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It started with a shirt. Will is currently looking through their dresser, picking up and unfolding a familiar black sleeved white shirt out of the drawer. It’s Mike’s Hellfire shirt he had trashed a few months ago back which Will had willingly took it out and saved it for safe keeping.
It brings a waves of nostalgia also because they had a campaign with the group later in the day. Especially it brought him nostalgia thinking back when he first saw his boyfriend with it on. He remembered it clearly, when he almost drooled at the sight of him in it because he was so good looking and the way his collarbones shone with it on. So he slips it on, the sleeves draping over his elbows. Mike had always liked his shirts a little big on him too so that doesn’t help the fact it drapes near his mid thighs. He doesn’t bother to tuck it in his pants, it’s too big for that and he figure it would have looked weird if there was clothing lumps coming under his pants. ( He knows his friends would playfully make fun of him for that. )
He comes out the room, with his baggy shirt and khaki jeans, looking at Mike Wheeler who was waiting for him in the entrance of their house. “Hey.” he greets, walking up to him.
“Hi.”
“You look good.” I want to fuck you so badly.Mike hums, bringing the smaller boy to his chest and holding his hips. He loves his hips, his eyes always seem to trail to them whenever he walks because they always sway. Not to mention he doesn’t look good. He looks gorgeous. The Hellfire shirt is still a bit loose on him. He had thought he threw it away because it was too small for him but it seems that someone had taken away from his hands. But he loves how it hangs a bit on Will and the sleeves almost reach his elbows. He licks his lips, glancing at him up and down. Checking him out because Will was always oblivious to the fact he would sneak glances to look at his lips or even his ass. “I thought I threw that away.”
“You don’t know how many of your shirts I have because I check them whenever you throw stuff away.” Will scoffs, resting his hands on Mike’s chest. He doesn’t know why Mike was looking at him like his prey all because he was wearing his shirt. He can wear his boyfriends shirts. Boyfriends do that, right? Right?
“Really?”
“Yes really, not after you accidentally threw away the D&D board for a campaign we had.” Olive eyes roll. Clumsy Mike. Or the water bottles he keeps in his trash can when he knows they go into the bag of water bottles with the rest.
“How was I supposed to know?” he laughs, rubbing his hands on the sides of his body and going under the fabric to create contact with skin. “Let’s just stay home for today, we can tell Eddie one of us got sick.” His words hint to something, something that Will was oblivious too. His hands trail down to his hips, and Mike starts peppering kisses onto his face and neck.
“Mikee,” Will whines, drawing out the end of his name, face red and flushed. “We can’t just ditch we’ve been planning this for weeks.” He pushes him away before the freckled male can even suck a contusion onto his collarbone, because he knows the second he will he’ll consider skipping today. He receives a pout in response. “Let’s go or we’ll be late.”
Will can feel Mike’s dark eyes on him when he walks into the humble abode of Eddie’s house. It’s already set up with tables and the chairs and snacks telling him it will be a long game. “Welcome!” Eddie belows through the hallways, already in his like persona. “To our trip to our perilous trip to Mordor.”
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Will hums, water running through his hands as he cleans the plates they have been using for a small break during their campaign and leaning into the boy who has wrapped his arms around his torso even though he has disgusting dorito dust laying at his fingertips that is definitely going to stain. It was around 6 pm and the sun was starting to go down.
He has noticed all the times Mike’s eyes trailed on him and stayed there whenever he gets up or goes to refill his snacks. But his eyes are always trained on the stupid shirt he’s wearing and he doesn’t know why. But now he had followed Will and coddled him in a small tight side against the counter. What does some stupid shirt have against him? Does it look bad? Why does he keep staring?
“You just look really good in my shirt.” His paladin says behind him.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I really want to fuck you in it.” Mike whispers, The words were hushed. As if only a secret between them too and Will can feel his face heat up at the thought. Him sitting on Mike’s dick with his Hellfire shirt draping across his thighs and Mike thrusting into him and holding his hips down as his eyes roll and—
Oh.
Oh.
That’s why he was staring. He lets out a shaky breath at his vivid imagination, placing the plate in the sink because he doesn’t trust himself with holding it. Mike only smiles mischievously in response. “Mike!” he scolds—stutters, “You— you can’t just say that.”
“I’ve been thinking about it all damn day.” Hands on his waists dig into his skin—
Wheeler’s hands—
his eyes fluttering shut with a small whimper. Will is melting into his ministrations, knowing there’s other people in the house but he can’t help but press into him. “I’d love to see you cry in it when we get home.”
