Poofless goes to Prom

What Goes on in Basements

HEY Y'ALL. ITS YOUR WATER PRINCESS HERE AND I AM BACK. Sorry this took so long. I've had things... yeah...

ANY WAYS. There will be Merome smut in this chapter. If you are sensitive please don't read. There is quite a pit of swearing in this chapter so... yeah...

AND ON WE GO TO HAPPY MEROME SMUT LAND

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Mitch scraped his teeth over Jerome spot and sucked. "Baby stooooppp," Jerome groaned out.
Mitch just smiled as he continued make the hickey bigger. "Alright Mitch. You asked for it." Jerome shifted causing Mitch to fall back on, pulling away from Jerome's neck

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"What are you gonna do Biggums," Mitch said smirking.

"What do you think Benjababe," Jerome said.

Mitch leaned in, and whispered into Jerome's ear, "Probably, what ever you think I deserve."

"Well, you got that part right," Jerome said as he smashed his lips against his Canadian's. "You are so screwed."

"As long as it's by you, I sooooo don't care," Mitch said when Jerome let him breathe.

"Maybe I won't. Maybe I'll get you so close and then walk away," Jerome smirked.

Mitch felt himself get scared, but that didn't stop him from kissing Jerome back as hard as he could. Their lips moved in sync. Jerome pulled Mitch closer to him, so Mitch could feel Jerome's hardness. Jerome began to trace around Mitch's ear, neck and face with light touches that drove Mitch crazy.

Mitch held back a moan and Jerome could feel it. He pulled away from Mitch's lip and moved to Mitch's ear. "Don't you dare," he whispered as he tugged the hair at the base of Mitch's neck. Mitch held back another one, not wanting to alert Vikk and Lachlan of his punishment. Jerome softy nipped Mitch's ear lobe, causing him to hear what he wanted, Mitch moaning his name.

"Alright. Guys. Get a room. You're scaring Vikk," Lachlan said blushing.

Mitch wasn't able to answer because he was to busy shaking in Jerome's arms, grateful for the temporary stop in his punishment. "Fine. Don't come in to the bathroom/laundry room then," Jerome said smirking at Mitch.

"Guys. Can you not for once?" Lachlan said.

Vikk reached up and covered Lachlan's mouth. "Just get it over with and try to keep it down. I'm trying to sleep."

"Fair enough, said Jerome as he pick Mitch up bridal style and carried him to the room in question.

As soon as they there, Jerome slammed Mitch up against the wall that was furthest away from Vikklan. He began to attack Mitch with his lips, kissing and biting every part of exposed skin.

He pinned Mitch against the wall. He had one hand holding both of Mitch's hands above his head. The other hand was wrapped in Mitch's shirt collar, pulling him tighter into Jerome's seeking lips. Jerome jammed one of his legs between Mitch's legs and began to grind it softly against Mitch. Mitch was struggling against Jerome in hopes to be able to touch him.

"No Mitch. You're being punished. You don't get what you want," Jerome said, his breath hot on Mitch's neck. He let go of Mitch's hands to yank Mitch's shirt over his head. Mitch tries to grab Jerome and take some kind of control, but Jerome was too fast and slammed Mitch back in to the wall. "Bad Benja. You need to follow the rules."

"Sorry Jerome," Mitch said as he allowed Jerome to take off his own shirt. His eyes flicked down to Jerome's six pack, and then back up where hem was met by Jerome's eyes, hard with lust, looking at him.