Seducing Pretty Boy

Could possibly be seen as dub-con. However, Spencer is completely willing. He's just inexperienced.

The moment Derek sees the new kid for the first time, he knows he wants to make him his. All arms and legs like a gangly baby giraffe. Ridiculous long hair he uses to hide behind; Derek can't help imagining forcing the boy to look at him by that hair. When he stops hiding and looks up, the force of those innocent, expressive eyes, pink and plump lips hit Derek right in the chest. The boy is far too pretty, like dangling a juicy steak in front of a starving lion. Derek cannot resist him. He wants to make the boy his boy. Spencer is shy and naive, so very young. Skittish like a nervous horse, he shies away from touch, uncomfortable with the intimacy of it, despite how much he craves touch. He wants to be the one that earns his trust and gives him the physical intimacy he needs. The boy is a virgin to be sure, that obvious fact only serves to make Derek want him all to himself all the more. A perfectly pure, pretty boy just for him. A boy he can take care of. A boy to be his. Every time he looks at the boy, he pictures Spencer under him, where he belongs.

The boy has no idea he's caught Derek's experienced eye. Like a predator stalking prey, Derek analyzes and anticipates, planning his seduction of the boy. He is going to give the boy everything he ever wanted but never thought he'd have. In the process, Derek will get what he desires as well. A boy to call his own.

A series of murders during a convention provides Derek will the perfect opportunity. They are forced to double up, they are lucky to get the three rooms they need. Derek manages to get paired with Spencer.

Derek has studied Spencer closely over the last month. He wants, needs even, to be touched but is too scared to accept it from anyone. Derek ignores the way he flinches when he touches him, slowly easing him into getting used to his touch. The most important determination he's made is that the boy is naturally obedient; he'd be a fool not to use that to his advantage. Spencer's obedience is going to get him what he wants and even more importantly, give the boy what he needs.

Entering their room, Derek gives him time to put down his bag and start to unpack. He doesn't say anything while Spencer gets changed and ready for bed. "Spencer, come here."

Confused, Spencer stares at him, frozen in the act of climbing into the bed closest to the door. "Why?"

Offering no explanation, Derek repeats, "Come here."

Beautiful confusion on his face, Spencer moves over to Derek. He doesn't understand his request but obeys nonetheless, just as Derek expected him to.

Derek steps closer, invading his space. The boy is uncomfortable at his closeness, Derek can see it in his beautifully expressive face and in the way he's holding himself. Spencer is barely winning the fight against his instincts, which are screaming he retreat. Perfect. Derek points at the bed and says, "Get in."

Spencer glances between the two beds, seeming to mentally shrug, he gets in the indicated bed. Instead of taking the other bed as Spencer expects, he slides into the bed behind him. Spencer gapes at him, panic and confusion flashing in his golden hazel eyes. "W-What are you doing?"

Derek stays relaxed and says in a soft, coaxing tone, "Sh, Pretty Boy."

Spencer's eyes go wide. "P-Pretty Boy?"

Frozen in shock, Spencer doesn't twitch when he reaches out to him. Derek feels the softness of Spencer's skin under his fingertips as he traces his pretty, stunned features. "You are a very pretty boy, Spencer. Hasn't anyone told you that?"

"N-No." Spencer's face goes pink as he blushes.

"I've never seen a prettier boy than you," Derek answers honestly, his fingers continuing to trace Spencer's pretty features.

Spencer's blush spreads down his chest and disappears under the collar of his t-shirt. Swallowing nervously, Spencer seems torn between leaning into the touch or scrambling away from it.

Not giving him a chance to decide, Derek says, "Come on, let's go to sleep."

Still believing Derek will go to other bed, Spencer lies down, squirming in the bed to find a comfortable position. A weight settles behind him and Spencer nearly jumps out of his skin, flailing wildly. "M-Morgan! What are you doing?"

Nonplussed by Spencer's reaction, Derek stares back blandly. "Going to sleep."

"But you're in my bed!"

Derek stares into Spencer's confused eyes and smirks. "That's where you're wrong. This is my bed, Pretty Boy."

"You told me to come over here, I thought you wanted to switch beds."

"You are right about the first part; the second part is just what you assumed I meant," Derek explains calmly.

