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Will was painting.
Will was always painting, really, but he’d never looked quite so pretty doing it before.
(That was a lie. Every time Mike saw him, he thought Will was prettier than the last time.)
He’d clearly had a sleepless night, if the rising sun was an indicator. It’d been years, but Mike didn’t think the Upside Down would fully release its hold on Will anytime soon.
The sun was casting soft pinks and yellows across Will’s profile, making his hair and focused eyes golden. His sharp jaw was shadowed, and Mike felt heat stir in his stomach.
It didn’t matter how long they’d been together, how long they would be together (forever). Mike would never desire another the way he desired Will.
He crawled out of the sheets and stretched languidly before walking up behind Will. His hands slid around Will’s waist from behind, and he tucked his face in between his shoulder and jaw and breathed deeply.
Will let out a soft laugh. “Good morning.”
“Mm. Morning.”
His voice was still raspy from sleep and he felt Will’s shiver and the way his shoulders lost just a little bit of tension. He pressed a warm kiss to the skin of Will’s throat.
“Look pretty,” Mike mumbled against his neck. Will shivered again.
“Thanks. Been working on it for a couple hours.”
Mike very clearly meant Will, but he would let him deflect this time. If only because the painting really was pretty.
The painting was a meadow of flowers, all soft pinks and blues, with the sun casting its light down on the many plants and trees. Will was currently painting a tiny brown and white rabbit with droopy ears.
“You should go brush your teeth,” Will said. Mike huffed.
“You’re so romantic,” he deadpanned, pressing one more kiss to his throat before unwrapping himself from his boyfriend and meandering to their shared bathroom.
Mike likes to complain, but he actually did feel more human after brushing his teeth and rinsing his face with cold water. He plopped back down on their bed to watch Will paint, not bothering to put on a shirt or anything. It’s not like he planned on leaving the apartment any time soon, given that it was a Saturday.
Mike watched Will paint for a while, taking in the way his brows furrowed and his tongue poked out. He took in the tension in his shoulders and frowned himself. He’d almost forgotten his initial observation that Will had been up all night.
He stood again and walked up behind Will, placing his heavy hands on Will’s shoulders. Will twitched in surprise, but sighed and dropped his head forward when Mike’s thumbs dug into his muscles.
“Come to bed,” he murmured, rubbing firm circles. Will hummed.
“In a little bit.”
“That wasn’t a request,” Mike answered, dipping his head back into the junction of Will’s shoulder to nip lightly. Will drew in a breath.
“Mike,” he protested softly.
“Come on,” Mike said. “I’ll make it worth your while, baby, you know that.”
“Ulterior motives,” Will teased, tilting his head to the side and allowing Mike more room. Mike smirked.
“I’ll put you to sleep,” he promised. “Then we can get up in a few hours and order takeout. Just relax today, Will.”
Will sighed, leaning back against Mike’s chest as the latter’s hands slid down to grasp his hips and pull him flush against him. He made a quiet noise, turning his head so their lips could connect. Mike felt shivers go down his spine at the feeling of Will’s plush lips against his own, hands slipping up under Will’s shirt to grab at his bare waist. Will pulled away to speak.
“Take care of me, Mike.”
Mike hummed, turning Will around to face him and connecting their lips again. Will’s hands slid up his arms to run fingers through his hair, making him shiver and open his mouth to deepen the kiss. Will responded in kind, mouth opening so his tongue could meet Mike’s. Will used his grip in Mike’s hair to tilt his head, making Mike let out a little noise as he followed the motion.
Mike pulled back to turn them around so Will’s back was to their bed before walking him back. He spread him out on the sheets reverently, running his hands down Will’s - unfortunately - clothed body. Will’s pupils were blown as he looked up at Mike and waited.
“Take your shirt off,” Mike whispered. Will practically did a crunch in order to pull his shirt - Mike’s shirt, the freckled boy was now noticing - over his head and toss it on the floor. Mike hummed his appreciation and held himself over the brunette, kissing him again.
He lowered his weight down onto Will, who let out a little whine when their erections met. He shifted and ground down gently, wanting Will to feel good but not wanting to rush.
