Scomiche One Shots

Bunny*

1500 words of Scomarson smut. Enjoy!!!!

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Mason sees him first.

He's standing in front of Mark, pushes Scott's bedroom door open.

He stops.

Scott's in the bed, laying on his stomach. His knees are bent, feet swinging up in the air as he sings softly to himself. He's adorable, but that's not what leaves Mason breathless.

It's the clothes. The white over-the-knee socks with the little pastel stripe that circles his smooth pale thigh, the pale pink shorts that only seem to barely cover his ass and have a puffball settled right between his cheeks, and the soft white sweater that looks too small for him, like a crop top.

"What? Why'd you stop? Masey, I wanna see."

Mark is shoving at his back, his concerned tone ringing through Mason's faintly as he's pushed to the side. Mason finally pulls his eyes away from Scott to look at Mark whose jaw has nearly dropped to the floor.

"Baby!" Mark calls, finally gets Scott to look their way.

Scott's head turns, the bunny ears he's got in his hair sliding as he looks over his shoulder. He's even drawn on whiskers and a little dot of a nose. Mason thinks he might even notice some fake freckles, pink blush and eyeshadow, and he knows somebody must have helped him with that.

"My men," Scott coos happily. He drops his phone from his hand, lets it fall onto the bed and sits himself up. He scoots to the edge of the bed, throwing his arms open and inviting them into his embrace. Mason almost groans at the way his sweater slides up and reveals a slither of his soft tummy. Mark doesn't seem to notice, catapults himself into Scott's arms instead. He peppers his face with kisses, and when Mason finally makes it over, Mark is settled on Scott's knee and has already begun sucking on his neck.

Mason presses his lips to Scott's forehead, rubs his hands down Scott's clothed chest until he reaches his exposed belly. He can't stop himself from playing with Scott's blonde happy trail, teasing his finger along Scott's waistband.

"A sexy bunny, huh?" Mason asks with a smirk.

Scott blinks bashfully, peering up at Mason through pale lashes. "You think I'm sexy?"

Mark pulls away from his neck then, gazed expectantly up at Mason.

"Always," Mason answers. Mark claims Scott then, one hand gripping at his shirt as he pulls their faces close and pushes his tongue into Scott's pliant mouth. Mason soothes a hand through Mark's hair, wants to touch Scott's soft strands badly, but refuses to mess with his headband. He watches as they kiss, bites at his lip as he watches their tongues push and pull. Mason palms himself, eyes glazed over as he watches their exchange.

Mark pulls away, lips pink and pretty, slipping from Scott's lap and onto his knees.

"Wanna' suck your cock."

Scott whines, one of his hands shooting up and resting in front of his mouth to quiet his moans. It's what he does when he laughs too, and Mason can't decide which time he likes it best. He gasps a quiet, "please," when Mark runs his hands along his hips, trailing along the waistband of his tight shorts.

"Patience, baby." Mark hums, leaning forward and laving his tongue over Scott's bulge. Scott lets out a beautiful whine, throwing his head back. Mason decides then to take advantage of his open mouth, diving forward to capture his pretty pink lips with his own. Scott is mewling into his mouth, panting hotly against his lips as Mark presses open-mouthed kisses along his clothed cock.