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It first became a thing two nights ago.
They’d just gotten back from a club, a night out together, not drunk but lightheaded and with enough alcohol in their systems that they’d began touching and teasing throughout their time there. Stumbling back into the apartment with their lips locked was inevitable when it came to them, usually it was Mike who initiated. Greedy.
Their clothes were discarded all over the floor as they made their way to the bedroom. Jackets, shirts, pants— all thrown into the hallway until their feet touched the carpet of their room. Will had expected for his back to hit their mattress in seconds, only instead he felt something harder against his skin, more solid.
The wooden texture of their dresser, Mike had him shoved up against it instead when they had comfort waiting for them not even two steps away. It was confusing but not entirely unwelcome, how could it be when Will was still enjoying himself here?. They parted their kiss just to breathe, saliva string snapping as they did.
Mike was on his neck in an instant, a man starved if he wasn’t kissing Will wherever he could. His mouth trailed all over that area, below his ear, his pulse point, his collarbone — Will could only clutch at his back whilst he let out these little desperate needy sounds.
“Fuck Will, you’re so beautiful, sound so pretty doll.” ‘doll, an affectionate petname Mike had started calling him just to tease that eventually grew on them both. Now it makes Will whine, makes his face flush such a pretty shade of pink, heat traversed all over his body.
“Mike-“ Will moaned breathily, leaned into the feeling of his neck being sucked on. Knowing that soon there would be a large purple blooming mark there, for the world to see if he let them. Mike didn’t stop, he doubled his efforts, moved spots every so often to really paint him in possessive claims.
Hands grabbed at Will’s hips, pulled their groins flush where they both were straining against their boxers. Mike rocked forward encouragingly and Will responded easily, seeking the friction they needed to feel good. It was amazing. Always sends electric sparks over both of their bodies.
Except it wasn’t enough though. Not right then. Will was so desperate— he wanted more than to just grind their clothed cocks together.
“Mike, hun, baby— w-wait a sec.” Mike slowed down, placing soft kisses to Will’s neck instead of trying to devour him whole, he hummed in acknowledgment too which made Wills skin vibrate. He almost forgot what he wanted to say.
“I need more.” he said surely.
Mike pulled out of the space he had his face tucked into and he smiled down at Will, this patient yet cocky smile Will could never get tired of seeing. God Mike would be the death of him someday, hopefully not while he’s getting laid.
“Yeah? tell me baby, what do you need?” Mike put his hands on the dresser, beside Will, caging him in of sorts. They were so close, their lips could’ve touched again if they just leaned up. Mike stared down at him as if he were a god (or perhaps a piece of meat)..either way, it made Will feel suddenly embarrassed about how much he loved to have Mike loom over him.
He could say it. He knew he could just say the words and Mike would do whatever he wanted him to. God it felt like it was their first time all over again, fuck— ‘pull it together Will’ he told himself. He looked towards the bed behind Mikes frame thinking that maybe that would make them teleport onto it.
It didn’t , obviously.
Will made a whimpering sound in the back of his throat when Mike suddenly rolled his hips forward again. His body melted into it, responsive as ever to his boyfriend’s motions. Will’s eyes even squeezed shut from the pleasure that was getting harder to ignore by the second.
Then, a simple phrase. Something Mike said, accompanied by a soft click of fingers, it made Will snap towards it immediately. His once closed eyes flew open to look at Mike.
“Hey, eyes on me pretty.” Will doesn’t know whether it was the commanding tone or the noise or—just whatever. All he know’s is that he liked it and it must mean something or else he wouldn’t have focused back so quickly right?
When he does get brought back into the moment, Mike cupped his face gently in one palm. He asked him what he needed again so sweetly whilst fingers began tracing his hip in soft circles. Will swallowed the dryness in his throat before he spoke then he allowed his eyes to droop again. Hazy and gone.
“Need you to fuck me Mike. Do it hard, do it here.” Mike chuckled at his boldness, kissed into his hair. Then he flipped Will around roughly, hand spreading out against his back and pushing him down until he was bent over, pinned to the dresser.
He was fucked into right there afterwards. He was yanked up by his hair while they did it, Mike made him look at his teary, moaning face in the mirror— he looked so wrecked. Honestly it made him understand why Mikes always calling him pretty (because he is).
