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There were a fair few things Mike Wheeler had discovered about himself over the last six months. First, that he was earth-shatteringly homosexual. Second, that he was in love with his best friend. Third, that he really, really enjoyed having sex.
Namely gay sex. With said best friend. Who also happened to be his boyfriend as of—he did some quick math in his head—sixteen days ago.
Will Byers, who had multi-classed as Mike’s best friend and boyfriend—he liked saying it in his head (and also out loud) a lot—was sitting next to him at their dining table as they ate dessert on their First Official Date, and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself.
Which was great, because that was Mike’s goal. He liked goals, and he liked accomplishing them even more.
Especially when they made his boyfriend look and sound like that.
Mike had bought them New York cheesecake because it was Will’s favourite, a fact he already knew because, as he had mentioned, Will had been his best friend his entire life.
It felt a little bit like cheating. It also felt a little bit like he was struck dumb by the sheer luck of the whole thing. Mike thought, frankly, that everybody should date their best friends.
So Will was currently lapping up his cheesecake around his spoon as he held his tie back with his free hand between himself and the plate.
Another thing Mike had quickly discovered about himself, post-sexual-awakening, was that he really liked the shirt and tie look. It was boyish, manly, whatever you wanted to call it. Masculine? Whatever. It was hot. Will looked hot. Then again, Will would (and did) look good wearing a ratty t-shirt and sweatpants, so he might be a little biased here.
What he wasn’t biased about and was just a mere fact of life was that the little hums and moans Will kept making around his spoon were a little bit too sexy to exist around normally. Mike could see tiny darts of his tongue around the metal. Swipes of it against the corners of his mouth to catch strawberry juice from it, red and inviting against his skin.
Mike gulped audibly, his own cheesecake half-forgotten on his plate as he stared unabashedly.
“What?” Will asked coyly. Because he knew exactly what he was doing, probably.
“Nothing, keep going,” Mike said roughly, gaze trained on his mouth.
Will’s lips quirked, and he cut off another piece of cheesecake, sliding the spoon into his mouth and hollowing his cheeks out with a quiet, intentional moan.
Mike’s composure snapped. “Never mind, can’t do it.”
He was out of his chair in a flash, scrambling toward Will to tug him out of the table and slide onto his lap, licking into his mouth without even waiting for Will to finish eating.
Will squeaked—a ridiculous, adorable sound—as Mike tasted a bit of cheesecake before he managed to swallow. But his hands were on him, too, and he was kissing him back.
It felt incredible to let loose like this. Just take what he wanted and have Will want it back. They gave themselves to each other freely.
“You’re—so—sexy,” Mike groaned into the kisses, sweet and tangy and Will. Will, who was his, all his, and Mike could hardly believe it.
“Mike,” Will breathed out against his lips, clutching at his tie between them but making no move to pull away. “Haven’t even finished dessert.”
But Mike didn’t have time for stupid things like ‘reason’ and ‘logic’ right now. They were on their first real date and Will was his boyfriend and his mouth was sinful-looking and he was wound up so tight he thought he would explode from it.
“You’re dessert,” he told him roughly, slipping off his lap and digging his fingers into Will’s waist to haul him onto his feet with him.
Will fell into him, still holding onto his tie like a lifeline—and, okay, Mike was getting better at picking up on the signs Will gave when he liked certain things, and he was very much picking up on this one.
It seemed like Will liked him in a tie, too.
“Like that?” he asked, ‘cause he couldn’t keep his mouth shut to save himself. Like, gun to his head, if Will’s sweet, silky tongue was in his mouth and he was forced not to make a sound, he would die. Just immediately, bang, dead.
That’s how it felt all the time. Like he was on the brink of death. Overloaded on love, lust, and another word that started with ‘L’ because Mike was a writer, damn it, and he could make things sound good in threes or whatever it was his professor had said that one time. Longing?
He was certainly longing, now.
Will kept humming into it, and Mike opened his eyes to see him nodding eagerly.
Good. Eager was exactly how he wanted him. It was nice to know, after all, that he wasn’t the only one tripping over himself about him every minute of the day.
Mike was exactly where he wanted to be.
