Seven
Holding onto Morgan's shirt and pulling him in even closer, Spencer breathed, "I'm not," as he continued to kiss him passionately. Morgan considered pressing the issue, but instead he quickly profiled Spencer and his body language- no more stumbling, no more slurring words. Spencer was more precise in his movements and much more deliberate. He held Morgan tightly. He pushed his lips into Morgan's with fierce conviction. He commanded Morgan's attention and, now that Morgan had gotten his answer, nothing was going to stop him from giving it to Spencer.
He trailed his fingers down Spencer's side with one hand and held his chin in the other. Between heavy breaths and heated kisses, Morgan whispered, "Bedroom."
Unable to walk away from Morgan, Spencer shifted his eyes and looked at the door immediately next to the bookshelf. With his hands on Spencer's waist, Morgan lead him into the room. He continued kissing Spencer lustfully as he took each step further into the bedroom of Dr. Spencer Reid. The younger man, taking backward steps, was too lost in Morgan's mouth to realize that he had stopped and that his calves were pressing against the edge of his bed.
Spencer's hands never left Morgan's shoulders. While their lips melded together, he kept his fists full of Morgan's shirt, holding onto him tightly in desperation. Morgan drew back, tempting Spencer's lips to chase him. When Spencer pushed his lower lip back into Morgan, he drew it into his lips and bit down softly. Spencer moaned into Morgan's mouth as he tightened his grip on the muscular form pressed against him. The timid, sensual sound rushed through Morgan, and it prompted him into grabbing Spencer's belt. He couldn't wait any longer. His fingers moved quickly to pull it from the loops of Spencer's pants and toss it away immediately. He moved his lips away from Spencer's and allowed his tongue to briefly taste Spencer's skin as he trailed kisses down the younger man's body. His hands, which were now unbottoning Spencer's pants, moved quickly to pull them off. Taking Spencer's boxers into his teeth, Morgan dragged them to the floor as his fingers sank into Spencer's hips and pulled them downward, causing Spencer to sit on the edge of the bed.
Morgan ran his fingers down from Spencer's hips onto his erection. Spencer gasped as Morgan's hand wrapped around it and began moving, slowly at first. As he stroked Spencer's member more quickly, Morgan allowed his tongue to run along Spencer's thighs, nibbling and sucking at the tender, sensitive flesh. With his hands still full of Morgan's shirt, Spencer seized the fabric violently when he felt his hard phallus become completely encompassed by the warm, wet mouth of Derek Morgan.
Spencer's breathing became erratic as he watched his shaft flow in and out of Morgan's mouth. While Morgan's lips slowly dragged along the surface of his erection, his tongue massaged it, savoring the taste of Spencer in his mouth. He glanced up at Spencer and was met with overwhelming desire at the sight of him. Spencer's pouty lips were open and he was breathing heavily through them. Sporatically, he'd moan and wimper. Spencer moved a hand to Morgan's neck and pulled it toward him as his hips began to move in unison with Morgan's mouth.
The instinctual movements of Spencer's hips caused Morgan's throbbing member to push his jeans to their limit. While Spencer moved, Morgan began unbottoning his pants. He slid them off slowly as he kept his focus on pleasuring Spencer. When he had taken his boxers off, he pulled away from Spencer, who wimpered at the loss, long enough to rip his shirt over his head. As he tossed it to the side, he immediately gripped Spencer's shaft lustfully and devoured it again. He moved more quickly as he stroked and sucked Spencer.
While Morgan's swollen, wet lips provided Spencer with the most gratifying sensation he'd ever experienced, it was ferosity with which Morgan was pleasuring him that sent him over the edge. Spencer moaned as he came into Morgan's mouth. He tightened his grip on the older man's bare body as he became aware of the fact that he'd just experienced his first orgasm.
Morgan pulled his head away from Spencer's groin and began to stand up. Spencer's hands flowed down from Morgan's shoulders nonchalantly, as he rose from his position on the floor. He let his fingertips take in Morgan's sculpted muscles which were draped in smooth, ebony skin. When Morgan had stood up completely, Spencer found his hands stopped on the older man's hips, his erection level with Spencer's mouth. Nervously, Spencer looked up at Morgan who grinned down at him.
"Now it's your turn, pretty boy."
