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It wasn’t Spencer’s decision to wait until marriage. He was a scientist, and virginity was not a scientific concept. He respected the anthropological history and context of marriage, of course, but it made no physical or biological difference. And so, it made no difference to him.
It was his fiancé that cared about it. From a logical perspective, it made even less sense, given that he had already been married and divorced. Abstinence was no longer on the table for him.
But when Spencer had made his first fumbling attempts at seducing Hotch, he’d brought it up: they should wait. Spencer was frozen in embarrassment. He hadn’t even told Hotch he was a virgin, and yet he just so effortlessly profiled it.
Hotch was a true gentleman, that much was plain. He was deceptively traditional, with that Southern attitude that you could almost forget about. But they weren’t. And nothing about their coupling itself was traditional. This didn’t sway Hotch.
“Well what if you don’t like being with me,” Spencer argued, “and then you’re stuck with me?”
Hotch only grinned. “Don’t worry, then we can practice.”
For some reason that wasn’t grounded in science, Hotch just liked it. He liked Spencer’s innocence, he found his inexperience alluring. Any other arguments that Spencer had fell flat against the fact that Hotch just wanted him to stay pure until their wedding night. And he had. Not without difficulty, but now it was here.
The entire day, he’d thought about it. As he walked down the aisle, he wondered if everyone knew. During their first dance, he felt himself thinking of it. But it was confirmed when, towards the end of the reception, he got genuine pats on the back from his friends.
“It’s scary to start, but you’ll do fine, Pretty boy.”
“Congratulations, ragazzo mio. Don’t forget to enjoy it.”
That night, Hotch picked him up and carried him over the threshold of the honeymoon suite. It was romantic, being swept off his feet. Even moreso as Aaron slowly undressed him. As he took gentle care with every article of clothing he slid from his body, kissing the skin he left in their wake.
They’d kissed, of course. Made out shirtless pretty heavily, with Spencer sitting in Aaron’s lap and grinding down on him. When Aaron slid off Spencer’s shirt, though, he was always blushing, always embarrassed, trying to hide himself from his boyfriend. They’d stopped short of taking off their pants and Spencer couldn’t imagine how exposed he’d feel then.
He couldn’t get under the covers fast enough, eager as anything not to be bared naked to his new husband, but just as soon Aaron dipped below them himself and Spencer gasped. Gripped the sheets, felt himself grow hard between his legs. Felt the soft pull of fabric against his thigh. His garter. Aaron’s stubble scratched against his thigh as he dragged it down, with his teeth. Spencer was flushed, hot, embarrassed, almost shaking. No, definitely shaking, trembling like a leaf.
What he wanted to do was yank Aaron back up, keep him from seeing everything, from touching him in the most embarrassing of places, from seeing him bare and naked and vulnerable.
It felt nothing like the logical idea he had in his head. He understood intercourse, but this–
He felt Aaron’s hair on his belly as he emerged from under the covers, grin on his face and garter between his teeth, looking devilishly handsome. There was a glint in his eyes, one that only made his nerves rise higher; what had he gotten himself into?
“C-Can we turn out the lights?” Spencer whispered.
Aaron leaned in to kiss his cheek softly. “But you’re so beautiful. Let me look at you, angel.”
“Y-You don’t want that,” Spencer laughed nervously, barely there.
He pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Of course I do.” Then, his neck. Pressed them gently down his chest and felt the rapid thumping of his heart. “It’s okay, Darling. Nothing to be nervous about.”
He hadn’t been so nervous about Aaron seeing him or about losing his virginity until the moment hit him, until he was laying naked applying every concept he read about into breathtakingly stark reality. It wasn’t the same. He was shaking. Felt embarrassed, felt unsure.
Then Aaron was ducking his head under the covers again, and he felt hot breath between his legs, then Aaron was emerging again, this time with Spencer’s delicate white underwear. Spencer made an embarrassed little high-pitched noise.
Aaron was saying something soft near his ear, but he couldn’t focus until he felt his strong hands caressing his face. “I’ll take care of you, love.”
One hand inched the covers down, revealing his smooth chest, while the other dipped lower. In the lamplight, Aaron admired the pale plane of Spencer’s stomach, the way his chest rose and fell quicker and quicker as the blanket was pushed even lower. There was nothing more protecting his modesty. Before Spencer could be insecure that Aaron was seeing him entirely naked for the first time, Aaron licked his fingers as he watched.
