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Will had stumbled across it entirely by accident. A magazine left on the floor beside his bike, appearing after he’d gone into Melvald’s briefly to pick something up for his mom. He’d glanced at it, surprised, as he went to cycle away, but when he picked it up and flipped errantly through the pages, his eyes widened.
Before he could stop to consider it, he’d slid it into his backpack and brought it home, only opening it back up once Mike had arrived, and they were both lying back on his bed against the pillows, eyeing the pages curiously.
It was a porn magazine—blatantly. But it wasn’t just regular sex. It was a lot of things that Will had only really heard about in passing, sadomasochism, bondage, a dominatrix. He wasn’t really sure why he’d wanted to show it to Mike, maybe because he thought he’d find it funny, but Mike did not seem amused by it at all.
He sat beside Will, the pages open in his lap, flipping idly through; not overtly turned on, but not disinterested either. Will watched him curiously, until he landed on a page that said: How to Please Your Girl in 10 Easy Steps, and he paused.
Will pressed his face into Mike’s hair, pushing a hand beneath his shirt so he could stroke the skin of his back instead of just the soft fabric.
"I wonder why people like it," Mike mused, eyes scanning down the page.
Will glanced over at it. The first column said Drive Her Wild: Pull Her Hair in large red letters. The other columns all contained information of much the same likeness: Make Her Moan: Choke Her, and Get Her Going: Slap Her Ass. Will raised an eyebrow.
"What? Hair pulling?"
"Yeah,” said Mike, glancing over at him. “And the… other stuff."
Will felt his stomach clench nervously. "Why? Do you… do you want to try it?"
"What?” Mike sat up. “No! I mean… not really. I don’t know, I just don't really get it."
Nervous insecurity quickly ran rampant inside Will’s mind. He'd been certain that Mike thoroughly enjoyed their sex life (Will certainly did, and he had absolutely no desire to change anything about it), but what if Mike was growing bored of it? What if he wasn't satisfied anymore and hadn't told him, and he really wanted a sex life where it sounded like one of them was being murdered? Could Will do that? He doubted it. But no—he could do anything for Mike... right?
"If you want to try it, I'd do that for you," Will told him (quite bravely, in his opinion).
"Hmm…” said Mike thoughtfully. “If you wanted to, I would do it for you.”
"And I would do it for you too, if you wanted to." Will continued.
"So you do want to?" Mike stared at him, dropping the magazine and leaning back on his elbows. Will’s eyes were drawn to the exposed slip of skin at his stomach. Pale against white sheets. His mouth watered automatically.
"What? Oh… well, only if you want to."
"Okay,” Mike said diplomatically. “Let’s try it."
"What? Now?"
"Oh, are you not in the mood? We can wait," Mike amended quickly, flushing pink.
"No!” Will blushed. “I mean, if you really want to..."
"Only if you really want to..." Mike blinked imploringly at Will, and Will’s heart fluttered at the sight.
"Okay, yeah," he said. He nodded once, firmly. "Yeah. Here we go. Kinky. Hair pulling. Sounds… exciting."
He hoped he sounded more confident than he felt. He climbed up over Mike, and Mike let his head drop back against the pillow, exposing his neck, spreading his legs obediently for Will to settle between them. Will felt the first traces of arousal pool in his belly.
Okay. He could do this. Kissing Mike—he could do that. Pressing him into the mattress—he could definitely do that. Opening his shirt and taking a moment to ardently admire his body—he loved doing that. But as he leaned forward to kiss Mike, and it began to get more intense, he felt his mind slipping away. He was becoming less and less confident about the other part. It was already feeling pretty great the way it always had. But if Mike wanted to try something new... well, his enjoyment was always the most important thing to Will, and he'd do anything for him.
Maybe Mike was right, anyway; everybody always said that sex eventually got boring, and Will had never, ever felt that way, so maybe Mike had been the one to feel that but just hadn't told him…
He sought every ounce of his courage, and with his lips to Mike’s neck, reached a slightly shaky hand up and tugged once at his hair. Mike’s shoulders went up in a little flinch, and he let out a quiet squeak of pain. Will felt like somebody had just sprayed him down with ice water. His heart sank to his toes. He pulled back from him, a horrible feeling invading his chest, his arousal quickly disappearing without a trace. Mike was rubbing over his scalp, his nose wrinkled.