He broke the kiss once more to kiss down his face, down his jaw, until his lips latched onto Will’s collarbone. He ground down again as he sucked on the delicate-looking bone, making Will let out a noise. He pulled himself away once he was satisfied with the mark, kissing languidly down until he could run the flat of his tongue over Will’s left nipple.
Will let out a little cry at the sensation, pushing his chest up and tangling his fingers in Mike’s hair. Mike sucked a little before pulling back to press a small kiss to the hardened nub and lean in to suck some more. His left hand held Will’s side near his chest so his thumb could rub circles on the other nipple.
“Mike,” Will said, a little whine in his voice. Mike switched sides, pressing his thumb into the one he just abandoned. Will rutted and Mike hummed, pressing him down into the bed as he began to kiss down Will’s abdomen.
He stopped just above his belly button, biting down before sucking a mark. Will’s stomach trembled, either from holding back giggles or the desire to rut up. When Mike was satisfied with the mark he left, he hovered above Will’s belly button.
“That’s how deep I’ll hit,” he said, his voice deep and filled with lust. He pressed on the bruise he just left and Will whimpered. “Right here.”
He knew if he could see himself from Will’s perspective that his eyes would be so blown they’d look black, that his curly hair would be a mussed mess, that his lips would be cherry red from sucking and kissing. But he liked his perspective a lot better, where Will was flushed pink and slightly desperate, fluffy hair sticking up and to his forehead, needy gaze fixed on Mike between his legs.
Mike sat up to pull Will’s boxers down before settling back between his legs, the shorter’s thighs thrown over his shoulders and his arms wrapped around his thighs from underneath. He jerked Will a couple times, relishing the choked moan that came from his love’s lips. He leaned down to press a kiss to the leaking head before opening his mouth and taking the tip in. Will groaned breathlessly and shifted his hips, thighs tightening briefly around Mike’s head as his fingers clenched rhythmically, restlessly, on the bed sheets.
Mike bobbed up and down for a moment before pulling back, pulling a groan of protest from Will at the same time.
“Shh, honey,” Mike soothed. “I promised to make it good for you.”
“So good,” Will panted, reaching down to scratch at Mike’s scalp. Mike’s eyes closed as he tilted his head into Will’s hold. “You always make me feel so good.”
Mike shifted out of Will’s hold, reluctantly, to put his long limbs to use and grab the lube from their nightstand. He squeezed some onto the fingers of his right hand, rubbing them together to warm the gel. He leaned back down and turned his head to suck bruises into Will’s sensitive inner thighs that trembled under the ministrations as he eased his middle finger into Will.
Will let out a sigh as Mike switched thighs and added another finger, thrusting them in and out slowly to get him used to the stretch. He picked up the pace after a few minutes, listening to Will’s breaths get heavier again as he lifted his head.
“Feeling alright?” he asked quietly. Will groaned.
“Better than. Give me another.”
“Bossy,” Mike reprimanded teasingly, but ultimately giving him what he wanted because he was a weak man against Will Byers. He always has been.
Mike curled his fingers and Will let a punched-out moan ring through the air, back arching minutely. “Fuck, Mike.”
“That’s the plan.”
Mike watched Will roll his eyes in the annoyed, not-sexy way, but didn’t miss the smile curling the ends of his lips up.
“Ready when you are, slow ass.”
“You’re mean today,” Mike said, slipping his fingers out and situating himself on his knees between Will’s thighs. He lined himself up. “That’s okay. I know how to make you nice.”
He hungrily took in Will’s expression as he sunk home, watching the way his pretty hazel eyes widened before fluttering shut, watching the way his eyebrows lifted and furrowed and his pretty pink lips drop open in a silent moan.
“Mike,” he sighed contentedly when Mike was as deep as he could go. The tight-hot-wetness around Mike made his own lids droop, but he kept his eyes on Will, never getting enough of seeing him, having him like this. Mike let a smirk curl on his lips when Will’s lust-filled eyes met his.
“Right here,” he reminded him, pressing down on the bruise above Will’s belly button lightly and feeling the slight pressure from the inside. Will whined, nodding.
