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When Mike opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Will's face bathed in sunlight.
He was on his back, legs splayed, lips slightly parted, a little bruised from all the kissing the night before. One arm resting by his side, the other thrown over his head on the pillow. Will looked like an angel, a greek god immortalized in marble, something that wouldn't crumble with time.
Ethereal.
Surreal.
The sun's rays pierced the delicate lace of the curtains, and the shadows cast patterns on his bare chest. Mike could see the marks he left on him, from all the bites and open mouthed kisses, all the proofs that Will was his. The sheets were tangled around his legs, leaving Will completely exposed to Mike.
Mike wanted to devour him whole.
Of course, he loved Will in all his versions. The artist Will, who spent hours in front of a canvas, covered in paint. The cook Will in an apron making breakfast. He loved the lazy Will while they watched a movie, the worried and slightly paranoid Will when things went wrong, the bratty Will when Mike didn't do what he wanted, the fun Will that loved dancing at a party while Mike just watched from afar. The lover Will when they were together and Mike could be inside him, feeling how warm and tight he was just for him.
But his favorite one was the sleeping Will.
Mike could spend his nights only watching Will's chest rise and fall peacefully. The way his hair spread against the pillows. Mike was always pleased with the hums and huffs he made while out of this world.
He knew exactly when Will was dreaming or not. If he was having a nightmare or a wet dream. If he was restless or in deep sleep. When he was too cold or too hot, when the sunlight was pissing him off and when he was not fully awake but not fully asleep either.
It was an obsession, he knew. He couldn't help it.
It was something intrinsic to who Mike was, something he was sure had taken root within him when he was thirteen, watching little Will sleep possessed by forces he didn't yet understand. Mike couldn't take his eyes off him. As if keeping watch was Mike's job, the only way he knew not to lose his best friend.
Mike thought about it often. Especially when Will was in California, sometimes he would spend sleepless nights wondering how Will was sleeping. If his eyebrows still moved while he was dreaming. If he still let out soft little noises, mumbling while shifting to his side.
He felt ashamed of it, of course. He tried very hard to keep that feeling hidden. While Will slept in his basement, Mike had to make a physical effort to stay in his bed. Sometimes he lost. Sometimes he would go down there, silently, just to take a peek, to calm his heart, and then go back to sleep.
When they finally got together, Mike couldn't believe he'd have Will all to himself every night. That he could watch him sleep without feeling guilty, dirty, without feeling like he was crossing an unspeakable line.
Right now, Will looked warm and soft. So inviting. And Mike was a very weak man.
Slowly, without even breathing, Mike approached him. Lying on his side, he let his fingertips wander along Will's collarbone, the shadow of the curtains fluttering in his hand. It was a barely there touch.
Mike still had a hard time believing that Will was there, in his bed.
Sometimes it didn't even feel real.
Will didn't move.
The corner of Mike's mouth twitched into an involuntary smile. Will wouldn't wake up so easily. Mike had exhausted him last night.
It was fresh in his mind, how they explored each other's bodies around the bed, how it all always started with Will giggling only to turn into moans filling the bedroom.
Will was rarely quiet. Mike reveled in the fact that Will was this shy, quiet and observant boy when in public, but was loud and demanding when they were alone. This side of him no one else would ever know.
"It's all your fault, love." It's what Will always said. "You make me like this."
Exactly what Mike wanted. Every day, if he could.
It was just that… Mike was so greedy when it came to Will. He simply couldn't get enough of him.
He let his fingers trace down, brushing Will's shoulder, then down his arm. Will shivered, huffing a breath, turning his head to the other side.
Mike moved closer, burying his nose in Will's exposed neck, inhaling his skin. He smelled of sheets, sleep, sweat and soap. Somehow, he also smelled of sunlight. That intoxicating scent of warm days and laughter and no worries in the world.
He let his nose rest there, while his fingertips traced Will's skin, feeling the light muscles in his chest, the rise and fall of his breath, his beating heart. He caressed the skin of his stomach and the few hairs beneath his navel.
Mike's pulse quickened.
It felt so good. Mike could die like this, intoxicated by Will's scent, feeling his body at his fingertips.
Mike lifted his head to look at Will's face. He remained the same, perhaps even more content, his expression peaceful with rosy cheeks.
Moving slowly, Mike pressed a kiss to Will's jaw and hovered over him, propped up on his elbows, the mattress sinking with his weight. He began to place feather-light kisses on his collarbone, then lower, lingering, tasting.
