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It was only about three hours into them finally having their own bed (!) in their own apartment (!!) before Will had Mike exactly where he always begged to be: stretched out underneath him, those glimmering, wet puppy eyes the only thing visible where his face was currently buried between Will's plump thighs, suckling at his balls messily, like he couldn't get enough.
"Mm, such a good boy, Mike," Will murmured, and watched as the praise slowly registered in Mike's hazy mind. The sucking got more intense, that perfect tongue lapping firmly along the seam, just the way Will liked it. He'd taught Mike so well.
If anyone had told 14-year old Will that he would, one day, not only have Mike Wheeler between his legs, but have him so desperate to get his mouth on any part of Will that he'd thank him for sitting on his face for hours on end, his head might've actually exploded. Screw Vecna and the Mindflayer and any other monster that had ever come after him to the depths of the Abyss, the sight of those gorgeous eyes — the eyes he'd spent almost his entire life pining over — rolled back into Mike's skull as he whimpered blissfully at the taste of Will's skin? That would've been what killed him.
Will ground down into Mike's mouth, gasping as the movement made his balls drag along the pronounced line of the other boy's nose. It had the added benefit of putting him into the perfect position for Mike to lick eagerly between his asscheeks, hot tongue worming its way into Will's tight hole with no warning or hesitation. The two of them groaned in unison as Mike thrusted his tongue into Will's heat, stretching his rim with perfect, practiced movements.
They'd discovered a lot of things together over the years — after all, there were a lot of wasted years to make up for when they finally got together, and they'd been eager to put every second of alone time they had into exploring each other's bodies and making all of their dirtiest, most unimaginable fantasies come true — but no matter how many things they tried, they'd realized that there was very little Mike loved more than eating Will out. He loved it the other way too, don't get him wrong — Will was just as relentlessly dedicated in bed as he was in anything else, and his tongue was one of the great wonders of the world, as far as Mike was concerned — but there was something about doing it to Will, for Will, that got him going like nothing else.
When they'd spoken about it before, Mike couldn't pin down the reason for his preference — maybe it was the way Will would get that dark look in his honeyed eyes — the same one he was sure he was wearing right now, hungry and hazy and just the slightest bit condescending, pink lips curling almost mockingly at the sight of Mike melting underneath him — or maybe it was the addictive sensation of Will's hole loosening around his tongue, how it grew sloppier and more pliant with every lick.
Most likely, though, it was the way it made Mike feel like a toy, only existing for Will's pleasure.
He'd said before that, when he was buried between Will's cheeks, jaw aching, drool smeared all over his mouth and chin and nose, dripping down the length of his neck, slurping the taste of him down like there was nothing he could ever eat that would satisfy him the same way, he could actually feel every worry — every insecurity, every voice in his head that had ever called him worthless or made him feel like a mistake — vanish.
When Will was using him for his own pleasure, riding his tongue, or sliding onto his cock, or (Will's favourite) holding him down and railing him into oblivion, he felt useful. Not only useful, he felt beautiful. Will had held every knobby, disproportionate, slapdash piece of Mike in his careful artist's hands and turned them into something Mike felt proud to have, if only because Will loved them.
"God, Mike, you're so good at that, sweetheart," the brunette panted, using the hand buried in Mike's hair to press his face deeper into his ass. He adjusted his position on the mattress so that he was leaning back onto his hands, feet planted right by Mike's head so he could tilt his hips at the perfect angle, pressing his hole onto Mike's tongue until he could feel those pillowy lips seal around his rim. Mike groaned in appreciation, tightening his grip on Will's thighs and pulling him closer. "Such an eager little puppy, aren't you? You like your treat?"
Mike, in lieu of an answer, began to lick even more insatiably into Will, who huffed out a breathless laugh, carding his fingers through Mike's silky black locks.
"Mm, I know you do, baby. I could sit on your face forever and you wouldn't complain, would you?"
A distraught shake of the head and more filthy, wet sounds.
"That's right, you know better than that. Good boy." Will circled his hips in a syrupy motion, the combination of his heavy balls grinding into Mike's nose and the near-frantic tongue between his cheeks enough to pull a deep groan from him. "Oh, you're incredible, Mike. You're every fucking dream I've ever had come to life, you know that? Everything I've ever been through has been worth it, if it gave me you. Fuck, you make me so, so happy, honey."
And Mike couldn't help the way his eyes welled up at that, salty tears mixing with saliva and Will's dripping pre-cum to create an intoxicating flavour. He whined when Will suddenly pulled away from his mouth — a sharp, pleading thing that had Will growling, crawling back over his body until he was poised above him.
Will's eyes were nearly black, raking intently over Mike's flushed, glistening body. It was almost like he was possessed again, with how intense his gaze was and how still he was on top of Mike, like some kind of ravenous animal about to pounce.
The sight set off the finely honed fight-or-flight instincts that still lingered from their childhoods, but instead of being scared, Mike loved when he got like this — strung-out and turned-on enough to take exactly what he wanted without questions. He let his legs fall apart easily, raising his arms to grip the slats of their new (thoughtfully chosen) headboard without even having to be asked. The pose made his back arch up and off the bed, emphasizing his flushed nipples and tiny waist in the way he knew drove Will crazy.
As expected, it had a visible effect on the other boy, every muscle in his arms and chest tensing like he was getting ready to strike. His eyes were still dark, anticipatory, but there was something softer in them now too.
Mike felt a tiny smile bloom on his face in response, and he batted his lashes with an exaggerated sweetness. The effect was probably lost, with the spit and cum still painting his face, but he tried for innocent anyway: "Whatever will you do, now that I'm at your mercy, O Fearsome Sorcerer?"
Will smirked sharply, more a snarl than anything else, and leaned in close, hovering his face right over Mike's, so close they were breathing each other's air.
