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Safe to say, this was sufficiently awkward.
Mike doesn’t know why– or, actually, scratch that. Yes, he does. Right now, laying in bed with Will, both of them spent but not quite happy, he knows exactly why they both felt strange about what happened. And it wasn’t either of their faults.
The two of them– Mike and Will– having been dating for a couple years now. They got together in the freshman year of college, and it was their junior year. It’s been a long time coming, since they met each other at just five years old. Just a few months ago, they finally told their families about it. The party, a few months before.
And recently, they’ve started getting… more intimate. Their makeout sessions have gotten steamy, they’ve been undressing around each other more, there’s been teasing… so it made sense to finally start diving into all that sex stuff.
With most of it, just– wow, it’s amazing. Smaller things like a hand job here and there, or grinding their hips together, they make Mike tremble with happiness.
But then, last night, they tried the more intense stuff. Like, cock in hole stuff.
Honestly, Mike didn’t know what to think. He was the one to ‘penetrate’ Will, of course, and Will was the one to take it in. And it did feel amazing. Feeling Will all around the most sensitive part of his body, bare hips to hips.. Of course it was good.
But… the thing was, Mike was terrified the entire time. His anxious thoughts went haywire, scared he would hurt Will if he did even the slightest thing wrong.
That was what really put a buffer on feeling absolutely amazing about it. And Will was great about it, assuring Mike he was doing a good job, directing him on what to do when Mike froze up, but now… Mike was scared Will didn’t enjoy it as much as he should have. Will deserved to feel amazing in bed– and out of bed, of course– so if Mike was failing him on that aspect, it would be an absolute nightmare.
Except, the thing about Will is that he would never just outright tell Mike he did a bad job. Will was too kind for that. He was too forgiving and too sweet.
He glanced over Will, who was slipping his socks on for an early morning class.
And he didn’t want to seem pathetic. Asking Will something like, ‘did I make you feel good in bed last night’ felt cringe and even more awkward than just the silence.
“See you later,” Will told him as he leaned over the bed and kissed Mike goodbye.
“See you,” Mike echoed softly. He hoped it didn’t show on his face how worried he was. He watched Will leave their bedroom, before he let out a soft sigh, curling up in their bed and burying his face under the covers. Like that’ll drown his sorrows.
What if he was just a loser who sucked at sex? What if Will wanted to leave him because of that? He spent so long finding his way to Will, it would destroy him if Will broke up with him. He might actually lose his shit and die on the spot. The humiliation would be the end of him. He would have to change his name and flee.
Maybe he was being over dramatic.
~~~~~
Will was going to lose his mind before he even finished the lecture.
Listen, last night was amazing. It was! It was the first time he and Mike have ever done anything like that together and it felt really great. Mike was amazing.
But it was so awkward. And, again, last night was amazing, but Will wasn’t as… excited by the end of it as he thought he would be. When he was younger, he had stolen(yes, little Will Byers was capable of such a crime) all these magazines and books that had– in quite graphic detail– described the before, during, and after of gay men having sex. But Will hadn’t felt that ‘mega high’ the books had talked about.
He had felt relaxed and really tired, but not as incredibly blissed out as the magazines had told him they would be. It was nice, but it wasn’t fun. Mike was great, but he seemed so nervous the entire time. He had barely relaxed.
Maybe he realized he doesn’t like fucking a guy. Will’s thoughts whispered, and he snapped the pencil he was using to take notes. The guy next to him gave a side eye.
No, no, no. Will tried to tell himself, nervously taking out another pencil and glancing at the teacher, who hadn’t even noticed the pencil breaking. The guy next to him looked away. That’s stupid. We’re both gay. Why wouldn’t he like sex with me?
Then he almost snapped a second pencil. What if it was because of me?
He spent the rest of the lecture with a dark cloud hanging over his head. He couldn’t even focus on the teacher’s words. All he could focus on was Mike’s expression when Will had left that morning. His boyfriend looked so apprehensive, like he was trying to decide something. What if he was thinking about breaking up?
Will walked to his next class in a daze. Painting was at least a good venting system, although the room was never quiet. His painting for the day was a canvas covered in different shades of hues in large vertical brush strokes, with a glowing yellow ball in the very center. He had painted it in a complete daze. He stares at it blankly.
“Hm,” His teacher says, squinting at the canvas. She was a nice woman who had an impeccable sense of style, and art. “Well, it’s definitely trying to tell us something.”
