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It had been almost six months since Hotch bared his soul to Spencer – confessing that he liked him and had liked him for years. Spencer, however, simply said thank you and left. He didn’t say how he felt. He didn’t give a reason. Hell, he barely even acknowledged him.

Hotch was beside himself. He was sure that was worse than a rejection. Had he not understood him? Maybe that was the rejection? Hotch had no idea and he sure as hell wasn’t going to bring it back up and risk the embarrassment of being told thank you again, so he told himself he would just forget about it. The problem was, he had been trying to forget about his feelings for Spencer since the day he met him.

How Spencer walked into his office, all shy, at the young age of 22. He was fresh out of the academy, which he barely passed. He didn’t know what Gideon was thinking bringing him into the BAU – but once Spencer started talking about a case they were just given, he understood. Spencer amazed everyone, time and time again.

Hotch tried to see other people and tried to ignore Spencer outside of anything not directly related to work but his eyes kept finding Spencer. Watching his hands on evidence boards, studying the way he licks his lips, thinking about how his hands could fit around Spencer’s lithe body, what he might feel like, taste like.

He needed to have Spencer, but how?

Hotch had no idea what he was going to do to get Spencer – that was until they had a case involving a rapist using a refined form of Ecstasy. The unsub would sprinkle it into his victim’s drinks, causing them to become unreasonably turned on. The victims reported having back-to-back orgasms and losing the ability to fight the unsub. The last victim even stated that they were on such a pleasure high that they didn’t want it to stop. They wanted to stay with the unsub.

When Hotch heard that, he couldn’t help but think about how amazing it would be to use it on Spencer. To see him writhing in pleasure under him, unable to fight back, and enjoying everything he had to give him even if he didn’t want it. Plus, the fact that it could make Spencer want to stay with Hotch for good. It was almost too good to be true.

He would never use it though, at least that was what he thought until one Friday evening after work. The team was going to all get together after work but when they were gathering at the elevator to leave, Spencer said he would have to cancel, that he had a last-minute date. A sour mix of jealousy and hatred clouded Hotch’s mind.

How could Spencer see someone else? Does he not know he is mine? I told him how I felt, he should be with me.

Hotch’s mind was racing. Some part of him knew it wasn’t realistic. That Spencer was a grown, single man that could date who he wanted, but that part of his mind was ignored and taken over by the possessive energy coursing through his blood.

Hotch stepped to the side and pretended to get a text. “Sorry everyone,” Hotch started, getting the team’s attention, “Jack was supposed to be on a camping trip this weekend, but he isn’t feeling well.” It was a simple lie and the team believed it without question. He was met with a chorus of oh no and hope he feels better.

The team left, leaving Hotch and Spencer standing by the elevator. After a beat of silence — giving Hotch a moment to think about his next steps, Hotch spoke up. “Reid, where are you headed for your date?”

Spencer squirmed slightly and he wasn’t sure if it was because of the personal question or because of the hungry way Hotch was looking at him. “I—uh, there is a new restaurant off Lincoln we were going to go to.”

“I have to pick Jack up from around there actually. Why don’t I drive you?” Hotch said, faking a caring smile. Honestly, he wasn’t sure where Lincoln was, but it didn’t matter as long as Spencer agreed – and sure enough, he did.

Spencer’s inability to reject people seemed to work both for and against Hotch. “Uh, yeah… Okay… Thank you,” Spencer said after studying Hotch’s face.

“I’ll meet you back here in 10 minutes? I just remembered something I had to finish,” Hotch said, not even giving Spencer time to say no before he started walking toward his office. Once he was inside, he grabbed a small juice bottle from the little coffee station table he had on the side of his office before sitting at his desk.

He took out his keys and unlocked the middle drawer – inside rested a small bag of colorful tablets. Hotch didn’t mean to take them at first. When he was arresting the unsub, he placed the bag he found on the unsub in his pocket to be processed later but feeling the weight of those drugs in his pocket – knowing they could possibly be used on Spencer, make Spencer his – he couldn’t give them up.

