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Mike was so fucking stupid.
He thought a fun night with a few drinks would be an easy way to finally get him and Will out of their dorm room. To exist outside of it. To hang out with their other friends again. But all it did was make Mike so fucking horny for Will that he could barely keep up a conversation with anyone else.
Will had to be doing it on purpose. Mike knew it. He wasn’t entirely sure what “it” was, exactly, but it was something in the way that every time he caught Will’s eye, Will was already looking in his direction. Or the way Will stepped just a little too far into his space whenever they were close. Or the look in his eyes when they talked, like half of his thoughts were on the conversation and the other half were on imagining Mike naked.
And Mike knew that wasn’t true. He knew Will wasn’t as dirty-minded as he was, so he probably didn’t mean anything freaky when he came closer and put an arm around Mike’s waist. He only held him for a second. His slender fingers wrapped around Mike’s hip, and the tips of them slipped under the hem of Mike’s shirt for just half a heartbeat.
Will just wanted regular affection. He just wanted to show his love for Mike when no one was looking. But Mike was just a man who loved his boyfriend too much. A man who spent too much of his life pretending he wasn’t into Will to be able to hold back now.
Sometimes Mike almost felt bad about it. About how much he corrupted Will with his dirty mouth and even dirtier mind. Back then, the thought of even bringing up sex scared the shit out of him. He wouldn’t have dared. Not until Will put his hand on Mike’s dick for the first time while they were making out, calmly letting Mike know that this whole other world of sensations waited for them the entire time.
And that changed everything.
It turned Mike into an all-time horny guy, to the point where he almost felt guilty about it. Because Will was loving, and soft, and romantic—hopelessly romantic. But then he was under Mike, breathless and whimpering for more, and all of Mike’s worries went straight out the fucking window.
So it was really no surprise that not even a quarter later they snuck out of the party and found the nearest phone booth to call a taxi, and Will clung to Mike’s arm, nuzzling into his neck.
“You smell nice,” he murmured against Mike’s skin and Mike chuckled, forcing himself to stay steady as he dialed the dispatcher.
“Will, I’m calling us a cab. Just a sec.” He held the phone to his ear with one hand while the other braced Will, who kept leaning in with an affectionate, almost too affectionate energy.
The taxi pulled up, and Mike waved it down. They climbed into the backseat, Will sliding in first with an exaggerated swing of his hips – or maybe that’s just in Mike’s head – and Mike squeezed in beside him. Their bodies were pressed together immediately. The car started moving, and Mike’s hand came to rest gently on Will’s knee.
“Mike…” Will warned quietly, like he wanted to add not here.
They were impossibly close, the cramped space only amplifying every brush of skin. Mike let his hand rest on Will’s knee, thumb barely brushing the fabric there. Will’s fingers trailed up and down Mike’s arm, slow and curious, feeling his warmth through the shirt. Mike didn’t work out at all, but his body had changed recently and he knew Will loved it. He still wasn’t muscular, but there was something there now. Maybe genetics. Maybe just time.
The taxi finally pulled up in front of their dorm. It was only a few steps away, but getting inside suddenly felt like a challenge for Mike, especially with Will clinging to him and pressing soft, distracting kisses to his cheek.
They staggered toward the door as he was digging through his pockets for the keys. Will, completely oblivious to the urgency burning under Mike’s skin, kept kissing along his jaw and cheek, wrecking his focus even more.
“Where the fuck are they?” Mike muttered, frustration creeping into his voice.
His hands were shaking now. The keys might’ve as well had vanished into thin air. Every failed search just made it worse, especially when Will’s lips brushed his skin again, sending shivers straight down his spine.
“Stop it, baby,” Mike said firmly, nudging Will back just enough to check one last time.
Finally.
He let out a small, victorious sound and the door swung open. He pushed it wide, no longer capable of waiting.
As soon as they were inside, he shoved Will back against them, crashing their mouths together.
