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Hello everyone and happy smutty sunday; happy BCF month too!! weve come with the first anonymous submision of the month! (do you remember the smut roulette?)

Anders' breath hitched as Mitchell's hands traced a slow, reverent path across his bare chest. Every touch felt like an artist tracing across his finest work, each movement deliberate and filled with unspoken admiration. Mitchell's gaze followed the curve of Anders' body, his eyes dark with desire and a profound, almost sacred awe. "You're perfect," Mitchell murmured, his voice low and husky, as he leaned in to press a fervent kiss to Anders' collarbone. "Let me show you just how much you mean to me."

Anders shivered, the warmth of Mitchell's breath across his skin sending a small wave of anticipation down his spine. Moving his arms to wrap around the neck of the other, he could feel the intensity of Mitchell's focus, every kiss and touch an act of pure devotion, pure adoration. Mitchell's lips continued their journey, mapping out Anders' body with a slurry of tenderness and hunger, making him feel cherished in a way he had never known before. Mitchell's hands moved lower, exploring the planes of Anders' abdomen, his fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, the small hills of his bones. "I want to worship every inch of you," Mitchell whispered, his words a promise that sent a surge of heat through Anders' veins. "Will you let me?" Mitchell asked, his focused gaze moving upward to meet Anders'. Anders let out a breathy sigh, "Yes," he barely got out from between his lips, his desperate voice earning a smile from Mitchell. "Such a good boy," Mitchell praised, moving to press another delicate row of measured kisses along the chest of his lover. Mitchell's hands made their way to the edge of the fabric lining Anders' hips, easily finding the button to undo it. His kisses began to press lower and lower on the bare skin of Anders' abdomen, earning small hitched breaths and quiet whines of anticipation.

"You're so beautiful," Mitchell hummed against Anders' skin between these devoted kisses. "Absolutely breathtaking," he swore to the other, one hand tracing his waist, the other unzipping the pants that so desperately needed to be removed. Anders could barely keep his gaze on Mitchell, his cheeks flushing a deeper and deeper red with each comment. "Stop saying things like that already," he murmured, embarrassed at the unsteadiness of his own voice. "I cant. I won't. I crave you. I want you, Anders. Every inch of your gorgeous body. Every valley and hill of your skin. Every blink of your captivating eyes. The caress of your hands, and the patter of your feet across the floor," Mitchell pressed on, sliding the fabric off of Anders' body, observing every bit of him as it was uncovered. Anders' dick sprang forth from the fabric, already hard and eager, with a suppressed moan slipping from the man's throat. "Mm," Mitchell hummed with approval, moving to trace along the inner thigh of Anders. "And I couldn't ever get enough of you," he continued, hands navigating to Anders balls, gently massaging as he looked back up to try to meet the others' gaze once more. The unsteady, nearly drunken gaze that he Anders returned to him gave him his own wave of sheer lust. He could feel his own bulge pressing at the front of his bottoms, begging to be let out, to be inside this heavenly being. "Gods, you're so fucking hot, Anders," his low, lustful voice asserted, hand now moving to grasp at the soft flesh of Anders ass. A stifled moan left Anders as he moved his own hand to grasp into Mitchell's hair. Mitchell's lips now moved along his thigh his breath grazing the beautiful length before him. Anders closed his eyes, basking in the touch and letting these feelings overtake his mind and body. A warm, wet mouth slipping over his dick with a hum strengthened his grasp in the locks of Mitchell's hair and urged his mouth agape.

The sounds cascading from the lips of the sweet man above him was all the encouragement Mitchell needed to damn-near suck the soul out of him. The moans, the pleasured shifts and twitches, the waves of uncontrolled swearing and cursing - Anders swore he was dreaming. Anders breath caught as he felt the edge of climax waving over him, his body tensing noticably. "Hmm, what is it, my love?" Mitchell questioned with a knowing smile. "Fuck," Anders breathed as another squeeze cleared every thought but those of the man before him from his head. "I want you," he managed, "I want you to fuck me," he demanded, looking into Mitchell's eyes with near desperation. "I'm working on it," Mitchell assured, "I've got you," he hummed along, shifting his upper body to grab the lube kept on the bedside table. Anders hands in his hair, arms wrapping around his neck, kept Mitchell's gaze on the beautiful face of his lover as he slipped the first lubed digit in. Anders body tensed, but only for a moment - more out of anticipation than anything - before Mitchell pressed further inside, urging a satisfied moan from Anders. "What wonderful sounds you're making for me," Mitchell cooed as the hand in his hair tightened it's grip, the moans in his ear only adding fuel to his burning desire. He continued on like this for a short while, pushing and pulling the digit, before adding another. "You're doing so good," Mitchell praised the other, scissoring the digits, granting him even more of the sounds he so craved. Mitchell kept up with this, Anders dick dribbling both saliva and precum, until he could slip in a third digit and get his lover accustomed to the feeling. "Are you ready, my love?" Mitchell's husky voiced questioned, pulling his fingers from the man and earning a shiver from Anders. "I've been-" A quick but soft shush interrupted Anders. "Shhhhh, my love. Yes, or no?" Mitchell delicately posed, wrapping a hand along the side of Anders side. "Yes," Anders spoke in a near-whisper, watching as Mitchell reached to pull his own cock from the pants sat squarely across his hips. Mitchell looked up once more with a smile across his lips, pulling Anders close and pushing his own throbbing cock into the desperate man. Mitchell started slowly, almost teasingly, to fuck Anders. His pace would quicken as he pressed rough kisses into Anders neck and growl sweet, dirty remarks to his lover. "You feel so good, my beautiful, perfect fuck toy," He wanted to fuck every thought from Anders mind. His could tell he was rather close to achieving this goal by the near animalistic sounds, the desperate, needy moans, the clenching and tightening of his lovers muscles. He quickened his pace once more, a harsh slapping, pounding, rough pace as Anders whimpered and moaned for him, for more, for release. "That's right, Anders, come for me," Mitchell's voice ordered, his own body beginning to crave the same release he desired to entice from the other. His pace becoming uneven, but his ferocity not faltering even a bit, Mitchell pressed deep into his lover. Once, and then again, and once more, earning him the heavenly cries of his lover's climax. He felt the muscles of his partner tighten and tremble around his cock, easily urging his own orgasm forth as he pressed once more, deeply and desperately, into Anders. He let this wave take him, and let out his own shaky, breathy moan as he came deep inside Anders.

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