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“Is a diner okay with you? Dustin really wants pancakes, so we kind of agreed to meet up at the one around the corner at one thirty. I was going to tell you earlier but I had to take a shower, so I figured I could wai-”
Mike swallows thickly, watching Will pull his pants up, having to do a little hop and jump to get them up over his ass, buttoning and zipping them up moments after. They were cute, a deep brown color that contrasted against Will's plush hips, the fabric pushing into the crease of his legs, tight against his ass, squeezing his thighs.
Will pulls on a shirt, something orange, blue, and striped. Mike, however, is a lot more focused on the pretty panties that Will’s covering up. A buttery yellow, a little bit of lace on the hem, something Mike only caught a glimpse of before it was gone.
Will had no issue wearing underwear around the apartment which was good because Mike adored him and he always wanted Will to feel comfortable, even if that meant him sitting on their couch just wearing one of Mike's shirt and a pair of panties, knees to his chest while he watches something. They were close like that. Good roommates.
Will got to wear his cute little clothes, Mike got to look at him, and they both pretended like sometimes Mike's gaze didn't linger too long or sometimes Will's thighs didn't rub together needily, half hard in whatever soft pair he was wearing at the moment, Mike's hand a little too high on his leg. A little groping never hurt anyone, even, like those times where they would snuggle while a movie played, Mike's hands fisting his underwear in one hand and pulling it tight just to hear his breath catch, pushing his legs up in-between Will's so he has something to grind on, Will's face pressed into his neck while Mike tried his hardest not to cum untouched.
It was a good deal that they had, Mike making Will feel good while making himself feel good by getting to memorize every set in his drawer over time and fantasize to the point every single one of his dreams was about Will's thick ass strapped in cotton or silk, skin pushing out against his fingers. Like a normal person, or course.
The only issue here was that Mike had never seen that pair, Will's never wore that shade so low. It was cuter than any pink pair, any frills, any designs. Simple, yellow, with a hint of lace that Mike didn't get nearly long enough to look at. It screamed Will, something soft and sweet, like a daisy.
Mike desperately wanted to get his mouth on him. In him, too.
“Hey-” Mike croaks out, a little lightheaded. Will raises an eyebrow as he turns to him, one hand against the wall to stabilize himself while he tugs his shoes on. Will blinks, looking up at him, expression worried.
“Yeah?”
“Come sit?” Mike spreads his thighs in the way he knows Will likes, green eyes trailing along the movement. He can see when Will's lips dart out to wet them, mind a bit hazy, and Mike gives his lap a single little pat before Will is dropping right on top of him, leg swinging over to straddle himself fully on top. The weight is heavenly, Mike's hands snapping up to Will's hips, squeezing to keep them there.
“You're staring,” Will murmurs, and Mike nods as his palms trail down to grab handfuls of Will's ass through his jeans. He can’t help but get a little frustrated at it, the way that the denim bit into the pads of each finger and restrained him. Will in jeans was fantastic to look at but not nearly as nice to touch, no soft skin giving into pressure. He squeezes tighter, needing that push, and Will's breath hitches but he doesn't tell him to stop, so Mike drops his head down against Will's collarbones, staring down at the button of his pants.
“Yeah. Let me see them again? I didn't get a good look.”
Will snorts, fingers threading into the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling a bit. “A look at what?”
“You know what,” Mike murmurs, sliding his hands down to Will's thighs, spreading them open just a bit forcefully, making them spread further around his waist, getting him closer, Mike hard against his ass. He knows Will can feel it, he knows Will wants it, his hips giving a little roll down to where Mike was aching. Mike's nails dig in through fabric, resisting the urge to pull his clothes off and fuck Will here, panties pulled to the side so Mike can push in. He throbs at the thought, dick twitches against the crease of Will's left leg.
“... I don't think I do,” Will whispers back after a moment, his hands slipping down Mike's arms before dropping to the belt loop of his own pants, popping his button open. He hesitates on the zipper and Mike kind of wants to bite him, but his attention is drawn to the way Will pulls it down, yellow peaking through.
There were flowers in the lace, now that Mike could see more up close. Small daisies. He could see Will's tip, pink and a little wet, the hem of his panties keeping it up and snug against the start of his tummy, pressed into soft skin there. Mike has to physically swallow, pushing saliva down his throat to stop him from drooling. “Will-”
“Do you like them?” There's a bit of nerves in his voice, and Mike wants to suck him into his mouth so badly that he gets a bit lightheaded from it all.