So much for taking it slow.
Will barely had time to process the moment, before he was being devoured.
Mike kissed him like he was making up for all the lost time, like he was memorizing every inch of him with his lips alone. He moved from Will’s mouth to his jaw, down his neck, sucking hard enough to make Will shiver.
Will let out a breathy laugh, threading his fingers through Mike’s curly hair. God only knew how much he loved Mike’s hair.
“Mike, slow down,” he chuckled. “You're acting like you've never touched me before.”
Mike only hummed against his skin, dragging his lips lower. “Let me appreciate my boyfriend.”
Will felt his stomach flip at the word Mike used, still not entirely used to it, but before he could respond, Mike was leaning down and kissing down his neck again.
Will’s reaction was immediate – a sharp inhale, a subtle arch of his back, and Mike smirked because he knew exactly what he was doing. He hummed against Will’s skin, the vibration sending another shiver through his boyfriend's body. He pulled away just slightly, blowing softly against the damp skin, and Will whined, his chest heaving.
“You're so easy to mess with,” Mike chuckled.
“Shut up,” Will managed to gasp, his face already flushed, but Mike only grinned, knowing how much Will loved this, knowing that he can always keep teasing him until he's a complete mess beneath him.
He kept going, trailing kisses lower, his hands smoothing over Will’s sides, his thumbs brushing against the sharp cut of his hips, slipping underneath the striped t-shirt.
And fuck, the way Mike looked at Will, with his dark eyes drinking him in like he was the most incredible thing he'd ever seen, it made something tight coil in Will’s stomach.
“God, Mike, you're so...” he mumbled without finishing the sentence and Mike smiled, pressing a kiss on his lips.
“Thanks. And you're beautiful.” His hands splayed over Will’s back, thumbs tracing circles against his skin as he pulled the t-shirt up and over Will’s head, just to throw it onto the floor. "Like, unfairly hot."
Will snorted, shaking his head, but the heat in Mike’s gaze made his heart stutter. "No, I'm not."
“Yes, you are."
And with the way he said it, Will couldn't argue.
His eyes were fixed on Mike’s shoulder. He was lean, tall, and maybe a little too gangly for his own taste, but Will had always admired how his shoulders filled his shirts. He loved everything about Mike’s body even if Mike himself didn’t.
Mike licked a slow line across the soft skin on Will’s collarbone, making him writhe slightly.
“Shit, Mike,” he hissed. His mind was spinning with how good it felt to be adored in this way.
Mike pulled back slightly. He met Will’s gaze and a half-smirk tugged at his lips. “Tell me what you want.”
Will’s hands found Mike’s shoulders, gripping him tight as he spoke quietly, still shy sometimes to voice out his desires.
“I- I want you to take your time with me.” He paused, licking his lips. “Make me feel it.”
Mike’s mouth found its way to Will’s ear. “You're so beautiful, you know that? Every inch of you. And I love you. And I will make you feel it.”
Will couldn't help the way his body reacted, his hands sliding down Mike’s chest, nails scratching lightly at his sides. “Mike,” he gasped and melted into his touch, body instinctively submitting to the power in his boyfriend’s hands. “I love you too.”
It wasn't just physical; it was like Mike’s presence alone made Will feel safe, made him feel in a way he never did anywhere else. Mike had always been the steady one between them – when everything else in their lives felt unstable or uncertain, Mike was the one leading.
For a second, Will’s mind flickered to the early days of their relationship – the moments when everything was so new and uncertain, when the tension between them was thick and electric but nothing was spoken aloud. They'd spent hours lying together on Mike’s basement couch, barely touching but so close. Will had never thought it would become anything more than that. But now... now, here he was, in Mike’s arms, his chest pressed against his frame as Mike kissed down his neck.
He could feel it before he even saw it – the hardness pressing against his thigh, the unmistakable sign of Mike’s arousal. It was enough to make his pulse quicken, sending a flush of heat down his neck and pooling low in his stomach. His own body reacted instinctively, more warmth rushing to his groin.