"What did you mean then?"

Derek leans close enough for Spencer to feel his breath on his face. The boy looks seconds away from fleeing. "I meant for you to sleep with me in my bed." Spencer's jaw drops. "Lie down." Spencer obeys the stern command automatically. Before his shock wears off and he pops up, Derek spoons tightly behind him. He can feel how tense Spencer is against him, the boy is as rigid as a board. "Relax."

"W-What is going on?" Spencer asks shakily.

Derek strokes his hair. The poor boy has no idea what is going on but he will understand soon. "I know it's confusing, Baby Boy. Let me take care of everything."

"I don't understand."

"I know." Derek strokes down Spencer's arm, the boy's muscles twitch in reaction. "Does it feel good to be touched?"

Spencer hides his face, a blush furiously spreading over his pale skin.

"I promise, nothing more than friendly touching tonight." Derek makes no promises about any other nights, however.

"None of my friends ever touched me like this," Spencer mutters, still confused.

"You've never snuggled with a friend before?"

"No." Spencer blurts out, "I wasn't aware we were friends."

Derek chuckles, Spencer's hair sways lightly at the force of his breath. "We are." And soon much more.

"Oh, okay." Spencer doesn't question him further.

Derek recognizes the neediness for affection within Spencer. He craves it but rejects it at the same time, often too shy to take what's offered to him. The others on the team rarely touch Spencer because of the way he reacts to it, trying to respect his boundaries. Derek sees beyond the instinctive twitching to the need underneath.

He continues to touch him gently, waiting patiently for rigid muscles to slowly relax under his touch. Derek has won the first battle, gotten Spencer into his bed and with time, relaxed and willingly lying in his arms. He pets and caresses Spencer chastely until the boy falls asleep. Derek sees it for what it is: trust. From someone as skittish as Spencer, trust is a valuable tool. Pleased with his progress, Derek snuggles tightly behind the boy and permits himself to dream of claiming his boy.

Grunting at the squirming in his arms, Derek wakes up disgruntled. He was having a lovely dream of his precious boy writhing underneath him. He tightens his hold and forces his eyes open. Glaring sleepily, "Where do you think you are going?" Not only was his dream interrupted but Spencer is trying to sneak out of his arms like someone waking up after an embarrassing one night stand.

Spencer stills his struggles. "Um."

A little pissed about the inopportune time he was woken up from his wonderful dream, Derek leans heavier against Spencer, his erection pressing hot and hard against the boy's butt.

Spencer squeaks.

"I asked you a question. Where are you going?" Derek isn't about to allow Spencer to flee from him and pretend nothing happened between them. He is what the boys needs. He is going to claim the boy and nothing is going to stand in his way.

"The bathroom?"

Derek deliberately thrusts his hips ever so slightly and Spencer squeaks again. "You don't sound confident in that answer, Pretty Boy. Do you have a better one? Otherwise, I'm going to hold you until our alarm goes off." Derek takes Spencer's silence as his answer and pulls the boy close. Spencer is again tense but comforting, chaste touches make him relax. Satisfaction fills him at giving Spencer what he denies himself. Derek doesn't hide his arousal, keeping it pressed against Spencer. He takes a peek at his lap and hides a smirk at the tented fabric of Spencer's sleep pants. They lie together silently until their alarms go off. Derek places a gentle kiss on Spencer's nape and moves away to silence his alarm.

Spencer lies there, stunned by the kiss and everything else that's happened. He looks up at Derek, his mind clearly trying to make sense of everything. Derek hides a smile and moves to shut off Spencer's alarm as well. He may or may not flex as he bends over, showing off the muscles in his back and the curve of his butt. When he turns around, Spencer is blushing again.

He's never seen a more beautiful blush than Spencer's. Derek leaves him behind, showering on his mind. He deliberately goes in without bringing his clothes. When he comes out, freshly showered and wet, Derek watches Spencer out of the corner of his eye. The boy's expressive eyes widened and instinctively roam over his wet, exposed skin. Spencer swallows, then seems to realize he's staring and turns away, blushing furiously.

"The shower is all yours."

Spencer's gaze skitters back to him and then away. "O-Okay."