One thing about Ms. Kathy is that she never questioned why Will paints. If he says he doesn’t know the meaning behind the art piece, she guides him to the answer with all the right questions. But Will felt too disoriented to follow along.
The class finished with the painting sitting there, unlabeled.
Will goes to his job at the nearby cafe, still deep in thought. He’s so deep in thought he messes up three drinks before his coworker and friend, Marius, pulls him aside.
“What’s going on with you?” Marius questions with a concerned look on his face.
“I had sex with my boyfriend yesterday,” Will blurted out, tiredly.
They stare at each other for a moment. Marius was one of the many queer friends Will had made on campus, and one of the first people Mike had given the okay to tell about their relationship. Will doesn’t often ask for romantic advice, not from Marius, at least, but he was tired and drained from overthinking. Fuck it.
Marius crossed his arms, leaning back. “So?” He asks after a minute. “Was it terrible? Because your face is telling me it was terrible. Did he suck at it?”
Will flushed at the double meaning. “No, he was great, honestly,” He starts, before rubbing his hand on his opposite elbow awkwardly. “I just… neither of us enjoyed it as much as we wanted to, I think. Something was off, and I don’t know why.”
His friend sighed loudly, ever so dramatic. Hand on hip, he says, “Okay. Details.”
“Details?”
“Yeah!” Marius says enthusiastically, nodding a few times. “Who topped? Who released first? How long until the other came? How long was it in general?”
The blush on Will’s cheeks darkened. “Jesus, Marius,” He mutters.
“I’m just saying,” The guy continued, his voice softening a little. “Maybe we can get to the bottom of this–” He winked. “–no pun intended, if we figure out what went wrong.” He rolled his shoulders back, making a beckoning gesture with both of his hands, jogging in place. “Now, lay it on me, William. Tell me everything.”
Will averted his eyes. “Well, Mike obviously topped–”
“Why obviously?” Marius questioned with a furrowed brow. At Will’s confused expression, Marius snaps his fingers at him. “Ah. That’s it, my friend. That’s it.”
“What’s it?” Will asks in confusion, frowning, still blushing from the topic of conversation that they were having. He’s was, like, a prude, or anything, but openly talking about gay sex in great detail was absolutely unheard of in little home town Hawkins. Marius crosses his arms again, but this time holding his chin thoughtfully.
“You two both think that Mike should be the top,” Marius tells him, and Will slowly nods along. “Dunno why, he has crazy bottom energy. But maybe that’s just, like, stereotypes messing with your brains. He’s taller, yeah, but that doesn’t matter.”
Will blinked at him once, twice, his brain too long to process.
Marius claps him on the shoulder, a bright grin on his face. “Just top him, dude,” He says, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “That’ll probably help a ton.”
Top? Him? Will wasn’t the top. All his life, he was known as the shy, quiet kid who had loud, dramatic Mike to pull him out of his shell. Since they’ve been dating, that hasn’t really changed. Sure, Will wasn’t all that shy anymore, or quiet, but Mike has always been his sort of guardian angel. To switch everything up and stick his cock–
His mind bulldozed him with a thousand images of Mike under him, his face red and eyes glazed over and half lidded and lips shining and moaning and so pretty and–
At the dazed expression on Will’s face, Marius clapped his shoulder again.
~~~~~
Will rushed into their apartment with a goal clear in his mind, slamming the door behind him and startling Mike, who was reading some book on the couch.
They stare at each other for a long moment.
Mike’s brow creases slightly, noting Will’s wide eyes and flushed face. “Are you.. Are you okay?” He asks softly, setting his book aside and standing up. As Will walked up to him, he started asking in a soft, soothing voice, “Did something happen– Mmph!”
Will pulled him into a hungry kiss, hands carding through Mike’s curls and pressing their lips firmly together. Mike quickly melted into it, hands flying to grip onto the front of Will’s shirt, bunching the fabric. He lets out a cute gasp as Will grabs his hips and yanks him closer, their hips braced against each other, and Will pulls Mike’s reading glasses off his face before dragging him back into a hungry kiss.
They stumble against the wall near the door into the bedroom, Will crowding Mike against the wall while gently tossing the glasses onto the nearby table.
