Archive of Our Own

It’s late when Mike comes home that night.

Ever since he got a promotion for his job as an archivist, he’s been working later and later hours. Especially recently, because there’s this one big project that he’s been tasked to finish by his boss. Fortunately, he and his team are almost done with it. Hence, he’ll likely be able to stop coming home late. Hopefully.

Well , he thinks as he unlocks the front door with his key, at least I told Will beforehand.

The first time he’d come home late due to the project, he’d forgotten to message Will on his pager. Will had been pretty upset over it, thinking Mike was ignoring him. Now that Will’s aware of Mike’s workplace situation, he doesn’t complain about it anymore. But Mike can still tell that it bothers him.

And it bothers Mike as well. Call him clingy if you’d like – he’s heard that enough times from his friends and family, teasing him over his wariness from being separated from Will. But he can’t even be angry at them, because it’s true. Will is his person , so of course he wants to be around him as often as possible. Something that’s been lacking as of late because of his job.

When he enters his house, he notices that all the lights are off except for the one coming from their shared kitchen-and-dining room. He heads inside, and his exhaustion melts away as he smiles at what he sees.

On the dining table sits a plate half-full of seasoned chicken kebabs, which smell absolutely mouthwatering. Meanwhile, Will’s standing by the sink, washing up his plate and utensils. He’s draped in his favorite golden silk bathrobe, and his hair is soft and wavy and curling around his ears, meaning he must have showered and lathered his hair in his favorite conditioner before Mike got here. He also seems to not have noticed Mike’s entry into their home.

Slowly and carefully, Mike sets aside his bag at the counter before stepping behind Will and wrapping his arms around his torso. Will jerks at the sudden touch, but immediately relaxes once he registers who it is.

“You’re home late,” Will points out, like he always does when Mike doesn’t get back on time. “I just finished eating.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” Mike whispers, trailing little kisses from the side of Will’s face down to his neck. “But I’ll have you know the project’s practically done at this point, so the late nights are pretty much over.”

“I hope so.” Will’s wet hand leaves the sink and squeezes Mike’s hand resting atop his chest. He adds fondly, “I’m proud of you.”

Mike preens at the praise. “Thanks, honey.  And dinner looks amazing too.”

“You haven’t even eaten it yet.”

“So? You made it. I bet it’s fucking delicious.” Mike finishes his statement with a big wet smooch on Will’s cheek, which causes the other man to giggle.

“Sap,” Will teases. He turns off the faucet and finally turns around to face Mike, who immediately plants a sweet kiss on his lips. Ah, Mike thinks, he had definitely missed this.

They trade several slow, lazy kisses with Will pinned to the sink, before Will grabs a dish towel and smacks Mike on the shoulder with it. “Come on, you need to eat,” he lightly scolds. He takes Mike by the hand and marches them over to the dinner table.

Typically the chairs of their dinner table would be arranged so they’d have to face one another, but this time, Will moves his chair so that he can be seated right next to Mike. He leans his head onto the taller man’s shoulder as Mike takes a kebab and bites into it, letting the savory and peppery flavor explode on his tongue

“Mm, this is really good, baby,” he says, before digging in again.

Will bashfully turns his head and laughs against Mike’s collarbone, the sound sending pleasant vibrations over Mike’s skin. “I’m glad you enjoyed it – even though I’m sure it’s not entirely up to your standards.”

Mike’s usually the one who cooked for them – an activity he quite enjoyed, thinking of it as a way to relax and de-stress after a long day. But as Mike’s late nights started to pile up, Will had taken to learning how to cook himself, as his own job as a high school arts teacher usually let him come home much earlier.

Mike shakes his head and presses a kiss to Will’s forehead. Now it’s his turn to lightly scold his boyfriend as he says, “Don’t talk like that. It’s delicious.”

Will just smiles beatifically at him, holds Mike’s hand – the one not holding the kebab – and threads their fingers together. Mike squeezes back and rests his cheek on top of Will’s head.

“Tell me about your day?” Will whispers.

Mike acquiesces, talking about his project and the different kinds of new material that showed up for him to read over and preserve, including some hilariously racy letters between some historical politician and his gay lover. He talks about his co-workers, notably that evil asshole Timothy who is just making his life worse in every way by dropping more paperwork onto his desk. He doesn’t talk about missing Will, but that’s all implied so Will knows, anyway. In turn, Will talks about his own day at school, how he helped a couple of students out with their still-life paintings, how his lesbian co-worker Emily gave him a free doughnut because it was her birthday, and how he’s worried he’ll have to fail some smarmy (Mike’s words, not his) sophomores who refused to show up for a single class. Mike listens intently all the while, thumb stroking the back of Will’s hand while he continues eating his kebab.

This kind of domestic bliss is exactly the thing Mike thought he’d never have. When he was a child, watching the loveless, almost transactional marriage his parents had, domesticity in relationships had felt like some faraway, alien thing. It just wasn’t in the cards for a boy like him; every time he had imagined it, it would be with some faceless woman he would have to make his wife and future mother of his children. As a kid it was something gross and yucky; as a teenager it was this looming inevitability he feared, for it seemed to spell out his fate – a cold, passionless, dead-end relationship, just like the one his parents had.

But everything changed when he and Will confessed to each other and started dating, almost a decade ago. His life had gone from shades of gray to an explosion of color, and his future, which had seemed so bleak and full of despair, was for the first time, full of hope. For the first time, he was looking forward to something – living out the rest of his days with Will by his side.

Now, he has this – doing mundane activities like eating dinner and washing dishes with the man he adored above all else. It’s terrific. It’s everything to him. Now, Mike knows why the poets would always praise and extol the virtues of love – because it’s truly something to be celebrated.

But more than anything, though, Mike loves touching Will the most.

Obviously, this applies in the sexual sense – Mike loves pleasuring Will, loves the feel of Will’s soft flesh under his roaming fingers, loves kissing his plump lips or having them wrapped around his dick, loves Will’s dick and cradling it in his own hands or mouth. But even in non-sexual scenarios, there is always a gentle intimacy in touching Will. Strolling down the street holding hands – or if they’re in a not-so-safe area, their fingers briefly brushing against each other as they walk. Hugging and cuddling when they're at home watching a movie or in their bed about to sleep. Even sweet, fleeting kisses that have no intention of becoming deeper or filthier.

Mike feels the need to always have Will’s skin on his, in any way, shape, or form. He’ll take what he can get – and fortunately for him, Will is happy to provide anything he wants.

He’s a lucky man.

