Scomiche One Shots

Limousine*

*Mature!*

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Mitch has always loved limousines, loved the elegance of the classic automobile, the luxuriousness and expensiveness of it. It always made him feel special, fancy, all eyes flashing toward whoever stepped out of one.

So when Scott rented one for the night, Mitch was more than eager to slide into the comfy seats alongside his beautiful blonde boyfriend.

Scott had explained that they would be going somewhere nice. He had chosen to wear his sheer button down, accompanied with black skinnies, and some heeled boots. He decided to top off his entire look with his pink Gucci fur coat, since he knew Scott always liked it on him.

Scott had knocked on his bedroom door when the limo arrived and was clad in a navy blue suit jacket. His button down, jeans, and shoes were black. It made his pale skin and blonde hair stand out and his blue eyes pop.

Mitch is sure that, together, they look like the ultimate power couple.

"Your limo awaits," Scott smiles, gestures toward the white luxury car. He opens the door for Mitch, holds his hand as the small man bends down into the car. He settles himself into the seat and is shortly after joined by Scott, snuggling up against him. "I got top of the line," Scott giggles, grabbing the champagne bottle and two glasses.

Mitch smiles, "of course you did."

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Their ride takes a while, it seems, and they both get very tipsy fairly quickly. Mitch enjoys the buzz, loves the tingle of champagne in his throat, and Scott's smile and touches get sloppier with every glass he downs. It appears like they have an endless supply of bubbly.

Mitch's cheeks tint pink, start to match his fluffy coat, and Scott gets more brave, lets his hands linger on Mitch's thighs, lets them brush against his skin.

Before long, they're kissing, champagne now abandoned in favor of some romantic intimacy.

Mitch delights in the way Scott lazily gropes him, presses his large warm palm against the growing bulge in his tight pants. Scott drags his tongue lazily against Mitch's straight teeth, the alcohol that lingers on their breath making the kiss all the more intense.

He mewls into Scott's mouth, squirms under his touch. His hips cant upward, search for the warmth and friction that Scott's palm can give him.

Scott makes a quiet noise, it's deep and registers in the back of his throat, and before Mitch knows it, he's being pressed backward onto the long seat of the limousine. Scott's hands shove his skinny jeans down to his ankles, push his thighs as far apart as possible. Mitch reaches his arms around Scott's broad frame, trails his fingers up the back of his shirt, and his nails find purchase on the milky skin there, scraping when Scott rolls his hips.

Mitch loves feeling Scott's back tense, loves to feel his shoulders tighten as he adjusts so that he is hovering over him. It has Mitch biting his lip, his head tilting back as Scott boxes him in. A few strands from his coif fall loose, hang in between them, and Scott is panting quietly as he continues lazily rutting his hips against Mitch.

"Scott," he groans, lets one of his hands slide from behind Scott, reaching in between them to push annoyedly at Scott's navy jacket. "Want you," he mumbles, slides his hand down Scott's toned stomach, palms at his hard cock through his tented pants.

"Fuck," Scott bites at his lip, glances at Mitch's face with glossy blue eyes. "Okay," he gasps, pushes his pants down quickly, enough to expose his leaking cock. He lines himself up with Mitch, shoves two slicked fingers inside, and Mitch thinks he must be more than tipsy since he doesn't recollect Scott ever even grabbing for lube. He's happy, nonetheless.

"Oh god," Mitch whines, squirms underneath the blonde. His fingers feel so good, but still not enough. Mitch knows it's a lot, feels the slight burn since Scott is going quickly, giving him little time to adjust before he's scissoring his fingers, stretching him.

But god, Mitch wants more, wants Scott's cock splitting him open, like now.

His fingers dig into his back, his shoulder, his arm, "Scott - please, please - fuck."

Scott locks eyes with him, spreads his fingers one more time before pulling them out abruptly, "okay, yeah." He settles himself between Mitch's legs, grips firmly onto his hips, and Mitch is almost quivering with need at this point, just wants Scott inside of him.

He presses the tip of his cock against his boyfriend until he's all lined up, and then he is driving into him, pressing deep inside of Mitch. There's a loud gasp, a lewd moan, and neither is sure which sound they make. Mitch's fingers dig painfully into Scott's back, his eyes slammed shut as he attempts to calm his breathing, compose himself a bit as he adjusts to the feel of being split open by Scott's cock.

Scott mouths lazily at his neck, leaves a sloppy trail of saliva along his collarbone, his jaw. Mitch squirms on his cock, moans quietly before begging, "Scott, move, please - fuck me."

He lets out a feral growl, his hips beginning to thrust, and he sets a quick pace, fucking Mitch brutally.

Mitch's gucci is gathering at his elbows, hands latched into Scott's back as he fucks into him. With each thrust, Mitch is pushed higher up the seat, only his legs wrapped around Scott keeping them connected.

"Scott," he gasps, throws his head back against the seat. Scott takes the open opportunity to attack Mitch's exposed neck with sloppy filthy kisses.

"Hmm?" he hums, hands digging into Mitch's fur coat, pressing into his hips.

"Fuck me," Mitch whines, rolls his hips down haphazardly to meet Scott's quick thrusts, tries to find that one spot.

But then his legs are being pulled from Scott's waist, as his tall boyfriend leans up, detaches his lips from Mitch's marked neck.

He's being bent in half, knees being pushed up by his head as Scott maneuvers his body. There's a slight sting, his body not very used to the stretch, but it's minimal and Mitch doesn't even think to complain when Scott drives his hips forward, pushes his cock so deep into his ass.

Mitch gasps, loudly. The new angle is exceptional, causes Scott's cock to hit that perfect bundle of nerves with every single thrust, and Mitch is being driven closer and closer to his orgasm.

"Scott - oh, fuck!" He moans. His prostate is being absolutely abused, and it makes his toes curl, his back arch.

"Come on, baby," he groans, grabs for Mitch cock, stokes him quickly. He whispers, "come for me," but it's when he teases a finger into Mitch right alongside his thick cock that has Mitch screaming, coating his chest with come.

"Scott," he gasps, body sinking as his boyfriend continues to fuck him, hips jerking erratically. He's close, Mitch can tell. "Come - Scott, come inside me."

Scott moans, "wanna," before his hips still. He leans forward, letting out a lewd groan as he captures Mitch's lips. It's a filthy kiss, all tongue and teeth.

It takes a minute for Scott to pull out, his chest heaving as he flops onto the limousine seat by Mitch's feet. He glances over, smiles at Mitch sweetly.

"God, you look so pretty, Mitchie."

"Yeah?" Mitch smiles, glances at him through half-lidded eyes.

"Mhm," Scott lets his eyes take over his body. "You're in your pretty and expensive coat with sex hair and glossy eyes and all covered in come - this is wet dream material."

Mitch rolls his eyes, shoves Scott a bit with his foot. "Shut up."

"Make me," Scott teases.

"Oh? You're ready for round two?" He asks, sitting up slowly and moving to straddle Scott.

Scott nods eagerly, "God, I love limos."