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"I'm just saying," Mike said, shrugging out of his jacket and reaching for Will's coat, "If you're going to order the most pretentious thing on the menu, you have to at least commit to pretending you actually like it."
"I did commit!" Will protested, but he was grinning as he let Mike slide the coat off his shoulders. "I ate the whole thing didn't I?"
"You made faces the entire time."
"I did not make faces."
"You absolutely did, baby." Mike hung both coats on the rack by the door, his hand lingering on Will's lower back as he guided him further into the apartment. "That little nose scrunch you do when you're trying to be polite about something you dislike, told me all I needed to know."
Will's cheeks flushed. "Okay, fine," he said, still smiling. "Maybe I made a face, but you're the one who picked the fancy new restaurant." Will moved toward the living room, toeing off his shoes.
Their apartment was warmer than outside, the radiator ticking softly in the corner. Outside, the city hummed—car horns, distant voices, the perpetual white noise of New York at night. He followed Will in, bending to collect the shoes from where they'd landed by the couch and carried them to the closet, lining them up on the shoe rack, and turned back.
Will was at the window now, his back turned, looking out at the lights.
Mike crossed the room slowly, coming up close enough to Will's back to feel the warmth radiating off his body. He settled his hands on Will's shoulders and worked his thumbs in circles, feeling the tension melt under his hands.
"Feel good?" Mike asked, voice low against his hair.
"Mhm."
After a moment, Mike leaned in closer. He could smell Will's hair, the faint trace of the cologne he'd worn to dinner. His mouth found the curve where Will's neck met his shoulder, and he pressed a kiss there.
Then another, slightly higher.
Will's head tilted forward slightly, exposing more of his neck. A small sound escaped him, barely audible, something between a sigh and a hum. Mike could feel the tension in Will's shoulders dissipating. Then Mike's hands slid from Will's shoulders to his waist, and he gently turned Will around to face him. Their eyes met for just a moment before Mike pulled him in close, their bodies pressed together. Mike tilted Will's chin up with one finger and leaned in, but he stopped just short of closing the distance between them.
Instead, he teased—tracing Will's lower lip with just the tip of his tongue. Will's breath caught. Mike did it again, slower this time, brushing the corner of his mouth, then towards the center of his lower lip. Will's hands came up to hold Mike's waist for leverage.
"Mike," Will whispered, his mouth already opening in anticipation, gripping Mike's tie to pull him closer. Mike felt the tension in Will's grip, the way his fingers twisted in the silk fabric. Mike broke the kiss just enough to breathe.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmured, his voice strained.
"Then show me," Will said, his voice rough and needy, almost breaking on the words. Mike watched Will's eyes—dark with desire, pupils swallowed wide—and felt something shift in his chest at the sight of him like this, at the challenge written across his face.
Mike's hand slid down Will's back and gripped his ass, pulling their hips flush. Will gasped at the contact, at the hardness pressing through both their pants. Mike kissed him again—messier this time.
Will's hands fumbled with the knot in Mike's tie, loosening it before moving to the buttons of his shirt with shaky fingers. "Bedroom," he managed.
Mike didn't need to be told twice.
He grabbed Will's hand and pulled him into the bedroom, stumbling into a messy kiss. He pushed Will back onto the bed. Will's hair tumbled across his forehead as he looked up, cheeks flushed, his gaze traveling over Mike.
"You're so pretty like this," Mike said, his voice low. He climbed onto the bed, settling his weight over Will, one knee between his thighs. "All worked up for me."
"Only for you," Will breathed, and it came out like a promise.
Mike kissed him again, savoring every single one. Then he moved down—jaw, neck, collarbone—leaving a trail of open-mouth kisses. His hands found the hem of Will's shirt and pushed it up. Will lifted his arms and Mike pulled it off completely, tossing it somewhere behind him.
He kissed Will's chest, tongue flicking over one nipple, then the other. Will arched up into it, a whimper escaping him. Mike's mouth moved lower—sternum, ribs, the warm skin of his stomach. When Mike reached the waistband of Will's pants, he paused. His fingers hooked into belt loops, eager to pull them down, but something caught his eye.
