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Will blinks his eyes open, finding himself staring at near-darkness. Jet-black hair brushes against his nose, tickling him.

Will feels slender fingers roam over his body, caressing his bare skin as the mattress rocks below him, sensation blooming in his lower core. He whimpers at the pleasant stimulation, realizing with a shock what’s happening in the scene around him.

Mike.

Will groans louder at the revelation as his boyfriend fucks into him, sliding his hands down to place them under Will’s knee, pushing it upwards to shift the angle. Will instinctively spreads his other leg wider to accommodate Mike’s thrusts, earning him soft, heated kisses on his eyelids, his nose, his cheek, his lips.

“You’re so sweet, Will, so good for me,” Mike breathed into Will’s gasping mouth. “Always so fucking good, baby, holy shit.”

Will preens at the praise, his own dick twinging as he moans louder and drags his palms over Mike’s back, nails digging into the skin at a particularly hard drag over his prostrate.

“Mphn— Mike—“

“I know, I know, you can handle it,” Mike soothes. He drops his head down into the crook of Will’s neck, sucking at the skin, panting, biting. Spit slides onto Will’s collarbone. “Shit, Will.”

Will arches his back, shivering. Mike takes the opportunity to run his free hand down the side of Will’s torso, latching his thumb onto one of the hardened pink nubs on Will’s chest, rubbing it up and down in the way that he knows Will loves. Will yelps Mike’s name, hugging his arms under Mike’s armpits and grasping at his shoulders. “Nhhn—more, fuck— Mike, please! Fuck me harder!”

Mike takes a long drag of his hips out of Will’s hole, making Will whine at the loss of his boyfriend’s huge cock. Will’s eyes has just begun to well up with tears as Mike abruptly thrusts back inside, jolting Will against the headboard as Mike continues and picks up his pace. Will’s pitch climbs, voice coming out in short uh, uh, uh, uhs.

“You want it, baby? You want my cock that bad?” Will nods frantically, drool rolling down his chin. “Yeah, just take it, just like that.”

Will tries to focus on the light pouring from the crack underneath the bedroom door.

And Will takes, and takes, and takes, until—

He gasps, and his eyes fly open. He takes a moment to calm his breathing.

There is a faint light seeping through the door. He’s just in Mike’s bedroom.

The memory floods back into Will’s mind.

Except—he’s currently just in bed, freshly (or filthily, more like) woken up. Noticeably not having sex with Mike. Noticeably, also, is his dick featuring an incredible boner.

His confusion is short-lived.

Oh my god.

He covers his face with his palms, flushing red in embarrassment. I’m 22 years old and having wet dreams about my boyfriend.

A boyfriend that never even fails to tend to him, always making sure to make Will feel good and never neglecting Will’s needs in that department. Why is he having dreams of something he doesn’t have a lack of?

And sure, Will has already had quite a few shares of mildly lewd dreams about Mike. But definitely not like this. At most, he’d be flirting and playing around with Mike in them, usually one or the other missing just a few articles of clothing and both of them exchanging filthy words in the corridors of their shared apartment. These dreams reference his and Mike’s regular, private interactions, never really going as far as they realistically would in the waking world before Will gets sucked into another dream scenario or out of sleep.

Either Will is a insatiable and worthy of total mortification as punishment for his horny greed, or Mike has been spoiling him too much that his body is begging for him even in sleep.

Will shifts slightly, trying to move himself into a more comfortable position. Which clearly was a bad idea, as he’s now hyperaware of the presence of his hard-on rubbing against the soft skin of his boyfriend’s bare thigh, currently resting in between Will’s own legs as the two men, both clad in only their boxers (except Will with a soft, white cotton t-shirt on, which probably belongs to Mike anyway), cuddle up against each other.

The stimulation makes Will jerk, and he groaned quietly, but he doesn’t move away. Instinctively, he chased the pleasure, moving his hips closer.

He stops himself. He looks up at Mike’s not-so-peaceful face, brows scrunched up like he always does when he’s in deep sleep. His dick pulses at the sight of how handsome Mike looks while he’s resting—but he also lets out a soft giggle. Mike’s scrunching eyebrows always makes him look so angry. It endears Will every time, but it also slightly worries him—he should probably look into that more just in case there’s some kind of underlying condition causing it.

Will traces his eyes down the slope of Mike’s nose, which lands on the fullness of his lips, relaxed and a little parted.

Will remembers the feeling of those lips on his face and on his neck in the dream. Remembers how they feel on other parts of his body, his chest, his dick, his ass, sometimes—how it feels in reality, because Mike touching him and fucking him isn’t just a fantasy.

Will shudders. Mike is just so, so good to him, it’s no wonder he’s seeking more.

He remembers the conversation he had with Mike
a few weeks ago, where he had actually requested for Mike to fuck him when he gets home that night even if Will was too tired or asleep. They’ve both been so busy (with work or at school), Will was starting to get a little frustrated—evidently, Mike had been too, even though he was putting on an act of being “unaffected” by their recent lack of sex, later on saying, quote, You’ve been so caught up with your projects, I just didn’t want to bother you with that, you know—in case you were too tired to do it.

As if Will could ever be bothered by sex with Mike, let alone to be too tired to want it. (This dream being extremely evident proof of that, too. Oh, gosh.)

In any case, Mike, ever the enthusiast, had agreed to it (Will swore he could almost see a tail wagging behind him), but not without a barrage of clarifying questions to assure himself of Will’s comfort and safety and that this is indeed what Will wants.

After Will woke up with an orgasm and Mike’s dick softening inside his ass, sated and ready to fall back asleep again, Mike nosed Will on the cheek and told him he can return the favor any time if he wants. Will hasn’t had the opportunity to take him up on that offer just yet.

Presently, Will decides to press closer, needing more of that pressure against his bulge. A noise slips out before he could stop himself. “Mm—mngh…”

He’s never been able to quiet himself during sex, except maybe the few times he had uselessly attempted to do so during their first couple of times, fumbling and messing around with embarrassment reddening both of their bodies.