"Oh, no," Will said. He felt his eyes burn. "No, I didn't like that. I don't like that at all. Are you okay? I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."
"I'm fine," Mike reassured him. He rubbed Will’s hip soothingly. "Just didn't really do much for me. And I was too busy worrying about having to pull your hair back to feel much of anything."
Will rolled off of him. He collapsed back against the mattress, relieved.
"Oh, thank god, I felt the same way," he sighed. He rolled over onto his side and leaned over. He pressed his lips to Mike’s hair. "I just don't want to hurt you, y’know? That doesn't get me off."
Mike’s expression softened. He reached up to comb a gentle hand through Will’s hair, sweeping it out of his eyes.
“I know,” he said, smiling. “You’re always like that.”
Will’s blush deepened. “I can’t help it.”
“And I wouldn’t expect you to. Let’s try something else,” Mike sat up again, and Will missed his presence immediately. “How about… dirty talk?”
Will scoffed incredulously. “What?” he said, laughing, “Do you want to call me Daddy or something?”
“Eurgh! No!” Mike made an exaggerated retching sound. “That would make me think of — like—“ he gagged. Will snorted. “I don’t even want to go there. It’ll ruin the mood. I meant like… other stuff.”
Will raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”
Mike shrugged, his cheeks going pink. “I don’t know. You’re supposed to know. You’re meant to, like… throw me around. Call me names and stuff.”
“‘Call you names’?” said Will, laughter in his voice. Mike shoved him.
“Don’t laugh!” he said petulantly, but Will couldn’t help it. It seemed ridiculous.
“Names like what?”
“I think you know full-well what,” Mike said flatly, and Will’s eyes widened.
“Wh— Really? You’d want me to… like…” he trailed off.
He had a few ideas in mind, but he was worried Mike would think him silly if he said them out loud. He knew it was supposed to be sexy when other people said these things, but he felt it simply wouldn’t have quite the same impact coming from his lips rather than someone else’s. He’d built the wrong image. He was Will Byers: Mike’s best friend of over a decade—his good, loving boyfriend who sometimes teared up when he stepped on a bug in the street, who kissed his forehead when they went to bed and made him breakfast in the mornings.
He was not Will Byers: dominant boyfriend extraordinaire.
Mike shoved him down suddenly, flipping them over, getting Will underneath him. He rolled his hips downwards and Will cursed, grabbing at his thigh.
“Jesus — you’re so impatient,” Will snorted. Mike scowled, pressing him back against the pillows, kissing him soundly.
“Shut up,” he said as he pulled away. Will grinned. He shifted his hips up marginally, bracing his hands on Mike’s thighs to hold his weight.
He watched Mike’s gaze turn from unimpressed to interested as he felt Will grow hard beneath him. His lips quirked into a smirk.
“Thought you weren’t in the mood?”
“Yeah, not in the mood to attack you like an animal,” he scoffed, and Mike snorted. Will stroked his hands up Mike’s hips and pulled him in, grinding up, so that Mike could feel his arousal pressing between his legs. “I am in the mood to fuck you, though.”
Mike let out a pleased noise, tugging Will in to kiss him again; a hot, sure press of his lips that was over far too quickly for Will’s liking.
“Mm,” he said, nosing against Will’s throat, “Sounds good to me.”
The anxiety from earlier was gone, and all there was left was the fray-edged desperation that always came with Will’s desire for Mike—overwhelming as soon as it peaked, at once reflected back at him in Mike’s dark eyes. Will clutched at him, rolled up against him, one hand fisted in Mike’s shirt, one hand on the side of his neck, fingers restless.
Mike stilled him, pressed him to the mattress, face close, cheek to Will’s, noses brushing. Will barely recognised the aching sound that left him with the next exhale. Mike’s scent was all around him, like love itself in the air. Almond shampoo and his flowery cologne all mingled in with the scent of Will’s room and his dad’s cheap aftershave.
"Enough," Mike said, voice low. "Enough teasing. Kiss me."
It happened as though they'd done nothing else all day. Will could only open himself up to it, pour himself into it. Into the feel of Mike’s lips open against his, his tongue slick in his mouth, the wet sound of the kiss deepening—the muffled moans between them. Mike was shivering. He held Will by the sides of his neck and used his thumbs behind Will’s ears to tilt his head, to get closer. Their legs slotted together, chests pressed, and Will thought he might expire, might melt right into the mattress, into Mike’s soft mouth.
