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Will was happy, he really was. Vecna was dead and he somehow was alive, His mother is married to her boyfriend who's also the chief of police, he was starting college and living together with his friends in a nice apartment in NYC.
Their apartment wasn't really that big, one bathroom, a small kitchen, a cozy living room and 3 bedrooms and Will got to have a room of his own. The domesticity of it all was heartwarming to him, after what they have been through- getting the chance to spend and leisurely live with his close friends, drink coffee in mornings when they all have classes together or don't have classes at all, having movie nights and games- they had deserved this.
They didn't always hang out together though, Sometimes they'd be each in their own room, mainly when exams were around the corner.
Everything was almost perfect.
Almost.
You see, he was living with Max, Lucas and Mike
Mike wheeler
Which means he gets to see Mike's big hands and long fingers fiddle with the coffee machine and avert his gaze, flushed all over before Mike catches him ogling like a starved man.
He gets to see Mike coming out of his room, glasses on the tip of his hooked nose, black curls splayed all over the place as he sighs tiredly after a long day of studying or work. Usually at times like this they'd relax by watching a movie, mike would usually fall asleep and Will would let mike's head fall on his shoulder or lap and play with his curls and massage his head, making him sigh as his muscles evidently relax under the touch.
He gets to see Mike getting out of the shower, hair wet, with only a towel wrapped around his hips, the outline of his flaccid cock always was prominent on the thin towel fabric and Will had to physically stop himself from dropping on his knees and suck Mike off right there and then.
It also means that Lucas and Max share a room, and he got the misfortune of hearing how much they love each other some nights. Reminding Will how lonely he is, how much he longs for the boy next door.
Said boy who has been acting weird for a few days now. Mike looked sick but everytime anyone tried to bring it up he just deflected and dismissed it, changing the subject of the conversation insisting that he is doing fine.
Will was worried because Mike didn't look fine- he was a little flushed, antsy and excused himself to the bathroom a lot. Max joked that he was pregnant but Will didn't find it funny. The amount of time Mike spent in his room was concerning- well, more concerning than usual. Lucas had reassured that it was probably the stress of the exams finally taking a toll on him but something in Will's gut was telling him that it wasn't the case.
After the exams were over Max and Lucas decided to go on a week-long vacation, leaving Mike and Will alone in the apartment.
Mike took a shower and Will decided to clean his bedroom. After organizing his work desk he wanted to change the sheets, but the drawer with all the bedsheets was in Mike's room(they split the house necessities between the rooms because the apartment wasn't big enough).
Will knocked on Mike's room gently and the door opened on its own.
The room was a mess, he'll have to remind Mike to tidy it up. Going to the drawer under Mike’s bed he opened it taking out some new sheets when he saw his old shirt that he lost a few months ago. It was the shirt he used to paint with, it still had a lot of different painting materials stuck to it-unable to wash away in the washing machine anymore, splattered with different colors. Sniffing it Will pinched his nose- it reeked from old sweat- He decided to take it with him to put in the laundry but when he got up a small key fell. Tilting his head aside in confusion he bent down to check it. It was a very small metal key that he had never seen before. It looks like it could open very small locks, like the lock they have on their bikes in their storage room. He decided to take the key with him.
The next two days Mike's condition worsened. He was walking around always searching for something, always busy with his hands, evidently trying to control his ragged breathing and his face was flushed from his neck to his ears, his voice sounded dry and raspy and for some reason he refused to look at will.
This made Will worry a lot, Mike was his friend.. His BEST friend… Andtheloveofhislife and yet he suddenly couldn't even speak to him.
In the evening, when Will wanted to check on Mike in his room he heard some whimpers and cries, Will's heart fell and his body went cold. Is Mike really that sick?
Opening the door slightly and knocking he gently called Mike's name. The scene before him made him freeze in place.
His eyes went wide as he looked at equally shocked Mike, naked and humping one of his pillows.
Mike moved abruptly, trying to cover himself up(and failing) when something metal-y glistened between Mike's legs.
Will immediately covered his now red face but couldn't help peaking through his fingers.
“Mike, what are you doing?” Will asked, muffled through his palms instead of leaving Mike’s room and giving him privacy. Seeing the man he loved for.. Well, all his life, naked and moaning apparently made the cogs in his brain stop completely.
