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Tears run down Will’s cheeks, his breath heaves as he whimpers loudly. There was nothing he could do, not to help himself nor his situation.
Mike stilled, kneeled infront of Will as the brunette stays tied up, his hands above his head tied to the headboard post as his hands tremble, his wrists rubbing against each other uselessly as his lips quiver.
Mike’s hand stays frozen on Will’s cock. Will’s cock looked delicious—spent, tired but yet still begging for more like a damn slut. It throbbed in Mike’s grasp for release, for the final push over he’s been waiting for a good fifteen minutes now.
“Mike—“ Will chokes out a gasp. “Please. Baby, I’m sorry. I’m fucking serious.” Will says. Mike tuts, his hand jerking up fast and rough before stilling again. Will moans, his thighs shaking with want and desire—the desire to fucking cum.
“Yeah, you’ve mentioned.” Mike smirks as he does it again. Slow and deliberate, lingering touches that reminds Will exactly why he’s in this situation.
“Do you know why you’re sorry? Can you tell me that?” Mike says, soft but piercing with intensity.
Earlier today, the party had their first campaign in months. With college exams and finals, the boys and girls were spent. It was finally summer, where the party could finally make their way to Mike and Will’s shared apartment for a nights outing—well, days.
It was spent with drinks—non alcoholic, as Jane and Will refused to get drunk (Jane tried to with every lurking sip that Max would try to feed El until everybody yelled at her not to.), Dustin hated getting drunk, (but loved the black-outs.) Lucas and Max didn’t care whatsoever, and Will hated every time Mike drank. Mike knew that, he made that very clear. He wouldn’t drink, either way.
Food, and of course the D&D campaign Dustin and Mike had been working on for months. Will and Lucas had lost their spark for the campaigns—after Will’s failed attempts to get the party to re-like it in their teen years, Jane had barely any clue how writing a campaign worked—she only got assignee a character and her boyfriend did the rest for her. And Max pitched in with subtle ideas and turning points.
As the campaign began rolling out, 10:00 A.M. sharp, Lucas sat on one end of the table with Dustin and Max, and Jane sat on the other end with Will and Mike. Will had mentioned he wasn’t “feeling well” earlier that morning, but then continued to say he was too tired to do the campaign.
But then further discussed how he wanted to see everybody. Mike shrugged it off, saying how it was just Will being sour. But as the campaign continued to roll on, Will mumbled lazy sayings and words as his cleric healed characters who lost charisma and skill points, gracing them with another life against a metal figure—Will quoted.
The entire night turned into a bluffing fail. With Will slumped against his elbow as he made dumb and useless moves from there out, Max began laughing out loud every time Dustin yelled at Will, saying how stupid his calls were, and Lucas was passed out on Max’s lap. Jane was completely out of it, picking the pink and yellow nail polish off of her finger nails as she huffs, completely bored and ready to go home to finally get her rest.
And Mike?
Mike was furious. They all knew they were fed up with Will’s behavior, but especially Mike. They knew specifically from where Mike went tense and quiet. And Will knew—and unfortunately roommates like Dustin and Max knew from when they stayed nights with Mike and Will, Mike took his anger out in..other ways, then yelling and arguing.
Once the party began to realize the noticeable tension between the tired Byers boy and the tense Wheeler boy, they began making sudden calls and moves.
Max began making uncalled calls to quicken the campaign, and Dustin began exaggerating his moves. Jane was cheering them on every time they edged closer to victory—victory being the party leaving so Mike can fuck his anger out.
“Aaannndddd thats game!” Dustin finally announces, the party scrambling to leave. Will finally let’s out a huff as he gets up, but Mike sets a firm grip on his wrist to hold him down. A sign to stay put.
“Will. You said you were tired. How about, I follow our friends out, and you rest here?” Mike says, an unapologetic smile following his sharp words—that smile apologizing in advance for what Will’s ass and dick were about to go through.
“Okay, sure.” Will shrugs. Mike lets out a satisfied hum as Max continues to laugh herself off, lunging around Lucas whos an eye half asleep.
“Hope you all enjoyed this months campaign.” Mike smiles sarcastically. “Well— I actually di—“ Jane was quick to say, to cut into the tense air before Dustin squeezed her hand with a shake of his head.
