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Naked and bound.
The room lit only by the dull glow of a single bedside lamp that caused shadows to stretch across the walls. Mike was suspended just above the mattress, body stretched tight as the thin bowstring pulled to its limits – soft cotton they had chosen together weeks ago bit into skin.
Arms behind his back and ankles fastened together, rope looped around in knots and bows with jarring efficiency over the beam. His legs were bent at the knees in such a way his bare feet hovered inches above the sheets.
Every small movement sent fresh ripples of strain through his shoulders and thighs. The position wasn’t cruel, nor harmful but the real pain was the merciless patience. Gravity tugged at him, cock hanging heavy beneath him, limp and helpless.
Sweat dripped down in beads, tracing his collarbones and down his pecs, catching in the low light.
Beneath him, Will lay stretched out on his back directly beneath him, head resting on a pillow as they looked eye to eye. The angle was deliberate and so was his outfit; Mike’s favourite jacket hung oversized to his smaller body, green contrasting the pale skin and darkened thigh-high stockings that hugged his legs, hide lace keeping him tight.
No briefs, no panties and nothing to hide how hard Will was, the head of his cock peeking out every time he shifted.
“This is bullshit Will. You can’t just leave me up here like some damn piñata. It’s unconstitutional – a cruel and unusual punishment,” Mike’s voice came out rough, edging frustration.
“Unconstitutional?” Will repeated, voice light and amused while looking up at his boyfriend’s flushed face, “Last I checked, the Eighth Amendment doesn’t cover consensual bedroom games between two adults.”
Huffing to twist out the stubborn ropes anyway he could, Mike winced at the friction, limp cock only rubbing against the restraints – strangely aroused, “you tricked me. You said we were gonna fool around a little.”
“I said we were going to play,” Will rested his hands behind his head, jersey lifting to expose appendage, “I asked if you wanted to be tied up naked and you agreed. You literally told me to be as hard as I want.”
Jaw clenched, Mike swallowed the lump in his throat at the memories, “that was before you decided to parade around in… that. You’re killing me down here – up here – whatever. Just untie me, I need to touch you.”
“Hmm…? I don’t think I want to,” Will faked a ponder, tone calm and sickeningly sweet, “that’s the whole point of this punishment – you can only look… be grateful for that.”
Rolling his eyes, Mike’s voice came out annoyed, “it’s been two weeks, Will. Two fucking weeks. You’re really gonna hold a grudge?”
Head tilted with an almost bored expression, Will reached up and brushed a damp strand of hair off Mike’s forehead with the tip of his thumb, bizarrely soft before retreating.
“You’re the one who keeps bringing it up.” Will accused, dismissive, clearly annoyed.
“I said I was sorry, I offered to pay for more materials, pay double what he paid. I even cleaned the apartment for a week straight singlehandedly,” the ropes creaked, “you’re acting like this is normal… we haven’t even kissed since that night.”
“You did. And I appreciated it. It doesn’t change what happened,” Will’s eyes flicked down to his lips before returning, face a mask of its true self even when confrontational.
Mike groaned, straining forward, “it was an accident. I turned too fast with the laundry basket and your painting fell. I get I fucked up but this is insane.”
“Three weeks,” Will emphasised, finger poking Mike’s pec, “I spent three weeks making that commission – something I was counting on selling to cover next month’s rent.”
Swallowing hard, Mike grumbled, “I know it was important, but I’ve been trying to make it right.”
“Yeah, you have,” Will’s tone didn’t shift to his normal softness, instead it remained detached like swirled through a blender of conflicting emotions not even he could make out. Anger and something akin to arousal bit back as his finger traced the outline of Mike’s bicep, “but you also laughed at me, said I was overreacting and acted like my time didn’t matter.”
“I never said any of those!” Mike flinched at the memory. Even he couldn’t lie, the shock of the situation wore down on him in that moment when the painting fell; his deflection tactic was always humour, some offhand joke about the situation to ease the looming confrontation.
“Maybe you didn’t mean it like that,” Will played devil’s advocate for a second, hand dropping down to lay flat on the mattress, the gap between them growing wider once more, eyes looking away, “but they still hurt, and the fact you don’t know that says a lot.”
“Will, look at me… please?”
Bravado fell as the quiet voice permeated the room, undeniably softer than anything either of them had heard before. Will below wanted to resist, call him a cruel word or argue more, but he couldn’t resist the genuine tone.
With subtle hesitation, their eyes met.
“I’m sorry,” Mike whispered the heavy words, “and this isn’t the ‘I fucked up’ sorta sorry, this is the real ‘I can never forgive myself’ sort. I was careless and didn’t think how much of yourself you poured into those three weeks hunched over that canvas… while I played video games in the other room after work. I hate that I made you feel small, I really am, truly sorry.”
Eyes watering at the confession, Will looked away with a hardening expression that hid true softness. He sniffled back the tears and returned with a different look. He reached up with fingertips grazing Mike’s jaw in the lightest way possible, “I hear you. I’m willing to move on. Put this… behind us.”
Relief flickered behind Mike’s eyes that this whole ordeal was over and they could return to normalcy, or whatever their new normal was – they never had a fight like this before. But they could come out of it stronger, and that was the most important part.
“Yeah, yeah! Let’s move on, why don’t you untie me, and then we can –”
“No,” Will shook his head in an aura of finality, “you are not getting out of this tonight. Or tomorrow, or the rest of the week.”
“What?”
“It took me three weeks to make that painting,” he spoke very matter-of-factly, mentally calculating his time and this play he set into motion; of course Mike wouldn’t be strung up for a week, that would be foolish, “so you have to wait three weeks before you can touch me. Think about it this way, you only have one week left.”
“You’re joking?”
“I accept your apology but the punishment stands, argue with a wall,” Will shrugged, shifting his weight to snuggle into the sheets, expelling a soft whine that made Mike’s internal bubble.
“Jesus Will. My balls are gonna explode; I’ve been hard for days I can’t even think straight,” Mike expelled a loud broken groan, head dropping forward until chin met chest, “blue balls are no joke.”
“Ever heard of masturbation?”
“It’s not as good as… well you.”
“Your flattery means nothing,” Will tilted his head, studying him with detached patience, the kind that made his brattier side open wider, “one more week won’t kill you, it’s just a reminder.”
Two weeks of denial had already rendered him sensitive and raw, cock hanging heavy between his legs, only half-hard from exhaustion and frustration, thick and flushed as it reacted to gravity. The ropes did nothing to save him, only exacerbating every second of friction.