“Yeah- yeah, I like them. They're cute. Really cute.” Before Mike can stop himself, his hand is down Will's pants, thumb dragging up and down his length, caressing him through the fabric. Will shifts back, legs spreading ever so slightly, head lolling to the side. Mike would be more concerned about the tension against Will’s thighs if he could, or the way that the fabric was cutting into the dips of fat there, but he’s a bit preoccupied. They're cotton, nothing too expensive compared to Will's other pairs, but these are his favorite already. The contrast between the sweet color to the dark mole against Will's waist is dizzying. “Soft, too. You wear these to bed?”
Maybe Mike is evil for already knowing the answer, but there's nothing wrong with taking a little look under Will's covers sometimes. He just lifts them, fixes the way Will’s underwear hugs his skin because sometimes they twist when Will rolls around, and then he tucks him back in because Will sleeps better when the blankets are tight to the bed. He likes the weight, and the weighted blanket is nice but it doesn't always give what it needs to unless Mike cocoon wraps him up.
“No, I haven't gotten the chance to yet- they're new. I got a matching pair with Ma-”
“Don't-” Mike cuts in, shuddering. “Don't talk about Max right now, or I'll get sick.”
“You're an asshole,” Will snickers, something a little mean, just the way Mike likes. Will’s fingers move to the back of Mike’s hand, curling around his palm and pulling it out. Mike’s hand drops to Will’s thigh instead, feeling unbearably cold without the previous heat, but Will doesn’t pay him any attention. His hands move to zip his pants back up, hiding himself from view, and Mike grips onto his wrist. “Mike, come on.” He doesn't respond, shoving his other hand in further, fully cupping Will's length through the fabric, squeezing, dragging his hand upwards just once. Will's breath hitches, hips twitching, and Mike can't just leave Will like this. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he let Will walk away all needy, empty-
“Mike,” Will repeats, a bit sterner but no less shaky.
“Yeah? What do you need?” His nose presses against Will's collarbone, breathing him in. Coconut and pineapple, this time. Fruity and tropical, clinging to his clothes.
(Will's brushed his teeth because he's hygienic and based, so there's mint there too. Therefore, I'm still pushing my coconut and mint agenda. Sorry for the fourth wall break, don't kill me I had to. BUT, I added parentheses this time. This is improvement, people.)
“To leave, preferably.” Mike's shaking his head before Will even finished his sentence, thumb and pointer finger gathering up the line of his panties and tugging them to the side, greedy to see more. “Mike, seriously, I have to go. Lucas is probably waiting outside.”
Mike's arm freezes, knuckles pressed against the base of Will's length, shoulders tense. “Lucas?”
“And Max,” Will corrects, fisting a hand in Mike's hair. He yanks back, Mike's breath catching, pained, the long line of his neck visible from where Will looks down at him. Mike can see the bit of glee there, Will no doubt getting a power trip from it, and Mike has to shakily breathe in through his teeth to stop himself from pressing Will face first into the mattress and fucking him from behind so hard he sobs. “I have to go. We're heading to the mall, Lucas needs new shoes.”
“... And you're going, why, exactly?” Mike's voice is strained from the position, but he doesn't try to move, letting Will's eyes linger on his adam’s apple.
“Max is going to make sure he doesn't spend too much and I'm going so she doesn't get bored while walking around the same store for four hours. Apparently Lucas is picky about what shoes he wears when it comes to sports? I don't know.”
Mike's thumb presses in against Will's tip, a little sticky and fabric clinging to it, Will's eyelashes fluttering as his breath stutters. “You'd think being on a college sports team would win you awards or something-”
“Yeah-” Will agrees, his hips pressing down against Mike's, legs snapping closed around his waist so hard it hurt. Mike drops his grip on Will's wrist to grab his thigh, pulling it back open despite the squeeze. “Yeah, mhm, Mike-”
His fingers pull against Mike's scalp so hard it burns, and Mike kind of wants to bat his hand away so he can look down and see the mess he's making, but he doesn't want Will to snap out of it just yet.
“Feels good?” Will nods, eyes shut tightly, and Mike mourns the pretty green of them for about five seconds before focusing on his mouth instead, on the mole above his upper lip, on the plush pink of them. “How good?”
