This Isn't Me

Chapter 6

(Merome!)

Chapter 6:

We arrived in Amory a few hours ago, the train ride having been exhausting. Now we were set to leave tomorrow with Adam’s doctor. He apparently can only see this particular doctor, and it drives me insane having to come all the way down here! Mitch came out of the bathroom our fancy expensive hotel room possessed, a towel wrapped around his waist.

“I still prefer the river back at home.” Mitch confirmed.

“Same.” I mumbled, a yawn following. I was stretched out sideways on the bed, and Mitch rolled his eyes, going to his clothing and beginning to dress himself. A devious smile spread over my face as I sat up, watching him. When he noticed me watching, he blushed, continuing as if he didn’t care, even though he seemed to care a lot. I stood, consuming him in a tight hug as he took in a sharp breath, surprised. “Oh Mitch, you tease me so.” I informed him, kissing the side of his neck. He laughed.

“Oh Jerome, Ian will kill us.” He responded.

“… Again, you tease me so.” I repeated, turning him around and giving him a kiss. He didn’t let me pull away, nor did I want too. I pushed him against a wall, deepening the kiss as we both moaned from pleasure, his hands in my fur and my hands/paws traveling his hips, pulling him closer. “Oh Mitch-“

“Oh Jerome.” He quickly answered. His hands moved to my shirt, pulling it off quickly, only allowing the kiss to break for that period of time. Our hands roamed each other’s bodies, the bodies we’ve learn by heart and like the back of our hands. We stumbled towards the bed, me tripping as I fell onto it, considering I can’t see out the back of my head, Mitch breaking the kiss and messing with the button of my pants. As he pulled off my pants I pinned him down, attacking the sweet spot on his neck as he moaned loudly, his hands continuing to try and tug off my boxers.

I growled playfully, a hand moving to the towel around his waist and removing it, my foot tossing away the boxers at my ankles. I began to trail kisses down his body as he shivered beneath me, reaching his hardening member and flicking my tongue at the base of his shaft, making him moan pleasurably. My tongue slowly snaked its way up and around him, and not until reaching his head did I proceed to take him into my mouth, slowly taking him deeper into me. Beginning to get faster, I earned a loud, desired moan from him that made me go faster than I already was, continuing to rapidly pick up my pace. I took three fingers and shoved them into his mouth, and his tongue flicked around them, between them, surrounded them whole, his pace matched with mine. I pulled them from his mouth, inserting one finger into him, making him moan. I inserted the second and third as well, beginning to scissor him as he moan loudly.

“Are you ready?” I asked as I pulled away from him, lining myself up at his entrance. He nodded eagerly, and I slowly inserted myself, waiting for him to tell me to move as he gripped the sheets.

“Fucking move Jerome!” He begged. I started slow, eventually starting to increase my pace rather quickly, Mitch a moaning mess beneath me. “Fuck, right there!” He screamed as I hit his prostate. I continued to hit him at a perfect angle, angled towards his prostate, thrusting harder and harder each time, receiving a lovely storm of moans from him. “Jerome, I’m-” He cut himself off as he came over the both of his, his back arching off the bed, moaning louder than before. With a few more thrusts I came as well, filling him, withdrawing from his tight walls and falling next to him, pulling him closer and holding him in my arms. “Damn it, I just took a shower.” He argued quietly, yawning.