A quiet temptation filled the room.
Calm yet flushed beneath him, Will’s lips parted slightly; eyes bright and blown wide with something akin to ease. He shifted slightly in his spot, lifting a leg, and letting one stocking foot slide up the inside of Mike’s thigh.
Lace caressed skin in a careless whisper. Will’s toes dragged along feather-light in a slowly deliberate way until they curled the underside of Mike’s cock. The fabric spread warm from Will’s body heat, rubbing from the tip to the base, sensitive material running the sensitive ridge.
Mike’s shaft twitched, thickening despite everything, growing heavier in Will’s barely-touched grip. He sucked in a sharp breath, body jerking against rope, “fuck – Will.”
Wicked and thrilled, Will kept the motion going, circling small with the tip of his large toe, pressing just enough to feel the true weight of the appendage. The stocking stretched as toes flexed to tease the sensitive slit with sensitive nudges.
Hips jerking uselessly, the ropes creaked uselessly as the first tear of pre-come slid down his length and fell, splashing warm against Will’s thigh. He groaned again, frustration bleeding into something close to surrender, “You’re a sadist.”
“Maybe.” Will’s lips curved, as he laughed impersonally quiet – low and giddy. His free hand gripped the sheets while his single foot did all the work, “Or maybe I just want you to remember what careful feels like.”
Huffing to twist out the stubborn ropes anyway he could, Mike winced at the friction, limp cock only rubbing against the restraints – strangely aroused, “You tricked me. You said we were gonna fool around a little.”
“I said we were going to play,” Will rested his hands behind his head, jersey lifting to expose appendage, “I asked if you wanted to be tied up naked and you agreed. You literally told me to be as hard as I want.”
Jaw clenched, Mike swallowed the lump in his throat at the memories, “That was before you decided to parade around in… that. You’re killing me down here – up here – whatever. Just untie me, I need to touch you.”
“Hmm…? I don’t think I want to,” Will faked a ponder, tone calm and sickeningly sweet, “That’s the whole point of this punishment – you can only look… be grateful for that.”
Rolling his eyes, Mike’s voice came out annoyed, “It’s been two weeks, Will. Two fucking weeks. You’re really gonna hold a grudge?”
Head tilted with an almost bored expression, Will reached up and brushed a damp strand of hair off Mike’s forehead with the tip of his thumb, bizarrely soft before retreating.
“You’re the one who keeps bringing it up,” Will accused, dismissive, clearly annoyed.
“I said I was sorry, I offered to pay for more materials, pay double what he paid. I even cleaned the apartment for a week straight singlehandedly,” the ropes creaked, “You’re acting like this is normal… we haven’t even kissed since that night.”
“You did. And I appreciated it. It doesn’t change what happened,” Will’s eyes flicked down to his lips before returning, face a mask of its true self even when confrontational.
Mike groaned, straining forward, “It was an accident. I turned too fast with the laundry basket and your painting fell. I get I fucked up but this is insane.”
“Three weeks,” Will emphasised, finger poking Mike’s pec, “I spent three weeks making that commission – something I was counting on selling to cover next month’s rent.”
Swallowing hard, Mike grumbled, “I know it was important, but I’ve been trying to make it right.”
“Yeah, you have,” Will’s tone didn’t shift to his normal softness, instead it remained detached like swirled through a blender of conflicting emotions not even he could make out. Anger and something akin to arousal bit back as his finger traced the outline of Mike’s bicep, “But you also laughed at me, said I was overreacting and acted like my time didn’t matter.”
“I never said any of those!” Mike flinched at the memory. Even he couldn’t lie, the shock of the situation wore down on him in that moment when the painting fell; his deflection tactic was always humour, some offhand joke about the situation to ease the looming confrontation.
“Maybe you didn’t mean it like that,” Will played devil’s advocate for a second, hand dropping down to lay flat on the mattress, the gap between them growing wider once more, eyes looking away, “But they still hurt, and the fact you don’t know that says a lot.”
“Will, look at me… please?”
Bravado fell as the quiet voice permeated the room, undeniably softer than anything either of them had heard before. Will below wanted to resist, call him a cruel word or argue more, but he couldn’t resist the genuine tone.
With subtle hesitation, their eyes met.
“I’m sorry,” Mike whispered the heavy words, “and this isn’t the ‘I fucked up’ sorta sorry, this is the real ‘I can never forgive myself’ sort. I was careless and didn’t think how much of yourself you poured into those three weeks hunched over that canvas… while I played video games in the other room after work. I hate that I made you feel small, I really am, truly sorry.”
Eyes watering at the confession, Will looked away with a hardening expression that hid true softness. He sniffled back the tears and returned with a different look. He reached up with fingertips grazing Mike’s jaw in the lightest way possible, “I hear you. I’m willing to move on. Put this… behind us.”
Relief flickered behind Mike’s eyes that this whole ordeal was over and they could return to normalcy, or whatever their new normal was – they never had a fight like this before. But they could come out of it stronger, and that was the most important part.
“Yeah, yeah! Let’s move on, why don’t you untie me, and then we can –”
“No,” Will shook his head in an aura of finality, “You are not getting out of this tonight. Or tomorrow, or the rest of the week.”
“What?”
“It took me three weeks to make that painting,” he spoke very matter-of-factly, mentally calculating his time and this play he set into motion; of course Mike wouldn’t be strung up for a week, that would be foolish, “so you have to wait three weeks before you can touch me. Think about it this way, you only have one week left.”
“You’re joking?”
“I accept your apology but the punishment stands, argue with a wall,” Will shrugged, shifting his weight to snuggle into the sheets, expelling a soft whine that made Mike’s internal bubble.
“Jesus Will. My balls are gonna explode; I’ve been hard for days I can’t even think straight,” Mike expelled a loud broken groan, head dropping forward until chin met chest, “Blue balls are no joke.”
“Ever heard of masturbation?”
“It’s not as good as… well you.”
“Your flattery means nothing,” Will tilted his head, studying him with detached patience, the kind that made his brattier side open wider, “One more week won’t kill you, it’s just a reminder.”
Two weeks of denial had already rendered him sensitive and raw, cock hanging heavy between his legs, only half-hard from exhaustion and frustration, thick and flushed as it reacted to gravity. The ropes did nothing to save him, only exacerbating every second of friction.
A quiet temptation filled the room.
Calm yet flushed beneath him, Will’s lips parted slightly; eyes bright and blown wide with something akin to ease. He shifted slightly in his spot, lifting a leg, and letting one stocking foot slide up the inside of Mike’s thigh.