Derek hides his amusement as Spencer continues to stand in the middle of the room, awkwardly trying to hide his erection from Derek's eyes. Taking pity on the boy, he prompts, "Shower?"

"Oh, um." Spencer laughs nervously, scrambling into the bathroom and shutting the door. A second later, he comes out, mumbling something about clothes. Spencer digs through his bag and grabs them quickly. He scuttles back to the bathroom with his head down and his face red with his clothes clutched tightly against his front.

Derek chuckles to himself, he's tying the poor boy in knots.

When Spencer comes out after a longer than necessary shower, he avoids Derek's eyes religiously. He's wearing more layers than usual and is hiding behind his hair and his glasses.

Derek turns his back to Spencer, grabbing his gun and badge, a wide grin spreads over his lips. He knows exactly what the boy did in the shower, the guilt and embarrassment on his face make it plain that he jerked off thinking of him. This is going better than I expected. Derek keeps the knowledge to himself, confronting Spencer would only lead him to run from him.

Both of them dressed, Derek places his hand on Spencer's lower back and ushers him out of the room. He doesn't comment on Spencer jumping at his touch, he simply maintains the contact.

Derek keeps things completely professional while they are working on the case. Breaks are a different story, however. He uses them to continue getting Spencer used to his touch. Just friendly touches, nothing sexual. Derek has no desire for the others to notice his interest in Spencer. He wants the boy to be firmly his before anyone can interfere. They all see how innocent Spencer is, Gideon or Hotch might try to stop him and he cannot allow that. Spencer will be his perfect boy and Derek can't wait to take care of him as he deserves. Derek has been waiting a lifetime for a boy like Spencer. No one will get in his way.

"Go get some sleep. We'll start fresh in the morning," Hotch orders.

Spencer's eyes nervously dart to him at the order. He studiously keeps a distance between them, which Derek allows for the moment. Unless Spencer plans on sleeping elsewhere, he is going to have to allow Derek within reaching distance sooner or later. If the boy proves that foolish, Derek will simply drag him back to their room.

Standing in front of their room, Spencer looks indecisive. Derek comes up behind him. "Forget your key?"

Spencer laughs awkwardly. "Uh, no." He pulls out his key and opens the door. Derek follows closely behind him. Once inside, Spencer rushes to his bag and grabs his pajamas, going into the bathroom to get ready for bed. The clicking of the bathroom door lock is loud in the silent room.

Derek chuckles to himself. He's making the boy nervous. Good. He wants to push Spencer out of his comfort zone; it's the only way they'll become more than they are now. Derek strips down to his boxers.

Spencer slinks out of the bathroom, face freshly scrubbed, teeth brushed. He picks at his clothing as he stands in front of the other bed.

"Bed is ready for you," Derek says, patting the turned down bed. He watches Spencer's eyes flit between the beds. "Come on, Pretty Boy." He reaches out to the boy, holding his hands out. It takes a moment but Spencer gingerly reaches out and puts his hands in Derek's. Derek leads him to the bed and gets him settled. "I'll be right back." He covers Spencer and goes to the bathroom.

Derek smiles at Spencer when he comes out, the boy lying in the same place he left him. He settles behind Spencer, pressing his naked chest to the boy's clothed back. Spencer is less tense than the previous night and with time and soothing touches, he again relaxes and falls asleep.

The days follow the same pattern until the fourth night. Instead of having to be coaxed into Derek's bed, Spencer climbs into it willingly. Feeling that deserves a reward, Derek lets him feel his half-hard cock against his bottom. Spencer's breath hitches and speeds up as he anticipates more; he eventually settles down when Derek takes it no further. As much as he wants more from Spencer, he isn't quite ready yet. Soon.

The next night, both are more relaxed. The case is closed. The team had found the UnSub, saving his latest victim from the brutal death he had planned for her. They have little time left in the world Derek's created between them. Tomorrow morning, they'll be flying back to D.C. It's time to speed things up.

