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Ever since Will came out to his friends and family, Mike began to see him through different eyes. He didn’t quite understand it, but he felt he couldn't stay away from him. The almost—necessity—of being close had only grown, as if something inside him refused to go back to its old place.
After Mike apologized to Will and fully mended their friendship, he began to torment himself with thoughts that surfaced in the most mundane moments. What would Will’s kiss be like? Had he already kissed someone? What was his most intimate touch like? Sometimes it was during a random conversation, sometimes in the middle of a D&D campaign, sometimes when Will laughed at something far too simple. The problem was that these thoughts didn't come with answers, only with questions that kept piling up.
Over the next two years, Mike discovered an unquiet curiosity within himself about how feelings worked between two men. If the bond was different, if the proximity held a different weight, if a look meant more. He wondered if affection changed its form or just its name.
And, inevitably, everything led back to Will.
Not to other abstract boys, not to distant possibilities—but to him. To the way Will spoke with more firmness now, how he occupied space without apologizing, how he seemed more whole. Mike found himself staring too much, attentive to his face and details like the mole on his lips, the bareness of his neck, the veins standing out on his arm, and how he could see the sensitive skin of Will’s waist when his shirt lifted slightly.
It made him angry with himself.
Mike mentally cursed himself for allowing these thoughts to exist. He repeated to himself that it was just friendship, that it was the fault of the change, the shock, the adaptation. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake that strange sensation in his chest whenever he imagined the pressure of Will’s soft lips on another mouth. *It’s just curiosity,* he told himself.
“Will.” The name came out low from Mike’s mouth as he watched the other across the basement.
They had finished a campaign with Lucas and Dustin, who had already left Mike’s house, racing to the arcade to continue the fun. Will, on the other hand, preferred to stay with the taller boy rather than bike through the cold night to the other side of town. He was looking through the small wooden shelf in Mike's basement, searching for an interesting tape to watch together.
“What?” he replied, turning just enough to see Mike sitting on the old sofa, hands folded in his lap and a bashful look on his face.
“Can I ask you a question?” Mike said, the words coming out insecurely. One of his hands went to the back of his neck, pressing it as he looked away from Will.
“Sure, Mike.” Will nodded simply and began walking toward his friend.
“It’s… How is it?..” Mike started, seeming to scramble his words and thoughts. He felt nervous at Will’s proximity; Will was now leaning against the back of the sofa, right above him. He stared at Mike in confusion, trying to understand the question.
“How is what?” Will prompted, wanting him to finish. His head tilted slightly and his eyebrows knitted in confusion.
“How is it… hm… kissing another boy?” Mike finished anxiously, looking away again. He couldn't face him while saying these things. He closed his eyes tight, feeling the embarrassment grow inside him with every second Will didn't immediately answer.
“Wha— well… it’s good, I think it’s normal, Mike,” Will stumbled over his words, caught off guard by the surprise question. He definitely hadn't expected this from Mike. Of course, he had noticed something different about him—their eyes meeting more frequently, the subtle touches on his legs or shoulders, and how Mike seemed to swallow hard whenever he called his name.
“Oh, right…” Mike laughed awkwardly, trying to act casual but failing. “So… have you already kissed someone? Why didn’t you tell me?” Mike was looking at Will again, his brow furrowed. Will laughed at the sudden change.
“Hey, I don’t have to tell you about those things,” Will replied quickly. He remembered the two boys he had made out with recently behind the school. It wasn't exactly who he was looking for—like his best friend—but it was good enough to figure out what he liked and didn't. “Why this now? Are you curious?” Will teased with a smirk, nudging Mike's shoulder.
*Damn.* Mike could feel the heat suddenly taking over his face. He knew he was red with embarrassment and closed his eyes again, regretting ever starting this conversation.
Will soon turned back toward the shelf and walked away laughing, proud of his joke. Mike, however, tucked himself under the loose blankets on the sofa, imagining who Will could have kissed. He touched his own lips, trying to seek a sensation similar to that seal, and cursed himself internally for it.
After that episode, a switch flipped in Will’s head. What if he continued this provocation?
Days passed, and Will became increasingly interested in observing his friend's blushing, embarrassed face. Since he couldn't get over him easily, why not deal with it differently?
A smirk, a lingering stare, and an unpretentious brush of thighs were enough to leave Mike totally confused. Mike's thoughts only grew more perverse, and Will was well aware of it; he could see it clearly in the boy's shy reactions to his simplest teases. Will had already realized his best friend’s intentions and was relishing his reactions.
