Manthony ✨

Can't Sleep

~CAN'T SLEEP~

⚠️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

"Everyone around me getting no sleep," - Chase Atlantic (STRANGER THINGS)

~Mitchel~

I can't stop thinking about the taste of his mouth. The way his tongue intertwines with mine, the way he pulls away with swollen, glistening lips. The way his hands are all over my body when he kisses me. In my hair, on my neck, my chest, my back, my waist. The way he pulls me closer until our bodies are pressing into each other's. I love running my hands through his blonde hair, grabbing fistfuls once the kiss gets deeper and passion burns through us both. I'm alone in bed, thinking about kissing him, imagining the way he takes my clothes off, the way he touches me. My dick is now pressing into my underwear. I want him here. I don't like being horny and alone in my room when I know he's in the one next to me. I throw my sheets off and get up, walking to my door and creeping down the hallway to his bedroom. I open the door quietly and slip inside, shutting the door. He's asleep, so I just slip under the covers beside him and move my body closer to his. He shifts and breathes in deeply,

"Mitty," he breathes and I watch him turn to face him,

"Kras," I whisper back and he wraps an arm around my waist. I move my body towards him some more so I'm pressing against him and his leg is in between mine,

"You're hard," he says to me and I sigh,

"It's fine just sleep," I say and he puts a hand on my neck,

"Do you need me?" He asks and I feel a surge of desire and longing course through my veins, strong as heroin,

"Yes," I whisper and he shifts so that he can start tugging at his shirt. I feel bad for waking him up. He isn't at my beck and call and I don't want him to feel that way,

"Christian, you don't need to, it's fine, you can just sleep," I mumble but he drops his shirt on the floor beside his bed, fingers already going for his boxers. I blush but I can't find the will to take my own clothes off. Once he's naked, he comes closer and begins to take off my own clothes for me. I don't complain, I just let him, feeling sweaty and aroused. He pulls my boxers down and tosses them somewhere along with my shirt. I lay back down and he follows, looking into my moon reflecting eyes through the dark,

"I'm here for you, Mitty," he says and I exhale,

"I know, I just feel bad for waking you up so it's fine if you go back to sleep," I ramble on and he just kisses me to stop the flow of words. When he pulls away, I can see those rich lips glistening in the moonlight,

"I can't sleep when you're naked in my bed, sexy," he whispers the word "sexy" and I'm painfully hard at this point,

"Kiss me again," I breathe, and he does, kissing me until our heavy breathing and moving hands are the only sounds. Eventually he moves my body on top of his so I'm straddling his hips, leaning down to keep kissing him. I moan into his mouth and start grinding my hips against his, pulling my mouth away from his, lips numb. I'm not prepped so he reaches over for his nightstand, pulling some lubricant out of his drawer. He puts some on his finger and I get off his hips, laying down so he can be on top of me. His finger slips inside of me and starts loosening my body up. He slips another in and curls them into my prostate, a moan slipping from my lips. He presses a third inside, pulling more moans out of me and then he kisses me. I breathe into his mouth and groan as his lips suck on mine. He reaches down between my legs and rubs the tip of my dick with his thumb making me groan and turn my head away from his so I can breathe. He takes advantage and kisses down my neck while both his hands touch different parts of me. Where did he learn how to stay balanced? I can't think about it long because now he's stopped and pulled away, getting a little more lubricant and putting it on his dick. He then gets back on top of me and pushes into me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His teeth graze my skin, and he bites down lightly. A strangled noise comes from my throat as he continues down to my collarbone, leaving marks. My breathing is ragged, and my body is shaking slightly as he keeps going. I start sweating as I climb higher. He angles himself so he slams right into my prostate, and I let out a loud moan as he goes over and over again in that spot until I'm clenching around him and releasing. Eventually, he releases within me and pulls away, leaving me dripping with him. I prop myself up on my elbows, looking at him, out of breath. He gives me the most intense orgasms like it's easy. I usually finish first and I feel kind of guilty about it but he seems fine with it, so I don't bring it up. He leans back and runs his hand through his hair before looking at me and smiling softly,

"What's that look for?" He asks and I blush,

"Nothing," I say quietly, and he crawls slowly towards me, body in between my legs,

"It doesn't look like nothing," he whispers, tracing circles on my abs. I breathe in and out, trying to control my heartbeat but it's racing anyways,

"Christian," I whisper,

"Mitchel," he whispers right back, and I can see in his eyes that he isn't tired. Neither am I,

"Shower," I say quietly, and he grins, "Now," I say, and he drags me by my ankles before grabbing me off the edge of the bed and putting me over his shoulder, carrying me to the shower where he fucks me 'til I'm numb.