He didn’t need to be told twice to do anything at all. If Mike prompted him to rock back on his cock? he was doing it, if he wanted Will to cry out his name? it was done seconds later.
Will was just..re-wired all because of a little finger click.
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Mikes trying okay. He is really trying to get Will to stay with him just a second longer. He’s half-laying on the couch using his lanky arms to reach forward and encircle around Wills waist, letting out dramatic pleas saying that if Will goes then he’ll die or something. He know’s it’s dumb but he doesn’t want his lover to leave him, sue him he’s clingy.
“Mike please i need to go and post this—“ Will’s laughing, still trying to reach the cardboard box on the floor whilst Mike won’t let go of him.
“Will the post office will be open on Monday- please just come backk don’t gooo. There are dangers out in the cold, you can’t go without your paladin.”
“Are you saying a sorcerers magic is weak?” Will asks and by his tone Mike knows his eyebrow is raised in question without even seeing it.
“What? no! no never, you’re so strong Will.”
The phrase shocks him though, his grip accidentally loosens. Shit. Will slips out of his hold, winning victorious when Mike’s upper body almost falls onto the floor without having anything to keep him leant upwards. Mike just sigh’s, readjusting himself on the couch into a sitting position.
“You always fall for that, it’s sweet.”
“I need to remember your tricks.”
“That you do sweetheart.”
Mike try's thinking of a plan still. He could simply get up and pick up a flailing Will, he could actually join him on this outing if he wanted to face the cold snowy weather.
Or..
Something pops into his head. Those two nights ago replay in his mind, the heated memory of having sex with Will against the dresser, he’s remembering a specific part of that night which could be a good solution in getting him to stay.
It might work. It might get Mike a light slap to the face, he’s willing to take either option. So he allow’s Will to walk a bit away from him — staying silent to make it seem like he’s given up (honestly he is watching his ass more than anything).
He waits until Will’s at the doorway of their living room to call for him, one last attempt, here he goes:
“Willll.”
“Whaat?”
“Please? just cmere?” Mike pouts
Will sigh’s then he’s walking back over, standing in front of where he’s sitting with his hands crossed over his chest in that sassy way he does when he’s getting a little annoyed. Mike places his hands on Will when he’s standing between his legs, palms smoothing up and down his sides where he know’s is sensitive.
“Sit down?”
“Mike—seriously—“
Mike snaps his fingers once. He tugs Will forward lightly, dropping his tone similarly to how he did before.
“I said sit.”
Despite the reaction Will gave him before, it still shocks him that Will does as he’s told, following the tug in order to straddle Mikes lap, knee’s either side of his hips. It’s hot, how much he listens from something so small, does Mike really have that effect or is Will just that willing to please?
“Good boy you listen so well for me.” Mike praises, revelling in the soft noise it brings out of his boyfriend. Will has a look to his eye now, similar to before, he looks like he’s in a daze— his doe eyes have a soft lostness to them that is only mildly concerning.
Mike has to check just to be safe. Wills automatic reaction may be nice but what if it’s because of something else entirely and not caused by wanting this? that would tear Mike apart if he ever found that out.
So he back pedals just a bit, back to his usual self that is a pathetic, loving mess for Will and not his dominant lean that he’s taken to have within their sex life. His hands still run up over Will’s sides soothingly.
“Will baby, focus on me for a sec.”
“Hm?”
“Are you sure you want this? sitting here on my lap because i told you to? i just- i dont want to force you.” Mike asks. Watching the way Will blinks after, more ‘awake’ and present in the moment so he can take in what he’s being asked.
His face goes a bit red when he nods.
When he speaks, his voice is shy, almost whispered between them if it weren’t for their closeness.
“Yeah, i..i like it. I like when you tell me what to do, i don’t need to think. The tone does it for me but the uh..”
“The clicks?” Mike finishes for him
“Yeah, the clicks help solidify that you’re in control.” really, its Will who holds the power no matter what but Mike know’s what he means and he’s happy to explore this new developing dynamic between them. He smiles when he kisses Will on the lips.
Soft until it’s not anymore. Until it’s teeth clashing and spit getting around their mouths, panting breathes shared in the small gaps of when their lips aren’t touching. It’s all consuming, Mike can’t get enough of it.
