Down Here
Title: Down Here
Author: listencl0sely
Rating: NC-17.
Characters/Pairings: Morgan/Reid
Warnings: Language. Graphic M/M Sex. Established relationship. Top!Reid.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters are properity of Criminal Minds. I'm just playing with 'em :)
Summary: Honestly, he just wants to get this going.
Beta: The wonderful, dawn_breaks
A/N: Soo.. this was just an excuse to have bottom!Morgan and toppy!Reid. Yep, a 1400 word PWP. P severely lacking P!
He’s on all fours on the edge of the bed. His head is buried down in the rumpled covers and he’s taking some deep, cleansing breaths. They don’t show this part in porn. You know, the part where you have to breathe and relax or you seriously won’t get anywhere. At least, not anywhere enjoyably.
But Morgan wants to enjoy this, so he’s taking these deep breaths, because he honestly just wants to get this going. His dick is straining and bouncing against his stomach. He lets a hand drift down to stroke himself in time with his deep breaths.
Inhale, stroke up, exhale, stroke down.
Well, that was a dumb idea because, within 10 strokes he was breathing heavily, stroking hard and fast, and his cock was getting way too happy. He lets go with a depressed sigh and tries to just do the breathing again; but then he shifts, just a little bit and his hand touches a piece of silky cloth.
Morgan glances over at it (hell he has nothing better to do right now), and he realizes it’s Reid’s tie. The dark purple one he whipped off last night. Morgan groans, because really? He did not need a reminder of how fucking good his boy looked last night.
He leaves his left hand touching the tie and reaches his right hand back to play with his balls. He can see Reid’s whole outfit he wore to Garcia’s party last night-tight black button down with that damn purple tie. Straight black slacks and thin leather belt. Hair all over the fuckin’ place. It was a beautiful sight.
Hopping on that train of thought, it doesn’t take him long to reach back farther; his long fingers toying with his entrance. And ‘oh’.
The lube he used to open himself up is still dripping out of him, and when he slides two fingers in gently, he can almost-almost-pretend like they’re Reid’s thin fingers and that’s so good.
He didn’t want to go this far; once you get this far, you can’t go back. But once he’s into his second knuckle, it doesn’t even fuckin’ matter. He lets his fingers slide in and out at a pace that was brutal and fast. It isn’t long before he has to reach for his cock again; it’s practically fucking weeping at this point. The angle is too awkward how he was, so Morgan shifts up to rest just on his knees and let’s his hand fall down on the bed so he’s fucking himself on his fingers.
The strokes on his dick are long and he keeps switching the angle he jacks it with-a favorite technique of Reid’s. And he’s getting into it, really getting into it, when all the sudden his senses are on alert. He hasn’t heard anything-he was way too far into his own world to hear, but he could sense something.
Morgan turned his head back and leaning against the door jam-in the prettiest sight Morgan’s ever seen- is Dr. Spencer Reid, big hand palming himself through his slacks. He’s watching Morgan with heat and humor in his eyes.
“Please tell me you have not been standing there watching me go solo when you know what I want is you, Pretty Boy?” Morgan asks, and he’s vaguely aware his fingers are still in his ass and his other hand is still slowly stroking his dick.
“Mmm, I don’t know. You seemed to be enjoying yourself over there,” Reid replies with a lazy smile, and he’s still touching himself while toeing off his shoes and walking towards the bed. Morgan can see the outline of his length and fuck he can’t help but stroking a little faster. “Stop,” Reid says when he gets close enough to Morgan to touch him, and Morgan does what he’s told.
Both hands are raised in the air before Reid cups the side of his face and brings him down for an open mouthed kiss. From this angle Morgan can barely feel Reid’s hardness against his ass and his pushes back lightly so Reid can get the picture.
Reid leans away from the kiss and smiles and Morgan can see both his hands reach down to pull off his vest. His shirt comes next, with a swift unbuttoning. When Reid’s hands reach for his belt buckle, he hesitates and leans back in to kiss along Morgan’s cheek in a path up to his ear.
“On all fours, please.” Reid whispers, and Morgan tries to not just flop onto the bed and stick his ass in the air. He has a little more self respect than that, so he waits a beat and a half before flopping down on the bed and sticking his ass in the air.
He hears Reid chuckle and he reaches back to swat at Reid’s now naked thigh. “Don’t laugh at me, Pretty Boy. I’ve been waiting on you forever.” And in less than a second, Reid’s at his ear, letting his tongue run around the shell and his teeth bite the lobe.
“So have I.” And that makes Morgan laugh, because it’s really the truth. And then Morgan hears the distinct rip of a condom wrapper, and he wonders when the hell Reid got so good at this that he could produce a condom without him even fucking knowing it.
His heart drops when he feels two huge hands grip either side of his hips because ‘yes, yes, finally,’ and all he can do is wait for Reid to push into him. Of course though, Reid wants to play-so as soon as he feels that amazing pressure right at his entrance, all movement stills. He grunts into the bed, not afraid to hide his displeasure at this fucking pace. And Reid just shushes him.
