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There weren't many places that Mike liked to be.
Well, yes, there were a few, but he enjoyed who he was with at these places more than he ever liked the places themselves.
He liked going out with Will, watching his boyfriends face as he fawned over whatever art exhibit that they were walking through. He liked it when he visited Nancy in Boston, letting her drag him along to wherever she wanted to show him.
He liked hanging out with his friends on the rare occasions that they were all able to get together, whether it was them driving down to meet him and Will or it was him and Will driving out to see them.
He liked people more than he liked places; he always had, and right now, he was in one of his favorite places with his favorite person in the world.
He swallowed with some difficulty, shifting on his spread knees a bit in a way that made them splay open even further, the stretch of his thighs making him groan, eyes fluttering. His hands were wrapped tightly around the top of Will’s calves, flexing with the urge to reach down and palm himself through the boxers that he was wearing.
There was a hand in his hair, just resting there, occasionally scratching gently at his scalp, ruffling his curls.
He wanted the hand to tighten, wanted Will to grab him by the hair and force his mouth further down on the cock that was pressed heavily against his tongue. But Will wanted to be gentle for once, wanted to take his time before he made Mike fall apart, and Mike could never do anything but obey.
Will was sitting on the couch, thighs spread wide so that Mike could settle comfortably between them, idly flipping through channels without a care in the world, his eyes glued to the T.V. Mike didn't know how long he had been doing this, the minutes blurred together more and more the longer that he had his lips stretched around the girth in his mouth, cock warming until Will decided that he’d had enough.
He twitched in his boxers, resisting the urge to grind down against thin air as Will tugged gently at his hair. He was so hard that it hurt, had been ever since Will had asked him to get down on his knees.
His eyes were half lidded as he stared up at Will, unable to take his eyes off of his boyfriend's face. There was a subtle flush high on his cheeks, and his eyes kept randomly flicking down to where Mike was sitting, stealing glances even as he tried to pretend that he was indifferent.
Mike was familiar with his game, familiar with the way that Will liked to pretend that he didn't care, that Mike’s mouth around his cock wasn't getting him off, and Mike loved it. Loved feeling like he was just there to keep him warm, that Will didn't care about letting him get off at all.
Mike liked control, he always had. He liked being the one to make decisions, liked having people listen to him, but not with Will. Will was different, he had always been different. If Will wanted something, then Mike would get it done with no questions asked. If Will was hungry, Mike would try his best to make something edible, if Will wanted to go somewhere then Mike was more than willing to find time in his schedule to make it happen.
And if Will wanted Mike to wrap his mouth around his cock until he was satisfied and then fuck him hard enough that he cried? Mike was on his knees before the question had even been asked.
“You doin' okay down there, sweetheart?” Will asked, setting the remote on a cushion and turning his head to peer down at Mike’s pink flushed face.
Mike hummed happily, drool leaking out from between his lips and the cock in his mouth to drip down his chin. He looked up at Will with hazy eyes, pupils wide just from the act of having Will in his mouth.
He enjoyed the hitched breath that he got in return, Will’s cock twitching in his mouth when he hummed. So, he did it again, just to be able to feel the way that Will reacted, going delirious at the sensation. Will was heavy against his tongue, taking up all the space in his mouth, pressing faintly up against the back of his throat every time that he shifted.
The hand that had been resting on his head tangled itself in his curls and yanked when Mike went to hum for a third time. Will didn't pull him off of him, just yanked hard enough that a spike of pain shot through Mike, heading straight to his dick.
He couldn't stop the way that he rocked his hips mindlessly at the air at the sensation, his eyes rolling up and his fingers clenching even harder against Will’s calves.
“I didn’t say that you could do that, Mike.” Will said breathlessly, clearly trying to sound stern.
Mike opened his eyes, not really sure when he had let them slide shut, swallowing around the length in his mouth as he looked up at Will, taking in the frown on his face and the dark look in his eyes.
Will looked downright sinful when he was like this, his eyes dark with want and a flush spreading down his neck. Mike swore to God that he would never get tired of looking up at Will when he was like this.
He begged with his eyes, pleading for some sort of touch, the tiniest bit of stimulation that would lessen the ache in his abdomen.
Will's face softened a bit, something fond curling at his lips as he loosened his tight hold on Mike’s hair. Mike whined at the loss, scrunching up his eyebrows as he sent a lost look up at Will.
“You’re fine, Mike.” He said, a little long sufferingly as he pet his way down to the side of Mike’s face, running a soothing palm over the hollow of his cheek, “I can pull your hair later, right now I’m trying to enjoy your mouth.”
