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Aaron was sprawled across the floor of a suspect’s apartment trying to catch his breath after being knocked down at speed by the fleeing man. Morgan and Prentiss had given chase along with local law enforcement and Reid, coming from behind on his own, was only now entering the apartment.
Without saying anything Reid walked over to Aaron where he lay on the floor and nudged him with his boot, none too gently. Aaron stilled, his heart racing in anticipation as met Reid’s eyes. Reid raised one eyebrow and waited. Instinctively Aaron wanted to curl up and protect his vulnerable centre. Instead, with conscious effort, he moved his arms up and away leaving himself exposed to Reid’s boot as Reid delivered a swift kick hard into Aaron’s soft belly. He couldn’t help but let out a whimper as he glanced up at Reid, who had stepped back and was leaning against the opposite wall, looking down at him with smug satisfaction. It took a few seconds for Aaron to gather himself enough to move, gritting his teeth as he forced himself to stand, waves of pain-induced nausea threatening to overcome him. He swayed once upon standing then managed to compose himself, nodded at Reid, and then followed him out of the apartment, already planning how quickly he could get somewhere private enough to look and see if he had the boot-shaped mark he could picture in his mind.
* * *
Aaron wasn’t sure whether he was projecting or whether Reid really was that clumsy but later that day somehow, accident or not, a scalding hot cup of coffee went over both Aaron and Reid during the debrief back at Quantico leaving them both in need of a change of clothes.
Aaron grabbed a spare shirt and tie from the back of his office door and retreated to the locker room to change. He found Reid already there, unbuckling the belt on his coffee-soaked trousers. Quickly and efficiently, Aaron undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, ignoring the other man. He was reaching for the clean ones when Reid let out an audible groan. Surprised, Aaron turned to face him.
“God,” Reid said in broken awe, his gaze firmly on Aaron’s exposed torso. “It’s… look. I know we don’t, but…look at you!”
Aaron stilled, looking down at himself and the evidence from earlier which had captured all of Reid’s attention. He glanced up at the man, observing the lust and avarice in Reid’s eyes as he hungrily gazed at the result of his actions. Almost without conscious thought Aaron backed into the lockers, his hands flat on the metal doors behind his back, waiting for Reid to act.
He wasn’t disappointed. Reid stalked towards him like he was prey, stopping mere centimetres from him. Hands reached out and reverentially skimmed the bare skin of his stomach, lightly mapping the impact of Reid’s earlier boot before exploring more firmly. It was the first time Reid had touched Aaron skin to skin since they had started this and it was shocking in it’s intensity. Aaron couldn’t help a groan of his own, his eyes closing, hopelessly aroused by what was happening.
“You take it so well,” Reid crooned into Aaron’s ear, bridging the gap between them as he continued to press and push on the tender area. “You are so good for me. So deliciously compliant and willing for me. I knew I wanted to mark you today and it’s perfect. You are perfect. You are going to see it for days and every single time you do you will think of me.”
Aaron gasped in response, his knees buckling, held up purely by Reid’s presence in front of him. He didn’t think he had ever been as hard in his life as he was right at that moment.
“It’s good isn’t it, when I hurt you?” It seemed now he had started Reid wasn’t going to stop talking.
“So good,” Aaron whispered, barely able to form the words.
“It is for me too, you know?” Aaron felt Reid’s thigh nudge between his, pushing against his straining cock, allowing him to feel Reid’s matching hardness. “I just want to mark you all over, leave you covered in me. Will you let me Aaron?” He asked.
Aaron nodded, too caught up in the moment to care what Reid meant.
Carefully Reid pulled Aaron’s hands forward, unbuttoning his cuffs and pushing the coffee-stained shirt to the ground. Aaron found himself positioned to Reid’s requirements, front flush against the lockers with his hands behind him clasped together and held in place by Reid. His head was pushed roughly to the side and he felt a breath against the tender skin of his shoulder in warning before Reid bit down, sucking and worrying the skin under his teeth. It was shockingly intense to feel Reid’s mouth on his skin after all this time. He rocked back into Reid without care wanting more, chasing the feeling.
It felt like forever and no time at all to Aaron when he was finally released from Reid’s hold, before being pulled back into Reid’s chest, one hand carefully stroking down his arm, soothing him as they both came down from the high.
“You are magnificent,” Reid murmured in his ear, continuing to hold Aaron close, bestowing kisses on the skin he had turned purple with his mouth, “So, so amazing. Thank you.”
“I…” Aaron started before being shushed.
“No, don’t talk yet, you aren’t ready. I can tell,” Reid carefully led him back to sit on the benches in the middle of the room, keeping one hand on him to keep him grounded. “Do you want me to dress you now? Or would you prefer a shower first? No-one will think twice about it given how much coffee I got over you.”
Aaron’s eyes flicked towards the shower cubicles.
“Shower it is,” Reid confirmed before checking, “Will you allow me to help you undress?”
Aaron nodded before watching passively as Reid knelt on the floor to remove Aaron’s shoes and socks for him. Aaron felt like he had just experienced the most intense orgasm of his life despite not climaxing. He could barely string two thoughts together let alone actively participate in what was happening. Reid encouraged him to his feet before undoing his trousers for him so they dropped to the floor, carefully avoiding touching Aaron intimately in the process.
“Aaron, take off your boxers for me,” Reid directed gently whilst disappearing around the corner of the room to where the towels were stored, allowing Aaron space. He took off his boxers and placed them on the bench with his trouser before standing naked in the middle of the room, feeling awkward for the first time in the encounter. Reid returned with a towel outstretched and handed it to Aaron, maintaining eye contact the whole time. It wasn’t until Aaron had it safely wrapped around his waist that Reid allowed his eyes to flick to the bite on Aarons shoulder before meeting Aaron’s again, a ridiculously bright and satisfied grin on his face.
“You, Aaron Hotchner, are impossible to resist and I swear you are going to be the death of me!” He declared brightly before steering Aaron towards the showers. “I’ll wait here for you to finish, I don’t want to leave you on your own after that.”
Aaron took his time in the shower, relishing the feel of the hot water on his skin after the events of the day. Eventually he was done and stepped out. Reid, as promised, was waiting on the bench for him - seemingly engrossed in a paperback he appeared to have dug from the depths of his ever present messenger bag.
“How are you now?” Reid asked, his eyes fixed on the page as Aaron got dressed.
“Good,” Aaron confirmed. “Better. I feel… I feel really good. Thank you.”