Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Aftercare

"Oh god, Scott... mmm where do you want it?" Afton growled in Scott's ear, giving his hips weak little thrusts, his breath came out in little whimpers. Scott, on the other hand, wasn't even sure if he could speak a response. Every thrust, no matter how minimal, felt like he was being stuffed beyond his limit.

He went to respond, but his voice was cut off by another unsuppressed moan. He clenched his fists in the sheets and his head hit the pillows in defeat.

"Go on, what's your... mph... what's your answer?" Afton said, pulling nearly entirely out before shoving it all the way to the hilt.

"I c-can't! I caahhh!" He sobbed. He took a deep breath, "I-In me! I want you in me!!" He yelped and and bit his lip. He wanted Afton so deep inside of him. He wanted to feel like he was bred.

"If you insist, doll face." Afton laughed and straightened his back, holding Scott's slender hips in his hands. He pulled out and thrust back in, absolutely mauling Scott's swollen prostate. Scott cried out, his scream was muffled by the mattress. Afton released deep inside of Scott, giving a couple gentle thrusts, shoving his seed further into Scott's willing intestines. "Take itttt... take it all, Scotty." He growled, digging his nails into Scott's soft flesh.

"Oh yesss!" Scott squealed, making groping motions with his hands in the sheets as his own release spattered the bed clothes. He panted, turning his head to gasp in breath after breath. He felt so full his stomach ached.

"What a good boy." Afton smiled softly, pulling out. Scott collapsed, his fingers going limp and his breathing was frantic.

"Awwmmm..." he whimpered. Afton held him by his shoulders and pulled him up to sit in his lap, feeling his own cum leaking from Scott and into his naked lap. Why would he care, though? It was his own, after all.

"Come on, my love, bath or shower?" He asked, kissing Scott on his cheek. When Scott didn't reply, Afton kissed his cheek again. Scott smiled softly.

"Shower." He mumbled, nuzzling into Afton's neck, leaning back against his strong chest.

"Shower?" Afton repeated playfully. He propped his chin on Scott's head, rubbing the man's chest gently.

"Please?" Scott whispered, gently caressing the hand that was fondly sitting on his thigh. Afton laughed softly, turning his palm to hold Scott's hand and kissed him deeply on the neck.

Pushing Scott gently from his lap, Afton stood up, and scooped Scott into his arms and against his chest. Scott laughed softly and wrapped his arms around Afton's neck. Afton took Scott into the bathroom and set him on the toilet, turning his attention to the shower.

Twisting the handle, it hissed to life and soon the mirrors were fogging up. Afton helped a weakened Scott into the shower where he stepped in after him, lowering him to the ground. He grinned and crawled forwards, pressing his lips to Scott's who hummed in appreciation.

The water was warm and the way it pelted gently against Scott's legs made it hard to stay awake.

"Afton..." he hummed softly, running his fingers through his own, now wet hair. Afton moved to kiss his neck, running his hands up Scott's wet waist. "Ohh you're too good." Scott sighed, letting his eyes close and his head fall back against the wall. He left one hand in his hair, the other rubbed Afton back and running into his soaking, black hair.

Afton pulled away and grabbed a bottle of soap, looking back to Scott. "Would you like to bathe yourself, or should I?" He asked. Scott knew it was a normal question, but Afton's wording always seemed to fluster him.

"I'd actually prefer you to do it. I'm enjoying this." Scott said, grinning and without opening his eyes again. He felt the cold drizzled down his chest and his smile widened. Afton's hands were on his body massaging his body, his arms and chest and shoulders. And then he worked down to his hips, running his hand along his length and he shuddered but out of determination, he kept his eyes closed. Afton rubbed his thighs and a light groan slipped past Scott. "Mm that's nice." He murmured.

Afton then wrapped his hands around Scott's hips and pulled him under the water. He scrunched his face up as it cascaded over him. He was faintly aware of Afton washing himself, but he was too tired to care.

Soon the water was off and Scott was lifted up and draped in a towel. The bathroom was filled with steam. When they got to the bedroom, Scott was dressed and settled in bed, Afton followed as well, pulling the man to his chest.

"Scotty you truly have my entire heart." He sighed, hugging him tightly, pulling his face to his neck. "I love you, darling." He whispered and Scott hummed in response.