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Aaron Hotchner was a good man. He worked hard and was an honest person. He tried to be better each day, and help as many people as possible.
He was thinking he had died and he was in Heaven.
In front of him was an angel. Or the devil himself emulating the body of the loveliest creature he had ever seen.
Doctor Spencer Reid was a few steps away, wearing a delicate, almost transparent set of lingerie.
They had come from work on time, which was surprising in itself. Spencer had asked Aaron to get them something to drink while he went to put the guns in the safe and then disappeared in the bedroom for a few minutes.
The older man had taken off his suit jacket and his tie; he’d rolled up his sleeves while he made a mocktail for Spencer and a whiskey neat for himself. He sipped a little bit of the mocktail, enjoying the taste and wondering if he should make one for himself. He decided to maybe do it for a second round, and then brought the drinks to their coffee table. He sat down on the comfy couch, waiting for his lover to come back. They would chat a little while enjoying their drinks, maybe watch something on the TV and just enjoy being together in silence.
It was part of their routine to unwind at home, and both enjoyed it very much. So when the minutes continued to pass and Spencer didn’t come back from their bedroom, the man leaned back on the couch, getting comfortable and closed his eyes.
“Aaron?”
“Yes?”
“Don’t open your eyes, please?”
“Okay”
He heard Spencer’s voice close behind him, but he decided to wait for the other man to tell him more. The soft footsteps made him aware of the younger man walking around the small living room until he stopped.
“Okay, please, open your eyes slowly.”
The older man complied and he really wasn’t prepared for what he was seeing.
His young lover was dressed, if anyone would call it that, in lingerie. His mile-long legs were clad in lacey thigh high stockings connected to a matching garterbelt. Underneath he was wearing soft satin and lace panties, where Aaron could clearly see the outline of his cock. The little bow at the top of the panties teasing the treat waiting for the dark-haired man to unwrap it.
Then Aaron lifted his gaze and saw that Spencer was also wearing a white lace bralette, it was skin tight, and it even had openings in the middle, accentuating his rosy-pink nipples through it.
The last of the outfit was seeing Spencer’s hair half tucked under what looked like a bow and around his head, like a halo, a white veil that barely reached his shoulder blades.
Aaron Hotchner had definitely died and gone straight to Heaven.
He didn’t realize his mouth was open until he felt some drool escape from it. He quickly moved his hand to wipe it off, and that earned him a chuckle from Spencer who had looked bashful standing there in front of him.
“So you like it?” The young man asked in a playful tone.
“The day I answer no, you shoot me dead.” Aaron tried standing up but he was stopped with just one finger from the younger man.
“Good to hear, Agent Hotchner. You’ve been such a good worker that the Bureau has decided to give you a reward,” the tone Spencer used was sultry and teasing, “and I’ve been sent to make sure you enjoy it…” he started walking closer, slowly, making his hips sway and he even turned around mid-step so the older man could see the back of the panties covering his soft butt, the lacey back of the bralette and the veil waving with the movement, showing a big white bow hanging in the middle.
“The Bureau sent me a bride?” He could play along a little. He was definitely going to enjoy it.
Spencer stood looking down in front of him; then took his hands to drag him to the bedroom. Aaron stood up but he didn’t budge. Their drinks were still on the table.
“I think this calls for a toast, don’t you think, my beautiful new bride?” He picked up both glasses and gave Spencer a look full of lust and desire.
As Spencer drank from his mocktail, Aaron took his time engraving in his memory how breathtaking his young lover looked.
When he got the glass back, he put both on the table and accepted the offered hand from his “bride” to their bedroom.
Another surprise was awaiting for him.
Their bed was adorned with rose petals. Spencer had gone all out it seemed.
He was led to the bed and sat on it.
He was so close to touching the angel in front of him but a quick swat to his hand broke him out of his daze. For all his knowledge and composure, he surely was reduced to a simple man with his basic instincts screaming to take.
“No, no, no. You only touch when you’re told.”
