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Will feels his eyelids being pulled shut by the tiredness that washes over him. His chin is cupped in the palm of his hand as he lays on his stomach on the carpet in front of the couch; the TV drones on in the background, the name of the movie Mike and him had gotten from Family Video forgotten in the recesses of his mind.
They've spent most of the summer together, one last hurrah before the shackles of college close around them. Of course they've spent time hanging out with the other members of the Party, but once they'd gotten their heads out of their asses and realized that their feelings for each other were reciprocated, they'd kind of been exiled by the rest of the group with how much PDA they started to engage in. It didn't help that Mike's Alpha instincts went into some form of overdrive now that he knew he had an Omega to care and provide for, often snarling at them before Will would smack his chest to knock him out of it. (It's not like he was any better though, often hissing at the others even though they were all Alphas when they'd get too close to Mike.)
He feels his eyes drift shut again for a moment, then a shiver runs up his spine as he feels Mike's fingers run over the skin of his thigh that's on show from his shorts. He's gentle even as he curls his fingers inward enough to scrape his nails over his thigh.
"Mmm," Will hums out, the action almost lulling him into sleep right then and there. He can smell his scent unfurling through the air, the sharp notes of petrichor mixed with the undercurrent of vanilla; it mixes with Mike's muskier scent of sandalwood with its traces of burnt sugar.
"You falling asleep, baby?" Mike asks, voice soft. "It's only the afternoon."
"Mm, I know. Just randomly sleepy," Will answers, prying his eyes open and shifting his head to hold his cheek within his palm as he turns to look at Mike. He's thankfully gotten rid of that horrible hairstyle his mom had pushed onto him during those last few months of school, allowing his curls to lay freely. It suits him way better than the gelled back look, and he reaches his other hand out to pull on one of the curls that swoops across his forehead. It bounces back into place as he lets go of it, and he musters a smile up at it.
"The movie not interesting?" Mike questions, his fingers resuming their teasing.
"Oh, shush. I know you're not really paying attention to it either," Will laughs, poking Mike's cheek.
"You're right. I'm not." The corner of Mike's mouth quirks up as he admits it.
"Yeah? What are you paying attention to?"
Mike's lips fully curl up into a smile at Will's prodding, and he removes his hand from Will's thigh. It finds its place on Will's face, his thumb brushing over Will's cheekbone before trailing down to his lips. Will lets it pull at his bottom lip, and he exhales, feeling the tip of Mike's finger dip into his mouth. It passes over his teeth and presses onto his tongue, and Will tastes the muted natural saltiness on the pad of it.
He finds himself more awake than before as he flattens his tongue to lap at the digit. He closes lips around it, sucking slightly at it and fully soaking it in his spit. He watches as Mike's pupils seem to dilate, darkening his irises as the Alpha stares at him. He sucks his finger to the first knuckle, tongue continuing to pulsate against it before Mike pulls it back. He's always enjoyed Mike's fingers, looking at them, having them touch him. His hands are bigger and fingers longer than his, the joints of them prominent compared to how stouter and fuller Will's are.
A wet squelch sounds when Mike removes his thumb fully from Will's mouth, and he rubs it over Will's bottom lip, coating it in his saliva.
"Is that all you were thinking about?" Will asks raspily. Mike simply smiles at him as he pushes his thumb slightly back in, tilting it to catch his nail on Will's fang. Will lifts his tongue to tap it against Mike's finger, trying to regain his focus to the unanswered question that hangs between them.
"What do you think?"
Will huffs out a laugh and Mike retracts his finger again, though this time he removes his hand too. He places it back on Will's thigh—this time rubbing it upward under the hem of his shorts and resting on the beginning curve of his ass. His thumb is damp as he rubs small circles into Will's skin, edging right along the hem of his underwear.
Will's free hand moves down and wraps around Mike's wrist gently.
