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Will is trembling underneath him, trying not to struggle in his grip. It's a little too late to try to be good, Mike thinks. He looks beautiful, helpless under Mike's hands, eyes filled with tears. His hips are twitching up, hoping for Mike's touch, but that part of him is not getting it for a while, if at all. Not after the stunts he pulled earlier. After they came back from their night out, he crowded Will against the wall and kissed him, swallowing the whimpers Will was letting out. He then undressed him right there near the door and sent him to the bedroom with a slap on his ass while he put their clothes away.
The thought of Will's ass makes him glance down at where it's hidden from his view. Maybe it's cruel of him to force Will to lie on it, rubbing the reddened skin, tender from his hands, against the sheets, but he has to make sure Will is not trying to sneak in a touch to his cock. He usually listens, but better save than sorry when it comes to Will in one of his moods.
Mike runs his hands down Will's legs, groping his thighs tightly. He watches his fingers sink into the flesh as he pulls Will closer until he's half on top of him, lower back supported by Mike's slightly spread knees. His legs dangle on either side of Mike's torso and if Will wanted to hide now, he'd have to bend in half to get them around Mike. Spread so wide and with his backside upturned, Will's hole is exposed to Mike's eyes. It twitches minutely, begging for attention, trying to entice him inside.
"Poor thing. You've been feeling neglected?" He talks directly to it. "I know, I know. You just need some attention," he slides his hand towards the tempting hole, lightly petting around it, making sure not to dip a finger inside.
He lifts his other hand to Will's chest, repeating the circling motion around his nipple. Will is biting his lip, trying to stifle his noises and that just won't do.
"Will, you know better than that," Mike tsks gently. "There's no need to hide how I make you feel. I want to know. How else can I take care of you, hmm?" He squeezes his nipple between his finger and his thumb, twisting it slightly. Will lets out a gasp and nods shakily.
Mike spreads his hand over Will's chest. It's not even that much of a stretch to touch both of his nipples at the same time with his thumb and middle finger. Mike knows how much Will likes the size of his hands. He spent a lot of time coaxing it out of him. Will says he loves how his deep fingers can reach, but that's not all. Mike sees Will's reaction whenever he wraps his hand around Will's cock and hides it completely. He notices how much more Will seems to struggle in his hold when he wraps his hand around both of Will's compared to cuffs. So Mike is prepared when his back arches off the bed at the feeling and Mike has to push him down.
He keeps Will pressed down and turns his attention back to Will's hole, teasing his finger closer and closer to the entrance. He stops rubbing the sensitive skin, pulls one cheek slightly to the side, exposing the opening even more, and lets a glob of spit fall from his mouth. When the wetness reaches the hole, it clenches as if trying to get any part of Mike in, even if it's just his saliva. He uses it to finally dip the tip of his finger inside and it's sucked right in.
"Look at that. Always so welcoming," he pulls the finger out before pushing it deeper in. He doesn't want to do too much when it’s dry, but can't resist repeating the motion a few more times. While Will is distracted, he uses his other hand to grab the lube he had thrown on the bed before he pulled Will over his knees for a spanking. He opens the cap and pours it directly on Will's hole. He pulls his finger out to gather the lube and push it inside, smoothing the way for him.
Will wiggles, trying to get the finger deeper inside and Mike holds his thigh with his free hand. Mike frowns at how easy the glide is, how the hole feels almost too open.
"Did you play with yourself today?" His voice makes Will look at him with wide eyes.
"No, Mike, I promise I didn't," Will shakes his head in denial. "I wouldn't, not without you."
Mike knows the difference between Will telling the truth and trying to stay out of trouble. He would have to punish him without giving him exactly what he wants. Right now, Will's not lying though and that means -
"Oh, baby. Your hole is so greedy it opens right up for me," he coos. "Always need something inside, don't you? Such a slut," he pulls his finger out before coming back with two. He fucks Will with them, keeping the pace moderate, but not giving Will enough time to get used to them, not like he needs it that much. He grazes his prostate, making Will jolt in his lap and increases the tempo until Will is whining through clenched teeth and slows down again. He doesn't add the third finger yet, even though he knows Will likes the stretch. Instead, he stops thrusting and finds Will's prostate again. It's muscle memory at this point, the perfect angle and depth he discovered after trying it in every possible position. What can Mike say, he just wanted to be thorough. He holds Will's hip in his grip and rubs against that sweet spot as he looks at his boyfriend. Will hasn't quite been crying when he was being spanked, but he did tear up and now his eyes have a slight sheen to them. Mike feels like a pervert thinking how he cannot wait to see him cry. It's not his fault Will looks so beautiful when he does, all shiny eyes and flushed skin, his breathy hiccups making Mike want to squeeze him between his teeth and never let him go.