Lace caressed skin in a careless whisper. Will’s toes dragged along feather-light in a slowly deliberate way until they curled the underside of Mike’s cock. The fabric spread warm from Will’s body heat, rubbing from the tip to the base, sensitive material running the sensitive ridge.
Mike’s shaft twitched, thickening despite everything, growing heavier in Will’s barely-touched grip. He sucked in a sharp breath, body jerking against rope, “Fuck – Will.”
Wicked and thrilled, Will kept the motion going, circling small with the tip of his large toe, pressing just enough to feel the true weight of the appendage. The stocking stretched as toes flexed to tease the sensitive slit with sensitive nudges.
Hips jerking uselessly, the ropes creaked uselessly as the first tear of pre-come slid down his length and fell, splashing warm against Will’s thigh. He groaned again, frustration bleeding into something close to surrender, “You’re a sadist.”
“Maybe.” Will’s lips curved, as he laughed impersonally quiet – low and giddy. His free hand gripped the sheets while his single foot did all the work, “Or maybe I just want you to remember what careful feels like.”
Slow drags of his foot passed along everything, lace catching the subtle imprints. His hums bordered excitement as his own cock ran wild with how aroused he truly was; he kept it together to tease his boyfriend more, seeing just how worked up he was getting. One week was left of their agreement, but Will couldn’t resist playing with his boyfriend’s pretty, aching cock.
Convulsing hard at the gentle touches, every sensation returned tenfold as he subconsciously pressed against Will’s body. Another thick drop of his pre-seed smeared the stocking, darkening the colour black, “You’re evil. Pure freaking evil.”
Will pushed himself up on his elbows, leaning in until their lips were breaths apart, foot still moving in its lazy, torturous circle, “And here you are… loving it,” he swiped against Mike’s lips, never enough to touch, “Say it.”
Shuddering again at the sensation his cock was feeling and Will’s low voice, Mike gulped the lump in his throat, edged in the best way, “Y-yeah, I do.”
The following laughter was quieter as Will fell back, shifting higher on the bed to truly get a good angle. The buttoned jersey slipped further to one side, exposing sharp lines of collarbones and the balls of Will’s own appendage peeking through.
He didn’t falter, eyes locked on Mike’s face in an almost feverish thrill of control; with that, he lifted both legs, crossing his ankles so the sheer black stockings formed the perfect cradle for Mike’s perfect cock.
With little teasing movements, he guided Mike’s heavy, throbbing cock between the arches of his feet.
Lace squeezed tight, sensation making Mike squirm above him. Will moved agonisingly slow along the shaft, toes sensed in concentration as his feet created a silky tunnel. Mike’s length slid through the grip in an upwards stroke propelled only by the lube of his own pre-come. Stockings darkened as the friction was maddening somehow soft and intense.
“Fuck – Will don’t stop,” Mike moaned as best he could to jerk toward the sensation, needing more than what he was given, a greedy, feral thought flooding his mind, no ideas but his own chasing pleasure.
Not with words, Will didn’t answer, only giving his boyfriend a small sliver of respite as the steady rhythm. The bridges of his feet darkened with Mike’s pre-liquid, sliding up and down in long pulls wet, seeing the head of his cock disappear between his feet with every downstroke, reappearing as skin pulled flush with every upstroke.
Will’s own arousal pressed thick against his stomach, smearing pre-come all over the inside of the letterman jacket – he was untouched but ignored it for he already had a plan for that. Right now he was solely focused on Mike’s trembling pleasure.
Breathing turned ragged as Mike’s biceps strained with every pitiful stroke, bulging uselessly against thin rope threatening to split, “Oh shit, oh fuck. It feels so good, please… keep going.”
Impishly smiling, Will sped up slightly, stockings now soaked slick with fluid, toes curled around to perfect the optimal tightness. Mike’s whole body locked up, thighs quivering, breathing ragged, and veins in his cock pulsing hard between lace.
The tell-tale sign of a tightening low in his belly; his balls drew tight, and then –
– nothing.
Will stopped.
Simply holding still, Will’s feet locked in a loose circle round the throbbing erection, left untouched and unattended in the warm cradle of his bridges. No pressure nor movement made the pulses of veins more prominent through the thin fabric.
Heartbeats amplified.
Mike whined high and desperate, head falling forward with sweat droplets that raced off his burning forehead, pupils blown with lust, “No – no. Come on, I was so close. Please babe don’t do this.”
In return, Will’s smirk only widened with quiet delight. He squeezed once, just enough to expel another thick glob of pre-come down the lazy exterior but nothing more – the sensation of his boyfriend’s ejaculation withering away with each passing second.
“Please baby, move again, I need it,” he begged.
“Is this your attempt at sweet-talking? You’re failing miserably,” Will spoke with a teasing edge, “Almost makes me want to stop…”
“I mean, you’re so fucking beautiful like this. Like woof, look at you flushed and hard wearing nothing but my letterman; it belongs to you. I belong to you,”
Rewarded with another squeeze, Will’s smile didn’t falter.
“And your legs – beautiful slender legs hugged by stockings, the best lace only for you. You’re a vision of beauty, a marble statue – your thighs, hips, curve of your ass, it’s perfection,”
Pitiful pleas hung before them, exacerbated with Mike’s twitching back trapped in the motionless of Will’s feet. Another string of pre-come dropped, collected to the pile, threading uselessly.
Softly pleased, Will hummed, “Keep talking, tell me more.”
“You’re perfect; every inch of you. You own me like this, I’m nothing but your personal dildo to play with; I’m waiting here for you – I love you, Will. Please let me feel you again. I’ll do anything.”
Sympathy hit as Will shifted his face closer, allowing a simple peck to the lips, the first sign of his crumbling resistance. He didn’t allow any more; Will knew he was weak when his boyfriend was like this; begging, aching, leaking.
For his own sake, he pulled away.
“One more week,” he whispered more to himself, keeping his resolve strong, “Then you get everything.”
With that, he eased back to the mattress, letting Mike’s cock slip free from the warm cradle of his feet. The sudden air hit them both like a bucket of ice.
Half-growl, half-wrecked, Mike chased the lost friction, thrusting uselessly into the air, cock bobbing in open air, ropes creaking with every swing. Sweat and pre-come leaked thick strands to Will’s hips; the head throbbing violently with every heartbeat, raw from being violently edged.