Carefully, Hotch opened the bottle of juice. He took a tiny sip, just enough to allow the pill space to dissolve, before he opened the baggy and dropped one tablet inside. The unsub said he used half a tablet on several of the victims but a full tablet on the last victim – the victim that said they didn’t want to leave.

For a moment, Hotch debated about adding more but instead, he closed the juice bottle and swirled it around until none of the drug could be seen. He then slipped the baggy into his pants pocket, just in case, before heading out to the bullpen. Spencer was awkwardly standing by his desk, his cardigan pulled tightly over his shoulders and his satchel resting on his side. Despite what some people might call Spencer’s nerdy appearance, Hotch loved everything he saw, and he couldn’t wait to see more.

“Ready?” Hotch asked as he walked up to him.

Spencer gave a nervous nod, “Uh, yeah. He should be there soon.”

He.

The small word lit a fire under Hotch and any doubts he might have had about what he was about to do left his mind completely. Not only did Spencer throw his feelings away so easily with a simple thank you, but he was about to go out with another man. Have another man flirt with him, touch him.

Hotch struggled to keep his face neutral as they went down the elevator and into the parking garage. Once they were in the car and Hotch started to pull away, he looked down at the juice still in his hand and held it up toward Spencer. “Drink this. I opened it but I don’t want it and it will go bad.” Hotch said before adding, “It will help calm your nerves as well.”

Spencer looked at the juice for a moment before slowly taking it, “Yeah… Okay, thanks.” Spencer unscrewed the lid and studied the pale liquid for a moment before taking a small sip. He must have liked it as he went ahead and finished the whole small bottle in just a few gulps.

Hotch almost laughed. He had no idea it would be that easy. That Spencer would just do what he said because he said it – then again, Spencer had always been like this. Maybe he could have just told Spencer to date him and he would have listened? Hotch looked over at Spencer, and saw the way he was already squirming some in his seat – No, this is much more fun.

He drove in the direction he thought Lincoln Street was in for a few minutes before Spencer said, “I—I don’t feel right…”

Hotch faked a sympathetic look, “Oh, what’s wrong, Reid?”

Spencer pressed his satchel into his lap, letting out a breathy gasp, “I—I feel… hot.”

Hotch slowed down and blindly moved his hand to feel Spencer’s forehead. Once Hotch touched him, Spencer let out another gasp and Hotch couldn’t hide the smile that crossed his face. He knew Spencer would be sensitive but this— this was going to be great.

“You are hot,” Hotch said, pulling his hand back. “How about I take you home? Jack can wait a few minutes.”

“Are you—” the car hit a bump and Spencer let out a light moan.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Hotch said as he got in the turn lane to turn around but instead of heading to Spencer’s apartment – Hotch drove in the direction of his house instead.

Even in Spencer’s altered state, he noticed they weren’t going in the right direction as they got closer to Hotch’s house. “Hotch? W—where are we g—going?” Spencer said, almost panting at this point.

“Look, it's not a big deal… Just relax, Spencer. I’ll make you feel better really soon,” Hotch said, no longer hiding his smirk as he drove a little faster.

Spencer tried to focus around the hot, desperate feeling racing through his veins and making home in his crotch. None of this seemed right. He studied Hotch’s face, and he just knew…

“Hotch… What did you do?”

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Hotch didn’t bother to answer Spencer as he turned into his neighborhood. What would he even say? Oh, I drugged you and I plan on raping you until you are mine. No. He is sure Spencer’s genius mind already figured that one out.

He watched from the corner of his eye as Spencer started to panic. He tried to undo his seat belt, but his hands weren’t working how he wanted them to and every brush of his satchel against his lap made him moan ever so slightly.

Hotch had to wonder if all of the victims were this sensitive or if Spencer’s virginal nature made it even worse.

They pulled into Hotch’s driveway, pulling right into the garage. Hotch made sure that the garage door shut all the way behind them before he turned his car off. The car was silent, except for Spencer’s rapid breathing.