"I love you so much, Will," he murmured against his skin. "I can't believe you're mine." A kiss. "All mine." Another kiss. "To do whatever I want."
He ran his tongue gently over Will's chest, inhaling as much as he could, trying to imbue himself with his scent and taste.
Mike couldn't help the possessive feeling in his chest. The immutable fact that he was the only one to ever see Will like that. Not in a sexual way, although that was also thrilling. It was not only about pleasure, for Mike. It was about trusting. It was about Will, who's been hurt and traumatized, allowing himself to be this vulnerable with only him. For him.
His head spinned with the thought.
It wasn't only sexual, but oh god, that also turned Mike on.
He was already aching, his blood rushing downwards, his desire beginning to consume him. This close, the warmth of Will's skin burned him, and he was very alert of everywhere they were touching, Will's hipbone digging into Mike's stomach, his own length pressed against Will's thigh.
Come to think of it, Mike was obsessed with everything about Will. He didn't even know when it all started, but he had no idea how he lived without it before.
Will was his sunlight. His fire. The primary part of life that made Mike bloom, that made Mike burn.
And even though Will had promised he would be his forever, Mike never took that for granted.
Mike wanted to earn it. He wanted Will to choose him every day. To fall in love with him every day.
Mike continued moving down, kissing lightly at his sleep-warmed skin, feeling Will's breathing change as he shifted beneath him, one leg splaying a little further.
Mike didn't want him to wake up. Not right now.
He'd thought about it before. At first, it was just a spark, something unfounded.
One time, Mike watched Will sleep, naked and beautiful; his cock was soft resting on his pelvis and it became another obsession. There was something so vulnerable about it. So unguarded.
Obviously, getting Will hard was Mike's favorite pastime. He loved the sensation of Will's hard cock rubbing his stomach while Will rode him, he loved feeling it against his own cock, and he loved sucking it until Will no longer knew his own name.
When hard, Will's cock was thick and slightly curved. Its head got this purplish tone and, as Will was always extremely turned on, it never stopped leaking. Mike got lightheaded only with the sight of him pulsing in his hand, desperate for any friction. Mike always took his time when touching him, just so he could commit to memory the way his veins throb or how his balls got tight and bristled.
But that… all velvety and flabby, was something more intimate. Something that almost made Mike want to cry. It was the everyday life, the domesticity, the love, the devotion poured into the routine. Not just desire. Not performance. Not something you get at any party, with any person, just wanting to get off.
It was then that it dawned on Mike that they were something divine. Something beyond. They were Mike and Will in their purest form.
Mike had him and knew it, but the vision of him soft, especially when Will was naked without a sexual context, was like a confirmation. A statement that Will was his. Completely his. All of him, in every way, in everything he had to give.
He began to feel an urgency to touch him like that, asleep, to feel him regain consciousness under his fingers, inside his mouth. This desire grew and became something Mike could no longer control.
Mike started to try and touch Will with his cock soft while he was awake, but everytime Mike got closer, everytime he so much as looked at him, it didn't take long for Will to get really hard.
Which was great. Fantastic, really. But didn't remedy the need that now was sat deep in his bones.
Mike had already woken Will in many ways, kissing his neck, caressing his waist, straddling him and kissing his lips. And then, things escalated from there, with Will already awake. He never touched his cock like this. Mike never let himself cross that line. But then he couldn't stop thinking about it.
And the more Mike thought about it and tried to show Will what he wanted without really saying it, the more Will seemed to incite him. He would walk around the house completely naked. He would take naps in the couch without his clothes on. He would kick the sheets and covers away during the night, so Mike could see him fully.
Will was a tease, that was the truth.
And Mike couldn't take it anymore. He needed this.
He never asked Will if he would like it, but Will liked everything about him. He went along with all of Mike's ideas, and it even seemed like a fantasy for him. Will got hard hearing about how many different ways Mike wanted to have him, watching him make the decisions, following whatever his instructions were.
In fact, Will got very, very hard when Mike told him about his obsession with watching him sleep. And Mike detailed, with great relish, all the times he gave in to his desire, even long before they got together.
Will made sure to show Mike how much he enjoyed it.
Mike kept on kissing, nibbling, sucking and caressing his sun-kissed skin. By this point, Mike couldn't think straight anymore.
