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Will needs Mike to fuck him, now.
“I’ll take him home.” Will tries not to let his heartbeat accelerate at the sound of Mike’s voice.
“Are you sure?” That’s Jonathan, Will can hear the worry dripping from his tone. “I know how much trouble a drunk Will can be.”
No, please god no.
“Nah, it’s fine.” Mike's words are slurring and it’s obvious that he’s also drunk, maybe not as much as Will but drunk. Will needs Mike to keep talking.
It’s silent for a few minutes, he thinks they’re having a staring contest.
“Fine.” He hears leaves crunching, Jonathan is stepping away from the car. “Just- shit. Call me when you guys get home. Okay?” There’s protectiveness in his tone.
“Okay, okay. I get it.” Mike waves him off, clearly just as desperate as Will to get out of there. “It’s that all?”
“Yeah.” He sounds strained like he doesn’t want to let Will go with Mike. Will doesn’t care. Neither does Mike. “I’m counting on you Mike, if anything happens to my brother I’ll-“
“Kill me, kick my ass, shoot me, blah blah blah, I know.” Mike is clearly annoyed and Will can’t help but squeeze his thighs together and the sound of his voice.
Shit.
Will groans. Mike gets the memo.
“Now I have to go before I run out of gas,” Mike says and before Jonathan has time to reply he’s already rolling up his window, ignoring Jonathan’s protest. “Yeah- I know- bye, yeah. Bye!” Mike laughs to himself as he pulls out of the driveway.
They’re not even halfway down the road before Will is already whining.
“Mike.” Will knows he probably sounds like a kid, his voice high-pitched and whiny. He can’t help it. He turns to look at Mike who has his eyes focused on the road.
“Ten minutes, Will,” Mike grumbles, not even bothering to look at Will.
“No, I can’t- I can’t wait that long,” Will says as he starts to open his legs but a strong hand forces them closed. “ Miiiiike. ” He whines.
“I’m serious, Will.”
“Mike, I can’t- I really can’t, please.” He feels the tears brimming in his eyes.
He tries to force Mike’s hand away, they get into this little wrestling match that Will wins because Mike starts swerving the car and Will has two hands so- as soon as Mike’s hands are back on the wheel, Will wastes no time sticking his hands down his shorts
“Shit.” He moans loudly as his hand comes in contact with his puffy, wet folds.
Instead of ruining his -already covered in slick- shorts, he slips them off, leaving his bottom half in black lace panties. ”Mike.” He starts to grind his hips down onto his hand as he listens to Mike curse under his breath.
“Shit- Will. Will listen to me.” Mike’s voice is deep and demanding and Will can’t help but moan. “Move your hand.” Will looks over at Mike, his eyes are glued to the road and he looks so hot and-
“Mike, oh my god.” Will has never been good at listening. He pushes his panties aside and drags his thumb over his clit. “You’re so hot- shit, Mike. I love you- love you so much.”
Will can see the way Mike’s body reacts to his words, his stomach rolls, and his breath hitches.
“Will, move your fucking hand.”
Will can’t. Even if he wanted to, he’s in deep now. Instead, though, he dips two fingers into his cunt. He tries to mimic what Mike did to him earlier at the dinner table.
The way Mike held a whole conversation with El- his girlfriend while he also had 2 fingers deep in Will’s cunt. He moved slowly, making sure Will felt every drag of his fingers inside of him. It took everything in Will not to moan Mike's name around all their friends when Mike pressed his thumb to Will’s clit, moving in slow circles. Instead, he dropped his head onto the table, muffling his whimpers into his arm, getting a lot of ‘Are you okay?’ from his friends and family.
Will lifts his head to answer only for Mike to speed up his movements, now he’s going fast and hitting that spot inside Will. His head drops back down as he reaches a hand down to try and push Mike away. He’s close- so fucking close. But he can’t warn Mike but that doesn’t even matter because right as Will is teetering on the edge of his orgasm, Mike pulls away. Will can’t fucking breathe and he wants to go home and Jonathan offers to take him but Mike offers instead.
