#sub!spence

A few weeks later it came to a head. The team was going out to celebrate the end of a long case. Before Spencer could mutter out an excuse you reached over and stole the book he was reading. “You’re coming too, right?” you asked with a mischievous glint in your eye. 

His brain must have really short-circuited then because he found himself stammering out a yes. The next thing he knew he was being ushered into the corner seat of a booth and you were sliding in next to him. Spencer was acutely aware of 2 things. The first was that he was hard - no surprise there. But the second thing was not only surprising but shocking. Your hand was lightly skimming the top of his thigh and you had started to trace little nonsensical patterns onto the inseam of his pants, creeping dangerously high. 

For a profiler, Spencer Reid was not subtle in the slightest. It had taken you less than a week to realize that the resident genius liked you but you hadn’t decided on what to do with this information until a few days ago. The team had been working a case in Michigan and tensions were running high. Interrogations were getting nowhere and you had let your frustration get the better of you, slamming your hands on the table and getting in the unsub’s face. You stormed out of the interrogation room only to catch Spencer escaping down the hall to the bathroom with something rather large in his pocket. It was then that everything clicked into place.

Now you continued your ministrations while listening to Emily’s latest exploits, ghosting over Spencer’s bulge, careful not to apply any pressure. He was completely silent and gripping his glass of water like his life depended on it. He made no move to stop you and when you squeezed his upper thigh he came in closer. Emboldened by his movement, you quickly shifted your hand to hold him. His reaction was immediate. He bucked his hips forward and very nearly spilled his water, barely suppressing a moan. Surely he hadn’t… You massaged him lightly to discover that he had indeed.

You just made Spencer come in his pants in a bar in downtown D.C. 

Grinning, you waved away JJ’s concerned questions to Spencer. “I think Spence is getting a little tired. Why don’t I take you home?” 

He gave an uncoordinated nod and let you usher him out into the cool night air and to your car. He was so flustered that he could barely remember how to think, let alone speak. You opened the passenger side and watched him climb in, his cheeks stained red. You leaned in and pulled his seatbelt over his lap, giving him an eyeful of your chest. He was just too easy.

You started the car and pulled out in silence, contemplating your next words. “Look at you, Dr. Reid. You’re a complete mess. You’ve got 3 PhDs but you still can’t keep it in your pants. Is that what you’re doing when you run away from me? Are you jerking off in the bathroom like a horny teenager?”

He looked down at his feet, beyond turned on. He was so hard, it was like he hadn’t come just 10 minutes ago. “Y-yes” he whispered. 

“You’re a greedy boy aren’t you?” you palmed his sensitive cock over his pants, eliciting a low whine from his throat. “Lucky for you, I’m very generous. Tonight I want to see you come undone over and over again. I’ll have you cumming until you don’t have anything left. I wonder if you’ll cry. What do you think, baby? Are you gonna cry for me?”

“Fuck, Y/N” you squeezed him without warning and he sucked in a sharp breath, digging his head into the back of the seat. 

“Watch your language” you hissed. “You’re an even bigger brat than I thought. I don’t want to hear another word out of you until we get to your place.”

When you pulled up to his apartment you withdrew your hand and turned to face him, softening your gaze. “Are you okay? Don’t answer right away. Take 30 seconds to think about it. If you want, I’ll let you out and we never have to talk about this again.”

Spencer locked eyes with you. He knew what he wanted from the moment you breezed into the BAU but he counted a quick 30 seconds in his head, eager to follow your every command. “Please come upstairs with me. I want you so, so badly.”

That was all you needed to hear before taking Spencer’s hand and guiding him up to his apartment. You were patient with him as he fumbled for his keys. You closed the door behind you and regarded him uncomfortably standing in his living room. You gestured to the couch and he practically raced to sit down, nearly tripping over the coffee table. Slowly and purposefully you sat by his side and opened his pants. 

“What a mess” you scolded, running a finger along the underside of his cock and letting out a short laugh when he thrusted his hips up towards you. You wrapped your hand around his base. “Is this what you think of late at night when you’re all by yourself” 

He nodded.