Beneath him, Will settled back into his relaxed position almost like nothing was amiss. The only factor anything occurred was his pre-come-ridden stockings painted darkened in random splotches. His untouched cock lay half-hard against his stomach, leaking steadily under the jacket.
Like before, he added no stimulation.
“Bet it hurts,” Will mocked, voice softeningly deceptive, “It’s a shame too, you always look so sexy when you come… I wonder how many times I can get you to this point.”
“You… you’re such a tease, Will. A cruel little siren playing games with me like I’m your toy,” Mike’s breath was short and ragged, cracking into desperation, “I bet you get off on this, don’t you? Watching me hang here leaking for you while you lie there all smug in my jacket.”
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” Will laughed unashamed as he lifted a foot again. However, this time was different; instead of the tight cradle, Will tapped against the bulbous head like a cat flicking against a bell. Once – twice – before retreating, almost like testing the level of arousal.
“Siren, definitely a siren luring me in with your stupidly sweet voice and that stupidly soft body.” Mike groaned, head tipping back so the cords in his throat rose prominently, “You’re wicked and cruel… and beautiful and I can’t wait to flip you over and fuck the brattiness out of you.”
“Big talk for a guy who can’t even touch himself right now,” Will leaned closer, breath hot against his neck, kissing Mike’s neck without biting, soft pecks against sensitive tongue.
Snarling at the sensations, Mike jerked against the ropes seeking friction. His cock hung tender beneath them, slick from earlier and twitching with every kiss Will peppered him with; agonisingly complete.
Will leaned back again with a sharpened look. Relaxed, his fingers moved to the oversized jacket – Mike’s thick old jacket that used to be his favourite before it had been claimed by his boyfriend.
One by one, he popped the buttons, slow and teasingly. Top first then the second and the third, exposing bare flesh that emerged in the lamplight, pale chest rising and falling, nipples perked from cool air and his own excitement.
Shrugging one shoulder free and then the other, the jacket slid down his arms and pooled at his elbows, framing his torso like an open prize. Will arched just enough to push his chest forward, for Mike to see every single curve of his body: the subtle plump in his stomach when he breathed and his sharp hip bones.
Then, near his navel, his cock curved upward, flushed dark and leaking steadily, a thin string of pre-come stretching across skin. Will licked a finger, teasing the slit.
“You are such a tease,” Mike’s throat worked a dry swallow.
Pleased with himself, Will hummed and dragged both hands down his own sides slow and deliberate, exhaling a sigh long enough as palms skimmed ribs. Thumbs brushed down till the scar on his hip.
Hands moved upwards, cupping chest with fingertips circling his nipples, undeniably gleaming. He hitched a breath quiet enough to make Mike’s cock jump in the air. Will pinched slightly, rolling the tips between his fingers until they perked unnaturally.
“Am I pretty like this, baby?”
Groaning low, Mike’s cock throbbed painfully, threatening through ragged aroused breaths, “When I get my hands on you, I’m gonna shove you face down and make you regret ever teasing me.”
Delighted with himself, Will only laughed like an invitation to indulge something more. He turned slightly, giving Mike a side view, long line of his spine, perky curved ass visible under the jacket still draped over elbows. He reached back palming one cheek, knowing Mike’s favourite parts of his body, squeezing just enough to make the flesh malleable.
Ropes creaked above, and Mike used force to be set free, but the rope didn’t budge, the knots hanging strong, “I’m going to fuck you stupid. Make you come so many times and then flip you around and do it again.”
Landing on his back again, Will retorted, breath hitching with a non-wavering smile, “Sounds perfect… Can’t wait,” a soft deliberate moan slipped out louder than needed to vibrate off the quaint walls.
Mike’s bound body jerked above him, “Will –”
Will didn’t respond, rather sucking on two fingers and dragging the slick tracing down his body until he reached his entrance, circling passively. He pushed deeper, scissoring gently and letting another mewl slip free – high and needy, clearly performative.
His free hand wrapped around his own length stroking in lazy pulls that matched the rhythm of his own fingers inside, each slide carried warm and wet; purposing his moans drawn out on purpose, “Oh Mike –”
Face turning crimson, sweat beaded at Mike’s temples, trying his best not to have a physical reaction.
Dark and gleaming, Will’s eyes flicked up as he added a third finger, theoretically rocking his hips to meet the tempo, thrusting up accompanied by lonely whines as his thumb pressed against the head on every upstroke. Pre-come smeared closely around knuckles – half-moan, half-laugh,
“Fuck I’m tight… but it’s not tight enough… I need something bigger.”
Pulling out, Will reached blindly beneath the bed like prepared beforehand, fingers closed around the base of a bottle of lube and a thick silicone dildo with noticeable girth and length. Will held it with both hands, pouty eyes that screamed submission, letting Mike see every veined inch; lubed up with both hands. He dragged the blunt along his inner thighs first teasing himself, then pressed it to his entrance.
A crawling moan rolled out as he pressed the coiled ridge inside.
“You’re testing my patience Will,” Mike groaned low at the sight. His cock visibly throbbed, once more leaking steadily and stretching to the sheets below.
“Why?” Will practised innocence, working the toy deeper, hips rolling in shallow circles as it entered halfway, pausing before pulling out and thrusting back in harder this time with a wrecked and gleeful cry, “Are you jealous cause it’s thicker than you Mike? Fills me up better too. Look… plastic’s doing what you’ve been begging to do for weeks.”
“You little…” Mike resisted the urge to curse, keeping his emotions in check as they reverberated within.
Breathless, Will pumped the dildo in a steady rhythm now, each thrust punctuating another obscene moan from his lips. His other hand flew over to his cock, sounds of lube and pre-come mingling with the greasing the slide inside of him.
“Bigger and harder,” he taunted between gasps, “and it doesn’t whine or beg. Maybe I don’t need you at all after this.”
Voice raw, Mike spoke low, the sight before him pooling emotion to his stomach, the sensation of falling with a rollercoaster, “I’ll show you exactly how much bigger and better I am than that stupid fucking toy.”
Genuine heat flashed in his eyes but Will didn’t dare falter, rather intensified with new burning passion – a determination that came from seeing his boyfriend so angry, so pent-up and needy. He slammed the dildo deeper.
The angle of the thick dildo tilted just right, the blunt head pressing hard against the spot that made his stomach flutter. His pouch of tummy tensed, then almost like confirmation, a soft swell punctured low from his belly.
The silicone stretched him wide enough that the outline pushed forward with each thrust – a clear bulge that rose and fell on pale skin.