Derek chuckles quietly at how eagerly Spencer jumps into his bed. The boy is starting to crave his affection, just as he anticipated. Derek lies behind Spencer, starting with chaste touches as they have in the prior days. But he soon changes the tempo. He nudges Spencer's shirt up and strokes the bare skin on his hip. Spencer sucks in a breath, surprised by the bold touch, but doesn't tell him to stop. Emboldened, he moves from his hip to his stomach and the muscles flex under his fingertips. Derek glides his fingers up Spencer's chest, teasing his nipples and he whimpers.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Derek rumbles. "Has anyone ever touched you here, Baby Boy?"

Eyes shut tight, Spencer shakes his head violently.

"That's good," Derek praises. He loves that Spencer is pure. He pinches the boy's nipples and hears the most arousing little sounds. Letting go, Derek chuckles darkly at Spencer's whimper at the loss. He teases his way down his body before cupping the boy's arousal.

"Oh, god." Spencer's hips jerk forward.

Derek teases Spencer through his sleep pants. The boy whines and eagerly presses against his hand. So needy. He rubs and strokes him while he gently rocks his erection against Spencer's butt. Getting increasingly desperate, Spencer chants, "Please, please, please! I need!"

"You need what, Baby Boy?"

"More, I need more. Please."

Spencer is too far gone to be more coherent than that. Derek presses firmly against the boy's cock. "Move with me." Spencer's movements are eager but awkward, thrusting into his hand and rocking back into Derek's cock. "That's it, Baby Boy. You're doing so well," he praises.

Spencer cries out and it's the sweetest sound Derek has ever heard. Wetness spreads over the front of Spencer's pants as he shudders. Derek closes his eyes and imagines how tight and perfect Spencer will feel around him the first time he takes the boy. He holds Spencer's hips tight and ruts into him, grinding and thrusting, until he reaches his peak.

Derek flops back, a satisfied grin on his face. He looks over and Spencer is clearly coming down from his high. Embarrassed, he tries to roll away from him. Derek easily maneuvers him onto his back and pins him, not giving him an opportunity hide. "Look at me." Caramel eyes dart to his. "Don't be embarrassed. That was perfect. I haven't cum from dry humping someone since I was a virgin. That's how good you make me feel." Spencer blushes. "There's that beautiful blush of yours I've come to love."

Spencer squirms, the wetness in his pants unfamiliar and growing uncomfortable.

"Have you ever been kissed, Pretty Boy?"

Ducking his head shyly, Spencer answers, "No."

"May I kiss you?"

Spencer searches Derek's eyes before giving a tiny nod.

Derek kisses him chastely at first, then starts coaxing a response. Guiding the inexperienced boy in the art of kissing gives Derek almost as much pleasure as the actual kissing. Spencer is pliant to his control but eager like a puppy and a quick learner. He tastes like a juicy peach, luscious and sweet. He wants more, needs more. Derek breaks the kiss and Spencer makes a small noise of disappointment. He looks up at Derek confused. Sitting on the bed beside him, Derek guides a blushing Spencer to straddle his lap. Face cupped in his strong hands, Derek hums contently, tasting the sweetness of Spencer's lips. With little coaxing, Spencer opens his mouth to let Derek's tongue in. As his tongue explores lazily, his hands slide down Spencer's back to his cute little bottom.

Spencer gives a little squeak as Derek squeezes and braces his hands on Derek's bare chest.

I can't wait to bury myself in his tight, virgin hole. Derek gives Spencer's mouth on last lick before retreating. As he hoped, Spencer's curiosity overcomes his shyness and his pink tongue peeks out, grazing his lips. Derek encourages him with a moan. Emboldened, he sneaks a quick taste of Derek's mouth. Spencer's tongue comes back, mimicking what Derek's did. Growing comfortable, his arms wrap around Derek's neck and they share easy, open mouthed kisses.

Derek nibbles on his sweet lips, trailing soft kisses down his neck. Spencer arches his neck instinctively, moaning softly as Derek sucks gently on his skin, careful not to leave a mark. There'll be plenty of time for that later.

"Pretty Boy."

Spencer ignores him, aping him by tasting the skin of Derek's neck.

More insistently, Derek says, "Pretty Boy."

Spencer sucks Derek's skin experimentally, then liking it, sucks harder.

"Spencer."

Like a scolded child, Spencer pouts but stops.

