More filthy criminal minds thoughts!!! Luke and spencer like it when they can fuck each other's cum into you.
holy shit
smut warning!!
“Stop whining, Spence.”
He shuts up immediately, opting to put his mouth to better use and kiss you instead. A particularly hard thrust from Luke has you careening forward into Spencer’s chest, his big hands catching you easily. He directs your arms over his shoulders to give you a little leverage as he cradles your face, pushing your hair back from your sweaty forehead.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Hold onto him. You like watching her like this, Spence? You like knowing you get to fuck her next?”
Spencer throws his head back, groaning as you dig your nails into his back. You rest your head against his chest, repeatedly knocking into him as Luke’s hips don’t let up against yours for a second.
When he snakes a hand around you to rub at your clit, your knees almost buckle. Luke’s grip on you keeps you upright as you grip at Spencer’s biceps, panting into his bare skin.
“Come on, princesa. Let it go. Know you want to, yeah?”
You nod frantically, practically mewling when Spence leans down to slip his tongue into your mouth.
“Fuck, baby. Gonna fuck my come into you, and then Spence can fuck it back out, alright?”
You fly into your climax, clenching down so tight that it triggers Luke’s, too.
“That’s it. There we go. If you’re good, we’ll swap back again, and then again. As many times as you want, princesa. You want that?”
This was another request for my milestone celebration from @andiebeaword which just turned into a crazy, smutty beast. This is so loosely tied to the song and I’m sorry. I had to throw weird magic 8 ball references into it that might seem out of place but it made me feel better for going so far off track with this. This is super NSFW Minors DNI.
Summary - Spencer and Luke’s relationship is on rocky ground as Spencer starts to regret never getting to be with a woman. When Luke suggests inviting Spencer’s favourite barista to join them in the bedroom, all signs point to yes.
CW - this is just utter filth, proceed with caution. Oof where to begin - talk of sexuality, Spencer has never been with a woman, sexually fluid Luke, PWP, very brief mention of drinking and past drug addiction, making out, sub! Reader, Dom! Luke, switch! Spencer (Dom with reader, sub with Luke), handjobs, swearing, slight masturbation (male), oral sex (f and m receiving), face sitting, multiple orgasms, fingering, overstimulation, coming untouched, penetrative, protected sex.
WC - 6.7k
Uncertainties were a tragic and unfair symptom of living, something Spencer Reid had learnt all too many times in his years on earth. Life was inherently unforeseeable, unpredictable by nature.
For someone who hated the unknown like Spencer, it was a hard pill to swallow but one he’d had to swallow time and time again. Life was no less random than the answers on a magic 8 ball, and he’d had to come to terms with that.
If there was one thing Spencer had always been able to be certain of it was his sexuality. For as long as he could remember he’d always known he was gay and it was a small definitive in his world that he’d been able to count on for many years.
He’d never looked at girls the way other boys his age had, Spencer had been too busy looking at the boys themselves. He didn’t really understand what that meant until he reached his teens and for a long time it was a part of himself he tried to deny.
He was already an outcast with being younger and smarter than all of his peers and he didn’t want to add any fuel to the bullies fire. He kept it to himself, his own little secret.
It was only once he was in his twenties he became ready to act upon it and once he did he never looked back.
In an uncertain world, his sexuality was the only thing he was certain of.
Until he wasn’t.
When Spencer first met Luke Alvez he thought all his birthdays and Christmases had come at once. Spencer had fallen head over heels for him and much to his surprise, Luke had felt the same.
He’d never been happier than he was with Luke, but then he met you and you changed everything.
Spencer had never found himself looking at a woman the way he looked at you. There was something so magnetic about you that he gravitated towards you without even meaning to do so.
You were the new barista at his favourite coffee shop and you were effervescent, ethereal in your beauty. Spencer found himself often getting tongue tied around you, tripping over his words and sometimes even his own feet.
And without intentionally doing so, he pulled away from Luke. It was little by little at first until there seemed to be a chasm between them.
Was his happiness simply a trend for Spencer? Tomorrow now seemed misunderstood, because it was reading outlook not so good. If only the signs would point to “yes” and you could maybe feel the same for him.
But that wasn’t what he wanted right? He loved Luke, he was just going through a phase. It was nothing more than a harmless crush.
Wasn’t it?
Wasn’t it?
Luke had noticed the way Spencer was acting but he didn’t understand what was happening other than the fact his boyfriend of three years was shutting him out. Every time he tried to talk to the younger man about it he changed the subject. And every time he tried to initiate contact, Spencer shied away.
Eventually he’d had enough and he had to confront Spencer or risk losing him for good. It had taken some pursuing from Luke and a lot of resistance from Spencer but Luke managed to get to the bottom of his boyfriend's little crush.
And thus had ensued a long and arduous conversation.
Luke was, to Spencer’s surprise, extremely understanding. He understood Spencer’s curiosity even if Spencer didn’t.
Luke had always been a lot more fluid with his sexuality, he’d been with both women and men in the past whereas Spencer had never been with a woman before.
It confused Spencer and Luke also understood that. Spencer had been so sure about this one aspect of his life from a young age and it didn’t make sense to him how, in his forties, he was now questioning that.
Luke didn’t begrudge Spencer’s interest and tried to tell the younger man it was perfectly understandable that one day he might find himself curious about these things he’d never experienced before.
And somehow the conversation had culminated in Luke suggesting a threesome.
Spencer initially vehemently shut that idea down. He wasn’t exactly thrilled at the idea of sharing his boyfriend and the thought of being with a woman quite frankly terrified him.
But the more Luke talked about it, the more Spencer started to open up to it. Although it was terrifying it was also incredibly exciting. And it would only be one night, one night in which he could explore a side of himself he never had before and then everything could go back to normal.
So he found himself waiting at the coffee shop one day until your shift ended, closing his eyes and ready to take a leap of faith.
He was prepared for you to say no, to probably call him a creep and he would subsequently need to find a new coffee shop.
But after explaining everything to you, and showing you pictures of Luke, you’d been surprisingly interested.
And that was how he’d found himself in a hotel room with his boyfriend and his barista, staring dumbly from across the room and ringing his hands together in his lap.
There’d been some casual conversation, a drink in the bar to loosen them up, at least for the two of you who didn’t have a past with addiction. But soon enough Luke was suggesting they head upstairs and Spencer’s heart had been beating erratically ever since.