Will will never forget how as soon as he stood up, Mike slid his coat over his shoulders. Even though Will is sure it’s so that they won’t get caught because they’re slick dripping down Will’s thigh, he’ll pretend that it's because Mike cares about him and doesn’t want him to be cold.
Will is trying, really hard. But his fingers are short and chubby and he can’t quite reach that spot inside him that Mike can, he needs Mike.
“Mike, please. I need- I need you, Mike.” Will’s fingers are moving faster as he grinds his hips up trying so hard to reach that spot. He uses his other hand to swipe over his clit. “Need you to fuck me, Mike. Need it so bad.”
“Will.” He sounds demanding, Will needs Mike to fuck him now.
“Want you so deep in me, Mike.” Will feels the car start to go faster, thank god. “You’d feel so good inside me, so big-you’d stretch me so good.”
Will moves his fingers faster, he’s so close holy shit he’s about to cum.
“I’m close, Mike- shit I’m so close please.” Will doesn’t even know what he’s begging for now. He’s going to cum with Mike’s help or not.
“Will, you better fucking not.” Mike starts reaching for Will’s arm, trying to stop him from touching himself but it doesn’t work, Will just goes faster. “Fuck.”
Will is almost at his peak when he feels all the wind get sucked out of him. Mike curls his finger around his neck forcing him to look at him and holy shit did Mike fuck up, because if this was to make Will hold off his orgasm it did not.
Mike’s glaring at him, and his eyes are dark and hard, and holy fuck he’s going to cum. They’re so close and Will parts his lips to suck in a breath.
Will needs to kiss Mike, he doesn’t even know if the car has stopped as he leans in. Mike has the same idea because his fingers tighten around Will’s throat as their lips lock together in a messy, hot kiss.
it’s hungry and heated and sloppy and it’s perfect. Will’s body feels warm all over and there’s this tingly feeling in his chest. This is probably one of Will’s favorite things to do, kiss Mike. Because Mike is perfect and his lips are so soft and plump and Will can’t help but whine into his mouth.
That whine soon turns into a moan when Mike’s hand travels into Will’s hair and pulls, yanking Will’s head back. His eyes shoot open and they meet Mike’s dark and hard ones and- he’s cumming. His eyes roll back and the sound around him turns into white noise.
He knows he’s talking, but he doesn’t know what he’s saying. He knows Mike is talking but he doesn’t know what he’s saying.
Will wants to stay in this little cloud that he’s in. Mike’s touching him and kissing him and he never wants it to stop.
Mike, however, does not agree. He’s helping Will come back down to earth in the most soothing way. He’s nibbling at his throat and then licking over it to soothe. Giving Will some pain to hold onto as he falls back into his body.
“Mike.” He whines out, feeling exhausted.
“I’m here, baby.” And Will knows he is, but is he?
Will presses his face into Mike’s neck, prepping a couple of kisses there. Mike’s hands rub up and down Will’s back lovingly. Will wants to stay there forever.
“C’mon, baby. We have to get in the house.” Will whines lean back to look at Mike? He looks at Will so softly and Will loves him so much.
Will really doesn’t want to, but he leans away from Mike to grab his shorts, he slips it over his thighs and back onto his body. He tries to ignore the way Mike is staring at him as he opens his door and slides out of the car.
Will doesn’t make it far because suddenly his legs don’t work anymore and can’t stand up. He barely has time to call for Mike before he’s already in front of him, holding out his arm for Will to latch onto.
Will does and Mike wraps his arm around his waist holding them both up.
Eventually, they make it to the door and Will wants Mike to hurry up before he loses his patience and pushes Mike to the ground and rides him outside where everybody can see.
It’s not like they haven’t fucked in public before. It’s a surprise they haven’t been caught yet, honestly.
As soon as the door is open Mike is pushing him into the nearest wall and slamming their lips together.
Will can’t even think about the pain radiating through his back because Mike’s hands are all over him. He’s grabbing his hips and pinning him to the wall. Grinding their hips together. Will hear the little gasp Mike lets out between their kisses and it’s making Will feel dizzy.