Mike’s voice bittersweet voice is luring him into a drunk state— eyes hazy as he presses into the counter of the sink. He has half the mind to fuck the campaign and have Mike just take him right here over the sink.
Instead he just nods, “Yeah.” His voice cracks in between. His face is all red as Mike let’s him push himself off the counter.
“Let’s go , they’re probably wondering where we are.” Cheeky Bastard.
He can only think about his boyfriend’s stupid hands and voice when they sit back down at the table.
He’s only half paying attention for the rest of their trip for hours, going in and out of his mind and only humming and nodding whenever someone asks him something with the occasional comment on his action. Because Mike has his stupid hand on thigh pretending like he hadn’t said anything to him while they were in the kitchen. Mike kissing him Mike’s hand on his thigh Mike’s—
“—Will?”
A voice cuts off the thoughts. His mind registers back into the game. “You good?” Someone asks.
“I’m fine, sorry, what is the situation?” he asks, mind back into the game where everyone was staring at him waiting for his action.
“Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t look too hot.” Mike asks, a glint of mischief in his eyes as his hand trails up his thigh. There’s murmurs of agreements except for the red head who gives an unimpressed look around the table and Will grits his teeth in frustrated because Mike is such a bastard.
“I’m fine,” he repeats, sending a glare towards his boyfriend next to him who gives a small small in return.
“I’ll go take him out. Probably from sitting too long.” He takes Wills hand with his and drags him into the hallway. lips press against him his lips the second they get to the hallway, Will pinned against the wall, who stifles a gasp at the attention.
They’re both trying to stifle sounds, small noises arising from both their throats as they shove eachother’s tongues into their mouth like some couple making out in a highschool hallway. Mike holds onto his baggy shirt, a guilty pleasure he has found in himself since he’s seen Will in that shirt. He’s always worn shirts that he could tuck into his pants so seeing this brought out a different type of Mike. He hears Will gasp into his lips when he sighs.
“Oh fuck me,” Will whimpers, craning his head to let the taller press wet kisses down his neck and collarbone, nibbling at the skin that is left exposed from the loose shirt he was wearing, and he can feel his stupid dork of a boyfriend press a smile into his skin.
“You guys good?!” a Voice calls down from the main area, the duo freezing and not daring to make a move; Mike’s hands on his waist and teeth dug into skin and Will’s mouth parted open in a silent moan, hand scrunching up into Mike’s white shirt.
“Ye-ah,” Will calls back, his voice breaking in between syllables that the freckled one snickers silently. “Just not feeing too well.” So they left. With a half assed excuse of Will being sick and having to fake it till they made it, the brunette having to look unsteady and hazy in the eyes. Which he was but that was for an entirely different reason. He just hoped there were no marks left on his skin. Somehow, most of them managed to believe them and they got to leave scott free but they both knew they would be in deep shit if the Dungeon Master found out they were leaving just to have sex. To which Will flexed his hands on his jeans on the drive home just at the thought of it.
The D&D table stretched out before them, littered with makeshift trees and action figures layered with grease from all their greasy hands touching stuff. Max perched his head on his palm, leaning over to observe the board further. Dustin tossed his head back and groaned.
“We’re never going to finish this now that they’re gone.” He groans. “Will was our most powerful one! Now he’s sick and it’s going to probably take a more than expected.”
Max rolls her eyes with a scoff as the door shuts close and they were left with minus two people in the party.
“What?” Lucas asks her.
“Will isn’t sick. They’re probably going to have sex or something Mike was all up on him like a dog.” Max grumbles; They all look at her incredulously, “What? I’m right. There’s no way you guys actually thought he was sick. They were literally eye fucking eachother the whole day.”
The dungeon master seethes, cracking his knuckles. “They’re so dead next meeting.”
“What?” Eleven asks in the midst of the silence.
The moment the door opened they were on eachother, grabbing and groping anything they can see. The trip up to the bedroom was messy and uncalculated with light humor— lips messily bumping into one another while the two bump into corners of their shared apartment with breathless giggles and laughs. Will feels like a teenager, the first time he had a tongue in his mouth he had no idea what he was doing and it feels like that right now— Mike holding his hips and driving him into every corner that existed in the house to their shared room. “Mike—“ he gasps into Michael’s lips while he struggles to open the door with one and hand and Will leaning against it.
