Scomiche One Shots

Bunny Pt. 2*

Short but worth it, I think. Still very Scomarson.

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Scott wakes up hours later, snuggled between his two loves. His body feels sluggish and heavy, his orgasm still weighing him down. He smiles as he remembers the scene, the way Mason had used him as Mark pleasured him. He'd come so hard, barely lucid before he'd passed out in his boyfriends' arms.

He hears Mark snore quietly next to him, and then he remembers how Mark had collapsed onto the bed but hadn't come. He hasn't even been touched, Scott recollects.

Scott turns until Mark is spooning him, pressing his butt back and wiggling. He wants Mark to feel good, will do anything to please him.

He bites at his lip as Mark's grip on his waist tightens. He's stirring, waking up, and Scott is excited.

"Angel," Mark murmurs, pressing his hips forward. His cock is already hard, the bulge of his pants brushing against Scott's faux bunny tail. His head dips forward, lips latching onto the back of his neck. He mouths sloppy kisses along Scott's skin.

"What's goin' on?" Mason mumbles. His voice is sexy, heavy with sleep. Scott doesn't answer, can't help but smile and pull him in for a kiss instead. It's hot and wet, the slide of their tongues. Scott feels like he's melting into the mattress as Mason takes over, fingers splaying over his jaw and forcing his mouth open, tongue plunging deeply into his welcoming mouth.

Mark whines, his arm pushing under Scott's head. His hand slips into Scott's hair, curling around until he's cradling Scott and pressing his lips to his ear, nibbling.

"Turn," Mark commands. He nudges Scott's hip, pushing him onto his stomach. He's forced to disconnect from Mason's mouth, does so with a groan. His cock presses into the mattress as he settles flat on his tummy.

"Gonna' fuck your little bunny?" He asks breathlessly.

Mark groans, pushing Scott's legs open. His hands skimming along Scott's sides. The sweater - cropped - is pooled at the center of his back. It shows off smooth skin at the base of his spine, and emphasizes the waistband of his little shorts that squeeze his butt so cutely. Mark let's his thumbs press at the dimple of his back, settling on his knees behind Scott. He sets his hands on the bed by Scott's waist, pressing his hips forward until he brushes his hard cock against Scott's ass.

"That's it," he whispers. Scott moans softly, turning his head to find Mason. His hands are gripping the sheets to the side of his face.

"Masey, baby," Scott whines. Mark is grinding down against him, pressing him into the mattress with each roll of his hips. Mark is warm but it feels impersonal. Scott is desperate for contact, affection, reaches out for the lovers he can't see.

Mason crowds Scott, pressing close. He sprawls out on the bed next to Scott, running a soothing hand through his hair. He rubs their noses together, smiles.

"I'm here, angel. You're helping Marky feel so good," he praises. His lips press to Scott's nose, his eyelids. They ghost along Scott's cheeks and then his tongue is slowly dipping into his mouth. The heaviness is gone from earlier, replaced with sweet gentleness. He takes his time exploring Scott's mouth.

Mark runs a hand along Scott's spine. His hip movements have grown inconsistent, he's already so close from rutting against Scott's ass. Scott feels pride swell in his chest.

"So beautiful," Mark groans. "Perfect, baby. So perfect."

Mason pulls back, smiles sweetly at Scott. He runs his hands all over, anywhere he can reach, praises him endlessly with good boy. Scott loves the touches, coos at the endearments.

Mark is coming in no time, a cry falling from his name as he creams his pants, rolling his cock against Scott's bunny butt.

He collapses to Scott's other side, running his hand through Scott's hair and kissing his shoulder. Scott turns his head, smiles at Mark.

"Was I good, baby?" Scott bites at his lip, lashes fluttering bashfully.

Mark leans forward to kiss Scott, caressing his jaw.

"Perfect, Scotty. So good, always."

"I love you," Scott admits.

Mark smiles, "love you, too. Let's get back to bed, angel."

"Mmm," Scott hums, settling between his two lovers. "Love you both."

Scott drifts to sleep quickly, his boyfriends loving echoes chasing him into dreamland.