Don't Mess With Scott Hoying's Boyfriend

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{Little Announcement// For the people who don't like smut, there's a cute little PG/PG-13 fluff at the end, so if y'all wanna just skip the smut and read that, you can. I also labeled where the rated R stuff starts (and I even got someone else's opinion on it so we good) so y'all can read the first PG-13 part too if you want.}

AYYYYYEEEE GUESS WHAT THIS ISSSSSSS????? DA SMUT!!!

I'm not putting a trigger warning, y'all know what smut is and if you don't like it (MannyMUA quote) don't fucking read it.

Antyway.....,

Love y'all and hope you enjoy this chappy!!!!!

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{PG-13}

"Oh god". Mitch moaned.

Scott immediately pushed Mitch into their bedroom after getting home, pushing him into the wall and starting a hot makeout session.

Mitch's legs wrapped around Scott's waist with Mitch's back up against the wall.

Scott's hands roamed Mitch's body while leaving little love bites on Mitch's neck.

The back of Mitch's head rested against the wall, his bottom lip between his teeth, moans still loud and clear.

"Oh my god". Mitch breathed out. "Please. More". He said while tangling his hands in Scott's hair and giving the blonde locks little tugs.

Scott kissed up the side of Mitch's neck, then kissed in front of Mitch's ear.

{R}

"Tell me how you want it, baby". Scott whispered in Mitch's ear.

Shivers ran up Mitch's spine and he moaned a little at the dominance in Scott's voice.

"Mmm fuck my brains out, daddy".

"Done". Scott breathed out as he pulled them away from the wall and threw Mitch on the bed.

"Get rid of the underwear, leave the dress on". Scott said, opening the top drawer and pulling out the necessities.

Mitch decided to push Scott's buttons and leave the underwear on. Plus, Scott still hasn't seen the lacy black underwear Mitch decided to wear, it'd be a shame to throw them on the floor.

Scott quietly pulled out a pair of handcuffs and set them on the nightstand before getting rid of his clothes.

Scott crawled on top of Mitch, kissing him roughly.

Scott stuck a finger in the waistband of Mitch's underwear, pulling it back and letting go of it, making the elastic snap against Mitch's body.

"What did I tell you to do". Scott growled.

Mitch chewed on his bottom lip. "T-take of my clothes". He whispered.

"Then why the hell are your boxers still on".

"Not boxers, daddy". Mitch replied.

Scott lifted the skirt of the dress, his breath hitching.

"O... my.... god". Scott said in a whisper.