Derek kisses the cute pout. "As much as I'd love to continue this, we need to shower, Baby Boy. You must be even more uncomfortable than I am." He steals a few more kisses while Spencer thinks about it.

Spencer wiggles in Derek's lap. "Fine." He reluctantly moves off Derek, squirming at the unfamiliar and uncomfortable drying mess in his pants.

Chuckling to himself, he thinks one orgasm and he's already itching for more. That's my greedy boy. Derek guides the boy into the bathroom and without a word, starts stripping Spencer.

"W-What are you doing?"

Derek's brows go up. "Undressing you, I thought that was obvious." He smirks, "Are you shy, Baby Boy?"

Spencer tries to block his bare chest from view, blushing furiously. "M-Morgan."

Derek leans close and whispers, "Afraid for me to see you bare? After what we just did? I made you cum, Baby Boy." He loves his innate shyness and innocence.

Spencer goes red and he crosses his arms over his bare chest. "I'm not a boy."

Derek finds the pouting tone absolutely adorable. "That's where you're wrong. You are a boy, I want you to be my boy."

Eyes wide, Spencer stutters, "Y-Y-Your b-boy?"

Derek circles Spencer, eyes inspecting every inch of him, pleased at how he straightens and stands tall under his gaze. "My boy." Possessiveness makes his tone almost a growl.

"W-What does that mean?"

Eye to eye, Derek says, "It means you'd be mine and mine alone. I'd take care of you."

"Like a l-lover?"

Derek smiles. "More than that, I'd be your Daddy. Take care of you. Reward you when you're a good boy."

"Um." Spencer swallows visibly.

"I bet you're wondering what happens when you're bad."

Spencer's breath stutters, his eyes wide.

Derek walks behind him, his hand on his hip keeping Spencer from turning around. "When you're bad, you get punished," he promises darkly, his other hand settling firmly on one of Spencer's right butt cheek.

Spencer jumps, figuring out what Derek means.

Derek moves in front of him again. "You craved a Daddy, Pretty Boy. You've been waiting for the right one to find you and take care of you. I knew it the moment I saw you, you've spent your life wishing you had someone to take care of you."

"H-How could you know that?" Spencer whispers.

"Easy. I've spent my life wishing to have someone to take care of. I recognize your need as it supports my own. You need someone to take care of you and I need someone to take care of. We need each other."

"Like a symbiotic relationship?"

"Exactly. We both fulfill a need and we both benefit from the relationship." Derek stares back as Spencer searches him critically. "I'd take good care of you, Spencer. You'd be my special boy. I would never let you go."

Spencer stares backs, expression carefully blank.

Derek strokes the soft skin of Spencer's cheekbone with his thumb. "What do you say, Baby Boy? You wanna be my good boy? Let Daddy spoil you? Let Daddy love you like you deserve, like you need?"

Touch-starved, Spencer can't help but lean into the caress.

"You're such a beautiful boy, Spencer. Smart. Compassionate. Innocent."

Spencer drops his eyes at the last word.

Derek leans in, whispering, "I love that you're innocent. Pure. No one has touched you but me. If I have my way, no one ever will." Tracing the pink spreading over Spencer's pale skin, he compliments softly, "My beautiful virgin. Daddy will take care of you, Baby Boy, if you'll let me." Derek nudges Spencer's chin up with his finger. "One word. That's all I need. Say yes and Daddy will take it from there."

Biting his lip, Spencer thinks carefully. His quick mind making a detailed analysis. Spencer's expression changes into his now familiar 'profiling' one.

Derek bares himself to Spencer, letting him see his true self and his intentions. He doesn't regret the way he used his knowledge and skills to ease the boy into deepening their relationship but he will not manipulate him into becoming his boy. Spencer has to decide for himself; knowing Derek's sincere desire for him and to become his Daddy is an important part of making that decision.

The quiet yes from Spencer's mouth is about the sweetest sound in the world. Derek wraps his arms around the boy, his boy. "Thank you, Baby Boy. You won't regret this." He peppers Spencer's face with kisses. The warm, lithe body pressed against him is perfect. Only one thing can make the moment better. "Let me hear you say it. I need to hear my name from your pretty pink lips."

"D-Derek."

