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“Thank you for grabbing take out, I don't have the strength to cook anything right now”, Spencer sighed, dropping his messenger bag beside the sofa before dropping almost face first into it too.
Hotch placed the two plastic bags on the table, careful not to drop anything. “It's okay, Spence. If anyone deserves to be pampered today it's you.”
He was right.
A team of two unsubs had been killing college girls in Wisconsin and just leaving random notes on their bodies. The geographical profile was a mess, with dumping sites so far away from the last one that no one would think to make a connection. That plus the graphology study that Hotch had asked him to focus on from the notes left on the corpses meant that the young genius was spent .
Thankfully, they managed to triangulate a smaller area and found the unsubs, case closed, back home.
“Careful, it's hot”, Aaron warned as he approached the unruly mop of hair face down against a sofa cushion with a bowl of curry.
A mumble tried to make itself heard. “What was that?” He asked, taking a seat beside his boyfriend, setting his own box of Chinese takeout on the coffee table, turning on the TV as background noise.
“Hot as you,” a bleary eyed Spencer Reid answered, sitting upright and smiling softly, his eyes lightly shining by the glow of the lamp. A deep chuckle rumbled in the older man's chest, rolling his eyes and giving his thigh a playful squeeze before Spencer grabbed the bowl from his hand.
He let out a groan, taking a bite of warm lamb, glad that Hotch hadn't argued about where to order. He wanted Indian and Aaron for some reason always wanted Chinese. His stomach grumbled happily, reminding him that he hadn't eaten a full meal in almost 2 days, surviving off of chips, cold turkey sandwiches from JJ and soda.
He was sure gonna get chastised for that, but oh well.
“Good?” Aaron asked, his mouth full of a dumpling covered in chili oil.
Spencer nodded eagerly, licking the corners of his lips. Their thighs were pressed together, neatly pressed suit pants against soft brown corduroy. This thing between them was excitingly new, stemming from late nights doing paperwork and shy looks, hands brushing whenever the other sat beside them on the jet back from a grueling case.
Until now, everything had been deliciously soft , bordering on domestic. Ordering take out, cooking dinner, watching old reruns from that weird show about coins that Aaron liked and the new Doctor Who episodes. Spencer leaned in to give him a peck on the side of his mouth, enjoying the subtle flush that adorned Aaron’s cheeks.
They hadn’t gone any further than heated make out sessions on Spencer’s couch, Aaron’s rough hands outlining his jaw and tangling in his hair. He liked kissing him, he would’ve never guessed he would’ve enjoyed exchanging saliva and germs so freaking much with another person voluntarily.
Every time Aaron’s hands wandered lower, skimming under his shirt and pressing himself against his side, he tried to reposition themselves. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Aaron touching him, god no, quite the opposite. He had begun jerking off almost religiously every night after Aaron left his apartment, imagining big hands mapping over his body, pinching his nipples and making him arch off the bed with a moan.
He felt like a horny teenager with his crush. Not that he had had attainable crushes when he was a teen -he still remembers that young CalTech chemistry lecturer- but that’s the way he felt whenever his boyfriend tried to make a move.
“Do you wanna stay the night?” Spencer muttered, stuffing his face with more lamb. Aaron grinned.
“Only if you want me to, darling.”
And that made it so much harder. He knew Aaron was a gentleman, always asking him if everything was alright, if he was comfortable, and maybe that was the bare minimum but he didn’t want sex to ruin what they had.
“I want you to”, he said with a soft smile.
“Then I’ll stay”, Aaron reciprocated, the warmth between them growing. He took the almost empty take out box off of his hands and placed it on the coffee table, the Doctor Who theme playing from the TV and pressed his lips against the older man’s, getting a subtle taste of coke and chili. Spencer hummed into the kiss, cradling Aaron’s face in his hands.
