Title: Sunbeams
Author: Stefanie aka Yumeko Dragonfly
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Hotch/JJ, Hotch/Morgan
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds and the characters are property of CBS.
Warning: PWP, smut, slash, het
Notes: This is a birthday gift for siggen1 who requested either Hotch/Morgan or Hotch/JJ, smut and maybe even slutty!Hotch. This is what my twisted little mind came up with.

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Darkness had settled hours ago. For them, the day was just about to reach its peak.

Sheets rustled as two bodies moved on them. He groaned. She sighed. His hand went into her hair. Golden tresses kissed his strong fingers.

The hair had been what had caught his eye in the first place. It had reflected the sunlight in such a mesmerizing way this afternoon. She had never caught his eye before, to be honest. She was attractive, of course, very much so. A sweet girl, and maybe that was just the problem. She looked too young, too sweet, too fragile; her body small and slim, her eyes large and blue as the summer sky.

But then the sunbeams had kissed her hair and suddenly she shone like a queen, like a goddess.

Like a woman.

It had been a long time since he'd felt this desire for a woman. Haley had been the last, but their marriage hadn't made it. They had divorced in mutual agreement. No hard feelings. No real feelings at all, for that matter, just the sweet child connecting them.

Hm.

Sweet.

Connected.

Aaron thrust his hips harder. Gliding in, pulling out. She was tight. Tight, wet and warm. He could feel her trembling around him.

When the sunbeams caressed her skin, it glowed, too. A pale gold. A peach. Soft, delicate, delicious. A fruit waiting to be devoured.

His hands were just the right size to hold her breasts. He enjoyed feeling the soft hill of flesh, nipples small and hard at the top, rubbing against the sensitive skin on his palm. Aaron watched them move with his thrusts.

He was so hard.

He was so close.

She was, too. She gasped his name, over and over again. Sweet torture to feel his throbbing cock move like that inside of her. Rubbing where she needed to feel friction. Filling a hole she had never known to be there.

He grunted as she gasped, trembled and tightened even more around his need. Aaron knew he would follow in a matter of seconds. His hips slammed forward, pushing into her forcefully one last time and then-...

"Hotch."

He blinked. That didn't seem to be her voice.

"Aaron."

One of her eyebrows was quirked up in amusement. What was so funny?

"Slut!"

And then her skin darkened, she seemed to melt, twist and change and suddenly he was looking at molten chocolate. Those eyes.

"Knew that would get your attention, man."

Morgan laughed and looked at what had caused Hotch to zone out like that.

"Sunbeams and pretty blondes really mix well. Though I doubt JJ would appreciate you complimenting her hair with that raging hard-on there."

Aaron frowned.

"Cheeky."

"Nah, don't even try. You won't pull 'boss' on me now, slut. I have every reason to go rough with you tonight for fantasizing about pretty blonde girls. I'll leave you alone – for now."

A smirk.

"Keep dreaming, lover. And this time, be sure to add a hard black cock to the action."

Morgan's hand dipped down, giving Aaron's cock a  squeeze through the pants before his lover left, sniggering.

JJ.

Morgan.

Aaron looked out of the window, watched the sun showing off its last beams of the day with pride.

Definitely worth creating a few pictures in his mind.

The sunbeams melted into blonde hair, and this time he felt a thick cock jerking inside his ass as he let er drag him over the edge.

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