"I hardly think you could stop me."

But he's keeping his stroking nice and slow. There's a consistent burn, a need, in his belly that simmers and gnaws, but less so than moments before.

It does... Hmph. Nolan looks more composed than Hotch, which would make sense, but still.

Hotch does as he's told, slowly moving his hand back to his cock to begin stroking again.

"People like this?" He says dryly, if breathlessly.

Good boy? Oh. Hmm. Aaron will have to think on that. He likes it, he thinks.

Hotch licks his lips.

"I... Don't know. Couple months."

Aaron looks over at him, eyes dark and needy, but his features are composed.

His breath catches in his throat, and his hand stops.

Taking another breath, he slowly releases his straining cock and drops his hand down to his side.

He craves release, but if there's one thing Aaron is (usually) good at, it's self-control.

A soft groan leaves Aaron as he feels himself drawing closer.

If this were a normal sexual encounter, Aaron might call Nolan closer, begin pleasuring him, but he knows that's not exactly what happens here.

Socked toes curl against the bed.

"I'm close..." He says with a taut voice.

-strokes himself faster, thumb rubbing at the head.

Not so embarrassed now, he's more focused on the pleasure building in his gut.

Aaron isn't sure he'd like someone just watching him and not *feeling* something.

Aaron gives a curt nod, showing he heard and understood the directions.

Nolan is an attractive man, and maybe Hotch keeps his eyes open for that reason.

His eyelashes do flutter as he -

-Aaron opens his eyes to look at Nolan, pupils wide and face flushed.

Hotch likes Nolan talking, now. He's saying things that encourage Hotch. The sexual nature of the comments, the hint of desire in Nolan's voice... It makes this situation feel less clinical and more natural.

He takes a shaky breath in, shifting on the bed as he strokes himself faster.

-

Aaron is getting used to Nolan's presence, getting used to the situation.

Another deep breath and he's pulling his cock free from his boxers and stroking himself unrestricted.

Again, his eyes fall shut.

He's used to giving praise, not receiving it. It does feel nice...

Aaron lies back again, rubbing at his groin through his boxers.

"I guess I take my time. It depends on the day I've had."

He licks his lips, considering pulling his cock out now that he was a little more at ease.

-picked up just a touch.

He glances once Nolan's way as he begins to unbutton his shirt. Aaron hadn't liked his sleeves getting in the way.

Once unbuttoned, he pulls it off, folds it, and hands it over to Nolan.

Aaron exhales another breath. At first, he's still distracted by the whole prospect of what they're doing, but as he slowly strokes himself, he grows more relaxed. Or at least, less guarded.

His jaw slackens slightly, and his legs part a little further. Briefly, he stops, his breathing -

-Just a normal evening after work... Slowly, his hand begins to move.

A scene... That seems to work better for Hotch. It's a familiar scene. One he's acted out before.

Taking a breath, he closes his eyes. His hand wraps around his cock, still covered by his pants and boxers. It's restrictive, so he nudges down his pants a bit.

-

-zip on his pants, and slides his hand inside.

"Masturbating in front of someone isn't usually how I define 'relaxing'..."

It's not even something he did more than a few times with Haley.

He sets his belt aside. Aaron still has to get used to being... Ordered around.

No clothes are removed, at least not yet. Aaron simply undoes the -

-pillows.

His lips press together and he swallows. His gaze keeps flickering to Nolan, and he undoes his belt to begin with.

"I'm not going to be good at this." He says in a low murmur.

-let off steam once in a while. Even Aaron had desires to touch and be touched.

His life has just been... Very sex-free for the past... While, so this is a lot.

Hotch doesn't like the laying down at the moment. Felt too vulnerable. He shifts up a bit, propping himself up on some -

It's difficult not to get embarrassed during all this. Aaron had been in a monogamous, heterosexual marriage for years. Things were vanilla, to use the BDSM parlance. And the last couple years, there was little sex at all.

Aaron is a man of control and composure, but even he needed to -

-back to the bedroom and tentatively lying down.

He clears his throat. "I appreciate that."

Hotch's heart is beating fast, which he feels stupid about. Aaron faces down serial killers for a living, and *this* gives him nerves (and excitement).

Before he was the one giving orders, he was taking them.

With a nod, he does as he's told, heading -

-Aaron was quite stressed. Nolan had been right about that. Maybe this could help.

"I trust you'll have... Discretion."

There is pink on Hotch's cheeks. This definitely is not a conversation he's had before, or one he ever thought he had.

He glances down as his glass is taken. This was an odd feeling... This... Vulnerable feeling.

"I... I think I'd like to give it a try."

-

He clears his throat. Hotch doesn't know.

"I definitely couldn't--... Not with a stranger."

"I have..." He licks his lips thoughtfully.

"I have a hard time visualizing myself... Opening up to all that."

"Do you still participate in those activities?"

He sips his whiskey.

"Thank you."

He says when his glass is refilled, looking at Nolan as he comes closer.

"Hm..."

"Oh..." Hotch wishes he had more whiskey. It's hard not to let his thoughts wander...

"I see. That makes... Sense. And I could see how it could be... Relaxing. At the end."

"Not confused... Curious. What did this punishment look like?"

Aaron has ideas, but... He wants to hear from Nolan.