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“Welcome back, my angel,” whispered Aaron while tenderly petting his head, while Spencer let his eyes focus on his surroundings.
The room was blurry, as usual when he wasn’t wearing his glasses or his contacts, but he knew he was safe. His husband’s big hands were a familiar sensation on his head and his limp hand on the bed.
Their soft sheets covered his body to help him regulate his temperature. His sensory overload after a scene like the one they did tonight was placated with all the aftercare his lover made sure he got. Doctor Spencer Reid loved how attentive his husband was to his needs, and especially when he needed to let his mind go silent with all the pleasure he received.
The constant praise he got during the scene while being submitted to rough manhandling, making him whimper just at the thought of Aaron calling him a whore and a desperate slut. The man could pull orgasms out of him with just his fingers and his voice. Spencer was in heaven when it happened.
A silicone straw poked his chapped lips and he opened his mouth to suck on it so the lukewarm water helped his dry mouth. After he finished drinking, he could feel his husband apply some chapstick on his lips. He smiled softly, closing his eyes. He felt weightless and he could barely move his limbs but he did his best to roll on his side and leave space for Aaron to lie down and cuddle with him.
The older man knew what to do. He went to the bathroom to relieve himself and wash his hands, before checking that everything was in order for them the next morning. They had a rare free weekend and they wanted to make the most of it.
He put on a pair of loose boxers and walked back to bed. Spencer liked skin to skin contact when he was drained of energy, and he would wake up in the mood for a little morning fun. Aaron loved that even more because he knew his lover was generous with his ministrations.
Aaron got in the bed and moved Spencer’s body to spoon him. His warm chest glued to his lover’s back and their legs intertwined, just like they both liked it. He kissed the fair neck while he admired all the marks he’d left with his fingers and his mouth. The marks his teeth left would last for the weekend and they would disappear by Monday. Spencer’s body was littered with marks all over, just as Aaron’s thighs had the younger man’s fingermarks.
“Aaron?”
“Yes, love?”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, my darling. I love making you happy.”
“You are a big sap.”
“I thought that’s why you liked me, Pen.”
“Ugh, you’re ruining the mood with that one.”
“I thought you liked it?” He smirked, knowing his husband wasn’t fond of that nickname.
“I really don’t. It reminds me of that porno we watched and it just doesn’t sit right with me. You know that.”
“Ah yes, the DVD Garcia gave you after that Atlantic City weekend with Prentiss.” He squeezed his husband’s waist a little tighter.
Spencer’s hands moved to grab his left arm. Aaron knew he would fall asleep soon. Spencer liked using his arm to make Aaron almost lie on top of Spencer and smush him on the bed. They had used weighted blankets but the young genius always went back to the older man sleeping on top of him, even if Aaron protested he was afraid of being too heavy.
“Good night, mi rey.”
“Good night, my sunshine.”