Will takes it so well that Mike decides to amp it up, pressing more intently into his prostate. Will is trying to buck his hips, but in this position there's not much he can do except make noises.
"Feels good, so good, Mike," Will throws his head back. "Mmm, can I cum?"
"You want to cum?" Third finger joins the other two and Mike starts thrusting with full force, aiming for Will's prostate every time. In his periphery, he sees Will's legs twitch on either side of him, his toes clenching uncontrollably. "You're so close, aren't you, baby? So desperate already from just my fingers." It wouldn't be anything new for Will to cum untouched. Usually Mike can wring out at least one hands-free orgasm out of him, so when Will's eyes roll to the back of his head, Mike is ready.
He pulls out of Will at the last second and holds him down as he's trying to fuck back on his now missing fingers.
"No! I was so close," Will glares up at him, which doesn't look at all intimidating from his position. "What the hell, Mike?"
Mike shrugs. Will really should have expected this. "Baby, did you forget that you gained yourself a punishment? You worked so hard for it, I couldn't just let it go. Now, do you remember what number I've said?"
Will's eyes widen. He evidently didn't think the number had anything to do with his orgasms. "Th-three," he squeaks out.
"Good, so you can listen," Mike grins down at him. "I was wondering where my good boy disappeared. But you just need a reminder, don't you? I'll make sure you won't forget so easily," he runs his palms along Will's thighs. "C'mon, baby, up. You're going to ride me."
Will's face screws up in distaste. Mike knows it's because his bunny hates riding with a passion, even though he looks so good bouncing. It rarely happens, and when it does, Will usually gives up a few minutes in, whining about being tired and it not feeling as good as when Mike does it. Which is exactly why Mike is making him do it right now.
He settles against the headboard, patting his lap for Will to climb onto. Will is reluctant, but settles on top of him nonetheless, lubing up his cock when prompted.
Mike smacks his ass again, leaving his hand gripping the cheek as he helps Will lift himself on his knees. With his other hand, he grips his cock, so that Will can lower himself on it. Even after being fucked by three of his fingers, it's a tight fit. Will's descent is slow and Mike feels his hole grip him tightly, already imagining how it will refuse to let him go. Will pauses when he's taken it all in, trying to get used to the stretch. Mike knows some part of it is just Will trying to delay the inevitable, but he lets him. It's not like he can get away from it now.
Will starts rolling his hips slowly. This part he doesn't mind as much and Mike enjoys the feeling of the ass rubbing against him. But that’s not what he told Will to do, so he raises an eyebrow at him.
"Ride me properly, baby. Show me you can be good," he watches Will rise halfway up his cock and drop down before repositioning his legs and picking up his tempo. Mike places his hands behind his back and as Will rises higher and higher each time, until every time he lifts up only Mike's tip is left inside. Will puts his hands on Mike's chest for balance and starts riding him properly. His thighs slam against Mike every time he comes down, his hole sucking up the length of Mike's cock.
Will is panting already, small noises punched out of him by Mike's cock on his way down. Despite all of his protests, he's doing a good job of making Mike lose his mind. Mike wishes he could see Will's ass as he rides him, but his expression is enough of a treat that Mike doesn't force him to turn around. He knows Will doesn't have much left in him anyway.
Just as he thinks that, he notices Will is slowing down, but still rises as high as he can. He comes down with more force, staying impaled on Mike's cock for longer before forcing himself up. He leans more and more forward, until he's whining into Mike's chest.
"Is there something you need?" Mike asks him. Will is nodding before he finishes the sentence, looking up at him with his big wet eyes.
"Can you help me?"
Mike's hands move to Will's ass, grabbing both cheeks. They're still hot under his touch, but he ignores Will's yelp when he squeezes them and uses his strength to lift Will up his cock.
"You really are useless with a cock in you, huh? Need my help to ride it even though your hole is sucking me right up. I know you getting tired isn't the problem," he places his feet on the bed for leverage and starts thrusting up into Will. "It's your brain leaking out of you when I'm inside. Can't even manage to go up and down, yeah, bunny?"
Will is moaning into his chest, clenching around his thick cock. Mike feels his chest get wet, but he's unsure if it's drool or tears. He doubles down, quickening his pace, until Will's moans are a constant background. Mike savors it, knowing he'll have to stop soon.
