His Story, chapter 11: The World Before The Sunrise (CM, H/R, NC-17)
Title: His Story, chapter 11: The World Before Sunrise
Author: common_psycho
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: The sex part and how can that ever be a warning? ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own CM or them. Obvious thing is obvious.
Notes: Sorry that this ch took so long! I hope those who have been following this like it
***
Where one chapter ends, another begins. And although it is an uncharted territory it doesn’t have to mean it’s a hostile one. Feeling fear doesn’t necessarily mean danger, it’s just an instinct. And the desire to live in a moment and forget everything else wipes even that away.
It’s a mix of familiarity and newness. The way they know each other so well but the level of contact is something they’ve never had before and therefore it’s exciting and strange. The doubts about what and what not to do are lurking under the surface but they’re leading each other where it is they instinctively want to go, like the way Hotch is leading him backwards towards the bedroom and he’s not resisting. A part of his mind is screaming with terror, demanding to know the outcome before the event, but the bigger part tells it to shut up and enjoy the moment. And he does enjoy, like only a person who’s been sure not to get what he wants from life and then being granted that exact thing can. He never expected to feel Hotch’s hands on his body, never expected Hotch to get on him after pushing him onto a bed. He never expected to feel such a sexual desire for another human being.
And as Hotch is on top of him and they look into each other’s eyes he’s relieved to notice he’s not the only one being slightly frightened by the strength of it all. It’s floodgates being opened, a record stopped after a rewind to this particular moment, a black hole which gravitational pull they can no longer escape. It wasn’t and then it is, with nothing in between. They’re ready to push the rest of the world aside to have this.
Hotch leans in and he closes his eyes as they kiss again and puts his hands around Hotchs back to pull him even closer, thinking “why aren’t you closer yet?” When Hotch gets up and away from his embrace it puzzles him momentarily, but then Hotch sits up on his waist to shove his jacket from his shoulders and to pull his tie lose and over his head and Reid gets his reasoning. And then Hotch is tugging on his knit prompting him to sit up so he can pull it off as well. His mind doesn’t seem to be working like it generally does, but it doesn’t interest him as it should for his eyes are fixated on Hotch’s hands working on the knot of his tie and the quick pace in which his chest is rising beneath his shirt. When his tie is out of the way Hotch gently fingers the top button of his shirt, and when he doesn’t object opens it, and then another… realizing that he’s going to be stripped and not liking to be naked, at least if he’s the only one he takes his hand to Hotch’s chest and feels the fabric of his shirt under his shaking fingers. Wondering where all his courage went he pushes his face to Hotch’s neck to breathe in his scent and Hotch gives half a chuckle to his sudden coyness, and it betrays that Hotch is slightly nervous himself. Hotch stops with Reid’s shirt, takes Reid’s hand to the collar of his own and together they work the first few buttons. It’s not the easiest way to do it but it gets Reid to continue on his own. Reid slides the shirt off his shoulders and down his back, feeling his skin under his fingertips. He touches his shoulders again, ghosts his fingers over his clavicles. He keeps his eyes shifted down as he slides his hands along Hotch’s arms to open the buttons on his sleeves, their fingers brushing slightly before he finds them. When Hotch has his shirt completely off Hotch makes a sudden thrust forward and he barely manages to get his hands on the bed to support him. Their parted lips are almost touching and he can feel and hear Hotch’s breathing as they take in the same air. Hotch is not being as patient with the buttons of Reids shirt. It sends shivers down his spine and to his groin and he’s more than willing to assist to get it off.
Hotch pushes him to lie down and they come skin to skin, mouth to mouth, wanting to feel all that they hadn’t felt before. Reid slides his hands on the lows and rises of Hotch’s muscled back and his fingers through his hair. Although technically he knows that in these kind of situations no part of the body is off-limits and endorses it, he still shivers as Hotch caresses his sides and his chest, and jerks a little as he grasps his ass before continuing to rub the back of his thigh. Yet it encourages him to struggle his other leg free as well so he can have Hotch completely settled between his legs and push his hips up so their groins rub together. Hotch grunts into their breathless kiss and then they start moving rhythmically against each other.