He could feel Aaron smiling against his lips, moving slowly over Spencer’s, tongue lazily stroking inside and ripping out soft sighs from the genius. Soon, he felt big hands over his shirt, playfully tugging at the end of his tie before moving to pinch lightly on his side. He didn’t break the kiss, letting Aaron’s fingers slip inside, warm from holding hot food, mapping over his ribs as he tangled his hands in the short hair of his nape.
Spencer groaned, nipping his lower lip briefly as Aaron’s nails scratched down his side, moving up and down, pinching a nipple. “ Fuck …” he gasped, diving in to kiss his boyfriend again. He moved his own hands to Aaron’s chest, feeling the hard muscles moving under his touch. Spencer yelped, taken aback and breaking the kiss when he felt a hand try and palm him over his pants, completely turning his hips and lower body from Aaron, shying away.
“Oh, I’m- I’m so sorry, Spence” Aaron quickly apologized, thinking that maybe he’d misread the signs, punishing himself for startling the younger man, raising his hands up. He could see that Spencer tried to duck his head, hoping he wouldn’t see the embarrassed bright shade of red that colored his cheeks, reaching the tip of his ears and disappearing under the soft cotton of his skewed dress shirt.
Spencer swallowed, both spit and shame, before he forced himself to look back at Aaron, knowing the man was probably blaming himself so hard he was on the verge of a crisis if he didn’t say anything. Hotch had a kicked puppy face that almost made Spencer sob .
“No it’s- You didn’t do anything w-wrong”, he tried to say. He sighed, grabbing the small sofa cushion and placing it over his pants, balling his hands into fists over it.
I can’t just not tell him, the poor man looks like he’s gonna burst into flames right in my living room.
He rubbed a hand over his face, Aaron on the other side of the sofa, giving him the space he thought he wanted. “The average penis size of a US male is between 5.16 to 5.5 inches when erect, one over 6.3 inches would fall into the 95 percentile which means that only 5 out of 100 people would be over that measurement”, he blurted without pause. “Likewise, an erect penis of 3.94 inches would be in the 5 percentile, meaning that only 5 out of 100 people would have a penis shorter than 3.94 inches.”
Aaron furrowed his brows, tilting his head lightly to the side, trying to figure out where Spencer was going with this information. He didn’t interrupt, feeling he should let the genius finish explaining his train of thought. “Actually, Virginia has an average of 6.29, a bit lower than Nevada which is 6.47, although most of the results are self reported so there’s a bit of bias to the study and-”
“Spencer”. Aaron decided to cut him, knowing that whatever thing Spencer wanted to tell him was not gonna be told if he just let the man yap.
The curly haired genius ducked his head again. “Sorry um… What I mean is that… You know how I told you you were my first ever real relationship?” he said, changing the topic.
Aaron nodded, looking at his young lover. “I’ve- I know you know how much Morgan and Prentiss tease me about not ‘gettin any’ but in all honesty I- '' He felt like he had a fever. “I’ve never really slept with anyone.”
Spencer dared look up at his boyfriend, “Before you say anything, it’s not v-virginity what’s bothering me. It’s such a weird social construct that people have and whilst I respect people who value it, I’m not one of those people.”
The older man wasn’t understanding what was the issue here, then. “So… What are you uncomfortable with then? I’m sorry if I overstepped or moved too fast, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want, baby”, he tried to reassure Spencer who was back again biting his lip and fiddling with the loose threads of the poor cushion.
“I didn’t have many friends in college, as you can imagine -he laughed self-deprecatingly- The older guys in my dorm hall paid me little attention, but I could tell they were bothered by the fact of being partially responsible for a teenager like me, who on top of that didn’t get many social cues.”
Aaron tried to picture young Spencer, in his oversized sweater vests, cute glasses and way too big of a satchel. He smiled adoringly at his boyfriend, placing slowly a hand over his, entwining their fingers together.