“Need you,” he whispered as he dropped his mouth to Will’s neck to suck a brand new hickey into it. He traced the old ones with his lips, relishing the sight of his skin all marked up because of him. Marking him as his. Yeah, so, Mike had discovered a possessive streak. Nobody was surprised.
“Have me,” Will shot back in that breathy voice of his that made Mike absolutely weak in the knees.
“Have you? For dessert?” Mike teased, tugging him tighter against him with a bruising grip on his waist. He growled quietly and started making more of those munching noises that’d gotten Will all squirming and giggling earlier today.
He got the same reaction out of him now. Will gasping around a laugh as he clung to him, shoulder trapping Mike’s face into his neck, which was now coated in his own spit. The sight of it triggered Mike’s Spidey-senses, and he quickly reached out to wipe it away with ease.
The candles he’d lit had everything coated in a flickering orange glow. It was romantic as hell. Also medieval as hell, but he could do both. He could do more than both. Mike was becoming an expert at courting the fuck out of his boyfriend.
“Mike,” Will complained, ticklish, and trying to worm out from under his lips.
When they pulled back to look at each other, there were matching grins on their faces and matching blown out pupils in their eyes. The best of both worlds.
Had Mike mentioned how goddamn happy he was?
“Come on,” he decided, reaching behind Will with one hand to shove their plates away further down the dining table. They clattered together, and he was pretty sure he almost tipped over a wine glass, but—“I want my meal on the table.”
Will’s breath hitched, and he looked at him like he was so hot. It was addictive. Mike had never considered himself to be particularly attractive, but he felt it in his bones now, with him. He wanted to make Will look at him like that for the rest of their lives.
Without waiting for him to respond any further, Mike bent down to hoist Will up onto the edge of the table by the back of his thighs, then slotted himself between his legs to kiss him again, something deep and searching.
Kissing Will was heaven, if he even believed in such a thing. And he kind of had to at this point, because what else was he supposed to call this? Mike kissed him the way Will liked to be kissed. Sucked on his lips, grazed his tongue, made sure to tilt his head back again to make his way down his jaw and didn’t hold back a single one of his moans, because he knew Will liked to hear him, too.
At some point along the trajectory of all of this, Will had written him a handbook on how to best please him, and Mike Wheeler was a very good student. Okay, he was a pretty average student in most things, but he was a straight-A student where Will Byers was concerned. The teacher’s pet, if you will.
So when Will twisted his wrist around his tie and tugged on it again, Mike took the damn hint.
“Baby,” he hummed into the crook of his shoulder where he was working on another bite—he couldn’t believe he got to call him baby whenever he wanted, as much as he wanted now—as he ran his palms up and down Will’s thighs either side of him. “Are you trying to give me ideas?”
“Ideas?” Will asked, the cheeky shit.
Mike pulled back, licking his lips and grasping at Will’s wrist all wrapped up in his blue and gold striped tie, holding it up to him with a smirk and a cocked eyebrow.
Will bit his lip, and Mike had to physically resist the urge to draw it out from under his bunny teeth with his own to bite it raw.
“You like it,” Mike accused, swaying closer, pressing Will’s hands to his own chest as he grasped at the back of his neck with his other hand. “You’ve thought about it.”
“Maybe,” Will shot back breathlessly, his eyes fluttering closed at the proximity.
Mike was so sure Will didn’t even realise how alluring he constantly was. It was honestly a miracle Mike had held out as long as he had without confessing how utterly gone he was for him.
If he died young, it would be from a stroke caused by Will being too sexy; he was sure of that, too. He’d survived inter-dimensional monsters, but Will’s eyelashes and his pink cheeks and pinker lips were going to kill him.
Mike tipped his mouth up to his boyfriend’s ear to nip at his lobe and moan. “Want me to tie you up?”
Will whimpered quietly in return, and he felt more than saw him nodding.
Well. Okay, then.
Mike was now a man on a mission. One goal. No distractions.
But first, he needed Will’s clothes off. So two goals, really. He kissed him deeply and let go of him to start loosening Will’s tie and working his buttons undone between them. Will, thankfully, picked up on what he was trying to do and started helping him. Before he knew it, the shirt and tie were discarded and Will was hitching his hips up so Mike could pull his slacks off, too.
