Scomiche Smut (And Sometimes Fluff)

Valentines Ass

✂️I KNOW IT'S LATE I AM SORRY THAT I'M LAZY (thanks to someone for helping edit. Idk if they want to be named)

Mitch wasn’t always so sure that it was a good thing that Scott knew him so well. With a single look Scott could turn his legs to jelly, and just his words could make Mitch shiver, pleasure tingling up his spine and making him shudder with arousal. Not to mention when he actually touched Mitch, running his fingers lightly all over Mitch’s body, teasing and pleasing, torturous and so, so good.

So he guessed it wasn’t really a surprise that Scott knew what he wanted so easily. Perhaps he’d noticed the way Mitch’s breath caught whenever he came close to licking him down there, or maybe he’d heard the way Mitch whined in his throat whenever Scott fingered him, desperately wanting more.

He hadn’t expected anything out of the ordinary for Valentines Day, really. He’d supposed that they’d do something sweet and romantic. He’d expected them to pick out flowers together, and to get coffees and accidentally get whipped cream on their noses, kissing it off each other. He’d thought that they’d cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie with popcorn on their laps, and he’d thought that maybe they’d make nice, slow love that night.

And my god, was he was fucking mistaken.

He hadn’t even gotten a chance to wake up before Scott was on him. He’d been dragged straight from his dreams by the feeling of Scott’s lips on his neck, sucking and licking. His fingers pushed up Mitch’s shirt, trailing slowly over his belly, playing with the hair under his navel, running up his sides, over his ribs, making Mitch twitch as he ran them teasingly over his nipples.

“W-what are you doing?” Mitch gasped, finally realizing what was happening, that he was awake and this was real and Scott’s tiny touches were driving him mad.

“Waking you up,” Scott said easily, before he slid onto Mitch’s lap and tugged Mitch’s shirt over his head, tousling his already messy hair. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy, ugh! V-Valentine’s Day,” Mitch groaned, as Scott had leaned down as he was speaking, licking over Mitch’s nipple and sucking it into his mouth.

Scott then tugged Mitch’s boxers off and tossed them to the floor, and Mitch felt that peculiar embarrassed feeling come back, the one that he always got when he was naked, while Scott was clothed. At the beginning of their now year old relationship (Mitch had asked Scott to get coffee with him last year,  tripping and stumbling over words, and an entirely too red face) Mitch had felt this way every time they introduced a new sexual thing.

Running his hands lightly over Mitch’s hips, down his thighs, just barely on the insides of his thighs, Scott smiled up at him. Mitch spread his legs more, a bit desperately, trying to get Scott to touch him where he wanted it. This was greeted only with a smirk, however, and left Mitch feeling flustered and exposed and so turned on.

“Please,” Mitch said, and Scott’s hands were on his chest again, and he was arching into them. Scott had admitted before that he loved seeing Mitch so needy and desperate, which was why he loved to tease him so much. Sometimes Scott would go on like this forever, leaving Mitch flustered and whimpering and begging for his touch, his release, and only then would Scott grant it to him. Today wasn’t like that however, and as Scott ran his hands up to his shoulders, squeezing gently and massaging, Mitch humming in return, he leaned lower to Mitch, his mouth brushing against Mitch’s ear.

“What do you want, Mitch?” Scott whispered, and now his left hand was back to Mitch’s nipple, and Mitch could barely think.

“You,” he managed to stutter, his breathing was getting shakier by the minute, and he wanted Scott so badly, wanted their bodies tangled together, sweaty and sliding against one another, hands clenching to backs and shoulders and bodies writhing together, pressing together, coming together.