“Look at this, s-see how it fills me?” Will stared down at it with delighted shock, pressing a flat palm over it just like Mike would normally do, but this time controlling his own sensations. It shifted beneath him and Will couldn’t resist a comment, “Your cock never does that. This plastic is ruining me better than you ever could.”
Face now burning in embarrassment and arousal to prove his boyfriend wrong, Mike’s jaw tightened until the vein threatened to pop. His cock throbbed painfully untouched, “You’re only digging your own grave… wait til I get my hands on you.”
Bratty, sharp and breathless, Will slammed the toy in harder, only turned on by the mild threats. The bulge nudged higher more pronounced as he masturbated his dick at such an angle to be more prominent.
Moans shifted from theatrical to raw, real whimpers punching out of him as the ridges of the dildo frothed with impending lube; it was thick and splitting him open, feeling it in his stomach. He chased pleasure, rocking forwards as his free hand ran up and down his shaft more vigorous.
“You’re gonna regret every word when I get down there. I’m gonna fuck that smug look right off your face.”
Will ignored him, twisting the dildo on the next thrust so the head ground against prostate. His back arched off the mattress with a lolled cry, eyes rolling to the back of his head. The bulge pulsed visible beneath his skin but he only pushed harder, feeling the toy move inside him.
He was shaking.
Sweat slicked to his chest, tracing tears down his stomach as his slapped snapped down on the dildo with brutal pounds. His cock bounced in time with the motion, leaking profuse with the hand trailing appendage. Moans turned constant and shameless, no longer performative as he reached the edge.
He slammed down on the dildo relentlessly hard – once, twice, three times as his thighs shook, toes curled into the sheets.
A high desperate whine built in his throat when his body locked up. His back arched and his head was thrown back, making sure to maintain eye contact with Mike, giving him a clear view of every emotion he was feeling in that moment. Come spurted across his stomach in thick ropes forceful and projected to paint his chest. He kept thrusting through it, now slower until he milked every last drop, after which dissolving at his shuddering legs trembled with weakness.
Moans filtered into softer, wrecked whimpers.
Slick and contaminated, Will slumped back with heaving chest, dildo still buried deep. His own cock lay semi-hard against his stomach, softening with a subtle remembrance. He looked up at Mike through sweat-damp lashes, lips curled into a lazy triumphant smirk.
“See? I told you it was so much better,” he rasped, dragging a finger through the mess on his stomach before lifting it to his mouth and sucking it clean with deliberate allure, “Try to top that big guy.”
“You’re mine,” Mike hung there red-faced and trembling, cock burning so hard it appeared as though that was the only place blood rushed to, “When these ropes come off, you’re fucking mine.”
In the afterglow, Will only laughed bratty and satisfied. He kept the dildo buried deep, letting it settle like a plug, feeling silicone stretch him wide as the base snug against his rim, keeping him full and open. Faint tremors ran through his thighs at the prevailing pleasure.
With two fingers, he dragged his fingers through the liquid on his stomach, painting his torso like a piece of modern art. Before long, he wiped them casually with the inside of the open letterman jacket, seeing wool absorb stickiness without protest – he smirked at the look on Mike’s face.
Will tugged the jacket over him, casually letting it pool him in a whirlwind of fabric; the sleeves hung loose and the collar dwarfed his flushed neck. He appeared composed now except the thick layer of sweat and the way his thighs trembled when he moved, not mentioning the obvious bulge from the plugged toy.
Softly turning, he rolled onto his stomach, subsequent pressure on the dildo from inside, letting out an involuntary whimper before he could catch it. Cheek rested on his folded arm, Will allowed the intrusion without discomfort, the jacket covering him up, brushing against bare skin, but purposely allowing his ass to peek through the bottom like temptation.
From the nightstand drawer he pulled out another toy – a real one this time. The Game Boy Mike had bought for their second anniversary – Will smiled imperceptibly soft at the memory; he did love his boyfriend… just sometimes he needed to know his place.
Buttons worn down from hours of use, Will flicked it on with his thumb, volume loud as the jingle rang out through air; one Will could listen to for hours a calming melody that pacified him into a calming state.
Ropes creaked above him, Mike growling with barely kept confusion; almost more annoyed by this level of casual temptation like nothing happened, than Will jerking himself off in front of him – this was a big middle finger disguised as nonchalance.
“You’re just gonna play Mario now? After all that?”
“Some people smoke, I Game Boy,”
Will joked, propping himself on his elbows, legs swinging as he thumbed the d-pad with practised ease. Mario jumped across the level even as Will fought against the game mechanics; he wasn’t the best fan of this version of the game, but he couldn’t deny how revolutionary it was playing a game like this on a portable hand-held.
“Besides we gotta pass the time somehow remember? You still got one more week before you can touch me; maybe I can get a high score in while you hang out there,” Will didn’t look up, flicking the A button as if he were still plugged full and leaking with lube and cum.
Still a tease.
“You’re the worst, the fucking worst. You hear me Will?” Mike groaned, head dropping till chin met chest.
Yawning like the conversation was too boring, Will squinted to hit the question block on screen, weight shifting that pressed the dildo harder against sensitive areas. A quiet whimper escaped his lips, “Level 4-2 is always a pain, don’t ya think?”
Unable to believe what he was hearing at a time like this, Mike almost cursed out loud, head snapping up from where it had hung in exhausted defeat; Did Will just completely ignore him?
“I love this game, but man did they make the goomba’s creepy as shit in this version… at least they are a little cute if you squint,” he rambled to anyone who would hear him.
“You’re seriously talking about graphics while I’m dying up here?” the ropes bit deeper into his wrists, but he didn’t miss the quiet tear from one side – it wasn’t much, barely anything.
Will didn’t look away from the game, instead hitting a question mark block and rushing for a star, but in haste he miscalculated a jump, sinking offscreen, “I forgot Mario falls like a rock in this game,” he mashed the buttons harder, voice rising in his own quells, “Don’t even get me started on the fire flower why does it bounce around like that? It’s not fun when it only bounces right in front of you.”
Mike’s teeth clenched so hard his jaw rattled, ache in his cock never-ending, “Are you kidding me? You’ve got a massive dildo shoved up your ass like it’s no big deal, you come while mocking my dick and now you’re bitching about game mechanics while I’m hogtied and blue-balled over one broken painting?”
“Life’s a bitch,” Will couldn’t resist a joke but he did compromise. Pausing the game he gave an expression of lazy innocence – he rolled to one side carefully not to dislodge the dildo and propped his head.