“It’s okay, Morgan. Trust me.” And Morgan does trust Reid. He always has. He always will.
Which is why he slams back hard against Reid dick, filling himself to the hilt in one swift motion.
“Holy fuck, Morgan,” Reid responds and the grip is so tight on his hips that Morgan’s sure there will be 4 distinct marks on each of his sides tomorrow.
“That’s what I’m saying, Pretty Boy,” Morgan lets out, and no matter how many deep breaths he takes, it’s as if Reid filling and stretching him so completely has left him breathless. That ignites some spark in Reid because in between Morgan’s gasps, he manages to pull out completely, only to slam back in-ramming Morgan’s prostate with his upstroke. “Fuck yes,” he moans and Reid’s set his pace and it’s fucking phenomenal.
It’s InOutInOutInOut so quick, Morgan has a white-knuckle grip on the sheets just to stay put. Morgan’s prostate is getting rubbed with every fuckin’ stroke and he can’t help but mumble everything that comes to mind. ‘Yes, yes, yes baby’ and ‘so good, fuck you’re so good’ and ‘goddamn Spence’ is all he can come up with and it must be good because Reid is just moaning along and agreeing ‘yes’ with everything he’s saying.
Morgan knows he can’t last much longer. Hell, he doesn’t know how he’s lasted this long, and Reid must sense it because his hand reaches down to wrap around his dick. And now all Morgan can feel is in and out and up and down, and when he starts shooting on Reid’s hand and the blanket beneath them, it’s mind blowing, amazing and about fuckin’ time.
Reid pistons his hips hard and fast four more times before he’s moaning ‘Derek,’ and Morgan’s got his hands rubbing up and down his thighs to get him through it.
Reid stands and catches his breath for a minute before slowly pulling out and tossing the condom to the trash behind him. Morgan throws the blanket on the floor before flopping over to lie on his back.
He’s sore, but in an amazing way, and he’s exhausted. Reid must be too, because he literally falls on top of him, head resting against Morgan’s upper abs. Morgan reaches one hand into Reid’s hair to gently stroke.
“Sorry, sorry. I’m moving in a second,” Reid says tiredly and Morgan just laughs. “Laugh all you want, but it’ll happen.” And Morgan pulls gently at Reid’s hair and Reid just laughs and nips at Morgan’s abs.
“Mhmm. Well don’t worry about it, Pretty Boy. I like it down here.”
Author: listencl0sely
Rating: NC-17.
Characters/Pairings: Morgan/Reid
Warnings: Language. Graphic M/M Sex. Established relationship. Top!Reid.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters are properity of Criminal Minds. I'm just playing with 'em :)
Summary: Honestly, he just wants to get this going.
Beta: The wonderful, dawn_breaks
A/N: Soo.. this was just an excuse to have bottom!Morgan and toppy!Reid. Yep, a 1400 word PWP. P severely lacking P!
He’s on all fours on the edge of the bed. His head is buried down in the rumpled covers and he’s taking some deep, cleansing breaths. They don’t show this part in porn. You know, the part where you have to breathe and relax or you seriously won’t get anywhere. At least, not anywhere enjoyably.
But Morgan wants to enjoy this, so he’s taking these deep breaths, because he honestly just wants to get this going. His dick is straining and bouncing against his stomach. He lets a hand drift down to stroke himself in time with his deep breaths.
Inhale, stroke up, exhale, stroke down.
Well, that was a dumb idea because, within 10 strokes he was breathing heavily, stroking hard and fast, and his cock was getting way too happy. He lets go with a depressed sigh and tries to just do the breathing again; but then he shifts, just a little bit and his hand touches a piece of silky cloth.
Morgan glances over at it (hell he has nothing better to do right now), and he realizes it’s Reid’s tie. The dark purple one he whipped off last night. Morgan groans, because really? He did not need a reminder of how fucking good his boy looked last night.
He leaves his left hand touching the tie and reaches his right hand back to play with his balls. He can see Reid’s whole outfit he wore to Garcia’s party last night-tight black button down with that damn purple tie. Straight black slacks and thin leather belt. Hair all over the fuckin’ place. It was a beautiful sight.
Hopping on that train of thought, it doesn’t take him long to reach back farther; his long fingers toying with his entrance. And ‘oh’.
The lube he used to open himself up is still dripping out of him, and when he slides two fingers in gently, he can almost-almost-pretend like they’re Reid’s thin fingers and that’s so good.
He didn’t want to go this far; once you get this far, you can’t go back. But once he’s into his second knuckle, it doesn’t even fuckin’ matter. He lets his fingers slide in and out at a pace that was brutal and fast. It isn’t long before he has to reach for his cock again; it’s practically fucking weeping at this point. The angle is too awkward how he was, so Morgan shifts up to rest just on his knees and let’s his hand fall down on the bed so he’s fucking himself on his fingers.