“I know,” he said breathlessly. “So deep, Mike…”
Mike held onto Will’s waist and pulled out before thrusting in slowly, rolling his hips to hit Will’s spot. He knew he succeeded when Will locked his knees around Mike’s hips.
“Feel good?” Mike panted. Will moaned, eyes closed and head nodding thoughtlessly.
Mike put his hand on Will’s stomach just under his belly button on his next thrust in, and oh.
Mike watched as Will’s eyes blew wide and his back arched, pretty artist hands balling the sheets tightly.
“ Oh, you like that huh?” Mike cooed, keeping his hand there as he kept up his slow dirty grind. Will could do nothing but draw in ragged breaths and let out broken moans. “Fuck yeah, you like that.”
He could feel Will’s thighs trembling around him and knew that if he had eyes on the back of his head that he would see Will’s toes curled, pointing up toward the ceiling. He was making it no secret how much he enjoyed what Mike was doing, hands releasing the sheets to grasp tightly onto Mike’s wrists. His short nails dug into Mike, who let the dull pain turn to pleasure as it traveled down his spine and to his core.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this,” Mike sighed. He shook off Will’s hold on one of his hands to reach up and tilt Will’s head down until their eyes met. Will’s gaze was needy. Mike’s was hungry.
Will opened his mouth to let Mike press down on his tongue with his thumb, the rest of his hand cradling Will’s jaw. Will’s lips closed around the tip, suckling thoughtlessly.
“Good boy,” Mike murmured, deepening his thrusts to watch Will’s eyes fight to stay open. He thrust in again and stayed pressed up against Will’s spot, grinding meanly. Will sobbed.
“Too much,” he slurred around Mike’s thumb, back arching and head tilting so far back that Mike’s hand grasped air instead of his jaw. He brought his hand back to Will’s waist to pull him into the thrusts.
“Just enough, baby,” he soothed. “Come on, come for me.”
It took a few more thrusts, where Will’s cock rubbed between both their stomachs, before it hit.
Mike felt Will’s leg kick out before wrapping desperately back around Mike, tightening his legs around the freckled boy as he shook hard. Mike felt Will’s long pretty fingers grip his arms, nails digging in. Mike watched Will’s eyes roll back as his back arched and painted their stomachs white, whiny moans leaving his mouth with every exhale.
“ Good job, looks like it feels so good,” Mike praised, keeping up his slow thrusts until Will finished. He pulled out and leaned down to press his face into Will’s neck.
“Come on baby, just need your hand, do so good for me every time, just need your hand…”
Will wrapped a hand around Mike’s length, making a weak circle since his strength left him with the intense orgasm. Lucky for both of them, Mike really didn’t need much after what he witnessed.
Mike thrust into Will’s hand a couple of times before moaning into Will’s throat and his spend joined Will’s on Will’s stomach. They panted against each other for a long moment, regaining their strength, before Mike pulled back to sit on his knees in a mimic of when they started.
He looked down at Will, feeling a spark of desire but mostly possessive satisfaction at the sight that met his eyes. Will was nothing short of fucked out, eyes closed and breath heavy. His hair was sticking up everywhere with sweat, his throat and thighs and stomach covered in bruises, and their cum staining his stomach.
“Pretty,” Mike whispered. Without opening his eyes, Will smiled sheepishly as his cheeks flushed a little more.
“Get a rag, sap,” he said sleepily. Mike leaned down to press a sound kiss to his forehead before doing what he was told.
After he wiped Will down with a warm rag, he helped him dress in one of Mike’s sweatshirts and his abandoned boxers. Mike dressed himself in the sweats he was wearing in his sleep and the tshirt Will abandoned.
He crawled into bed after shutting their blinds against the bright morning sun, allowing Will to cuddle up from behind him and letting himself be wrapped in Will’s strong arms. He sighed happily, even though Will pushed his cold nose into the nape of his neck.
“G’night,” Will slurred, halfway asleep already as he leeched Mike’s heat. Mike smiled with his eyes closed, blindly bringing one of Will’s hands up to his face to press a kiss to it.
“Goodnight, love.”