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It was over half and hour long. The footage was surprisingly steady, each sound captured so well that you could even hear the sound of fabric shifting on the bed.
Right from the start of the video, Mike and Will were in the middle of going at it, rough, wet, Will moaning and whimpering as he bounced from each thrust. Mike was holding the phone, recording, so the whole thing was from his point of view. The only way anyone could tell it was Mike at all was the way Will kept chanting “Mike, Mike, Mike” as he was fucked.
And damn, was Will getting fucked. He still had his clothes on — a cute pastel yellow mini skirt that was obscenely flipped up over to expose his cunt and the cock thrusting into it, a white button-up that was undone all the way, barely clinging to his shoulders, and thigh-high socks with cute blue ribbons that looked good on his legs and around Mike’s waist. He looked damn good; sounded good, too.
Mike grunted, then chuckled. His free hand gripped Will’s waist, right above the waistline of his skirt. Will blearily looked up at him, finally noticing the phone. He whined and screwed his eyes shut, looking away with pink-tinted ears. “Oh my god, are you recording?” He asked, moaning in surprise when Mike gave a harsh thrust.
“You look so fucking good, baby,” Mike purred, one hand running over his ruined shirt, over his nipples.
Will whined, then pulled down the hem of his skirt to try and hide his pussy — as if it was going to do anything. “Mi—”
Mike pushed his hand away, flipping the skirt back up and shoving the camera down to get a good view of his cock going in and out of his cunt. Off-screen, Will was whimpering, but the sound was barely audible over the wet, dirty slap of skin. After a few seconds, the phone was brought up again, and the screen was filled with Will pouting and bouncing on the bed again.
“Smile for the camera baby.”
Will looked away in embarrassment
“You really look good, y’know.” Mike’s voice was still husky and teasing, but there was a genuine softness to it, and Will seemed to catch it.
“Do I?” He asked, breathless, starry-eyed.
“Yeah, baby.” His hand went up Will’s body, groping hip, his waist, his nipple, then down the valley of his chest. He shoved the shirt aside to expose more of his skin, then groped that, too. “Look at this. You’re so fucking sexy.”
“Mmm.” Will gasped, then the camera flicked to his flushed face. “Kiss me?”
The screen was a blur of movement, then it was all black from the way it fell onto the bed, forgotten for a moment, but it still picked up the sound of their kiss. One kiss turned to two, then three, then Will and Mike moaned and there were more sucking noises.
“Ah, Mike,” Will’s soft voice filtered through. Mike grunted, then the sound of skin slapping skin grew a little louder, a little faster. There was the rustling of clothes, then Mike was moaning, long and deep. “C’mere, baby, fuck.” They were kissing again, and while they made out Will let out this sweet, sinful, voice-cracking moan at the same time there was an exceptionally loud thrust.
“Oh, fuck, do that again.”
Mike was breathing hard. “Felt good?”
“Mhmm.”
Another loud thrust, then Mike swore under his breath. Will gasped, then giggled.
“Oh, god yeahhh.” Mike groaned.
“You feel really good. Mmmm.”
The phone was picked up again, and the screen was back on track, showing Will in all his debauched glory. “Make that face again baby.”
“What?” Will asked breathlessly, eyes looking straight at the camera but not really seeing. When clarity seeped back into his gaze, he glared weakly, cheeks a pretty pink. “Nggh this is embarrassing”
Mike chuckled. He picked up his thrusts suddenly, ramming his cock in his pussy so fast that Will whined and gripped the sheets. His chest bounced like tits from the rough thrusts, and Mike’s big hand grabbed them and squeezed. “Like that, baby?” The phone was angled to catch Will’s open mouth and screwed eyes.
“Oomf, fffuck, Mike, shit,” Will sobbed quietly. He opened his eyes, his pupils eating most of his irises. His gaze darted from the phone in his face to over it, to Mike above him. Fuck, he looked good, actually; looking up at the guy fucking him like a slutty bottom. “Mike, mm, you—aahhn.”
“There we go,” Mike hummed with a smile. His knuckles brushed Will’s blushing cheek, and the latter nuzzled him like a bunny. “Look at that face. Fucking look at you.” His hand suddenly opened and gripped Will’s jaw; from sweetly caressing to holding his lover’s face down, forcing him to look straight at him. “Look at me, Will.”
