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Reid crushed his lips to Hotch’s while they were still in the hallway outside Reid’s flat. Hotch’s back had hit the locked front door because, apparently, Reid just couldn’t wait. As it turned out, Reid was a particularly confident lover; bold in a way Hotch had never been. Reid didn’t think he could be blamed, though; with a partner as sexy as Hotch, who on earth would have been able to stay reserved? Hotch apparently didn’t understand that while Reid was a bold lover, Hotch was the one who brought out a fire in him like no-one had before.
After some blind fumbling with keys, Reid managed to open the door with a bang. Hotch, who had been pushed against it quite forcefully, only just avoided falling to the floor as it swung open behind him. Reid followed him in and kicked the door shut, all while doing his best to keep their lips attached.
Continuing their enthusiastic kissing, Reid expertly manoeuvred them around his living room. Hotch almost fell a few times, the backs of his heels scuffing the floor, but Reid kept him steady until his calves hit the sofa. Now at their destination, Hotch found himself being forcefully pushed back and landed roughly on the sofa behind him. Reid took no time in following him down, hopping up to straddle him, and they got right back to sucking face.
Hotch felt like a teenager, except without the worry that someone might walk in on their couch based make-out session. It didn’t matter that Reid wasn’t quite that young, Hotch couldn’t ever remember being this energetic even in his own twenties. That was the power of having a younger lover, he supposed; or maybe Reid was just special regardless of their age difference, unearthing a, until now, hidden passion in him.
Hotch was hard, so was Reid; that had been true since before they’d even made it through the door. Reid ground down, bringing attention to their clothed erections, and was rewarded with Hotch roughly grabbing his behind and gyrating his hips up to meet Reid’s. After almost a solid minute of dry-humping and making out, Hotch had to break away in order to catch his breath, so Reid dropped his head down to kiss at Hotch’s throat.
Reid deftly unbuttoned Hotch’s shirt; he would be mindful of what would show at work, but everything else was game for a series of love bites. He attacked skin that was usually hidden under collar and tie, with the knowledge they’d be a deep purple soon enough. He’d always enjoyed marking his territory, getting a sick kick out of the knowledge that all the Soccer-Moms at Jack’s practices would know Hotch was taken.
Hotch’s time with Reid was always a confidence boost, the younger man so obviously attracted to him. Seeing Reid practically feral for him, made him weak in the knees. He dragged Reid’s face back up to kiss him, as they continued to dry hump. Hotch’s erection was becoming uncomfortable in his jeans, so he thought it might be about time to start winding things down. It’s not that he didn’t want to have sex with Reid, but past experiences made him cautious. Reid felt Hotch start to withdraw and leant back with a sigh.
“Okay, enough of this,” Reid said impatiently. “Whip it out.”
“Spencer!” Hotch exclaimed, shocked by Reid’s words. Of course, he knew that Reid wouldn’t wait forever, but he hadn’t expected him to be so forward.
Reid leant back further so he could sit upright, still perched on Hotch’s knees. He just looked at Hotch for a second and raised a sceptical eyebrow.
“Come on, Aaron,” Reid cajoled. “I know you want to take things further. What’s going on?”
Hotch sighed, knowing the time had come. He owed Reid an explanation, he’d just hoped he’d be able to enjoy this phase of their relationship a bit longer before he had to reveal what was behind the curtain. He didn’t think Reid would necessarily react negatively; he didn’t seem like the kind of man to feel emasculated by a large penis, but he’d thought that before about others.
“It’s just… large,” Hotch admitted timidly.
“I can feel that,” Reid remarked wryly. “What’s the issue?”
“It’s very large,” Hotch elaborated dryly.
“Okay, now I really have to see it. Can you take it out of your pants here, or will your monster cock spring up and catapult me into the ceiling? Because I don’t think Mrs Ebbins would appreciate that.”
“Really, Spencer, be serious.”
“What?! You’re talking about it as if it’s a weapon!”
For all the reactions he’d got in the past, you’d think he really had been waving his gun about. Granted, he hadn’t dated much after Haley, but for multiple partners to have taken issue with the size of his penis was disheartening. Only Haley hadn’t reacted poorly to it, and he had to wonder if that was only due to their mutual inexperience when she’d first seen it at the tender age of seventeen. He wanted to give Spencer the benefit of the doubt, but he was wary.
“Aaron,” Reid said softly, breaking Hotch out of his brooding. “We don’t need to go any further if you’re not ready. I like making out just fine, if you still want to.”
“It’s not that,” Hotch protested. “I really want to move forward with you. Believe me, I do. It’s just…” he trailed off, having lost the confidence to explain.
“It’s just…?”
“It’s just…” Hotch took a steadying breath, “It’s just people have reacted poorly to its size before.”
Reid looked at Hotch, dumbfounded by what he’d just heard. He’d thought that Hotch just had reservations; about Reid’s age, maybe his sex, the fact they worked together, not body issues. Reid felt furious, white-hot anger aimed at Hotch’s past lovers.
Hotch regretted saying anything, once he saw the devastated expression on Reid’s face; he shouldn’t be burdening the other man with his issues. Shame filled his gut and his dick started to soften. Hotch looked away, not wanting to see the emotion on Reid’s face. Reid slid from his lap, surely rethinking getting involved with him. Hotch still refused to look at Reid, until a hand on his chin forced his head to face him.
“Aaron, I’m sorry you’ve had bad responses in the past,” Reid said, gently stroking a thumb over Hotch’s cheek. “I’m sorry you’ve had lovers who didn’t appreciate you. We really don’t need to go any further, but I promise I won’t react badly.”
“I know. I’m sorry. It’s just, I don’t want to scare you off.” Hotch replied, still shamefaced and unwilling to meet Reid’s eye.
“Wow, is it really that big?” Reid asked, laughing a little, though his grin dropped again when Hotch didn’t smile. “Don’t apologise, I understand it’s a sensitive topic, but you don’t need to worry, it’s not possible to scare me off.”
“You haven’t seen it yet.”
“As I’ve already said, we don’t need to take things any further, and if we do, it doesn’t need to be penetration if that’s what you’re worried about.” Spencer paused, looking sheepish for the first time. “But believe me, you couldn’t scare me off with your monster cock if you tried. I’m what you might call a -*ahem*-, a ‘Size Queen’”.
Hotch had, of course, heard the term before; it sounded as if his unusually large member would be specifically a point of desire for the first time in his life. Reid hadn’t seen his cock yet though, for all he’d said a “monster cock” wouldn’t scare him, he hadn’t seen it. However, Reid deserved the option to decide for himself. And, more than that, he didn’t want to allow past lovers to dictate the limits of his relationship.
Reid could see it in Hotch’s face when he made the decision to take things further. He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled widely, holding out his hand for Hotch to take. Reid stood from the sofa, taking Hotch with him, and silently led them to his bedroom. When they got there, Reid gently pushed him to the bed and settled in next to him.