Michael wraps his hand around the boys waist, feeling lightheaded as he pushed his tongue into his boyfriend’s mouth and pushing him until Will’s knees hit the back of their bed, a grunt spilling from his mouth when he collapses on it. Will is the first one to pull back with saliva all over his mouth, a series of giggles and laughter trickling out. “Eddie’s going to be so mad at us.” Before pressing his lips back onto him. The mattress groans under their joint weight.
“Keep this on.” ‘This’ as in the Hellfire shirt his body adorns. “I told you I wanted to fuck you in it.”
Will flushes. Mike bends over him, and the brunette breathes as he anticipates another kiss, yearning desperately for his lips up against his in their own dance. Instead for what he was expecting— a kiss to the lips that will lead to their tongues in one anothers mouth Mike turns his head and kisses his jaw, then the soft of his pulse, then lower on his neck. And oh. Will back arches up as he sucks a bruise into his skin and lowers the full weight of his body onto him.
And it’s hot, burning, yearning pleasure when their hips make contact.
Will’s breath hitches, rolling his head into the sheets to allow the mouth on him to get the most of his neck that is kissing and sucking his skin right under his Adam’s apple, gentle and meticulous where he puts them. He swallows thickly.
He pushed his shirt up and traced the ridges between his defined stomach and brought his other hand up to twist his nipple between his fingers. It pulled a high pitched whine from the younger, who squirmed just a little, burying his face into the crumpled sheets. It was so easy to get him worked up. He continued to play with his nipples until the nubs were hard and slightly puffy, and Mike was mouthing wetly at his throat
“Off,” Will croaks, pushing him up and away. “Take it off.” Mike finds it endearing the way his hands shake as he tries to take off his belt and the way he’s asking him to help him.
“So pretty.” Mike’s hands find home to Will’s belt, helping him unbuckle it and slide it out of the loops of his pants. As well as helping him unbutton and unzip his pants, to which Will had gladly shimmied out of them until they rested down at his knees. “Already so worked up.” There’s already a wet patch on William’s boxers and his cock painfully hard against it.
Will hissed, legs fighting against Mikes, back arching as he tried to thrust up when he dragged a finger along the wet spot. Mike’s free arm pushed his hips down, lips nipping at his ear as a gentle reprimand. “Mike.” he hisses out. There’s a small laugh before the black haired finally gives mercy and helps him slide off his boxers.
“You’re so pretty Will.” He compliments, just admiring how pretty his boyfriend is laid out before him. He leans down to kiss him again.
so needy in such a short amount of time. As they kissed, Michael took the opportunity to wrap his fingers around Will’s cock and give it a few good pumps. “F-Fuck, fuck.” The younger jolted as if he had been shocked, surprised as he looked down and the boys hand was engulfing his dick, in a mantra of up and down and the lewd sight making him flush even hardsr a strangled moan escaping his lips as his head dropped onto the bed sheets again, entire body thrumming and shaking with arousal.
“Yeah? Is it good?” He gets a furious nod in return.
He used his other hand to press his palm against the weeping head of his cock, rubbing it incessantly as he continued to pump his length with his other hand until he was hearing high pitched and quick moans from him. William lost it, gasping loudly and squirming wildly, legs kicking out and hands gripping onto the cream sheets below him. “Fuck, Mike s-stop, stopstopstop I’m gonna come,” he panted, lifting his hips down into the sheets and actually trying to pull his cock out of the devious grasp.
“Why? don’t you want to come?”
Will shakes his head, hands and breath shaky, “Want to come with you inside me.” he whispers and fuck doesn’t that make Mike flush.
The older stares, letting go of him and nodding. “I can do that, we don’t have any lube though…” his voice trails off.
“I dont care. We’ll just use spit.” Will responds as if he didn’t just say the most vulgar words someone couldn’t imagine him saying. Especially with how low his voice is now. Mike never wants to say it but Will always sounds so good whenever they have sex, his voice being lower than his but can still force out the most angelic noises from his throat. “Let me suck.” He states bluntly and Mike flushes when he takes his hand and sticks his fingers into his mouth and sucks.
The black haired is agape, watching Will suck on his fingers and feeling the wet sensation of his tongue slide through his fingers and the squelch was disgusting to him but it was him and his stupid doe eyes that look up to him as if he isn’t doing this. His digits wiggle into the boys mouth, shoving them to the third knuckle and watching Will just take it with tears beginning to spring in the corner of his eyes.
