Scott and Mitch looked at each other, neither redirecting attention to anything else.

The sexual tension that filled the air was so thick that you could jump up and land on it.

Scott wearing nothing but Calvin Klein boxers that had a small wet spot due to his leaking cox, and Mitch wearing nothing but a pair of crimson lace panties and six inch, navy blue pumps.

The two just stared, eye fucking each other.

Both wanted to pounce on one another and make each other scream. Both wanted nothing more than to strip off any piece of clothing left and completely lose their since of reason.

But alas, they couldn't. They had a bet. Who ever could go the longest without touching the other would have to be subject to the other's darkest desires.

Mitch was winning at first, then Scott pulled out the cavalry. He grew out his stubble, which he knew drove Mitch crazy.

"Screw it!" Scott burst out suddenly, his need to fuck Mitch getting the better of him. Mitch jumped in surprise.
"I can't take it anymore! I pains me to see you like this and not fuck you immediately!"

Scott literally jumped over the coffee table and crashed into Mitch, tipping the couch before it fell back into place.

He immediately attacked Mitch's neck as he stuck his hands into the back of the panties, and plunging two fingers into Mitch's wet tightness.

Mitch was breathless, clutching Scott's biceps as he tried to hold a moan.
"If you don't fucking moan I will fuck you in a Skype call with Avi." Scott grumbled as he curled his fingers, making Mitch let out a loud moan.

Scott pushed Mitch down and spread his legs, leaning down and watching his finger disappear inside of Mitch with a hungry expression. His mouth was watering.

Mitch gripped Scott's hair for leverage when he removed his fingers and replaced it with his dripping tongue.
"Ah!" He moaned as he felt Scott flatten his tongue inside him, spreading his tight walls.

Scott tugged off his boxers and jerked his cock as he ate Mitch. He used his tongue to spell his name in Mitch's entrance.

Mitch couldn't hold it anymore, he came all over himself. Scott continued to lick Mitch, making the tiny brunette try to scoot up from Scott's experienced tongue, but the blonde grabbed his legs and yanked him down, plunging his tongue even deeper.
"Can't eat away that easily." He smirked as he pulled his tongue out a rubbed Mitch's entrance before lining up and ramming his monster cock into Mitch's tiny hole.

"Oh god!" Mitch screamed at the sudden intrusion as he gripped the couch with all his might.

Scott thrusted hard, loving the feeling of Mitch's walls wrapping around his monstrous appendage.
"Yeah! Take that fucking dick, you little slut." Scott growled with every thrust as he felt Mitch contract around him, riding out another orgasm.

Scott stopped moving, and Mitch whined as he started to wiggle his hips to fuck himself on Scott's cock.
"You like fucking yourself on my cock, kitten? You like it?" Scott growled in Mitch's ear as moth continued to fuck himself.

Wet noises filled the air from Mitch's hole getting wetter and wetter with every inch that he took. His moans became soft as he couldn't fuck himself at a fast pace.

Scott leaned up and latched his large hands on Mitch's skinny waist, thrusting hard and fast as he slowly felt his cock tingle with anticipation of his orgasm.

Scott pulled out the until the very tip of his cock was inside of Mitch and shot his juices, his length twitching as his base was hit with the cold air during his hot tipped orgasm.

Mitch sighed as he thought Scott was done.

Thought.

Scott thrusted back in at a slow pace and grinder his hips to drive his cock in and out of Mitch and lead to his next orgasm. Mitch moaned even more at the feeling of Scott grinding his cock to the hilt inside of him.

Scott let out breathy groans as he felt himself swell.
"Fuck." He felt himself building another orgasm.

He lifted one of Mitch's legs over his shoulder as he fucked at a whole new angle.

Mitch came instantly, feeling Scott ram into his prostate sent him to the moon and back.

Scott fucked as fast as he could, feeling the cum rushing from his balls and into his cock; preparing to shoot.

"Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah!" Scott shouted as he shot his second round of liquids into Mitch's warmth.

He could feel his cock pulsating inside of Mitch's walls, milking his slightly as his ragged breath made him move ever so slowly.

As he pulled out, with every inch he suit another rope of cum into Mitch.

The two were left breathing heavily as Scott flashed his cock in front of Mitch's face, wanting him to suck any of the cum that decided to stay out.

Mitch took Scott into his mouth and swirled his tongue around completely, collecting the white substance that was filling him currently. He swallow with pride.

The two pasted out on the couch, the last words being this.
"I won the bet. I want you in nothing but a pair of handcuffs tomorrow." Mitch spoke.