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Will has always had a weakness for how confident Mike is. The way he talks, walks around, presents himself. The way he isn’t afraid to take up space.

The way he is almost always manspreading. It drives Will fucking insane.

Will always sits with his legs politely closed, hoping to attract less attention that way. Stay hidden. Stay unnoticed. But Mike is the complete opposite. Spreads his legs every damn time he sits anywhere.

It almost feels like an invitation when he does it.

Will’s resolve crumbles every time Mike sits comfortably, leaning back, legs spread. In his chair, on his bed, on counters. Everywhere. It drives Will nuts. Makes his knees buckle without fail. His heart rate spike without any time to react. Makes him hear the blood rushing through his ears before it goes south.

He feels filthy. Getting aroused by simply looking at Mike, just being in spaces, legs apart? Will is pathetic.

And now, with Mike and Will living together in a small apartment near university grounds, it hasn’t gotten any better.

Much, much worse, actually.

Will’s desperation has spiked to a dangerous all-time high. Excusing himself to the bathroom whenever he can, putting a pillow in his lap, turning away from Mike whenever he has no other chance of covering himself up. Whatever he can do to hide his very painfully hard boner.

Sometimes, Will feels like Mike is doing it on purpose. Will swears that he might’ve been caught staring a couple of times. He hopes that Mike picked it up as casual you’re my best friend so that’s why I’m looking at you staring, but he can’t be sure.

Will swears Mike looked him dead in the eyes once, a slow smirk spreading across his lips as he held eye contact and spread his legs further apart while sitting right opposite of him. Will had the perfect view. It was glorious. The most obscene sight he’s ever seen in his entire life, the filthiest and hottest thing someone has ever done to him—all while being completely unaware just what kind of effect he has on Will, of course.

It physically hurts, because Will feels incredibly shameful about rubbing one out to his best friend when said friend literally just exists comfortably. It also hurts mentally, because what kind of torture method is this? Present him with the very thing he’s loved for years, but now Will is a young, horny adult, and therefore Mike is irresistible, and yet, Will has to somehow keep his hands to himself. It fucking sucks.

So, Will hides the sinfully obvious tent in his pants he gets whenever Mike turns him on without even knowing he is doing it.

However, there is nowhere for him to go right now.

They are sitting in Mike’s car, on their way back to their apartment from visiting their families and friends in Hawkins. A trip that’s already been going on for over an hour and will at least take three or more hours to finish.

Mike is a confident driver. Knows his skills, flaws, what he can and cannot do. It is very sexy.

Even sexier, however, is the way he still finds a way to manspread while driving.

Being on the highway, going a steady speed that doesn’t require Mike to have his feet planted on the gas or clutch the entire time, means he had turned on cruise control. That way he could pull his long legs slightly towards himself, slouch in his seat and spread his damn fucking legs.

Left hand on the steering wheel, the other right in his lap. On his crotch.

And oh. Oh god.

Will, being the passenger princess that he is, sits quietly next to Mike. Is slightly moving his body along to the music playing on the radio, humming along. Vibing. He is vibing. All while occasionally sneaking a glance over at Mike, feeling a wave of heat rush through his body. It is exhilarating, and very, very pathetic. He knows that. But who can blame him? Why shouldn’t he be allowed to sneak glances at the boy he’s been in love with for years? Who’s gonna stop him? Exactly. So Will does whatever he wants.

He is, still, shamefully embarrassed by the way his body reacts to Mike simply sitting the way he always does. So Will tries to distract himself with the scenery, the music, the sound of Mike’s vibrating voice mumbling along to the songs on the radio.

And it works well. Very well, even. Until it doesn’t anymore.

Will can’t help but sneak another glance. Lets his gaze linger for a second too long.

Grave mistake.

He watches as Mike slightly lifts his hips, tugs on his jeans right by his crotch and adjusts himself.

A very perfectly normal thing for a man to do. For Mike to do.

For Will, it’s his fate sealed.

He stares intently throughout the entire process through his peripheral vision, throat suddenly dry, his eyes not listening to his mind as it screams, “look away! Cease this at once! Abort mission!”

All hope for Will is gone. His body reacts immediately, his blood rushing some place Will does not want it to go right now.

He quickly places his hands in his lap, clasped together, desperately trying to hide the evidence of how much of a hopeless case he is. He wants to die.

Will looks away. Suddenly the trees and buildings outside look way more interesting than Mike.

At least, he tries to convince himself of that.

Back at their apartment, Will immediately flees to the safety of his bedroom. He can only describe the car ride as an insight of what heaven might look like mixed with his own personal nightmare come to life.

After having watched Mike adjust himself for the first time ever in the car, he swears Mike did it multiple times after that. On purpose. While looking in Will’s direction.

Okay, Will doesn’t actually know if Mike looked at him while he did it, because Will made it a point to keep his eyes trained on the view outside the window. He commented on everything he saw. Pretty trees, sheep, the way the lights from the other cars distorted when it had started raining. Looking out the window was fun.

Until it wasn’t anymore.

Because—for a reason unbeknownst to him—his brain decided to point out how Will could see the reflection of Mike in the window. In terrifying quality. We’re talking, like, 4K HD view on a TV the size of a New York City billboard, right in his face. And he could see all of Mike. Like, all of him. Will tried convincing himself that he’s imagining things—that he can not see the outline of Mike’s cock through his jeans.

Will’s hard-on did not falter. Not once. For the rest of the car ride. For hours.

Three, to be exact!

He closed his eyes right after seeing... that, and told himself to nap.

He didn’t, of course. Only managed to daydream. About Mike’s cock. Which made things worse. Will’s dick hurt.

Which is why he decides that the only logical thing to do first thing after arriving back home is to take an ice cold shower. Rid himself of the proof for his sins and his sinful thinking. The relief he feels after his blood finally drains from his southern area is almost better than every orgasm he’s ever had. He sighs contently as he changes himself into a pair of grey sweatpants and a loose fitting shirt.

Now that Will can finally think clearly again, he decides to do something he’s been procrastinating for weeks, which is decluttering his desk. There’s all kinds of things littered across—paintbrushes, dried spots of paint, all kinds of drawing utensils, sketchbooks. Everything an art student needs to thrive, Will has it all. In a huge mess. On his desk. And it’s starting to piss him off, so he finally decides to do something about it.

Will stands in front of his desk, sorting his belongings into corresponding piles to the right and left of him when his door opens. Much to his dismay, he doesn’t hear it, because his door is well oiled and his mind too occupied with scraping dried paint off his wooden desk.

His body goes stiff a second before he can actually perceive what’s happening.

He feels hot air ghost against his neck right as warm hands are placed on both sides of his waist. The touch startles him and he gasps, trying to turn around to face the culprit. “Jesus—Mike, what the fuck!”

The culprit, however, only tightens his grip and keeps Will locked in place, faced away from him, sandwiched between him and the desk. He chuckles lowly, sending a shiver down Will’s spine. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” he speaks, way too soft, right by Will’s ear. It makes the hairs at his neck stand.

“You know how easily I get startled,” Will protests, a deep flush washing over his features, his voice unsteady. Unsure, because why is Mike grabbing Will’s waist like that? And why is he not letting go?

Will decides to laugh it off and tries to turn in Mike’s hold once again, only to be met with the exact same reaction from five seconds ago. “Mike, why—“

“Stay,” Mike speaks, low. No, he’s ordering Will, and it wipes Will’s mind clean in less than a second. He inhales shakily and gives up on trying to turn his body, so instead, he decides to only turn his head to face Mike.

Grave mistake yet again.

Mike’s face is right there, eyes dark and clouded in a way Will has never seen before. Is he angry? Did Will do something wrong? Is Mike going to punish him for something? What—

“Face forwards,” Mike demands, a cocky smirk decorating his lips.

Will’s throat dries up like a plant that’s been forgotten for seven months, watered once a blue moon, wilting without the yellow warmth of the sun. He attempts to swallow the drought in his throat and just does as he’s hold. He trains his gaze forwards, back down onto the desk, and remains silent. His heart is pounding against his ribs so hard that he’s sure Mike can hear it, if not even feel the vibrations from it all the way at his waist.

Will couldn’t tell you why he’s listening to Mike’s orders without hesitation. Maybe it’s because he trusts everything Mike says, maybe it’s the way his voice reaches a part of Will’s brain he didn’t know existed before this very moment. Maybe it’s the way Mike stands so close behind him, touching him like that. Maybe it’s just because it’s Mike. Because Will would do everything Mike tells him as long as he uses that voice with him.

The heat radiating from Mike’s hands travels lower, ghosting above the fabric until suddenly, his skin burns. The tips of Mike’s fingers ghost directly over Will’s skin as he slips them beneath the hem of his loose shirt, and it takes Will holding his breath and biting his lower lip to not let out a desperate noise. Contain yourself, he tells himself.

His eyes flutter shut as Mike flips his palms over and grazes his fingernails up Will’s sides, stepping closer. Their bodies are not touching other than Mike’s hands on Will’s skin under his shirt, but Will can feel his broad shoulders and his firm chest so clearly behind him. It drives him insane. What the fuck is Mike doing?

Will feels Mike turn his hands back over as he reaches the sides of his ribcage, pressing his palms directly to Will’s skin as he drags them back down all the way to his waist. In order to further suppress embarrassing sounds escaping him, Will presses his mouth shut more firmly and drops his head forwards, chin nearly pressing against his chest to restrict his throat as much as he can.

“Don’t do that,” Mike says, grabbing harshly into the flesh above Will’s hips, forcing a surprised gasp out of him. Will’s face explodes in a deep crimson and he squeezes his eyes shut.

“Don’t—don’t do what?” he asks, stuttering, and tries to hide the tremble in his voice. His chest is burning up as well as the deeper parts of his gut, and he attempts to ignore the low heat pooling there.

“Don’t bite your pretty lips.” Mike slides his palms forwards across Will’s stomach as he says it, earning himself a soft haa in response. He smirks and does it again, making Will instinctively press his mouth shut again. “Lips,” Mike reminds him firmly, and Will lets his mouth drop open as he lifts his head a bit.

“Sorry,” he breathes ragged, blowing out hot air as Mike repeats the addictive motions over his lower stomach.

“No apologising,” Mike coos, the smile in his voice audible, and slides his hands higher and higher until they graze over Will’s ribs right below his chest.

Will gasps quietly and feels his knees give out, making him wobble backwards. His back hits Mike’s chest softly and he steadies himself against him, drinking in the heat from Mike at both his front and back.

