"Uh, can we give Hotch head under his desk? That's it. That's the request." -@kposey2 warnings: hair pulling, light degradation, praise, oral (male and female receiving)
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You walk into the BAU early—no one else is here yet. Your heels clack against the tile as you push the glass doors open, placing your purse on your desk. You glance toward Hotch's office window, scrunching your brows as you see Hotch already sitting at his desk. Had he even gone home last night?
You walk up the small set of stairs, crossing to his door, knocking a couple times. After a moment, Hotch's tired voice answers.
"Come in."
You open the door, watching Hotch's eyes flick up to you. You see the ghost of a smile on his face as he looks at you, and you step inside his office, closing the door behind you. He tilts his head, his eyebrows scrunched together.
"Did you even go home last night?" You ask, crossing your arms as you look at your boss.
"Why does that matter?" He asks, his voice low.
"You're too stressed," you murmur, walking around to the side of his desk, your finger trailing on the wood.
Hotch swivels his chair to the side, his eyes travelling down your body. You grin, turning around, shutting his blinds, and turning back to him. Hotch reaches out, his hands gripping your hips as he pulls you to him. You run your hands through his hair, and Hotch's hands travel up to your waist.
You and Hotch had...been a thing for a while. It started out as just sex, but recently, it's been a little bit more than that. The sex is still amazing, and Hotch is as rough as ever, but lately, you've been having...feelings. And you know Hotch has feelings, too. You two just haven't addressed them.
He pulls you onto his lap, and you straddle him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You lean forward, planting a kiss by his ear. "You need to destress." Your voice is a whisper, and you tug on his earlobe with your teeth.
"And you can help me with that?" Hotch asks, his voice breathy.
"I think I can," you murmur, your lips brushing over his jaw.
One of his hands moves to your hair, pulling you to his lips. You kiss him, the kiss fast and hot, his other hand squeezing your ass. You grind slowly against his crotch, earning you a moan from Hotch. You give a breathy chuckle as you pull away, Hotch's lips move across your jaw to your neck. He kisses down your neck, sucking lightly at the skin.
"Hotch, you can't leave marks people will be able to see," you mumble, twisting your fingers in his hair.
"I don't care." His voice vibrates against your skin, and you tug his hair back, his eyes meeting yours, his lips parted slightly.
You grin, pressing your lips against his again, grinding on his hard bulge. He groans into your mouth, both of his hands traveling to your ass, squeezing hard as he urges your movements. You're both startled when a knock sounds at his door.