“Is there–” Mike breathes out between kisses. “Is there a reason to this, or–”
Will cuts him off with another kiss, sliding their tongues together. Mike melts and lets out a breathy sort of sound that edged on a moan, something Will’s brain catalogued for later. With Mike’s hands around his neck, Will’s hands went to Mike’s waist, grinding their hips together and earning another gasp from his boyfriend.
And finally, Will pulls away a bit, noses almost touching. Mike’s lips were shiny and his eyes were wide, face flushed from the sudden make out session. But he looked incredibly pleased and in awe, almost, arms loosely draped over Will’s shoulders.
“Okay,” Will whispered to him, pressing their foreheads together. “About last night–”
Instantly, the pleased expression on Mike’s face dropped and his adorably flushed face paled. “Oh, Will, I’m so sorry,” He tries in a rushed voice. “I– I don’t know much about this stuff but I could tell you didn’t like it, I don’t know why I was so weird–”
“Hey, hey, hey,” Will cuts him off before he spirals into a trademark Mike Wheeler anxiety ramble. He presses a kiss to Mike’s lips and the boy blinks a few times, very quickly quieting down. “I’m not angry with you. It wasn’t your fault. And I could tell you didn’t enjoy it all that much either.” Will bit his lip, slightly nervous. “But, I was thinking, a little, and maybe we could try a different approach?” At Mike’s confused expression, Will continued. “Just– let me take the reins from you for a bit.”
Realization bloomed across Mike’s face, and his cheeks went bright red, lips parting.
“I– I don’t know,” Mike starts, sounding a little meek and nervous, ducking his head somewhat. “I mean, I don’t know how I would–” He cuts himself off, thinks for a moment and chews his lip, before asking, “Would that be better for you?”
“I want it to be better for both of us,” Will tells him, knowing Mike well enough to notice he was trying to put Will’s feelings first, and he wasn’t going to let that slide.
“I just..” Mike mutters, averting his eyes. “I don’t know if I’m that.. type.”
Will raised an eyebrow. “Type?” He echoes.
Mike’s eyes widened significantly. “N- Not that I’m saying it’s bad,” He starts out, something Will did not accuse him of. “Just.. isn’t the one who.. um, takes it, usually more..” He scrunches his nose, still not making eye contact. “Like, girly?”
The brunette leveled Mike with an unimpressed look. “Do I look girly to you, Mike?”
“No!” Mike yelps, his arms falling so his hands were resting on Will’s shoulders. “No, you aren’t girly. Like, your face and– and your–” Mike swallowed. “Arms…”
Mike’s hands shift to squeeze at Will’s biceps, eyes getting completely stuck on them, seemingly losing track of the conversation and his line of thought. Will smiled a little, finding him ever so endearing, even while he was saying stupid shit.
He nudges his nose against Mike’s, drawing the raven haired boy back to reality, and his boyfriend blushes. “What I’m saying,” Will starts, bringing them back to the true topic of conversation, causing Mike to blink and tilt his head a bit. “Is, maybe, let’s try it out, and if you really don’t like it, we can figure something else out, okay?”
“Mhm,” Mike agrees, half focused, eyes glued to Will’s lips with a soft smile. Will leans in for another kiss, making Mike let out a muffled yelp against his mouth.
Will takes Mike’s hand and leads him into the bedroom, almost coaxing Mike inside, noticing how nervous his boyfriend looked. He let go of Mike’s hand and went to plop down on the edge of the bed, smirking at Mike, who stood awkwardly.
“C’mere,” Will whispered, and Mike tentatively approached him, taking Will’s outstretched hand again. With a little bit of guidance, he sits in Will’s lap, eyes wide and blushing like crazy, back straight and ridge. Will’s hand, the one not holding Mike’s, slid up Mike’s spine to the small of his back, rubbing his hand in a circle.
“What do I do?” Mike whispers as he presses his forehead to Will’s, and Will smiles softly. The more he rubbed Mike’s lower back, the more he relaxed, sitting more casually in Will’s lap. Will felt a slight bulge against his stomach, mouth watering.
“Like I said,” Will murmurs as he starts rolling his hips, guiding Mike with the hand on his back to do the same. Mike let out a soft gasp, the friction already getting to him. He leans into another hungry kiss, and Will settles both hands on Mike’s waist, slowly grinding their hips together, and then, ever so slightly, picking up speed.
A soft little moan– an actual moan, this time– slipped from Mike’s lips, and his shoulders drew up again, clamping his mouth shut. He stared at Will, nervous.