Mike’s breathing was heavy now, each exhale brushing against Will’s skin. Will shifted slightly, giving himself enough space to feel Mike’s hard cock against his leg.
With a low moan, Mike closed the space between them again, pressing his lips to Will’s ear. "Shit, do you feel it? Feel how good you make me feel," he breathed and guided Will’s hand to the growing bulge in his boxers.
Will’s fingers gripped him, shy at first, putting just enough pressure to make Mike’s breath catch in his throat. Then his fingers lingered a little longer, tracing the outline of Mike’s penis through the pants, teasing but not quite giving him what he wanted yet.
“You want me just as much, don't you?” Mike’s voice was low and Will could only nod, his mind spinning when Mike was taking own his t-shirt off. The way their bodies were already so perfectly in sync, the way Mike’s cock pressed against him, drove him insane. It was everything Will ever wanted.
Mike’s control and dominance finally took over in the most commanding way. He shoved Will back gently onto the bed, onto the soft pillows. His eyes were dark with lust as he slowly slid Will’s clothes off, dragging his underwear down his legs with a slowness that made Will whine.
From this angle, Will looked even more angelic. His hair spread out on the pillows, face and chest flushed, nipples hard and lips parted, breathing heavily. He looked like the most beautiful mess Mike has ever laid his eyes on. He couldn't help but kiss him again, this time more softly, just as he deserved to be kissed.
Will couldn't let go of his hair, combing and pulling continuously. Mike surpassed a moan when suddenly Will pulled so hard, they had to stop making out and their eyes met.
It was Will’s turn to give something now. Not because he had to, but because he wanted to. His hands slid lower and he couldn't help but let out a quiet compliment as he pulled Mike’s underwear down and his hand finally brushed against his whole length.
“Mike…” he paused for a moment, feeling the heat of him, and then his fingers wrapped around Mike’s dick, giving him a slow stroke.
Mike’s breath hitched, and he clenched his jaw, trying to keep his composure. Will, however, was unable to hold back his words. "So thick," he breathed quietly, and Mike’s expression softened slightly. There was a part of him that always carried a insecurity when it came to their size difference. He remembered the first time they had sex, that brief moment of doubt when he'd felt slightly smaller than Will. But over time, he had come to understand that it wasn't exactly about length and that what he had to offer was more than satisfying.
Will continued to stroke him. He could feel the precum on his fingertips; Mike almost died when those delicate fingers touched his head. His breath became more ragged but then, just as he was about to let himself fall further into it, he placed a hand over Will’s, gently stopping him.
“Wait,” he hissed and moved Will’s wrist to pin it next to the boy's head.
“Huh?” His eyes locked with Mike’s in confusion. “You didn't like that?” he furrowed his eyebrows, as anxiety began to swirl in his head.
“No, of course I did. I just… Not yet,” he whispered and it sent a shiver down Will’s spine.
Will immediately reached for his neck, pulling Mike down for another kiss as if he couldn't stand even a second more without feeling him close. Mike let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head.
“There is not a single thing you could do, that I wouldn’t like, Will. I want you so fucking much, you have no idea,” he opened his mouth finally when the kiss brought him back to reality.
“I think I do,” Will smiled wittingly, feeling Mike’s dripping cock on his hip, and he could only gasp when Mike pinned his hands to the mattress and kissed him again.
Mike’s hand traveled down to Will’s dick and he gave it a tug, but it didn't provide a reaction he was hoping for. So he kissed Will again and moved his hand under his body, to grab his ass instead. This time, it worked.
Will whined into Mike’s arm as he felt his hands squishing him harder than ever.
“You have the most perfect round butt on the planet, I promise you this. I just want to bite it and taste it and make you see stars just by taking care of it,” Mike whispered into his ear and Will’s breath sped up.
