Scomiche One Shots

Mausi*

Stunning edit courtesy of SUP3RJUICY on twitter! Couldn't help myself after conjuring up this idea and teasing churrology with a German Scott.

It's honestly just straight up smut from start to finish so be warned it's all mature below the cut.

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Scott lets his hand slide down his chest, his fingers brushing over the small divots and curves of his abdomen. It comes to rest right over the bulge of his underwear, squeezes firmly at the growing length there.

His briefs are pink and tight and he isn't sure exactly when or where he got them, only knows Mitch will like them. He groans, images from last night fogging his brain until there's nothing other than Mitch. He remembers the way Mitch rolled his hips as he rode him, remembers the way Mitch's toes curled as Scott moaned terms of endearment into his ear. He remembers Mitch screaming his name and clenching around him as he came inside of him.

The imagery floods his senses and he is rubbing harder at himself now - not too much, only enough to bring him close to the edge. Scott lets his hands dip into the tight briefs, tugs at his leaking cock firmly, once, before pulling his hand back, sliding it back up his chest. He lets his finger flick over his nipple, his hips jerking involuntarily.

Scott hears the front door open, smiles to himself as the sound of the keys being dropped into the dish travels to their bedroom. The white duvet is tangled in his legs and he turns ever so slightly, covers himself a bit to maintain some sort of modesty. He knows his cock is proudly straining against his pink briefs, doesn't want Mitch to see it yet.

"Mausi," he calls, his thick accent sounding from deep in the back of his throat. He listens, the soft footsteps patting down the hallway. Mitch peeks his head in, turns the corner slowly. His eyes glaze over almost immediately as they travel down Scott's chest, his happy trail, halting on the white comforter bunched at his hips. "Hallo, Mausi," he greets, a smile tugging at his lips. He watches as Mitch's deep brown eyes travel back up to his.

"Hi, angel."

Scott's eyes soften, his smile warms ever so slightly as he holds a hand out. He beckons Mitch closer, wants to feels his skin against his own.

"I have a problem, Mausi. I could not stop thinking about you," he says, pulling the comforter back to reveal his pink briefs. Mitch's breath hitches, his eyes darting to Scott's bulge. "Will you help me?"

Mitch nods slowly, eyes focused on Scott's groin. He can see a growing wet spot and Mitch kneels by the edge of the bed, moves down so his face is level with Scott's clothed cock. He lets his eyes meet Scott hesitantly, his hands resting on the bed in front of him. He slides them along to meet Scott's skin, his left hand rested on his abdomen as his right hand is curved along his thigh. Mitch rubs small circles with his thumb on his thighs, lets his fingers press into the firm flesh there. His other hand plays with the short dark blonde hairs that lead down to Scott's briefs, follow the trail to the waist band.

His right hand cups Scott firmly, squeezes him once before he leans forward, his tongue darting out. He licks hesitantly at the wet spot on the pink briefs before he places an open mouthed kiss on Scott's bulge. It's hot and Scott's hand finds Mitch's short hair, grips tightly at the top where it's longer than the side. He presses Mitch's head closer, eyes focused as he glances up at Scott, sucks around the outline of his clothed cock.