Mike chuckles lightly in his ear, leaning towards it, and Will can feel his grin in his voice. “Hey,” he whispers as he lets his flat palms float over Will’s chest, his shirt riding up in the process. The cool air against his stomach is a stark contrast to the heat of Mike’s hands, and it drives Will nuts.

He gasps as Mike’s thumbs brush over his nipples and his head falls backwards, hitting Mike’s collarbone as his mouth hangs open.

“Wh—what are you doing?” Will pants, already out of breath, and puffs his chest out into Mike’s touch.

“Nothing,” Mike speaks sweetly, his cocky smirk clearly audible, and he presses himself against Will, pushing him forwards until Will’s hips are right against his desk.

Will lets out a whine, because now he is not just truly sandwiched between Mike and his desk anymore, nono.

His embarrassingly hard dick is also pressed right at the edge of the table. At the perfect height, actually, and it makes him breathe out a string of curses as it rubs against the wood.

“You were adorable in the car today,” Mike murmurs, his lips grazing Will’s earlobe as he speaks. Will bites his lower lip and resists the urge to buck his hips onto the hard surface in front of him.

“W—what, why?” Will pants through his lips, gripping onto the edge of the desk for dear life.

“Trying to hide how turned on you get just because of how I sit?” he whispers and pinches Will’s nipples, making him yelp in surprise. “I told you to stop biting your lips,” he reminds him firmly, biting softly into Will’s lobe after.

Will whines in return and presses his eyes shut further, breathing a quiet, “sorry,” into the air above him.

Mike continues to nibble on his earlobe for a few seconds before pulling away and placing a soft kiss against it. “Remember, no apologising,” he hums, softly ghosting his palms all over Will’s torso again.

Will huffs and exhales hot air as he drinks in the feeling of Mike’s hands on him, his mind completely blank other than the sentence Mike spoke a second ago, which slowly registers in his head.

“Wait, what?” he says, his eyes shooting open, trying to turn in Mike’s grasp yet again.

He feels Mike’s big hands rest flat on his chest as he pulls Will flush against him while also pressing him further into the desk, keeping him from turning around.

“It’s really hot, you know?” Mike simply starts, grinning against Will. “How you get all shy and red in the face because I spread my legs?” he teases, lowering his face to ghost his mouth over Will’s neck.

It makes Will’s breath hitch in his throat as his hips instinctively buck against the table, drawing a quiet whine out of him. Will can’t think of anything to say, so he falls silent and concentrates on the sensation as Mike’s hands begin to roam his upper body again.

Mike chuckles before softly pressing his lips to Will, right against his sensitive neck, and Will can’t help but let out an embarrassingly loud moan at the touch.

“Do you like that?” Mike whispers softly, grinning, and does it again. Then again and again, roaming Will’s skin with his mouth and peppering his neck in soft kisses.

Will blushes a deep shade of red and nods, pressing himself further into Mike to chase the sensation.

Much to his displeasure, Mike pulls away, bringing his mouth back up to Will’s ear to breathe out a low, intoxicating, “use your words, pretty boy.”

Will’s eyes roll into the back of his head, so he closes them again, mind turning into jelly at the petname. “Yes,” he whispers, nodding, gripping harder onto the edge of the table.

“Yes, what?” Mike teases, because he’s a cocky bastard and he knows Will loves it.

Will can’t help but to whimper at Mike’s words, squirming against him, seeking more contact.

“Come on, I know you can say it,” whispers Mike before kissing the area right behind Will’s ear, nibbling it lovingly.

Will moans and feels more blood rush south, his dick already painfully hard as it presses against the table. “I like it, yes,” he finally breathes, pressing back against Mike. “I like it.”

Mike grins against Will’s skin, moving his mouth to press it directly to his ear. “If you feel uncomfortable at any point, please tell me stop and I’ll stop immediately, okay?” he speaks in an incredibly sweet tone, sincere and concerned, while dragging his hands back down to Will’s waist to grab him there.

Will answers with a quick nod, the heat in his gut growing tighter as he pants through his open mouth.

“Words,” Mike reminds him firmly, kissing Will’s ear.

“Yes,” Will responds immediately, a pleasant shiver running down his spine at Mike’s firmness.

“Promise?” Mike asks, rubbing circles into Will’s hips, which earns him a hum of acknowledgement. “Will, words.”

Will whimpers again, and he almost sounds like he’s about to cry from desperation. “Promise, Mike,” he whines like the poor, impatient little thing he is. Has always been, for Mike at least.

Humming in satisfaction, Mike places one last kiss to the skin behind Will’s ear before he leans back and removes his hands from under Will’s shirt. He steps a tiny step back to create the littlest of distance between them, places a flat palm right in between Will’s shoulder blades and harshly presses him down, effectively bending him over the table. It knocks the wind clean out of Will, his arms uselessly landing next to his head. And if that wasn’t already sexy and attractive enough of Mike, the next thing Will feels makes him want to die. Positively, of course.

Mike, always very direct and forward with his words, decides to put the same energy into his actions.

He places his free hand on Will’s hip, holds him in place and presses his crotch right against Will’s ass.

Mike is rock-hard.

“You feel that?” Mike grunts, pushing his hips tighter against Will’s. “It turns me on so much, knowing what effect I have on you.”

That sentence alone makes Will moan into the wooden surface, and he can’t help but to press back against Mike. Mike, in return, runs his flat palm down Will’s back until he reaches the hem of his shirt, slips his hand underneath and slides is back up, dragging the shirt along with it.

A pleased sound escapes Will and his eyes flutter shut, only to shoot open a second later, because Mike decides this is a good time to grind the tightness in his jeans right against Will’s ass.

“Fuck, Will,” he groans, pressing Will further into the table, slowly and deliberately continuing to grind his hard cock against him.

It makes Will go fucking insane.

He is not being touched, not being kissed, and still, he is as hard as a rock. Mike, using him to get off? That’s probably the hottest thing that has ever happened to him. Wait, scratch that, it’s definitely the hottest thing that’s ever happened to him.

Will is sure he could come just from being used by Mike like this.

It doesn’t help that is own dick keeps rubbing against the edge of the table whenever Mike bucks his hips against him, creating a sort of friction that’s not quite enough but still manages to make his eyes roll into the back of his head.

Will’s mind feels like a thick cloud of cotton candy, his gut like a pool of hot, bubbling lava, and his chest like a pressure hammer gone rogue. He has no idea how this situation came to be, and quite frankly, he couldn’t care less about it right now, even if he wanted to. All he can concentrate on is Mike’s hard cock against his ass, Mike’s hot breaths, and Mike’s hands on his body. Mike is the cloud in his head, the lava in his gut, the reason for the pounding in his chest.

His mind sings a pretty song.

Mike, Mike, Mike.

God, Will is pathetic.

But who wouldn’t be? Who would act perfectly normal if their best friend of over a decade, the person they’ve been in love with for years, suddenly bends them over a table and uses them to get off?

Yeah, right, thought so. You wouldn’t be normal about it either.

Will surprises himself with an especially loud moan as Mike grinds into him particularly hard, causing Will’s dick to graze the edge of the table with more force. His left hand flies up to cover his mouth on instinct, biting his thumb to suppress any further, desperate noises from escaping him.

He yelps as his left arm is yanked back and pinned to his back, grip tight on his wrist as Mike uses it to pin him to the desk with more force. “Keep your fucking mouth open,” Mike spits down at him, gripping onto him tighter and pressing himself harder against him. Mike sounds angry with Will.

It turns Will on so, so much.

And because Will loves Mike a lot, he does as he’s told. He lets his mouth hang open, lets all the embarrassing noises escape him, lets Mike hear just how fucking pathetic he is while he’s being used like this.

“Fuck, this is not enough,” Mike grunts eventually and steps back, making Will whine at the loss of contact. He unbuttons his tight jeans and pulls the zipper down, letting his jeans drop just enough to expose the bulge in his boxers. “Take your pants off,” he commands, and Will does as he’s told as best as he can.

He steps out of his sweatpants when they hit the ground and Mike pushes him down against the table again a second later, pressing his hard cock back against Will’s ass. The only things separating them from skin-to-skin contact now are their boxers, and god it feels so much better this way already. Without Will’s rather thick sweatpants and Mike’s tight jeans in the way, the friction is much more intense.

It also brings the great advantage that Will can actively feel the outline of Mike’s cock against him. The feeling alone makes him moan.

Mike’s hand on Will back slides up over his neck and into his hair before he grabs a fist full of strands and pushes Will’s face harder against the table. He drags his cock painfully slow and hard over the clothed cleft of Will’s ass, groaning lowly and mumbling a curse under his breath. The pressure Mike uses to grind himself against Will makes him see stars and the hand in his hair makes him want to give himself to Mike entirely.

Now that his thick sweatpants are lying forgotten on the floor, the way his dick grinds on the edge of the table is much more intense. It causes him to let out a broken moan before a wave of heat spreads over his cheeks and the back of his neck.

“That feel good?” Mike grunts, the grin audible in the way he speaks. He sounds out of breath and dazed, seems to be drunk off the fact that Will loves being used by him. Will feels Mike’s hand slide from his hip over his ass to where Mike’s cock presses against him. The intoxicating warmth of his palm disappears, and Will can only whine at the tiny loss of sensation. A gasp out of his own throat along with a roll of his eyes suddenly interrupts him as he feels Mike drag his cock over him harder, seeming to be using his hand to press himself down harder against the space between Will’s ass cheeks.

Will quickly nods at the increased pressure to answer Mike’s question.

“Will,” Mike starts, his tone a warning, “wo—“

“It feels good,” Will cuts in quickly, having realised his mistake before Mike can properly remind him. “It feels so good, Mike—” His voice breaks at the end of his sentence as a high pitched moan rips out of his throat, caused by Mike slamming his hips against Will, making Will’s dick bump against the table in a painful yet exhilarating way. “More, Mike, please,” he whines as he squeezes his eyes shut and tries to resist the urge to bite down on his hand from the intense stimulation.

“Do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

Will’s eyes open the tiniest bit as he tries to peek back at Mike, but with his head still locked in place by the hand in his hair, he fails miserably. “What?” he asks, confusion laced throughout his words, before his dick gets pressed against the wood again and he moans.

“Answer,” Mike commands, voice firm and demanding. Will shakes his head as best as he can while blushing, refusing to answer Mike’s question. A slow, teasing smirk makes its way across Mike’s lips, and he slows and softens his grinding.

“Does you shaking your head mean no?” he asks quiet and cocky while tilting his head to the side as he watches his clothed cock slide over Will’s ass.

