the book of fluff (that usually isn't)

hurts so good pt. 2 (xxx)

this is wild

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trigger warning: mentions of drugs

The next morning, Scott walked into breakfast with a possessive arm around Mitch's waist. Mitch followed him timidly, glancing around fearfully at all of the criminals. Scott led him up to the food line with a proud smirk, showing off the boy on his arm.

"Look, Hoying's got a new toy," Frank Green muttered to Robert Anderson, both of them convicted for murder. They eyed the small boy hungrily, taking their gazes down his body. "He's pretty, but I bet he'd look even prettier with his lips wrapped around my cock," Robert muttered back, licking his lips.

Murmurs rippled through the cafeteria, the words variations of Frank and Robert's conversation. Scott chuckled and squeezed Mitch's waist, holding his tray and giving Mitch his. Mitch held onto it with both hands and pressed closer to him as he led him to a table in the corner of the cafeteria. Scott set their trays on the table and sat down, then pulled Mitch into his lap, kissing his neck. Mitch blushed and shyly placed his hands over Scott's, feeling the criminals' gazes on him. "D-Daddy, they're staring," he whispered, shrinking into himself. Scott smirked and turned his head to peck his lips. "They're jealous, baby girl. They want you for themselves, but you're mine, and they know I don't like to share." Mitch blushed more and hid his face in Scott's neck, and the older man smirked wider as he rubbed Mitch's thigh. His touch was purely possessive, but Mitch still spread his legs a bit wider to give him better access.

A few minutes later, Scott was feeding Mitch his macaroni and cheese, watching his tongue occasionally dart out to lick the stray cheese on his lip with darkening eyes. "Fuck, kitten. If you keep this up you're not going to be able to walk for a week after I'm done with you," he growled, and Mitch flushed bright red, shyly meeting Scott's eyes. "Sorry, Daddy," he whispered, but Scott just leaned forward to kiss him filthily.

Scott buried his face in Mitch's neck, sucking and nibbling on his skin. Mitch had his eyes closed, and he was holding onto Scott's jumpsuit to keep himself up, his head tilted back against Scott's shoulder to give him better access. Soft pants left his lips, his nails digging into the skin of Scott's side as he tried to hold back the moans threatening to escape his lips. Only he heard when Frank cleared his throat, and he slowly opened his eyes to see Frank and Robert watching him hungrily and licking their lips. Mitch flushed red and pushed at Scott's arms in an effort to get him to stop. "D-Daddy," he whispered hoarsely, but Scott just hummed softly in acknowledgement and bit down on Mitch's sweet spot. Mitch moaned, but he soon bit his lip to quiet himself and blushed even more. "D-Daddy, th-there's someone h-here."

Slowly, Scott lifted his head up from Mitch's neck and glared at Frank and Robert. "May I help you?" Frank nodded, tearing his eyes away from Mitch's lips. "Yes, actually. We were wondering if you'd be willing to share your slut. It's been a long time since we've had someone to fuck." Scott's eyes darkened immediately and his grip tightened on Mitch's waist. "Fuck each other, then," he said simply, burying his face in Mitch's neck once more. Mitch's breathing hitched and his eyes fluttered closed again, digging his fingers into Scott's thighs. However, Robert cleared his threat as well, and Scott slowly looked up, clearly annoyed. "What?" he snapped.

"I can get you some drugs if you let me fuck him."

"No."

"Are you sure? Fresh cocaine."

"Shut the fuck up," Scott snarled, holding Mitch both protectively and possessively. "He's mine. Leave him the fuck alone." Robert rolled his eyes and held his hands up defensively. "Sorry, asshole. Maybe you should let the whore decide who he wants to fuck him tonight," he said rudely, sharing a knowing smirk with Frank.