When he reached his desired spot, Mike knelt between Will's legs, tracing his fingertips along the smooth skin inside of his thigh before bending down again, nuzzling his crotch, inhaling his natural scent.
Oh god.
It was like a drug.
Mike squeezed his thigh gently and Will shifted again, his cock twitching slightly.
Mike tutted softly.
He wanted Will still soft. He wanted Will to harden in his mouth.
His cock was beautiful. Like this, the skin was a soft pink, just like Will's lips.
Kissing from his hip to his pubic hair, Mike took him in his hand, letting it bend gently to the side. This part of Will's body was the smoothest, like velvet.
Mike felt his own cock twitch against the mattress the moment he circled his tongue around the head, pressing the tip at the slot. He tasted the musky flavour of Will and had to suppress a groan.
Slowly, Mike took all of him to his mouth.
Will was thick, but he wasn't that big. So, still relaxed, Mike realized he could fit it all in, and nothing was better than that feeling. His smooth skin against his tongue. How he slowly began to writhe and twitch.
It was salty, especially from last night's activities. Mike had cleaned him before bed, but the taste lingered.
He let his tongue work unhurried, twirling and massaging him slowly, while hollowing his cheeks. Mike wanted it so much that he was dizzy, fully aware of how good Will tasted like this, how pliable he was, how the intrusion was gentle. The way he could take care of Will without the rush of the arousal haze.
Mike felt Will's skin heat up and the veins throb against his tongue.
Will let out a soft moan, shifting again. Even unconscious, he arched his back, searching for the foreign touch. Mike responded with a muffled grunt against his cock, feeling the tip of the head vibrate in his throat.
That's how he wanted Will to wake up. Just like this. With the flush of blood running through his body to his cock, flowing so fast that he'd feel lightheaded.
“Nhg,” Will moaned again. “Mike.”
Mike was too enthralled, occasionally pushing his hip against the mattress to ease the throbbing of his cock, desperate for attention.
He sucked slowly, without much movement, letting only his tongue work hard.
The feeling of Will's cock filling up in his mouth was another thing entirely. With every vibration, every throb, he grew harder from the base to the head, and warmer from the head to the base.
“Mike,” Will said again, more alert.
Mike stopped mid-movement, raising his eyes toward his boyfriend.
The sun had moved slightly from his face, turning his hair a soft golden brown. Will had his head raised, looking at Mike with an adorable crumpled face, the edge of his eyes still glued from sleep. Even though he was still sleepy, his eyes were bright, his pupils slightly dilated, his lips parted and skin flushed.
Will seemed surprised and fascinated. He smiled.
Mike was so fucking lucky!
He pulled him out of his mouth with a pop.
“Hi,” he said, his mouth glistening with saliva and precum.
“Hi,” Will replied, the redness of his cheeks deepening as he giggled. “What are you doing?”
Mike narrowed his eyes, raising his eyebrows. “Duh?”
Will chuckled softly, shaking his head as if he couldn't believe what was happening.
“Can I go on?” Mike asked, staring intensely at Will.
“Please,” Will breathed and bit his lower lip before laying his head back on the pillow.
Then Mike went on.
Will's cock filled a little more, stretching Mike's lips. Mike started to bob his head up and down, sucking Will the way he liked, with his tongue pressing on the underside, and Will sighed dreamily.
Mike wanted it slow and steady. Will was still in that drowsy state that drove Mike crazy. He relaxed under Mike's touch, letting out a few whines as Mike worked on his cock.
“Mm— don't stop, Mike…” Will's voice was warm and husky, dragging the syllables as he slowly awoke.
He was so hard now that it became more difficult to take him all the way in, so Mike gripped at the base, and started working his hand in sync with his mouth.
Drool and precum began to trickle from the corners of Mike's lips, wetting his hand and Will's thighs.
Mike watched, half-dazed, as his own spit trickled between Will's ass, disappearing into one of the parts of Will's body he loved most.
He wanted this so much. He wanted it all.
Will was shivering beneath him. He threw his arm over his face, the sun rays now bathing his armpit hair.
He clenched his ass and wrapped a leg over Mike's hip, pushing him even harder against the mattress.
“M-Mike,” Will whimpered, moving his hips against Mike's face in a slow, lazy way. “Please— I need—”
Mike pulled him out of his mouth and planted a kiss on the head, his hand still moving up and down, more slowly. He leaned forward until his forehead rested on Will's hip. Mike began kissing him there too.