He sat in the chair in the corner of the room while Luke, who had always been the more confident of the two, wasted no time in moving in on you.
He held your face in his hands as he kissed you ferociously, bodies flush against each other and small gratified moans leaving both of your lips.
The first thing Spencer felt was jealousy and not because you were kissing his boyfriend. He was jealous because since the moment he’d laid eyes on you he’d wanted to do what Luke was doing now.
Your hands wandered Luke’s back while he kissed you, and Spencer felt like a spare part. For a moment or two he felt as though you’d both simply forgotten him and that he was in for a night of watching you and Luke together.
But then Luke pulled back from your lips and stepped out of your grasp, turning and looking over at the shy man cowering in the corner.
“Spence, you just gonna watch all night?” Luke chuckled, heading over to him and pulling the younger man to his feet. “You’re the reason we’re doing this, cariño.”
Spencer felt his stomach coiling into knots as Luke led him closer to you. You were smiling sweetly at him, your lips already slightly puffy from Luke’s kiss.
When Luke let go of him you quickly stepped closer to him, placing your hands on his shoulders.
“You've never even kissed a woman?” You tilted your head to the side as you looked at him.
“N-no.” He stuttered with a shake of his head.
“You do want this right, Spencer? You seem…uncomfortable.” You regarded him curiously.
“I’m always uncomfortable, that’s normal. I, uh, I really want this. I’m just incredibly nervous.” He kept his hands at his side, acutely aware of Luke watching him.
“That’s ok, we can go slow.” You moved closer to him, your breasts pushing up against his chest and he hissed slightly. “You can touch me, Spencer.”
“Oh.” He nodded. “Oh, ok.”
His hands trembled a little as he raised his arms and placed them cautiously on your hips. You offered him an encouraging smile as you inched your face slowly closer to his, giving him a chance to change his mind if he wanted to.
But he didn’t want to.
Your lips gently brushed against his own and that tiny action was all he needed and suddenly it was like a light had switched on. One his hands flew to the back of your head, holding you in place as he somewhat roughly slammed his lips against yours.
You moaned at the sudden forcefulness and Spencer was quick to slide his tongue in your mouth. He gripped the back of your hair and kissed you so deeply the air vanished from your lungs.
Luke’s eyes widened at the quick change in his boyfriend who was kissing you more frantically than Luke had ever seen.
And when Spencer used his grip on your hair to lead you back to the bed and push you down to the mattress, Luke felt himself growing hard in an instant.
He shoved you back to the bed and he remained standing, looking down at you with dark eyes. His previous nerves had disappeared, it was like looking at a completely different person.
Truthfully the moment he tasted your lips everything seemed to click into place for him. He needed this more than he’d ever realised and now he had the chance he didn’t plan on squandering it.
Spencer had spent his whole life as a submissive in every aspect of his life. But one kiss from you brought out his dominant side and he adored the way it made him feel.
He glanced at Luke and the visible tenting in his jeans. Looking into the older man’s eyes, his dominance slipped for a moment and he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Is this…is this ok?” He swallowed.
“Spencer, it is more than ok. I want you to enjoy this, this is your night.” Luke encouraged him.
Spencer nodded and turned back to you and your ragdoll form on the mattress. His lip twitched up into a slightly dangerous smirk.
“Get undressed.” He commanded, his voice so stern you knew not to argue it.
You were eager to do as you were told, scrabbling to get out of your clothes while the two men stood side by side watching as your articles of clothing got fewer and fewer.
Once your bra was removed, Spencer’s jaw fell slack as he stared at your chest, the first pair of breasts he’d ever seen in real life.
You puffed out your chest proudly and worked on getting off your jeans. Spencer couldn’t take his eyes off of you, off of every dip and curve in your body.
If the tightening in his pants was any indication, he wasn’t nearly as gay as he’d always thought he was.
He was so busy staring at you as you shimmied off your jeans, leaving you in nothing but a silk thong, he didn’t notice Luke moving behind him until he felt the older man’s strong arms wrap around his waist.
Luke’s lips glided over the shell of his ear and one of his hands palmed Spencer through his slacks.
“Enjoying this, Spence?” Luke whispered as he nibbled on Spencer’s ear lobe.
“Very much so.” Spencer nodded dumbly.
“He told you to get undressed, sweetheart.” Luke spoke to you while he worked on the buttons of Spencer’s slacks, grinding against him from behind. “Panties off.”
As if being told what to do by one man wasn’t already hot, having them both command you made your head spin.
You quickly did as you were told and lowered your underwear down your legs as Luke’s hand was slipping inside of Spencer’s pants and freeing his erect cock.
Spencer made an animalistic hissing sound at the sight of you fully nude. That combined with Luke’s hand which was now languidly stroking him made his knees buckle.
“What do you want to do to her, baby?” Luke nuzzled against his ear.
Spencer moaned lightly at the mere thought. His options were wide open, he could do anything he wanted to you but where did he begin?
Where was the magic 8 ball when he needed it?
You watched him curiously, standing by the side of the bed in all your glory while Luke worked Spencer’s cock in his hand.
His pumps were lazy and slow, not intending to bring his boyfriend to orgasm but more just to tide him over.
“Fuck,” Spencer mumbled as all the sordid thoughts spun around his head. “I wanna…fuck…I think I want to eat her out.”
You whined and pressed your thighs together at the thought. You knew the situation, you knew Spencer had never been with a woman before but you had no doubt he would be good at whatever he had planned.
Luke bucked himself against Spencer’s ass and tightened his hold on the other man’s shaft.
“Jesus I’d really like to see that.” Luke moaned, breath hitting the side of Spencer’s face. “I’ve got an idea.”
Luke let go of Spencer’s dick and stepped around him until he was face to face with his partner, his back to you. Spencer whined a little now Luke was blocking his view of you but Luke was smiling.
He brought his hands to the top button of Spencer’s shirt and started popping them open. Spencer didn’t question it and simply let Luke free him from his shirt.
Once it was undone, Luke tossed the garment on the floor before helping Spencer out of his pants and boxers with zero protest from Spencer.
With Spencer now naked too, his hard member standing to attention against his stomach, Luke led him towards the bed by the wrist.
Spencer didn’t complain when Luke laid him down on the bed, head resting against the pillows. He was a little confused but he trusted Luke.
Having Spencer in position, Luke turned to you with an almost wicked smile. He curled his finger, motioning you towards him and you happily complied.
