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Osmolagnia, also known as olfactophilia, is a paraphilia in which a person derives sexual arousal or pleasure primarily from smells and odors.
Mike runs a finger over the words, rereading them out loud.
“In which a person derives sexual arousal or pleasure primarily from smells and odors—“
“What are you reading?”
Mike snaps the book shut, curtesy of his fast hands. He looks up from the page he is reading and to Will, who is leaning on the wooden tabletop with both hands. His face is curious, light. There’s a playful glint in his eyes.
“Nothing.” Lie.
Mike is actively reading a book about kinks and role-playing, trying to disregard the way his pants tighten at the thought of certain smells.
Specifically Will’s smell. His hair, his skin. The trail of vanilla and coconut that lingers when he leaves a room.
Mike isn’t one to ruminate on an issue or something that he notices more often than not, but this was different. Over the course of twenty days, three hours, and twelve minutes ago, Mike had discovered something different about himself.
Mostly himself and his dick.
Twenty days ago, not that Mike was counting, he lit a joint with Will. He was lying across Mike’s legs as they sat on the balcony of their apartment.
The Boston night sky was something neither of them got used to just yet. It was calm and smelled like rain, completely different from Hawkins. This was their third year living together, but they’ve officially been boyfriends for a full entire year.
And Mike is currently spinning out about the fact that he’s been hiding something.
Mike has reached a pivotal point in his life. He’s uncovered a lot about himself, who he is, what he likes.
But the point, the very odd and self-discovering point, is that while they let the high ride out after they smoked, Will took Mike’s hand up to his face, and pressed his lips to Mike’s wrist. It was random, unspoken, and Mike wasn’t even sure if it was real because he was so high.
Will pushed his lips against the pulse point on Mike’s skin and it was wet, hot, warm. Mike felt each particle of air, each molecule, as Will exhaled three times on his wrist. It was weird and Mike felt his heart stutter.
But what was even weirder, was that Mike let Will do it before he grabbed Will’s wrist and took it to his own mouth, under his nose. He was inhaling, rather than exhaling, and something began to stir inside of his stomach.
Will smelled like honey—he always did. It was sweet and sticky, coating his nostrils like paint. His eyes rolled back from it, and he didn’t even care because Will’s skin was against his wetted lips, collecting his shaky breaths.
And ever since then, it wasn’t spoken about. They had their routines in the bedroom, but this specific arousal felt wrong to Mike. Felt weird.
The one thing that stuck with Mike though, was that after they both went to bed, he thought about the way his dick twitched in his briefs when Will nudged his wrist in and in. Will kept pushing until his veins were on Mike’s teeth.
He jerked off twice that night. It was animalistic, partly because he was hiding in the bathroom, mouth agape and drooling over one of Will’s t-shirts. As his hand worked at his length, he used the other to lay Will’s shirt over his face, before stuffing part of it into his mouth.
He inhaled and inhaled and inhaled, hardening faster than he ever had before, purely from the smell of his boyfriend.
Sure, Mike thinks that any normal person is probably attracted to the way their significant other smells. He's always loved the cologne Will wears, or burying his head in the crook of Will's neck. But this felt degrading almost, like a dog who hasn’t had a bone in years.
Mike had been consumed by this. He couldn’t get enough of Will. But he didn’t know how to bring this up to him.
Will never shamed him for wanting to try new things in bed, so why was this any different? Mike could get a hard on from smelling his boyfriend's skin. So what?
And now they were at the library together, picking up a new stack of books, and Mike was hunching down in the corner of the Adult Nonfiction section like a fucking loser.
“Mike, just show me.” Will is grinning now, reaching for the book, “C’mon.”
“No.” Mike pulls the book away, “I wasn’t even reading anything.”
“You were.”
“I wasn’t.”
“Mike.”
He mocks him, pursing his lips, “Will.”
“Baby.” Will crosses his arms over his chest, “Your eyebrows twitch when you’re hiding something.”
Mike looks down at the book in his hands, purposefully hiding the title and author. He can’t tell Will here, not in the godforsaken library. He would wait until they were home.
He can’t figure out why he’s so embarrassed about this specific kink, or why he’s worried Will would judge him. They fuck all of the time, 24/7, and their routines change frequently.
Mike would fuck Will in the bathtub, or shower. He’d pull over and they’d fuck in the car. They would do it anywhere, trying new things, and Will never once thought different of him.
“It was just a book about sex positions.” Mike stood up frantically, chair screeching against the glossy hardwood floor. A few people next to them shot confused looks and glances.
“Yeah, sure.” Will huffs out a chuckle, “Wanna practice some later?”
The spit Mike swallows goes down the wrong pipe, slapping his chest as he breathes, “Yes. Yeah.” Mike coughs, spluttering, “Sure, baby. Duh.”
“Dork.” Will beams, grabbing Mike’s hand and the stack of books on the table, “Let’s go home.”
