Scomiche One Shots

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So I had to republish because it wouldn't let anyone comment... hopefully this works..
This has hints of Scomarson and Meau in it but the main ship portrayed is Scomiche. If it's not you're cup of tea, don't drink it. However, I did work super hard on it, so I hope you read it AND enjoy it. Leave lots of comments if you do, please! Thank you!!

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Mitch is settled in Beau's lap, a big hand resting on his thigh while the other plays with the hair at the back of his neck. There's a heavy collar around his throat, bringing him down into a foggy headspace where all he knows and feels is Beau. He shimmies a little, wants to be more settled against Beau's warm chest, but he does his best not to block his dom's view of the club, knows Beau is on a look out for somebody to play with Mitch.

The hand at the back of his neck rests firmly around his neck, now, fingers brushing the collar and the junction of his neck and his shoulder. Mitch shivers.

"I think I've found the one, baby." Beau whispers, pressing a kiss to the shell of Mitch's ear. He points subtly with the hand that had been resting on Mitch's thigh, and Mitch does his best to follow his gaze, eyes landing on a group of three. There's a collared boy standing between two shorter men, and Mitch's breath catches at how beautiful they all look.

"Gorgeous," he whispers. The blonde sub's eyes meet his own and Mitch holds back a whine at how blissed out he looks, wonders if he looks the same.

"Up," Beau commands, the heavy leather of a leash slipping through the loop of his collar as he's pushed gently off Beau's lap. He lets Beau guide him to the group of men, standing behind him once they've approached. The two men seem to subconsciously step in front of the tall collared blonde and address Beau with a nod. Mitch watches the exchange silently, head angled down submissively. He can feel eyes on him and glances through his peripherals to notice the tall sub watching him.

"Hello," one of the doms says quietly. Mitch zones out then, only really catches that the two doms are named Mark and Mason, and Scott is their sub that Mitch thinks is really pretty. He wants to taste his pale skin so badly.

"Sound good, Princess?" Beau asks, cupping Mitch's jaw to grab his attention.

Mitch blinks confusedly, "I'm sorry. Could you repeat your question, sir?"

"These two doms are willing to let you play with their sub. Does that sound fun?"

Mitch smiles softly, "yes, sir. Please."

Both subs eagerly follow their doms, and Mitch bites at his lip when he notices the pretty chain-link leads attached to Scott's thin, white-leather cuffs. His wrists are locked together in front of him, and they rest right by the bulge of his tight shiny shorts.

They're led to a private room of the club, a few couches and a plush rug are the only furniture in the dimly-lit room. Mitch knows some other rooms have some kinky toys and accents, but he assumes his and Scott's doms chose this one for a reason.

Beau lets the other three get comfortable, allowing them the center of the room where they speak quietly to their tall sub, while he and Mitch stand off to the side. Mitch is pressed closely to Beau's side, the leash loosely gripped while he pets his hair.

"If you don't feel safe at any point, your safewords will stop everything. I'll be watching, along with the two other doms. If either of you safeword, the scene will stop. Understand, baby?"

"Yes, sir."

"And what are those safewords?"

"Yellow and red."