Mike turned him around, and peppered wet kisses all over his body. Starting from the back of his neck, going down his spint and teasing soft kisses on his legs, just beneath the butt. Will pushed his hips down to the mattress when he felt Mike’s warm breath on his skin down there. The wave of insecurity washed over when he realised Mike could see all of his most vulnerable parts and there was something terrifying yet extremely arousing in this.
“Don't look to close at it,” he muttered, face pressed flush in the pillow.
“Shh… let me enjoy the view,” Mike protested and moved closer.
Every time Mike ate him out, it felt like the most erotic experience in Will’s life.
He forgot quickly about wondering how he looks down there when Mike spread his cheeks out and licked slowly. It was so intense, that Mike had to pin his hips down in order to stop him from squirming away. He started giving it short and quick kitten licks and it sent Will into another galaxy. Mike even tried to push his tongue inside but it was too tight and the realisation made him even harder than he had been before – his balls hurting and precum leaking in huge amounts, staining the mattress.
He manoeuvred blissed out Will so he was on his back again. His nipples were as red as his lips now and standing hard, just like his dick. The view was truly unholy.
He saw in the darkness how much Will’s cheeks were flushed and he reached out to put a hand on his face. Mike realised he was shaking and words couldn’t express how he felt at that moment when Will leaned towards his palm and looked up at him with doe eyes. The only thing he wanted to do was to rub his thumb on this reddened, parted mouth.
So he did, and he felt no control over his body when he tugged Will’s lower lip, feeling his teeth under the tip of his finger and small traces of saliva mixed with hot breaths. Will’s eyes were closed and his face was getting closer to him. Dirty thoughts were racing around Mike’s mind. He slipped the finger inside Will’s mouth and felt the soft heat around it when Will sucked on it.
He pulled it out before his imagination went too far, to Will sucking on an entirely different part of his body. Will looked down innocently from under his long lashes, following the direction Mike’s hand was going in.
The moment Mike's wet fingers made contact, just lightly tapping against Will's hole, a shudder ran through his entire body. He let out a shaky breath at the contrast between Mike's rough fingers and the careful, almost reverent way he touched him. He'd always been sensitive, always tight no matter how many times they'd done this, and Mike knew it.
“Okay?” Mike murmured and Will whimpered softly in response.
When the first finger finally slid inside, slow and careful, Will let out a sharp breath, his thighs shaking. Mike stayed still, giving him a moment and smoothing over his hip reassuringly.
Will had his head tilted back and his eyes shut but his breathing was increasing. Mike decided to play a little with him, pushing the digit in and out, causing Will to let out the most beautiful sounds known to a mankind – or at least to Mike. Those weren't dirty moans but soft yelps.
Will covered his mouth with his hand, realising how pathetic he must've sounded but Mike was quick to remove it.
“I want to hear you,” he said as Will gasped again. “You always take me so well," he praised. “So fucking tight, though. Every damn time.”
Will whined, his face turning into the pillow for a moment before he forced himself to look up at Mike, his pupils blown wide. “Y-you like that?” he breathed out, trying to tease, to dirty talk, but it came out wrecked and pathetic and he knew it.
Mike chuckled though. “You know I do,” he leaned down to press a hot kiss against his thigh. “Such a good boy for me,” his tone was filled with admiration as he continued working Will open, making sure he's ready before going any further. “Always need to take my time with you.”
Will let out a breathless laugh as Mike pressed deeper. “Are you… ah– Are you complaining?” His voice was so weak, trembling at every word.
“Not a chance. Just means I get to enjoy the view longer. Pleasure you nice and slowly.”
Will whined at that, his body instinctively clenching around Mike's finger, the words making him shiver with anticipation.
Mike kissed his knee, before adding the second one. Will gasped, his back arching off the mattress slightly. “There you go,” Mike whispered. “That's it. You're doing so good.”
Will moaned softly, letting himself melt into Mike's touch. His hands reached out blindly, finding Mike's biceps, gripping onto him as if to keep himself grounded.
