Manthony ✨

It's Been A While

~IT'S BEEN A WHILE~

⚠️TW: ⚠️Smut - If you do not like smut, don't read! Thank you and enjoy! :)

ATTENTION: This is FANFICTION and none of this is CONFIRMED. No hate to ANY of the Chase Atlantic members or their girlfriends, please! Enjoy <3

Just a short one

~Mitchel~

I'm laying in bed thinking about our text messages three days ago. I haven't seen him since we left LA. God the way he made me lose my shit over text. I can't bare another night or day without him. I love him. I'll never find anyone like him. And I don't want anyone but him. I've never had a better mouth on me than his. No one uses their tongue like him. No one can make me come with two fingers inside of me. But he can. He has. No one can make me lose my shit over text until I'm soaking wet with arousal. Just him. He's all mine. I roll over and I know damn well I'm not gonna sleep. When will he just come home? I can hear my brother snoring in the other room and sigh. I miss Christian and I being alone. I grab one of the extra pillows I wish he was using and hug it. I close my eyes and attempt rest but thinking about him and what we did together while we were away gets me hard. I start to gently move my hips against the pillow I'm hugging, searching for some sort of pressure. I'm tired of getting myself off and wish he was here. Almost as if he heard me, the door clicks open and I look up immediately, rolling onto my back and propping myself up on my forearms,

"Christian?" I whisper and he drops his stuff, locking the door and walking right over to the bed. He crawls on and starts kissing me,

"Three days was too long," he breathes into my mouth and I wrap my arms around him,

"Don't do that anymore," I lift my hips into his and he can tell I was thinking about him,

"I've wanted to taste you for so long," he says and starts kissing me again as his hands are pulling down my shorts. I don't care if I just saw him for the first time in days and he's already undressing me. I love the way he touches me. Everything. He pulls my shorts down and pulls his lips away from mine, going down on me. When he reaches my navel, I prop myself up again and watch him,

"You were thinking about me," he says and I nod,

"I can't stop," I whisper and he blows on my skin,

"I had to get myself off last night because of you," he says and I feel pre-cum leave me at those words, "I thought of the taste of you in my mouth, your length down my throat, God, Mitchel I lost it," he says and licks my tip clean only for more liquid to pool up. I'm shaking on my forearms,

"How did you do it? Where?" I can't stop the words from flooding out of my mouth,

"I laid in bed," he says and licks me again making me hold my breath, "I played with myself thinking you were the one doing it," he says and slides his tongue up my length, slowly and I shiver,

"Show me what it looked like," I say it before I can think twice. He looks up at me and leans back,

"Ok, baby," he says and pulls his shirt off and his pants and boxers. He tosses them away and gets on his knees above my thighs. He starts to move his hand on his dick and I watch as his pre-cum drips onto my legs. He keeps going until he explains farther,

"Then I imagined your mouth on me, warm and wet," he says and starts moving faster, getting closer, "But the best part, was picturing myself in your tight ass, pounding into you," he cums right onto my navel, moaning until he collapses on top of me,

"Suck me off," I tell him, and he lifts his head up,

"Please, I want your mouth on me," I beg, and he does, sliding down and teasing me with his tongue, flicking it over my tip until I'm moaning and bucking my hips up at him, begging him to do something. He eventually takes me all in and sucks. Hard. Oh, God. Oh, fuck. I moan and grab at the sheets, grabbing at his hair, let his name roll off my tongue. It feels so good. It feels so good,

"Don't stop," I moan, and he swirls his tongue around me in the most pleasurable motions that have me shaking and bucking into his face in no time. I moan out my high and collapse on the bed, hands sweaty,

"Christian," I whisper, and he kisses me, my liquids on his lips. The salty taste envelops my mouth, and I moan into the kiss. He sucks on my tongue with his lips and before I really even notice, he puts me on top of him and slides me onto him. I'm so wet the sound of his dick pushing into me can be heard between our breathing,

"Clinton's in the other room," I whisper and he grabs my hips tight,

"I don't care, I want to be inside you," he groans, and I grip his shoulders when he bucks up into me. I grind my hips against his until he's breathing heavy and flips us over again. He presses into me harsh, hitting my prostate each time until I'm clenching around him, moaning like crazy as I come, and he follows suit. He's about to pull out when we hear movement in Clinton's room. The walls are thinner than we thought...