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Untitled Part 9

(Hey I ain't dead, having to use my internet explorer on my crappy phone, with SOMEHOW turning most English to French..? It's very difficult.. I dunno how to make another story cause it's ALL IN FUCKING FRENCH.)

Mitch slowly opened his eyes, exhaustion clearly scorned across his features as the lamp beside his bed, was turned on. Slowly looking over, he saw none other than his boyfriend, standing next to the nightstand. "Jerome.." Mitch whined, wanting the light back off so he could go to sleep again. The bed sunk down as Jerome crawled onto the mattress, sitting on his knees beside the Canadian, and holding the back of his head, pulling Mitch's head forward, and kissing him, Mitch's hands left on his sides, before he grasped Jerome's shoulders, kissing him back for several seconds- no tongue, just a sweet and passionate kiss-, until he pulled himself away from the American.

"Dude, how late is it..?" He asked, still sleepy, but a light boost of energy pushed him to keep his eyes open as Jerome chuckled nervously. "Well..." He thought for a second, it seemed to Mitch, before he actually answered. "It's more like.. 'how early is it?'.. 'cause it's about six in the morning." He looked down at his hands, which he moved from the olders head. "So you woke me up at six in the morning to make out with me?" Mitch inquired, to which made Jerome raise his head, looking Mitch dead in the eye. "Well..." He pulled out the 'well' again. "Not just to kiss.." He mumbled, Mitch's cheeks turning a rosy pink as Jerome placed a light hand on the boys thigh, his expression understanding what Jerome was saying, and he rolled his eyes. "You couldn't wait..?" He asked, crossing his arms and leaning back against the head board, the younger male shaking his head with another chuckle. "I got hard thinkin' about you~" He grinned, and Mitch's cheeks grew even hotter. He sat up straight, wrapping his arms around Jerome's neck, pulling them both backwards and pushed his lips against the man on top of him, smiling when he felt Jerome hug him around his waist, the kiss awkward at first, but merely seconds after, the kiss got it's rhythm.

Jerome asked permission for an open mouth as he licked the Canadian's bottom lip, the offer accepted, and the younger pushed his tongue into Mitch's mouth, the two tongues wrestling, before Jerome won, his tongue tracing every curve and crevasse in Mitch's mouth. After a bit, Jerome pulled away to breathe, heavy breaths coming from both of the men as they stared into each others eyes. The American let his teeth graze around Mitch's neck, trying to stop himself from smirking as he felt him tense under him, as if waiting for Jerome to bite him The younger kissed his jugular lightly, Mitch shuddering and wanting more, but of course Jerome was taking his precious time. Jerome sat up, grabbing the bottom of Mitch's shirt and pulling up, the Canadian lifting himself up slightly to get the rest of the shirt off, and taking off the one Jerome was wearing. They went back to kissing, Mitch loving the feeling of Jerome's cold fingers tightening their grip around his waist as he kissed the Canadian's jawline, then teased his neck again, biting down on one part in particular -above Mitch's collar bone), and abused the skin as he heard the olders pleased moans, knowing Jerome found a sweet spot. Mitch shifted his leg so it was inbetween his legs, pushing up. Jerome's eyes widened, a cracked moan escaping his lips. That, plus the mewling Canadian under him was enough to drive him to strip them both of their pants, leaving the duo only in underwear. Jerome hungrily stared at the clear bulge in Mitch's boxers, smirking as he pushed his palm down onto his crotch, watching Mitch's expression contort to pleasure and desperation, broken moans emitting from his mouth.

"P-please Jerome.." He managed to beg, the pleasure too much to bare, and he just wanted to fucking go on. The American seemed to think in his mind to either listen to Mitch, or just continue the teasing, which he chose good in Mitch's eyes, stripping of the underwear on the olders waist, then slowly took the head in his mouth savoring the groans that spilled from the mans mouth. Mitch's hands rested on the back of his head, Mitch pushing to put more in Jerome's mouth, and he complied, taking all of Mitch into his mouth, and bobbing his head up and down, eventually Mitch's thrusts getting in rhythm with the younger bobbing. His labored breathing filled the quiet room as jagged breaths heaved from his tired lungs. Two hands pulled me away from Mitch's leaking cock, and I looked up at him, his head shaking back and forth. "I want to cum while you fuck me.." He breathed out.

and they fucked the end go away-

kidding. Love you plz don't leave.

Jerome smirked, leaning up to Mitch's ear. "Got any lube..? I ran out.." He whispered huskily, biting on the lobe. "Y-yes.. I do..." Mitch shuddered, his arm reaching over and opening the top drawer on his nightstand, finally grasping the familiar bottle of lubricant, and taking it out. He handed it to Jerome, who was waiting impatiently. The younger stripped of his underwear, and taking three of his fingers and coaxing them in the gooey substance, slowly pushing Mitch back down to a laying position, and circling his entrance with one finger, before pushing in.

"Oh god." Mitch let out a high pitched whine as Jerome breached him. Mitch grasped Jerome's hand and pushing the rest of Jerome's fingers in, his body craving the burn that they caused and searching for the bundle of nerves that made stars skip across his skin. He could feel his release thundering close. Jerome pulled his fingers out, whines breaking loose from Mitch's throat, and he pleaded to Jerome, wanting and craving the pleasure. After a minute, Jerome shushed Mitch, lining himself up after getting lubed up. "You ready..?" Jerome asked, Mitch gripping the sheets tightly and nodding. He pushed in, the Canadian evicting a broken moan, pulling out, Jerome didn't even ask to push in, thrusting in slowly. Tears stinged Mitch's eyes as he let out a string of moans that made Jerome go more at a brutal pace., pain and pleasure pumping through his blood. Mitch rolled his hips in time with Jerome's thrusts, it didn't take long before Jerome brought Mitch on the verge of his climax, pleading Jerome to finish him, to make him cum.. And Jerome did, pulling out and angling his thrust so he brushed Mitch's prostate, and with a howl, Mitch came, painting Jerome and his own stomachs white.

Jerome's thrusts got sloppier, his hips shuttering after each thrust as his euphoria eventually came "F-f-fuck.. Mitch!" He groaned, filling Mitch to the brim. He pulled out slowly, panting as he fell down on the bed beside Mitch, smiling as Mitch cuddled into him. "...I know I should clean up but.." He yawned, closing his eyes. "I'm too tired..." He mumbled softly. "Mhm.. I love you, Mitch." Jerome murmured, taking a deep breath, and giggling as he heard soft snores from Mitch. He pulled away to turn off the light, and snuggle back into the older, falling asleep after several seconds.

(.... I do good..?)