“Mike-”
“Wanna hear you say it, Will, tell me-”
The door bangs and Will startles on top of him, jumping, yanking a bit too hard in Mike's hair that he hisses, following the tug of Will's hand.
“WILL! HURRY UP, WE'VE BEEN OUTSIDE FOR AGES!” The door bangs again, knob wiggling, and Will shoves himself off of Mike. Mike's hand snaps up to press against the throbbing in his skull, the zip of Will's pants feeling a bit like he lost a battle at war. “At least let me in, I have to pee!”
“Coming-!” Will's voice cracks as he shouts, stumbling over a pair of Mike's shoes tossed freely against the floor. Usually Will would get annoyed and Mike would snatch them up and place them by the door, but he was a little too frazzled right now. Still cute, but frazzled. “Sorry-” Mike slumps back against his bed, trying to ignore the sound of Max slamming their bathroom door shut.
He's also trying very desperately hard to ignore the tightness in his pajamas and the emptiness of Will's bed from across the room, the same way he ignores the sound of Will opening himself up at night and Will ignores the sound of Mike fucking his fist at the same time, pretending it was Will gripping him instead.
“We're heading out, don't forget to meet us at one thirty-!” Will calls from the kitchen, keys rattling and Mike knows Will was clipping them to the front belt loop on his pants, a little pulley letting him move them freely without having to take them off. Cute, the way Will always was.
Not as cute as yellow lace, though. Yellow lace that clung to his skin, thin enough that Mike could feel every vein underneath.
He presses his palms against his face with a groan, resisting the urge to do something stupid like key Lucas' car or smash his windows in.
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Will's body tenses, arms crossed over his chest, stiff but not stopping him. Mike takes it as the permission it is, three fingers pushing into the belt loop at the middle of the back of Will's jeans. His forehead presses against the crown of Will's own, looking down the smooth line of his back, tugging his pants away from the dip of his hips and pulling them open.
Yellow and lacey, still the ones from earlier, still probably as soft as Mike remembered.
His fingers tighten, thumb pressing into one of the dimples at the small of Will's back.
“Dude,” Dustin cuts in, leaning against the wall next to them. “You'd think for it being so empty they'd find somewhere for us to sit, you know?”
“Maybe they're going over something with the staff?” Will questions, and Dustin nods as if that makes sense. Mike slips his fingers free, hands sliding up to hold onto Will's waist, tugging his back to Mike's chest. Will slumps back against him and Mike wraps his arms around Will's shoulders, chin on the top of his head. “Besides, Jane hasn't even gotten here yet.”
“Patience is a virtue,” Mike adds, and Will snorts.
“Like you'd know anything about that,” Max snarks, looking up at them from the waiting booth. She looks pointedly down to where Mike's hips pressed against Will's ass, a greedy little habit he couldn't help, before she gags loudly. An old couple from another table glances over at them and Mike's face twists in disgust at the man's hat. MAGA. Gross.
“Max,” Lucas nudges her with his elbow. “Bully them when we leave.”
She follows their line of sight before slumping with a nod. “Yeah, whatever.”
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Will's fingers drop down to Mike's hand, pushing it back down to his knee, squeezing his fingers for a second before he grabs his sandwich again and takes a bite. Turkey club with extra tomatoes and a side of fries, exactly two spears of dill pickle. The same order he got every time, along with the chocolate milkshake he shared with his sister. So, so cute.
Mike's hand settles there for a minute, listening to the others talking, before it begins to slide up higher on Will's thigh again, grip getting progressively tighter the higher up it goes, digging into denim. Will's eyes flick towards him, leg bouncing like it could knock Mike off, but Mike just averts eye contact and picks up his coffee with his right hand again, taking a long sip even if it was a little too hot.
“I'm telling you, the power on those things? They shouldn't be legal.”
“It's a nerf gun,” Dustin cuts in, rolling his eyes.
“It's the Captain Slug Caliber, it can shoot darts over two hundred and fifty feet per second! You don't think that's insane? Imagine putting a thumb tack at the end of one of those bullets-”
“Why would anyone imagine that?” Max cuts into an egg, spilling the yolk, and Jane immediately dunks her waffle into it. Max slides her plate over so Jane could get to it easier. “You sound like a serial killer.”