Mike’s hands tug at the hem of Will's shirt. He growls slightly, already urging it upwards.
"Off." Will raises his arms, allowing Mike to slide it off, gaining access to his chest where his hands begin to rub over the skin. Groping his pecs to make Will groans only for that to transform into a whine as soon as Mikes fingers rub over his nipples.
It'd be overwhelming if he wasn't used to it by now. Mikes always been touchy even before they dated. He did it to be close as kids, they were both touch starved so what? they didn't see any harm in being affectionate back then and of course they don't now.
Will wouldn't be able to handle not having Mikes touches in his life anyway, it'd feel weird without the constant presence of them. Mike feel's the same way, he needs to feel their skin brush atleast once a day or else he's sure to implode from the lack of the man he loves with all his heart.
"Mikee- Ohh, Mike." Will's hard beneath his pants, Mike can see it, can feel it above his own. Instead of teasing how he usually would he reaches a hand down to cup over the bulge, rocking his palm against it so that Will pushes himself forward, chasing.
Its such a sight to watch Will please himself, just using what he is offered in order to get off, Mikes came from it before and he could do it again if he didn't have a plan in mind for them to fuck right here. He at least wants them to hold off until they're connected in the best way.
"Yeah you like this?"
"Mm-mhm, feels so good."
"Want more, precious?" Mike really shoves his hand forward on that. A low chuckle sounds his throat as soon as Will moans loudly, jolting forwards.
"Sir please." Fuck. Sir is new. He doesn't know where the hell its coming from but Mike doesn't care. He helps Will pull his pants and underwear all the way off his legs until they're a puddle at his ankles. Leaving him completely bare in his lap.
Mikes own sweapants don't get off all the way, they stop at his thighs and thats fine. It's just enough to free his cock, to relieve the restriction that'd been making him crazy for the past few minutes.
Shit they dont have any lube here and they definitely aren't getting up. Mikes gonna have to make do with something else.
He lifts his fingers in front of Will's face and he snaps them like he didn't already have his full attention. "Suck them." he says, smirk on his lips.
Will takes the fingers into his mouth. He coats them with his spit and moves his tongue between them all whilst adding in this suction that he moans loudly through. Mike notices the bob to his head, the gag whenever he shoves them just that bit deeper into Will's throat.
His own cock leaks against his stomach. Hard. Aching.
Once he deems his fingers are wet enough, he brings them out of Wills mouth. Spit and an obscene 'pop' following after. He trails them down behind Will, between his ass to rub one of the slicked digits against his hole.
"Sir, give it to me." the little whiny tone is enough for Mike to do as he's told. He pushes his middle finger inside slowly, letting Will adjust to the all familiar stretch. He doesn't move it right away, only after he feels's Will relax slightly does Mike feel like it's easy to move his finger comfortably.
He pushes it in and out, curls it ever so slightly too knowing that's what makes Will feel like he's seeing star's. Mike himself is doing great— he can't help it when he bites of a groan from nails digging into his shoulder.
God Will's so close to his neck, his chin is hooked on his shoulder yet his breathing is blowing a small amount of air on his tingling neck.
"Will— my sweet boy." Mike manages whilst he's already adding his second finger in beside the first. He hopes Will hears what he's about to say.
Mike just needs this one thing. He loves when Will does it even without having to be told.
"Bite my neck, kiss it, i don't care. Please bunny, i need this." Mike feel's his own pre-come dribbling down his shaft, he ignores it, not wanting to touch himself yet. He gets his finger fully inside and just like that, Will muffles himself by biting into Mikes neck softly.
Mike moans outwardly this time. Will clenches on his fingers, he begins rocking on them slightly. Riding them like he'll be riding Mike soon enough. It's torture needing to build up to that but Mike doesn't want to hurt Will at all when they want to get to it.
"Ah- uh- uhhn, Mike." Will's words are right next to Mikes ear, high and needy, sending pleasurable jolts right down to between Mikes legs. He needs to be inside him—
If only he could just— Mike curls his fingers upwards more, he's pushing and prodding carefully.
It doesn't take that long. He so much as brushes Will's prostate and his boyfriends back arches beautifully. Mike pulls his fingers out after, wiping them on his shirt thats got a mix of he and Wills fluids on already. Then he's taking ahold of his dick in one hand, hissng from the contact he's needed.
