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Will's party had ended thirty minutes prior. Their friends had come over with cake, pizza, and birthday hats (even though Will insisted they didn’t need them) but Mike splurged because in his words “you only turn 18 once.”
He’d accepted it as Mike slid the “it’s my birthday” headband onto his shaggy hair and pecked him on the cheek before sliding past him into the house. They cut cake, ate pizza, and joked while they settled in to watch a couple movies. Will had enjoyed all of it, even the headband, it was one of his best birthdays.
They were cuddled up on the love-seat, legs outstretched and tangled, Mike’s arms wrapped around his waist, his lips basically glued to Will's neck, planting kisses on him every now and then. Will wasn’t paying much attention to the movie, he was thinking about what he wanted to ask Mike for. He did say anything. It hit Will suddenly, that he’d never tried switching it up with Mike.
It’s just how they’d settled when they first got together. Mike would hold him when they cuddled on the couch, Mike was the big spoon, Mike was the one leading during sex, Mike was always on top… and he didn’t completely hate the idea of switching it up… of leading… of demanding something of Mike in bed.
His mind started wandering and the vision only got clearer. Mike on his knees, spit-slick lips opened wide, tongue out awaiting Will's cock, it caused a stirring sensation in his jeans. He could see it perfectly. Mike's beautiful brown eyes begging him for more instead of using his voice because it would come out too strained if he tried to speak.
Will adjusted himself, tightening his legs together to hide his growing erection.
Mike noticed and whispered “Are you okay?” into his ear.
That didn’t help at all. A shiver ran through him.
“Yes… yeah, I'm okay.” He whispered, voice rising towards the end from the lack of air in his lungs. “I just… I think I know what I want… for my birthday.”
“Oh well what is it?” Mike breathed against his ear causing another shiver to rack through his body.
“We should wait for everyone to go.” Will’s voice was still strained and Mike must’ve known what he was thinking about because he answered with a-
“Oh I see, ok well hopefully this movie ends soon.” Mike said, Will could feel the smile behind his words.
Will hoped he’d keep that smile when he found out what he was planning.
Will pulled him into his room before their friends were even out the door. Screaming from the hall to “please lock up” and “get home safe.”
Whatever he was planning he was more than eager.
“So what are you thinking about?” Mike teased knowing it was going to be something good for them both.
The lock clicked behind Will and he was on him immediately, kissing his neck and mouth and eventually whispering into his ear.
“Can you get on your knees” Mike could hear the excitement radiating from his voice.
What.
He hadn’t expected this.
“I said can you get on your knees.” Will’s voice was dripping with excitement.
“W-what?” Mike stuttered out again, confused. Maybe he was hearing wrong.
“Just get on your knees for me.” Will softened his voice to get Mike to listen. He batted his eyelashes at Mike, something that usually worked, and softened his eyes, silently asking him to listen.
The drop in Will's voice and the tone he was using, it was so soft, his cock stirred in his jeans.
Before he could do what Will was demanding of him he felt a cold, strong hand slide from the base of his neck into his hair.
Will gripped his soft curls, grabbing a handful before pulling down harshly.
Mike released a full throaty groan and followed the pull of his hair. He gulped, adams apple prominent with every swallow and shallow breath he took.
“Fuck ok.” Mike said breathlessly, he was always captivated by how Will looked but this Will was different, voice soft and telling, no- ordering him to get on his knees.
He can’t say he’d never thought about it because he had, extensively. Long before they got together and even after, he’d imagined Will making him beg for his touch, making him get on his knees and made to ask for what he wanted. When they’d gotten together they kinda just fell into their roles. Mike had become the one who made Will beg and plead for more and they both liked it, he was content with that, but if he denied that getting told to get on his knees in this moment didn’t have him leaking into his jeans it’d be a complete and utter lie. It made him feel hot in all the right places and the look in Will's eyes was all he’d ever wanted but been too shy to ask for. Will raised his eyebrows expectantly, his soft eyes glancing to and from Mike's lips. His mouth spread into a smile the harder he gripped Mike's hair.
