Manthony ✨

Show Me

~SHOW ME~

⚠️No smut but intense touching, kissing

A short chapter since I've been doing longer ones :)

Idea by Alex_Wreck_ENGLISH

~Mitchel~

"Fuck you!" I hear from his from and I cackle maniacally,

"You loser, I'm gonna win," I taunt, eliciting aggressive keyboard sounds from his bedroom. I click a few keys and manage to get a good snipe at a distant opposing player, "I'm comin' to get ya," I call only for him to frustratedly reply that one of my teammates has blown his brains out,

"God dammit, this shit is stroke inducing," he says and I laugh,

"Somebody needs practice," I tease and that's when we keep playing until my score and his are pretty close. He's catching up to me. I hide behind a wall, running out once I feel it's safe and I'm just about to make it to the other side when the screen alerts me that I've been killed. And by none other than Christian,

"Ha!" He calls and I pull off my headphones,

"Dammit!" I yell, slumping back in my chair and looking through my inventory a bit before I decide I'll get up and head to Christian's room to watch him. I pad down the hallway and slip in, jumping on his bed and laying down, on my stomach, chin in my hands, legs swinging behind me,

"Hey, baby," I say smoothly and he turns to look at me before focusing back on his game,

"Hey, sexy," he teases and I laugh, watching him play. He gets a couple good kills when I feel like a little brat, so I stand up and walk behind him, kissing the back of his neck before I start to fuck around with his keyboard, screwing him over,

"Hey!" He yells, trying to regain control of his character when I cruelly unplug his mouse from his computer and he roars, turning around and tackling me onto his bed. He starts tickling me and pinning my wrists down with one of his hands so he can tickle me easier,

"Uncle!" I screech and he finally stops,

"You fucked up my streak!" He says and I laugh,

"Wanna fuck up something else?" I wink and he runs a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply,

"Maybe," he mutters and I smile,

"Need me to say something else to get you out of those?" I ask, eyes falling to his jeans,

"Nope," he says, unbuttoning them and telling me to hurry the fuck up and get undressed. I do so, leaving myself in my boxers,

"Well? Aren't you gonna do what you know I really like?" I ask, feeling bratty as hell,

"And what's that?" He teases right back and I'm laying on my back, elbows keeping me up,

"Kiss my dick," I say and he grins, "Over my boxers, like you always do," I'm whispering now and he comes closer, dropping to his knees so erotically. He kisses me lightly over the fabric and I lean my head back, fingers suffocating his innocent (not so much) bedsheets,

"Jesus Christ, I love when you do that," I say and he breathes hot air onto the fabric,

"I love you," he smoothly slides into the phrase and I groan, grabbing his arms and pulling him on top of me,

"Show me," I breathe and he winks,

"Always, baby,"