Something delicate.
Lace.
Mike looked up at Will, whose face had gone pink, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
"Will," Mike said, his voice low. "Are you wearing—"
"Yeah," Will breathed. "I am."
Mike's hands tightened on Will's hips. He pulled the pants down slowly, revealing inch by inch the pink panties underneath—soft, sheer, the lace trim catching the light, hugging Will's body in a way that made Mike's mouth go dry.
"Jesus Christ," Mike whispered. "How long have you been wearing these?"
"All night," Will admitted, his voice shaky.
Mike groaned, his forehead dropping to rest against Will's hip. "You've been sitting across from me all night in these and didn't say anything?"
"I wanted to surprise you."
"Fuck, baby." Mike's hands ran over the lace, tracing the texture, the way it barely covered anything. "You're going to kill me."
Mike could feel Will's gaze on him, and he suddenly became aware of his own reactions—the slack of his jaw, the flush creeping up his neck. He tried to compose himself, but something in Will's eyes made him pause. His hands stilled on Will's waist as he looked up again, knowing he couldn't hide what he was feeling.
Something almost shy.
"What?" Will asked quietly.
Mike pulled back and stood up, one hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. "I, uh—" He laughed, but it came out nervous. "Fuck."
"Mike?"
Instead of answering, Mike reached for the hem of his own shirt and pulled it over his head in one smooth motion. He watched Will's eyes track down his chest, his stomach, and then—
"Are you—"
"Yeah." Mike's voice was quieter now, almost embarrassed. "I thought—I don't know, I thought it might be… I wanted to try it."
For a moment, Will lay propped up on his elbows, his body stretched out across the bed as he stared at Mike. Then, a smile spread across his face. "Are you wearing panties, Mike Wheeler?"
"Don't—" Mike started, but Will was already moving toward him. He shifted forward, onto his hands and knees, and started crawling across the bed to where Mike was standing.
Mike's eyes went wide, his breath stuttering as Will approached. Will settled at the edge of the bed, still on all fours, his face level with Mike's waist. He looked up through his lashes, and Mike's hand came down to cup his jaw, thumb brushing over his cheek.
"Can I?" Will asked, his fingers already at Mike's belt.
"Yeah," Mike breathed. "Yeah, baby."
Will worked the belt open slowly, then the button, then the zipper. Mike's breathing quickened, his chest rising and falling faster with each second. He could feel the tension coiling through his own body. When Will hooked his fingers into the waistband and began to pull down, Mike's hand tightened on his shoulder, needing something to ground himself.
The pants slid down inch by inch, revealing the black lace underneath—delicate, sheer, the intricate patterns barely containing him.
"Holy shit," Will whispered, looking up at Mike. Mike could feel the heat flooding his face, knew it had gone red. "You've been wearing these all night too?"
"Since this morning," Mike admitted. His voice was rough, strained. "I put them on before work."
Will's hands ran up Mike's thighs, fingers tracing the edge of the lace. "You wore these to work?"
"Yeah."
"Through the whole day? Through dinner?"
"Mhm."
"Fuck, Mike." Mike watched as Will leaned forward, felt the press of his mouth against his hip, right where the lace met skin. He forgot to exhale. "That's so hot."
"I thought—" Mike's hand came down to Will's hair, fingers threading through it. "I thought you'd maybe think it was weird or something. I dunno."
"Weird?" Will looked up at him, surprise open on his face. "Baby, I'm literally wearing pink lace panties right now."
Mike laughed—a real laugh this time, some of the tension breaking. "I know. I just—I've never done this before."
"Me neither." Will kissed his hip again, then the other side. "But I'm really glad we both had the same idea."
"Yeah?"
"Of course." Will said as Mike felt his hands slide around to his ass, felt him explore the lace there, the way it barely covered anything. "You look incredible."
Mike's grip tightened in his hair. "So do you, baby. So fucking good. Now, lay back for me," Mike said, his voice commanding. "Let me take care of you."
Will settled back against the pillows, and Mike followed him up, moving up closer until their faces were inches apart. He could see the want pooling in Will's eyes.
