving him sore for days, circumcised as his profile had stated, with a dark pink head that already had a shiny bead of precum, and good 6.5 inches with a neat bush of dark hair on the base that he craved to bury his head in as the other drove into his mouth.
Aaron’s hands lowered themselves to stroke his cheek, feeling the heavy weight of Spencer’s head as he leaned into the touch, like a touch-starved puppy and his first pets. Aaron chuckled, moving his other hand to stroke himself slowly. Spencer was mesmerized , his eyes not straying away from the continuous movement of his hand, up and down , with a soft shlick sound that got even louder and filthier when Aaron spit on his own hand before resuming his movement.
Spencer whimpered, shuffling closer. “What? You want a taste, puppy?” Aaron teased, dragging the tip of his cock over Spencer’s opened lips, decorating them and the corner of his mouth with sticky, salty, precum. Spencer nodded eagerly, sticking his tongue out, longing for the heavy weight on his tongue. The living room was filled with an earthy moan as Aaron finally pushed his cock past Spencer’s lips. He tried to breathe through his nose slowly as it nudged the back of his throat, making him gag for a second before he got it under control as best as he could.
“ Good boy , taking Daddy’s cock so well”, Aaron groaned appreciatively, throwing his head back against the back of the couch. Spencer couldn’t help but choke slightly on his dick, the title and praise sending a direct fire to his groin. He shuffled on his knees, knowing he’d come embarrassingly fast if he continued rubbing the front of his pants with the edge of Aaron’s leg. He ran his hands over his thighs, moaning around the cock in his mouth as he felt hard taut muscle beneath his fingers, soft black hairs decorating the white skin.
Spencer hollowed his cheeks, trying to move his tongue over the sides of the older man’s cock, struggling with the size of it. He traced the outlines of the vein that ran on one side, before sloppily coming off his dick to catch his breath. His hand replaced as best what he was doing, thumb making soft circles over the head, each time he ran over his slit being rewarded by a throaty moan and thrust upwards of Aaron’s hips.
Aaron stopped him, his hand covering his over his cock. Spencer looked up, confused. The older man chuckled, something rich, before pulling him up from the floor onto his lap, Spencer’s knees bracketing the other’s thighs. He was panting, looking into the dark pools of his eyes, his thoughts going one mile an hour. He felt his cheeks flush a dark shade of red when he looked down where their bodies met and saw Aaron’s rock hard cock staining his shirt. Spencer’s own was straining almost painfully against the front of his corduroys and he wanted nothing else than to rut like an untrained pup against his leg.
What’s going on? Was that not good? Fuck, I should’ve used less teeth! But the articles said that a little roughness was going to feel good, so maybe it’s not that. So maybe it’s-
Spencer’s inner ramblings stopped when he felt lips pressing against him, a warm tongue asking for permission to enter his mouth. Spencer whined, pressing himself against the other man’s hard body, burying his hands on the short hairs on the back of his neck as he opened his mouth. Aaron licked into his mouth, both moaning at the feeling. The kiss turned harsher quickly, sloppy tongues against eachother’s, teeth nipping bottom lips, until Aaron broke apart, a string of spit connecting them both before it broke as he dove into Spencer’s necks, leaving a trail of wet kisses from the back of his ear to his clavicle.
“ Daddy” , Spencer breathed, rocking his hips against the other man’s, wanting more , not even aware of what he’d said. His moan turned to a high pitched yelp when he felt sharp teeth on his skin, sure as ever that he was going to leave here with hickeys that were sure to show tomorrow when he headed down to the lab. He needed Aaron to fuck him, hell, he wanted to be bred .
Aaron’s hands didn’t even fumble as they began unbuttoning Spencer’s shirt, pushing it off his lithe body, revealing an expanse of milky white skin that was screaming mark me . He growled when all was revealed, not wasting a second before biting down on his jugular, down to his clavicles, nipping and sucking kisses until he reached his nipples. Spencer gasped, his fingers tugging at Aaron’s hair as he caught one of the buds between his teeth.
“ Aaron! ” Spencer moaned, squirming in his lap.
Aaron let go, soothing it with gentle laps of his tongue. His nails raked down Spencer’s ribs, marvelled by the lithe body on top of him, ready and willing to be devoured and debauched by him. He pushed Spencer off from his lap, eyes raking down the younger man's lithe body, covered in red marks sure to turn purple.