They check out and give the nice librarian their cards, before leaving and heading towards the bus stop. They lived a small ten minute ride away from the library, and Mike leans steadily into Will’s side while they wait.
Being this close to Will always makes Mike’s brain go fuzzy. It’s all-consuming, addicting, compelling. He can feel Will’s shoulders rise with each breath he takes, and although they’re standing outside, Mike can inhale the smell of honey and lavender emanating off of Will’s hair.
The aroma fills Mike’s nostrils, taking it in through one big pull, as if it were a cigarette. Will hasn’t noticed anything, but Mike steps closer, Will’s shoulder pressing into his sternum.
Will’s hair tickles his chin, and Mike tilts forward, setting it on top of Will’s head.
“I love the smell of your shampoo,” Mike admits, limbs igniting with electricity.
“It’s the same shampoo I always use.” Will angles himself so his back is flush against the front of Mike, “But I used a new body wash today.”
Mike’s cock flutters to life. The mere thought of stripping Will and bending down to smoosh his nose into his supple skin, respiring the new scent coming off of him, causes his knees to buckle almost instantly.
“It smells good.” Mike whispers, his head stooping down to breathe into Will’s ear, “You always smell good, though.”
Will rests almost his entire body weight on the front of Mike, before slightly turning his head to the side, “Bought it just for you.”
The bus arrives and comes to a squeaky halt, and Mike’s panicking because he’s almost fully hard now, Will stepping away to pause for the bus doors to open. As the doors part, Will looks back at Mike and gives him a clever wink.
Will has to know.
He has to know that Mike turns rabid each moment they’re close. It’s been a year of dating, almost an entire lifetime of knowing each other, and Mike still has the very obvious, imaginary tail that wags behind him any moment Will is around.
Mike follows suit after a few people enter the bus, and he strides the narrow walkway with heavy feet.
Will is sitting near the middle of the bus, off to the side. He has his gaze fixed on something outside of the window.
Mike prowls as he grows closer, and Will knows it.
He can see the way Will is starting to grin without even looking at him. He sees the way Will draws a breath in deep, two front teeth poking out of his lips. Mike has to bite his tongue to stop the way he wants to devour Will right here on this bus.
Instead, he slides into the seat and tries to stare at anything else.
“Happy to see you finally join me,” Will taunters, nudging Mike, “I can’t wait to shower when we get home. I feel gross.”
Mike sneers and nudges him back, “I showered his morning. You’re behind.”
Will makes a playful, wry face before moving closer to Mike, squinting, “I can smell you. You stink.”
“Oh, really?” Mike laughs, “Shut up.”
“Dude, you need a shower. Help. Oh my God.” Will teases, pecking Mike’s cheek before he grimaces humorously. He pinches his nose as Mike swats at him.
Mike rolls his eyes, “Shush. That old lady is looking at you.”
Will snaps his head forward and tries to stifle a giggle before Mike shakes his head. They laugh again, and Mike is so in love that it hurts.
His heart actually is aching. Sometimes he thinks he might die from being too happy, but then he remembers that isn’t real. But this is real. And he has the best boyfriend in the whole entire world.
Within the next fifteen minutes, they’re behind the closed door of their apartment. The air is thick and Mike wants to grab Will and kiss him, so he does.
It takes Will by surprise, but a low, pleased hum vibrates from Will’s throat and Mike drinks it in, kissing him hard, lips tangling together in a mixture of spit and need.
“Mmph,” Mike moans, licking Will’s bottom lip, asking for entrance, “Fuck.”
Will withdraws slowly, smiling wide. “I have to shower, Mike.”
“One more kiss.”
Will shakes his head despite that and kisses Mike once, twice, three times, before shoving him away and leaving him in the middle of the living room with red lips and a rosy face.
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Mike ends up in their bedroom, reading, distracting himself while Will showers. Their bed is comfortable, and has etched to fit their bodies over the year. He sometimes leans over and breathes in Will’s pillow, the scent he leaves behind from clean hair or sweaty nights coating the entire thing.
Will emerges from their bathroom ten minutes later and he’s wrapped in a fuzzy orange robe.
Mike can see his skin glimmering with water droplets, his hair sticking to his forehead. As he approaches the bed, he smiles, before bending down to plant a kiss on Mike’s cheekbone.
“What a day.” Will yawns, rounding the bed to flop down next to Mike, “Busy.”
“Very.” Mike agrees, closing his book. He slides the bookmark between the pages, “Want something to eat?”
Will moves closer, and the smell coming from him is different, sweeter than before. It’s coconut and musky, Mike dropping the book into his lap.
“No. I’m not hungry.”
“Did you use something new?” He asks, scrunching his nose.
Will sighs contently, turning onto his side to press his face against Mike’s arm. His damp hair tickles Mike’s elbow.
“Yeah. It’s another new body wash. Can’t decide what one I like.”
