Manthony ✨

Not A Touch

~NOT A TOUCH~

⚠️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

This one is really odd guys. Hopefully you guys enjoy it! <3

~Mitchel~

It's like he's an animal the way he crawls up the bed towards my body. The lights are off, making it all the more anticipating. He drags his hands down my legs,

"I want you so fucking bad," he groans and I feel his tongue going up my thighs. I stare at the ceiling, my breathing speeding up. He already has me naked, but he's fully clothed still. His face is finally above mine. He kisses me and his tongue is all over mine. I'm so hard and I pull him closer so he can feel my dick against his abdomen. I hook my thumbs on the waistband of his jeans,

"Take them off," I whisper into his mouth but he exhales heavily,

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" He grabs my hand and presses it to his crotch, "Feel that?" He asks and I can feel how hard he is and his body warmth is extreme,

"Yeah," I whisper and he exhales, leaning down and kissing me again, my hand still pressed to him. He starts to grind his hips on my hand and he's panting into my mouth,

"Mitchel," he whispers and I start pulling his shirt off, but he grabs my hands, "Wait," he says and I try to find his eyes in the dark,

"What?" I ask and he just shakes his head,

"Nothing," he whispers and I can't find the mind to keep asking and prodding at him to answer. He doesn't give me a minute to breathe before he flips me onto my stomach and slips dry fingers into me. I groan at the pain and pleasure mixing together,

"Why'd you keep them dry?" I rasp and he curls his fingers into my prostate,

"I really want to just feel you," he admits and I decide not to question it. I may be turned on but the dry feeling isn't it for me. Just when I'm about to say something about it, he goes and opens that pretty mouth, "I can't stop thinking about you, Mitchel," he whispers, "The second you're not with me I'm thinking of you, what I'm going to do to you, what I want to do to you," he says and I feel moisture coat his fingers. Never mind. I don't need to tell him it's too dry. Not anymore,

"Tell me more," I gasp and keep feeling his fingers trace circles on my prostate,

"I get desperate, I get horny, and when I can't call you up," he breathes, putting one hand on my hip, "I fuck myself," he admits and I groan, the image making pre-cum soak the sheets,

"Christian," I moan and he goes faster with his fingers, making me grab the pillows on either side of my head,

"You're so tight," he groans and I'm moaning into his pillows, "I love fucking you on my bed, kissing you until I can feel your dick on my thigh," he's on a roll, there's no stopping him now, "I love it when you wear my clothes," he keeps moving his fingers, making me slowly lose it, "When touching myself isn't enough, I fucking grind on a pillow on my bed," he says and at this point I can hear his fingers moving, I'm so wet, "You don't know the half of it," he whispers in my ear and pulls his fingers out. Instead of getting his dick, I get his tongue. I'm not complaining,

"Oh, Christian," I moan and he slips his tongue inside of me. I don't care that the whole building can probably hear me. I'm rocking my hips into his face and oh my, God does it feel good. I feel the knot in my stomach building. He's groaning into me and I really want him to suck my dick now, "My dick," I gasp and he seems to get it, flipping me over and flicking his tongue over my tip. My back arches as he takes me further into his mouth,

"Don't do that," he groans, "I'm gonna come in my pants," he gasps and I find that so hot I thrust into his mouth until he sits on my legs. I can feel the moisture through his pants, the heat. God. He takes me down his throat, but pulls away before I can finish,

"Christian," I groan,

"I want to watch you make yourself finish," he says and he's still got his clothes on. I can tell he's trying not to touch himself, considering the fact that he's biting his lip and fisting the sheets,

"Okay," I say quietly and get on my knees in front of him. I slide down onto my fingers slowly, my legs spread. He moans and throws his head back,

"I'm gonna come," he's breathless,

"Why aren't you touching yourself?" I ask and he looks at me,

"I want to show you that you can make me come without touching me," he says, "Start moving," he orders and I do, moving up and down on my hand. This is so erotic. I curl my fingers into my prostate until I can't take it anymore and start popping my hips and looking at him with a wild look on my face,

"Mitchel," he groans and runs his hands through his hair as he watches me,

"Keep watching, baby," I taunt, feeling freaky now. He looks and his face has the expression of torture on it. He watches me bounce on my hand and his eyes are tearing up from holding his orgasm in. He must be dying right now. I keep going, because I don't want him to suffer like this anymore. I ride my hand until I throw my head back and moan, adding his name, coming onto his bedsheets,

"Fuck, oh, fuck," he groans and I watch him hunch over on the bed and shake. I crawl over to him, watching him try to catch his breath,

"Are you okay?" I'm genuinely concerned,

"I'm coming," he breathes and I can't believe he actually did. He keeps shaking and he grabs the edge of the bed, letting out a scream as his orgasm rips out of him. How does it feel to finish with nothing touching you but your clothes? It sounds like torture, "Mitchel," he screams and I grab his arm,

"Christian," I say and he collapses. When I roll him over, his pants are soaked and he's not hard anymore. Wow. He really did. He just moans on the bed and I have to help him to the shower to wash off. Now that he's been through this I feel terrible. I help him wash and he and I collapse into bed, falling asleep.