Reid feels a little embarrassed about making any unintended noises even in general, being worried that he’d sound ridiculous, but Hotch just seems to get more aroused by the slight moans and gasps that escape his lips. He can’t help it because it just feels so good and he’s so out of breath and his heart is thumping against his ribcage. He desperately wants more, but still his mind panics a little when Hotch suddenly stops kissing and biting his neck and rises enough to get his hand between them and he hears the clinking sound of Hotch’s belt buckle as he opens it. He doesn’t like being naked in front of anyone, especially if it’s a person he’d like to impress, but he forces himself to take lead of his mind and finds his own hands slipping down to his own belt, loosening it and opening the button of his pants. Hotch leans back to kiss him, but more softly and patiently this time. He stops for a while so they can look at each other. They’re both a bit tense, chests heaving and with slightly swollen lips.
“Is this alright?” Hotch asks, reading his sudden nervousness as he begins to slowly slide his warm palm downwards over Reid’s stomach.
Reid just nods, grins and pulls Hotch into a kiss. If someone would have told him a week ago that in seven days from now he’d be touching Hotch’s cock and Hotch would be touching his he would have thought they’d gone completely mental.
He touches Hotch’s stomach with his fingertips and then they have to shuffle around a bit to get to a position where they can both touch each other, forgetting that there ever was any hesitation. Again the way they kiss doesn’t leave much room for breathing, though air would be much appreciated when Hotch’s hand reaches and rubs his shaft through his underwear for the first time.
His own exploring hand touches the fabric of Hotch’s briefs and after a split second of hesitation he takes a firmer hold of the thing he’s curious to study in more detail. It’s much like he’d imagined it to be, not that he’d ever admit of thinking about it if anyone would have asked. He’s wondering if he’s able to give as much pleasure as he’s currently receiving and is relieved when Hotch breaks the kiss to gasp as he continues to move his hand up and down the already hardened length. Reid takes a look of his face to notice his eyes are closed and the sounds he’s making are almost pained whimpers. As he tries to slid his hand under the fabric Hotch pulls away and sits up, pushing down the rest of his clothes from his waist and ripping them off. Reid’s mesmerized for now it’s the first time he can take a proper look of Hotch completely naked. But Hotch doesn’t give him much time to admire his view and he barely manages to raise his hips before Hotch yanks off his pants as well. It’s such a turn on to be undressed that way, and even more when Hotch is back on top of him, rubbing his member with firm strokes now with nothing in the way, just skin against skin. Now it’s him who has to close his eyes and moan and gasp.
“God, I want you” Hotch murmurs to his ear which sends all sorts of shivers down his stomach, groin and thighs.
“You can have me. All of me” he answers, breathlessly, and nuzzles his nose against Hotch’s temple.
Hotch stops and raises his head to take a look into his eyes to determine whether Reid’s actually saying what he thinks he’s saying. He frowns.
“If you want to” Reid adds, suddenly insecure.
“It’s not about wanting, I just don’t wish to hurt you”
“You can’t. Not like this. Not when I want it”
Hotch bows his head and puts his face against Reid’s neck before looking up again.
“Are you sure of this?” he asks, suddenly not so confident and looking at his face tells it’s evident that this refers to more than just the question of bodily penetration.
“Yes. Just touch me already” Reid whispers with conviction, looking into Hotch’s eyes without wavering.
“Do you have a…” but before he could finish Reid reached his hand out and tapped the second drawer of his nightstand. Hotch got off him to open the drawer but before he could Reid grabbed his arm.
“I’m clean by the way”
“I know” Hotch smiled at him and reached out to touch his cheek gently.
“So am I” he continued turning back to the drawer and quickly finding what he was looking for.
***
It was undoubtedly the most intimate part of the human body, but he trusted Hotch explicitly. Not that it was his first time, but it had been a while for he wasn’t so keen about being touched by strangers. At least not gently and with care. Before he had just wanted to be over with his needs, which he had almost felt ashamed about. But with Hotch he didn’t want to rush, not more than what was necessary anyway.
Hotch pushed his knee to get his legs wider apart and continued with sliding his fingers along his inner thigh so his touch wouldn’t come as a surprise. Reid noticed his own breathing to quicken and his legs slightly trembling. Hotch’s hand made a detour to his cock, rubbing it with ease with a lube moistened fingers. Reid was bit embarrassed about being looked at that intensely while being pleasured like that, not knowing how flushed his face was, as he was not completely being able to control his expressions.
“You should relax”, Hotch whispered and smiled down at him.
“I’m trying, but you’re staring at me”
Hotch made an amused sound but leaned in to kiss the side of his face, moving on to his earlobe and the spot below it.
“Better now?” There was a smile in his voice.
