Scomiche One Shots

Mess*

Years later and y'all get another masturbation prompt! Crazy, I know. Enjoy't
Prompt: prelude to sex

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Mitch is sprawled out on the bed. One of his hands is resting comfortably on his chest, another settled on the sheets. His legs are slightly spread, just enough to be comfortable.

Scott had texted as he left the studio, told Mitch that he needed to come at least once before Scott got home and fucked him into the mattress. That was about five minutes ago, and the studio is only maybe ten minutes away.

Mitch breathes in deeply, surrounded by the mixed scent of him and Scott. Though the sheets are clean, there's something musky to their smell, and it already has Mitch thrumming with sexual energy. He snakes his hand down his chest, fingers trailing through thin chest hair, running along the trail that leads right to his dick. He swirls his fingers in his little bush of hair before he lets them wrap around the base of his cock. He's already so hard, knows he'll be able to fulfill Scott's request easily.

Mitch lets his eyes flutter shut as he strokes himself slowly. His hand that was in the sheets is now teasing his nipples. His lips part, soft pants slipping between them. His hand moves faster, thumb swiping over the head, and he bends his knees up. He uses the new leverage to thrust into his fist, toes curling. He's already so close.

It takes just the turn of his head into the nearest pillow, the overwhelming scent of Scott, and he's painting his abdomen with hot spurts of white.

Mitch breathes heavily, his legs slipping until they're resting back down on the bed. His come-covered hand rests on his own hip, the other laying on the bed. Mitch's eyes stay shut as his breath returns to him. He's almost asleep.

"Well, well, well," he hears. Mitch's eyes open, a blissed-out smirk tugging at his lips. "You look like a mess, baby." Scott grins. He starts pulling at his own clothes, managing to rid himself of all but his boxers. He climbs over Mitch's sleepy, post-orgasmic body.

"Guess you'll have to clean me up," Mitch teases.

"Guess I will," Scott replies, mouthing at Mitch's jaw. He kisses Mitch, deep and dirty, takes his time. "Now, turn over, baby."

Mitch hums, "yes, daddy."