“Let's go to my bedroom, there's more room to spread you open”, Aaron panted, standing up and leaving his boxers and pants on the floor. Spencer licked his lips and followed suit, trailing behind the older man like an eager puppy.
His bedroom fit Aaron perfectly.
Dark blue decorated mostly everything, a plush navy comforter covered the bed, and the dark wood of the bed frame made Spencer wonder what it would be like to be tied up to it, unable to do anything but take whatever Aaron wanted to give him. He imagined Aaron leaving him handcuffed until he came back fron whatever work the older man did, to find Spencer ready for him, plugged up, hole wet with lube, ready to slide in and fuck him.
Aaron bent down slightly to give his neck another hickey, cutting off Spencer's vivid imagination, before he pushed Spencer down onto the bed, the sheets cool against the hot skin of his back. He opened up his legs without even being given an order.
God , he was so exposed. His cock stood proudly against his stomach, twitching slightly at the sight of Aaron. He had shucked off his shirt and stood in front of him equally naked. Dark hair covered his pecs and travelled down his abdomen until it met the delicately trimmed bush above his hard cock. Spencer whined when he felt Aaron coming closer, almost covering his chest with his own, gasping when his dick ground against Aaron's.
“Daddy, please, please”, Spencer begged, his nails raking down Aaron’s back, being sure to leave angry red stripes that would sting when the older man took a shower next time. He spread his legs further, trying to get Aaron to just fuck him into the mattress. What is he waiting for, God. I’m so close already after only some foreplay, I can’t take more teasing .
He yelped when he felt Aaron’s hand spreading his cheeks, feeling too conscious all of a sudden. His whole face went red, the blush reaching the tip of his ears and covering his entire neck and chest.
“Gotta give my good boy a reward for how good he’s been”, Aaron husked, his thumbs digging deliciously painful into his thighs, pulling him apart. “ Fuck , you're so beautiful. Have you showered?” He asked nonchalantly, his fingers barely brushing the ring of muscle.
Spencer couldn't think why Aaron was asking that in a moment like this. Was he asking if I had prepped? “Yeah”, Spencer croaked, finding it futile to attempt to close his legs, the strong wide body of Aaron making it impossible. Fuck, he could throw me around so easly. He felt Aaron tightening his grip on his ass, possessively almost, thumbs trying to keep him spread open whilst they also tried to pressure his perineum, making him sigh.
Spencer yelped and would've jumped off the bed if it hadn't been for the hands holding him down when he felt Aaron's hot tongue giving a long lap right over his asshole.
“ FUCK!” Spencer moaned, taken by surprise. He felt his breathing picking up with every stroke of Aaron's tongue until he was left panting not even a minute in. “Fuck, oh fuck , that feels so- fuck” , he babbled, throwing his head back when he felt Aaron pushing in with his tongue, fucking trying to open him up.
The chuckle from the older man rumbled through Spencer too. “You taste so good, sweetheart”, he gruffed, licking over the base of his balls, making Spencer whimper and try to open his legs even further. “Making such little noises for Daddy, aren't you? Wants to be fucked so bad.”
Spencer could only moan in response, throaty little gasps coming out from his mouth. He could feel the slight rasp of Aaron's less-than-a-day stubble over the tender flesh of his buttcheeks, probably leaving them pink and sensitive.
“ Daddy… ” He whined, trying to push his hips down and get more of Aaron's skilled tongue, only to be denied and only met with a last stroke from his hole all towards the tip of his cock, suckling for a second on the head, tonguing his slit and making him shiver.
Spencer wanted to die , or maybe just cum.
As fast as the feeling came, it soon disappeared as Aaron stood up and stared at him, disheveled on the bed, cock angry red, the head almost purple, and leaving a sticky trail of precum over his light happy trail.
He watched mesmerized as Aaron ripped open a foil and began putting a condom on his cock. He could lie and said he wasn't a bit disappointed, but he had been fantasizing about feeling the older man cum inside of him, leaving him full, making him go back to his apartment with an ass full of his seed dripping onto his underwear.