“I expect you to answer me when I speak” you squeezed, hard. 

“Yes” he breathed. “I think of you all the time”

“All the time?” you teased. “You’re so fucking needy. You just can’t control yourself, can you? I wonder how many times you’ve gotten off thinking of me. 10 times? 20? 50?” 

With each guess he turned a darker and darker shade of red. You guided his hand to his cock. “Why don’t you show me?”

 As his hand traveled up and down his length, you continued to goad him on. “What a pretty cock for such a dirty boy. I wonder what the team would think if they knew your little secret? If they knew you were jerking yourself off almost every night? If they knew what you were doing in the bathroom at the office or in police stations or during dinner at Rossi’s?” 

As you spoke you undressed, taking your time with the buttons of your shirt and neatly folding each garment afterwards. When you finished you settled yourself on an armchair directly in front of Spencer and parted your legs ever so slightly, just enough so he could see your soaking wet core. His pace was furious and his breaths came out in heavy pants. “What’s wrong, baby? Are you shy? Why don’t you come for me?”

At this he erupted all over his hand with a shout and collapsed back into the couch. Smiling widely, you dropped to your knees and crawled over to him, settling between his legs. You littered a trail of gentle kisses from his knee to his inner thigh and back down the other side.  

“Have you thought of me like this?” you asked. He whimpered out a yes, clutching the couch cushions. You took his soft cock into your mouth, sucking gently at the oversensitive flesh and bringing one hand up to cup his balls. His hips bucked towards your mouth of their own accord and you brought your forearm up to hold him down. You hummed happily when you felt him harden, vigorously pulling him into your mouth and occasionally traveling all the way up his length and swirling your tongue over the tip. So responsive. 

“Mommy, I’m going to -” he finished with a groan. He let out a string of unintelligible whimpers and squeezed his eyes shut, pleasure eclipsing his embarrassment. You swallowed the miniscule amount of come he released into your throat while looking up at him through your eyelashes. 

“Mommy? Oh I like that. You wanna be my baby?” you pulled away and settled into his lap, straddling him and bringing your dripping core to brush against his red and oversensitive cock. 

“I do,” he whined pitifully. His breaths came out in heavy pants and all he could see was you. His cock was so sensitive, every sensation was magnified. The cool air coming in from a cracked window, the leather couch cushions sticking to his back, and your soft, warm cunt. He was torn between overstimulation and his desperate need to have you, all of you. 

Luckily for Spencer he wasn’t the one making the decisions. You brought yourself up, dragging him through your folds before settling down on his cock. You took him slowly, feeling yourself stretch around him. Smiling, you wiped a stray tear from the corner of his eye. 

“You’re such a good boy, Spencer. You feel so good. You know, I’ve thought of you too” you confessed. It was true. You couldn’t help but want him from the very beginning, that shy smile and the awkward little wave in lieu of a handshake. Sometimes when he rambled you closed your eyes so you could block out everything except his voice.  He looked up at you in disbelief. “It’s true, baby. I’ve pictured us just like this. But you’re so much better than anything I could have imagined.”

You picked up your pace and brought a hand to your clit. Spencer was nearing his high for the fourth time that night and having you above him, revealing your fantasies and letting out breathy moans was more than he could handle. He rutted into you, so overwhelmed that his release took him by surprise. He shook underneath you, hips lifting off the couch and tears streaming down his face. He had never experienced a dry orgasm, never had someone ruin him so thoroughly that he had nothing left to give. 

Your release followed quickly and Spencer pulled you in close as you collapsed into his chest, needing to feel you against him. You were both too blissed out to even speak. You pressed sloppy kisses to his collarbones and his neck, marking him as yours. When you felt his breathing start to even out, you pulled away with whispered assurances to be right back. 

You returned in one of his old tee shirts with a washcloth and very gently cleaned him up, showering him with praise as you did so. You took his hand and led him to bed. When you turned away he caught your arm. “Are you - will you please stay with me?”

“Of course, sweet boy” you climbed under the covers and cradled his head in your chest. “Mommy’s here”

"would you be open to..." he furrowed his brows as he tried to find the right words, "to waking up to - i don't know how to say this at all - like if i... performed oral on you?"