Mike swallowed convulsively, tilting his head to the side so that he could lean into Will’s palm. He let his eyes flutter closed and stilled his mouth completely, ignoring how he could feel saliva dripping steadily down his chin.
He just wanted to be good for Will in whatever way that he wanted him to be, so, he stilled his hips and stilled his mouth, turning himself into a particularly horny statue as he let Will take whatever he wanted from him. He breathed through his nose, absentmindedly listening as Will picked the remote back up and went back to flicking through the different channels.
He liked being there, in his favorite place, on his knees in front of the altar that was Will Byers. He was heavy in his mouth, a soothing weight that was a promise of what was to come. Will liked being mean sometimes, but he was never mean enough not to give Mike what he wanted after he had gotten what he wanted.
Mike knew that Will would reward him for his good behavior when he was done cock warming, knew it deep in his soul, because as much as Will seemed to like seeing Mike down on his knees, he seemed to like it even better when Mike was writhing and wailing underneath him in the sheets.
He let himself sink into his own head, pillowing the side of his face into the soft meat of Will’s thigh, his hair tickling at his face. Sound went muffled on one side where he pressed his ear flush against Will’s thigh but all it did was make the experience seem even more surreal.
This used to be something that Mike didn't even let himself imagine. He couldn't have let himself because that would mean admitting that he was wrong. It had taken so long before he was even able to say the name for what he was to himself; to admit it in the privacy of his own head and even then, it had still terrified him.
He had been so scared that someone would figure it out and tell everyone else. That he would lose his family, lose his friends, but then Will had come out on the fateful day a few years ago, and no one had left. They had hugged him, told him that they loved him no matter what, and Mike had done the same, even though his head had been spinning in a way that made everything seem wrong.
Because Will had told everyone that he was gay and the world hadn't ended, and then Mike had made one of the most impulsive decisions of his life.
He didn't usually make impulse decisions, he tended to agonize over what course of action he was going to take for days before he made a move, but in that moment, he hadn't hesitated.
They had kissed on the tower, with ash in the air and red lighting crackling overhead and it had been the best moment of Mike’s life. And then it was the gift that just kept giving, because being with Will was everything that he had needed in life.
Stolen kisses, breathless laughter, nights spent tangled together, road trips to visit colleges, moving into a shitty apartment together, spending their evenings doing whatever the hell that they wanted.
There were no monsters, no evil scientists or rogue government experiments, there was just the two of them settling into something startlingly domestic.
And then came the sex, and Jesus Christ, Mike hadn't had any idea that it could be as good as it was.
There had been fumbling and laughter when they had first started trying to go further, the two of them clumsily figuring out the mechanics of two dudes having sex, but once they had figured it out, oh God…
Will had this way about him, something that seemed to only come out when he wanted to break Mike apart piece by piece and then put him back together. Mike never would have thought that he would enjoy having another man’s dick in his ass, would have laughed in the face of anyone who had ever even alluded to it, but it was… it was a fucking experience.
The first time that Will had fingered him had ended with his rolling his hips back against the three thick fingers that were impaling him, practically riding them until there had been tears in his eyes and he had come all over his own chest with a sound that he hadn't known that he had been capable of making.
Will had pressed frantic kisses to his face as he had come down from his high, whispering muddled praise as his hand practically flew up and down his cock as he jerked himself off, eventually coming all over Mike’s front with a moan, his own come mixing with Mike’s in the dips and divots of his chest.
And it had only evolved from there, their relationship and sex life becoming more defined the more that they practiced. Will generally didn't like being the one who took it, which was fine in Mike’s opinion, because he made up for it with his vigorous enthusiasm when it came to having Will’s cock in him one way or another.
Which led to days like this, where Will wanted Mike down on his knees, quiet and pliant with a cock in his mouth.
Time passed in a haze like this, his senses narrowing in on the ache in his thighs and knees, the stretch of his hips and the way that his dick was twitching randomly, and the thick weight of Will in his mouth.
His jaw was aching, fingers going stiff where they were clinging to Will’s legs, but he wouldn't move them, not until Will gave him permission.
The hand was back in his hair, scratching repeatedly at his scalp in a way that made Mike slump even further against Will’s thigh, a deep sigh leaving him through his nose as he relaxed into the sensation. He liked this, the way that his mind slowed down until the only thing that he could focus on was Will and his own body.