Hotch was nervous. He trusted Reid, believed him when he said he preferred dicks on the larger side, but still the nerves remained. He was getting hard again though, despite his nerves, his body obviously remembered the pleasure this room would bring. The few times he had been into Reid’s bedroom had all resulted in exemplary groping or dry humping, including one memorable night where the both of them had cum in their trousers.
“We don’t need to do anything you don’t want to.” Reid reiterated, rubbing Hotch’s thigh.
“Thank you, Spencer. How about we see how things go.?” Hotch said, leaning in for a gentle kiss.
“Excellent,” Reid replied, quietly murmuring against his lips.
Reid pushed at Hotch’s chest until he was flat on his back, and then climbed on top of him. He could feel that Hotch was hard again and his own cock, that had also softened when the tone had dipped, quickly hardened again. Reid ground down against Hotch, both of them moaning at the contact.
Reid bent down to kiss Hotch while also continuing to teasingly undress him, moving between kissing his lips and whatever skin had been unveiled, until the entirety of Hotch’s torso was bared to him. Reid began to unbutton his own shirt, but Hotch pushed his hands away, taking over instead.
“Beautiful,” Hotch whispered, helping Reid shrug out of his shirt.
Hotch had seen Reid’s naked torso a few times, and each time he had looked at him like he was a work of art. For all that Reid was a confident lover, he was still aware that his wiry frame was not the pinnacle of masculine beauty. He didn’t need to be told that he was attractive, but Hotch’s sincere compliments were still flattering.
Reid didn’t reply, letting his body do the talking. He dragged an appreciative eye, followed by a hand, down Hotch’s chest and stomach. Reid shimmied down Hotch’s body, kissing as he went; all the way down past Hotch’s stomach, finally stopping to pepper light kisses across the skin above his waistband. Hotch gasped as Reid sucked a love bite into the sensitive skin at his hips, looking coyly up at Hotch while fingering the button without opening it.
Hotch nodded, answering the unspoken question. Reid popped Hotch’s fly button and unzipped him, slowly, savouring the moment. Hotch’s breath shuddered in anticipation. Reid tugged at Hotch’s trousers, dragging them down over his hips and pulling them off of his body, until he was lying there in only his socks and boxers. Once Hotch’s trousers were out of the way, Reid could see just how big he really was; the bulge straining within the confines of Hotch’s underpants. Instead of wasting time, staring at the mouth-watering sight, Reid returned to connecting his mouth with Hotch’s body.
Hotch watched as Reid put his lips to a section of skin usually hidden under his belt. Reid lightly pulled down his boxers just enough to place a kiss above his pubic hairline, and his cock pulsed where it was trapped in his underwear; he throbbed again as he felt Reid’s hot breath ghost over his clothed dick, before moving on. Reid took his time, running his hands over Hotch’s body while also worshipping newly exposed skin. He had paid close attention to the insides of Hotch’s thighs, sucking another love bite into his flesh. On his return back up Hotch’s body, he briefly mouthed, lightly, at the mound in Hotch’s shorts; Hotch moaned loudly at the contact. Not willing to let the teasing continue, Hotch dragged Reid back up to kiss him, eagerly moving their lips and tongues together again.
“You-, ah-, you should get undressed too,” Hotch panted between kisses.
Reid sat up, eyeing Hotch lustily while toying with the button on his trousers. “Are you offering to help?”
Hotch thought about it, to undress Reid would be nice, but to watch Reid undress for him would be spectacular. He looked up at Reid and attempted to match his coy energy, “how about you give me a show?”
Reid looked at Hotch for a second, processing the words. A show, he could do that. He didn’t think he had the coordination for a good strip tease, more likely to fall over getting out of his trousers than not, but he could still give it a go; anything for Hotch. Getting high up onto his knees, still straddling Hotch, he rolled his shoulders back and puffed up his chest as much as he could. Already shirtless, he ran his hands over his bare chest before snaking one of them down his body. With one hand, he popped the button to his trousers, and thumbed lightly over a nipple with the other. Hotch groaned softly at the sight, reaching down to squeeze at his bulge.
Reid opened up his trousers, taking his sweet time in dragging down the zip of his flies, and pushed them as far down as he could with his knees still either side of Hotch. They couldn’t go far, but it still afforded Hotch with a nice view of the outline of Reid’s cock, which now had enough room to tent the fabric of his underwear. With a grace Reid was surprised he possessed, he pivoted off of Hotch and onto the floor, to continue his routine.
As seductively as he could manage, Reid gripped the waistband of his trousers and slowly pushed them down further. Shimmying, he managed to kick them off his legs without tripping up. Stood now, feet shoulder-width apart, Reid was left matching Hotch, only in his socks and underpants.
“These too?” Reid asked, hooking his thumbs into the tops of his boxers.
“I think I’d like to take those off of you myself,” Hotch said, looking appreciatively at Reid’s mostly revealed body.
Reid nodded eagerly, seduction attempts forgotten. He scrambled back onto the bed, taking off his socks as he went; Hotch immediately grabbed him, flipping them so that Reid was underneath. Reid let out a breathy moan as Hotch re-engaged their lips for a passionate kiss and ground their crotches together, before he started his own journey of lip-service. Hotch took his mouth on a similar path to Reid; kissing down his chest and stomach, teasingly skipping over the tent in Reid’s boxers, and continuing down his legs. On his way back up Reid’s body, he stopped at the young man’s underwear, pulling the elasticated band down a little.
“May I?” Hotch asked, breathing over where the head of Reid’s prick was.
“Yeah, absolutely,” Reid exhaled. “Go for it.”
Hotch pulled down Reid’s underwear, savouring the moment. The waistband caught on Reid’s cock, causing it to spring up and smack into his lower belly. Reid wiggled playfully, his cock wobbling from side to side as he did. Despite the goofiness, or perhaps enhanced by it, Hotch thought the movements were incredibly seductive. He breathed in deeply, face close enough to Reid’s cock that he could smell the muskiness. Placing a kiss on the crease between Reid’s thigh and pubis, Hotch revelled in the strangled moan that reached his ears.
“Beautiful,” Hotch said again, laying his face on Reid’s hip to look up at him.
“Come back up here,” Reid replied, gently tugging at Hotch’s hair.
Hotch obliged Reid, snaking back up his body, taking his time. He grinned smugly when he suckled on Reid’s nipples, earning himself another strangled groan. Reid’s body was so wonderfully sensitive, the young man so wonderfully responsive. Eventually, when Hotch was sucking a light mark into Reid’s neck, Reid ran out of patience and dragged Hotch up the rest of the way by his hair. Hotch grinned into the kiss, elated by the effect he was having on his lover, chuckling in response to Reid’s zealousness.
“Mhmm, Aaron,” Reid moaned, “can I touch you?”
“Please do!”