"are you asking if you can wake me up by eating me out?" you reiterated, probably trying to confirm what he had meant.

"uhm," he cleared his throat, "yes. that is what i was trying to say."

"i think that sounds like a great way to wake up, honestly," you confirmed for him.

it took you forever to wake up. it always did - not that he minded it. you would be lying there, sprawled out like an angel, wiped out from the previous night's strenuous activities. your breathing would be calm and steady, your eyebrows relaxed and content with finally feeling that peace the both of you craved.

the time you slept gave spencer the time to admire you the way he wanted to at all hours of the day. every crevice of your face, the curve of your eyelashes and cheekbones, the pillowy plushness of your lips, was silently praised by him.

often times he would also relish in your touch. you had a tendency to curl into him as you slept. one leg would be thrown over his as your head was either rested on his chest or buried in his neck to soak in the scent of him. either way, he was able to adore you.

but sometimes the sighs that escapes your lips while asleep reminded him of the sighs you would make during your time while being intimate - the way your breathing got heavier didn't help that picture, either. it would make your peaceful state look so much more stressed and needy than before - that's why spencer asked. he didn't want to be creepy. he just wanted to make sure you were satiated and taken care of but he figured asking you first is always better than taking his chances (because he's so respectful, y'know).

when he felt your hips grind down on his hip gently, those same sighs and panting leaving your lips, he decided to follow through with his request. luckily, you had only been sleeping in one of his shirts due to prior activities, so all he had to do was maneuver himself around you.

he let you rut your core against him a couple more times, noting the wetness he already felt against his bare leg, before gently rolling your legs open. he let the blanket drop off the two of you so he could put all of his focus on you. he carefully spread your legs open as he placed himself between them, your head lolling to the side, still asleep.

spencer finally allowed himself to look at your pussy, already glistening and wet, ready for him as your hips jolted forward a bit to seek some sort of relief for the tension.

he took his arms and wrapped them around your hips securely to keep you in place. one of his hands rested atop your lower stomach as he used the other to spread the lips of your pussy open for him to see clearly. he gently blew on your hole, noting the sigh that left your lips before a little smirk grew on his face.

finally, he allowed his tongue to draw a thick, long stripe up your slit, collecting all of your juices like his favorite drink. your once quiet sighs turned into a soft moan from such little contact it made spencer chuckle from between your legs. he moved your knees to dangle over his shoulders so he could get even closer to your body.

going in once more, this time he gently traced your hole with his tongue, loving the way you clenched around nothing. he found his own hips rutting up into the bed to relieve himself as he placed a tender kiss to your clit, a whimper now leaving your lips as your head turned to the opposite side.

attaching his lips to your clit, softly sucking on the bundle of nerves, he heard a full-fledged moan exit your lips before feeling your hands wound in his hair - an unmistakable feeling.

"fuck, spence," you moaned, your eyes still shut. "thank you, baby."

your hips gently ground against his face as he continued suckling. spencer found himself looking up to see your face as he provided you pleasure, which seemed to only be amplified with the sleepiness you felt from just waking up. he allowed one of his hands to leave its hold on your hips. he lined one of his nimble fingers with your entranced slowly pushing it inside of you.

"such a good boy, spence," you praised. "making me feel so good before i even wake up, yea? such an eager little pup."

spencer's hips rutted up against the bed more eagerly now as he continued his ministrations on your pussy.

"just like that, baby," you remarked as he curled his finger up to reach that spongey spot inside of you. "yes, spencer."

as he entered another finger, he looked up to see your mouth hanging open in ecstasy as your hands tugged gently on his hair. you pulled his head further into you before looking down for the first time and being met with his beautiful hazel eyes.

"such a good sight to see first thing, my love," you praised as he sped up his fingers inside of you, you moved one hand to palm at your breast.

he flicked his tongue over your clit after sucking it between his teeth. spencer's free hand found itself moving up on your body and cupping yours on your breast, telling you he wanted to do it himself. he gently trolled your nipple between his fingers, sending a spark more of pleasure right to your core.