He kissed him then—deep and slow, his tongue sliding against Will's as his hands braced on either side of Will's head. Will's hands came up to grip Mike's shoulders, pulling him closer, sinking into the kiss until they were both breathing hard through their noses.
When Mike finally broke away, Will made a small sound of protest that turned into a gasp as Mike moved to his neck. Mike kissed along the column of Will's throat, feeling the rapid flutter of pulse beneath his lips, then sucked hard at the sweet spot where neck met shoulder. Will's fingers dug into his back.
"Mike—" Will's voice was breathy, strained.
Mike sucked harder, determined to leave a mark, something that would still be there tomorrow. Will's hips jerked up beneath him, seeking friction, and Mike smiled against his skin before releasing it with a final kiss.
He made his way down, kissing across Will's collarbone, down his chest. He paused to tongue at one nipple, then the other, feeling Will shudder beneath him. His hands traced down Will's sides as his mouth followed, kissing down his stomach, feeling the muscles jump and tense under his lips.
When he reached the pink lace, Mike settled between Will's legs, his hands gliding up Will's thighs. He could see how hard Will was—the fabric stretched tight, a damp spot already forming. Mike leaned forward and mouthed him through the pretty pink fabric, applying firm pressure with his lips and tongue.
"Fuck—" Will's back arched off the bed, his hand flying to Mike's hair, fingers tangling in his curls and pulling.
Mike did it again, dragging his mouth along the length of him through the fabric, feeling Will's cock twitch against his lips. He pulled back just enough to look up, meeting Will's eyes. "You're so beautiful like this," Mike whispered, his voice rough and reverent. "So perfect for me. Only for me."
"All yours—" Will's voice broke slightly, his grip tightening in Mike's hair.
"I love you so much," Mike whispered, pressing a kiss to the inside of Will's thigh, his hand splayed protectively across Will's hip. Then, he leaned down and caught the edge of the pink lace between his teeth. He pulled slowly, dragging the fabric down inch by inch, watching as Will's cock was gradually exposed.
Mike lowered his head and took just the tip into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. Will's hips jerked up and Mike pressed a hand to his hip, holding him down.
"Stay still for me," Mike murmured against him, then took him deeper, his lips sliding down the shaft, building the intensity with each movement. Will's gasps grew ragged above him, small gasps and moans falling from his lips as Mike worked him with his mouth, taking him deeper with each pass.
Will's hips shifted slightly—just a small movement, barely a thrust, like he was testing the waters. His fingers tightened in Mike's curls, and Mike could feel the tension in Will's body, the way he was holding himself back.
Mike moaned around him in response, a low sound that vibrated through his throat. He relaxed his jaw, letting his mouth become more yielding. His eyes flicked up to meet Will's, and he saw the moment Will understood—his pupils gone dark, his lips parting in surprise.
"You don't—" Will's voice was uncertain, questioning.
Mike drew back, just enough to speak, his lips still brushing against him. "It's okay," he whispered. "I want you to."
He took Will back into his mouth, deeper this time, and loosened his grip on Will's hip—an invitation, permission. Will's breath shuddered out of him, and after a moment, he moved again, more intentional this time, his hips rolling up as Mike's mouth slid down.
Mike choked out a sound that was pure need, his own cock so hard it hurt, trapped in the wet fabric of the panties. It was pure fucking submission, and Mike was gone for it. He felt the shift when Will's control snapped into place, when his hips started to move forward in a rhythm that promised to ruin him.
"God, Mike—" Will's voice was wrecked, his eyes locked on Mike's face. "You're—fuck, you’re so, so good to me."
Mike's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, pleasure washing through him at the praise, at being exactly what Will needed. He pulled off, and the wet, slick sound made Will gasp, his fingers tightening in Mike's hair. Mike didn't give him a chance to complain—just crawled up his body and crushed their mouths together.
When they finally broke apart, both gasping, Mike's forehead dropped to rest against Will's. His heart was pounding so hard he was sure Will could feel it.
