Reid stepped out of the shower and grabbed two fluffy towels. Water droplets splashed to the floor as he tossed one to Morgan.

Morgan dried off slowly, running the towel over his glistening chest and downwards, as Reid watched entranced.

"You are beautiful." Reid declared as he crooked a finger at Morgan, bidding him to come.

Morgan secured his towel around his waist and walked over. "You're no slouch yourself."

They both shared a grin.

When Morgan was within reach, Reid grabbed him and spun him so his back was against the counter.

"You really won't need this." Reid said and tugged the towel from Morgan's hips, exposing him once more. He slotted his hips perfectly against Morgan's and slowly rocked.

A low groan tore from Morgan's throat, "Where has this version of you been hiding?"

Reid smiled, "Always been around."

Morgan drew a hand down Reid's back as their arousals glided together pleasurably, "You're fairly collected for this situation."

Reid drew Morgan's face towards his own, kissing him softly, "I need to stay collected for you. You still may need to stop this."

As Morgan began to protest, Reid leaned in to whisper gently in his ear. "Don't get me wrong Derek. I would love nothing more than to be inside of you, feeling you tremble around me in pleasure."

Morgan gasped. Reid, the genius with several doctorates, had just talked dirty to him. "Those words did not just come out of your mouth."

"I believe they did. Come on." Reid declared and tugged Morgan through the doorway that Morgan could not recall Reid even unlocking.

A good deal of kissing occurred on the way into the bedroom and Morgan toppled ungracefully onto the pillows as his knees hit the bed.

Reid laughed and reached into his nightstand, removing a bottle of lubrication. He tossed it onto the bed beside of Morgan and then paused in his quest of retrieving something else.

"Condom?" Reid queried and Morgan shrugged.

"Carl," Morgan spat, "wasn't really a fan."

Reid fumed, "Carl is a pedophile and rapist. What do you want Derek? You are in control here, not me and certainly not Carl Buford."

Morgan considered Reid's serious face, noting with gratitude that all of his words were true. "Well, no one likes condoms, Pretty Boy. Wouldn't you agree?"

Reid smiled back at his friend and placed a condom to the side. "I'll leave this just in case. Remember, you're completely in charge here."

He climbed onto the bed and settled between Morgan's strong thighs, hooking a muscled calf around his hip at the same time. He canted Morgan's hips up to an agreeable position before snatching up the lube.

"I'm going to prepare you with my fingers first Derek. Just try to relax and I'll take care of you. I promise not to hurt you."

Morgan nodded and dragged Reid down into an open-mouthed kiss. Reid groaned and popped the cap on the lube, pouring a generous amount of the viscous liquid onto his fingers.

"Relax." Reid soothed and slid his slick fingers down.

Morgan clutched at he covers as a cool, wet finger circled his entrance. The digit slid in with no resistance and Morgan trembled. There was no pain.

"Is this okay?" Reid asked, sliding his finger back and forth gently until Morgan fully relaxed.

"Yes."

Testing the waters, Reid slowly added a second finger. Morgan tensed, unused to this foreign feeling that wasn't pain.

"Open for me." Reid cooed and immediately felt the muscle loosen.

Morgan fought the urge to close his legs, feeling ridiculously open and out of his zone. Reid just tightened his hold and shoved his fingers deeper.

"Oh." Morgan gasped, choking on a moan.

Reid chuckled, somehow darkly, and crooked his fingers. Morgan jerked, groaning.

"That is your prostate. This," Reid explained and rubbed his fingers torturously over the nub of flesh, "is the reason why anal sex between mean is so pleasurable when done correctly."

Morgan tossed his head back as gasps escaped from his parted lips.

"If you think that my fingers feel good, imagine what it will feel like to have something much larger slamming into you over and over again."

Morgan actually whimpered. He never imagined that Reid, his nerdy coworker, could talk like that. He definitely never imagined such a thing turning him on.

"Another." Morgan breathed, throbbing with arousal. Reid acquiesced, pulling his fingers back and pushing forward with a third.