“Calm down, Spencer,” Hotch said firmly. “I’m not going to hurt you, the opposite actually.” Hotch licked his lips and looked Spencer up and down, admiring the blush that colored Spencer’s cheeks. He got out of the car and went around to Spencer’s side. First, he took Spencer’s satchel and put it over his own shoulder before reaching around Spencer – purposely leaning down to rub his arm on Spencer’s lap and painfully hard erection – to undo his seat belt.

The sounds Spencer made and the wet patch building on his pants only made Hotch want to touch him more so instead of pulling him out of the car, he gently rubbed the head of Spencer’s cock through his pants. Spencer hissed out at the rough sensation and just how sensitive he was. Despite everything in his mind telling him to push Hotch away, to run for it, he didn’t dare.

“Hotch…” Spencer whined out and Hotch didn’t even know if Spencer knew if he wanted to beg for Hotch to let him go or beg him to touch him more.

Hotch smirked, “Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart.” Hotch carefully helped Spencer out of the car but when his knees buckled the moment he tried to stand, Hotch simply swept the lithe young man into his arms – with one arm behind his knees and the other on his back. Spencer let out a yelp and gave Hotch a shove but even with his mind clouded by drugs, he knew if Hotch dropped him onto the cement ground of the garage, he would get hurt. Spencer gave in and grabbed onto Hotch’s shoulders.

Spencer decided he would fight again once they got into Hotch’s house, but Hotch pressed Spencer even closer to him – causing Spencer’s legs to squeeze together and send a shock up his spine at the pressure and smallest amount of friction on his cock. Spencer was so focused on fighting the feeling and need to moan that he wasn’t too sure when they got to Hotch’s bedroom until Hotch was placing him on his bed.

“There you go,” Hotch said as he placed him down before he turned around and locked his bedroom door. “Now why don’t you go ahead and get those clothes off.” Hotch moved to the gun safe on the side of the room. He opened the safe and took out his side firearm. Before he placed it in the safe, he looked back over at Spencer – who hadn’t moved. “You don’t want to find out what will happen if you don’t listen, Spencer.” Hotch didn’t point the gun in his hand at Spencer, but the threat was the same either way.

Spencer could feel a few tears sliding down his cheeks despite the way the drugs were filling him with a sense of calm. He had seen Hotch kill numerous unsubs, saw him overtake men twice his size, he knew he didn’t have a chance against Hotch – even if he was sober.

Spencer looked away from Hotch and started to strip. He hated that part of him was relieved to get his clothes off – he hated the part of him that wanted to be touched by Hotch even harder. Slowly, Spencer took off his clothes and placed them in a pile next to the bed. If his body was cooperating, he would have folded the clothes, but a pile would have to do.

He left his boxers briefs on, even though they were soaked with pre-cum and uncomfortable against his straining cock. He turned to look at Hotch – who was watching him intently. Hotch’s guns were now locked in the safe and Spencer let himself relax just a little and he sat back onto the bed.

Hotch walked over to him slowly, pulling his suit jacket and tie off while doing so. He placed them over the arm of a chair by the bed before turning his attention to Spencer.

“I think you are forgetting something,” Hotch said, his eyes narrowing down on Spencer’s damp boxer briefs.

“Hotch…” Spencer started but Hotch placed a finger on Spencer’s lips.

“No, I won’t have you complaining. Now either you take them off or I will for you.”

Spencer’s eyes went wide but he didn’t dare speak again. Instead, he slowly placed his hands on either side of his waist band and started to pull the boxers off. The moment the fabric started to rub against Spencer’s cock, he gasped and froze. “P-please… make it stop…”

Hotch smirked and Spencer was sure that wasn’t a good sign. Hotch walked the rest of the way over to Spencer, grabbed Spencer’s boxer briefs, and pulled them off in one go before standing back and looking at all of Spencer, his feet were on the floor but the rest of him was lying flat on Hotch’s bed. He was gorgeous just like he knew he would be.

Some people were fooled by Spencer’s sweater vests and cardigans, thinking he would be out of shape or just skin and bones, but Hotch knew better. He trailed his eyes from Spencer’s sharp collarbone down to his lean, lightly muscled stomach, to his— Hotch’s eyes froze on Spencer’s crotch. He was hard against his stomach, leaking drops of pre-cum on his skin already.

