Scomiche One Shots

Watched*

Idk about you, but I'm doin my thang (;
Prompt: while being watched

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Mitch sighs, leaning back into Scott's chest as he trails his left hand along his lower abs. All he has on are tight little shorts, what Scott picked out for him.

"Go ahead," Scott hums, his chest thrumming and sending vibrations through Mitch's bones. With a shaky breath, Mitch teases his hand into his tight shorts, slowly pulls his cock out and strokes himself slowly. He's painfully hard, breath quickened as he feels everyone watching. He squeezes his eyes shut, can't bare to look at the strangers around him.

"Daddy," he whispers, pushing back into Scott's chest as he tugs at his cock.

"That's good, angel. You're doing so good." Scott says quietly into his ear, running his big, warm hands down Mitch's small biceps. He presses a kiss to the back of Mitch's neck, smiling against his skin when Mitch lets a wild moan loose. He reaches his right hand down between his legs, fondles at his balls and strokes his cock faster. He arches his back, head leaning back into the crook of Scott's shoulder. Mitch lets his eyes fall open, panting as he locks eyes with Scott.

"Yeah, that's it. You love putting on a show, huh?"

Mitch chokes on a whimper, squeezing at the base of his cock to stop from coming too soon. "Yes, love it, Daddy." He hasn't looked at the small crowd in the room they'd booked at the club, and he lets his head drop, glancing at the few silhouettes crowded around him and Scott. It looks like it's mostly subs, their doms holding them close much like Scott is holding him. Mitch bites at his lip, all eyes on him as he jerks himself off. He hisses when he feels Scott's fingers dig into his sides, "oh yes."

"Keep going, angel. Stroke that pretty cock for all of us." Scott rasps quietly into Mitch's ear, biting gently at his lobe and tugging.

Mitch whines, toes curling as heat coils in his belly. He tugs at his cock quickly, pushing himself closer to the edge.

"Please," Mitch gasps, back arching as his knees shake. "Can I come, Daddy? Please."

"Of course, sweet thing." Scott purrs. "Come, darling."

Mitch whines pathetically, his right hand reaching behind him to thread into Scott's hair as his left brings him to a climax. He comes in spurts, leaking onto the ground. Scott soothes a hand down his arm, his sides, planting kisses along his neck as he regains his breath.

"Show's over," Scott commands, the small crowd standing and nodding their respect before exiting their room. Mitch lets his eyes fall shut, leaning his full weight back into Scott who holds him securely. "Such a good boy," Scott hums sweetly, and that's all Mitch needs to hear to know that it's time to come up, time for some tender aftercare.

"Thank you, Daddy." He smiles, nuzzling back into Scott's, waiting for the sweet touches that are bound to follow.