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Will doesn't know how much more he can take. Mike has been relentless, using everything at his disposal to make Will lose his mind. His request to forget a rough day turned into Mike doing his best to make him cum. And cum. And cum.
When he hears him come back, with his hands tied to the headboard Will doesn't even have enough in him left to lift his head and glare at Mike. The vibrator stuck inside of him on low has apparently been his reprieve while Mike gets some water for him. He feels the bed dip under Mike's weight and a hand sneak under his neck, titling his head up to catch the attached straw. Will drinks greedily, desperately trying to replenish all the fluids Mike has already wrung out of him.
When he's done, Mike places the bottle on the nightstand and as Will waits for him, he feels the vibrator pick up a notch. Mike settles between his legs and admires the view. Will is past shying away from his gaze, at least for today. He can let Mike be proud of his work, look at how soaked he is with his own juices and Mike's spit. His pussy is no doubt flushed, stretched around the vibrator. He has to protest when he feels Mike's fingers probe around his sensitive hole.
"Mike, if you touch my clit right now, I'm not sure I won't kick you in the jaw," he huffs out. Mike just chuckles and leaves his poor cunt alone, instead shifting him until his legs are bent at the knees.
When Will feels the cooling touch of his lubed up fingers near his asshole, he shakes his head, "Please, Mike, I can't. I can take your cock, just please don't make me cum anymore." Mike has been hard since Will came to him and Will has yet to have his boyfriend's cock inside of him. He has yet to even see it today, only graced with the view of the sizeable tent in Mike's sweatpants. Will knows Mike likes prioritizing Will's pleasure, he says taking Will however he wants when he's fucked out is like nothing else, but at this point Will isn't sure if he'll be able to stand it long enough for Mike to get off.
"Please, baby, one more, okay?" Mike starts with two fingers. "You're just so pretty, how could I stop. Your hole is so tight with the vibe stuck in your other one. Does it feel nice?" they've played with his ass enough times that the feeling is familiar, but the fingers feel larger that usual. He gasps when Mike slides in a third finger and all Will can't ignore how much he's leaking around the vibrator again. Mike, unfortunately, picks up on it, too, and grins down at Will.
"See, baby. Your pussy agrees. I think you have more in you," he uses his other hand to grip the vibrator and start fucking it in and out him. He quickly picks up the pace, syncing the fingers in his ass. His hands move in opposite directions, pulling out while the other fills Will to the brim, so that Will is never empty. Will can only moan pitifully as he feels another orgasm coming.
He tenses up, squeezing his hands around nothing. He wishes he could hold onto something. His holes are clenched around the vibe and Mike's fingers, barely letting him move. It's always like that when his clit is untouched, the pleasure is too much and all he can do is tense up and hope he won't be swept away. The orgasm crashes over him, making his eyes roll to the back of his head. Mike's pace remains steady, or as steady as his holes allow him to be. When he can finally relax, he realizes he has to open his eyes to look at Mike, who for some reason still hasn't stopped, only slowed down. Will whines at him, drawing his eyes up, away from the clenching holes he's been staring at, and Mike finally eases his fingers out and turns the vibe off.
"That wasn't too bad, was it, baby?" Mike runs the back of his hand against his inner thigh soothingly. Will tries to shake his head sternly, but can't help his delirious giggling. This many orgasms in he can't really stay mad at Mike.
"You took that so well. My turn now, yeah?" When Mike pulls down his sweatpants, Will sees his cock is heavy with blood, precum drooling out his his slit, making the dusty pink tip shiny. Will licks his lips, so mesmerized by the view the question doesn't register at first. When it does, he looks up at Mike with wide eyes in horror and Mike has the audacity to smile at him. He shuffles closer to Will's hole and Will realizes his pussy is still filled with the vibrator. Does that mean Mike-?