He ran his hands into Mike’s hair. Nipped at his lips, bit, sucked, let the kiss devolve into something richer. When he spoke, he could feel the puff of his own words cooling the spit between them.
"I love you," he gasped. Then, "I want you on me. I want — wanna be inside you—“
Will’s words disappeared into another kiss. He used his arms around Mike’s neck to lift himself up into it, backed up on his elbows, and Mike’s hands came down to his waist, looped around him, rested with a warm press to the dip of his spine—right above his ass.
“You’re so sentimental when you’re horny,” Mike whispered, a breath like a laugh.
Will was too aroused to really care what he was or wasn’t.
“Can you — can you ride me,” he said, and it came out as more of a helpless whimper. Mike mouthed at his throat, his moan coming out in a soft rush of breath against Will’s burning skin.
"Your parents are home," Mike sighed, trying to unbutton Will’s shirt, still sucking at the skin of his neck.
Will’s grip on the back of Mike’s shirt tightened. "Mike," he said, wrecked.
Mike pulled too hard at a button, sent it flying. He was rubbing his face against Will’s collarbone. “You’re so hot,” he murmured, looking up briefly to lock eyes with Will.
Will met his gaze, throat dry, and saw the glimpse of something dark swimming there. Mike rocked his hips down gently.
Will moaned. "Oh, god — shit — I'll fuck you right here, I don't care, just—“
"Fuck," Mike moaned.
Will tilted up. He managed half a kiss, his tongue to Mike’s bottom lip, rolling his body to Mike’s, and something snapped—the last chord of restraint between them, the last inch they'd let linger.
He groaned, hips stuttering, grabbing at Mike again, hauling him close and flipping them over. Trying to push Mike’s shirt from his shoulders, pushing him down flat against the mattress. Will pressed his face to the small patch of skin he'd revealed of his chest, Mike buried his hands in Will’s hair. Licked the shell of his ear.
"What do you want?" Will asked, his forehead to Mike’s. He was fumbling with the rest of Mike’s shirt buttons, fingers slow.
Mike was breathing hard. His eyes were glazed over, fixed on Will’s mouth.
“You know what I want,” he said lowly.
"Do I?" Will asked, fingering the last button open and brushing his hands against Mike’s heat, over the expanse of his midriff. They both moaned. "Do you want me to—" Will swallowed, voice shaking. "Do you want me to do it like them? To fuck you like that?"
He glanced over at the discarded magazine. Mike’s response was a weak moan, as though the words themselves were too much. Will supposed that was a yes. Mike kissed his throat, pushed Will’s shirt off his arms, slid his hands appreciatively down Will’s chest.
“I want you to fuck me like you mean it,” he sighed, and Will’s heart thudded in his chest. He wondered if Mike could feel it.
“I always mean it,” he replied, and Mike dropped his head back. He wiped his lip on the back of his hand.
“I know that… but…” he met Will’s gaze evenly. “I want you to fuck me like I’m yours. Like you won’t ever let anyone else touch me,” he reached up to breathe the last words against Will’s ear. “Like I belong to you.”
Will felt his blood rush south. Something new, something quietly possessive swirled in his chest at Mike’s words. Like I’m yours.
His eyes darkened. This was much easier than hair-pulling, or hurting Mike or any of those other things he’d thought Mike wanted, because really, it was already true. Mike did belong to Will. He was Will’s boyfriend, after all. Will could hardly believe he hadn’t thought of it before now.
“Okay,” he said, pressing Mike back down firmly. “Okay, yeah. Okay—“ he captured Mike’s lips again in a kiss, and to his delight, he felt Mike go pliant underneath him.
They broke apart. Will looked down. Mike was staring up at him, but he didn’t move, didn’t so much as shift his hips—like he was waiting for Will’s command. Submission, Will’s brain supplied. He felt his dick twitch with interest.
He slipped a hand under Mike’s chin, lifting his head up until their gazes met, and he kissed him softly. Mike let his mouth drop open, welcoming Will’s intrusion, and Will slid his tongue in, kissing him deeply, his hips rocking down, keeping Mike pressed against the mattress.
