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Morgan and Reid were comfortable enough in their relationship where they had sex. Or could have sex. They didn't often, mostly because of Reid's nervousness from both inexperience in sexual nature and his own issues with insecurities. His time naked in front of people hadn't been the best, it had actually been the worst. Being laughed at in both situations, at least one was just with his shirt off but the goalpost incident tainted his mind a lot. It took Reid a while to be okay with being exposed to Morgan. Morgan didn't mind the slow pace, he never wanted to rush the relationship and was willing to take it as slow as Reid needed.
He was more than happy with coddling him and getting his self-esteem up, especially since it meant he could dote and tease as much as he wanted.
It was probably only their third time having sex, Reid had Morgan's leather jacket on because he felt most comfortable with a top on and Morgan wanted to satiate that need while not letting him overheat himself.
And maybe just a bit of the reason was that he selfishly loved the way his clothes hung off the thinner man. Brown, fluffy, curly hair (Morgan was starting to think he had a hair kink. If it was only Reid's hair) were sprawled out on the pillow. Morgan liked seeing Reid's expression during sex, it not only helped him know how to please his lover but the expressions he tried so hard to suppress were so cute.
“Mnhg-organ” Reid moaned out, it looked like he wanted to say something. There was a lot he could possibly want to say, after all. Considering he still seemed to be enjoying it, Morgan kept going. Smugness filling him,
“What is it, baby? Want it faster? Harder? You did last time, so inexperienced but you take it like you've been for years” slut would've been the word that was usually used but Reid didn't like that kind of degradation and Morgan was too much of a player himself to use ‘slut’ in a degrading manner. Also maybe growing up with all girls did that to you.
“Ngah!” He hadn't waited for an answer before going both faster and harder. He assumed it was what Reid wanted. It scared him last time when Reid begged him to quicken it but the man had been able to take it. He was slightly hesitant now too, but Reid’s moans and body language said he liked it.
His eyes were giving mixed feelings.
“Color?”
“Mmn red” Morgan instantly stopped, wincing when he realized too late that the change was probably too yelped pained at the pressure change, proving Morgan's theory.
“I'm sorry, baby. Did going faster make it red?” Reid shook his head uncoordinatedly, narrowing his eyes slightly in thought.
“Been r’d, ‘m sorry”
Morgan's hushed the apologies softly, wiping stray tears that came with Reid and sex. “What do you mean you've been red? You've been like this for a while?” A nod was his answer, Reid was blissfully closing his eyes. “Why didn't you say anything?” Morgan frowned.
“You didn't ask, not that it's your fault or anything” Reid said matter of factly.
“I- Reid” he sighed, there were no ill feelings towards him, he just didn't know they weren't clear on this. “That's not how safewords work, pretty boy. I may ask you for your color, but only when I do something that I think you might've not liked and want confirmation on whether or not that hurt you. If the color changes though at any point, to yellow or red, you're supposed to just say it. No prompting needed. We use safewords to make sure we don't hurt each other, I may not ask but that's because I expected you to tell me if anything felt bad. Especially if it's red, baby. That means you were either hurting and/or wanted to stop completely, I need to know that sweetheart”
“Oh.. I'm-”
“Don't apologize, now you know for the future. I'm going to pull out, does anything hurt?”
“Not really, it wasn't that painful.. until you sped up, it was mostly just overwhelming I think. I know you told me not to but I'm sorry I made us stop” Reid pulled himself into a mostly sitting position. He could see that Morgan was still hard, maybe made it too obvious considering Morgan bustled and shifted somewhat under the blanket.
“Nah, you're all good. Both of our pleasures matter, if you aren't feeling it or are hurting then it's important we stop. Seeing you hurt should've made me soften… sorry, you're just too pretty” they both chuckled, Reid rolled his eyes.