Reid had one hand in Hotch’s hair, keeping their lips together, while he reached down with the other to grip Hotch through his underwear. Hotch moaned at the grip around his clothed dick. Reid felt similarly elated; loving the feeling of Hotch’s deliciously thick cock in his hand, even if there was a cloth barrier still in the way. Reid broke the kiss, leaning back so that he could properly see Hotch’s face.
“Can I?” Reid asked, hoping that Hotch would want to take things further.
Hotch hesitated for a moment. He knew he’d regret it if he stopped them now, that his concerns would not be alleviated without taking this step. Like Reid had said, they didn’t need to go any further tonight, but he definitely wanted to. Besides, they could always pause later if needed. His mind made up, Hotch nodded resolutely.
Reid smiled encouragingly and slipped his hand into Hotch’s shorts, touching the heated flesh within for the first time. Hotch let out what he would consider an embarrassing whine, but he couldn’t feel too bad about it when he saw Reid’s enjoyment of his noises.
“Mmm, you feel nice,” Reid groaned appreciatively. “How about we get you out of these boxers?”
Hotch hummed his assent and moved back from Reid, looking away. Breathing deeply to ready himself, Hotch pushed his shorts down and shimmied out of them as gracefully as he could, taking his socks off at the same time. Reid’s breath hitched and Hotch feared the worst, but when he looked back at Reid, there was a clear expression of desire on the young man’s face.
“Jesus, Aaron, you weren’t joking! I could use my dick as a sounding rod on this thing!”
Hotch opened his mouth to reply, but couldn’t think of a response. For all that Reid usually enjoyed speaking factually or academically, his bedroom talk could get… improbable. It was something Hotch enjoyed about Reid, and this time it was especially appreciated as it broke the tension. Hotch was filled with an intense feeling of relief, as if a weight had lifted from him; he knew Reid would have been okay with his size, but he could finally let himself believe it. Though, he still didn’t know quite how to respond to Reid’s brand of dirty talk.
“I know it’s big…” Hotch trailed off, feeling a little self-conscious since Reid hadn’t stopped staring.
“Yeah…” Reid breathed a sigh of adoration.
“I can bottom, you know, if it’s too big…”
“Oh!” Reid gasped, looking back up at Hotch’s face and wildly shaking his head before returning to staring at Hotch’s cock in wonder. “No, oh no-no-no! Not now that I really know what we’re working with here!”
“Okay,” Hotch said, insecurity forgotten. “You don’t need to keep looking at it like you want to eat it.”
“Well…” Reid said wryly, “It does look like a treat, but don’t worry Aaron, my mouth isn’t the first place I want to stick it.”
Hotch wondered if Spencer was really as excited as he seemed over the prospect of a large penis, or if he was just humouring him. Suddenly, the insecurity returned. What if Reid was just humouring him, and Hotch was allowing Reid to pressure himself into something he didn’t really feel comfortable with? Reid absolutely was self-sacrificing enough to try to take him against his better judgement just to make Hotch feel better.
“Are you sure, Spencer? I’m not one for defined roles just due to our ages. And as you said, we don’t need to have sex at all.”
“Aaron…” Reid looked at Hotch and sighed, seeing the return of his concerns. “Wait here.”
Reid held up a hand to demonstrate his desire that Hotch not leave his position and shuffled off the bed, padding over to his chest of drawers. A second later, Reid had turned back around holding the largest phallus (organic or otherwise) that Hotch had ever seen - even larger than his own dick, and that was saying something.
“Oh… Wow!” Hotch said, speechless at the sight of the toy and the implication of its use. “That’s… Big!”
“That’s what I’ve been saying, Aaron. You may be the biggest guy I’ve been with, but you’re not the biggest I’ve taken.” Reid paused to let his words sink in. “I can’t wait to be impaled on that giant cock of yours, it’s going to feel miles better than Gerald here.”
Reid returned ‘Gerald’ to its place and stalked back to the bed. He stopped at the edge, striking what he hoped was a seductive pose, and slowly began to stroke his cock while he stared down at Hotch. Hotch shifted to be more comfortable and gripped his own cock while looking up at Reid; his hand seemed small wrapped around his dick, the sheer size, now in scale, had Reid salivating. Hotch, with his fears now assuaged, stretched out languidly, taking the time to properly check out Reid where he stood.
“How about you get back down here, Spencer.” Hotch said, stroking his cock and smirking. “Apparently I have something you’d like to feel, waiting for you.”
Reid’s breath hitched, elated by Hotch’s change in mood. He grinned at his lover and eagerly climbed back onto the bed to straddle him. Now that they were both naked, the difference in their size was exceedingly apparent. Reid lowered his hips until their dicks brushed against each other, which he did with savoured anticipation. Both men groaned as their cocks touched for the first time; it was a noise Reid was desperate to hear more of. He ground down harder and was rewarded with a louder, more lustful moan from Hotch.
“Jesus, Aaron. You feel so good.” Reid said, the words somewhat muffled as he dropped his head down to mouth at Hotch’s skin.
“Fuck. You too, Spencer,” Hotch groaned, tipping his head back to give Reid more room.
Reid brought his head back up, holding himself up on straight arms so that he could get a good look at Hotch’s face. He kept grinding his cock against Hotch’s, too worked up to stop now. Hopefully it wouldn’t be over too soon, but with how the night was looking, there were no guarantees.
“I’d really like it if you’d fuck me tonight, Aaron.” Reid replied earnestly. “But I understand if you’d rather take things slower.”
“God, Spencer, I think I’ve been taking things slow enough. If you want me to fuck you, I’m more than up for it.”
“Great!” Reid chirped. “I’ll get the lube!”
Reid stretched over, to get an extra large condom and a bottle of anal lube out of his bedside drawers. He presented them to his partner, with an intense expression that Hotch took pleasure in memorising. He was breathing heavily through an open mouth, his eyes were wide open, and his tongue was poking out to wet his lower lip. Reid looked ravenous, and Hotch was happy to be consumed.
“I hope this is big enough,” Reid said, handing Hotch the condom.
Hotch looked at the condom. It was one of the larger options on the market, but unfortunately, it wasn’t quite his size. So, it appeared he wouldn’t be topping tonight after all. That was no matter; he wasn’t above bottoming, and they could be more prepared for next time.
Reid could immediately see the answer in Hotch’s face. It wasn’t really a surprise, though it was a little inconvenient. However, this latest reminder of Hotch’s absolute monster cock made Reid feel quite weak in the knees. Good thing he wasn’t standing, or he just might have fallen and skewered himself on that massive rod.
“Sorry, Spencer,” Hotch answered, as expected. “You could top? Got any condoms that would fit you?”
Hotch couldn’t seriously be trying to cheat Reid out of the dicking he’d been looking forward to, could he? That wasn’t on, not at all! One way or another, Reid would be getting that cock inside of him. Hotch, for his part, wasn’t certain of what the expression on Reid’s face meant, and he wasn’t totally sure on if he should be afraid or aroused.