“Turn around sweetheart”, Aaron crooned, “Let me see more of that pretty ass of yours, there you go”. Spencer moaned at the praise before obeying, missing being able to see Aaron. He was so hot , Spencer didn't think he could ever want someone else to fuck him so bad as he wanted Aaron.
And I've only known him for less than 3 hours.
Spencer tried to move his ass to touch Aaron again and, when he was met with no warm body but instead cold air, he craned his neck to see, finding that the older man had taken a step back and was watching him almost with a funny glee in his eyes. What was new was the bottle of lube on his right hand.
“ Hngh ! Cold”, he croaked as he felt lube being dripped over his hole and his balls, making him shiver. He ground his hips down against the bed, the friction on his cock making him bite back another whimper.
Aaron chuckled, grabbing a handful of his ass and giving him a quick two slaps. Spencer moaned, arching his back even more.
“Open yourself up for Daddy, darling”, Aaron almost but growled, his nails raking down Spencer's back before pulling his cheeks apart once more. “Play with your hole like I know you do at home, puppy”.
That was enough for Spencer to comply.
Eagerly .
His long arms went around and blindly fumbled until they reached their goal. He was panting before he even got a single finger inside, Aaron's praise and words just covering every single one of his thoughts like thick glaze honey, making everything sticky and fuzzy in his mind.
“C'mon pup, open up for Daddy”, Aaron husked, watching enthralled as Spencer got a finger inside, the indecent sounds he, and his movements, was making enough to make him grab himself by the base to stop from cumming too fast.
Spencer moaned, squirming on the bed until he ended with his chest flat against the mattress, hips raised and index finger deep in his ass. He had done this before, many times, alone . Having someone watching him made him feel hot all over, he was sure he was redder than a tomato. He added another finger, panting at the stretch but scissoring them with ease. Decididing tk be tease he took them out for a moment and tapped his hole enticing, grinning when he felt Aaron's hot to tongue again over where his fingers had been a second ago.
“ Yes, Daddy, oh fuck Aaron that feels so good”, Spencer whined and whimpered as Aaron ate him out before leaving him empty again.
“Such a fuckung tease, aren't you? Little minx , is that how you do it at home? Thinking about how your fingers aren't enough? You need something bigger, right baby? This hole wants some cock”, Aaron growled, rubbing the head of his dick over Spencer's hole.
Spencer whined, high pitched. He wanted that so fucking bad. Aaron was right, he wanted Daddy to fill him up and pound him into the mattress until he couldn't think about anything else except the cock in his ass.
“Please”, he begged, raising his hips. Strong hands gripped his waist and, with ease, flipped him over onto his back.
The sight of Aaron, wrecked with equal need as Spencer himself, panting, dark strands of hair falling Over his eyes, made the younger man smile for a brief second. He looked so entranced , like he was looking at something beautiful. Lust had been overshadowed for a brief moment for something more akin to…To something Spencer couldn't think about right this second as Aaron dove down to capture his open mouth in a kiss.
Calloused hands came to cradle his jaw as a tongue pushed itself forward, nudging Spencer's own in a playful dance. Spencer could only garble a moan in response to the kiss, fumbling to bury his fingers in Aaron's short dark hair, tugging at the roots and earning himself throaty growls that sent fire to his groin.
He wrapped his legs around Aaron's waist, pulling him closer to his body, gasping against his mouth as he felt the older man's cock press against his hole.
Aaron chuckled as he broke away from the kiss, a little out of breath as was Spencer. He watched mesmerized as Aaron grabbed his dick and held it close to his hole, small rocking motions to and from, managing to barely tease the tip inside before he pulled back completely
“ Fuck , you're so fucking wet for me, sweetheart”, Aaron cursed, slapping his cock against his inner thigh. “All loose and ready for Daddy's cock, aren't you puppy?”
Spencer panted, trying to get his thoughts in order to form a coherent sentence that wasn't garbled moans and whimpers. “Please, Daddy , just fuck me, please ”, he begged, throwing his head back and trying to bring Aaron closet against him with his legs.
The feeling of Aaron's cock slipping slowly into him sent an electric shiver down Spencer's body that made him curl his toes.
