Scomiche One Shots

Private*

Oooo what's this?? Masturbation??? Yes sis.
Prompt: in a semi public area

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Scott had reserved the room. He'd scouted the library for the most private room and reserved it for two hours.

It was small, only one table that seats 4 and a small whiteboard in the windowless room. Scott had said there were only a few rooms like this, without access to the outside.

Mitch was to meet him now, to walk down the library halls, past other students and into their reserved room.

His bag is secure on his back, his phone clutched in his hand as he gets closer to room 4D. He thinks he looks guilty, like everyone knows his boyfriend is about to make him come in their small room.

Scott is sitting at the table, long legs thrown up and resting on it as he scrolls through his phone. He looks up excitedly when he hears the door open, moving to stand.

Mitch shuts the door behind himself, almost surprised to not find a lock on the knob. But then he remembers this is a library, and why would they have locks on the doors?

Scott is on him as soon as it's secure, hands sliding up his side, cupping his face to bring him into a wet kiss. He pushes his tongue into Mitch's mouth, groans quietly at the way Mitch almost goes slack, submitting to him so willingly.

Mitch pushes at Scott's chest, gets him seated back in the chair as he shoulders off his bag. He climbs into Scott's lap when he's finished, straddles his hips and grinds down. He's already hard and the friction feels wonderful.

"Baby," Scott gasps. "Did you do what I asked?"

Mitch whines, nodding his head as he leans forward to take Scott's lips.

"Show me," he groans quietly.

Mitch sighs, pushing off his lap. He undoes the button on his pants, grabbing the waistband of his jeans and undies and tugging them down to his knees. He bites his lip, bending over the table to show off the pretty plug settled between his cheeks.

"Fuck," Scott breathes. His chair scraped along the floor until he's positioned behind Mitch, his big palms coming down on his cheeks and taking handfuls of his ass. "Oh, that's fucking gorgeous."

Mitch's breath is shaky as he replies, "thank you."

"How'd it feel, baby? Shoving this little plug in your tight ass."

"So - oh, so good." Mitch gasps when Scott taps the plug. The feeling runs through his body, making his toes curl. His nails scrape at the smooth surface of the table as Scott's fingers wrap around the base of the plug, pulling it out slowly.

"Fuck," he groans quietly. "Such a greedy hole."

He accents his words by letting the plug go and moaning breathily as Mitch's ass swallows it back up. Mitch's head falls, rests on the cold table. It feels good on his heated cheeks.

"P-please," Mitch begs. He isn't sure he even knows what he's asking for, but he knows Scott will know what to give him.

"Turn over, baby."

Mitch rolls over, Scott helping adjust his body until he's settled on his back with his legs spread. Scott finds his place between his legs, hands sliding along his smooth calf and to his thigh. He presses Mitch's legs into a V in the air, urging him to hold them in place as his hands drop down the junction of his thigh and pelvis.