Mike gives gives gives and Will takes takes takes. “You like sucking my fingers Byers?” He asks, giving another shove into the boy’s throat, feeling his throat constrict before he gags and pulls out his mouth.
Green eyes glared, heaving and spit dribbling down his cherry swollen lips. The ravenette is obsessed. “They tasted like doritos from a few hours ago.”
Mike laughs, the sound is angelic and full of love that he softens up. His spit hand trailing down his quivering thighs, rounding his rim and gently tracing over it, feeling Will trying to suck him in while he prods before pushing in one finger. “Just adds more flavor.”
Will groans in annoyance, “You’re suck a dick.”
“I’m your dick. “ Mike smiles sweetly, rubbing his chest and sides in comfort. “Good?”
“It feels like there’s a finger in me.” He states bluntly, even though there’s the slight burn of a stretch becayse they unfortunately don’t have lube. Lube was strange. There’s no other way around it. It’s wet and slick and foreign. But this is spit Feeling himself open up around a finger is fucking weird, too, and it never makes him get grossed out by it. The thought makes him clench around them and drawn out groan is heard above.
“I can feel you tightening around me.” Mike says, bending down and nuzzling the brunettes neck.
“Don’t say that,” Will croaks, “It’s embarassing.” Humiliated is more of the word. He’s flushed with embarrassment and it doesn’t help that the love of his life Michael Wheeler is in between his legs and has a finger in his ass.
Without warning, he stuffs three fingers into the boy beneath him, which makes the younger man cry out, head thudding against the headboard of their bed. Mike’s fingers are longer, better, faster, they never fail to make him twist and squirm and he loves them and how they fill him up. Wills’ eyes widen like saucers, a doe-eyed deer caught in the headlights. If you ask how many times he would compliment Mike’s hands it would be more than enough. He always likes to hold his hand or hold them and admire them while they’re sitting together or waiting for something.
The brunette shakes his head and moans suddenly as the fingers jab at his prostate, then against his walls instead. Tears spring to his eyes, “Again, again, please,”
Mike massages the small area, and Will convulses with a loud moan, thighs shaking erratically and his eyes flutter shut, “There” Stupid Mike shifts his fingers away and massages the wrong spot. “Somewhere else?”, tears threaten to spill from his eyes as Mike hits his prostate dead-on. Michael has the nerve to laugh at him, a laugh trickling within his pale throat and popping on Will’s ruined neck.
“There— there,” he pleads when he presses against it again, he whimpers high and Will feels a burning in his abdomen, rising higher and higher each time his digits press against his prostate and oh my godWill is going to come he’s going to come on nothing but Mike’s fingers. He babbles mindlessly, back arching and trying to alert Mike that he is quite literally going to cum. He can’t speak words, they’re heavy on his tongue and they won’t come out even if he tried.
“—nn, com—come-“
“What, baby?” Mike whispered as the shorter chokes out a warning. He knew damn well what Will warned him of. So he thrusted his fingers in and out of him harder and faster. He needed to hear him say it. “Tell me or I’ll take them away.”
“I’m cumming—” he choked out, the press against his spot and there was nothing Mike could do to prevent it. Right when he rose himself up more and looked down to pull his fingers away, warm fluid covered them and a tight clench of Will’s rim that didn’t let him pull out. Mike gasped and pushed his fingers in faster than before the shorter gasped out a choked moan before he screamed out his release and his hands searched for something to hold on to. His hands scrambled onto the shoulders of Mike, digging indents into his skin while he held on for dear life as stars shunned across his vision. He was heaving and panting quick breaths by the end.
“Jesus Christ Will.” Mike breathes in time with him as if he was the one who just had the earth shattering orgasm. Because it honestly felt like it seeing Will’s green eyes roll into his skull. “That was so hot.” His eyebrows are furrowed, brushing his hand across his cheek to make Will look at him, who is looking at him through hazy eyes and with so much affection and adoration.
“Hey, you still want to go on?” The reassuring voice and it’s that voice that he always uses on nobody else but him lulls him back into reality. It’s soft and it’s a bit high pitched but he loves it because it so full of fondness. Mike could just jerk off to the thought of his boyfriend laid across the bed. It’s no worry if he didn’t want to go. But Will only nods, pushing his face into his hand—just the confirmation he needs for Mike going, taking his fingers out and standing up.
