The Five Demigods

Eighteen (XXX)

Oh look.

A double? Hell yeah!

Anyway, here we are.

Now, this is #Mitchtops. So if you Don't like that, or are uncomfortable with that, you don't have to read it.

I apologize in advance if this is bad. I've never written smut like this before.

Anyway, ill shut up and let y'all read.

Oh, and P.S. this was written before i wrote the previous chapter, so if it doesnt make much sense in the beginning, thats why.

Anywho.

They continued to make out until Mitch just couldn't do it anymore. He needed more.

Since everyone had gone to do something, they had the hotel room to themselves.

He got up and went over to lock the door and close the curtains and went back over to the waiting Scott.

He spread the blonds legs and got between them. He wasn't bottoming. He hadn't done that since he fucked Joshua. He wanted to change it up. He was a son of Hades after all. He was going to take charge

He pushed Scott onto his back after relieving him of his shirt. He was just going to kiss up and down Scott's bare torso, but because of the events earlier in the day, he was pissed off. He was pissed of at everything in general.

Fuck the height difference. He thought to himself. Scott was a soft boy anyway. At least, right now he was.

He bit down on Scotts nipple, causing him to yelp and arch his back. "What the fuck?" He asked.

"Shut up. You're my toy right now." Mitch growled, glaring at him.

"I am no ones toy."

Mitch made a tiny flame appear out of one of his finger tips and lightly grazed it along Scott's bare torso. Not hot enough to hurt him, though. "I'm not "no one" in case you haven't noticed, fucker."

"Don't take that tone with me."

"I'll take what ever tone I please." He reached down and aggressively took of Scott's pants and smirked when he saw the boner they were hiding. "Someone's excited."

Scott blushed and looked up at the ceiling. He gasped when he felt his boxers being removed. The liquor in his system was probably making this more excited than it really was. He wasn't used to bottoming

When he felt a finger inside of him, his back arched. He was usually the one doing the prepping, not the one being prepped.

He watch as Mitch's facial expressions changed from face to face, all of them unreadable.

Mitch entered another finger and slowly began to scissor the blond open. He knew from experience that its better when you're pretty stretched, rather than kind of stretched. He entered a third finger, and Scotts sounds cut off. All that was heard from him was short, sharp, shallow breaths, and the occasional moan.

When Mitch felt Scott was ready and prepped, he yanked his fingers out and started undoing his pants the rest of the way and settling back between Scott's legs.

He and Scott made eye contact until he pushed in, and Scotts head fell back against the bed. "Fuuuuuuck." Scott breathed.

"Shut up." Mitch snapped.