Reid x Hotch Oneshot

RxH

Aaron pulled out slowly, both his and Spencer's chests heaving. A small, white trail dribbled from Spencer's sensitive hole, and Aaron reached down to spread it with his thumb, admiring the stunning picture in front of him that was his husband. Aaron shifted himself over so that he lay on his side next to Spencer, running fingers through his tousled, knotted hair. Aaron reached up to the headboard, where Spencer's wrists were bound with a leather strap. Spencer grasped onto Aaron's hand, still too out of breath to talk, and Aaron smiled endearingly.

"I'm gonna undo these, now, okay? Use your nonverbal if you have to." Aaron paused, looking at Spencer, waiting for his signal. After a moment, Aaron felt a tap on his hand, but he considered the possibility that it could have been an involuntary twitch, so he asked again. "Was that your signal? Tap me again so I can be sure." Spencer tapped him again, harder this time. "I know, I know. I just had to make sure, okay?" Spencer rolled his eyes, semi-annoyed. He always felt like Aaron was too cautious; his signal confirmations always reminded him of the 'Are you sure?' screen that popped up after you hit 'Cancel' on something. It was annoying, but deep down, he knew it was because Aaron loved him and never wanted to do anything that made Spencer uncomfortable.

As Aaron unbuckled the strap that hugged Spencer's wrists to the headboard, he whispered, "You were so good for me," and Spencer smiled softly, blushing and turning his head to the side, exposing his neck. "Not even a sigh, huh? You must be exhausted." Spencer blushed a deeper red, not willing to admit just how much he loved it when Aaron praised him. It was something the two recently started exploring. They wanted to experiment with a little bit of everything in order to try to find out any kinks they didn't know they had. Aaron and Spencer trusted each other with their lives (sometimes quite literally, as their job required), so experimenting with each other felt safe. That was the most important thing, especially for Aaron, since he knew Spencer was timid, and sometimes downright embarrassed, when it came to voicing what he liked sexually. But Spencer didn't even have to tell him; Spencer Reid most definitely had a praise kink, and Aaron made a mental note to explore it more.

Spencer's wrists were finally released, and Aaron brought Spencer's hands up to his lips and peppered kisses all over them. "Can you talk now?" Aaron asked, gently placing Spencer's hands in his lap.

"Yeah," Spencer's voice wavered, and he gave a little cough. Aaron pouted, concerned for Spencer.

"Do you want to release your ankles while I get your inhaler?"

Cough. "I'm okay."

"Fine. I'll undo the restraints, but then we're getting into a hot shower. Steam should help."

"Okay," cough "thanks, Aaron."

Aaron slid the leather out of the keeper and unbuckled the left ankle restraint before repeating the process on Spencer's right ankle. "Stay here. I'll go get the shower running," Aaron kissed Spencer's forehead, but pulled back almost immediately, wiping his mouth off with the back of his arm.

"Sorry, I'm a bit sweaty," Spencer laugh-coughed. Aaron shook his head, chuckling.

"That's okay, love. I'm sweaty, too. I figured we would be; I mean, that was a lot," Aaron smirked, and Spencer looked him up and down, licking his lips. Aaron let out a giggle before going to the bathroom to turn on the shower. Spencer's eidetic memory was clearly serving him well. As Aaron walked away from him, Spencer couldn't help but stare at Aaron's perfect body, watching his muscles flex and stretch as he moved.

Aaron ran his hand under the shower head, turning the temperature up until it was hot enough. Drying his hand off on a nearby towel, he called out, "Alright, honey, it's ready." Aaron paused for a minute, listening for a response. He chuckled when he heard a groan coming from the other room, and he walked back over to the bedroom, laying eyes on the lean body splayed across the bed. Trying to stifle a laugh, he reached his hand out towards Spencer. "What?!" he playfully mocked, "you want me to help you up?" Spencer cocked an eyebrow in agreement, and Aaron grabbed Spencer's hands, pulling him to his feet. Spencer gave Aaron a small peck on the lips, smiling broadly, which flustered Aaron. Rubbing his back tenderly, Aaron brought his gaze to Spencer's delicate cheekbones, to his hazel eyes, speaking softly. "How are you feeling?"