”Oh.”
Mike’s going to die. He’s going to explode into tiny little pieces because everything Will is doing, everything that’s been happening lately, is making him go crazy.
Will pokes Mike’s side, “Do you like it?”
”Yeah.” Mike squeaks out, and suddenly he’s nervous, “It smells good.” And he’s rolling off of the bed, standing with a speed unlike him.
”Yeah?” Will questions, eyebrows rising, “What’re you doing?”
He can’t take it anymore. He’s a pervert. Will is going to hate him after he tells him this weird obsession he has with the way he smells. It’s so consuming, so good, and Mike can’t hold it in anymore.
“I…” Mike pauses, sinking to his knees at the edge of their bed, “I wanna tell you something.”
Will looks over at him with curious eyes, concern now etching into his eyebrows. He nods supportingly, moving over, swinging his legs off of the bed so his knees were pressing into Mike’s chest.
Mike closes his eyes for a second before he opens them, Will spreading his legs, allowing Mike to lean forward and wrap his arms around his waist.
Will put both hands on Mike’s shoulders, “What’s wrong, baby?”
Mike nuzzles into Will’s chest, rubbing his nose against the rough fabric of his robe, “I need to admit something. I’m a freak. Perverted.”
“What?”
“I’m hard.”
Will laughs, bright and sunny. It warms Mike’s stomach. “Okay?”
“No—“ Mike pulls back slowly, looking up at Will through hooded eyes, “I’m hard because…” He swallows, speaking quickly “—ofthewayyousmell.”
“What?” Will giggles again, running a hand through Mike’s hair.
His brain short circuits as Will’s hand pauses on the side of his face, before he turns to plant a kiss on Will’s wrist.
“You always smell so good. I smell your shirts, your skin, or your pillow and my dick does backflips. Fuck. Do you wanna break up with me now? Do you hate me?”
"I don't hate you, Mike." Will is giggling now, "Why would I hate you for that?"
Mike shrugs, "I don't know. I was worried. I just love the way you smell, baby. So goddamn good,” And because he couldn’t stop the word vomit, he adds, “I used your t-shirt the other night and stuffed it in my mouth while I jerked off."
He hadn't even registered that he said it, but now it was out in the air. Will's eyes widen, and Mike realizes that maybe he should've kept that to himself.
Mike waits for Will’s response, but what comes isn’t judgment, it’s curiosity. It’s interest.
“Yeah?” Will purrs, and before Mike can do anything else, Will lies back on the bed, resting on his elbows, and brings his foot to the center of Mike’s chest, “I know. I heard you."
Mike’s face blanches, “You know?”
Will bites his lip, “Yeah. And I like it.”
Mike opens his mouth to say something, anything, but closes it when Will lets his tongue peek out from between his teeth.
He’s been testing Mike. Seeing how long he can go before he breaks, and Mike has met his sweet, devastating end.
“Wanna smell the new body wash?” Will asks, batting his eyelashes, “Go on.”
He has the green light, so he takes it. Mike’s jaw goes slack, and he sits back on his knees to glance down at Will’s foot still digging into his sternum. He licks his lips as he brings a hand up to curl it around Will’s ankle.
His body is on fire. He smells the lavender, the musk. He can almost taste it on his tongue. Will is breathing heavily and Mike can hear it, feel it. His pants are tight and he’s shaking.
Mike brings Will’s foot up to his mouth and licks a long, thin line from the sole of his foot to his heel, before mouthing his way up Will’s ankle and calf.
It’s slow, sultry, and Mike is panting. He feels unable to do anything else but taste and inhale. To savor and consume.
“Such a good boy, baby.” Will grunts, and Mike stares up at him with dark, possessive eyes.
Mike is still lapping at Will’s skin, inhaling on the part that isn’t covered in his own spit. He has no thoughts in his brain, and each synapses has been rewired purely to chant Will Will Will.
He pulls Will’s ankle forward, causing him to fall back onto the bed. Mike’s grown more desperate, so he presses his nose to Will’s calf and inhales, swallows it, all honey and lavender and Will.
Despite the shower Will just had, Mike can still smell the musk on his skin. It’s still a little wet and Mike begins nibbling and kissing Will’s leg, leaving tracks of spit to glisten in the lowlight of their bedroom.
Mike can’t even talk. He’s so consumed by this, by Will, and he stands, straightening Will’s leg out.
“Yeah?” Will asks, breathy and hot, “Look how needy you are for me.”
Mike groans again, gritting his teeth as he works his way up Will’s leg, nosing along. He adjusts, slightly turning Will’s leg away from him.
Mike gets to the crevice where Will’s quads and calves meet, sweaty and tepid.
It smells unreal. It’s like a hidden cavern on Will’s body that’s collected his scent, his sweat, the soap from the shower. It’s everything Mike knows, everything Will has always smelled like.
