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At the Hotel 2019 (The Day After the MLH Awards)
Kip woke up feeling refreshed after last night. He turned to his side to see a warm glow of sunlight on Scott's face, God his boyfriend was beautiful. Scott startles awake and turns to look at Kip, smiling at him, fuck, hes so adorable. He puts his hand on his face, rubbing his thumb along his cheeks,
“Good morning, Love,” he says in awe.
“Good morning, Beautiful,” he says looking at how the sun cascades over his beautiful, hazel eyes. watching as Scott inched closer to his face, “I love you,” he pulled his boyfriend in for a sweet kiss.
“I love you too, baby,” Scott says smiling like he just won the lottery or something (To him, it felt like he did)
“Want to go to a cafe for breakfast? Plus I was thinking…,” He tells his boyfriend the plan. Scott agrees, clearly flustered. “Okay! This should be fun, baby,” patting his boyfriend's cheek, getting up off the bed to get dressed, a light brown sweater, and blue washed jeans. Scott looks at him, still laying in the bed admiring Kip's outfit
“Shit, Babe, You look so good,” Finally getting up off the bed.
*****
At the Cafe “JAVA + BEAN”
As they order their coffees and breakfast, Scott was looking around for a place to sit, he ends up finding a booth in the corner of the cafe. Kip was waiting for the food and drinks at the counter. God he's so perfect. Kip looked back at him and smirked, reaching into his pocket and fiddling with something, Oh my god. He's really trying to kill me. Scott whined, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. His boyfriend was walking back with their order,
“Something bothering you, sweetheart~” Teasing him, handing Scott his drink, and the breakfast sandwich he ordered.
“You know what you're doing…” turning his head away. Kip reaches from across the booth and grabs his chin, making Scott look at him, he whimpers quietly, “Kip..”
“Do I know what I'm doing?” He said, pretending to sound confused, “Why yes, yes I do~” he pulled his boyfriend's face a little closer and kissed him. “You’re adorable Scott” releasing his hand from Scott's chin.
“Oh, fuck off, Grady,” He teases. He starts to take a sip of his caramel coffee,
“I think you mean, “Oh, fuck me, Grady~” right?” Scott chokes on his coffee, coughing, and very flustered.
“Ngh~” Scott quickly covers his mouth. Fuck, this buttplug is making me go insane. “I-I– need to go to the b-bathroom…” he quickly gets up, goes to the bathroom, placing his hands on the sink, “Fuck…this is not ea-” Scott hears someone open the door, turning around to see Kip.
“What were you gonna say?~” Kip locks the door behind him, smiling, walking closer to his boyfriend. Standing right in front of him, wrapping his arms around his waist
“You’re not making this easy for me…” laying his head on Kip’s shoulder, “I want–” The rest is all muffled with a whimper.
“What is it that you want?~” He kisses Scott’s head, reaching into his pocket and turning the buttplug intensity up by 2.
“I– nnh, want….you,” he manages to pant out. Kip moves his hand to his boyfriend’s face, making him look at him. “So– bad,” he finishes, pulling Kip into a heated kiss.
“Baby…you make me…want to be wild in public,” he says, pinning Scott up against the sink.
“Then be wild,” his words sounded slowed, Kip was kissing him rough. Scott leaned his head back for his boyfriend’s tongue to reach deeper into his mouth, moaning into the kiss. Kip’s tongue swirls around to get a taste of the sweet caramel flavour still lingering.
“Mmm~ you taste so sweet, baby,” kissing his neck, sucking, biting, leaving a lot of marks.
“Fuck—Christopher,” Scott whines. Kip takes a step back, admiring how his boyfriend looks so good with all the marks. Moving closer again, grabbing his boyfriend's chin.
“If only people knew this is how Scott Hunter really is~” he coos, kissing his boyfriend roughly, licking his bottom lip. Scott opens his mouth slightly, Kip slips his tongue in again, backing Scott up against the wall.
“Ngh–” Scott grunts. He moves his hand down to Kip's crotch, palming at the erection through his pants.
“If…you–keep doing that I'm gonna..” Kip says hoarsely.
“Kip... Please fuck me.” Scott says, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s neck.
“Here? Can't you wait till we get home?” He says in a sultry tone kissing Scott's cheek, running his hands along his face. “I think you can…pretty boy~” he says, clearly teasing him. Scott is having none of this.
“Grady–please, I need you, right here right now...please, please I’ll be quiet!” He begs, burrowing his face into Kip's neck. Kip finds Scott really adorable when he gets all shy like this.
“God you're adorable when you beg,” he purrs, rubbing his thumb on his boyfriend's bottom lip, slipping his thumb inside Scott’s mouth. He's sucking his thumb. “Yes~ like that sweetheart.” Kip removes his thumb from his mouth and licks Scott's saliva from it “Yummy~”
The brunette's breath hitches, his eyes fluttering shut as he looked away from his boyfriend, a hue of red beginning to creep up his neck, now clearly displayed on the tips of his ears, he exhaled shakily as the male in front of him spoke again.