He later learned that Mike loves the sounds he makes. The more they had sex and the more confident Mike became, the more he doesn’t let this go unknown. He’s consistently made sure that he makes Will become as vocal as possible every time.

Mike isn’t even awake and he’s coaxing noises out of Will. God.

In a way, Will almost doesn’t want to be quiet. He wants to follow what Mike always wants him to do, even when he isn’t awake to see him obey. He just wants to be good for Mike.

But even more so does he not want to wake Mike up. He’s actually been working extra hard lately, devoting extra hours into his part-time job even with his classes on top of it, not to mention working away at his novel (which he still refuses to show Will, by the way, no matter how much Will gripes at him.) He needs the rest. Will feels bad for even using him like this, but he swears he’ll make it up to Mike when he wakes up.

He just needs him so bad right now.

After a few seconds of him catching his breath and making sure he didn’t accidentally wake Mike, he starts rubbing again, half of his stomach on the mattress and half on the side of Mike’s body.

The position makes his cock grind upwards closer to Mike’s own dick, and he doesn’t want to be too much (as if he’s not being “too much” already), so he moves his body lower, feeling his perineum brush against Mike’s knee through his boxers—boxers that Will feels getting increasingly damp from where his tip is pressing against the front, wet spot growing as Will releases more pre-cum.

Will grinds his dick harder, just a little faster, hand grasping at the sheets in between the small gap between the two of them. The pressure feels amazing, but it’s not enough, and he needs more, more, more, and then he finds himself shifting his body upwards, practically perching himself on top of Mike’s thigh, rocking forward contentedly, chasing stimulation, watching as his leaking cock leaves behind a bit of slick residue on Mike’s bare skin beneath him.

It’s getting harder for him to control his volume, and he’s aware of the tiny whimpers he’s letting out here and there, but hopefully not loud enough for Mike to hear.

(Although he’s been told that sometimes he’s not aware of how loud he’s exactly being when caught up in pleasure, so he hopes that he’s gained a little bit of self-awareness in this one little instance.)

His eyes catch on one of Mike’s hands splayed on the pillow. His significantly larger hands that can almost circle perfectly around Will’s waist, that are long enough to reach the places that Will himself can’t.

The hand that on multiple occasions Will had begged to have inside his mouth, filling him up on that end while Mike’s dick is busy pounding inside of his ass.

Will’s bulge twitches at the sight of Mike’s handsome hand, and he slows his rocking as he gently moves on top of Mike, practically sitting on his thigh now, picking up the heavy hand and feeling the ridges of it with the tips of his fingers.

He rides Mike’s thigh leisurely, pleasure building, and brings the hand towards his body, slowly moving it under the hem of his shirt, up his stomach, and over his chest. He revels in the memory of Mike’s thumb rubbing against his nipple in the dream, so he gently widens the space in the center of Mike’s index and middle finger, marveling at the tapered feel of them for a few seconds, then closes the distance again when he makes them catch the perked nub in between, pinching it.

This time, Will lets a particularly loud moan, and he immediately stops his grinding.

Mike moves slightly, jostling Will, who, despite the mortification, still groaned at the resulting friction.

Oh, fuck.

But when he looks up at Mike’s face, eyes still closed, he’s grinning.

Mike opens one eye slowly to peer at Will.

Will stares at him, mouth still slightly parted from the moan, already feeling like he’s about to cry and ready to pour a slew of apologies onto his boyfriend who was just trying to sleep but Will decided to disturb him because he was just too goddamn needy and couldn’t wait until morning to ask if—

“I’ve been awake practically this whole time, you know.”

Will stops shaking. “Wait, what?”

He moves his eyes lower, and his eyes catch on Mike’s straining boxers. Had he been hard this whole time?

“Mike— you—“ Will splutters. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Mike starts ministrations on Will’s nipple again, entirely on his own, making Will keen despite the smidge of irritation and confusion.

“Just wanted to see how far you’d go,” he says simply. As if he didn’t just catch his boyfriend trying to rut into his thigh while he was asleep. Smug, too, as if he’s not entirely hard himself right now. Will just rolls his eyes.

Mike’s eyes are sleepy, but they’re dark with attention and desire. Will knows that look extremely well.

Mike lifts his other hand—the hand not massaging around Will’s nipple, which had actually moved to the other one—and brings it down to Will’s waist, moving him closer.

“Sit up here,” Mike says. So Will crawls over, straddling Mike’s lap and wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

Will’s head is bowed, shy, almost like he’s ashamed. But Mike knows an act when he sees it. Will stopped being ashamed the moment he realized Mike’s been aware of everything this whole time. Almost stopped, at least. He can be so obscene, but sweet about it nonetheless, then acts as if he hasn’t done anything provocative to begin with. As if he didn’t just damn near drive Mike insane.

He kind of wants to leap out the window right now, clad in nothing but a pair of navy plaid boxers, and announce to the world that he’s fucking the Will Byers. Because God knows this is the biggest fucking flex of his entire lifetime.

He had woken up at the feeling of slow, to-and-fro motions next to him, blinking sleep out of his eyes when he suddenly caught sight of Will quietly gasping and halfway on top of him, eyes closed and face buried into Mike’s shoulder.

Mike had actually moved then, just slightly, but Will was seemingly too engulfed with the feeling of his cock against Mike’s thigh that Mike was sure Will hadn’t noticed it at all. And, yeah, Mike’s dick stood up to attention immediately.

Mike laid there for a minute, turned on out of his mind and a little bit insane, desperate to watch as Will attempted to push himself over the edge—if he’d actually cum inside of his boxers just by humping Mike’s leg like an animal in heat.

Mike is not unfamiliar with Will’s needy moods. Will can be showy sometimes, parading around the house in Mike’s clothes, or only wearing underwear, sometimes Mike’s underwear. And sometimes he’s more direct with his wants, shoving Mike against the cushions and humping against him frantically. This time is certainly way different all the other instances, though (on a level so entirely different that it’s on the goddamn moon), and Mike intends to find out why.

