Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Good morning

Scott squirmed in Afton's arms as he stretched, his eyes still yet to be opened. He shoved his face into Afton's chest as he moaned, arching his back. He looked up at Afton, their body's still pressed flushed together, and Afton looked down into Scott's big brown eyes. He smiled fondly and pet his hair with the hand that was tucked underneath the pillow, and rubbed his back with the hand that was thrown over Scott's body.

"Mmm... good morning." Scott mumbled, burying his face back into Afton's chest. His voice was deep and rough, a funny contrast to his usual higher pitched tone.

"Good morning, buttercup." Afton said, his voice had leveled out a bit as he had been up for a little while. He had meant to fall back asleep but when Scott clung onto him, he found that he couldn't. He squeezed Scott, relishing the soft feeling of his body against his own. Scott was warm and his skin was smooth and every time their body's touched, Afton felt electrically charged.

"I didn't mean to sleep in." Scott groaned, wrapping his legs around Afton's, anchoring himself there. "What time is it?" He asked, wriggling up Afton's body so that they were face to face. Afton kissed him, gently at first, before pushing harder against him. Scott moaned, grabbing Afton's hair and twisting his head to get their noses out of the way. Afton pulled away.

"Nearly ten, I think... hang on." He said, reaching for his phone behind him. The screen flashed 9:49. "Yeah... about ten more minutes at nine." He twisted back to face Scott again. The younger man looked hungrily into Afton's silver eyes. "Oh you're something else, Scotty." Afton moaned before crashing back into him again. Afton pulled and groped at Scott's body, knowing it would never be enough until Scott was one with Afton.

His lips were so incredibly intoxicating and Afton thought he might die. He couldn't remember the last time he felt like this, may it be the amnesia, or that it was a time too long ago to recall, but he felt so desperate. Scott kept up, feeding into every desire, grinding his hips, and clawing Afton's bare back.

"Mmngh... haaa, h-harder... I neeeed you!" Scott cried, pulling away to take a gasping breath. Afton hadn't realized that he had brought his knee up between Scott's legs, pressed right against his groin, protected by the thine fabric of Scott's boxers. He pressed his lips back against Scott's, thrusting his tongue down his throat until Scott was whining and bouncing his legs to give pleasure to his groin.

Afton pulled away to breathe. "Oh y-you're so wonderful Scott... sooo wonderful." Afton moaned, in retaliation, Scott had managed to bring his thigh up high enough to where Afton was basically sitting on it. He hadn't even realized. Scott gave the most pitiful whine before wrapping his arms around Afton's neck holding himself tightly to him. "Are you going to cum?" Afton asked, bouncing his legs a little faster and Scott cried out, nuzzling his neck.

"N-no, I need more! Pleaaase" Scott begged, but he was so close. The warmth that filled his abdomen, made his legs go numb, and his strength completely useless. Afton freed one of his arms from where it was pinned between him and Scott, and pressed it against his bulge, pleasuring him further, groping and palming until Scott let out a sob, and the fabric was suddenly damp and sticky and Afton moaned in excitement. He started touching himself with the same cum soaked hand, groaning Scott's name until he came. "I love you... I love you... I love you." Scott panted, never letting go of Afton's neck.

"I love you, too, Scotty." Afton sighed.

"..."

"..."

"What time is it?" Scott asked Afton again. Afton checked his phone again.

"10:20." He replied. Scott hummed.

"We can sleep some more, right?" Scott asked him.

"I guess." Afton agreed, holding Scott's head to his chest.