“What? No! No—no, that’s not what I meant,” Will protests, trying to push his hips back against Mike to create more friction again.

Mike hums slowly, his grin growing wider. “You’re getting unusually defensive,” Mike speaks, a sudden softness washing over his tone as he trails off slowly. “So.. you do? Think about me when you touch yourself?” he teases like the little bastard he is, biting his lower lip as he stares at the way their hips move against each other.

“That’s—that’s not what I said,” Will argues, whining under his breath.

Mike only hums quietly, loosening his grip on Will’s hair and begins to play with a strand instead. “You’re not being very good right now, Will,” he says in a mocking tone which makes Will whimper and shake his ass right against Mike’s cock.

It flips a switch in Mike.

His eyes turn dark and cloudy again as he tightens the grasp he has on Will’s hair. He tugs on it to lift Will’s head off the table, bends down and presses his lips right to Will’s ear. “Answer me,” he demands, hands tight on Will.

The sudden change in Mike makes Will’s eyes roll into the back of his head, and he gasps, unable to form a coherent word—let alone an entire sentence.

Mike removes his hips from Will’s ass at the lack of a response, instantly making Will whimper.

“Mike, come back—“

“Do you, or do you not, Will, think about me when you come?” Mike says, voice calm and collected, but Will can tell Mike is frustrated with him. More sexually than anything else, Will knows that, but it makes him tremble in a way that seems like he’s just been injected with truth serum. Which, to his demise, his very embarrassing.

“Yes,” he blurts out, way too loud and way too eager to share this incredibly sensitive detail with Mike. “It’s—you’re always on my mind when I do it—“ Will’s face goes crimson as he says it, slightly stumbling over his words.

He feels Mike’s lips on his ear purse into a satisfied smirk before he breathes a hot, “good boy,” into it. Mike straightens himself, loosens his grip on Will’s hair and ruffles through it once before letting it join his other palm on his hips. He presses his cock back against Will’s clothed ass harshly, drawing a groan out of himself and a surprised moan out of Will.

He starts rocking his hips into him in a steady rhythm, knowing fully well how Will’s dick keeps pressing against the edge of the wooden desk because of it.

Will moans against the table, moving his hips in a way that tries to draw more friction out of their movements, desperate to feel more. It makes him whimper helplessly, and he hears Mike chuckle behind him.

“Go on, touch yourself,” he allows, voice soft and sweet, “you’ve been so good.”

Will doesn’t need to be told twice.

His right hand flies down towards his middle, palm pressing against the bulge in his boxers as he begins to palm himself. A relieved, high-pitched moan escapes him as he grips at his dick through the fabric, rubbing over the tip with much-needed pressure as he tries to chase the sensation forming in his gut as a tight knot.

Mike has the audacity to laugh at Will’s desperation, grunting a hot, “you’re so fucking pathetic,” as he presses his thumbs into the skin at Will’s hips harder.

“Mike, I—I can’t—I’m—“ Will whines as if in heat, hips beginning to stutter as he frantically touches himself. His eyes squeeze shut and his free hand tries to pathetically grip onto the table, jaw going slack as he feels the knot in his gut grow tighter and tighter. His moans become inconsistent and he breathes out hot puffs of air, his eyes about to roll into the back of his head once more.

“Hand off,” Mike orders suddenly, abruptly stopping his grinding movements and grins wide as Will follows his command without his brain being able to process what he’s doing. “So obedient,” he praises warmly, loosening his grip on Will’s hips and drives flat palms over his lower back, up his spine towards his shoulders. Will’s breath shudders at the sudden, soft touch, and he exhales shakily.

“Mike, please, what—“

“Do you wanna sit between them?” Mike interrupts him, voice glazed with honey as he speaks. He keeps his cock tight against Will’s ass as he leans forwards, kissing from Will’s shoulder blade to his neck until he reaches the space behind Will’s ear. Will whimpers impatiently at the gesture, trying to wriggle his hips against Mike’s.

“My legs, when I spread them?” Mike continues seductively into Will’s ear, grinning as he whispers, and it makes Will nearly lose it.

Before he can even process what he’s doing, he’s already frantically nodding, mumbling a desperate string of ‘yesses’ and ‘pleases’.

Mike answers with a nasal hum, pulls himself away from Will and steps back. He grabs the fabric of Will’s shirt between his shoulder blades and swiftly pulls him up to turn him around in one skillful motion. His hands reach down to grab the hem of Will’s shirt before he pulls it up and over his head, leaving him standing there in only his boxers.

Mike smiles sweetly as he lets his gaze roam over Will’s bare chest. “So pretty,” he says quietly, and rests his hands at Will’s waist as he pulls him close.

Will startles and grabs at Mike’s shoulders to steady himself as Mike moves him, breath getting stuck in his throat. He looks up at Mike with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, studying the suddenly sweet expression on his face as he looks down at him.

They hold eye contact for what feels like eternity before Mike leans in, stopping just before their lips graze.

“Can I kiss you?”

The words make Will melt into a puddle of tender, warm and fuzzy clouds as he softly nods his head, whispering a quiet, “please,” into the narrow space between them.

Mike nods to acknowledge Will’s answer before closing the distance between them, pressing his lips to Will’s, pulling him closer by the waist.

Will becomes putty in Mike’s hold, melting into his touch as he sighs against him in content. Mike continues to kiss him slowly, sweet like honey, intoxicating Will’s mind further without even doing anything other than kissing him. It makes Will grow impatient and he whines, wanting more, so he starts kissing Mike harder and needier. Mike grins against his mouth and mirrors Will’s movements.

With a string of saliva connecting their lips, Will breaks the kiss and lets his forehead drop against Mike’s collarbone, gazes trained on the space between them he creates when he moves back a tiny step. His eyes lock on the outline of Mike’s cock in his boxers, and it’s the best thing Will has ever seen. Mike, tight against the fabric, barely freed as his jeans are only unbuttoned with the zipper pulled down.

As if in a daze, Will brings his right hand down and places it over Mike’s bulge, his mouth dropping open as he feels just how hard Mike is. For him. Because of him. He starts palming at Mike through his boxers, drawing a muffled groan out of him as he presses his lips shut. Mike lets his head drop back as he chuckles lowly.

“So desperate for me?”

Will nods against Mike’s collarbone, breathing heavy just from touching Mike. It makes Mike chuckle again.

“Want to touch me so bad, don’t you? Can’t wait to see and feel me?” he teases, pressing his hips forwards against the hand at his crotch, making Will gasp and nod eagerly.

“Can’t wait to suck me off, huh?”

“Yeah,” Will finally breathes, using his words to accentuate his neediness. He lifts his head and looks at Mike, waiting for him to lower his gaze onto him.

When Mike does, he grins immediately, because Will already looks so wrecked. His eyes are hazy, his lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed a deep red and his mind seems to be completely empty. Bare other than Mike being in there, rewiring Will’s brain in a way that makes it impossible for him to think clearly.

Will absolutely fucking loves it.

What he also loves is how Mike grabs him and pulls him towards the bed, sitting down on it and looking up at Will with a smug smirk across his lips. Will drops to his knees without further instructions, crawls between Mike’s legs and sits back onto his heels, looking up at Mike.

Mike rests a palm on Will’s cheek, brushes his thumb across the skin there and whispers a sweet, “so good for me,” to him. The constant switch between sweet and dominant turns Will’s mind to jelly and he leans into the touch, his hands coming up to grab at Mike’s jeans. Mike grins, “eager?” and lifts his hips.

Will nods quickly and pulls his pants down, slides them off his ankles and throws them across the room.

Mike chuckles, and without the confinement of his tight jeans, he spreads his legs wider, causing Will to scoot closer. The thumb on Will’s cheek continues to caress him softly as he stares at the tight bulge at Mike’s crotch.

“Go ahead,” Mike speaks, grabbing Will’s jaw and pulling his face closer to his middle. “I know you want it.”

Will’s eyes widen at the sudden decrease of space between his face and Mike’s cock, causing him to blush deeply. He wets his lips with his tongue and keeps it out, leaning in to press it against the wet patch of fabric at Mike’s boxers. Mike hums in satisfaction as Will drags his tongue across Mike’s clothed erection, and he watches Will close his eyes.

His hands come up to grab onto Mike’s thighs when he starts to kiss at his tip through the boxers. He continues these motions before Mike groans and tightens his grip on Will’s jaw.

“Get a move on,” he grunts through grit teeth as he jerks his hips against Will’s face.

Will whines at the movement, nods eagerly and slides his hands from Mike’s thighs up until he can hook his thumbs into the elastic of Mike’s boxers. He looks up at Mike and pulls his boxers down when he gives him an approving nod, grinning down at him. Mike’s cock springs free and slaps against his lower abdomen, causing Will to immediately stop undressing Mike as he stares at whatever the fuck just came out of Mike’s boxers.

Mike is rock-hard, leaking, and even bigger than it looked like through his boxers. Not crazy big, but definitely bigger than average, and it makes Will’s mouth water in anticipation and his own dick twitch in interest. A pull at his jaw snaps him out of his thoughts, and suddenly he’s looking up at Mike who grins down at him.

“It feels even better than it looks.”

Those are the words that do it for Will. He can’t contain the moan erupting out of his throat, and then he finds himself nodding without even knowing that he’s doing it. He pulls Mike’s boxers the rest of the way down and throws them away carelessly, his hand hesitantly reaching forwards to grip around the base of Mike’s cock.

Will can feel him pulse and twitch at his touch. Mike is right, it does feel way better than it looks.

Will wonders if Mike might have meant another kind of touch, though.

That thought makes a shiver shoot down into his gut.

He forms a fist around Mike and drags it up slowly, testing the waters, feeling what Mike feels like under his palm. His thumb reaches up to rub at his tip, smearing the pre-cum around, and he licks his lips at the sight. Will can hear Mike groan at the sensation which boosts his confidence, causing him to drag his fist back down the length of Mike’s cock. He repeats those motions, going a little faster each time, and he sneaks a glance at Mike to see his lips parted and his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

They make eye contact and Mike smirks at him before he snaps his hips up to thrust into Will’s hand once, groaning loudly, all while staring at Will. His eyes widen at Mike’s action and he stops, surprised, and incredibly turned on.

“Fuck,” Will mumbles quietly and trains his gaze back down, leans forwards and pressed a closed-mouth kiss to the slit in Mike’s tip. Mike gasps quietly at the sudden touch, watching as Will’s tongue darts out from between his lips before he presses it to the underside of the tip.