“I do not-” Mike's pinky drags along the zipper of Will's pants, flicking it, and Will's whole body jolts, jumping. Mike nudges again and he freezes mid bite, Mike’s hand stilling moments after, waiting. Will glances at him for a moment before he takes another bite. “I'm just saying, it's the most powerful design they've ever made-”
“It's a nerf gun-!” Dustin repeats, slumping back hard against the booth, tossing his head back. “If you wanted an actual lethal gun, you could make a gas powered blowtorch with a lighter and a few empty two liter soda bottles by-”
“Why not just buy a pistol?” Jane cuts in, and the other two freeze. “If you aim right, it will kill anyone.”
Max grins, stabbing a chunk of sausage and biting into it with a nod. “Good idea, let's give these two idiots both a-”
Mike zones them out again, the backs of his fingers pushing against Will's stomach, dipping under the waistband of his pants. Will shifts, legs spreading open ever so slightly, and Mike takes the unspoken consent in stride, slipping his hand inside and pressing the pads of his fingers against Will's panties.
He was right, they were still as soft as he remembered. He can feel the way Will’s length twitches against him at the contact and he gives it a little pat against Will's tip, something to hold him off while he pushes his hand down as far as it can go, palming all of him and stilling. Will squirms, legs pressing shut, but Mike doesn't move, letting himself just enjoy the warmth and softness against his skin.
He uses his free hand to snag a fry off of Will's plate, dipping it into the little cup of ketchup, before biting it in half. Will always hated that, having been someone who eats the whole fry all at once. Mike used to do that too, but he was a little too fond of the way that Will's eye would twitch in annoyance, so now he might just be purposefully trying to bother him. Either way, that wasn't a crime.
“Will?” Jane questions, concerned. “Are you not hungry? You are not eating.”
“No-” Will's voice cracks, shaking his head. “No, sorry. I was just thinking.”
“Oh! About what?”
“Taxes?” There's a brief pause at the table before Lucas stretches an arm across, patting a hand against Will's shoulder.
“Me too, buddy. Me too.”
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When Mike finally gets home after having to drop Dustin off at his apartment, Will is laid on Mike's bed. Not his own, but Mike's, pants gripping his ass, laying on his stomach with a comic open in front of him. Spectacular Spider-Man, Mike already knows without having to look.
Mike kicks his shoes off, ignoring Will's quiet “front door, Mike,” and drops face first onto Will, flopping on top of him to hear him choke, elbowing his side to get Mike off. “You're squishing me-”
“Sorry,” Mike mumbles, pushing up on one hand, shifting to the side to keep balance. His other hand shoves itself underneath Will's stomach, worming its way between his shirt and the bed, tugging up to arch Will's back ever so slightly and pull his hips higher. They press right against Mike's, a perfect fit.
“Mike-”
“Can I see them?” Mike's nose drags along the line of Will's neck, speaking directly into his skin. “Please?”
There's a brief pause, Will's breath hitching. Cute, but not as cute as- “see what, exactly?”
“Your panties,” Mike says immediately, no shame. His hand pushes further down Will's body until it reaches his jeans, making quick work of his button, yanking the zipper down with more force than necessary, and giving the fabric a sharp tug. It slips down ever so slightly, but not nearly enough, and Mike kind of wants to rip them apart. “You'll let me, right?”
“You're such a pervert, If I didn't know any better I'd think you'd want them for yourself-” Will's laugh forces itself out of him like it was a struggle, Mike leaning back so he could dig both hands into the waistband of Will's pants, yanking.
“A pervert is a strong word. Jesus, Will- how tight do your pants need to be?” Mike grunts a bit, pulling them down past his ass, stopping when they reach mid thigh, hands burning from the effort.
“Need help?”
Mike shakes his head, pressing his forehead against the small of Will's back, his thumbs slipping under the elastic of Will's underwear, digging his nails into him, pulling him apart and spread open. “You're so pretty, Will. You have no idea.”
“I think I'm starting to get the picture-” Will's voice cracks, thighs clenching and unclenching against his control, Mike's breath hot against his bare skin.
“Wanna eat you out. Can I?”
“It's just a pair of underwear-”
“Can I?” Mike repeats, kissing the back of Will's thigh, teeth nipping skin briefly.