It reminds Mike of home and love, his nose shoving deep into the pliable spot, letting his breath fan across it. It’s so warm.
He can’t move on from this part. He inhales again harshly, shoulders rising with it, and he exhales with a verbal growl, before licking the sensitive skin.
Will’s leg jerks, and Mike’s cock twitches to life against his briefs. It’s throbbing for more, and Mike knows he can come right now from smelling and licking his boyfriends skin.
Will is moaning now too as Mike swallows in his fragrance, all real and raw and there. Mike’s breathing is getting heavier, and he pushes Will’s leg back further, stretching him.
“You don’t know what you to do me.” Mike whispers, voice sturdy with lust, “Smell so good. Wanna taste you forever.”
Will grins, soft and sexy, before bringing his free leg up to rest it against Mike’s hardness. His body jumps from the pressure, and Will begins to palm Mike’s cock with his other foot.
“You’re already wet for me.” Will gasps, “I can feel it.”
It’s true. Mike’s leaking from his tip, an obvious wet spot forming on the front of his briefs. He doesn’t care. He’s so turned on right now that nothing could embarrass him, especially with Will staring up at him with blown pupils and moist lips.
Mike watches as Will’s robe begins to slip down, opening. He bends Will’s leg again, cupping the tender skin under his knee. Will is still observing, attentive.
He’s eyeing Mike like his life depends on it, and Mike keeps one hand on Will’s leg, and brings the other over to toss the hem of Will’s fluffy robe to the side.
Beneath the soft orange fabric is white, frilly panties. The head of Will’s cock is poking out the top of the lace trim, pressing firmly against his lower stomach.
Will’s so fucking beautiful. Mike’s heart swells, and he wants to cry and moan and do everything in between because his boyfriend is perfect and he loves him so much.
”Panties?”
”Wore them for you.”
”Fuck.”
Mike is salivating. Something is happening to him and he can’t take it anymore because he spreads Will’s legs, running them down Will’s inner thighs.
“Can I?” Mike asks, dropping to his knees again. The floor creaks from how fast he goes down, almost splitting the carpet from its seams.
Will is lying fully back now, head in the sheets. He blows out a short breath, “Yes.” And starts to take his panties off, but Mike reaches over and catches his wrist, stopping him.
“Don’t.” Mike's eyes flick over to Will's, “Leave them on.”
Will stops, moving his hand away. He smiles at Mike, nodding as he unties the robe, pulling the robe belt out of the loops, and that was enough to fully break Mike.
He delves down, mouth open and hungry as he licks and breathes onto the thin fabric of Will’s panties. He whines against Will’s clothed cock, before opening his mouth to lick circles, the panties completely see through with drool.
“Mike.” Will’s hands shoot up to Mike’s hair, “Oh, fuck.”
Mike leaves open mouthed kisses toward the tip of Will’s cock, before looking up at him, grinning.
He keeps the eye contact while he bends his head down, opening his lips to lick across the sensitive head. Will’s body jolts forward, his stomach butterflying against Mike’s face.
Will’s making these low, velvety noises, almost rasping into the open space above his lips. It encourages Mike to continue, and he starts to leave fleeting kisses along Will’s happy trail, past his belly button, up to his chest.
“I love you,” Mike whimpers into his skin, “Love you so much.”
Will’s still breathing densely, and Mike lets his jaw relax, mouth parting, tongue dragging neat lines up to Will’s nipple.
“I love you.” Will mewls, hands tugging in Mike’s curls, “You’re so good for me.”
Mike hesitates as he’s right above Will’s left nipple, staring down at it while he locks his hands in place on either side of Will’s waist.
Their bedroom is hot now, smelling of pure want and a combination of both of their scents.
Mike closes the distance between his lips and Will’s nipple, before running the tip of his tongue over it. He puts his teeth around it, gently, and bites, earning a plaint whine from Will.
”You like it when I bite you?” Mike asks, heat flooding his body, “Want me to mark you?”
He’s peering over at Will now, his face flushing with a deep crimson. His hair is splaying out all across his forehead, still drying from the shower, and his eyes are low and hungry.
”Yeah. Yes.” Will nods eagerly, “Wanna see you on me at all times.”
They’ve never done this before, biting and leaving traces of each other, but Mike’s cock pulses against Will’s thigh as he humps forward once, twice.
Mike caters toward each nipple, biting the hardened bud softly, before sucking a hickey onto the skin next to them. Mike has a routine, he bites, licks the spot, and then sucks in deep to mark Will.
Will reaches down and lays a hand across the stiffness in Mike’s briefs, before taking his other hand up to grab his pillow.
Mike’s body stalls, and he watches intensely as Will’s eye’s never leave his, before he tugs the pillowcase off of his pillow.
“What’re you—“
”Here.” Will grins seductively, shoving the pillowcase up to Mike’s face, right under his nose.