The hand on his jaw moves back, over his ear until it lands in his hair. Mike grabs a fist full of strands and tugs at hit, urging Will to look up at him again. Will lifts his eyes to meet Mike’s right as he slides his tongue down the entire length of Mike’s cock.

The sight is holy for both of them.

Unholy, when you think about it, because Mike’s best friend sits between his legs, cock in hand, tongue tasting Mike in a way both of them thought would never actually happen. Both Mike and Will are blissed-out, aroused to the max, and desperate in their own way.

Mike mouths a silent, “fuck,” at the view in front of him, and it makes the corner of Will’s mouth curl up slightly. His tongue drags back up Mike’s cock and without breaking eye contact, he wraps his lips around the tip, swirling his tongue across the slit.

Mike grins and tightens his grip in Will’s hair. “You think you have the upper hand now, huh?” he says as he places his free hand onto the mattress behind him, puts his weight on it and leans back.

Will wants to smirk but gets interrupted as Mike presses his head down slightly, driving his cock deeper into Will’s mouth. Not much—just enough to remind him that he has no power here, that Mike is the one controlling both of them.

Since Mike didn’t push him down a whole lot, it’s no problem for Will. However, he pulls off anyway, and before Mike can complain about the sudden loss of satisfaction, Will collects the saliva in his mouth, spits it onto Mike’s cock and distributes it with the hand around Mike’s shaft. He then sinks back onto it, taking more of it into his mouth than before, earning himself a deep groan out of Mike’s chest. Will closes his eyes and starts to bob his head, dropping lower and lower each time and jerks the part of Mike’s cock he can’t take with his hand. He quickly finds a steady rhythm that works well for him, holding onto Mike’s thigh for support as he sucks him off.

Mike’s grip in Will’s hair tightens, and he pushes to urge Will to take more of him despite knowing that Will can’t. He grins to himself as he grunts and groans.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this,” he praises, tilting his head to watch Will take him. “If I’d have known that before, I would’ve done this way earlier.”

Will’s stomach flips in excitement, hearing how Mike seems to have thought about this before. It spurs him on even more, making him tighten his lips around Mike’s cock as he takes him as low as he can.

Too into the moment, Mike jerks into Will’s throat with a quiet moan, causing Will to gag as he pulls back the tiniest bit. “Fuck, sorry,” Mike groans and tries to pull Will off by his hair, but Will resists and opens his eyes.

It is then that Mike notices how teary-eyed Will is, pupils blown and spit pooling out at the corners of his mouth.

Will looks up at Mike through long, wet lashes and shakes his head. He drops his hand from Mike's cock to his other thigh and squeezes at them, urging him to do it again. He can take it if he knows it’s going to happen.

“Oh my god,” Mike speaks, leans forwards a bit to place his other hand in Will’s hair as well and holds him in place. He can see how Will hollows out his cheeks and opens his throat as best as he can before Mike begins to jerk up into him, effectively fucking his throat.

Will tries to hold eye contact but soon feels his eyes roll into the back of his head, his jaw going slack and his grip on Mike’s thighs tightening as he lets his throat be abused over and over again. An electric shook of pleasure shoots through him, causing him to moan, sending the vibrations directly into Mike’s cock.

Mike wants to feel more, needs to feel more—wants Will to need more. He is insatiable and he knows it—he won’t stop taking what he wants because he’s greedy, and he will make Will obey as long as he lets Mike.

Mike feels the urge to take, to push Will more. So that’s exactly what he does.

He pauses his thrusting for a second and adjusts his hips in a way that makes Will tilt his head up a little higher, stretching his neck. He removes his right hand from Will’s hair, guiding it to his throat instead—and grabs it in an upside down hold. Mike twists his wrist to do so, placing the heel of his palm under Will’s jaw as his fingers wrap around the sides of his neck.

Then, he squeezes.

Mike can feel himself inside of Will through his grip.

“Fuck.”

He pushes his hips forwards and feels Will stretch around him—his throat moves under Mike’s choke hold, making both of them feel the way Will’s throat bulges as Mike presses into him. He begins to grin widely, catching Will’s eyes right as he opens them. He looks up at him with barely any thoughts in his mind—he’s not really sure what’s happening, but he absolutely fucking loves it.

Mike can tell.

He starts to thrust into Will’s mouth again, the new form of tightness sending entirely new waves of pleasure through him. It causes him to thrust deeper, making Will’s nose poke Mike’s pubic bone occasionally—the sight drives Mike absolutely crazy. That, and the way there are tears rolling down Will’s soft, pink cheeks.

“Fuck—close,” Mike moans, pulling Will’s head closer to fuck deeper into him. Will takes it, has no other option than taking it—not that he wants Mike to stop, anyway—and moans steadily around Mike’s cock, making Mike lose his mind.

“Don’t swallow,” Mike just commands, breath heavy and hot. Will looks up at him with wet eyes, dark and wanting, driving Mike over the edge right then and there.

He snaps his hips up into Will’s throat harshly, spilling deep into him, forcing Will to still swallow at least part of his cum. He releases the rest into Will’s mouth, eyes locked on Will’s face as he does, biting onto his lower lip and tightening the grip he has on Will’s hair.

Will keeps Mike’s cock in his mouth, swirling his tongue around him as he sucks him dry, before he starts to pull off. He keeps his lips tight on Mike the entire way up as to not lose any of Mike’s load, then sits back and looks up at him. Mike studies him, out of breath, and lets his gaze lock onto the wetness in Will’s boxers. He starts grinning widely and tilts his head, his eyes finding Will’s again.

“Did you come just from sucking me off?” His tone is teasing, mocking Will. “Cute,” Mike says as he moves his leg, lifting his foot off the ground slowly and manoeuvring it to hover over Will’s crotch. He smirks to himself before pressing down on it, making Will gasp with a closed mouth and grab onto his leg.

“That’s really pathetic, you know?” he questions, pressing down harder, causing Will to squeeze his eyes shut in overstimulation. It makes Mike’s cock twitch again.

Mike removes his foot from Will and scoots back on the bed some and pats his thighs. “Up here.”

Will slowly lifts himself onto his feet, Mike’s cum slowly pooling out of the corners of his mouth while also running down the inside of his throat. He lifts one knee and places it besides Mike’s hips, grabs onto Mike’s shoulders and pulls his other leg up to rest it on the opposite side. He lowers himself onto Mike’s lap, his eye level now higher than Mike’s, therefore looking down at him. Hands find Will’s waist and Mike pulls him closer, bare chest against his clothed one, before he grins at him.

“Kiss me.”

Will’s eyes widen at his words and he furrows his eyebrows together, then starts to shake his head.

Mike’s smirk disappears, being replaced by an irritated frown. He rolls his eyes and harshly grabs onto Will’s neck, pulls him closer and presses their lips together. Will tries his best to keep his lips shut, but when Mike bites onto his lower lip and makes is mouth fall open, he can’t contain the pained gasp escaping him. Mike’s tongue immediately finds its way into his mouth as he presses Will closer to himself by his neck.

After a second or two, Will begins to kiss back—it’s wet, filthy, and undeniably disgusting. Their spit mixes with Mike’s cum as they make out, tongues swirling in a heated dance, forcing them to occasionally swallow the nasty mixture they’re creating.

Mike pulls away after a while, licking over Will’s lips as well as his own to not let anything go to waste. He grins, satisfied, before feeling Will move uncomfortably in his lap. He feels something drag against him, so he looks down, and is met with the sight of Will’s clothed dick, hard again, grinding against Mike’s own returning erection. His eyes shoot back up to look at Will who looks away in embarrassment, making Mike chuckle.

“You are a fucking disgusting, little slut, aren’t you?” he teases, the hand on Will’s waist sliding backwards and lower until it rests on Will’s ass cheek. He grips it harshly and pulls him more towards him, making their cocks press firmly against each other.

Will moans quietly and nods without even meaning to, immediately blushing when he realises how he answered Mike.

Mike lets out an amused laugh and uses the palm on Will’s ass to move him back and forth, dragging their dicks over each other. The feeling and sight of Mike’s bare cock against his clothed one makes Will’s mind fuzzy, and he lets out a broken moan. Mike leans forwards and starts pressing tiny kisses all over Will’s neck, and Will gives him more space as he tilts his head to the side. Mike hums against him in approval, moving up until his lips are right by Will’s ear.

“I really wanna fuck you,” he whispers, low and seductively. “Would you like that?”

The words tighten the revived knot in Will’s gut and he nods eagerly, rocking his hips forth on his own. “Please,” he whispers, closing his eyes and whines into the quiet air around him.

“I bet I could ride your boxers up your thighs,” he starts, moving his hands to Will’s thighs and slides up them, doing exactly as he says, “pull them to the side...” He trails off, his fingers tracing the curve of his hips as they reach back towards Will’s butt. He hooks a finger under the fabric at the cleft of Will’s ass, smirks and pulls it to the side harshly. Mike kisses Will’s ear and teasingly breathes hot air into it, making Will arch his back slightly. “And just fuck you without even taking them off,” he finishes, his finger ghosting over Will’s hole, making him gasp loudly.

“Fuck,” whispers Will, arching his back further to press against Mike’s finger.

Mike grins as if Will’s motion begs him to do exactly as he says. “Yeah?” he breathes, softly biting into the skin just under Will’s ear.

Will moans and throws his head back in pleasure, his mouth falling open to whine a needy, “uh huh.”

Suddenly, Will feels three fingers on his tongue right before his lower jaw is grabbed, his head being yanked down to make his eyes lock onto Mike.

“Suck,” Mike orders as he pushes the fingers deeper into Will’s mouth, giving him no chance other than to obey. Will grips harder onto Mike’s shoulders and starts to swirl his tongue around the digits, coating them in his spit. He keeps intense eye contact with Mike as he does it, and decides that, for whatever reason, he has some power in this situation again.

Will starts to bob his head on Mike’s fingers, taking them so deep until his knuckles get in the way. He continues to move his tongue around the fingers, stares Mike deep in the eyes and slides his hands down his shoulders. Much to his advantage, Mike is wearing a loose button-up, meaning he can easily unbutton his top—‘top’ in more ways than one. He works his way down, painfully slow, as he sucks on Mike’s fingers and rocks his hips forwards at the same time. Mike stares at him wide-eyed, mouth slightly open, hot breath hitting Will’s face.

“You fucking—“ Mike starts, lifting his unoccupied hand to grip Will’s throat, tight.

Will can’t contain the loud moan that rips out of his chest, reverberating through the bones in Mike’s fingers. He freezes. Will just found out something new about himself.

He didn’t know he likes being choked.

Mike learns something as well.

He didn’t think he’d enjoy choking Will.