There were fingers, wet fingers, massaging him, oh god, touching his entrance, making him feel all sorts of sensations, and then– “Breathe.” Aaron pushed a finger in; Spencer gasped. “You’re doing so well, darling, just breathe.”
“It’s so– it’s– ah, Aaron, it’s so thick.” Spencer took a deep breath and tried to focus on relaxing his body like Aaron was saying.
After a few long minutes of slowly pulsing his finger inside of his husband, Aaron squirted a bit more lube on his fingers and leaned down to kiss Spencer’s lips. “I’m going to add another. Breathe.”
“Mmh,” Spencer mumbled against Aaron’s lips. “C-Can’t you just, just stick it in? I’m, I think I’m ready.” He flushed. None of the books said he’d be ready this soon but he couldn’t stand a second more of this embarrassing torture, the way Aaron had a full view of him. Spread legs, everything on display.
“Just a little bit more. I don’t want this to hurt, Spence, okay? Just relax, I’ve got you. Lay back and close your eyes. Focus on my voice.”
Spencer whimpered and let himself sink into the pillow. It was better with his eyes closed, at least then he didn’t have to see Aaron’s eyes roaming all over his lanky, awkward body. And hearing Aaron’s deep, soothing voice really was helping his nerves. Warmed his heart, made it flutter with happiness.
“How’s that feel, love?” Aaron wiggled two fingers inside of him, pressed against the soft rim, and watched Spencer’s face wash with pleasure. “Are you okay?”
“Mmmh, mmhm,” Spencer managed. “Y-Yes, I-I think so.”
“A little bit more then,” Aaron hummed. “Can you lift your legs a little, honey? Good boy.” He helped position Spencer a bit more comfortably with his legs back toward his chest, as much as he was able. He wedged his thighs under Spencer’s bottom, and his dick came to rest on the soft skin between Spencer’s thigh and balls. He was painfully hard waiting for his husband to be ready for him.
He slipped two fingers in easily, then added a third. Spencer’s eyes opened, and he flushed deep red. So beautiful. Aaron had no idea how he was able to land such an amazing, incredibly intelligent, caring, and breathtakingly beautiful young man, but there he was, spread open for him despite all his reservations.
“D-Don’t look,” Spencer whimpered, but he knew his husband was going to. That if they were going to finally, finally make love, he had to look, touch, …taste. He shuddered.
Aaron pulsed his fingers in deeper, then cupped Spencer’s balls in his other hand. The slight weight of them, the soft skin, the warmth. There was something so special about Spencer’s body that he couldn’t get enough of, dreamed about for months, could’t believe even as he knelt in bed touching him. “God, you feel amazing, you’re beautiful, Spencer. I can’t believe you’re all mine.”
Ah, could he get any redder? Spencer covered his face in his hands and nodded.
“My perfect husband. All mine,” Hotch nearly groaned. “Every last perfect little part of you,” Aaron trailed his hand down his body as he said it. Fingertips brushing against nipples, his flat stomach, the curve of his thin hips, his inner thighs. “For me.”
“Yours,” Spencer breathed. It was barely audible, but Aaron caught it. Had been listening for exactly that, hoped for it, wished for it. Wanted his husband to feel completely accepted, cherished, and loved. Wanted him to feel like he belonged with him, that he was his. In his heart, his life, his bed.
It was time. Spencer was loose around him with soft, relaxed features. He was ready to take him.
Aaron lined up his cock and asked Spencer to open his eyes. He wanted to look each other in the eyes the first time they became one. “I love you, honey,” he said. “Ready?”
Spencer nodded even though he wasn’t sure anymore. Could he take it? Not only the physical stretch, but could he take Aaron inside him, give him this? His body? His everything. The weight of this moment was finally hitting him like a ton of bricks, knocking the air from his lungs.
On the other hand, there was nothing he wanted more than that handsome man above him; those dark brown eyes, that rare genuine smile. His comforting presence. His strong muscles, steady build. The hair trailing down to his big, thick… oh, god how was that going to fit?
“Take a deep breath,” Aaron said. He pressed the blunt tip of his lubed up hard cock against Spencer’s entrance and pushed. Spencer gave way instantly; no resistance. He was able to slide in without any pain crossing Spencer’s face. Just astonishment, wonder, arousal. “You’re going to love it.” Aaron moved Spencer’s legs around his waist and leaned down over him in missionary, the perfect position to give him all the kisses he wanted.
