Seven Levels Below

XXXII

Mitch pulls back slightly, just enough to disconnect their lips. "Hey, Scott?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you think Kirstie would want me as one of her bridesmaids or would you prefer me to be a groomsman?"

Scott's eyes flew open and stared at him for a second, taking in the feigned look of innocence on Mitch's face, before Mitch was shoved back upright over Scott.

"I cannot believe you—"

Mitch giggled and propped himself up on Scott's shoulders for better leverage.

"—right now, of all times, too. It has been hours and it's not even funny."

"Well, I beg to differ—"

"I swear I will go take a cold shower right now and you can sit here and be miserable and horny all by yourself."

"Noooo, Scotty—"

Scott grunted and resumed his hip rolls up to meet Mitch's grind down. "Someday... Just you wait, Mitchy."

Mitch smirked. "Mhm. Like you'd ever pass up an opportunity for sex."

"...And you would?"

Damn him. Scott knows how addicted Mitch is to him, but that smug little grin on Scott's face would almost be enough to convince him to pull off and walk away—if it didn't make the delicious heat growing in his gut tighten.

Mitch settled for rolling his eyes before dropping his head down and letting his eyes slide shut to better savor the feeling of Scott's cock rocking into him, brushing teasingly against his prostate. He felt one of Scott's hands slide down to his hips when he started to increase the pace.

"Nuh uh. If you're gonna bully me then I get to come first."

Mitch whined and tipped his head back up. Scott's grin was still there, and oh boy did that suddenly make him all the more desperate.

"But, please Scott—"

"Not yet."

"Oh—" Mitch gasped as Scott's hand, the one not preventing him from speeding up more, wrapped around his cock and started slowly stroking.

Scott's pace was staying steady, but Mitch could feel Scott's taut abs, the slight tremor in his thighs behind him. See how his gaze was almost unfocused as he stared up at Mitch with his mouth slightly parted.

"God, Scott. Shit—please, oh god—" Mitch babbled.

"You like it when I do that?"

Mitch's breath caught in his throat as Scott twisted his wrist at the top of his slow dragging pull on Mitch's cock. "Yes yes yes, Scott—"

Scott groaned low in his throat.

"Oh oh—please, please come Scotty? You feel so good in—in me—" Mitch panted out. "Please come for me, in me, please—"

"Mitch, oh my god—" Scott's hips stopped and Mitch pushed his down quickly as Scott's eyes squeezed shut and a shudder ran through him. Yes, Scott. Mitch moaned at the sight underneath him.

Scott sucked in a long breath and then his eyes opened as he fought for breath. The hand on Mitch's hip suddenly tightened, forcing him to stay seated on Scott's cock, as the hand leisurely jerking him off picked up speed.

"Shit yes yes, Scott yes please oh—oh—" Mitch panted as his frantic heart pounded in his chest and ears. His hands gripped Scott's shoulders desperately as he felt the heat rising. "I'm gonna—"