As quick as Spencer could put his hands in front of his crotch to hide himself, Hotch was pulling his hands away.

“No, no. None of that now.” Hotch pulled Spencer’s hands on either side of his hips, taking his time to roll his eyes over Spencer’s body. “Such a pretty little thing. All mine.”

Spencer let out a whimper but didn’t dare move. He had never been looked at like this – as if he were just a piece of meat and Hotch was hungry enough to eat him. Then again, Spencer was hungry too. He wasn’t sure if it was his long standing crush on Hotch or the drugs, but part of Spencer wanted Hotch to touch him everywhere. To take him apart and put him back together again.

The thing was, Spencer had liked Hotch since his first day at the BAU – he didn’t know how the whole team wasn’t falling for this stoic, painfully hot, man. Hotch had thought that Spencer liked him when Hotch asked Spencer out, and he did, but he was also under the impression that Hotch was simply complimenting Spencer on his job well done that day before asking him to get some food out as coworkers. Hotch sat him down, told him that he liked him, asked him out to dinner and Spencer thought it was just platonic compliments and outings – something he only turned down because he had plans to call his mother that night.

Spencer noticed how Hotch seemed upset with him after that evening. How Hotch would watch him, scowl at him. Spencer took it as a hint to move on. His whole profession revolved around reading people, and knowing what people were thinking. He was sure he was right about Hotch not liking him, but based on how he was currently drugged and naked on the man’s bed – he couldn’t have been more wrong.

Spencer’s cock twitching with need brought him back to reality. He looked up at Hotch, at the hungry look in his eyes, and he wanted to hide himself, but he knew Hotch was still holding his hands down.

“This is what is going to happen, Spencer,” Hotch started, slowly leaning back up off of Spencer before starting to unbutton his shirt. “I’m going to make you cum, and you’re going to thank me for letting you.” Hotch pulled off his shirt and tossed it towards the chair near the bed. “Got it?”

For a moment, Spencer’s eyes were frozen on Hotch’s bare chest – feeling his cock leak even more on top of his stomach at every inch of skin he was able to now see. He blinked a few times to come back to his senses. “No, Hotch. I—”

Spencer couldn’t even finish his sentence before Hotch smacked him across the face. He could tell it wasn’t as hard as Hotch could hit but it was effective all the same. Tears welled in Spencer’s eyes as he reached up to cup his hurt cheek.

“You don’t get a choice in this, Spencer,” Hotch said before leaning back onto the bed but this time he went knee first, aiming his knee right at Spencer’s balls. Spencer barely had time to move up a few inches and spread his legs to avoid Hotch. Instead, Hotch’s knee landed right in between his legs. Hotch pushed his leg up against Spencer’s balls, smirking at the way Spencer whimpered at the smallest touch.

“You want this too, Spencer. You’re only lying to yourself.” Hotch said, pushing a little harder.

Spencer wanted to say no, even though he wasn’t even too sure how true it was anymore, but the only thing out of his mouth was a choked moan. He was so desperate to cum, to get some relief, that he found himself grinding back down against Hotch’s knee. Hotch angled his knee a little differently, moving it under Spencer’s balls and pushing hard against the spot there.

Now, Spencer wasn’t new to prostate play. While he would deny it, he was by definition a bottom and learned some time ago how to properly use his prostate for a full sexual experience. While he knew it was possible to rub a man’s prostate by rubbing under his balls, he had never actually done it but if the gasping moan that escaped his lips the moment Hotch pressed against him was any indication, he loved it.

Spencer’s mind started to blur as he tried to push down for more pressure against Hotch’s knee, causing Hotch to almost laugh. “Mm, so desperate already Spencer? Are you going to cum humping my leg like a dog?”

“No… No…” Spencer moaned out but even he didn’t believe himself as his vision whited out and he lost himself – cumming untouched all over his own stomach with a vulgar moan.