“Yeah, fuck- yeah, okay, okay-” Mike doesn't wait another second after that, burying his face into Will's panties, breathing in the smell of Will's laundry detergent and sweat, and something just distinctly Will. He nuzzles in, dragging his nose up, before something solid bumps into it and he freezes. “Jesus, Mike, come on-”
Mike lays his tongue flat against where Will's hole was supposed to be, forcing the plug in deeper, Will's words cutting off with a whimper. Will's hips twist backwards towards him, needy, but Mike pulls his panties to the side instead, fingers wrapping around the frankly offensive object and pulling it sharply. Will clenches down, yelping, body shuddering. Tightening and keeping it inside, so Mike has to twist his wrist to fully remove it, tossing it to the ground. “How long have you had that in you?”
“Mike-” Will's voice trembles as he speaks, and Mike can hear the comic crinkling from where Will crushes it, head hanging low, panting.
“How long?”
“Since last night-” Will chokes out, and Mike's teeth bite down onto where Will's hole twitches, empty and wanting. Red, too. A little puffy from use, winking at him each time Will legs give a little jerk. Mike's fingers gather the fabric back up before pulling it tight, dragging the waistband of them up Will's back, watching it drag against Will's hole, probably too rough to feel good. “Mike, please- please, come on-”
“You couldn't be patient?” His thumb presses into the give of it, pushing fabric inside ever so slightly before he pulls back. “Did you like it, fucking yourself all alone? Come on, Will. Answer me.”
“Yeah,” Will whimpers, voice wet. His hips push back and Mike lets go of him, ignoring the little sob Will gives. “I didn't know you would- please. I'm sorry-”
“How often do you wear those around me without me knowing?” Mike leans back on his knees, hand pushing Will's shirt all the way up his back.
“Not- not often-” Will's voice goes high, an obvious lie, and Mike is halfway off of him before Will can finish speaking. “I'm sorry! I'm sorry, come back, Mike-”
He settles his weight back onto the backs of Will's thighs. “Don't lie to me.”
“I'm sorry,” Will's voice muffles itself into the pillow, both of his arms raising to tuck themselves underneath it, hips pushing up and back. Mike drops more of his weight down to still him, trying not to break at the way he can hear Will sniffle. His heart lurches at the sound anyway. “I'm sorry. I won't- I won't lie. I just- I need it. I feel so empty all the time-”
“Even when you sleep?” Will nods the best he can, grinding forward ever so slightly onto Mike's bedsheets. “When I play with you?” Another nod, this one more hesitant, and Mike finds himself melting. “Do you miss it, baby? You wanna be full again?”
“Please- please, Mike-”
Mike wiggles his fingers under the elastic of Will's panties, not bothering to warn him, sliding in two fingers easily. The plug kept him nice and stretched, but Mike hates it anyway, the way it got to spend whole days inside of Will, taking up space Mike could've been in. It feels a bit like being replaced, like he'd been rejected, even when he didn't know.
Will whines, trying to push up onto the bed, so Mike rests a palm against his back and shoves him back down. “I would've taken care of you if you asked, Will. I would've let you warm my cock for hours until you got your fill-”
“Fuck me- please-”
“Shh, it's alright. Don't cry, you know I hate it when you cry-”
“I'm sorry-”
Mike ducks down to kiss the back of Will's neck, flushed pink and slightly sticky from sweat. “Did you buy any other new pairs, or were these special?”
“They're just underwear-” Will's voice cracks again, shaking his head the best he's able to, high pitched. Lying to Mike. Again.
“So you don't mind if I ruin these, then.” He misses the warmth on his fingers the second he pulls them out, stretching them open and spreading them until they're hit by cold air, Will's hand reaching back to grab at him, desperate.
“No, no- Mike, you promised-”
“I haven't promised anything, not when you're not being honest to me.” Maybe it's a little evil of him, but when he reaches over to pull open his bedside drawer, his hips give a slow grind into Will's, pushing Will down firmly into the blankets, giving him a taste of friction before pulling back.
“You're being mean.” Will's voice is so sad that for a second Mike's whole body locks up, bottle in one hand, looking down at his trembling frame. Will's shoulders hitch with a little sob, voice quiet and watery. His free hand instantly drops to Will's shoulder, thumb brushing the nape of his neck, soothing.
“Do you want me to stop?” There's no response and Mike frowns, hand sliding under Will's neck to pull his face up. His cheeks are wet, lashes clumped together, lips pouty. Mike swallows, dick twitching hard against Will's ass, pressing a kiss to the side of Will's face. The tears cling to his mouth and he has to resist the urge to lick them off, pressing another kiss to his jaw.
