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Twelve (XX)

Scott let out a breathy moan, hands gripping the couch tightly to keep himself from letting go.

Mitch didn't participate for long, letting Scott fall from his mouth within a minute or so.

Scott was just staring down at him, eyes lust blown and dark. "Mitch?"

Mitch stood up, offering a hand to him. "Let's go to our room."

Scott stood up, only for Mitch to reach around to the back of Scott's shirt, to pull it over his head and toss it on the ground. 

Scott eyed him nervously. "You're not planning on topping are you..?"

"Hell no."

He exhaled loudly. "Oh good." Scott decided that was his cue, and once they walked into the bedroom, he pushed Mitch to fall onto the bed. "Turn over; eyes on me, Cutie."

Mitch obeyed, a smirk on his face. "Daddy's in the building, huh?"

Scott nodded once, as he moved closer and knelt on the bed, pushing Mitch's legs apart. "I'll grab the lube, and you stretch out, okay? Don't move from this spot."

Mitch nodded, waiting for him to grab it. "And what are you gonna do?"

"Make sure the doors are locked. Be back in a sec."

*

Mitch was openly waiting when Scott walked back in the room, and Scott didn't waste a second as he approached the bed and knelt back onto the mattress between Mitch's legs. 

Mitch stared up at him. "Hi..."

"Hey, baby." Scott leaned down to kiss Mitch's neck a few times. "Stretched enough..?"

"Yeah. Please hurry."

Scott just nodded, still kissing down Mitch's neck and to his collar bone. "Condom?" He'd left the one he grabbed in his jeans, which were on the floor somewhere.

"Don't need one."

"Mitch--"

"Please, Scott? Please?"

Scott stopped what he was doing just to meet Mitch's eyes. "You're sure?"

"Please." 

Scott couldn't hold himself out any more, so he stared directly into Mitch's eyes as he slipped inside of him very gently. 

Mitch tossed his head back with a groan within the first few seconds. "Fuck."

Scott only paused for a moment, and then continued. Mitch was used to his size of course, and by the time Scott was fully inside of him, Mitch was already begging for more. 

Mitch clawed at him, raking down his biceps. "Please, Scott."

Again, Scott didn't hesitate. He pulled out only to snap his hips into Mitch, who moaned loudly but smacked a hand over his mouth. 

Scott knew exactly what he needed, so he kept up a sharp and quick pace until Mitch had practically melted into a puddle in his arms.

Scott only pulled out once, just to smack Mitch's lower stomach lightly. "Turn over, babe."

Mitch hurried to obey, scrambling to get his knees underneath himself. 

Scott didn't wait for him to get situated, and immediately filled him again, now able to grab Mitch's hips for leverage. 

Mitch cried out at how sudden it was, his arms shaking beneath him as he tried to keep up with Scott's pace. 

Scott grabbed Mitch's shoulder to pull him up a little, hoping to find a new angle. He then put his hand over Mitch's mouth, and used that grip to pull Mitch even further, so his torso was stretched a bit. 

Mitch's hands came off of the bed, unable to reach anymore with his back arched as far as Scott wanted. 

Scott continued to push his hips in and out quickly, reaching around with his other hand to give Mitch's stomach a few more smacks, and then his upper thighs.

Mitch allowed himself to be manhandled, reaching back to grab at Scott's legs, moaning underneath Scott's hand. 

Scott turned his head to bite Mitch's ear a little, keeping his back arched. "Yeah? That good?"

Mitch moaned again, pulling at Scott's wrist until Scott's hand fell from Mitch's mouth. 

Scott then shoved Mitch back onto the bed, so his face was against the sheets. That gave him a new angle, that forced his hips to snap even quicker.

Mitch moaned loudly, now unrestrained. "Scottie, I-- I need--"

"You gotta wait then, babe." Scott pulled out again. "I wanna watch you come. So you're gonna have to turn back over."

Mitch did so tiredly, breathing loudly. "Please."

Scott shoved Mitch's legs open again, before filling Mitch up once more. He knew how desperate Mitch was, so he reached down to grab Mitch's length in his hand and pump him to the same rhythm as his hips.

Mitch closed his eyes in pleasure, moaning again. "Please let me-- Please, Scottie."

"Of course baby." Scott leaned down to kiss him, sure to take his breath away as Mitch came all over his stomach.

Mitch grabbed onto Scott's shoulders, turning his head to catch his breath, though he moaned again when he felt Scott filling him up without being restricted by a condom. 

Mitch was still panting heavily, but Scott couldn't help himself but to run his tongue up Mitch's chest, before leaning down to kiss Mitch again.

Honestly, Mitch was just trying to breathe. Scott's sexier than anyone he'd ever known, but Mitch had to push him away to get the weight off his chest so he could take a deep breath. 

Scott began kissing all over Mitch's face, and it made Mitch smile a little, and then he gave a breathless giggle.

Scott smiled down at him. "I think we broke the bed in... Um... And now I'll wash the sheets I guess."

"Or... We could break it in some more?"

**