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Lingerie (Flufftober)
Doctor Spencer Reid had a vast knowledge of many things in life. He could recite a book from cover to back and there were very few topics that he wasn’t versed in. So he wasn’t really surprised when his boyfriend had made an off-hand comment about having a dream where he was clad in skimpy lingerie seducing Special Supervisory Agent Aaron Hotchner.
It all had come after a case where an unsub was targetting strippers in the red-light district. Most of the victims were dressed post-mortem in their stripper attire and the team had certainly seen a wide variety of provocative strings of cloth that passed as costumes.
Reid had always noticed that his frame could be perceived as less masculine than most men. His waist to shoulders ratio and his bony hips made him the butt of one-too-many derogative jokes. Penelope had always suggested he got into drag, cheered by Emily, JJ, Rossi and even Morgan had agreed. Hotch had stayed silent and motionless whenever it was mentioned just what a beautiful queen he would make.
Now, a week later, they were at Aaron’s place, having takeout dinner and wine to relax from the grueling case they had finished. Everyone had made plans for their weekend off, so their phone was off.
Spencer had stayed silent, thinking about what Aaron was saying. The idea was very tempting. He’d seen a couple of white lacey lingerie sets, one with garters included, that could help with his lover’s fantasy. He’d always had trouble seeing himself as an attractive person, but ever since he started dating Aaron, he’d received enough praise and compliments that he really considered doing something like that.
The way the older man described how he’d looked in his dream while sipping his favorite scotch made Spencer’s belly tingle with excitement. His empty wine glass was still in his hand, and apparently Aaron had stopped talking because he was looking at the young agent like expecting him to finish his thoughts before saying anything else.
“Sorry, Aaron, you were saying?” He apologized, reaching for more wine, realizing the bottle was empty. He left the glass on the coffee table.
“It seems I lost you for a moment there, maybe it’s okay there’s nothing else to drink.” The man replied looking at Reid, with his glass perched on his chest.
“Oh, but there is,” the young Doctor reached for the glass and downed almost all of it, scrunching his face at the burn it caused in his throat.
“Darling, that’s not…You know you’re supposed to sip it.”
“The taste is the same. I’ll never get the appeal.”
“Then don’t take it from me.” The older man teased him with a smile.
“That was because I wanted to do this,” the brunet replied and leaned to kiss passionately his lover, who took the opportunity to drag him and let Spencer straddle him.
Aaron could taste the lingering liquor in his boyfriend’s mouth and he made sure to lick it all. Their kiss turned to more when he felt the slow motions of the younger man rubbing his front on him to entice him. It was working wonders for him.
When Spencer let go and they could breathe easily again, he stared at Aaron adoringly, as he’d done countless times just because he had the privilege.
“What color?”
“What?” inquired the older man, rising one eyebrow.
“What color would you like me to wear?”
“I don’t- Oh…”
“So?” He smiled at his boyfriend, dragging his hands through the short strands of hair, as he knew Aaron enjoyed.
“I don’t know, I didn’t think you would do something like this for me…”
Spencer felt saddened by those words. He’d proved many times that there was nothing he wouldn’t do for Aaron Hotchner in and out the field. That man was so used to not being given things, and felt so undeserving of love that something so menial for others, for him, was impossible.
“I want us to do this. I’m not opposed to wearing soft,” he started kissing his neck and dragging his tongue along with each of the words, enjoying the way Aaron’s hands gripped his hips tightly, “lacey, skimpy, sexy lingerie for you to tear it from my body with your big, strong, thick hands,” he was almost gasping himself, just imagining how empowering would feel seeing that man lose control because of him. He would buy by bulk if necessary.
He met Aaron’s mouth with his and they started kissing again. It was sensual, teasing, downright lewd, but it was reassuring that they loved each other even more than before, that they listened to each other and it was worth it.
He completely stopped thinking about taking his measurements and visiting the most trustworthy boutique in the area. Their weekend was just starting.