“You look so good in this,” Mike whispers, toying with the silky fabric of his boyfriend’s bathrobe.

“This little thing? I wear it all the time,” Will laughs.

“And you look good all the time ,” Mike assures him, nipping at the shell of Will’s ear. His fingers roam over the bottom of the robe, and then slide into the slit that forms in the center of the outfit and reveals Will’s naked thigh – until his boyfriend sharply smacks his hand away.

“Eat your food, Michael,” he chides him, but Mike can see the amused sparkle in his eyes.

When Mike finishes off the last of the kebabs, Will gives him a short kiss on the cheek and tells him he’ll be in their room. Mike washes up the rest of the plates and utensils, turns off the light in the kitchen, makes sure everything is locked up, and then heads up the stairs to meet Will.

As he enters their bedroom, he spies Will walking out of their ensuite bathroom, wiping his mouth a little with the sleeve of his robe.

Will smiles at him. “Just brushed my teeth,” he murmurs, and passes Mike a clean towel. “Shower’s yours now.”

Mike beams in return. “Thank you, baby,” he coos, pecking Will briefly and tasting the sweet, toothpaste-mintiness on his lips. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” Will chirps back. Mike shoots one last grin over his shoulder before going inside the bathroom.

He strips off his clothes and tosses them into the wicker laundry basket in the corner of the bathroom, before sliding into the shower. He groans with relief as the warm water glides over his skin. He’d needed this, after those long work hours consisting of hunching over the desk and reading ancient material he’d later preserve. The water almost feels like a lover’s embrace all over his body.

Speaking of lovers… one of the consequences of Mike’s late nights was that he and Will hadn’t been able to set aside time for sex recently. Though this time, it’s not all entirely on him; Will had also been busy with his students’ finals, as well as grades submission. They were both exhausted by their respective jobs, and hadn’t the energy nor the desire for fucking.

Mike misses it. He’s pent-up, and most of the time he usually has to get himself off in the shower. He slides his hand down to his pale thighs, momentarily debating jerking off right now, but he’s not feeling particularly horny at this second, so he doesn’t push through with it.

When Mike’s done washing off his shampoo (some sort of 3-in-1 brand he’d picked up at the grocery store; a brand that Will turns his nose at) and his body wash (one that Will bought for him and smells like vanilla and sandalwood; meanwhile Will likes soft lavender smells and going the extra mile with things like exfoliating ), he turns off the shower head and steps out, patting the towel over his hair and skin. He almost knocks over the shaving cream Will must have left there by accident (Mike mostly just uses it for his face, whereas Will likes to use it for his whole body, keeping everything smooth and hairless). He stops by the sink to brush his teeth, picking up the toothpaste that he and Will both use (which is something that causes butterflies in Mike’s stomach to this day – the shared toothpaste is just another reminder of how intertwined their lives are now). 

Mike steps out of the bathroom once he’s done, still toweling at his wet hair, and stops when he sees that Will’s not there. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion, before shrugging. Perhaps his boyfriend is fixing something somewhere else. He rummages through his drawers for underwear, picking out a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers. He slides them on before hopping into bed, groaning as he feels the soft pillows and mattress against his tired back.

He lies there on their bed, waiting for Will to come back. Mike doesn’t really like falling asleep without Will by his side, especially when they’re both at home. 

Mike waits, and waits, and waits – for several minutes. But Will doesn’t come.

He frowns – well, it’s more like a petulant, childish pout, but it’s not like anyone can see him to determine otherwise. He props himself up on his elbows and raises his head, calling out, “Will? Are you coming to bed soon?”

Silence. Then – muffled movement and noises behind their closed bedroom door, before Will calls back, “Just a sec!”

“Alright,” Mike responds.

In the back of his head, he wonders what’s taking Will so long, especially since it seemed like he was finished with everything – he’d already brushed his teeth, after all. 

Mike’s not kept pondering for too long, though, as soon enough the door slowly opens, and Will steps inside, hands loose around the belt of his bathrobe. “I’m here," he says.

Mike blinks, thinking Will looks a little different. As Will moves closer to the bed, he can finally tell why – he’s got a fuchsia-red color on his lips, rose-pink blush on his cheeks, and light brown eyeshadow expertly set on his eyelids. He’s wearing makeup.

… Which can only mean one thing.

“Are you–”

But before Mike can finish his sentence, Will shrugs the golden bathrobe off, letting it drop to the floor – and Mike’s jaw drops along with it.

Will stands in front of him, wearing a white babydoll made of sheer, lacy fabric. The soft, flowing material drapes gently over his body, emphasizing his small waist tapering out into his rounded hips. The thin straps of the outfit are decorated with small looping ribbons on top of his shoulders. Underneath the babydoll, he’s sporting snow-white panties that just barely conceal his bulge, and the panties have a pretty little satin bow perched at the center of its seams. And, of course, the outfit can’t be complete without the silk stockings with satin garters that end just above his knees. 

Mike swears he sees heaven right then and there, because Will‘s body is the very definition of it.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Will ,” he breathes out, already feeling the haze of lust cloud his senses. “Fucking look at you. ”

Will’s eyes flutter shyly to the ground, before looking back at Mike under his eyelashes. He’s the perfect image of modesty and allure – but Mike’s sure that the “modesty” is just for show. Because as much as Will tries to blush and pretend otherwise – he’s a demon who knows exactly what will drive Mike crazy.

“You like it, baby?” Will asks, before kneeling and crawling on the bed and straddling Mike, hands coming up to find purchase on Mike’s shoulders. “I wore it just for you.”

“You know I fucking love it,” Mike all but growls out. “All for me, really?”

“ Mhmm. …” Will moves his hand down to Mike’s chest and spreads his fingers. Mike sees that his nails have a fresh coat of powder-blue polish on them. “You’ve been working so hard lately… thought you might want a reward….”

“God, fuck, Will, ” Mike moans. He moves quickly, positioning his large palms over Will’s waist, causing Will to involuntarily giggle like he always does when Mike puts his hands on him.

And he’s about to pull Will closer, when suddenly, he feels Will snatch his arms away and pins his wrists above his head using one hand. Mike blinks, surprised at the sudden reversal. “Wh–”

“I’m so glad you like it, baby,” Will cuts him off, and ah, there’s that smile toying on his lips – the angelic smile that could only belong to the devil. “I put so much effort into it, you know?”