"you're so good to me, spence. such a good fucking boy," your back was now arching off the bed, sending your pussy even closer to his face.

when his hand moved off your tit, he moved it to where your free hand had managed to slip on the bed. he tangled his fingers between your own, holding your hand as he continued to eat you out and finger you like there was no tomorrow.

"spence-baby," you breathlessly tried to warn him. "i'm so - i'm gonna," your stomach was tightening as he used his skilled fingers to unravel the knot inside of you.

his tongue flicked more quick, his fingers curled faster, trying to drive you to that edge you so desperately needed to fall over. each groan he let out over your pussy, he knew would drive you closer and closer to your desired destination.

"fuck!" you yelled, your back now off the bed as your hand squeezed spencer's harsher to ground yourself. "ohh, my god!"

spencer moved his fingers even quicker to draw all of your orgasm out, not doing it for long before he found your liquids spilling all over his hand and the sheets you were on.

"ah, don't stop," you begged.

spencer looked up to see your face with a sheen of sweat, glistening against the soft glow of the sun. your eyes were fluttered shut as your hips were mercilessly moving and grinding against his face.

"don't fucking stop, baby," you now ordered, your squirt continuing to flow out of you before you stopped grinding against his face.

when spencer finally came up from between your legs, his chin, shoulders, and hand was covered in your own release. he sucked his fingers between his lips, wanting to taste you even more than he already had. the sight alone was enough of an excuse for you to draw him closer to you by his shoulders, connecting your lips in a sloppy kiss.

"now that's a nice wake-up call, spence," you huffed out, still out of breath from just minutes earlier.

"you just looked so pretty," he followed your lips, kissing them once more as if he couldn't get enough of you - because he couldn't. "and you started grinding against my leg so i figured it was as good a time as any to try it out," he shrugged as he moved his body more beside your own.

"there's another thing i wanna try out," you grinned maniacally before continuing, "in the shower," you whispered in his ear.

"i-uh," he stuttered out, clearly going to do whatever you wanted. "su-sure."

your hand moved further down his torso, finally being met with his, as you suspected, painfully hard dick.

"seems like i'm not the only one who needs a nice wake-up call, huh, pup?" you smiled at the way his hips automatically thrusted into your hand, a whimper falling from his lips. "i'll take that as a yes."

it would turn out to be a long, long morning - but in the best possible way.

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But beneath that bashful appearance was a hidden deviancy— a desire so strong it seeped from his fingertips that peeked out from beyond the sweater sleeves. The pads of his fingers became harsher when they drew over my hips and paired well with his heavy breaths turning to desperate panting in my ear.

The warmth from his lips caused my back to arch, setting off a chain reaction as my bottom pressed against his painfully obvious erection. Even Spencer was unable to resist, his hips bucking forward with a weak whimper falling from his lips.

“Spencer…” I warned in a voice too dreamy to be stern.

He didn’t take it seriously, either, considering his hips only grew faster and more insistent in their rocking. I grabbed a hold of his arms still wrapped around me, which urged him on even more. If I’d really wanted him to stop, I could have grabbed his hips. I could have used a darker tone and ordered him to stop, but I did neither of those things.

“Yes ma’am?” he managed between breaths, beginning to rub himself against me in longer strokes with each thrust.

The feeling it sparked made it even harder to continue my astonishingly weak chastisement, but I tried, nonetheless.

“You know how I feel about you getting me riled up before bed.”

“I’m sorry,” he lied. It was a lie for one glaringly obvious reason.

“You’re still doing it.”

“I can’t stop,” he whined, burying his face into my neck and nipping at the skin the same way a kitten might play. My whole body shuddered in response, goosebumps rippling from every place he touched me. It was all made worse by the way his hair tickled under my jaw.

“It feels so good,” he keened, “You feel so good.”

I had already accepted defeat. We both knew the second I failed to stop his hips that I had lost. There was simply no ignoring how badly I wanted release. How badly I wanted him.