“Do you want to come, babe?” Mike murmured against his skin.
“Yes— please!”
Mike smiled, his hand stopping completely until Will grumbled. His voice was still rough, heavy with sleep.
“Miiiike… no!”
Mike chuckled. “Not yet…” And settled on his knees, between Will’s legs.
He released Will’s cock, letting his spit covered hand trace a path along the curve of Will’s ass.
“Open up a little more for me.” Mike’s voice was heavy with desire, too deep for his usual register.
Will whined again and spread his legs for Mike, his knees splaying beside his hips. Mike held them, keeping them in place. He watched the way Will's skin shivered, the way his leg hairs stood on end as he kissed at his knee, then his thigh. Will gasped, eyes fluttering close.
Mike licked his way down Will's thigh before leaning in to press his tongue between his ass.
Will gave an involuntary jerk again, his cock jumping up, the head stroking his stomach.
“Oh my god, oh my god, Mike!”
He smelled so good when he just woke up. Something about it was so comfortable. Mike knew that, once he was ready, he would drag himself to the bathroom and brush his hair with his fingers, than demand a cup of coffee, and only after he drank everything he would be able to fully open his eyes, losing the pillow marks on his cheeks.
And Mike was the chosen one to watch it. He would be there brushing his teeth while Will complained about his unruly hair, he would be the one making the coffee and, once Will was fully awake, he would be the one to receive his best morning smile, and he would be the one to kiss that cheek before starting the day.
Only him.
Only Mike had both sides of Will, his wildness and his gentleness. The soft Will, who liked to draw hearts in Mike's back, and the slutty Will, who would say the most filthy things while Mike pounded him from behind.
There was a blissfulness in this. Something that made Mike's heart swell as much as made his cock throb.
He was a freak for Will. And he needed no saving.
Mike was craving now, eating him out, fucking him with his tongue. Will's movements were still slow and heavy, but more intense as he writhed against Mike's mouth.
He mumbled Mike's name every now and then, and also please, fuck, I can't, don't stop, that was like a song to Mike's ears and he couldn't take it anymore.
He looked up just to see how wrecked Will was and, still smiling, pressed a kiss in the space between his hole and his balls, then sucked each ball gently, his eyes rolling back with desire.
Mike took Will's cock on his fist again, stroking lazily.
“This good, Will?”
Will nodded several times, eyes still closed, his arms now on each side of his body, gripping the sheets.
“Hey,” Mike said gently. “Eyes on me, okay?” Will opened them, looking down, their eyes meeting immediately. “Use your words, babe.”
Will smiled. “Good. This is perfect, love.”
Mike grinned back at him.
Mike brought his hand to rest in Will's cheek before pushing his fingers between his lips. Will yieldingly sucked them, covering Mike's digits with his spit.
Mike, with his fingers dripping, spread Will's cheeks apart, and began to caress his rim with his thumb, until he pressed the tip of his forefinger inside. Slowly, he went deeper, slipping in his first knuckle, then the second, massaging carefully so as not to touch where Will needed it most.
Not yet.
Will whimpered, begging for more, wriggling against Mike's finger, deliciously aroused, so responsive. Exactly how Mike liked it.
“Yes, Mike. Just— oh! Just a little more! Please.”
Mike leaned back onto his knees just to look at Will's pretty face, again with eyes closed, his lips slightly parted, the quiet contentment of someone who's being worshiped like that.
He was glowing.
“You're doing so well, babe,” Mike purred. Will gasped. “Look at me. I need you looking at me. I'll put another one in, okay?”
Will nodded, his eyes glassy.
"Yeah, yeah, please, Mike— please!”
Smiling, Mike eased his second finger in. Without rushing, soon both fingers were completely inside. Will was even warmer there, sucking Mike's finger every time he clenched, thrusting his hips into nothing.
Mike began to move gently. His intention wasn't to torture Will, even though that was a wonderful sight, but to make him feel everything. To savor every second of the devotion Mike felt for him.
He wanted Will to remember this morning, that every ordinary activity of the day would be enveloped in the haze of lust from the way Mike touched him, to make him crave for the nighttime so Mike could do it again.
Mike was very, very greedy when it came to Will.
He worked his fingers in and out, finally curling his knuckles to touch Will's prostate.
Will almost jumped off the mattress.
“Miiiike,” he cried as Mike held him by the hip, preventing him from moving.
“Shh, babe, let me take care of you.”