Seeing Morgan being the one to be embarrassed made him confident, “I can give you oral to take care of it” he blurted. Not really regretting what he said but he was embarrassed by it. Morgan raised an eyebrow. “I um.. I gave oral two times before so hopefully it won't be horrible. But if you end up not liking it I can get you off another way.” When he saw that was only half of what Morgan was curious about he continued. “I genuinely want to, I'm not just doing this because I feel bad” he reassured.
“Okay, but you're definitely telling me about who you gave blows to and how you learnt. You're not getting away from that conversation that easily. But for now, I'd love to see what you got, pretty boy”
“I- it's been a while, just so you know. I'm sorry if it's not good” he warned, it had been years since those experimental jobs with Ethan. Morgan was big too, he didn't act that cocky without something to back it up. Reid got his lips around the tip, Morgan was already edged from before, he bucked at the little stimulation. Reid held his hips, realistically Morgan would still be able to move them due to their strength and weight differences, but Morgan got the message and restrained himself.
Reid wanted to be in charge.
Which was perfectly fine, a few seconds in and Morgan was writhing on the bed. Reid swallowed around him a few times, either to stimulate and keep from there being too much saliva leaking from his mouth. Maybe a bit of both, but knowing his germaphobe tendencies, it wouldn't be surprising if it was the latter.
He focused on the swirl of his tongue, the way Reid hummed slightly, his teeth very slightly brushing occasionally when he lost rhythm due to Morgan's movement. The sight was just as good as the touch too, he'd give anything to keep a memory of Reid’s pretty pink lips around him forever. He was compelled to take a photo but he knew he wouldn't like that. He gripped his hair for stability.
“Fuck, Reid. ‘m not a candy, damn” he moaned, he could feel him lick at the slit. “Feels so good, baby” he reassured, sounding more desperate than usual. Reid wasn't fazed by the fact he was compared to eating a candy, in fact, he got off with a small pop. He stayed hovered teasingly close.
“Wanna know why? I might've been taught how to give oral by practicing on a lollipop” he chuckled a bit embarrassed, giving small licks to the tip before taking him into his mouth again. All while Morgan was still trying to process what he just heard.
His Reid sucked a lollipop like a dick?
His cock twitched in the other's mouth even more. It was an uncharacteristically vulgar scene but apparently one he missed out on.
With that knowledge and the way Reid sucked and licked around him, he came quickly after.
Reid made a garbled-startled noise as he pulled off, cum he hadn't been able to swallow leaking out of his mouth. He swallowed the smaller load now that most of it spilled out.
“Sorry, wasn't ready to swallow” Reid felt messy, he looked it, but Morgan loved the sight even more.
“Your perfect, baby boy,” Morgan grabbed his own shirt that he'd been wearing before this and used it to clean Reid's mouth, then his torso that had spilt cum. “I should've warned you, you were just so good I wasn't expecting to cum so soon”
Morgan took care of aftercare against Reid's protests. ‘I didn't forget that I made you red earlier, I know you didn't either. Let me take care of you,’ had been the smooth reply to his argument. Reid could only pout but as he got taken care of, he forgot why he didn't want this. After a bath, Reid's hair got brushed and petted by Morgan while they watched a random show they agreed on.
Of course, Morgan hadn't forgotten about Reid's earlier comment. He brought up Reid's blowjob experience later in the night during a commercial. It had not been a conversation Reid wanted to have, he hid under the covers slightly and turned red almost instantly. Morgan laughed affectionately and prodded him until he gave in.
“Ethan” he mumbled into the blanket that Morgan was playfully taking away. The fight for coverage stopped when Morgan froze.
“New Orleans Ethan?”
Reid nodded.
“Spencer, you naughty boy. Your college friend? Or well… I guess you guys weren't really friends huh?”
“We are. Were back then too. It was all platonic”
“You platonically gave your friend a blowjob?”
“Yeah, it was just practice. I mean, we both agreed that the other was attractive. Amongst other things. But neither of us particularly wanted to get romantic, he was moreso just helping me be confident. I agreed, nothing really changed” Spencer said factly, as if this was a completely normal thing to say.