Candy Lips and Bubblegum Tongue (3/3)
Reid’s kisses felt so soft on his skin. He reached up and buried his hair in his lover’s luscious brown locks, cherishing the soft strands between his fingers. Reid looked up at him, and they kissed. A slow and chaste kiss, one that captures the essence of Morgan’s feelings towards the boy in his arms.
“Pretty boy, I love you so,”
“I love you too, Derek.”
He shifted Reid so that the boy laid comfortably on the bed. Not giving a chance for the morning air to come in between them, Morgan immediately covered the genius’ body with his own. His lips found Reid’s just as fast.
“Beautiful baby,” he whispered against Reid’s lips, slightly swollen from the many times he bit on it last night, “you look so good.”
“Mmh,” Reid grunted, “Morgan, touch me,”
What his pretty boy wanted, his pretty boy got. Dark fingers traced the slopes of Reid’s body, from neck to jutting hip bones. Morgan’s mouth started to move from lips to neck; from to nipples, all the way down to his hips.
“Ah, Derek!” Reid gasped as he felt Morgan licked his hip bones. He opened glazed eyes. He still couldn’t believe the beautiful perfection that was Derek Morgan was touching him and loving him. With Derek’s lips so close to his source of pleasure, it was hard to keep the moans and gasps from escaping his lips.
Spencer’s body arched off the bed when he felt Derek engulfed his length into his mouth. His hands grasped Derek’s shaved head. Pleasure was running up and down his body. His senses were assaulted. He could only feel Derek. Derek’s scent, Derek’s touches, Derek’s body and Derek’s pleasure. He needed Derek to be inside him.
Touching Derek’s face softly, he signaled for his lover to stop his ministrations. “Derek, I need you inside me,”
“Okay, baby,” he said, lifting his body to search for the lube that he knew was located somewhere around their bed.
“No, no need.” Spencer interjected, “I’m still…loose from last night…” he blushed, still not used to being so open about sex, even though no longer a stranger to the act.
“You sure? I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“I’ll be fine, Derek. Please, I need you, and I can’t tell you need me.” Spencer smiled his small, purse of lips smile and gestured to the obviously hard erection nestled against his thigh.
Seeing the determination in his lover’s eye, and knowing that Spencer understood his body, he positioned himself between Spencer’s legs. Pulling Spencer’s thighs to rest against his hips, he used his hand to guide himself in, while his other hand was tightly intertwined with Spencer’s own.
The first breach was, as always, heavenly. Spencer felt so…Derek was at a lost to describe the sensation. He glanced up to watch his lover’s expression. Spencer’s eyes were tightly shut, but he was panting. His eyes opened after a moment, and Derek could see the pleasure reflected in it.
When Spencer signaled, with a slight movement of his pelvis, that he could move, Derek pushed the remaining of his member inside his lover’s tight channel.
“Oh!” No matter how many times they’ve made love, Spencer still reacted and felt as if it was their first time.
Derek groaned. His lover’s tight and hot body was too much too handle. Forgetting his intentions of going slow, he started to thrust erratically, in and out, and when he heard Spencer’s scream, he knew he had found his pleasure spot.
“Derek, oh Derek!”
“Baby boy, you feel so good!” he whispered harshly in Spencer’s ear. His lips found the junction of Spencer’s neck and shoulder and started to bite and suck at the skin.
Spencer gasped, and tightened his legs around Derek’s waist. His prostate was stimulated constantly; Derek’s lips were, no doubt, marking him; his senses were overloaded. He tightened his grip on Derek’s hand and reached completion in an explosion of sensation.
Spencer’s orgasm was all it took for Derek to reach climax. One more thrust and he spilled himself inside of his lover. His body collapsed on top of Spencer, and in the haze of his orgasm, he could feel Spencer’s free hand caressing his back.
He panted, trying to catch his breath. He could feel Spencer’s thundering heartbeat underneath him. After a while Derek gathered enough energy to lift his head up from Spencer’s chest. The sight that greeted him was his pretty boy smiling deliriously, like a cat that just stole a stash of grade-A cream.
“Feel good, Pretty boy?” he smirked, liking the fact that he could bring such pleasure to one Dr. Spencer Reid.
“Immensely.”
He leaned down to press a kiss on the little nose and shifted to his side, arranging Spencer so that his chest was flush against Spencer’s back.
“Go back to sleep.” He said. Spencer’s laughter at his words was like a silver bell.
“This is the best sleep-aid I ever got,” Spencer glanced back at him, his smile mischievous.
“Don’t tell. I don’t want a swarm of eager clients at my door.”
“Like I’d let them have any.”
Morgan smiled, “Go back to sleep, babe. I know you’re tired.”
“Hmm, stay?”
“Always.”