Will drags his hands up Mike's chest, trying to ignore the moan Mike lets out when his hands glide over his nipples, and wraps his arms around Mike’s neck.
Will lets out a moan when Mike’s teeth attach to Will’s bottom lip, he bites and soothes and he sucks and Will wants more.
He grinds his hips up into Mike and listens to the groan Mike lets out. His hands trail farther down Will’s waist and fall onto his ass. Will groans into Mike’s mouth when he grabs both of his cheeks and tries to drag them closer together, too bad there isn’t any more space between them.
His hands trail farther, sliding down his thighs and Will knows Mike loves his thighs. He tells him every chance he gets.
“Fucking love your thighs.” Mike groans as pulls away from the kiss just to slam their lips back together, Will's body hitting the wall. Will whimpers at the force of it, he’s so going to be sore tomorrow.
He hikes his legs up to help Mike get a good grip and when he does he lifts Will. Mike's kisses trail down his neck now that Will’s a bit higher than him.
One hand stays on Will’s thigh while the other one moves back to his ass. Will yelps into the air when Mike lands one hard slap on one cheek before rubbing it to soothe.
“Gonna fuck you so good.” Mike moans into his neck as they start their journey to the bedroom. “Can’t wait to bend you over.” Will opens his eyes to watch as they pass Dustin’s room, Lucas and Max’s bedroom, and…Will’s room?
Then it hits Will hard. Holy shit, they’re gonna fuck in Mike and El’s room. Will can feel himself getting excited at the thought of it, call him a horrible person he does not care.
Mike pauses his kisses to open up the bedroom door. Will rarely comes inside their room, but he barely has time to look around before he feels himself getting dropped onto a bed, a small yelp falling from his lips in surprise.
Will pushes his hair out of his eyes just in time to see Mike strolling back over to the bed. He drops down to hover over Will, a soft smile playing on his lips.
“Hey.” He whispers and Will can’t help the shiver that runs through his spine.
“Hi.” Will giggles out, he feels on top of the world.
“You’re so pretty,” Mike says as he lowers himself so that their noses are almost touching.
Will feels his face heat up at the compliment, he’s still not used to them yet. Instead of replying, he reached up and touched Mike's cheeks. He rubs their nose together slightly before leaning up and bringing Mike into a soft, loving kiss, it’s their first one like that tonight.
I love you, I love you, I love you
Will wants to say, he’s already said it in the car. But saying it right now seems way too intimate. Mike does not agree because as soon as they pull apart-
“I love you, Will.” Mike’s eyes are still closed when Will opens his.
I know, I love you too, Mike. So much.
He doesn’t say that though, he drags Mike back into another kiss. This one turns greedy very fast.
“Mike,” Will whines out the same way he did in the car. “I need-“
“You got me, baby.” Mike reminds him, leaning away fully from Will and placing a grounding hand on his thigh. Will tries to pull him back only for Mike to pin his hands to the bed. “Hold on, love. Wanna make you feel good.” Then Mike is gone, he walks into the connected bathroom.
Will rolls his head back into the sheets that, uncomfortably so, smell like El..and Mike..and sex. And Will can’t even be hurt because he knows they have sex, he hears them have sex. Yet, it hurts every time he remembers. With a sigh, he turns to the side and nearly has a fucking heart attack. Because they’re in their 4 door closet, is a fucking mirror and Will wants to die. He can’t even dwell on the fact that Mike is probably about to do the same thing to Will that he does to El because then Mike comes back into the room, and Will’s head turns to him.
His face must give off something because Mike drops whatever he was holding onto the bed sheets and crowds Will’s space.
“What’s the matter?” Mike's hands immediately reach for his face.
“Nothing.” Will tries not to let tears fall. “I just- I needed this.” Will gives him a half smile, it’s true, he needs Mike right now.
Mike smiles back at him, a little unsure. “Are you sure? You can tell me if you don’t want to do this anymore.” He reminds Will.
“No, I want to.” He exhales through his nose. “I want to.”