"Mike?" Will's voice was gentle, questioning. His thumbs brushed over Mike's cheekbones, gentle and grounding. "You okay, baby?"
Something in Mike's chest pulled tight. He could feel the heat in his face, the ache low in his belly that made him shift restlessly against Will. "I—" He started, then stopped, biting his lip. His eyes flickered up to meet Will's before darting away, something hungry in them. "I want to ask you something."
Will waited, patient and steady beneath him. One hand slid from Mike's face to the back of his neck, fingers threading through his hair in a way that always made Mike feel safe—made him feel brave.
"Hey," Will murmured. "It's just me. You can tell me anything."
Mike's breath stuttered. When he looked back at Will, his lips were already parted. "I want—" His voice came out rough. "Will, I want you to... inside me. Like, with your… fingers.” He trailed off, his face flushing deeper, unable to quite say it, hands moving as he spoke. His hips shifted against Will's, a small restless movement that said everything his mouth couldn't. "Please, I just—I need you to."
Will nodded, understanding, Mike's request. "Of course, baby" Will breathed. His other hand slid down Mike's side, fingers trailing over the lace at his hip. "Get comfortable for me. I'm gonna make you feel so good. I promise."
Something in Mike's chest loosened as he shifted back against the pillows. The cool sheets pressed against his overheated skin, and he was acutely aware of his own body—the black lace stretched tight, the head of his cock peeking over the waistband, flushed and leaking.
He watched Will get up and move to the nightstand, his silhouette backlit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Mike had thought about this moment for so long—weeks, maybe months if he was being honest with himself.
Gotten off to it even—the idea of Will's fingers inside him, curling just right, finding that spot that would make his whole fucking brain shut off.
Will returned with the small bottle of lube and settled beside him, close enough that their bodies touched from shoulder to hip. His hand came up to cup Mike's face, and he leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips. "I love you," he murmured against his mouth.
Then Will's hand slid down, palming Mike through the soaked lace, and Mike's hips jerked up involuntarily.
A whimper escaped his throat before he could stop it—high and needy and completely beyond his control. Will leaned in, pressing a kiss to Mike's jaw, then his neck. His hand slid lower, fingers hooking into the thin band of his panties. Mike's breath hitched as Will tugged the panties down, just enough to free his cock completely.
He wrapped his hand around Mike's cock and stroked once. Mike's whole body arched into it. Will's thumb swept over the head, gathering the wetness there, and Mike whimpered. "I love that you wanted this," Will murmured. "I love that you told me. That you trust me enough for this."
Will shifted his body down and moved his hands over to Mike's hips. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of the black lace and tugged them the rest of the way off. Mike lifted his hips to help. Will tossed the panties aside and reached for the bottle of lube next to them. When he turned back, his eyes found Mike's, and there was something so tender in his expression that it made Mike's throat tight.
"You're sure about this?" Will asked quietly, his thumb brushing over Mike's hipbone. "We don't have to—"
"I'm sure," Mike said immediately, his voice rough. "I want this. I want… you."
Will's eyes grew tender, and he leaned down to press a kiss to Mike's mouth—slow and sweet. "Okay," he murmured against Mike's lips. "Tell me if it's too much or if you need me to stop."
Mike nodded, his heart pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat.
Will settled beside him, one hand resting on Mike's thigh as he flicked open the cap of the lube. The sound of it made Mike's breath catch, made everything feel suddenly more real. He watched as Will squeezed some onto his fingers, then set the bottle aside.
"Spread your legs a little more for me," Will said gently, and Mike did, his thighs falling open. He felt exposed like this, vulnerable in a way that should've made him want to hide.
Will's hand slid down, lower and lower. When the cool lube touched his entrance, Mike gasped, his whole body jerking slightly at the sensation.
"Cold?" Will asked, his voice soft.
"Yeah," Mike managed, his voice barely there. "But—it's good. Keep going."
Will's fingers moved in small circles, spreading the lube, and Mike's hips shifted restlessly against the sheets. Then Will's finger pressed firm against him—just the tip at first, gentle and careful. Mike's breath caught in his chest, his hands gripping the sheets as Will pushed in slowly, giving him time to adjust.