So I shifted my grip on his arm, sliding down to his wrist and forcing both of our hands down my stomach until it hit the band of my underwear. Spencer’s body shook, his breath leaving him all at once when he played with the band.

“C-Can I?” he asked, “Can I touch you?”

Asking permission was adorable, but also silly given the context.

“Why else would I put your hand there?”

That was all he needed. Shimmying impossibly closer to me and eliciting a moan from himself in the process, Spencer’s hand slowly lowered until it cupped my sex. My mind wasn’t able to pick one part of him to focus on, and as a result I just felt lost in his embrace.

I think that was what he was hoping for, his kisses becoming sloppier and his noises louder. He dragged his finger between my folds, gathering the wetness that had formed from him rutting helplessly against me. As he pushed it inside of me, I let out my own loud moan, my hips moving in tandem to his.

“Shit, Spencer,” I cursed when another finger quickly followed.

He was being strangely quiet, trying to muffle his responses while simultaneously working me rougher than he ever had before. I would’ve reprimanded him for it, but it felt so fucking good to have him want me badly enough to bend a few rules.

I was drunk on him, my body feeling so light that I was almost floating in the sea of sheets. My nails dragged down those fuzzy sleeves, turning the softness into a weapon that would leave friction burns over his forearms.

For a brief second, I was worried it was too cruel to the poor boy rutting against me like an animal.  His movements started to slow, still firm and persistent in their force, but in a broken rhythm.

“I wan’ it,” he whined into my neck, “I want you to...”

“Say it, baby,” I groaned, wanting to hear the filthy words in that sheepish little tone.

Spencer’s whimpers changed to sobs. His legs curled tighter around me, and his arms held me tighter to grant his wrist more movement. His fingers never stopped, though, even when he removed them from my heat to drag them over my clit.

“I-I want you to... come,” he whispered between what I could image were well-bitten lips, “I want to make you feel good.”

The little plea was so cute, so desperate, that I couldn’t control the string of curses that followed. My muscles tensed and my breath to grew restless. My hips rolled with his until I was on the brink of losing all control.

“Please,” he begged in the tiniest, squeakiest voice, “Please, come for me.”

And I did. My jaw dropped open in a silent scream, and he continued to whisper sweet nothings as he placed feather-light kisses all over my skin. His cute noises were like a soundtrack to my own euphoria, enhancing the feeling of bliss and Spencer surrounding me.

I couldn’t tell when his hips drew back and away from me, but by the time my orgasm started to fade, Spencer was hardly touching me anymore. I chalked it up to him wanting me to have space to catch my breath. I also figured the poor thing was probably horribly frustrated after rubbing against me for that long.

Either way, I was happily sated and horribly sleepy when I mumbled, “You were right. That did feel good.”

Spencer gave a soft, nervous chuckle from his spot beside me. I turned towards him and tried to pull myself closer, but his hands stopped me. In my delirium, I wasn’t able to read into all the reasons why. And when he leaned forward to give me a kiss, I didn’t really care why, either. As long as I got my goodnight kiss, I knew things would be okay.

Or so I thought. But when I pulled back, I saw something in his eyes. A combination of fear and shame hidden behind a heavy veil of anxiety.

“Can I get up now, ma’am?” he asked so quietly I almost missed it.

“Hmm? Why?”

“To go to the bathroom and to get you water,” he explained. It seemed such a straightforward and Spencer-like answer that I couldn’t really question it.

“Sure, baby. Thank you.”

Per usual, I watched as he sauntered away, his baggy pants dragging after him. His slow, awkward gait wasn’t exactly abnormal, but something about the way his feet shuffled across the floorboards struck me the wrong way. Like he was hiding something.

“Wait,” I called, causing him to glance back to me instantly, “Come here.”

Spencer kept his body facing away from me. That look in his eyes had only gotten worse, and his hands, still buried beneath the sweater sleeves, were fiddling with the hem of his top.

“What are you hiding?”

“N-Nothing,” he squeaked.

I was not convinced to say the least.

“Come here, Spencer.” My voice was firm enough that he didn’t hesitate, but gentle enough that he felt emboldened to whine as he slowly turned back towards me.

