Derek’s in an apron.
Just an apron.
damn straight I am
We should…uh….find a good use for this.
Oh? What sort of… good use?
Derek is giving me hell about the ponies. He seems to disapprove.
Derek groans as his cock is squeezed with the after-tremors of Spencer’s orgasm, and he bites down on his neck to muffle his shout as he comes, buried deep inside Spencer. “-uuuuck,” he moans, panting heavily.
For a few minutes, Derek stays braced above his boy, before he slowly lowers himself off to the side, pulling Spencer in for a cuddle. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of Reid’s forehead. “Was that … what you were after, you minx?”
Spencer smiles lazily, curling against his boyfriend.
“I was proving a point and getting what I wanted at the same time,” he purred.
“Hmmm.” Derek scoffs, but he threads his fingers through Spencer’s hair, gentle, and his voices is amused as he says, “You couldn’t have just asked instead?”
“Too easy,” he retorts with a mischievous grin. He sighs contently against Derek’s skin.
“Mmmm, must have been.” He enjoys the warmth of his boy for just a little longer before shaking his head. “Alright, come on. Shower time.”
Derek is giving me hell about the ponies. He seems to disapprove.
Derek groans as his cock is squeezed with the after-tremors of Spencer’s orgasm, and he bites down on his neck to muffle his shout as he comes, buried deep inside Spencer. “-uuuuck,” he moans, panting heavily.
For a few minutes, Derek stays braced above his boy, before he slowly lowers himself off to the side, pulling Spencer in for a cuddle. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of Reid’s forehead. “Was that … what you were after, you minx?”
Spencer smiles lazily, curling against his boyfriend.
“I was proving a point and getting what I wanted at the same time,” he purred.
“Hmmm.” Derek scoffs, but he threads his fingers through Spencer’s hair, gentle, and his voices is amused as he says, “You couldn’t have just asked instead?”
Derek is giving me hell about the ponies. He seems to disapprove.
Derek only growls out confirmation of this, finishing prepping him in the minimum time necessary. He lines up his cock and pushes in hard, barely halting until he’s fully sheathed in Spencer’s warm body. For a second, he just breathes in, out, and then he’s fucking Spencer almost relentlessly, teeth sunken in to Spencer’s neck and shoulder.
The boy nearly screams as Derek slides into him, but he silenced by the wave of pleasure numbing his body.
He wraps his legs tightly around the older man’s waist and braces his hands against Derek’s warm back, his fingernail digging in deeper with each thrust.
His body is rocked roughly as he’s fucked and noise after delicious noise escapes him. The tension in his stomach grows, become hotter as Derek’s cock drives into his prostate.
In no time at all he crying out his lover’s name as his face is pressed against Morgan’s shoulder. Warm stickiness covers their bellies and his muscles clench around the throbbing erection pounding in and out of him.
Derek groans as his cock is squeezed with the after-tremors of Spencer’s orgasm, and he bites down on his neck to muffle his shout as he comes, buried deep inside Spencer. “-uuuuck,” he moans, panting heavily.
For a few minutes, Derek stays braced above his boy, before he slowly lowers himself off to the side, pulling Spencer in for a cuddle. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of Reid’s forehead. “Was that … what you were after, you minx?”
Derek is giving me hell about the ponies. He seems to disapprove.
“Damn straight,” Derek murmurs. His fingers go to stretch the other man’s opening, a bit rough, a bit possessive. “I’m the only one who gets to know you like this. How you sound, how you taste.” He rolls his hips against him again. “How you feel. Do you understand that? Mine, Spencer Reid.”
Derek’s free hand fists in Spencer’s hair, pulling his head back to give Derek more room to suck vicious bruises into the man’s fair skin.
Spencer cries out, his hips snapping to attention as he’s penetrated.
He moans, loving the attention on his body. The moist, rough warmth of Derek’s mouth was spectacular. He mewled his lover’s name beneath his breath as he rolled and squirmed against the fingers inside of him.
“I want you,” he pleaded, his voice breathy and needy.
Derek only growls out confirmation of this, finishing prepping him in the minimum time necessary. He lines up his cock and pushes in hard, barely halting until he’s fully sheathed in Spencer’s warm body. For a second, he just breathes in, out, and then he’s fucking Spencer almost relentlessly, teeth sunken in to Spencer’s neck and shoulder.