The boy above him starts to take off his pants, unbuckling his belt and Will watches him with heaving breaths and tower over him, an audible spit coming him him and he can only imagine that he’s stroking himself with his spit slicked hand. The dull press of something presses against him and he just knows what it is, bracing himself for the burn. “Just tell me if I have to stop. Okay?” A hand reaches up to rub at the boy’s cheek, which William all so willingly leans into with a small smile.
“Just go slow. Please?” he whispers, eyes fluttering close. They haven’t had sex in a while. Or any type of sexual activity, which led his mind to go into a hazed state of anything possible when he’s alone and pleasuring himself wishing it was the other with small sounds of Mike’s name echoing through the halls at night.
Will’s cheeks are smeared with liquid fondness and pretty pink flush, eyebrows furrowed and jaw agape when he starts to push in through the first rim, a shaky breath and his legs opening wider to accommodate. “It’s okay, I got you.” He murmurs words of reassurement as he keep pushing and pushing and fuck Will thinks. Is it going to stop? Will’s eyes are screwed shut and his head turned to the side, hands digging into his own palms by the time freckled thighs hit the back of his own. Mike cups Will’s cheek in one hand and gently turns his face forward, thumbing away the tears gathered in his long lashes. “You okay?”
Will eyes fall close. It’s a moment of blissful quiet amongst the sea of feelings inside him. It’s futile to describe the incomparable completeness that Mike only feels inside of Byers. “Yeah, you can move” he whispers.
There’s a pause. It seems like eternity until the boy on top of him figures out what he wants to do. Mikes hips pull back and snap forward, cutting through the tight muscles that try to lock away and relent to him anyway, adrenaline making his hands shake, his chest heave. It’s perfect. Has always been this perfect and awful and undeniable.
Will is so tight, he forgot how it felt to fuck his boyfriend. They switch, a lot. But they haven’t done any penetration in a while. Blowjobs there, handjobs there, just making out in general. Mike forgot how good Will felt, his eyes squeezing shut and forcing him not to fuck the shit out of Will Byers and let him see fireworks and make him cum again and again and again until he his spent. Instead he slowly thrusts into him, letting Will adjust to the pace he’s setting.
They fell into a slow but steady rhythm, Mike thrusting softly and Will just barely raising his hips above the bed to meet him. He’s letting out small and quiet noises that fill the white noise in the room.
Eventually it isn’t enough to fill Will’s desperate desire for more while his stomach starts to have familiar warmth again. He wiggles impatiently while Mike holds his hips and forces him to go at the stride he wants to. The cock inside him is dragging through his hot walls and sucking him back him like it never wants to leave. He hunches over, pressing his lips against Will as he’s making noises between breaths. It’s sloppy, messy.
“Mike, mike I need you to go faster, please?” Will rushed out in a quiet voice on the ravenettes lips, his eyes screwed shut and his bottom lip between his teeth.
Mike only nods, watches with wondrous dark eyes and swollen lips, hands on narrow hips grabbing tighter that make the shirt ride up on his stomach to expose flawless skin and forcing them in a dance of up and down. Each thrust meeting the underside of his thighs with a lewd slap. Will’s eyes blow wide as saucers, mouth dropping open, shoulders tensing as the friction inside of him increases impossibly fast. His back slides against the rumpled sheets with each brutal thrust, his back rising and stomach turning with nothing but over-pouring arousal like hot water being boiled over.
Another thrust, aimed into the right spot because it’s like an avalanche. It’s crashing down on him because Mike knows him all too well because Will has always been naturally loud, his all too loud moans are natural when he pistons in but one second he’s moaning with an occasional curse and the second that spot is being jabbed again and again and again and Will can’t stop writhing, shivering and letting out god awful and embarrassing sounds and oh my god he can’t shut up. His mouth is like a river, it just keeps flowing and flowing with embarassing cries. “Oh my— oh my god-”he cries, “don’t st— mm, don’t stop Mike.”
And Mike doesn’t stop ( how could he? )— no it just seems to encourage him from the squeeze of his hips and thrusts into too good. Too fucking fast. Too fucking hard and he’s whispering to him the sweetest of praises and looking at all the reactions he makes with starstruck awe with the boy beneath him, at the way tears were dripping down his cheeks and his mouth was parted in a silent gasp, his lips rose red Mike felt like he’d reached euphoria just watching him. He fucked his boyfriend deeper, with purpose, jolting the headboard and causing Will to cry out in pleasure and tip his head back with a thud against the pillow.
his pelvis so tight he doesn’t know when it’s ever gonna unwind, but that’s good, too—that’s good, his head so far back he can see the headboard when he looks through fucked eyes.
