reflection | scömìche

chapter five

this has smut in it lol

just a warning i suck at writing smut because i'm asexual trash bye

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Mitch's heart was pounding in his chest as Scott led him inside his tent. Since Scott was the general and therefore the boss of this camp, his tent was a lot nicer than the soldiers'. It actually had furniture. This included a bed, which Scott pushed Mitch down on almost instantly and attached his lips to his neck.

Mitch's breathing hitched and his head tilted to the side almost instantly, his eyes fluttering closed. Scott brought Mitch's wrists over his head, pinning him down. He searched for Mitch's sweet spot, and the smaller boy couldn't help but moan quietly when he found it. However, Mitch instantly flushed red and bit his lip to keep quiet, but Scott just smirked and shook his head. "Don't hold back, baby," he murmured against Mitch's skin, nibbling gently on the spot. Mitch moaned louder, and Scott smiled, biting down to mark the boy as his own. "That's more like it. You sound absolutely irresistible."

Scott pulled back to finish getting himself undressed, then knelt to rummage in his drawers. "Can you get undressed for me, princess?" he asked over his shoulder, and Mitch blushed slightly before shakily obeying. When Scott stood up, presumably with whatever he'd been looking for, Mitch was sitting awkwardly on the bed, fully naked, with his arms around his stomach and a blush on his cheeks. Scott smiled at the sight of him and set a small bottle and a square-shaped packet on the nightstand, sitting down on the bed. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined," he said softly, removing Mitch's arms and lacing his fingers together. Mitch blushed more and shifted uncomfortably, subconsciously trying to hide himself. Scott frowned and shook his head, gently stopping him. "You're absolutely gorgeous."

"N-No, sir."

"Yes, you are. I mean, look at you. Have you ever seen yourself?"

Mitch nodded, avoiding his eyes. "Yes, sir. So I know for a fact I'm the opposite of gorgeous."

"Nonsense. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Can you spread your legs for me, love?"

Mitch blushed, but he hesitantly obeyed. Scott smiled again and picked up the bottle, squeezing a substance onto his fingers. Mitch watched, tilting his head. "What's that, sir?" he asked, unable to keep the curiosity out of his voice. Scott looked up to meet Mitch's eyes, surprise on his features. "You don't know what this is?" Mitch hesitated, blushing more. "Um, I- I haven't exactly been with a boy... Or- Or anyone, r-really..." he trailed off, cursing himself for how awkward he was. However, Scott just laughed softly and shook his head fondly. "This is lube. It helps make the pain less."

"W-Wait. It's going to h-hurt?"

"Well, you said you've never been with anyone, so yes, it will. But only for a little bit. I'll be gentle, I promise. Do you still want to do this?"

Mitch hesitated. "You swear you'll be gentle?" he asked meekly.

Scott smiled and nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. "On my life." Mitch blushed and hesitated again, but he eventually nodded. "Y-Yes. I still want to, sir." Scott smiled wider and nodded once more. "Okay, baby girl. Prepare yourself, this might feel a bit weird," he cautioned, before pushing one of his fingers into Mitch. Mitch gasped and stiffened, gripping at the sheets. Scott smiled and waited patiently for Mitch to relax. It took a few moments, but eventually, Mitch got used to the feeling, and he relaxed around him. Scott pushed in another and once again waited for Mitch to relax before he gently began loosening him up.

After the initial weird feeling faded away, Mitch realized that the feeling of Scott's fingers inside him actually felt good. He leaned his head back against the pillows and loosened his grip on the sheets, his breathing shallow. Scott smiled slightly and deemed him ready, picking up the packet. Mitch bit his lip and tilted his head again. "What's that?" Scott chuckled softly and removed the condom from the packet, rolling it onto himself. "It's a condom, baby. Usually, people use it so they won't accidentally get their girlfriends pregnant, but since you obviously can't get pregnant, I'm just putting it on so I don't give you an STD."

"Um, wh-what's an STD?"

"A sexually-transmitted disease," Scott said simply, lubing himself up before lining up with Mitch's entrance. "You ready, princess?"

Mitch hesitated, but nodded. "Y-Yes, sir."

Scott nodded and peppered kisses all over his neck as he slowly pushed in. Mitch's breathing hitched and he stiffened up, tears filling his eyes at the pain. "Shh. It's okay. It'll all be over soon," Scott soothed, rubbing circles into his hips. Mitch whimpered quietly, but eventually, he relaxed. "O-Okay, sir. Y-You can go." Scott nodded and began to move, and slowly, the pain faded away to pleasure and a soft moan left Mitch's lips. Scott groaned at the sound and buried his face in Mitch's neck.

Mitch mewled softly and wrapped his legs around Scott's waist to pull him closer, gripping his shoulders. Scott picked up his pace, nipping at Mitch's neck. "You like that?" he murmured, and Mitch nodded with a moan. "Y-Yes, sir..." Scott's eyes darkened and he slammed into him harder. "You sound so beautiful, princess."

"Th-Thank you, sir..." Mitch moaned, arching his back.

Scott reached down to stroke him simultaneously, and the combined pleasure was too much for Mitch's frail body. "S-Sir, I f-feel funny..." he whimpered, and Scott's eyes darkened at his words, his hand moving faster. "Yeah?" he growled, nipping at Mitch's neck. Mitch moaned louder and released without warning, and the sight caused Scott to follow soon after with a low groan.

Mitch mewled softly underneath him as Scott slowly pulled out and cleaned him up. Scott laughed softly as he saw him with his eyes still closed, in a daze, and brushed his hair out of his eyes. "Was that good?" Mitch blushed and opened his eyes to meet Scott's. "Yes, sir," he whispered. Scott smiled and laid back down next to him, wrapping Mitch in his arms. Mitch couldn't help but snuggle closer to him, burying his face in his chest. Scott pulled the covers over them and absentmindedly ran his fingers through Mitch's hair. "Get some rest, baby girl."

"Yes, sir," Mitch repeated quieter, already almost asleep. He felt safe and warm in Scott's arms.

"Goodnight, baby."

"Goodnight, sir."