Derek is giving me hell about the ponies. He seems to disapprove.
“Oh really.” Derek doesn’t bother making it a question. He braces himself above his boy, Spencer’s long legs thrown over his shoulders as he grinds down, his dick sliding teasingly against Spencer’s opening. Nosing into the soft skin behind Spencer’s ear, Derek bites down hard and sucks, marking him.
“Aaah,” came Spencer’s breathy moan as Derek teased and tormented him. His body was aching for a rough release and he knew he’d jeopardized himself when he boasted control over his lover.
“Please, Derek. I want you,” he begged, spreading his legs wide and in the most wanton manner he could muster. He wanted Derek to not want him, but need him.
He wanted to feel the older man’s sheer passionate possessiveness.
He wanted that ravaged feeling that he got when he pushed Derek a bit too far.
His hips rolled, rubbing against the dark man’s shaft and he shivered as he felt a small stream of pre-cum slide against his skin.
“Damn straight,” Derek murmurs. His fingers go to stretch the other man’s opening, a bit rough, a bit possessive. “I’m the only one who gets to know you like this. How you sound, how you taste.” He rolls his hips against him again. “How you feel. Do you understand that? Mine, Spencer Reid.”
Derek’s free hand fists in Spencer’s hair, pulling his head back to give Derek more room to suck vicious bruises into the man’s fair skin.
Derek is giving me hell about the ponies. He seems to disapprove.
Derek chuckles, voice gone raspy and dark in the midst of arousal, as he feels Spencer tug at his clothing. “Shh, I know, babe, I get it. Hang on.” He sits up, slides his hands open-palmed up Spencer’s shirt to strip it from him, exposing the pale, smooth expanse of skin underneath.
He takes a moment to appreciate it, scratching his blunt nails down the center of his chest, right down to the hem of Spencer’s pants. Roughly, he palms Spencer’s erection, toying with him through the fabric. “Moan for me, pretty boy. Let me know who you belong to.”
Spencer squirms and bucks, his fingers clenching tightly at the hem of Derek’s trousers. He moans as the blunt nails travel the length of his torso.
When Derek palms him, his head is thrown back and he mewls in pleasure. He rolls his hips roughly against the warm hand and does as he is told to do, moaning, “Derek, pleeeaaase.”
“That’s my boy,” Derek purrs, biting down on the juncture of Spencer’s neck and shoulder. He sits back up and undoes Spencer’s pants. As he slides them down the other’s long legs, he makes a special point to brush his fingers across the sensitive skin laid bare there. “Better?”
He presses a bite and kiss to the inside of Spencer’s thighs, smirking arrogantly.
Soft, eager noises escape the boy’s lips but he manages a smirk as he stares down at Derek with half-lidded eyes.
“You could do better,” he taunts, biting his lower lip before licking at it sensually.
“Oh really.” Derek doesn’t bother making it a question. He braces himself above his boy, Spencer’s long legs thrown over his shoulders as he grinds down, his dick sliding teasingly against Spencer’s opening. Nosing into the soft skin behind Spencer’s ear, Derek bites down hard and sucks, marking him.
Derek is giving me hell about the ponies. He seems to disapprove.
Derek chuckles, voice gone raspy and dark in the midst of arousal, as he feels Spencer tug at his clothing. “Shh, I know, babe, I get it. Hang on.” He sits up, slides his hands open-palmed up Spencer’s shirt to strip it from him, exposing the pale, smooth expanse of skin underneath.
He takes a moment to appreciate it, scratching his blunt nails down the center of his chest, right down to the hem of Spencer’s pants. Roughly, he palms Spencer’s erection, toying with him through the fabric. “Moan for me, pretty boy. Let me know who you belong to.”
Spencer squirms and bucks, his fingers clenching tightly at the hem of Derek’s trousers. He moans as the blunt nails travel the length of his torso.
When Derek palms him, his head is thrown back and he mewls in pleasure. He rolls his hips roughly against the warm hand and does as he is told to do, moaning, “Derek, pleeeaaase.”
“That’s my boy,” Derek purrs, biting down on the juncture of Spencer’s neck and shoulder. He sits back up and undoes Spencer’s pants. As he slides them down the other’s long legs, he makes a special point to brush his fingers across the sensitive skin laid bare there. “Better?”
He presses a bite and kiss to the inside of Spencer’s thighs, smirking arrogantly.
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