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Ethan’s often felt like he had more than his fair share of luck; too many near run-ins with the Grim Reaper for him not to, really. But he’s never felt like he’s hoarding a whole football stadium’s worth of people’s luck more than he does right now.
Laid in bed on his side, naked as the day he was born, with his husband asleep on his front next to him. Will. Snoring softly; dirty-blond hair sticking up in haphazard tufts and free of gel, looking painfully handsome. Ethan stroked the tips of his fingers up and down the notches of Will’s spine.
The skin was warm and smooth; a faint covering of downy-soft, blond hair trailed down over the dimples at the base of Will’s spine. The pert, generous cheeks of his ass were covered in the same peach fuzz. Ethan loved to rub his face over the soft, squishy globes before devouring his husband’s pink, little hole.
Except—
It wasn’t so little anymore. Not after last night.
Ethan trailed his fingers down further; circling the no-longer tightly furled pucker of Will’s sticky hole. He pushed two thick fingers inside; biting his lip in wonder at how soft and open his husband was. How hot and greedy and practically dripping with Ethan’s own come he was - so stuffed full, globs of semen oozed out around his fingers, leaking sluggishly downwards to stain his taint.
He couldn’t believe, even after two years of marriage, that he got to have the IMF’s best analyst like this. Everyone else got snarky, coffee-drinking, suit-wearing, brilliant Will. And Ethan got that too. At work, and sometimes at home, depending on the day. But what amazed him, was that he got this Will as well. The one who felt safe enough to give him his back while he slept. The one who let Ethan kiss him whenever he wanted, even when he probably shouldn’t. A smile curled his lips as he remembered Will’s long-suffering frown when Ethan had kissed him mere seconds after succeeding in dismantling another bomb in the long line of his bomb-dismantling career, when what he should’ve been doing was focusing on stemming the bleeding from the knife wound to his arm. At least, that’s what Will had said anyway. Ethan liked to believe he’d focused on the right thing at moment in time, like how Will had melted into the kiss like he did every time, but he was happy for them to agree to disagree as long as Will continued to let Ethan kiss him whenever the mood struck him. Which was a lot of the time if he was being honest.
(Okay, maybe all the time).
Ethan got this Will - who let Ethan fuck him, and fuck him hard. Hard enough that bruises in the shape of Ethan’s own hands curled around his slim hips, and his greedy, little hole was left gaping and a right filthy mess; like Ethan overflowed with how much he loved Will every time he so much as touched him, and it made him desperate. Had him snapping his hips like a horny pup; obsessed with how hot and tight Will’s ass gripped his cock, whining nonsensical noises and words against the beautiful tanned expanse of Will’s back. Obsessed with how loud Will grunted and moaned with each rough drag of Ethan’s dick over his prostate; rubbing his face back and forth in the pillows.
This Will who let Ethan make love to him too; rolling his hips slowly, kissing every bit of his husband he could reach while Will growled in frustration at him to hurry the fuck up, but doing nothing else to make Ethan actually move any faster.
All the bits and pieces, the facial expressions that Will usually kept guarded and the small domestic moments that form the stitches and threads that make up their life together, outside of the explosions and spying - Ethan thought about them every time he looked into Will’s stormy blue eyes.
He never thought he’d fall in love again after Julia, but he did. Ethan doesn’t regret it. Will’s showed him again and again, that he’s not going anywhere no matter how much Ethan tried to push him away; that he had Ethan’s back through the highs and the lows, and well…Ethan sure did appreciate the gorgeously company.
And from that first time they kissed - after the syndicate and the downfall of Solomon Lane - Ethan had known deep in his soul, that he couldn’t live his life without feeling Will’s lips on his own every day for the rest of his life.
Thankfully Will had agreed with him.
Ethan slipped another finger past the puffy rim of Will’s asshole; smirking at the way his husband’s ass just sucked him in deeper, like he was greedy to be filled even when he was snoring softly in his sleep. He fanned his fingers out, stretching Will’s channel, even though he doesn’t really need it. Ethan just liked playing with him, all slippery and wet with cum, and the fact that Will never stopped him.
Will hummed in his sleep, and then a few moments later, his blue eyes blinked awake. “What are you doing, babe?” he groused, voice slurring with sleep. He never liked being woken up before he absolutely had to be, but Ethan liked to think he made it worth it.
”Fingering your messy hole.” Ethan smudged a tender kiss to the angel’s wing of Will’s shoulder; plunging his fingers in harder, deeper. “You’re so hot and wet. Hole like a fucking pussy, Agent Brandt.”
Will shivered; toes flexing and curling against the wrinkled bed sheets. “Jesus fuck, Ethan. You’re killing me.”
Ethan huffed out a laugh. “You like it though, right?”
Will twisted his neck and arch a disbelieving brow at him. “Fuck yeah, I do. The Ethan Hunt with his filthy fucking mouth and he’s all mine.” He groaned and shook his head; burying his face in his pillow again. “God, I haven’t had enough coffee to deal with you like this so early in the morning - in fact, I haven’t had any coffee!”