His eyes flicked over Mike’s suspended body – slick with sweat from his face to pecs to abs to even his dick; almost ferally straining an erection.
For a moment there was no noise, even the chipper beats of the video-game ceasing when the cartridge was paused, “Okay, you win this round… I’m willing to make a deal.”
“What?” Mike was taken aback.
“If you can free yourself from those ropes all by yourself. You can use me however you want. No more waiting, no more restraint; flip me, fuck me, spit-roast me. Whatever you want, I won’t stop you.” He shrugged a singular shoulder like the most casual thing in the world.
“You’re serious?”
“Dead. But the ropes are tight babe, think you can get out of them before I beat Tatanga?” Will’s voice dipped mockingly low; he’d fastened the cotton tight, double knotted and looped all over that he’d really have to work for it.
Mike’s muscles flexed against the bindings – shoulders rolling and biceps contracting. He grit his teeth and pulled harder. He struggled, masking with taunts he felt his own confidence, “I’ll get you out before you even think about saving Peach.”
“Daisy!” Will corrected offended, scoffing as he turned back onto his stomach, humming along with the returning music; he only agreed to Mike to lessen the number of complaints – no way was Mike getting out of them, he’d tested those ropes before for his artwork, they appeared thin and light but carried a mighty load.
Will almost felt bad.
Tunnel vision skewered Mike’s mind; he didn’t care about a character’s stupid name even if it were Will’s favourite. All he could think about was every denied touch, taunt, exacerbated moan and it coiled into a fury in his gut, igniting pure unbridled arousal.
He didn’t think, he only fought.
Shoulders rolled back violently and biceps bulged to the point of visible popping veins. The cotton groaned, fibres stretching to their release. It didn’t snap nor tear but an agonising disconnect, one fibre at a time.
Cotton groaned against his efforts, snapping with a sharp crack, his right arm tore free first, numb and shaking as it clawed the left, attacking yanking while ignoring the burning skin. The knots way in seconds as the ankles did the same, the lack binding ripped the rope at his ankles loose.
The beam overhead shuddered when he dropped.
Will’s Game Boy clattered to the pillows, twisted his head with widened eyes, genuinely shocked, “Holy shit, you actually broke them,” his voice cracked on the last words, no longer bratty as colour drained his cheeks.
Mike landed on the mattress on his knees between Will’s legs, breathing heavy like he’d finished a marathon. He caged Will in, perfect view of his plugged hole, “Told you I’d get free. Told you I’d show you.”
“Good one babe,” Will forcefully laughed, somewhat scared at the feral look in Mike’s eyes, but it was painted over ten-fold by the arousal spinning in his belly – his own cock returned to full mast.
“You mocked me. You said silicone was better. I’m going to prove you wrong right now,” Mike growled over him, one hand pushed Will’s back down while the other grabbed hold of the dildo. He leaned over, biting hard on Will’s collar, muttering in his ear, “I’ve waited two fucking weeks, I’m not letting you walk away tomorrow.”
He didn’t ask to be gentle, grabbing the base of the buried toy and yanking it halfway with a sharp pull. Will’s back arched against the head cementing him to the mattress. Mike shoved it back in, hard and deep without warning. The thick silicone stretching Will wide again, the ridges dragging against over-stimulated walls.
Will moaned into the pillows – Game Boy lost to pleasure.
“You like bigger, huh?” Mike grunted dangerous. He set a brutal pace, fucking Will with the toy like punishment making sure each thrust punched the air from his lungs, bulge in his belly poking the mattress with every slam, “Silicone fills you better doesn’t it, let’s see how much you like it now brat.”
Whimpers and whines muffled against the pillows in pain and pleasure as Mike twisted the dildo so the head rut against his prostate, making his cock leak fresh streaks against the sheet, “F-u-uck – Mike –”
“Too much babe?” Mike mocked compassion with Will’s earlier taunts, “You were screaming for more five minutes ago, isn’t this what you wanted?”
In and out, he rammed the toy in quick succession like a predator playing with prey, making the punishment last longer for no reason than because he could. Will’s legs shook beneath him, arching into the thrusts greedy despite the overstimulation – edging toward a release Mike didn’t think he earned.
Patience snapped as Mike ripped the dildo free in a rough motion, leaving only a wet slap of lube and Will’s mewl that demanded a block at the sudden emptiness. Before he could catch his breath, Mike grabbed his hip, lining his thick, dripping erection and slammed in till the base.
This stretch was different than a silicone toy – it had living, breathing life, throbbing inside his walls and controlled in a way foreign to his being. He yelped at the sudden intrusion, melting into a shuddering moan with every slicked-out thrust.
From behind, Mike wrapped one thick arm around Will’s throat, locking him in a firm headlock as he lifted his face from the pillows; his tensing biceps bulging against Will’s adam’s apple. He wasn’t choking rather constraining, pulse hammering as Mike’s other hand gripped Will’s hip tight pinning him in place.
“Am I reaching deep, huh?” he rasped against Will’s ear, pushing forward in punishing thrusts, hips snapping loud – flesh smacking flesh. He tightened his bicep, free hand caressing the bump in his stomach driving in hard again to rock Will’s body, “Feel that? That’s me, not your stupid fucking toy… do you understand?”
Eyes rolling back into his head, his mouth hung open on choked moans. Will’s fingers wrapped around Mike’s forearm, not pulling away but just clinging in such a way it made his pleasure-pain retained, “Mike – oh fuck yes.”
Feral, Mike fucked Will like a man starving for years. Deep and relentless, force made the bedframe groan punching new sounds from his beloved boyfriend: yelps, whimpers and broken pleas dissolved into nonsense. The headlock forced Will arched, chest heaving and prominent belly bulge under the hold.
“Tell me baby, is that fucking toy better than me?”
Gasping for air, Will shook his head frantic, tears pricking the corners of his eyes from the intensity; his voice broke when he tried to speak, cracking on a sob of pleasure, words coming out empty.
Mike tightened the headlock just enough to make Will gasp – rewarding and controlling in the same motion. He pounded deeper, hips grinding on every thrust, making sure Will felt every thick inch stretching him open. Will’s own cock bounced against his stomach, leaking steadily and smearing wet along sheets.
“You like being put in your place, huh?” Mike growled possessive, angling his hips to hit that spot dead-on, bulbous head forcing pleasure from Will’s desperate cry, body clenching hard against his cock.