“I’m gonna fuck you,” he said as he pulled away. “So good, I’m gonna—“ Mike cut him off with a kiss, too eager now to keep restraining himself. Will slid his hands up Mike’s forearms, gripping his wrists. As they broke away for air Will pulled them up, over Mike’s head, pinning them there. Mike let out a whimper.
Will blinked at him, at their position, almost surprised by his own boldness. He paused his (quite effective, in his opinion) dominant boyfriend act.
“Is this okay?” he asked quietly, ducking his head even though they were the only people in the room. He didn’t want to embarrass Mike by suddenly breaking character—returning back to his usual loving boyfriend behaviour—but he cared much more about the possibility that he might hurt Mike by accident, that if he did Mike might be too nervous to mention it.
Mike stared at him, surprised, his arms still pinned above his head, then suddenly he giggled.
“Yeah, this is okay.”
He leaned up, and Will couldn’t help but drop his grip on his wrists. Mike’s arms came up to embrace him at once. They broke off, panting, and Mike laughed again. “This is really good, actually. I didn’t — I didn’t even realise you were acting.”
Will kissed him again, shrugging. “It’s only half acting,” he said, “I am gonna fuck you. And I do sort of… mostly think you’re mine — as long as you want to be, that is.”
Mike smiled at him, so radiant Will could’ve sworn the sun had begun to break through the half-shut curtains.
“I do,” he said warmly. “I do want to be yours. Always.”
He leaned up and pressed his lips against Will’s, softer this time than he had been before, and Will knew immediately that he’d done the right thing. He hadn’t ruined the mood by checking in—something that he was slightly worried he’d do, because Mike seemed very adamant about getting on with things. Instead, Mike seemed even happier for it.
“Can you go back to fucking me senseless now?” Mike said, his tone deceptively innocent, and Will spluttered, blushing furiously.
“You want me to—? Wh—um, yes, I — well—“
Before he had a chance to find the words, Mike had kissed him again, lying back down on the bed, pulling Will back on top of him like before.
Will went blindly, following Mike’s lead until Mike spread his legs again, bringing Will’s hand down to the waistband of his pants. Will understood, sliding his hand over Mike’s belly, over the slender width of his waist, before dipping down lower, beneath his loosened belt, palming him through the fabric of his underwear.
Mike keened, rutted up, put his fingers to the rise of Will’s cheekbone. Will turned into the touch and kissed Mike’s wrist three times in a row, mindless. Mike’s hands sank into his hair, and Will looked up, taking a moment to catch his breath—to catch up with his wild heart, with the high speed of his own building lust. Mike was looking down at him, mouth shiny with spit, his chest blotchy red with a flush and with the trail of Will’s peppered hickeys.
"I'm gonna make you feel good," Will said, voice thin to the dip of Mike’s hip. Mike’s fingers moved through his hair. Stroking. Will glanced up, over the planes of his skin.
He kept eye contact as he worked open Mike’s belt, as he thumbed open the buttons of Mike’s fly. Mike’s breathing turned laboured, the fall of his eyelids heavy. Will pushed down the waistband of his trousers and slid his hand between Mike’s thighs. Mike moaned, pushing up into the touch, pulling at Will—his head falling back against the pillow with a dull thud. The muscles of his legs were trembling, twitching under Will’s hands.
Will’s hunger roared, suddenly urgent again, and he pushed Mike’s pants down with an impatient groan.
Mike’s cock jumped, twitched up against his belly, leaking, and Will wasted no time in getting his hand around the base, in squeezing, pulling down, putting his lips to the head in a licking kiss.
He sucked, light, then opened his mouth and sank down a little—down over the glans, brushing the tip of his tongue to the slit. He pulled back again, letting a line of spit and pre-come hang between Mike’s cock and his bottom lip.
“Mike,” Will said, voice slightly hoarse as he pulled away, “next to you, on top of the drawer, there’s the—“
“Got it—“ Mike had reached back, his breathing coming in gasps, knowing instinctually what Will needed, and he leaned down to pass Will the lube, hands shaking slightly, his legs trembling where Will waited between them.