Mike glanced down at him and swallowed thickly, shoulders sagging as he took him in, perched on the table and all but naked, ready for him. “Fuck,” he cursed. “I love you.”
Will tightened his legs around his hips and rocked his own forward slightly in response.
The slide of Mike’s tie from around his neck was the only sound above the music playing in the background, and his heart hammered hard and fast in his chest as he stretched it taut between them, eyes flicking back up to Will’s face.
Will didn’t hesitate bringing his wrists on top of it, holding his gaze steadily. Confidently. God, he was hot. Mike was weak for that, too.
He was a jumble of nerves as he wrapped the tie round once and then made some sort of knot on it. Not too tight so it’d hurt him but not loose enough they would just slip out immediately. “Is that—is that okay?” he checked when he was done.
Will tested the restraint and let out a shuddery breath. “Yeah.”
“Okay,” Mike squeaked, suddenly extremely aware of how insane this was. He had no idea how he ended up in these situations, and he never wanted it to stop. He wanted it all. Everything, they’d said, and he meant it.
Mike hooked his fingers under the tie and gave it a soft tug. Will’s hands came with him. Okay, that was hot. He liked that. His own trousers were tightening as he got harder at all this.
“Can you take off my pants?” he asked him as he moved his own hands back to Will’s now-bare thighs, thumbs pressing into his skin.
“I think so,” Will said quietly, reaching between them. Even with his wrists together, he could manoeuvre his button undone and zip him down. Mike watched him intently. Will’s fingers grazed the shape of him through his boxers.
The almost accidental nature of the touch had his hips twitching forward.
Will looked up at him, his lips parted, and Mike was overcome with the urge to get down on one knee and propose. Which was an insane thought, he knew, but he felt insane about Will so often that he was getting used to that kind of thing.
“Now my shirt,” Mike said, his mouth drier than Arrakis.
So Will’s tied hands came up to work it open, carefully, slowly. His tongue peeked out of the corner of his mouth like it did whenever he was concentrating on a painting. Mike couldn’t help himself—he surged forward and kissed it back into his mouth.
“Will,” Mike groaned helplessly. He was bad at this. He was pretty sure he was supposed to be all nonchalant and detached and tugging Will around by the wrists as he made him do things to him, but—all he really wanted to do was kiss all over his brand new boyfriend’s perfect body.
He didn’t want to think. He didn’t want to plan. He was too braindead for that kind of thing when it came to this. Will was better. Will was so good at it.
So he asked: “Tell me what to do, baby.”
But Will merely grinned against his mouth. “I’ve never done this, either,” he whispered, like an admission just for him. Like it didn’t make him hot all over to think of Will experiencing new things with him.
Suddenly, the pressure to make it great racked up to a hundred.
Mike pulled back to press his lips together and take a second without Will’s very distracting lips to try to think. Okay, so his hands were tied up. The whole point of that was that Will couldn’t touch, right? To keep his hands out of the way. He kind of understood the basics of it—or at least, what his intuition told him the basics were, here. He’d pinned Will’s wrists over his head before. This was no different, except they had an accessory.
“Mike?” Will asked, a little uncertainly.
“Just—figuring out how to—okay,” he told him quickly, kissing him as he made up his mind. Restraint, right? He could do that.
A palm on Will’s chest pushed him down gently away from him and back onto the table. Their eyes met, and Mike could see Will’s hazel eyes darkening as his pupils expanded with it. Could feel his dick twitching against his hips under his boxers.
“Arms up,” he told him, keeping his hand on his chest as he trailed the other one up and down over his thigh, enjoying the warmth and the firmness of his flesh and the soft little hairs that coated it. How they felt against his skin. Masculine, again. There was not a doubt in his mind that he was really gay.
“Okay,” Will breathed, shifting his arms up overhead to tip them against the table, nestling between the plates he’d haphazardly shoved aside.
And then Mike took a moment just to look. Will arched backwards on the table for him. He traced the curve of his back where it lifted off the wood as he let his other hand slide up to his neck, thumb seeking out the pulse point just off to the side.
This, he knew Will liked.