"Something else?" Will's voice is quieter and hesitant. He knows Mike always listens to him, but he always finds himself worried that this will be the time he gets annoyed. He can feel himself hardening and starting to get wet, but he doesn't exactly feel like taking his boxers off right now and having full on sex.
"Yeah, of course," Mike replies tenderly as he moves his hand away. "What do you wanna do?"
Will takes a moment to consider as he continues to hold his chin within his hand and keeps his other around Mike's wrist, recreating the dark-haired boy's earlier action by rubbing his own circles into Mike's skin. He could have Mike finger him or eat him out, but he finds today he'd rather give to Mike.
"Can you go sit on the couch?"
Mike stares at him for a second before he nods, pushing himself off the floor to pad over to it. Will just observes the lankiness of Mike's legs, paler than his. He burns way too easily, Will having had to drag him out from Lake Jordan (the other two bodies of water were a no-go considering certain events) when they'd gone swimming to slather more sunscreen over him even as he fussed; even with Will's diligence, there's still small splotches of sunburn on both his knees as he plops himself onto the couch. Will finds himself smiling fondly at it before he pushes himself up as well—except he doesn't stand. Instead, he crawls over to Mike on his hands and knees and watches Mike's eyes grow wide, his scent becoming heavier.
He pulls himself into a sitting position, settling onto his haunches as he places his hands on Mike's thighs and feels the light dusting of hair on them underneath his palms.
Mike's hands move from where they'd been splayed on the cushions to lay on top of Will's.
"Are you sure?" He asks, voice as soft as it can go as he stares down at Will.
Will's only given Mike a handful of blowjobs. The first one had been a disaster, to put it mildly, considering the whole thing with Vecna. Mike had quickly pulled him off when Will had mentally tapped out after a mere minute.
Pros of getting a vine shoved down your throat for an unknown amount of hours? No gag reflex. Cons? Not being able to handle anything wet or slimy and/or girthy in one's mouth.
Still, after a few more times, he's found himself able to actually do it without dissociating once Mike's dick hits the back of his throat. It's become easier considering it's Mike—in him, and around him. He's always so careful with Will when it comes to this. He'll put a hand on the back of Will's neck, gentle as he protects his nape while his thumb plays with the baby hairs that curl down; with the third time, that had been enough to send Will into a hazy head space, limbs weak as Mike had pulled him up onto the bed and formed a makeshift nest until he'd surfaced.
Will peers up at Mike through his lashes the way he knows the Alpha likes, and sees him suck in a deep breath.
"Yeah. I'm sure, Mike," he finally responds. Mike nods and slowly removes his hands from Will's, letting him take the lead. He moves his hands upward, hooking his fingers under the hem of Mike's shorts and boxers. Mike lifts his hips, allowing him to shimmy the pants down enough for Mike's dick to spring free. He's only half erect, which Will plans to rectify. He removes one hand from the edge of the clothing to wrap it around the top of Mike's length, his thumb coming up to rub at the head of it. It's already slightly damp from the small bit of precum that's leaked from his slit—which Will runs his thumb over, bending his finger to have his nail graze the sensitive skin there.
Mike lets out a short hiss at the feel, but Will watches as his dick twitches from the attention and starts to fully harden as Will continues to tease.
He leans it towards him as he shuffles a tad bit closer to the couch, and purses his lips to place a gentle kiss on Mike's tip. He feels the little pearls of cum smudge against his lips, coating them and causing them to become more moist.
He parts his mouth and breathes out slowly, letting the warm air brush over Mike's dick and watching as it twitches under the near non-existent stimulation.
"Will…," Mike whines, one of his hands coming up to rest on his own thigh, his fingers curling in as if to stop himself from reaching out to grab the Omega. Will peers up at Mike again and slowly lowers his head, enveloping just the tip between his lips. He can feel the heat of Mike's dick as it presses into the smooth underside of his lips, resting against his teeth as he simply holds it there. He can feel saliva pooling as he waits.