Spencer took a moment to come back to himself. The first thing he noticed was that Hotch’s knee was now gone, and the second was that he was still hard. He sat up slightly on his elbows and looked down at himself. “What?” He whispered to himself. “Why am I—” Spencer started but a sharp smack to the inside of his thigh stopped him mid-thought.

He hissed and looked up at Hotch, who was still standing in front of him, this time with his knee off of the bed. “I think you are forgetting something, Spencer.”

For one of the first times in Spencer’s life, his mind was blank. He had no idea what Hotch was talking about. He barely had a few seconds to think before Hotch smacked him on the inside of his still spread thighs. Spencer yelped and tried to close his legs, seeing the red imprint of Hotch’s hand already forming on the softest part of his thigh, but before he could, Hotch took a painfully tight grip of Spencer’s pulsing cock.

Spencer let out a shout at the mix of pleasure and pain that shot through him, “Ahh— Hotch! What—”

Hotch’s hand tightened around him, making him gasp. “You’re forgetting to thank me.” Hotch’s hand tightened even more, and Spencer swore the very tip of his cock that he could still see outside of Hotch’s fist was turning purple. “Now thank me.”

“T—thank you!” Spencer almost screamed out.

Hotch’s hand tightened just a little more. “Not good enough.”

A string of words flew from Spencer’s mouth and only stopped when Hotch loosened his grip on Spencer’s cock. “Thank you for letting me cum! Thank you, Hotch – Sir! Thank you, Sir! Please, please— aahh!”

“Good boy,” Hotch said with a smirk before looking back down at his hand and back up to the way Spencer’s face looked like he was now enjoying Hotch’s more comfortable grip on him. He gave Spencer’s cock a tug, sliding the cum that was still on his cock up and down just once before removing it completely.

“Gahh! Sir…” Spencer whimpered when Hotch took his hand away.

“Aw, so needy. Looks like you actually do want this, huh?” Hotch said, as he climbed down on the bed beside Spencer, laying on his side so he could face the young man.

Spencer couldn’t take the loss. He reached down to stroke his own cock, only for his hands to be hit away by Hotch. Spencer hissed at the sting the smack caused on the top of one of his hands but barely had time to register it before his wrists were being grabbed and forced above his head by one of Hotch’s much larger hands.

“I didn’t say you could touch yourself,” Hotch said but Spencer only let out a small whine.

Being trapped by Hotch’s grip was the last thing on Spencer’s mind as he bucked his hips into the air, trying to find something to rub his aching cock on. Maybe it was the drugs, or maybe it was the urge to finally be close to Hotch after wanting him for so long, but Spencer unconsciously moved closer to Hotch’s bare chest, turning his head, and rubbing his face along Hotch’s strong pecs.

Hotch couldn’t help but smile. He had wanted Spencer for so long and here he was for him to do whatever he wanted with. Hotch could only hope that the drug worked on Spencer like it did on the last victim the unsub he got it from used it on – that it made him not want to leave. Then again, Hotch wouldn’t let him go either way. Looking down at Spencer, his little pink cock hard against his torso, the way he was spreading his legs, how he was pushing himself towards Hotch and whining with desire and want. How could he ever let him go?

Hotch was too lost in his thoughts about keeping Spencer forever that he forgot how desperate the boy next to him was until he heard the pleas falling out of Spencer’s mouth.

“Please… Hotch, please…” Spencer whined as he tried to turn his hips to rub his cock on Hotch’s leg and then letting out another whine when he couldn’t reach.

“Please?” Hotch said, acting naïve. “Whatever could you mean?”

Spencer whimpered and pushed his face further against Hotch. “I— I can’t take it, please. I need…” Spencer let his words die out as an even deeper blush covered his face, suddenly embarrassed by how much he wanted Hotch to touch him.

Hotch took the hand that wasn’t holding Spencer’s wrists down and pulled Spencer’s face off of his chest by his long golden brown hair. He gripped the soft locks between his fingers and wrenched Spencer’s head back until he could see Spencer’s face directly.