A few tears slipped from Will’s pretty hazel eyes, but he didn’t break eye contact with him even when Mike picked up the pace again. Will’s fluffy chestnut brown hair bounced over his brow, on the pillow behind his head, but his gaze was steady. He bit his bottom lip and moaned, and Mike shifted his thumb from under Will’s jaw to his chin, pulling the trapped lip free from his teeth. Will only managed a little sigh before Mike shoved that thumb past his lips, past his teeth, and petted his tongue. So obedient, so sweet, Will closed his lips around him and started sucking and licking him, humming when Mike’s remaining fingers closed around his left jaw, holding him still as if he was ever gonna go anywhere.
“You're so good for me,” Mike breathed, sounding like he was in love. He pressed his thumb down, forcing Will’s mouth open. His thumb pressed again his tongue, made it stick out and wrap around the digit. When Mike pulled back just a little, Will’s head followed, not wanting to separate from him, then Mike shoved his head back down the pillow and pushed his thumb back in his mouth
“Yeah, just like that suck on it like it’s my cock.” Mike groaned, angling the phone again so it showed their crotches. Mike switched to slow, deep swings of his hips, making sure the camera caught the slick, long drag of his cock in that pussy. “You’re so fucking dirty. You’re getting my sheets all wet, baby. Fuck, look at that.” Will’s thighs twitched, his left leg adjusting on Mike’s waist just slightly, so sensually, letting him hit it deeper. “Fuck. Mmmm.”
He moved the phone lower, probably trying to get an angle of his balls hitting Will’s ass, or maybe a wet stain on his sheets like he was talking about, but the screen was mostly black and dark, shoved too close to really catch anything. Then there was a thump and the screen was all black again, yet again forgotten as Mike thrusted faster for a few seconds, making Will moan.
There was a wet gasp, then Will was able to talk again. “Aaaah, fuck, Mike. Harder.”
“Mm. Fuck.”
Will let out a whine that tapered off into a little giggle. “Feel so full, you’re so big”
Mike picked up the phone again, showing their crotches thrusting together. Mike’s hand was gripping Will’s skirt, rolled tight in his fist. Then, Will’s hand came into view, fingers rubbing at his own clit.
“Yeah, baby, you look good doing that.”
“You make me feel so good, Mike.”
“I’ll make you come soon, baby. Hold on.” Mike pulled Will’s hand away from his clit, making the other whine, but he was soon tensing and crying out when Mike’s thumb pressed circles over his clit. His thighs trembled, his hips thrusted forwards and sidewards, like he didn’t know if he wanted more or if he wanted to get away.
“Mike! Mike, wait ahhh!” Will cried, lower body rolling desperately with no sure direction.
“Shh, shh, take it, baby, take it. Come on.” When Will twisted his hips, Mike’s hand followed, persistently massaging into his clit. Will sobbed, his legs kicking weakly and thighs clamping and sliding over Mike’s waist, while Mike kept thrusting into him. When Mike shifted his hand so he could circle his clit from a lower angle, Will jumped and grabbed his wrist with both hands, crying anew, but Mike didn’t relent. If anything, he went faster, rougher, and Will couldn’t do a damn thing about it, couldn’t clamp his hand between his thighs because of his waist and couldn’t squirm away. He could only lie there, take the cock in his pussy and his thumb on his clit.
“Almost—” Will gasped and cried again. “Almost there—”
“Yeah, come, Will. Come. Come. Show me your face.”
“Don’t record it, it’s embaras—” Will whined, but the screen didn’t show what Mike had just done. “Mike! Mike! Mike! Fuck!”
“Yeah, yeah , come on, baby, come. Come for me. That’s it, be a good slut.”
Will threw back his head, sobbing, his whole body trembling from his orgasm. The phone went a little nuts at the first second, like Mike couldn’t decide if he wanted to record his face or his body or his pussy, but then it settled on Will’s face, capturing the tears running down his cheek, his cute open mouth, and furrowed eyebrows. When it settled, Will was panting hard, eyes slowly opening to meet the camera.
“Gorgeous.”
“Hmm.” Will looked past the phone. “Kiss.”
This time, when Mike leaned his body down, he tried to hold the phone to record their sloppy kiss. He succeeded for the most part, although it was at a weird angle and you could only see Will’s face, their lips locking, and Mike’s nose. Despite that, it caught the way Mike’s tongue swiped at Will’s mouth before disappearing between his lips. When they parted, there was a line of spit connecting them, and Mike wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He rose and brought the phone up with him, showing their crotches; Mike’s dick was still inside him, but they were soaked. Mike’s hand gently kneaded Will’s hip.
“You think you can handle me eating you out for a little while?”
“You didn’t come yet, though.”
Mike’s thumb idly pulled Will’s labia a little to show off how much he was stretching around Mike’s still-hard cock. “Mm. M’gonna keep fucking you.”
