Little Moreid Agere Dabble

Little Moreid agere dabble

"Daddy's home!" Derek calls out as a joke when he shut the door to his and Reid's appartment. He glances around for Spencer, wondering why his joke wasn't wothy of at least a pained groaned from the younger man. "Spencer?" He calls, hoping for a reaction this time so he doesn't go into a blind panic looking for him.

He's looking at the kitchen when he feels skinny arms wrap around his legs. Derek turns, finding Spencer latched onto his legs with no intend of letting go any time soon. "Hey Reid, you, um, okay there?" Derek brushes a hand over Spencer's long curls. Spencer tilts his head op to see his boyfriend. Derek can't help but smile as he sees Reid's favouite pacifier bopping away in his mouth. "Well hello kiddo" Morgan ruffles his hair and Spencer giggles. Guess Daddy is really home. Derek thinks to himself.

Spencer mumbles something enthusiastically behind his pacifier and Derek just nods. Knowing better then to try and make sense of anything Spencer is trying to say at the momment. Derek reaches down, trying to detach his little from his legs so they could at least move to couch for a snuggle. But Spencer whines and whimpers, clinging on tighter.

"I've missed you too, i just need you to let go for a few seconds so we go cuddle on the couch instead of the kitchen. Now come on sweet boy" Derek tries in vain to remove Spencer's arms from him. Derek groans and swears that if he could he'd give Reid's ass a smack for disobeying him. He's never had the heart to actaully do it, finding that talking about whatever is making Spencer extra clingly works best to push the date of the next clingly epsoide back.

"If you can stand op for Daddy then he'll carry to the couch, sound good?" Derek offers op the golden prize, being carried. While Derek doesn't mind carrying Spencer, he'll carry him any time he wants. Spencer is very particulier about when being carried is good, and when it's hell on earth. Spencer immediately stands, arms still around Derek, but now around his wasit instead of his legs.

Derek takes Spencer's arm from around him, sighing as the younger man whines at the removel. Derek set the mans arms around his neck instead before hoisting his little op around his hips.

Spencer giggles so loudly that the big grey sweater (That he's stolen from Derek's side of the closet) falls off his shoulder and Derek has to reajust it to keep the man warm. When he brings them both to the living room, it's clear from the state of the couch that Spencer's just woken op from a nap. A light purple blanket is strewn across the cushions, a throw pillow is laid down and flat from the pressure of Spencer's head, and of course there's his favouite stuffie, Rocky. A small brown dog that Luke gave him. Spencer thought it looked like a male verison of Roxy, therefore Rocky.

Derek pushes Rocky aside and sets them both down with a thud. This should explain Spencer's behavior, he always needs some extra love and snuggles after a nap. But Derek thinks there's something more. He pulls the pacifier from Spencer mouth, chuckling as his little whines for his comfort item. "I know Baby you want your paci, but i need to know what's going on first. Daddy can't help if he doesn't know what's wrong, remember?" Derek craddles Reid's cheek as the man whimpers and reaches for the pacifier. Derek grabs his hand with the one holding the pacifier.

"I just wan my paci" Spencer whines, big brown eyes holding back a flood of tears that theaten to fall any second. "Daddy needs to know first, then you can have your paci" Derek explains, knowing full well Spencer only caught half of what he said. Reid huffs. "Case, Tobias Hankel. Paci please?" Spencer blinks away a few tears as he tries to graps the pacifier, begining to rock forward ever so slightly. Derek lets go and pops the pacifier into Spencer waiting mouth.

"I'm so sorry baby, Daddy's so sorry" Derek brings Spencer close to his chest, repeating the rocking motion as he soothingly rubs the smaller man's back. "You're safe here, i promise. You're safe with Daddy" Derek pesses a kiss to Spencer's hair. Spencer lets out a small sob and Derek regets ever prodding at the issue. It takes a few minutes but Spencer's cries die out and Derek maneuvers them into a comfortable postion.

Spencer laying in front him with Rocky, a blanket tucked around them, and the Tv playing Bill Nye the science guy, because while Spencer might know every fact in the show, it's still science related and it's fun enough to keep his attention for a few hours. Spencer whould later recount that they laid together for three hours, 23 minutes and 13 seconds. To Derek it doesn't matter how long they cuddle. Just that Spencer feels safe with him. And when Spencer starts to snore, Morgan's knows he's got it right.