Each time the tips of his fingers touched the bundle of sensitive nerves inside Will, he writhed and groaned, uttering incomprehensible things.
His cock throbbed against his stomach, leaving a trail of precum in its wake.
It was so delightful to watch that Mike's vision was blurred. His mouth watered.
Mike needed him to come in his mouth.
He lay down between Will's legs again, without stopping the movement of his fingers, and took him into his mouth once more.
“Oh, god!” cried Will. “Yes, Mike! Yes, yes, so good, so— yes, yes, yes…”
Mike began sucking him in sync with the movement of his fingers inside him, stimulating Will’s two most sensitive spots at the same time. His own need making him let out muffled groans.
Will continued crying, getting louder as he got closer, writhing as best he could beneath Mike, calling his name, begging, murmuring anything while his brain turned to mush.
“Oh, Mike! Oh, my god! Oh, my— Mike! You're so good. So, so good. You're-- god!”
Mike chuckled through his nose, still with Will's cock in his mouth, thinking that, truly, he felt a little like a god right now.
There was something sacred about making Will feel this way. About being the one Will wanted to make him feel this way.
He felt Will was close, the shivers on his skin intensified, his legs began to tremble against the mattress, his muscles stiffened by the position and the pleasure.
Will's fingers finally tangled in Mike’s hair, pulling gently, leaving Mike even more desperate.
“Mmmm— Mike, love, I'm gonna— I need to…”
Mike started to grind against the mattress again, his cock so sensitive that he knew he would come just from that friction. He was so close too.
“Mike,” Will said again, his voice urgent, stroking Mike’s hair. “It feels so good… you make me feel so good. I love— Oh my god! YES! Please! I love this… your fingers— you fuck me so good, Mike!”
Mike groaned against his skin, knowing Will was on the edge when he started babbling incoherently, as if a dam had broken and he just needed to let it all out. Mike angled his head the right way, so his throat could massage Will's cock's head while he came.
Just one more twist of his fingers was enough for Will to reach his climax with a cry, his whole body stiffening, his fingers locking in Mike’s hair, and moments later, Mike felt him spill into his mouth, the first hot jets reaching his throat, the taste slightly sweet.
Mike swallowed everything with that spreading warmth he felt when he was coming, his eyes wide shut, his whole body twitching, the heat running from his ears to his toes. Mike gave a few more thrusts against the sheets, leaving a small mess in his stomach.
Will remained in his mouth until he got too sensitive and half soft again. Mike felt his whole body relaxing beneath him, sinking into the mattress. Slowly, Mike slid his fingers out of him and pulled him out of his mouth, making Will startle with the sudden loss of touch.
Mike's jaw was a little sore, but oh my, wasn't he beaming?
He crawled up until his face hovered over Will's, his palms on each side of the pillow. Will's face was a mess of tears and sweat, but the smile on his lips was beautiful. He looked dazed. With his fingers still interlocked in Mike's curls, he gently started scraping his scalp.
Mike kissed his smile.
“Good morning,” He whispered, and Will gave an airy giggle.
“Good morning, silly.” Will's eyes were closed. “You unloaded me. How can I possibly get out of bed now?”
Mike leaned on his elbows and brushed some strands of Will’s hair from his forehead, caressing his temple.
“You don't need to. You can sleep again,” he said, glancing at himself and the mess he had made. “I just need a minute.”
Will grabbed his face, bringing Mike closer for another kiss. This one lasted longer. They didn't have any energy left to move their lips, so they just let them touch, breathing each other in.
Mike licked Will's lips gently.
When they got apart, Mike leaned in for another peck.
“Be right back.”
He got out of bed long enough to clean himself with a towel before returning to Will’s side, where he should be. He cleaned Will too, where Mike's cum had dripped, before laying down beside him.
Will was almost asleep again, and snuggled up to Mike like a baby koala.
Mike wrapped his arms around Will, pulling him to his chest, and buried his chin in Will’s hair, inhaling his shampoo. They were warm and heavy in this embrace, both cocks resting softly as they relaxed, their legs tangled against each other in the mess of sheets.
The sun now reflected its rays on the wall above them.
“I love you, Mikey,” Will murmured, his voice drowsy.
“I love you too. So much..." Mike sighed. "Now, go back to sleep, babe.” He stroked Will's shoulder with his fingertips. “I won’t wake you this time.”
And he wouldn’t.
Mike was simply going to watch. He was content with that.