I own nothing…
Class taking notes…or writing fic-hmm…
I really should be paying attention to the professor right now- but Dickens does not have my attention right now…
And in the meantime…I am realizing that I am a perv…writing what pops into my head- crap-its smut…
He rocks into me; legs wrapped around my hips- he's beautiful- open mouthed panting mixing with the creaks of the bed, hair curling, and eyes closed.
"We're not thinking at all." He whispers into the crook of my shoulder-warm breath puffing on my neck as his legs squeeze tighter around my waist.
His skin like velvet as I grip his hips tighter.
Not thinking- our bodies canting into each other.
Just feeling.
His cock thumps heavy, slick, hot against my belly- he grunts as I press harder- his hands slipping from my neck; trying to find purchase.
We are not thinking- as curses fall from his mouth- that curve slick, red as I nip at the edges.
My stomach flutter-kicks as he calls out my name like a cantation- breathless as I pick up speed.
I screw my eyes shut as I try to chase that ghost feeling. One more thrust and I'm there. One more. One more. One more.
My body jerks- thighs tensing, my breath hitches as Reid digs blunt nails into my back- they sting as they bite down into skin.
"Fuck Derek- f-fuck!" Reid hitches- I can't…I can't-
"Shit- Sp-spence!" My eyes…ears…body shuts down as the ghost surrounds me- fills me as my cock jerks- splattering white heat. I keep moving, tiny circles…can't stop…won't.
I can open my eyes…didn't mean to…before Spence. He screams-breathless; I can open my eyes. I see him.
Reid's back bows sharp- my hands find sides-slick I hold on. His member jerks, jerks, jerks and cum splashes on both our torsos. Reid shutters as his muscle clenches around my softening dick. So good.
"So beautiful, Pretty boy." My voice soft as he kisses my jaw- resting his head on my chest.
I slip out- the air heated between us- I lay us back onto the sheets.
We are not thinking.
I kiss him softly. He smiles, eyes lidded heavy.
He settles against my chest- heart staggering back to normal.
"I love you Reid." I whisper- he hums.
"Love you too Morgan." He curls up tighter next to me as I pull the comforter tight around us- shutting the world out for a little while.
A/N: Now if I can wipe the glazed look off my face- maybe I can focus on Dickens and his freakin' wordiness.
Defarge's stair case- does it really take fifty pages to say that they climbed a flippin' decrepit stairwell?
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