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Derek was feeling cheeky, and as such he approached Spencer's desk.
"Hey pretty boy, got any plans for tonight?"
"Not unless you're offering Der," came the flirtatious reply of the younger man. This was all of course part of the fun, the chase. They both adored their cat and mouse games, a push and pull of heat and desire, with an ever present undercurrent of adoration between them.
"Anything for you brainiac. How about I take you out for a meal and then we can have a little dessert later on?" Derek often bought his partners a meal before any 'sex-capades', as his baby girl called them, and Reid was no different.
Thinking about the offer, Spencer threw back a tight-lipped smile. He wanted to spend time with Derek, definitely, but going out wasn't in the cards tonight for him, he felt much too overwhelmed in the office and didn't want to hide any stims in a fancy restaurant. He decided to counter with some more autism friendly plans.
"Order me delivery and let me have a night at yours and I'm in."
Recognising the underlying meaning in his request, Derek immediately accepted, more than happy to stay in if it meant time with Spencer. And on a hornier note, there would be much less travel time for them between the meal and his bed.
"Alright Spencer, come get me when you're ready to head out and we'll get going."
Spencer chuckled, "as if you're going to finish before me? I do a third of yours and Prentiss' reports on top of my own and still finish before you do. You come get me and then we'll head out."
And with that, they both turned back to their desks, excited for the night to come.
As the clock ticked towards 5:30, Spencer was beginning to pack up, somewhat antsy at the idea of leaving the office with Derek soon. Meeting his dear companion's eyes, he knew he wasn't the only one, the flash of desire sending shivers down his spine. With a coy smile, Spencer eyes flicked towards the elevator and then back to Derek, he was growing impatient for the man. Derek decided to stop tormenting the young genius and offered an arm for him to link with his own, and the two headed down to the garage.
As the doors closed, Derek spun Spencer around and kissed him hard. A squeak followed by a muffled moan escaped the younger man as he let his paramour explore his mouth, indulging in their hands roaming across one another's toned bodies. It was times like this that Spencer enjoyed the most. In their reluctant gasps for air, Derek posed a question.
"Hey pretty boy, who's car are we taking? Because if you stay the night I don't mind giving you a lift tomorrow, but if you'd rather we go separately that's cool too."
Spencer smiled softly, resting his head on Derek's shoulder, too happy to form many words, he simply tapped Derek's chest with his index finger, a common nonverbal communication that he wanted to be in the other person's vehicle. And with that, he went back to making out with the chocolate thunder of the BAU, not that he would let anyone know he used Penny's nickname for the Adonis in front of him at that moment.
Derek picked Spencer up by the hips and wrapped his legs around his torso. In doing so, Spencer's cock rubbed against his boxers, leading him to grind his pussy hard on Derek's own cock, and the two let out a gutteral moan. They reached the elder man's car and instead of getting in the front, Derek threw Spencer onto the wide expanse of the backseat. At this point, both were too eager to begin their night of debauchery that they didn't care about being in the underground parking lot of the FBI headquarters, nor did they notice their unit chief catching a glimpse of them from his own car.
Aaron had heard the gentle tones of Derek Morgan and his ears had perked up, unintentionally tuning into the conversation. He realised quickly that it was less conversation and more the prelude to sex, and was fully ready to get in his car and drive off, that was until he heard the name "pretty boy". Only one person in the building was granted that nickname, none other than his employee, and occasional fuck toy, Spencer Reid.
Spencer moaned and it went straight to Aaron's dick. As the unit chief heard the sound of a car door opening, he decided to finally enter his own car. He was fully intending on driving home, but found that he was too distracted. He unzipped his pants, and opened the glove box where he stored personal affects, such as his gun and a bottle of lube. He whipped out his now throbbing penis, and slathered it with cold lube from his hand. Not in the mood for any teasing, the display in the garage was teasing enough, he worked hard and fast on himself. Knowing he was close, he shoved his tie in his mouth and bit down, exploding across his palm and shirt. Thick ribbons of hot cum shooting out over his dashboard. As he began to come down from the intense orgasm, he knew he'd have to arrange a talk with Spencer soon. He knew Spencer was a slut, he encouraged the fact, but he didn't like it when the person didn't know they had been seen, and he wanted to discipline him again.
Aaron took the tissues he kept next to the essential bottle of lube and began to clean off his sensitive cock. He'd occasionally buck into his hand, picturing Spencer cleaning him with kitten licks instead. Rather than letting that fantasy get him hard again, he tucked himself away and finally, finally, pulled away. He was certainly glad that Jack wasn't home, as he wasn't finished with his fun any time soon. He sent a text to Reid whilst at a stop sign.
A. Hotchner: next time you're gonna be a slut in the office, invite me along? And tell Derek that whilst you're his pretty boy, I'm still his daddy 😉