Slowly he strokes his pre come over himself, its definitely slippery thats for sure but it is not wet enough for his standards. The next click of his fingers is directed down at his cock.
"Spit on it." Will listens to him. He lowers his head, spitting on the shaft as some extra lube, watching Mike stroke himself, surprisingly patient for such a needy thing.
Perhaps he knew Mike wouldn't make either of them wait long. Considering he's urging Will up a bit a minute later — positioning them for what they're about to do. Mike rubs the tip over Will's hole teasingly just for a moment, all before he holds it steady.
"Ready baby?"
"Yes sir."
Will takes the lead from there. Slowly he start's to sink down, his arms looped tight around Mikes neck so he has something to hold whilst he does. Inch by inch it slips inside, filling him up so good just like it always does whenever they have sex.
Both of them are so noisy, really it's a good thing these walls dont leak sound or else they would've been kicked out a looong time ago. When Will's fully seated they take a moment to breathe together, only not jumping right into it or else this would be over immediately in two minutes.
They aim to last 10 at most. Longer if they're lucky.
Mike whispers a praise into Will's hair about how good he feels, how amazing he's doing.
"Can i move yet?"
"Shit, yeah- please Will." Mike thrusts his hips up to start Will off, always does it as encouragement.
Thats how it begins. On Mikes thrust, Will takes a raise upwards on his knees only to slide back down slowly, creating a comfortable rhythm that he'll be able to settle into. He keep's clenching, not for long, but it makes Mike growl-groan at the tightness and that sends shivers all over Will's body when paired with hands clawing at his hips.
Soon he's riding him — bouncing on his cock, filling himself over and over until he's not exactly thinking straight. Only Mikemikemike running through his head (more like spilling from his lips, he cant help it). In between Will's moans, Mike is releasing his own.
Will's dick bobs uselessly between them. Mike see's this as opportunity. He smirks to himself when he wraps a warm fist around it, allowing Will to basically thrust into it himself with the way he's already pushing his body up and down. Surely being teased about it will be fine, hotter in fact.
"So greedy precious, got my cock inside you and you're fucking my fist?"
"Miike— im not!" Will tries to deny it, cute. His eyes are brimming with pleasurful tears.
"Don't lie to me Will, its okay. You look sexy." Mike pistons up again, he must hit Will's prostate given how his expression widens then melts and he's speeding himself up in Mikes lap. Its going to hurtle them both into orgasm, speeding lightening fast.
Mike can feel it. He feel's the way he throbs inside Will every single time theres a tingle that shudders his body. He urges Will on too by continuing to jerk him off through his movements, uncaring of the sticky mess getting all over his hand when
that is the absolute least he needs to focus on.
"Close, im so close Mike.."
"Me too. We're gonna do it together, get us there Will, i'll fill you up so good i promise!" Mike's squeezes his hand around Will, his wrist hurts from excessive movements yet he can't stop, not yet, he needs Will to get there before him.
He does. Will comes as soon as Mike brings him down by the waist, keeping him sat on his cock, pressed against his prostate. Will's back arches, almost snapping in half, there is definitely sore scratch lines all over Mikes back.
Mike himself follow's soon after, spilling inside Will with one last shout towards the ceiling.
It takes a few minutes to return back to feeling conscious again. Mike peels open his eyes after what feels like an hour (its been 3 minutes) , to realise that he is so fucking sweaty, that his hair is sticking to his forehead. He's still inside Will and that is..uncomfortable on its own.
Some of his release spilling down Will's thighs despite still being inside him. Will's cum on his hand..yeah they need a shower and to change the blankets on the couch at least.
"Hey.." Mike smiles, whispering into a sleepy Will's ear. He receives a noise of acknowledgement.
"I gotta move us pretty, we need to shower, you okay with that?"
"Carry me?" Will asks, Mike tries not to laugh at how adorable he's being.
"Yes, i'll carry you, like a princess.” Mikes already standing up, careful on his own slightly wobbling legs, he makes sure he has his hands securely under Will's thighs.
"Dont drop me." Will uses some of his remaining energy to lift his head and kiss Mikes cheek lovingly, only to lower his heavy head again onto his shoulders.
"Wouldn't dream of it."