“The um… the girls on the other hand sorta adopted me. I spent a lot of time with two girls from one of my classes and they introduced me to their bigger friend group”, Aaron chuckled at the way Spencer gave a slight smile at that memory.
“They weren’t my friends though, they treated me more like… Like as if they were taking care of a kid, you know? Anyway, girl night talk was their weekly get together and I was brought in a couple of times, and they always seemed to complain abou- about their boyfriend’s d-dicks sizes. A-and also about how it always lasted so li-little”.
The blush was back again in full force and he was gripping Aaron’s hand in a vice grip. “I had n-never thought about mine until then. I was younger than their boyfriends, obviously, puberty didn’t end for me until I was almost done with my second PhD. I always th-thought it would gr-” Spencer shook his head, stuttering and unable to articulate the word. “Then I found out it was hard for me t-to… Um… T-to l-last as much as the research showed a r-real man should last ''.
His voice had dropped down to barely a whisper, if Aaron hadn’t leaned in closer he was sure he wouldn’t have heard the end of Spencer’s story. “I’m s-sorry. I know you’re not… used to a relationship being this awkward”, he mumbled, again not facing Aaron. “It’s just that, we’ve had such a great time until now and I didn’t want to ruin it…”
“Oh, sweetheart , you could never ruin anything”, Aaron hushed, using his other hand to gently lift Spencer’s chin up, making him lock eyes with him. Aaron felt his heart break at the look the young genius gave him, eyes shining with unshed tears, threatening to spill. “Thank you for telling me, can I- do you want me to touch you? ”
Spencer nodded meekly, his punishing grip on his hand not letting up. Aaron shuffled on the couch, pressing himself against Spencer and pulling him to his chest, stroking his hair gently like he would do to Jack when his son would have a nightmare.
“It 's okay. I’m not mad, the opposite, sweetheart. There’s not a single part or function of your body that I could hate. I can tell that those comments stung you deep, yeah? But, Spencer, listen to me, they don’t matter to me. The only one who has a say in what I like is me, and I like you , Spence. We all have our flaws, and if you’ll let me, I'd like to get to know them and show you how to love ‘em.” Aaron softly said, rubbing circles on Spencer’s shirt.
“I didn’t want you to leave”, came the muffled reply.
Aaron left a kiss on the top of his head, inhaling the smell of the sandalwood shampoo the genius always used, even on cases. “I’m not leaving unless you throw me out of here”, he joked, earning himself a light chuckle from his boyfriend.
“Can we go to b-bed?” Spencer mumbled against Aaron’s chest. “I wanna put on pj’s.”
Aaron smiled even if Spencer couldn’t see it. “Sure, do you want me to grab the Doctor Who cd? We can put it in your bedroom, you have a TV there, right?”
He felt the genius nodding against him, so he hummed and made a move to stand up, letting Spencer disentangle himself from his body and stand up from the couch. His hair was messier than when they had arrived, falling over his eyes, and his clothes askew with his shirt being out of his nice corduroys.
“Take a shower, I’ll clean up here and meet you there”, Aaron offered, grabbing Spencer by the loops of his pants and giving him a last kiss, getting a soft hum in response.
Aaron watched his boyfriend disappear from the living room into his bedroom and soon could hear the subtle noise of the shower being turned on. With a sigh he picked up their empty bowl and box, throwing the latter in the trash before he started washing spoons and forks and that weird green ceramic bowl Spencer loved.
He couldn’t place the feeling he had right then. On one hand he was happy and glad that Spencer had had the courage to open up and tell him what was really bothering him, and on the other, he felt furious against those college girls for having made him feel shameful and embarrassed of himself. He shook his head, grabbing the genius’ Doctor Who CD collection, this was about Spencer , he needed to focus on his boyfriend, and if he needed slow then Aaron would go as slow as he wanted.
Spencer was kinda panicking.
