Manthony ✨

Airplane Sex

~AIRPLANE SEX~

⚠️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~

We're on the plane to Europe and I'm trying to find a comfortable position to try to get some sleep in. I'm struggling, tossing and turning until I curl up into a ball in the seat and grab one of the provided pillows, propping it against Christian's arm, laying my head down and closing my eyes. I don't know how long I've been sleeping since time is a mess on an airplane, but when I open my eyes again, it's dark and Clinton is gone. I turn to Christian who's wide awake,

"What's that look for?" I ask and he swallows,

"Nothing," he says, barely audible. I can clearly tell it's something but decide to drop it when he puts his hand on my thigh. I try not to make a big deal of it but he slides his hand up to my crotch where he rests it and I inhale deeply, trying to focus on something else but there's nothing to focus on. I have no clue where my brother is but he must've left after seeing Christian was still awake. Hopefully he doesn't come back soon because Christian's rubbing his hand over me. I lean my head back and try to keep my breathing even,

"Christian," I whisper and his fingers go to the buttons on my jeans, undoing them and pulling the zipper down. I can't tell if he's going to touch me or go farther but he unzips them and stuffs his hand inside my boxers, lightly rubbing my tip. I let out a soft moan and he presses his lips to my neck,

"Come sit on my lap, baby," he whispers and I'm bricked up. He keeps running his thumb over my tip and that's when I can't take it anymore,

"Fuck it," I breathe and climb onto his lap, first pulling my pants to my knees. He pulls his own down a bit and I manage to find a good position to sit on top of him. He starts with his fingers inside of me. I lightly bounce my hips on his hand and he's getting harder by the second watching me. The fact that it's dark enough for us to not be completely obvious makes me more comfortable with doing this. I ride his fingers until he pulls them out and grabs my hips, helping me onto his dick. When he's all the way in I grab the seat behind his head and start to grind my hips. He has me fucking needy. I grind fast on his hips and he starts talking dirty,

"Look at you, riding me on the plane," he says and I suck on his neck,

"You were the one that shoved your hand in my underwear," I counter and he laughs,

"You're the one on my lap," he says, "You could've declined the invite," he teases,

"It was more of a demand," I reply and he laughs, starting to softly moan when I start to slow the pace and harshly pop my hips on him,

"Where did you learn these skills?" He asks and I keep going, whispering through my heavy breathing,

"Being horny does shit to you," I say and soon the seat is shaking a bit. He wraps his arms around me and I do all of the movement myself. I control the pace. I'm going at him until he puts his hand on the back of my neck,

"I'm gonna come," he seems panicked and that's when I remember that it's going to be impossible to clean up an airplane seat,

"Come inside of me," I say and he looks at me,

"Yeah, but it'll drip out," he points out and I stop moving, keeping us stuck in place so that climax doesn't hit yet,

"Shit," I say and he looks at me,

"I'm way too horny to stop," he whispers and pulls the collarbone of my t-shirt down, kissing my skin,

"Me too, but," I start, trailing off as he starts to move his hips up against mine,

"Let's just finish, you only live once, besides, we can just move to an empty seat since there's a few I saw early when I went to the bathroom," he says and I agree, not wanting him to pull out of me until I'm coming on his chest. I start rolling my hips again and he rests his hands on me, softly moaning,

"That feels so good, baby," he's muttering praises against my collarbone as I keep grinding on his thighs,

"God you make me feel so fucking full," I gasp and he traces circles on my back, "Someone might see us," I say as someone walks by on the other side of the plane," he turns his head and then turns back to me,

"Let's hurry then," he says and starts bucking up into me, stopping when I counter him with heavier bounces. He bites my shoulder, trying not to make noise, but he doesn't realize how hot it is that he's biting me. I end up moaning a bit louder than expected and have to press my lips to his neck to try to keep it down,

"Come on, baby, I'm so close," he says and I find a slightly different angle that has his dick brushing against my prostate. I keep my lips to his neck as I keep rolling my hips and I start whispering against his neck,

"Fuck, Christian," I can't help it and tilt my head back, bouncing on his lap, harder and when I feel his come fill me up, I'm only getting higher. He talks dirty to me as I climb my mountain of pleasure. His hands cup my ass and I keep bouncing, still hard. I roll my hips and bounce at the same time so his dick is rubbing against my prostate. He looks in my eyes when I'm about to come,

"I love the way your eyes cloud over when you're gonna come over my dick, baby," he says and I'm getting closer, "Let me touch your cock," he purrs,

"Please," I breathe and he rubs the tip. I'm falling over the edge, the way he's touching my dick, the way his own is pressing to my prostate, the way his words are so dirty, "Keep talking dirty," I gasp and he grins,

"You like it, huh? Keep riding my thighs, baby boy," he purrs and I'm about to come when he stops rubbing my tip and stops my hips from moving,

"No, please," I say and I'm so fucking needy, I want to come so bad at this point,

"Hm?" He teases and I notice someone walking our way,

"Christian," I moan quietly and grab my dick, "I'll fuck myself if I have to," I admit and he swats my hand away,

"No, keep riding me, I want you to come on my face," he says and that gets me slamming my hips onto his until I'm busting my load right onto his pretty face. The person turned into an earlier seat, thank God. I ride my high out and he grabs my hips,

"You really wanted to come, didn't you," he grins, licking my liquids off of his lips,

"Fuck, you got me so horny when you put your hand down my pants," I say against his neck and he helps me up so we can pull our pants back up. We can't wash yet so we go one by one to the bathroom. I can't stop thinking about him asking me to come on his face. I can't stop thinking about him talking dirty. I can't stop thinking about his dick up my ass. The way it feels. I'm trying not to get hard again, opting to fall asleep again instead, after I go to wash off.