Even when he stood in front of the bed, his hands stayed rooted on the bottom of his sweater, which he was pulling taut over his pants.

I tried to look him in the eyes, but he was stubbornly staring off to the right with a very prominent pout. I might have gotten angry if his bright red ears and pink cheeks didn’t look so adorable. The poor thing was so embarrassed, I’m convinced he didn’t take a single breath as I pried his fingers off the sweater.

Sure enough, I found what I’d expected. The front of his pants were two shades darker and, I’m assuming, sticky with his release.

“Awww. Did you get a little too excited, baby?”

Spencer hung his head in shame, but the information just made me giddy. I was hardly even tired anymore after this revelation.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“Why?”

He shifted his hips back and forth like that would excuse him from answering the question. But my eyes met his despite his best efforts to avert them. Eventually, he brought his hands up to his chest to twiddle his fingers now that I’d taken control of the hem of his sweater.

“I was supposed to be taking care of you, but I got greedy and selfish,” he explained as quietly as possible while still being audible.

“I suppose you did.”

My voice was much calmer than I think he’d expected. But there was no need to torture him with my words when I had two perfectly good hands. With one hand still holding the sweater up, I used the other to gently stroke over the sticky spot on his pants.

There was an immediate, visceral reaction from Spencer. His whole body shuddered, and his knees buckled. He all but collapsed against the side of the bed, grabbing hold of the sheets and letting out the most pathetic whimper I’d heard all night.

“I’m sorry!” he repeated more frantically, “You’re just so pretty and the noises you were making were so nice a-and-”

“Go clean up and get me some water,” I asked more than ordered.

Spencer seemed surprised at first, but then quickly accepted the opportunity to find some reprieve from my teasing and an end to his raving and bolted off towards the bathroom with a curt, “Yes, ma’am.”

“And Spencer?” I called before he got too far. I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he turned back to me for the second time. But this time he had no reason to be nervous.

“No bottoms when you come back.”

The blush returned in full force, blooming up his neck and across the bridge of his nose. He chewed on his bottom lip to hide his bashful smile, but I saw it, nonetheless. It was the perfect thing to see before I let my eyes close again, basking in the feeling of bliss that the night had already brought.

It was such a powerful feeling that I’d actually almost fallen asleep. I didn’t hear the soft tapping as he set the glass on the bedside table. No, I was stirred awake again by the dip of the mattress. Before I’d even managed to open my eyes, his limbs were all wrapped around me again, clinging to my side like it was the only thing keeping him together.

I chuckled at the feeling of his hips pressing against my side, seeking out the friction he’d avoided moments before.

But I had other plans.

With both hands, I shoved Spencer off of me and onto his back. He started to whine the second his arms were torn away from me, even though we both knew where things were headed. At least, I thought we did. But when I finally straddled his lap and started my trail of kisses down his chest, Spencer grabbed hold of my wrist.

“Wait—“

I paused, glancing up at him with a rapidly building frustration. It was only made worse by the fact he suddenly got tongue tied in response. He shrank even further into the bed, releasing my hand and grabbing the soft fabric of his sweater like it would let him hide from me.

“I-Is this my punishment?” he whispered.

“Yes.” Obviously.

“But...” he started, furrowing his brows and growing even more restless.

But nothing. I returned to my previous ministrations, spending a little longer on each kiss now that he’d made me stop once.

“Are you questioning my disciplinary decisions, Spencer?” I asked through a grin. I waited until he opened his mouth to speak before I latched my lips onto his hip bone, sucking harshly at the skin.

His breath hitched in his throat and hips started to buck against my mouth, but I held them down just as he’d grabbed me.

“No, ma’am!” he finally managed, “I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Good,” I cooed once I was satisfied with the red mark I’d left behind. If he thought that was a lot, he was in for a surprise.

And sure enough, as soon as I wrapped one hand around his dick, Spencer was on the brink of tears from the overstimulation. I felt the blood beginning to rush, causing him to develop an erection that I could only imagine from his responses was borderline painful. But even that didn’t stop him from wiggling his hips under my hands.