When he starts feeling the burn in his core, he pulls out and quickly turns them, so that Will is on his knees for him. He doesn't even try to hold himself up by his arms, just waits there with his back arched obscenely. His stretched hole winks at Mike invitingly, calling him back inside. And who is Mike to resist?
"What do we say when we want something?" he lets his cock kiss the entrance, but doesn't let it get sucked in.
"Please."
"You can do better than that. Say how much you need my cock inside. Get creative, baby."
Will heaves a breath and mumbles something into the bed.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you."
"N-need your cock inside. I'm, I'm just a slut for it, you can do whatever you want with me. I just need to feel you." Will stumbles over his words. This one wasn't even that bad, he has said way worse things, but he always gets so shy when Mike forces him to ask for it. It's adorable.
He reaches for the lube and adds it to the mess that is Will's hole before gripping his cock and pushing it back inside. He watches Will open up for him, straining to take all of him. He has half a mind to find something to film it with. As if he didn't have enough of these videos already, Will would say. Mike thinks people take pictures of a beautiful sunset every time they see it, so why can't he record his favorite view. Mike has to physically shake himself out of it and start thrusting inside Will again.
"Fuck, Will, you're so good at taking my cock. Such a slutty hole, to be able to handle it," he speeds up, pulling Will back against him by the hips. "Sometimes I can't believe how lucky I am, to have such a good little fleshlight."
Will moans at that, bunching up the blanket under him to have something to grip onto. Mike knows he loves when he talks about him like that, which is good because Mike isn't sure he'd be able to hold back. He leans down and bites Will's earlobe before whispering right into it. "Yeah, you agree? You know you're here for me to play with you however I want to? My toy I can jerk off with?"
Will trembles under his touch and Mike rolls him over to take a look at him. Will's legs spread for him automatically.His face is wet from tears and he's heaving deep breaths in, his hand are close to his chest, almost hugging himself. Mike looks down at his cock, the way it twitches under his gaze. Mike wants to keep Will looking like this forever.
Instead, he leans over and grabs one of their decorative pillows that only have one purpose and places it in Will's arms. Will immediately wraps his arms around it, seeking comfort from everything Mike has put him through.
This time, when he enters him, Will doesn't even make a noise, just looks up at Mike until he has to blink the tears out of his eyes. Mike angles his hips to hit his prostate every time. The shudders that go through Will’s body when it's grazed make Mike feel hot all over. He's close, but Will is closer.
Just as he's approaching his peak, he feels Will lock up around him and he reaches down to Will's cock for the first time this evening. He slows down and wraps his hand around the base, gripping tightly until Will sobs at him about being so, so close, please.
"Aww, baby. You're so cute. You remember why we're here, right? That was your second," he laughs and starts moving again, keeping his hand wrapped tightly around Will. "I know I fuck you well, but you must really love it if you forget about everything. My slutty cocksleeve, so full of me there's no space left for anything else, even thoughts."
His words become more strained as he nears his peak, jumbling together slightly as he speeds up. The devastation on Will's face at the denial makes him feel powerful, like he could do anything and get away with it. He can't control the moans interrupting his rambling praise, Will's hole is gripping him so tightly, squeezing in sync with his heaving breaths.
"Will, ah, so gorgeous, baby. Love being inside of you. I'd live there if I could," he pants out. "And you'd love it, I knew you would. You're such a whore for my cock. My beautiful cumslut." Mike comes deep inside Will, trying to fuck his cum even deeper in. He feels like his body stops existing and all that's left is pleasure. The pounding of his heartbeat drowns out everything else for a few moments before he comes back to himself.
Mike sighs contentedly as he pulls out of him and watches the white cum start to drool out of Will's well-used hole. Will's sniffles distract him from admiring the view and he lifts his eyes to look at him. He's gripping the pillow tightly, likely to keep his hands away from his cock. The pout on his face makes Mike want to squeeze his cheeks. Cute.
"Pl-lease, please don't edge me again, Mike," Will blinks and more tears roll down his face. "It hurts, it hurts s-so bad."
"Oh, I bet it does. Your little cock must be aching for a touch. I've been so mean, I know," he coos, pressing his lips all over Will's face, tasting the dewy skin. "It's not like I want to do it. But I have to punish you, baby. Just one more, okay?"
Will sniffles at him again and nods dejectedly. He purses his lips and Mike can't resist, leaning in for a deep kiss. He keeps it chaste, holding back from sneaking his tongue deep in Will's mouth, before breaking away. He shimmies down, getting comfortable with his face planted in front of the leaking mess that is Will's hole. He licks his lips and gets down to business.