But here they are, and suddenly Mike forgets what he wanted to say in the first place. He curls his fingers tighter around Will, making his eyes roll into the back of his head. He slips his wet fingers out of Will’s mouth and moves them behind Will as he leans forwards, his mouth pressed to Will’s ear. He speaks low, breathy, and very, very slow, to make sure Will hears every single letter of the word he tells him.

“Whore.”

A breathless whine escapes Will as he feels a wet sensation at his hole. The intensity of the situation makes him nearly lose his mind—there is not a single thought in his head, there only exists a thick cloud of ‘please fuck me, Mike’. He arches his back as Mike presses a finger against the ring of muscles, slowly increasing the pressure until it gives and his finger breaches into the tight walls inside of him. Will’s fingers curl into the fabric of Mike’s button-up still in his hold at the weird feeling, and it’s uncomfortable at first.

Will doesn’t know that Mike’s eyes are trained on his face, studying him, searching for any signs telling him he needs to stop. Will’s face relaxes after a few seconds, and Mike slowly pushes deeper, testing to see if it’s okay to do. When Will hums deep in his chest, Mike grins, and starts to move his finger in and out in a steady rhythm. He loosens his grip on Will’s throat a smidge to give him a chance to breathe properly, and Will gladly takes it. He sucks in air sharply, takes his bottom lip between his teeth and drags out an ‘f’ sound before finally letting it go.

“Fuck,” he curses and nods his head, signalling to Mike that he’s okay and that it’s good. Mike smirks and presses another spit-slicked digit to the bundle of muscles, pushing against it until it slips in to join his other finger inside of Will. At that, Will pulls a face and hisses quietly, to which Mike responds with stopping his movements.

Yes, he is very horny, desperate and commanding, but his top priority is Will’s well-being and seeing him comfortable. Mike loosens the hand around his throat entirely and softly rests it at the side of his neck, thumb brushing over his adam’s apple as Will swallows thickly.

He starts pressing light kisses along Will’s jaw. One right on his temple, “you’re doing so good,” another one right in front of his ear, “for me.” He moves his lips towards Will’s cheek and feels him relax at the touch, the muscles around his fingers unclenching slowly.

Will lets out a shaky breath, gives himself a second and then breathes a quiet, “okay.”

Mike kisses the corner of Will’s mouth before pulling back to watch his face again as he begins to pull out his fingers, then moving them back in deeper just before they can slip out of Will. He hears Will’s breath hitch and his face contort quickly before he opens his eyes, looking at Mike with cloudy vision.

“It’s—okay,” he stutters, breathing hot as Mike begins to spread his fingers inside of him. “That’s—good,” he continues, making Mike smile warmly at him. Mike’s hand at the side of Will’s neck slides down his chest until it reaches his waist, gently holding him, drawing tender shapes into his skin.

“There you go,” whispers Mike, pressing a quick kiss to Will’s cheek as he continues to scissor him open. “Just a bit more,” he assures, leaning back to look at him.

“Would you like to kiss, sweetheart?”

Will melts.

“Please,” he breathes, his palms losing the fabric between his fingers as his hands automatically raise themselves to cup Mike’s cheeks. Will leans forwards, and Mike meets him halfway, closing the distance between them.

Their eyes flutter shut as they start open-mouthed and sloppy, but so perfect. The kiss does great wonders at distracting Will, meaning Mike can spread his fingers further to add a third one with Will barely noticing. He only notices the change as Mike presses the digits deeper, making Will hiss sharply, and Mike shushes him against his lips. He whispers sweet nothings into their kisses, making Will swallow each and every syllable he speaks.

Will’s noises of discomfort soon turn hot and breathy as he begins to whine and moan. It makes Mike smile against his lips, causing him to move his fingers in a steadier in and out motion as he spreads him open further.

Soon, Will seems to forget how to kiss back as he turns into a whimpering mess, rocking his hips back and forth. The combination of rutting against Mike’s hard cock and driving Mike’s long fingers deeper into himself makes him go insane, and he can only moan hot air against his lips as his forehead falls against Mike’s. The digits inside of him keep moving steadily, the angle changing slightly with every thrust of his fingers, as if searching for something.

“M—more,” he breathes, “Mike—please—“

“More what, baby?”

And, you see, that’s just unfair. Because now Will can’t remember what he’s even begging for, not when Mike decides to cheat and call him that. He can only manage to stare at Mike, dazed and hazy, mouth open as pleasured noises erupt out of him.

“Use your words, talk to me,” Mike speaks sweetly, something between a smile and a smirk decorating his pretty lips. It turns Will to mush.

“More—need—need you, please,” he forces out, crying out and throwing his head back harshly as Mike presses against a certain spot inside of him. He arches his back as much as it goes, eyes squeezed shut, as he lets out a loud, “fuck!”

“Found it,” Mike grins, retracting his fingers, only to push them against the same spot a second later.

Will curses again, his hands flying to the back of Mike’s head and gripping onto his hair tightly, tugging at it in the process—making Mike groan deeply. Somewhere between the intense pleasure shooting through his body, Will makes a mental note of that.

Mike hums and repeats the motion again, chuckling a low, “this good enough?” into Will’s ear.

Will won’t even attempt to reply in a proper, coherent sentence—sure that if he did, his brain would suffer from something close to a stroke and he’d just die at the intensity of everything.

He shakes his head violently, trying to pull his hips away from Mike’s fingers. “No—no—Mike, don’t—“

“No? Not enough?” Mike says in mock offence, pouting slightly. “Well, I guess I gotta give you more, then.” Before Will can protest, he feels the hand on his waist slide lower before pulling his boxers down a bit—just enough for Mike to take Will’s dick out.

Will gasps loudly and his body spasms, the sudden touch making it too much for him. Mike wraps a tight fist around him and begins to jerk him in a different rhythm to how he’s fingering Will, giving him no chance at concentrating on anything.

Will doesn’t know which way to jerk his hips, because everywhere is too much, everything is too stimulating. He’s sensitive because he already came and now Mike is not stopping, attempting to drive him over the edge once more even though Will is sure he would pass out if he comes again.

His firm grasp in Mike’s hair loosens and he grips onto both of Mike’s wrist, one in front and one behind him, and tries to push him away. “Mike, please—no, don’t—”

Mike suddenly stops his movements, but keeps his hands exactly where they are.

“Hands off,” he says, sharp and demanding, and it makes something in Will’s chest twist. Not negatively, however.

It makes the fire in his heart burn up, Mike’s dominance fanning the flame, while his sweet and soft side cradles the fire with the utmost care. The constant switching drives Will nuts, in a good way, and he lets go of Mike before realising he’s doing it.

“Good. Now,” Mike starts, “you’re gonna let me keep going. You’re going to let me do what I want with you, and I don’t care how many times you tell me no. Tell me ‘stop’ and I will, but other than that,” he speaks as he gives Will’s dick a sharp tug, making him moan out, “I will not stop. Are we clear?”

Will’s dick twitches hard at the words, and he knows that Mike can feel it. He nods slowly, hands hovering uselessly in the air.

“I need words, Will. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” he breathes quickly, trying to keep his hips from jerking from the leftover stimulation which the presence of Mike’s hands provide.

“Now, because I need to make sure you actually want this,” Mike starts up again, and his expression changes into something sweet and tender again. “Do you want me to stop?”

Will swallows thickly. “No,” he says, quiet.

“Do you want me to continue having my way with you?”

“Please,” Will whispers.

“Yes or no, Will.”

“Please, yes,” he whimpers, causing Mike to smile warmly.

“Good. Hold onto my shoulders, baby,” he instructs, and Will does as Mike says without having to be told twice. “And, remember, tell me ‘stop’ and I will, okay?”

“Yeah,” Will breathes while nodding, gripping onto the fabric on Mike’s shoulders to brace himself for what’s about to be done to him.

Just as Mike begins to slowly move his hands again, making Will gasp, he claws hard into Mike’s shoulders. “Wait, stop—“

As promised, Mike halts his movements immediately, concern washing over his face as he studies Will. “What? Are you ok—“

“Can I take this off?” Will asks softly, tugging at Mike’s button-up.

He hears Mike sigh quietly in relief, taking a second to breathe before he nods, “yeah, of course.” He smiles softly and kisses Will’s chin. “Yeah.”

Mike carefully pulls his fingers out of Will, making him whine at the sudden emptiness, before loosening his grip on his dick. Will begins to slide the fabric off Mike’s shoulders, slow, drinking in the sight in front of him. He’s seen Mike shirtless countless times, every summer when they hang out at Lover's Lake, but this is so different to those times.

He’s sitting in Mike’s lap, his cock pressed against his own dick, and everything they just did minutes ago amplifies the impact of his view by a thousand—a thousand is definitely not enough, though, if Will thinks about it.

Will lets the button-up slip off Mike’s arms, landing on the mattress behind him, and he slides his hands down his chest. He admires him as he burns the feeling of Mike’s torso into the palms of his hands, needing every single crevice and crease to be imprinted into his mind. Will needs to use that knowledge later to get a canvas, cover his hands in blue and yellow colour, and finger-paint Mike’s naked body as accurately as he can.

Mike lets him admire his body, smiling to himself as both of them blush slightly. He wants to make a snarky remark, say something to turn the situation around, but decides that Will wants this more than anything sexual right now. So, Mike simply enjoys the feeling of Will’s hands roaming his body, sighing in comfort as the ghosts of his muscles are traced over. Will takes his sweet time doing this, causing Mike to close his eyes to fully dive into it. He hums somewhere deep in his throat and doesn’t notice how it causes Will to look at his face, studying his expressions as he lets his palms continue to brush over Mike’s torso.

When Mike does eventually open his eyes, he is greeted with Will’s staring into his own, and it makes him smirk. “Enjoy the view?”

“Yes,” Will says immediately, not hesitating one second. It shuts Mike up pretty quickly. “You’re beautiful.”

Mike has never been told that in the way that Will is saying it right now. Soft, warm, intimate. It makes him unexpectedly shy. “Thank you,” he replies quietly, a tender smile spreading across his lips. Will smiles back at him, genuine in a way Mike has only rarely seen him wear, and it makes his heart full.

“Kiss me?” Mike asks sweetly, making Will giggle and lean forwards, pressing their lips together in a soft kiss. It turns hot quickly, both of them not wanting to waste any more time with each other.

After a minute or two, Mike pulls away to cup his hands together in a tiny bowl shape under his mouth, looks Will dead in the eyes, and spits into his palms. He rubs them together for a second before taking Will’s dick in his hand again, grinning at him as it draws a tiny noise out of Will. He leads his other hand back around towards Will’s ass, his spit-slicked fingers grazing over Will’s entrance.