"Will, please," Mike pleads, the skin under his fingers turning even paler with the pressure he forces down onto his thigh. Will smiles and decides to relent, opening his mouth wider and lowering his head bit by bit. His teeth scrape carefully against the soft skin of Mike's dick, and he hears the Alpha let out a groan at the sharp pinpricks Will leaves in his path. He takes in the salty taste of Mike as he slides over his tongue with ease.
He continues to sink further down Mike's length, and as he does so, Mike finally allows himself to touch Will. His hand cautiously settles on the brunet's nape, and Will lets out a short hum of satisfaction at the warm weight as his nose finally meets the dark patch of pubes that curls around the base of Mike's dick. He's moved his hand to sit on Mike's knee, another way to ground himself.
He sits for a moment, allowing himself to adjust to the familiar shape of Mike's cock within his throat. He may have no gag reflex, but Mike is still big—which he loves. He takes in the heavier sandalwood musk that permeates the air being this close to his Alpha as he inhales through his nose. He can feel himself begin to drool as his jaw stays open around Mike.
"Jesus Christ," Mike says, voice low and edging on raspiness. "You're so beautiful. Doing so well, taking all of me."
Will feels himself flush at the praise, blinking shyly as he glances at Mike then back down. Once he feels as if he's adjusted enough and he's wet his Alpha's dick enough, he lifts his head back up, hollowing his cheeks out as he suckles at Mike.
He begins to work himself up and down his dick, Mike's hand gentle and still against his neck as his bobbing picks up a steady rhythm. He lets the head of Mike's dick hit against the roof of his mouth occasionally, hearing him moan at the feel before he's swallowed down all the way. He can feel his own core filling with warmth, tightening at how good it feels to please Mike like this.
Groans, slurps, and stuttered praise fill the basement as Will continues to blow Mike, saliva dripping from the corners of his lips and completely coating Mike's dick and flattening some of his curly pubes as it dribbles onto it. Will's hand eventually makes its way back to holding the base of Mike's dick so his teeth—and fangs—don't bump and graze his skin as often, even though Mike lets out a mixture of pained and pleased grunts at it.
Will can feel his own boxers having become wet as slick has leaked out of him the entire time he's blown Mike, and his dick aches and strains against the cotton. His mind has started to become fuzzy though, solely focused on satisfying his Alpha. His own pleasure is secondhand.
The base of Mike's dick has begun to bulge, his knot forming under Will's palm. Will's lips hit his own hand as he takes Mike almost fully again, spit soaking his curled fingers.
"Fuck, you're doing so good, baby. Your—hagh—mouth is so soft, so pretty. Fuck, what'd I do to deserve—hngh—an Omega like you?"
More slick leaks out of him at the continued praise, and he moans, vibrations running through Mike's cock and causing the other boy to moan in tandem. He removes his hand as he takes Mike's length completely into his mouth again. He has to widen his jaw further to take in his knot as it continues to expand from Will's ministrations.
It doesn't take long though for Mike's words to cut off, only groans and moans escaping from his mouth now, signaling he's reaching his peak. Will glances up at him, sees his head thrown back and curls splayed across the back of the couch as the Alpha's hips buck slightly; he keeps himself as flush against the couch as possible though, letting Will continue to dominate the field.
Will finds himself slowing as he minutely pulls himself out of the foggy head space he's begun to settle into to consider. He usually lets Mike come on his face or will simply fist him to completion, letting his cum trickle onto his own hand, with Mike worried about keeping himself inside Will's throat longer than needed. This time, though, Will finds he wants to keep Mike inside of him as he comes. With his eyes trained on Mike, he picks up his pace and can feel the dark-haired boy's cock pulse against his tongue; Mike's chest starts to heave, his groans pitching slightly lower as Will pops off of him to give himself a moment of rest, still lapping at the underside of his cockhead.
Mike being so distracted allows Will to lick at him then sink back down onto Mike one last time. He feels the other's knot press against the back of his teeth and that's enough to send Mike over the edge. The Alpha's fingers tighten on his neck as a long, drawn out moan drifts out from him.
