|Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction,|
@ 2011-08-27 20:33:00
|Entry tags:||criminal minds, rated: explicit, slash|
Fic: Fucking 1/1 Criminal Minds
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.
Characters: Spencer, Hotch
Prompt: Hotch/Reid for cee_m.
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Warnings: Language, Sexual Activity, Sexual Dominance.
Summary: Spencer's about to find out how rough it can be.
Author's Note: Nothing but
Soft lips pressed gently against the back of his neck. Their heat burned his skin, sending a shiver throughout his body. The next moment, Spencer found himself shoved face first over the desk. His splaying arms knocked pictures, a stapler, a mug full of pens, and half the files off the edges. All this he noted with his limited vision.
Heavy breathing above him sent a shiver down his spine. Aaron was scenting the air. It was primal and animalistic enough to make his body ache.
He trembled at the scratch of fingers over his skin when his dress shirt and tee were shoved halfway up his back. For a moment, those large fingers rubbed roughly at his spine. Then they slid down towards his hips.
Closing his eyes, he spread his legs, bracing his knees against the desk. No sooner, then his pants and belt were taken in hand. They were easily shucked down his thighs. The constricting leather chafed at his leg hair.
He gasped, clutching at the edges of the desk as fingers slipped into his crack. They probed at his ass, rubbing soothingly along the clench of his muscles. Each brush of a finger tip sent a thrill through his body. He bucked against them, only to hear a chuckle when they rubbed harder.
By now he was panting. Body flushed, he rolled his head in an attempt to relieve the building heat. He found none. His breath hitched with a whimper when one finger shoved in, breaching his hole. The resulting shock and pain forced him to rise off the desk, only to be slammed back down.
Eyes wide, he heard the clinking of a buckle's prong as the leather strap slid out. Finding it hard to breathe, he tried counting down from a hundred. The rasp of the man's zipper shattered his concentration. Fear clenched in his chest as he could now only hold on to the desk for support.
When the burning heat of something too large pressed against his entrance, he whimpered. The blaze spread as a large body covered his own. Warm, moist breath spread across his cheek.
"It's too late to back out now."
Then he was grunting as the massive head shoved hard up inside him. He felt it push his muscles aside and fill the insides of his body completely and more. It was too much, he desperately struggled to find something to hold onto as he lost his grip on the desk.
An arm slid around his neck and he was jerked back against the broad chest. The man's dick shoved in further and he tugged harder. His skin was on fire as he tried to breathe. Clenching his eyes shut, he road out the intrusion. The intrusion, it was a human, male penis, he knew the length and girth from having...
"Gah!" It went in deeper still, his hips hitching with each thrust. The man wasn't pulling out and yet it wasn't all the way in. "Please."
Those damning lips pressed against his temple. "Shh. Almost there." His arm clenched around Spencer's neck and he thrust again. The groan as he finally bottomed out shook his entire chest.
The vibration of that chest tingled against his sensitive skin. Body curved and pinned, Spencer felt too full. His entire body arched against the larger man, unable to find a comfortable position with that dick inside him. His scrabbling fingers finally found the edge of the desk again and he gripped it tight.
That was when the movement of his lover's hips reversed. Aaron pulling out shifted his hold on the smaller man.
Spencer was jerked free from the desk once more. Unable to hold on, he bounced up when the man's dick thrust back in balls deep. The pain of the intrusion was so fast and sharp it put tears in his eyes. His chest burned from lack of breath. Groaning from the sensory overload, he reached behind him and clung for dear life at the man's arms.
The other strong and muscled arm slid around his chest and abdomen, holding him close. Grateful as he was raised off the desk by another thrust, he dropped his head back to Aaron's shoulder. He could only hang on while his body was savagely taken over the man's desk.
The next thrust sent a thrill up his cock as it slid deeper, forward. Another had his own cock twitching and him shuddering from pain and, this time, pleasure. Gasping, he heard the bones in his hand clench from the next push inside of him. Pressure began to build in his groin, pulling behind his bellybutton.
This was it. This was what he had read about. He was finally doing it. Another thrust and he moaned like a whore. Strangely, he had only heard some of the men in the office talk about it, but instinctively knew what it sounded like when it happened to him. The pain from being taken was subsiding, but did not go away.
Canting his hips back to meet the next thrust, he whimpered, his voice climbing higher. The pressure did not change, and the friction only grew. Aaron's arms held him fast. His body was pushed against them with every violent thrust, but they wouldn't budge. Moaning now, he clenched his teeth and road it out.
"Don't come too soon." Aaron's teeth worried at his ear lobe. "I'm only just getting started with you."
Reid whimpered. He now knew the meaning of bliss.