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During their lunch period, Mike and Will meet up in an empty classroom. They immediately melt into each other, lips and bodies connecting together as one. Mike’s hands find Will’s waist and he pushes him backwards into the room. Mike grins mischievously and squeezes his ass.
“You’re such a perv,” Will says with a smile to match.
“Hmm, well if you don’t like it, I can just—” Mike begins to slide his hands away but Will latches onto his arms to hold them still.
“I didn’t say that,” he says quietly.
Mike glides his hands up to Will’s waistband. “Then don’t complain.” He pushes forward to recapture Will’s lips and dips his hand inside the back of his jeans. Will sighs at the finger trailing along his back, down the crease in his boxers. A sharp gasp fills the empty room when Mike’s finger presses against him just right.
“Mike,” he pants. “We're at school.”
Mike kisses the corner of his mouth. “I’m aware,” he says in a rough voice. “It’s not my fault you’re so irresistible.”
Will shudders when that delicious pressure increases. His legs begin to feel weak. The thought of getting caught creeps into his mind but instead of making him shy away from the mounting pleasure, it has his breathing increasing and his jeans straining.
“Mike,” he whines, not sure what he’s wanting to say.
But Mike knows. He withdraws his hand and spins him around, bending him over a desk. “Is this what you want, baby?” he asks, wasting no time in tugging his jeans down.
Will moans when Mike’s hands are back on him. Feeling him, squeezing him, and—“Ah!”
He sucks in a sharp breath as his body lurches forward and heat pools deep inside him. “Did you—Did you just spank me?” he asks breathlessly, sluggishly peeking over his shoulder.
Will’s face heats up when he sees Mike chuckle.
“I can’t believe you just did that!”
“Like I said.” Mike smirks. “Irresistible.”
Will’s snarky retort is lost as he watches Mike lean down and bite his ass. His head falls forward back onto the desk. “Holy shit, Mike…”
He feels his underwear being pulled down before Mike’s lips are back on him. Leaving a kiss on each round cheek. His fingers make their way back to their previous spot, teasing him as Mike rustles in his pocket for a little foil packet.
“Have I ever told you,” he whispers as he seamlessly slips a slick digit inside Will, “how much I love this pretty little ass of yours.”
He thrusts in and out, massaging Will’s insides in a way that is sure to have him leaking all over the desk soon. Will’s voice is low and rough when he answers, “You may have mentioned it before. But this is the first time you’ve called it lit…little.” He grips the desk tight as Mike enters a second finger. “Oh my god!”
“Something the matter, Will?” Mike lilts, knowing the exact effect he’s having on him.
The smug bastard.
“You’d better wipe that grin off your face, or you’ll be getting reacquainted with your hand for the next two weeks.”
Will flips himself over so that he’s leaning his back against the desk. Mike stares at him with wide eyes, dumbfounded.
“Is that what you want, baby?” Will asks, lips curling up mockingly. “Or…” He reaches out to tug Mike forward, grabbing his chin, and relishes at the pretty blush splashed against his freckles. “Do you wanna play nice and finish what you started without being a smug asshole? And maybe…” He slides his hand into Mike’s hair, causing him to close his eyes and sigh. “Maybe I’ll suck you off after school. But only if you’re good and take care of me the right way.”
Mike opens his mouth to reply but Will doesn’t give him the chance. He leans in and kisses him. It’s hungry, passionate, and makes both their insides flutter like a swarm of butterflies.
When they part, Mike lifts him up onto the desk, and Will cocks an intrigued brow. “What are you…”
“You trust me to take care of you, right?” Mike asks. When Will nods and gives him a genuine smile, he adds, “Then scoot forward a bit and hang on tight to the desk.”
“But there’s hardly any room,” Will replies, but scoots forward anyway until his ass feels like it’s hanging off the edge of the desk.
Mike laughs. “That’s why I said to hold on tight.” He lowers himself onto his knees. “That and, one other reason.”
Before Will can question him, Mike spreads his cheeks again. Will gasps out, loud enough to echo, when it’s not Mike’s finger to penetrate him—but his tongue.
“Holy f—Oh my god, Mike!” he moans, gripping the desk hard enough to wonder if he’s leaving scratch marks. “What are you—fuck—Hnngh!”
Mike hums and laps at his hole like a starved man. He reaches up to grab Will’s cock, which he’s just realizing has been neglected all this time, and begins to stroke him the best he can.
Will can hardly think from the overstimulation clouding his senses. The pleasure doesn’t build this time around. It explodes. Leaving him writhing helplessly against Mike’s mouth. “Yesyesyes!” he chants, reaching behind him to grab fistfuls of Mike’s hair, which earns him a muffled whine in return. “Oh my God, Mike. So good. You’re so—hmm—You’re being so good for me.
Mike revels in the praise. All teasing from both boys gets lost in the surmounting pleasure of the moment. Mike hasn’t even touched himself but he realizes how close he already is, just from being the one to cause Will to fall apart like this. Dual moans and whines fill the classroom, breathy but echoey, until they almost feel tangible. Will’s toes curl inside his sneakers as he comes, remembering to tug his shirt up just in time for the shots of cum that pool beneath his stomach.
Mike, meanwhile, sits back on his heels, licking his lips and wiping his chin. He’s thankful they only have half a day more to get through because… yeah, his boxers are a mess.
“You really are a perv,” Will says, breathless, and sits up.
Mike grins. “That’s because you,” he says, standing up to help him off the desk, “really are irresistible.”
“I’ll be honest. I don’t know how I’m gonna compete with that.” Will pulls some wipes from his backpack to clean himself off before pulling his jeans back up. He hands one to Mike.
“Seeing as how I recall you saying I was ‘so good’, I guess we’ll find out after school.” Mike shoots him a wink that would make his knees weak if they weren’t already.
"Oh, we’re not waiting that long,” Will says just as the bell rings.
“What do you m—”
Will grabs his hand and tugs him to the door. “Bathroom. Now.”