It’s never enough. Because Mike is fucking into him so deep that every thrust has him melting into the sheets, a punched out breath forcefully leaves him, his body riding up against the bed that his head starts to bump into the headboard. He’s almost there— Will can feel it it’s at his fingertips he can— “God Will, you feel so good. You’re so pretty just taking it.” There.
Suddenly the brush against his prostate becomes too much and the hands on his waist his breaths are coming in high pants, because he’s so close. “Too much!” Will sobs as his prostate is jabbed again and again and again, tears running down his cheeks and squeezing his legs together to try to stop it oncoming waves of pleasure that will come crashing down any second. Unfortunate how Mike is the thing in between his legs that’s preventing him. “Too much!”
“You can always tell me to stop,” Mike reminds him, understanding how sensitive he gets when he’s about to cum. The first time they did the deed it was full of caution and fear of hurting one another, afraid of pushing boundaries and Mike was so worried that he might have hurt the brunette until the younger finally told him he gets really sensitive. (‘Will are you okay?’ Mike asked in a desperate voice, cupping his face and eyes glossed over when Will shivered and writhed against the sheets in overstimulation.) By the way the short haired boy’s breath quickens and the way his nails digs into Mike’s shoulders tell him nothing but ectasy is flowing through the crevices of his body. “Come on Will, come for me.”
The tight coil in his stomach snaps, leaving nothing pure rapture to spill “g-gonna come, d-don’t stop— ah shit— please don’t stop.” The boy babbles mindlessly, olive eyes rolling to the back of his head when one last rough thrust pressing up against his prostate does it. His back archs in a bow against Mike’s chest, letting a heaving exhale leave. His thighs shake, but he can’t stop. He rocks back into the thick cock opening him up. The freckled boys hands shift to either side of his ass, holding him open, and it’s lewd and filthy, but it makes Will moan like a fucking slut.
Oh my god that’s the most hardest time he’s came in his life.
“Oh, There you go, i’ve got you. Such a good boy Will.” Mike coos, rubbing reassuring circles his unblemished skin as Will coats his stomach with thick liquid for a second time this night with hiccups and cries—still thrusting but not as intense as before. It’s deep and long, by the way he pulls his hips out and in like they had all the time in the world. Just assisting in riding the others orgasm out.
When Will finally comes too, salty tears ruining his vision all while they slip down, his Paladin is still thrusting inside him. A whimper and a twitch at the afterschocks of his orgasm when his spot keeps gets brushed lightly. Because Mike is still going.
“Mike..” he protests, No signs of stopping and it makes his body burn because there’s already the beginning of a tight coil in his abdomen again that will make his soft and limp dick stand at the unwanted attention. His rim flutters, gently, pleasantly when Mike thrusts in again. He’s gonna be so sore. Fuck, yes.
“You can give me one more, can’t you baby?” The last time he ever came multiple times in one sitting was the last time they both had sex. Which—well. That was a while ago, too, and—oh god—he thinks he’s falling apart, when he nods at Mike’s question and he’s picking up the right pace again until his cock brushes and abuses that spot and he—he thinks his entire body might be electrocuted with the way he sobs and squirms away and twitches at the overfilling sensation of ecstasy that’s licking up his spine with no mercy when he tries to gasp for air. Gasp for air that’s coming in quick breaths and he’s starting to lightheaded and his touches feels like fire trailing down his body in burning lines.
Mike’s keeps brushing against his sore prostate and he can’t even hear what Mike is saying right now because he’s underwater. All Mike’s words; his praises his dirty whispers in his ears are all drowned out and his throat is frayed, mind electrocuted and limbs trembling around Mike. He doesn’t even know whats coming out his mouth anymore— ugly moans and high pitched mewls.
He feels like he’s fuckin melting.
God, he’s gonna come. He’s gonna come on Mike’s fucking cock. It’s only been less than two minutes since he started
He’s gonna fucking come again—
he’s—
“Mike— i’m going to— ah! going to cum again—“ His cries echoes throughout the room, loud and whiny as new tears spilling down from his lachrymals and onto his already sticky and stained and wet cheeks. His voice is airy and high pitched—his throat hurts and its wrung up tight and gasping for air like he had just ran a marathon. From all the embarassing noises that Mike finds so endearing to all the cries and sobbing he has done and his hair.