“Look at me—“ Kip started, his voice sounding more like a snarl than it previously had. His hand wrapped around Scott’s jaw and forced his head back towards him.
“Look at me,” he continued, his gaze now narrowed onto his boyfriend, whose gaze was averted away from his own. “Or else I won’t fuck you,” Kip threatened, knowing that it’d get him exactly what he wanted from his boyfriend—for him to look. For him to see exactly who was in front of him.
Scott turns his head to look at Kip, His eyelashes fluttering trying to make eye contact,
“‘M sorry—..” he began, but his boyfriend interrupted his sentence as he leaned forward and nipped the sensitive part of his neck, eliciting a sweet sound out of him.
“Ah—ah..fuck.” he whines, his body arching into his lover, wanting more of his touch—needing to feel more of him.
“God, Scott…youre so hot—” Kip whispered against his skin, his hot breath causing his boyfriend to exhale out a small moan.
“Christopher, please, I need—”
“Hush, I've got you.” Grady interrupted as he placed his hand over his boyfriend's mouth to get him to be quiet. Scott couldn’t help but lean into his hand, wanting to feel more of the warmth his boyfriend was offering him—even if it was meant to shut him up. Kip's eyes narrowed onto Scott’s, causing them to lock eyes in near silence, the only sound around them being their own heavy breathing that mingled throughout the bathroom. Kip felt his boyfriend's lips pull into a smile—and then he felt it. A wet lick against the palm of his hand, bringing forth a gasp from his mouth while he pulled it away. He stared at Scott, his eyes bouncing between his for some kind of answer as to why he decided to lick his fucking hand—not that he didn’t.. enjoy it. But his boyfriend only smiled. He gave him that stupid grin that just leaked lust in it.
“Fuck..—” Kip whispered, his hands wrapping around Scott’s lower waist as he leaned in as if he was going to kiss him. Instinctively, Scott moved forward as well, but was left disappointed when his boyfriend tilted his own head upwards to avoid the connection of their lips—and he could faintly see what looked like the beginning of a small smirk from around Kip's lips.
“Baby..”
“On your knees, Hunter,” he interrupted swiftly, his hands giving his boyfriend a light tap on the waist. Kip actually gasped when Scott instantly dropped to his knees without so much as another word, watching in awe as he grabbed at his pants, frantically trying to get them down his legs.
“God, Scott. You’re so hungry for it, aren’t you?” He cooed, biting his lower lip as his boyfriend pulled him out of his pants. Like clockwork, Kip tangled his hand in his lover's hair and guided his mouth onto his cock with a small moan. Scott wasted no time wrapping his mouth around Christopher’s length and taking him to the base like he’d done it a million times, his eyes watering in the slightest as he skillfully bobbed his head around Kip's cock, his jaw overworking while he brought his head up to the tip and then lowered it back down to the base over and over again.
“Fuck—,” Grady grits through his teeth “Ah—Sweetheart” hearing that pet name made a light switch turn on in Scotts brain, brutally picking up the pace. Kip tightened his grip in the hockey player's hair, making his lover abruptly stop.
“Not—so fast. I make the pace, Remember that, Hunter.” Kip speaks in a husky tone, causing Scott to tremble and hum around his boyfriend's warm cock. Sending vibrations through his length.
“I love–you.” Scott says as he pulls back from his boyfriend's cock.
“Fuck–,” Kip whines at the loss of warmth from his lovers' mouth, moments later he also says, “I love you too, baby,” and withdraws his hand from Scott's brunette hair, down to his chin. Smiling at him, Scott returning the smile.
“Can...I kiss you? Or is that only for later?” The brunette states. Which causes a chuckle out of Kip. Instead of replying right away, he pulls Scott up from the floor. Placing hands on each side of his partner's face.
“Yes, Sweetheart. You can kiss me,” he replies, closing the space between their faces. Rubbing his thumbs along Scott's cheeks and leaning in to kiss his lover. Scott leans into it as well. It's gentle, sweet, adoring. Fuck he really needed this.
“Mphm–” the brunette whines into the kiss. Clawing at Christopher's shirt, reaching his hands underneath his shirt, holding his waist and rolling his hips inwards. Trying to get any ounce of friction he can get. Kip responds to this by taking Scott's hands off of his waist, pinning them against the wall with force. He looked at his boyfriend with a dark look in his eyes, grinning. Scott whined at the loss and made a pouty face.
“Babyyyy–please–” the hockey player complained.
