Stolen time.

May 23, 2011 19:29

He was really starting to like this couch. He'd bought it quick. He'd just needed a couch, and it'd been the one that went with the rest of the decor. He didn't even think about it all that much. But now, things were a little different. Now, this was the couch he'd made out with Spencer on. The one where he'd figured out it was perfectly fine ( Read more... )

rp, reid, withdrawal

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reidthisfast May 28 2011, 07:37:33 UTC
Not turtlenecks, but he has plenty of scarves. He just hopes that his wardrobe has been eccentric for long enough that no one will question a scarf during the summer. Maybe he should invest in concealer again.

"So -- " he starts, though he momentarily loses his train of thought as Hotch's teeth scrape against his neck. "So -- is the goal just to get me to stop talking, or do I have to stop thinking, too?"

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testofwill May 28 2011, 18:25:50 UTC
"Mm, haven't decided the rules of the game yet. Still working on that, but so far..." He leaned down, pressing another wet, heated kiss against Spencer's neck. "So far, just hearing you moan is a great start."

Even if he did cheat a little, hand sliding up Spencer's side.

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reidthisfast May 29 2011, 03:46:41 UTC
"If it's -- nnh -- strategy based, I'm usually pretty god with those. But if it's purely physical, you probably have the advantage."

It's still very new to him -- being wanted like this. Not that it had never happened before, but it had been such a long time and the instances were so few and far between that Reid still has a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that yes, Hotch wants him. Finds him attractive, desirable.

He tries to push his thoughts and insecurities out of his head, teasing his fingers over Hotch's neck and attempting clear his mind of everything but the feeling of Hotch's mouth against his skin.

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testofwill May 29 2011, 03:55:50 UTC
"Then I'm going to play to my advantage." He tugged upward at Spencer's shirt, a warm, so slightly roughened hand coming to touch his skin. God, Spencer's skin. So smooth and soft. Was it really any wonder he wanted to touch every inch? "Keep what advantage I have against your amazing mind."

His lips closed over Spencer's ear, tongue tracing along the lowest edge. His advantage? If it was purely physical, then he'd gladly take it and show Spencer what his body could be used for.

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