His hair
He doesn’t even want to talk about it. Strands are sticking up and in random placed and they stick to his forehead from all the sweat he had accumulated during their so fun activities. How could the boy above him think he was ever good looking like this? With tears in his eyes and wet cheeks and fucked up hair. It was like running a marathon.
Marathon of sex. He thinks increduosly. And it’s all because he’s in love with a dork who surprisingly is good at sex named Mike fucking Wheeler.
“Yeah?” Michael breathes, it’s shaky and his thrusts are getting sloppy and more uncoordinated but the way his voice is— so raspy and so sexy he guesses it will make up for that. “Going to make a mess for me again? Should have let you wear that shirt a long time ago if you I knew you looked so fucking hot in it,” A thrust, a heaving gasp and mewl. “Almost bent you over the table and just took you there when we were at the sink. You would have liked that wouldn’t you?.” When did Mike get so good at talking like that? Will’s breathing hiccups at the dirty talk not noticing that Mike hands were trailing down.
Down his thighs.
Down his hips.
Down and —Wheeler’s hand on his sweet cherry red cock. The sudden action made the younger a wailing moaning mess ,the contact of Mike’s long and slender hands on him— his hips twitching erratically into Mike’s hand when he starts stroking the head with precise motions sent waves of pure euphoria invading every sense that the younger had. His hands tremble violently and his breath is stuck in small hiccups. Fuck Mike. Fuck him because he knows his body so well that only a twist of his wrist encasing the enflamed head has him arching his back with unrefined elegance.
“Mike—“
A third time, enough to send fireworks dancing across his vision in the form of hot tears, enough for his body to tense up and his nails to dig crescents into blemished shoulders and his teeth to dig into his lip he can almost taste blood and he can feel his eyes cross before they roll up into the back of his head from the overwhelming pleasure. His breath hitches in a silent moan and he’s pretty sure only little spurts come out this time but it’s still more as intense as his previous one and his hips can’t stop thrusting up into Mike’s hand who’s not doing anything but holding it and let Will thrust into his hand. This time his legs didn't stop trembling after the sensation died down as he chases the sensation until his hips got tired. The more Mike kept going, the more overwhelming the pleasure got. Will had some experience with being overstimulated, maybe a little bit then some. So he didn't think he'd get this overwhelmed this fast.
“Mike…st— stop..” he croaks, taking his hand off the boys shoulder to push his thigh away when he thrusts in again.
As said before, he stops almost immediately. “Too much?” He whispers quietly, thumbing his hips again. “Want me to pull out?” and he does with carefulness after a small ‘please’ emits from the boy under him. It only punches out a small whimper from Will after he pulls out—he’s done heaving for air from his intense release. his shallow breathing accompanied by a blissed-out look made Wheeler wanna take a picture- anything to immortalize this moment. Byers would be too embarrassed though. instead, he pulled his hips back gently until he was fully unsheathed from his partner, Mike gets up from the bed, figuring he could just jerk off late at night when Will is sleeping when there’s a gentle hand grabbing his wrist.
“Want you to finish too,” he whispers, tugging the older back into bed.
Mike raises his eyebrows and lets Will’s weak grasp lull him back into bed.
Oh. “Can you hold your legs together for me?” He murmurs, already grabbing the underside of Will’s legs to pick up and lift. Will weakly nods, bringing his arms to hook under his knees and pull until his thighs were up.
Mike almost forgets how to breath.
The brunette looks so delicious. From his dazed and fogged up eyes and dried tear traxks on his cheeks and his swollen rim and all the marks he had laid previous to their night he looks like a proper meal. He would do anything to have his cock into that tight heat again, the eye rolling pleasure and the quick breaths that made him feel so good. It’s like he’s presenting to him and when those green eyes looks up he looks like a puppy waiting for a treat. A treat he will most certainly give. A proper Vixen that’s is ready for his prey and the Hellfire Shirts just tops it off.
“Do you know how much I love your thighs?” Will hears Mike say, a shift and suddenly the male is on top of him and pushing his wet cock in between two plush muscles. He moans quietly at the pressure, adjusted his hips once more and pressed his thighs together, earning him a sweet gasp from his boyfriend. The friction of cock against the soft skin on the inside of his thighs starts driving Will crazy barely a minute into it. He whimpers,enjoying the pleasured buzz he receives in his head and the slight sting whenever Mike’s thighs hits the back of his.
