Manthony ✨

Promise Me

~PROMISE ME~

⚠️TW: ⚠️Smut - If you do not like smut, don't read! Thank you and enjoy! :)

ATTENTION: This is FANFICTION and none of this is CONFIRMED. No hate to ANY of the Chase Atlantic members or their girlfriends, please! Enjoy <3

~Christian~

"Face down, ass up," I tell him and he obeys, turning to look at me, "Now, you're not gonna make any noise, right?" I ask to which he nods and I prep him before slipping the plug inside of him and pulling his pants back up, turning it on. I watch as he begins to harden and he bites his fist,

"If I hear you, I think some punishment would be fun," I smirk, "Am I right, bub?" He lets out a small whine and I smile softly,

"I'll see you in a bit,"

~Mitchel~

He left me on his bed, a vibrating butt plug inside of me, my dick hard as a rock under my jeans. I lay there and close my eyes, swearing I can feel every drop of pre-cum that beads at my tip. I want to get naked and jerk off but I can't even make a noise or he'll punish me. I honestly don't mind these games we play with each other. Consent is all we need. I turn on my side before turning back and just laying on my back. I give in after a while and palm myself, rubbing a little, feeling waves of pleasure smash into my lower abdomen and my crotch. I let out a moan and cover my mouth with my free hand.

~Christian~

I hear a noise from upstairs and I'm pretty sure Mitchel is moaning. The thought of him rock hard on my bed, moaning is driving me insane,

"What was that?" Jesse asks, grabbing some chips and salsa,

"Hell if I know," I say and take a sip of my drink, swearing I hear him moan again. I feel my dick starting to harden and all I wanna do is thrust it inside of him. I press my lips to the rim of my drink, wishing I was pressing my lips to his instead. I set it down and get up, making eye contact with Clinton who seems to get the gist and keeps the guys busy. I'm so fucked up for wanting his brother. But I can't help it.

~Mitchel~

He walks in and I cover my mouth,

"I swear, I wasn't being loud-" He cuts me off, climbing on top of me, pressing his lips to mine,

"I know," he breathes, "I just need you right now," he says it in a way that makes me grab his hips. I keep kissing him, pulling away when I remember there's people downstairs,

"Did you lock the door?" I breathe and he nods, pulling his shirt off and leaning back down to kiss me,

"Why can't I get enough of you?" He asks, looking into my eyes and getting undressed at the same time, never once breaking eye contact,

"Because I can't get enough of you," I say and he tilts his head back, letting my eyes trail up his body: his abs, his chest, his throat, his shoulders, his lips and his hair falling into his face as he comes back to kiss me. My body starts to burn up under his and I just now remember the plug inside of me,

"Christian," I moan and he gets it, undressing me and kissing my navel,

"I fucking love you," he whispers and I run my fingers through his hair,

"I love you too," I say and things go from there. I can't help but let him suck my dick, I don't want to stop him when he pushes his own inside of me, I love it. I want more. I wrap my arms around him as he makes love to me, I can't do it, my eyes roll back and I release all over us, moaning my appreciation. When he finishes himself, he pulls away and starts to lick at the liquids I left behind. I'm breathing heavily as he does it, eventually letting moans slip past my lips. He pulls away and takes my hand, pulling me towards the bathroom. I step into the shower with him on my trail,

"I miss you for some reason," he says and I smile as he starts to soap me up,

"I don't think we're capable of spending any time away from each other," I joke, before turning around and kissing him, my soapy arms around his neck,

"Promise me something,"

~Christian~

"What?" I ask and he lays his head on my chest, getting soap on his face,

"Promise me you'll never leave," he says and I put a hand over his head,

"Not even in my dreams, baby," I say and he kisses my chest, pulling away to look in my eyes again,

"I love you," he whispers and those gray eyes stare into my green ones past the water of the shower, showing me nothing but love and affection,

"I love you,"