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Mike wiped his hands along the front of his pants, trying to make them seem less sweaty.
It was fine, he told himself. It was all going to be fine. He was safe and he trusted Will and everything was going to be fine. He wasn’t nervous. He wasn’t nervous. He wasn’t nervous.
“Are you nervous?”
Will’s voice made him jump. He put a hand over his chest as his head turned to see Will leaning against the doorway.
“Shit, Will!”
Will let out a soft giggle. “Sorry,” he said as he made his way inside their bedroom. Mike looked him up and down as he did so, trying to let the sight calm his nerves. Will was wearing the blue jeans Mike liked to admire his ass in and his plaid shirt was rolled up at the sleeves, showing off his impressive arms. Since they had started at NYU last year Will had started to work out. He claimed it was because he wanted to get stronger and have more control over his body, but with the way he smirked every time he saw Mike run his eyes over them, Mike suspected that it wasn’t the entire truth.
“I just wanted to check in before we started anything. I want to make sure this is really okay?”
Mike nodded his head but wiped his hands again over his sweatpants.
“I’m fine.”
“I don’t want you to just be fine, Mike,” Will said as he sat down next to Mike on the bed. “I know that we have been talking about this for a while, but if you’re not ready–”
“No, I am ready,” Mike interrupted. “I’m ready, I promise. It’s just…”
When Mike didn’t finish his sentence Will bumped him with his shoulder.
“Just?”
Mike groaned and dragged his hands over his eyes.
“It’s stupid.”
“It’s not,” Will disagreed. “It’s not if you are feeling or thinking it. This is supposed to be good, and I don’t want to do it if you aren't one-hundred percent ready.”
“I am ready,” Mike said again, his voice sure. “I guess I am just nervous. Not about you, obviously, or even about doing it, but just nervous. Like I’m about to do this really big thing and it should be fantastic and I’m afraid it won’t be.”
“You’re afraid you won’t like it?”
“Yeah.” Mike sighed and shook his head. “It’s stupid, right. Getting fucked for the first time by my boyfriend shouldn’t make me feel this way. I should be achingly hard right now and ready to jump your bones.”
“You’re allowed to feel nervous about it.” Will reached over to grab his hand. He didn’t comment on how sweaty it was and instead just squeezed it. “I did, during our first time.”
“Yeah, but it’s not like I’m a virgin,” Mike exclaimed. “I mean, we’ve had sex tons of times.”
“Yeah, we have, but never with you as the bottom.” Will’s eyes softened and squeezed Mike’s hand again. Mike took a deep breath and tried to relax as he let Will talk.
“I mean, in a way, you kind of are a virgin. At least with this, you know. And it doesn't matter how long we’ve been talking about it. I thought about it a thousand times before it actually happened, and that definitely did not stop my nerves from exploding. It’s vulnerable and scary and yeah, can hurt a bit at first, but that doesn't mean that we shouldn’t try. As long as you still want to, of course.”
Mike let Will’s words wash over him. They had been talking about this for a while. Ever since they got together the summer right before they left for school, they had made sure to talk about anything they did or did not want to try in the bedroom. It had been especially important to Mike, never wanting Will to feel unheard or unseen like he had during the freshman year of high school. He wanted college to be different, and he wanted their relationship to be different too. So when Will had asked if he would ever be okay with bottoming, Mike had answered honestly.
“Maybe,” he had said. “Not now, I don’t think. But maybe someday. If you want to check in about a year.”
He had laughed after that and Will had too, but dutifully, had asked about a year later. It was just a check in, looking to see if anything had changed, and surprisingly, it had. It didn’t seem as scary as it had just a year prior, Mike’s relationship with Will feeling stronger than ever. He couldn’t lie either and say that he hadn’t imagined it, the picture of Will over him sneaking up more and more during his own fantasies.
So a plan had been set in motion. Almost building it like one of his campaigns, Mike had planned it perfectly. He had done some research (and ignored Will’s teases), fingered himself open a few times, and even had Will do it just a few weeks ago so he could get used to the feeling. He was ready, and the thought of finally being able to feel Will inside him had helped him come more than once.
He knew he was ready. He wanted to do this, so badly, and he wanted to do it tonight. With it being a Friday, neither of them had classes or work the next morning, meaning that they can take all the time in the world to get this right.
“You really thought about it a thousand times,” Mike whispered, his voice teasing. Will blushed but laughed, nodding. “A thousand and one.”