He presses a gentle kiss against Will’s temple, aware of their erections pressing into each other, but not quite doing anything about it. Maybe he’d make Will beg tonight for his little stunt, but he’d be a liar to say it was anything worth punishing Will for at all, especially when he had agreed to it a few weeks ago already.

Knowing Will though, he’d probably beg anyway. Mike can have a little fun with it.

And, like, wow. Holy shit. His jerk-off material is practically set for life now. Fuck imagining debauched scenarios, fuck the rest of the fantasies he has about Will. This is all of his desires combined and more.

He steels himself. He has a job to do, and a role to fill.

He brings both of his hands down to Will’s waist, never tiring of how his hands seem to slot perfectly around it. “Are you going to tell me why you were riding my thigh like a horny rabbit?” He glances at the alarm clock. “It’s 2 in the morning, Will. This is desperate, even for you.”

Will flushes at the phrasing. Mike’s voice is rough with sleep, yet still taking on that gentle but assertive tone that Will always loves during moments like these. His hips instinctively twitch forward, but Mike pushes down harder, stilling him. Will whines.

“Nothing until you tell me what’s going on, baby.”

“I had a dream,” Will whispers. He’s a little bit embarrassed to say it out loud. It’s an admission of sorts, of exactly how much he wants Mike, that their sex follows him into the midst of his sleep because he’s become so comfortable and insatiable within Mike’s loving grasp that he just wants to fill himself up with all of him, all the time.

Mike squeezes an asscheek. “Speak up, Will.”

Will curls into him, nuzzling into Mike’s neck, and Mike gently soothes him down his sides, hands running under his shirt. “I had a dream,” Will says louder this time. “About you fucking me.”

Mike’s soothing movements stall. Will hears his breath hitch.

“And it felt so good, like it always does— so I woke up horny and— fuck, Mike, I couldn’t wait, I was so desperate because I didn’t even cum— and I just— I did it impulsively, and I remembered what we talked about a few weeks ago so I figured that— maybe… I could….” He trails off, lips quivering slightly.

Mike watches him with a wide expression, stunned a little into silence as a million thoughts race through his head, all of them about Will.

Will sighs. “Mike, I’m sorry— You can go back to sleep, you need it— and I’ll just… I’ll probably just take a shower. Or something.”

And that just won’t do. Leaving his baby empty and wanting is one of the biggest crimes Mike could possibly commit.

Will’s worries trail off when Mike’s lips find his, quickly building up towards a rough push and pull motion, Mike’s mouth forcing Will’s open.

“Mike—“ he rasps.

Mike hums. Their tongues slide against each other, friction between them eliciting groans from both of their mouths, swallowed up by the other. Will begins to rock again, and this time Mike lets him.

Mike finally breaks the kiss, briefly making Will lean over to chase the feel of his lips. He smirks at the action, and Will’s face goes blank in faux annoyance. The high flush in his cheeks betrays his expression. And also the fact that his hips are still undulating—slower this time, more erratic.

Mike can’t believe what’s happening right now. His baby, the love of his life, the object of his absolute desire, had inadvertently woken him up by riding his thigh because he had a sex dream about Mike, and couldn’t even wait another second before he began to use Mike’s sleeping body as a solution to his needs and rubbed his leaking cock against him for his own pleasure.

He still feels the slick dampness on his thigh where Will had just been perched upon a moment ago.

And oh, Jesus. Being used like that, even unconscious, to please Will? It’s the sexiest fucking thing ever. He almost feels bad for stopping him.

(After this, he’d love to actually see Will get off from just his leg, and nothing else. Maybe even lie to him a bit, hold off on a few details, make him believe Mike would touch him—just before Mike leans back with his arms crossed, spreading his legs wide to make space for his boyfriend, then commanding him to ride on his leg instead until he cries and cums all over Mike’s hip.)

Fuckfuckfuckfuck, Mike’s probably going to cum before he even actually touches Will. What the fuck. It wouldn’t be the first time, but still. What the fuck.

Mike rustles around, flipping their positions. Will complies easily, knowing to place his hands on the sides of his head while settling into the sheets below Mike with an adorable, contented sigh. He’s biting his bottom lip, bunny teeth protruding, and he’s smiling softly. As if he knows he’s about to get what he wants.

And, like—well, he is. He always would, as long as Mike has a say in it. But Mike isn’t going to make it completely easy for him. Not after what Will had just admitted.

(Which Mike is holding off on thinking too much about just for a moment, else he literally just creams his boxers right then and there.)

Will is looking like the cat that got the cream. But Mike is about to grab it right under Will’s paws and dangle it right over his head.

Mike slides his hand under Will’s—the one that’s actually Mike’s—shirt. “Let’s get this off, ‘mkay?”

Will sits up slightly to make it easier for Mike to pull it off of him, legs widening to make more space for Mike to settle between him. Pliant. Eager. Will’s easy compliance sends a shock straight to Mike’s dick. God, he’s actually so fucking hard right now.

Mike bumps his nose against Will’s. “Just let me take care of you.”

And it’s clear to Mike that Will isn’t feeling quippy currently, in the process of falling into that passive headspace he’s often content to relax in, lying down to let Mike do what he wants to his body and fully trusting his boyfriend to attend to his aching needs. So, Mike feels just a little bit guilty about what he’s planning to do.

With Will’s sensitive nipples exposed to the air, they pebble almost immediately. Mike drags his long fingers over the expanse of Will’s chest, watching goosebumps trail on Will’s skin at their wake.

Will is painfully hard in his boxers right now. He feels like he’s been edged for an hour, and honestly, he probably has been.

Mike leans down, pressing their hard-ons together once more, and grinds upwards, giving into Will’s silent request for more friction. This is another thing Will adores about intimate moments like this with Mike. He can be teasing and a little mean, but he knows exactly what Will is asking for most of the time, even when Will doesn’t verbalize anything.

(Mike’s attentiveness to Will’s wants come at a price though—he’d know exactly what Will is asking for, but he makes Will speak and beg anyway, acting patronizing and smug and talking down on him while he lures breathy pleas out of Will’s throat.)