Pain

You were done, everything was hurting and you just wanted to go the fuck home. The first thing you did, was tell Hotch, who immediately send you and Spencer home, as you are in no condition to drive. Spencer had packed your things for you, telling you to just relax the best you can. He bent down, helping you put on compression socks, it didn't always help, but you're hoping it'll work today.

"Are you sure you don't have any painkillers with you?"

"Yes Spencer for the millionth time i use the last one!" You yell, you didn't mean to, but you're just so irritated. Spencer gives you the look, and your shoulder shrugs sag. "I'm sorry, I just....No, I don't have any more pain meds left and it's getting really bed" You explain as Spencer helps you into a soft par of slippers.

"I'll stop by the pharmacy on our way back and you can see if you can get some sleep?"

You smile, he's too sweet to you sometimes. "Thank you" You brush a hand over his hair.

Spencer help you to the car with a blanket and a pillow, it's about 9pm and while you are tired, the pain is making you restless. When you finally get more painkillers, it makes the pain dull, but not go away, now your whole body just aching instead. So Spencer does what Spencer does best.

He makes you comfortable.

He feeds you all the food and drinks you can think of, makes all the stops you need to get out and stretch, and when you finally fall asleep, he drives carefully.

Spencer doesn't wake you op when you arrive home. You blink your eyes open as Spencer tucks you into bed. Your body still aches but the drowsiness outweighs it and you fall asleep again. Spencer tucks himself in behind you, careful to not make your pain worse by cuddling you.

You guide his arms to places it doesn't hurt too badly and the two of you fall asleep.

Sweater

you look around in your and Spencer's shared closet, runing your hand over every shirt, trying to pick a good shirt for the rainy day. It's chill out and while your appartment is heated, it's still chilly enough to need a long sleved shirt. Since your favioute sweatshirt is in the wash, you're looking for another comfortable shirt. Spencer's been called away for a missing child, so at worst, he'll be home early tomorrow, if it's good he might be home in a few hours.

You've just run your hand down your last swearer, finding the material rough and unforgiving for you today. You run a hand down over the sweater that separate your side and Spencer's side of the closet. The feeling of the soft cotton sends a shiver down your spine, that's it. That's the one you want. Spencer's dark blue, light but warm sweater. You pull the sweater off the hanger and pull it on over your t-shirt. You press your nose to the fabric, breathing in the smell of Spencer's deodorant and cologne.

You settle on te couch with a hot mug of tea. You mind wanders to the case. Spencer muttered off some details to you bofre he left this morning. A 7 year old boy went missing from a church youth program, when his mother came to get him, the program leader said his grandfather had picked him op, but the boy doesn't have a living grandarent. It's case like these that make you not want kids. You'd love to have a family with Spencer, but cases where kids go missing from safe places, they creep you out.

While you don't want the church going, white fence or classic nuclear family, you'd like a kid or two, not more then three though. The idea of a family life with Spencer, it would be tough, with his job, but you'd really love it. Life in a home with some good land and a few kids runing around outside. You sip the hot tea, bringing yourself back to your reality, there's nothing you can do to help the boy. All you can do is be there for Spencer when he comes home, to keep him ready and able to help when another boy goes missing.

You take another sip, relaxing as the liquid warms your throat and stomach, making you feel cozy and safe as you snuggle op under a blanket. You're not sure when Spencer left, it was either late last night or early this morning, it was dark out. That much you are sure of, it was dark out. You hope it's not raining where ever in the country Spencer is at the mommnet. You don't even remember if said where he was going. Does it matter though? isn't a missing kid a missing kid no matter where they are from? You finish off your mug of tea, craving for another. You drag yourself op from the couch, needing some golden goodness. As you're stirring in your milk and sugar, Spencer comes back through your front door seemingly in disstressed. You grab another cup, kowing Spencer's wil either want tea or coffee. "Hi honey" You greet, watching as Spencer drops his bag with no regard for it's safetly on the floor. "Tea?" You ask, lifting his normal coffee cup. "Yes please" He nods, sheding his shoes and jacket. You never wore shoes inside, when you told Spencer this, he insitsted he'd do it too.