“It’s okay,” Will told him, continuing to rock their hips together. “Relax, baby.”
They don’t use pet names often, and when they do, it was usually just for jokes, but when Will said that word, Mike obeyed immediately, falling almost limp in Will’s arms as he continued kissing Will hard. And when he let out another soft moan, he didn’t tense up as badly. He stilled, then Will called him ‘baby’ again, and he relaxed.
“‘m gonna flip us over now,” Will murmured against Mike’s lips, holding Mike firmly as he does what he warned, flipping them so Mike’s back was against the mattress.
Mike let out a yelp, his arms flopping on the mattress around his head, staring up at Will in shock before letting out a loose giggle, pulling Will back into a kiss. Will’s legs were between Mike’s thighs, and one of his hands went to massage the muscle there. Mike let out another squeak into Will’s mouth, but as Will massaged his thigh, his eyes drooped a little and he moaned right against Will’s lips, shivering.
“So warm,” Mike mumbled as Will pressed his full body on top of him. “Mm, nice.”
“You’re warm, too, baby,” Will whispered, before his kisses trailed down to Mike’s neck, and Mike let out another breathy moan. “So warm and soft underneath me.”
Will started rocking their hips, or more accurately, their crotches, against each other again, and the two of them groaned in unison. Will sucked marks all along Mike’s lower neck, one hand cradling Mike’s hand and the other sliding to grab at Mike’s ass. Mike curses and gasps as Will squeezed his butt cheek, shaking slightly.
Feeling how Mike’s entire body was starting to tremble a little, Will pulled away from his marking of Mike’s neck to make eye contact with the dazed boy. “You okay?” He whispers, brushing a curl from Mike’s forehead. “Want to stop?”
“N– No–” Mike choked out, his hands gripping at Will’s back, eyes squeezing shut as waves of pleasure start washing over him, leaving him breathless. “Wi– Will–”
His hips buck up to meet Will’s, bent knees shaking like leaves in a storm.
“Shhh, hey, baby, you gotta calm down,” Will whispered as he pulled his hand away from Mike’s ass to hold him still. Mike’s chest was heaving, eyes wide and glazed as he stared at Will like a deer in headlights. Will smiles fondly, brushing more hair from Mike’s face. “We won’t last long if you keep doing that. Take a breath for me.”
Mike’s panting slowed some as he took in a deep breath, maintaining eye contact with Will as he exhaled. Will mimicked him as a demonstration. In, out. In, out.
Once Mike’s chest wasn’t heaving anymore, Will peppered kisses across Mike’s face. “Good job, baby,” Will whispers, before pulling back all the way, sitting up and smiling as Mike whimpers slightly at the loss of contact. “Shirts are coming off.”
“Oh my god,” Mike breathes out as Will tugged off his t-shirt. It wasn’t like they haven’t seen each other naked before– just last night, as an example. But something was going on in the chemistry inside Mike’s head that made his hand tap at the mattress with the same speed as a rabbit thumping its leg, a slow grin on his face.
Will blushed at Mike’s face– his eyes, in particular, which had glazed over and dilated with something that could only be described as hunger.
Mike looked absolutely starving.
And absolutely delicious, so Will grabbed the front of Mike’s shirt with both hands and dragged him up into a sitting position while smothering him in a kiss. They practically eat at each other’s faces as they wrestle Mike’s shirt over his head, before Will shoves Mike against the mattress again and grinds their hips faster.
Without his shirt, Mike’s fingers couldn’t dig into the fabric on Will’s back, so he scratched pink lines down the sweating skin over and over again, as Will continued littering hickeys and even small bites around Mike’s neck, and then his collarbones.
“Will–” Mike gasps out as Will sucks on the tip of his collarbone, blooming a light pink hickey on the pale skin. Mike’s eyes flutter, moaning weakly, “Will–”
“I’m here,” Will whispers as he pulls back, checking Mike’s face.
They haven’t even done more than hickeys and grinding, and Mike already looked completely fucked out. Droopy, glazed over eyes, a flushed and sweaty face, lips open as he pants… Well, Will doesn’t know exactly what that looks like on Mike, but he assumes it would look similar. And soon, he won’t have to assume at all.
“Okay, Mike,” Will tells him as he lifts himself up to hover over his boyfriend, who blinks his eyes open to stare at Will with intrigue. “I’m going to take off your pants.”