“Ah, Ah, Ah,” Kip said, shaking his head. “I already told you. I’m in charge, Scott Hunter.” The brunette stared down at him with a hazed look in his eyes, secretly knowing he liked being a little submissive. While they would switch around constantly, Scott got a bit of a rush when Kip was the one in charge.
“O-ok…” he said quietly, pretending to be defiant when really, he wanted to obey.
“Good boy,” Kip whispered. “Now, let’s go eat some real food.” They left the bathroom, the buttplug still furiously vibrating. Scott had gotten kind of used to it now, although he still had a raging boner in his pants. He crossed his legs carefully when they sat down. “Alright, what do we wanna eat?” ‘You’, the horny hockey player thought, but he knew he couldn’t say that now. He wanted to be good.
“Hmm, how about…a smoothie?” Scott raised his eyebrows at him, grinning. Kip rolled his eyes.
“Fuck you. Why are you even thinking of getting a smoothie somewhere else?”
“Haha…just kidding baby. I want eggs, perhaps some bacon too.”
“You sure you don't want…sausage,” he joked, causing Scott to choke out a chuckle, looking at Kip as he has a shit eating grin on his face.
“Just–shut up and let's order our food,” the brunette says. Kip nods in approval.
*****
A bit after they order, they receive their food. The waiter winks at Scott, and he smiles back. Christopher is not happy about his boyfriend flirting with the waiter.
“....I'm not happy..” Kip moves his foot under the table and plays footsies with Scott under the table, as the hockey player is taking a bite of his food, Kip inches his foot up to Scott's dick and puts pressure on it. Scott chokes on his food, Kip laughs.
“Chris–topher!….” He whined, his hand subconsciously moving down to reach under the table in order to stop Kip's foot from pressing against him. He halted almost instantly when he heard his lover make a sound of disapproval, prompting him to yank his own hand away and put it back onto the table.
“I didn’t say touch, sweetheart. Someone’s being disobedient, hm?” Christopher presses his foot into the rigidness of Hunter's cock, increasing the pressure as he watches the way the hockey player began to tremble and let out small huffs to stifle the moans that threatened to leak out of him like a faucet. “Who do you think you are, huh? Making googly eyes at that fucking waiter!” He continued, his tone sounding more like a snarl as his voice dropped to where only the two of them could hear. He’s mine, he thought. Scott keened out a moan like it’d been ripped from his chest, unable to hold back the sound as he responded through small whines.
“N—” his breath hitched, causing him to stammer over the word a bit. “No, Kip. Never, I only want you. ‘M sorry, please.” he whimpers, “Can–we leave…baby please..” Kip removes his foot from his cock. Scott whines at the loss of pressure.
“Yes, sweetheart. We can leave,” he says, getting up and waiting for Scott to follow. They place 50 bucks on the table. “But when we get home...be prepared to get wrecked” hearing that causes the brunette to whimper.
*****
Once they get out to the car
Kip is driving Scott's black, 2018 Audi A4. They have only fucked in it once, and that was when they were both too drunk to care who saw them.
“Maybe I should–,” Kip started to smirk as he was talking, “Discipline you right now~” Scott shifted in his seat. Looking at Christopher he sees the devilish smirk on his face.
“I love–you.” Scott whines. Kip reaches his hand over to his boyfriend's thigh, rubbing it up and down, gently.
“I love you and your thighs,” Grady says in a sultry tone, squeezing his thigh.
“OhmygodKipstop,” the brunette said, words overlapping hurriedly.
“Stop what exactly?” He questioned, eyes narrowing, moving hand up further, closer to his boyfriend's crotch, causing Scott to choke out a sob. His dick grew harder by the second.
“Please–” Hunter pleaded.
“I like to hear you beg~” Kip started, “So, beg for my attention. Take your pants off. Now.” The hockey player quickly obeyed, lifting his hips and swiftly pulling his pants and boxers down in one motion. Kip glanced over, loving the obedience. “Good boy Hunter~” Scott moaned at those words, he wanted to be good. Before he could say anything, Kip reached over and palmed his erection.
“F-fuck–Grady–” Whining and bucking his hips up, trying to get more friction. Christopher abruptly stops what he's doing.
“No moving,” Kip demands. Scott whimpers, but abides. Kip feels his erection growing at the way Scott is so obedient. Grady goes back to stroking his boyfriend's cock. Looking over at Scott and he has this type of smirk on his face, he looks so aroused. His eyes look like they’re practically about to roll back into his head.
“Fuckkk–,” Scott whimpers “I need–you,” holding his hips down to keep them from bucking up.
“How badly do you need me?” Kip grins smugly. Grady glances over at Hunters dick and notices the amount of precum leaking from it. Fuck that's sexy.