Whenever they sat with their friends, Mike instinctively sat next to Will, who responded by tensing his thigh against Mike's or discreetly resting his hand over the other’s. Mike was beyond confused, trying to figure out if it was all in his head or if these signals were real. He felt his face heat up every time Will returned his light touches more directly—a firm hand on the waist or a look that was hard to interpret.
“Want a taste?” Will said provocatively as soon as he noticed Mike’s gaze on his lips. Mike seemed lost in his own mind, imagining once again what it would feel like to have his friend's tongue between his lips.
“W-what?” Mike was caught off guard, pulled forcibly from his fertile imagination. He looked around the room for other people and—fortunately—found none. It was just the two of them.
The boys were alone in the basement again, stretched out together on the sofa. They shared a soft blanket and were practically lying down, facing each other. Will was drawing aimlessly in his sketchbook, tracing loose lines that formed objects, and Mike was reading a new comic he’d bought earlier. Being in that position was torture for Mike; Will’s legs were intertwined with his under the blanket, and he could feel the heat of the other’s skin. It was restless.
The touches he felt every time Will turned a bit more or slightly shifted position made Mike’s entire body shiver. He couldn't take it anymore; he set his reading aside and began to observe the friend in front of him more deeply. He stared intensely at Will's face, capturing every detail, also eyeing the boy's delicate hands as they held the pencil. Soon he returned to the face, stopping at his pink lips.
“Want a taste?” Will pointed his pencil at his mouth, biting it softly. Mike felt his heart stop for half a second and held his breath. He felt like he could die right there, at that exact moment.
One of Will’s feet slid up Mike’s body, moving smoothly along his side. Will made a point of going slowly, feeling his friend tremble at his touch. Mike swallowed hard, opening his mouth without knowing how to respond.
“I noticed the way you look at me, Mike,” Will said lowly, his voice slightly husky. Mike’s chest rose and fell rapidly, with Will’s foot now resting upon it.
The pressure was light but enough for Mike to lose himself even more in his friend’s gaze, which returned his look with desire and dilated pupils. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. His throat was too dry. Instead, he nodded almost imperceptibly, eyes locked onto Will’s as if looking away were impossible.
Will let the sketchbook and pencil fall beside him and took his foot off his friend’s chest. He sat up properly, moving closer to Mike.
Mike could have sworn his heartbeat was echoing through the entire basement. His shaky breath caught the scent of Will's sweet cologne mixing with the smell of old wood and dust. He was mesmerized by the boy's penetrating gaze. He couldn't look away.
“Will…” The name came out trembling. Mike flicked his tongue across his lips in a nervous gesture. “Can I… can I really?” He paused to gather courage. He was curious, after all.
At that moment, Mike’s gaze alternated between the intense eyes of the boy in front of him and his parted lips, where he could imagine the taste of his saliva. Mike swallowed the thought hard, watching the corner of Will's mouth curl into a soft smile as he turned his head further toward him. Will was sitting closer now, holding his knees to his chest while his feet still touched Mike’s warm skin under the thick fabric covering them.
Oh god. Mike could pass away right there.
“You can, Mike… but you have to come to me.” The words hit Mike’s chest full force, his fingers twitching with anxiety. Mike then looked away, shifting position awkwardly. He crossed his legs and faced Will, nervously adjusting the blanket.
The tension was palpable, and Mike was mentally cursing himself for being so restless. They were friends. Best friends. *This moment is just curiosity, just curiosity,* he repeated to himself while searching for the courage Will always inspired in him.
Mike’s hot blood rushed to his ears, where he could hear a ringing. Their feet touched lightly, warm through their colorful socks, but Mike pulled back quickly.
“Sorry… it’s just—it’s been a long time, you know?” He tried to speak without stuttering, but it was impossible. Will was internally relishing the boy's nervousness, remembering how he felt when he was in that position. He bit his lip, satisfied.
“Since… since Jane and I broke up…” He continued, breathing deeply, trying to keep his head straight. Will watched him intently. “…I haven't kissed anyone.”
It had been about two and a half years since the two were no longer together. It was a peaceful breakup; they both knew they understood each other better as friends.
“A bit before that, actually,” Mike finished, leaving Will slightly shocked. Mike let out a breath through his nose, muffling a nervous laugh, and ran his hands over his face, trying to hide.
“I’m not going to judge you.” Will laughed and lightly tapped the other’s shoulder. Mike opened his hands just enough to see the face in front of him soften. “It’ll just be so you… so you can see if there really is a difference.” He finished proudly, his hand still pressing Mike’s shoulder, moving slowly up to his neck.