He expected Mike to get mad at him, yell at him to get out and leave him be.
What he didn't expect was Mike moving the pillow from the way, still flushed all over, sweaty, with glassy eyes and a metal cage wrapped around his red pulsing dick.
Will's inside twisted and his throat went tight, mouth dry and parted slightly, he couldn't tear his eyes away from Mike's dick being restrained on full, heavy balls.
Will licked his dry lips, screenshotting the image in his brain, he'll have to sketch it later in his private notebook.
“i saw something about it online” Mike started, voice so gentle and hurt, so.. breakable. “I got it to try and see what it was all about and it was fine, I guess. I didn't understand the hype over it, the real thrill was wearing it around people when they didn't know I had it on. But a few days ago i lost the keys and i can't get it off and it hurts. Will, it hurts so bad. I can't get hard, I can't cum, my brain is all over the place, I can't focus on my studies, or on cooking or anything at all. Only on my dick”
Will put one and one together, the way Mike has been behaving the past week, the small key he found in his room and now the whimpers. Will found Mike's cock cage key, and accidentally stole it.
Mike's voice sounded like he was crying, whining like a little petty dog “please Will, help me find it I'll be so grateful to you.”
Something clicked in Will's mind, a carnal feeling he had never had before. He has no idea what went over him “sorry Mike i.. I haven't seen any keys” he lied “what does it look like?”
“It's small and metallic. Please Will, help me find it”
The way Mike was pleading, begging, depending on Will to be his savior stirred something in Will's gut and he felt himself twitch a little in his own pants.
Instead of helping he just nodded, a new wave of unfamiliar sultry confidence washed over him, “well…” he started with a syrupy low voice “if you were a good boy and cleaned your room, you would've found it. Maybe this is your punishment for being so bad and disobedient.“
Mike bit his lip, trying to stop another whimper from escaping when will uttered the words ‘good boy’ and will could practically feel his own pupils growing wide
Mike looked hazy, eyes black and half lidded letting out ragged breaths “I'll be good” he said unexpectedly “I'll be a good boy and clean my room.”
“good” Will said and turned around to hide his own boner “i have some assignments to work on. Hope you'll be quiet enough to not disturb me” he didn't hear mike answer so he looked back through his shoulder.
Mike bit his lip and nodded, trying to keep quiet like Will asked him too.
Like a good puppy.
For the rest of the day, and the day after that Will was a relentless bitch, acting slutty in a way he had never acted before, a way he didn't know he could. Wearing his shortest shorts. Bending in front of Mike, using his low sultry voice, calling Mike a good boy every time he did something that satisfied Will. Everything he did was pure torture to mike and Will was high on the simple control he had over the man.
Will didn't even know mike was into men, but the look of pure hunger and thirst mike had every time he looked at Will-even when he wasn't trying to do anything seductive- the way mike shamelessly stared at Will's dick and ass told a different story than what Will thought all his life.
One day when Will was sketching the erotic scene he witnessed a few days ago- Mike's glassy eyes as he was sitting naked on his messy bed with his dick caged like a prisoner between his pale legs- Will got hard, how could he not? That was the sexiest thing he has seen all his short gay life. His dick throbbing in his pants uncomfortably and in the haze of the hormones he took the key from his drawer and went to Mike's room, to check on the boy.
He knocked twice and waited for a reply. The reply came in a form of breathless whine that told him to get in.
Will looked around the room, it was clean and neat, Mike was naked, blushing from head to toe, lying on his bed face buried in his pillow as if he was trying to smother himself. Mike looked up from his pillow, eyes half lidded, his curls are a total mess, his skin lightly glistening from sweat. Will bit his lip hard to not moan out like a whore at the beautiful sight.
“Will!” Mike sat up excitedly, the metal between his legs reflecting and shining from the sun rays that seeped through the slightly open window. “I was good, I cleaned my room, I did my assignments but I still didn't find my key. I am going insane. Please help me i need to cum so badly”
Will hummed, his pants obviously tented but he didn't even try to hide it anymore, “you mean, you can't find this key?” Will leisurely showed Mike the small key, holding it delicately between his thumb and pointer finger.
