reflection | scömìche

chapter eighteen

i suck

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They lasted about a week before Mitch couldn't take it anymore. He missed Scott's hands on his body, he missed his lips against his own, he missed the way Scott felt inside of him. He needed him, and he needed him now.

Mitch forced himself to crawl into his tent after training, and he waited impatiently for John to go to bed. Once he was absolutely positive he was asleep, he crept out of us tent and scampered through the grass to Scott's, and he didn't bother to make his presence known before he burst in and attacked Scott in a desperate kiss.

Scott's eyes widened, but as soon as he recognized the boy as Mitch, he kissed back and allowed his eyes to droop closed again. Mitch hungrily unbuttoned Scott's shirt and shoved it off of his shoulders, his body humming with need. "Mitchy?" Scott mumbled against his lips, clearly confused. Mitch whined quietly and pulled away from the kiss, dropping to his knees and fumbling with the button on Scott's pants. "Need you inside me. Now," he whispered feverishly, finally managing to undo it and pushing Scott's pants and boxers down.

Scott's eyes darkened and he threw Mitch into the bed, crawling over him to kiss him passionately once more. Mitch wrapped his arms around Scott's neck and tangled his fingers in Scott's hair, tugging on it desperately. Scott quickly licked his way into Mitch's mouth and explored hungrily — he too missed having Mitch underneath him.

As they made out, Scott reached down to take Mitch's shirt off, succeeding much more quickly and gracefully than Mitch did. Mitch sucked in a breath when he felt Scott's teeth along his collarbone, his back arching slightly off of the bed. Scott trailed kisses down his body, making the occasional nip at his skin to mark the boy as his own. "Wear a shirt tomorrow," he whispered against his lips, pulling Mitch's pants off of his hips to mark up his thighs. Mitch's breathing was quick and shallow, and his grip on Scott's hair was tightening as he felt his body light afire wherever Scott touched him. "Please," he begged desperately. "Please, sir."

"Please what?" Scott murmured teasingly, sucking a mark into the creamy skin of Mitch's thighs. Mitch moaned and arched his back slightly, growing more needy by the minute. "Please," he gasped, "please fuck me."

Scott didn't need to be told twice. With a low growl, he got up and kissed him roughly as he pushed into him. Mitch moaned into the kiss and arched his back more, wrapping his legs around Scott's waist. "Yessssss," he hissed, pulling him closer. "You feel so good." Scott growled again and began to move since Mitch didn't show any signs of pain, forcing his tongue into Mitch's mouth and exploring hungrily.

Mitch was a moaning mess underneath him, chanting Scott's name like it was the only word he knew as he dragged his nails down Scott's back with each thrust. Scott eventually had enough of the stinging pain and easily pinned Mitch's wrists down over his head, and he used this as leverage, roughly slamming into him. Mitch cried out and arched his back, his fingers curling into themselves. "Yes. More. Please, Daddy."

Scott complied. Soon, Mitch was practically screaming Scott's name, and he was so loud that Scott had to kiss him in order to keep him quiet. "You sound so fucking gorgeous," Scott growled against Mitch's lips, picking up his pace. Mitch knew he was nearing his release, but he couldn't manage to force out a warning before he came all over their chests. Scott groaned at the sight and followed right after, releasing deep inside of him.

The only sound in the room was their panting as Scott gingerly pulled out of his boy and cleaned him up sloppily. Mitch smiled sleepily and snuggled into Scott's chest as soon as he was laying beside him again, his eyes already closing.  "Wow," he mumbled.

They finally fell asleep in each other's arms once more.