Mike took a deep breath and they sat silently for a little while. Will didn’t put any pressure on him to make a decision, and Mike took the time to be sure in his choice.
Eventually, he looked back over at Will and smiled. He made sure to squeeze Will’s hand as he told him, “I want to do this.” And then, in a whisper, “I want you.”
Will smiled back and came in easily as Mike reached for a kiss. Their lips moved against each other softly as the tension came out of Mike’s shoulders. Kissing Will always made him feel better.
Soon, any lingering hesitance melted away and left pure carnal heat in its wake. Mike began to kiss Will harder, slipping his tongue into the other man’s mouth. His cock stirred at the feeling of Will’s hand pressing against his waist, his mind imagining everything that those hands were going to do to him in just the next few minutes.
“Let’s lay down,” Will mumbled against his lips and Mike was quick to comply. He moved up the bed so that his head could fall against the pillows. Will came up with him and planked his hands on either side of Mike’s head. He leaned down and captured Mike’s lips again, moaning as they connected. Mike let out his own moan as Will began to grind down, brushing their growing cocks together. Even through the fabric barriers the friction was delicious.
“Fuck, baby,” Mike gasped. He pushed up and chased the feeling, moving his hips to continue sending pleasurable shivers down both their spines. He heard Will moan again when Mike’s hips jerked, pressing their crotches together.
By this point Mike had moved his mouth away from Will’s and instead was pressing kisses over his face, across his jaw, down his neck. Everywhere he could get his lips on Will’s skin was left with a red bite mark. The pattern allowed Mike to settle even further. Sure, they were about to try something new, but this was familiar. This was simply them.
“Mike! Mhm–oh, Mike,” Will gasped as Mike bit down on his pulse point. Will sat up on his knees as his body shuddered, his eyes hooded as he stared down at Mike. Mike felt a pleasurable swoop in his stomach, the sight of Will like this never failing to make him preen.
Will reached down to unbutton his shirt, throwing it and the white t-shirt under it across the room. Mike sat up to do the same, and as soon as both their bare chests were on display their lips found each other again. It only took a few more minutes for their pants to come off, leaving them just in their boxers as they desperately kissed each other.
Between their kisses, Mike took sneaky glances up at Will. This was another look he was familiar with. Will looking absolutely fucked out, even if it was just because of a few kisses and sitting on Mike’s lap. Except this time, Will wasn’t bouncing on Mike’s cock, begging to come. Now, Will was looking at Mike with a different hunger in his eyes.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” Will asked as they pulled away for air, his breath heavy. Mike didn’t hesitate to say yes this time, pressing another kiss against Will’s lips.
“Then turn around for me,” Will said, and fuck, if that command didn’t send sparks through Mike’s body and right down to his cock.
Will moved to give Mike the space to turn around on the bed. Carefully, he shifted onto all fours, leaning down on his forearms so that his ass was held in the air. If Mike was honest, it felt kind of weird. He didn’t feel very sexy, and a blush covered his face as he realized that Will was just staring at him right now. And that soon he would be able to see everything.
But he also had to remind himself about how absolutely sinful Will looked in this very same position. The very sight of it had almost made Mike come on numerous different occasions, and if Mike could spend the rest of his life licking and biting at Will’s hole and ass, he would.
And by the heavy exhale Will let out, he had to assume the image was doing the same to him.
“Perfect,” Will said as his hands delicately traced along Mike’s side. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to see you like this.”
The verbalization of Will’s wanting made Mike’s breath hitch. Will had always made the idea of him fucking Mike all about Mike’s wants. About whether or not he wanted to do it. So to hear Will freely admit how badly he had been wanting this too made Mike’s core ache.
“Yeah?” he found himself asking, shifting as the tingles from Will’s touches spread along his body.
“Yeah,” Will confirmed. “I’ve thought about it before, but always as a hypothetical. But since you said you’d be willing to try it…fuck.”
Mike jolted as he suddenly felt Will’s lips against his shoulder. He hadn’t even realized that Will had moved up that far, too focused on staring at the pillow and trying to give into the feeling of Will’s hands.
Will began to press kisses across Mike’s back, gently tracing an invisible pathway. He didn’t bite at Mike, not how Mike was with his neck earlier, but instead just let his lips skim across the bony plane of Mike’s back. He mumbled more of his thoughts and desires as he did so, making Mike feel like jelly.