Luke quickly slammed his lips against yours again and his hands started wandering down your body while his tongue explored your mouth.
Soon enough his large hand was between your thighs, spreading them a little before his middle and index finger suddenly swiped through through folds, causing you to yelp.
“Fuck,” he mumbled into your mouth. “Spence, she’s so wet already. You’re gonna love this.”
Spencer whined, his hand wandering of its own volition, finding his shaft and firmly squeezing the base.
Luke collected your arousal on his fingers before brushing over your clit a few times but all too soon he was withdrawing his fingers entirely.
His pupils were blown out wide as he pulled back from you, a smirk adorned on his lips.
“You want him to eat your pussy, angel?” He tucked your hair behind your ear.
You mewled in response, but Luke was looking at you, demanding a verbal answer.
“Yes, yes! Fuck, please?” You whimpered.
Luke nodded in satisfaction, turning your body by the shoulders to face Spencer who was still holding his cock in his hand.
“Sit on his face.” Luke commanded, tone so stern that even if that didn’t sound incredibly hot you would have done it anyway.
Spencer’s eyes widened as you crawled on the bed, his nerves returning in an instant.
“What if I’m not…what if I’m not any good?” His cheeks burned with embarrassment but he directed his question at Luke and not you.
“Baby, you’ll be just fine. You’re a genius after all, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” Luke winked at him and it provided Spencer with encouragement.
You kneeled over his chest, a little hesitant to go any further. But then suddenly Spencer was grabbing you by the hips and pulling you closer.
He met no resistance from you and was able to pull you like a rag doll until you were hovering over his face. He exhaled a shaky breath and you felt it between your legs.
“It’s ok cariño, you can do it.” Luke gave Spencer’s leg a reassuring squeeze.
Spencer growled as he inhaled your scent and suddenly like a man possessed, he tugged you down so you were sitting on his face and his tongue brushed over your most sensitive area.
You whined loudly at the contact and Spencer’s arm came to rest heavily across your thighs to keep you in place. His tongue glided through you, gathering your arousal and hissing at the taste of you.
When his tongue settled back on your clit and he started lapping and sucking on your bud you couldn’t help but wiggle on his face, feeling the glorious friction from his stubble between your legs.
He didn’t go easy on you, he wasn’t tentative like a man who had never done this before. He was immediately eating you out with the desperation of a man devouring his final meal.
His arm was heavy against your thighs, keeping you steadily in place. You leant your palms on the headboard of the bed to keep you upright.
Luke was moaning to himself as he listened to the glorious and slightly messy sounds Spencer was making between your legs.
He watched the way his boyfriends eyes fluttered closed and he buried his face into you while his tongue worked your clit.
Your body was already trembling above him, and the moans leaving your parted lips were the sweetest song Luke had ever heard.
He undressed himself, his eyes never leaving Spencer for a second. As soon as he was naked like the two of you he climbed onto the bed.
You barely registered the weight of the bed shift beneath you, too focused on Spencer’s work with his mouth. It seemed impossible that he hadn’t done this before because he knew exactly what he was doing.
He flattened his tongue and ran it through your folds to collect more of your arousal before he settled back on his ministrations on your clit.
He held you down with force, you wouldn’t be surprised if he left a bruise across your thighs with the pressure he was exerting.
Spencer didn’t care. He was obsessed with the way you tasted and couldn’t believe he’d gotten to this age and never tried this.
He could feel you soaking his face, as his nose buried against you while his tongue continued to lap and suck greedily at you.
His cock was throbbing painfully, in desperate need of stimulation. He wouldn’t be at all surprised if he came untouched simply from the taste of you.
He was certain this would not be his last time doing this.
You suddenly felt a warm, hard body encompassing you from behind at the same time Spencer felt a pressure on his chest.
Luke knelt either side of Spencer’s torso and pressed himself against your back.
“Jesus Christ you have no idea how hot this is.” He panted against your ear. “How does she taste, Spence?”
“Hmm.” The younger man simply hummed against you, sending a vibration through your entire body.
Your eyes were rolling back in your head at Spencer’s deft tongue but that wasn’t even the half of it.
You felt something ghosting between your legs from behind and then suddenly two thick digits were plunging inside of you.
“Holy shit.” You mumbled incoherently as your head fell to your chest.
Luke smirked as he placed a kiss against your neck and started working his fingers inside of you.
“Fuck, Spence she’s tight. Your gonna want to fuck her.”
Spencer hummed against your clit again and tightened his hold on your thighs. He nuzzled his face entirely between your legs, desperate to taste more of you but the idea of being inside you made his cock pulse achingly.
Luke thrust his fingers deeply inside of you, feeling you fluttering and clenching around him. The moans and whimpers leaving your lips were feral and he could tell you wouldn’t last much longer.
“Are you close, pretty girl?” He mumbled against your neck.
“Mmm hmm.” You pathetically replied.
Luke grinded his hips against your back whilst his fingers moved in and out of you rapidly, pounding into you with bruising force.
Spencer never let up even for a second and the sounds of his tongue between your legs filled the room alongside three sets of moans.
Your body startled to tremble furiously and you felt your orgasm pooling in the pit of your stomach. Suddenly your back went rigid and your eyes shot open as you reached your peak.
“F-fuck!” You screamed so loud the walls shook, clenching around Luke’s fingers as Spencer swallowed every drop of your orgasm.
Soon you were going limp again and Luke held you upright with his body as he slowly slipped his fingers out from between your legs.
But Spencer didn’t seem perturbed.
His arm on your thigh tightened even more so and he continued circling your sweet spot with his tongue.
Luke wrapped his arms around you to steady you, your body shaking.
“S-Spencer,” you whined. “S’too much!”
But Spencer still didn’t stop.
His tongue traversed through your legs and back again to your clit where he pressed the flat of the muscle against you.
You whimpered, quaking on top of him and trying to squeeze your thighs together but his head was in the way. It seemed to spur him on and his tongue moved faster.
“Spencer?” Luke tried to get his attention but Spencer didn’t listen.
His own orgasm was building and he was so close he couldn’t stop now.
He kept up his work, seemingly not noticing your whines or the tears rolling down your cheeks from the overstimulation. You felt him moan between your legs and then out of nowhere his body started to convulse beneath you.
His grip on you loosened and you fell back into Luke’s waiting arms. Spencer was panting and moaning furiously.