Mike’s eyes widen and he whimpers, his bottom lip wobbling, mouth still half open.
For a moment, Will wonders why they had thought to try the other way first. He was having so much fun right now– telling Mike to do this or that, having everything be on his terms. And Mike had already been a whimperer, always whining and melting into the palm of Will’s hand for even just a normal handjob.
Yes. Will decided he quite liked being the one to make Mike unravel and moan. His cock twitched with anticipation in his pants, and he bit his lip, groaning softly.
He slid his hand to Mike’s jeans, popping open the button and unzipping the fly as he kept eye contact with Mike, who looked more and more shocked as seconds flew by. With Mike’s help, he drags the pants down to Mike’s ankles, leaving him in just a pair of dark blue boxers. A noticeable bulge sat between Mike’s thighs, with a wet patch on the restrained tip of his cock. Will palmed at it, and Mike gasped loudly.
“You’re so vocal,” Will notes in a soft voice, palming at Mike’s erection as his own grows bigger in his pants. Mike squirms at the touch, but doesn’t move. “So loud.”
“I can be quiet,” Mike suggests immediately, with an underlying tone of worry.
“No, baby,” Will says with a soft laugh, watching as the nickname flips the switch in Mike’s head again, and he relaxes against the mattress. “I’m just telling you.”
The wet spot on Mike’s boxers grows steadily. “Oh,” Mike mumbled, eyes glazed over and not quite looking at Will as his hips jerk against Will’s palm. His porcelain skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and he whined, “Agh– okay– Mm!”
Will pulled down Mike’s boxers with a quick yank, letting them hang around his ankles, releasing Mike’s cock. It swung up and slapped Mike’s belly, drooling precum and a deep red. Will coos at it, then leans down to press a kiss to the tip. Mike almost howls, his body shuddering, and Will smiles as he leans to kiss his lips.
“Mike,” Will whispers to him, his hand wrapping around the base of Mike’s cock. His boyfriend whimpers a ‘mhm’, and Will’s hand starts traveling. “I’m gonna start fingering you, okay? Just one finger to start, then I’ll add more to get you ready.”
“How much more?” Mike pants out, blinking at him with those wide eyes of his.
The brunette shrugs a bit. “Usually three at max,” He explains as his thumb reaches the ring of muscle, circling it as Mike weakly gasps. “But it depends on you.”
“Okay,” Mike wheezes.
And then Will’s hand pauses, and he moves to shift them up the bed. Mike squeaks at the movement, clinging to Will’s back until he flops onto the mattress again. Will brings his hand to his mouth and sucks wetly on his fingers, and Mike watches with dazed eyes and shiny kiss-swollen lips, trying not to drool over his hot boyfriend.
Will’s hand returns to Mike’s hole, pressing the pad of his finger to the tight muscle.
“Ready?” He asks as Mike licks his lips. Mike shifts a little, his flickering eyes betraying his nervousness, so Will smiles at him, all sweet and soft to keep him calm. “It’s gonna feel a little weird at first, with a little stretch, but you’ll get used to it. It’ll feel good.” Then, just because Will now knew about this switch in Mike’s brain, he smiles more and whispers, “I promise to make you feel good, baby.”
Mike’s pupils dilate, and he watches with fascination as Will starts pressing his finger into his tight hole. Almost impossibly tight, and Will takes his sweet time massaging every bit by bit he reaches further in. Mike squirms, his nose scrunches up, but Will keeps his other hand on his hip, making sure he doesn’t budge.
“You’re doing great, Mike,” Will tells him as he gets to the second knuckle. Mike’s body squeezes around his digit a few times, still so tight. “You can relax, baby.”
“Will–” Mike says with a wince. “It feels– mm, weird. Is it supposed to be like– mm!”
The brunette boy had pushed the rest of the way in, feeling as Mike’s body flutters and tightens before slowly relaxing as Will’s finger pushes at the walls.
“Very good, Mike, I can feel you loosening up,” Will coos at him. “In a second, I’m going to add another finger, okay? You’re doing so well, baby, taking me so good.”
With the praise going straight to Mike’s head, he didn’t really mind the weird feeling anymore. He inhales sharply as Will slowly presses in another finger, but with Will cooing how good he was, how well he was doing, Mike couldn’t find a reason to argue with Will as he pushes deeper in. His eyes drooped unevenly, relaxing.