Will took the lube and poured it over his fingers, flexing them experimentally, feeling Mike shift beneath him in anticipation at the sight of it. He moved between Mike’s legs, pressed his index finger against his entrance, cold from the lube, stroking him, feeling his soft, hot skin.
Mike’s breath puffed out in tense, strained gasps as Will pressed against him gently, sliding the first finger in. He was used to this by now; a familiar stretch, and he quickly shifted his hips to grant Will better access. Will stroked him from the inside, curling his finger at exactly the right spot that had Mike twitching in his hands, mewling, clutching at Will’s hair as he slid in a second finger alongside the first.
Mike arched slightly as he did so, and Will looked up. His breathing had turned frantic. His mouth was open, letting out soft whimpers and pants as Will touched him gently. Will wanted him. He wanted him desperately, in that moment. Wanted to take him from the world, from its small distractions and pointless conversations. Wanted to give him something better.
“Stay down,” he said quietly, soft but commanding, pressing Mike’s hips back against the bed again.
That had Mike moaning in his hands, only getting louder as Will added a third finger, working him open, Mike straining underneath him to keep from moving like Will had ordered.
When he finally determined Mike was prepped enough, he slid his fingers back out, and Mike moaned weakly. He slipped his own pants down his thighs, taking his cock in hand, slicking it up, before he braced himself over Mike—tip pressing against his entrance.
Mike stared up at him, eyes wide, and Will admired the sight of him, all spread out in the dark, lips bitten red and raw, his pale skin littered with the marks of Will’s teeth.
“Will—“ he began shakily, and Will leaned over him, his hand braced by Mike’s head on the pillow, letting his tip slip past Mike’s entrance. Mike squirmed.
“Stay,” Will said, and Mike whimpered breathlessly. “Stay still until I say you can move. Understand?”
"Will," Mike managed, voiceless, and Will swallowed his sounds—pressing his lips to the Mike’s as he lifted his hips, sinking in, feeling the perfect warmth of Mike’s body envelop him in its entirety. Mike gasped as Will bottomed out, but Will held him down, kissing him again.
When he pulled away, he was fully sheathed, and Mike was still and obedient underneath him. Will rolled his hips experimentally, and Mike let out a helpless noise that had Will flushing, leaning back over him, gathering his wrists again to pin them above his head.
“I’m gonna fuck you,” he said, his lips soft on Mike’s neck. “Gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t walk tomorrow.”
Mike mewled, and Will pressed a kiss to his throat. He rocked inward, and Mike gasped, spreading his legs wider, allowing for the intrusion. Will glanced around before he spotted Mike’s discarded belt a few feet away on the mattress, and he reached for it.
Mike blinked at him, puzzled, until moments later Will was leaning forward, looping the belt around Mike’s wrists and buckling it there, keeping them in place. Mike stared in abject surprise at Will’s ingenuity for all of five seconds before Will seized the opportunity, using his now free hands to lift Mike’s thighs, pushing them back, putting him in missionary.
Mike let out a startled moan as Will thrusted hard, the new angle hitting him in a different place. He clenched down around Will’s length, and Will groaned at the feeling, low and long, and didn't stop as he rocked his hips up into the heat of Mike’s body.
“H-holy shit,” Mike whimpered, “Fuck — Mmmh — Oh, god, Will — you feel so good—“
Will felt satisfaction bloom in his chest. Mike let out small, shallow moan after moan, gasping, cursing as Will placed one hand on his hip to keep himself balanced.
"Wuh—Will — please, fuck, just—"
Will gripped Mike harder, using his hold to thrust in deeper, hitting Mike’s sweet spot, and Mike cried out, babbling Will’s name, saying it over and over, like a prayer.
“Will — Will, Will — ah, ah — please, just — mmmh!”
Will groaned, half-thinking of their conversation earlier, and before he could stop them the words were already slipping out—
“You’re such a slut,” he breathed against the shell of Mike’s ear.
To his surprise, his words elicited a rather more enthusiastic reaction than he’d been anticipating.
“Oh, god,” Mike moaned brazenly, his breath quickening, and he rocked his hips up to meet Will’s thrusts, “Ah — ah — Oh, please Will, Will—“
He broke off with another startled moan as Will thrusted into him harder. Will felt hot all over, as though somebody had turned the temperature down and then all the way back up again, sending goosebumps rippling across his skin. Suddenly, he understood why people said such filthy things during sex—had he known Mike would respond this way, he would’ve tried it much sooner.