Morgan exhaled slowly, his body fluttering around Reid's long fingers. "Spence…"

"Gorgeous." Reid murmured, slowly retracting his fingers. He pulled them out, added more lubricant, and pushed them back in. Morgan's body barely resisted the breach.

Morgan moaned and jerked as a hot mouth descended on his chest. Reid's fingers pressed deeper still and rammed harshly over Morgan's prostate.

"Ah!" Morgan cried huskily, grinding his body up into Reid's. He quivered as his body tingled. "Spencer, if you do not quit teasing…"

Reid smirked and withdrew his fingers, "Teasing? If I were teasing you, Derek, you'd know it. You would be begging for release."

Reid slicked himself up with lube, settling over Morgan's body. He worried the skin of Morgan's ear, breathing hotly. "I'd have you bent over, body flushed, stretched around my fingers. You would ache from the denial of your orgasm, and only when you're a sobbing, begging mess would I give you what you crave."

Morgan shuddered. It seemed like Reid had caught on this his newly found kink. "You know Pretty Boy; I believe I've found the perfect gossip for our ladies."

"Have you?" Reid curled his hands around Morgan's hips and brought him close, "Are you ready for me, Derek?"

"I think now is the perfect time to find out." Morgan assured.

Reid shoved forward gently into Morgan's waiting body, meeting little resistance. He wrapped a hand around Morgan's pounding arousal willing the body beneath his to completely relax.

"God," Morgan moaned as Reid thrust all the way in.

"Not what people usually call me." Reid panted, resting his head on Morgan's chest. It had been way too long since he'd taken a partner to bed.

Placing a single kiss on Morgan's forehead, Reid firmly grasped Morgan's jutting hips.

"Prepare yourself Derek. I'm going to show you exactly how this should always feel."

That was all the warning Morgan received and he wasn't quite prepared for when Reid withdrew, almost to the point of pulling out, and then roughly thrust back in. Morgan all but wailed as his prostate was hit dead on. His nerves lit up with fire and he arched. Reid caught him about the waist and drove up into the tight heat.

"Spencer." Morgan could only pant, moan, and groan as Reid plunged deep inside of him relentlessly. "You feel so good."

Reid locked heated gazes with Morgan as he grinded their bodies together. "This, right here, is how you should always feel. Carl Buford only cared to hurt you and now he has lost any control he ever had over you. You never have to be afraid of this Derek. If someone cares about you they will take care of you."

"Please, Spence." Morgan cried, "I need…"

Reid dropped Morgan back to the bed, grasping him under his thighs, and spreading him wide. "What do you need? Harder? Faster?"

"Please." Morgan whined as Reid gave him what he needed. Harder. Faster.

Morgan could feel the waves of pleasure building steadily as his prostate was mercilessly slammed into. He couldn't describe this feeling, this overwhelming pleasure. He didn't want to end it so soon, but Reid was having none of that.

"We're not teasing today Derek." Reid growled in Morgan's ear, "You're going to come now, solely by my cock on your prostate."

Morgan keened body tight as a bow. The level of dirty talk was overwhelming. "Oh my God, Spencer. Don't stop."

"Never." Reid breathed, thrusting viciously. "Come for me now, Derek."

Those words were more than enough and Morgan did. He practically screeched as the waves crashed through him, shaking his body and blurring his vision.

Reid watched mesmerized as Morgan trembled in his arms and clenched around his arousal. He thrust once more into the quaking body, grunting as his own orgasm race through him.

"How stunning you were coming for me." Reid panted as he gently extracted himself.

Morgan pulled Reid down into a content kiss. "Thank you, Pretty Boy."

Reid cupped a hand to Morgan's face. "I will always be there for you when you need me Derek. And honestly, I should be thanking you. You allowed me to touch you in a way that wouldn't be afforded others. You let me show you something beautiful."

"I trust you."

"And that means everything." Reid pulled back. "Now, let's go get this grime washed away."

Morgan grinned. "I think you just enjoy watching me shower."

"I enjoy quite a bit more than that."