And Will’s fingers were warming up, the same temperature as Mike’s body now, so it didn’t feel like a weird intrusion anymore. He felt his mouth fill with saliva, and an almost drunken smile slowly spread across Mike’s face. A soft moan leaving his lips.
“Feels good,” He moans out as Will’s fingers stretch him open with a scissoring motion. Will smirks at him, amused by how pleasured Mike was without even him getting to the spot yet. Mike seemed fully content with simple push and pulls.
“I’m glad, baby, you’re so good at this,” Will murmurs. “I’m adding a third finger now.”
As the third finger presses in, Mike surprises them both by letting out a giggle. He blinks at himself, and Will leans over to press a kiss to Mike’s lips, pressing his three fingers deeper inside Mike’s loose hole. The sensation has Mike giggling again.
Then, as Will’s fingers dig just the slightest bit deeper, they brush against that spongy bundle of nerves. He knows he found it when Mike has a full body shudder, and moans at the slight touch, so Will finds it again and presses down.
Mike lets out a scream, his back arching, and his cock spills hot ropes of cum all over his stomach. His eyes rolling back and jaw hanging open, his body twitching.
“Holy shit,” Will breathes out at the sight. His own cock aches uncomfortably in his pants, and he was watching Mike with starry eyes as Mike came to his senses. Will’s fingers stalled where they were, pressed lightly to Mike’s prostate. The starry eyed look disappears and Will tilts his head. “Are you okay? Do you want to stop?”
“No, mm,” Mike moans quickly. “Please, please, keep going– AGH!”
Will thrusts just once, laughing fondly as Mike shudders again. “God, you look so hot right now, baby,” Will tells him, and Mike’s already flushed face grows more red, if that was possible. Will lets his fingers go limp. “I’m gonna use my cock now, baby.”
“Your cock, ha, he’s gonna use his cock,” Mike whispers breathlessly, half to no one, his head on the verge of lolling to the side. He lets out another string of giggles.
As he watches Mike giggle cutely, Will pulls down his pants and underwear with one hand, letting his cock slap his stomach just as Mike’s had. Mike’s eyes glue to the large dick, and this time he can’t keep the drool in his mouth, shiny saliva hinting at the edge of his lips. It was so big– Mike didn’t know if it would fit.
“So big,” Mike whispers as Will situates himself between Mike’s bent knees. “Uh, Will, is it too big?” Worry bleeds through his dazed mind. “I– I don’t know if I can–”
“Hey, hey, hey,” Will whispers back, leaning to be nose to nose with Mike and cupping his face. “It’s okay. We don’t have to do this. I can go back to using my fingers, or we can stop.” Will smiles softly. “But it’s not ‘too big’. I won’t hurt you.”
Unbeknownst to Will, in his movement to reach Mike’s face, his cock had swung out and smacked against Mike’s balls, now pressed against Mike’s dick, sliding against each other. Will feels it now, groaning as he blinks a few times. Mike looked fully dazed, and Will wondered if he had even heard what Will had said.
“Baby?” Will whispers, gently patting Mike’s face. “Do you wanna stop?”
“No,” Mike whispers, barely more than a breath. “Please, put your huge cock in me.”
Will smiles and rolls his eyes, pulling back to sit between Mike’s legs, spitting into his palm. “It’s not huge,” He says in that fond voice of his. “But if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure,” Mike breathes as Will slathers his spit onto his dick.
So Will guided his cock to Mike’s hole, which was loose and squeezing a little, but gave way as he pushed in. His tip had just popped through the ring of muscle as Mike let out his loudest moan yet, his head lolling back, body spasming weakly.
“Good job, baby,” Will groans out as he presses further in. Even stretched out so far, Mike was still so tight, and Will had to work to push in. Mike’s body tightened around his cock, pulsing and fluttering as Will pressed in inch by inch. Mike moaned and whimpered and whined and babbled, his hands reaching to grip at Will’s shoulders, digging his fingernails into Will’s skin. “You got it, baby, relax.”
“Will, Will, it’s so deep,” Mike whimpered, rolling his head up and weakly pulling himself to sit a little more. He couldn’t see his hole, exactly, but he saw Will’s cock as it pushed in. He was almost to his balls. Mike gasps out, “It’s– It’s too deep–”
Will brushed their noses together. “Hey, hey,” He whispers, slowing the pressing inside. “Eyes on me, baby, okay? It’s fine right where it is, keep your eyes on me.”