“Mmm, yeah, sweetheart, I know,” Mike groans out, squirming under Will’s surprisingly strong grip. “I just wanna love on you, wanna show you how much I appreciate it– ”

Will interrupts, grinning wickedly at him. “–I put in all this work to look pretty in this lingerie, but don’t you think it’d be a shame if it was ruined right away?” 

Mike pouts. “But you love it when I ruin you.”

“Of course I do, baby. But tonight?” Will straightens his back and uses his other hand – the one not pinning Mike – to produce two pairs of handcuffs he’d been hiding behind him. He dangles them over Mike’s face with a suggestive smirk. 

“Tonight – you can look, but you can’t touch.”

Mike moans at that, arching his back. Will still keeps a firm hold on him.

“Do you think you can do that, baby? Wanna let me cuff you to the bed and force you to only watch me do whatever I want to you?” Will asks, lowering the handcuffs and presenting an option for Mike to back out.

To his credit, Mike considers it for a second. Normally when they have sex, Will’s usually the one getting restrained as Mike has his way with him. It’s something they’re both very obviously into. There are times where Mike’s on the receiving end of bondage, but those are few and far between. And it’ll be the first time he’d be wearing those cuffs, instead of being the one locking them. 

But the novelty of it fills him with so much anticipation, so much hunger, that he shakily nods and breathes out, “Yes, baby, do whatever you want to me, I want it so bad– ”

Will silences him with a deep kiss, tongue swiping at the entrance of Mike’s lips. But just before Mike could make it even deeper, Will pulls back with a contented smile. “Thank you, honey,” he says. “I’ll make it so good for you.”

You always make it good for me, Mike thinks.

Will briefly stands up and walks around to properly secure the handcuffs on the posts and on Mike’s wrists. Once he’s assured that it’s fine and not too tight, he climbs back onto the bed and straddles Mike’s hips, purposefully rubbing the swell of his ass on the tip of Mike’s erection.

Mike moans out, and continues making pleased noises as Will dips down to leave kisses over his skin, starting from the underside of his jaw and down his neck and collarbone. At multiple points, Will stops and sinks his teeth in, leaving a nice and proper hickey instead. Throughout it all, Will never ceases the measured movements of his ass on top of Mike’s clothed dick.

“I – I thought you said this would be a reward,” Mike huffs out in frustration, whimpering as Will’s mouth trails down and stops by his chest. 

Will looks up at him under his eyelashes, licking over his right nipple with a stiff tongue while his thumb plays with the other. It elicits the wanted response – Mike groaning in pleasure, which only grows louder as Will switches sides. One of the things Will had a lot of fun with over their sexual discovery period was that Mike had a particularly sensitive chest – a thing Will always liked to take to his advantage.

Eventually Will separates his mouth from Mike’s chest, long enough to answer his boyfriend’s question. “It is a reward,” he agrees, thumbing over the spit-wet nipples. “But it’s also a punishment.”

“A punishment?” Mike asks incredulously.

Will nods. “Mhmm. For all the late nights, for all the times I had to sleep on my own because you came back home when it was early in the morning… I felt so lonely, you know?” He pouts at him, and Mike frowns back, feeling instantly bad.

“I–I’m sorry, baby, but at least i-it’s over with now – ah! ” Mike lets out a shrill cry as Will harshly pinches at his nipple.

“You don’t have to say sorry, honey,” Will says sweetly, as if he’s not the devil in disguise himself. “Just let me do this to you.”

With that, Will continues his trail of kisses downward. As his mouth moves to Mike’s stomach, he stops straddling his boyfriend and moves himself to the left side of the bed, still kneeling down as he presses bright lipstick stains all over Mike’s pale, freckled skin. 

Soon enough, he stops where skin meets the elastic waistband of Mike’s Calvin Kleins. Mike watches with bated breath as Will licks his lips, pupils dilating in his hazel eyes as he stares hungrily at the clothed bulge.

“Mm, you look so sexy in these,” Will sighs blissfully. His dainty fingers press precariously over the tented boxers, and then, slowly, agonizingly, he starts moving his palm up and down in a way that leaves Mike keening. “I miss having you in me.”

“I miss being inside you too, Will,” Mike gasps out, arms shaking over his head. “Please, unh , please do something about it…?”

Will ignores him, continuing to leisurely rub Mike over the fabric. It’s almost painful, that the only thing separating his dick from Will’s hand is a thin layer of cloth. 

It gets even worse as Will dips his head down, and Mike thinks yes, finally! only for Will to not pull the boxers down but rather, continue to mouth over Mike’s erection, tasting nothing but damp fabric. Mike lets out a sharp exhale, and Will watches with amusement as the dark wet patch staining his boxers grows even darker and wetter.

“Look at you, already so hard for me,” Will whispers, placing kiss after kiss on the outline of Mike’s cock. “Do you want me to tell you about what I’ve been up to while you’ve been busy at work?”

“ Ngh, Will– ”

“Like I told you, I was very, very lonely. I went to the Circus the other day” – Circus being the name of the local gay-friendly sex store they both frequent– “to buy this lingerie. I tried it on when I got home, and then when I took it off I fingered myself thinking of how you’d react when you see me in this… and how much I missed having your cock in my mouth.” Will punctuates this by placing another open-mouthed kiss over the tent in Mike’s underwear.

“Mmphf… if you miss it so much, you should do something about it,” Mike replies, breathing heavily.

“Patience,” Will teases, winking at him. 

However, even Will seems to have run out of it, for he finally, finally , hooks his fingers on top of his Calvin Kleins and yanks it down. Mike helps him by kicking off the fabric, and soon enough, he is stark naked on the bed. His large, thick cock slaps against his toned stomach with only a mildly embarrassing sound, blushing-red at the tip and leaking.

Will looks down at it, licking his plush red lips. Mike needs those lips around him, now.

As if they have an established telepathic link, Will takes one look at Mike’s similarly hungry expression, and then wraps his hand around the base of his dick. Mike groans with the relief of at long last, Will touching him.

“ God, we’ve been together for so long, and I still can’t get over how big you are,” Will marvels as he strokes Mike at a leisurely pace. He ducks down to drool saliva over Mike’s slit before thumbing over it. Then he moves his face to the base of his cock and presses wet kisses all over it as he slowly goes upward.

Mike chuckles, but it comes out more as a rasp. “It’s just that it’s – ngh – proportionate…”

His boyfriend laughs as well at the old joke, and the vibrations it causes over Mike’s dick makes it jerk in his hand. Mike gasps and throws his head back onto the pillows.

