Scomiche One Shots

Pale Pink*

Masturbation prompt: while still clothed

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The pillows feel like clouds as Mitch lays back on them, soft duvet along his exposed skin. He's just shaved, so his legs slide smoothly along the sheets. He lets his hands grab fistfuls of the duvet as he settles down, one knee bent up. It makes his large sweater bunch up by his hips, exposes his slim legs further.

He lets go of the blankets, wrapping his arms around himself and breathing deeply. Everything smells fresh and clean, the candles he lit in the room attack his senses. He chose these candles because they're the same scent that Scott uses for body wash. It makes him feel warm and safe.

Mitch's eyes flutter shut, hands sliding down his torso. His legs drop open, and when he reaches the hem of his sweater, he opens his eyes. He can see the pale pink silk peeking out at him, right by the bulge of his cock that he's stuffed into the luxe panties.

He sighs happily, trailing his fingers along the outline of his cock, watching as he hardens under his own touch. He flattens his palm over his bulge experimentally, cups himself and rubs gently. It makes him whine, the sound escaping through his parted lips.

Mitch's head lulls back, eyes slipping shut as he sinks deeper into the pillows. He applies more pressure, his hips rolling slightly. He's hardening quickly under his own hand, and he uses his other to slip up and cover his mouth as he lets out quiet gasps and moans. His left hand closes over his cock, stroking himself over his pink panties. He bites at his lip, pressure already building in his gut. He feels a wet spot forming where the tip of his cock presses into the silk and it makes him moan loudly, his hand barely muffling the sound.

He's so close already, feels so good as he rubs his cock through his pretty underwear. His toes are curling as he presses up into his hand, the silk rubbing against his cock in the most delicious way.

His orgasm is sudden, takes him by surprise. With a press to his cock, he's coming, back arching and gasps tumbling from his lips as his hips push up off the bed. He shakes, hot come filling his panties and hips rolling into his hand. Eventually, he lowers back down, settles back onto the soft duvet as he breathes heavily, eyes shut tight and hand pressed over his mouth to quiet his labored breathing.

He stretches his legs out, his left hand slipping under his sweater to rest on his bare stomach. He smiles to himself, eyes opening to stare at the ceiling. The come in his underwear is drying, but his body still feels like pudding. He sighs happily, letting his eyes slip shut again until he's falling asleep again.