The intimacy of it all was overwhelming, and he knew that when Mike finally would take him, it was going to be even more intense. He knew Mike was thick, knew it was reasonale to take their time with prep, and yet, he was already desperate for more.
And Mike loved waiting fot this part when the tension in Will's body starts to melt away little by little.
“Shit,” Will whimpered. “Feels... so good, Mike—“
“Yeah?” he rasped, curling his fingers slightly, making Will gasp and writhe beneath him as he stroked that one spot inside. “Just a little more, baby, then I'll give you everything you need.”
“Please,” he cried out. “Need you inside, Mike.”
He added the third finger, reveling in the way Will’s lips parted in a silent cry.
“That's it, baby,” he praised again, his own cock pulsing at the way Will clenched around him. Will could barely hold himself together as Mike scissored the fingers inside him, testing his limits. It was overwhelming, intense, but god, he wanted, he needed more.
“I’ve got you,” Mike finally withdrew his fingers, making Will shudder at the sudden emptiness. He smirked at the way Will’s body trembled, the way he reached for him instinctively in the dark.
He leaned in, pressing his forehead against Will's, their breaths mingling as he whispered, “Are you okay? Are you ready?”
Will, flushed and breathless, nodded frantically, his eyes blown wide with lust and love. “Mike... yeah, just– please give it to me.”
Mike’s fingers lingered on Will's thighs before pushing them apart with a single motion. His gaze never wavered as he took in the sight of Will’s face, so exposed, so vulnerable beneath him. So devoted to Mike.
Will felt his heart pounding and his breath shake as he wrapped his arms around Mike's shoulders, anchoring himself for what was coming. They’d done this before, more than once or twice, but somehow, every time with Mike felt different, more intense and more overwhelming.
So when Mike finally pushed the tip in, the stretch was almost too much. Will's back arched, a sharp cry slipping past his lips as his nails dug into Mike's skin.
“Shit– Mike–“ he whimpered and his legs twitched, trying to adjust, but the burn was there. He squeezed his eyes shut and Mike groaned at the sheer tightness around him, but his focus shifted instantly to Will. He stopped immediately, breathing heavily, his hands cupping Will's face as he pressed gentle kisses to his forehead, his cheeks, his lips.
“Baby, Will, eyes on me,” he murmured, his voice soft now and filled with patience. His thumb stroked along Will's jaw, putting his chin up. “You’re doing amazing.”
Will swallowed hard, trying to focus on Mike's longing eyes, on the warmth of his touch rather than the discomfort. He took a shaky breath, blinking up with his slightly glassy eyes. “It's... it's a lot,” he admitted embarrassed, barely above a whisper.
Mike nodded, pressing another kiss to Will's temple. “I know, baby. I know. Just take your time.” He didn't move yet, just held Will close, his hands caressing his sides, his hips – anywhere that might soothe him.
“I… I can't,” Will stammered, his voice breaking into a whiny moan as Mike shifted slightly. “You're—ah… Mike, you're so big, I can't—“
“You can baby. You always do,” he murmured, knowing how dramatic Will could be in bed before he felt that first jolt of electricity run through his spine. He kissed Will's cheek as he started to move just the slightest bit. Will let out another sharp cry and his head tilted back.
“You're taking it so well, Will,” Mike’s voice was steady but desperate, as he was barely holding himself back. “You were made for this, made for me.”
Will had always been sensitive to praise, and Mike knew it – knew exactly what to say to make him relax and fall apart. He let out a shaky sigh, his grip on Mike loosening just a little as the initial burn started to fade. He found the weight of Mike's body on top of him comforting, just like the way Mike talked him through it, so patient and loving despite the obvious restraint in his voice; it made something inside Will melt.
After a minute, Will shifted his hips just slightly, testing the feeling. It was still intense, but it also started to turn into something else, something really good.
