Title: Love Me Tomorrow
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Spencer Reid
Fandom: Doctor Who/Criminal Minds
Rating: NC-17
Table: smut_69
Prompt: 35, Intercourse
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor or Spencer Reid, unfortunately. Please do not sue.

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This must be what heaven was like, the Doctor thought dazedly as Spencer's mouth slanted across his. He had never experienced it, but if this was a taste, then he wanted more -- as long as his boyfriend would be there along with him.

It wouldn't be heaven without Spencer there, so of course they would be together. Just as they were now -- even if there was some kind of prohibition against making love in heaven, which the Doctor was sure there wouldn't be. It was a perfect place, so lovemaking would have to be allowed.

He gasped as their mouths separated for a moment, Spencer's lips trailing fire down the slender column of his throat. What was it about this young man's touch, his kiss, that could arouse him to the heights of passion the two of them had managed to reach?

There were no words for what he felt for Spencer; it was beyond love, beyond sexual passion. Those two feelings blended so seamlessly into one indescribable emotion that he didn't want to try to analyze what it could be. It was enough for him to simply feel.

No one else had ever made him feel like this -- not even Jack with all of his vaunted powers of sdeuction. Spencer was something he'd never quite expected to fall into his life, someone who had been special to him from the moment of their first meeting.

Even though he'd been attracted to the young man then, he never would have thought that this kind of all-consuming passion could arise between them. But now that it had burst its bounds and encircled them, he wanted it to be a part of him forever.

Spencer's arms were around him, pulling him close, molding his body against the younger man's. All he wanted was for their bodies to be joined, to feel Spencer inside him, to know that he was a part of his lover and that the two of them belonged together.

The Doctor arched his back, moaning as Spencer's arms around his waist loosened and the young man ran those soft, warm hands down his sides, over the curves of his hips and then lower, pushing his thighs apart and pushing his legs up slightly.

"Do you want me?" Spencer whispered, his gaze locking with the Doctor's. For a few moments that seemed like a lifetime, the Time Lord couldn't speak; of course he wanted Spencer. Why should his lover even have to ask that question?

All he could do was nod, his voice sounding cracked and strained with need when the single word finally left his lips. "Yes," he whispered, the word barely audible even in the quiet of their bedroom. "Yes," he tried again, the word stronger this time.

Spencer didn't say another word; he only nodded, lifting the Doctor's legs slightly and positioning himself over the Time Lord. The Doctor closed his eyes as he felt the large, blunt head of Spencer's cock pressing against his entrance, waiting breathlessly to be entered.

When Spencer pushed inside him, he cried out softly, his muscles tightening spasmodically around the intrusion before he relaxed. His nails dug into his lover's back, his body seeming to melt into Spencer's as a wave of pleasure washed over him.

This was heaven, he thought, his long legs wrapping around the young man's waist as though to pull Spencer more deeply into his body. The two of them together, no physical or emotional barriers between their bodies as they gave themselves to each other.

Spencer's hips thrust forward, sending another wave of pleasure rushing through the Doctor's thin body. How could anyone possibly fit him so perfectly, as if they had literally been made for each other, two puzzle pieces that clicked seamlessly into place?

Spencer was over him, all around him, inside him; the young man was pervading his senses, every fibre of his body alert and aware of the man who was making love to him. He was becoming a part of Spencer, not only joined by their bodies, but by their hearts and souls.

He'd never felt this with anyone else; he might have loved other people, but there had never been anyone who became a part of him in the way that Spencer did. This was a feeling he'd never had before, a feeling of utter and complete surrender.

He wanted this young man in a way that he'd never wanted anyone else. Their joining wasn't just a union of bodies; it wasn't just to take the maximum amount of pleasure for themselves. It was to celebrate their passion, their connection with each other.

Each thrust of Spencer's slender hips lifted him higher into a dizzying stratosphere of rarefied air that he'd never thought he would be able to breathe; the Doctor gasped and clawed at his lover's back, knowing that he was probably drawing blood but too caught up in his passion to care.

Spencer didn't seem to mind, either. The young man's gasps and moans blended with his own as the two of them were lifted ever higher into a spinning vortex that would all too soon release them, letting them plummet back down to Earth before settling them gently onto the ground.

The Time Lord cried out Spencer's name as the final wave of pleasure crested over him, all but drowning him in the indescribable sensations that their lovemaking brought to him. There were no words for this pleasure, no explanations as to why he should feel this way.

He didn't need to know why he felt this way. It was enough that he did; it was more than enough to know that Spencer could give him this pleasure, this fulfillment that no one else had ever made him feel before. It was enough to know that he loved, and was loved in return.

Spencer rolled off him, pulling out of him carefully and stretching out by his side. The Doctor was pulled into the young man's embrace, one hand moving down his back and over the curve of his ass to mold their bodies as closely together as they'd been during their lovemaking.

"Can you sleep like this?" Spencer asked, his voice seeming loud in the quiet of the room. The Doctor nodded, raising a hand to trace the outline of his lover's lips. Spencer smiled as he did so, their gazes meeting and holding in the dim light.

"Of course, sweetheart," the Doctor told him, his own voice barely a husky murmur. "I can always sleep when you're holding me. And I think you've worn me out, for once. I feel as though I could curl up in your arms and sleep a week away, not just a night."

"I wouldn't mind holding you for a week, if you wanted to do that," Spencer told him, those beautiful dark eyes sparkling with laughter and love. "But I might have to make love to you tomrrow, and every other day, if I'm going to be holding you for that long."

"There'll be no objections if you want to love me tomorrow," the Doctor sighed, closing his eyes and snuggling closer to his lover. He smiled as he heard Spencer's soft chuckle, relaxing as he drifted off to sleep in the safe haven of his boyfriend's embrace.

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