Luke helped you to lay down next to Spencer but he couldn’t take his eyes off of his boyfriend and the slickness coating his mouth and chin.
When his eyes cast further down the younger man’s body he noticed his slowly softening cock and his come all over his stomach.
Luke couldn’t help but smile at the idea of Spencer coming simply from pleasuring you.
Luke laid down between you, two worn out and lifeless bodies either side of him. But he wasn’t done with either of you, he hadn’t gotten off yet.
He gripped Spencer by the jaw and turned his head to face him before smashing his lips against his boyfriends.
The taste of you on Spencer’s lips was phenomenal and he made a gut wrenching moan erupt from Luke’s lungs.
“You liked that huh?” Luke smirked into the kiss. “I guess you must have done if you can come just from eating pussy.”
Spencer simply mewled, his body shuddering at the thought and Luke chuckled as he slowly manoeuvred himself down the bed.
He bowed his head to Spencer’s stomach and started lapping his tongue over his flesh, cleaning his boyfriend of his arousal.
Spencer whined a little at the sensation, wriggling on the bed but allowing Luke to clean him up.
“Come on guys, what about me?” Luke sat back on his haunches and looked at the two of you, already complete wrecks.
He chuckled with a roll of his eyes and got up from the bed, tugging Spencer by the wrist until he was sitting up.
“Since you have such an oral fixation, it’s my turn, cariño.” Luke nodded to his hard cock which was begging to be touched.
Spencer whimpered again but nodded all the same and forced himself onto his knees in front of Luke.
He would get a second wind, no doubt. One of his favourite things in the world was giving his boyfriend head and he would never turn down the opportunity,
He placed his hands on Luke’s hips as he bowed his head closer to his length, blowing cool air over the tip and making Luke groan.
Soon he was parting his lips and wrapping them around Luke, quickly taking the older man all the way in his mouth until he hit the back of his throat.
But Spencer didn’t even seem to notice. He had the most impressive gag reflex that even when Luke got carried away and fucked Spencer’s mouth, Spencer never batted an eyelid.
The sloppy sounds of saliva and Luke’s moans caught your attention and you rolled onto your side to see Spencer now taking the other man’s length like it was his job.
You’d given plenty of blowjobs in your life but you’d never gotten the chance to witness one in real life.
It was a dizzying sight, the way Luke’s entire cock disappeared inside of Spencer’s mouth, the same mouth that had been pleasuring you just moments before.
The way Spencer’s tongue glided up the vein on Luke’s shaft and then danced teasingly over his swollen head was intoxicating. The way Luke’s abs tightened each time Spencer took him all the way to the back of his throat was glorious.
Luke’s eyes snapped up from where they’d been watching Spencer and onto you, that dangerous smirk on his lips again.
“Come and give him a hand, angel.” He winked at you and his tone told you exactly what he meant.
You still felt weak as you clambered to the edge of the bed, your skin so sensitive. You dropped down to the floor kneeling behind Spencer and wrapped your arms around his waist.
He was already half hard again as you wrapped your hand around his shaft and a muffled scream left his lips at the sudden contact. You felt his body jerk forward at your touch, thrusting his face into Luke’s pubic hair.
Luke chuckled and moved his hand to the back of Spencer’s head, balling up his locks and using his grip to control the pace.
Spencer was standing at full attention in no time at all as you stroked him and you felt yourself getting turned on again too.
Luke stared down at the two of you on the floor as he bucked back and forth in Spencer’s mouth. Luke had always been the more dominant of the two men and having both of you on your knees, so subservient to him was the most incredible feeling in the world.
He wanted to freeze time, to capture this delicious image in his mind. He wanted this to last forever.
But he also wanted more.
He knew this was supposed to be for Spencer’s benefit but it had been a long time since he’d had the opportunity to be with a woman and Luke didn’t want to let it pass him by.
He already felt his precum leaking down Spencer’s throat but that wasn’t how he wanted to come.
Suddenly he let go of Spencer’s hair and stepped back from the younger man’s mouth. If there was ever a sight to reduce a grown man to a fucking puddle it was the one Luke was witnessing now.
A trail of salvia joined the head of his cock to Spencer’s chin, dripping down from his pouty lips. His eyes were large and doe like, staring up at Luke like he hung the moon, messy hair falling in his face.
And you were behind him, chest pushed up against his back while you continued to stroke his cock.
The love he felt for this man was incomprehensible, the kind that defied all laws of nature.
But he would put a pin in that, he had more pressing matters to attend to.
“Both of you up.” He commanded and you both scurried to your feet without question.
Luke’s hungry eyes took you all in, focusing on you while Spencer stood dumbly at your side.
“On the bed, spread your legs.” He told you sternly and yet again you were quick to comply.
Luke located the condoms, ripped one open and rolled it over his length. It was a little odd at first, he hadn’t used condoms since he and Spencer first started dating but at least it might mean he could last a little longer.
Although given how turned on he was, even a condom might not help.
Spencer looked at him a little sadly, a pathetic whine leaving his lips.
“What about me? I thought I was going to fuck her?”
“And you will, baby,” Luke cooed, brushing his fingers along Spencer’s jaw. “But it’s my turn first, you already got to come. It’s only fair that I do too.”
“O-ok.” Spencer nodded. “W-what do I do?”
“You get to watch, cariño.” Luke shot him a wink before climbing onto the bed where you laid out in front of him.
He regarded you curiously for a moment or two before he pulled you up by your biceps.
“I want you to ride me, angel. Can you do that for me?” He whispered so lovingly and you nodded which seemed to please him.
He let go of your arms and positioned himself so he was sitting up against the headboard. You climbed into his lap, a knee either side of his hips and hovered over his length.
Luke glanced at Spencer who was still standing dumbly at the side of the bed like a spare part. He patted the mattress next to him.
“Come here,” he nodded his head, motioning Spencer over.
Spencer did as he was told yet again and came and sat next to Luke just as you started lowering yourself onto him.
From this angle Spencer had the most incredible view of Luke’s cock as it disappeared inch by inch inside your cunt.
You and Luke moaned simultaneously as he pushed inside of you. He was thick and heavy but maybe not as long as Spencer but he stretched you out as he entered you.
“Fucking Christ,” Luke moaned as he bottomed out inside you. “I forgot how good that feels.”
It was different than having Spencer around him. Not better, not worse; just different. He wouldn’t trade sex with Spencer for anything in the world but you felt so spectacular that for a brief moment or two he forgot about Spencer’s existence.
