Manthony ✨

Just Kiss Me

~JUST KISS ME~

⚠️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~

My lips are swollen and glistening in the streaks of moonlight that seep in through the window. I take breaths in between kissing him and feel our bodies moving against the satiny sheets of my bed. I keep kissing him and with every pull of his lips on mine, my dick presses harder against my pajama pants. I slide my hands down those perfect, taut arms and dig my nails lightly into his skin. His tongue slips into my mouth as a reaction, and pre-cum leaves my tip as he keeps at my mouth. He tastes so divine, it's a drug on its own. The sound of our wet, lustful mouths against the others' fills the room and that's when he grabs my hips and slips a leg in between mine, pushing his knee against my crotch, keeping me pinned to the mattress. It's not too harsh, nor is it too soft of a grip. I slip my hands into his pants, palms sliding against his hip bones and down his thighs. The strangled moan in the back of his throat tells me he needs me to touch him lower. When he rubs the desperate aching between my legs, I gasp and pull away from his lips, squeezing his thighs. He groans against the skin of my neck and the vibration sends a numb shiver down my spine. We're so fucking lost in each other in this moment. We lay there a moment, both of us hard as hell, listening to the others breathing. He takes his knee away from me, the loss of pressure making me breathe a sigh of relief and disappointment,

"I said I'd make you cum after the show," he mumbles against my neck and I wrap my arms around him,

"I want it hot and wet," I tell him and when he kisses me again, my lips are sore and the skin of my erection is stretched so tight I might pass out. He doesn't respond to my request, just pulls my pajama pants down, freeing my hard-on and flicking his tongue over my shiny tip,

"Christian," I say and it's more of a statement rather than a plea or a moan. He looks up at me and I realize I just want to kiss him while I'm completely naked. He's still got his pants on and I tell him to come here, "Just kiss me," I say and he doesn't need telling twice. He kisses me and we switch positions every so often, me on top, kissing him, holding his face tight as I rut my hips against his. Then he flips me back over and kisses down my body, only to come back up to steal my oxygen again. We kiss for so damn long the moon rises higher in the night sky, no longer leaking into the room. He places light kisses on the tip of my dick, making my breathing a mess and after a while of the kissing and pecking and sucking on my thighs and chest and my abs, I cum. The orgasm cascades through my body and I moan into his hot mouth as I stain the sheets with my lust for him. I can't take it, I can't. But I don't quite know what I'm saying I can't take. The sex? The pleasure? Him? I try to push it out of my head as I suck him off, the pulling of his fingers on my braids killing me further. When he's done, I get in the shower alone while he figures out the alarm clock so we can get up on time tomorrow to leave Brazil. Clinton's off doing whatever, which is why Christian and I turned the heat up. I don't even flinch when he surprises me and wraps his arm around my shower drenched body. He slides his hand between my legs from behind and reaches up to press his hand to my lower abdomen. His hand slides lower and I feel my dick stirring back to life. He's kissing my shoulder blades while he does this,

"Jesus Christ," I mumble and when his hands squeeze my balls lightly enough to make me moan I tilt my head back and let him do it again,

"I know you're always up for a round two, baby," he says as his fingers slide up and down my dick,