Will is just as equally attuned to Mike. He makes do on accommodating Mike’s wants whenever he can, always making sure that Mike can relax and release the tension that often holds his frame tight.

It’s a pleasant give-and-take relationship, what they have. Will wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“O— oh, god, Mike,” Will gasps at a particularly hard thrust against his length.

“Will.” Grind. “You drive me insane.” Rub. “You know that? Fuck.” Thrust.

Will is moaning in earnest now, not bothering to hold back anymore knowing that he doesn’t have to worry about disturbing Mike. Mike kisses along his jaw, suckling at the skin there and savoring the salty taste, grinding their cocks together through their boxers in a steady rhythm.

Will’s legs begin to wrap around Mike’s waist, and his back arches upward, making it easy for Mike to access the peaks of his sensitive, pink buds. Mike kisses one. Will’s voice increases in pitch.

It’s a clear sign that Will is getting close, so Mike pulls away, making Will’s moan turn into an outcry. Mike chuckles at him, leaning back further to observe Will. “N— no.. Mike, please. Come back.”

Will is starting to feel even more desperate than he already was. He feels like this has been going on for multiple hours rather than minutes, and Mike not letting him cum isn’t helping. He could cry.

Mike feels a little bad. He leans forward again, kissing over Will’s eyes, then nosing against his cheek, moving down to the crook of his neck to breathe him in, peppering small kisses along the way. He bites lightly, just to feel Will’s smooth, tanned skin between his teeth.

“I know, baby, just wanna make you cum on my tongue. I’ll make you feel good, I swear.” He was never good at denying Will of anything for long, anyway, especially with how easily Will falls into frantic pleas and cries. It’s really hard not to want to give into everything Will has ever wanted, with how cute and needy he consistently gets. The three of those things (cute, needy, and Will) are practically synonymous.

Mike kisses down Will’s neck, then his collarbones, and Will all but melts into the mattress as Mike stops moving downward to tongue at one of his nipples instead, while one hand toys with the other delicate nub in between his fingers. He licks, sucks, and pulls it in between his teeth, simultaneously pulling the other one with his fingers, making them both snap back into Will’s chest. It stung a little—Will choked into a sob, arching into Mike’s mouth, hands clenching on the sheets around him, the sensitivity sending a jolt straight towards his dick.

“Mike— touch me, please…”

Mike raises his head briefly, eyebrows raised. “I am touching you, baby.”

He cuts off with a gasp as Mike bites particularly hard on the bump.

“Not like th—aah!”

Will throws his head back, shaking hard as tears begin to build up even more along his waterline. His pecs are still greedily pushing up, though, seeking more. Slut.

Mike circles his finger around the sensitive nub he had just bit, spit-slick and swollen red, massaging it as an apology. He moves his mouth to the other nipple, making sure to be gentler this time. Looks up for a moment. “Eyes on me, Will, come on.”

Will obeys, drags his gaze back down to stare at Mike suckling on his chest. He’s looking at Will with wolf-like eyes, irises nearly swallowed whole by black.

Will can see his own reflection staring back at him in the darkness of Mike’s eyes. He shivers. His stare is intense, like it’s always been. Will feels truly and wholly observed.

Regardless, he holds Mike’s gaze as he slides down his chest, then down his stomach, kissing gently over the burn scar—then moves to the other side of Will’s hips to mouth at an especially sensitive spot at the divot of it, making Will mewl and twitch.

Will’s beginning to get impatient. Since the dream, he’s been horny out of his mind—and if you ask Will, even before that—and Mike seems content to drag this along for however long he wants. Will is desperate to get this moving along, and his dick is weeping along with him.

He wants his boxers off now.

He tugs on Mike’s hair, where his head currently rests on Will’s pelvis. During the action, Will pushes his hips slightly towards Mike’s face. “Michael, I swear to god— if you don’t—“

He tugs harder and Mike groans. Unfortunately for Will, Mike chooses to push his hips down again, placing his head right above Will’s clothed cock, briefly sending a lurch of stimulation. Except he just rests it, applying pressure but not quite in the way Will needs. He looks up at Will again through those dark, lust-filled eyes.

“Do you really think you get to be demanding right now, Will? After what you just did?” He moves away from Will’s dick to mouth at Will’s inner thighs, pushing his boxers up to expose more of the private skin. Will whimpers at the loss of pressure. “If you want it that bad, baby, you’ll just lay there and take what I give you.”

And Will knows that it doesn’t actually bother Mike—that he’s saying these things just to get a rise out of Will, to tease him, to make Will chase after the heat of Mike’s touch just because he wants to hear Will beg for him.

Doesn’t make it any less frustrating, though.

“So needy,” Mike sucks at the skin of Will’s pelvis, likely leaving marks that are going to show later in the morning. “Are you really that much of a slut for me, Will? That you’d fuck yourself against my leg like a desperate whore, instead of just jerking off like a normal person?”

And if that isn’t a sure way to get Will to surrender to Mike further.

Mike switches legs, biting even more at the skin near the center of his thighs, so close to the area Will’s body is begging for him to touch. Licks at it. “Just because you dreamt about me fucking you, you think you’re entitled to it when you wake up, too?” He sucks harder. “Maybe I should just stay inside of you, all the time, so you don’t have to worry about that again, hm? Use you like a toy to warm my cock?”

Fuck. The vibrations send barely-there stimulation to Will’s cock, and he moans at the filthy words while Mike’s hands roam up Will’s torso, fondling at his chest and the sensitive area at his hip again. Will just closes his eyes as his breath hitches on a sob.

Desperate tears are beginning to fall down his face. “M— Mike.. mpff— hah.. you’re being mean…”

Mike freezes his movements, which makes Will panic for a moment, hands scrambling for purchase at the sheets. No. “‘M sorry, Mike,” Will sobs. “I said I was sorry— please, take them off, want you so bad— want your mouth— your cock…”

Mike’s heart twists and he feels a surge of affection for the man writhing underneath him. Mike loves it when Will becomes so frustrated that he begins to sob, quickly letting desperate, frantic pleas fall from his pretty lips even without much coaxing from Mike, letting it be known how much he craves Mike’s touch. But if there’s one thing Mike loves more than Will’s cries of desperation as he begs Mike for more, it’s when he cries out of pure pleasure, unable to do anything other than take and feel what Mike dedicates to him. It drives Mike feral, seeing Will be so expressive, displaying how good Mike makes him feel. That Mike is the sole person who gets to make him feel like that, and no one else.