"Do you-" "He wasn't alive when we got there, he was dead within the hour he was taken" Spencer sighs, joining you in the kitchen. "I'm so sorry" You mumble, pouring Spencer a cup of tea. Spencer stands behind you, tucking himself close to you as he wraps his arms around you. "It's not your fault, it's the bastered who took him fault"

"i know, but still" You say, stirring a few teaspoons of sugar into the tea. Spencer's always had a sweet tooth, sweet tea and sweet coffee are a must. "Mhmm" Spencer adknowledges your statement, resting his head in the crook of your neck. "I don't wanna think about it anymore, i'm home now" Spencer presses himself closer to you.

"Of course" You say, crading your neck to let him snuggle close to your skin. His breath on your neck makes you shiver, but you let him, knowing the scent of you always calms him. "Thank you" He mutters. You tap his arm and he let's go of you. You give him the hot mug, and he takes it, tugding to the cough with you following behind with your own tea. You sit down nex to Spencer, leaning into him slightly.

"Is that my sweater?" He asks, laying an arm around your shoulders. You find yourself flushing. "It may be" You say, setting your mug down on the small coffee table. "You look, wonderfull in it" Your reponse is muffled by Spencer leaning in and pressing his warm, sweet lips to yours. You lay a hand on his chest in surprise. It takes you a second to kiss back, grabbing his collar with one hand and wrapping your other arm around his neck. He pulls back a second, catching his breath. "Was this on purpose?" He heaves and you stramble to know what he's asking you.

After a momment you admit defeat. "If what is on purpose?" You ask, toying with his collar. His hand grabs at the fabric of your- his sweater. "You're wearing my sweater, you know how i feel about seeing you in my clothes" He mumbles, straddling your lap. You grin. "Remind me" You sneak a hand down to pull his shirt out from his slacks. He seizes your wrist, eyes staring straighet at the sweater you've got on. "Don't push it, just kiss me" Spencer demands

"Mhm, i don't know, you're not being very nice Spence" You tease, undoing his top button. You smile as your tone makes Spencer shiver. "Please kiss me?" He tries, shuffling closer to you, bringing your bodies together. His arms settle down around your waist. "Mhmm, i don't think so baby-" "Please! Please i need to kiss you y/n" He tugs at you harshly and you chuckle. "Oh, needy for me? You need me?" You tease. Spencer gives you his famous puppy eyes and you melt, you can't help it. "That is not fair, Spencer Reid" "You're not fair either" He pouts.

You sigh and drag him down into a firm kiss. His lips are sloppy on yours. You slide a hand around his back, pulling his shirt op from his pants anyway. His protests are muffled in you lips, allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth. He softens in your lap, relaxing as you kiss him. You slide your hand op his back, feeling the soft skin. He whines at your touch, and pride swells in your chest. You love how he reacts to your touch. "Spence?" you mumble between kisses. "Yes?" He mumbles back, sliping a hand under your sweater to feel your skin for himself.

"It's wasn't on purpose, but the next time it will be" You mutter, firmly grabbing ahold of his shirt collar. "That's not fair" He whines, his mouth so close to yours that you can smell the sweet tea on his breath. "Tell me you don't want it then" You tease, hoisting his hips op closer to yours. "I can't" He gasps as his hips hit yours, grabbing on tightly to your waist. "Then quit complaining" You give your hips a small thrust into his, watching as he tries to not moan. "I'm sorry" He gulps, fingers digging into your skin so harshly you know you'll end op brusicing. "That's better" You praise. "Now tell me what you want"

"I, um"

"Use your words Spencer" You tease, watching as he blushes and tries to stammer out his answer. "I want to fuck you in my sweater" He confesses. You blush, not expecting this explicet answer. "Well" You huff, manuvering around to lay under him. Spencer follows, staying atop you. "You better get started then" You wrap your arms around his neck. "You are gonna kil me one day" He gulps, chuckling slightly. "Mhmm," You reach op and tug him down for your mouths to met again. You hook a leg op around him. "I might, but you'll like it i'm sure" You mutter in between kisses. "I love you" He whispers to you as he begins to kiss down your neck. "I love you too" You whisper back, sliding a hand op into his hair, tanggling your fingers in his soft curls. He undoes your pants, shuffling to get them off you and leave you in your underwear only. You reaching op, undoning his shirt and pulling it off him.