“No,” Reid said, shaking his head for emphasis.
“No? You’d rather try another time?” Hotch asked.
“No, I won’t be topping. I want you to fuck me,” Reid stated, firmly. “We can either go to the 24-hour local. for condoms. Or, if you’re okay with it, we can bareback.”
“Bareback?” Hotch echoed. “And that would be… fine?”
“Of course,” Reid confirmed. “Just hold on one moment.”
Reid gave Hotch a quick kiss and pushed him back into the covers, to ensure he wouldn’t move, before hopping off the bed and scurrying into the adjoining bathroom. Technically, Reid pondered as he rummaged through his cupboard, he didn’t need to douche; but Hotch had obviously never done anal raw, and he didn’t want any concerns over cleanliness to get in the way. A bathroom detour also meant he could do a quick bit of prep with the lube stashed in the bathroom, to help things move along quicker.
After a perfunctory rinse, and a practised four fingers, Reid emerged from the bathroom, holding a hand towel. He sauntered back to the bed, enjoying the silky feeling of his lubed crack as he walked. Soon, very soon, he would be filled to the brim. Hotch was obviously admiring his swagger as he approached, and it wouldn’t be long until it was more than just admiration.
Reid couldn’t wait, hurrying the last few steps and all but leaping back on top of Hotch, dropping the towel on the bed as he went. He hovered for a moment, his knees either side of Hotch’s waist, and then leant down for a kiss, allowing his cock to brush up against Hotch’s stomach.
“Hey…” Reid said softly, brushing his lips against Hotch’s. “Are you ready for me?”
“Isn’t that my line?” Hotch replied just as softly, staring up at his lover.
Reid laughed, with his eyes closed, enjoying the moment; his joyous smile, inadvertently seductive. Hotch watched in rapture, captivated by such nonchalant beauty. Reid reached behind him and grasped Hotch’s penis, bringing it to brush against his arsehole.
Hotch gasped at the sensation of cool lube and Reid’s pucker, against his bare cock. Reid held his dick in place and began to lower himself onto it, but Hotch stopped him with a hand on his hip; somehow, even as he felt Reid’s body begin to open up.
“Wait, Don’t you need prep?” Hotch groaned against the sensation.
“No, I prepped in the bathroom.” Reid responded with light-hearted exasperation. To demonstrate his point, he dragged the head of Hotch’s dick across his lubed hole. “Can’t you feel it, Aaron?”
“Oo~ooh, fuck. Yes, I can feel it.”
“Then what’s the issue?” Reid asked sweetly, a picture of innocence, even while continuing to drag Hotch’s dick against his arsehole.
“You weren’t gone for very long,” Hotch said, with a strained voice. “Is that really enough? Or have you been impatient? I don’t want to hurt you.”
Reid sighed and lowered himself to perch on Hotch’s thighs, behind his cock, and used both hands to absent-mindedly jerk it off. It was sweet in a way, Hotch’s concern, but Reid really needed to set the record straight, since it wasn’t necessary. It was a shame Hotch had never found someone who wanted to take such massive cocks; a damn shame he didn’t know how easily it could be done. Reid kept one hand stroking Hotch’s cock and with the other, he patted Hotch’s stomach reassuringly.
“I promise you, Aaron, I don’t need any more prep. Yes, you are larger than most, but all that means is I need more lube than usual, and it’s best that we start slow. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.” Reid said firmly, catching Hotch’s eye to make sure his message was getting across.
“Okay…” Hotch replied slowly as he digested what Reid was saying. “But, what if I want to?”
Reid paused. If Hotch just wanted to finger him, that would be different. He didn’t need further prep, but he wouldn’t say no to more foreplay. Reid eyed Hotch’s hands where they were still rested on his hips; those strong hands, with those long fingers. He’d seen what Hotch could do with his hands, and was intrigued to find out what they could do for him now. Hotch’s beast cock could wait, it’s not like it was going anywhere. He flopped off his lover to lay next to him, pumped his cock and grinned mischievously.
“Alright, let’s see what you’ve got,” Reid leered.
Hotch didn’t need to be told twice. He may have been apprehensive about the size of his cock, but he was extremely confident with his hands. Reid obviously enjoyed the passion they’d so far been injecting into their intimacy, but would surely appreciate Hotch taking more control of the situation. Hotch could be incredibly passionate, but more than that, this could also be an opportunity for him to demonstrate his gentleness as well as discipline. Reid would be begging to be fucked, before Hotch would give it to him.
Reid’s breath sped up when he saw the predatory gleam in Hotch’s eyes, and his lover slowly moved to straddle him. A hand on his chest pushed him flat against the bed, and when he craned his neck forward to keep looking at Hotch, his head was pushed forcefully back. Next, Hotch took both of his wrists and also pressed them down, either side of him, with the implicit order to keep his hands to himself. Following Hotch’s unspoken lead, Reid stayed looking up at the ceiling and gripping the covers, as his lover shuffled down his body and pried his knees apart.
“Move your feet up, let me see that cute ass of yours.” Hotch said, waiting for his request to be fulfilled before placing a kiss on the inside of one of Reid’s knees.
“Like what you see?” Reid asked when he felt a hand snake between his legs and gently part his cheeks.
“Very much so.”
Hotch gently pushed one finger into Reid’s slick passage and met no resistance. Reid must really know what he was doing if he was able to control even the most basic of reflexes; stopping himself from clenching around the intrusion. The lube did its job well, slicking the way as Hotch pumped one finger in and out of Reid, then two, then three. Still very little resistance; only the rim stretching around his fingers, the sound of Reid’s breath hitching and some small impatient noises. In this position, Hotch couldn’t see the way his fingers disappeared into Reid, so dropped his head down to take Reid’s cock into his mouth.
Reid’s hips jumped as the wet heat first enveloped the tip of his cock. He looked down to where Hotch was fingering him, but was almost immediately rewarded with having his head pushed back to the bed. He tried to keep still, though he desperately wanted to chase the sensations sandwiching his body; to thrust up into Hotch’s mouth or back onto his fingers. Reid started to whine needily, desperate for more than just a few shallowly thrusting fingers.
“Come on!” Reid whined impatiently, “I can take more than this, you don’t need to be this cautious!”
“I don’t need to be this cautious?” Hotch repeated, pulling his mouth off of Reid’s cock. “You want me to get on with it?”
“Yes!”
“Well. Okay, then.”
Hotch pulled his fingers from Reid’s hole and forcefully flipped the lithe body over, dragging his hips up, until Reid was kneeling with his arse in the air. In this new position, when Hotch plunged his fingers into Reid’s body, he was able to see how they disappeared inside.
Tugging at the rim, Hotch applied more lube to Reid’s twitching hole. He pushed three fingers all the way in and was amazed at the effortless slide. A fourth finger made little difference to the ease in which Reid’s body accommodated his hand, and even as he teased in the tip of his thumb, the only reaction from Reid was impatient moans.