Mike sits up now, knees pressing into the mattress from him crawling up it, and takes the pillowcase in his hands. He stares at it, knowing, wanting, preparing for the fact that it’s full of the way Will smells.
He does something he’s never done before. Not even in front of Will, not even for himself. He opens the pillow case, looks down at Will whose chest is fluttering softly, and puts it over his head.
As soon as the thin fabric is over his face, he moans. Will’s everywhere, filling his senses, overloading him with vanilla and honey. It smells a little like sweat, and Mike instantly bucks up into Will’s thigh.
He’s humping Will’s leg like the pervert he is, hot breath fanning back into his face from the closeness of the pillowcase. He feels pressure build inside of his lower stomach, coiling tight, just from rubbing himself against Will.
In the matter of seconds, Mike feels hands on his clothed face, roaming across his cheeks and tracing his nose. It’s as if Will is memorizing his bone structure without really seeing him.
Mike’s gasping again into narrow space between his mouth and the fabric, still grinding against Will.
The smell of Will is overwhelming, stimulating each and every sense that he has possible. All of his nerves are leveled to a thousand, and he feels Will yank his body down and connect their mouths together.
They’re making out now, pillowcase still over Mike’s head, and he’s groaning as Will wets the fabric from his kisses, snaking his legs around Mike’s waist.
It tastes like their spit and detergent, but it’s messy and Mike wants more. He pushes in, hardening the kiss, and feels Will slide his tongue against the damp fabric, where Mike’s mouth is at.
Will’s rutting up into him too, their cocks rubbing together on the cotton of Mike’s briefs and the lace on Will’s panties. It’s obscene, it’s carnal.
The air in the pillowcase is starting to restrict him, and Will’s still kissing him through it like they’ve done it a thousand times before.
It starts to get sloppier, the pillowcase sticking to Mike’s skin from the sweat that’s budding on his forehead.
Mike is kissing Will and smelling him at the same time and he feels even more precum leak out of his tip, and onto his briefs.
“Will.” Mike’s voice is muffling against the kisses, “Fuck. I’m gonna come if you—“
He feels Will pull away, the pillowcase now soaking on Mike’s mouth, “You can’t come yet. I didn’t say you could.”
And suddenly it’s bright again, the pillowcase flying off of his head from Will ripping it away. He blinks a few times to adjust to the light in the room, before he’s met with Will’s gaze and finger swiping across his bottom lip.
“Look at you drooling for me.” Will whispers, before taking his finger now covered in Mike’s spit to his own lips, pushing it into his mouth and sucking it. He hollows his cheeks around it, moaning.
“I can’t control myself around you.” Mike admits, digging his nails into Will’s waist, “Everything you do makes me crazy.”
“Even after a year together?” Will gushes, giggling slightly, “Not tired of me yet?”
“Baby.” Mike lowers himself directly above Will, hands moving now to either side of Will’s face, “I’ll never be tired of you.”
“Ever?”
Mike smiles, “I won’t. Ever.”
“Me too.” Will blushes, reaching up to Mike’s neck, pulling him close and whispering in his ear, “Now fuck me until I can’t walk.”
Mike’s cock practically jumps, and he doesn’t have to be told twice, but he does like to take his time with it.
He sits up, letting Will’s hands drop down to his sides. It’s quiet now in the bedroom, and Will slowly removes his robe, Mike observing as it pools around his shoulders.
Will looks so soft. So good. His skin is shimmering from the lotion he used, and he has this smile on his face, one that is familiar to Mike, but at the same time completely new.
Mike gets up and steps away from the bed, putting a few feet between them. Will rolls over onto his stomach, before looking at Mike over his shoulder. He props up onto his knees, arching his back, chest flush with the mattress.
He shakes his ass back and forth slowly, taunting. The panties hug each curve Will has, pulling taut around his cheeks.
“But first—Wanna watch me spread myself open for you?” Will asks, voice airy. He’s pressing his head into the memory foam, and Mike is losing himself.
His mind is blank as he shakes his head in a silent yes, before Will tuts.
“Use your words.”
“Yes, baby. Please.” Mike croaks, tongue heavy against his teeth, “Wanna see you.”
“Good boy.” Will smiles, and brings his arms around to the back of himself, placing both of his hands on his cheeks. He keeps the panties on like Mike asked, and spreads his cheeks regardless of wearing them.
Mike can see Will’s hole through the mesh fabric, unable to stop the groan that comes out in a low, guttural mewl. Will is pulsing it, and as he moves his panties to the side, Mike drops to his knees again.
He crawls over to the edge of the bed, hands and knees on the carpet, “Will,” Mike murmurs, “Can I taste—“
“No.” Will scolds, “Told you to watch.”
Mike is staring directly at Will’s ass as he takes one hand away from his cheek, to put three fingers in his mouth and spit on them. Mike examines the way Will’s drool slips down his slick fingers, before he reaches back around and traces a circle over his quivering, pink hole.