"Baby, if you don't hurry op and fuck me, i'm going to do it myself" You huff as he works to get his pants off. "Keep being a brat and i won't fuck you at all"

"Okay, okay, i'll be good"

"Good, because i'm gonna need you to you to hold on for a while" He says, slipping out from his boxers and tossing them on the floor. "What? Spencer that's not- hey!" You yelp as he lifts your hips and slips your underwear down to your knees. Spencer leans op, close to your face. "You heard me" He grunts. "I'm gonna take my time with you and you are gonna hold on until i give you permisson" Spencer muffles your answer in his lips and you stoamch twists. You know what taking his time means, it means he's gonna rail you six ways to sunday. And you can't wait.

Relax

It's a hot night, you've been sweating all day long. You decide it best to shower, Spencer isn't going to be home for a while and there for you can hog the bathroom for as long as you want.

You step into the tub / shower comb in your shared apartment. You quick rise the sweat off your body before settling for a nice long bath. You step out, still wet. As the tub fills op behind you, grab the basket of 'everything bath' that Spencer had gotten for you for your birthday. The basket is still pilled high with special hair care for your hair type, body washes, bath salts, bath bombs, and body scrubs.

You almost laughed at him when you saw it. But he coaxed you into it, at first just the physical care products then slowly to the more pretty and relaxing stuff.

You set the basket of stuff by the tub, just where you can reach. You slip into the warm water, your phone on the counter is playing some of your favorite music. You're on your second round of conditioner when the bathroom door opens, you haven't bothered to lock it as you were alone.

"There you are" Spencer sighs in relief as you rise the conditioner from your hair. "Hey, thought you weren't gonna be home until late?" You ask, brushing a hand through your hair. Spencer dips a hand into the blue and purple water besides you. "It's 2:28 am" Spencer presses a kiss to your damp forehead.

"It is?" You ask, watching as Spencer strips off. "Yes, do you mean if i join you?"

"I'd love that"

Spencer slips in behind you. The water in the tub raising further op. "Mhmm" Spencer snuggles into your neck, pressing a few sweet kisses to your skin. "Bad case?" You ask he continues to kiss you. That seems to halt him.

"Two kids, siblings, kidnapped by the same man a hour apart. They were found barely alive in the unsub's basement....I'd rather not discuss it further"

You turn your head, planting a soft kiss on his lips. "Of course" His eyes soften, and his shoulders relax. "Thank you" You share a few kisses before helping Spencer wash the day's stress away.

It's 2:58 by the time you and Spencer settle in bed together. It's dark, so you feel your way to Spencer's embrace. Spencer holds you close, gently tracing circles on your back.

You snuggle your head into the crook of his neck, your whole body feels soft and relaxed. Spencer shifts and gently pushes a leg between your thigh, you smile at this. A bath then cuddles, not a bad night.

4 am.

Spencer is wake at 4am reading, you making him go back to bed.

You find yourself waking op in darkness, you glance to your alarm, t's 4 am.

You softy reach out, finding only cold sheets where Spencer should be. You turn over fully, searching for Spencer. When you find nothing at all, you tramble out of bed, panicking.

You flick on your reading light. Your first thought is to call Hotch, but you need to be sure that Spencer's gone and not just in the bathroom. You pull on the shirt Spencer left on the floor when you went to bed.

You grip your phone tightly as you check through the living room, then the kitchen, then the bathroom, you're about to call the whole team and tell them Spencer is missing when you hear a chair creaking.

You walk to your shared study, seeing light on beneath the door. You gently crack the door and sigh happily as you see Spencer sitting at his desk with at least 7 different books.

"Spence..." You call, rubbing your eyes. Spencer quickly turns around, hair a mess, only in his underwear and glasses and with a bit of blue pen ink on his fingers. "H-Hey..." Spencer croaks. Your shoulders sag.

"It's 4 in the morning, what the hell are you doing Spence?" You ask, walking to Spencer and grabbing both his shoulders.

"JJ called.....needed help with some chemical stuff and I, just got invested" Spencer blushes in the yellow light of the study. You lean your head on his.

"Have you learned what you needed?"

"Yes..." Spencer mutters, pushing his glasses further op on his nose. That makes you smile a bit. "Then call JJ and then you are coming back to bed"

Spencer looks down in shame. "What? Out with it Baby, now" You demand, squeezing his shoulders "I, already have" Spencer mumbles, refusing to look at you.

You grab his chin and force him to look op. "We'll talk about this tomorrow, you are coming back to bed and cuddling me" You drag him op from the chair. Spencer nods and lays his glasses by the books.

