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Will’s eyes flutter as Mike’s tongue softly slides over his. The taste of cigarettes and cinnamon fill his mouth. He moans into the kiss, tugging at the curls at Mike’s nape. He had started growing his hair out again after their last “reunion,” with Will’s sly remark that it suited him when they’d gone over yearbooks and found the Hellfire Club picture; the others had all laughed, recalling how much of a dick Mike had been during that time. Carlton had sat there awkwardly, and Will had pitifully patted his hand, Mike’s eyes on them the whole time.
He feels Mike’s hand move up to his neck, fingers snagging on the chain. He whines as their lips separate with a wet sound, Mike leaning back.
“Did Carlton get you this necklace?” Mike asks, voice low and brows drawn together.
“Mhm,” Will replies, eyes half-lidded, tongue wetting his lips.
“Hm.” Mike’s fingers trail over the necklace, lifting the padlock up to look at it. “That’s cute.”
“Mike…,” Will sighs, halfheartedly reprimanding. “You’re literally inside me.”
“So?” Mike raises a brow. He rocks his hips and Will pulls on the curls within his grip at the pleasure that rolls through him. Mike’s fully sheathed inside of him, their clothes strewn across the floor; Will’s boyfriend is at his job, and they’ve taken the opportunity to finally finish what they’ve started with their shared looks and touches.
“You’re such a dick,” Will whines, before glaring. “Do not make that joke.”
Mike smirks, leaning back in as he presses his lips against Will’s in a kiss again—soft, warm, slick with spit. Will’s eyes start to close again, almost losing himself in the sensation as Mike begins to move his hips again. His brows furrow as he feels a tug at his necklace, then his eyes shoot open as it turns into a yank, accompanied by a snap.
“Mike!” His hand flew up to his neck, now empty as Mike held the broken necklace in his hand.
“Fucking cheapskate,” Mike sneers, holding the chain up to look at it. Will lowers his hand, not feeling the urge to fight to get it back. Mike glances at Will before tossing the necklace behind him, a soft thud as it lands somewhere.
“I have a better necklace for you, baby.”
Will sent Mike an irritated but contemplating look.
“Yeah?”
“Uh-huh.”
Will kept his gaze on Mike as he fully leant back into the pillows, his legs splaying open slightly to accommodate Mike as he straightened himself out. Will let out a small hum, biting his lip as the adjustment pushes Mike deeper into him.
One of Mike’s hands settles beside his head, holding himself up, then the other settles onto his neck, fingers pressing on either side of his throat.
“Oh,” Will murmurs, lashes fluttering. He feels the warmth in his stomach grow tighter, a flush forming on his cheeks.
“Good?” Mike asks, leaning over him and pulling out slightly.
Will lets out a soft noise of agreement before a broken uhn is punched out of him as Mike pushes himself back in.
Mike pulls out then pushes back in again, picking up a steady pace. The only sounds for a while are the wet squelches as Mike pistons his hips back and forth along with Will’s soft moans.
Mike decides to increase the pressure, tightening his fingers on Will’s throat—it sends a wave of euphoria through Will, his eyes rolling back as a loud moan rips out of him. Mike’s speed picks up in response, his own groan answering Will’s.
“Fuck, Will, you look so good beneath me. You feel so good, hhn.” Mike lessens the pressure and Will pants, thighs clenching against Mike’s hips and his toes curling as Mike continues to pound into him.
“Does he fuck you like I do? Does he make you cum like I do? C’mon, answer me,” Mike demands, increasing the pressure on Will’s throat before letting up enough for him to respond.
“N- No, mh, Mike, no, no,” Will whines. He reaches a hand down between them, fingers trailing along the sensitive skin on his pussy as he finds his clit and begins to rub at it.
Will’s brain seems to fill with static, mind solely focused on how long Mike’s dick is as it easily reaches into him, deeper than his stupid fucking boyfriend’s’, hitting all the right spots. He’s missed it, missed Mike.
Mike leans further down, catching Will’s parted lips with his, tongue pushing inside. The slick glide of Mike’s tongue over his overwhelms him as he continues to play with his clit and Mike pushes up into him, rubbing over that sweet spot.
Will feels the pressure build in his stomach, his other hand coming up to grasp at Mike’s wrist. Mike presses his fingers down again, Will struggling to keep his eyes open as the breath is knocked out of him.
“I’m gonna knock you up, make you mine. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Mike grunts, the sound of skin on skin punctuating each word. “Fucking… Full of me, only me.”
That’s enough to send Will over the edge, keening as he clenches down. His legs shake and he feels a wet gush as he squirts.
“Oh, fuck, Will,” Mike groans, feeling Will’s cunt clench down, the walls trembling around his cock. His thrusts become sloppy before he finally buries himself fully in Will, warmth filling Will as Mike comes. Mike props himself up on his forearms as he almost collapses onto Will, lowering his head to Will’s throat.
He presses his lips against Will’s Adam’s apple, the skin soft under his slightly chapped lips. He parts his lips, sucking on it.
“Mmm, Mike,” Will sighs, running a hand through his curls. Mike shifts his hips and Will moans at the overstimulation. There’s a soft pop as Mike pulls his lips off, a bruise blossoming where they were.
“There. A charm for your necklace.”