“Will?” There's a sniffle and Mike can see it this time, the way his eyes squeezed shut and tears bead up. He kisses the curve of Will's nose, Will's lungs working overtime to breathe in that position, head forced back and clearly uncomfortable, but taking it anyway. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” Will's voice cracks as he speaks, sniffling hard to pull back a sob, choking it down. Mike can feel his throat bob under his hand. “No, you just- you're being mean, Mike.”
“I'm sorry,” Mike coos, thumb caressing Will's pulse, nuzzling the side of his face. “You feeling floaty?”
“Mhm.” Will's face scrunches up with another sniff and Mike can't help but drag their noses together, shame curling up in his gut along with the heat. “Wanna feel good.”
“I know, baby. Want the pillows?”
“Mhm.”
Mike gently lowers Will back down, letting him hide. This hasn't happened too often, Will getting into a mindset like this. Usually it was just when he got scared, and he cling to Mike until it passed, responding in hums or head shakes, all teary eyed and aching for comfort.
Mike's definitely a bad person for finding it so cute, the thought of Will getting so needy to be filled that he slips into that headspace. The plug made a lot more sense now, even if Mike didn't like it. Will's fingers dig into the pillows, shoulders trembling, face pushed in deep. His spine curves when Mike drags a hand down it, his body smoothing into Mike's hold, pushing his ass up. His panties were still so cute, though.
Mike locks his lips, pulling at the elastic, careful that it doesn't snap against skin. That can be for later. “Baby?”
“Mh?”
“Do you still want me to play with you?” His thumb slides underneath the thinnest part of his underwear, pressing against Will's hole, tugging him open on one side. Still hot, still warm, still trying to suck him in.
“Mhm.” Will's head nods the best it can, breath catching in a hiccup.
“I wanna fuck you through your panties. I don't wanna make you all messy on the inside, baby, so I can't fill you all the way.” Will's hips give a tiny thrust against the bed, giving his dick some much needed attention. “You need to tell me I can, otherwise I won't touch you.”
“Mike-”
“Come on, Will. You can do it. Just one word, then you can just lie there and take it, okay? Just gotta say yes for me, then I'll make you feel good.”
“Yes.” Will's voice comes out small and a little garbled, but Mike kisses the back of his shoulder for it anyway. “Please,” Will adds, like the good boy Mike knows he is.
“Thank you,” Mike murmurs against his skin, making sure he was being nice and polite, just the way Will wanted. When he squeezes the first drop of lube onto the back of Will's underwear he has to press a hand down to Will's hip to keep him still, jolted by the cold. “I know. It'll warm up in a little bit, just got to be patient.”
When he's got the bottle halfway empty and a pile of it soaking yellow fabric, he leans back to unbutton his own pants. Mike winces when he shoves them down his thighs, too tight to get off comfortably, but the sight of Will's underwear going translucent and wet is worth the momentary pain. “Mike-”
“Shh, it's okay, I'm giving you what you want, Will.” He sucks in a sharp breath at the first drag, the head of his dick dipping directly into the lube, smearing it more securely in the fabric. His hips rut upwards, tip catching on Will's hole just for a second before pulling back, throbbing at the breathy whimper Will muffles out. He thrusts forward again, pressing his hand on top of his length to trap it there, fucking the crease of Will's crack, Will's panties being the only barrier from Mike entering him. His eyes roll back at the thought alone, bedframe rocking along the wall, Will's fingers clawing into the sheets.
Mike drags his tip along the edge of Will's panties before slipping under, all slick and clinging, lube sticking. He presses himself directly against Will, testing the give, fingers burying themselves against the globe of his ass, squeezing hard enough it turned red. Will sucks him in easily, needily, and Mike pulls out a moment after, fixing his panties, making him all presentable. Will sobs, shaking his head, and maybe Mike actually was being mean, giving him a taste of it.
“Be patient for me, okay?” Will shakes his head again, and Mike relaxes his hand, petting the skin apologetically. “I'm trying to be nice, I promise.” He grips the elastic of Will's underwear, pulling it up before guiding himself back, pressing in, cotton encasing himself like a condom. “Better?”