“Will, darling, please, just need your mouth, need to be in your mouth, baby, please –”

Will’s grip on his cock suddenly tightens, interrupting Mike who lets out a choke instead. “Will!” he whines out. “I’m desperate, baby, please –”

“Well, if you really are desperate…” Will sighs, letting his breath warm over Mike’s length. He gets into a more comfortable position, kneeling on the bed, before he opens his mouth and leans down – and immediately sucks Mike to the base.

“Holy shit !” he shouts, back arching off the bed, handcuffs clattering above his head.

Will pauses there for one, two, three seconds, his nose pressed against the small dust of dark pubic hair, inhaling Mike’s scent. Then he leans back, suctioning his mouth around the head of Mike’s dick, before pulling off with a pop and lapping around the slit.

“There, you’ve had my mouth on you,” Will giggles, going back to pressing sweet kisses over his length.

“ Will .” Mike warns him, his voice takes a lower, darker tone. One that spells out I’ll definitely get you back for this later. If Mike’s hands weren’t restrained, he would have used them to push Will back on his cock until he gags. As it stands now, though, he’s handcuffed, which allows Will to do whatever he wants to him.

Will doesn’t seem bothered by the veiled threat – in fact, he giggles again. But eventually, Will takes Mike back into the wet heat of his mouth. His painted lips created a pretty bright-red ring around his dick, almost like the devil’s halo. He bobs his head up and down, creating a tight suction which grows even tighter as he hollows his cheekbones. Will makes sure to flick his tongue on the underside of his cock as well, and excess saliva begins to collect at the corner of his mouth.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Will,” Mike babbles, losing himself to the heady haze of lust.

He feels the tip of his cock hit the back of Will’s throat, and the sensation is so amazing that hips involuntarily buck up and cause Will to choke a little in surprise. Mike’s about to apologize, when Will rescinds his head and places a firm, sure grip on his hips.

“Keep still, or I’ll restrain your legs too,” Will tells him, hazel eyes flashing with his own warning.

Mike groans out a stuttered apology, settling his hips back on the mattress. Will accepts this, and returns to sucking him off, relaxing his throat so that he's more comfortable with having Mike’s cock shoved deep inside. When they first started dating, and given Mike’s more-than-above-average size, Will encountered considerable trouble at first when it came to giving Mike blowjobs, often gagging just from having half of it in, and needing to use his hand to cover and pump the length he couldn’t reach.

But experience really is the best teacher, because now, after years of being together in every imaginable way, Will is able to take him much more easily, barely even flinching as Mike’s dick repeatedly hits the back of his throat.

“Doing so good for me, sweetheart,” Mike moans. His hands curl into fists, wanting so badly to thread them into Will’s wavy hair. “You feel so hot, so wet around me.”

Will lets out a pleased hum at the praise, and it reverberates all over Mike’s dick. Mike curses under his breath at the heavenly sensation, and this time, when Mike thrusts his hips upward – now deliberate instead of by accident – Will’s ready for it, moaning at the feeling, like the gorgeous slut that he is. Will gets so much pleasure from sucking Mike off, and it’s written all over his blissed-out features – which, in turns, pushes Mike closer and closer to the teetering edge.

“I’m c-close, ah, Will – !”

Will only quickens his movements, plush lips smacking over and over against Mike’s crotch with a squelching sound. Saliva runs down Mike’s cock as well as down Will’s chin – the picture-perfect vision of fucked out . He brings his hand down to play with Mike’s balls, cupping and fondling them in his palm, and that causes Mike to let out a shout of pure pleasure.

“Fuck! Will, oh my god, you’re so good, baby, the perfect slut for me–”

Past all their filthy noises, Will looks up at Mike, eyelids thick and hazy with desire and hidden underneath his fluttery eyelashes. And the sight is just the perfect mixture of innocent and lewd that it’s what finally gets Mike to get to his breaking point.

“Wi-Will! Fuck, I’m coming, Will! ”

Mike’s vision blanks out as he feels himself releasing into Will’s throat, filling his mouth with thick white ribbons of his come that almost seem endless.

Will just swallows it all without complaint, even humming and looking happy as he takes it all in, like the whore that he is. When Mike finally feels himself finish coming, Will collects the excess that dribbled out of his mouth using his manicured fingers, licking them off in a practiced manner.

When Mike feels his senses return to him, he lifts his head off the pillows and moans softly at the gorgeous view in front of him. Will’s staring right back at him, head tilted a little to the side, his perfect face completely and utterly debauched. His cheeks, already flushed pink from his powder blush, is now even redder from the exertion. His fuchsia lipstick is smudged and almost completely gone from the hot, wet mess they made. A small trickle of come escapes from the corner of his mouth, which Will eagerly laps up with his tongue.

“Come here, you,” Mike huskily whispers.

Will immediately straddles his boyfriend and crawls over to meet him in a deep, dirty kiss. Their tongues intertwine, and Mike hums as he tastes himself in Will’s mouth – a taste he’s grown accustomed to, loving the way they always filthily kiss after one of them gives the other a blowjob. It’s addicting, intoxicating. Mike can never get enough of kissing Will like this.

When they separate, a long, thick strand of saliva connects their mouths – broken only when Mike begins to speak.

“You’re such a slut,” he breathes out, wanting to smack Will’s ass right then and there. “Did you know that?”

Will smiles innocently – which means to say of course I know that, duh.

Little devil.

“That was great, Will,” Mike sighs, but then a despondent tone overcomes his voice. “But I really wanted to fuck you.”

His boyfriend softly whines at his words. “I want that too, baby,” he replies, before looking pointedly at Mike. “Can you go for another round? So that you can come in my ass? I want that so fucking much, Mike. Do you?”

Mike moans, feeling a little overwhelmed at Will’s dirty talk. “Yeah, baby, I want that so bad,” he promises. But he jerks his hips a little, feeling his flaccid cock on his stomach, still in its refractory period. “Just – just give me some time to get it up again.”

“That’s no trouble,” Will quips back. “We can do something else while we’re waiting.”

Mike’s eyebrows knit together, as he’s a little bit confused. Will just beams brightly at him, before quickly rolling off his body. Mike’s about to protest, until he sees Will take off his pretty little panties, sliding them down his smooth, hairless legs, and tossing them down to the foot of the bed.

He’s about to ask Will what’s going on, when Will straddles him again – but this time, it’s in reverse, with Mike facing Will’s tanned back. Mike’s dark eyes roam downwards, and as Will starts to back up closer to his head, he realizes what’s about to happen –  and can’t keep back the moan of anticipation.