He had showered as Aaron had suggested and put on a soft worn pair of Star Trek pajama pants he’d bought with Garcia in one of the comic conventions they’d gone to and his too big academy t-shirt. Now, he was waiting on the bed with his legs crossed under him, the tips of his curls dripping slightly with water still, as he watched his boyfriend battling to connect the HDMI.
“Okay, I think it’s on.” Aaron grinned proudly, getting on the bed and nuzzling the younger man, placing a soft kiss over his collarbone.
He was sure Aaron could feel how tense he was, his body almost like a wounded up coil. “I want- can you-” he tried to say, his words jumbled together, feeling like a heavy lump in his throat.
Aaron looked at him with big concerned eyes, warm hand brushing over his own, not even noticing when he had gripped his own pants in a tight grip. “What do you want me to do, darling?”
“Wanna see you”, Spencer whispered, pink dusting his cheeks, biting his lip, as he slowly moved his hand from his own thigh to Aaron’s side, the soft cotton of his white shirt under his fingertips.
The older man smiled, kissing him a bit more passionately this time, similar to the way he had back on the sofa as he worked on unbuttoning his shirt, grateful for having left his suit jacket in the living room. Spencer closed his eyes briefly, savoring the taste of Aaron’s lips under his own, the feel of his silky tongue ripping a moan from his throat.
“Good?” Aaron asked, breaking apart and letting Spencer feast his eyes, the younger man taking notice of the number of scars that marred his chest. He’d never actually seen the results of what Foyet had done, obviously having seen it on his previous victims and on the man himself, and he shouldn’t have been as shocked as he was since he knew that Foyet had left Aaron with the same scars the Reaper had. But it was one thing knowing that and another seeing them on his lover’s body, curving with the muscle, slightly pinkier and raised.
His hand slowly traced the hard lines, fingertips dancing over warm skin, feeling so much love and admiration for the man in front of him. “Very good”, Spencer breathed, letting himself marvel for a moment. He brushed his hand over the hairs that covered most of his chest, dark and soft, trailing a clear path that disappeared below his navel into his pants.
“Can I take your t-shirt off, darling?”
Spencer nodded eagerly, craving the older man’s rough hands over his abdomen just as he’d imagined many nights before in the privacy of his bedroom. And soon he found himself thrown back down on the bed, damp golden brown curls like a halo over his pillow, as Aaron’s calloused hands mapped over his lithe torso oh so gently, as if he were the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid his eyes on.
A trail of kisses were left from his clavicle down to his belly button, making him giggle and squirm. “Tickles”, Spencer gasped, smiling as he tried to hold onto Aaron. “I like the feeling of your stubble.”
“Don’t tempt me, I’ll end up growing a beard”, came the humored response.
This was nice, having Aaron settled between his legs, leaving wet kisses all over his chest and abdomen, hands roaming, pinching and scratching. Yet, he stilled and sucked in a breath when the older man stopped hovering over him and instead pressed their bodies together, chest to chest.
He was sure Aaron could feel him through his pants.
Moving his head to the side, he didn’t dare look at Aaron, the bright red once again coloring his cheeks.
Aaron was, aside from a great profiler, a good lover and took notice of the change in his partner’s noises and body language. “Spence, baby , I’m not gonna be disappointed”, he tried to reassure the younger man, straightening himself so he wasn’t in contact with the genius’ groin. “If I was anywhere near disappointed I wouldn’t be this hard”.
Spencer turned back and saw where Aaron was pointing, his very noticeable erection straining against the dark gray of his suit pants.
Fuck, he’s big, I can tell from the outline .
The image made him flush even redder, knowing that Aaron was right. “I’ll take them off”, he whispered, trying not to think and just- get it done.
Aaron had moved to the other side of the bed, making it more comfortable for him when he lifted his hips and peeled off pants and boxers in one single go, not going back. He closed his eyes, feeling exposed and vulnerable. His breathing picked up, feeling hot all over before he felt a thumb brushing over his cheek.
