"Explaining my recent behavior and confessing to being in love with Reid went much better than I expected" Derek thought as he unlocked the front door of his house.
The younger man had made him sweat over it, but had eventually accepted his apology and admitted to possibly being in love with Derek too.
Once through the door he was pushed up against it, slamming it closed. Pale hands cupped his face and plump pink lips pressed against his own in a searing kiss.
Spencer wasn't wasting time.
Barking erupted from the hallway as Clooney made himself known.
Spencer flinched at the noise and Derek reluctantly broke the kiss.
"I better put him out or he won't shut up. Don't go anywhere."
He took the half nod for agreement.
Not wanting to give Reid time to over think their situation, Derek rushed through putting the dog outside for the night. A glance told him there was water in Clooney's bowl and he mentally promised the animal fresh in the morning.
Spencer was in the lounge, examining the bookshelves when Derek got back inside, his ubiquitous brown satchel left on the sofa.
Coming up behind him, Derek wrapped his arms around the skinny man, kissing the side of his neck above the collar.
Leaning into the embrace Spencer tilted his head, giving Derek more room to explore.
They end up on the couch with limbs tangled together, lips meeting in a series of increasingly passionate kisses.
"You're so beautiful" Derek breathes against kiss swollen lips.
Spencer doesn't reply, but the blush and hands that find their way under the back of Derek's t-shirt, sliding over his skin and leaving goose bumps in their wake speak for him.
Derek's own fingers settle on the tie Spencer is still wearing and work it loose. He pulls it off over Spencer's head, further messing the already tousled brown waves, and drops it on the floor.
Soon, Derek's t-shirt joins the discarded tie. Spencer's long fingers trace over the muscles of his chest and abdomen, following the contour of muscle as if the younger man is learning the very shape of him.
His fingers work buttons, gradually revealing an expanse of creamy pale skin on a slender but toned body. Tiny pink nipples pebble with the exposure and unable to resist, Derek leans in and laps at one.
He is rewarded with a small gasp. Intrigued, he blows softly over the wet skin and gets both a gasp and a shiver. He celebrates this revelation by treating the other nipple to the same, eliciting further interesting noises from the pale man.
Lips meet lips once more and it is Derek's turn to squirm as fingers flicker over his chest, flicking at nipples and sliding down towards his navel. He pulls away when he feels them at his waistband. He doesn't want this to happen on the couch.
"Come to bed with me Spencer?"
"Yes."
It is perhaps the shortest answer Dr Reid has ever given.
In the bedroom shoes are kicked off, socks thrown after them. Derek notices that Spencer is wearing odd socks as usual and wonders when that became endearing instead of odd.
Another kiss, bodies pressed together hardness against hardness through the fabric of trousers and underwear. Derek takes the opportunity to slip the open shirt off of narrow shoulders before reaching lower to remove the final barriers between them.
Too many hands in too small a space make the task impossible and the two separate, flushed, panting, aroused. Eyes locked on one another, belts, buttons and zips are dealt with. Fabric falls. Spencer twists away, kicking off the clinging material and Derek sees them.
Spencer's wings.
Starting at the top of his shoulders and running down the length of his back, the ends of the lowest feathers are obscured by the waistband of his underwear.
They curve over his shoulder blades, tapering along the narrow rib cage and flaring slightly near the waist, giving the impression of readiness, of energy.
Stark black, the individual feathers detailed and precise, the bone structure is aligned to appear as a natural extension of Spencer's shoulder blades.
It is amazing work and he says so.
Derek finds his hands are drawn to the inked skin.
He's not sure how they get there, or when their underwear disappeared, but Derek is naked, on his bed, leaning over an equally naked Spencer.
The younger man lays his stomach in the middle of the bed while Derek looks and touches the marked skin. Tremors run through Spencer with every stroke of fingers.
"Why wings?" he asks gently. Knowing his Pretty Boy, there will be an intense and personal reason.
"Freedom" Spencer sighs.
"Ambition, the desire to rise above, permission to be.
They were my 21st gift to myself."
He pauses. Derek takes the opportunity to run his tongue along the top edge of both wings, tracing the line where skin and ink met.
"I nearly got something similar to a bat's wing, because if humans really could have wings its more likely that that is what they would look like but the accepted symbolism is a feathered wing so." Spencer shrugged.
"In this case it's the symbolism that's important not the physiological correctness."
Derek lies down and Spencer rolls onto his side to face him.
"Didn't know you could go with something not right scientifically" The darker man teases gently, taking in the pale beauty before him.
"My mother was a Professor of Literature don't forget. I knew symbolism before biology." Spencer responds in kind, catching onto the tease for once.
He leans in. Derek meets him and they are kissing again. Dirty, open mouthed kisses that make their bodies shift closer in anticipation. Noises escape both mouths when their erect cocks come into contact. Hips buck together.
Reaching over, Derek fumbles in the bedside, coming back with a tube of personal lubricant. Slicking a hand, he reaches between their bodies, capturing both swollen lengths.
He begins a slow rhythm, stroking them both together. Spencer's hand joins him, their fingers entwining as the pace increases. Their free hands explore, learning each others bodies by feel.
The eye contact between them is intense, broken only when their lips are meeting.
Love, lust, desire, trust, Derek can see the emotions swirling in his lovers eyes and knows they are equally visible in his own.
Whispered words pass between them, 'more,' 'yes,' and 'so close.' Names are moaned and whimpers escape bitten lips.
Derek is watching as orgasm overcomes Spencer. The other man's eyes close as his back arches and his cock spurts over their hands and stomachs.
The hot fluid splashing onto his own hardness sends Derek spiraling after Spencer, his release adding to the mess on their skin and hands.
The combined motion of their hands slows to a stop but neither moves to pull away or clean up.
They took flight together and are content to soar for a little while yet.
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