“Mhm, please –” Will nodded in needy whimpers, pushing back despite the crushing weight, ass lifting to meet the next punishing drive.
“I thought you didn’t need me? I thought that stupid toy filled you better,” one hand slid up Will’s spine to fist in dark hair, yanking his head back just enough to expose his neck, “Say it. Say who owns this tight little hole.”
“You – you do,” Will choked in want.
Proud of himself, Mike shoved Will’s face down into the pillow, smothering the buzzed moans; fabric bunched under his cheek, biting into the softness as Mike shifted, planting one bare foot on the side of Will’s head, not firm nor cruel, but heavy enough to pin him there. Will’s muffled whimpers vibrated against cotton, clenching hard against the slick intrusion.
“No more running your fucking mouth, just shut up and take it,” Mike spat while grinding deep in circles that made Will’s toes curl. He pulled out almost all the way, then slamming back in till the hilt; a beating rhythm meant for breeding.
Offering his ass as a spiritual prize, Will clawed the sheets till his knuckles turned white and his cock leaked steadily against the mattress. Every thrust pushed him forward, face pressed hard into the pillow by the foot on his head; begging with his body when words failed.
Pressing his foot down a fraction harder, Mike kept Will exactly where he wanted, pace turning savage, “I’m gonna breed you full, so fucking full you’ll have my babies living inside of you.” He tightened his grip, slapped Will’s ass.
Mike’s fingers bruised Will’s hips, yanking him back with every downward stroke, feeling the fluttering walls around his length. A possessive heat consumed him in waves – two weeks of denial flipped feral and every thrust was another reminder of what he’d been refused.
Without a second of respite, Mike removed his foot and grabbed Will’s hair, flipping him to the side in a singular motion; mattress hard under combined weight. Legs tangled and breathing mattered, Mike didn’t bother easing in, only driving forward how he wanted.
One hand kept Will pinned beneath him while the other travelled upwards, forcing fingers past Will’s lips – first two, then a third, stretching the mouth wide. Instinctively, he felt Will sucking on the intrusion, taste buds running over and saliva pooling. Mike curled his fingers in a hooking motion to control the angle of his head.
“Who’s in control right now?” Mike rumbled a low question between punishing snaps; the answer came out gargled, muffled around Mike’s fingers – saliva dripped down his finger in reply, but Mike didn’t care, shoving his fingers deeper, “I said, who owns you?”
Lashes wet from pleasure, Will’s tongue worked overtime against the intrusion, trying to form a half-coherent sound, “Y’do –” he whimpered slurred, taking to the depths of his own mind.
Mike rewarded the answer with a slightly slower curl of his hips, barely noticeable at the pace of his feral edge, “And who decides to let you come?”
“You…” Will’s answer bordered incoherence, gagging softer when Mike’s fingers pushed deeper threatening to hit the back of his throat. Tear tracks stained his face and his body clenched hard around Mike’s cock, greedy despite the struggle.
“Good boy,” Mike finally slipped his fingers free, slick with foreign spit. He dragged them down the side of Will’s throat, smearing the mess across his body like decoration. The praise was rough and possessive. With that same hand, he wrapped it around Will’s throat to force his back onto the mattress – from the side to missionary in one controlling movement.
Not tight, nor squeezing.
Forced on his back with a quiet thud, Will’s legs splayed, chest screaming at him loud. His eyes were already glassy, pupils blown wide, unfocused in that hazy, post-orgasmic drift where every sensation felt dialled to eleven.
On instinct, his hands twitched down to his own burning erection leaking again with every thrust, but before he could get far, Mike caught both wrists in his free hand, pinning them both above Will’s head in one swift motion, fingers tighter than steel bands.
“Payback. You don’t get to touch, I’ll show you exactly how good my cock is,” Mike rut like a creature in heat, pinning Will flat beneath him, the new angle reaching deeper inside Will in such a way that made his stomach visibly swell with each press – there was what he was searching for.
Belly bulge.
“Would you look at that? I guess I can do more than that stupid toy ever gave you,” he didn’t bother with slowing down, seeing the outline pressed visibly like unclaimed checks, “You really thought a piece of silicone could do better than me?”
Head tilted back into the pillow, Will’s head tapped against the bedframe, a broken whimper escaping free as his throat worked from beneath his boyfriend’s grip, both controlling and gentle.
“I-I was wrong – damn it, Mike!” his wrists flexed uselessly against the pin, cock leaking steadily against his stomach, untouched and throbbing head, spreading wet trails against the soft pouch.
Hand removed from the throat, Mike brushed his thumb against the underside of Will’s jaw, gentle contrast to the iron grip he had before. He was turned on by how Will was shaking, loving every second being put into his place.
He rocked forward again, caressing down Will’s body until it flattened over Will’s lower stomach. Fingers splayed wide over the penetrating bulge, pressing down just enough to make Will feel the pressure from both sides.
“Please, please, please – I need this. Don’t stop.” Will’s toes curled against the lacy stockings, tears pricking from the overwhelming overloading situation.
“I never said I would.”
Will’s whole body arched under the grip, straining against the hold with a flicker of arousal of just how much stronger his boyfriend was. His throat bobbed as his eyes landed on Mike’s face, connection probably isn’t going to be easy for him.
Leaning forward until their foreheads touched, their breaths mingled. Mike snapped his hips forward, hard enough to break the air, punching oxygen from Will’s lungs. The bulge expanded with each thrust, obscenely undeniable. He kept Will full, swollen and begging for him until nothing else could compare.
“You’re close, I can feel it,” Mike smirked rough with satisfaction; around his cock, Will’s walls clenched tight, fluttering and constricting like his body reacting to intense emotions. He pressed down on Will’s lower belly with all his power, overstimulating him.
Cock heavy against his stomach forcefully untouched and leaking profusely, Will felt the head leaking thick, clear strands against his stomach. Every thrust pushed him further to the edge – stomach tensed, thighs trembling and toes curled.
“Gonna come for me, baby?” Mike murmured taunting; a loud smile that came from putting Will in his place, reminding him who exactly owned his body.
“Mhm…” Will nodded weakly beneath him and it made Mike feral in clenching arousal. He fucked short, brutal thrusts designed to hit the perfect angle and Will’s moans turned constant.
His eyes squeezed shut and tears slipped free underneath, mouth falling open at the unrelenting motion of the intrusion before he broke.
Violent and untouched, Will came hard, cock pulsing against his own stomach and chest in a forced arc, erupting white across naked flesh. The first spurt hit high, landing with hot force. His body convulsed and his entrance clenched around Mike’s length, milking him with every desperate pulse.
