You're so unfair.

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You're so unfair.

He hears the soft patter of his delicate feet as he enters the kitchen. He tracks his movements by ear as he sits and eats his breakfast on the vast counter of their kitchen island. He feels him as he leans flush against his back and tip his head forward for a kiss and Scott obliges, returning the kiss just as softly.

"mmhm" The lithe boy moans very soflty, content. It's only been a day since his Mitchy returned home from Texas, and oh has he been missed.

"What are your plans today, Babe?" Asks Scott. He closely watches as Mitch's face flickers into a nervous grin for a moment.

Mhm.

"Uuh, well I was going to go and hang out Drew." Micth replies, nervously biting his lip.

Oh.

"Really, What time?" The blonde asks calmly.

"Around ten-ish." The smaller man replies as they both check their phones for the time. It reads 9:33 am.

"Ok." Is all Scott says. He sees Mitch glance at him sceptically but he doesn't say anything else either. He slowly extricates himself from his position against Scott's back and move to grab the iced-coffee that has been left for him on the counter. He's wearing that grey, ripped, oversized hoodie that exposes his sharp shoulder and collarbone, the same one he has been sporting all over snapchat a few days ago...teasing him.

"Hey, come here." The blonde says softly as his love prepares to leave the house. Mitch turns and walks over to his side. The blonde slides his unfinished breakfast to the side and gently pats the now empty space with his hands. The brunette looks at him quizzically, but obliges by climbing on the counter and loosely caging Scott between his parted knees. He watches as Scott slowly slides both his palms up and down his lithe, denim-clad thighs. He doesn't question.

"Off." The blonde lightly tugs those tight jeans.

"Babe." Mitch tries to reason, but he's met with stern gaze. He relents as he unbuttons and shimmy's out of the pants and kicks them to the floor.

"Those too." Says the blonde as he taps his black underwear.

Oh God.

He complies till he's left in only just his oversized hoodie. He bites his lip as he looks down at Scott from his position on the bar stool. The brunette can feel the heat rising to his chest. He waits, allowing his Everything to touch him however he pleases...until he gently jostles him to lay flat on his back on the counter top and jerking his thighs to himself and over his shoulders.

"Oh shit. Babe, I have to go soon." Mitch protests breathily, knowing what's coming next. He gets no reply, just a wet warm tongue on his pink hole. He gasps breathily in surprise. But the blonde could care less, he's going at it with vigour, tongue, teeth and lips causing the brunette to let out a long drawn out moan. Scott smiles against his baby's puckered entrance and keeps going.

His love keeps moaning, mewling, thrashing and trying but failing to escape the unrelenting pleasure being brought upon him by his Everything. He loves it. They both love it. Words of pleasure keep spilling out of Mitches lips as the sweet torture continues between his legs until his phone vibrates and rings. The pleasure pauses for a moment as Scott glances at Mitches phone that's lying by his expose, quivering thighs and sees who's calling.

Drew.

He slides the phone out of Mitch's reach before he can even think of answering the call, pinning him with heated stern gaze when the brunette looks down at him in disbelief. Scott stares Mitch down as he slowly lowers his lips back to his previous location and gives a deliberate delicate lick, challenging him to protest. He doesn't. Mitch simply lets out a broken cry and tips his had back, arching off the counter.

How long has it been?

Fuck.

Mitch can't stop shaking all over.

He's knuckles turn white from gripping the counter and his hoodie.

Scott isn't about to stop any time soon.

Fuck.

"Scott, I'm gonna fuckng die." He pleads through a watery moan. He gets no response. His body keeps betraying him though, keeps coming to life and coming over and over and over again. He can't even make a sound at this point, not even a whimper. Let alone think. He's simply staring blankly at nothing through blurry and watery eyes.

Huuuh.

It's been a while now and it's quiet above him even though he can still feel the brunette twitch and lightly convulse every now and then, the thighs caging his head are trembling uncontrollably now. The blonde gives a few parting licks and sucks before he lifts his head to look at the mess his baby made on that grey hoodie.

Oh yes. Satisfaction.

Scott gently kisses all over Mitch's inner thighs as he rises from the bar stool to gently pull his love upwards to a sitting position so he can softly kiss those sinfully swollen lips. The brunette responds on autopilot, but Scott can tell he's not fully back yet.

"Hey baby." The blonde mummers against his baby's ear as he gently strokes his back under that hoodie. He's satisfied when he feels Mitch's hands sluggishly come up over his broad shoulders to his back and clutching closely and tightly at him, still breathing slowly and shallowly.

Mitch moans softly as he clutches and buries his face in Love's neck, trying to come back to the love of his life. Scott pulls him off the counter and onto his lap so the brunette can straddle him as he sits back on the bar stool, cradling Mitch in his embrace.

They sit like that for a while. Mitch shivers from the constant neck kisses being administered by the blonde.

"You're so unfair." The brunette softly complains from his place at the juncture of Scott's neck causing the blonde to chuckle in reply.

"Am I?"

He knows he is. Scott knows what he has just accomplished. He knows very well how Mitch gets after he's slipped under. He gets grossly clingy, both physically and emotionally. He can't bear to be separate from his Everything for too long and Scott knows it. Knows he will not want to go out after that session. Knows Mitch will allow Scott to do almost anything to him at this point if it means he gets his Love's undivided attention and Mitch is more than willing to give everything he is to Scott at this point. Give absolutely everything.

Mitch brings his head up, blindly seeking his baby's lips as they kiss slow and languidly. He doesn't ever want to stop.

"Shouldn't you be heading out for your play date?" The blonde says against his lips.

"Oh fuck you, Scott. Fuck you." Mitch says as he quietly chuckles. Smiling against Scott's lips. Fucker knows he's won. But like the masochist Mitch is, he decides to antagonise Scott once more.

"I could always reschedule to hang out tonight..." He says as he looks at the blonde through heavily hooded and heated eyes, biting his bottom lip. He watches as his Love's eyes darken intensely at the challenge.

"I'd love fucking see you try." It's said with finality and great intensity.

OH God.