Fill: Morgan and Reid solo; voyeurism, unestablished
anonymous
October 30 2011, 23:50:53 UTC
Dark eyes narrowed on the cloudy glass of the shower. The door to the bathroom had been left open. The steam of the shower billowed over the top. But the thing that was to note was the lithe body framed in the glass. A long arm was braced against the shower's front wall, beneath the shower's head, the other was wrapped around the not unimpressive erection that stood proudly from his body.
Reid was masturbating in the shower. With the bathroom door open. Like he wanted to be found.
His unspoken request was happily filled and he watched through the smokey doors as Reid's hips stuttered forward into the curled tunnel of his hand. He hadn't realized that Reid had such a rounded ass, he'd never allowed himself to imagine what was hidden beneath the oversized clothing, never allowed himself to imagine the perfectly rounded globes of his ass. A beautiful compliment to the long back.
He slid a dark hand into his own pants and wrapped a calloused hand around his own erection. He was surprised how hard he was. He wasn't seeing anything explicit. It was shadows, hidden behind the glass and the steam, but it was so damned erotic. He leaned against the door to the bathroom and stroked himself quickly. Reid's hips thrust hard and fast into his hand and his head fell forward, resting on the outstretched arm braced against the wall.
He wanted that to be his hand wrapped around the turgid length, wanted it to be his hand that brought Reid's hips thrusting forward. He wanted to be the one who sent Reid to the edge. He tightened his hand around the tip of his own erection, the nail of his middle finger dug into the slit at the tip and he had to fight to not gasp as he rode the surprising waves of intense pleasure.
He stroked hard and fast as Reid moved. His eyes were riveted on the lithe form, and when his body tensed and then relaxed against the steamy doors, peach skin revealed as he panted in the wake of his orgasm. But what set him off, what made him follow Reid through to orgasm was the breathy and desperate Derek! that Reid exhaled as he came.
His hand tightened around his length and he spilled into the waiting fabric of his cotton boxers. Damned if he didn't get to taste that soon. He shivered as he backed out of the bathroom and fell across Reid's bed, spreadeagled.
Re: Fill: Morgan and Reid solo; voyeurism, unestablished
anonymous
November 4 2011, 04:41:33 UTC
I love this too! Thank you for making it so fantastically voyeuristic: not that I wouldn't have liked it if Derek had got in there to bone him, but I like how you made the mere perving the sexy part in itself. Especially the half-hidden behind glass and steam aspect, "what you might see", oh nom nom nom nom.
Reid was masturbating in the shower. With the bathroom door open. Like he wanted to be found.
His unspoken request was happily filled and he watched through the smokey doors as Reid's hips stuttered forward into the curled tunnel of his hand. He hadn't realized that Reid had such a rounded ass, he'd never allowed himself to imagine what was hidden beneath the oversized clothing, never allowed himself to imagine the perfectly rounded globes of his ass. A beautiful compliment to the long back.
He slid a dark hand into his own pants and wrapped a calloused hand around his own erection. He was surprised how hard he was. He wasn't seeing anything explicit. It was shadows, hidden behind the glass and the steam, but it was so damned erotic. He leaned against the door to the bathroom and stroked himself quickly. Reid's hips thrust hard and fast into his hand and his head fell forward, resting on the outstretched arm braced against the wall.
He wanted that to be his hand wrapped around the turgid length, wanted it to be his hand that brought Reid's hips thrusting forward. He wanted to be the one who sent Reid to the edge. He tightened his hand around the tip of his own erection, the nail of his middle finger dug into the slit at the tip and he had to fight to not gasp as he rode the surprising waves of intense pleasure.
He stroked hard and fast as Reid moved. His eyes were riveted on the lithe form, and when his body tensed and then relaxed against the steamy doors, peach skin revealed as he panted in the wake of his orgasm. But what set him off, what made him follow Reid through to orgasm was the breathy and desperate Derek! that Reid exhaled as he came.
His hand tightened around his length and he spilled into the waiting fabric of his cotton boxers. Damned if he didn't get to taste that soon. He shivered as he backed out of the bathroom and fell across Reid's bed, spreadeagled.
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