Mike smiles down at him and instead of leaning back down to kiss his lips, he kisses his neck, and Will sighs, his hands coming up to touch Mike’s back. Mike smiles into his neck and surely he can feel the way Will quickly relaxes at just his touch.
Mike’s hands trail down Will’s side, not leaving an inch of him untouched. His hands are hard and possessive when they squeeze his hips, bruises will be there later. Will feels Mike's hands lift the waistband of his shorts, dragging his panties down with them.
“Is this okay?” He asks and instead of answering, Will lifts his hips to help Mike pull them down. As soon as they’re off, Mike pulls away and Will reaches for him. He doesn’t get to get him though because Mike’s pressing a hand to his chest keeping him down on the bed.
“Mike-“ Will starts, ready to complain.
“Hush, baby.” And Will does.
Mike moves his hand and starts trailing wet kisses down his chest and stomach. Will wants to cry and yell ‘Hurry up!’ But Will can be good, he will be a good boy.
He keeps going down until he’s right above where Will needs him most. Mike lifts his head and they immediately make eye contact. Mike smiles at him before using one hand to spread open his puffy lips. Will sucked in a breath when Mike pressed a kiss right between them.
Will fights a moan, he’s barely done anything and he’s already ready to tell Mike how much he loves him.
Will lets his head fall back into the pillows gathered near his head and lets Mike take care of him. Mike continues to press small kisses around his cunt until he finally- finally goes in for a taste. Will’s stomach rolls and his fingers clutch the bed sheets when Mike’s tongue licks over him.
“Mike.” He whines.
He doesn’t even have time to beg before Mike is wrapping his arms around his thighs, drags him close, and shoves his face into his wet folds.
“Mike- fuck. Oh my god, Mike!” Will can’t breathe, his stomach is rolling and Mike feels so good against him. Will feels like he’s on top of the world.
With every lick and suck and taste, another groan or moan or whine leaves Will’s mouth. With one particular suck on his clit, his hands fly into Mike’s hair, trying to drag him closer than he already is.
“Mike. Mike. Mike. ” Will’s thighs start to shake and he’s grinding down onto Mike’s face. His hips moving involuntarily, Mike doesn’t seem to mind, it seems like he’s encouraging it.
He’s rubbing Will’s thighs and he’s getting messy with it. Will can feel the slick start to stick to his thighs, it’s sloppy and not perfect but that’s just what makes it perfect. Because Will isn’t perfect and neither is Mike because if they were neither of them would be doing this.
Will can feel his peek approaching, and Will feels kind of embarrassed, they’ve barely started and Will is so close- so close.
“Mike, I’m- hah- I’m gonna cum, Mike. I'm so close.” That seemed to encourage Mike, he began to move fast, his mouth moving sloppily and greedily. His hands gripped his thighs tightly, almost possessively. Mike wraps his arms back around Will’s thighs before pulling and pinning them over his shoulder.
Will can’t do anything but let his head fall deeper into the pillows, pants, and whines falling from his throat. He turned to the side and nearly had a heart attack, forgetting the mirror was there.
Will can’t help the gasp that falls from his lips. The sight of Mike between his thighs was amazing in first-person view, but seeing what you would look like if somebody were to walk in on them was gorgeous. Will has never really been… accepting of his body, he’s always felt he was too big for his age.
Mike heavily disagreed, telling him how much he loves his legs, thighs, stomach, arms, cheeks, and ass, whenever Will complained about anything Mike was always there to find a compliment.
But now, he kind of gets it. He could see why someone would want to have these kinds of thighs, they’re attractive. It’s the same reason Will loves Mike’s hands and body, Will finds those kinds of things attractive.
“Mmm, Mike.” Will groans, he can feel it, he’s about to cum. “I-“ Will can’t help it, he feels two fingers slide into his cunt and curl.
“Let go, baby.” Mike mummers against him. And Will does, he cums all over Mike’s fingers. Mike kisses one of his inner thighs and rubs the other one tenderly. “You did so good, sweetheart.” Mike keeps doing that until Will comes back, and he barely has any time before Mike is leaning down and licking up all of Will’s cum.