“Please! Aaron! I am begging you. Please just stick your cock in me!” Reid whined, twisting his body around just enough so that he could look back at his lover.
“So impatient! Okay, I guess you’re ready,” Hotch said, unable to keep himself from teasing.
“Finally!”
Hotch pulled his fingers from Reid’s hole, instead pressing the head of his cock against it. As he rubbed his dick over and around the orifice, he groaned at the sensation of puckered flesh against the bare skin of his bell-end. Reid moaned too, though his was punctuated with obviously rising impatience, but Hotch just continued to tease Reid, rubbing his dick over Reid’s hole.
Reid’s cock twitched in excitement, jumping every time Hotch’s dick caught on the sensitive rim. Soon, though, the excitement from the teasing was not enough to quell Reid’s impatience. Before he could open his mouth to complain, however, Hotch finally began to press inside. Reid’s breath caught as he felt his hole begin to be forced open. It was big. Boy, was Hotch’s dick big. Massive. He didn’t think even the head was all the way in yet, and it was still a wide stretch; just how he liked it.
Hotch didn’t think he had ever felt something as amazing as this. Reid’s hole was hot and slick. There was some resistance, but it was easy for his cock to cleave through. He couldn’t help but stare at where his dick was slowly pressing into Reid, until almost the entirety of the tip was inside. Not even past his glans, and Reid was stretched wide around him. It looked obscene, almost unreal; he might as well have been pushing into a silicone masturbator.
Holding onto Reid with one hand, and steadying his dick with the other, Hotch rolled his hips. In one small motion, the rest of his cock head was pushed inside. Reid let out a strangled noise at the sudden movement, and Hotch stilled immediately.
“No, continue! I’m okay,” Reid hurriedly said. “It’s just that you’re, ~big.” Reid’s voice was strained, and cracked a little; it was a voice full of arousal and desperation.
“Just let me know if you need to stop.”
“I will! Just, continue, please!”
Hotch continued to push into Reid, his cock now deep enough that he could stop holding it in place. He wiped the rest of the lube from his hand onto the towel, and took a firm hold on either side of Reid’s waist. In tiny movements, Hotch thrust shallowly into his lover; pulling back far enough for Reid’s hole to open for his cock head, and then pushing in again. The pressure around his dick was immense, and the feeling of his glans repetitively catching on Reid’s rim was intoxicating.
“Fuck, Aaron! Stop teasing me!” Reid cried.
“Sorry, Spencer. I didn’t mean to tease.” Hotch said, coyly. “Though, if I meant to tease, I’d be doing this.”
To demonstrate, Hotch drew back until his cock-head was pulled from Reid’s body completely. There was no sound, but from the way it felt, Hotch thought it should have made a loud ‘pop’, as the flared head passed the rim. Once only the very tip was kissing Reid’s hole, he pushed back in, forcing it to open around him again.
If he had thought the feeling was intoxicating before, this was a power trip. He repeated this a few times, revelling in Reid’s reflexive clenching and breathy moans. The way his cock could force its way into Reid’s body, and the desperation Reid’s shuddering frame was emitting? Fuck, Hotch couldn’t get enough.
Reid was elated, his arse felt amazing. One of his favourite parts of sex was feeling how his hole made way for a cock. Normally, guys pushed in and that was that; his sphincter wasn’t usually forced to repeatedly open and close. Not that he minded, it was only one of his favourite parts. His absolute favourite was the feeling of being completely filled, speared on a thick cock; his cavity dominated until he felt like he would burst from the seams.
It wasn’t too long until Reid was, once again, impatient for more. Hotch was still smugly dipping in and out of Reid’s body, barely gaining any depth each time he pushed back in. Reid tried to take things into his own hands, push back against Hotch, try to force himself onto the cock teasing him, but Hotch wasn’t having any of it. Instead of allowing Reid to impale himself, he kept a strong grip on the man in front of him, making sure that any penetration was done at his pace, to the depth he wanted.
“Please! Please, Aaron! Just fuck me already! I want you inside of me!” Reid begged.
“I am inside of you,” Hotch replied, smirking at the noise of despair Reid let out in response.
“You know what I mean! Stop teasing me!”
“Okay, okay!”
On the next thrust into Reid’s tight passage, Hotch let his dick slip further in. He still continued his teasing pace, but stopped pulling all the way out, and started pushing deeper in. By the time he had got to the widest part of his cock, most of the way down, Reid was voicing a near constant string of broken moans. He sounded overwhelmed, he sounded blissed out, he sounded close to reaching nirvana.
Reid relished the glide of Hotch’s cock inside him, with his rim stretched around what had to be the widest part. He felt consumed, impossibly full, however there was more cock to take, and take it he would! He knew from experience that he could take dicks longer and thicker than Hotch’s, but that was with dildos. There was something about being penetrated by a phallus not under his control that somehow made him feel more filled.
Wondering exactly how much more there was left to go, Reid tried to catch a glimpse. He turned his head from the side, where he had been keeping an eye on Hotch, to look down underneath his body instead. He couldn’t see how much of Hotch’s cock there was still to push in, but he did notice something else. It wasn’t very noticeable, at least not over his tensing stomach, but Reid was certain he could see a bulge. Yes, he could see movement as Hotch thrust in and out of him.
“Oh, ~fuck!” Reid cried out. The words were drawn out, and his voice broke dramatically as it turned into another lustful moan. “Jesus!”
“All good?” Hotch asked, maintaining his gentle rhythm.
“Yes! Fuck! I just-…”
“Just, what?”
“Just-” Reid stopped, thinking about what he could say. “Just, let me show you. Pull out, I’ll ride you.”
Hotch did as he was asked and pulled out. He watched in fascination as Reid’s shiny sphincter reflexively clenched, until it had twitched closed again. Once the hole on display had finally stopped quivering, Hotch moved away. Reid got up onto his knees and manhandled Hotch onto his back so that he could straddle him. Hotch gladly moved where he was guided, and delighted in the site of his slim lover hovering above him, bringing his hands back onto Reid’s hips.
Reid was beautiful above him; a lean form, with elegant lines, and a pale erection swaying as he moved. Hotch didn’t do anything but admire his lover and help steady him as he lowered himself down. Hotch moaned as tight heat enveloped his cock once again. Reid went quicker than Hotch had entered before, and through his moans, Hotch couldn’t help but chuckle at the enthusiasm.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck!” Reid moaned as dropped lower onto Hotch. “Fuck, Aaron, you feel so good inside of me!”
While he was being taken from behind, Reid had felt overwhelmingly full, out of control as the foreign object was forced into him. Now he felt intensely full in a different way. He had more control in this position, over the pace and depth, but it was also more challenging in some ways. Before, his body had been open, now his passage was constricted. Furthermore, there was increased demand of strength in his legs, to control his descent. Like this, his slim thighs were all that was keeping gravity from skewering him on Hotch’s cock.
