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“You're-” Will grunts through each thrust, grinning as he harshly dives into Mike’s most sensitive nerves. “Such. A. Brat.” With the last word he brings his hand down, a loud smack of his palm against Mike’s pert ass.
Mike gasps, face flushed as he shamefully drips precum onto the carpet under them. He's bent over his own desk, his papers and manuscript he's working on continue to spread out everywhere further and further as Will rocks him into the furniture. The potential bruises from the harsh corners are already daring to bloom, and he's finding it hard to deny when that bruising pleasure starts to ache up his spine.
“Fuck you,” he moans, unable to suppress how much Will’s consistent pressure is digging into his very core. He's gonna cum like this if Will keeps it up, which Mike knows he's bound to do.
The moan that escapes Mike's throat when Will's hand collides with his ass cheek in the same spot is broken. It comes out, choppy and unintelligible as little meaningless, fucked out words leave Mike's lips.
“Don't tell me what to do,” Will gets out through gritted teeth. “You're not… in the position to tell me what to do right now.”
Will lifts Mike’s legs from the floor, and repositions him on his side, lifting one of the long limbs over his shoulder. Barely giving Mike any time to adjust to the new angle, he dives back in, gripping Mike’s legs until his knuckles are white.
He looks awfully cute like this, all gangly and flushed, and Will can't help but think as he wants to see how cute and wrecked he can make Mike. How much of a needy, greedy, and empty slut he can mold his best friend into.
It's what he wants, afterall.
He wouldn't be behaving like such a brat if he wasn't begging for Will to treat him so roughly. Instead of speaking out of turn he would just keep to himself, which he's capable of doing (despite how loud and annoying he tends to be). Mike can be good, and has been pretty receptive to Will’s rules when he's working with his clients. This wasn't funny kid stuff, it was real life that had consequences if his boyfriend fucked up a contract. He's capable of behaving, so why has he been such a bother as of late?
Did Mike find it funny, potentially ruining a relationship with a very important client with his passive aggressive nonsense?
Will found it funny now, at least, seeing Mike's cherry red cheeks flushed as his eyes rolled back into his head. It was funny how quickly his dick could shut Mike up. Seemed like all Mike wanted from him these days.
His attention and his dick.
It was kind of annoying, but Will wouldn't be complaining about it when Mike twitched so sweetly around him.
“Nothing else to say?” Will questions on a particularly rough thrust, marveling in the choked out noises he gets in return.
Mike is so cute like this, lashes almost as dripping wet as his cock, which still weeps desperately as he's carved into. “Will… Will please, I said I was sorry…”
“Not good enough,” Will responds, pulling Mike’s leg on his shoulder even higher as he drives himself further into Mike's aching heat. “Should've… apologized… better,” he huffs out at each thrust, making sure that each is more exact and focused on Mike's prostate than the last.
Each thrust is complimented by a high-pitched keening noise from the back of Mike’s throat, piercing the air between them each time. “Will… Will, please don't stop, I'm gonna-”
Will takes Mike's pulsing shaft in his hand, and holds him tight at the base. A giddy sense of pride swells inside of him as Mike's eyes widen, looking down at where Will has grabbed him.
“Noooo… no no no…” Mike whines, unable to control the nasal keen he makes from the sensation. “Fuck, please Will…”
“You're an embarrassment, Mike. Genuinely, you are so embarrassing, all the time. Do you need to be taught a lesson, like a little kid?”
And that is when his stupid, wirey, needy boyfriend finally starts to cry.
“Like this… I always got made fun of for crying over nothing when we were kids… but look at you now…” he chides, his hand not holding Mike's aching cock moving to grab his lover’s chin. He holds Mike's face, keeping it steady as he drives into his lithe boyfriend. “Don't look away from me, Mike… this is what you wanted, isn’t it? My full, undivided attention?”
Mike moans as Will’s thrust connects with his prostate again, sending hot white stars into his vision. “Will, please, I'm sorryyyy,” he whines, unable to find any other words than dragging out the two syllable apology.
“Now you got it. What good did it do, huh?”
“Will… baby, please, I-”
THWACK- another strike of Will’s hand over the flesh of Mike’s rear. His hand holding Mike's cock stays where it is, and Will wonders if he can make Mike cum without spilling any more than he has.