It was only when the younger man let out a guttural moan that Luke remembered him sitting next to him. As you started bouncing up and down on his cock, he gave Spencer a sideways glance.
“Touch yourself for me.” He whispered to his boyfriend.
Spencer’s hand immediately found his own member and he started stroking himself languidly.
Your eyes flit between where Luke was repeatedly slamming inside of you and to where Spencer was jerking himself slowly.
Luke grabbed your hips and used his grip to help move you up and down. His own hips were bucking to meet you, his orgasm dangerously close after the night's previous events.
His head was a complete mess, he wasn’t sure he’d ever been so turned on in his entire life. He didn’t want this moment to end so soon but he knew his release was imminent.
“Fucking hell I’m sorry, I’m so close.” Luke whined, his thrusts becoming more frantic.
You tried to meet his pace and each time he pounded inside of you his blunt head slammed right against your bundle of nerves.
“S-Spence,” he panted, eyes hooded and full of lust. “Get a c-condom. You can f-finish her off.”
Spencer squeezed the base of his cock at the thought, a cacophony of nerves and excitement bubbling in his chest.
He reached over to the side table and retrieved a condom, his hand shaking a little as he tried to tear the foil package.
Of course he’d helped men with them before but he’d never had the need to wear one himself. Rolling the rubber over his length was a new and strange experience but that would only be the half of it.
It started to dawn on him that in just a few moments he would be buried inside of you, an encounter he never expected to be having.
But he couldn’t fucking wait.
Luke’s face contorted and his fingers dug into your hips as he bucked one last time and came with a strangled moan, spilling his seed inside of the condom.
Spencer watched on in eager anticipation as Luke continued to lazily thrust in and out of you, growing slightly impatient.
“My turn?” He whimpered pathetically. “Please?”
Luke glanced over at him again, eyes barely open and a sheen of sweat on his forehead. He reached a lazy hand out to stroke Spencer’s cheek.
“Of course baby.” He whispered, helping you off of him and hearing you whine as he slid out of you.
You looked at Spencer while rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, unsure of what you were meant to do.
“Where do you…how do you…?” You asked softly.
Spencer’s eyes widened at the question, and he quickly became overwhelmed. Luke could tell by the slight panic in his boyfriend's eyes that his mind was over saturating, over-thinking this moment like he did every other moment.
“Take a breath, Spence.” Luke mumbled. “Close your eyes, I know you’ve pictured this moment. Close your eyes and imagine it.”
Spencer once again did as he was told he closed his eyes. Luke was right, he had pictured this, a huge amount as of late.
With Luke, Spencer gave over all his control, letting Luke have the dominance. He’d never minded, always happy in his role as the submissive but right now he craved that power.
He wanted a position in which he could have full authority over you, in which he would hold all the cards.
He opened his eyes suddenly and surprised you both when he stood up. He curled his finger for you to do the same which you did in an instant.
As soon as you were on your feet he grabbed you somewhat roughly by the wrist and led you to the corner of the room where the armchair sat.
He brought you to the back of it, turning you around so you were bent over it, your back to him. He shoved the back of your head down and parted your legs with his other hand.
“Just like this,” his voice was breathy. “Fucking perfect.”
Two fingers ran between your folds and you hummed against the fabric of the chair. But they soon disappeared so he could wrap his hand around his cock and guide it to where he needed it to be.
He lined himself up and looked over at Luke who hadn’t moved. Spencer’s eyes were questioning, unsure as he looked at his partner.
“If you don’t want to do this, Spence, no one is going to force you.” Luke spoke quietly, reassuringly.
“I very much want to, trust me.” Spencer replied.
“Then what are you waiting for, cariño?” Luke smirked and it was all the impetus Spencer needed.
He took a shaky breath before he cautiously pushed his head past your threshold. His eyes instantly doubled in size and Luke noticed his entire body stiffening.
Spencer was still looking at Luke as his mouth fell open and he dared to push another inch inside of you.
You moaned as he did so, feeling that familiar stretch you’d experienced with Luke. Neither man was small, you would undoubtedly be sore tomorrow.
“Keep going, baby.” Luke encouraged with a smile.
Spencer swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing deliciously as he did so. Inch by inch, excruciatingly slowly he vanished inside of you, hands holding you steady by your hips.
Once he was fully sheathed inside of you his whole body stilled as he adjusted to the way it felt. Nothing could have prepared him for it, the way he could feel your walls stretching to accommodate him; how warm and wet you were wrapped around him.
“How is it, Spence?” Luke breathed.
“I…I…no words.” Spencer panted his reply.
There truly were no words to describe it and Spencer usually had a word for everything. But this was so beyond his wildest comprehension that even his giant brain couldn’t find the necessary prose that would do this justice.
He took another deep breath, finally looking away from Luke and down between your bodies. He gasped loudly at the sight awaiting him as he pulled his hips back, seeing the condom coated in your slick.
And when he pushed back in his head spun at the way he disappeared inside of you, taking his entire length.
“Fucking hell.” He panted breathily.
His animalistic side took over then and he started suddenly pounding into you, hard and fast jabs of his cock as it filled you up again and again.
You gripped the armchair and your moans muffled against the material. Your legs were shaking but Spencer was holding you up with a firm grip on your waist.
Each time he slammed against you, he seemed to hit you in a new spot and his hips slapped against your ass probably leaving bruises.
Luke was moaning from his position on the bed, his cock starting to grow hard again at the sight of his boyfriend pounding you.
Spencer’s face was contorted into an expression of pure ecstasy, like nothing Luke had ever seen before.
He looked delirious, his eyes half rolled back in his head and his hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead.
He fucked you into the armchair, his thrusts unyielding as he worked his way to his orgasm.
Luke moved without the forethought to do so, on his feet and moving across the room. He came up behind Spencer and wrapped his arms around the other man’s chest, pressing his lips against the soft flesh of his neck.
“How good does it feel, Spence?” Luke mumbled against his neck.
“Fucking…so good, so fucking good.” Spencer whined, hips snapping back and forth frantically.
Luke nibbled on his boyfriend's neck, fingers brushing over his nipples before tweaking them a little. His dick pressed against one of Spencer’s ass cheeks and the friction caused by Spencer’s thrusts was dizzying.