He shakes his head. "No, no. Not Derek. Anyone can call me Derek, only one very special boy gets to call me a very special name. Say it for me. I need to hear it."

Spencer shyly says the word Derek has been longing to hear from the moment he met him, "D-Daddy."

Derek closes his eyes and shudders, his cock jumping in his boxers. "Again."

More confidently, Spencer repeats, "Daddy."

Oh, fuck yes. Derek will never tire of hearing his name from Spencer's lips. Holding onto his control by only his fingernails, Derek opens his eyes. The burning desire in his brown eyes locks Spencer in place. Derek slips his hands under the band of Spencer's underwear, he gently squeezes one cheek. His other hand teases his crease, he parts his cheeks and rubs Spencer's pucker gently. Derek watches his boy's caramel eyes dilate eagerly. "I'm going to open you up, Baby Boy. Do it safe and slow until you beg for me to take you. Beg Daddy so prettily. I can't wait to hear it."

Spencer clings to Derek, his knees nearly buckling at the promise and the strange new sensations flooding his body. "Please, Daddy."

Feeling the desperation growing in his boy, Derek soothes, "Patience, Baby Boy. Tonight, we shower and sleep. I want your first time to be special, not a desperate coupling in the shower or a hotel bed. You deserve my undivided and unhurried attention. Nothing but the best for my boy."

Spencer whines as Derek presses the pad of his thumb against his tight hole. "I need you."

"I know, Baby, but I need you to be a good boy for Daddy. Can you do that for Daddy?"

"But Daddy—"

Derek cuts him off sharply, "No. Good little boys don't talk back, they listen to their Daddies."

Suitably chastised, Spencer lowers his head. "Yes, Daddy."

"Good boy." Derek strips Spencer of his remaining clothing and slips out of his soiled boxers. His boy's pretty cock is hard and Spencer tries to cover it with his hands. "Don't hide from me, Baby Boy. You're beautiful. From the top of your head to your cute toes, Daddy wants to see all of you. Especially your pretty cock." Derek gives him a testing stroke and Spencer moans. "Are you hard for Daddy?"

Spencer bites his lip and nods vehemently as Derek strokes him slowly.

"You want Daddy to take care of this for you, Baby?"

Spencer nods eagerly.

"Daddy is the only one that gets to take care of this for you, Baby Boy. You understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"No one else touches like this. Not even you."

Spencer's eyes go wide. "What?"

"Didn't I tell you I'd take care of you, of everything? I know what you need and when you need it. That definitely includes your sexual needs." Derek strokes him firmly, adding a twist at the end. Spencer moans clutching onto Derek. "Has it ever felt like this you when you masturbated?"

"No, Daddy."

"I thought not. Trust Daddy. Come to me and I'll fulfill your needs." Derek cups Spencer's testicles, massaging one then the other. "Do you trust Daddy?"

"Yes. Please, Daddy. Please touch me."

"You have been very good for Daddy, I suppose you deserve a reward." Derek jacks him slowly, watching Spencer keenly as his boy enjoys his touch. Spencer whimpers as he thumbs his slit. Derek slicks him with his own pre-cum, spreading it up and down his length. He tightens his grip, eyes glued to the naked pleasure on his boy's face.

Overwhelmed, Spencer chants, "Daddy," over and over.

Needing the contact, Derek presses his cock against Spencer's bare hip, only the thin damp fabric of his boxers separating them.

"Oh, oh," Spencer cries, spurting into Derek's hand.

Derek lifts his hand to his mouth, tasting Spencer's cum for the first time. Hooded caramel eyes go wide at the sight. Derek hums at the taste. "You're delicious, Baby Boy." Shocked, Spencer continues to stare at him, a blush tinting his cheeks. Derek offers his hand to him. "Wanna taste?"

Spencer sputters at the question.

"You've never tasted your cum?" Spencer shakes his head, shocked. "Try it, Baby Boy. Just this once."

Reluctantly, Spencer's pink tongue flicks out and tastes his own semen off Derek's fingers.

Derek laughs at the scrunched up look on Spencer's face. "Don't like it?"

"It's bitter," Spencer admits, valiantly trying to be diplomatic.