Mike's eyes went wide “yes! Oh my god will you are my savior” as mike tried to get up and reach for the key Will held up his free hand
“uh uh, easy now puppy”
Mike sat back down without a word
Will got closer to the bed, but far enough to not touch Mike and Mike stared at Will's tightness with heavy eyes. “First I need to see if you really know what you are doing, are you really that desperate to be free?”
“yes Will, i-”
“no” Will caught him off “dogs don't talk” mike shut his mouth so fast, Will heard his teeth clank together. “show me how bad you want it”
Mike looked up at Will, eyes dark and wide, his brows crunched halfway upwards the way he usually does it that drives Will crazy.
Mike got off the bed wordlessly on all four and crawled over to Will, stopping when he was sitting on his knees before Will's clothed cock, He looked at Will's hard on and then back to Will's face, searching, asking. Will looked at him and nodded.
Mike pressed his face to the pants, taking a deep breath and let out a content sigh, he started rubbing his face all over the clothed hard on. Will let out a soft sigh and put his free hand on Mike's head. Not doing anything, just resting, slowly rubbing himself back on Mike's face.
“Yeah” Will said lowly “that's it, show how much you need it” Mike looked up at him and then dragged a long, wet lick up the shaft all the way to the leaking tip and started sucking on it. Will threw his head back, gripping mike's hair and mike let out a groan in return
“You liked that?” Will asked “you like when i tug on your hair while you rub your face on my cock like a bitch in heat?”
Mike nodded into the pants, sniffing again the musky scent, licking and wetting Will's pants.
The scene was so erotic and insane, straight out of Will's freakiest dreams. He was so hard and sensitive he couldn't contain it anymore. He let go of Mike's head and went to unzip his pants, his right hand still holding the key, But unbuttoning with one hand was a pain in the ass(not the pleasurable one that Will wanted, just annoying)
“undress me” he commanded and mike immediately went to unbutton Will's pants, sliding them down, his mouth was slightly parted and Will could see the amount of saliva that glistened from his mouth. Mike's hands were on the hem of Will's boxes, looking up and without a word asking if he can take them down as well. Will nodded and Mike carefully peeled them off the brunet.
Will's cock sprang free into the warmth of Mike's open mouthed breathing “good boy” he said and Mike whimpered again, his hips stuttering forward.
Will bit his lip again, mike was staring at his dick like he was hypnotized, licking his lips, drool dripping down his chin. Will held his throbbing dick and smeared the tip over mike's lips “if you'll suck me off good enough I'll open the cage and let you cum, but if i won't like it I'll go to my room and you'll have to suffer until tomorrow, until you'll be good enough. Am I understood?”
Mike nodded feverishly
“good, now be a good boy and make me cum from your mouth”
Mike didn't waste another second, he wrapped his lips around the tip and sucked. Will immediately moaned, he was already sensitive but he had to hold himself still for the sake of the game. Will watched how Mike didn't hesitate as he started to swallow his dick slowly, inch by inch, letting his throat adjust around the shaft, gagging a little and then calming himself down to take another inch.
Mike tried breathing through his nose, he pulled himself almost completely off, stopping at the tip, with his left hand he smeared his saliva all over the hard shaft as he licked the slit, drinking the precum like it was water and Will's dick was a straw.
Will's head was bent down, eyes hazy, mouth parted lightly as he breathed heavily and moaned. After a few seconds Mike took him again, slowly moving down until Will's dick settled completely all the way down to Mike's esophagus and his nose bumped at his pubes.
“aahng- mike-” Will moaned and his left hand went back to mike's curls tugging his impossibly close, choking mike on his cock, moaning as tears started pooling in his own eyes from the heavenly pleasure and tight heat.
Mike's hands held Will by his plush thighs, slowly gripping him harder as he was struggling holding his breath, tears slipping down his cheeks from the asphyxiation, leaving crescent marks as his nails were digging into the skin.
After a few seconds that felt like a lifetime Will let go of Mike's head and Mike got off completely, coughing and heaving, a thick string of saliva connecting the two and drool fell to the floor without a care.
Taking a few breaths Mike went back, this time he was bobbing his head up and down, Will watched how Mike's now red lips stretched around his girth and felt Mike's tongue licking the underside of his dick, mapping out the veins.