Spencer felt the telltale tightening in his stomach, the coil wound so tight it would imminently snap. He somehow pounded you harder and you could feel your own orgasm sneaking up on you.
As if he could read your mind, Spencer spoke in a ragged voice, “are you close?”
“Hmm.” You replied, nodding your head.
“Fuck, me too.” Spencer agreed.
Luke could feel Spencer’s impending release in the way his body tightened in his arms and his legs started to wobble furiously.
“Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck!” He bellowed, burying so deep inside of you as he came in the condom, at the same time he felt you clenching and pulsing around him as your own orgasm joined him.
His hips kept slowly bucking and he closed his eyes, leaning the weight of his body back against Luke’s chest.
Luke held him while he came down from his high, while he tried to compensate in his cloudy mind how anything could feel that good.
Eventually his movements stilled completely and reluctantly he withdrew from you, causing you both to whimper at the emptiness you both suddenly felt.
His arms still around Spencer, Luke first helped his partner to the bed where he collapsed like a doll, before he returned and aided you to the bed as well with an arm around your waist.
Luke stood at the foot of the bed and watched the two fucked out bodies as you and Spencer fought to catch your breaths.
Spencer was on his back with his eyes closed and his fingers ran lazily up and down his own rib cage as though trying to bring himself back down to Earth.
You were curled up on your side, eyes also closed as you nuzzled against the pillow.
Luke smiled to himself, hand involuntarily wrapping around the base of his shaft as he regarded you both.
He started leisurely stroking himself as his eyes flicked between the two of you, dark eyes with blown out pupils.
In his wildest dreams he never could have predicted how magnificent this night could be. What could have been his and Spencer’s downfall he knew would now only bring them closer.
The magic 8 ball might have forecast a less than favourable outcome but right now all signs were pointing to yes. And Luke was by no means finished with the fun.
He stepped a little closer, still stroking himself as he watched you both with a large smile on his face.
“I’ll give you a moment to catch your breaths,” he spoke almost callously, forcing you both to open your eyes. “But don’t think we’re done here. We’re gonna keep shaking this magic 8 until it breaks.”
okay so.. ignoring the fact i have 12 wips.. not to mention the requests collecting dust in my inbox 😭😭 (im so sorry i promise I'll work on smth)
how would yall feel abt a fic with Male!Reader (maybe trans too but idk) x Luke (and Spencer perhaps..) in which they become dads and stuff 😇.
i was thinking abt making it multiple parts. each part/chapter being a moment in the journey of becoming dads and shi.. idk its just a random thought rn
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader x Luke Alvez
Summary: After about a year of living with Spencer, Y/N gets excited when he introduces her to a new potential roommate.
Category: SMUT (18+)
Content: Free use, threesome, cum play, penetrative/unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, dirty talk
Word Count: 2.3k
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NOTE: I was gonna write this as a blurb, but it got a little longer than I anticipated lol. I’ve been super into this kink/fantasy lately, so uh.. this was just pure indulgence 🥰✌
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Apartment hunting and living on my own sucked, which is why Spencer Reid coming into my life was the biggest blessing I ever could have hoped for. He was handsome, kind, welcoming... And he let me live with him for free.
Well, not entirely.
But regardless of our little agreement, I still slip him some cash when rent comes up because it's just common courtesy. I'm grateful that he lets me stay with him and provides me with what I need (and then some), and if there's any way for me to return that favor, I'll do it.
He gets annoyed with me whenever I do it, but I always know how to get him to forget about it...
Just thinking about last night brings a smile to my face as I put away the last few glasses in their respective cupboards.
The heavy padding of Spencer's feet behind me makes me turn around then, and I nearly clench my legs at the sight of him, dressed and ready for work, except his dick is out and hefty in his right hand. It's hard, leaking, and by the look on his face I can tell he's about ready to let go.
"Give me your panties, sweetheart."
Before he even gets out the whole sentence, I make quick work of lifting my shirt out of the way and opening up the fabric, pulling it away from my body and giving him an opening. He walks up with a hungry kiss to my jaw as he jerks himself off, right into my panties until he's making a mess of them. I sigh out happily as he hums against my skin.
And when he's done, he kisses my cheek chastely and uses my shirt to clean up a bit before tucking himself back neatly into his pants. I adjust my panties and feel the warmth spread over my skin while he grabs his bag from the back of the chair to leave.
"Have a good day, Doctor," I call with a cute smile, my hand dipping down to feel the mess he made and wishing he didn't have to go.
"You too, sweetheart," he returns with a wink. He turns to leave, but before he's at the door, he throws back, "Oh, and make sure you're dressed properly when I get back, he's coming over with me after work."
"Wait, really?" I ask brightly, my heart starting to race.
"Mhm. He's excited to meet you."
I’d had plans to run some errands today, but as soon as he tells me the good news, I know I won't be able to get anything done.
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The second I hear the door, I'm waiting like a dog with a wagging tail, excited for extra company and eager to make a new friend. I flatten my tiny skirt, though with how frilly it is, it really makes no difference— I think that as excited as I am, I'm definitely anxious about potentially adding a new person to our dynamic.
My hands reach behind my back and clasp together as I rock slowly on my feet, ready to welcome them when they come through the door.
Spencer, as always, looks positively delicious, and it only amplifies when he sees me and smiles, reaching out for me. "Somebody's excited..."
In his embrace, I laugh and welcome his hand as it slips up the front of my skirt to make sure I've followed his instructions. He quickly runs his middle finger through my opening, a smile forming on his lips— I can feel it against my neck. "Good girl."
"I couldn't help it," I tell him earnestly, refraining from whining in protest when he removes himself from me entirely. Then I look over his shoulder to see our guest of honor, Spencer's co-worker Luke Alvez. With a shy smile, I reach my hand out to shake his. "I have a new guest to impress."
Luke accepts my hand with a smile all his own, accompanied by wandering eyes that make me feel warm from head-to-toe. It reminds me of how I felt when I first met Spencer while apartment hunting last year. Luke's eyes are just a few shades darker but regardless of color, the hunger swimming within them remains plentiful.
"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he says smoothly. His voice makes me feel a whole new sense of ease and the overwhelming need to submit to him entirely. "I've heard great things."
With introductions out of the way, Spencer ushers Luke into the apartment and I close the door. "Let me show you around a bit," he says, and the two walk off, leaving me to follow behind.