Will’s hand brushed against his between his legs. “Fuck.” Then, his fingers wrapped around Mike’s length that wasn’t all inside his pussy, making Mike groan. “Fuck, how are you still so hard.”
“Can’t get enough of you.” To prove his point, he thrusted forward a little, and Will gasped.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Can I keep fucking you?”
“Yeah, ah. Give me a minute, though.”
“Yeah, I wanna eat you out a little.”
“Okay.”
A blur of movement.
“Hand me your phone, I’ll hold it.”
More movement, and then the phone was settled and it was looking down Will’s body. From this new angle, it was Will's belly button downwards, and Mike was kneeling on the floor, dark hair peeking from between his legs. There was a desk and a chair behind Mike, a white wall. Mike pulled Will by his thighs until his ass was on the edge of the bed, only earning a little gasp from Will. It was only when Mike’s mouth was on his pussy did Will cry and sob, legs quivering again where they were thrown over Mike’s shoulders.
“Not my clit,” Will said shakily. “Sensitive.”
Mike spread his legs wider, dipped his head lower, and Will sighed. His hand came into view, and it settled on Mike’s hair, running through it with thick fingers. “Annnh,” Will moaned.
Mike spent a good minute down there, slurping, groaning, making Will hiss and hum and tug his hair. Will thrusted his hips in time with his tongue. When Mike locked his lips around his clit and sucked, Will yelped and dropped the phone.
Will whimpered, picking the phone back up just in time to catch Mike’s smug grin from between his legs. He licked his lips once before standing up and wrapping Will’s legs around his waist again. Will made a shy sound, his hand wrapping lightly around one of Mike’s on his hip. “Already?”
“This is my pussy, isn’t it?” Mike used his free hand to guide his hard cock to his hole again. “I can fuck it however I want.”
“Don’t touch my clit.”
Mike let out a laugh, eyes meeting the camera briefly before locking higher. “You’re gonna beg for it soon enough.”
“You’re so—” Will’s words cut off when Mike suddenly thrusted inside him, immediately starting with a fast, brutal pace. The phone shook unsteadily, no doubt because Will was being bounced on his cock like before, but it didn’t fall.
“Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Ahhn. god, slow down.” Will’s hand spread on Mike’s stomach, but the latter’s thrust didn’t waver. Instead, Mike leaned down and took his hand, brought it up to his chest, his sweaty neck, then to his mouth where he kissed his palm. Will zoomed in on Mike’s face, catching the exact moment the lust in his eyes made room for tender love. Mike didn’t watch the phone but instead was looking at Will as he fucked him.
“You always take me so well,” he was saying. “M’gonna come inside you. Just lie there and take it.”
“Mike,” Will moaned helplessly.
“Can you come again?”
“Yeah. Fuck, I think. Just— Just keep fucking me.”
“After this I’ll fuck you from behind.”
Will whimpered at that.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Mike groaned. He stopped his thrusts for a second, taking time to angle himself, but his cock accidentally slipped from Will’s hole. Will reached down and helped him get it back inside. He tried to touch his clit while he was down there, just little taps at first, then little circles.
“Feels good?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Mike pulled out and kneeled, licking into Will’s pussy. Will moaned and gripped his hair, bringing him up until he was licking and sucking on his clit. “Slow. Yeah. Yeah, like that. Fuck.”
Mike stood up and put his dick inside Will’s cunt, fucking him again without restraint. Will’s thighs were barely holding on to his waist, and he was mewling and begging to come again. “Mike,” he said, then Mike rubbed his clit hard with fingers. Will screamed, and Mike rubbed it even harder. “Fuck! Annnh, Oh, fuck!”
Mike came down on him like an ominous wave, knocking the phone from Will’s hands, and the screen was black. However, they were still going, and they were going hard, skin slapping skin at an increasingly rapid pace, Will’s cries and Mike’s groans being drowned out by sloppy, loud kisses. The noises were reaching a crescendo, faster and louder. There was a shocking, sharp slap that cut through the building tension, but it wasn’t enough to break it. Will sobbed, his pleas barely above a whisper. The sound of thrusting hips grew into an impossible pace, then Will screamed, and finally Mike’s deep moan and grunt shattered it all.
Slowly, like silk falling off skin, the tension fell away. The sound of skin slapping pittered out, sobs turned into sniffles, and grunts turned into pants. It was a long minute of just quiet calm, with only them breathing and whispering small, inaudible words that were only ever meant for them and not for a recording.
Finally, Mike seemed to picked up the phone and showed the two of them lying next to each other on the bed, with Will’s head on Mike’s shoulder and smiles on both of their faces. Mike kissed Will’s head, Will nuzzled against his neck, then the recording stopped.