Mike cries.
Will smacks him again.
It feels so good, for both of them. Mike shudders around Will’s cock, and Will pulses with the feeling of Mike's sensitive insides enveloping and squeezing him.
“I swear, you piss me off for fun sometimes.”
Mike doesn't say anything, which is enough for Will to know he's assumed correctly.
“You’re a brat, Mike, and you’re making it an actual problem for me,” Will groans as he lets go of Mike’s throbbing dick, and wraps both his arms around the leg hoisted over his shoulder. If Mike is going to drive him crazy, then then he’s gonna make him just as crazy, together. “So either quit with the attitude, or eventually I’m gonna give you a punishment you don’t enjoy.”
For the first time all night, Mike smiles, pushing into Will and making him bottom out as he’s held closer. “Yeah… that’s what you always say,” he quips through the mischievous grin spreading across his face. “C’mon Will, I’m not trying to ruin anything for you, I just-” he makes a particularly fucked-out whimper as Will presses his full weight forward, hip bones connecting with Mike’s own, “-Oh fuck… y-yeah, fuck, Will, please, just… just fuck me like you hate me.”
Will’s own expression softens. Mike really is cute, especially like this. The only way that Mike is ever truly honest is with his body, and it’s a body Will can read so easily when it’s under him.
“You’re stupid,” he says, roughly pulling out before diving in again. Mike’s response is only a strangled cry, something that fuels Will on another punishing attack at Mike’s insides. “Selfish.” Will slows down, torturously pulling out and relishing at the upturned eyebrows and gritted teeth he gets from Mike in response. “An annoying. Petulant. Child.” Three more trusts, to be exact.
Mike shudders, face screwing up in pleasure and humiliation as Will drives him over the edge. His eyes screw shut as his orgasm fires across him, cock pulsing as his cum hits his chest and the desk under him. It’s hot, and sticky, and his body shakes as the mind-numbing pleasure overtakes him. He whines out Will’s name, and relishes every thrust his boyfriend continues to make, bottoming out inside of him, stimulating his overworked insides.
The overwhelming tightness of Mike’s ass squeezes Will’s length as he continues to work through Mike’s orgasm. He’s not far behind, and the uncontrollable clenching warmth of Mike is pulling him further.
And he laughs.
And laughs, sliding in and out of Mike as he chases his own orgasm, coming to a slowing halt as he spasms into Mike’s hole. Will thrusts a few final times, laughter ending with a groan as he breathes through the shockwaves of ecstasy inside of his idiot boyfriend.
Said idiot boyfriend who thinks it’s his turn to laugh as Will slumps over him.
“What… what’re you laughing about?”
Mike hums contentedly, toothy grin wide as he lifts his head. “You’re the best,” he says, too fucked out to have much else to say.
With a roll of his eyes, Will stands straight up again, and slowly pulls out from Mike. This earns a hiss in response from Mike, but Will has plans to remedy any possible talk back from pulling out without announcing. Before Mike can say anything, Will is scooping cum from off Mike’s chest, and bringing it up to Mike’s troublesome mouth.
“And you’re the worst,” he says, pushing his fingers into Mike’s closed lips. “Now clean up your messes and stop making me do it for you.”
Mike obliges with a breathy moan, opening his mouth and sucking his cum off of Will’s fingers.
“So you do know how to be a good boy, afterall…”
Will pulls his cleaned fingers away, and Mike swallows.
And shows off his tongue, clean and sporting a single silver tongue ring.
“You’re a menace,” Will bemoans, looking over his boyfriend’s disheveled appearance.
“Yeah, but you like it.”
Will’s eyebrows furrow. “Sometimes,” he grumbles as Mike sits up.
His cum is seeping out of Mike, who puts his hands on Will’s shoulders with a grin. “Only sometimes?”
“Rarely ever.”
“Cruel,” Mike responds, wrapping his arms around the back of Will’s neck as the two gravitate closer together.
“Says you,” Will murmurs as he closes the gap between their mouths.
Mike only hums a noise of agreement as he opens his lips for the prodding of Will's tongue to meet his own.
They would do this again. Very soon.