[Criminal Minds] years before love

Chapter 120

This is the first time Hotch has had a chance to fully relax after several cases.

He was completely open, delicately held in place by the leather, and the darkness obscured his vision, magnifying everything received by the sense of touch, pain, caress, and even the slightest touch could bring the skin to tremble.

And his nerves were honestly pumping hot excitement.

Desire seems to be wandering in the ocean, wrapped by warm ocean currents, rolling upwards from the dark, cold but turbulent seabed, and sweeping out huge waves in the storm.

Then drop at the top.

After almost a long cycle, the air and thinking ability were finally isolated from the body together, and the pure, instinctive part clamored to rule the body, pushing him to the apex of fear, away from the sea and touching the sun.

The moment before he almost lost consciousness, the familiar, moist and warm breath was blown into his lungs.

The restraint was released, and he was still lying on the bed, panting with his eyes closed, the dark red light diffused into ambiguous colors on the retina through the eyelids.

Rossi's lips were still on his mouth, and after making sure he was safe, he switched from simple artificial respiration to crushing and sucking.

Hotch let him do it, responding lazily from time to time, "Want to do it again?"

"No." Rossi pushed back the completely soaked hair on his forehead, "You're completely overdrawn."

Hotch shifted his body slightly, which nearly used up what little strength he had left, and chuckled, "I agree."

"Are you ok?"

"It couldn't be better." Hotch kissed the finger that moved to his lips. "What about you?"

Rossi hugged him tightly.

Even though the body has started to sluggish after being overexcited, Hotch still couldn't miss the hardness that clings to him, "If you want to do something, don't worry about me."

Rossi shook his head, propped himself up, and looked at him seriously, "Aaron, I said it a long time ago, I don't need to bear it."

Hotch's body was still exuding terrible heat, instead of avoiding Rossi's gaze, he reached out and held him, "After you satisfied me, I guess a mild vent is far from bearable for me, Dave, it's mutual, and I don't need you to hold yourself back."

After looking at him for a long time, Rossi gave up and continued to refuse, just kissed him again and accelerated his movements.

It wasn't until it was finally over, when Rossi turned the lights back to dim, that Hotch leaned against him with half-closed eyes, and the two of them were breathing steadily.

"Painkillers?" Rossi was aware of his low-grade fever and the changing wounds.

Hotch shook his head, "No, the pain can speed up the recovery, and it will be fine."

Rossi didn't insist, just put his arms around him.He'd realized early on that Hotch craved pain because he knew it couldn't really hurt him, that he would always heal.This made him more and more aware of his own differences. He wanted to escape, but he had to face up to the differences.

The reason why Rossi always cooperates is to tell him that it is a part of him, and he doesn't mind at all.

After a while, Hotch suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He said, "Dave, I think we should take a break."

Rossi didn't move.He's been waiting for those words since he was in the office, and he almost thinks he's going to get away with it, but all he can do is hold Hotch tighter.

"I can't do that to you," Hotch said softly.

"What? What kind?"

"I always want something from you, and I always get it." Hotch paused, "And I can't give you anything, it's not fair to you."

"It's not like that," Rossi whispered.

"I should realize that a lot of the time, when I crave more risky behavior, you don't get that satisfaction from it."

Rossi can't argue with that, he doesn't deny that he does like it to some extent, but at some point, Hotch wants more than that, and his worries keep him from thinking about himself.

Hotch continued, "I also don't want my presence to interfere with your work."

"you have not."

"Dave, we both know you don't need my support." Hotch was still looking at the ceiling.

"…" Rossi finally sighed, "Does this bother you?"

"No." Hotch shook his head, pausing for a moment, then reached out and squeezed his fingers tightly, "but it bothers you. I think it would make us both calmer to be apart."

Rossi bit his lip, he had countless rebuttals to offer, but he finally said, "Okay."

Since he couldn't say no, he had to give Hotch the power to choose.

"But if you really need to… this, Aaron, you have to be safe." But Rossi blinked and tried to add, "Well, I really recommend you come to me if you need. We can just occasionally… ..."

And Hotch leaned over and gave him a long kiss, stopping him from continuing, "I promise."