Fic: Beg (Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan, NC-17)
Title: Beg
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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Morgan let out a low growl and tried to pull his hands free. The cuffs clicked against the metallic headboard of the bed. He had asked this himself, but enough was enough.
“Reid!”
“What?”
“Do something!”
“I am doing something.” Reid lifted his eyes from Morgan’s belly and waved the paint brush as if to show him he was working hard. “This is what you asked me to do.” He shrugged and went back to his painting.
“I didn’t ask you to paint a frigging fresco on me!”
“You asked me and I quote: “Cuff me, pull out the body paints and tease me till I’m begging for it.” I haven’t heard you begging yet.”
“That’s not teasing, that’s torture!”
“Keep still…..” Reid moved his brush on Morgan’s skin, biting his bottom lip in deep concentration. “Okay, I’m done.”
“What did you do?”
“Guess.”
“Is it something dirty?” Morgan smirked.
“No.”
“I give up.”
“A bunny.”
“You painted a bunny on my stomach with edible body paints.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s either hot in a really weird way, or just plain weird. I’m not sure which.”
“I could lick it off.” Reid offered.
“Okay, it’s hot.” Morgan chuckled. His arouse turned into frown when Reid’s cell phone started ringing on the nightstand. “I’m warning you….”
“I have to answer.” Reid grabbed the phone.
“And leave me here?”
“It could be from work.” He snapped the phone opened and checked the caller ID. “It’s from the office, but I don’t know the sub number…” He clicked the line open. “Reid. Hey…. I’m good, you? Really? That’s great! Congratulations. When?”
“Reid.” Morgan groaned. “Make it short.”
“Where is it? Yeah, I know that place…..”
“Reid!”
“Nothing, that was just Morgan. No, he can’t come to the phone, he’s…. kinda tied up right now. I’ll tell him.”
“Reeeeiiiidddd!”
“I have to go, I’ll call you later. Bye.” Reid hung up. “Do you really need to yell like that when I’m on the phone?”
“Reid. Last warning. I’m cuffed to the bed, painted like children’s book and horny as hell. Do something or I’ll do something, and it wont be pretty.”
“What are you going to do?” Reid grinned.
“You’re evil. You look innocent but you’re a vile sadist waiting for a hot hunk to molest.”
“I haven’t molested you.”
“You should have!”
Reid sat down on the edge of the bed and tilted his head to look at his painting.
He leaned closer to lick off the left ear from the bunny. Morgan swallowed deeply and arched his body to meet Reid’s tongue.
“Tasty.” Reid commented, moving along the other ear down to the bunny’s chubby belly. His tongue traced all the lines of paint slowly. Finally he climbed up Morgan’s body and kissed him deeply, letting him taste the chocolate paint. “So…. Are you begging yet?”
Morgan licked the paint from his lips. “Almost….”
“Good.” Reid leaped up the bed and hurried to the closet.
“Where the hell are you going?!”
“Wait a sec….” Reid came back with a familiar box.
“Reid, I’m usually the first to suggest those, but not now!”
“You told me to go on till you beg.” Reid shrugged and placed the toy box on the bed. “How bout this?” He pulled a toy of the box.
“No, you.”
“When you beg. Did you know that the first recorded usage of the term "dildo" is from 1593?” Reid coated the rubber toy with a thick layer of lube, and spread a generous helping of it on Morgan’s opening. “Most linguistics believe it was derived from the expression "Dil Doul", which meant the male genitalia. It was first used in a 17th century folk ballad called The Maids Complaint for want of a Dil Doul.”
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” Morgan groaned. He closed his eyes when he felt the tip of the toy touching his entrance.
“You want me to prepare you first?”
“No, just do something!”
Reid smirked and pressed the toy slowly past the tight opening. “Did you know the oldest known sex toy is a siltstone 20-centimetre phallus from the Upper Palaeolithic period, 30 000 years ago.” He started moving the dildo in and out, making Morgan moan. “It was found in Hohle Fels Cave, near Ulm in Germany.”
“Pretty boy….” Morgan panted, trying to shimmy his body down the bed against the thrusts, but the cuffs kept him in place. “That’s…. that feels good….”
“As good as me?”
“No…..”
“What do you want?”
“You…”
“You know what you need to do….” Reid grinned.
“Fine. Please.”
“Is that begging?”
“It’s begging! Get inside me right now or else!”
“Or else what?”
“You don’t wanna know.”
“Okay…..” The genius chuckled. “But you forgot something.”
“Please.”
“That’s better.” He pulled the toy out slowly and positioned himself between Morgan’s thighs. “Are you well stretched?”
“Yes!” Morgan didn’t even try to hide his frustration. He pulled his legs up against his chest. “Do I need to get you some new batteries to get you moving?”
“No.” Reid smeared his hard-on with lube. He guided himself to Morgan’s opening and pressed completely in. Morgan gasped.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, get on with it.”
Reid grabbed his partners legs and set a feverish pace. His thrusts were ruthless and accurate, reaching Morgan’s special place again and again. The cuffed man let his head bounce back and forth with each thrust. Reid was usually the epitome of gentleness when Morgan was in the receiving end, but Morgan had always found it fascinating how easily the genius could switch moods. From sweet to the ruthless, merciless lover who gave him exactly the hard and hot treatment he wanted. Morgan forced his eyes open to take a look at Reid. The usual innocence was gone, replaced by a predatory expression. That was the last straw.
Morgan came with a loud moan.
He slumped back against the mattress, while Reid continued his invasion. His thrusts became deeper, till he finally buried himself completely inside Morgan and released his load.
The genius slumped down on top of Morgan and gave him a kiss on the sweaty cheek.
“Pretty Boy….”
“Yeah….” Reid murmured. He was already half asleep.
“You wanna take a nap?”
“Mmmmmm….”
“Before that…..”
“Mmmmm….?”
“Would you mind taking the cuffs off?”