“It’s best you all go.” Mike says. Will perks up with a furrow of his brows. Max snickers as she opens the apartment door, putting her black boots on as she bears for the New York cold.
“It was great to see you, Mike!” Jane says, hugging Mike tightly. Mike loosens a bit, smiling as he hugs her back. “Great to see you too, El.” Mike says as he pulls back. “Well, see ‘ya, man.” Dustin says with a squeeze of his shoulder. Max gives a look to Mike.
“Go easy on him. None of us wanted to do your stupid ward campaign.” Max spits playfully. Mike rolls his eyes when he smacks her arm. “Go back to your apartment, Mayfield.” Mike says with a face. Lucas still stays clung to her arms as Max rolls her eyes. “Good luck, Byers!!” Max says as they all finally leave, with Jane yelling a “Bye Will!” Before Mike shut the door in all their faces.
Will stands now, his arms crossed with curiosity. But Mike had no time for games and questions. He did, but Will wasn’t having it.
“Bed. Now.” Mike spits. Will’s eyes widen as his face scrunches. “What? Mike, I just said I’m too tired—“ “Sure. Too tired, whatever you want to say to save your ass, baby. Get in the room.” Mike says. It wasn’t a suggestion, it seemed.
It was a fucking warning.
“I-“ Will hiccups, being cut off with a scream once Mike jerks his wrist, again. Faster, rough. “I’m sorry for—being a brat—fuck, during your cam—MIKE! During your campaign..” Will manages to get out.
Mike only hums, his fingertips leaving burning trails on Will’s naked thighs. What was even more painful? Will was completely naked while Mike was fully clothed.
The Byers boy could tell just how much Mike was truly enjoying the act, as his pajama pants showed an enlarged tent, his cock painfully throbbing at every sound his boyfriend made.
“Yeah? Being a cunt infront of our entire party, baby.” Mike frowns playfully, his eyebrows furrowing as he refuses to take his eye off Will’s red cock.
The member was practically begging, sobbing a puddle of pre-cum on the sheets below him as he gasped at every deliberate touch.
“Mike..please. I’ll- I’ll make it up to you—tomorrow, just, please! Let me cum.” Will says, his eyes shutting tight as a moan erupts from his throat.
Mike tuts with a shake of his head. “Maybe, I want to be lazy too. I can just leave you here, you know that.” Mike shrugs, finally looking up at Will.
The looks of his boyfriend is beyond what Mike had imagined the entire campaign. Will was sobbing—full on crying as he trembled, shaking as his cock throbbed. He knew Will was beyond wanting to cum, he needed it. He knew Will was so, so determined to do whatever he could to cum, but he knew he didn’t have the muscle strength to.
Mike had really worked the boy. He had made Will cum a total of four times, edging him twice in between before edging him again. And yet, that still seemed so, so long ago.
“Mike..” Will hiccups with a whimper. Completely defeated.
An idea sparks in the ravens head. Mike smirks as he completely lets go of Will’s weeping cock, causing Will to become even more frustrated at the sight. “Mike!” Will says once again.
“You really should have thought about your consequences before you attempted being a bitch in front of everyone.” Mike says, sitting up slightly as he begins to pull down his blue Star Wars pajama pants.
“About how I could have punished you. You really thought I was just gonna sit there and take it? Watch you treat your cleric like a fucking toy? Calling your hydra a metal figure?!” Mike laughs as he takes off his black boxers, throwing them in the pile Will’s clothes were left on the carpet floor.
“Now, I’ll make this quick for you, princess.” Mike says with a teasing kiss to Will’s knee. Will huffed in frustration, tears of blunt embarrassment sliding down his flushed cheeks.
Mike begins working on his own cock, moving his hand up and down fast and furious as he moans out at the pleasure. “Oh fuck.” Mike breaths out, purposely and teasing. Will gulps, letting out an exaggerated sigh—partly wasn’t exaggerated.
“Oh Will,” Mike moans, his hand speeding up as pre-cum spills from the head. “So good, fucking hell. Been thinking about this all day.” Mike smirks to himself, closing his eyes as his orgasm nears.
“Asshole. An actual fucking dick.” Will spits. “A dick that’s about to be inside of you.” Mike snorts, snickering at his own corny line. Will rolls his eyes with a kick of his feet.
“Careful, honey. I don’t want to have to restrain your feet, too.” Mike says. His eyes still closed, his wrist aching with want and desire. His own desire to cum.