“aah- fuck aah” it was all so much, all too much. It was so fucking good Will couldn't help it anymore “f-fuck mike” he cried “you are doing such-h a great job” mike hips twitched again at the praise
“hump on my leg aah-” and he did, mike latched himself like a literal dog, humping will shin to no avail- the cage making it all uncomfortable for him, making him whine as he hollowed his cheeks and sucking will as hard as he could.
“f-fuck mike im about to-” he didn't get to finish. Mike deepthroat Will again, eyes fluttering close, not letting go as Will finally snapped and cummed down his throat. Mike latched himself like he was possessed by a rabid animal and Will's cum was his only cure.
Will humped Mike's face as he rode his high and felt himself softening inside his mouth, but just a little, they weren't done yet.
Will slipped himself off of Mike's mouth with a wet pop and heavy breaths. Mike opened his mouth, his tongue out to show that he swallowed everything that Will gave him like the good boy that he is.
Will bent down and gave mike a peck on the lips tasting his own salt “you did such a good job, puppy” Will's voice was raspy and wrecked from the moans and the ragged breaths, he pat mike's sweaty messy black curls “and i know just how to reward you for your remarkable performance”
Will held out the key in front of Mike's face and if Mike had a tail it would be wagging so hard it would've ripped right off.
“get on the bed” Will commanded and mike did, he sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, waiting.
But will was a little shit, he didn't free him just yet. Instead he slowly took off his clothes, giving mike a small striptease show, and sat on his lap, key between his teeth as he touched mike all over. From the toned abs to his pecs, over to his naturally broad shoulders and his biceps, squeezing the delicious muscles that were evident only when Mike flexed them. He mapped the body, gliding his palms over the sweat and smearing it, making sure his hands will remember the body like a blind man learning how to read braille.
Mike was getting impatient “will, C'mon you drive me insane, you said-”
Slap
“what did i tell you?” will said after slapping mike's face “and you didn't use the magic word”
Mike was confused, his cheek wasn't red because Will didn't slap him too hard, he could tell Will to stop, his hands were free- he could physically stop it- but he didn't, instead he let out a “please? Please will-”
Slap
Mike let out a low moan “p-please”
Slap
Will held the key with his left hand “dogs don't talk”
Slap
Mike moaned again and his hips stuttered upwards. He liked it. “Will-”
Slap
“you are being a bad puppy, and you know what happen to bad puppies” Will taunted mike with the keys in his hand
Mike didn't say anything anymore, he just let out a loud, high whine, the kind of whine that came from the back of the throat, the one you'd hear actual dogs make when they are sad or hurt. At that will smiled and caressed mike's cheek gently, rubbing the now raw skin with his thumb
“good boy”
Mike was heaving with excitement and anticipation, he whined and whimpered at any touch Will made with his caged, overly sensitive, dick. Mike moaned when he opened the cage, and when it was finally, finally, off he came. Untouched.
And he came a lot. Like Arthur, who also came a lot.
Long, thick, pearly white ropes spurted out like a fountain, falling on their chest and thighs. It was so intense that some of it landed on Will's cheek.
Will sat on Mike's lap shocked and amused, he was covered in Mike's fluids, his ears blessed by Mike's high moan as he orgasmed and yet- the boy was still incredibly hard.
Mike plopped back on the bed with a soft oof, breathing heavily “that was-” his voice was absolutely wrecked “the was incredible”
Will just sat there, on Mike's lap as both of them are still hard, furrowing his brows. They weren't done yet.
Will spat on his fingers and reached back to scissor his already loose hole due to Him fingering himself in the shower prior. And how could he not? With Mike endless moans and whimpers the only thing Will can do is be horny.
Truth be told, that was one of the reasons he is in mike's room, sitting on his lap- to end the week long of whimper torture- not that will hated it, no, he loved it, and that was the problem. He couldn't contain himself anymore. Also, his whines were getting so bad Will didn't want the neighbors to report about an abused dog.
The second reason was that he got so high and drunk on the dominance over mike he wanted to see just how far he could go before mike will get mad at him.
The third reason was: he needed Mike Wheeler's big dick to rearrange his guts.