“You can move,” he whispered, his voice still shaky, but full of need.
And Mike slowly, so slowly, started moving.
The sensation made Will gasp, his head tilting back against the pillow and eyes rolling as pleasure started to creep in, overtaking the discomfort.
“There you go,” Mike rambled. “That's it, baby...” He pressed his forehead against Will's, watching his expression carefully, as he rolled his hips. “Good?”
Will nodded quickly, his breath coming in small gasps as Mike moved again. “Y-Yeah,” his hands clutched at Mike's back. “So good– More...”
“You sure?” he asked, his control slipping a little.
“Yes, please.”
That was all Mike needed to hear. He kissed Will, swallowing his soft cries as he thrusted in, a little harder this time. The burn was gone now, replaced with pure, toe-curling pleasure. His moans turned louder, more needy, and Mike never stopped talking.
“That's it,” his hips were rolling forward, making Will gasp again. “Let me hear you, baby. Let me hear how good you feel.”
Will obeyed without even thinking, his moans turning into helpless cries as Mike pushed deeper.
Mike watched him, completely entranced, his own voice never stopping. “Will, oh my fucking— Will,” he kissed down his throat, licking at his skin between the words. “So fucking perfect. You feel unreal. So tight. You love it, don't you? Love how I fill you up?”
Will didn't have the words to respond, just let out a loud cry of pleasure.
“Yeah... I know, baby,” Mike moaned, kissing him again, biting at the bottom lip before whispering against his mouth. “You're all mine, Will.”
Will whimpered, nodding frantically. “Yours—only yours—“
And with that, Mike lost himself completely.
His touch was possessive, like he couldn't get enough of Will, like he wanted to claim every inch of him. The room filled with their noises – Mike's deep moans, Will's whines that were rising in pitch, almost like he was trying to hold back, but failing, each cry becoming louder and more desperate. The sound of their skin meeting, the wet slickness of their bodies, the soft shift of the sheets beneath them.
Somewhere in his haze, Will forced his eyes open, glancing up at Mike, and the sight almost killed him on spot. His jaw was clenched and lips were parted. His skin was damp, sweat dripped down his chest, some droplets landing on Will's own overheated body. His damp curls clung to his forehead, strands falling into his dark, wild eyes, eyes that never left Will's face.
And then there was the necklace. That damn silver chain Mike stole from Will, now swinging in front of Will's face, catching the dim light. It shouldn't have been so hot, but something about it all – something about Mike, towering above him, his weight pressing him into the bed like he owned him, the damn necklace and its pendant barely brushing his collarbone - it all made Will feel lightheaded.
Mike's hips snapped forward so relentlessly, Will could barely hold on to reality. It was fast, rough, deep. So deep he swore Mike was reaching places inside him that he never had before. His nails clawed helplessly at Mike's back, his legs hooked around his hips, thighs burning, but he couldn't care less.
His lips parted in a whimper, head lolling back further, slipping off the pillow. He barely even noticed it at first, until his neck stretched awkwardly over the edge of the mattress, hanging in midair.
It should've been uncomfortable, should've made him adjust, move somehow, but he couldn't. His entire body was limp, so far gone in pleasure that even shifting seemed impossible.
And then Mike hit so deep, Will swore he saw white. His moan was high-pitched, his back arching off the bed as his fingers scrambled for something, anything to hold onto.
“Look at you, baby,” Mike panted heavily, one hand gripping Will's thigh, the other sliding up to cup his jaw, tilting his face back up slightly to look at him. “You don't even realize you're slipping off the bed, do you?”
Mike smirked, leaning down, the necklace brushing against Will's lips and in that moment, Will didn't even think. His fingers reached up, grasping the silver chain. He roughly wrapped it around his fingers and gave it a firm tug.
Mike moaned at the action. His hips stuttered for just a second before he let out a low chuckle. “You love it,” he murmured, his breath hot against Will's exposed neck. “You love being fucked so stupid you can't even move, huh?”