His balls touched Mike’s ass as he bottoms out and Mike whines as his eyes sting with tears. “Will, Will,” He mewls out like a kitten. “Will, move, I can’t– the pressure–”
“Breathe, baby,” Will murmurs as he begins rocking their hips together again. Mike cries out in pleasure, eyes squeezing shut, his legs falling farther open and trembling terribly. Will squeezed Mike’s hips with his hands, rocking just a little faster. “Eyes on me, Mike, remember that?” Mike moans. “Mike, eyes on me!”
Will’s cock drags along Mike’s prostate, and Mike shrieks. “Will! WILL!” He moans out, bucking his hips to deepen Will’s cock. “AGH, mm, please, Will, more–”
And because Will was an asshole, he smirks and says, “I thought it was too deep?”
“Ah, ah, please, please, Will, baby,” Mike moans out, and Will slides back just an inch or so, causing Mike to whine. “No, no, no, no, Will, I need you, please, pleas–AGH!”
Will thrusts back in, sweat dripping down his temple. “I have to pull out a bit to thrust, Mike,” He reminds his boyfriend, who only huffs. Will laughs softly. “You did this last night, remember? Or have you forgotten what it’s like to top?”
Another thrust, and Mike howls again, digging marks into Will’s shoulders. “Yes, yes, forgot– AGH– forgot all about it– uh– can’t ever do it– WILL! Agh– ever again– mm!”
With his chest pressed to Mike’s sternum, Will continues thrusting in at an even pace, groaning as he listens to Mike’s babbling nonsense. Each pull out drags along the prostate, and each press it digs at it hard. Mike gasps wetly, drool running down the sides of his mouth, eyes crossed and half rolled back, shrieking with pleasure.
“So perfect, Mike,” Will moans out as his thrusts grow harder, and Mike’s nails start breaking skin on Will’s shoulders. “Taking me in so well, sucking me in so good.”
He slaps Mike’s hands away from his shoulders, and drags Mike’s knees to drape over them instead, grabbing at Mike’s waist to pull him closer. Mike’s ass slides between Will’s thighs, lifting slightly in the air, snugly held up by Will’s legs around him. Will continues pounding into him, now nose to nose with his drooling lover.
“Will, Will, Will,” Mike mewls out again, his legs kicking in the air where they hang over Will’s back. He felt like Will’s cock was pounding into his stomach, stretching him open and so big Mike felt full. “Will.. ah, ah.. soooo big, Will, feels good.. Nnghh..”
“Gonna fuck you with my big cock,” Will moans as the slap of wet skin echoes through the room. His hands grip on Mike’s thighs to drag him into his thrusting dick again and again. He moans, drunk with lust. “Make you all mine, all mine.”
“Please, please, uhn, uhn, mmmuhhh,” Mike babbles as he grips Will’s hair, drooling excessively with his eyes all crossed and in the back of his head. “Agh, agh, agh!”
They fall into a sloppy kiss full of drool and moans, missing each other’s lips every now and then before righting themselves and continuing to make out. Eventually, Will presses his face to Mike’s neck again, sucking on already tender and bruised skin as he thrusts his hips against Mike harder, groaning as he sucks wetly.
“You gotta– ahn! –gotta fuck me– ah, haa, haa–”
“I am, baby, uh, I am!”
“Fuck me– Agh! Agh! Agh! –sooo hard til I– eghuhhh.. WILL! AGH! WILL!”
“Right here, baby, ohh, Mike, fuck, you’re so tight, fuck, ohhh, yes, baby!”
“Unhnnm… make me– ah, ah, ah– fucking lose my– agh, ah! –muh mind, Will!”
“Shit, shit, Mike, I’m gonna– gonna cum–”
Will starts sloppily pulling out, but Mike digs his heels into Will’s back, scratching at his arms to hold him in place. Mike’s hole clenches around Will’s cock, trying to suck him back in, clinging greedily. Will, barely minding the restraints, just keeps thrusting in at a bruising pace, eyes rolled back in his head, moaning and drooling.
“Cum in my– uh, uh, uh– my hole, please– agh!” Mike moans out, his eyelashes wet with tears he blinks down at his lover, using his signature puppy eyes. Will just stares at him, eyes droopy, still thrusting, and bobs his head, quickening his sloppy pace. Mike shrieks as his prostate is hit again and again, bruising his inner walls and wiping his mind of any thoughts that don’t revolve around the now and sex.