“Hm-mm” Reid hummed, being too occupied with the sensations of Hotch’s kisses and his slight stubble scratching his neck.
When Hotch’s hand moved from his testicles and he heard Hotch handling the lube again Reid held his breath, anticipating the next touch. Hotch did as he done before, starting from his thigh, but not stopping this time and his fingers find their destination rubbing gently his entrance in circling motions. Reid has to take air in again. He stared at the ceiling, grasping on to Hotch’s shoulders. He consciously tried to relax his abdominal muscles and his thighs, but it was hard as he was thinking how that was Hotch’s hand, those were his fingers and that… well.
Hotch leaned his forehead against Reid’s, both of them trying to control their breathing and arousal. Reid felt the first finger pushing its way in slowly, and he almost wanted to say that Hotch didn’t have be so careful. That it didn’t hurt, that he wasn’t going to break. But instead he just enjoyed the intimacy, and how they breathed against each other’s lips. He slipped his hand to rub Hotch’s cock and grinned to himself as he heard Hotch’s breath catch and how his touches become less careful as he slid another finger in. Reid’s began to feel the stretch. The thought of the unique blend of slight pain and intense pleasure made him shiver pleasantly, so he just increased the speed at which he moved his hand on Hotch’s cock. He’s pleased to hear him grunt. Although he misses the feeling of Hotch’s fingers caressing his insides the fact that he has moved his hand to grab Reid’s wrist tells him that Hotch’s about ready to lose it. He grabs Hotch’s’ arms and tries to pull him on top of him and between his legs.
“It almost always hurts a little, you can’t change that. And that’s how I want it, so just let yourself take what you want and what you need”
Hotch frowned at him, looking at him like a stranger, and Reid knew it was the lust and arousal that colored his words and gave him the courage to be so blunt.
“Hotch, I want you and you can’t break me” he continued, looking into Hotch’s eyes.
“God, do you think I don’t know that? No one can”
Hotch stopped resisting his pull and gave him a strong, almost bruising kiss. For a moment they just kissed like that, messy and horny, Reid wrapped his legs around Hotch’s waist and their bodies rocked against each other. It was Hotch who broke their kiss and looked for the lube again. After lubricating himself he grabbed Reid’s hips and pulled him into better position beneath him.
He eased his fingers in again and Reid let his head fall back to the covers with a sigh, while moving his hips to meet Hotch’s fingers. In the dim light of the lamp on the table he watched Hotch’s face glisten with the slightest veil of sweat and his parted lips moist with their shared saliva. Hotch seemed to read his mind and bent down to kiss him. Hotch let his fingers slide out of him and soon Reid felt a different kind of stretch as Hotch began to slowly push into him. As Hotch was fully in he was gasping and his limbs trembled as he tried to stay still to let Reid’s body adjust. The initial penetration hadn’t hurt much and now Reid was just watching Hotch’s face in awe, as he had never seen him as uncontrolled before.
He encouraged Hotch to move and he did, first slowly and with small movements, they were both too impatient to take it truly slow. There was a slight burn when Hotch pulled out and a sharp sting as he thrust in .There was a cramping in Reids abdominal muscles, but it was a good pain, one to ease and change with his body getting used to the presence, but it made those unintended whines and gasps escape his lips. Hotch tried to slow down, but Reid wanted more and pulled him closer with his legs wrapped around Hotch’s waist and his fingers burrowing into the skin on his shoulders and in his hair.
Knowing that for the first time it truly was someone he wanted to do this with, that it was Hotch, made the feeling of his body being filled up to the brink amazing. He didn’t want to wait, he wanted it all now.
After the initial clumsiness their bodies found their rhythm. As his body adjusted the slight pain subsided and the pleasure emerged and he tried to pull Hotch even closer to his body. Hotch’s eyes were almost closed as they kissed and he slipped his hand to touch Reid’s cock. His usually controlled features where now those of desire, lust and affection. It felt unbelievable that Reid brought those emotions to surface from him, but he chose to believe it. Then he didn’t care anymore about the sounds he was making, he only concentrated to the moans of Hotch. It was just sheer bliss, that of body and mind together. He felt Hotch in him, the touch of his fingers, his breathing close to his face…
It wasn’t too long that he felt it burst within him, something he couldn’t control or slow down, something he just needed to let happen and it wasn’t a bad thing at all…
It might have been his voice that cried out, it might have been his back that bent, and it might have been Hotch who gasped on top of him as he came into his body. It most likely was.