There were no worries when he was like this, nothing to be stressed about, all he had to worry about was being a good mouth for Will to fuck. God, he hoped Will would fuck his mouth soon, he was pretty sure that he could come just from that at this point.
The hand in his hair tightened again, not hard enough to hurt, but enough so that Will could lift Mike’s head away from his thigh. Mike blinked open his eyes, having to wait a few seconds for his vision to clear.
Will was looking down at him again, giving Mike his undivided attention for the first time in what felt like forever. Mike preened under the attention, loving the feeling of having Will’s eyes on him.
“Do you want me to fuck your mouth?” Will asked, his voice hoarse in a way that Mike knew meant that he was enjoying this.
Mike almost sobbed at the words, bobbing his head in a quick nod that pressed the head of Will up against the back of his throat. Will must have been able to read his mind.
Will sat up, leaning away from the back of the couch as he got a better grip on Mike’s hair. Mike let his jaw go slack, relishing in the ache as he stared up at Will with pleading eyes.
“I’m getting there, be patient, Pretty.” Will chided, pulling Mike’s head back at the same time that he let his hips creep forward to rest on the edge of the cushion, “Just getting comfortable.”
Mike wanted to roll his eyes, ignoring the way that the petname made him throb, screw getting comfortable, if Will didn't start thrusting Mike was pretty sure that he was going to cry. Which… might have been what Will was going for, the sadistic bastard.
Mike shuffled back on his knees, never letting his mouth come off of Will and finally, Will was positioned at the edge of the couch, one hand tangled in Mike’s hair and the other one braced one the back of the couch for a bit of leverage.
“Ready?” Will asked and Mike didn't even have time to nod before Will was thrusting hard into his mouth.
Mike gagged at the first thrust, eyes blowing wide as the head of Will’s cock battered against the back of his throat. Tears welled in his eyes at the sensation as he fought against the urge to gag, drool leaking from the corners of his stretched lips.
“Good boy, Mike, taking me so good, been so patient, such a good boy for me.” Will gasped out, panting as he thrust in and out of Mike’s mouth, his eyes glued on his boyfriend's face.
Mike was a vision like this, eyes glazed, brows furrowed, his lips stretched taut around the not so insignificant girth of his cock. Will wanted to capture this image on tape, wanted to have it on hand to look at whenever he felt like it.
There were so many beautiful things in the world, and it was of Will’s opinion that Mike was one of them. With his dark curls and sharp cheekbones, his pale skin blushing so prettily all the way down his face to where it was hidden under the neckline of the t-shirt that he was wearing. Will couldn't wait to get it off of him, to strip Mike bare and take him apart. He could see the bulge of Mike's cock in his underwear from where he was sitting, a spot of the grey fabric darkened into something almost black where Mike had been steadily leaking against it.
Mike moaned at the praise, unable to keep his hips from canting forward against nothing. There was nothing there for him to grind his wanting dick against, Will’s legs were spread around him and the front of the couch was too far away, but even the act of just moving was working him up even further.
He whined against the cock in his mouth, desperation rising with each slick slide of Will in his mouth. He needed to come, he really needed to come.
One of his hands left Will’s calf without his permission, clumsily reaching down to palm himself through the thin fabric of his boxers, fingers skimming lightly over the soaked patch that the head of his dick had been steadily leaking.
He got away with it for barely a few seconds before Will noticed and then he kind of wished that he hadn't bothered to touch himself at all, because Will was pulling out of his mouth completely, his mouth downturned as he lightly kicked Mike’s hand away from where he was touching himself.
A thick string of saliva connected the head of Will’s cock, shiny with spit and pre-come and flushed the prettiest red color, to Mike's lips as he fought against the hold on his hair with a whine, letting his tongue loll out as he tried to get Will back in his mouth.
“Nuh-uh, I didn’t say that you could touch yourself.” Will said sternly, even though his face was flush and his lip was shiny where he had been biting down on it.
“Please-” Mike rasped out, his throat aching and the tears that had been welling in his eyes finally falling down his cheeks as his lashes fluttered, “‘m sorry, didn’t mean to, it was just so good-”
He broke off with a moan when Will tugged his head backwards, baring the pale expanse of his neck to him. His breath hitched, hips bucking forwards.
Will leaned forward, latching his mouth onto the pale bit of skin right above Mike’s Adam's apple and sucked. Mike keened at the sensation, hands scrabbling uselessly against Will’s legs in an attempt to keep himself from touching where he wasn't supposed to.
