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He's been at it for so long his wrist is starting to cramp.
Mike's not much better off, to be fair. He's shiny with sweat, gripping the sheets for dear life, breathless like he's the one pounding three fingers into the tightest asshole known to man-
"Fuck, Will, please-"
It's all worth it, of course. Will thinks this might be his new favourite hobby, actually. Ever since he found Mike's prostate, he's been toying with the poor boy like a Bop It, as evidenced by what can only truly be described as a puddle of precum pooling on his belly. Will dips a fingertip into it, drags it down to rub against the hypersensitive head of Mike's cock. He keens, back arching, head thrown back-
Yeah. Will could do this all day.
"God, come on," Mike whines, eyes shining under the light of his bedside lamp. "I'm ready- I've been ready f-for- ngh-"
Will grins a little maniacally, wonders briefly why he was ever afraid of this part of himself. This part of his personality that revels in control, in calling the shots, in shaping things with his bare hands. He curls his fingers one last time- for good measure -before pulling them out, making sure to tug at Mike's rim a bit on the slide out, earning himself a gasp for his efforts.
"Just making sure I don't hurt you," Will mutters, ostensibly sweet, though the glare Mike shoots his way confirms the act isn't working.
"You're killing me," he says, the drama queen, making Will laugh quietly. Mike can't fight the smile he feels instinctively forming in response, bringing his shaky hands up to pull Will down for a kiss that doesn't stay sweet for long, turning filthy the moment he licks into the other's mouth. The angle pulls their bodies closer together, and when he bites Will's lip, his hips stuttering in response, Mike can feel his hardness against his own. "Fuck- c'mon, c'mon, now-"
"Relax," Will exhales, pulling back to take himself in hand and look at where he's aiming. This all seemed so much simpler in theory, just- dick in hole, easy peasy, but. Well.
Mike's a lot skinnier up close. And while Will's not, like, huge, he isn't exactly small. On the thicker side of average, maybe, just-
God, he's just a little terrified he'll tear Mike in half with his dick. Which would be humiliating, obviously. But, also, Mike's whimpering and fidgeting and trying to pull Will in by a leg wrapped around his waist, so, fuck, he's just gonna have to take it slow and pray Mike's not actually made of glass.
"Ha-ah!" Mike yelps, his whole body going taut the moment Will's dick breaches him. It's just the head, barely, but it already feels insurmountable. Still, he wants more, wants all of it, wants Will, now, fucking yesterday, so he pulls him closer yet.
"Fuuuck," Will whines through his teeth buried in his bottom lip, pushing forward slowly, but refusing to stop. Mike's nails dig into his shoulders so hard he thinks he's going to break the skin, but it hardly matters. Will clenches his eyes shut as the sheer pleasure chokes everything else out of focus, and then-
And then his hips are pressed up against the backs Mike's thighs, and he can let out the breath he didn't realise he was holding. When he finally manages to open his eyes, he looks down between them, at where he can see their bodies colliding. He shifts his weight, deaf to the panting, half-hearted cries Mike's unable to suppress, and does a double take.
He squints. Blinks. Moves a little-
Has to fight back a scream.
"Wh-what's wrong?" Mike asks, entirely breathless, looking down at Will. He's shaking with the effort of holding back his orgasm, and he doesn't know how much longer he can keep it up, so Will needs to get his shit together and start moving if he's-
"Oh my god," Will utters, shifting to hold himself up with one arm. He brings his free hand down Mike's side, wraps it around his tiny fucking waist, brushes his thumb over the- the fucking outline of his own cock.
Mike Wheeler is so god damn skinny Will can see his dick from the outside.
"Oh, fuck-!"
Will looks up just in time to catch Mike's eyes screwing shut, having apparently come to the same realisation and immediately getting catapulted into an earth-shattering climax. And Will didn't even have to touch him, didn't need to so much as move, just sitting inside him and shaking with rapidly fraying restraint, falling apart as he watches Mike squirm and twitch. It goes on for several minutes, just barely tapering off in time for Will to come back to himself, grunting when he realises Mike's pulsating around him.
He means to pull out, sitting up on his haunches and gripping Mike's thighs for balance, but it just makes the bulge in his abdomen even more obvious, which- Jesus Christ. It's obscene. Will has to shut his eyes and breathe deeply to try to will away the feral, animal need growing within, the one desperate to take and take and take.
And then Mike's wrapping a weak hand around his wrist. And when Will looks back down, he can't help noticing the fact that Mike's got cum all the way up to his neck.
"Do it," Mike mumbles, desperation suddenly mounting, even as his erection flags gradually. "Do it. C'mon, Will, just- f-fuck me, I can take it, I can-"
He's honestly a little doubtful, but the look in Will's eyes makes him want nothing more.
Will agrees easily. Wordlessly, he pulls his hips back, Mike grunting in the ensuing sensation of emptiness, before nearly screaming when he pushes back in. He throws his head back, cock twitching in confused pleasure and overwhelm as Will begins fucking him. His fingers dig into Mike's thighs, blunt points of pain that'll bruise for days, currently serving as an anchor.
Will clings to him as he ruts back and forth, watching with rapt attention as tears spring forth from Mike's eyes unbidden. He's jerking around wildly with every thrust, unable to do anything more than take it, letting out these high-pitched, reedy yelps and cries between wet gurgles as his own saliva pools in his open mouth. He's reaching out and grasping at any part of Will he can reach, clawing angry, red lines down his shoulders and arms.
Will doesn't think twice about it. Just wraps his fist around Mike's half-hard dick and starts stroking, the glide smooth from his previous orgasm. It's too much, a sensation so sharp it's nearly painful, but it's perfect, and Mike's wailing at the top of his lungs now. He's crying and babbling nonsense, legs kicking and hips twitching every which way.
He cums again, the buildup nonexistent this time, like he's just run face-first into a solid brick wall. The rapidfire, disjointed pulsing of the muscles surrounding him, paired with the sight of his cock reshaping Mike's insides, has Will hitting his peak so hard it knocks the wind out of him. He curls in on himself, still hammering away into Mike's aching body as he wraps himself around the other. He bites down on Mike's shoulder to muffle his own cries, unthinking and uncaring of how the blood vessels beneath pale skin break so easily.
When it's over, Will all but melts, keen to collapse against his partner and sleep for, like, a million years.
But he's a good, responsible boyfriend, so he pushes himself up to rest his weight on his elbows. He glances up at the dreamy, far-off look on Mike's face, takes in the way his eyes can't seem to focus and he's still breathing through his mouth. The way his lips are still shiny with drool, his cheeks stained red and glittering with drying tear tracks. Will bites his lip to stop himself from smirking, silently proud of how much of a mess he managed to reduce Mike to.
"Hey," he whispers, flicking his nose against Mike's. The boy goes a little cross-eyed when he tries to meet his gaze, making Will giggle softly. Mike smiles, fucked stupid and unguarded by even the most deeply ingrained shames.
"Hi," he breathes. Closes his eyes and puckers his bitten-red lips. Will can't deny him, pressing himself fully against the taller boy, top to toe, their lips mashing together into something too messy to be considered a kiss, just sweet enough to be perfect for them.
When he pulls back, Will watches intently as Mike blinks, as if in a daze, back into focus. He's still smiling. Still exhausted.
Still Mike. Which, of course, means that there is no shortage of mischief afoot.
"Wanna go again in the shower?"
Will snorts. Buries his face in the other's neck. Nips at the fragile skin under his lips.
"Yeah," he answers honestly, a lilt in his voice. "Then I'll wash your hair."