Author: common_psycho
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: The sex part and how can that ever be a warning? ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own CM or them. Obvious thing is obvious.
Notes: Sorry that this ch took so long! I hope those who have been following this like it
***
Where one chapter ends, another begins. And although it is an uncharted territory it doesn’t have to mean it’s a hostile one. Feeling fear doesn’t necessarily mean danger, it’s just an instinct. And the desire to live in a moment and forget everything else wipes even that away.
It’s a mix of familiarity and newness. The way they know each other so well but the level of contact is something they’ve never had before and therefore it’s exciting and strange. The doubts about what and what not to do are lurking under the surface but they’re leading each other where it is they instinctively want to go, like the way Hotch is leading him backwards towards the bedroom and he’s not resisting. A part of his mind is screaming with terror, demanding to know the outcome before the event, but the bigger part tells it to shut up and enjoy the moment. And he does enjoy, like only a person who’s been sure not to get what he wants from life and then being granted that exact thing can. He never expected to feel Hotch’s hands on his body, never expected Hotch to get on him after pushing him onto a bed. He never expected to feel such a sexual desire for another human being.
And as Hotch is on top of him and they look into each other’s eyes he’s relieved to notice he’s not the only one being slightly frightened by the strength of it all. It’s floodgates being opened, a record stopped after a rewind to this particular moment, a black hole which gravitational pull they can no longer escape. It wasn’t and then it is, with nothing in between. They’re ready to push the rest of the world aside to have this.
Hotch leans in and he closes his eyes as they kiss again and puts his hands around Hotchs back to pull him even closer, thinking “why aren’t you closer yet?” When Hotch gets up and away from his embrace it puzzles him momentarily, but then Hotch sits up on his waist to shove his jacket from his shoulders and to pull his tie lose and over his head and Reid gets his reasoning. And then Hotch is tugging on his knit prompting him to sit up so he can pull it off as well. His mind doesn’t seem to be working like it generally does, but it doesn’t interest him as it should for his eyes are fixated on Hotch’s hands working on the knot of his tie and the quick pace in which his chest is rising beneath his shirt. When his tie is out of the way Hotch gently fingers the top button of his shirt, and when he doesn’t object opens it, and then another… realizing that he’s going to be stripped and not liking to be naked, at least if he’s the only one he takes his hand to Hotch’s chest and feels the fabric of his shirt under his shaking fingers. Wondering where all his courage went he pushes his face to Hotch’s neck to breathe in his scent and Hotch gives half a chuckle to his sudden coyness, and it betrays that Hotch is slightly nervous himself. Hotch stops with Reid’s shirt, takes Reid’s hand to the collar of his own and together they work the first few buttons. It’s not the easiest way to do it but it gets Reid to continue on his own. Reid slides the shirt off his shoulders and down his back, feeling his skin under his fingertips. He touches his shoulders again, ghosts his fingers over his clavicles. He keeps his eyes shifted down as he slides his hands along Hotch’s arms to open the buttons on his sleeves, their fingers brushing slightly before he finds them. When Hotch has his shirt completely off Hotch makes a sudden thrust forward and he barely manages to get his hands on the bed to support him. Their parted lips are almost touching and he can feel and hear Hotch’s breathing as they take in the same air. Hotch is not being as patient with the buttons of Reids shirt. It sends shivers down his spine and to his groin and he’s more than willing to assist to get it off.
Hotch pushes him to lie down and they come skin to skin, mouth to mouth, wanting to feel all that they hadn’t felt before. Reid slides his hands on the lows and rises of Hotch’s muscled back and his fingers through his hair. Although technically he knows that in these kind of situations no part of the body is off-limits and endorses it, he still shivers as Hotch caresses his sides and his chest, and jerks a little as he grasps his ass before continuing to rub the back of his thigh. Yet it encourages him to struggle his other leg free as well so he can have Hotch completely settled between his legs and push his hips up so their groins rub together. Hotch grunts into their breathless kiss and then they start moving rhythmically against each other.