“Please-” He begged breathlessly, breath hitching as Will moved to suck a mark on another sensitive part of his neck, desperately craving the feeling of Will back in his mouth even though his throat felt bruised, “Please, I've been good, so good, please, can I have your cock back, please?”
Usually, Mike would have felt mortified by the way that he was begging, but he couldn't care less right now. There was embarrassment there, yes, but all it did was make him even harder. Something about the humiliation was a turn on for him, even though he would rather die than ever admit it.
Will groaned against his neck and before he knew it, Mike was being pulled up off of his knees by the grip on his hair and into Will’s lap.
Blood rushed to his head from the sudden movement, leaving him even dizzier than he had already been as he straddled Will’s thighs, his hips twitching forward without his permission just once before he forcefully stilled them. His knees were spread wide over the width of Will’s thighs, the way that they were digging into the cushions a welcome reprieve from how he had been kneeling on the hard floor.
Will’s hands moved from his hair and the back of the couch, down to where they could grip tightly at his hips, and then Mike didn't even need to worry about keeping his hips still because Will was pulling him forward and purposely moving him so that he was forced to grind down on his dick.
He could feel the heat of it against him even through his boxers and didn't hesitate to start grinding down himself, rolling his hips back and forth to get as much stimulation as possible. His hands flew up to grip at Will’s shoulders, scrabbling at the fabric of his shirt.
“Off, off!” He gasped in between moans, moving his hands down so that he could tug at the hem of his shirt as a particularly rough roll of his hips sent his head spinning with pleasure.
“Take it off for me.” Will ordered breathlessly, still tugging Mike’s hips back and forth against his crotch.
Mike did, pulling Will’s shirt over his head with relish, not even caring that he had to let go of his hips for a second to free his arms when he was faced with Will’s bare shoulders and chest. He tossed the shirt to the side, not giving a fuck about where it landed, too caught up in the sensations that were controlling him.
He wrapped his arms around Will’s neck, descending on the newly uncovered skin like a dog after a bone, sucking and biting everything in reach as the warmth in his stomach spread outwards into his hips, heat pooling in the pit of his stomach. His dick was twitching in his boxers, throbbing in time with his heartbeat as arousal burned through him.
“Close, close, gonna come, gonna- ah!” He panted against Will’s neck, opened mouthed and hot, his tongue lolling out to lick clumsily against the tanned skin right in front of him, “Can I? Please, please Will, please, I’ve been good, you feel so good!”
“Yeah, good job, Mike, such a good job, taking me so well.” Will groaned out against his ear, lips pressing against his hair in a kiss.
He gasped, choking on air when one of Will’s hands left his hips, circling around behind him to slip underneath the waistband of his boxers. He pushed backwards into the touch when Will grabbed a handful of his ass in his warm palm, pushing and kneading the firm muscle.
“Please, please, please!” He rasped against Will’s neck, feeling the heat of his orgasm beginning to wash over him, hips twitching sporadically as tears wet his cheeks.
“You can come, Mike, been such a good boy for me. Come and then you can have the rest of me, don't you want that, hmm? Want my fingers? Want my cock?” Will said, both granting permission and asking a question that he already knew the answer too.
Mike answered the question by lifting his face from Will’s shoulder and slotting their mouths together. It wasn't a kiss, not really, it was the feel of their open mouths panting and moaning against each other. Warm and wet and so, so desperate.
Will licked into his mouth and Mike didn't fight it, wouldn't have wanted to even if he could. The feel of Will’s mouth on him was consuming, like Will was trying to swallow him whole. His lips were slick with Will’s spit now and not just his own and he groaned at the knowledge.
Mike had been on edge for so long and hard for even longer. The pressure against his dick felt like heaven, whiting out his mind as he focused solely on chasing his pleasure. He rutted his hips down like an animal, the bulge in his boxers rubbing firmly against Will’s cock.
It took barely a few more rolls of his hips for Mike to come, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave. He threw his head back with a high-pitched cry, his dick twitching violently where it was trapped behind fabric and his hands clenching so tightly against Will’s shoulders that he would have been worried about hurting him if he hadn't been so overwhelmed.
“Ah, fuck!” He cried out, overly sensitive yet still craving more.
He twitched, not sure whether to grind down or press back into the palm on his ass, but Will made the decision for him. Using the grip that he had on the skin under Mike’s boxers, he tugged him forwards, forcing him to rut down against Will’s still hard cock. Breathless gasps were being forced out of him with every grind that Will forced onto him, helpless little ‘ah ah ah’s’ leaving his slack mouth.