“S-so–bad,” he chokes out, a small whimper slipping out of his mouth. Deciding he had enough of the teasing, and his dick was hard enough to be painful, Kip quickly signaled and pulled over to the side of the road. Who gives a fuck if its like, 10 in the morning? Kip unbuckles quickly and watches as Scott does the same, Kip presses a button, causing his seat to recline. Scott takes initiative and climbs on top of his boyfriend's lap. He reaches his hands down to unbuckle Christopher's belt as fast as he can.
“Fuck, Sweetheart~” Kip grins up at his boyfriend in awe, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him down for a passionate kiss. It gradually gets more aggressive, no rhythm, teeth, and a lot of tongue. Scott reaches down wrapping his big hands around his boyfriend’s dick, eliciting a moan out of Kip.
“C-can I r-ride you? P-please?” Scott begs. Kip smirks at him.
“Well, is your hole ready for me?”
“Please–I–I’ve been so good for you~,” Scott begs again, more need in his voice. Satisfied with his pleading, Kip reaches around his boyfriend’s ass and grabs hold of the, still vibrating, bedazzled buttplug. He waits for Scott to react. “Grady–I swear to fucking god–” And with that Kip rips out the buttplug, his boyfriend yelping in response. He brings the buttplug up to his mouth, making a show of it, licking and sucking on it. Then, he tosses it aside, turning his attention back to Scott. The hockey player grabs his face, kissing him rough for another time. Kip breaks the kiss,
“Ride me, hockey boy~” Scott smirks, immediately positioning himself, and sinking down with a whine.
“Mmph–you’re still so tight baby~” Kip moans, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend to grip his ass. Scott rocked his hips, grinding on his prostate.
“Nnngh–” He whines, lifting his hips and slamming back down repeatedly.
“You’re being so good~ taking it like such a very good boy~” hearing that causes Scott to buck his hips forwards. Kip pulls his boyfriend down to pepper kisses against his neck, once he stops Scott lays his head on Kip’s shoulder. Christopher thrusts up into him, hitting his prostate like a bullseye.
“FUCKK~” he practically screams, grabbing onto Kip's shoulders as he yelps. “Kiss me–p-please–” Scott whimpers out, “I need–you so fucking bad…Kip~” Kip gives into the begging and gives them both what they want so fucking badly. The kiss is hot, passionate, rough, and sexy. Kip breaks the kiss with a string of saliva being the only thing connecting them. And boy was it hot.
“You’re so sexy Scott Hunter~” Kip whispered seductively into his lover's ear.
“F-fuck–I’m so close,” the hockey players’ pace starts to gradually get slower. Kip moves his hands from Scott’s ass, moving them up to his waist, he helps him pick up the pace. “Holyfuckingshitbaby,” grasping onto Kip’s shoulders, tighter, biting his neck hard. Licking the spot he just bit.
“Harder~” Grady pleaded. The brunette obeyed, biting down much harder than before, almost breaking the skin. Lapping his tongue over the bite.
“Hm? You like that?” Scott smirks.
“Perchance.” Kip looks smugly at Scott, raising his eyebrows, taking one hand and intertwining his fingers with Scott’s.
“Just perchance?” Scott questions, biting harder, but not drawing blood. I would never do that to my boyfriend.
“M-mother–FUCKER!” Kip grits through his teeth.
“A-are you close?”
“Y-yes…” He hesitated, “D-daddy…”
“Oh yeah?” Scott questioned with a smirk.
“Y-yes…” Kip replied, feeling ashamed.
“Say it again,” He demanded, urging him to continue.
“Daddy~PLEASE~I’m so close!” He practically screamed it, anyone outside of the car could’ve heard it. Kip's thrusts stuttered, filling Scott up without warning. It pushed the hockey player over the edge, white streaks painted Kip’s shirt. They rode out their orgasms, hips bucking together with reckless abandon. Scott leaned down to kiss Kip again.
“I'm getting called daddy, even though I'm the one riding your cock?~” Scott purrs against Kip’s ear. Grady doesn't know how to respond to that, only replying with a muffled whimper, due to Scott kissing him.
“Fuck–Scott,” Kip whines, grabbing fistfuls of his boyfriend's hair.
“I love you, baby,” he says warmly, smiling against the kiss, before breaking it to admire the beauty before him. A trail of saliva drips down Kip's face. Without hesitation, Scott leans down and licks it up.
“I love–you too,” Christopher chokes out, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “So much.”
After a few minutes of just laying together in the driver's seat, Hunter retreats back to his seat. He sits, lifting his hips and slipping his pants back on. Scott smirks as he leans back in his seat, glancing at Kip. Grady hid his ear-to-ear grin, looking at the road using one hand to cover his mouth.
“Scott...” Kip speaks in a low tone. “Stop—fucking looking at me like that...before something else happens…”
“Ha—!” He chuckled in response. Kip continues to drive to the hotel, sneaking playful glares at him.