“Shoulders,” Mike reminds him again, a smug grin on his lips, and hums in approval when Will does as told. He immediately pushes two fingers in harshly, done with his sweet side, and Will moans out in surprise. Mike sets a steady rhythm in which he moves his fingers, a repetitive in and out motion, making Will whine again and again. He quickly starts jerking Will’s dick, and like before, does so in a completely different tempo than compared to the movements of his fingers inside of Will. Mike feels Will clutch onto his shoulders, his fingernails digging into his skin slightly, causing a pleasant pain to flow through Mike’s muscles there.

While working on him, Mike keeps his eyes trained on Will’s face, studying each and every change of expression. Every new muscle movement, each contortion, every little switch that might indicate Will seriously not being able to take any more, but not being able to tell Mike.

He adds a third finger again and watches as Will arches his back, trying to jerk his hips away from the intrusion, but thrusting into Mike’s hand instead—causing him to move his hips back again, and, well. He can’t escape there either, he is sandwiched between both of Mike’s hand working their magic on Will, and it’s the most stimulation he’s ever felt in his entire life. It’s way too much, way too overwhelming, and way too good. He wants it to stop, but wants more, but can’t take any more, but loves how Mike knows how to drive him over the edge.

When Mike hits his prostate again in one swift, precise motion, he nearly screams out and shakes his head frantically. He turns into a babbling mess, telling Mike, “no,” telling him, “I can’t take it.”

“You know the word, baby,” Mike speaks as he moves the hand on Will’s dick faster and his fingers inside of Will harder, hitting that spot over and over again.

It makes Will see things that he can only describe as stars, and he continues to stutter and stumble over his words as he begs Mike, “please, no.”

“You can take it, I know,” reassures Mike, pressing a fleeting kiss to the side of Will’s neck. “You can take it, right?” he teases, chuckling when Will nods. “Good.”

He picks up the speed and force at which he moves his hands, causing Will to grab two fistfuls of his hair again, tugging at it harshly. Mike grunts at the motion and smirks, feeling his fingers start to cramp. It doesn’t stop him, though, because he can feel Will start to clench around him. He starts to grin as he listens to Will turning into a wreck of moans and whimpers, begging him to slow down, to give him a break, saying that he can’t do it.

It’s over for Mike as soon as he sees tears spill from Will’s eyes, running down his pretty, flushed cheeks. He has to physically hold back a moan at the sight.

He smiles and leans forwards and up, kissing away the wetness that paints Will’s face. “You’re doing so good, baby,” he praises, ghosting his lips down towards his neck. “Just a bit more, then you’re done.”

“I can’t—I can’t—Mike, please—“ Will babbles, and Mike peppers soft kisses over the skin at Will’s throat. Will tugs at Mike’s hair as he throws his head back, his whole body trembling, and Mike can tell that he’s close.

“I know, baby, I know,” Mike says sweetly before nibbling at the skin right below Will’s ear, making him moan out a loud, “fuck!” while clenching his legs around Mike—a desperate attempt to close his legs to keep Mike from stimulating him.

Will’s breaths and moans become more inconsistent, and his body goes unusually still. “I’m—Mike, I can’t—I’m gonna—“

“Let go, baby. Come for me.” Mike bites into Will’s neck as he says it, ignoring the pain in both of his hands, continuing in the same pace as before to push Will over the edge.

The sensation from Mike’s teeth is enough to make the tight knot in Will’s gut snap. The force is so intense that it makes his whole body tense before it starts to shake violently—he spills all over Mike’s chest and hand, as well as himself. The ring of muscles clenches tight around Mike’s fingers, almost pushing them out, but Mike keeps them buried deep in him. Will pulls hard on Mike’s hair, coming while wearing his name on his lips, and it’s the prettiest sound Mike has ever heard.

When Will has nothing left to spill anymore, Mike begins to place kisses all over Will’s skin available to him. He carefully removes his fingers from inside Will, hearing him moan and whine at the movement—and the sudden emptiness, probably. The hand covered in Will’s cum loosens its grip from around his dick, hovering slightly between them.

As soon as Will is somewhat able to catch his breath, he flops his head forwards and opens his wet eyes.

The sight is insane. Will’s cum all over the both of them, his face wet with tears and snot, his lips swollen and glistening with saliva. Mike wants to eat him alive.

Then, Mike grins.

Will doesn’t have the energy to properly react, so he just raises a questioning eyebrow, the grip in Mike’s hair slowly going slack.

“You can go another round for me, can you?” Mike wonders, smirking as he places his hands at the underside of Will’s thighs.

“What? Mike, I just—“ his voice cracks in embarrassment, causing him to blush deeper, lowering his voice, “—came twice.”

“We didn’t even get to the good part yet,” Mike states, sweet and cocky at the same time, before leaning forwards and grazing his lips against Will’s. “You haven’t even experienced the whole thing yet,” he says while staring down at Will’s mouth.

And Mike is right, Will hasn’t. And he wants to, so, so bad, but he is way too overstimulated and spent to go another round. There is not an ounce of power left in him—he’s already struggling to sit upright on Mike’s lap.

So, the only logical reaction he can give Mike about is statement is kissing him.

Telling him yes, let’s go one more time.

Will seems to have lost his mind. He does not care.

Mike grins against Will’s mouth.

In one smooth motion, he stands and flips them over, breaking the kiss, throwing Will onto the mattress and climbing over him. His hands slide from Will’s thighs to where his boxers sit, hooking his fingers under the waistband and pulling them off in one fast, skilled motion. He leans down and kisses Will quickly before sitting back on his heels.

Will opens his legs automatically.

Obviously on purpose.

Definitely an invitation.

Mike grins wider and drags his right palm over both of their chests, collecting Will’s cum, before he wraps a fist around his cock and begins to jerk himself.

With Will’s cum as lube.

Will wants to die.

Who allowed Mike to be so fucking hot?

The view makes Will’s mouth water and he subconsciously opens in legs wider, making Mike lick his lips as he scoots closer and lines himself up with Will. “Say stop and I stop, okay?”

Will nods, eyes wide, almost entirely black with how big his pupils have blown up. “Yeah,” he breathes, “but, can you—like, come down here?” he requests sweetly, raising his arms, trying to grab Mike’s arms to pull him down. Mike chuckles quietly at the action, mumbling a quick acknowledgement as he bends down and leans over Will. Will’s arm snake around his neck without hesitation, nodding to tell Mike that he’s ready now. Mike places a quick kiss to his lips and guides his tip into Will.

Will is very thankful to have thoroughly gotten finger-fucked by Mike a few minutes ago, because oh, god. A moan rips out of his throat—being filled by Mike’s cock is so much different than his fingers, but this is not supposed to be Will complaining.

Very much the opposite.

Okay, maybe he is complaining, but just the tiniest bit, because he is so sore everywhere from everything else they’ve been doing.

At the same time, it’s exactly that which turns him on so fucking much. He swears he’d forget his name if he comes, like, two more times.

Before he even knows it, Mike’s hips are almost flush against his own. Will feels so full in comparison to Mike’s already long fingers, and he can’t help his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

Mike can only grin and experimentally pulls back before snapping his hips forwards harshly, making Will’s eyes shoot open again and drawing a long, loud, “oh my god,” out of him.

Mike grins down at him, purses his lips and has the audacity to make a playful, mocking kissing noise down at him.

Then, without warning, Mike starts to fuck into him at a pace that Will did not expect was about to be their starting tempo.

Mike goes fast.

It knocks every little atom of oxygen out of his lungs and he turns into a whining, moaning mess seconds later. He wraps his arms tighter around Mike’s neck and claws at his back, desperate for something to hold onto. He accidentally scratches over Mike’s skin without meaning to, causing Mike to hiss quietly.

Then, he thinks about how hot it’s going to look when Mike has scratch marks all across his back.

Suddenly, he wants to do it more. Do it harder.

Mike wants to mark Will, too. The thought comes quickly, and he ducks his head into the crook of Will’s neck just as fast. He finds a spot of skin that speaks to him, lowers his mouth against it and kisses it softly. The sensation makes goosebumps wash over Will’s body, and Mike feels it against his lips. Without thinking about it too much, he seals his mouth around the chosen spot of skin and begins to suck on it, drawing a surprised moan out of Will.

Who, in a split-second decision, grabs Mike hair and pulls on it.

Mike groans against Will’s skin.

Will grins to himself, chuckling between moans.

And does it again.

Mike responds by sucking harder, biting into the spot before he pulls off and examines his artwork. It’s perfect, so, naturally, he decides to do it again. And another time after that. And then again one more time. It drives Will insane, all these different sensations as Mike continues to drive his cock into him, so he pulls on the strands in his hold even harder.

Suddenly, Mike lifts his upper body and smirks down at Will, stopping the snapping of his hips. He places both of his hands in the bends of Will’s knees, presses his thighs to his chest and holds him in place.

“You wanna play?” Mike asks, out of breath, wet bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead. “Fine, we’ll play.”

“Wait, Mike, no—“

Mike interrupts him by driving his cock into him harshly, hitting right against Will’s sweet spot. The slight change in position makes it easy for him to repeat the motion over and over again, causing Will to cry out, eyes tearing up again. His arms helplessly flap around, scrambling for something to hold onto, eventually clutching onto the sheets of his bed for dear life.

“Not so bratty anymore, huh?” Mike teases, fucking against Will’s prostate in a steady tempo, not allowing him to take a proper breath. He grins at Will’s helplessness, his own breath hot and heavy. “What did you expect?”

He momentarily pauses his hip movements. “You behave like a whore,” he says, accentuating the word ‘whore’ as he snaps his hips forwards harshly, “so I’m gonna fuck you like one.”

Will arches his back off the bed as Mike begins to slam into him even harder than before, crying out intelligible words, trying to beg Mike to slow down. Mike only laughs before bending down again, his lips finding Will’s chest, immediately going for Will’s pink, hard nipples. He flicks his tongue over one of them, and he can’t tell if the noise that rips out of Will is because of what Mike is doing with his mouth or if it’s because of his cock. Either way, he doesn’t really care—he just needs to see Will come undone again, no matter what.

Will doesn’t know what feeling to focus on, isn’t even sure if he could concentrate at all if he tried hard enough—his mind is wiped clean, chest burning with desire, his gut tight as the knot is on the verge of snapping yet again. His dick is rock-hard, already leaking again, and it physically starts to hurt from how overstimulated he is.