He slumped forward, going boneless against Will’s front as his boyfriend continued to use him to chase his own release. It hurt, just a bit, the way that Will was continuing to thrust up against him even after he had already come, but that just made the whole experience even better. Mike had always liked a little pain with his pleasure and Will knew that. He also knew that Mike would tell him to stop if it got to be too much.
He gasped uselessly against Will’s throat, latching his mouth onto the skin there to stop himself from making the fucked-out noises that he wanted to let out. Will groaned underneath him, the pace up his hips jumping up in speed in a way that Mike knew meant that the other boy was close.
And barely a few seconds later, Will was tensing underneath him, his chin hooking over Mike’s shoulder as the hands he had on his ass and hip clenched tight enough to leave marks. He could feel Will pulse where he was still pressed up against the front of his boxers, and the sensation caused his traitorous dick to twitch pathetically.
“Fuck, so good, Mike, you feel so good.” Will grunted out, a whine in his voice as he rode out his orgasm.
He moaned around the bit on Will’s neck in his mouth, eyes rolling up as he felt the warmth of Will’s come spread across the fabric stretched across his dick, rutting his hips on instinct as he tried to chase the sensation.
It was good, it was so fucking good. He had just come his brains out and that was before Will had even gotten his dick in him. It felt like his mind had been scrambled, all rational thoughts leaving him as he basked in the feeling of post orgasmic bliss.
He came back to himself to the feeling of Will running a hand up and down his back as he muttered soothing words against the side of his head. He still had one hand down the back of his boxers, but he wasn't squeezing anymore, just holding.
“Thank you, Mike, you were so good for me, made me feel amazing just like you always do.” He said softly, and Mike shuddered, pressing back into Will’s hand.
He unlatched his mouth from Will’s neck, letting his tongue linger on the darkening mark that he had left there. Will’s breath hitched, and Mike knew that he didn't imagine the way that Will’s cock twitched against him.
“Are you still gonna fuck me?” He asked, voice heavy and hoarse but anticipatory at the same time.
He knew what he wanted, and he knew that Will would give it to him.
“You still want it, Pretty?” Will asked, teasing his hand down Mike’s spine, the touch scalding even through the fabric of his shirt.
It wasn't fair that he was still wearing boxers and his shirt when Will wasn't wearing anything at all, not fair at all. That would have to change soon, or Mike was going to throw a fit.
His come was cooling against his cock, sending another shudder up his spine at the feeling.
He wanted the fabric off of his overheated body and he wanted Will on him as soon as fucking possible.
“Yeah, but in the bed this time, I got bruises from the floor the last time you decided to have your way with me.” He said, letting his eyes drift upwards to rake over Will’s handsome fucking face.
The fringe of his hair was plastered against his forehead with sweat, a nice flush spread out over his tanned skin and a silly grin on his face where he was looking down at Mike.
“I was a little overzealous last time, but you have to admit that you liked it.” Will replied, a little sheepishly, but mostly sounding smug.
Mike’s mind flashed back to the incident in question, face heating up even more at the memory. They had barely made it inside of the front door before Will had been on him and had only made it as far as the kitchen floor before Will had decided that it would be the perfect place to fuck the shit out of him.
He could still remember it in vivid detail, the way that Will had took and took and took until Mike had been nothing but something warm and pliant for him to fuck, mouth hanging open and overstimulated moans leaving him every time that Will hit him in just the right spot.
It had been worth the bruises on his elbows and knees, it really had, but that didn't mean Mike wasn't going to be annoying about it.
“I did, but I didn't like the bruises, so, you’re either gonna fuck me on the bed or you’re not going to fuck me at all.” Mike said, a brow raised as Will snorted at him.
“We both know that I could try and fuck you anywhere and you would let me.” Will replied brightly, completely sure of what he was saying, and Mike couldn't even say anything back because he knew it was true.
So, instead, he settled for scowling playfully and turning his head away from Will.
He gasped, arching back when the hand that was in his boxers dipped lower, finding its way between his cheeks to rub the dry pad of one of Will’s fingers against the furled flesh of his hole. He clenched around nothing, his dick giving an interested twitch at the sensation.
“You were saying?” Will asked playfully, a smirk on his face as he looked down at Mike’s rapidly reddening face.
“Bed, please.” He said, softly this time as he looked up at Will through his lashes, biting his lip between his teeth as he rocked back into the feeling of Will’s finger.
“All you had to do was ask nicely, Mike.”