“Oh, fuck, Will, god– ”

“I want you to eat me out, baby,” Will says, wiggling his ass in front of Mike’s face – pure torture, really, since it’s so close and yet he can’t bring his hands up to slap it, knead it. “You always eat me out so good, I miss it so bad.”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck , I’ll do that, sweetheart,” Mike grunts, already feeling his cock begin to stir once again at the sight of Will’s impeccable ass. “Want my tongue fucking inside your pretty hole?”

Will moans, throwing his head back at the words. He then slaps his own ass, causing the skin to bounce from the movement. “Oh yes , it’s always so amazing, Mike,” he cries.

He shifts his ass closer and closer to Mike’s face, and Mike is helpless to do anything but admire what he personally believes is the best view in the entire universe – the roundness and suppleness of Will’s cheeks, the little beauty marks scattered across his tan skin, and just… the great size of it all.

But before Will can proceed any further and gracefully smother Mike, he says, “If you need to tap out, just… um…” He pauses as he looks around, realizing that he’s handcuffed his boyfriend and therefore probably can’t tell Mike to just pinch him if it gets too much. (Not that it ever gets too much for Mike. If he died with Will sitting on his face, he’d die a happy, happy man).

Finally, Will’s eyes land on Mike’s unrestrained legs and meekly continues, “Just, uh, kick me or something if you need me to get off or adjust.” His voice has lost the commanding quality he’d taken since the start of their session, and has returned to quintessential Will Byers – soft, bashful, and sometimes unsure of himself.

And, look, it’s sweet of Will to care so much and be so concerned over his wellbeing – but Mike needed his ass on his face since like, yesterday .

“I’ll be fine,” Mike assures. “Relax. Don’t worry about it, love.”

Will lets out a shaky exhale, before nodding in assent. His hands reach behind him to pull his fat cheeks wide apart, exposing his tight pink hole to the air, before lowering it down onto Mike’s awaiting mouth.

Mike wastes no time with the gift he’s just been offered. He licks a broad stripe from Will’s balls and up his crack to his hole, before leaning back just a little to spit onto the smooth, puffy skin, causing Will to whine at the wet slide of it all. Then Mike dives right back in, lapping his tongue over the reddened rim. He nips, sucks, licks, and kisses over Will’s pretty hole, just the way he knows Will loves it.

“Mmm, yeah, fuck , Mike – fuck! Yeah, baby, yeah, it’s so good, so fucking good… ”

Mike grins to himself, loving how increasingly vocal Will can get. It took a lot of encouragement and reassurance that yes , Mike fucking adored how loud Will can be, for Will to finally let loose with expressing his outright pleasure.

And Mike fucking craves those noises, treasuring each one that comes out of Will’s filthy mouth. He fucking loves knowing how good he can make Will feel, how he’s the only one who can see and make Will react just like this.

Mike stiffens and points his tongue, letting it find its way into Will’s ever-so-tight entrance. He lifts his chin so that he can fuck his tongue deeper and deeper, letting it reach further inside Will’s walls. 

“Oh god, Mike !”

Will’s hands had been dutifully splayed on his ass to spread his cheeks for easy access, but as Mike continues to sloppily thrust his tongue inside him, he moves. He takes one hand off a cheek and instead reaches behind him, threading his hands in Mike’s curly black hair and clenching it into a steady fist. He tugs at it, making Mike moan while his face is buried deep in his ass, the sound vibrating and sending ripples over the skin. 

He continues yanking at Mike’s hair, timing it just right so that each time he pulls Mike up, his ass humps down on Mike’s face. Will wails at the new, harsher rhythm, never ceasing his hips’ downward movements.

“Fuck, mmm, oh fuck, yeah, Mike!” he cries out, throwing his head back.  “God, you’re licking me so well, baby. You like this hole, huh? Love eating me out?”

Mike, dizzy with lust, tries to convey a nod as best as he could given the circumstances. There’s probably nothing in the world that can even come close to this experience, of smelling, touching, tasting Will like this. If he could, he’d spend the whole day eating Will out, worshiping his round, flawless ass for hours on end.

Slick noises echo across their bedroom as Will continues to grind down on Mike’s tongue. Mike can feel his own saliva dribbling down his chin, can hear the squelching from the wetness of it all. And though he knows it's just spit, he can feel himself getting hard as he imagines it being the fruit of Will’s desire; what he has to show from Mike’s persistent licks and tongue-fucking.

With one well-positioned, angled thrust of his tongue, Mike manages to graze against Will’s prostate. He knows he did it as Will lets out a strangled cry – one that Mike’s well-trained ears detect as him hitting that spot.

Mike thinks he’s going to continue tonguing Will’s hole until his boyfriend comes, but suddenly, Will lifts his ass from his face, and Mike embarrassingly lets his puffy, wet mouth chase after it, until it’s eventually too far away for him to follow.

Will sighs, before looking behind Mike. “That was so good, honey,” he praises, eyes dancing with amusement as he sees Mike smile at the compliment. “Look at this. You got me so wet .”

He spreads his cheeks with one hand and using the other, he slides two manicured fingers up his slick crack, slippery from Mike’s saliva. He circles his own rim with those fingers, brushing over it just so, never actually dipping them inside his greedy hole. Nevertheless, it causes Will to let out a breathy moan anyway.

“W-Why’d you stop, angel?” Mike asks, but it comes out more as a petty whine.

Will chuckles. “I’m just gonna open myself up some more, before I take your huge cock. Is that okay with you?”

It’s a rhetorical question, as Will doesn’t wait for an answer and instead reaches for the lube in their bedside drawer. Thankfully it’s not too far away, so Will doesn’t have to leave his position of straddling Mike.

Will drizzles a generous amount of lube onto two of his fingers. Once more, he uses his other hand to spread his cheeks and expose his hole.

He turns to wink at Mike, saying “Enjoy the show, baby,” before he slowly, slowly , inserts his fingers inside himself, letting out a low keen as he does so.

Will drops his face onto the mattress and between Mike’s spread legs. Then, he starts pumping his fingers in and out, first at a snail’s dragging pace, before he eventually starts moving quicker and quicker. He twists his fingers around, curls them and scissors them, spreading his hole to the best of his ability. Pathetic little yelps come out his mouth, turning more and more high-pitched as his movements get faster.

“Mm, oh yeah, nghhhh, ah, fuck, fuck!”