“There you go , fuck , doesn't that feel good?” Aaron grunted, fingers digging into Spencer's hips as he pushed forward until his balls sat snuggly against Spencer's buttcheeks. The mix between pleasure and pain was blurring for the young genius, his little gasps of surprise and pain mixing with high pitched whimpers every time Aaron pressed just a little bit forward and nudged what he guessed was his prostate.
He is huge, fuck, he's literally splitting me in two .
Spencer tried to grab his own dick to try and get his mind off of the nagging discomfort of having a real cock shoved so far up his ass he swore if he pressed a hand down over his stomach he'd be able to feel the bulge. Aaron must've noticed, grabbing Spencer's now slightly less hard cock in his own calloused hands.
“Hey, is this better? Tell me if it hurts”, Aaron reassured Spencer, changing the angle of his still shallow thrusts and adding more lube, whilst his other hand gave slow strokes to Spencer’s cock. The younger man whimpered and threw his head back, digging his hands on the bed, as Aaron's thumb circled the head of his dick, playing with the slit and the small amount of precum that had gathered there.
The discomfort was soon shucked off to the back of his mind, the extra libe definitely helping as did the hottest handjob he was getting from Aaron Hotchner.
He was so turned on by everything this man did. Sex was incredible .
“I- I'm good, please, you- you can go faster”, Spencer gasped, licking his lips as he tried to get Aaron to pound him into the mattress as he'd promised.
The older man ducked down once more and left a fleeting peck on the corner of his lips, before snapping his hips much faster and deeper than before, ripping an embarrassing moan from Spencer.
“You want it harder?” Aaron asked, panting against Spencer's ear, nipping at the skin close to him on his neck. “My boy wants daddy to fuck him hard and fast?”
Spencer could not answer that with anything other than short, quick moans. He choked out a “yes” before Aaron slowed his thrusts considerably, making him whine petulant and try and get his ass to ride his cock on his own without success.
“Ask nicely”, Aaron drawled, his hand coming up and pinching one of the other man's pink nipples until he was thrashing on the bed under him.
Spencer is close to crying but he manages to get his voice to work again. “Please, please, daddy fuck me harder”, he whimpered, hot tears gathering in the corners of his eyes and Aaron raked his nails over his chest.
The devilish grin Aaron flashed at him would've been enough to make Spencer cum in other circumstances. He choked for a second on his own spit as Aaron finally, finally , gave him what he’d asked for.
Hard, fast, rough sex.
“Yes! Oh yes , Aar- Daddy , yes please it feels so good ” Spencer moaned, incoherently. He dug his heels harder against Aaron's back, rolling his eyes as that forced Aaron's cock impossibly deeper.
Aaron groaned, looking down at where their bodies met, the shine of the lube reflecting with the light of the room. “You take my cock so well , sweetheart. Jesus , you feel so good”.
Spencer whined at the praise, feeling his face get impossible redder. Aaron barked out a chuckle, his hand trailing over his chest before grabbing his jaw tenderly.
“ Yeah , you like that, don't you, sweetheart?” Aaron asked, his cock driving deep and fast into Spencer, making him delirious with need. He began stroking Spencer at the same pace as his thrusts, leaving him gasping for air.
“You like me calling you pretty things? Telling you how well you're taking my cock up your sweet ass?” Aaron husked, watching enthralled as Spencer's cock gave a small twitch in his hand.
Spencer whined, trying in vain to raise his hips. “ Fuck , you're gonna make me cum”, he moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he fell the edge of the abyss.
Aaron growled as he watched Spencer's body shake, gasping For air, and as thick ropes of whitish cum shot out and landed partly on his hand and on Spencer's own abdomen.
“I'm close, shit ”, Aaron husked as he postponed his hips further, the spasms from Spencer's muscles enough to make him reach the peak too, burying himself to the hilt in the warmth of Spencer's body. Even with the condom between them, Spencer couldn't help but whine at the feeling of Aaron cumming inside of him, his spent dick twitching pathetically between their bodies.
Aaron carefully slipped out of Spencer and tied the condom before throwing it away in the bathroom. Spencer was trying to catch his breath, stars still dancing on the edge of his vision and his heart thrusting against his veins louder than ever, when he yelped as he felt a warm cloth over his abdomen, cleaning him and his spent dick carefully.