And fuck, was it the hottest thing ever. Something about feeling him like that. His heartbeat, his breath, moving under his hand—the proof of him being alive, real. Something about the way his breath hitched whenever he pressed in a little, how Will’s eyes unfocused ever so slightly. It made him feel sexy in a way Mike was not accustomed to feeling. Will made him feel sexy. He hoped it went both ways.
In fact—“You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
Just to make sure.
“Mike,” Will moaned quietly, and Mike could feel the word reverberate around his throat. He flexed his fingers instinctively.
The prettiest blush was spreading down Will’s chest and Mike leaned closer. The end of the table pressed into his thighs as he bent over his boyfriend to mouth up his sternum, turning his face to trail his lips across his collarbone. His skin was smooth over the delicate bone, and he moaned at the feeling of being so close to something so fragile.
The heat racked up.
Mike’s skin buzzed. He wanted to brush his lips over all of Will. Every surface he could reach, map it all out until he was intimately familiar with every nook and cranny. He loved this—being tucked away into him like this.
His mouth found a nipple, and he swirled his tongue around it slowly as Will shuddered under him.
“Good sensitive or bad sensitive?” he whispered, and his voice came out throatier now.
“Good,” Will gasped.
Mike gave it an experimental flick of his tongue, like he’d done in the shower the other day. Watched as the bud hardened, tiny and adorable and pink and slick with his spit.
Will whimpered, and he dug his thumb up under his jaw a bit more.
“So fucking cute,” he groaned as he slowly closed his lips around it, eyes flicking up to Will’s face as he gave it a gentle suck.
“Oh—god, Mike,” Will whined again, eyes screwed shut and arching his back even more against him. Like he wanted more of him. Like Mike was doing something very right.
“Yeah?” He flicked his tongue at it again, back and forth, eyes trained on him.
“Y-yeah, fuck. Feels—good, you’re so—”
“M’so what?” Mike teased in a murmur as he kissed across his chest to the other one to repeat the process, delighted to discover another part of his body to play with.
“Shut up.”
“Mmmmno. So what?” He sucked again, a little harder, and Will’s hips bucked up against his stomach.
Will keened. “Just—drive me crazy.”
Mike knew a thing or two about being driven crazy, but he still smirked around the little licks he was delivering to his nipple. The hand not at his throat trailed up to rub his thumb over the other one until Will was a shivering mess under him again.
Until he was gasping, “T-too much,” and Mike stopped.
“Baby,” he murmured, back to kissing up to his neck, making space for his mouth by shifting his hand around so he could bite and suck properly there. The way he liked. The way he knew would leave marks. Mike had realised very quickly that if it was up to him, Will would have his marks on him every single day for the rest of their lives.
Will arched again, head tossed back into the wood, arms still tied up and wriggling around above him. The sight was stupidly hot. Mike hadn’t exactly known what to expect from it, but yeah, okay. He definitely saw the damn appeal.
“You good there?” Mike asked with too much satisfaction in his voice not to be evident.
“I hate you,” Will whined back, but he was panting all open-mouthed, and when he opened his eyes, his pupils were blown out so much the sight had Mike’s dick twitching hard.
“You don’t,” he challenged him, leaning up a little only to grab his thighs with both hands and jerk him down the table closer to him until their crotches were pressed together. Will gasped quietly. Mike stared down at him, equally gone. “You love me.”
There was a flicker of a smirk around Will’s mouth as he stared back at him and said nothing, his tongue peeking out between his parted lips.
“Say it,” Mike demanded, something hot and sharp clawing at his chest and taking over, fingers digging into his flesh. “Say you love me.”
“Or what?” Will shot back, eyes flashing.
Oh. Oh, okay. Jesus Christ. Mike was not prepared for this. Mike was a lot of things, and prepared for this was not one of them.
He tripped over himself six ways from Sunday.
“Or—I—dunno, what—or nothing, or—just—”
There was no disguising the smirk on Will’s face now, and he watched him bite his lip through it and it looked so purposefully seductive that Mike groaned helplessly.
“You’re so unfair,” he hissed.
“Unfair?” Will asked innocently, still twisted up under him, chest slick where Mike’s mouth had been and boxers tenting with his arousal. He was the picture of sin. Mike wanted a photograph to carry around in his wallet.
