Scomiche OneShots

... And Don't Forget to Hang Up Your Sock

A/n
Heyyy bitch. So um yeah, this is the sequel (prequel?.... companion?) to the Holiday Season one shot, which is (you guessed it) holiday themed. Yes, I know it's mid-January. Yes, I know I'm late. Who even knows if this is good, but if I didn't slide it into your notifications now, I would never do it. Issa raunchy one btw. Have fun ✨

Mitch woke up cradling one of Scott's hands to his chest. His first sight on Christmas morning was the golden sparkle of his wedding ring set. (Princess cut, 2.5 karat. Scott would've got the 7K, but Mitch said it was much too gaudy). He smiled at their hands, the way Scott's ring complemented his perfectly.

Speaking of, Mitch started to feel soft lips on the back of his neck.

"Good morning, Gorgeous," they whispered.

"Good morning, Daddy. Big day today."

"You're right. We better get up and at 'em. I picked out your PJs for brunch, go get dressed."

Mitch stepped into the walk-in closet. On his dresser sat a white box with black tissue paper. Knowing Scott, this was only present No. 1 of the day. He loved spoiling Mitch rotten.

Scott propped himself up on the headboard smugly, both arms behind his head. He heard Mitch tearing into his gift, his cute little gasps and giggles at the box's contents. "Scott Richard Hoying!"

"Yes, baby."

Mitch strut back into the bedroom, slamming the giftbox on their bed. "There is no WAY I am wearing all that!"

Scott chuckled at Mitch, knowing it would be so easy to persuade him to comply. All he had to say was:

"Be a good boy, darlin'. Don't you trust me?"

The brunet's eyes softened and Scott knew he'd have no trouble getting what he wanted.
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"Okay, you all! Happy Holidays! See you at New Year's!"

Mitch stood on the snowy front porch in his gray silk pajamas and blush pink fuzzy slippers, crossing his arms over himself after waving his houseguests goodbye. Scott stalked behind him, directing a polite wave to the departing families, before lowering his mouth to Mitch's ear.

"Go on inside, baby."

Mitch felt an almost electric pulse run through him. He tried to glance up at Scott, but his man's attention was already back on the cars pulling out of the driveway. Mitch blushed and scurried into the doorway. He knew what was coming.

Hurry up and get these people out of our house. I want my Christmas present.

He rested his back against the far wall of the living room, waiting for Scott to come back inside. He wondered if he should start taking off his clothes, or if Scott wanted to do that.

His thoughts were interrupted by his husband slamming the door behind him, leisurely walking towards Mitch, his eyes focused like he was hunting.

"I gotta tell you, babydoll. I haven't been a good boy this year." Scott finally reached Mitch, trapping him against the wall.

"No?"

"Not in the least. That's why I have to take my gift instead." He reached into the front of Mitch's pants, gripping his lace-clad crotch just hard enough to make him squeal. Scott smirked at how flustered his baby was already.

"Lemme see what you've got on under all this wrapping, baby."

Scott got on his knees to shimmy Mitch's pants to his ankles, caressing each leg from top to bottom as he slipped the silky garment off his body. He kissed the inside of the boy's soft, smooth thighs, enjoying the quiet sounds of contentment Mitch made. Every now and then, Scott would snap the suspender on his snow white garter belt, or kiss the hard arousal hidden by matching open back panties, amusing himself like a child playing with his favorite toy.

He reached behind to the boy's entrance, grinning up at Mitch when his nail tapped something hard and glasslike. He rose to his feet and made quick work of unbuttoning Mitch's shirt.

"Gorgeous, baby. Just thinking about you serving the family breakfast, saying grace, and all the while you're plugged up for me. Wearing all this under your Christmas pajamas."

Mitch's ears and cheeks turned pink with embarrassment. "No more teasing."

"Let me have my present, honey. No need to rush." He slid his hands back to the plug, pressing it a little deeper.

"My lewd little wife, plugged and ready for me. You know how much I love you, right?"

"Mmmm, yes. I love you too, Daddy."

"That's right, honey. Turn around for me."

Mitch lay his hands flat against the wall, arching his back and presenting himself for his husband. The plug slipped out and Scott shoved his own pajama pants down enough to pull himself out perfunctorily. All that mattered was being in Mitch as soon as humanly possible.

"Ohh, God. Scott I--I love you. I love you so much baby, please."

"Shhh... I love you too, gorgeous. Just relax and take me." They've been intimate with each other since they were sixteen, but every single time, Mitch sobs and mewls like he's being deflowered. Scott loved how Mitch would cry from the overstimulation, how both of their worlds would shrink down to just the other person.

Scott wound his arms tightly around Mitch's middle, working himself deeper. Mitch responded with pitiful whimpers. He searched for purchase on the wall in front of him, but instead he found himself clinging to Scott's flexed forearms.

Scott fucked into the love of his life furiously, hoping that it would force him to submit after such a stressful holiday. If Mitch was far enough under, he would let Scott take care of him. He would crave Scott's attention and protection, almost as much as Scott craves Mitch every day.

"I'm-- oh, Scott."

"Let go for me, Angel. C'mon."

A wet spot formed in the front of his lacy underwear and every muscle in his body contracted, then relaxed. He collapsed forward, his face and forearms pressed against the wall, allowing himself to be used. Scott took the opportunity to brand the image before him into his mind. A proper Christmas Angel, plucked straight from the heavens, defiled by his own hands.

"Jesus, baby. I could do this all day. How about I fuck you straight into the new year, huh?" Mitch just nodded tearfully, too spent to be anything other than agreeable.

Scott shivered and bucked his hips forward until he released inside his babydoll. He made quick work of plugging Mitch back up, feeling smug about his warm claim being kept in the boy. He turned Mitch around to gather him in his arms, before carrying the him into their bedroom.

As Scott lay him down, he searched Mitch's eyes, assessing his emotions and gauging just how deep under he was. He could see that he was sated, exhausted, a little embarrassed. Scott smiled satisfactorily and climbed into his side of the king bed. "Come here, honey," he beckoned, knowing that Mitch would want to lay on his chest.

Mitch keened and scrambled to close the distance between them, needing Scott's comfort, his control, his safety. He wanted to hear his husband's heartbeat, knowing for certain that it was all he'd ever need to survive.

"Love you, Daddy."

"I love you more, angel. Good Christmas?"

"Yeah."

"You still have some gifts left, but sleep first. Okay?"

"Yes, daddy. So good to me."

Scott waited for Mitch's breath to even out, then took the opportunity to kiss his love as he fell asleep. His mouth was lax and soft, and when Scott slipped his tongue past Mitch's lips, there was no battle for dominance. Mitch was his in every sense. That was the way they both preferred it.