The touch was too light but, at the same time, too direct. Mike thought he had imagined the whole conversation until he felt Will’s thumb press harder against the skin of his neck, bringing him abruptly back to reality. In an act of bravery, Mike lowered his hands and moved closer to the boy in front of him. Will’s legs gave way, one of them falling off the sofa, clearing space for Mike to nestle in.
He slowly moved his hands toward Will’s face and rested them on his soft cheeks, holding them with no intention of letting go. The boy smiled sweetly at the affectionate contact, but his eyes still showed intensity.
The movement was fast—faster than Will expected. Mike closed the distance all at once in a near-desperate act. He felt that if he didn't end this soon, he might faint in his friend's arms. The pressure against Mike’s lips was enough to make him shiver all over. The softness of Will’s mouth on his was more than he could process.
Mike felt his face burn with shame, his blood rushing, leaving his head dizzy and throbbing. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and the scent of fresh shampoo coming from Will became increasingly intoxicating. When he felt the boy's tongue brush between his lips, Mike broke the kiss abruptly.
“Hey!” Will protested. Mike had already looked away, the back of one hand against his lips, in disbelief. “You didn’t really kiss me.” Will moved even closer and placed his hands on Mike’s thighs, which tensed under the blanket.
“I-it was enough!” Mike said quickly, not thinking straight. It was clearly a lie. He wanted more but didn't know how to ask without it seeming strange. Will laughed again at the other’s nervousness. Mike’s eyes still stared at his friend’s parted, moistened lips.
“You know it wasn't…” Will’s voice came out low and with a rasp that took Mike by surprise. His hands subtly squeezed the other’s thighs. So subtle that Mike didn't know if it was a delusion or reality. “I know what you want, Mike.” The name came out as a sigh from Will, as he brought his face closer.
Their breaths were already mingling, and Mike was trembling with excitement. It was too much for him, and Will was having fun with it. Now everything was more perceptible to Mike—the creaks of the old wooden floor, the almost rough texture of the sofa fabric scraping his calf, the dim yellow light illuminating the place. He tried to remember there were still people in the house, that at any moment his mother could open the basement door and catch them in the middle of this scene. But Mike couldn't help himself anymore.
Again, his trembling hands met Will’s warm body, this time destined for his neck, grabbing him so he couldn't run away. Will closed his eyes and waited for the contact, and soon it arrived—hot and desperate. *Necessary.*
The kiss was uncertain and clumsy at first; their teeth clashing, which drew a few muffled laughs from Will. Mike was desperate; he wanted to understand why his friend mesmerized him so much.
Why Will was driving him crazy and wouldn't leave his head.
Will’s hands moved up to Mike’s nervous chest, which continued to rise and fall rapidly. Lips danced frantically between the boys' tongues and teeth. Mike could taste the refreshing mint in Will’s saliva, and it only made him sink deeper. He was completely trapped in it, his hands drawing small circles on the other’s nape, making Will shiver and slowly arch his back.
It was maddening. The wet sound of the smacks and unstable breaths was like divine music to Will’s ears. He was ecstatic, just like Mike, but he tried to maintain his posture.
Mike’s tongue was insatiable; he was desperate to taste every corner of the other’s mouth. It roamed between the other’s teeth and lips in an impetuous and needy way. He needed more.
“Hm…” Will groaned mid-kiss when he felt the bite Mike left on his lower lip. The taller boy’s large hands now moved up his nape and into his hair, stroking it affectionately.
Their legs intertwined more, and the skin-to-skin contact was enough to feel like electric shocks throughout their bodies. The kiss grew hotter and more miserable.
Will’s hands moved to the dark curls at the nape of Mike’s neck and stayed there, stroking and pulling lightly, making the boy gasp mid-kiss.
With their bodies closer and closer, Will could feel every tremor and shiver he caused in Mike. It drove him wild.
The kiss was broken by Mike, leaving the other’s mouth with a slight thread of sweet saliva. They were a mess. Messy hair, swollen and wet lips, dark eyes, and dilated pupils. Ready to see each other’s deep desires.
The boys tried to catch their breath while still pressed together, their noses brushing with every rise and fall of their chests. The scent of cologne and cheap perfume mingled and seemed better than any expensive fragrance at that moment.
The world vanished for an instant as they looked deeply at each other.
