Scomiche One Shots

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This is Scomarson (Scott, Mason, and Mark) and Scott BOTTOMS so! just don't read if it's not your cup of tea. Alrighty, without further ado, enjoy this filthy one shot (and comment lots)!

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Scott scrolls through countless notifications, sleepy and sated from last night. His big bed is empty, but he can hear the clang of pans and the sound of plates being set, and staying right here just seems so nice. He hears the click of the bedroom door open, but stays on his belly, phone in hand.

Scott smiles, feeling the bed dip and a warm figure push close to him. He tries to guess who it is without peeling his sleepy eyes away from his phone, but their scent isn't enough to go by and he turns his head to find Mark pressed against his side.

"Hi babe," Scott hums, swiping at his phone. Mark nuzzles his forehead into Scott's shoulder, leaning away only to press a kiss to his bare skin.

"Mornin'. Mason is making breakfast. I wanted to wake you up with, uh," he blushes cutely, "my mouth, but he said we tired you out enough last night."

"I would've loved that." Scott whines, rolling his shoulders. He's only a little sore.

Mark juts out his bottom lip, "next time." He leans forward and kisses Scott quickly before pushing himself up off the bed. Scott admires his slim form in only boxers, biting at his lip. "Nope," Mark laughs. "Don't look at me like that. It's time for breakfast."

"I think I'd rather eat you up," Scott teases.

"Stop!" Mark gasps, "get up! Breakfast, now."

Scott shivers at Mark's commanding tone, rolling over and exposing himself. Mark sighs, reaching down to grab Scott's underwear off the floor and chucking it at him. "Thanks, Marky."

"Shut up," he rolls his eyes. "Come on, Mason is waiting."

Scott stumbles into his boxers and follows Mark out into the kitchen where Mason has set up plates for the three of them. They eat together, joke and laugh. And then Mason stands, clears their plates and Mark moves to stand behind Scott. He presses a kiss to the top of his head as his hands slide down Scott's bare chest, his nails scraping his flesh gently.

"That feels good," Scott hums, leaning back.

"I can make you feel so good," Mark whispers, nipping at Scott's jaw. He pushes the stool Scott is sitting on, lets it swivel and spin Scott around. He drops to his knees with a wicked smile, running his hands along Scott's pale thighs and letting his lips follow, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to his inner thighs. Scott moans softly as his cock is eased out of his boxers, gasping and throwing his head back as Mark sucks the tip into his mouth. He pants, Mark bobbing his head and massaging his thighs as Mason moves in the kitchen behind them. Eventually, he steps forward, around the island, shirtless and pretty. Mason runs a hand soothingly through Mark's hair as he sucks enthusiastically at Scott's cock. His other hand finds its way into Scott's soft blonde locks, tugging his head toward him and swallowing his moans with sloppy kisses.

Scott moans shamelessly into Mason's mouth, gripping at his arm and reaching down to scrape at Mark's scalp as that telltale heat coils in his gut. He pulls reluctantly away from Mason's warm mouth, pressing their foreheads together as he pants out a warning to Mark.

"Close, fuck. So close." He risks a glance down, whimpering when Mark flutters his lashes at him and pops his cock out of his mouth to mouth at his balls and stroke him quickly. "Yes, yes," Scott whines.

"Yeah, give it to me," Mark hums against his thigh, pressing his cheek there and opening his mouth wide. Scott throws his head back, digging his nails into Mason's bicep and coming. He paints Mark's face, a streak along his cheek, jaw, nose. Mark strokes him through it, milking his cock until he's all spent, and Mason nips and kisses at his jaw and neck as he regains his breath.