With another thrust, Mike’s cock explodes more cum all over his chest and stomach and Will’s chest and neck. And as Mike’s walls flutter and squeeze, Will releases hot white ropes deep inside him. Mike moans weakly, full body tensing before falling completely slack, and Will collapses on top of him, both sweaty messes.
They don’t talk for a solid few minutes, gasping for breath and trying to get their brains back in order. Will comes to his senses first, moaning as he pulls out of Mike, with Mike whimpering, only to slot his dick beside Mike’s to collapse on him again.
Will slowly wipes a curl from Mike’s forehead, watching him with a soft smile as Mike’s eyes slowly flutter, dazed and unfocused. They blink at each other.
“Are you okay?” Will whispers as softly as he can, caressing Mike’s cheek.
His boyfriend leans into the touch. “Mm..” He hums out. “Feels so good…”
“Wow,” Will says with a smirk. “I really fucked your brains out, didn’t I?”
“Mhm… so good…” Mike mumbles, his chest still rising and falling breathlessly. Will keeps caressing his face, and Mike’s eyes flutter shut again. Then, as if struck with a new thought, blink back open. He looks at Will, very serious, and says, “Never let me top you ever again, okay? I never wanna do that, nuh uh. Want you to fuck me.”
“Okay,” Will whispers easily. Mike searches his eyes, as if he would be lying, and once he finds what he was looking for, lets his eyes flutter again. But Will gently pats his face. “Mike, we have to get cleaned up. You have cum in your ass.”
Mike pouts, not opening his eyes. “Don’t care,” He mumbles. “Wanna sleep.”
But Will sighs and pulls away, sitting up, and the lack of contact makes Mike’s eyes snap open, his bottom lip wobble. Will raised an eyebrow. “We’re not going to sleep until we’ve cleaned you up,” He states firmly. “Even if I have to drag you to the bath.”
He does end up carrying Mike to the bathroom. Not because Mike was actually being difficult, but because he literally couldn’t move. Even the act of closing his legs took a minute, his thighs shaking and weak. So Will lifted him in a bridal carry and walked off to the bathroom, Mike already half asleep in his arms.
Like a doll, Mike was propped in the empty bath and wiped down by Will. Then, Will went to shower to clean all the way off, and Mike fell asleep in the empty tub. Once Will was done, he came to wake up Mike and clean him off as he kept dozing off.
Once they were both rinsed and dried, Will let Mike continue dozing in the tub as he went to change the sheets on the bed. The sheets, the blankets, everything new.
And, finally, Will went into the bathroom again and carried Mike back to bed, the raven haired boy was asleep before his head even hit the pillow, snoring softly.
Will laid down beside him, stroking Mike’s hair and propping his chin on Mike’s shoulder, just watching him with a smile. He was completely spent, so he fell asleep soon after, one arm draped loosely around Mike’s waist, almost like protection.
In the morning, Mike’s head was stuffed with cotton, his body aching. So Will brought him food and drink and cuddled him and massaged his aching back. It was worse than yesterday morning for Will– he had no problem moving, if not for a slight pain in his butt when he sat. Maybe because Mike had been so soft on him.
Poor Mike. Will wants to go even harder on him.
Mike kept telling him to never let them do the other way again, rambling about how Will was magical in bed, starting his old tangent about Will having innate superpowers. Will humored him, even though his powers disappeared long ago, and smiled as he traced doodles on Mike’s back til his lover started dozing off again.
“Uh huh,” Will told him in a whisper, watching Mike’s eyes start sliding shut.
“I’m just saying,” Mike mumbled. “All the.. you’re so magical.. And I knew.. I did..”
He was snoring with his next breath. Will laughed softly and kissed his cheek. Mike mumbled again, completely incoherently, before falling still and snoring more.
When Will went to work the next day, Marius asked, with wagging eyebrows and a sing-song voice, how it went. Will just blushed and ducked his head. Marius cheered and pumped both fists in the air, startling their next customer.
And when Will got back to their apartment, Mike pulled him into a kiss.
“Let’s go have fun, shall we?” Mike asks with sparkling eyes, unbuttoning the front of Will’s shirt as he walks backwards to the door, and Will eagerly follows.
“We shall,” Will tells him, grinning as Mike giggles in response.
The bedroom door closes, and the fun begins.