He cradled Spencer's face in his hands as he slowly, slowly pulsed inside him, not yet giving him the full length. Working him up to it. Letting him get accustomed to the thickness, the stretch. The smaller man clutched tight to his back, fingers digging in. He made a small, choked little noise when Hotch realized he was holding back.
“Baby, you can talk to me,” Hotch assured, “or make whatever sounds you want.”
“It’s,” Spencer panted, “embarrassing.”
“No it’s not,” Hotch replied, “it’s okay darling, you’re with me, see?”
At that, he pushed fully in, bottoming out, and Spencer couldn’t keep it in. He threw his head back and moaned, loud and deep. Aaron was in deep, so deep, and just the slightest move had him crying out again.
The sight alone had Aaron thinking that Spencer couldn’t get any more attractive; neck exposed, thin frame underneath him with Aaron’s cock fully buried in him, and his own cock straining desperately above the place their two bodies met. But then Aaron adjusted his hips again, just slightly, and Spencer shrieked, back arching.
“Ah!” Spencer cried again, “what, what was that?”
Hotch thrust in, hitting it again. “Wait!” Spencer cried, and Hotch stilled.
“What is it? Talk to me, darling,” Hotch urged, but Spencer just moaned.
“I, God,” Spencer stuttered.
“Is it good? Bad? What is it?” Hotch asked, growing more frantic.
“I, I never felt that,” Spencer sucked in a breath, “before,” his voice was ragged.
Aaron began rocking his hips gently, causing Spencer to cry out in frequencies that he’d never heard before.
“Oh, what, Aaron, oh god, what are you doing,” he muttered in between groans.
Aaron smirked. “I think you know exactly what I’m hitting, darling.” Spencer blushed under him again.
“You want to tell me if you like it, baby boy?” he prompted again.
Spencer nodded.
“Yeah?” Aaron kissed his neck. “And this?”
He wrapped his hand around Spencer’s hardness as he pushed in again. His hand fit around most of his husband’s cock. It wasn’t small, but it didn’t compare to his own. Spencer was embarrassed about it, though, and so he gave it a slow upward stroke.
“Aaron!” Spencer cried.
It was adorable, the way he fell apart. Aaron could just be getting started, really; but he understood that his until-now-innocent husband was experiencing entirely new feelings. Some that Aaron honestly expected he would have tried on his own by now.
Spencer trembled under his grip. His eyes were locked onto him now, looking with something akin to astonishment. Aaron only picked up his pace, worked his lubed up hand over his cock to draw out more moans, and found the rhythm of their bodies easily, like two perfectly in sync pieces of a larger whole.
“Oh, oh, ah, Aaron, ah–”
“You can take it, love,” Aaron whispered in his ear. With how new he was, he was impressed that he’d lasted this long already and he was excited for the moment he finally released, came with his cock inside him, with his hand wrapped around him, with their lips pressed together tightly.
“F-Feels so good,” he gasped. “I love you, ahh.” His voice hitched as Aaron hit that spot yet again. The words he had died on his lips, everything transforming into breathy, tortuous moans.
“That’s it, good boy, take me,” Aaron grunted. He was getting so close. Spencer was too, he could tell by the quivering of his lips, the way his eyes had to fight to stay open. “You want to cum, love? Cum on my cock, sweetheart.”
Spencer gasped loudly with his fingers digging into hard biceps. “Ah, Ah, Aaronn–!” A stream of pleasure washed through him unlike any orgasm he’d ever given himself. This time, Aaron’s cock was giving the most intense feeling deep inside; every movement sending shivers down his spine. He came between their bodies. He felt his own cock pulsing out cum and his ass tight around Aaron’s cock. This was like nothing else. Nothing.
And Aaron was holding him so tightly, hugging him to his chest. His thrusts staggered and slowed, and not too long after a warmness set in, the feeling of Aaron filling him up with his seed. Spencer wrapped his arms around Aaron as well and hugged him tight, pressed his face against his hairy chest and breathed in deeply; the faint scent of his cologne, the arousing mix of sweat and lust and something so specifically his husband.
“I love you, Spencer,” Aaron panted. “So, so much.”
“I love you too,” he whispered. It was almost muffled by his chest. “Just you. Forever.”
Aaron smiled warmly, body warm, heart full, so content, moreso than he’s been in years, ever, maybe. This is a dream and one that he never imagined would come true. He’s the luckiest man in the world and then some.