Scomiche Smut (And Sometimes Fluff)

i missed you

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Scott threw Mitch against the wall powerfully, causing the boy to let out a desperate whimper. He attacked his mouth with his own, licking and nipping at Mitch's lower lip. Mitch opened his mouth, allowing Scott's tongue to slip into his mouth. It was a hungry kiss — not passionless. Just hungry.

It was rare when Mitch could catch Scott like this — lust-driven. Usually, Scott was sweet, gentle. He liked to take things slow and indulge in the "romantic" side of the physical. But tonight was different; Scott had been in Texas for over a week and, well, he was a grown man. A grown man with needs.

Scott hadn't even taken the time to put away his luggage — as soon as he opened the door to see Mitch's waiting arms, he'd thrown him against a wall and placed kisses along his jaw, his neck, his shoulder. Anywhere with easy access. He'd directed Mitch to his bedroom, not hearing any objections from the smaller boy, which he took as an invitation to continue.

Mitch was enjoying himself, if his moans every now and then were any indication. And if they both were having a good time, why stop?

"Holy hell Mitch i've missed you."

Scott mumbled against Mitch's lips.

Scott felt strong on nights like this. Dominant. Powerful. He felt in control. Because every little touch, every kiss, every movement he made had some affect on Mitch. And sometimes, Scott liked to let this feeling take over his body.

"I don't... have protection..." Mitch murmured between kisses. Scott normally would've blushed at such a blunt reference to sex from Mitch, but tonight, he indulged in it. He didn't care about condoms, or lube, or whatever the hell else he might need. No, that stuff only mattered to Scott if it mattered to Mitch.

"I don't care if you don't," Scott whispered huskily into Mitch's ear. Mitch bit back another noise. But one of its own erupted from Scott's chest, which diminished any resolve Mitch had had.

"Oh fuck no. I don't care at all,"
Mitch said eagerly, gripping the edge of Scott's shirt.
"But I do care that we've been kissing forever and neither of us are naked."

Scott was quick to comply, taking the hem of Mitch's shirt and yanking it over his head and off of his body. Mitch, still not completely satisfied with the situation as Scott was still fully-clothed, began undoing the buttons of Scott's shirt, helping Scott in dropping it from his shoulders.

"I want you so badly right now,"
Scott said, breathing heavily. Mitch nodded, his mouth to occupied to form words. Scott pulled Mitch backward until they were both lying down on the bed. Mitch moved to straddle Scott, one leg on either side of his topless body.

They continued to explore each other with their mouths, Mitch kissing up and down Scott's flawless pale chest, down his abdomen, stopping right above his waistline. Scott began to thrust eratically against Mitch's own erection, trying his best to refrain but failing miserably.

Scott flipped their bodies so he was now on top of Mitch. He unbuttoned Mitch's sinfully tight jeans, jerking them off in one swift, fluid motion. He continued to do the same with his boxers until Mitch was lying naked and writhing underneath Scott's body. The same sense of control hit Scott, and he loved it.

Mitch made a move to undo Scott's jeans, but Scott caught his hand with his own. "I'll do it," he said, unzipping his pants and slowly, so slowly, removing them from his body. Mitch watched with a look of pure lust in his eyes, gulping as he could see Scott's erection straining through his boxers.

"Fuck, Scott," Mitch swore.
"That's the idea,"
Scott muttered. He leaned down, pressing his chest flat against Mitch's, until his lips were right beside of Mitch's ear. "I'm going to fuck you like there's no tomorrow, Mitch."

And, hell, if Mitch could've seen Scott's face as he spoke, he would've come right then and there.

"Get inside me," Mitch demanded, biting his lip in anticipation. He reached over to the nightstand for the bottle of lube he kept stored there, but Scott swatted his hand away.

"Shh," he said. "Don't move."

Mitch didn't have to be told twice.

When he noticed that Mitch was listening, he reached for the bottle of lube himself, popping open the cap. Mitch watched impatiently as Scott squeezed a small amount of lube onto his hands, rubbing it between his fingers in an effort to warm it. Mitch whimpered helplessly, moving his hand slowly to grasp around his erect member and —

"No moving," Scott said sternly. Begrudingly, Mitch removed his hand, only to have the sensation replaced with Scott moving his finger to his hole. Mitch jumped at the intrusion, but loved it nonetheless.

"Holy shit," he breathed out. Scott ignored it, pumping his finger in and out of Mitch and speeding up his pace. Soon, he added another, then another. Mitch was practically moaning Scott's name by now, squirming underneath Scott.

"Please," Mitch said desperately. Scott had tried to hold this out, make it last as long as possible. But, fuck, Mitch was lying down underneath him, looking so needy and ready and just...

Scott removed his fingers, pulling out the bottle of lube to coat his cock with it. Mitch closed his eyes, listening to the deep breathing of Scott and letting it soothe him.

Scott lined himself up with Mitch's now-stretched entrance. He looked to Mitch, as if asking permission. Mitch nodded wordlessly, and it was all the encouragement Scott needed to continue.

Scott slowly pushed himself into Mitch, doing his best to resist just thrusting in all together because, hell, it felt so good. But he couldn't hurt Mitch, even when he was like this.

"More," Mitch begged. Scott was eager to comply, pushing further and further into Mitch's tight heat until he was fully enveloped in Mitch. "Move," Mitch asked in a quiet, pleading voice. Once again, Scott did so obediently.

Scott pulled out once again, only to slam back into Mitch. Mitch let out a noise of pleasure, though it was quiet in comparison to the sounds Scott was making. It'd been too long since they'd been like this — so caught up in passion and lust and not caring what the world said.

Scott's thrusts became erratic, a heat coiling in the pit of his stomach. He knew what was going to happen next, and he'd be damned if Mitch didn't get there first.

Scott slid his hand down Mitch's chest until he was right above his dick. He wrapped his hand around the shaft, stroking up and down in a rhythmic pattern until Mitch was coming hot and fast all over himself and Scott. At the sight, Scott, too, came undone and was streaming across the bed.

Panting heavily, Scott fell down beside Mitch on the bed, staring at the ceiling in pure bliss.

Mitch leaned over, whispering in Scott's ear, "So, need help unpacking?"