The feel of Mike completely within his mouth and feeling the spurts of cum hit the back of the throat is also enough to send Will over the edge right along with Mike. He tries to swallow everything Mike gives him, even as his eyes roll slightly and lashes flutter.
His own dick twitches and hole clenches as he comes untouched. He muddily thinks his underwear (and probably shorts) are completely ruined by all the slick and cum that spurts out of him.
"Holy shit," Mike grunts out above him, voice gravelly. "Fucking- Just, holy shit, Will."
He hears Mike shift, most likely to look at him, then feels him stiffen under his hand from where it fell back onto his thigh.
"Oh, shit. Shit," Mike says, his hand still tight around Will's nape before releasing. Will hazily peers up at his Alpha, mind struggling to figure out why his scent has soured.
"Will- Shit, can you-?" Mike murmurs, moving his hand to try and cup Will's cheek. He feels Mike's palm placed only partially onto his cheek with how there's barely any space between the brunet and Mike's groin. Will hums at the same time Mike tries to push him upward, and the Alpha hisses at both sensations. Will stays in place, letting out a low, disgruntled noise as his teeth hit Mike's knot and tug at it.
"Sorry. Sorry, baby. Shit." Will lets his scent unfurl even more, trying to calm his Alpha as he continues to fret over whatever his captured his concern. His hand moves slightly on Mike's thigh, trying to rub soothing circles into it even as it trembles from how weak he feels after his orgasm.
"You're such a good Omega to me, god," Mike mutters, his thumb matching Will's movement as it rubs circles into his cheek. Will shimmies in place, delighted at the compliment and contact. He flicks his tongue against Mike's softening length, hearing the Alpha let out a muffled sound.
"Are you okay?" Mike finally asks. That snags more of Will's attention, his gaze traveling to Mike's face. The dark-haired boy's brows are drawn together, some of his dampened curls plastered to his face, which as worry written clear across it as he stares down at Will. Will hums again, this time as if asking Why wouldn't I be?
"Sweetheart… Um, I… knotted your mouth. We've never done that before," Mike explains softly. Will lets out a little sigh and nuzzles into Mike's hand, the words going through one ear then out the other. He feels content at the position he's in—at having made his Alpha feel good and being able to keep him inside.
"Okay…" Mike lets out a fond yet exasperated sigh. He feels Mike's fingers brush through the strands of hair that stick to Will's temple, the action lulling him back into his previous sleepiness. "You seem fine."
Will makes a noise in the back of his throat that transitions into a whine as he feels Mike's knot begin to reduce in size. He hears Mike let out a sigh of relief, his other hand coming to cradle Will's other cheek as he carefully pulls him off his dick.
Will feels himself pouting, lips completely drenched in spit. He watches as Mike takes care to tuck his dick back into his underwear, then turns his focus back on Will, who's still kneeling on the ground.
"Come here, baby," Mike urges him, leaning forward to grasp Will's shoulders as he ushers him up and into his lap. Will is careful as he clambers into Mike's lap, taking care to not squish Mike's privates as he presses himself into his Alpha as much as possible, lids sinking as he lays his head in the crook of Mike's neck.
"You were such a good Omega. You did so good, baby. You took all of me—even my knot. Such a good boy."
Will lets out a giggle that almost borders on delirious as he feels his whole body run hot at the praise. Mike laughs with him.
"You get silly like this, huh?" Mike says, and Will feels his arm curl around his back to hold him in place, fingers running through his hair as Mike's other hand comes up to do so. Will feels something build in his chest before his lagging mind realizes he's purring. He's absolutely content and euphoric as Mike continues to hold him.
His lashes flutter against Mike's skin and he hears the Alpha laugh again at the tickling.
"Sleepy again? That's okay. I'll be here when you wake up. Get some rest."
With that, Will lets his lids fall shut as he breathes in Mike, a sense of tranquility completely filling him.