“Mike.” Will whines, Mike has never done that before. Though as soon as he starts he finishes.
Will lets his arms and legs go limp when Mike lets him go, he pulls away from Will and he’s about to cry because Mike is leaving him, of course, he’s leaving, he doesn’t care about Will. He has a beautiful girlfriend waiting for him back at the Wheeler's house and Will is just his stupid side ‘chick’ and-
His thoughts are temporarily muted when soft lips press against his. Will whines, he can smell himself on Mike and just slightly taste himself. Will wants more. He hurriedly opens his mouth and presses his tongue against Mike’s lips, a silent beg for him to open up, and he does and Will goes exploring.
He licks all over Mike’s mouth and he can taste himself. Will can’t help but groan into his mouth at the feeling of it, he rolls his hips up and grounds down on Mike’s thigh that’s placed between his legs.
Will reaches his hands down and pulls on his shirt.
“Get it off.” He mummers and forcefully shoves onto his shirt, trying to pull it up and off. “Mike. Get it off.” Will thinks he sounds demanding but in actuality, he sounds like a baby but he doesn’t care.
Mike laughs into his mouth before pressing one last kiss to his lips before sitting up. And the way Mike sits up and slowly pulls off his shirt looks like something straight out of a porno. Will can’t help but groan.
“Holy shit, I love your body- I love you.” Will doesn’t even know he was thinking that until it falls from his lips.
Mike smiles sweetly at him before leaning down and pressing one last kiss to Will's lips before reaching and unbuttoning Will’s cardigan. Will watches his face, not being able to look away. Mike is just so beautiful.
“Thank you, love.” Will’s face flushes once he realizes he said that out loud. “Don’t get all shy on me now.” He says as he reaches up to move Will's hands away from his face.
“There’s my pretty baby.” Will can’t help but whine at the compliment, he hates them during sex. Will turns his head to the side and lets his hair fall and cover his face. “Don’t want me to see you, huh?”
Will sucked in a breath at how low Mike’s voice got, his fingers trailing up Will’s inner thigh. “Mm okay. If that’s how you wanna be. Why don’t you just flip over for me, baby?”
Will turns back to look at Mike, his eyes are dark and he’s looking at Will expectantly. Will tries to sit up and turn around only for his legs to buckle beneath him. Mike laughs as he wraps an arm around Will's mid area and gently helps him flip over.
“Thank you.” Will whispers as he hits the bed and immediately gets onto all fours.
“You don’t have to thank me, sweetheart,” Mike says as he leans down and presses a kiss behind Will’s ear. Will shivers at the feeling. “Thank you for being so good.
“Mmm, always be good for you,” Will mumbled while pressing himself back against Mike’s clothed cock. “Why are your pants still on?” He whines, high-pitched and desperate.
Mike laughs and shoves Will forward slightly just so he can unbuckle his pants.
“I dunno, I like seeing you squirmy and desperate.”
“You’re a sadist.” Will spits out before turning his head to the side to watch them in the mirror again. They’re perfect together.
Will snaps out of his headspace at the sound of a bottle clicking open, Will doesn’t even have to look to know that that’s lube, he’s practically memorized it.
He doesn't, however, hear the other sound he’s practically memorized.
“No condom?” Will asks as Mike grabs onto his hips and lines himself up with Will’s wet, red hole.
“Nah,” Mike says as he slaps his cock onto Will’s cunts a couple of times. He loves the way Will jumps forward and how his slick connects with every slap. “Might stuff you full of my cum, what’d you think of that, huh?”
A shiver runs down Will’s spine at the words, holy shit.
“Mike.” Will whines and shoves his hips backward, listening to the sound of his ass slapping against Mike’s abdomen.
“Yeah?” He says as he finally, finally shoves Will forward into the comforter making sure to turn his head so he can hear all of his noises. “Wanna walk around with my babies? Let everyone know you’re mine?”