"I've seen what you eat and drink, Baby Boy. With all the coffee you inhale, it's no wonder your semen is bitter." Derek pulls his hand away. "It can be an acquired taste, you don't have to if you don't want to."

Looking relieved, Spencer's tongue disappears back in his mouth.

Derek licks his hand clean. Spencer expression is both simultaneously disgusted and fascinated, much to his amusement. He catches Spencer glancing down and then turning away with a blush forming on his cheeks. Derek chuckles. "You can look, Baby Boy. No need to be shy."

Red, Spencer stutters unsurely, "S-Should I?"

At Spencer's vague gesture, Derek shakes his head. "Nah." His expression softens. "I know a lot has been thrown at you over the past few nights, tonight especially."

"But—"

Derek shushes him with a finger over his lips. "I don't want to overwhelm you."

"But I want to please you."

Getting an idea, Derek says, "You know what would please me right now?"

"No."

"For you to watch me. To stare in your beautifully expressive eyes as I jerk off. Then, I want to cum on you, Baby Boy. Cum all over your perfect little ass. Mark you as mine. That would give me great pleasure." I can't fuck him yet but I can sure as hell claim him.

Spencer gulps, his eyes bouncing between Derek's crotch, his face, and the bathroom wall.

"Will you do that for Daddy?"

"I-If you want me to," Spencer answers shyly.

"I do."

"You can say no. You do know that, don't you?"

"I know."

Satisfied he isn't forcing Spencer into something he isn't ready for, he relaxes. With honey hazel eyes on him, Derek eases his cum stained boxers down. Spencer gasps and his eyes go wide when his cock springs out. Derek strokes himself with practiced ease as Spencer shyly checks him out. He sets an easy pace, giving his boy time to get comfortable with looking at him.

"You're, um, big, Daddy."

Derek looks down at himself and smirks. "All for your pleasure, Baby Boy. And trust me, it will be your pleasure. I'm gonna get your home and show you how much pleasure a good Daddy can give you." The mere thought of the pleasured noises he'll draw from his boy makes his hand speed up. Derek watches Spencer watch him, drawing pleasure from the shy lust marring his innocent face. Fuck is he beautiful. "Say my name for me, beautiful."

"Daddy."

Derek's cock jerks in his hand and he groans. There is nothing more arousing than hearing his innocent boy call him daddy. "Again."

"Daddy." Spencer stares down at his cock, fascinated by his reaction.

Closing his eyes, he strokes faster. "Again." Derek's world is limited to the sound of Spencer's breathy voice calling him daddy and his hand on his cock. Getting close, he lunges toward Spencer, swallowing the word daddy with his lips. Derek demands Spencer's surrender with a hard kiss, his heart leaping as his boy does exactly that. Too close to the edge, he tears away from the kiss and in a dizzying move turns Spencer around. Derek pushes on his back, encouraging Spencer to bend over. He barely notices Spencer braced against the wall, a wide-eyed look on his face as he cranes his neck to look back at him. Derek's complete focus is on his ass, his mind helpfully picturing it splattered beautifully with his cum. "Can I?"

Realizing what Derek is asking, Spencer bites his lip and nods.

Groaning, Derek fists his cock, feeling his orgasm building. He moans, giving himself over to the pleasure. He barely registers Spencer's flinch as his cum hits his ass. Derek continues to stroke himself until he's empty. With pleasure-dazed eyes, he stares possessively at Spencer's bottom. "Beautiful. Marked you good, Baby Boy. You're mine now." Derek smears his cum over Spencer's deliciously pale cheeks. Spencer wrinkles his nose but doesn't protest. If he thought his boy was ready for it, he would eagerly drop to his knees and clean all his cum off Spencer with his tongue. Derek's mouth waters at the thought.

"Daddy?"