"I'm going to put that Oath of Devotion to the test, Paladin."
In one sharp motion, he reached out and grabbed the base of Mike's cock, squeezing it hard enough to punch a grunt out of Mike. Despite his shock, the taller boy's hands remained wrapped around headboard. Both of them knew he didn't need a real rope to be obedient.
Will got impossibly closer, lips brushing against Mike's with every word.
"I'm going to slide my cock deep inside of you and use you like you're nothing but a hole for me to get off in, and you're gonna take it all like the perfect slut I know you are. Isn't that right, Sir Mike?"
Mike nodded jerkily, eyes blown wide and eager. Will tutted, fingers tightening threateningly around the length of his cock.
"Words, sweet thing."
"I swear," Mike breathed.
"Good boy."
With that, he settled back between Mike's spread legs, reaching down to pet adoringly at his boyfriend's plush little ass. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over the puckered rim once, then gripped his cock to line it up with Mike's winking hole.
"W-wait, Will, you're not gonna prep me first?" Mike gasped, arching away from the touch.
"Mmm, no, I don't think so," he murmured softly, though his grip tightened on Mike's hips in warning, fingers digging in so hard there would no doubt be painted with pretty fuschia marks come morning.
"But, I'm not… I'm not loose enough yet."
Mike's pleading voice was small, but Will had played this game enough to hear the heat that was underlying it. One of his hands flew from Mike's hip to his throat, squeezing just enough around the long column of it to make the other boy's breath catch.
"Can't prove your oath without a few challenges, my dear Paladin. Now open up for me."
Then, in one smooth motion, Will pressed his thick cock into Mike, heedless of the way he writhed and cried out at the sudden pressure. Mike's hole was slick and hot, as always — the perfect amount of tightness, enough to grip Will's hard length deliciously, but not enough that it was painful for either of them. It was a sure sign that Mike had stretched himself open earlier, probably in the shower while Will was making dinner, but he played into the fantasy anyway.
"How does that feel, baby? Is it too hard for you to take?"
"S-so hard, Will," Mike whined. "So, ngh, so big. T-too big."
"Never for you, my darling," Will cooed, sliding his hands down Mike's body to rub tenderly at his inner thighs. The way they trembled beneath his palms, like Mike was truly forcing himself to remain still despite not being ready, made a shiver of excitement course through him. God, the two of them were absolutely fucked. "I know you can take it all, even though it hurts. This is what you promised to me, remember? This is what you were made for."
Mike nodded blearily. There were honest-to-God tears streaming down his face, and the sight alone made Will's cock throb. Without warning, he drew his hips back and started to thrust at a punishing pace, making Mike cry out again. The mattress creaked below them, not deafening but definitely loud enough that Will spared a single, apologetic thought to their new neighbours before continuing on with the same violent rhythm.
"Agh, shit! Will!"
"Tell me you're mine, Mike," Will grunted. Mike's hole felt so good around him, sucking him in with the same kind of ferocity as the boy himself. The pleasure from his cock was seeping into his entire body, making every nerve stand at full attention.
"I'm yours, Will! I'm just your toy! Your puppy, your little fucking slut! All I'm good for is being used!"
Will moaned, squeezing Mike's thighs lustfully. "You are my toy, baby. But you're worth so much more than just being used." He smirked. "Even though you do that so well."
"Oh my God, Will." Mike threw his head back against the pillow, looking like an angel, fresh out of the pages of those skinmags Will used to glance at guiltily at the thrift store. He felt more for Mike than he'd ever felt for any of the women in those, though. He didn't think it was possible for anyone else to make him feel this way.
"So pretty, Mike. Look at you, crying on my cock. Feels good?"
"Ungh, Will! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Mike babbled, incapable of forming an actual response. He clutched at Will's waist with sweaty thighs, their skin sliding against each other's in a way that drove Mike crazy. He hooked his ankles around Will's back so that he could cradle him without slipping.
Above him, the other boy smiled, drinking in the sight of Mike's pretty mouth, wet and rounded around the constant stream of moans, his flawless, dramatic cheekbones, his perky pinky nipples Will wanted nothing more than to suck on. Mike had always been Will's muse, the most beautiful person he'd ever seen, and he was only moreso now, with his freckled porcelain skin bathed in the warm light of their bedroom, crusted with various bodily fluids, hair splayed out on the pillow chaotically like an ink-spill halo, overwhelmed tears spilling down his ruddy cheeks. Will hadn't been lying earlier when he said the sight of Mike like this made all the bullshit in his past worth it.
He never should've gone through what he went through — they never should've had to deal with all that they did, so young — but, despite it all, despite the nightmares and the torture and the pain, he was here: buried inside the boy he'd loved since that first day on the swingset, his best friend, on their shared bed, in their shared bedroom of their shared apartment, thousands of miles away from Hawkins and all the memories that had settled there like ash.
He folded himself over Mike, eyes stinging, and pulled his hands down from the headboard, laying them on the mattress next to Mike's head so that he could slide his own hands into them. He laced their fingers together tightly and laid his head down so he and Mike were cheek-to-cheek.
"I love you, Mike. I love you so much."
The warm breath against his neck made Mike shiver. He slipped one hand from Will's grip and wrapped it around his boyfriend's neck, tugging him in close, chests pressed together, until he could feel both of their hearts beating unison.
"I love you, Will. I'm yours. I belong to you, forever."
As the two of them rocked together, they reveled in a feeling that neither of them had known they'd ever be able to feel, at least not entirely. There had been a time when they thought it would forever be a fantasy for them, a beautiful dream that lingered in the dust motes of morning but faded when they opened their eyes. But with every pant, every moan, every slick and sticky thrust and filthy word, it was undoubtable: after all this time, they finally felt free.