”I’ll make it up to you.”
”Oh yeah? How?”
Ethan grinned wolfishly and then pulled his fingers free from where he’d switched from fucking them deep to lazily pumping them in and out of Will’s ass; tugging on his rim, just because he could. Ethan blanketed Will’s back and then fed his thick, aching cock into his husband’s waiting hole. Will keened; arching up as Ethan filled him. The position put the tempting line of Will’s neck right where he could bite at it, and Ethan wasted no time in sinking his teeth into the straining tendon there, and clamping down. Marking Will any way he could.
He tangled their left hands together, the titanium of their wedding rings glinting in the early morning light. “That feel good, baby?”
”Hng - give it to me, Ethan. Make me feel it.”
”I can do that.”
Ethan undulated his hips; sliding his cock in and out of Will’s ass. It wasn’t going to take him long to come; Will got him hotter than anyone else even when he wasn’t doing anything. If anyone else had the audacity to pin Will down like this - a man who had never let anyone else fuck him until Ethan had swaggered into his life apparently - they’d end up on the ground with a gun pointed at their face. But for Ethan, Will just writhed underneath him, moaning for more. Ethan tried not to let it go to his head, but in moments like this, it was really fucking hard.
Almost as hard as Ethan’s dick was.
All because of Head Analyst, Agent William Brandt.
”Fuck, you take me so fucking good, Will,” he panted; palming Will’s rib cage, thumbing at his nipple. “Ass really is like a pussy - sucking me in so fucking deep, I’m right up in your guts. S’perfect. Could stay inside you forever.”
He snapped his hips harder, aim focused on right Will’s prostate. It only took a few more thrusts for Will to tense up beneath him and then melt into the mattress as he came; a wet spot spilling out across the bedsheets as he shuddered out Ethan’s name. The rhythmic clenching of Will’s sloppy hole around his dick tipped Ethan over the edge, and he emptied his balls inside his husband, adding to the thick, creamy load he’d fucked into him night before - Will so stuffed full Ethan felt some of his own cum spilling back out around his shaft to wet his pubic hair.
”Mmmm…that would be nice,” Will mumbled, finally responding to Ethan’s last comment.
Ethan sunk into Will; fusing their sweaty bodies together until they were practically one person. He loved it when Will was dick-drunk. He got all purry and nuzzly, like a fucking kitten. A far cry from the neat and put-together Agent Brandt everyone at the IMF knew. And Ethan was the one who made him this way.
Like he said, he had the best luck in the world.
”You still want coffee?” Ethan murmured; brushing a kiss to the soft spot behind Will’s ear.
”No.”
Ethan blinked. Never known his husband say no to coffee. “No?”
”Coffee means you’d have to move and I’m comfy with you on top of me like a sexy blanket with a big dick.”
He chuffed. Nodded in concession. Buried his nose in the sweat-damp short hairs at Will’s nape; so in love it hurt. “Coffee later then.”
And if they weren’t having coffee or getting out of bed anytime soon, then Ethan had an idea of what they could do. He ground his dick into the weakly fluttering gape of Will’s hole in question, just to gage his husband’s interest.
”Again?” Will whined incredulously. “Seriously?”
Ethan shrugged unapologetically. “What can I say? I’m desperately in love with you and find you really… fucking…. hot, Agent Brandt. So hot, my dick hasn’t gone soft one…little…bit.”
”Urgh. Fuck you, Ethan Hunt and your romantic words. Fine, you can fuck me again, but I want a big vat of coffee when we eventually get out of bed.”
Ethan smiled and kissed the hinge of Will’s jaw. His cheek. His mouth. Started fucking him again. “You got yourself a deal, Agent. Oh, and happy birthday, Baby.”
Will reached back with his right hand and palmed Ethan’s hip, giving him a squeeze. “Thank you. Best birthday wake up, ever. And I love you too, by the way.”
”I know.” Will had stood up in front of all their friends and a registrar and declared how much he loved Ethan on their wedding day. It was something Ethan would never take for granted. “And I’m the luckiest sonofabitch because of it.”
Will wet his lips, bottom lip trembling with emotion. He kissed Ethan and then pulled their tangled hands to his mouth; breaths hot against Ethan’s skin where he just held their ringed fingers against his lips. “I’m gonna want breakfast with that coffee by the way, husband of mine, seeing as I’m gonna barely be able to walk properly because of your massive dick.”
Ethan scraped his teeth against Will’s neck and smirked. “Oh baby, I’ll make you the best damn eggs you’ve ever had and carry you to the breakfast table too while we’re at it.”
Will moaned and met him thrust for thrust until they were even more of a sweaty, cum-covered mess, and half an hour later he looked so goddamn gorgeous sitting at the breakfast table shovelling eggs and toast into his mouth, with Ethan’s bite mark on his neck and hair sticking up at all angles and a pair of boxers slung low on his hips, that Ethan just had to fuck him again right there on the polished wood top.
He did wait until after they’d eaten breakfast though. Obviously.