“I’ve thought about how well you would take my cock. I pictured how it would look entering you. I know I’m not as long as you are–”
“You’re wider,” Mike found himself saying. It was something he had said to Will a lot. At first it had felt more like boyish fun, comparing dick sizes even if it didn’t really matter. But now, the thought of Will’s thick cock splitting him open made him groan.
“Yeah, I am,” Will agreed, his mouth coming closer to the base of Mike’s spine. “I imagined how well you would take it. How you probably would try to take it all at once because you can never back down from a challenge.”
Mike couldn’t even deny it, the thought too overwhelmingly possible to bring to life.
“When you let me finger you open the other day, shit Mike. I don’t think I’ve ever been so horny. The moment your mouth touched me afterwards I already felt like I was going to burst.” His mouth traced the edges of Mike’s waistband now, the thin fabric of the boxers not being able to stop the feeling of Will’s hot breath against him.
“Shit, come on, Will,” Mike urged. It suddenly felt like he had been waiting his whole life for this.
“You’ve got to be patient, Michael,” Will argued and Mike huffed.
“I thought you were dreaming about this?”
“Yeah, well, taking my time was part of the dream.”
Mike wanted to keep arguing but then he felt Will’s hands slide across his ass. It was a light touch and Mike could barely feel it, but it was enough to make him duck his head as he struggled to breathe. When Will finally began to slide his boxers down, Mike felt gone.
They shifted so Will could get his boxers fully off and Mike’s whole body felt hot despite the cold air that was now blowing over him. Will started to kiss him again, making sure that his lips touched every new revealed piece of skin.
“Will!”
Mike moaned as his boyfriend peppered along the rounds of his ass. Mike was sure that it was a ridiculous sight–Will pressing simple kisses on Mike as his heavy cock hung down–but it felt amazing.
Will was so gentle. It made Mike feel like clay, like just something for Will to mold into whatever he needed. It was the same feeling he got whenever he looked at a drawing Will did of him. Like all of Will’s love and desires were sketched out in front of it and Mike was just made to be his muse.
“Fingers,” Mike choked out, wiggling his hips. “I need your fingers. I’m ready.”
Will let his kisses travel down to his thighs before pulling away. He reached over to the bedside table to grab their lube, warming it up between his hands before opening the cap and drizzling some onto his fingers.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” Will asked one more time, his left hand soft against Mike’s hip. Mike turned his head around to finally stare at Will, meeting his eyes. Will’s face was flushed and Mike could see how hard his cock was from where it was still inside his underwear. There was a slight wet patch at the front, further demonstrating just how much Will wanted him.
Mike wanted him inside.
“I’m ready,” Mike said, smiling at Will. “I want you. Please, Will.” His name had come out as a whimper and Will smiled at the noise.
“Okay, okay,” he said as he moved his hands over Mike’s ass. “But remember, we can stop anytime. Just say stop or red or use the safeword and–”
“I know, I know,” Mike gasped, his desperation growing. “Just do it.”
“I think I liked you better when you were saying please,” Will retorted but did as Mike asked.
Slowly, he spread Mike’s ass checks apart so he could finally, finally, get a look at his awaiting hole.
Mike trembled as a hot breath hit his opening, Will’s face mere inches away as he took Mike in. It was true that Will had seen Mike naked more times than they could count, and that he had even had his fingers inside not too long ago, but Will had never been able to see Mike like this.
Mike’s head dipped back down as he felt Will’s finger circle against his rim. He let out an embarrassing mewl at the pressure and found himself pushing back onto Will’s finger. But it seemed like Will was content to tease him, not giving into any of Mike’s whimpering pleads.
Mike’s cock throbbed, just begging to be touched as his hole fluttered under the weight of Will’s finger.
“Please, Will.”
Hearing his name fall from Mike’s lips must have snapped whatever trance Will had been put in, the need to take care of Mike outweighing his want to admire him. Carefully, Will pressed his finger inside, punching a moan out of Mike.
“Oh, fuck,” Mike sighed. “Shit, fuck!”
“There you go, baby,” Will murmured, crooking his finger to draw out another moan from Mike. “God, you look so good like this.”
Mike grunted as Will pushed in another finger, scissoring them to open Mike up. It wasn’t long before he added a third and set a punishing rhythm.
Mike tried to control the noises that were threatening to spill from his mouth, almost as if he wanted to prove to himself that it wasn’t affecting him as much as it actually was. But Will could always see through him.
