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I want to fuck you like an animal; I wanna feel you from the inside. I want to fuck you like an animal. My whole existence is flawed; you get me closer to God!
Hotch couldn’t get the words out of his head. The idea that spencer listened to this song stuck with him through the night. He was uncomfortably hard all night, but refused to do something about it. By the time morning came around he had gotten maybe two hours of sleep and was grateful for once for Spencer’s obsession with coffee. They had a somewhat normal morning, and talked for a while, they both ran some errands, sent some emails and got home in time to make dinner together. After they are Hotch made himself a drink and offered one to Spencer who declined like usual. Aaron was going to need a drink if he was going to bring up the song, something that had been brought back up to the forefront of his mind when Spencer was humming something when he came back from the bathroom.
He wasn’t sure how he was going to go about this but he figured he might as well just go for it. He downed the rest of his drink and made a face as it burned his throat. When he was sure he would be able to speak, and then checking to see if his legs would work he made his way over to where Spencer was on the couch, legs brought up to his chest as he read some nothing book. He walked over and bent over the back so he could kiss at Spencer’s neck. He hummed and tilted his head to show that he was interested but that Hotch would have to try harder to grab his attention.
Challenge Accepted.
“I want to fuck you like an animal.” He said leaning in close so it was right in his ear. “I wanna feel you from the inside.” He took a break to bite at Spencer’s neck and drag his teeth across the skin. Spencer moaned and let his head fall back. “I wanna fuck you like an animal.” He said with a growl in his voice. Something he didn’t realize he could do, but the words brought on a whole new personality of his apparently.
“My whole existence is flawed. You get me closer to God.” Spencer moaned as he reached up to run a hand into Aaron’s hair and keep him at the spot he was currently leaving a mark on. A particular place he liked. He couldn’t help but keep going with Spencer saying those words.
Hotch finally pulled back when Spencer started to move in his seat so he was on his knees on his couch, so he could kiss his boyfriend properly.
“When did you listen to that song?” He asked pulling back, eyes blown wide and his lips puffy from the bites that Aaron couldn’t help. He smiled. He loved seeing Spencer like that.
“I…I uh sort of saw it on your iPod…” He said honestly, feeling bad for sneaking around after snooping.
“Oh, okay, Aaron you are allowed to listen to my iPod, whatever is mine is yours I told you that. I just didn’t think you listened to…that…”
“What Nine Inch Nails?” Hotch laughed going in to kiss his boyfriend who looked positively puzzled.
“Music.” Spencer quipped quickly before he leaned in to start kissing him more.
“Oh you little shit…” They both laughed as Hotch started kissing and biting down his jaw to his neck. “I should fuck you right here on the carpet for that. Put you on your hands and knees and grab your hair so I can hear those pretty little noises you make for me while I open you up…” Hotch didn’t know what had gotten into him but he was pretty sure it had something to do with the whiskey he had earlier. Spencer didn’t care he was in bliss. His eyes were closed imagining the scene that Hotch had prepared for him.
“God Hotch…”
“Like that idea? Of me opening you up real slow, taking my time so you are going crazy, until you are dripping and drooling begging me…” He smirked as he ran his hands down Spencer’s torso and into his pants finding his was to his ass as he grabbed and pulled him close kissing him deeply earning him a punched out groan from Spencer.
“Yes…please god your voice…so hot…” Spencer said while trying to cover Aaron with kisses all at once. He wanted to make Hotch feel as good as his words were making him feel. He was busy working his was down onto his collarbone when Hotch started to talk again.
“Your mouth Spencer Jesus, it’s like you’re a professional. If I didn’t know what you do I’d think you were a whore the way you work your tongue and those lips are the most beautiful things ever especially when I’ve bitten them till they’re good and plump, best feeling having them wrapped around my cock…”
Spencer had to stop what he was doing and just rock his hips. He had always loved Hotch’s voice, and he loved how differently it was when they were messing around, but this was like combining both and it was almost too much. His hands were gripping onto Aaron’s shirt like his life depended on it, and Hotch pulled him closer so he was pressed up against him, the only thing in their way was a few layers of clothes and that damned couch. But Aaron figured he would just use that to his advantage. He moved Spencer’s hips so he rocked against the couch.
“That’s right baby, let me hear you…hear those sounds…god you could single handedly destroy the porn industry with that voice Spencer…so good for me…” He said while he kept him rocking against it, rutting would be a more appropriate word and Hotch loved it.
“Please…Aaron please…”
“Tell me what you want baby boy.”
“I, I want you, I want you to touch me, anything Aaron just keep talking I’m so close just keep talking please…”
“You really think you could come just from this baby? My voice telling you how much I’d love to fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours? Holding your hair back so you can look up at me while I slide my cock down your throat…watching tears come to your eyes while you gag on it? You gunna come to the thought of that baby?” He asked no longer surprised and just watching as Spencer frantically rubbed himself over the back of the couch. He wasn’t going to last at this rate.
“Look so sexy like this Spencer, all bothered and hot, rutting like a teenager against your couch, getting off to the sound of my voice, I could probably tell you to come and you would…wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t you Spencer?” He asked a little more harshly as he watched Spencer’s face scrunch up and he bit his lip as he moaned.
“God yes, yes I would, god please Aaron…I, I’m…” He couldn’t even finish because Aaron was watching and knew he was close.
“Good. Come for me Spencer, come to the sound of my voice telling you that I want you to come for me, right now, just by rubbing against the couch. Spencer…come.” With the last word he watched as Reid fell against him and groaned. His pants would be a mess now, and a bitch to clean up later. Hotch ran a hand down to his own poor neglected dick and in a few moments he was gone too, just thinking about Spencer saying those words, begging, coming. It did him in faster then he’d like to admit. When they had gotten cleaned up and were finally in bed Aaron pulled Spencer close and was rubbing his back he remembered,
“By the way, what does ‘Fourteen’ mean?”