“Watch me.” Will orders, “Can’t wait for you to fill me, baby.”
Mike gawks as Will continues to rub the pads of his fingers around his hole, slipping one inside. It disappears up to the knuckle, and Mike scoots closer, chin now on the edge of the mattress.
“I know you taste so good,” Mike tries to bite his tongue, “You always do. Wanna taste you all day.”
“Yeah?” Will breathes, working his finger in and out, “Can’t wait for you to. Need to feel your cock inside me.”
“You’re so sexy.” Mike exhales, looking up at Will’s fingers, watching as he slides a second one in, “Widening yourself for me.”
“Only for you.” Will sighs, pushing his fingers in and out, “Spit on it.”
Mike instantly stands, hovering above Will’s ass, and looks over at him as he shakes his head in approval, “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Will moans.
Mike gathers spit in his mouth, sucking his cheeks in, before positioning both hands on either sides of Will’s legs. Mike touches lightly at Will’s panties, pushing them to the side again, and he spits directly onto Will’s hole, watching as it gathers on Will's fingers and goes inside of him.
Will lets of a heady whimper, one that is full of lust. Mike is shuddering as he witnesses what’s in front of him, and his hands twitch for a touch.
“Fuck.” Will turns to bury his head in their sheets, “Oh—“
“Will.” Mike begs, “Can I please taste you now. Please.”
Mike bends back down, knees on the floor again. Will is moaning out loud now, muffling from the sheets. Mike can see the way Will’s arm is straining, how fast he’s moving his fingers in and out.
The sound is saturating, dampening the area around them. It’s squelching and Mike swallows down his own moan that threatens to slip from his lips.
Will pulls his fingers out quickly, body trembling.
“Yes.”
Mike wastes no time. He immediately gets to work, standing and grabbing Will’s hips, flipping him over so he’s on his back again. His eyes are wet and his hair is covering his eyebrows, and Mike loses all self restraint.
He opens Will’s legs, grinning at the frilly panties before tugging Will toward the other side of their bed, making enough room so Mike can worm his way on top of him.
They’re both laughing breathlessly, smiling, and Mike gets onto the bed, sitting back on his knees.
The mattress dips from the weight and Will puts his arms up, crossing his wrists above his head, daring Mike.
They don’t need to speak. They know and understand each other with just eye contact. Their eyes say a lot, and Will is asking Mike for something he’s never asked him before.
There’s a silent question lingering between them, and Will’s eyes flash to the side, to his armpit.
Mike knows.
He brings himself lower, face above Will’s, and pecks a kiss on him quickly before burying his mouth and nose in Will’s armpit.
The aroma is fragrant, musky and savory. It’s sweet and it’s everything Mike knew it would be, and he opens his mouth at the tuft of hair on Will’s skin.
He runs his hands up and down Will’s waist, before reaching into his panties and wrapping his hand around Will’s cock.
“Oh, Mike.” Will mumbles incoherently, “Shit.”
Mike’s grunting and whiffing Will’s scent, soaking it in and licking across the skin of Will’s armpit. His pheromones are strong here, traces of him floating in the air.
Mike feels Will put his hands in his hair again, tugging and pulling at the ends.
Mike moves to Will’s other armpit, inhaling deeply, smelling of soap and honey again. He mouths at the hair there, sniffing.
Mike thought that this would be overstimulating, but he’s enjoying it so much that he starts to hump at Will again, desperate for relief.
He licks across the hair on Will’s armpit again before nuzzling his nose in deeper. He’s speaking nothingness into Will and it’s irresistible. Mike is in a trance, a spell, and he feels like he might be here forever.
Will’s body is shaking as Mike twists and snaps his wrist up and down Will’s cock, Mike’s hand in Will’s panties.
“Fuck me.” Will pleads, “Please. Need you.”
Mike rips himself away from Will’s armpits, his brain practically begging to go back.
Mike smirks and goes over to Will’s face, peppering kisses across it. He stops at his lips, licking across them before Will opens his mouth and they meet in the middle, swallowing in each others moans.
Their lips are wet and hot, Will humming into Mike’s mouth as he continues to jerk him off. They kiss for what feels like ages, and Mike bites down on Will’s bottom lip, before they both allow their tongues to dance around each other.
It’s messy and noisy, Mike palming at Will’s tip and collecting precum on his fingers.
“Mike.”
“Will.”
They chant their names back and forth, Mike breaking the kiss to trail across Will’s neck, smelling behind Will’s ear, before exhaling on it and then continuing his journey downward.
He actually goes back to that soft spot behind Will’s ear because he’s obsessed, and he can hear Will giggle. Mike buries his nose in the crevice.
He inhales enough to satiate himself.
Then, he kisses earnestly at Will’s neck, slurping on his skin and sucking another hickey just above Will’s collarbone.