“Look at me,” Hotch commanded, seeing that Spencer’s eyes were squeezed shut. Spencer’s eyes flung open and were full of a mix of fear and lust. Hotch wanted to break him and build him back up again. “You need what?” Hotch asked, pulling Spencer’s hair a little harder when he didn’t answer right away.

Spencer let out a gasp at the tug. “Ah— I… I need you to… to touch me, please, Sir, Hotch, please!”

“Good boy,” Hotch said, smirking at the way Spencer was begging for him. He could have begged to allow Spencer to touch himself, even to let him go and get help, but no. Spencer was begging for Hotch to touch him.

Hotch let go of Spencer’s hair, allowing Spencer’s head to fall back on the bed, before he crudely spit on his hand and wrapped it around Spencer’s aching cock. Spencer was already moaning at the contact but his moaning quickly turned into whining when Hotch didn’t start moving his hand.

“Hotch…”

“Aw, you thought it would be that easy, huh? No, if you are that desperate, you can fuck into my hand.” Hotch said, keeping his hand perfectly still, just an inch or two away from the base so Spencer had plenty of room to thrust up into his hand.

Spencer could feel himself shaking. The tight heat of Hotch’s hand wrapped around him was both too much and not enough and he just wanted Hotch to move. He needed more, needed to cum. Spencer experimentally thrusted his hips up just a fraction of an inch and immediately gasped out a moan. “Gah—Hotch!”

Hotch chuckled, “Keep going, doll.”

Spencer whimpered but tried again. He slowly moved his hips up and back down. The embarrassment of the act and the wet squelch sound of his pre-cum mixing with Hotch’s spit in his hand made him want to stop but the pleasure was too much to even consider it, so he kept going. Inch by inch, picking up speed. Spencer pushed his head back against Hotch’s chest to try and suppress the waterfall of moans coming from his mouth, but he never stopped his hips.

He lasted less than three minutes before he was cumming again, covering Hotch’s hand in his cum and panting roughly against his chest.

Hotch took his hand away from Spencer’s cock for a moment to rip him back by his hair again, not caring about the cum that now coated his sex wrecked hair, “What do you say?”

“Thank—Thank you! Sir, Thank you!” Spencer almost yelled between his panting.

Hotch smiled and let go of his hair in turn for wrapping his hand back around his still hard cock. “Good boy, now, again.”

“Ah! Again?! Hotch! I can’t… I can’t take it!” Tears started welling in Spencer’s eyes again.

Hotch narrowed his eyes. “You see this cum on my hand? This is all I’m going to use to fuck your ass with, so you better add more to it.”

Spencer knew that was where this was going. Hotch wouldn’t have drugged and stripped him just to touch him and stop there. He knew Hotch was going to fuck him, but hearing Hotch say it, knowing he wouldn’t be using lube… Spencer could feel his stomach tighten in a mix of worry and want.

Spencer didn’t let himself dwell on the thought, instead, he nodded his head just a little and started moving again. His cock was screaming with overstimulation, but he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop. He kept his eyes trained on Hotch this time as he slowly thrusted up and back down. He wasn’t even sure if he lasted two full minutes this time before he was once again cumming all over Hotch’s hand.

The moment Spencer’s mind cleared enough from his orgasm; he remembered what he needed to say. “T-Thank you, Sir.”

“Good boy. You learn fast.” Hotch said before he let go of Spencer’s cock and wrists all at once in order to roughly move Spencer’s legs apart and cruelly wipe the back of his hand that held the most of Spencer’s cum directly over his pink hole.

“Ah! Hotch!” Spencer yelled at the contact but didn’t bother fighting back. He just allowed Hotch to move and touch his body as he saw fit.

First Hotch wiped the back of his hand on Spencer’s hole, then the side, then the palm, before sliding any cum that wiped on Spencer’s skin down to his hole and lining two of his fingers up. Hotch applied just a little pressure, enough to make Spencer squirm, but instead of pushing his fingers in, he just stayed there.

Spencer couldn’t control the way his hips tried to grind down onto Hotch’s fingers. He had completely stopped fighting. Any part of him that decided he didn’t want this, that this was forced on him, was no longer around. All that was left was a desperate, writhing body that needed Hotch inside of him.

