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DAY THREE: FIRST TIME
Spencer had accepted that he would be a virgin forever. He’s 24 and hasn’t even come close to kissing a girl. So he accepted his fate and focused on work. Dating was overrated anyways.
Thats until Derek Morgan showed up in his life. To say he was in love, that’s an understatement. It’s a mix of admiration, love, and fascination.
So he was a little surprised when hangout at Morgan’s turned from Spencer ranting to having the older’s lips on his.
Derek’s hands traveled all around his body. Felt good but also made Spence sweat. He was super inexperienced compared to Morgan, and he also doesn’t know how to tell his coworker that he’s not exactly a normal boy. But when Morgan is leading him to the bedroom his 187 iq is cut into pieces, dropping dramatically.
Morgan noticed how Spencer wasn’t hard, he assumed a few things but not Spencer being trans. Not like that’s an issue, just didn’t expect it.
Spencer swallowed as he heard his own pants being unzipped. He covers his face and leaned back into the pillow behind his head.
“Oh…”
That’s all that’s left Morgan’s mouth. Spencer didn’t know what he expected, maybe for Morgan to be turned off or maybe a little bit of disgust.
But Morgan didn’t seem to care in the slightest, a topical Tuesday for him. But Spencer’s heart didn’t beating a million miles per hour.
Derek wasn’t waisting time. Spencer lower half was stopped rather quickly. Shoes, belt, pants, and underwear, off and discarded to the floor.
Spencer’s face was beat red at this point, biting his lip.
Every time Derek would touch him he felt like he would melt. How Morgan grabbed his thighs and pulled him closer, it made Spencer whimper. He didn’t think he was this sensitive.
He watched Morgan undo his own belt with big eyes. Watching the older get undressed made him feel tingly and nervous.
Morgan leaned over to his bed side table and opened the 2nd drawer, he pulled out a bottle of lube and two condoms. At least he was prepared.
“I’m gonna assume I’m your first.” Morgan said as he opened one of the condoms. Spencer didn’t need to answer, him covering his face was a good enough answer for Morgan.
Honestly Morgan was messing with him, he didn’t expect his theory to be true. But something inside of him stirred. He really liked the idea of taking the nerd’s virginity.
“Hey, hey! There is no shame in that.” His tone got softer as he moved Spencer’s hands out of his face, making Spencer look at him. “If you don’t want to do this, it’s okay.” He said as he gently grabbed Spencer’s jaw.
“N—no! I do! I—I do!” Spencer sputtered. I quickly nodded his head. Morgan smirked and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “If it gets too much tell me to stop.” He said softly.
Derek made it his mission to make Spencer’s time, the most satisfying time he’ll have.
He started off with simple prep, lube and his fingers. One, then two. Stretching him. Listening to him whimper and moan here and there. Music to his ears.
Morgan’s free hand ran up Spencer’s side, stopping at his binder. His head ticked to the side a little. “Shouldn’t you take this off?” He asked as he traced the edge.
Spencer knew he should, but he wasn’t a fan of his breasts out. “I’ll be okay.” He said softly. Sadly Morgan didn’t buy it. “I get it, you don’t want them out, that’s fine.” His hand started to lift up Spencer’s shirt. “It’s not safe kid.”
Spencer was stubborn but they did do a compromise. Spencer wears Morgan’s hoodie and doesn’t wear his binder. Both sides are happy. Especially the older.
Once Spencer said he was ready, Morgan slipped on one of the condoms and put some lube on it. He wasn’t trying to cause Spencer any pain.
Once Spencer gave the green light, Morgan pushed in. Slowly, watching the younger’s face.
Morgan could only get half way before Spencer’s face scrunched, telling him to stop. He held the other’s waist, softly tracing circled on his skin. A silent way of telling him, take your time.
While Reid was relaxing around Morgan, the older was placing soft kisses on the other’s neck and jaw. His lips fluttering all over his skin.
Spencer was tight, and dear god Morgan loved it. He had to hold back just drilling into the younger.
Small thrusts, just getting Spencer used to movement. Taking every step slow. Every breathy moan Spencer let out was making Derek closer to losing all self control.
“M—more!” Spencer moaned.
He wanted all of Derek, he thought he was ready. Morgan didn’t hesitate. He gripped his hips a little tighter and quickly bottomed out. Spencer let out a strangled moan and gripped onto Morgan, his nails digging into the other’s skin.
Spencer felt so full, a feeling he didn’t even know he would enjoy. And a feeling he would definitely want to feel again.
Spencer’s legs wrapped around Derek as he breathed. Morgan went back to kissing him, this time sucking here and there. What’s the point of fun if there’s no proof? So why not leave a hickey or 5.
Spencer’s eyes squeezed shut as Morgan thrusts became faster. His nails starting to dig into Morgan’s lower back.
Morgan had Spencer to his mercy.
In a mating press. Spencer’s head fell back.
To Morgan he looked angelic.
The room was full of the sounds of the bed squeaking, Spencer’s moans and skin on skin.
Morgan smirked as he felt Spencer tighten up, telling him the younger was close to his first orgasm. So of course Morgan had to speed up, making Reid choke on his moans. His nails desperately scratching down the older’s back.
“Morgan!” I gasped out. Every thrust felt like it was going stright into Spencer’s tummy. Driving him crazy.
Driving him right to his first climax.
It was earth shattering. Spencer’s body shook as his hips jerked. The moan that left him was long and almost porn star like. A few tears fell as his head fell back.
Morgan was so satisfied, watching Spencer crumble and come undone under him. Really seeing the effects of his first orgasm, and living every single one of them.
He leaned down and kissed a few of the tears away. “Perfect.” He whispered. “You’re so perfect Reid.”
Morgan regretted wearing a condom, he wanted to finish inside of him so bad. But it wasn’t the time, maybe next time.
Definitely next time.
After their bath and new sheets Spencer was out, Morgan had to make sure he was still breathing from how still he was.
Spencer clung onto him, like a sleepy koala. Morgan found it so cute. “Sleep tight Pretty boy.” He whispered softly. His head on-top of Spencer’s and arms tightly around him.