“What did you think, Mike?” Will asked, tilting his head softly without losing eye contact. “Is kissing a boy really different?” The smirk that formed on Will’s face instantly captivated Mike who, still in a trance, brought his thumb to it and stroked it. The saliva slid easily over the already swollen lips, and Mike held his breath.
The question didn't even make sense to him anymore, nor did the curiosity he once had. Mike only knew he had never had that in his life; he had never felt that before. Not with Jane, not with anyone.
*Will…*
It was all Mike could think about. His name echoed through his head, almost radiating out of it.
“Will…” It came out as a deep breath, recovering all the air they had set aside moments ago. “It’s different, very—… it’s much better.” Mike spoke slowly, trying to formulate a better explanation, but nothing came to mind. “Will… please.” The taller boy’s thumb tugged at his friend’s lower lip.
The response was better than Will expected; seeing Mike beg for contact was incredible and made him shiver inside. His curved eyebrows and giant eyes like a cry for help made Will’s body tense with pleasure. He could feel a slight discomfort inside his shorts now.
It was impossible to say no to Mike in that situation. “You can do whatever you want…” Will said after kissing the boy’s thumb. Mike then pressed it against the boy's lips, making him open his mouth.
Giving permission.
Mike then lunged forward, just as needy as the last time, kissing Will as if in a few seconds he wouldn't be there anymore. In response, the boy groaned with satisfaction when he felt the taller boy's soft, hot tongue invade his mouth in a hurry.
Mike’s hands, now firmer, moved down to the other’s waist and pulled him closer. Even with their bodies pressed together, Mike still needed more contact. His large fingers moved under the shirt and spread there. Exploring and squeezing every muscle of Will’s back.
This was very new to Mike; he had never experienced anything like it. With Jane, it was just simple kisses and pecks, and he simply didn't long for more; it was more than enough at the time. But now, with Will, it was different.
It was always different.
Every time they touched, it felt like Mike’s body was going to spontaneously combust. He couldn't stop imagining holding his hand, sucking his tongue, and stroking his body. Maybe it was just accumulated puberty lust; maybe it was more than that.
Will pulled the blanket from between them and threw it on the floor, finally removing that layer that prevented full contact. Their chests were now so close they could feel each other’s heartbeats. It was too real.
The shorter boy wrapped his legs around Mike’s waist and pulled forward with everything. Pressing the perceptible volumes. The other groaned in surprise at the pressure and responded by flexing his hips forward, seeking more friction.
The needy kiss deepened further and further. Mike sucked Will’s tongue as if it were the key to unlocking everything inside him. His body was on fire, and he needed more.
The groans and sighs broke the kiss whenever Mike rubbed more against Will’s body. Mike had never done anything like this with anyone; Will was the only person who saw this vulnerable and needy side of him. The friction and heat were too good to stop, and Will could already feel his underwear wet inside his tight denim shorts.
“Fuck, Will…” Mike whined, briefly stopping the kiss, running his tongue between his lips.
In response, Will bit his lower lip, looking at him intensely as he did so. He slowly moved his hand down the taller boy's body, feeling every tremor it released and Mike’s penetrating gaze upon him. His hand stroked the other’s chest and moved down to his belly, leaving light squeezes across the entire length of his torso. Until it stopped at the waistband of the other’s shorts. His eyes rose to meet his, as Mike watched him breathing deeply.
With every pulse he felt in his erection, Mike swore he would die. He needed Will to touch him more. He arched his hips, seeking the friction from before, and Will smiled at him, soon biting his lip. He pressed his warm palm over his friend’s cock, which drew a low groan as a result.
Will felt his fingers vibrate as he felt the other’s volume, his fingertips tingling with desire. Mike pressed his pelvis back against the boy's hand.
“Please, Will…” Mike was feeling ridiculous at that moment, so vulnerable in front of his best friend. And yet, he didn't want to stop; he just wanted more.
“Tell me what you want, Mike,” Will ordered softly, taking his hand off the other’s warm volume, who whined in response.
Both their faces were a complete mess—red cheeks and parted mouths, exuding desire and lust. Mike was embarrassed to want more contact, but that didn't stop impure thoughts from invading his mind.
“I need it, Will…” Mike said carefully. “Please, Will, touch me.” He tried to hide his face while saying the last part, but Will soon stopped him, holding his wrist firmly and looking at him attentively.
Will felt his cock pulse hard and nodded with a look of disbelief on his face. He also had never crossed this line with other boys; a few make-outs and squeezes had been enough before. But with Mike, it was different.
He desired Mike at every moment, and when the “accidental” touches and looks began, he held back with common sense.
But now, fuck that.