Derek tears his gaze away from the deliciousness in front of him and looks up at Spencer. His boy gulps visibly, easily seeing the lust burning in Derek's eyes. Maintaining eye contact, Derek rubs a cum-slicked finger over his boy's entrance. He resists the urge to push it inside despite how strongly he desires to sink into that virgin heat. With regret, Derek turns away. "Ready to shower?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Turning on the water, he tests it before nudging Spencer inside and climbing in after him. "Let's get you clean, Baby Boy." Derek squirts body wash in his hand and makes a lather. He starts with Spencer's ass; his boy jumps in surprise at the touch, unused to someone other than himself touching his body intimately despite all Derek has done to his body tonight. It's one thing to accept his touch during pleasure but being in the shower, naked, often incites a vulnerable feeling. It will take time for Spencer to become used to and comfortable with his touch in all situations. Spencer has shown him remarkable trust already and Derek wants to continue to build on it. He doesn't know enough about Spencer's past but what is clear is he's had a severe lack of physical intimacy. Derek suspects like him, Spencer was forced to grow up too fast. It's likely a major reason why Spencer jumped at the chance to have a Daddy with minimal resistance. He needs the care he didn't receive as a child, just as Derek's childhood trauma sparked the need to care for another as he was not. He will learn Spencer's pain and do everything in his power to heal it. First thing on his agenda is to shower Spencer with the physical intimacy he's been sorely lacking. In time, Spencer will come to expect and revel in his touch.

His attention back on Spencer, Derek carefully and with a tinge of regret washes the cum marking his boy's cheeks. He would love to leave his cum dry on Spencer's beautiful, pale skin but tonight is not the time. Taking care of Spencer is his primary concern. His own possessiveness has to take a backseat for the time being.

He presses against Spencer's back and starts washing his front. The hitch in his breath is music to Derek's ears. He scrapes his fingernail over Spencer's nipple, delighting in his boy's sensitivity to his touch and the way he shudders against him.

Derek lovingly washes every inch of it Spencer's skin, memorizing every dip and curve. He takes inordinate satisfaction that no one other than him will get to see all of him. All this perfect, unblemished, soft skin belongs to me now.

His hands slide down that lithe torso. Despite his multiple orgasms, Spencer is half hard. Derek smiles at the blush spreading over pale skin as he gently lathers Spencer's cock. He mouths the slick skin at the base of Spencer's neck. His boy instinctively drops his head back on Derek's shoulder and exposes his neck. Derek strokes him slowly, letting his orgasm build gradually.

Spencer loses his shyness the closer he gets. He clings desperately to Derek as he gives himself over to the pleasure. "Daddy."

White teeth settle on Spencer's skin, scraping across the soft, paleness. "That's it, Baby Boy. Show Daddy how much you enjoy my touch. I want to feel you cum in my hand. Let me see your pleasure one more time."

Spencer squirms against Derek, moaning and begging.

"Let go, Baby Boy," Derek whispers in his ear. Spencer twists his neck, meeting Derek's lips for a wet, desperate kiss. Stroking faster, Derek feels Spencer pulse in his hand and go limp. He takes on all his barely conscious boy's weight without effort. "I'm going to have to fatten you up, Pretty Boy." Derek cradles him in his arms. "Don't worry, Daddy'll take care of you."

Spencer hums in agreement, his eyes barely open as he's carried to the other bed.

Derek lays him down and goes back for a towel. After drying his boy thoroughly, he lays him in their bed. He tugs boxers on and then tucks him in. Derek kisses his temple. "Sleep, Baby. I'm going to finish showering, quick as I can." He brushes Spencer's hair back with tenderness.

Curling up on his side, Spencer mumbles, "Can't sleep without you."

Satisfaction bursts in his chest. "I can't sleep without you either, Baby Boy." Petting down Spencer's side possessively, Derek says, "I'll be back in a few minutes."

"M'kay."

Derek jumps back in the shower, washing haphazardly, and jumps out. He carelessly scrubs himself dry. Dressed in boxers, he slips in beside Spencer.

"You're back," Spencer says, voice heavy with exhaustion. Too tired to be ashamed of his need to be close to Derek, he scoots over, draping himself half on top of him.

Pleased and amused, Derek runs his fingers through Spencer's drying hair. "I'm back. You can sleep now, Baby."

"M'kay. Night, Daddy."

"Goodnight, Baby Boy."

Spencer's breathing deepens minutes later. Derek kisses his hair, taking a moment to absorb the momentous night. Spencer is his now and he's going to take care of him like a good daddy should.

The plan is a two-shot but my plans often get thrown out the window. It's possible this turns into a series of scenes between Daddy Derek and his boy, Spencer.