Oblivious To Him (Scomiche) [boyxboy]

Chapter 23

'I just really need your ass with me..' - Higher, Rihanna.

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Scott got off the bed, walking over to his suitcase to find some clothes for the party. He took out some denim shorts and a polo shirt along with some clean boxers.

Mitch lay on his front on top of the silky covers, his face against the pillow looking at Scott and a smile of content painted on his face.

"Have I ever told you that you have a nice ass, Scottland?" Mitch smirked.

From where he was laying he had a nice view of Scott's ass, which was less than a metre away.

"Yeah? What's so nice about it?" Scott asked, shaking his ass and chuckling.

"It's just really nice and round and I think some hickeys and my teeth marks would look incredible on it."

"God, Mitchie, what's got into you?" Scott asked, genuinely surprised.

"I'm still horny, Daddy." Mitch said in a seductive tone, biting his lip.

"Sweetie, as much as I'd love to pound into that tight little hole, we don't have time. And you very well know what you calling me 'daddy' does to me." Scott warned.

The blonde man walked closer to his husband and with his free hand gave the latter a firm smack on the ass.

"Get up, we have to get ready." He said before entering the bathroom.

Mitch sighed and rolled off the bed, getting some clothes.

He picked out a large, oversized sweater and gray booty shorts that were not visible under the large garment.

At all.

Mitch walked over to Scott silently, who was in the bathroom.

He wrapped his arms around Scott's torso whilst standing on his tip-toes, kissing Scott's neck to get his attention.

Mitch stepped back as Scott turned around to face him.

"What?" Scott asked, slightly angered.

Mitch was slightly confused at Scott's anger before continuing.

"How do I look, Daddy?" Mitch giggled, biting his lip once again.

Scott smirked, his anger disappearing.

"You look fucking gorgeous, doll. Are you wearing pants?"

Mitch took a step closer to Scott, his hands on Scott's chest.

"I don't know, do you want to check?" Mitch whispered seductively into Scott's ear.

Scott kissed Mitch's lips briefly before stepping back and walking to his suitcase to get his shoes.

"Mitchie," he said, kneeling in front of his suitcase with his back to Mitch, "I've told you that we can't  fuck because we've got a honeymoon party to go to."

Mitch jogged up to Scott and hugged him from behind, resting his chin on Scott's shoulder.

Scott unzipped his suitcase and took out his simple, black, lace-up Vans.

He set them down before spinning around, pulling Mitch onto his lap.

Mitch gasped, surprised by Scott's sudden actions.

Scott attacked Mitch's neck with kisses, sucking on it as well as avoiding the other fresh hickeys.

Mitch clung to Scott's neck, moving his head so that Scott had more access.