🍋Scott x Vincent🍋

Bruh

Scott was in front of his desk, reading some files on employees. It was currently 11:12, Mike and Fritz would be here in about 30 minutes for the Night Shift. He would collect some information, then clock out. Finishing reading the last line on Jeremy's file, he puts it away in a filing cabinet. Scott looks up and turns around. He gathers his house keys and some more personal items and heads for the office door. He gets to the door reaching to turn the handle, getting interrupted by someone else beating him to it.

     "Vincent- ugh.. you were supposed to be clocked out at this time. Why are you still here?" Scott quickly questions, irritated at his presence. "Scotty, no need to be so upset! I just.. wanted to talk to you..." Vincent tries to reason with the male in front of him, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder, slightly caressing it. Vincent looks Scott up and down, taking in his full appearance. Scott notices this and slaps Vincent's hand off of his shoulder.

     "Hey, what the hell do you want?!" Scott spits out impatiently. "I just..thought we could spend some quality time with each other, without the others." Vincent smirks down at Scott, snatching his phone head off rubbing his chin. "God damnit.." Scott quickly mutters quickly. Scott gives up with fighting back as Vincent rests a hand on Scott's hip, pushing them further into Scott's office.

    "I know damn well that you aren't just here to quote unquote, 'spend some quality time with me.'" Scott says, whilst Vincent gently lays him onto the desk, pinning him.  "On to me, huh, Scotty?" Vincent huskily responds, defeated. Vincent rests his face in Scott's shoulder, gently teasing his skin with light kisses.
"Ah- fuck, Vincent?" Scott whispers, not intending it to sound like a question. "You like that, love?" "Mmn." Scott softly whines, trying to pull off that 'brat' demeanor. Usually Scott wouldn't act this submissive around Vincent, but today he decided he would tease him. They had never gotten this far into the situation, usually ending with Scott kicking Vincent where the sun doesn't shine. But this was different, Scott felt different.

     Vincent's bulge was now more prominent, Scott eventually noticed this. They both felt their faces grow hot. Scott started to feel his body beat up some, notifying him his little friend was about to come out again. He was quite shocked, he had never felt this way towards Vincent. He was surely straight, right? He's had many girlfriends, he was even engaged for a bit, although that's another story. Could he be bisexual?

     Vincent unbuttons his shirt a bit, Scott mirroring the act on himself following after him. "Wow Scott, you're actually gonna.." "..." Scott doesn't reply. Finishing unbuttoning his shirt fully, Scott reaches a hand up to Vincent's face, slowly going down tracing his collar bone. Vincent moves closer to Scott's face, touching noses. Scott feels his hot breath on his trembling lips. He comes closer to Scott, eventually sealing the space between them softly. He reaches both of his hands to the back of Vincent's neck. Vincent presses his whole body onto Scott's, the kiss becoming more hungry and full of lust.

      More.

     I want more.

     I need more, damnit!

     Scott tilts his head to the side strengthening the kiss. Vincent does the same. This eventually leads into a frenchy. They pull apart, gasping for air. "Fuck..." Vincent repeatedly mutters cuss words, Scott smirking a bit, satisfied with his work. But he didn't feel complete. He wanted to touch him more, to feel his skin. To hear his erotic sounds, to explore him.

     Scott wanted to have sex with him.

     "You wanna take this further, baby?" Vincent whispers against his lips. Scott begins to slip Vincent's shirt off, trying to signal he very much wanted to take this further. Vincent understood and mirrored his actions. Scott began to palm Vincent, earning a small groan from him. Vincent began to unzip his pants, slowly pulling them down. Vincent was in front of the desk, while Scott was layed on it for Vincent's eyes to take in. Eventually Vincent pulls his pants off all the way, slowly removing them from his ankles. Whilst this was happening, no eye contact was broken. Scott began to palm Vincent again, Vincent tearing off Scott's pants. A purple hand slowly slithered into Scott's boxers, earning a small whine from him. Vincent started to caress his tip whilst Scott slipped his hand into the other males boxers, caressing his tip as well.

     "Mmnn~"

     "F-fuck, Scotty~"

     "ah-ah~"

     "Shit."

     "You're a whore for me, h-huh?~"

     "Cum slut."

     *heavy groan*

  
     They were both getting close when Vincent retracted his hand from Scott's underwear. Scott whines, removing his hand from Vincent's. "W-why'd you do that?" Scott asks. "I wanna fuck you, baby. Not just masturbate, damnit." Vincent eagerly replies back. "Wait, do I uh, do I have your consent?" Vincent asks. (remember kids, consent is hot😍)

     "F-fuck, of course you do." Scott quickly consents, ready to be blowed or something. "Alright, whore." Vincent degrades, chuckling. Vincent grabs Scott and drags him to the floor, leaning on the desks thick leg. He roughly puts Scott on his lap.

     "Ride me, you fucking Slut. I want to see your ass jump up and down on my needy cock right now." Vincent demands inserting two fingers into Scott's mouth, resting his other hand on his ass, slightly squeezing. Scott slowly nods, sucking on his purple fingers. He slowly pulls on the rim of his boxers, pulling them down. Scott lifts himself upwards to slip them off completely. He throws them somewhere in the room, unknowingly to where. "W-wait, what about your boxers?.." Scott asks sloppily due to the fingers in his mouth. Vincent then proceeds to rip his boxers off,  throwing them across the room as well. Shit, that was hot as fuck. Scott thought.

     "Now ride me, damnit. Before I cum just looking at your sexy ass." Scott whines. "Don't worry baby, it won't hurt." Vincent comforts. Scott nods, and slowly pushes himself down, fully sitting on Vincent's dick.

     "A-ahh!~" Scott moans, in a feminine tone. This turned on Vincent even more, removing his fingers from Scott's mouth and resting his hand on his hip. He slowly guided Scott up and down.

    "E-eh!~"

     "F-fuckkkkaahhh!!~"

     "Mmmhh, you feel s-so good~"

      "Fuck me, fuck m-me!"

     
   
   Vincent eventually started to pump Scott's length for extra erotic sounds and pleasure.

    

     Mike walked through the front entrance, clocking in. "Ready for Freddy?" Said a voice behind him. He turned around and saw Fritz. "Yeah, I guess." Mike groaned. Mike finished clocking in and they headed their way to the office. They eventually got close to Scott's office, which was right next to the security office.

     "Hey, man. Do you hear that?" Fritz asked, pausing to hear the erotic sounds thinking they were animatronic moans. "Yeah," Mike replied. "It's not 12 yet, though?"

     "F-FUCK~ VINCENT~!!  IM CLOSE! MM-o-ohhhh~~"

     "SCOTTY!!~ YOU~ YOU F-FEEL SO GOOOD..~"

     They both finished, panting. They started French kissing again, hungry for more. Mike and Fritz stood there, staring at eachother, mouths open, absolutely flabbergasted, dumbfounded, and traumatized.
They both ran to the office in hopes they wouldn't witness them walking out of Scott's office, having to act like they heard nothing.

Im going to hell after writing this🧍‍♀️