“Don’t be quiet, love,” Will said after a particularly hard stretch. “I want to hear you. You sound so hot, Mike, you don’t even understand.”
But Mike did understand. He knew how much Will’s own noises got to him in bed. The soft uh uh uhs as Mike fucked him raw, moans coming out uncontrollably. The cries of his name as Will’s body tried to reinvent itself to accommodate all the pleasure it was feeling. Mike knew it all too well.
Mike let that reminder open up his airways, letting go of his bottom lip from between his teeth. The room was instantly filled with the sounds of Mike’s whines, his breaths coming out heavy.
“Ah just like that, Mike,” Will said and Mike could hear the smile in his voice. “Good boy.”
His orgasam came unexpectedly, but suddenly Mike was tumbling over the edge. The praise wasn’t new, even if it still brought Mike right up to the precipice of letting go. It was the absolute jolt of pure bliss that Will pressed up against, dragging a guttural cry out of Mike as he shook from his orgasm.
It took a few moments for Mike to come back to himself. When he did he noticed that Will had stopped moving, but his digits were still pressed deep inside him. The embarrassment from before began to encroach again but Mike still risked taking a look at the brunette.
Will’s eyes met Mike’s immediately and Mike almost startled back with how much wanting was there. He had seen Will in various states of arousal over the year they’ve been together, but this was different. This look wasn’t because Mike had done something to make Will feel good or because Will was wanting something from him. This look was because Mike had just come only on his fingers. This look was because Mike had been good for him.
“Mike,” he said, breathlessly. His kiss-swollen lips were letting out soft pants, and Mike decided that if he didn’t get this beautiful boy inside him right that second he was going to die.
Mike gulped and tried to find his voice, body still heaving from his orgasm.
“Fuck me, baby.”
It barely came out as more than a whisper, but Mike knew that Will heard him from the way he instantly sat up and pulled his fingers out. Mike whined at the feeling but tried to ignore the urge to beg for Will to fill him up again. There was something better coming.
Mike shifted on the bed as he waited for Will to get ready. He moved so his ass could be even higher, face only inches away from the pillows. From behind him, he heard Will hiss and realized that he was finally stroking his cock, slicking it up with lube.
In the next minute Will’s hands settled on Mike’s waist again. Mike tensed as he felt Will’s cock brush against his thigh, the reality of what was about to happen hitting him.
“Ready, Mike?”
The question was so delicate it made Mike want to cry. The fear that he wouldn’t like it still sat in the back of his mind, but surrounding it was all the trust he had in Will. Will had been so careful throughout this whole thing, and he knew how lucky it was that he had him. That he had someone he loved so much and was comfortable doing this with. Since as long as Mike could remember he knew that Will was it for him. It was only ever going to be him, for all of it.
For this.
“Ready,” Mike answered back. And then, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Will replied instantly, getting into position.
Will’s thumb swiped across his skin as the tip of his cock brushed against Mike’s hole. The contrast of the dirty movement with the innocent comfort had Mike reeling. It always had. To everyone else, Will was always the picture of innocence, but with Mike he gave into the deepest and most depraved thoughts. The juxtaposition of it all made Mike feel that much more special being able to see Will like this. More special for being able to have Will like this.
Slowly, Will pushed into Mike and Mike felt like he was being split open. The stretch burned a bit as the head of Will’s cock moved into Mike’s tight rim, but the mix of pleasure and pain sent a quiver through his body.
Both of the man’s breaths were labored, neither of them able to keep their noises down.
“You feel so tight, Mike, fuck!”
Mike couldn’t say anything back, too completely overwhelmed with the fact that Will was inside him.
It took a while for Will to bottom out completely. It was both a combination of not wanting to hurt Mike and not wanting either of them to come immediately. When he finally was flush against Mike, he continued to rub against his side, offering soft praises.
“You’re doing so good for me, love. You took me so well. I’m–ngh–I’m just going to stay here, okay? Just let me know when you’re ready to keep going.”
Mike didn’t know what he did to deserve someone as patient as Will. He knew from his own experience how hard it was to keep still, not to mention the fact that it was the first time Will had ever done this.
(The first time Mike and Will had sex, Mike had to think about his grandmother to not immediately give into Will’s heat and come. Not that he would ever tell Will that, because gross, but the sentiment was there).
The sparks of pain quickly transitioned into pleasure and suddenly it wasn’t enough. Mike needed Will to move.