We tour the whole apartment, Spencer taking his sweet time with the walking and the talking... I swear he's doing it on purpose, to make me wait and get me riled up, but regardless I stay patient and involve myself in their conversations as normal. Actually, it would have all felt like a completely normal apartment tour in the first place, had I not been thinking about how the men accompanying me would use me in the future...
Spencer saves the living room for last, and once we make it to the couch, I pray that he's ready to start showing Luke the added benefit of choosing to live here rather than in an apartment by himself...
And he knows me so well, because he pulls me aside with a cheeky smile, his hand resting firmly on my ass and under my skirt. "So, Alvez, you wanna give her a whirl?"
"You're uh... You're sure this is alright? You don't mind?"
His concern is sweet, but I can see the lust sparkling in his eyes as he looks over me once more.
Spencer laughs a bit, squeezing my ass with a nod. "Of course. Look how happy she is to see you... So ready to be used up..."
Luke's tongue darts out over his bottom lip at my roommate's words, his decision becoming more clear.
Still, I help out. "It's true... When Spencer first mentioned adding a new roommate to our arrangement, I couldn't wait... And you're perfect.
"So what do you say?" Spencer asks once more with finality.
Luke strides over to me slowly, my head tilting higher with each inch he gets closer. He looks down at my lips and smiles before bringing his thumb gently to my mouth. "This pretty little mouth has been calling to me since I walked through the door..."
I hear Spencer laugh beside me as Luke slips his thumb past my lips and over my tongue. I suck it into my mouth with a tiny groan, flitting my eyes up at him and arching my back as Spencer's grip on my ass gets tighter.
"Get on the couch, sweetheart," he says, letting go and giving me a small spank.
Luke's thumb pops out of my mouth and I stumble to the couch, getting on all fours so my hands are on the arm and my knees are buried in one of the cushions.
The unmistakable sound of their laughing fills my ears and makes me even more eager, though I know better than to tell them outright what I want. Unless either of them asks me to, I'm not going to beg. I mean, I'm not sure about Luke, but I know that Spencer prefers when I use visual signs in our daily routine. He likes to hear me use my words, sure, but that's only on occasions where he's in a happier, more giving mood. Most of the fucking we do is when he comes home frustrated and needs to take. No questions asked.
And truthfully, I like that more. Which is why I'd agreed to be his roommate in the end.
Spencer does seem to be more giving today, moving this right along and taking his pants off before walking over to me while his friend follows suit, but I follow our rules anyway, wanting to make a good impression on Luke (though I'm positive I've already secured that bag).
Luke's pants come off too, though he waits until he's right in front of my face. I'm looking up at him with my bottom lip between my teeth, and when he starts to work at his belt, I look down to see.
Meanwhile I feel Spencer's weight dip down behind me, and it doesn't take long for him to slide right in, spreading my legs further and beginning to fuck me steadily. He gathers my hair from my face and into a makeshift ponytail with one hand while the other rests at my hip. "You gonna be a big girl and open your mouth wide, or do I have to make you?"
I respond in kind by slacking my jaw and welcoming Luke, his hands coming down to tilt my chin and slide his thick, hard dick into my mouth.
"That's right, sweetheart," Spencer praises, giving me another small spank and a slight tug of the hair. Meanwhile Luke is slowly fucking my throat, pushing himself deeper with each thrust.
Eventually, the two of them are fucking me with perfect rhythm. Each time Spencer goes in, Luke goes out, and their force is even the same. It's building and building with each second, and I can feel my whole body start to go numb with pleasure. My knees are tingling from the couch, my ass is surely red from how many times Spencer has spanked me, and my throat is bruising beautifully.
Spencer's hand releases my ass and reaches out to my throat. The way he's bending forward gives him a deeper angle inside me, and I can't help the choked whimper that comes out of my mouth because of it. He can feel it, too, because his fingers rest just under my chin.
"His cock feels so good down your throat, doesn't it, baby?" he coos, driving into me harder.
I squeeze my eyes shut for a few seconds to blink away the tears that blur my vision, and when I open them I look up at Luke, pure unadulterated bliss painting his features. He looks down at me with awe and lust and need, and I can tell that it won't be long before he snaps.
"When he comes, you're gonna keep it in, okay? I wanna see it..."
I clench around Spencer at his words, and my orgasm follows shortly after. As soon as I start to come down, Luke holds himself still at the back of my throat and comes with a shout, his hands rooting in my hair. I try my hardest to keep it all in, meanwhile Spencer starts to stutter as well. And by the time Luke is pulling himself away from me, his friend is coming inside me, just like he's done so many times before.
It's a familiar, wonderful feeling, though this time it's even better because I know I have cum filling both ends of me. I feel so full, so warm and numb and fucked out, and I never want to go a single day without it that way.
When Spencer pulls out and leaves the couch, Luke makes room for him in front of me. He steps into view then, reaching his hand out to pry my mouth open and examine his friend's work.
"Oh, sweetheart, you look so pretty with all Luke's cum in your mouth... Doesn't she look pretty, Alvez?"
The other man muses, his hand coming down to graze my cheek. Both their hands are on either side of my face, and they're gazing down at me with such wonderment that I swear I'll do anything to feel this way again— to make them feel this way again.
"She sure does," Luke says, and I nuzzle into his hand. "Just like a proper cumdump."
Their words and their eyes and their touches send butterflies soaring through my whole body and bring an open-mouthed smile to my face.
"You can swallow now," Spencer says, tapping my cheek. I do, and immediately afterwards he leans down to kiss me deeply. I lean into him and flutter my eyes closed, the feeling of his cum dripping out of me and down my leg only adding to the blissful state I'm in.
He pulls away, and I glance over at Luke, who has his dick in his hand and an amused smile on his face. "Damn, I could almost go again..."
I can tell he only means it as a way to keep the mood light, maybe as a joke, but in hopes that it will make him more comfortable with the idea that he can quite literally use me whenever he wants to, I smile as sincerely as I can. "That's what I'm here for," I offer brightly, getting up off the couch and trying to stand on wobbling legs.
I somehow manage, Spencer helps to steady me, and then he laughs, kissing me on the cheek. "You two have fun. I'm gonna shower, and then I have to take care of some errands. That okay with you?"
Luke and I give our approval, Spencer kisses me once more, and then admires me for a few seconds before throwing his friend a wink and heading off to the shower.
The moment I'm alone with Luke Alvez, he takes my hand and gives it a kiss. "You really are something special, princess..."