Then he had his face rubbed by the soft material of the bralette. He could feel the heat of the soft skin. That smell that was pure Spencer made him dizzy. He could see his nipples perking up through the openings and he was ready to put his mouth on them but he wasn’t allowed.
Spencer turned around and sat on his lap, slowly, taking Aaron’s big hands and guiding them through his knees and thighs, never reaching his groin; just letting him touch the soft stockings and making his lover get goosebumps.
The soft butt on his lap moved to tease his growing erection. Then his hands were moved to touch the slim hips and soft belly, he opened his fingers to get more skin, and loved seeing how he could almost reach around Spencer’s waist with his hands. He understood when Elle, JJ, and even Prentiss complained about his lover’s enviable figure.
His fingers reaching the pebbled nipples had him thrusting up by instinct. It was one of his favorite things to do. Whenever he was fucking Spencer hard and fast, he would reach for his nipples and tug or pinch them. If he could, he would lick them until Spencer lost all control. He wanted to do it more than ever, but his bride wouldn’t allow it yet. However, he was allowed to cup his little breasts and feel the lace covering the skin.
Spencer’s veil stopped him from reaching his neck. He wanted to bite it and pull just to see if it would fall, or force Spencer to tilt his head back and moan.
Spencer stood up before he could do it. Then, he turned around and the older man could see that Spencer wasn’t unaffected by his own actions. The panties had a wet stain on them and he could see the strain of Spencer’s cock.
“Was that to your liking, Agent Hotchner?”
“I can see the Bureau selected the best.”
“Nothing less for someone like you. Now, that you’ve approved, you may enjoy your reward.” Spencer lifted his left foot and put him on Aaron’s bulge, pressed a little just to make him hiss with the sensation, and then used his foot to push the man on the bed.
Next, Spencer straddled him and smiled wickedly at him.
“Come on, baby, show me what you got.”
Aaron Hotchner didn’t have to be told twice.
He put his hands on Spencer’s thighs and with his fingers tugged on the lace connecting the garterbelt. Then, he let go to drag his hands to Spencer’s butt, enjoying the way the panties were soft, almost like a second skin, and he took the chance to use his middle fingers to tease his lover’s entrance through the material.
Spencer’s hands flew to the older man’s chest, and in an instant Aaron had Spencer laying on him, moaning due to the sensation on his ass. Aaron knew how to play this game.
He stopped his teasing and turned them over in a swift motion, as he’d done many times before. Now Spencer was under him, just like a blushing new bride.
“Please, Agent Hotchner,” the use of his work name made Aaron think that after this, he’d have trouble hearing those words in the field. He could worry about it later.
He admired his “bride” once more, and went in for a kiss. It was the very first thing newlyweds did.
He got Spencer’s strands of hair out of his face, and caressed his flushed cheeks.
“You’re perfect for me.”
Spencer smiled brightly at him.
“Making you happy, makes me happy, Aaron.”
“Then, I’m about to be the happiest man on Earth.”
“That was the plan.”
Aaron kissed him tenderly, letting Spencer take off his shirt, and unbutton his pants.
“Such an eager bride I got,” he teased.
“Just for you, sir…” the breathy voice made him harder.
“I’m going to ravish you.”
“Please do…”
Aaron smiled.
“You tore it all apart, Aaron,” whined Spencer, playing with a piece of what was a bralette.
“I will give you my card to buy as many replacements as you want,” replied Aaron from behind him, kissing his bare shoulder.
“That’s a dangerous thought, Agent Hotchner.”
“I will take the risk.”
“So you definitely liked me wearing lingerie.”
“I don’t know, I might have to see you in it more times to decide,” Reid could feel his smile on his neck. His skin still felt tender, and he would have to cover more hickeys than ever.
“Okay, I’ll show you the website so we can choose something together.”
“You bought it on a website? I thought you would have gone to a store.”
“Penelope helped me with measurements and buying everything.”
“That’s why she can’t look me in the eye.”
“You know we can trust her with anything.”
“Spencer—”
“Shush, sleep now.”
Aaron did.
Reference pics for the set that Spencer wears.