At the sight, Mike growled, thrusting through the orgasm and drawing it out until Will was shaking, oversensitive and whimpering, “Look at you, so fucking pretty like this.”
Mike peppered kisses down Will’s chest, licking off the seed that painted him.
Finally, he released Will’s wrists at last both hands flying to Will’s hips instead. Fingers dug into soft flesh, possessively bruising to lift Will’s lower body clean off the mattress into his lap, bouncing his hips up and down in short, brutal motions while Will stayed arched.
Back curved in a way that left his body bent in a bow, Will felt the length impale him wet and obscene in the quiet room. Will’s wrecked, dazed sobs begged further. His cock twitched uselessly after his release as Mike used him like this, bouncing him on his cock with raw, almost animalistic stretching. Will’s eyes rolled back, mouth drawn and eyes glassed out.
Hips cracking in a faltering rhythm, Mike’s voice dipped somewhere deeper than pure lust, “I missed how perfect you feel wrapped around me. Two weeks of nothing but watching you. I was losing my fucking mind.”
With one final bounce, Mike buried himself further till the hilt, grip tightening around Will’s hips hard enough to leave fingerprints as he came – deep and pulsing floods of sperm spilling inside, marking every inch Will taunted him with.
Now, he claimed Will inside and out.
Mike’s groan lasted long and guttural, shuddering breathing through the release, hips circling soft to push every drop deeper. They froze in that moment – Will’s back arched and Mike buried deep inside, breathing ragged in the exposed air.
Slowly, Mike pulled out careful now that the feral edge burned away. He softened inside Will with soft rocks before slipping free entirely. A thick trickle followed white and hot, sliding down their thighs and sticking to the mattress.
Beneath him, Will lay limp on his back, dazed and distant in a way that left his breathing chest doing all the motion. He didn’t move nor speak, just staring at the ceiling like floating dust painted a picture to distract him.
Post-orgasm clarity hit like a truck, replaced by an unrelenting gnawing worry that he’d been too hard. Did he go too far? He’d been rough and animalistic, releasing all his pent-up frustration over the past weeks – sure, Will had come untouched and he’d begged for it, but now… this silence felt wrong.
In the worst way possible.
“Hey, babe?” Mike murmured, voice softer than it had been in hours, drenched in a weary combat. He reached for a discarded towel nearby and gently wiped between Will’s thighs. Careful not to press too hard on the reddened, sensitive skin, he felt how Will didn’t flinch but also pull away; he just let his legs fall open wider.
Mike cleaned the mess from his stomach next, then his chest and collar, dabbing soft against the cocktail of sweat, saliva and his own seed; it was everywhere. Will’s skin painted like an open canvas; white from fluids and flushed pink from marks Mike inflicted.
“You okay?” Mike swallowed, cleaning his face with a damp wipe from the nightstand – softer than ever to wipe away tear tracks.
No answer returned, only the quiet unfurling emotion of Will’s heavy breathing. Mike didn’t waste too much time wiping himself down with the same towel, taking considerably less care to be gentle.
Instinctive, he discarded the towel and slid into the bed pulling Will carefully into his arms who was still quivering from the lasting aftershock. Pure and pliable, Will didn’t react as he was tucked against Mike’s chest and that feared him more than anything.
Cradling his boyfriend, Mike kissed Will’s hair, whispering a quiet apology into the messy tufts, “I’m sorry. I got carried away. I should have slowed down, I hope I didn’t hurt you… please just say something… please?”
Another long passage of silence signified by the ticking clock; ten whole seconds of their bated breathing. Will shifted just enough in the hold to get comfortable, pressing his head into the crook of Mike’s neck, exhaling warm against glistening skin.
“You could have been harder.”
Mike froze.
“I barely felt it if I’m being honest,” Will’s voice was hoarse and wrecked from moaning, but his voice dripped pure mischief, “After all that build up, I thought you were gonna wreck me… disappointing really.”
Pulled back to be eye-to-eye, Mike looked down at his boyfriend’s swallowed lips, seeing them twitch upwards into a familiar bratty smile; he was rage-baiting him… on purpose.
And it was freaking working.
“You little…” Mike exhaled a shaky breath, unable to finish the words as relief spread over first; at least Will wasn’t angry with him.
“–what?” Will feigned innocence, eyes widened in their familiar lightheartedness suppressing the urge to giggle, “All this talk about putting me in my place and that was all you got? You could’ve at least let me play with my Game Boy if it was going to be that weak, babe.”
Half-amused and half-flushed, Mike caught Will’s wrists – one in both hands – and rolled them so Will was pinned beneath him; not rough this time, just close and possessively, weirdly safe.
The first kiss landed on the tip of Will’s nose.
Will’s eyes fluttered up still a little glassy, cheeks flushed and lips parted like he might say yet another bratty remark, but Mike didn’t give him the opportunity.
Another kiss pecked his cheek, then moving to the other. Small, silly pecks like dotting stars across Will’s face.
“Mike –” Will half-giggled.
Mike ignored him. Kissing the bridge of his nose, then his forehead and both eyelids soft enough that the lashes fluttered his sensitive lips. Will squirmed beneath trying to turn his head, but Mike attacked harder, kissing the corner of Will’s mouth and his temple.
“That tickles, you idiot –” Will huffed a real laugh this time.
Affectionate and downright silly, Mike pulled back slightly just enough to gaze upon his boyfriend’s warmed expression, now unguarded a smile.
“I missed hearing you laugh like this.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Will managed a breathless smile.
Before Will could fire back with yet another snarky comment, Mike lowered himself in its entirety – chest to chest, hips to hips and legs intertwining. His full weight pressed down over Will, no holding back just a blanketing force.
“You giant, you’re crushing me!” Will dramatically grumbled muffled against Mike’s broad shoulder.
Only cementing himself further, Mike slid his arms under Will’s back to cuddle him close, now restricting all movement but this time in a softer and sensitive way. His fingers dug in to make sure Will couldn’t leave if he wanted to.
“Big oaf,” Will groaned again, but didn’t resist, merely rolling his eyes like this were some minor inconvenience. Mike’s weight pressed him into the mattress, no more claiming words in the comfort of their own bodies.
Absentmindedly Will traced shapes along the side of his boyfriend’s bare body.
Mike pressed one last kiss soft to Will’s temple, barely a peck.
“Love you,” he whispered.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Will kept up his bratty facade for only a second more before softening, “I guess I love you too.”