Will could barely nod, his body arching as he pulled Mike even closer by the necklace, guiding him down until their lips crashed together. Of course he loved it. He loved everything Mike had to offer.
The kiss was messy, desperate, all tongue and spit. Mike's thrusts picked up again, rougher, deeper, as if Will's little act of boldness had only spurred him on.
The necklace was still wrapped around his fingers, the cool metal burning against his hot skin. He was gripping it like a lifeline. Desperately, just like the way Mike was ruining him – fucking him so hard Will knew he'd feel it tomorrow but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
Because nothing had ever felt this good. Nothing had ever felt this insane.
Mike barely gave Will a second to breathe when he wrapped his hands around his waist and finally pulled him back onto the soft pillow. His mind moved on instinct, his body demanding more – deeper, harder. Mike reached for another pillow, quickly shoving it under Will's hips, adjusting the angle just right and the second he had him where he wanted him, he lost every last ounce of control he had left. He gripped Will's thighs, holding him open, and slammed back into the tight heat.
Will screamed and Mike’s hand was on his mouth in a second, shushing him. His head fell back against the pillow, mouth trying to drop open underneath Mike’s palm. His fingers clutched at the sheets, curling them in his fists as every sharp thrust sent him spiralling.
“Fuck— oh my— Mike—,” Will babbled, when Mike let go, no longer caring how loud they were.
The bed creaked beneath them, but none of it mattered.
All that mattered to Mike was Will. The way he sounded, completely lost in pleasure.
All that mattered to Will was Mike. The way his thick cock stretched him perfectly, reaching so deep Will swore he could feel it in his stomach; the way his necklace swung between them as he moved.
And then Mike's rhythm faltered, just slightly. His hips stuttered and his back arched like a cat. Will could feel it, could feel how close he was, and it only made him tighten around him, pulling him in deeper.
“Fuck—“ Mike's arms gave out and he collapsed onto Will, his weight pressing him into the mattress. He couldn't hold himself up anymore, his forehead dropping to rest on Will's shoulder. The only thing still moving were his hips, rutting forward helplessly, chasing his release like he'd never needed anything more.
Will didn't think, his arms wrapped around Mike's head, fingers threading into his damp hair, pulling him as close as possible. He was so warm, so heavy, so sweaty, so fucking perfect.
Instinct took over. His legs moved on their own, wrapping tighter around Mike's hips, pushing him deeper, keeping him there. The stretch, the fullness, the sheer weight of Mike on top of him – it was too much, perfectly too much, and he knew he was fucked.
“Will— fuck, Will, baby—“ Mike choke out, his hands gripping his hips so tightly they'd definitely leave bruises. But Will wanted them. Wanted a proof of this, of tonight, of how completely Mike ruined him. He knew damn well he wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow. Knew his body would be aching for days.
They've had long and good sex before – great sex, even. But this? This was something else entirely. Something mind-blowing.
Because Mike was still moaning against his skin, still trembling between his arms, still pressing desperate kisses to his shoulder, to his neck, to his jaw, like Will was something holy, something Mike couldn't get enough of.
“Oh my God, Mike—“ His voice cracked. He felt so full, so right. His muscles tightened and released around Mike, creating a rhythm of anticipation. Every thrust brought Will closer to the edge.
“Mike... shit— Don’t stop...” He struggled to keep up with the overwhelming pleasure. “I can't... please—“ he pleaded.
Mike's lips pressed against Will's neck. “Let go,” he urged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, clapping sounds echoing in the room. “Come on. I've got you.”
In this moment, the deep, steady thrusts, coupled with the tightness and warmth of Will's body, sent Mike over the edge. His movements became erratic, as he gritted his teeth and gasped Will's name through the clenched lips. His body shuddered in pleasure as he spilled inside.
Will followed soon after; Mike's release pushing him over the edge. His body trembled violently and the cries of pleasure filled the air as he came undone in Mike's arms.
