Manthony ✨

Hot Morning

~HOT MORNING~

⚠️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

~Mitchel~

 When we get home, I crawl into bed, naked so I'm not hot. I just lay down and try to sleep out the high but I'm dazed and out of it until I'm wondering where Christian is. Getting high makes me paranoid, regardless of the type of drug. I sit up and pull on my boxers and go look for him,

"Christian?" I call and he emerges from the kitchen,

"Sorry, wanted some water," he says and I nod, waiting for him, leaning against the wall. He comes up to me and I ask if he's ready for bed to which he nods and grabs my hand as we walk to the bedroom. When I lay down I feel exhaustion pin me to the mattress. I'm so tired it feels unreal. I think it's about time we release another album but I'm losing ideas. Already. It's fine, Christian and my brother will help. I keep trying to fall asleep but I can't. Long after Christian falls asleep I stare at the ceiling, watching the fan circle and blow cool air into my face. I close my eyes and try to find rest as I start coming down from my high around 4 am. Eventually I fall into a state of half asleep and half awake. After what feels like a million years in this state I'm woken up by Christian,

"Hey, you good there?" He asks and I groan, rolling onto my stomach,

"I'm still exhausted," I say and grab a pillow, putting it over my head, "What time is it?" I ask and when I take the pillow off my face, it's still dark,

"About 5 am," he says and I lob a pillow at him,

"Why are you waking me up then?" I ask and he moves closer, pressing his body against my hip and I know why now,

"I can't stop wanting you," he whispers and slides his finger down my shirt until he stops in between my legs. I look up at him and he bends down, kissing me. He tastes so fucking good. Is it even possible for a person to taste this amazing? It's addictive. I kiss him back, practically sucking his face off until he gets me hard,

"Wanna go back to sleep now?" He grins and I shake my head, pulling him on top of me and he kisses me again, hard and hot until I'm moaning into his mouth. It feels so good. Electricity speeds through my veins until he's tearing his clothes off and I'm tearing mine off. When he's got them off, he reaches between my legs and teases my entrance, which is already wet from arousal. I start to move my hips, trying to get his fingers to go inside of me but he pulls away and presses his fingers to my mouth and I don't need directions to start sucking on them, rolling my tongue around them and making noises to turn him on. He bites his lip as I do and shivers,

"Jesus," he whispers and I stop, letting him press his fingers into me. I arch my back just as slowly as he presses them in, "God," he says and I ask him what's up and he groans, "The way you're arching your back," His fingers press into my prostate and I arch further, making him moan without even touching him. He moves his fingers in circles slowly until I start to moan slowly, quietly, teasing him, "Fuck, moan louder," he says and I smirk,

"Not until you move faster," I say and he starts to scissor me open, the feeling deliciously good. I somehow arch my back even more and grip the sheets,

"Christ, Mitchel," he breathes, pushing his fingers all the way into me and moving faster. I'm trying to hold in my moans to the point my eyes water, "Moan," he rasps and I don't until his fingers start to curl into my prostate, sounds coming out of my mouth that make him grab my hip and pulls his fingers out, grabbing the other side of my hip, his fingers wet with me. Before I can even say anything he rams into me and I just tilt my head back, moaning. He's pushing into me so hard that the bed shakes. I wrap myself around him, not expecting him to be so rough but I feel the knot in my stomach starting to snap. When it does it's the best release I've had in a while,

"Mitchel," I hear his voice through the mist of pleasure and prop my body up on my elbows,

"Yeah?" I ask and realize he hasn't finished yet, his cock waiting for me,

"Please suck me off, I want your mouth on me," he says, "It's all I've been able to think about," he whispers and I have him lean against the pillows and I kiss his abdomen,

"Of course, baby," I say before I take him into my mouth, playing with the tip first, loving his soft moaning. Eventually I take him all in and the feeling of him thrusting into the back of my throat gets me palming myself. I stroke my dick as I suck him off, strangled moans escaping my lips. After a bit more, he releases down my throat and I'm climaxing all over his bedsheets with a groan. Again. It's still early and I'm still tired,

"Thank you, baby," he whispers, "I love you," he kisses my nose and I smile,

"I love you too," I tell him before we cuddle back to sleep.