The stretch came instantly, sharp and unfamiliar. Mike's eyes clamped shut, his whole body tensing as Will's finger pushed deeper, until—
Oh.
Oh.
So that's what this feels like.
"Holy shit," Mike gasped, his voice breaking.
"I know," Will murmured. "You're doing so well for me."
Will's finger pushed in all the way, and Mike felt it—felt the fullness, the stretch, the way his body was opening up for Will in a way it never had before.
It was overwhelming, intense, almost too much but he wanted more. His head fell back against the pillow, his mouth falling open as he tried to process the sensation.
"How does it feel?" Will asked, his voice low and careful.
Mike's eyes fluttered open, finding Will's face. "It's—it's good. Really fucking good."
Will's expression softened, and he leaned in to kiss Mike's hip, his finger still buried inside him.
Then Will started to move his finger slowly until he found a rhythm, pulling out slightly before pushing back in with a second finger, and each time he curled inside, Mike felt him hit something inside that made his vision blur. The burn had melted into pure pleasure, and Mike couldn't stop the sounds spilling from his mouth.
"That's it," Will breathed, watching Mike come apart beneath him. "Let me hear you."
Mike groaned, his hand shooting down to wrap around his own cock. He stroked himself in time with Will's fingers—pulling up as Will pushed in, their movements locked together perfectly. The dual sensation overwhelmed him: the fullness inside, the pressure on that spot that made him feel dizzy, the friction of his own hand.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" Mike's hips rocked between the two sensations, his whole body quaking. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his chest heaving as he gasped for air.
Will's pace quickened, his fingers driving into Mike with increasing intensity, and Mike matched it—his hand moving faster, his moans growing louder and more desperate. "Oh—oh god, Will—" he gasped, his hips jerking erratically as pleasure spiraled through him.
Mike genuinely felt like he was going to see God himself.
"Baby—" Mike's voice cracked, his body going rigid as he felt himself getting dangerously close. His hips thrust upward desperately, seeking more, his hand moving faster on his own cock. He was right there, teetering on the edge, about to tip over into—
"W-Wait," Mike gasped suddenly, his hand shooting out to grab Will's wrist. His whole body was shaking, his cock still hard and aching in his grip. "Stop, stop—please—I’m close. Let me fuck you, please baby.”
Will’s eyes had gone dark, his breathing uneven, and a slow smile spread across his lips. He pulled his fingers out slowly and Mike whimpered at the loss.
“God,” Will breathed, leaning in close, his lips brushing the shell of Mike’s ear. “You sound so pretty when you beg.”
Heat flooded Mike's face, but beneath it, a sharp, thrill shot through him. “Shut up—"
But Will's smile only widened as he leaned back slightly. "No, I don't think so. Beg properly for me, Mike."
Mike's jaw tightened, his mind short-circuiting from the sheer, overwhelming need. His cock throbbed, painfully hard, and Will knew—knew and was making him voice it. "Will—"
"That's my name, baby," Will whispered, his hand tracing down Mike's chest. "But I want to hear you ask me. Really ask me."
"Please, Will," Mike whimpered out, his voice breaking. His drew his eyebrows together and raised them, staring up at Will. "Please, I need—I need to be inside you so badly I can't think straight. I can't—" His voice dropped to something raw and pleading, his eyes wide. "I’ll do anything."
Will's expression melted, a soft sigh escaping him. He cupped Mike's face, his thumb stroking over the furrow of his brow, trying to smooth it away. "God, you know those puppy-dog eyes work on me so fast, don't you?" he murmured, a fond, helpless smile touching his lips. "Okay. Okay, baby. Come here."
Will shifted onto his back, spreading his legs. Mike moved between them on his knees, his cock hard and leaking. He grabbed the lube from beside them—his hand shaking with excitement as he squeezed some into his palm.
The lube was cool against his skin. He wrapped his hand around himself and stroked, coating his length. Will watched him the whole time, his chest heaving, his eyes dark and fixed on Mike's cock. Then, Mike positioned himself at Will's entrance.