Luckily for him, I wasn’t planning on using my hands. Instead, I lowered myself and guided him into my mouth. From there, I let my tongue run up and down the underside of it, slowly bobbing and feeling the way it changed with each movement until it had returned to its previous size. When it was finally too much to fit at once, I took my time lavishing every inch of it and the way he responded to my touch.

It wasn’t just the physical responses that made my heart swell; it was the devilish sounds flowing from the boy genius above me. He’d tried to stifle the whines and whimpers with his fingers but found that there was still too much room to stop the noises. Instead, he’d shoved the ends of his sweater sleeves into his mouth.

I watched from below as his jaw tensed and released as he chewed on the sleeves with his eyes clenched shut. I didn’t reprimand him for avoiding looking at me because the sight before me was already too much for me to bear.

There was just something so fucking innocent about him. Something so pure and so beautiful that it took the little breath I had away from me in an instant. It happened at the same instant, in fact, as when Spencer’s hips bucked up into me again. He hit the back of my throat more harshly than I’d expected, and when I gagged just a little, Spencer was downright sobbing.

So when his hands came to cup my cheeks, I wasn’t surprised to find the soft sleeves damp with tears and spit. What did surprise me, however, was how gently he lifted my face off of him. It was so tender that I could feel his hands shaking with restraint and overwhelming adoration.

“I-I know I was bad, and I don’t have any right to ask but... can... can we stop for the night?” he whispered, coaxing me closer to him until my hips rested on his.

With those giant puppy dog eyes, he kept pulling me in. I found myself unable to resist falling further forward until our chests were pressed together and our noses touched.

“Are you not having fun?” I asked with a disappointed tone.

“That’s not it at all!” he insisted, shaking his head but smiling at the way our noses rubbed together. He let out a shaky breath, snaking his arms around me and pulling me impossibly closer, just as he had before. “I just don’t think I’ll be able to finish again and I don’t want your jaw to get tired on account of me.”

I didn’t answer. Not only because I didn’t have the words, but because I was still too busy trying to find my way out of his gaze. It was so full of love that I was drowning in it, only able to stay afloat by his arms holding me up.

He must have seen the satisfaction on my face, because Spencer just smiled at my silence.

“Plus, I’m sleepy,” he mumbled, drawing out the vowels and fighting back a yawn that forced its way through, anyway.

“My sleepy baby,” I cooed back, bringing both hands up to stroke his cheeks. The smile returned to his face before he’d even finished yawning, and it stayed the whole time I tried to kiss him. His giggles made it even harder for either of us to focus, but eventually he buried himself back into my neck to force me to make a decision.

It was an easy one to make.

“Of course. We can stop,” I sighed while my fingers combed through his hair. His breathing evened out so quickly, his lips pressing over my shoulders in a kiss that brought my attention to how happily he was humming.

“We need to get you some new bottoms, though. I don’t want you to get cold.”

After a few more whines, Spencer begrudgingly agreed to my plan. I’d dragged myself out of bed and left him swamped in blankets until I could bring him a new pair of pajamas. I helped him put them on, laughing the whole time at the way his cheeks stained pink again at the surprising amount of intimacy the act required.

He still wasn’t used to being taken care of. But that was okay; I had the rest of my life to show him.

That was what was on my mind when we were finally back in bed, tangled together and slowly finding our way back to the comfortable quiet of the night. Soft sleeves rubbed under my shirt again, albeit slower and sleepier than before. The same couldn’t be said for his hips, however, which rocked against me with the exact same level of enthusiasm.

“Spencer,” I warned playfully.

“I’m sorry!”

“No,” I laughed, “not that.”

He waited a little while longer, drawing wider patterns that still felt a lot like ‘I love you’ before he asked, “Then what is it?”

I reached my hand up, letting out a deep breath as I ran them through his unruly curls.

“You’re a very, very good boy.”

I felt the smile form on his face that was still pressed close to my neck, and Spencer nuzzled even closer. The blush on his face had also returned, as evidenced by how warm he felt pressed against me.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he mumbled.

“No,” I said with my own smile, “Thank you, Spencer.”

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