Meanwhile, Mike’s just forced to just lay there and watch it all happen, just an arm’s length away – only that both his arms are both restrained above his head. It’s like viewing a movie, complete with the utterly lewd soundtrack of the slick slaps of skin-on-skin. It’s a perverted heaven or a sinful hell, he’s not entirely sure which is better, but either way, it spells one thing for Mike – pure fucking torture.

“God, Will, you’re everything,” he groans, rattling the handcuffs again as he subconsciously wishes to break free and get his hands all over Will’s sexy body. “Wish I could do that to you, make you fall apart and cry and scream on my fingers…”

“ Mike ,” Will mewls, cheek smushed up against the mattress. “Mmm, oh fuck, me too, I wish these were your fingers. I’m, ngh , imagining it’s you fingering me open right now.” He licks his lips. “When I was at home and you weren’t there, I had to fuck myself open on my fingers, but it’s not the same. Your hands are just – mm, ahh – so much bigger than mine, so much longer , and you can hit so much deeper– ahh!”

Will moans as his fingers brush against his prostate, and he adds a third finger into the fray, opening his hole even wider as it just selfishly sucks it all in. He drops the hand that had been spreading his cheeks, using it to prop himself up on his elbow, before he swivels his head back to look at Mike, keeping his gaze fixed on him as he fingers himself.

“My hands are so small, even if I use three or – mm, fuck – even four fingers I’m sure I’ll still be so tight for your big cock,” Will giggles, almost manic with desire. Mike can relate.

“Shit, Will,” he grunts out. “Fuck, I love being in you, love feeling your hole around me, my dick, my fingers – always so tight.”

“ Yeah, yeah, ” Will chants as he continues his ministrations, adding on that promised fourth finger. His hole is almost gaping at this point, shiny from the mixture of spit and lube, so greedy like it can’t stop sucking Will’s fingers in. Like it’d take just about anything .

“Mmm… maybe I should have brought Little Mike, too,” Will teases, lips curling into a smirk. “Would have let you watch me fuck myself on it for the rest of the night, huh?”

Will is, of course, referring to the dildo that he’d purchased from Circus a few months ago, back when Mike went on a week-long business trip. Mike remembers calling Will late one night after an outing with his workmates, only for Will to start breathily moaning into the receiver. Turns out, he was lewdly fucking himself on the toy while they were talking. Mike’s glad he didn’t have to pay for the hotel’s phone bills, because he’d spent almost an hour on that call, dirty talking Will to an orgasm while jerking himself off, too.

When he came home after the trip, Will let him take a good look at Little Mike. It was transparent, plastic, and almost the same size as its namesake – just a little shorter, just a little less girthy. They still sometimes use the toy in their active sex life – one of their more memorable sessions from the past few months was Will riding Little Mike while he was sucking (real) Mike’s dick.

But right now, though, he doesn’t want Little Mike anywhere near Will’s hole. He doesn’t even want Will’s fingers near it. There’s only one thing he wants inside that perfect place – and he intends to make it clear.

“Will, fuck, god, enough with the teasing,” he groans. His dick’s so fucking hard again and it’s almost painful. “Please – please let me fuck your pretty hole, it’d be so good for you, I swear, baby.”

“Hmmm…” Will closes his eyes in faux contemplation, still pumping his fingers deep within. Then, with an exaggerated sigh, he nods. “You are always good for me.”

“Fuck!” Mike’s so relieved he almost cries. “Thank you, baby, thank you so much. ”

Will smiles at him, and ack, he has no right to be this so cute, so butterfly-inducing, when he’s about to get fucked within an inch of his life.

He pulls out his fingers with a shaky exhale, and then swings his legs over to the side to stop straddling Mike. He eyes Mike’s rock-hard erection, biting his bottom lip and fucking purring at the sight. He then wraps his dainty hand around its base, causing Mike to let out a staggered moan.

Will turns back to his boyfriend, and as he’s loosely stroking his cock, he asks, “Now, baby, how would you like me to ride you? Normally, or in reverse?”

Mike closes his eyes, weighing his options.

The first time Will rode him in reverse was when they were still awkward, fumbling, inexperienced teenagers. They discovered the position in a pamphlet they snuck out of some strange Sex Ed booth in Hawkins’ public library, and both were eager to try it out. They eventually found some private time in Mike’s basement to experiment, and when Will had straddled him backwards and started lowering himself onto Mike’s cock, the only thing Mike could see was Will’s large, voluptuous ass. Mike swears he died and went to heaven right then and there, as he let his palms knead and spread at Will’s cheeks while Will sobbed and rode him to completion. And now the position is one of their favorite things.

For that dug-up memory alone, Mike almost tells Will to ride him in reverse, but something in him stops him. His eyes travel from Will’s crotch – his own cock curved against his soft belly – up his torso – his tapered waist and his pink nipples – and then to his face – his wide doe eyes, his parted lips, his flushed cheeks,. The way Will stares back, sweetly and patiently awaiting Mike’s answer. In Mike’s professional opinion, Will is the most beautiful person in the world. And being able to wake up almost every morning by his side was a gift Mike would not take for granted.

The flutter in his stomach he gets from that thought is what finally decides his choice.

“Ride me normally.” He clarifies, “I want to see your gorgeous face, sweetheart.”

A surprised yet fond smile forms on Will’s mouth. Mike knows Will wants to call him a sap. But that’s okay, because Will is one too. 

“Alright, Mike,” he agrees.

“But – I do have a request.”

His boyfriend blinks at him, waiting for him to continue. Mike licks his lips, feeling heat rise to his cheeks at what he’s about to say. His dark brown eyes dart over to the foot of the bed, before returning to Will.

“Can you put your panties back on for me, angel?” he murmurs, trying not to sound as desperate as he feels. “Wanna see your pretty bulge in them, baby. You’d look so hot coming in them for me.”

Will blinks again, before his lips curve into an infuriatingly attractive smirk. He reaches down the bed to grab the discarded panties, and god , he makes a whole show out of putting them back on. He slides the lacy white fabric over his tanned, stockinged thighs, creating a perfect contrast. He looks like a model – like he could be the poster boy for pure debauchery.

With his panties back on, Will straddles Mike once again, this time facing him. He’s about to start when Mike says, “Hey.”

Will raises an eyebrow at him. “Yeah?”

Mike smiles, gently and adoringly. “I love you.”

Will’s eyes soften, and he scoots up to press a quick, chaste kiss on Mike’s lips – totally different from everything they’ve done so far. “Love you too,” he murmurs back, before he scoots back down so his ass is on Mike’s stomach. “Now,” he says, his voice taking a husky tone, “may I please ride you?”