"Go slow," Will whispered, though his voice was tight with anticipation.
Mike just nodded, his throat too tight to form words. He pressed forward, watching with rapt attention as the head of his cock began to breach the tight ring of muscle. The resistance was a yielding surrender as Will's body stretched to accommodate him.
"Fuck—" Will's head fell back against the pillows, his hands fisting the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white. A choked moan escaped his lips.
Mike pushed deeper, inch by inch.
The heat was intense, almost unbearable—Will's body gripping him so tight it was hard to breathe.
Every muscle in Mike's body wanted to just shove in, to bury himself completely and lose control, but he forced himself to stay at a steady pace. His jaw clenched so hard it ached. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he fought to stay still, to not just take what he needed.
"That's it," Will panted, his eyes fluttering open, glassy and dark with pleasure. "You're so big."
Finally, his hips were flush against Will's ass, buried to the absolute hilt. Mike froze, trembling violently, overwhelmed by the sensation. The mind-blowing intimacy of being inside Will, of Will trusting him enough to take him like this, of finally claiming what he'd been aching for—it was almost too much. It stole the air from his lungs.
"Will," Mike choked out, his hands bracing on the bed beside Will's head. "Oh god, Will. You're... fuck, so tight. How are you always this tight—Ah."
Will's hands flew up to grip his shoulders, his nails digging in hard enough to sting. "Move," he demanded, his voice ragged, his hips already rolling in a silent plea. "Mike, move. I need you to fuck me now."
And Mike did.
He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, then pushed back in. Will gasped. Mike did it again—faster this time, harder. Will's body tightened around him, and Mike groaned, his forehead dropping to Will's shoulder. He found a pace, thrusting into Will with everything he had, chasing the feeling of Will wrapped around him as Mike buried his face in Will's neck, breathing him in as he moved.
Will's legs wrapped around Mike's waist, pulling him deeper, and Mike's rhythm stuttered for a second before he found it again. He lifted his head, needing to see Will's face—needing to watch him fall apart.
Will's eyes were half-lidded, his mouth open and wet, their gazes locked on each other. Mike leaned down and kissed him, their lips barely coordinating. It was more breathing into each other's mouths than anything else.
Mike shifted his angle, pushing Will's thighs up higher, and Will made a choked sound against his mouth.
"There?" Mike asked, doing it again, hitting that spot inside him that made Will's whole body jerk.
"Fuck—yes, right there, don't stop—"
Mike didn't. He kept the angle, kept the pace, and Will's hands scrambled for purchase on his back, his shoulders, anywhere he could reach. Mike could feel the sting of Will's nails dragging down his skin and it only made him thrust harder.
"You're so—" Mike's voice came out as a whimper, cracking on the words. "God, Will, you're—" He couldn't finish, his breath hitching as he buried his face in Will's shoulder. "You're taking all of me so well, I can't—" Another whimper escaped him, desperate and broken.
Will moaned louder, his head falling back against the pillow, and Mike followed him down, pressing their foreheads together. Their breath mingled, hot and ragged, and Mike couldn't tell where he ended and Will began anymore.
Mike had Will folded almost in half, sinking into him deeper, their mouths pressed together too messy to even count as kissing—just open and panting and whimpering into each other, swallowing every sound the other one made.
"Mike—Fuck—"
"I know, baby. I know."
Will whined into his mouth and Mike answered back with one of his own, hips rolling harder, the bed creaking under them. Will's hands fisted in his hair and held him there, kept him close, kept the wrecked little sounds trapped between their lips.
"Oh my—" Mike's voice broke against his tongue. "You feel so good, you feel so—"
"Please baby—"
"That's right." Mike's hand slid down to grip Will's hip, pinning him in place as he thrust deeper. "I still can't believe you kept that secret all night. Sitting across from me at dinner with those panties on, such a naughty boy."
Will made a sound that was half-laugh, half-moan. "And you had the same dirty idea," he managed, his voice shaking with amusement and desperation. "I was dying the whole time and you had no clue—ah—just sitting there, completely oblivious."