His desperate hands quickly unbuttoned Mike’s dark denim shorts. Pulling the zipper down and revealing the already wet underwear was too much torture for the taller boy, who gasped just at the sensation of his friend's delicate fingers touching him intimately. Will grabbed and pulled Mike’s shorts and underwear down, as Mike lifted his hips to help him.
The sensation of fresh air on his cock brought Mike back to his senses, noticing Will’s entranced gaze at his member. The boy's mouth salivated at the sight of the other’s erection pulsing before him; it was too intense. The already wet and messy pink tip was too much, not to mention its length was ridiculously long and with bulging veins. Will thought he was dreaming at that moment; it wasn't possible this was actually happening.
His right hand immediately met the member and lightly touched the glans, spreading the pre-cum all over it. It was torture for Mike to be in that position; this simple touch made his whole body shiver and he let out a tearful groan.
This was perfect for Will, who quickly looked up to see his best friend’s situation.
He looked ridiculous—ridiculous and beautiful.
Eyes full of tortuous tears and a face red with embarrassment, not enough for Will to want to stop the act, but more than enough for him to want to see Mike begging for more.
The taller boy tried to cover his face with one arm in a failed attempt to hide his nervousness. At the same time, he wanted to see. He wanted to see Will touch him and test him.
Will then returned his attention to his friend’s erection and began to touch it slowly. His wet fingers moved along its entire length, making it pulse with even more desire. Mike's combusting body responded to every tiny contact, impatient. Will swallowed hard and finally wrapped his hand around Mike completely.
He felt like he’d received an electric shock and groaned hoarsely as he felt the pressure Will applied at the base of his cock. The boy began the strokes very slowly; every time he moved up, he brushed his thumb over the boy’s hot glans. Mike arched his body involuntarily, closing his eyes, seeking to concentrate entirely on the pleasure overflowing him.
Will’s mouth was parted, and he tried to process what he was doing right then and there. He looked up again and focused on his friend’s flushed neck. So inviting.
He moved up without a second thought, his already damp lips touching the burning skin of Mike’s neck, who sighed in surprise. The hand on his erection gradually increased the speed.
Wet kisses were placed all along the side of Mike’s neck, extending to his prominent collarbone. Will clenched his teeth over the boy's sensitive skin, looking like a nervous animal. He couldn't hold back anymore.
He alternated between sucking the soft skin and biting it, leaving countless pink and purple marks on it. Mike gasped and groaned low, trying to control the volume with the little bit of shame he had left. Will was going crazy; the soft scent of soap and shampoo Mike exuded was comforting and exciting at the same time. His hand twisted on the boy’s cock, gradually increasing the pressure and speed of the strokes. He could feel the boy getting harder in his hand. How was it possible?
Mike was miserable; contained tears threatened to spill as he whined at every movement his best friend made on his cock. He was so wet and yet he still wanted more.
“Will,” he whined once more, seeking the boy’s attention.
Will left the taller boy's neck for a moment, observing him proudly because of the marks he had left before shifting his gaze. He was relishing this vision—Mike’s trembling and needy body beneath him. One had to question their sanity.
“Will, I want to touch you too,” Mike spoke, feeling brave, biting his lower lip. “Please.” He finished with the most 'lost puppy' look Will had ever seen.
He was begging. Begging for Will.
The boy gave a malicious smile in response, without stopping his touch on his cock. He took his free hand to the closure of his own shorts and slowly unbuttoned them. He stared fixedly at Mike’s messy face while Mike, on the other hand, stared with the same intensity at every movement Will made. He pulled the zipper and freed part of his aching erection, still trapped by the thin fabric of his underwear.
Mike swallowed hard, observing every detail Will provided. Despite the uncertainty and insecurity of never having done something like this—especially with another boy—he took a hand to the erection. Will trembled at the other’s touch on his cock, feeling his whole body burn with the contact.
Mike ran his fingers over the entire volume, as if trying to memorize what that sensation was like. His fingers found the pre-cum on the tip of the member and pressed there, making Will throw his head back as a reflex and groan hoarsely. His hand slowed down on his friend’s cock while he watched Mike’s movements on him now.
The taller boy’s trembling fingers delicately pulled Will’s shorts and underwear down, and he lifted his hips to help. Now they both had free access to each other's bodies. Mike swallowed all the saliva that had formed in his mouth and opened and closed it without realizing. He tried to copy the movements Will had made previously. He pressed the boy’s glans softly and spread all his liquid along the length.
