Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Lust

Scott reached up to shove the towels on the top shelf of the closet, his t-shirt rose up slightly, revealing soft pale skin. Afton paused as he was walking past to stare. They lived together but little moments like these made Afton giddy. Scott was young and perfect. He walked over and wrapped his arms around Scott's waist, pulling him against his body. The towels fell to the ground and unfolded.

"Ugh, Afton..." Scott mumbled, turning himself around so that he was facing the older man, letting his hips be held. He was slowly pushed in the closet, his back hitting the shelving. "Afton, I'm busy..." He whispered, running his hands through Afton's hair, holding his face gently.

"Doing what, house chores? I'll give you a chore if you want one." Afton teased, swaying Scott's hips slowly. Scott dropped his arms a little to rest on Afton's shoulders as he grew weaker. Afton made him dizzy.

"No I don't want anything to do. I'm trying to get it all done now so I can sleep." Scott scolded, trying to wriggle out of Afton's arms, but he didn't let him go. He ran his hands up Scott's shirt, brushing gently against his bare skin. Scott sucked in a quick breath, looking down at Afton through his glasses. "This is fine, though." Scott whispered, slouching slightly, letting his hips press against Afton's. He still had his arms around Afton's neck.

"There you go. You work too much, Scotty." Afton sighed, gently taking the hem of Scott's shirt in his hands and taking it up and over his head, looking at Scott's slender body. He chewed on his lip before reaching up and looping his arms around the back of Scott's neck, pulling the man down and against his lip. "Oh Scott..." He hummed, turning his head. Scott worked his jaw gently, creating a pushing sensation. Afton moaned, reaching up with a free hand and took Scott's glasses off, setting them on the shelf with the blankets. "I love you."

"Mmm..." Scott moaned in response, holding Afton's ribcage a little tighter as he felt his conscience slipping into lust. It became harder to breath without shuddering and he sank slowly to his knees, dragging his hands down Afton's ribcage as he went. Setting back onto his heels, he reached up and undid Afton's pants, looking up at him with every little motion he made. Afton had a hand braced against the closet door and was looking down at Scott with his eyes alone, waiting.

Scott pulled out Afton's erect dick and stared at it first. He had grown so familiar with it in the years but it still impressed him. He licked his lips, holding Afton's hips in his vise grip.

"God..." Scott murmured, rubbing deep circles in the flesh of his hips with his thumbs.

"Go on, Scotty... I know you can do it." Afton breathed. His voice was deep and gravely, that obnoxiously sexy British accent leaking into his words.

"Nnnmm..." Scott moaned, tightening his grip on Afton's hips and kissing the tip of Afton's dick, feeling it slip past his wet lips. The taste on his tongue was comforting to him, like a favorite wine. Equally as intoxicating. He stuck his tongue out, curling it around the bottom of Afton's cock, opening his throat to take him down deeper.

"Huhhh... there you go." Afton whispered, his hand came down to cup Scott's jaw gently, rubbing it.

"Nghhh!" Scott cried, but he stayed on. His own pants growing tighter around his ass, the taste down his throat and the lack of oxygen was arousing to Scott. He sucked harder, drawing a cry from Afton.

"Scotty! Ugh... shit-" Afton panted, bringing his hand up to tangle into Scott's hair, giving it a forceful tug. Scott popped off his dick, gasping and slumping down against the shelves. His cheeks were red and his eyes were watery. "No, you're not done, love." Afton growled, kneeling down and pinched Scott's cheeks, forcing his mouth open. He thrust his dick in and moaned deeply. Delighted in the pleasure, he thrust back in again, slowly fucking Scott's open mouth.

Scott wrapped his lips around his dick, letting himself be used. His eyes fluttered as he palmed himself through his jeans.

"Oh- ah- ah!" Afton moaned, growing more and more vocal as he came closer to his climax. His thrusts grew faster and Scott grew lightheaded, grabbing tightly to Afton's thighs as he came, feeling it splatter his pants. Afton tightened his grip on Scott's hair, coming deep down his throat.

Scott coughed but swallowed it, moving his tongue to guide it down his throat. Afton pulled out, come soaked saliva sticking to his tongue.

"Oh god, Scotty... how was that, hm?" Afton prompted, sitting back on his heels. Scott just grunted softly and leaned forwards. Afton wrapped his arms around him and pulled him into his lap and against his chest. "Do you want to go to the bedroom?" Afton asked him, softly petting his hair. Scott only shook his head, nuzzling deeper into Aftons black shirt.