"I know now," Mike said, his voice dropping low and possessive. "And I'm never going to forget how gorgeous you looked in them. I'm gonna buy you so many more. Red ones, yellow ones, white lace that shows everything." His hips rolled deeper, punctuating each word.
"Fuck, Mike—" Will's legs tightened around him. "You can't just—you can't say shit like that when you're—when I'm—"
"When you're what?" Mike teased, slowing his thrusts, making Will feel every inch inside. "When you're about to come? Is that what you're trying to say, baby?"
Will's hands flew to Mike's face, pulling him down into another kiss—this one harder, more demanding. When they broke apart, Will's eyes were fierce. "You're such a tease," he said.
"Yeah, but you know you love it."
"I love you," Will corrected, his voice cracking on the words.
"I love you," Mike whispered back, pressing kisses to Will's jaw, his cheek, the corner of his mouth. "So much. So fucking much."
Will's hand came up to cup the back of Mike's neck, holding him close. "Then don't stop," he said softly. "Please, Mike. I need—I'm so close—"
Mike could feel it—the way Will was tightening around him, the way his whole body was tensing. Mike's own orgasm was building at the base of his spine, pressure coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust.
"Touch yourself," Mike said, his voice rough.
Will's hand immediately went to his cock, wrapping around himself and stroking in time with Mike's thrusts. The sight of it—Will jerking himself off while Mike fucked him, his face twisted in pleasure, his body open and trusting—it was almost enough to send Mike over the edge right there.
"God, you were made for me," Mike groaned. "Look at you, baby. Taking my cock so well, touching yourself for me. You're perfect. You're so—fuck—"
Will's free hand grabbed at Mike's shoulder, his nails digging in. "Mike, I'm—I can't—"
"I've got you," Mike promised, his hips snapping harder, faster. "I've got you, baby. Let go. Come for me."
"Mike—oh god, Mike—" Will's voice broke on Mike's name, and that sound—the raw desperation of it, the way Will never held anything back—and Mike loved every filthy second of it.
The sound of Will's cries sent Mike crashing over the edge. His hips stuttered, thrusting harder, deeper, as his orgasm tore through him. He came inside Will with a broken moan, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself, their sounds mixing together—whimpers and breathless moans filling the room.
Mike collapsed forward, burying his face in Will's neck, still inside him. His cock twitched with aftershocks, and he could feel Will trembling beneath him, both of them breathing hard and shaking. After a moment, Mike slowly pulled out, watching as come leaked from Will's body.
He moved up immediately, pressing soft kisses to Will's temple, his cheek, his lips. "I love you," Mike whispered against his mouth. "You did so well for me." His hands smoothed over Will's sides, gentle and grounding, holding him close as they both came down together.
Will's arms wrapped around Mike's neck, pulling him closer, and for a long moment they just breathed together, foreheads touching. Then Will pulled back slightly, his eyes searching Mike's face with that careful intensity he got when he was checking in.
"You okay?" Will asked softly, his thumb tracing circles on Mike's shoulder. "That was... a lot."
Mike felt something warm bloom in his chest at the question—at Will thinking to ask, at the care in his voice. "Yeah," Mike breathed. "More than okay. That was—" He shook his head, unable to find words that could capture it. "It's always perfect with you."
Will smiled, a small giggle escaping his lips. "You were pretty good yourself."
Mike let out a soft laugh and they shifted closer. He pulled Will against him, and Will rested his head on Mike's chest. The sheets were a tangled mess around them, and Mike was pretty sure their panties had ended up somewhere near the foot of the bed. He'd find them later.
"So," Mike said after a moment, his voice teasing, "I'm thinking we need to invest in more lingerie. For research purposes, of course."
Will laughed, turning his head up to catch Mike's lips. "Research purposes?"
"Mhmm. Very thorough research." Mike pressed another kiss to Will's lips. "We should probably start tomorrow."
"Tomorrow sounds good to me," Will hummed in agreement, still catching his breath against Mike's chest. Mike held him there, one hand stroking down his back, feeling Will's heartbeat gradually slow beneath him.
There was nowhere else Mike wanted to be.