He would appreciate not being able to focus—if he’d be able to focus long enough to appreciate it.

“Fuck—Mike, wait—“

Mike responds by biting Will’s nipple, clearly not wanting to wait.

“I can’t, I’m gonna—again—“ he whimpers helplessly, trying to wriggle away from under Mike. “Mike, please—st—“ Will interrupts himself before he can finish the word fully, but it’s too late.

Mike stops anyway, raises his head to look at Will, concern lacing his features. “Hey, Will, are you ok—“

“Don’t stop,” Will cuts in, finally able to breathe in fully for the first time in a few minutes. “Don’t—stop, don’t you dare stop.”

Mike raises an eyebrow, a slightly amused smirk spreading over his face. “Look me in the eyes and tell me that again.”

Will opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling, blushes a deeper shade of red and then rolls his eyes. He lowers his gaze to look at Mike, hot air hitting his face. “Don’t stop.”

Mike grins openly, wide, and snaps his hips forwards. Just once, hard, and it gets the desired reaction out of Will. He throws his head back again, arches his back further off the bed, and moans Mike’s name. Loud. Probably loud enough for the entire neighbourhood to hear.

Mike doesn’t care. All he can think is, I say moan away!

He can’t help but to chuckle, tilting his head at he view below him. Will looks perfect—his entire body flushed in a pretty pink, skin wet with sweat as well as his own cum. His neck painted in bruises, hair a mess, lips red and swollen.

If Mike had known that Will would let him have his way with him, he’d have done this way sooner. He grins at the thought, then starts to fuck into Will again—the same, unforgiving speed, the same relentless angle he uses to fuck against Will’s prostate. Everything is too good to be true, and Mike can feel his own high approaching slowly.

He then notices how Will is unusually quiet all of a sudden, jaw hanging slack as he huffs out hot air unevenly. Mike squints his eyes at him for a split-second, then smirks.

“Are you going to come again, already?” he asks, tone teasing and mocking, his own voice breaking away at the end of the sentence from the intense situation. He’s kind of surprised that he has managed to last this long already.

Maybe the constant thought of Will while rubbing one out multiple times helped.

“Uh—uh huh,” Will manages to force out, body going stiff. Mike can tell that he’s right there by the way Will squeezes his eyes shut and tenses every single muscle available in his body. Mike feels it around his cock, too. Will seems to be unable to make it over the edge, however.

Mike decides to be an angel and help him out. Not by jerking him off, nono, that would be boring.

He leans down towards him again, changing the angle slightly to rub against Will’s sweet spot with every thrust instead of hitting it head-on. He also loosens his grip on one of Will’s legs to slowly and carefully wrap it around Will’s throat, starting to squeeze softly, increasing the pressure with every new snap of his hips. Mike feels Will shudder, fully aware that he’s about to let go. He presses his lips against Will’s ear, breathing hot air into it.

“Come for me, baby.”

And with something as easy as that, it’s over for Will.

He comes, quietly, all noises stuck in this throat for the first excruciatingly long seconds of his orgasm. Mike keeps going, does not change a single thing, to guide Will through his—probably way too intense—high.

Then, everything happens all at once—Will’s body goes slack, starts convulsing, then goes soft again. He moans, whines, grunts, whimpers. Has no idea what to do first, what to concentrate on. Is way too overwhelmed with the intensity of the situation, way too overstimulated, and spent in every way possible. Will thinks he might be dying.

Mike removes his hand from around Will’s throat and lets go of his other leg, placing his elbows next to Will’s head and leans his weight on his arms. His hands find their way into Will’s hair and he strokes through it softly while gently kissing all over his face.

“You did so good,” he praises, soothing Will and caring for him. “I’m so proud of you, you did so good.”

Will breathes heavy, eyes closed, trying to force his head back into reality. It takes him a few moments, but he eventually pries his eyes open to look at Mike. He smiles weakly up at him, making Mike return the gesture warmly. Mike did not move an inch ever since Will finished coming, so Will still feels him inside of him.

He feels him weirdly present, weirdly prominent, as if—

“Have you—have—did you come yet?” Will asks, still trying to level his breathing.

He studies the soft expression on his face as Mike says, “shh, don’t worry about it.”

“No—no,” Will protests, shaking his head as best as he can with Mike’s hands in his hair. “Want you—to come, inside—in me—“

“Don’t say that, Will, because I won’t be able to hold back,” Mike admits truthfully, moving one hand to cup Will’s cheek, stroking over the skin there. “You did good enough, you—“

“Then don’t,” Will says, blunt.

Mike blinks at him. “Don’t what?”

“Hold back,” Will explains, a slight smirk spreading over his lips. “Don’t hold—don’t hold back, I mean.”

Mike blinks at him again. “Will, you just came three times, I think—“

“Don’t think,” Will interrupts him, “just do.”

Will feels Mike’s cock pulse inside of him. Mike’s eyes begin to turn hazy, a thick cloud forming in his mind. Will really is a dirty little whore.

“You know the word?”

“Yes,” Will breathes, lifting a weak hand to brush Mike’s cheek while looking at his pretty face. “I know the word.”

Mike swallows thickly. Will knows exactly what he’s asking for.

Ask and you shall receive.

Mike straightens himself, reaches over and pulls Will’s pillow towards them. He pulls out of Will and, in one swift motion, grabs Will by the hips and flips him around, making him flop on his stomach. He grabs him by the arm and pulls him off the bed, uses his free hand to place the pillow under Will’s head and upper chest, then lowers him onto it. His hands find the dip between Will’s waist and hips, grabs him harshly, and pulls his ass up against his crotch.

Will lets him. It’s not like he’d have the strength to fight back, anyway.

Plus, he does know exactly what he got himself into.

He gasps as he feels Mike’s stiff cock press against the cleft of his ass, teasing him. Will wraps his arms around the pillow below him, holding onto it as Mike begins to press into him, breaching past the—not so tight anymore—ring of muscles, sliding into him with ease. He feels Mike’s hips flush against his own soon after.

And oh—oh god.

This position makes Mike reach so much deeper into him.

Will grips onto the pillow harshly and bites into it as he screams, because the first snap of Mike’s hips hits against his prostate immediately. His legs begin to tremble instantly, and he remembers how overstimulated he was just seconds ago—and this new angle does nothing to help him.

It makes him suffer more, actually.

But some fucked up part of him loves it.

Mike laughs behind him after he grunts loudly, “fuck, this is so much better.” He grabs onto Will’s hips harder and starts to fuck him roughly, relentless and mindless—as if driven by instinct. He does not slow down, does not snap his hips forwards softer, does not allow Will to breathe properly. Mike’s mind rewired itself in one way and one way only.

Fuck Will so hard until his insides remember the shape of Mike’s cock for the rest of eternity.

So, Mike does.

He fucks him until Will can do nothing other than cry and whimper into the pillow, barely able to hold his own hips up anymore. Before his knees give out, Mike grabs into the crease between his hips and his thighs, lifting his ass and holding him up while he continues to thrust into him with no remorse.

The noises ripping out of Will start to crack and break, his throat strained from moaning and whimpering, as well as Mike having fucked it so hard to the point of Will not being able to breathe for a good 30 seconds at one point.

Tears stream down his face, getting soaked up by the fabric of the pillow, and he sobs into it as the pleasure makes his whole body shake. He starts to babble intelligible words, pleas for Mike to slow down, to give him a second to breathe, even though he knows that Mike won’t allow him a break.

Will doesn’t even want a break.

He is exactly where he wants to be.

“So good,” Mike grunts, thrusting extra hard into him, “so good for me.”

The words make Will’s mind float, and he can’t stop himself from weakly pushing his ass back against Mike.

Mike grins at the movement, removes one hand from Will’s hips and places it on the small of Will’s back instead. He presses down on it, making Will push his chest harder against the mattress and pillow, effectively deepening the arch in his back—changing the angle yet again, even if only by a bit.

And, without knowing it was possible, this feels infinitely better. The new angle feels heavenly for Will despite him being way too overstimulated.

Mike keeps his hand where it rests on Will’s lower back, making sure Will stays in this new position.

“You’re,” he speaks firmly, fucking into Will hard, “such,” another rough snap of his hips, “a,” one more deep thrust, “whore.” On the last word, he rams right against Will’s prostate, calculated and precise.

A shock wave rocks Will’s body.

He cries Mike’s name, loud, and comes. Unexpected, hard, and with such force that makes him feel like he might actually pass out. The pleasure and overstimulation send electric currents through his every limb, making them tingle, eventually going numb. His body spasms before it goes slack, his muscles unable to hold him up any longer, and he sinks into the sheets.

Well, not his hips, because Mike is still holding onto them, his own movements slowly beginning to stutter as his high approaches rapidly. He breathes ragged and grunts hot air into the room that’s otherwise filled with Will’s struggling sobs.

He begins to groan a string of curses, followed by praises about how well Will is managing for him. Then, Mike buries himself deep inside of him, wearing Will’s name on his lips as he comes. He claws into the skin of the other boy’s hips as he finishes, sure that he will still be able to make out the bruises from it three days later.

Mike groans heavy, spilling into Will, trying to breathe through his high. He leans forwards over Will, closes his eyes and does his best to recollect himself. To return to the present, to himself, but most importantly, to Will.

That thought is what makes him snap back to reality.

He opens his eyes and looks down at him. The hand on Will’s lower back stops pressing down, and instead, he starts to softly soothe it over Will’s entire back. He straightens himself and lets his other palm join the movement, gently gliding over his skin and massaging Will.

Will breathes out tiny, exhausted noises, huffing into the pillow below him. His face is flushed and wet with tears, his mind completely blank, and he is not really present.

He’s not sure if he could tell Mike his own name right now if he asked him.

“Shh, you’re okay,” Mike soothes, brushing over Will’s sides tenderly. “I got you.” He starts to carefully pull out, making Will whimper, his body twitching at the motion. “I know, baby, I know.” His voice is sweet as he cautiously removes himself before scooting back and placing his hands underneath Will’s armpits to gently flip him over. Will whines and squeezes his eyes shut, his entire body sore from the intense sex.

Mike continues to shush him as he traces soft shapes over Will’s skin, eventually making him hum as he begins to relax under Mike’s touch. “It’s okay, I’m here,” speaks Mike, voice laced with honey to reach the deepest parts of Will’s mind.

Will begins to slowly become conscious of his surroundings again, so he nods weakly to acknowledge Mike’s words.

Mike leans down to kiss his cheek before whispering, “I’m gonna get something to clean you up, okay?” He presses a quick kiss to Will’s parted lips. “I’ll be back in a second, I promise.” Will only hums, numb on the bed, fighting to regain control over his body.