"Of course, it's early morning and we should be sleeping" Spencer relents. You press a kiss on Spencer's cheek. "Mm, now come on, Bed" You say before dragging him back to your bedroom.

You toss the shirt you were wearing back on the floor. You settle in bed with him. Spencer opens his arms for you to tuck yourself into, and so you do. Snuggling op close to him.

"When did JJ call?" You ask, laying your head in the crook of his neck. "At 3:43 am"

"Damn it Spence, i, never-" You yawn. "mind, it's fine, but promise me, the next time the team calls at night, you find what they need, then go back to bed. Okay?" You tell him, wrapping an arm around him, feeling the skin of his back.

"I will, promise" Spencer says with a small nod, tracing circles on the skin of your lower back.

"Good"

Distraction

I wake up to heavy rain crashing down outside. I smile happily to myself, I've been waiting to have another rainy day with Nico. But my plans go out the window as a lightning strike strikes down just outside. Oh well, it'll still be a rainy day. I drag my heavy body up and out of bed. Nico physically can not leave his cabin when it's thundering. So I pull on what have become my cuddle clothes, soft sweatpants, an old soft Camp Jupiter shirt and a newer camp Jupiter hoodie. I slip on my shoes but bothering to find socks. I'll be walking to the Hades cabin and not anywhere else if I can help it. With the thunder, I can't bring an umbrella. So, I have to walk in the rain. Nico won't mind through, as long as I'm not soaked to the bone. I walk out the door and onto the porch. I breath in the sweet smell of rain. It's rather foggy out and I can't see the Hades cabin anymore. I shrug and get out into the rain, starting my walk to the Hades cabin. As much as I'd like to slowly walk through the rain and soak into the feeling, Nico won't cuddle me if I'm soak through. He might be able to borrow my clothes when he's wet, I don't fit into his clothes. So, I rush to get there, both to not get too wet and get to Nico who's probably starting to get a little scared as the thunder has started to pick up. Or he's debating coming to get me. Probably not though. My guess is that he's laying curled in on himself, feeling ready to die. I get to door, but I don't bother knocking, it'll only be another sound that'll startle him.

I slip through the door that I've barely opened, I'd rather not get rain in. Nico's sitting upright in bed, jumping at every noise. "Hey" I say, yawning. I pull off my wet hoodie and toss it by the window to dry when the sun comes out. "Hi" He whispers. Oh, that bad already. I run my hand through my hair, getting the rain to settle into it. I can hear the thunder a lot clear here. I make my way to him, sitting down next to him on his bed. "Come on, we both know you need a hug" In seconds he throws himself over me and leans his head over my shoulder. I wrap my arms around my middle. "You'll be okay, I'm here" I murmur. Nico reaches his arms up and tightly holds onto my shoulders. There’s another loud bang just outside the window. Nico jumps at the sudden noise. His nails dig into the fabric of my shirt, and I squeeze him tightly. "You're okay baby" I muse, slipping a finger under his shirt to distract him. I gently slide my finger op the curve of his back. "Do you want me to distract you?" I ask. "Please" He murmurs into my neck. "Mhm, what do you need?" "Just, anything" He pleads. "Okay" I whisper, shifting him in my lap. Hands resting on his hips. I shift us both down so I'm laying on my back with him sitting above my hips.

He's also dressed in cuddle clothes, his black camp shirt and soft sweats. I tug at the waistband of the grey sweats. A cue. He moves down, getting on his hands and knees above me. I reach op, grabbing his collar. Another cue. He gets down on his elbows, his face only a couple of inches away from mine. "Mhm?" He mumbles. I lean op, lips barely touching his. He leans down, starting a sweet kiss. I keep a hand around his shirt, grabbing onto the fabric to keep him in place. I glide my other hand down into the back pocket of his sweats. A hand is shoved into my hair, gently tugging at it. I moan slightly. He jumps as there’s another roll of thunder outside. He's jumped back from me, panting with wide eyes. "Look at me, you're okay" I murmur, loosening my grip on his shirt. He shallows, sniffling a bit before he finally meets my eyes. "I'm here, there's nothing to be scared of" I say, slipping my hand out of his pocket. I rest my hand on his upper back. "I've got you" He nods, taking a deep breath. He leans in a bit, twisting his hand in my hair again. I gently guide his face back into mine. I bite into his lip, another distraction. He pulls at my hair ever so slightly.

