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Wow, 95 chapters until I fell to the peer pressure. Also hi I'm a slut for submissive Scott xD (can I say that idk why not)
Also this is a DOUBLE UPDATE so if you're a little confused you should probably scroll back up a chapter xD
I'll wait.
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*leans in closer* Okay, now that THOSE losers are gone--
I'm kidding lol
As ALWAYS do not feel obligated to read this. If smut makes you uncomfortable or unhappy please feel free to skip it.
It's plot free, I promise :*
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"Mitch, what are you--?"
"Lord have mercy on my soul; Look at your fucking arms." Mitch mumbled, trailing all ten of his fingers along the ink on Scott's arms. "I swear, you get hotter every time I see you."
"I don't think that's how it works."
Mitch snapped his fingers, glaring at him. "Hey. That's not how this is gonna go. You shut your mouth up there and let me drown you in my love."
"Shit, okay. Fuck, you stole the 'Top' card right out from under me, didn't you?"
"I always do, baby." Mitch winked, before moving down the bed to kneel between Scott's legs. "I have a question for you; If I put duct tape on your dick, would it hurt to pull off?"
"I think so. Why...?"
"Need tape."
"For..? You're going to put tape on my--?"
"Mhmm. Also need to grab the vibrator from that one drawer and maybe--"
"Woah, hang on. What exactly is your plan here, you greedy little minx?"
"Just-- Shh. I'm the top now, so I get to make the rules."
"You're actually going to top? Because if you are, you need to grab a hell of a lot more things than just--"
"No, no--"
"And maybe you should let me call Avi to tell him I love him and that I'll never see him again."
Mitch giggled. "Oh, will you stop? I'm not gonna top."
"What then?"
"Let's call it topping from the bottom."
"Still need to grab all that stuff, babe. I can wait." Scott brought his arms up behind his head to relax a little, only kind of cringing at the tug on his skin. "Also, I have a special tape for that. It's in the same drawer."
"Of course you do." Mitch hurried up, grabbing lube, the vibrator, an ugly colored tape, and a few other things that he wasn't sure if he'd use. He tossed all of these items near the bottom of the bed, just off to the side of Scott's feet.
Mitch decided to be rude, just to counter Scott's rude-ness of closing his eyes. He pretended to be fumbling around with the things he'd grabbed so Scott wouldn't be suspicious, and then abruptly grabbed Scott's cock tightly to get his attention.
Scott jumped, hands flying down to push Mitch's away. "Shit, you scared me half to death. Wanna loosen that grip maybe?"
Mitch only shrugged, before meeting Scott's eyes and surrounding Scott's cock with the warmth of his mouth, practically challenging Scott with his eyes before he lowered himself fully, burying his nose against Scott's skin.
And yes, Scott was clean shaven. For some reason (beyond Mitch), Scott took pride in that. Though he was never bothered if Mitch hadn't shaved at all.
Scott threw his head back, but didn't make a sound. One of his hands shot out to hold Mitch's head down, but before he got there he flinched away and held onto the bed sheets instead.
Mitch held himself there for a few seconds, and then slowly slid back up to grin at Scott. "You're already so far gone."
Scott's head popped back up off the pillow. "Well Goddamn; you get me every single time you do that."
"Oh, really? I was just trying to perk you up a little so I could do this;" Mitch mumbled, before grabbing the vibrator and the tape he'd found.
Scott watched him strap him up, but Mitch didn't turn the vibrations on yet. Mitch first grabbed something else, and before Scott could even blink, Mitch was holding up a gag in his hand, and he placed it in Scott's mouth before he could say no.
Mitch did wait though, to be sure it was okay. "You good?" He liked to pretend to be rough, but just like Scott he made sure to check.
Scott nodded once, and then Mitch turned the vibrator on before sliding down a little more to press a firm kiss to Scott's bud. Scott was beyond overstimulated, and he threw his head back rougher this time, hands coming up to grab the pillow behind his head.
Mitch continuously looked up at his face to see it, because Scott had never looked sexier.
Mitch reached up to turn the vibrations up, and Scott's immediate response was to try to close his legs, however Mitch reached out to squeeze his thighs. "Down, boy." And then he giggled to himself.
Scott shook his head quickly, mumbling something around the gag that sounded like, "Please."
Mitch let him suffer for a few more minutes, casually stretching himself as he watched Scott writhe on the bed, so he wouldn't have to stretch later. "Fuck, you look so good right now."
With Scott's amplified breathing, his stomach was flexing; As well as his biceps continuously flexing while he tried to hang onto the pillow like Mitch would want.
This, not even including the blissful look on his face, or the sweat beading around his hairline, or even his thighs flexing around the sides of Mitch's body as Mitch watched him.
Mitch tried to be abrupt so it would hurt less, as he pulled the small amount of tape off of Scott's cock while he turned the vibrator off.
Scott practically whined, looking up at Mitch with pleading eyes as he began mumbling more desperate phrases. Mitch only giggled. "Shh, baby, it's okay." Mitch then crawled up Scott's hips, turning halfway to grab a condom off the bed.
Scott couldn't help but reach down to grab his own cock, lining up with Mitch and trying to push in. Mitch jumped a little, giggling again as he slid the condom down Scott's length, and leaned down to kiss Scott's mouth even as it stretched around the gag.
Scott whined some more, but Mitch dismissed him, as he acted quickly to give Scott what he wanted, sinking down to bury Scott deep within him.
Scott's head fell back again, as he let out a loud moan, hands shooting out to grab Mitch's hips.
Mitch took a moment to adjust, his breathing shallow. Scott's facial expressions and body language were plenty to motivate him to work as hard as he could to please him.
Scott was already shaking his head, looking up at Mitch with big, pleading eyes. He tried to speak around the gag, but Mitch had to yank it from his mouth to understand.
Scott then softy spoke. "Please... Gonna come."
"And leave me in the dust?" Mitch breathed. "Lame." He began to bounce a little slower, purposely tantalizing.
Scott gripped Mitch's hips to try to speed him up, but Mitch refused. Mitch shook his head and leaned down to kiss him.
Scott pulled away quickly. "Mitch, please--"
"Shh, Scottie. I'll let you come. But not yet."
"Please, please-- Mitch, I can't wait much--"
"Shh. Ready?"
Scott nodded frantically, again squeezing Mitch's hips tightly. "Fuckin-- Please."
Mitch watched his begging face for a second longer, just to enjoy it, and then he held up a finger, sliding it down Scott's nose only to touch his lips, hooking his finger into Scott's mouth and down the back of his lower teeth to open it before kissing him as well as he could with a finger in the way.
Mitch kept the finger there, sure to keep Scott's mouth open as he mumbled, "Come."
Scott then could only release a loud moan, unable to hold any kind of sounds back as he let go, buried deep inside of his boy.
Mitch enjoyed that too, grinning widely at him as he pulled his finger away. "Now be a good boy and help me out."
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