He feels Mike climb off the bed and listens as he hurries towards the bathroom. Will manages to make out the sounds of rummaging and a running tap, stopping seconds later before he hears Mike’s footsteps approach again. The mattress beside him dips and he hears Mike’s sweet voice speak to him.

“I’m back,” he says, “I’m gonna clean you now, okay?”

Will nods and hums, silently telling Mike to go ahead. Seconds later, a wet, warm washcloth ghosts over his chest softly before being lowered onto it completely. Mike gently wipes him down, cleaning Will while whispering sweet nothings to him. Wipes the cum off his torso and lower stomach, before gently cleaning his dick, making Will hiss in discomfort. Mike shushes him quietly, telling him how good he’s doing, how it will be done soon.

“This is gonna be uncomfortable, but I have to do it, okay?” he explains as he flips the cloth onto its clean side and moves it lower towards Will’s ass.

Will whimpers a displeased, “noo,” as he tries to wriggle away.

“It’s only gonna be for a few seconds, you can do that for me, right?” asks Mike, waiting as Will thinks, who ultimately mumbles a quiet, “yeah.” Mike smiles softly before thoroughly cleaning between Will’s ass cheeks, careful and tender, trying his best to be gentle with him as to not overwhelm him any further.

When he’s done, he glides the cloth over himself carelessly, not nearly as mindful as he was with Will. Once finished, he tosses the washcloth aside, wraps his arms around Will and pulls him close to his chest. Will snuggles up right against him, sighing comfortably, before snaking weak arms around Mike’s naked body. Will presses his face into the crook of Mike’s neck, inhaling his scent, relaxing his muscles immediately. Mike buries a hand in Will’s hair, stroking it softly, while holding him close and just letting him calm down from the remaining intensity cursing through his body.

Will eventually begins to trace tiny circles onto Mike’s back, making him smile.

“Hi,” Mike whispers softly, kissing the top of Will’s head.

“Hey,” Will replies quietly, hiding his face further in Mike’s neck. He hums contently, pressing a quick kiss to Mike’s throat.

“How you feeling?” asks Mike, pulling Will closer. There’s a comfortable silence settling between them as Will thinks about the question, taking his time to come up with an answer as a million thoughts race through his head.

“Sore,” he laughs quietly, “and confused.”

Mike's hands instantly move over Will’s body, tenderly massaging every spot of skin he can reach. “Confused, how?”

“Just—I don’t know,” Will stutters. “It—this just happened out of nowhere, and—and I don’t know what to make of it.” He speaks quiet, sincere, and there’s a certain wave of uncertainty lacing his words. He seems scared, and it makes the alarm bells in Mike’s head ring.

“What do you mean?” he asks, trying to catch Will’s gaze. However, Will hides his face deeper in the crook of Mike’s neck, avoiding eye contact. “Will? You don’t have to talk about it, of course, but I’m here if you want and—or need to,” he reassures him, lacing his fingers through Will’s strands. He presses a tender kiss to his head and hugs him closer, making him feel just how present he is.

“It’s—“ Will interrupts himself with a sigh, “it’s, uh, complicated, I think? I’m happy, but I’m upset, kind of. Over the moon but also angry with you.”

Mike blinks at his words, knowing that Will can’t see it, so he keeps quiet and hopes for him to continue.

“Ugh, I don’t know. You just—appear, and do all this, and I love it, and then you’re so sweet to me after and—and it makes me wonder if I should interpret anything into your actions and words or not.”

Mike starts blinking again, only this time, it’s rapidly. He’s confused, speechless—doesn’t know if Will is aware of his own words or not. “Can you look at me?” he asks, quiet, and waits while Will does not react. It takes a few, excruciatingly long seconds before he slowly lifts his head and meets Mike’s gaze.

Will looks sad. It breaks Mike’s heart.

His hand flies to cup Will’s face immediately, brushing softly over his cheek. “Will,” he starts, gentle, like he’s afraid he might break him. “I’ve been trying to flirt with you for months.”

Now, it’s Will’s turn to blink at him. “What?”

Mike hesitates. “You—you didn’t notice?”

“No?”

Mike blushes. “I thought—because whenever—I thought you knew that I was doing it on purpose.”

Will tilts his head and furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “Doing what on purpose?”

Mike looks away, suddenly embarrassed. “You know... turning you on?”

Will stares at his face for a second before he giggles, “what?”

Mike’s cheeks flush a deeper shade of red and he slowly trains his gaze back on Will. “One day I noticed how flustered it made you when I sit with my legs spread, and then I realised how much fun it is to do that to you. So I kept doing it on purpose and watched you get all shy and red in the face every time. Then I saw how it made you hard, and then that made me hard, and that’s how I found out,” he rambles out all at once, making Will’s giggles stop abruptly.

His mouth falls open slightly as he stares at Mike, shock written all over his features as he pulls back slightly, properly studying Mike now.

“Found out what?” Will asks hesitantly, quiet. He’s not sure if he wants to know the answer, uncertain whether he’s ready to either get his heart broken by Mike or not. Before the worries and fears can properly settle in his mind, Mike pulls him out of it.

“Will, I just had the craziest sex of my life with you. I know I wanted it, I know you wanted it—or so I hope, at least. Because it seemed kind of obvious at one point, and Max started yelling at me before we left today about it because she saw how much we both wanted each other but neither of us were doing anything about it, and—she told me I had to, because she couldn’t stand watching us dance around each other any longer—sorry, I’m rambling,” Mike speaks, laughing as he excuses himself. “Anyway I like you, Will. A lot. I wouldn’t have done this with you if I didn’t.”

Will snaps his mouth shut. Opens it as if he’s going to say something, then just closes it again. He looks like a cute fish gasping for oxygen.

“What?” is all he manages to say.

“Don’t make me spell it out for you, Will,” Mike says and blushes like crazy. It makes Will giggle instantly.

“No, Mike. Actually, please do spell it out for me,” Will says in between chuckles, poking at Mike’s bare skin.

“Fine, fine,” Mike sighs, then grins. “I—L—I—“

“Don’t actually spell it!”

“You told me to!” Mike argues and laughs, poking at Will’s sides, making him yelp.

They start fighting playfully, forgetting that they are both completely naked. This feels natural, it feels normal. They feel utterly comfortable with each other, so much for them to disregard the fact that this is the first time for them to be around one another this way.

As they fight, Mike pulls Will on top of him, making Will grimace and hiss. “Ow—ow, my back—“

“Sorry, sorry,” Mike apologises immediately, moving his hands over Will’s back apologetically, soothing over the skin and massaging the firm spots he can find again.

Will looks down at Mike and smiles warmly, humming in appreciation as he feels some of the tension release. “This feels nice,” he mumbles, leaning into the touch as best as he can. He closes his eyes and hums comfortably, and Mike begins to study his face as he keeps massaging at Will’s back.

He watches the way his cheeks blush at the tender touches, the way his mouth curls up into a cute smile, how the tips of his ears turn pink. Mike notices the way Will’s warm skin feels so perfect on his own, how the situation just seems too good to be true. He feels like he’s floating, and he’s pretty sure Will feels the same. Mike watches as Will’s pretty lips part slightly to huff out air at the sensation of Mike’s fingers on his skin, notices the way he moves under his touch.

Feels his heart burn as he realises how he loves to make Will happy, and how he never wants to stop making him happy.

“I’m in love with you.”

The words spill out of Mike before he can even think properly about voicing his thoughts, and he feels his cheeks go crimson as Will’s eyes shoot open to look at him. He looks off to the side and presses his lips together after mumbling a quiet, “fuck.”

“Mike,” Will says sternly, then repeats it again when Mike doesn’t react. “Mike, look at me.”

Mike chews on his bottom lip for a few seconds before turning his head back, training his gaze on Will’s again.

“I love you,” Will says softly, and no matter how Mike wants to be nonchalant and normal about this, he can’t. His heart does an unexpected flip, bouncing against his ribcage. It feels like it’s vibrating with excitement, and the tips of his fingers start tingling with a pleasant sensation. Goosebumps wash over his skin as a wave of energy hits him, making him feel the need to jump up and run a marathon. His entire body feels on fire and it’s as if Will pours gasoline on him, making sure that the flame never dies. Mike swallows and feels a weird type of aggression fill his senses—he wants to grab at Will and bite him, shake him, kiss him all over until his lips are so sore that he physically can’t kiss him any more. Mike wants to tell him how cute he is, and perfect, and pretty, and—

“Yeah?” Mike just asks instead, voice bouncy and giddy, a wide smile spreading across his features.

“Yeah.” Will chuckles at Mike’s wide eyes, blushing himself.

“Does your body still hurt a lot?”

The question catches Will off guard, making him blink rapidly. “I still feel a little sore, but I think it’s better now? I don’t see how—“ His own yelp cuts him off as Mike grabs him and flips them over swiftly, Mike now hovering above Will.

He does not even give him a second to register the change in position before he presses tiny, tender kisses all over Will’s face and neck, making the both of them giggle. Will’s arms wrap around Mike’s neck as he lets him kiss him all over, his skin still sensitive, but this sweet type of affection feels too good to stop. Mike keeps pressing his mouth to Will over and over again for a few minutes, complimenting everything that comes to mind.

Suddenly, his head snaps up and he stares at Will. “Was what I did okay? Did I do too much? Were you uncomfortable at any point?” His eyes scan the entirety of Will’s face, trying to make out any type of physical response before he can get one verbally. Will can tell how Mike is about to keep asking questions, so he quickly cuts him off.

“Mike, I knew the word ‘stop’ would make you stop. You stopped even though I didn’t fully say it at one point. I would’ve told you if something was too much,” Will reassures him, smiling warmly as he brushes through Mike’s hair. “I loved it.”

The tight expression Mike wears on his face softens slowly. “Yeah?”

Will smiles and nods, “yeah.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Mike smirks in his specific, dorky way. “Cool.”

Will rolls his eyes and laughs, playfully dragging his tongue over the tip of Mike’s nose. “Cool.”

They just stare at each other for a moment before they both giggle, soon finding themselves in a kiss.

The world seems to stop around them, and Mike lets one of his hands roam over Will’s torso again, making him gasp. “Mike, stop—I came four fucking times, don’t tease me now,” Will warns, slapping Mike’s hand off his chest as he laughs, making Mike laugh as well.

“My bad, my bad,” Mike chuckles, pressing a quick kiss to Will’s cheek. “Later?”

Will only rolls his eyes. “Oh my god.”