Mike takes a deep breath as he sits up, staring down at Will who looks so thoroughly fucked, even though they haven’t done anything yet.
“Want me to fuck you, huh?” Mike questions, moving back, hands sliding down Will’s sides, stopping at his hips.
“Mike.” Will pauses, his tongue poking out of his mouth, “I want you to consume me.”
Mike bites his lip again, almost drawing blood, as he runs his hands down Will’s thighs, to his knees. He knocks them apart, before pushing them back to get a clear view of Will’s soaked panties.
“Let me get a taste and then I’ll fuck you so good, baby.”
Will moans in response and Mike dives down, pushing himself back slightly so he can yank Will’s panties to the side, burying his mouth in Will’s hole.
He laps at it, licking and feeling it fluttering against his tongue. He pushes it in, drinking in the flavor of Will, consuming it all.
Will’s tight ring of muscle is loosening, and Mike shoves his tongue in again, and again.
There’s drool pooling around Mike’s lips, spilling from the corners of his mouth. He moans and it vibrates against Will’s hole, causing him to twitch.
Mike could do this all day. He would sit here and eat Will out at any time, anywhere.
Will’s saying wordless praises, breathing so heavily that Mike pulls away to check on him, noticing that the tip of Will’s cock is red and wet and wanting.
Mike takes a second to move up, open mouth over the tip, and puts it in his mouth.
“Mike!” Will gasps, head shooting up, “Oh my God.”
Mike wraps a hand around Will again, slapping the head of Will’s cock on his tongue. He does it a few times, making sure that Will is watching, before bobbing his head up and down as he tries to take it all.
He can’t, and that’s fine, but he does it once, twice, before his eyes water. Will looks so ready and he’s sweating now, unless it’s the shower water refusing to dry.
“Please, Mike.”
Mike pulls off of Will’s cock with an audible pop, “Yeah?”
“Yeah, baby.” Will rasps, “C’mon.”
Mike does as he is told. Of course he does.
He wipes at his chin, shaking his head in disbelief at how this is his boyfriend, this is who he loves, and how grateful he is. Mike decides to slide off of the bed, pulling Will to the edge with him.
He rolls Will’s legs a part, and he tugs his own briefs down, his cock hard and aching. It flops against his stomach as he lets his briefs drop to the ground, and Will’s eyes go dark, almost ravenous.
“Want me to suck you off?” Will sits up on his elbows, eyebrows rising.
“No.” Mike answers, “Let me take care of you.”
Will smiles so wide that Mike’s heart flips again, and he’s positioning Will, spitting into his free hand. He lubricates himself with the drool, working it around his tip and almost coming from knowing that Will is staring right at him.
Mike gets it wet enough, before he lines himself up with Will’s hole. They look at each other for a long moment, longer than intending to be, and Will opens his mouth in an O shape as Mike pushes in, the tip of his cock vanishing inside of Will.
“Fuck.” Mike whimpers at the same time Will does, and he sinks in slower, taking his time with it. Will’s so warm and wet, firm against his cock. He loves the way Will feels, how much of him he can take.
Will is blubbering, moaning, grasping for Mike as his nails dig into his arms, pulling him forward.
Mike collapses on top of Will and he plunges in deeper, almost bottoming out. Will is opening for him so easily that it causes Mike’s eyes to screw shut in pleasure.
“You feel—“ Mike chokes out, “Oh—“
Will takes both of his hands up Mike’s shoulders and to his neck, curling them around Mike’s throat and squeezing.
Mike’s thrusting now, deeper and deeper, and Will’s legs go loose around him. His airway is constricting, and Will squeezes again, urging a moan to throttle its way from Mike’s throat.
He feels high off of this, off of the way Will is choking him, the way Will smells like honey and lavender, and how he’s staring up at him with doe eyes, hazel and green and everything in between.
“Fuck me.” Will cries, tightening his grip on Mike’s throat, “Yeah, baby. Like that.”
Mike plows into him, ramming their skin together and listening to the sounds it makes. He’s losing it, the ability to hold off from coming, and Will notices because he takes his hands away from Mike’s throat and to his chest.
“Turn me over.” Will says, breathing laboriously.
Mike takes a deep inhale before he nods and grabs Will’s hips, tossing him around and to his stomach, all while still being inside of him.
Will moans again as Mike adjusts, before lifting Will onto his knees. He pushes the front of Will down onto the mattress, and Will is smiling so sugary that Mike feels it in his chest again.
Will speaks through a sultry grin. “Fuck me so hard, baby.”
There was nothing else holding Mike back. He thrusts, pulling out fully, before going back in.
He picks up speed as Will lets his arms drop.
“Yeah? Want more?”
The sound of their skin clapping together is dirty, Mike utilizing his free hand to pull Will’s frilly white panties to the side. The room fills with the smell of sweat and musk, Mike swallowing it in through an open mouth full of moans and desperation.