Spencer tried to push down onto Hotch’s fingers again but a strong hand on his hip stopped him.

“What’s wrong, doll? Tell me what you want.” Hotch said and Spencer could hear the smile in his voice without even seeing it. It didn’t matter though. He was too far gone.

“You! Sir, please, you!” Spencer begged.

Hotch leaned over Spencer without moving his hand away from between his legs and captured his lips with his own at the same moment he thrusted two of his fingers into Spencer to the knuckle. Hotch swallowed the scream Spencer let out from the sudden stretch and kept going, sliding his tongue into his mouth while unrelentingly pumping his fingers in and out of Spencer’s tight hole.

Spencer didn’t even have time to process the orgasm that ripped through his body before Hotch added a third finger and went even harder.

Spencer pulled out of Hotch’s kiss with a gasp. “Hotch! So—Ah! To, too much!”

“Not enough,” Hotch almost growled. “I’m tired of waiting.”

Hotch leaned off of Spencer and stood up, leaving Spencer gasping and panting for air on the bed. Hotch made fast work of unceremoniously stripping himself of his pants and boxers before leaning back over Spencer. He swiped his hand through the new cum that painted Spencer’s bare stomach before using it to slick up his cock and line it up with Spencer’s now slightly gaped hole.

“Ready, baby?” Hotch said but didn’t wait for an answer before he was thrusting into Spencer, pushing past the resistance his almost too tight hole gave him in favor of bottoming out.

Spencer screamed at the painful stretch but didn’t try and pull away. If anything, he opened his legs even wider for the older man to use his body how he wanted.

Hotch waited just a moment, enjoying the tight warmth wrapped around his cock. He could feel his cock throbbing deep inside Spencer’s body and could see a small throbbing indent on Spencer’s lower stomach from where his cock was pushing out from the inside.

“Shit, look how deep inside of you I am, Spencer,” Hotch said before taking one of his hands and pressing on the bulge. Spencer let out a strangled moan and came from the pressure.

Before Hotch could even tell him, Spencer said, “T-thank you, Sir,” the moment he got his breath back from the orgasm.

“Fuck,” Hotch moaned out at the sight. It was all too perfect. He couldn’t wait any longer. “Hold on, baby. I’m not stopping until I’m filling you up with my cum.” Hotch started thrusting in and out of Spencer at a brutal speed. No warmup, no time to get used to the feeling of Hotch’s large cock deep inside of him. Just right to fucking him deep and hard.

Spencer turned into a babbling mess. A mix of moans, calling out Hotch’s name, thank yous, and telling him it was too much. Spencer couldn’t tell how many times he came either. It was as if once one orgasm stopped, another started. His mind was becoming a blur of pleasure that he both wanted to stop but also never wanted to end. He wanted to stay here with Hotch in this bed forever. He lost himself in the feeling.

Next thing Spencer knew, Hotch was letting out a grunt and stuttering to a stop and Spencer could feel a rush of wet warmth filling him up. He let the feeling take him and he closed his eyes.

When Spencer opened them again, he felt calm, relaxed even. He looked down at himself and his torso was covered in cum but, finally, he wasn’t hard anymore. His nerves were no longer vibrating from the forced drug either. He looked around the room in search of Hotch but couldn’t find him. Instead, he heard the shower running in the attached master bath.

Now that Spencer’s head was clearer, he knew he should run, call the police, something, but all he wanted to do was lay there and wait. Part of his brain was pulling him towards the older man.

After a few minutes, the shower turned off and Hotch came out wearing only a towel tied low around his waist. When Hotch spotted Spencer still laying in the same spot he left him, but awake, relief shined in his eyes. His plan was working after all. Spencer wasn’t leaving him; Spencer was his now.

Hotch walked up to the bed and hovered over Spencer, giving him a gentle kiss. “How about I draw you a bath, sweetheart? I’ll get you cleaned up and you can rest and then when you get back up, we can go for round two,” Hotch said with a smile.

The idea both horrified Spencer and excited him. Regardless, he said, “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”