Their breathing slowed down, the only sounds now were the soft gasps as they stayed pressed together.
When Mike finally pulled out, there was a moment of quiet vulnerability between them. He knew Will. He knew that as he laid there, breathing heavily, still lost in the afterglow, he needed a moment to come back to reality.
Gently, he pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around him, feeling the warmth of his skin against his own. Will winced, his body still trembling slightly, still sensitive, and Mike pressed a soft kiss at the top of his head.
"Hey," Mike murmured quietly. "You alright?"
Will didn't immediately respond, so Mike's fingers began to track along his spine with a slow touch, a silent way of assuring him that he is fine and safe with him and that Mike is not going anywhere.
Will's breathing started to steady, and his body was not quite back to his usual self yet, but getting there. The soreness, the heaviness of the moment still lingered. But Mike was there to give him the comfort, to hold him even when the intensity of the moment had passed.
“Take your time,” he said quietly as he pulled back just enough to look down at Will. “I'm right here.”
Will finally gave a small nod. He rested his head against Mike's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as he took a few more moments to simply be, to come back from the rush of what had just happened.
They didn’t need to speak right away; their eyes said everything. Mike's expression softened with a quiet smile, the kind of smile that only came in these unspoken moments. Will, couldn't help but mirror it, his lips curving into a small but genuine smile.
His arms wrapped around Mike's waist, clinging onto him like he never wanted to let go. His legs were tangled with Mike's and Mike loved to see him like this – so undone, so needy. He found himself smiling at the thought of having Will like this. He pressed another into his damp hair.
“I love it when you get this clingy,” he whispered with quiet admiration. His hand found Will's hair, threading through the soft strands, playing with them lazily and Will let out a small incoherent hum, something that sounded like shut up but he nuzzled in closer, pressing his face against Mike's collarbone.
Mike huffed a laugh, his arms tightening around his boyfriend. He felt everything at once – possessiveness, protectiveness, and a deep, overwhelming softness that he only ever allowed himself to feel for Will.
His messy hair tickled against Mike's chest, and he loved it too. Loved how it sticked out in every direction, reminding him that he'd just been wrecked by him. Loved the way Will's lips were still slightly parted, soft and swollen, pouted like he was waiting for another kiss. And Mike wanted to kiss him, to do nothing but kiss him for hours, to worship every part of him, to keep him close and warm.
Suddenly, even after having his way with him, Mike felt almost clumsy touching him with his rough palms. He felt the need to treat Will like something precious instead, something that can bruise and crash at the slightest touch. He felt unworthy of his love.
He tightened his arms around Will and cupped his cheek, tilting his face up slightly, forcing him to meet his gaze.
“I love you so much, baby.”
“I love you too, Mike.”
There was a feeling of contentment in their words, but also a reminder of how good it felt to truly be with someone who who made them feel wanted in ways that go beyond just physical attraction.
“I'm really glad we're where we are,” Will started. “This feels right. More than I ever expected.”
“Me too. I feel good. With you, I mean. Do you feel good?”
Will let out a dramatic groan, shifting against Mike before tilting his head back to look at him with a lazy smirk. “Good?” he echoed. “I think you just fucked the ability to speak and to walk right out of me. Good would be an understatement.”
Mike chuckled, his chest shaking against Will's.
“That's a compliment, right?” Will rolled his eyes, annoyed at his stupid ass boyfriend, but smiled nonetheless. “Okay, so I'll take that as a win,” he teased. “Loudest you've ever been, by the way. Should've recorded that for the memories.”
“Mike…” he smacked Mike's chest but did not move away. "Don't even start," his soft laughter faded back into comfortable silence.
They were exhausted, but there was nowhere else they'd rather be than wrapped up in each other. Warm, safe, sweaty and disgusting – exactly where they belonged. Will belonged to Mike, and Mike belonged to Will. Their bodies and souls tangled together in the most perfect way.