“I’m ready, I’m ready,” he said urgently, pushing back against Will’s cock. “Move, come on.”
Will didn’t comment on Mike’s bossiness this time and instead began to pull out. He gave an experimental thrust and they let out simultaneous moans at the feeling. Will tried again, figuring out how best to leverage his body to give Mike the pleasure he was yearning for.
Mike yelped as Will almost pulled out all the way before slamming back in. A loud slap reverberated throughout the room as his balls hit against Mike’s skin, but it was drowned out by Mike’s moans.
“Mhm–fuck, you feel so good, Will. Filling me up so well–oh shit!”
Will let out a whimper at Mike’s words and pushed deeper into his boyfriend. After a minute or two, he finally started a fast-paced rhythm, thrusting with abandon.
The room filled with the sounds of their moans and Mike could feel another orgasm building up. His mind was clouded with thoughts of Will and so good so good so good.
Mike’s forearms began to shake and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold himself up for much longer.
“Will, I can’t–”
Suddenly, Mike felt a hand against the top of his back, pushing him forward. He let Will guide him down into the mattress, his face getting pushed into the pillows underneath him. The fabric muffled his cry as the new position allowed Will to angle his hips up, giving him better access to thrust directly against his prostate.
And oh god, it was way better than Will’s fingers. Before, it was a single brush that had Mike gasping and coming on the bed. He barely even got to feel it, really, the orgasm being launched more so from all the anticipation. But now, Will was hitting it with almost every thrust, sending stars to dance behind Mike’s eyes.
He gripped the sheets and pillows tightly, trying to find a way to steady himself through the staggering feeling. Whine after whine traveled out of his open mouth as he arched his back, trying to get even closer to Will.
Sensing his goal, Will leaned forward so that his chest was flush against Mike’s back, moving his hands so that they were overlapping Mike’s from where he was holding onto the bed. The slightly new position gave Will somehow even more access to make Mike come apart, and Mike nearly came when he heard the unrestrained groans Will was admitting right against his ear.
“Uhh uh–Mike! You feel so perfect. Such a good boy for me, baby. Love you so much–agh–”
His words lost true meaning, his mouth unable to create anything but consistent whimpers. Usually Mike would fill the silence through his own rambles, ever the talker, but right now even he didn’t have any words. The way he was feeling could never be verbalized. Any words would mean too little, nothing being able to fully encapsulate the way he felt Will everywhere.
“Will,” Mike mewled and Will adjusted his grip on his hands, giving him the ability to hold onto Mike with one while reaching the other down between his boyfriend's legs. He grabbed a hold of Mike’s cock and squeezed it, sending another broken noise out of Mike’s lips. He rubbed his thumb against the tip, spreading the precome there before stroking Mike at a steady pace.
It was all too much. Mike felt utterly helpless, caught in between the pleasure Will was giving him with nowhere to escape. Will had become unrelenting, chasing his release at the same pace he was trying to give Mike his. Mike leaned his head in closer to Will’s, pushing the brunette’s face against his.
Another pang of arousal snapped through Mike as he registered the dampness against his hair and neck. It was a familiar feeling, one letting him know that Will was crying. And fuck, he loved it when Will cried during sex. He didn’t care if it made him sound masochistic, Will always looked so pretty when he cried. The green in his eyes stood out so much brighter, letting Mike stare deeply at them as he saw the physical evidence of how much he was pleasing Will.
As it turned out, not being able to actually see the tears did little to flag the overwhelming lust it brought.
The noises they were both making were utterly filthy. Mike could hear the quiet cries in between Will’s moans, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. Not that Mike was in a better position. He let out a strangled groan as Will hit his prostate again.
“I’m so close Mike,” Will wailed. “I can’t– I can’t hold on–”
“Come in me,” Mike commanded, his voice needy and depraved. “Come on, baby. Fill me up. I want your come. I need your come, I– oh fuck!”
With a shuddering sob, Will slammed into Mike, biting down onto Mike’s shoulder as he came. Mike could feel it everywhere. The force of Will’s body made Mike shake alongside him, pressing his face deep into the mattress. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt his boyfriend’s come fill him, leaving no place on his body that wasn’t touched by Will.
That very thought had Mike coming too, a silent scream escaping his lips as he spilled into Will’s hand. The fact that it was his second orgasm of the night only made it more intense and part of him wondered if he would ever stop shaking. The pleasure seemed to extend on forever and Mike’s head drifted into the soft, floaty bliss it brought.
