A Different Kind of Love

Privacy-Rossi*

Hotch walks in on Rossi and the reader doing the.... you know.

"F-Fuck-" you mumbled breathlessly into his neck, his rough hands guiding your hips. He grunted, fingertips sinking deeper into your skin.

You let out a choked moan, hips stuttering as you orgasmed, unable to control your pleasure-filled sounds. He nudged his lips against yours, sloppily kissing you.

"I'm not finished yet.." he muttered against your lips, forcing your hips to keep going. You breathed a gasp out, forehead settled against his.

He started thrusting upwards, hips becoming erratic as they rolled up to yours. Your fingers tangled into his navy dress-shirt, wrinkling it as you hid a loud moan in his neck.

You felt him move, gripping the desk edge as he focused on his release. You got ahold of yourself, making it easier for him to reach his high. You rode him faster, pushing his head back and ravaging his succulent lips.

He let out a low groan into your mouth, hand moving from his desk to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His hips stuttered and you felt him release, his slight panting telling you he had finished.

Before you had time to even peck his lips, the door to Rossi's office opened and in walked Aaron Hotchner. Hotch looked up from his file and stopped in his tracks.

Your eyes went wide and you didn't know whether to jump up or hide yourself from his view. Rossi's arm tightened around your waist, "Aaron." You hid your face from the dark-haired man, unable to look at your lover's boss. Shit, oh, shit.

Hotch cleared his throat, "Uh- I'm sorry, I should've knocked." He sounded more uncomfortable than either you or Rossi.

Rossi grunted, "I would think so." Hotch stood there, his eyes never leaving Rossi's face, too much of a gentleman to even let his eyes flicker down to you. Rossi shifted, "I think you should leave."

Hotch blinked, "Uh, yes." He moved back towards the door, breaking the awkward eye contact. He almost tripped over his feet and started closing the door when he paused. He looked at Rossi's couch rather than at either of you. "We have a case. Wheels up in an hour."

Rossi hummed, "Okay. Thank you." Hotch took that as his cue to get the hell out and closed the door quickly.

You let out a breath, "Oh, my fucking god. That was your boss!"

Rossi glanced down at you, "Mm, but he sees me more as a... mentor. He won't tell anyone."

You scoffed, "Oh, god. It's still bad." You started to lift off of him, but he gripped your hips, keeping you straddling his lap.

He tipped your chin up, "He'll get over it. Now, I do think we were in the middle of something?"

Your eyebrows shot up, "But he just-"

"I have an hour." He grunted, pressing his lips against yours. He spoke to you in between wet kisses, "And I'd like to get one more orgasm from my girlfriend."

You put your hand on his chest, popping the buttons open to reveal the dark hairs. You kissed the exposed skin, "You owe me. I'm never going to be able to look at him with a straight face again."

"Don't worry," Rossi muttered, "he won't either." And then he was guiding your hips again, rocking you slowly. You would never understand how he had such a high sex drive. Going on fifty and he could fuck you into next week.

You nuzzled your nose into his neck, "You're lucky you're hot."

"Mm." He grunted, setting his head back and closing his eyes, "Mhm.."