“Can’t say things like that—”
“Shut me up, then.”
Will was actually going to kill him one of these days, Mike was sure of it.
But that, at least, he knew how to do. He leaned forward and reached above Will’s head to drag two fingers through some strawberry coulis on his plate before unceremoniously shoving them into Will’s mouth.
It was hot and wet and Will moaned around them at once, barely taking a second to recover from the surprise before he was sucking at them, tongue laving under Mike’s fingers as he held eye contact.
“Fuck,” Mike cursed under his breath hotly as he watched. On instinct, he pulled his fingers back through the suction to see some of the red liquid still clinging to them. So he pushed them back in. Will’s tongue kept working harder at them, cleaning them off eagerly as Mike felt his brain short-circuit.
There was just something about this that did things to him. He was pretty sure it did things to Will, too.
His hips rocked forward on their own accord, his clothed erection rubbing up against Will’s inner thigh. Will’s legs came up and hooked around Mike’s thighs, bringing him closer.
Mike’s gaze was glued to Will’s lips stretched out around his fingers, spit gathering at the corners as he fucked his fingers in and out of his mouth slowly, his own breath getting heavier like this was taking any sort of effort whatsoever.
“You’ve no idea how good you look like this,” he panted, voice low. “I love that you like it. How it turns you on. Take me so—” He had to cut himself off, then, because now he was thinking about fucking Will again and that was entirely counterproductive to what they were doing right now. “So pretty, baby, fuck.”
The hand on his thigh started exploring the way it was wont to do. Feeling up Will’s leg, to his hip, dipping a thumb under the fabric of his boxers to trace the softest skin right where his leg met his torso and follow the line of it to the neatly trimmed hair at the base of his cock. Heat radiated off him, and Mike could feel it jerk a little, like it was desperate to be touched.
Will twisted his arms above his head again, moaning around Mike’s fingers as he sucked them back in. The sensation of it was making Mike desperate, too. Because he also knew what it felt like to have them wrapped around his cock, all spit-slick and pink and he kind of wanted to know what it would feel like for Will to just take it the way he was taking his fingers right now and—
“Oh my god, I’m so fucking hard right now,” Mike felt the need to say, for some reason, even though Will could clearly feel him against his leg. He retrieved his hand from the leg of Will’s boxers to tuck them into his waistband instead and carefully tug it down.
Will’s cock sprung up against his stomach and Mike looked down at it, unable to help himself every single time, no matter how many times he’d seen it now. Couldn’t help the way his own mouth watered at it. Flushed and hard and leaking at the tip. All the visceral, obvious evidence that Will wanted him.
Again, something he should probably have internalised by this point given everything, but it still made him feel like a chorus of angels was singing in the back of his head every single time.
Licking his lips, he glanced back up at Will’s face. He was glassy-eyed and had rested his tongue against his fingers, watching him hotly. He whined when their eyes met, and Mike slowly retrieved his fingers.
“My turn,” Mike whispered, and braced himself on the table before bringing his wet fingers down to trace a slow line down Will’s cock. It twitched against his finger, slipping away from him as he finished pulling Will’s underwear off completely, and they dropped to the floor somewhere.
“Mike,” Will gasped, half-groaned, his voice wrecked. It was so hot.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Please.”
“Please what?” Mike teased, because he could do that, too. Because maybe he liked it when Will got all needy for him. He was so composed most of the time. He liked knowing he could undo him the way he undid him, too. Mike leaned over him to mouth down his stomach and felt it flutter under his lips.
Will whined in response, which wouldn’t do.
“Please what?” he repeated as he reached for his throat again, squeezing gently.
“Please suck me off,” Will whimpered breathily. For a split-second, he wondered why Will wasn’t pulling his hair about it already, then remembered his hands were tied up behind his head, and another jolt of arousal coursed through him.
“Yes, baby,” Mike agreed, the easiest thing he’d ever agreed to in his life, and then he bent over properly, let go of his neck to grab his legs and hoist them up onto his shoulders before he took his cock into his mouth.
The first taste of Will sat deliciously on his tongue. He lapped it up off the tip, sucked it all off like a prize. And he knew—and he liked knowing—that he was good at this, now. He’d always prided himself on being a pretty quick learner. Then again, the motivation to learn this had almost been too strong not to be.