He stopped short of his hole, making Spencer raise his chest from the bed, resting on his elbows, and looking at him confused from the bed.
“I would rather ask if you were comfortable with me wiping the lube off your hole”, Aaron said, looking sheepish and making Spencer chuckle at his awkwardness.
“Aaron you literally ate me out, fucked me and gave me the best orgasm I've ever had, I don't have any issues with you and my hole”, he joked, wincing slightly as Aaron ran the cloth over his tender flesh.
Spencer could've gotten hard again to the picture of Aaron wiping his own dick from the leftover lube. But great sex equated to being tired as fuck . He always felt sleepy after masturbating, so it wasn't a surprise when the soft quilted bed began calling his name.
Except he couldn’t just fall asleep , this wasn't his house, his bed , this was a hookup . People didn't stay over like it was a pajama party. They fucked, said thank you and got over with their lives.
Right?
Aaron standing in front of him, looking at him like he wanted to eat him up again wasn't making the decision any easier.
Spencer cleared his throat, breaking eye contact from those eyes that wanted to pull him in, and tried to stand up and look for his clothes. Clothes that he'd left in the living room where he'd stripped down.
“Uh…Well it was- it was great meeting you but I guess I'll uh- I'll be going now”, Spencer awkwardly said, making his way out of Aaron's bedroom and finding his boxers hanging over a sofa chair’s edge. He quickly began pulling them on, trying to escape as fast as he could to avoid embarrassing himself any further.
“Wait, Spencer- hey, Spencer” . Aaron stopped him, grabbing his shoulder softly as he tried to get a pant leg in.
They both stood awkwardly staring at each other in the middle of the living room. Spencer half dressed and Aaron still completely naked.
“It’s- it's pretty late. And I-” Aaron tried to say but broke down chuckling in the middle of his sentence, making Spencer frown. “Wait, I'm so sorry and you're free to go an-and block me from everything if you think this is wildly inappropriate but”, he watched as Aaron breathed deeply. “Stay over? I just- You seem like a wonderful person, not to say you're not incredibly attractive, and I…I guess I wanted to ask you out”, Aaron rambled, almost the same as Spencer had done when Aaron had first opened his door.
Spencer flushed bright pink, feeling his breath hitch as Aaron's question. He shifted in his place, the cold hardwood floor not being able to even slightly cool him off. “I…I-” he stuttered, brushing hair away from his eyes.
Aaron bit his lip and Spencer knew he had to at least say something so the man in front of him didn't explode from cringe. He took a deep breath and hoped his voice wasn't shaking.
“I thought it was bad etiquette to sleep over after the first date”, he tried.
Aaron barked out a laugh, hearty and shaky with nerves. “I think we already got over that issue when I had you in my bedroom calling me daddy”, he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.
Spencer blinked at him, giving him a soft, shy smile. “You really want to ask me out? After one hookup?”
He nodded, serious but still looking awkwardly adorable. “Yeah, if you'll have me. I know I'm like… ancient compared to you but, as I said, you sound like someone I would really like to get to know”.
Shaking his head, Spencer chuckled. “I have to feed my cat —Really! This isn't a lie— but”, he pressed a finger against Aaron's naked Chest. “I am free tomorrow after midday, come to Georgetown, I'm at the labs”.
Aaron raised his eyebrows, dimpled smile making Spencer melt a little bit inside. “PreMed?” He asked.
“Second PhD, actually”, he grinned, chuckling at Aaron's surprised reaction.
“Of course, then I guess I'll see you tomorrow, Doctor Spencer Reid”, Aaron husked, pulling Spencer close one last time, their lips mere inches apart.
Spencer closed the small gap between them, melting in the older man's arms, feeling warm and fuzzy inside against the strong body.
He broke away, Aaron's eyelashes fluttering like butterflies as almost hazel eyes locked on his. “ Tomorrow ”, Spencer promised, finishing fishing his shirt and buttoning up before making his way out of the house.
He couldn't help but give Ax his favorite salmon treat that night. It was a special occasion, afterall. “I have a date, isn't that insane?” Spencer chuckled looking up into his bedroom ceiling, glow in the dark stickers of constellations he'd put up gleaming back at him. Ax just meowed back at him.
“I told you I always have the best ideas”.
He couldn't wait for tomorrow.