“Close baby. So close.” Mike says as his legs begin to tremble. “Fuck you.” Will rolls his eyes. Mike gasps out with a small whimper when he comes. Saliva drools from his lips as his mouth is left hanging.
“Wow.” Mike pants. “Best orgasm ever.” Mike says. Will whimpers. “Please Mike. Please, can I cum now?” Will pleads. Mike chuckles as he comes up to Will’s hands, hope enlightening his face. “Don’t try anything. I can keep this up all night, precious. I’m not tired like someone.” Mike smirks as he unties the rope from Will’s wrists—where the hell did they get a rope from? No one fucking knows.
“Alright, baby.” Mike finally says once the rope lingers on the head board. Mike manhandles Will—not rough, just enough to remind Will of his place in this situation. Mike now lays on the soaked, sticky bed where Will sits on his lap.
“You have two options tonight,” Mike starts. “You can ride your way to victory,” Mike says. Will looks into his gaze, his hazel eyes glossy as his lips stay pressed together. “Or, you can have it the hard way.” Mike says. “What do you choose?” Mike finalizes, his gaze hanging hungrily over Will’s.
Will decides to feed into his curiosity, his foggy mind had no time nor place for games.
“What’s the hard way?” Will prods. Mike chuckles lowly. “You can use your toys.” Mike says. “Do I get to choose?” Will had hoped. Mike lets out a scoff. “No. I choose.” Mike says. Will gulps, thinking carefully about his choices.
He could choose a toy that could edge him even further from his release, or, he could ride his way with a promising orgasm at the end.
“I’ll ride you.” Will finally says. Mike smirks as his hands find composure on Will’s hips. “Good choice.” Mike says with a kiss to Will’s cheek. “I think you’re pretty spread out, yeah?” Mike says. Will nods. “I don’t care if I’m not, I just need to cum.” Will breaths out.
Well, a Byers boy knows what he wants.
“If you say so, my love.” Mike shrugs as he grabs lube from beside him from earlier, flipping the cap as he squirts some on his palm and beginning to waste no time bringing his cock back to pure life—which wasn’t hard at all at the expense of the situation.
Will shakily lifts himself as Mike lines himself up to Will’s ass. Once Mike pushes himself in, it erupts a groan from both boys. Mike pulls Will in for a heated kiss as Will lowers himself, their groins meeting once Mike bottoms out. Mike lays his hips back down as he lets go of Will’s lips and hips, resting his hands behind his head.
“Go ahead, baby. It’s all yours. No touching yourself.” Mike says with a sweaty exhale. Will nods as he begins to focus. He closes his eyes as he licks his lips. He begins to move his hips, rocking them back and forth.
His thighs trembled as his hands stay splayed on Mike’s ribs, bouncing up and down as he was so, so close.
It wasn’t going to take him long. He knew that, Mike knew that.
“Ca-can I cum?” Will asks with a shaky whimper. “A little more.” Mike says. “I’m not gonna be able to hold it. One more and I’m—fuck, and im coming.” Will cringes. Mike thinks for a moment.
He has edged Will for the last two hours, spent the boy through four orgasms and has left him sobbing, drooling and pooling in pre-cum and sticking cum that Mike has licked up and down over and over.
“That’s okay, baby. Go ahead. Youve been so good.” Mike says with a kiss to Will’s forehead. Will gasps out, screaming as his orgasm strikes through him, running home and fucking back.
It spurts all up Mike’s chest, Will painting as he swore he saw white. He hums whimpers and shaky sobs as his hips stutter. It was finally here—one of the best fucking orgasms of his life.
“What a good boy, you did so well. Yeah? Do you think you’re done?” Mike coos. Will nods with a sniff. “Come here.” Mike says as he wipes his chest and stomach with a forgotten shirt, throwing it to the pile of clothes on the floor. Will gets off of Mike’s dick with a shaky whimper, then crawls up onto him and lays down on him.
“What did we learn today?” Mike says softly, rubbing up and down on Will’s sensitive back as he peppers kisses all over his sweaty forehead.
Will wasn’t all there. He only hummed in response as he came down from his overwhelming orgasm. “To not be brats, and to not take our campaigns for a game, baby.” Mike answers for him. “Go to sleep, I’ll talk care of the rest.” Mike hums softly. Will nods as he falls asleep.