Mike groans as the two of them fall back into their more primal, salacious natures. “ Yes , baby, of course you can. Don’t even need to ask, darling, just take what’s yours–”

“Oh, I intend to,” Will interrupts smugly. 

He raises himself up on his knees and reaches behind him with both hands, moving his panty string with one hand and holding Mike’s cock with the other so that he can line it up to his hole. There’s a slight pause at the rim until his head slips inside Will’s slick-tight entrance, and Mike tips his head back onto the pillows and moans as Will slowly sinks down on him, all the way to the hilt.

“Mm, fuck ,” Will hisses, now placing both hands on Mike’s abdomen. “God, I missed this so much, missed having you in me. Fuck, Mike, you’re so big. ”

“And – hngh – you’re so fucking tight , Will,” he answers breathlessly, trying to maintain his composure and not humiliatingly come in an instant. Man , he really was more pent-up than he thought.

Mike had assumed that Will would have made his movements fast and rough like they’re both fond of (especially when they hadn’t had sex in a while), but instead, Will opts for the slow lift of his hips, where they both can feel the excruciating pace of Mike’s throbbing cock dragging against Will’s hot insides. Mike’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he can feel every inch of his boyfriend’s walls.

Even Will’s descent is still painfully slow – a dramatic, dirty grind downwards until Mike bottoms out. Mike moans, attempting to thrust up to seek relief, but Will holds him down, a warning flashing in his eyes. Something like hang on or let me go at my own pace or stop moving or I really will restrain your legs this time.

So Mike squirms, but relaxes his hips. Will’s face relaxes as well, before continuing the ever-so-slow rocking of his hips on Mike’s cock, up and down, up and down.

“Mm, I can feel every inch of you in me,” Will gasps out, and Mike thinks his thighs must be burning from the snail’s pace rhythm, but he loves it so much. “Mike, so amazing, always so good–”

“Will,” Mike exhales, like he can’t believe this is his life. “So pretty, so tight, ugh–”

Will shifts and leans backward, bracing his hands on Mike’s bent legs. The next time he sinks downward, his mouth opens into a perfect ‘O’, and a filthy moan comes out of it.

“Fuck! Oh yeah, that’s it, that’s perfect,” Will sobs out, and he angles his hips so that Mike’s dick hits that spot every time. “Mike, Mike, Mike.”

“Will.” Mike feels remarkably dizzy with pleasure, with this torturous need to come and fill Will up. “Baby, please, go faster, I can’t take it anymore.” In his mind, he imagines that if he weren’t handcuffed, he would have already placed his huge hands on Will’s waist and fucked him furiously on his cock, forcing him to take it over and over until his hole is puffy and red from the abuse.

Luckily for Mike, Will seems like he’s also losing his self-control, his face flushing more and more from his exertion. So, he nods his head as well, and his movements start getting quicker. His hips twitch and shake as he bounces up and down on Mike’s length, sputtered whines and moans coming out of his lips as the rapid motions mean more strikes against his prostate.

Mike’s patience has firmly run out, and the next time Will moves downward, he times it perfectly with an upward thrust. Will almost screams at the sensation, head thrown back and exposing his long, beautiful throat – which Mike promises himself to litter with bruises next time they have sex.

“Fuck! Yeah, right there, Mike, baby, oh fuck,” he wails, and Mike grins at how Will’s composure has become completely unraveled. Accelerating his own hips, Mike fucks into Will’s hole brutally, stretching him open and making sure that Will feels every inch of his large cock. Will squeals at the feeling, and his hands move from Mike’s legs back to his chest, trying to steady himself from Mike’s punishing thrusts.

“Such a good girl for me, taking all of me like this, sweetheart,” Mike growls as he keeps hitting Will’s prostate over and over. 

Will whines at the praise, and his hands come up to his own chest to play with his nipples underneath the lingerie, rubbing his palms all over them. “It’s all just for you, Mike,” he cries. “Do you feel how wet I am?”

And indeed, Mike does. The sound of their sweaty skin slapping against one another, complete with the lewd squelch that accompanies each bounce and grind echoes around their room, and it’s simply addictive . Will’s mouth seems like it’s permanently hanging open, pathetic noises coming out of it as he gets fucked wide open.

“Mike, I’m so close,” he sobs out. “Please, faster, fuck me, please –”

Mike clenches his teeth, also close to coming as well. He can’t help it – Will’s too beautiful, too good, too tight. And Will’s nonsensical babbling as his brain becomes too clouded with pleasure to register what he’s saying is only pushing Mike nearer to a climax.

“Touch yourself, baby, come on,” he coaxes. “So pretty for me.”

Will’s nod is so small, like he barely registered Mike’s words through the thick fog of lust. One of his hands moves from his chest downwards, but instead of pulling out his dick and stroking it like Mike had expected him to, he instead flattens his hand over the bulge in his panties, rubbing his palm over the cloth in quick circles. Like he’s touching his clit .

“Oh fuck,” Mike pants, eyes almost crossing from the sinful vision in front of him. “What a fucking whore you are, baby. Rubbing yourself like the good girl you are. You gonna come from my cock like this? Fondling your clit?”

Will’s back arches as he moans pathetically, “Yeah, Mike, just wanna be good, wanna be a good girl for you.”

“You are,” he grits out. “You are, baby. But you’d be even better if you came in your panties and just. Fucking. Ruin. Them. For me .” He punctuates each word with another hard thrust, aimed perfectly at Will’s prostate. “Can you do that for me?”

“I c– I can,” Will chokes, somehow rubbing himself even faster than before. “I’ll be perfect for you, please, fill me up too–”

Mike keeps pounding into Will, letting himself get lost in the filthy wet sounds and Will’s loud and desperate mewls, which only grow louder and more desperate as he’s closer to orgasm. But Mike loves seeing him like this – so slutty, so ruined – because no-one else will ever get to observe Will like this. It’s all reserved for Mike’s eyes only – and for the rest of their lives, forever.

One last merciless fuck upwards, and Will’s eyes roll to the back of his head. His hips stutter and jerk forwards into his palm as he finally climaxes, slicking his panties with spurts of come. He’s moaning all the while, crying out Mike’s names and a series of ohs and fucks and yes!

It almost seems like his orgasm won’t ever stop, like he’s fated to keep dampening his panties forever, soaking them in his come. But eventually it comes to a halt, and when he removes his hand, Mike groans at the obscene wet splotch covering all over the front of the cloth. It’s downright pornographic, and Mike loves it.