Reid feels a little embarrassed about making any unintended noises even in general, being worried that he’d sound ridiculous, but Hotch just seems to get more aroused by the slight moans and gasps that escape his lips. He can’t help it because it just feels so good and he’s so out of breath and his heart is thumping against his ribcage. He desperately wants more, but still his mind panics a little when Hotch suddenly stops kissing and biting his neck and rises enough to get his hand between them and he hears the clinking sound of Hotch’s belt buckle as he opens it. He doesn’t like being naked in front of anyone, especially if it’s a person he’d like to impress, but he forces himself to take lead of his mind and finds his own hands slipping down to his own belt, loosening it and opening the button of his pants. Hotch leans back to kiss him, but more softly and patiently this time. He stops for a while so they can look at each other. They’re both a bit tense, chests heaving and with slightly swollen lips.
“Is this alright?” Hotch asks, reading his sudden nervousness as he begins to slowly slide his warm palm downwards over Reid’s stomach.
Reid just nods, grins and pulls Hotch into a kiss. If someone would have told him a week ago that in seven days from now he’d be touching Hotch’s cock and Hotch would be touching his he would have thought they’d gone completely mental.
He touches Hotch’s stomach with his fingertips and then they have to shuffle around a bit to get to a position where they can both touch each other, forgetting that there ever was any hesitation. Again the way they kiss doesn’t leave much room for breathing, though air would be much appreciated when Hotch’s hand reaches and rubs his shaft through his underwear for the first time.
His own exploring hand touches the fabric of Hotch’s briefs and after a split second of hesitation he takes a firmer hold of the thing he’s curious to study in more detail. It’s much like he’d imagined it to be, not that he’d ever admit of thinking about it if anyone would have asked. He’s wondering if he’s able to give as much pleasure as he’s currently receiving and is relieved when Hotch breaks the kiss to gasp as he continues to move his hand up and down the already hardened length. Reid takes a look of his face to notice his eyes are closed and the sounds he’s making are almost pained whimpers. As he tries to slid his hand under the fabric Hotch pulls away and sits up, pushing down the rest of his clothes from his waist and ripping them off. Reid’s mesmerized for now it’s the first time he can take a proper look of Hotch completely naked. But Hotch doesn’t give him much time to admire his view and he barely manages to raise his hips before Hotch yanks off his pants as well. It’s such a turn on to be undressed that way, and even more when Hotch is back on top of him, rubbing his member with firm strokes now with nothing in the way, just skin against skin. Now it’s him who has to close his eyes and moan and gasp.
“God, I want you” Hotch murmurs to his ear which sends all sorts of shivers down his stomach, groin and thighs.
“You can have me. All of me” he answers, breathlessly, and nuzzles his nose against Hotch’s temple.
Hotch stops and raises his head to take a look into his eyes to determine whether Reid’s actually saying what he thinks he’s saying. He frowns.
“If you want to” Reid adds, suddenly insecure.
“It’s not about wanting, I just don’t wish to hurt you”
“You can’t. Not like this. Not when I want it”
Hotch bows his head and puts his face against Reid’s neck before looking up again.
“Are you sure of this?” he asks, suddenly not so confident and looking at his face tells it’s evident that this refers to more than just the question of bodily penetration.
“Yes. Just touch me already” Reid whispers with conviction, looking into Hotch’s eyes without wavering.
“Do you have a…” but before he could finish Reid reached his hand out and tapped the second drawer of his nightstand. Hotch got off him to open the drawer but before he could Reid grabbed his arm.
“I’m clean by the way”
“I know” Hotch smiled at him and reached out to touch his cheek gently.
“So am I” he continued turning back to the drawer and quickly finding what he was looking for.
***
It was undoubtedly the most intimate part of the human body, but he trusted Hotch explicitly. Not that it was his first time, but it had been a while for he wasn’t so keen about being touched by strangers. At least not gently and with care. Before he had just wanted to be over with his needs, which he had almost felt ashamed about. But with Hotch he didn’t want to rush, not more than what was necessary anyway.
Hotch pushed his knee to get his legs wider apart and continued with sliding his fingers along his inner thigh so his touch wouldn’t come as a surprise. Reid noticed his own breathing to quicken and his legs slightly trembling. Hotch’s hand made a detour to his cock, rubbing it with ease with a lube moistened fingers. Reid was bit embarrassed about being looked at that intensely while being pleasured like that, not knowing how flushed his face was, as he was not completely being able to control his expressions.
“You should relax”, Hotch whispered and smiled down at him.
“I’m trying, but you’re staring at me”
Hotch made an amused sound but leaned in to kiss the side of his face, moving on to his earlobe and the spot below it.
“Better now?” There was a smile in his voice.
