This literally makes no sense... But enjoy it's smut, lol.
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"Oh my god Scott! Did you really cancel my date? You're the one who suggested we see other people in the first place!" Mitch yelled as he pushed Scott. Scott didn't move as much as Mitch had hopped so he kept yelling, "What is it that you want from me!? You're so complicated." Scott raised his brow, "Ya know what Scott. Fuck you." Mitch said as he turned to walk away, only to be stopped by Scott grabbing a hold of his wrist. He looked down at the hand gripping his arm then to Scott's deep blue eyes, "What." Mitch squeaked out.
"You sure that's what you want?" Scott said with a slight growl, cornering Mitch up against the wall "Want me to fuck you, huh?" he had Mitch pinned to the wall, his hips pressing forward into the man in front of him, "You really want my cock stretching you until you can't take anymore?" he leaned in, his breath ghosting over Mitch's neck causing him to shudder "You know, all you had to do was ask Little One." Scott let his hands wrap around Mitch's waist, pulling the small man more firmly against him, rocking his hips slowly into him. Mitch let out a small whimper, "It's okay, daddy will take care of you." Mitch began to push his hips forward into Scott's and if that wasn't enough to let Scott know Mitch liked what he had just said, then he didn't know what else would. Scott reached for the button of Mitch's pants, and soon letting his hand fit inside the tight denim, stroking Mitch's dick through his briefs.
"S-Scott..." Mitch stuttered out, overwhelmed by the hand that was around his cock.
Scott smirked at him, "Why don't we go upstairs, Princess?" Scott said as he pulled his hand out of Mitch's jeans, reaching for his hand and leading him through the apartment. "You don't know how much I think about this, Scott" Mitch admitted. Scott smiled to himself as he led into his bedroom.
"Can you strip for Daddy Mitchie? I wanna see how beautiful your body is..." Mitch just stood, flushed and fidgety. "Y-Yeah... Yes daddy." he said, lifting his arms above his head to pull off his t-shirt and then his jeans.
Scott groaned, hearing Mitch call him daddy in this way was unlike anything else, his dick was throbbing in his, now, too tight jeans. "S-Say that again please." He got out.
"Say what? Daddy?"Mitch's eyes widened seeing just how much he was affecting his best friend. He reached down, pushing down boxers in one clean motion leaving him exposed to Scott. He was giving himself to him...
"Fuck," Scott said, stepping forward, then he pushed Mitch lightly on the bed so he was laying on his back. "You look gorgeous, Love Bug. Can you get on your hands and knees for me?"
Scott waited while Mitch followed his commands, spreading himself out on the bed so the he was resting on his elbows with his ass in the air for Scott to see.
"Is this right daddy?" he he said innocently, he knew how to get a rise out of him.
"Yea-Yeah... Like that, Princess. Just like that." Scott walked forward, his hands molding to the perfect curves of Mitch's ass. "Mmm.. Daddy." Mitch moaned, pushing his ass back into Scott's hands ready for more even though Scott had barely touched him. "No teasing, please daddy. I've waited long enough." Mitch begged.
"Let me hear you say you want it, baby, tell daddy what you want me to do." Scott said his hands were moving to spread Mitch's cheeks apart exposing his hole, he stared at the body in front of him, he was ready to taste his Mitchie. He wasnt too earger though, he settled for his thumb. He sat it at the boy's hole and began to rub at his rim, teasing him.
"Daddy!" Mitch panted, "Daddy please don't tease me! I've been a good girl. Daddy please... Just-Just touch me." he pleaded, his back arching into the touches Scott was giving.