The nickname, while not entirely new since Spencer had mumbled it a few times with my mouth wrapped around his dick, sounds absolutely delightful coming from Luke's lips.
"Thank you," I purr, leading him to the couch and pulling him on top of me. "But there's still so much for you to discover..."
He hums amusedly, tracing my mouth with his thumb again. This time I take it gently between my teeth before he slips his cock inside me, which inadvertently makes me let go of it in favor of a whimper.
"Well, then I guess it's a good thing I'm moving in..."
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A/N: Surprise I'm not dead! I wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins fic swap and got my wonderful friend babyleaf! This was my first time writing for Ralves, hope you enjoy!
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader/Luke Alvez
Category: NSFW
Content Warning: descriptions of penetrative and oral sex, degradation, praise
Word Count: 1.4k
I’ve always loved things that come in threes.
When I was little, it was a tricycle. Too top heavy for my childhood innocence, metal bars dented from gravel flying up as I taught my body my first love, what flying felt like. I can still hear my mom’s laughter and feel my father’s arms wrapping around my stomach and pulling me back, keeping me from the expanse of the asphalt. My first love was brought to me in threes.
As I got older, it was clover leaves. I loved finding four leaf clovers, but there was something particularly enthralling about being surrounded in a sea of trios, green triplets cushioning my toes. I would pick them and bring them to my mother, and she’d chastise me, reminding me that only the four-leafed plants held the luck she thought I was searching for. But it wasn’t luck I wanted, it was company.
As an adult, I found threes everywhere. Primary colors. The hands on ticking clocks. Suits, trilogies, stoplights, blind mice, guitar chords, and love. I noticed three in everything, made it a point to learn three in every language a search engine could give me.
When I met Luke Alvez, I thought my trilogy of findings was over. I had found my duo. I had learned what two fingers felt like, how they learned my body and carved their ownership into my muscles. Felt his lips pressing constellations into my shoulder blades, his two hands caressing my chest and dragging up to tilt my head to the side, moving to capture me in a much too short kiss. His touch left twos all over my skin, all over my body. When I met Luke Alvez, I kissed threes goodbye, leaving them behind for a lifetime of duologies.
Luke and I developed a routine over the next two years, of loving and loving. I memorized what he felt like inside me, memorized his kisses, memorized him in every conceivable way. I looked to Luke Alvez to teach me what good meant, and he taught me what it felt like, too. He was my ethos, balancing me between vigilance and passion. He kept me from my fire and kept me in my ice.
When I met Spencer Reid, everything changed. From the moment I saw him, my love of threes came back in waves. His curls fall down, each ringlet in three turns. His speeches, all three points to be made. Every handshake with three squeezes, every laugh with three crescendos. I never thought threes would be mine again, until I saw the look in Spencer Reid’s eyes when he looked at my Luke, and Luke looked at him the same way.
When I met Spencer Reid, I knew then and there my duo would soon become a trio. There was no way around the way he and I, he and Luke, and Luke and I all looked at each other. Luke came home that day, puppy like and swooning, talking Roxie’s ears off about his new coworker. I couldn't blame, after all I did, and do, feel the same way about our new object of affection. I was just a bit better at hiding it than Luke. How Spencer and his brain didn't piece it together sooner, I'll never know.
Luke had confessed over coffee, sputtered words and burnt tongue spilling every secret to Dr. Reid. I never thought I’d see the doctor turn so red, but I soon found out he could turn me redder than that still.
Spencer Reid taught me the meaning of trilogy, of three, of us. Luke and I thought the duo was the ending, that the two of us had achieved something unlike anything gifted to humankind before. We were proven incredibly wrong the moment Spencer Walter Reid stepped into our life. The power of three was something I had never considered before I felt his love, his prowess, his consideration.
I memorized Spencer, too. The way his hands felt around my shoulders, pinning me back against him with his writhing hands making their way down my body. I memorized his teeth biting at the flesh between my neck and shoulder, the sound of his belt sliding from belt loops, memorized the way he made the hairs on my neck rise with the simplest whispers in my ears. Beyond that, I memorized the way he kept me calm. The way the brushes of his fingertips assuaged my beating heart, his careful ranting filling empty longing spaces between Luke and I’s silent words. He was our logos, our life’s reason and animus. He kept us bound but bated and every bit of him is in our grasp.
That wasn’t the only way he kept us bound, no, the man was deft and practiced with silken rope. Nothing burns in my memory quite so much as the memory of tied hands behind backs and fatigued knees from sitting in front of him, head craned to stare up at his chiseled physique. He’d trace my jawline, pry my mouth open, let his fingers take up precious real estate in my throat.
“What a beautiful, disgusting thing you are. Opened up for me, hm?” He’d mock me, nothing but love behind his eyes as I stared, nodding.
“All for you,” I’d whisper, choking on his hand in my mouth, my words wrapping around him. He always understood the sentiment. Luke would come around then, sliding my shirt off my shoulders long enough to bite his ownership into me.
“Pretty girl,” he’d say, rough hands smoothing up over my chest, reaching up to unbutton Spencer’s slacks and pushing my head forward to take him into my mouth. I remember looking up through shortened eyelashes and seeing his head thrown back in glory and Luke muttering, “Oh, good girl.” He always could sing my praises. That was something else I’d memorize too, the ecstasy loving them provides.
Spencer would pull me up then, fist in my hair and throw me onto our bed, snarling, “Oh, I’m not done with you yet. He may be nice to you, but I won’t be, not yet. You’ve got to earn it.” My face pushed down into the bed, his hand against my back and Luke’s hands running up my legs to trace at my heat, Spencer had pushed into me, moaning something unintelligible for the first time in his life.
He’d use me, thrust into me with a fistful of hair pulling my head up just enough to wrap around Luke, who would caress my face and tell me how good I was being, how sweet and patient. It would only be so long before Spencer would fill me with his warmth, falling over me and pressing kisses to my back, muttering his own praises in languages and feelings I would never understand. Luke would follow soon after, wiping my mouth and giving his own kisses to the corners of my mouth, copying Spencer’s lilted praises.
It’s all of these things that I leave memorized, imprinted, in stone in my mind. It’s now that I understand my place among the trilogy, the pathos of us all. My passion, my love, my desire. It turns out that, after all, I do still love in threes. Luke, Spencer, myself. The trio of a lifetime, of a long while, of our little piece of infinity.