Mike loves eating Will out. Will loves it, too, even if he hides his face every time they talk about it. He always opens up under his tongue and, despite his embarrassment, never manages to hold back his noises.
The taste of his cum in Will's hole makes him groan and he laps up the evidence of how well he used him. He opens his mouth wider to get closer to the entrance and shove his tongue in as far as it can go. His eyes are closed, but he feels movement before a hand sneaks into his hair, burying the fingers in his hair. Mike will take Will gripping onto him for dear life as a compliment.
He throws his arm over Will's stomach to hold him down when he wraps his hand around Will's cock. Will lets out a pitiful whine as he starts stroking it in time with his tongue licking his cum out. Mike's mouth produces obscene noises and he doesn't doubt that Will's face is burning red. He pulls out his tongue and runs it along the entrance, licking up the mix of his own spit and cum and lube. He speeds up his hand and hears Will's whimpers turn into one long, continuous whine. He has the perfect view of Will's little cock twitching in his grip, his balls drawing up, preparing to let the orgasm take over. Unfortunately for Will, that's not going to happen.
Mike lets go of his cock and instead wraps his hand around his cute balls, tugging at them until Will cries out. His cock gives a few more pathetic twitches before his whole body starts shaking. Mike looks at Will, lying on the bed and crying inconsolably. He's gasping in the air between his sobs, hugging the pillow tightly. The expression of agony of yet another denied orgasm on his face is so gorgeous, Mike thinks.
"That was a bad one, huh?" He rubs Will's leg soothingly. "I'm sorry, but it had to be done. That was number three, it's over now," he waits for Will to blink out enough tears to look at him. "Let me hold you, baby?"
At Will's nod, he repositions them until he's half lying against the headboard, pillows stuffed under his back with Will in his lap. He pets his head, waiting out Will's shaking in silence. It takes a while, the hysterical sobs tapering off into hiccupy sniffles, the trembling slowly subsiding.
When Will's breathing evens out a little and he starts squirming more intentionally, Mike knows he remembered about his needy cock. Mike ignores the squirming as long as he can, shushing Will's infrequent, but still present sobs, until Will mutters something into his chest.
"What was that, baby?" He's pretty sure he knows what this is about, but decides to ask anyway.
"Is it over?"
"Yes. We're all done, Will. No more edging."
"Can I cum now?" Will turns to look at him with a pleading expression. Mike feels kind of evil for what he's about to do, like when he manages to successfully spring the trap on the party during one of their campaigns.
"Didn't you hear me, baby? We're done for the night," he tries to keep the smile off his face, already anticipating Will's reaction.
Will doesn't disappoint. He sits up abruptly, eyes widening in horror. "B-but you can't leave me like that," he glances at his hardness that hasn't gone down and his lip trembles. This is the first time he wasn't allowed to cum after being edged. Sometimes they play with denial, their sessions stretching over days, but it has more to do with building up the tension than bringing Will to the brink and leaving him just shy of it, so Will's reaction is warranted.
"Are you sure you are in the position to tell me what I can and cannot do? Come on, we need to get ready for bed." Will is staring at him like he's waiting for Mike to tell him it's a joke. Too bad. "You are not coming tonight, baby, no matter how much you want to. I never said your punishment is over, did I?" He hauls Will up with him and makes him wait as he changes the blanket covers because he doesn't trust his naughty baby with a closed door right now. He ushers his still silent boyfriend into the bathroom and goes on about their routine.
The dam finally breaks when they come back to the bedroom.
"Please, please don't make me go to sleep like that." Will's shiny eyes plead at him. "I'll be good, so good. Mike, please, what do you want me to do? I'll do it. I'll do whatever you want, it hurts, it hurts so bad," the whiny begging is music to Mike's ears. "I-I don't think I'll be able to fall asleep like that. I'll be tossing and turning if you leave me like that. Please don't," he heaves out.
"Good," He interrupts. "I think I've been too lenient with you, baby. It might be good for you to spend the night reflecting on your behavior." He gestures for Will to lift his arms and puts on his sleep shirt in a practiced motion; looks down at his poor cock and decides against underwear. "Do you need help leaving your little problem alone? I can get your cage, but I won't take it off in the morning."
Will shakes his head with a pitiful expression.
Mike directs them to the bed and turns off the light. He hugs Will from behind under the blanket, throwing one of his legs over Will's thighs. Will's hands are trapped between his chest and Mike's arm and if he tries to sneak one down, Mike will feel it. He smiles into Will's hair, knowing he'll be squirming in his hold all night, unable to get his mind off of it. Mike can't wait to devour him first thing tomorrow.