Will watches as Mike grabs a hold of his cock, red and leaking and Will almost feels bad that he’s been giving Mike no attention tonight, but then he remembers Mike did say that he wanted to make him feel good, so.
“Mhm.” Will whines and tries to roll his hips back, Mike has a good grip on him though.
Will can’t help the surprised gasp that leaves his mouth when Mike's hand lands a sharp slap on Will’s left ass cheek.
“Don’t be such a greedy whore. ” Mike spits out. Will moans into the air, he loves this side of Mike, when he gets into it. “I’ve given you everything tonight, is that not enough for you?”
“Fuck.” Will groans as Mike slips the head of his cock inside. Will can see the way Mike slightly falters too.
“Or- or maybe you just need more, yeah?” Inch by inch he’s giving Will more and Will drags out a long moan. “You were acting like such a slut in the car, just begging me to touch you.”
“Mike.” Will gasp out. “Your so big- fuck, love your cock.” Will groans, his words causing Mike’s hips to stutter forward, and the rest of his cock slams into Will’s cunt. “Shit!”
“Will.” Mike groans as he falls, splayed across Will’s back.
And for a second it’s just them, no queer couple sneaking around, no cheating on girlfriends with the stepbrother, no pretending, just two people in love being connected in other ways than just mentally. Will can feel the tears brimming in his eyes.
“Please.” He sobs out into the pillows, his eyes shutting.
Mike sits up, it’s a strain in his movements like he’s trying to stop himself from… snapping?
He starts slowly, making sure Will can feel every drag of his pulsing, throbbing cock inside of him. And he can, he can feel it pulsing and pushing on his walls. He wants to cry or scream or
“Fuccccck.”
or that.
Mike is breathing heavily, and Will can see him in the mirror. His eyebrows are knitted and his jaws are clenched. He doesn’t know if he wants to pound Will into the sheets or take his time with him. Will hopes it’s the former.
“Mike.” Will doesn’t moan or whine about it, he simply says it to get Mike's attention, and he does.
Their eyes meet in the mirror and Will nearly cums on the spot. Mike's eyes are hard like they’ve been all night. But when they meet Will they immediately soften. Will wishes he were riding Mike or maybe Missionary so he could kiss Mike and let him know it’s okay to lose control. But he can’t so he does the next best thing.
“I’m not gonna break.” Will reminds him.
Mike's lips part for a second like he’s going to say something but he doesn’t, instead, he breaks eye contact and gets a good grip on Will’s hips. Will watches every step, he’s hypnotized.
He drags his hips backward, his cock slowly sliding out of Will, he keeps going until only the tip of his cock is in him, then he’s slamming back inside Will.
“Fuck!” Will moans out, his head falling forwards into the sheets, his fingers tangled in them. Mike hit that spot, deep in him, the spot that Will couldn’t reach with his short fingers. “Again.” Mike groans.
What Will expects is another slow drag, he doesn’t get that, no.
Mike is going fast, bruising even. The grip on his hips is probably going to do more damage than the actual thrust. And he’s going deep, like he doesn’t want to stop, ever.
Will lifts his head to look back in the mirror, Will moans at the sight. If looks could kill, Will would be dead. Mike is looking at him like Will hurt him like he wants to see Will break. Will thinks he actually might break.
With every thrust, another moan fell from Will’s lips.
Please. Mike! Shit. Shit. Feel so fucking good.
Mike isn’t much better.
Will. So fucking wet and tight. Love this pussy, all mine. You’re such a slut.
And Will loves it. He loves every praise or degradation Mike throws his way. He loves everything Mike says to him, he loves Mike. Will wonders if he says that out loud because suddenly, Mike is speeding up, harder than before.
Will can see the way his ass and thighs shake with every slam of Mike’s hip. The only sounds going through the room are skin slapping against skin and groans.
“Shit, Mike!” Will leans up farther and reaches a hand back. There’s this burning, tightening feeling in Will’s lower stomach that resembles the same feeling he’s felt twice already tonight. He presses that hand to Mike’s lower stomach trying to get him to slow down, at least a little bit. “Wait- Mike. I’m gonna cum.”