Mike’s dick twinges at the continued sound of Will blubbering. His lips are shaky and colored crimson in arousal, wet with his tears mixed with his own spit. “Always make me feel so good— want you all the time— mngh… I want it so bad it hurts, Mikey, please—“

So cute. Mike definitely feels bad for letting his love wait so long, though. Now he just wants to make Will feel pleasure forever as recompense.

“Poor baby.” He sounds a little patronizing, he knows. He moves up to Will’s face, then wipes at his tears, kissing them, tasting the salt of them. “You’re aching for me, and here I am denying you. I’m being cruel, aren’t I?” And Will—ever polite and eager to listen, to be good—nods, clearly a little unsure if he should be agreeing to Mike’s words or not.

“I’m sorry for being mean to you,” Mike croons. Will sniffles, leaning into the hand cupping his cheek in a demonstration of his affection and submission. Mike presses gentle kisses to his nose, and speaks softly. “You want me to play with you, baby? Want me to touch you until you cum all over yourself?”

Will lets go of the bedsheets to wrap his arms around Mike’s back instead. “Fff—fuck, yes.. I love you— please—”

A peck to Will’s mole above his lip. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll make it up to you now.” A kiss to his trembling chin. “You’ll feel so good.”

Mike taps at Will’s knee, and Will instantly complies, spreading his legs some more and bending his knees. “Good boy,” Mike praises, placing a soft kiss on Will’s forehead, eliciting a violent shudder from Will. He can feel Mike’s large boner poking into his inner thigh—can imagine it ramming into him, filling him to the brim with warmth. He hugs his arms around Mike a little tighter.

Mike doesn’t mess around this time, quickly shifting down to Will’s boxers—pulling them down and tossing them aside, exposing Will’s pretty little dick to the air. The motion has Will whining, and he instinctively lifts his hips to hump at the space above him. Mike seems to pity him for a brief moment.

God, Will’s still so hard, flushing pink and twitching, and the loud moan that he lets out from throat when Mike finally wraps a hand around his length is downright obscene.

Mike bends down to swallow Will’s moans, licking over his teeth, his tongue, all the while running his thumb across the head of Will’s flushed cock, spreading pre-cum, just how Will likes it. “Oh, Mike, Mike, Mike, Mike, don’t stop— ngah— hah…!”

Mike nips at Will’s ear. Kisses it. Continues jerking him off. “My baby, my good boy, always so eager for it. Like you were made to be played with. You love when I tease you, huh? When I make you beg?”

“Yesyesyesyesyes— Please—” Will frantically nods, throwing his head backwards into the pillow and arching his back, pressing his chest onto Mike’s own. The pleasure is inexplicable, and Mike’s filthy words could probably send Will hurtling off the edge on their own.

Will knows his chest is covered in bites, nipples swollen and still slick with Mike’s spit from earlier. Mike moves his mouth down to lick at the perky nubs again, continuing the up and down motions on Will’s throbbing cock, and Will lets out another filthy wail.

“Miiiiikkkeeeeee…”

“Gonna take you into my mouth now, baby. Wanna taste you.”

Mike detaches himself from suckling at Will’s nipples, quickly licking down Will’s torso to move his mouth to Will’s dick. He gives Will one last stroke before taking him into his mouth, then suckles on the head, swirling his tongue around it, drinking down Will’s pre-cum. He moves downwards to swallow the length into his mouth further. Gone are Mike’s pauses and teasing touches—his only goal now is to make his love cum under his tongue.

Mike savors the salty tang of Will’s dick, but better still is when he looks up at Will, who looks completely lost in sensation. Drool slips out of Will’s mouth again, eyes wet at the corner where tears are beginning to form again. Holy fuck. Mike is still hard and he wants to fuck into Will so bad, but he’d rather die than let Will anguish over being denied pleasure earlier for any longer. He just wanted to make this part feel better for his baby, after all (although Mike doesn’t deny that he gets off of Will’s desperation for him, so he isn’t entirely selfless in that regard).

All Will feels is warmth. He’s shaking all over, and the hot, wet slide of Mike’s mouth as it traces down his cock amplifies everything tenfold. He throws his head back, moaning.

“Mgnh—So good, more, please— Mike!”

When Mike starts to bob his head up and down, tonguing at the the underside, Will’s hands instantly find purchase on Mike’s hair, running his hands frantically through the roots and tugging on occasion. Mike fucking loves it. He wants more. Wants to hear Will sing, wants to make Will cum so hard, wants to feel Will pull harshly at Mike’s scalp while he releases his spend inside Mike’s mouth. At the thoughts, he takes Will even deeper.

When Will looks down at Mike, he finds Mike fixing his widened dark gaze onto him again, mouth full of Will’s cock.

Will’s orgasm crashes over him like a tide, sending waves of pleasure all throughout his body, back arching and fingers curling as he pulls at the black curls of Mike’s hair. His limbs spasm as Mike continues swallowing around him, helping him ride it out.

Will’s hands move up from Mike’s curls to the sides of his own head, pulling at the sheets while Mike roughly clasps Will’s hands with his own. He barely registers it when Mike comes back up to kiss him, swiping his tongue against Will’s lip, leaving behind a slick, salty residue. Will’s cum. Mike is kissing Will, and some of Will’s spend is still in his mouth, and—

Will shudders, snapping his eyes shut, opening his mouth to Mike’s exploring tongue. He can taste the remnants of his own salty release, and he just takes it, just as he takes everything else that Mike gives.

Will takes a moment to breathe, eyes still closed and chest moving up and down in a steady pattern. He registers hands caress over his cheeks. “Will, baby.” The source of the voice places a peck to the corner of his mouth. “Are you okay? Was it good?”