“Deeper-” Mike's hips give a sharp thrust forward, only making it halfway before the fabric gets too tight. Will's voice cuts off in a choke, reaching a hand back to slap at him. Mike catches it quickly, threading their fingers together, pinning their hands by Will's head before pulling back, head sucked in tight, keeping him in place.
“Did you buy these knowing I'd like them?” He presses back in, Will's heat is enough that his mind melts out of his ears a little, forehead against Will's sweaty neck, feeling the wet sobs leaving him. “Will?” Will shakes his head before pausing. “Did you?” Mike stills his hips, waiting, and Will nods into the pillows, squeezing Mike's hand rapidly. “Yeah?” Another nod. “You wanted me to fuck you in them?”
“Yes- yes, Mike- please-”
Mike drops his full body weight down, letting gravity sink him in, using the momentum to grind Will's dick into the mattress. “Is this what you pictured? Come on, keep talking to me-”
“No,” Will croaks out, wet. “Deeper-”
“I can't go any deeper, baby. I’d have to fuck you raw for you to take the whole thing, and that's not very safe, is it?” Will shakes his head but it doesn't stop him from crying any harder, legs rubbing together, knees trapped in his jeans, unable to spread himself further. “You can cum just like this, I know you can.” Mike presses down harder, letting Will get that friction he needed. Mike's hips roll in, slow, circling, throat unbearably dry.
Part of him wants to tear the fabric into pieces, push in until Will's too tight to take anymore, and then keep him seated on Mike's dick until his insides reshape around him. The better part of himself knows that he should get tested just in case to make sure, he's used condoms with everyone else he's been with, but there's always that small chance. He's tip toeing the line of safety right now, but-
Will's tightens around him, sudden and gripping, pulsing. Mike has to grit his teeth to stop himself from cumming but he tips right over the edge anyway, nose pressing into the crease of Will's shoulder. Will garbles out a noise, thighs seizing, and all Mike can do is squeeze his sides, toes curling in his socks. “Jesus Christ-”
“Mike-”
He can't even respond, hips twitching to try getting that last possible bit of friction.
When he pulls back, spent, Will's legs jerk sharply, kicking out just barely, stuck. Mike slips outside of him, Will's panties still bunched in deep, fabric clinging tight and biting into the skin with red lines, cum dribbling out and down the curve of his ass towards his length, balls still twitching and hole squeezing around little yellow lace and daisies. Will sniffs again, burrowing his face into Mike's pillow.
Mike hesitates, licking his lips before he drags a hand up and down Will’s spine. “Are you mad at me?” There's a pause before Will shakes his head. Mike tugs the hem of his shirt back down over his back, pulling his jeans down the rest of the way, Will's legs finally getting to relax. “Want me to take your panties off, too?” Another pause and then a nod.
Mike winces when he pulls them down Will's legs, cum pooling off the fabric and onto his blanket, Will's skin shiny and wet. Reaching over for his bedside drawer, Mike goes to drop them in before Will raises a hand, holding it out. His fingers open and close, and Mike, very reluctantly, passes the material over just for Will to chuck it away from them, plapping against the wall and leaving a mess that Mike knows he's going to be forced to clean up later.
“... You seem mad at me,” Mike whispers again after a moment, and Will ignores him, grabbing one end of the covers and yanking them up and over himself, still laying on the other half. “Will?”
“Empty,” Will manages after a moment, looking over his shoulder with wet eyes.
Mike wiggles his way under the covers with him, hand dragging down Will’s side, rolling him over. “Would my fingers help?” Will leans into him easily, forehead pressing against Mike’s collarbones, nose runny and wet. Will nods after a minute and Mike wraps an arms around his middle, tugging him closer. “Still fuzzy?” Another nod, and Mike nudges his fingers against Will’s hole before sliding home, as far in as he can get them, wrist at an awkward angle. He doesn't move them even if he wants to, just keeping them in deep, and Will's whole body melts.
“Better?”
“Mhm.”
Mike tilts his head down to kiss the crown of his head. “I’m sorry for being mean. You didn’t deserve that, right?”
“Mh- mhm.”
“Yeah, you just deserve the nicest things,” Mike coos, nose burrowed in soft brown hair. “Go to bed, Will. I’ll take care of you after- give you a nice warm bath, something good to eat, everything you want.” Will slumps against him, drowsy, and Mike waits until Will’s soft breaths puff against his chest until he moves his hand to something more comfortable, fingers cramped and aching. He doesn’t pull them out, even if it would be easier.