“Spencer, sweetheart, open your eyes”.
Spencer bit his lip but obeyed, meeting darkened eyes staring at him with a mix of desire and plain adoration, something he wasn’t used to. “You’re beautiful, darling”, Aaron whispered, letting his hand fall and stroke Spencer’s side, moving then to grab his thigh, squeezing and massaging upwards the pale skin until he drew a throaty moan, his fingers grazing the juncture where his thigh met his groin.
“So pretty, just for me, right? You’re so hard for me, darling, look at how amazing you are”. Spencer whimpered at the praise, his hips bucking up lightly when Aaron’s fingers skimmed over the tight skin of his balls. Spencer’s cock laid nestled surrounded by brown neatly trimmed hair, angrily hard. It was small , probably in that low percentage the genius’ had mentioned earlier, but not that small to label it problematic; a cute size.
With a gasp, Spencer spoke. “It’s- I’m just over 3.15 inc-inches when fully hard”, he stuttered, whimpering when Aaron wrapped a hand over him, enveloping it almost completely . The spongy head, already wet with precum, barely showing, Aaron having to grip strictly from the base for it to lightly show.
That’s fucking hot . Aaron thought, groaning at the image in front of him. He chucked his own pants off, throwing them over the side of the bed, not caring where they fell, he just needed them off.
“A-Aaron”, Spencer whined, lifting his hips from the bed, searching for friction, anything .
Aaron licked his lips, not realizing he’d just been staring at his boyfriend arching off the bed, looking absolutely ravishing right then and there. He leaned down, half covering Spencer’s torso with his own, his teeth grazing the skin as he began to stroke him ever so slowly after spitting on his hand, making the younger man moan at the action.
Up. And down. Wet… Oh fuck, he’s so hot.
Aaron’s mouth found a nipple, licking over it, pulling it into his mouth. “F-Fuck!” Spencer moaned, throwing his head back against the pillow, his hips jerking under Aaron’s grip. The older man grinned, releasing his mouth and replacing it with his free hand, pinching the hard nub curiously. “P-Please”, he whined.
Spencer clawed at Aaron’s back as he kept leaving bites over his chest, his heels digging into his mattress as he felt the familiar tingling warmth settle low in his abdomen. He wanted to cry as Aaron kept moving his hand over his cock, just the right amount of pressure.
Please please no no just- longer please .
Aaron flicked his wrist, rubbing his head, his thumb stroking his slit, just the way Spencer was used to doing it alone and the genius was done for .
He was cumming . Not even 3 fucking minutes in.
Spencer arched his back, closing his eyes as he let the pleasure wash over him, feeling the hot splashes of his own cum reach his stomach, knowing that Aaron probably had the most on his own hands. He heaved, his chest going up and down with each panicked breath he took. His legs were still slightly shaking from the orgasm as he covered his face with the back of his right arm, even closing his eyes, anything to not to look at Aaron. His ears were ringing, still a light fog over his mind after cumming.
This is why we shouldn’t have agreed to this! Now he’ll think I’m weird and just-
Spencer’s thoughts were going thousand miles an hour in his head, trying to calm his racing heart and slow his breathing; it felt like he was going to choke. He said it was fine! Why am I so worried he’s gonna call me a freak, laugh at me and leave? Oh fuck, it’s still so embarrasing, it was 2 minutes and 36 seconds! He’d have a better time with anyone other than me…
He hadn’t even realized he had started crying until a strong voice managed to reach his ears. “Spencer, Spencer honey , look at me. Don’t cry darling, there’s no reason.” He felt how warm hands tried to manhandle him into a sitting position until he sat straight, looking down at his lap, still unable to meet his eyes.
“Sweetheart c'mon Spence, look at me, I'm not mad”, Aaron tried to make his words reassure his boyfriend who had the bed sheets twisted in his fist until he finally opened his eyes and looked at Aaron, hazel eyes wet with tears as he tried to reign in the sobs that had begun wrecking his lithe body.