“Oh, fuck—Mike,” Will moaned again, louder, his legs jerking atop his shoulders.
Doing this with the knowledge that Will loved him somehow made it even better. Tasted even sweeter. Knowing that when he did that thing with his tongue that he liked, or sucked that way, or jerked him off at the base with a twist of his palm, he was doing it to his boyfriend… it was the best kind of reward.
They really got to have this.
And Mike could die happy just having Will’s dick in his mouth. Which was a sentence he really never thought he’d say—or think—but here they were. He was just so sexy, and the noises that he made shot straight through him like heroin. Or what he assumed heroin felt like because he’d obviously never taken heroin.
This had to be close, though.
“You wanna touch so bad, don’t you?” Mike teased him as he licked at the head of his cock, and Will’s moans only raised in pitch.
They were spilling out of Will like he couldn’t help himself, and once again Mike wondered what he would sound like with him inside him. Whether he’d be just as unraveled, just as loud; whether it was even possible for him to be even more so. He was desperate to find out.
As if he couldn’t help the thought, he pulled off his dick momentarily to press on his thighs and bend him over more so he could mouth down his cock, over his balls briefly, until he reached the one part of Will he hadn’t explored yet. He licked at him eagerly, like a puppy lapping up spilled milk. His tongue pressed against his puckered entrance and he moaned with something close to frustration as he found himself enveloped in the musk mixed with their shower gel.
Will twitched against him. “M-Mike…”
“Mmmwantyou,” Mike growled against his skin again, his grip on his legs tightening. “Tastesogoodbaby.”
“Jesus christ,” Will hissed above him.
But he wasn’t telling him to stop, so. Mike pressed harder with his tongue, like he could hurry the moment along by trying to worm in there somehow. The only way he could without the right prep, without lube, why was the lube so far away?
When his tongue started aching, he pulled back, rolling it around in his mouth to stretch it as he straightened up. This was doing a number on his back, too, but he was ignoring that. “M’gonna finger you so fucking good someday,” he swore to him as he caught his eye again.
Will’s cheeks were flushed a deep pink, lips swollen and parted, and he merely nodded back at him. “Want it.”
“You—” Mike said, leaning down to suck his nipple again, hard. “Are—” Moved down his stomach to suck there, too. “So—” To his hip, biting at the skin. “Hot.”
He swallowed down his cock again and started bobbing his head at once, hollowing out his cheeks, doing everything he knew Will liked to get him there. He was so hard in his own pants—still sitting at his hips, undone—that he thought he would burst from it.
At some point, Will’s hips started bucking up more, that telltale sign of his. Breath hitching in that way he’d gotten to know so well. And right on cue—
“Babe, I’m so—” Mike groaned around him at the pet name. “I’m so close.”
So he redoubled his efforts, naturally.
It didn’t take long for Will to shudder—the expected tightening of his hands in his hair was pointedly missing—but then he was coming into his mouth. Mike took it all but didn’t swallow; it was easier this way, he’d found. He waited until Will had definitely finished before tightening his lips around him and pulling off.
Besides… then he could do things like these.
Hands back on Will's thighs, he brought him closer to the edge of the table so he could lean over him again, braced his palms either side of his head to hover his face over his.
Will knew exactly what he was doing, and a breathless mewl escaped him before he opened his mouth wide, tongue lolling out.
Fuck. Mike was going to die, again.
Carefully, eyes locked on his, he gathered the cum in his mouth and angled his face down to spit it down into Will’s.
It landed half on his tongue and half on the corner of his mouth.
A hot puff of breath left him at the sight, and Will merely licked it away without breaking eye contact, but kept his mouth open. With a trembling hand, Mike reached up and cradled Will’s jaw to press lightly on his chin with his thumb and close it for him.
The eye contact was burning him up from inside, and he watched the bob of Will’s throat as he swallowed.
Then Will was swinging his arms forward, tie and all, around Mike’s neck to yank him down against him for their messiest kiss yet. All tongues, all spit, all tasting like cum and strawberry and neither of them could stop moaning and Mike didn’t give a fuck about anything that wasn’t this particular moment in time.