It was a few minutes later when dimly, in the back of Mike’s mind, he realized that Will was still stroking his cock, working him through his orgasm until there was nothing left. He was also still buried deep inside of Mike and Mike could feel his cock twitch every so often.
Mike squirmed at the overstimulation and Will let go, dragging his body back up so that he could gently pull out. He winced at the feeling, suddenly feeling very empty despite the fact that Will’s come was dripping out of him.
Which, fuck. If that wasn’t one of the hottest things to ever happen to him.
It seemed that Will agreed. His hands returned to their original place on Mike’s hips and Mike could feel his eyes just watching him. It made Mike drift further into the warm fuzzy feeling that he often found himself in after sex. There was just something about being able to let go with Will and give him the control. Even when Mike was on top it was Will that set the pace more often than not, with Mike only getting hornier at being able to follow Will’s directions.
There may be something there to that. Mike just didn’t care enough right now to figure it out though.
Eventually, Mike’s back starts to hurt from holding the position for so long. He can’t stop himself from admitting a noise of discomfort, and it seemed to jolt Will out of his trance. Before Mike can even blink, Will is getting up from the bed, the mattress squeaking underneath him.
Mike allows the sound to pull him from his state as well and languidly turns over so that he can lay on his back. As he settles down he spies Will coming back into the room, a wet washcloth in his hand.
“Hey,” Will says shyly as he sits back down on the bed.
“Hey,” Mike responds just as quietly.
Will wipes Mike down, being extra careful as he cleans up the come and lube sticking to his body. Mike winces just a little but there is a permanent smile stuck on his face.
When Will is done, Mike reaches for the cloth. He takes his own time in swiping it across Will’s body, despite the fact that the man had already cleaned up. Giving Will the aftercare he deserves makes Mike feel almost as good as the actual act itself and he will never give it up.
The washcloth gets thrown onto their bedside table once Mike is done and Will moves so that he is laying down beside Mike, propping himself up so that he can hover over the other man. Mike leans up for a kiss, letting their lips connect as they work to calm down their rapid beating hearts.
“Was that okay?” Will murmured against Mike’s lips. Mike pulled away so that he could look into Will’s eyes, not wanting there to be any doubt in what he responded.
“It was perfect. You’re perfect.”
Will blushes as Mike’s lips stretch into another soft smile. He moves so that he is also propped and facing Will, bringing a hand up so he can caress his boyfriend’s face. Will leans into the touch, closing his eyes for just a moment before staring at Mike again.
“So you liked it?”
The conversation they had before all this started comes back to Mike. The very thought that he was afraid he wouldn’t like that makes him want to laugh now.
“Yeah,” Mike said as he ran his thumb across Will’s cheek, tracing the path of his dried up tears. “It felt a little strange at first, you know. But after that faded…god, Will. You were incredible. Made me feel so good.”
The blush on Will’s face deepened as he smiled.
“Did you like it too?” Mike asked. So much of this process was about what Mike was comfortable with. He wanted to make sure Will had just as much of a good time as he did.
“Yes,” Will says immediately and then lets out an embarrassing little chuckle over his eagerness. “I mean, yeah. I did. Like, a lot.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Mike let himself pull Will in for another kiss, although it was hard to properly move their mouths together because of the smiles that were both engrained on their faces. After a few attempts they both started giggling and moved their bodies closer together, entangling themselves.
“I can’t believe we did this,” Will said and Mike nodded.
“I know, it still doesn’t feel real. Like, we’ve been talking about it for so long that it started to seem like it was always going to be just a fantasy. But it was definitely way better. I mean, shit Will, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to go back. I might just make you fuck me all the time now.”
Will chuckled and shook his head. “Don’t lie. You like having me under you way too much.”
Mike shrugged and smirked, gazing fondly at Will.
“True, but can you blame me? Now you understand what it's like to have someone all spread out for you.”
“Yeah, I can definitely see the appeal.”
“Oh yeah?” Mike wiggled his eyebrows and Will giggled, laughing into Mike’s mouth as they kissed.
“But seriously,” Mike said as they pulled apart, “I wouldn’t mind doing that again.”
“You wouldn’t mind?” Will teased and Mike rolled his eyes.
“Okay, I would like it. A lot. In a lot of different positions. And places. You know, the whole sexy nine yards.”
Will smiled wide and pressed a peck against Mike’s lips.
“I think that can be arranged.”