Supervisory Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid

— EIDETIC187. independent, heavily selective, canon divergent, OC friendly Spencer Reid from CBS' Criminal Minds. est 2014. Primarily written between seasons 6 to 9, but will write anywhere on the timeline before the prison plotline. I have ADHD, a full time job && am enrolled part time as a student so activity on this blog can be spotty && is prone to months of nonstop activity followed by months of a hiatus. Please keep that in mind when following. Personal/non-rp blogs welcome as long as you DNI with my RPs.

          There are very few things that can get Spencer's brain to completely shut down; he's always thinking, thoughts running a million miles an hour, facts && theories swirling around constantly, never quieting. Whenever Oliver kisses him, though, everything that doesn't pertain to the feeling of the other boy's lips against his immediately vanishes, Spencer's entire world narrowing down to the boy beside him, to the feeling of soft && warm lips against his && the way each kiss always makes his stomach flip && twist pleasantly.

          This time is no exception; even nearly 3 years on, every touch — hell, even every glance — from Oliver still sends a buzz of giddy warmth coursing through his veins, his entire being lighting up with joy. It's just hard to believe that someone so handsome, so smart, wants anything to do with him, && the reminders that Oliver feels the same never fails to put a smile on his face, && a tint of red along his cheeks.

          He's taken to cupping Oliver's face in his palms whenever they kiss, enjoying the solid feeling of the other boy's jaw beneath his hands. He also likes to softly run the pads of his thumbs over Oliver's cheekbones when they kiss; Spencer's a very tactile person, && Oliver has never complained. He's doing that very thing now, hands on either side of Oliver's face && thumbs gently running along his cheekbones as their mouths slot together. It's slow && languid, the boys merely enjoying that they have nowhere else to be, that there's nowhere else they'd rather be, than right here, kissing unhurriedly on Oliver's couch.

          Then, Oliver pulls him into his lap, && every thought in his head goes completely silent. His entire brain shuts off, short-circuits, throws up a bright blue error screen before completely going offline. A quiet gasp leaves him, a pleasant shock of electricity shooting up his spine as Oliver's hands settle around his waist, the other boy's lap a solid weight underneath him. This isn't the first time they've done this, but it is a relatively new development that never fails to send Spencer reeling.

          Oliver pauses to look up at him, asks if this is okay, but Spencer's head is spinning && he can't form any sort of coherent reply, so he merely takes Oliver's face in his hands again && reconnects their lips in lieu of a response. It's enough for Oliver, if the way one of his hands moves from Spencer's hips to tangle in his hair as he slips his tongue into Spencer's mouth is anything to go by. The hand remaining at Spencer's hip slips underneath his shirt && the feeling of Oliver's broad, warm hand over his bare skin has a pleasant shudder running through him, his breath hitching in his throat.

          When Oliver's grip on his bare hip tightens as the other boy rolls his hips up against Spencer's own, his brain may as well have imploded in his skull && started leaking out of his ears. His every thought is gone, replaced by the shock of pleasure he feels when their cocks, separated by layers of clothing as they are, rub against one another. A choked-off moan sounds from his throat && he pulls away from their kiss to instead tuck his face in the space where Oliver's neck meets his shoulder, his own skin flushed from the tips of his ears all the way down his neck. His own noises embarrass him, but that doesn't stop him from moving his hands down to grip Oliver's shoulders as he grinds his own hips down, another moan leaving him as he does so.

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