“Hm-mm” Reid hummed, being too occupied with the sensations of Hotch’s kisses and his slight stubble scratching his neck.
When Hotch’s hand moved from his testicles and he heard Hotch handling the lube again Reid held his breath, anticipating the next touch. Hotch did as he done before, starting from his thigh, but not stopping this time and his fingers find their destination rubbing gently his entrance in circling motions. Reid has to take air in again. He stared at the ceiling, grasping on to Hotch’s shoulders. He consciously tried to relax his abdominal muscles and his thighs, but it was hard as he was thinking how that was Hotch’s hand, those were his fingers and that… well.
Hotch leaned his forehead against Reid’s, both of them trying to control their breathing and arousal. Reid felt the first finger pushing its way in slowly, and he almost wanted to say that Hotch didn’t have be so careful. That it didn’t hurt, that he wasn’t going to break. But instead he just enjoyed the intimacy, and how they breathed against each other’s lips. He slipped his hand to rub Hotch’s cock and grinned to himself as he heard Hotch’s breath catch and how his touches become less careful as he slid another finger in. Reid’s began to feel the stretch. The thought of the unique blend of slight pain and intense pleasure made him shiver pleasantly, so he just increased the speed at which he moved his hand on Hotch’s cock. He’s pleased to hear him grunt. Although he misses the feeling of Hotch’s fingers caressing his insides the fact that he has moved his hand to grab Reid’s wrist tells him that Hotch’s about ready to lose it. He grabs Hotch’s’ arms and tries to pull him on top of him and between his legs.
“It almost always hurts a little, you can’t change that. And that’s how I want it, so just let yourself take what you want and what you need”
Hotch frowned at him, looking at him like a stranger, and Reid knew it was the lust and arousal that colored his words and gave him the courage to be so blunt.
“Hotch, I want you and you can’t break me” he continued, looking into Hotch’s eyes.
“God, do you think I don’t know that? No one can”
Hotch stopped resisting his pull and gave him a strong, almost bruising kiss. For a moment they just kissed like that, messy and horny, Reid wrapped his legs around Hotch’s waist and their bodies rocked against each other. It was Hotch who broke their kiss and looked for the lube again. After lubricating himself he grabbed Reid’s hips and pulled him into better position beneath him.
He eased his fingers in again and Reid let his head fall back to the covers with a sigh, while moving his hips to meet Hotch’s fingers. In the dim light of the lamp on the table he watched Hotch’s face glisten with the slightest veil of sweat and his parted lips moist with their shared saliva. Hotch seemed to read his mind and bent down to kiss him. Hotch let his fingers slide out of him and soon Reid felt a different kind of stretch as Hotch began to slowly push into him. As Hotch was fully in he was gasping and his limbs trembled as he tried to stay still to let Reid’s body adjust. The initial penetration hadn’t hurt much and now Reid was just watching Hotch’s face in awe, as he had never seen him as uncontrolled before.
He encouraged Hotch to move and he did, first slowly and with small movements, they were both too impatient to take it truly slow. There was a slight burn when Hotch pulled out and a sharp sting as he thrust in .There was a cramping in Reids abdominal muscles, but it was a good pain, one to ease and change with his body getting used to the presence, but it made those unintended whines and gasps escape his lips. Hotch tried to slow down, but Reid wanted more and pulled him closer with his legs wrapped around Hotch’s waist and his fingers burrowing into the skin on his shoulders and in his hair.
Knowing that for the first time it truly was someone he wanted to do this with, that it was Hotch, made the feeling of his body being filled up to the brink amazing. He didn’t want to wait, he wanted it all now.
After the initial clumsiness their bodies found their rhythm. As his body adjusted the slight pain subsided and the pleasure emerged and he tried to pull Hotch even closer to his body. Hotch’s eyes were almost closed as they kissed and he slipped his hand to touch Reid’s cock. His usually controlled features where now those of desire, lust and affection. It felt unbelievable that Reid brought those emotions to surface from him, but he chose to believe it. Then he didn’t care anymore about the sounds he was making, he only concentrated to the moans of Hotch. It was just sheer bliss, that of body and mind together. He felt Hotch in him, the touch of his fingers, his breathing close to his face…
It wasn’t too long that he felt it burst within him, something he couldn’t control or slow down, something he just needed to let happen and it wasn’t a bad thing at all…
It might have been his voice that cried out, it might have been his back that bent, and it might have been Hotch who gasped on top of him as he came into his body. It most likely was.