Title: Under the Christmas Tree

Author: Gothabilly13

Pairing: Morgan/Reid slash

Rating: NC 17

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The tastes of sweet peppermint and salty skin. A pant, a groan, the sensation of cool tingling. Hazel eyes hooded and glassy.

Smooth skin under his palm, Morgan smiles as he lifts his eyes. Gods, but the boy was beautiful, especially this way. Spread out against the persian rug, soft twinkle lights playing in his chestnut tresses.

Derek takes the sticky candy cane from Spencer's plush lips and spreads the sweetness down the flat, taut tummy. With a wicked gleam in his dark eyes, he lowers his head and laps up the taste once more.

A breathy moan answers his actions and Derek can't help but thrill at the sound. He leans up, catching the soft mouth in a minty kiss that delves deep and wet. Long fingers twine around his neck, as Spencer pulls him closer. A desperate little growl slips into the kiss and Derek is further amused.

He knows he is tormenting his lover, holding him on the edge, playing off his sweet tooth and his addiction to Morgan's touch.

"Say the words, Pretty Boy." he whispers, he frees the kiss swollen lips at last. Dazed eyes struggle to focus, as Spencer draws in a breath.

"P-Please...Derek..." he moans and leans for another kiss. Morgan pulls back, just enough to hold the gaze.

"Say it." he repeats and reaches down to fist the begging flesh that bumps his stomach. Spencer's head falls back with a yelping cry and the fingers grip Derek's shoulders.

"Y-Yours..." he gives in and groans out. "All yours, Derek." The admission is what Morgan has been waiting for.

"That's right." he mumbles into the silken locks, he shifts his body over Spencer and presses his length forward. The prepared entrance giving way to the thickness and Spencer's voice lifts in volume and octave.

Lazy but deep, he takes his lover, blazing the fact that Spencer is his and his alone with every passionate thrust. The connection is strong and warm. Their emotions plain.

Blinding light steals them both, as the heat spills over their bellies and then deep within Spencer.

Panting, Derek spoons his boy to him and kisses the sweat damp curls at the slender nape.

"Don't forget it." he whispers and Spencer giggles.

"As if I could."

End

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