"W-Wait" He stutters. I look op at him. "Mhm?" "My arms hurt, can we move?" He asks, face only an inch from mine. "Yeah of course" I say. Nico shifts off me and I sit op. I shuffle until I'm sitting with my legs criss crossed. Without a word, Nico sits himself in my lap. He wraps his legs around my waist and arms around my neck. "Hi" He murmurs. "Hi" I say, slinging my arms around his hips. Another loud crack of thunder rolls on outside. Nico whimpers and buries his head in my neck, resting his face on his arm. "Shh baby. I've got you" I murmur, gently tapping his hip. He shivers, the poorly insulated cabin barely keeping the heat inside. "Cold?" I ask. "Mhm" "I left my hoodie by window, should be dry" Nico gets off, gets the dry hoodie, pulls it on, and gets resettled in my lap.

"Jason?"

"Yes baby?"

"Can I keep your shirt for a bit?" He asks, voice small and doubting. The thought of Nico keeping my shirt, sleeping in it, wearing it around camp. It sends a shiver of pride down my back, knowing he would visibly be mine. "Yes, please keep it for a bit. I'd love that" I murmur, leaning op and leaving a kiss on his jaw. The thought of seeing Nico wake up in my shirt. Gods. Nico chuckles "That tickles!" He laughs. "Does it?" I ask, continuing to kiss along his jaw. "Jason!" He laughs, kicking at my back. "Mhmm!" He whines as I kiss down his sensitive neck. He wiggles around a bit. He doesn't jump or yelp as another strike of lighting hits the ground. Too distracted by my lips down his neck to notice. "Jacey!~" He murmurs, still gently kicking at my back in playful protest. "Do you want me to stop?" I hum into his skin. His fingers dig into my shirt. "Don't you dare" He chuckles, the feeling becoming normal. He hums in happiness, giving op on his thrashing. As i kiss back up his neck, he whines and his hold around my waist tightens. "Jason..." He breathes out.

"Yes baby?"

He doesn't respond

"Yes?" I repeat.

He leans his head back. A small moan slips past his lips. Oh, he's not asking me anything. He moans my name at least a dozen times as I keep kissing around his neck and collarbone. I snake a hand op under his (My) hoodie. He mumbles out a yes and I pull off him and yank the hoodie off. There's another roll of thunder outside but he doesn't notice. I've got him pretty distracted after all.

"Jason..."

"Yeah?"

"Take off my shirt"

"Happily"

I pull off his shirt and keep kissing around his collarbone, going lower with each kiss I place. He starts whining as I reach his pale chest. As I start gently biting on a sweet spot, his whining turns to panting. He's gonna kill me for all the hickeys later. But right now, all he has to say is. "Give me another, please" He begs. "You got it Sweetcheeks" I mumble. I smile into his chest, sucking on the red skin. I gently bite on it. He lets another, slightly louder moan slip passed his lips. There's a very loud lightning strike just outside the cabin. Nico whimpers at the noise, but that's it.

I glance op at him, to make sure he's okay. He's still panting, but he looks fine. "Good?" I ask, just to be completely sure. "Yeah, I'm good" "Good" I say, leaning op and placing a kiss on his lips. He grabs ahold of my neck and kisses back. I smile at his reaction and let him keep ahold of me. He shuffles the closest he can. Getting needy.

Gods, I could stay here all day. Kissing him, touching him, having him. "Jacey?" He whines, pulling off me. "Yeah?"

"Let's not leave my cabin today, if we can avoid it"

"You read my mind" I mumble before going back in and rejoining our lips. Nico's fingers tips dig into the skin of my neck. I groan at the lovely pain. Nico whines into our kiss as I gently bit into his bottom lip. He'd later be mad at me, because I'd leave a bruise on his bottom lip.

He gently presses his hips into mine. I press back, moaning at the little friction I get from the movement. Nico whimpers, pulling back in surprise. "Sorry..." He whispers, blinking to realize what he just felt. "Did it feel okay?" I ask, resting both my hands on his hips. "Yeah..." he mutters. "Enjoy it then" I say and recreate the movement. He moans again, he slaps a hand over his mouth. "Someone will hear us" He whispers.

I take his hand away. "Not with this heavy rain and thunder" I reassure. "Just, let me distract you. I know you'll like it"

"Okay, distract me then"