Aaron's heart broke at the scene, worried lines on his face, his hand coming up to rub soothing circles and lines on his back until the crying subsided.
“Better now? Can we talk about this, darling?” Aaron offered tentatively, trying to make the younger man see that it was fine.
Spencer nodded, sniffing and accepting the tissue Aaron had grabbed from his nightstand, blowing his nose after drying the tears. “Yeah… I'm- I'm sorry, Aaron. I know you said it was fine b-but I wasn't clear that s-size wasn't the only negative thing about sex with me but also t-time”, Spencer started, drawing his legs up.
Aaron sighed, saddened by the fact that this was a very rooted insecurity his boyfriend had, probably since he was even younger. “Sweetheart, I want you to remember that when I said that there was nothing your body did that I could hate, I meant that no matter what size or how much you can last, I'll still- I'll love you , Spencer.”
Spencer's eyes went wide. It was the first time any one of them had said those 3 words.
“You-” he stuttered, swallowing. “What?”
Aaron flushed red, realizing that he had said it, and not exactly like he'd ever planned to tell the younger man. But he wasn't taking back those words, no.
“I love you, Spencer. I love every part of your body”, he kissed his cheek, damp with tears. “I love that incredible brain of yours”, he lightly flicked his temple, earning himself a chuckle from his lover.
“And believe it or not” - Aaron started a new trail of wet kisses down his abdomen, licking the remains of cum - “I love your cock, and I don't care if you can last 2, 3 or 25 minutes, because I know you're enjoying yourself… us.”
Spencer hadn't stopped looking down at Aaron, mouth agape ever since those 3 words left his lover's mouth. Aaron loved him . He wasn't weirded out, or would make fun of him… He loved him.
“I…” Spencer gulped, feeling his cheeks burning. “Aaron, I love you too, you dork ”, he giggled, rolling his eyes, taking in the situation in which they were in: naked, both covered in his own cum and spit. Clearly the most romantic of situations for their first ‘I love you’s’.
Aaron smiled at him, his dimples showing, the smile that always made Spencer melt. His hand flew up to cup his boyfriend’s face, the older man leaning closer until the genius closed the small gap, tasting his tears mixed with what was just Aaron . He parted his lips, letting his tongue tangle with his own. He felt Aaron groaning into their kiss, bed dipping as he shuffled, knees in between one of Spencer’s legs.
“Do you- Do you wanna keep going?” Aaron panted, breaking the kiss but staying close, their foreheads touching. His voice was soft, filled with concern and desire. Spencer could feel that Aaron was still half-hard and now quickly recovering his erection.
Spencer nodded, his best puppy eyes receiving a hearty laugh from the dark haired man whose hand trailed down from his nipples to his cock, surprising Aaron when he found Spencer already half-hard. He raised an eyebrow, still smiling.
Aaron’s voice was husky when he spoke. “Hard already again, baby?” He enjoyed the way pink colored his lover’s cheeks, the blush spreading down his neck to the upper part of his chest. He wrapped his hand again around his cock, feeling it twitch in his grip.
“S-Short refractory period”, Spencer gasped as Aaron gave a couple mindless tugs, his eyes drilling into him, drinking every reaction, every gasp and moan he was drawing out of his young lover.
Aaron pecked him on the lips before throwing another leg over Spencer, straddling him. Spencer bucked his hips when he felt Hotch’s much much bigger cock brush against his balls before it bobbed back up, the tip already wet with precum Spencer just wanted to lick and put the whole thing in his mouth. He wondered if Aaron would let him another day, make him fall on his knees and let Aaron fuck his throat as he pleased .
Another time , Spencer thought, not realizing that Aaron had grabbed the lube Spencer kept in his bedside table, lining both their cocks together.