The strokes on his dick are long and he keeps switching the angle he jacks it with-a favorite technique of Reid’s. And he’s getting into it, really getting into it, when all the sudden his senses are on alert. He hasn’t heard anything-he was way too far into his own world to hear, but he could sense something.
Morgan turned his head back and leaning against the door jam-in the prettiest sight Morgan’s ever seen- is Dr. Spencer Reid, big hand palming himself through his slacks. He’s watching Morgan with heat and humor in his eyes.
“Please tell me you have not been standing there watching me go solo when you know what I want is you, Pretty Boy?” Morgan asks, and he’s vaguely aware his fingers are still in his ass and his other hand is still slowly stroking his dick.
“Mmm, I don’t know. You seemed to be enjoying yourself over there,” Reid replies with a lazy smile, and he’s still touching himself while toeing off his shoes and walking towards the bed. Morgan can see the outline of his length and fuck he can’t help but stroking a little faster. “Stop,” Reid says when he gets close enough to Morgan to touch him, and Morgan does what he’s told.
Both hands are raised in the air before Reid cups the side of his face and brings him down for an open mouthed kiss. From this angle Morgan can barely feel Reid’s hardness against his ass and his pushes back lightly so Reid can get the picture.
Reid leans away from the kiss and smiles and Morgan can see both his hands reach down to pull off his vest. His shirt comes next, with a swift unbuttoning. When Reid’s hands reach for his belt buckle, he hesitates and leans back in to kiss along Morgan’s cheek in a path up to his ear.
“On all fours, please.” Reid whispers, and Morgan tries to not just flop onto the bed and stick his ass in the air. He has a little more self respect than that, so he waits a beat and a half before flopping down on the bed and sticking his ass in the air.
He hears Reid chuckle and he reaches back to swat at Reid’s now naked thigh. “Don’t laugh at me, Pretty Boy. I’ve been waiting on you forever.” And in less than a second, Reid’s at his ear, letting his tongue run around the shell and his teeth bite the lobe.
“So have I.” And that makes Morgan laugh, because it’s really the truth. And then Morgan hears the distinct rip of a condom wrapper, and he wonders when the hell Reid got so good at this that he could produce a condom without him even fucking knowing it.
His heart drops when he feels two huge hands grip either side of his hips because ‘yes, yes, finally,’ and all he can do is wait for Reid to push into him. Of course though, Reid wants to play-so as soon as he feels that amazing pressure right at his entrance, all movement stills. He grunts into the bed, not afraid to hide his displeasure at this fucking pace. And Reid just shushes him.
“It’s okay, Morgan. Trust me.” And Morgan does trust Reid. He always has. He always will.
Which is why he slams back hard against Reid dick, filling himself to the hilt in one swift motion.
“Holy fuck, Morgan,” Reid responds and the grip is so tight on his hips that Morgan’s sure there will be 4 distinct marks on each of his sides tomorrow.
“That’s what I’m saying, Pretty Boy,” Morgan lets out, and no matter how many deep breaths he takes, it’s as if Reid filling and stretching him so completely has left him breathless. That ignites some spark in Reid because in between Morgan’s gasps, he manages to pull out completely, only to slam back in-ramming Morgan’s prostate with his upstroke. “Fuck yes,” he moans and Reid’s set his pace and it’s fucking phenomenal.
It’s InOutInOutInOut so quick, Morgan has a white-knuckle grip on the sheets just to stay put. Morgan’s prostate is getting rubbed with every fuckin’ stroke and he can’t help but mumble everything that comes to mind. ‘Yes, yes, yes baby’ and ‘so good, fuck you’re so good’ and ‘goddamn Spence’ is all he can come up with and it must be good because Reid is just moaning along and agreeing ‘yes’ with everything he’s saying.
Morgan knows he can’t last much longer. Hell, he doesn’t know how he’s lasted this long, and Reid must sense it because his hand reaches down to wrap around his dick. And now all Morgan can feel is in and out and up and down, and when he starts shooting on Reid’s hand and the blanket beneath them, it’s mind blowing, amazing and about fuckin’ time.
Reid pistons his hips hard and fast four more times before he’s moaning ‘Derek,’ and Morgan’s got his hands rubbing up and down his thighs to get him through it.
Reid stands and catches his breath for a minute before slowly pulling out and tossing the condom to the trash behind him. Morgan throws the blanket on the floor before flopping over to lie on his back.
He’s sore, but in an amazing way, and he’s exhausted. Reid must be too, because he literally falls on top of him, head resting against Morgan’s upper abs. Morgan reaches one hand into Reid’s hair to gently stroke.
“Sorry, sorry. I’m moving in a second,” Reid says tiredly and Morgan just laughs. “Laugh all you want, but it’ll happen.” And Morgan pulls gently at Reid’s hair and Reid just laughs and nips at Morgan’s abs.
“Mhmm. Well don’t worry about it, Pretty Boy. I like it down here.”