Mike simply ignores him, grabbing both of Will’s hands with one of his and pinning them behind his back.
“No, this is what you wanted, right?” Mike’s voice is teasing and Will knows he’ll get the worst of it later. “You can take it, I know you can.”
“I can’t- I can’t.” Will sobs out as his head drops into the pillow. Mike doesn’t care what Will has to say, they both know Will knows the safeword and he can tap out if he needs to. Will arches his back ever so slightly just when Mike does a sharp thrust and- “Mike!” Will gasped out, attempting to lift his head only for Mike to slam it back down.
Will’s cumming and Mike’s shoving his cum right back into him.
Mike's hands drop Will's hands, instead pressing it right in the middle of his back. Forcing Will to feel the feeling of his cock inside of him. Will groans, the overstimulating hitting him like a truck.
“No more, please.” Will sobs out, he doesn’t know if Mike can hear him through the pillows. “Fuck! Shit- Mike” He gasps out as soon as Mike’s fingers curl into his hair and yanks him back. Will nearly forgets about the mascara he was even wearing until he notices the black tear streaks on one of the pillows. When did he even start crying?
“Will,” Mike grunts, his hips stuttering every so slightly. Mike forces Will to look in the mirror and then Will can see himself. Mascara dripped down his cheeks, sweat dripping down his body, thighs shaking with each thrust. The way they move together is hypnotic.
Mike removes one hand from Will's back, instead opting to smack it across Will’s right cheek, Will jumps at the pain forcing him back against Mike’s cock. Then he gets one on his right cheek and he’s forced to watch the red handprint form on the side of his cheek.
“You’re so fucking hot, Will,” Mike grunts into the air, his thrust getting sloppier and faster as well as the constant hits on his ass and thighs. “Gonna cum so deep in you, gonna breed this cunt ‘n have you leaking for days. Is that what you want? Whore.” Another sharp thrust.
“Please!” Will wants that, he wants it so bad. “Want you to breed me, wanna be yours,” Will whines.
“You’re already mine,” Mike growls as he throws his head back. “Shit, Will. I’m so close.” He grunts out.
“Please cum in me. I need it- need your cum, Mike.” And Mike does.
He shoves Will's head back into the bed sheet with one hand and uses the other one to pin his hips back against Mike’s. Mike comes hard and deep in Will, filling him to the brim. Will shivers, he can feel it.. all of it. Will feels his eyes roll back as another orgasm hits him, it’s not as world-shaking as the first one but it does some damage based on the way Will’s thighs shake and his pussy pulses.
Mike lets go of Will's hair and hips and watches him drop to the sheets. Will’s panting hard, it seems like he’s just barely catching his breath.
The bed sheets no longer smell like Mike, El, and Sex. No, they smell like Mike, Will, and sex and Will loves it. He doesn’t love how sweaty and sticky his body feels and the feeling of Mike’s (and his) cum dripping out of him, he doesn't have to worry about that for long though because Mike quickly uses two fingers to shove the cum right back inside.
“Mike.” He whines trying to get away from the touch.
“You did good, baby.” Mike preps a small kiss to his cheek (the one on his face) and a soft slap on his other cheek (the one on his ass) “I love you.”
“I love you,” Will replied, not because he’d feel bad if he didn’t, but because he does. He loves Mike so much. He needs him to break up with El, he needs to break them up.
“Want me to run you a bubble bath? I got those scented ones you like.” Mike said as he lay down next to Will and touched his cheek. Maybe not tonight though, he loves his moments with Mike like this.
“Yes, please.” He whispers because right now he feels inferior to Mike, no he’s not scared.
Mike smiles at him one last time before tucking his hair behind his ear and pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“Give me ten minutes, baby,” Mike says, throwing a wink at Will before disappearing down the hall.
Now that he’s gone Will has no one to quiet his depressing thoughts. He listens to Mike singing some song by Outkast, smiling as Mike sticks his head in to sing one lyric to him.
I’d wait forever for you, Mike.