Taking Mike's still hard dick Will sank on it in one fluid motion. The action was so sudden that Mike sat upright abruptly, making their foreheads hit each other. The boys caressed their hurt heads and mike spoke “Will, you don't have to do this anymore”
Will looked straight into Mike's dark brown eyes, his irises blown wide from their collective lust and previous releases “Mike” Will said in a tone that radiated finality "I am going to ride you now”
Mike gulped loudly and nodded, his hands went to hold Will's hips gently to help guide him or support when Will will be tired.
Will started to move and bounce making them both moan, the feeling was incredible. The way he felt Mike's cock in his walls, squeezing him, imprinting the girth, the length, every inch and every vein into his body- it was all so amazing he was questioning himself how he could live without knowing this feeling up until now.
Will held onto mike's shoulders for leverage and mike threw his head back with a low gruttle moan, squeezing Will's hips tight, helping guiding his ass as he moves up and down
“fuuuuck Will you are so tight”
Will continued riding, he thanked god that he got to work on his legs and build stamina due to him walking to the campus instead of taking a public transport or a car. His mouth was open, letting out breathy moans, looking at Mike's lips and long, flushed-pale neck, how it moved as he let out ragged breaths.
Will took Mike's throat, making the man look at him, and squeezed lightly, just enough to take control of the movement of his neck. He pulled Mike by the neck into a hungry kiss, not leaving his throat, and Mike moaned into his mouth. They kissed messily, all teeth, spit and tongues exploring, tasting, ravenously seeking out each other's taste. Will bit Mike's lower lip and pulled lightly, opening his eyes to look at the pure hunger in Mike's lidded eyes as he groaned, he let the lip go and slowly licked the bite to sooth the sting.
Will's thighs were trembling and getting tired, he moved a little bit to switch the bouncing into riding. Sliding back and forth, squeezing his muscles, feeling Mike's big cock pulse from inside of him. They were moaning shamelessly and uncaring. Will's left hand on Mike's shoulder and right hand on his throat, still holding. Mike's hands were on Will's ass, squeezing, kneading and helping move them.
“ahh- ahh”will moaned into mike's mouth an inch apart “mike ahh mike” the feeling was so good he couldn't stop moving even if he wanted to- thankfully not he nor mike wanted to stop
“mike” will said and their eyes locked “touch me”
Mike's right hand immediately went to Will's neglected cock and started stroking it fast without any warning, making Will yell out his name and throw his head back in pleasure
“yes that's it puppy ahh- move”
And Mike did.
His hips thrusted forward as Will moved, hitting his prostate like it was his life's mission.
“oh my FUCKIN-” Will yellped out
Mike didn't talk, he whimpered, groaned, moaned, whined- but didn't talk- because dogs don't talk. And he is a good puppy
Letting out a particular high whimper and nipping at Will's neck, Will understood
“cum”
And cum he did, thrusting hard, loud open mouthed moans, finally yelling out Will's name. He was no artist but painting Will's walls white was his greatest painting.
“fuck Mike I'm so close-” tears streamed down his cheek as mike went even faster on jerking him off, squeezing it even tighter. Mike leaned in and licked Will's cheek-where some of mike's cum hit him and then leaned over to his ear
“C'mon baby, let it out” he said in a low wrecked voice, humping his hips to help Will with the movement.
With one last shriek of mike's name on his tongue Will came, ropes of white semen flew all over their abdomen and torso, some landed on Mike's relentless hand that continued to stroke will as he drove off the high
Will whined slowly rolling his hips as he spurted out the last of his fluids, caressing Mike's curls at the back of his neck as Mike leaned his head on Will's shoulder, looking down at how Will's muscles spasmed as he came on his cock.
“you did such a great job” Will whispered into Mike's ear as he slowed the rolling of his hips,
As their movements came to a halt, panting and sweaty, Mike lifted his head to look at Will and Will looked back. Searching each other in the eyes, dark brown, hazel green eyes both almost completely black from the dilated pupils.
Slowly Mike lowered his head, catching Will's lips in a chaste kiss, Will eagerly answered by pushing back. The kiss wasn't messy, just lazy, hungry with something else-not lust but with love.
They laid on Mike's bed, filthy, disgusting from sweat and cum, cuddling. Their bodies tangled in each other's arms, Mike rubbed soothing circles on Will's hip as Will laid his head on Mike's chest, listening to his heartbeat.
Will lifted his head to look at Mike affectionately “you think we can use a leash next time?”