He gasps when Mike rubs his wet tip against the entrance to Will's ass. It seems Mike wants to fill Will to the brim. Mike sliding his cock in is always a process, no matter which hole or the amount of lubrication. Its size is so unreasonable Will still sometimes can't believe it, but he's definitely not complaining. Even now, as his hole, still sensitive from Mike's relentless fingers, is being stretched around his cock, he whimpers, but takes it like a good boy.
"That's it, baby. Let me in," Mike slowly pushes in, not pausing until he's as deep as he can go and then he lifts Will's led to his shoulder to slide in even more. Will always feels full when Mike is inside of him, but the vibrator makes it so much worse. He feels so full he can barely breath, like Mike is so deep he's in his throat, blocking the airway. Mike starts moving inside of him, wrapping his arm around his leg to keep him from shifting in the bed. Will can barely take it, his whole body feels raw, his hole gripping onto Mike as his thrust quicken. He watches Mike turn the vibe back on and really starts crying. There had been a few teary moments today, but nothing like this. He's sobbing, gasping for air because his nose is clogged. It hurts. It feels so, so good.
"M-Mike, Mike, please, no more," he begs through tears. "I can't, I c-can't. You promised one more. Only one more."
Mike reaches with his free hand to wipe away his tears. He lifts the thumb to his mouth and licks away the saltiness, eyelids lowering in pleasure.
"I know, I know. But baby, won't you give me one more? Just one more. I promise this is the last one. You look so beautiful, such a mess for me," he pulls his thumb down where it finds Will's clit. His pussy has been so leaky there's barely any traction, so Mike swipes his fingers, gathering as much as he can before wiping it out on Will's thigh.This time, when his thumb grazes Will's clit, his back arches off the bed and his body tries to move closer to the headboard. There's no way he can climb off of Mike's cock, especially not when Mike holds his leg tight against him, so he's stuck there, taking everything Mike is giving him.
Mike's thrusts become more forceful, punching weak moans out of Will that interrupts his sobbing whimpers. Will stopped begging in favor of gulping down breaths when Mike's cock leaves him. He feels pathetic, only able to think of how full he feels, not even able to control his own noises as Mike pulls out until just the tip is left inside and slides back all the way in. He's so distracted by Mike he doesn't even notice the orgasm sneak up on him and only realizes when his body tenses up again, even if barely. His pussy gushes around the vibrator, soaking the bed and Mike's pulled down sweatpants. When Mike doesn't stop thrusting, Will hears himself get louder, screaming out his moans. He really can't take it anymore. Mike slides deep inside of him and finally, finally cums. He's breathing heavily, hair stuck to the forehead from sweat and Will doesn't even want to think about what he looks like. He can't think. At this point, he's barely a person, just a set of two incredibly sensitive holes.
Mike turns off the vibrator and the room suddenly becomes much quieter, only their breathing interrupting the silence. When Mike starts to pull out, Will's whimpers only seem so much louder. His leg is placed gently on the bed and the vibrator is carefully pulled out.
Will lies there with his eyes closed as Mike frees his hands and starts to massage them, leaving kisses all over his no doubt bruised wrists. He hears him clambering off the bed and stumble away. Must've been a good orgasm, for his legs to tremble like that, Will smiles to himself. Mike always tries to get up as soon as possible to take care of the mess he left Will in, but sometimes Will can convince him to wait out his trembly legs. Right now, Will can't even manage to open his eyes, let alone talk, so he lets Mike go, drifting in his wait. When Mike comes back, he carefully wipes Will down, trying to keep his touch as light as possible, before lifting him up and walking him to the bathroom. The bath is still filling up, but Mike places him in and moves the little table on wheels with water and cut up fruit closer to the tub. That way, if Will needs something, there's no panic and Mike's giraffe legs can get a rest. He turns off the faucet and climbs in behind Will, pulling his back against his chest and Will relaxes into it. Mike will wash all of the sweat off him later, but for now, they'll stay just like this in the water.