Will is weeping into their bedsheets, now soaking with cum and tears. Mike can see the sweat forming on the nape of Will’s neck, so he fucks him harder, leaning over Will’s back to bury his nose in the sticky, soft hair.
“Love the way you smell,” Mike inhales, bottoming out and rolling his hips against Will’s ass, “You’re so fucking tight.”
Will was groaning, shaking, as Mike snaps his hips forward, moving an arm under to Will’s stomach.
He uses his free hand to pull the panties over further, stretching them, fabric cracking against Will’s skin.
“Mike, Mike. Mike.” Will wails, chanting as if it’s a sacred vow, “My panties are gonna rip.”
Mike digs in deeper, Will’s tight hole clenching around him, “I’ll buy you new ones.”
He continues to drive inside, hitting the spot he knows Will likes. It’s a bodily reaction, one that he feels as Will starts to tense around his cock, squeezing.
“Wanna come.” Mike implores, “Please.”
“Me too.” Will whines, “Fuck.”
The heat inside of him is building and building, and he can feel the way his hips quiver, hesitate, as his body is reacting so violently that he stops for a second before thrusting in again.
Will’s panties snap, and the thread splits, his ass spilling out of the mesh. Mike growls, pulling the fabric apart, ripping it further until nothing is left, only the waistband of Will’s panties sitting around his hips.
It’s earth shattering. The sensation that hits him is riveting, covering his limbs in pure bliss. The coil that was wound tight in his stomach is threatening to snap, sending signals to every part of his body.
As he bottoms out for the millionth time, he bites, “Can I come? Please?”
The hand that’s still on Will’s stomach moves toward Will’s cock, and Mike puts his hand around it, pumping him.
“Yes.” Will keens, “I’m gonna come too.”
It breaks through Mike like a cold shower, something that shocks him to his core. He pulls out quickly, dropping his hand from Will’s cock and moving it to his own, before Will turns around.
The front of Will’s panties are ruined too, rips and all, Will taking his own cock in his hands and jerking himself off while Mike does the same, closing the distance.
Mike leans down and into Will’s mouth, lips shaking against Will’s, breathing in each other while they work themselves together.
“Come for me.” Will breathes, and Mike opens his eyes wider.
They come undone together, spurting onto each others skin in ribbons of white liquid.
It gets everywhere, and Mike feels like he might pass out. Will is still breathing into his mouth, and Mike kisses him with teeth, clacking them together.
The kiss is slow and sensual, both of them riding out their orgasm together. Their bodies are spasming, mouths still connected.
“Holy fuck.” Mike exhales, “Shit. I love you.”
Will laughs and says, “I love you.” And it’s music to Mike’s ears. He lets go of his cock and so does Will, body going limp as he flops down onto the mattress.
They lay side by side for a few seconds before Mike reaches over to the bedside table, retrieving tissues.
He wipes Will off first, making sure to get every part of what was left, grabbing a few more to clean himself off next. He tosses the crumbled tissues in the trashcan and jumps back onto the bed, into Will’s arms.
They’re silent for a few minutes, kissing lazily and rubbing their noses together.
“You ripped my panties.” Will exhales, shaking his head, “I loved those ones.”
“I’ll buy you as many as you want.” Mike states, “Any color. Every panty in the world. I will buy out every store.”
Will giggles, “With what money?”
“Excuse me?” Mike drops his jaw playfully, “I am very rich.”
Will pushes Mike away as he tries to kiss him again, “Yeah, yeah.”
Mike tries to fight the smile on his face but he can’t.
“So…”
Will finally looks at him, expression open.
“That wasn’t too much? You don’t mind my new…”
“Kink?” Will finishes for him, laughing, “No. I enjoyed that a lot.”
“Really?” Mike beams, “Oh my God. Okay. Phew. I just can’t get enough of you, every part of you.”
They turn on their sides, facing each other. Mike pulls him close, lying an arm across Will’s waist.
“I can’t get enough of you either.” Will scrunches his nose cutely, “I bought like three new lotions and stuff because I knew you liked it.”
“What? Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Was waiting for you to tell me.”
Mike pinches Will’s waist. “You know I like your smell most.”
“Hey!”
“I was losing my mind because I thought that you would think I was weird.” Mike expresses, touching his forehead to Will’s.
“No. Never.” Will simpers, “You’re my little scent obsessed weirdo.”
They’re so close that Mike could count Will’s lashes.
“Don’t tell anyone. Please don’t tell Max.”
Will stifles a laugh, biting his lip, “Oops.”
“Wait, what?” Mike pulls back, searching Will’s face, “How—“
“Sh.” Will presses his finger to Mike’s lips, “Let’s go shower, stinky.”
Mike watches as Will slips from his grasp and stands, smiling so big that his teeth are showing.
Sometimes Mike thinks he’s truly weird and misunderstood and that no one will ever get him, but Will does. He always has. And Mike thinks that he will forever.