Reid was barely tall enough to be able to lift entirely off of Hotch’s cock while on his knees, and soon enough his legs would be too fatigued to be able to rise off without help. He loved it, slowly impaling himself on what would shortly become his very own organic one bar prison. He watched the flat planes of his stomach and pubic region distend as he dropped further and further down, taking in the sight that matched his feeling of utter fullness.
There would be many more opportunities, though this evening of firsts would be a memory Reid cherished forever. His first time being spread open on Hotch’s cock, Hotch’s first time ever doing anal, Hotch’s first time even being able to fully penetrate another, their first time together. It was a beautiful thing.
Hotch, having watched his cock disappear into Reid in their previous position, made sure to watch his face this time. Reid was looking down at their bodies, concentrating on lowering himself, and by the time he was fully in Hotch’s lap, he looked blissed out; on his face was an expression of absolute rapture, flaring nostrils, and eyelids that quivered with the effort of staying looking down, rather than letting his eyes roll into the back of his head.
“You see?” Reid asked, breathlessly, motioning to his stomach.
Hotch looked at where Reid was indicating, but didn’t see what he meant.
“See what?” He asked.
“This.”
To demonstrate, Reid lifted himself up a little, and Hotch saw what he had previously thought was just the shape of Reid’s tensed stomach, move. Reid raised his hips until only the head of Hotch’s penis remained inside, and then slowly dropped back down. Hotch watched as a subtle bulge formed in Reid’s stomach, extending up as Reid dropped all the way back down to sit in Hotch’s lap, secured on his cock.
“Is that?” Hotch asked, dazed by a sight he could hardly believe.
“Yeah…” Reid whispered, reverently.
Reid was grinning in delight, while breathing heavily. Being so full must be a work-out, but he was looking down at the protrusion with an expression of extreme pride. Hotch felt amazing, hot flesh gripping tight around his bare cock, and the evidence of his impact on Reid’s body now as clear as day. Maybe he would have been concerned, surely shifting someone’s insides to this extent could not be a good sign, but Reid looked like he was having a religious experience.
Hotch had never been one to take pride in the size of his dick like other men might have. Maybe if he had a slightly smaller cock, he would have been proud of his length and girth, but as it was, it had only ever been a cause for concern. Not any more, though. No, now he could understand. The ego boost that was his cock causing such bliss in another person, that was having another’s body conform to the will of his own flesh.
“Oh fuck. So full. So good,” Reid groaned as he gyrated his hips.
“Unghh~,” Hotch groaned with him as the tight pressure around his cock increased.
“God, Aaron, other men don’t hold a candle to you,” Reid said as he began to raise himself up again. “Such an alpha male, and with a godsend of a dick!”
Hotch’s eyes darted between staring at Reid’s face and the end of the bulge that marked where his cock was moving in Reid’s body. The friction and pressure felt amazing, but more than that, he felt powerful. Jesus, what an erotic sight. It apparently only took one evening with Reid, and his insecurity had dissipated enough that Hotch could internalise everything he’d ever heard about masculinity and dick size.
Despite this new feeling of masculine power, Hotch was rooted to the spot, as Reid started to lift and drop his hips in a steady rhythm. He was transfixed by the deformation of a normally flat stomach and the sight of Reid taking his pleasure. It felt heavenly, and he desperately wanted to thrust wildly into the slender body atop him, but he could wait. Hotch knew Reid wouldn’t be able to keep it up on top for much longer.
Reid had come a long way since he had joined the team, but he still had what some might call “noodle legs”; it wouldn’t be long until his thighs were too worn out to continue. Hotch throbbed, knowing he would be taking over soon. He imagined pounding into Reid, fucking him stupid. Reid would enjoy that, he was certain; cross-eyed and drooling, with the evidence of how well Hotch’s cock filled him, adorned on his stomach.
“Oh, Aaron, this is the best,” Reid cooed, lightly brushing over the outline of Hotch’s dick.
“The best, huh?” Hotch teased. “High praise.”
“It’s well deserved.”
Reid stilled, looking intently down at Hotch before looking back at the bulge in his abdomen. He had a calculating glint in his eye that Hotch had seen only once or twice before in an intimate setting, and he knew he was in for a treat. Sure enough, Reid carefully pressed down over the bulge. Immediately, both men let out loud noises of appreciation. Reid felt as if his entire body was receiving an intensely sexual massage, and Hotch’s cock felt much the same, as the surrounding grip increased dramatically.
“God, Spencer, that feels amazing!” Hotch gasped.
“Oh, I know!” Reid crooned in response, still pressing down on the bulge.
“Can you… Feel it?”
“Hmm, no.” Spencer said pensively, pressing a little harder and receiving another strangled groan in return. “You’d think with the amount of space you’re taking up inside of me, I’d be able to grip you from the outside, but I can’t actually feel you with my hand. It definitely makes me feel more stuffed, though.”
“I can’t feel your hand, either. But god, fuck, Spencer, you were tight before, but now…”
Spencer grinned impishly, and started to ride Hotch’s dick again, pushing down harder with his hand for good measure. Hotch felt overwhelmed. Despite his newfound sense of power, from his physicality dominating Reid’s, he didn’t feel like he was dominating the situation; not with how Reid was purposefully intensifying their experience. However, every moment that Reid grinned teasingly down at him during languid riding, was a moment that Hotch wanted to flip them, and give him the fucking he deserved.
“God, Aaron. You feel amazing. If only I could stay here forever!” Reid cried out, picking up the pace. “Can you imagine it? Me impaled, in your lap during paperwork? Stuck hanging off of your cock, when you walk around?”
“Jesus Spencer!” Hotch laughed through a spike of arousal. “That doesn’t sound possible.”
“Oh, but can you imagine how wonderful that would be?”
“Sounds very public.”
“Mhmmm~, yessss. So very public. Let everyone see what you do to me. Let them see where I belong.”
Reid’s thighs started to quiver with the strain of riding, so he switched to shucking his hips back and forth instead, for a reduced thigh workout. He preferred the classic porn style of riding, visibly travelling up and down the shaft, but this was still good. It was creating friction and rubbing in all the right places, and Hotch definitely wasn’t complaining as it increased the sucking pressure around his cock head. The only minor grievance was that he couldn’t watch the bulge travel up and down his body, but at least it was still visible.
So far, Reid had left his cock untouched. He’d easily be able to cum with only Hotch inside of him; no need to pop off too early. But when his thighs really started to shake, Reid stilled and brought a hand to tug at his dick. He made only small gyrating movements, staying mostly still and steady, with one hand lazily stroking himself, and the other pressing down on the swell from Aaron’s cock deep inside of him.
“Have I told you how much I love your cock?” Reid asked, stroking lovingly over the protrusion.
“You might have mentioned it,” Aaron teased.
“Well, it’s true. I love your cock. I love having it shoved up my ass.”