He can tell he was getting close, the sloppy thrusts and shaky breaths everytime he moves his hips in and the grip that he has on his legs that will surely leave marks. Angelic, beautiful, his love. Eyeing him for a brief moment, thrusting in between his thighs, the wet slide easy with the combined mess of their previous activity. They both moan in time, Mike from the sweet, sweet pressure of friction and the sweet release he’s chasing for as heat builds in his abdomen in a quick climb and Will from the still pleasant aftershocks. He clenches his thighs tighter, ripping a desperate sound from Mike.
“Oh my god” The boy pressing his legs together lets out a breathless laugh. “I love you so much, Fuck— i’m close.”
“Come on Mike,” Will encourages, tightening his thighs impossibly tighter, “Come for me please.” A white thread snaps in his stomach and Mike swears his vision turns white Mike stills with a loud moan and curse, spilling on sumptuous legs with shaky hands still holding onto Will. Cumming between your beloveds shaky thighs after you fucked the living shit out of him is the best feeling and fills Mike with a sense of pride building in his chest. He slumps onto Will’s chest after he releases his legs with an undignified croak. Eventually his orgam subsided, appreciating the serotonin rush that came with his orgasm. He hunches over the smaller, burrowing his face into the neck and shoulder juncture of the boy under him all while massaging his hips, which he figured had to be sore from all the grabbing had been done.
“I can’t feel my legs and my ass hurts.” Will croaks, burying his hands into black hair and stroking through it.
“Yeah, definitely going to be sore tomorrow.” he comments, “If you fall asleep I’ll kill you,” Mike says drowsily into his skin after there’s no response. “You’re covered in jizz.”
“Don’t call it jizz , you animal, have some respect.” Will groans, rubbing his face still has the energy to sound scandalized, groaning as he lifts himself up on his arms to force Mike to get up again and leave his lovely abode he had made in between Will’s thighs. “Oh, actually- yeah. Ew. I just cleaned this shirt too.”
“I can clean it.” He says, taking two fingers and scooping up some of the cum off his thighs.
“You’re disgusting.” he giggles, playfully pushing his shoulder away.
“I dunno, you’re pretty into it, oh! Mike! i’m cumming! oh.” Mike mocks with incredibly dramatic and drawn out high moans, lightly slapping the male’s ass cheek before crawling off the bed and showing off his cummy fingers. “God, you have such a cute butt.”
“Stay away from it.” the brunette snaps, covering his bottom from any more assault while he watches the other go get water and towels. Their basic care after they have intense sex like this.
Mike comes back with water bottles and a wet towel to wipe down all the tears and sweat and cum on both of them. And if his hips twitch or Will whimpers whenever the freckled male brushes the wet towel over his sensitive parts they don’t say anything, even though Mike let’s a little smile cross his face and a reassuring hand brush across his skin. This is what Mike has done to him. A twitching and whimpering mess at the slightest contact.
A pair of new sweats, shirts and all the twitching and quivering had finally ceased with reassuring touches and half dranken water bottles later on the nightstand they lay in bed together, Will spooning Mike with his hands wrapped around his mid section after Will had whined about not wanting to shower because it was too difficult to do anything. He was always clingy and demanding in these after-moments, which led to Will holding him because he couldn’t deny the boy after he demanded it since Mike had done all the work. It’s fine. Wheeler thinks, snuggling closer tthe boy behind him who hums in response. We can just shower in the morning. The atmosphere of hot and the smell you know when you walk in that someone was definitely just having sex started to dissipate and settle into a more comfortable and soothing one.
“I love you so much.” Mike mumbled in the midst of silence while they were cuddling. Will smiles, and places small kisses of affection on his pale neck from the back. Wherever his lips can reach on his neck will be covered in his kisses, pleased at the small hum he gains in response in front of him. “You’re so perfect.”
“I love you more,” Will whispers back tiredly on his skin, squeezing his arms around him. He yawns. “I’m not explaining why we had to leave early to Eddie. That’s on you.”
“Shit.”
And if Will laughs at Mike because he has to hear the cursing words and disbelief in Eddie’s rant the next day about how inappropriate it was for them to leave to fuck, they don’t say anything about it. But the fond smile the taller gives him is enough. It’s crazy. Will Byers thinks as his eyes heavy finally shut and lull him to sleep with the hold of his boyfriend in his arms. Crazy that it started with a stupid shirt Mike tried to throw away.