Manthony ✨

Never Better

~NEVER BETTER~

⚠️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

Requested by GDaisy_Aesthetic

In honor of my 100th chapter lmao:

Enjoy <3

~Christian~

He's singing into the microphone, his voice cracking on some of the higher notes. I listen, enjoying the fact he doesn't know I'm here. His voice is so hot...I watch him move his hands along with the words and the beat, his riff on different notes sending me to Heaven each time. I listen until I can't take it: the whimpers, moans, voice cracks, riffs, I can't,

"Mitchel?" I walk into the room, scaring him a bit,

"Jesus, you scared me! How long have you been listening?" He asks, pulling his headphones off and resting them around his neck. I walk over and put my hands on his hips, listening to his heartbeat as I lay my head on his chest,

"Long enough for this," I pull away and press his hand to my erection, just the feel of his fingers wrapping around me over my pants sends jolts through me,

"Just from a little singing?" He asks and I smile, pulling him up against me and putting one hand on his neck, the other on his ass,

"Mm, you know how much I love your voice," I say and press my lips to his neck, finding his sweet spot in no time and giving him a hickey there,

"Baby, we're in the studio," he says, fingers playing with my loose hair,

"The only thing I wanna be in right now is you," I don't hesitate to let the cringy joke out and he laughs,

"Here?" He asks, clearly worried about it,

"Yeah, here," I say and slide my hand inside the back of his pants and past his underwear, cupping his bare ass, "How 'bout I sit you on that table, huh?" I ask and he shivers under my touch,

"What's taking so long?" He mumbles and I grin, walking him back to the table where I sit him on it, both of us still dressed,

"I like these skinny jeans on you," I say, staring at his bulge,

"I know," he says, tilting my chin up so we're making eye contact. He pulls me in for a hot kiss, me standing in between his spread legs as he sits there and lets me feel him up. We end up in a position where one of his legs is in between mine and he's humping my hip while I grind on his thigh. Our breathing is ragged as we dry fuck,

"Christian," he whines and I pull him into a kiss while we rub ourselves off with the other's body, "I want you inside of me," he breaks out of the kiss and slows his hips down. I start to fumble with my jeans and I'm undoing them, pulling my cock out as I watch him pull his pants and underwear off, tossing them to the floor. I give myself a few tugs and spit on my hand as Mitchel sucks on his fingers, taking them out and fingering himself to prepare,

"Pull them out," I grumble and he does, spreading his legs wide and I sink into him, the feeling of that silky, tight heat around me is fucking orgasmic. I groan loudly and I hear something strange in the room,