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“Hey, Scotty,” The familiar voice greeted on the other end of the line. Scott smiled.

“Hey, birthday boy.” He greeted, trying to tone down his excitement. “When will you come home? I want to give you your birthday present, but as you know. I’m not allowed to leave the house.” Scott laughed as he looked at the ankle monitor. Usually he brings a small gift to Mark’s work before they can celebrate at home, but today can’t be one of those days.

Mark rolled his eyes but chuckled as well. Being a cop while your boyfriend is on house arrest is something special. “Soon, I hope. You better not cheat the system, Scott, and wait for me at home.” The officer warned, knowing his boyfriend's history of tricks.

“Promise.” Scott lied. “How long is soon?” He asked as he looked at the clock on his wall.

The officer sighed and looked at the red light he was waiting under. “I’m on patrol right now, doing my last lap. I don’t know, like an hour maybe. I’ll try to leave before Liam gets a hold of me, okay?” He hoped his boyfriend hadn’t planned anything that could get them both in trouble.

“Alright, see you soon then,” Scott murmured before ending the call. An hour is not enough for him to get rid of this ankle monitor and go shopping. Of course, being locked inside your own house has its pros and cons, but being locked inside your own house while it’s your boyfriend’s birthday is the most frustrating. And to his luck, the gift he ordered online did not arrive. He had to think of something fast.

“I’m home!” Mark called out as he walked into the house. The place was too silent for his liking. He kicked off his shoes and looked around. Nothing seemed out of place. Maybe Scott fell asleep?

“Scotty?” He called out again as he checked the living room. The TV was off, but the couch was messy. Scott must’ve been binge-watching his favorite show earlier. Mark made his way to the bedroom.

The door was ajar. On instinct, Mark reached for his holster as he carefully made his way to the door. He’s always paranoid when it comes to his home, but dating a hero made it worse. You never know when a villain hides in your house.

Relief filled his body when he saw no one but Scott, but lust soon replaced that feeling when he realised what was happening.

Scott was lying on his hip, facing the door, with a goofy grin on his face. He was wearing only dark red lingerie. It wasn’t anything fancy. Just a lacy bra and panties that did nothing to hide his excitement. “Hey there, officer,” He greeted playfully.

Mark could already feel his pants tightening. “Hey, handsome.” He breathed out as he shut the door behind him.

The Ant-Man got up and walked towards the man. When he reached him, he grabbed Mark’s tie and pulled him down for a kiss. The kiss was soft, but it was obvious how badly they wanted each other.

“Happy birthday,” Scott murmured before he started to walk backwards while tugging Mark with him by the tie. They fell into the bed together. Mark didn’t bother with stripping. He kissed the man under him as his life depended on it while he ran his hands up his thighs.

“I take it that you like your birthday gift?” Scott teased as he settled on the bed. His legs spread to accommodate the other man’s size. “Oh, I love it,” Mark muttered before reaching for his belt.

Scott felt a rush of excitement through his body. He impatiently wiggled his hips as he watched how hurried Mark’s hands were. The man finally unzipped his pants and lowered them along with his underwear enough to pull out his dick. As he reached to grab lube, Scott stopped him. “I’m already prepped.”

That was all Mark needed before spitting on his hand and wrapping it around his base. Instead of removing the man’s panties, he moved the strap aside, lined up, and slowly pushed into his lover. Both of them moaned at the sensation.

He didn’t move immediately. Instead, he kissed the man beneath him as he gave him time to adjust to his size.

The ant-man grew impatient. He lifted his hips and grabbed onto Mark’s shoulders. “Please move,” He begged. The officer smirked before pulling out almost all the way and pushing back in slowly. Teasing the man beneath him was a guilty pleasure of his, mostly because of how flustered Scott gets.

Scott moaned. His cheeks already turned pink, and the front of his panties started to soak with pre-cum. He wrapped his legs around the man with the need to feel all of him.

The pace started slow, but it didn’t take long before Scott started begging for more. Mark could never say no to him. So he complied and angled his hips for harder thrusts. The room filled with moans and skin slapping skin.

“Fuck!” Scott cried out. He arched his back and grabbed onto the pillows. Mark grabbed the man’s hips to keep him in place. “Are you close, Scotty?” He murmured as he felt his own climax build up.

“God yes!” Scott moaned and pushed up to meet Mark’s thrusts. He wrapped his arms around the other man. Needing him close as he came.

They both collapsed and stared at the ceiling. This time the room was quiet. Only their deep breaths disturbed the peace.