Will just hums in agreement, leaning into the touch, almost entirely out of it. He blearily opens his eyes, blinking a couple of times as Mike slides back into focus, long eyebrows furrowed together in that cute way that he does a lot.

His lips are red, slick with spit and probably Will’s cum, too. They’re pulled downwards into a worried frown.

Will smiles, and he brings his hands back up to gently rub into Mike’s hair, who sighs pleasantly at the feeling. “Yeah, Mike,” Will breathes out, voice laced with exhaustion. “Perfect, actually. You take care of me so well.”

Mike blinks, eyes kind of puppy-like now instead of wolf-like. He smiles back at Will softly, clearly happy at Will’s approval. Will can feel something insistently prodding at the jut of his hip, though, which makes him smirk at Mike lazily.

“You’re still hard, babe.”

Mike drops his head to mouth at Will’s neck, so Will bares his throat for him some more. “I know,” Mike murmurs into the damp skin. Breathes it in. Sweaty. Warm.

Mike can already imagine Will raising an eyebrow. “Are you going to do something about it?”

And, fuck, Mike really wants to. But if Will’s too tired and spent for anything more, he’ll more than gladly just tend to himself with flashbacks of Will from moments ago.

“No,” Mike says. He’s licking at a spot on Will’s neck that he’d left a hickey on just the other night. “Not unless you want me to.”

Will almost scoffs. “Of course I want you to, Mike. I’ll never get enough of you.”

Mike stops the licking. Pushes himself back up with hands on either side of Will’s head. His eyes are blown wide with reinvigorated lust, boring into Will’s own. “But— you’re not too tired? Are you sure?”

Will shakes his head. He is tired—still feels like jelly, actually—but Mike is clearly still worked up and full of energy, and Will’s actually okay to be jelly right now because Mike tends to move Will around like a ragdoll while he fucks, anyway, unless Will’s riding him (which he definitely isn’t equipped to do tonight). Sensitivity might be an issue, but Will doesn’t really think so. “Mike, I’m okay— and besides, you’ll still have to prep me. I’ll recover, I can go again.”

Mike seems to search Will’s face for a hot minute, as if trying to assess any insincerity in Will’s features. Will feels a little sad about Mike not fully trusting him about this, and for a brief moment he worries if it’s because Will’s already lied to him about so much in the past. But then he’s aware that Mike’s just looking after him, so he quickly becomes okay with it.

Mike cares about Will. He loves Will, and wants the best for him, and takes care of his needs because he just wants to—even when Will’s needs inadvertently create crazy situations for him, like accidentally waking up in the middle of the night to my horny boyfriend humping my thigh because he just had a sex dream. Will knows all of this is true, and that’s because Mike guarantees to show this to Will every day.

God, he loves this. He loves Mike. Will loves him so damn much, he’d give Mike everything he has and more. And the most amazing thing about it is that he knows Mike would do the same for him, too.

After a moment, Mike nods, satisfied by Will’s evident conviction. He licks his lips then kisses Will unhurriedly, licking into the seam of Will’s mouth which opens for him easily, letting Mike’s tongue inside. It’s sweet and sensual this time, albeit still slightly salty from earlier.

“Okay,” Mike finally says, eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. “I guess I’ll fuck you.”

Will gasps, then actually scoffs at him this time. “You guess?” With both hands on the sides of Mike’s face, Will squishes Mike’s cheeks together, trapping his lips in between to force him into a ridiculous kissy-face. Mike tries to smile despite it, a snicker leaving his throat. “Michael, are you saying you don’t actually want to fuck me?”

Mike doesn’t respond for a moment, trying to get another reaction out of Will. So Will just chooses to press Mike’s cheeks together further, squints his eyes, then says, “Then I guess you won’t mind if I push you into the mattress to suck you off, then stop last second to leave you here so I can sleep in my own bed?”

Mike’s eyes widen, the threat of blue balls now practically the equivalent of someone burning down all of the pages of his novel-in-progress—even more so that Will would have to do actual effort for it, even after Mike had tired him out.

“Wait— noooo.” His voice comes out muffled, and he tries to chase after Will’s lips again, apologies ready to spill from his lips, except Will just presses his cheeks together more, halfheartedly pushing Mike away from his face, but the giggles he’s letting out sound like a choir of angels, so Mike can’t really complain, but at the same time he now also really wants to get to fingering Will, and he’s getting a little desperate himself this time, now that he knows that Will is fully willing.

They shuffle against each other for a bit, and Mike will admit his erection had flagged a little bit, but he knows it’ll stand right back up to vigilance the moment he sees Will squirming on his fingers. Maybe even less, considering Mike’s track record.

(He once got hard from just seeing Will make pancakes—pancakes that ended up burnt, by the way, and not just because Will’s a pretty bad cook. But that’s neither here nor there.)

When Will’s giggles subside and Mike stops struggling, the mood shifts easily once again. Slowly, Will takes his hands off of Mike’s face, then wraps his arms around his shoulders, hugging him tight. Closer, so they can bump noses and breathe in each other’s air again.

Will arches his back slightly, pressing onto Mike. “I want you inside, Mike— it’ll feel so much better than the dream… nothing compares to you.”

As if to prove a point, he squeezes his arms around Mike’s neck.

Nothing compares to you.

Okay, sue Mike for feeling a little jealous of his dream self right now. He’s suddenly overtaken by a possessive feeling—one he’s become quite familiar with over the years—and a desire to prove himself to Will that he’s everything the dream is and more. He knows it’s irrational and he frankly feels a little ridiculous for it, but he’s also just kind of mad that his dream self got to fuck Will, and not just that—fucked Will and didn’t even let him cum at the end of it.

Damn his dream self. Seriously.

Will smirks, obviously realizing his words have had the intended effect on Mike. He relaxes then, dropping his arms lower to pat at Mike’s back, leaning up to place a peck on Mike’s forehead. So damn sweet. “Go get the lube, Mike.”