Reid tried to get back to riding, but it was obvious to Hotch that his stamina had waned. His thighs were shaking, and he was making small jerking movements that, going by the frustration on his face, were taking more effort than he’d like. Eventually, Hotch put a hand onto Reid’s chest to get him to pause. Once Reid had stopped, Hotch held tightly onto his hips, planted his feet firmly on the bed, and began to thrust upwards.
Finding the right rhythm wasn’t the easiest; too soft and slow and there is no impact, both bodies just shifting together as one, too hard and fast and you buck your rider off. It took a minute, but Hotch managed to settle into something that worked. It was a rhythm that worked very well for Reid. The force of each thrust slammed into his body, and the impact left him breathless.
Hotch, however, still felt he didn’t quite have the control he wanted. He also suspected it wasn’t quite the domination Reid wanted from him, either. In this position, leverage meant that he couldn’t pull out particularly far, leaving the thrusts deep, but relatively short. Eventually, Hotch decided enough was enough and, keeping a steady grip on his lover, flipped them over. Reid had the breath knocked out of him as his back hit the mattress, and the jostling of the cock still inside of him made him shout out in pleasure.
Hotch thought Reid looked exquisite. Beautiful, all stretched out just for him, with the outline of Hotch’s dick still visible in his abdomen. Reid’s legs had fallen to rest around Hotch’s hips, but Hotch bent them back, holding them under the knees. The change in position meant that somehow he could get even deeper into his lover. From this position he had far more control, able to maintain the long thrusts that he knew would be appreciated. He was right, the noises Reid made as he was fucked while practically folded in half were positively pornographic.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful!” Hotch gasped, staring at the man beneath him with reverence.
Reid didn’t reply, caught up in the sensations consuming his body. He was in heaven, on the receiving end of a legendary dicking. For all that Hotch had been nervous, he certainly knew what he was doing. The control Hotch was exhibiting was incredible, and Reid definitely appreciated the bedroom profiling, since Hotch had obviously noticed enough to be driving Reid closer to the edge as effectively as he was.
God, he was full, and this position just amplified the feeling. His back passage was being compressed, intensifying the sensations caused by the gigantic rod moving inside of him, as well as forcing it to rub firmly against his prostate with every motion. Reid was practically salivating over the fact he was taking a dick so large, it literally changed his silhouette. The only thing he needed to do now, was to wriggle into a posture that still allowed them both to see his belly bulge and not have it be hidden beneath tensing core muscles if he curled up to look.
He wondered if he was being rude, focusing so much on Hotch’s size, especially considering his insecurity. Though, it wasn’t as if they didn’t demonstrate genuine fondness for each other, beyond the physical, and ultimately, Reid knew Hotch was having some of the best sex of his life as well; the gushing praise also going a long way to help reduce that insecurity. He’d make sure to revere all of Hotch’s body and soul the way it deserved, in time. For now, however, Reid allowed himself to bask in the exquisite fullness, and overwhelming pleasure Hotch was delivering.
“Oh, Aaron! I’m getting close!” Spencer moaned.
“Jesus! Me too,” Hotch groaned. “You feel amazing!”
Hotch released Reid’s legs, and bent back down to once again bring their lips together. Reid let out a pleasured squawk as the change in position further squeezed his insides around the dick spearing him. The noise was swallowed by Hotch’s kiss, so were a series of increasingly higher-pitched mewls, as Reid got closer and closer to his peak. When Reid finally broke the kiss in order to breathe, Hotch leant back just enough to wrap a hand around his lover’s cock.
“Ready to cum?” Hotch asked, as if he couldn’t already tell from Reid’s whimpers.
“Fuck yes! Aaron! Almost there!” Reid whined, staring somewhere over Hotch’s shoulder as the sensations became truly overwhelming.
“You feel so good, Spencer, wedged on my cock. You…, This… This is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, Spencer.”
Reid, registering the change in tone, looked back at Hotch’s face, and saw the adoration clearly expressed there. Such unfettered appreciation was almost too much for Reid, and instead of dealing with the weight of it, he pulled the man in for another kiss. Hotch went gladly, leaning back over Reid, leaving his hand where it was. There wasn’t enough room to jerk Reid’s cock, but he could rub his open palm against it, with the back of his hand trapped pushing down onto Reid’s swollen abdomen. It was like that, that Reid came.
Hotch felt Reid’s hole spasm around him. A grunt, which turned into a long guttural groan, emitted from Reid’s throat while Hotch fucked him through his orgasm. Semen coated Hotch’s hand, and cum slicked the way as he continued to rub Reid’s cock.
Reid couldn’t help how his hole was twitching around Hotch, trying to close against the intrusion, but unable to do so. The futile quivering of his sphincter, just another reminder of Hotch’s massive cock and its domination of his cavity. This was already one of the most intense orgasms of Reid’s life, but the physical sensations he was experiencing during his climax were making it more intense, and last longer.
The average length of Reid’s orgasms were about twelve seconds, within the normal range for a man of his age. He wasn’t sure if this was a result of pleasure induced time dilation, but this orgasm seemed to be lasting significantly longer than average. It also appeared like he was producing more semen than usual; not too unexpectedly - greater arousal did correlate with higher volumes of ejaculate, after all.
“God!” Hotch broke away from their kiss and groaned into Reid’s neck, “Fuck, Spencer! You’re so tight!”
“Mmmm! Feels good, does it?”
“Oh, you bet!” Hotch kissed the juncture of Reid’s neck and then a little further down to his chest. “I bet you’re feeling good too. Fuck, you’re still cumming.”
It was true, somehow. Reid’s cock had stopped imitating a fountain, but it was still valiantly twitching in Hotch’s palm; spurting out droplets of cum. Hotch had stopped his thrusting, instead grinding against Reid’s arse, as he waited for Reid’s orgasm to come to a complete stop. Hotch eventually stilled his hips; he hadn’t cum yet, and his cock twitched with each flex of Reid’s hole around him.
Reid’s cock was also twitching, with every movement of Hotch inside of him, forcing out the last beads of cum, his balls doing their best to drain completely. Hotch angled their faces back together, to kiss; lazily making out, Hotch’s hand still cupped around Reid’s cock. They stayed like that until Reid started to make small noises of overstimulated objection.
Hotch leant back away from Reid to sit up on his knees, listening to his lover moan softly in response to the jostling. He was still hard, and so could see the bulge in Reid’s stomach, made more obvious by rivulets of cum streaming over the protrusion. Carefully, he pulled out, watching as the embossed image of his cock was removed from his young lover’s body. Reid groaned at the loss, clenching reflexively around the retreating cock, and then around nothing.
“Oh, ~fuck,” Reid whined, “I feel- I feel so empty!”
