Don't Mess With Scott Hoying's Boyfriend

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SMUT

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When they got home, Mitch immediately dragged Scott up the stairs, Kroger bag in hand.

Once they got in the bedroom, Mitch threw the bag on the floor and turned around to attack Scott's lips.

Scott kissed back, aggressively.

They made out for a while, Scott turning Mitch around and pushing him against the door.

"Mitchy". Scott said between a kiss. "I wanna". Kiss. "Make". Kiss. "Love". Kiss. "To you".

Mitch pushed him back a little, eye brows furrowed. "You w-wanna... what"? Mitch said breathlessly.

Scott pecked Mitch's forehead then pulled away. "I wanna make love to you".

Mitch smirked, "What happened to 'I'm gonna pound you into the mattress' guy".

Scott chuckled and shook his head, looking to Mitch with pleading eyes. Scott went in for another kiss and pulled away again.

"Please". Scott begged.

Mitch let a soft smile play on his lips. He nodded his head slowly. "Yes. Yes, of course. Make love to me".

Scott smiled and put his hand on the back of Mitch's neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

After they pulled away, Scott took a step back and bit his lip.

"Take your clothes off". Scott whispered out.

Mitch looked at him, "What". He asked, out of breath.

"Take your clothes off". Scott repeated.

Mitch looked to the ground and gulped, "J-just me"? He asked.

Scott could sense Mitch's insecurity, so he shook his head and said, "No, I'll do it with you, okay?"

Mitch looked back up at him and nodded his head slowly.

Scott took the first move and reached down to the hem of his shirt, slowly slipping it off of his head and letting it drop to the floor.

Mitch chewed on his bottom lip, a nervous habit of his. Scott gave him a reassuring nod.

Mitch's hands gripped the hem of his shirt, hands shaking ever so slightly, as he took his shirt off and let it drop to the floor.

Mitch immediately wrapped his arms around himself, covering his stomach. Mitch had gotten over his bad insecurities, yes, but they have never been so intimate with each other that he was a little scared.

Scott unbuttoned his pants and slipped them off, over his ankles and feet, and threw them right on top of his shirt.

Mitch let his eyes look over Scott for a second before he realized it was his turn and he, very slowly, took off his pants.

Scott bit his lip and slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear. He was about to slip them off,

"Wait". Mitch said aloud.

Scott stopped and looked up at him with a questioning look.

Mitch just shook his head and looked down.

"It'll be okay, Angel. You're absolutely beautiful, you have nothing to be ashamed of".

Mitch glanced back up at Scott as Scott took off his underwear.