Mike’s body fills up with heat, blood rushing south fast. He easily complies, moving over to the nightstand almost instantly, quickly searching through the drawer and triumphantly holding up the bottle once he finds it. Will just relaxes his body on the mattress and watches him, sleepy and amused.

Mike crawls back over on top of him, laying a quick little kiss before shuffling downwards, positioning himself to adjust to Will’s angle. He wants to ensure that they can both comfortably get Will ready for Mike’s cock, and to do this while making sure Will doesn’t have to move himself as much as possible.

Mike watches as Will’s cute dick, pink and still a little soft and wet, twitches pathetically in interest.

“Lift your hips for me?”

Will hums. Lazily lifts his hips as Mike places a pillow underneath the swell of his ass. “Mm.”

Mike nods then, leaning back to squirt the liquid onto his fingers and rubbing at it for a bit, warming it on his fingers before he commits to the initial intrusion through Will’s hole with his index finger.

When he finally breaches the tight ring of muscle, his free hand digging into the soft meat of Will’s left cheek to spread him, Will exhales softly and shimmies his hips forward, trying to push Mike’s finger in deeper. Mike tsks at him, pushing Will back again slightly, making Will whine in protest.

“Y’gotta be patient, Will. Don’t want this to hurt.”

“Mmh… could never hurt me,” he mumbles back. Will stares at Mike hazily and observes him as he watches and works at Will’s fluttering hole. Will moans at the sight alone. “Your fingers are so long, Mike... feels so good when you stretch me out.”

Mike just shakes his head fondly, flushing at Will’s words. He continues to spread Will’s hole with one finger, reveling in the visual of the muscles sucking him in and the warm, silky feeling of Will’s insides as Mike stretches him.

Once Mike is satisfied, he adds another finger, moving both in upward motions, noticing the way that Will’s breathing has begun to become heavier again. When he looks up, he sees Will’s eyelids fluttering shut while one of his hands is lazily stroking a nipple. “M—more, Mike— Deeper…”

“Shhh.” Mike spreads his fingers some more, drawing out a sleepy whine from Will. “You’re doing so well, baby.”

After a few moments of more stretching and more searching, Mike finally finds it—the round bulb of tissue nestled deep inside Will’s ass, something that Mike had become very intimate with throughout the years he and Will have been having sex together.

When Mike curls his fingers into it, Will’s eyes snap wide open and he instantly seizes up, letting out a loud mewl, still sensitive from earlier’s orgasm. He accidentally kicks Mike on the side with his knee, and Mike tuts, leaning forward to kiss against Will’s jaw as he continues the ministrations on his prostrate, slow and gentle so it doesn’t hurt him.

Will gasps wetly into Mike’s hair, shaking from the oversensitivity. “T—too much, Mike, oh my god—”

Mike just hums and keeps stretching Will, feeling Will’s dick rising back to hardness and rubbing against the ridges of Mike’s stomach as he arches his back from below.

Will begins to clumsily paw at the waistband of Mike’s shorts, gasping in between his words every time Mike’s fingers brush against the soft bundle of nerves. “I’m ready, Mike, take them off— wanna see you— how big and hard you are for me…”

Mike already knows that Will is loose enough, anyway. It never takes much, as of late—Will’s body has become so well-adjusted to Mike that it opens up easily, yielding and wanting every time, both in demeanor and function. So Mike smirks as he pulls back, somehow getting harder at the sound of Will whimpering from the loss of Mike’s fingers.

Mike sits up on his knees, making sure Will can see his bare hardness as he hastily takes off his boxers and flings it somewhere on the floor behind the bed. He grabs the bottle of lube haphazardly thrown on the sheets and squeezes some of the oil onto his hands, not personally caring about the cold as he strokes himself up and down, spreading it all over and staring at Will’s aroused, hazy expression the whole time.

Mike knows it’s a thing for Will—that Mike’s dick is bigger and thicker than his, that Mike’s hands are larger and tapered, that he’s taller and a little broader, too. And Mike savors the fact—reveling in the idea that he’s basically biologically engineered to be Will’s type. That he’s everything that Will could possibly want, and he intends to use every facet of himself to serve his beautiful and amazing boyfriend.

When Mike is done stroking his own cock, he crawls back over to lean on top of Will, pushing some of the damp hair away from his forehead, revealing a few moles. “How do you want me?”

Will’s head rolls to the side, eyes half-lidded as he stares up at Mike. Will feels so drowsy now, with Mike’s massage essentially having further lulled him into sleepiness, but Will’s horny again and desperately needs more. “Want you from the back. Please.”

Mike steadies his breathing so he doesn’t accidentally start panting like a dog. “Okay,” he breathes. Another breath. “Gonna turn you around now, baby.”

Will shifts to the side slightly to make it easier for Mike to move him, burying his head in the pillow and humming into it adorably. “‘Mkay, Mikey.”

Mike thinks his heart might leap out of his throat. Focus, he tells himself.

Mike grabs Will by the waist, turning him around to lay on his stomach, hips propped up by the pillow still underneath him. This way, Mike gets an amazing view of the delicious curve of Will’s fat ass. There’s a few marks embedded in the flesh, hickeys and bites already turning yellow as they heal. New marks, the ones Mike had just left on Will’s sensitive inner thighs a few minutes ago, are beginning to bloom in shades of red and purple. Will wiggles a little, spreading his legs wider and presenting his ass more to Mike.

Except, Mike notices the way Will’s hips start lazily rolling into the pillow beneath him, clearly a little impatient, so Mike grabs him up by the hips to steal the pressure away, drawing a quiet cry from Will’s mouth. Will clenches his hands harder into the sheets by the sides of his head. He’s shaking a little. Cute.

“‘M sorry, Mike—“

Mike grasps his hips tighter and leans over, his cock brushing against the seam of Will’s ass but not entering, making Will squeak. He leans down and speaks lowly into Will’s ear. “Do you want me or not?”

“Ah—I do, please, I won’t do it again—“

Mike spreads Will’s ass open so his aching cock can finally slip through the cleft, catching briefly on Will’s perineum before prodding at Will’s slick hole, still not entering. Will arches some more, trying to bring it in. As he does, his hard nipples rub against the mattress, making Will keen quietly.