Will bit his lip in a failed attempt to hold back the impure sounds coming from himself. Mike then held the base of his cock firmly and began to move. The strokes were somewhat sloppy at first; the boy was getting used to it and learning. He soon caught the rhythm, almost perfectly copying the movements Will was making on him.
They reached the same rhythm, groaning and gasping together. Mike couldn't control it and uttered his friend’s name low, instinctively lifting his hips in search of more friction. Will increased the speed again, enjoying every touch of Mike’s large hand on him.
They fit together so well. The wet and obscene sound of sex had already invaded the whole room, and they didn't even care anymore if someone caught them like this. Nothing else mattered.
Will also wanted more. With every look exchanged, Will could feel more blood rushing to his cock and the desire growing even more inside his chest. Their fast hands sometimes collided due to the proximity of their hips and, when their cocks touched accidentally in the middle of this exchange, Will understood what he needed.
He abruptly stopped the back-and-forth movement on Mike’s member, who groaned in protest and also stopped, moving even closer. The heat of their intimities clashing was too intense for both. The wet sensation and the almost coordinated pulse resulted in groans that complemented each other.
“Fuck, Mike…” Will let slip, driving the boy in front of him crazy just by hearing his name.
Mike had loved every bit of that sensation. The proximity and shared pressure had made his body nearly jump with pleasure. He didn't think twice.
Mike licked the palm of his hand, making it very wet, and brought it down. It soon found both cocks and wrapped around them at once. He watched Will contort in pleasure and surprise, returning his gaze deep into his eyes. Mike took his other hand to his mouth and repeated the movements now, passing the hot, wet palm over both tips. He made slow circular movements, drawing hoarse groans from Will.
“Is th-this okay with you?” Mike asked insecurely, not knowing if he was crossing some remaining line. Will closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation, and nodded quickly.
With Will’s permission, Mike let himself go. He increased the speed of the movements while biting his lower lip and throwing his head back. Sweat stuck their thin shirts to their chests that breathed heavily. Will couldn't get enough of hearing Mike’s muffled groans and the thirsty sound of their wet cocks together. He felt his mouth salivate and his legs go numb.
Mike’s rough hands didn't stop for a single moment, maintaining the constancy of the strokes while he could feel their cocks getting more rigid and red.
Irregular breaths brought an air of urgency to the situation. Their heartbeats increasing with every wave of pleasure that arrived would surely kill at least one of them.
“I’m so close, Will…” Mike said amidst hoarse groans, mouth open and eyebrows tensed. What a beautiful expression. Will couldn't believe he was actually watching this private show. Complete with pleas as his name was uttered.
The movements became even faster and rougher, with Mike thrusting his hips upward without realizing it. Will gripped the sofa cushions tightly, his knuckles white and numb, his mouth hanging open as he struggled to breathe through anything but his lungs.
“Will… I’m gonna—!” Unable to finish the warning, Mike stiffened completely, every muscle in his legs tensing. He let out a loud, almost tearful groan, never stopping the friction against their erections.
The hot spurts fell between his fingers and over Will’s flushed cock.
Even as he tried to catch his breath, Mike wanted to bring Will to the edge too, so he used the slickness to make the strokes even wetter. He didn’t pull his own member away; instead, he pressed it even harder—if that were possible—against Will, who looked back at him, nearly crying in response.
“Mike… shit—don’t stop!” He was so close, and seeing Mike’s needy expression only made everything blurrier. Obeying every request only fueled his desire further.
The wet slaps and groans filled the room once more, and Will pulled Mike’s nape close, kissing him fiercely. His tongue explored every corner of the taller boy’s mouth, and his teeth left a hard bite on his lips just as he came. Will contorted with pleasure in Mike’s hands, letting out a muffled groan against his lips, licking them copiously. Their ragged breaths met again, mingling in the scent of sex.
Mike only stopped the movements once he was sure Will had finished completely, but he kept their cocks pressed together. The shared pulse was incredible, prolonging the pleasure they both felt. Sweat trickled down their backs and foreheads as they lay pressed together, trying to regain their senses.
Their eyes met once more, pupils fully dilated and surrendered. Mike slowly let go of their members, still savoring every second of the heat between them.
“What did you think, Mike?” Will asked almost in a whisper, resting his head in the curve between Mike’s neck and shoulder. “Did I satisfy your curiosity?” The question echoed in Mike’s mind as he blinked a few times, trying to focus.
The truth was, it had satisfied Mike’s improper curiosity. But now that he knew exactly how good it felt, he knew he’d never want to stop.