Hotch hummed in understanding, but then caught a glimpse of Reid’s constricting sphincter. Reid, for lack of a better term, was gaping. Hotch felt as if the breath had been sucked from his lungs, and his cock twitched violently at the sight. It shouldn’t have been sexy, he didn’t think this would be something he was into, but the obvious void he had left was captivating. Another spasm brought Reid’s hole slightly more closed, though it still gaped, and Hotch’s hand flew to his cock so that he could finish himself off. Reid registered the movement of Hotch’s hand and was snapped out of his blissed daze.
“Huh? Why are you masturbating?!”
“I- Well-” Hotch stuttered, off kilter. “You’ve cum now, so I just need a minute to finish off?”
Reid sighed impatiently. “That’s not what I mean! I meant, why aren’t you getting back to fucking me?!”
“You’ve cum? Surely you don’t want me to continue?”
“I definitely do want you to continue fucking me! You’re not seriously trying to cheat me out of this, are you?” Reid huffed indignantly, and stared imploringly at Hotch. “I would love nothing more to feel your thick meat rod pulse while you give me a cream filling! That is, if you want to.”
Hotch looked at Reid for a second, then back to his still open hole. Yes, he wanted to cum in Reid and if that was really what Reid wanted, then he was more than happy to comply. He manipulated Reid’s pliant body to hook knees over shoulders and planted his hands on Reid’s arse, holding the man up while also spreading his cheeks. Carefully, Hotch guided his lover’s body down and onto his cock.
Reid felt himself be re-breached and immediately released a pleasured sigh. It didn’t matter that he’d already climaxed, he could appreciate Hotch’s thick cock at any time. Hotch was transfixed with watching himself re-enter Reid, so Reid made sure to give them both a good visual. He elongated his spine and relaxed his abdominal muscles, trusting Hotch to keep him up; the journey of Hotch’s dick through his back passage once again visible from the outside.
“Oh yeah, that’s good,” Reid crooned, his sentence trailing off into a pleasured hum.
“You really are a size queen, aren’t you, Spencer?” Hotch laughed, amused by Reid’s post-climax enthusiasm. He emphasised his words by smoothly pushing back in as far as he could go. “Happy to be filled even after you’ve cum.”
“I think I was very up front about that.”
Hotch hummed a sound of agreement. “That you were,” he conceded, “I just hadn’t realised that you were so eager to be filled at all times.”
Hotch gyrated his hips while at maximum depth, and slowly restarted his thrusting. Though it may have been more pleasurable to employ quicker thrusts, Hotch deeply appreciated seeing the movement of Reid’s belly bulge during these longer strokes.
Reid also appreciated it, both the visuals and sensations, and he groaned happily, the way you might during a stretch. He supposed he was, in a way; or, at least, he was being stretched. Reid smiled and brought a hand back to his abdomen to press down again, moaning softly at the satisfying fullness. Hotch groaned at the constriction, stuttering in his rhythm, but picking back up to be faster and harder than before.
“Come on, Aaron, you can go harder than that,” Reid cajoled. “Really put your back into it!”
“Are you sure, Spencer? It’s not as if I’m treating you like glass as it is.”
“Just be careful that you don’t fracture one of my ribs with your giant cock, I don’t really fancy explaining that in the ER.”
Hotch snorted in amusement and responded with an increased pace, speeding towards his climax. Reid started to whimper again, overstimulated, despite the desire to be filled; still, though, he clutched to Hotch, urging him to continue his pounding. It wouldn’t take long until Hotch came; Reid felt amazing around him, and the desperation was infectious.
“Fuck, Spencer. I’m going to fill you up! More than I already am! Ah! ~Close!”
“Yeah, fill me up, Aaron! Make this bulge you’ve given me even bigger!”
“Jesus! Fuck! It’ll be deep!”
“Yesss! So deep I’ll be able to taste it!”
Hotch, for the last time, leant back over Reid to kiss him. His lover’s knees stayed over his shoulders, to the point that the younger man was literally folded in half. Reid kept his hand where it was, trapped between their bodies, pressing on the bulge; further increasing the force with which he constricted around Hotch’s cock.
The pressure around his cock was immense, and it only increased, since Reid would push against the section of abdomen that Hotch could thrust up to. With every plunge, Hotch’s dick head would travel from tight to tighter as it passed under Reid’s hand. He couldn’t actually feel the hand, but it sure felt like Reid was gripping his cock.
Hotch could feel himself creeping closer and closer to his peak, and his thrusts had become much shorter. Hard and fast and deep, and no longer pulling out quite as much as he had been. It wasn’t long until Hotch finally came, as far inside Reid as he possibly could. They kissed as Hotch ejaculated, his twitching cock spurting deep within his lover.
Reid was tired; happy and satisfied. The dick inside of him was still pumping out cum, though Hotch had come to a stop. All that remained was a deep-satiated feeling. It was partly because Hotch really was quite deep inside of him, but also that his body had been so thoroughly put through its paces. A sexy full body workout, and a thick cock still wedged inside of him, left Reid with an overwhelming contentedness. Hotch was still kissing him, a now tender slide of their mouths, rounding out the satisfaction of the evening.
They continued that way for a little while, gently kissing as Hotch began to soften. Reid would have been happy to stay like that all evening, but eventually his hips started to complain, so they had to part. Hotch let Reid’s legs fall from his shoulders and carefully pulled away, his cock slipping from Reid’s hole.
Hotch began moving into a position a little more comfortable for post-coital intimacy, but his eye was drawn to the void he had left behind. Reid’s hole was still open; though it was slowly twitching closed, it wasn’t there yet. Hotch stared, transfixed, as his cum started to flow out of Reid’s body. Reid must have felt it as it dripped down his crack because his hole twitched some more, ejecting a thick globule amongst the stream.
There was an appreciative groan, and Hotch only realised it had come from him when Reid chuckled in response. A little embarrassed, and blushing, Hotch tore his eyes away from Reid’s hole and back to his face. Reid was smiling, head tipped back and looking at the ceiling; he must have noticed Hotch look up because Reid lifted his head to meet his eye.
“Good view, is it?” Reid asked teasingly, grinning up at Hotch.
Hotch nodded his head, sighing indulgently. He snapped Reid’s knees together from where they had fallen open, and moved into the space next to him. Reid turned to face him and they shared another tender kiss.
“You know…” Reid began, slyly. “You could always slip back in. Plug me up.”
Hotch felt his brain short circuit, something Reid was adept at causing. For a moment, he wasn’t sure how to respond, but he caught the teasing glint in Reid’s eye and could see that he was mostly joking. Hotch filed the thought away, though, as a possibility for the future. Reid seemed content without a reply, so Hotch just smiled and moved in for more kisses.
A couple of seconds went by, and then Reid rolled them over; breaking their kiss only long enough to get settled. In this position, Hotch’s cum dripped from Reid’s hole onto him, but that was where they stayed for the rest of the evening; softly kissing as Hotch lay in a wet patch, with Reid in his arms. Eventually, when they became sleepy, Reid slipped back onto the bed beside him. There was one last sweet kiss, and then they settled down to sleep, Reid still held in Hotch’s embrace.
