the book of fluff (that usually isn't)

don't go (xxx)

i'm so bad at writing smut

i'm bad at writing in general

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Mitch fixed his hair so it draped over his eyes and adjusted his sweater — the only thing he was wearing besides boxers — so it revealed more of his skin before he knocked on the door to his client's house. He bit his lip seductively and peered up at the man once he opened the door, but he stopped once he saw him. The man looked like a mess, with tear stains on his cheeks and his hair everywhere. "Um, did I come to the wrong house...?" Mitch asked hesitantly, glancing around. He could've sworn he'd gotten the address right. However, the man just sniffled and shook his head, wrapping his arms around his stomach. "You're Mitch?"

"Yes. I was told I'd be pleasuring someone named Scott..."

"Yes, th-that's me," the man, who we now know is called Scott, said softly. Mitch hesitated, but he nodded, looking up at him uncertainly. "Are you okay?" Scott sniffled again and wiped at his eyes, nodding. "I'm fine. I just- I hired you to help me forget," he said even quieter, his voice breaking on the last word. Mitch wanted to ask what he was trying to forget, but he didn't want to overstep his boundaries. He was only the prostitute, he reminded himself. He wasn't supposed to care.

"Come in," Scott murmured, stepping aside. Mitch went inside obediently, then turned to face Scott. "I'm yours for the night, sir. You may do whatever you want to me." Scott bent down and connected their lips, and Mitch could feel him start to cry. The brunet felt bad for this boy — he didn't know what happened, but whatever it was really had an impact on him. He gently looped his arms around Scott's neck and pressed him against the door, kissing him softly. Scott reached out to hold onto Mitch's sweater with shaking hands, and Mitch began unbuttoning his shirt with nimble fingers.

Soon enough, Mitch pulled away to trail kisses down his neck, sliding Scott's shirt off his shoulders and running his hands along his skin. Scott closed his eyes against his tears and tilted his head to give Mitch better access, trying to focus on the feeling of Mitch's sift lips on his skin. Mitch kissed his way along Scott's jaw and collarbone, then moved down to his chest. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of Scott's pants, slowly pushing them down as he sunk to his knees.

*ew*

Scott sniffled and wiped away his tears, keeping his eye shut. He didn't want to see his body. Coincidentally, he also didn't see when Mitch took him into his mouth. He sucked in a breath at the sudden warmth and immediately gripped at Mitch's hair, his head falling back against the door. Mitch hummed softly around him and began to suck gently, scooting forward so he could take more of Scott in his month. Scott moaned softly, and the sound encouraged Mitch to move faster.

Gradually, Scott's tears were forgotten as he lost himself in the pleasure — he hadn't hired the company's best for nothing. A continuous stream of moans left his lips as Mitch worked his magic, and before long, he released into his mouth. Mitch hummed again and swallowed it, pulling away. Scott's arms were trembling and his chest was shakily rising and falling as he struggled to catch his breath. Mitch smiled a bit at the sight and straightened up, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "Come on," he murmured softly, picking up Scott's clothes and taking his hand. "That was only the beginning."

Scott obediently followed behind Mitch, directing him to his bedroom. As soon as they had gotten inside, Mitch gently pushed Scott down to lay in the bed, immediately reattaching his lips to his neck. Scott allowed a soft moan to leave his lips and he tilted his head to the side once more. Mitch smiled against his skin and took off his own sweater and boxers. "Lube?" Scott gestured weakly to the bedside table, and Mitch retrieved the lube and a condom. "Do you need prep, honey?" he asked Scott gently, but the blond shook his head and spread his legs. Mitch nodded slightly and rolled the condom on, then lubed himself up and pushed into Scott.

Immediately, Scott's breathing hitched and his head fell back against the pillows, his eyes fluttering closed. Mitch peppered his neck and collarbone with kisses as he began to move, and a soft moan left Scott's lips, wrapping his legs around Mitch's waist to pull him closer. Mitch nipped at his collarbone and picked up his pace.

Scott moaned louder, arching his back. Mitch groaned softly at the sound and reached down to stroke him simultaneously, doing his best to give his client as much pleasure as he could. Soft whimpers and mewls left Scott's lips as Mitch moved faster and harder, his fingers curling into themselves and gripping at the sheets. "I-I'm close..." Scott forced out in between moans, and his words encouraged Mitch to move even faster.

*end*

Before long, Scott released with a strangled moan, and Mitch gingerly pulled out, quickly cleaning him off before gathering his things to leave. Scott was still dazed, but he opened his eyes and reached for him weakly. "W-Wait. P-Please don't go..." Mitch turned back to look at him, smiling sadly. "It's okay. You don't have to pay me tonight." He knew his boss would probably beat him if he returned without any money, but Mitch just couldn't bring himself to make this poor boy pay.

"N-No, I'll p-pay you. Just... p-please come back," Scott whispered, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Mitch hesitated for a moment — he also knew his boss would get mad and probably beat him if he returned late, as any time away from the company was time that could've been used at another client's house. However, he didn't want to leave this boy, surprisingly. He sighed and set his sweater down, laying down next to Scott in only boxers. The other man sighed shakily and curled up, resting his head on his chest and closing his eyes. "Thank you."

"It's my job, sir." Mitch wrapped his arms around Scott and pulled him closer, craving his gentle touch.

Scott draped an arm over Mitch's waist and tried to focus on him, but memories flashed through his mind and tears filled his eyes again. It wasn't long before he was crying into Mitch's chest, sobs racking his body. Mitch frowned and rubbed his back in a way that he hoped to be comforting. "What happened?" he asked concernedly, pulling him closer. Scott sobbed and crawled on top of Mitch, burying his face in his neck. "H-He l-l-left m-me."

Mitch's frown deepened. "What? Who?"

"K-Kyle. I f-f-found him i-in b-bed with another m-man s-so I got m-m-mad and he l-left."

"Well, baby, by the sounds of it, he was cheating on you. Was he your boyfriend?"

"Y-Yes," Scott sobbed miserably, "b-but now, I'm all al-alone."

"I'm sure it won't be for long. You seem like a great guy, honey. I'm sure it won't be long before someone else comes along and sweeps you off your feet."

"I- I don't w-want anyone e-else. I w-want h-him."

"Princess, you're too good for him. If he was cheating on you, then he's not trustworthy. You shouldn't dwell on him. He doesn't deserve your tears."

Scott whimpered hoarsely and buried his face in Mitch's chest, trying to control himself. "I'm s-sorry, I'm p-p-pathetic." Mitch frowned and shook his head, tracing gentle patterns on his back. "You're not pathetic, sweetheart. I understand. You're hurting and you have every right to be upset," he told him gently, and Scott sniffled, wiping away his tears. "Th-Thank you. I-... Can you stay the night?" he asked, biting his lip. Mitch hesitated for a while, knowing how angry his boss would be in the morning, but he didn't want to leave Scott alone. "Alright," he agreed eventually, and Scott breathed a soft sigh of relief. "Thank you so much..."

"Don't worry about it, darling. Get some rest, okay? I'll be right here."

Scott nodded and burrowed deeper into Mitch's arms, bringing the covers over them. Mitch held him tighter and closed his eyes, and Scott buried his face in Mitch's neck, relaxing on top of him. "Goodnight, Mitchy," he whispered hoarsely. Mitch's heart fluttered at the nickname, and he had to suppress a smile. "Goodnight, love."