Holy hell.
“What the fuck,” he gasped out against his boyfriend’s lips.
“I don’t know,” Will laughed breathlessly, nipping and sucking at his lips. “Jesus.”
“Sorry?” Mike whimpered between kisses.
“No,” Will replied roughly, tugging on his neck again. “Not sorry. Hot. You’re so hot. Everything you do is so hot to me.”
Mike moaned deeply, tongue grazing Will’s insistently as his hands clutched at his waist. Okay, then. Put that down on the list of things to pore over for the rest of his life.
“Come on me,” Will whispered, and Mike’s knees buckled again.
“Yeah?” he gasped against his mouth, biting at his lips back, trailing them down across his jaw, back to his neck. “Okay.”
He was so hard this was going to take an embarrassingly short time. Mike grabbed Will’s arms from around his neck and shoved them back onto the table above him, keeping his hand there as his other one reached into his boxers to pull his cock out and start jerking himself off.
The sight of Will alone, laid out on their dining table and looking… well, debauched, frankly, was enough to do it. More than enough. Mike grunted as heat racked up within him, and Will was biting his lip again and arching for him, like he wanted it and—
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Mike cursed as he brought himself over the edge, leaning over him and watching as thick ropes of cum flew out across Will’s body, painting him white.
A delirious, breathless laugh left him.
“What?” Will asked in a half-whine.
“Painting,” Mike said with a chuckle, jerking his chin down at his chest.
He could see Will clock what he was referring to and close his eyes as he groaned, but a smile hinted at the corners of his mouth, so he didn’t care. “Shut up, god.”
“Make me,” Mike teased, and he bent down to run his tongue up the length of his chest, just once, just to taste a little with whatever energy he still had left in him.
Will made another noise in the back of his throat before taking a deep breath and letting it go. “You’re—insatiable.”
“Uh-huh,” Mike agreed easily, kissing over his chest lightly before dipping his hands under his shoulders and back to pull him gently into a seated position again. Will’s arms came down between them and he started undoing the knot immediately.
“You okay?” he asked, eyes flicking up to his.
Will looked dazed and happy. “Mhm.”
The tie slithered away, off to join the rest of the clothes on the floor, and Mike lifted his wrists up to press soft kisses to them. They were slightly pink, but no marks on them otherwise. “Not hurt?”
“No,” Will whispered, gazing at him in that way he sometimes gazed at him that gave Mike butterflies. The way it’d always felt, even if he hadn’t realised they were butterflies before.
“Good.” Mike trailed his palms up his arms, shoulders, to cradle his face and pull him up for another kiss, slower than before. Gentle and sweet, their lips smacking quietly.
“My butt, on the other hand…” Will said after a moment. “Might be flat forevermore.”
“Oh, well, we can’t have that,” Mike cooed, pulling back as if he could look at it from here. “Not when you have the nicest butt in the world. Let me rescue it at once.”
Mike reached under his thighs and hoisted him up against him. Will’s arms scrambled around his shoulders for purchase even as he let out a surprised laugh.
“Mike!” he squealed.
“That’s Sir Michael, to you, actually,” he managed to hum as he adjusted his stance for the weight and carefully moved them back toward Will’s room, which was nearest.
“You’re going to drop me,” Will accused, even as he dropped his forehead to Mike’s shoulder, which was potentially the most adorable thing he’d ever seen him do.
“You’re going to drop me, ‘Sir’,” Mike corrected with amusement.
“Sir,” Will stressed. “I will take us both down with me.”
But Mike kept walking. “Nay. Thou art as light as a feather, my liege.”
Will laughed again, his evident embarrassment giving way enough for him to press a kiss to his shoulder. “Well, thou art too kind, then, good sir. I beg you lay me gently upon my bed.”
“I would not dream of anything less for my love,” Mike announced as he carefully tipped Will back onto his mattress, grinning as Will pulled him in at once, and he moved over him.
“I cherish thee,” Will whispered around his smile as they kissed again.
“And I treasure thee in return.”
Will’s hands were back in his hair as Mike rolled over next to him, and they smiled at each other dopily. Warm and spent and perfect, together. First Official Date: Cleared.