He leaned down, deciding—fuck it. Why shouldn’t he lean into it? Mike clearly wanted him to keep going. He nosed against Mike’s jaw again. “You’re such a slut for me, aren’t you? You’re begging for it. You probably think about it all the time. So desperate for me to fuck you.”
Mike’s bound hands pressed down behind his head, gripping the sheets so hard it was a wonder they didn’t rip. He threw his head back, letting out a loud moan of pleasure.
“Yes, god, yes,” he cried, his ankles looping around Will’s back, pulling him in deeper, and Will leaned down to press a kiss against his tear-stained cheek.
“You’re so good for me,” he purred. “Letting me take you like this. All mine.”
“Yours,” Mike gasped, “All yours, always — fuck!”
Will knew they weren’t going to last long. He could feel himself approaching the edge, his desire climbing higher and higher as he rocked in and out of Mike.
“Will — Will — I’m gonna — I’m gonna come—“ Mike panted,
“Me too—“ Will groaned, and moments later he spilled.
His orgasm ripped through him like lightning, setting his skin aflame, sending his hair standing on end. He rocked his hips gently through it, feeling Mike writhe beneath him as he reached his own climax, his come spurting between them, hot first and then instantly cooling on their skin.
He leaned down, nosing at Mike’s jaw as Mike let out ragged, fucked-out breaths, his heart racing where Will settled his hand over his chest.
“You okay?” he asked, suddenly worried. “Was that okay? Did I hurt you?”
Mike turned his face against the pillow, and Will felt a brief flash of panic when he didn’t respond, before he let out a soft laugh.
“Never been better,” he croaked, his voice hoarse from overuse.
Will could’ve collapsed with relief. He pulled out gently, using his shirt to mop up the mess between them before they could clean it properly—whatever, he’d wash it later anyway. Then he leaned back over Mike, who was still panting like he’d run a mile, and pressed his face against the soft skin of his neck, planting a kiss there before working his way back up.
Mike laughed quietly again. Will ignored him, peppering kisses up to his jaw, across his nose and back down to his mouth again, capturing his lips in a soft kiss, trying to pour every ounce of love he was feeling into this one act. He slid his hands up Mike’s wrists and deftly undid the belt, freeing his arms.
When they broke away, Mike smiled up at him fondly.
“Someone’s feeling affectionate,” he observed, amused.
Will kissed him again. “I’m always feeling affectionate,” he deflected. Mike snorted.
“Right. And the sex had nothing to do with it?”
Will leaned back, fixing Mike with a serious sort of stare. “No, it didn’t, actually,” he said. “I love you just as much when we have sex as I do all the other times.”
Mike looked as though he’d have liked to laugh at this, too, but he couldn’t seem to find it within himself, and he tugged Will back against him, kissing his nose.
“Of course you do,” he said, smiling into the kiss, “You’re very fair like that. I’m impressed.”
“And you’re sure I didn’t hurt you?” Will said, pulling away. “One-hundred-percent, totally sure?”
Mike stared at him. He must have sensed the underlying worry beneath Will’s words, because he didn’t tease or laugh.
“No, you didn’t hurt me,” he said gently. “It was really good. And I promise I’m not just saying that to stroke your ego.”
Will bit his lip, grinning. “Really? There isn’t anything you would change?”
Mike scoffed, “What’s this? D’you want me to rate it out of five, or something?”
“Yeah, okay,” said Will. “On a scale of one to five, plus a review. How was it, really? What could we do here at Will Byers Headquarters to improve your experience?”
“You’re such a dork — okay, fine,” Mike dropped his head back, pretending to think over it. “Hmm… I think, maybe four and a half stars overall. Absolutely fantastic, he had a great dick, but he could probably sound a bit more convincing when he was calling me a slut.”
Will blushed. Mike smirked at him.
“I know you felt bad about saying that,” he said, eyebrows raised, and Will folded his arms defensively.
“It’s a bit… degrading,” he said, slightly embarrassed at his own lack of sexual liberty. “And I don’t actually think you’re a slut. There’s only so much acting I can manage without killing the mood.”
Mike laughed.
“That’s fine,” he said affectionately. “I’m not really a slut, anyway. Only for you.”