“A-Aar- Oh my god- Yes” Spencer whimpered as Aaron grabbed their cocks, stroking them both, their obvious size difference making the older man groan at the image. Spencer’s small cock almost disappeared entirely whenever Aaron stroked upward, not even managing to touch his own head if he wanted to keep Spencer’s in his grip.
“Feels good, baby?” Aaron hummed, trying to keep himself from going too fast, minding Spencer, wanting to draw it out. “You like my big cock next to yours? Hmm? Yeah, that’s it sweetheart, you sound so pretty”, Aaron praised at a high pitched whimper that escaped Spencer’s throat.
“Yes, oh god, yes, Aaron,” Spencer panted, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure, his body trembling with the intensity of it all. He clawed at Aaron’s back, blunt nails leaving bright red streaks that would sting under the shower.
Aaron leaned in, his breath hot against Spencer’s ear. “Fuck, Spence, I can’t wait to fuck you someday. You’d like that, darling? Filling you up, stretching you open with my cock, maybe I’ll use my tongue first, get you nice and wet .”
The genius whined, wanting- no, needing Aaron to do it, to fucking pound him into the matress. “Yeah… That’s it, baby. Bet you’d look so good on my cock, taking me like the good boy you are.” That last part got a groan and a thrust from Spencer.
Aaron continued, his hand moving faster, the friction driving them both closer to the edge. “Such a good boy for me, aren’t you, Spence? You’re gonna cum, baby?” Aaron chuckled darkly, twisting his wrist in every stroke now.
Spencer arched off the bed, his leg locking in behind Aaron. “Please, please .”
He leaned forward, his fist not stopping as he licked into his lover’s mouth roughly, a string of saliva connecting them when he broke apart. “Come for me, love. Show me how pretty you look when you cum”, Aaron purred.
With a few more strokes, Spencer was gone, crying out Aaron’s name as he came hard, his release spilling over Aaron’s hand, his small cock twitching as his boyfriend milked him for everything he’d got. The image sent Aaron over the edge as well, opening his mouth as a low moan was ripped from his throat, his hips bucking forward until he shot his load over Spencer’s abdomen.
“Fuck, Spence, shit”. Aaron fell forward, wrapping his body with Spencer’s, both trembling and slippery with sweat and sticky with cum. They both panted, trying to catch their breaths after what had just happened.
Spencer sighed contently, enjoying the scrape of Aaron’s stubble as he kissed and nosed his throat, sucking some more marks on his jawline. Both men looked at eachother adoringly, Aaron’s dark eyes glinting against the glow of the lamp.
“You were amazing, sweetheart. I love you so much”, Aaron whispered, nuzzling him, ignoring the sticky mess they were in. Spencer hummed, smiling dopily, sated and just… happy .
Spencer chuckled weakly, turning his head to meet Aaron's gaze. “You always know how to make me feel amazing.” He pressed a gentle kiss to the older man’s lips.
Aaron smirked after pulling away. “Just wait until round two. I’m not done with you yet.”
Rolling his eyes playfully, Spencer accepted the challenge. “Yeah? The old man is gonna fuck me now, is he?”
Aaron faked mock insult. “As I recall, you were whining for this ‘old man’ to make you cum, or maybe that’s my hearing that needs checking”, he teased, pinching his boyfriend’s side. Spencer’s smile widened, toothy grin making Aaron’s chest feel warm all over.
The Doctor Who outro took them both by surprise. Spencer gave Aaron a last kiss before stretching his arms above his head. “How about a shower? And cuddles, yep, definitely need cuddles after”.
Aaron chuckled, pushing a strand of hair from Spencer’s eyes. “Okay, okay. Shower and cuddles.” He stroked his chin as if thinking about it. “Sounds like a plan.”
Spencer watched as Aaron stood up, “I love you, Aaron”.
The look Aaron gave him almost made him melt right there on the bed. “I love you so much, Spence. Always remember that.”
Cuddles were amazing that night.
And they were even better all the nights that followed.