Even though he’s just come, Will’s own movements never cease, and though he’s trembling, he still bounces frantically on Mike’s dick, clenching his walls on it. His tongue is lewdly hanging out of his mouth, and he whimpers to Mike to please, please fill him up, he already came and made a mess of his panties, he finished his part of the bargain, please Mike, fuck me, come inside me, breed me–

Mike scrunches his eyes in sheer pleasure. Will’s here; he’s just taking what’s his, and he’s not afraid to make it crystal-clear. What’s his is Mike’s whole body – his mouth, his hands, his cock. It all belongs to Will, like Mike’s express purpose is just to fuck Will and come inside him as many times as Will wants. Like he’s Will’s toy.

It’s this thought that sends Mike hurtling over the edge right after Will. He sinks his head back into the pillows and groans as he spills inside Will, moving his hips upward so he can fuck his come deeper and deeper into his guts. Will lets out another moan – this time one of contentment as he feels himself get filled up, feels every inch inside getting coated by Mike’s thick white seed.

He collapses onto Mike’s chest, and the two of them lie still and wait it out until Mike stops coming. His dick eventually gets soft enough to slip out of Will’s hole, and come gushes out as well. They both sigh at the sticky yet pleasurable feeling.

Will looks up at Mike underneath his long eyelashes, before shimmying up to kiss him. It starts out messy and obscene, open-mouthed and wet tongues sliding against each other, but soon enough it softens into butterfly kisses. Mike opens his eyes and pulls away to peck at Will’s nose.

“That… was… perfect,” Will says, still trying to catch his breath. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too. And you’re perfect,” Mike parrots back.

Will lets out a chuckle, but it’s dry and hoarse – which is understandable, given how loud he was, tiring out his vocal cords.

Usually Mike’s the one who recovers first and preps up their aftercare, but as they can both see, he’s still handcuffed to the headboard. He’s about to ask Will to free him, but Will knows what he’s about to say – telepathic link – and shushes him instead. “I got it,” he assures.

“You sure?” Mike asks.

Will nods, tired but nevertheless determined. Mike thinks it’s irrational, but his chest bursts with so much love and pride for his boy, so he kisses him again – just for good measure.

When their lips separate, Will gently pats Mike on the cheek before climbing off him. He slips off the bed and walks to each side, uncuffing his boyfriend. Mike sighs as he lets his arms finally fall back to his sides. Will then heads towards the bathroom, and Mike gets a good kick out of watching his perky ass bounce with each step, biting his bottom lip at the display.

He soon comes out with a wet washcloth, and gets back on the bed, settling himself on Mike’s side. His eyes narrow in concentration as wipes at his chest, rubbing off all the lipstick marks he left them from the start of their session. Neither of them say a thing, basking in the comfortable silence. 

Finally, Will kneels to take off his underwear. He still keeps on the babydoll, but he unfurls and removes his stockings as well. He uses the washcloth to wipe away the excess come leaking out of his abused hole. Then he throws the washcloth to the foot of their bed, and exchanges his soiled panties for clean, cotton briefs.

Mike can’t help but smile at the sight. Angelic Will or devilish Will is nice, but Mike loves him most like this – human.

Will also tosses Mike a pair of new boxers, before flopping down onto the mattress, shifting so that he’s face-to-face with his boyfriend. Mike pulls on the proffered underwear, before kissing him on the forehead.

“So beautiful, sweetheart,” he murmurs, bringing a hand up to move away Will’s bangs – but before he can touch them, Will frowns and holds his forearm to stop him.

“Your wrists…” he mumbles dejectedly.. Mike blinks at him, looking at his hands and realizing there was a red ring on his skin from where the handcuffs’ metal was pressing into it. 

“Hey, no, I’m fine,” he promises. “Don’t worry about it, okay?”

Will’s eyes are still clouded with apprehension. “You sure it wasn’t too tight?” he frets, before kissing all over his boyfriend’s wrists. By now his lipstick has practically run out, so only faint pink marks remain on Mike’s skin.

“I’m sure. The handcuffs were fine, baby.” Then, his lips curve into a dirty smirk. “Can’t say the same thing about your ass, though, now that was really tight –”

Will smacks him on the chest with a huff, but the nervousness in his expression has been replaced with mirth, so Mike accepts the hit with a cackle.

“I’m joking, I’m joking,” he says lightly, before kissing Will on the forehead. “It was amazing, Will. Perfect. Loved you taking control like that. It was so hot.” Each sentence is punctuated with another forehead smooch.

Will smiles at him, his unsurety melting away into delight. “Is that right?” he asks, voice taking a delighted, teasing tone.

Mike grins back, nodding enthusiastically. “Yep. Super hot. 10/10 experience. We should do it again some time.”

“Well, now you know how I feel whenever you tie me up.”

The two of them laugh quietly, soaking in and enjoying the afterglow – their little bubble they have after they’re finished with sex. In the back of his mind, Mike’s thinking of ways to get back at Will for this – perhaps later on he could fuck Will’s face until he gags, or he could bind up and blindfold Will before railing him against the wall. Maybe even later on when the two need to shower, they’ll take it together and Mike will fuck Will so slowly he weeps.

But again, all that’s pushed to the back of his thoughts. Right now what he’s focused on is Will’s lovely face in front of him, doe eyes blinking leisurely, the pink flush still on his cheeks. And that’s when Mike realizes what he wants right this instant.

“So…” he pipes up, and Will raises an eyebrow at him. “Am I allowed to touch you now?”

Will bursts into sweet, butterfly-inducing giggles. “Yep, you can,” he answers. “In fact, I order you to give me cuddles right this moment.”

And well – Mike can’t say no to an order now, can he?

Mike pulls Will close to his chest, moving his arms securely around his waist. This way, he can make sure all points of their bodies are in contact – their chests pressed together; their arms wrapped snugly around one another; their legs entangled. Mike leans down to nuzzle his nose against Will’s, before kissing him.

“Love you,” he murmurs, pulling away just enough that their mouths still brush together as he speaks.

Will lets out a pleased hum against his lips. “I love you too. Now let’s get some sleep.”

“Aye-aye, baby,” Mike says with an exaggerated accent and wink, which causes Will to roll his eyes and affectionately mutter “dork” under his breath.

Will propels himself forward so that his head rests on his boyfriend’s chest, and Mike adjusts his arms accordingly around him. As their eyes both flutter shut and drowsiness starts to envelop the both of them, Mike notes to himself that, in spite of all that just happened, he was right the first time around. 

He loves touching Will the most.