Manthony ✨

Tables & Sinks

~TABLES & SINKS~

⚠️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

~Christian~

He bends me over the table and grabs my hair,

"You're such a slut," he says and kicks my legs apart with his foot, sliding his knee up to my crotch. I'm dizzy with arousal, "You're all mine," he whispers and starts rubbing his knee against me, pulling a moan from my mouth,

"Just take my clothes off already," I gasp, needing him to fuck me already. He slaps my ass and tells me to be patient,

"I can't be patient when you've got your knee on my dick," I breathe and he presses harder, my eyes flicking shut. I'm so hard I can't think. He suddenly pulls away and I'm starting to stand up, thinking he isn't going to fuck me when he grabs something from his pocket. Knowing Mitchel, it could be just about anything. I blink and he pulls out a white powder in a zip-loc bag. I frown and he pours some in the form of a line on the table,

"I want you high when I fuck you," he says and I'm about to ask if he's gonna join in but I think better of it and just lean down, snorting it and letting the drugs get to my brain. Immediately, I feel the buzz and he looks at me,

"One more or no?" He asks and I shake my head. He seals the bag and puts it back in his pocket. Now that I'm high, I can't really comprehend how he has that and what it is or where it's from but I don't care anymore because he's undressing me. I want to talk or tell him that I'm horny as fuck but the drugs have me in a tight hold. What drug was that? He pulls my shirt and pants off and bends me over the table again, slipping a slick finger inside of me. I have no clue how it's wet or why it is but it feels good. He puts in a few more and starts scissoring me open. I press my palms to the table,

"Mitchel," I groan and he curls those long fingers into my prostate. I feel pre-cum drip from my slit and I bite my lip. I want his dick shoved up my ass right fucking now, but he keeps teasing me with his fingers. Eventually, he pulls his fingers out and I'm not paying attention when I feel his tongue lap at my hole. I start grinding into his face as he keeps at me. I'm moaning and desperately need to grab onto something, but my fingertips can only dig into the table, sweat marks from my palms left behind. I'm practically soaking as he sticks his tongue inside of me as far as it'll go, his nose pressed to my skin, his hands on my hips. He groans into me and swirls his tongue around until he pulls away. Lord I love his tongue. It feels like he's sending me to heaven every time he uses it on me. He grabs my hair and shoves his cock into me. I moan, the full feeling so good. I feel the knot in my stomach build with every thrust and soon enough he has me giving him breathy moans and I'm trying to rock my hips back into him,

"Mitchel," I moan and he seems to like the way I say his name considering the increase in his speed. My prostate throbs and soon enough I'm coming. Hard. My thighs shake as I release. I'm breathing heavily as he pulls out and has me turn around. I can't help but let my eyes fall on the fact that he's wearing only my t-shirt. It's huge on him but I can tell he hasn't finished yet. I walk up to him and kiss him hard, not wasting time and shoving my tongue in his mouth. I grab his dick and his breath hitches, making me start to jerk him off. He moans into my mouth,

"Christian," he grabs my hips and I pick him up and take him to the bathroom of all places. His eyes widen when I start walking in that direction,

"Bend me over the sink," he whispers and I don't at first, making him groan in frustration,

"Suck my dick," he breathes and when I drop to my knees and drag my tongue on his shaft he lets out a series of breaths that get me hard. I keep doing it until I'm deep-throating him and he's moaning. When he finally finishes I whip him around, loving to overstimulate him and I shove myself into him. He moans and I keep going until I'm about to finish. I gasp and he's so tight,

"I'm gonna cum," he breathes and I ram into his prostate until he moans and spills over the floor. After a few more pumps, I'm releasing inside of him. He whimpers at the feeling and I pull out, kissing him until I have him against the wall, his hands pinned above his head while my other hand grips his hip. I'm so fucking high from the drug he gave me. I wonder if it would feel different if I was sober like him. I shrug it off 'cause hey, I'm high and we kiss until I put him on the sink and let him wrap his legs around my waist until we decide that's enough making out and we wash off before Clinton's home.