“Let me do the work, okay?” Will’s head is bowed, exposing the back of his neck, so Mike places an open-mouthed kiss to it. Uses a hand to stroke softly at where he grabbed Will a bit ago. “You don’t have to move a muscle.”

“Mhm,” Will hums, muffled by the pillow. His voice is a little choked, a sure sign that he’s about to cry.

Mike doesn’t wait now. He pushes in, and they both groan loudly, Mike basking in the slick, wet heat of Will’s ass, sending hot pressure down the length of his cock then through his body.

“Fuck, baby.”

Mike starts thrusting into Will now, starting in a fast, uncoordinated rhythm, and Will wails, squeezing his eyes shut as tears roll down his face and soak into the pillow. His cock, dripping and still a little sensitive, is rubbing into the pillowcase propping him up, sending sparks of friction as he bounces back and forth from Mike’s thrusts.

“M—Mike, more, feels so good, please—“

“This what you wanted, hm? To be fucked stupid on my cock? Just lying there and taking it like the slut you are?”

“Oh fuck— Mike—”

“Tell me,” he growls. “Is this what you wanted, Will? Is it better than your dream?”

“Yes, Mike, mmnh— much better— need more, deeper…”

“This is what you were made for, right?” Will nods. Mike reaches forward, twisting a nipple, making Will yelp. “That’s right, you were made to take my cock, just like this.”

To emphasize his point, Mike thrusts hard, fully sheathing inside Will and causing a shift in angle, making him hit Will’s prostrate with each onslaught of his unrelenting thrusts.

Will actually screams then, pleasure and sensitivity mixing together in a brutal combination, and his face lifts from the pillow—which was a mistake, because then Mike takes his fingers, the ones that had just been inside Will’s ass, and shoves them inside of Will’s mouth, muffling the scream.

“Mmnngh—! Mike, ffoo muh— mn—”

Mike groans loudly, continues pistoning his hips back and forth inside of Will while simultaneously fucking his fingers inside of Will’s mouth in a similar rhythm. The wet slap slap slap slap of Mike’s hips against Will’s ass mixes in with Will continued moaning, filling the room with the sound of their sex. Hot drool slathers Mike’s fingers and drips down the narrow length of them, droplets of saliva falling into the pillow case and combining with Will’s tears.

“Mmph— mmn, fo good, ah—“

“So desperate for me to fuck you earlier,” Mike grunts, voice wavering slightly in an expression of how desperate he also feels. “Now you can’t even move, can’t talk— just helplessly lying there drunk on cock like it’s your lifeline, huh? Baby?”

Will tries to nod yes, but dual sensation is driving Will insane and he can barely keep up with the pace as Mike pushes into him from behind. He’s helpless to do anything other than lay there, prone, as his dick grinds against the pillow from the force of Mike ramming into his prostrate, sending ripples of pleasure throughout his body from both ends. More, he begs internally.

“Fuck, Will— You feel so good, baby— You can take it, just like that.”

He keeps sucking on Mike’s fingers, moaning and gagging loudly around them as they fuck into the damp warmth of his mouth. Mike massages one of his pecs with his free hand at the same time, occasionally pinching one of the swollen, worn-out nubs. Will thinks, too much, and so good, and holy shit, and mikemikemikemike, and I can’t take it anymore, and Will—

“Mike,” he breathes out through the gag.

Will cums onto the pillow with a silent whimper. He squeezes his eye shut as an inexplicable wave of pleasure spreads along his body, unable to do much of anything other than feel. His head hangs limp from where it’s now weakly propped up by Mike’s exploring fingers, and his body is shivering from pleasure and the beginnings of a familiar pain.

He can vaguely feel Mike slowing his pace behind him, occasionally grunting out Will and I love you before Will feels Mike pull out, spend splattering hotly across Will’s ass and back.

Will closes his eyes. He feels a twinge of disappointment that Mike didn’t cum inside of him right before he’s promptly taken by sleep.

Mike takes a moment to recover, breathing heavily as he stares in awe at Will’s resting body. Once again, affection consumes his entire form, and he’s suddenly overtaken by a surge of cuteness aggression at how quickly Will managed to fall asleep afterwards.

Then he feels bad, because Mike had tired Will out so much when Will had only been trying to be compensating with Mike’s rest. He worries his eyebrows as he stares at Will’s peaceful expression, then grimaces when he realizes Will’s basically laying in a puddle of his own spit and cum.

Mike stretches, sharp joints popping and limbs a little sore. Naked, he quickly heads to the bathroom to grab a towel, dampening it with warm water to use to clean Will up.

When he’s back in the room, he initially wipes Will’s back clean, then gently takes the pillow from beneath Will’s hips, careful not to jostle him too much. He removes the stained cover and leaves it in the laundry basket to either wash it later or throw it away, depending on how much it stains.

He gently rolls Will on his back to clean his stomach and softened penis, kissing him on the forehead. Just then, he swears he feels a satisfied breath leave Will’s mouth, almost like a laugh. But he guesses Will’s just like that—even his simple actions, like breathing, are joyous sounds to Mike’s ears.

Mike flips the pillow Will is lying on, the one wet with tears and saliva, to rest Will’s head on the dry side, puts him back into his boxers before pulling the blanket over his body.

Then Mike washes up, pulling his own boxers on, climbing back into bed and pulls Will into his chest, lazing with the sound of Will’s resting breaths. Mike’s own eyes begin to water a bit, feeling overcome with how good he really has it with his boyfriend. That after everything, Will’s here, and he’s alive and so is Mike, and they’re in love and having sex and staying in each other’s lives to do more normal things together.

Sleep takes him then. And in the morning, he feels gentle kisses peppering across the ridge of his nose and the corners of his mouth. Mike mumbles sleepily, which earns him a sweet laugh from somewhere above him. The angelic sound reverberates through the hollows of Mike’s body, and he thinks that he’d give everything he has to hear that sound over and over for the rest of his life.