Lassiter pushed Spencer against the interrogation mirror, feeling Shawn desperately try to undo the detective's belt. The older man grabbed him and pushed him onto the floor, grabbing his wrists and raising his arms around the leg of the table. Lassiter straddled him as he brought out the handcuffs and looped them around the table leg. The psychic wasn't going anywhere. He ripped open Shawn flannel and grazed butterfly kisses below his navel, knowingly teasing him into a leg locked spasm. He felt Spencer bulge below him and the detective grinned and traced a finger above the denim and caused a quiet but high pitched whine. He let his eyes run up Shawn's bare chest and noticed a pinkish glow with the tan. He knew the younger man liked being objectified but seeing him blush and squirm was a hunger Carlton had never experienced.
In a desperate attempt to speed things up, Spencer thrust his hips up, grinding slightly and trying to find any form of release. Lassiter leaned down over him, nose pressed against his, "Do you want this Spencer?" he asked. Shawn thrust again and Lassiter gave him a small light smack on the cheek, "use your words." Spencer rested his head back, clearly trying to regain some sense of control, "yes." He hissed. Carlton gave a small toothy grin, "yes what?" he toyed and Spencer buckled again, flexing his legs "Yes I want this. Just- let's just…" he thrust again and Lassiter gave him the same light smack on the same side of his face. He trailed his hand down to his chest and then abs, resting at his crotch. The psychic would have to learn a little patience.
"You know what I want you to say…" Carlton breathed into his ear and caused Shawn to shudder completely through his body, and Lassiter could feel the young man hardening further at being told what to do. But he blushed, embarrassed to be so submissive and eager. The older man smacked him again, a little harder- not to injure so much as shock, and Lassiter began to grind, up and down, pushing them together and almost riding him. There was a part of the detective that wanted Shawn to cum in his pants like a 13 year old, to embarrass him. But that would be a waste. All he had to do was beg a little. Shawn thrust his hips up at the friction once more before giving into his pride, "Please detective." He muttered.
"What was that, Spencer?" he asked watching Shawn desperately trying to control himself. Not that Lassiter wasn't struggling himself- watching the young man pink and flustered under him was putting more of a strain on his fly than he'd tell anyone. Spencer looked deep into his eyes, catching the other a little off guard, "Please god, Detective Lassiter. Please god just fuck me."
Lassiter let out a deep growl, kissing down from his neck to his belt. Feeling Shawn rise his hips up and allowing the detective to remove his jeans. Having his dick cupped in hand Spencer was desperately buckling against him as Carlton began to rub. He brought himself down to the others ear and bit slightly, "say it again." He ordered. Shawn had his eyes closed and focusing purely on the sensations that the other was causing, "Please Detective." He begged again, and Lassiter pulled down his boxers and pulled out a condom and some lube from his pocket. Lassiter stood up, taking down his own slacks and letting Shawn watch as he lubed himself up. He watched the handcuffed man groan in agony, lifting his legs a little and the detective didn't try to hide a smirk. He got down on his knees.
"One more time, Spencer."
"Please fuck me, detective." He asked- or more cried, as Lassiter rubbed lube on Shawn's asshole and his own fingers.
"Again."
"Please ffff…" was all he could get out before the first finger went in, stretching him out a little as it made contact with his prostate. Carlton went deeper, his voice gravely as he bent to kiss Shawn's jaw, "Finish you're sentence." He ordered, Shawn opened his mouth again only to let a loud whimper come out as his finger made contact again. He couldn't speak without letting out small guttural howls- "fuck me." He cried suddenly as a second finger went in, and both pressed against him. Spencer buckled and lifted his hips further upward, "this is amazing"
Carlton couldn't tell if Shawn had actually meant to say that out loud or not, but he let out a deep throaty chuckle, "Glad you think so Spencer" he mocked, dragging his teeth against his neck. Shawn whimpered louder, embarrassed and in complete pleasure, "I just mea-oh god"
A third finger and Carlton wondered if this might actually kill him, "you ok there psychic?" he asked. Shawn let out a guttural hum to signal how very ok he was. Carlton removed his fingers now Spencer was a little more stretched out and pushed himself inside him. Spencer squeaked, legs locking. He looked up at Lassiter who had his eyes closed and breathing heavily. His shirt and tie still on. Shawn pulled weakly at the tie and Carlton looked down, "d-don't… Don't move a second." He was wincing and the detective was suddenly all too aware this could really be hurting. He was careful not to move a muscle below the waist as he stroked Shawn's brow, "we're in no rush- let me know." He answered simply.
They stilled for a moment, Shawn breathing heavily and Lassiter controlling his urge to begin thrusting. Lassiter ran his hand down Spencer's chest in a petting fashion, "just breathe- you know we don't have to…" he began and Shawn shook his head, adjusting his hips and letting out a quiet moan, grinding on him a little. He nodded quietly, a signal to continue. Lassiter admittedly gingerly moved his hips slowly further into Shawn. He winced a little, letting out a rather feminine moan as the detective held his thighs, lifting them around his hips and spreading him a little further. It was agonisingly slow for Lassiter, but Spencer soon got comfortable and was quietly asking to go a little faster after each thrust.
"If you want something- ask for it." Lassiter suggested coyly, and Spencer let a small grin spread across his face, "f-fuck me faster, detective." He moaned, and Lassiter tipped him up a little, allowing himself further in.
"Magic words?" he asked and Spencer blushed, "Please detective." Lassiter admittedly lost a little of his control, thrusting himself in at the words. Shawn squeaked as Lassiter pulled in and out of him rhythmically, huffing and sweating as it got faster and more intense. He grabbed the young man by the hips, forcing himself further in and grinding until he hit his prostate. Shawn's legs spasmed up around onto Carlton's neck. He let out short whimpering cries and thrusts his hips further up until his dick was a little closer to Lassiter's mouth. The detective almost on instinct stuck his tongue out to lick the bottom on the shaft and kissing the tip.
Spencer let out possibly the most animalistic cry Carlton had ever heard, the mixture of constant pressure on his prostate and Lassiter running his tongue along his dick had proved to be too much as the detective could taste drops of pre-cum between his lips. Hearing that cry and tasting Spencer, as well as the constant rocking inside him brought Lassiter too to the edge. They came together, Spencer filling Carlton's mouth and causing the detective to be grateful for all the pineapples the younger one ate.
"Detective!" he cried as Lassiter let out a deep, heavy moan, digging his nails into the others thighs. He swallowed hard and Spencer squeaked again, gasping slightly as Carlton removed himself from Shawn.
Carlton wiped his mouth and loosely pulled up his pants, lying beside Shawn on the floor. He could never look at him directly after- feeling as though he'd used him. Spencer turned to him though, little out small bursts of laughter, "that was- that was…"
"Amazing?" Carlton instinctively mocked before regretting it. Spencer laughed, "I was going to say intense. You're really good- stupid good at that." He rested his head on his forearms and closed his legs, wriggling a little. Lassiter wasn't looking at him and Shawn Pressed his lips together, "You know- I wanted to right? The whole controlling magic word thing was really hot for me… but…" he began and Lassiter's head whipped around, "did it hurt too much? I could've waited longer but I just…"
"I was just going to say you'll either need to un-cuff me or pull my pants up for me." Shawn grinned. Lassiter dug around for the keys in his pocket and unlocked Shawn, who then pulled up his jeans. They sat next to each other on the floor as Lassiter stroked the back of the psychic's head. Spencer looked at him suddenly and kissed him on the mouth. It was chaste and innocent and exactly what Lassiter needed.
"I want you, detective." Shawn said, without prompt- and for the first time ever: Lassiter believed him.