Normally Mike wasn’t so submissive, he liked a little push and pull when they had sex and especially a little resistance but it was usually Will doing the pushing Mike away and Mike doing the pulling him in. He’s not sure what changed but he did promise Will a birthday present, one thing of his choosing, anything and now he was here in Will's room and being told to get on his knees.
He slowly dropped one leg on the ground, holding eye contact with Will and then the next, thankful that he didn’t tip over because the look in Will's eyes was making his legs feel boneless.
Will pulled on his hair one last time, and met Mike's open mouthed moan with his fingers pressing against his lips.
“I’ve always loved your mouth. The way it looks, how red your lips are, how full they look and when you bite them- fuck it’s so hot.” Will teased, using Mike's spit to rub against his bottom lip and circle up to his top lip.
“Ya… what else-” Mike gulped “do you like?” he was unsure of what he wanted to hear but anything out of Will's mouth got him closer to wanting to stick his hand down his pants.
“I like kissing them, biting on them, making them red and puffy.” Will's voice was barely above a whisper focused on slicking Mike's lips up with his spit. “I’ve always wanted to fuck them.”
“Augh…” Mike groaned, rocking his hips into nothing. “How? With your fingers or…” Mike swallowed again. The thought of Will fucking his mouth made an obscene amount of spit collect in the back of his throat. He didn’t want to say it but Will did it for him.
“With my cock.” Will cut him off. He’d gained confidence in what he was saying, his voice was assertive unlike when he’d told him to get on his knees.
Will squeezed his bottom lip between his fingers before using his index finger to give his mouth a slow soft thrust, barely an inch but he was eager to give him a taste of what he was eventually going to get.
Mike's eyes fluttered shut, long lashes resting softly on his cheekbones, a wild uncontrolled noise erupting from his throat.
“Will, please.” Mike begged.
Will saw the corners of Mike's eyes watering. Mike was so pretty like this, waiting and begging, even though deep down he knew he’d eventually get what he wanted.
Will wanted to make him beg a little longer, to watch the tears threatening to slip from his eyes rush out of his control and glide down his cheeks and use them to fuck his mouth with.
But he’d overestimated his restraint and underestimated how quickly Mike would be reduced to a moaning whimpering mess or how much it would really turn him on because he was already so close to coming.
He thrusted his index finger in. Mike immediately swirled his tongue around it, sucking at it while Will thrusted into his mouth.
Mike mumbled out what sounded like a thank you. He rewarded him with another finger then another until Mike's mouth was wrapped around four, obscenely licking at them. He made a scissoring motion with his fingers, hitting the back of his throat, swirling around his tongue, getting to know every ridge and crevice of his mouth. Mike's tongue lapped between his fingers and sucked on him harder the deeper he went.
Mike looked so seductive like this, he could have any man begging to use him if they saw him like this, not that they would be able to resist him any other day, but this whole thing he had going on. Looking at Will from underneath his eyelashes, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, and oh so submissive.
He let Will's fingers probe the back of his throat and almost gagged at the sensation, instead he worked on breathing through his nose, he needed this and he didn’t want something as dumb as a gag reflex to fuck up everything he was feeling.
The longer it went on the more Will leaked into his jeans, the aching feeling in his lower regions getting more painful by the second, the layer of thick denim and cotton boxers weren’t helping. Mike looked like he was enjoying it though and Mike enjoying it brought Will pleasure so he wanted to drag it out.
Mike’s unfulfilling thrusts being met by nothing but the air between them set him on fire. He was like an animal in heat waiting for someone to put it in, to fill him up. If Will gave him his leg would Mike use it? Rut against it? Getting the friction he so desperately wants.
Mike pointed at Will's groin with his eyes, begging him for permission to let his cock out to hopefully get a taste.
A guttural sound ripping out of Mike's throat convinced him.
“Go ahead unzip me.” Will moaned out. Every little expression and thrust and even the damn tears from Mike sent shivers down his spine.
Mike slowed his sucking, just enough for him to focus on unzipping Will's jeans. He hurriedly pulled at his belt and unbuttoned them, hands shaking from anticipation.
The desperate need for something more, something bigger to fill his mouth gnawing at him like an animal in a cage.
He’d felt insatiable, something he’d never felt before when the roles were reversed, not that he’d ever tried something this forward with Will before.
Mike stared up at him, asking for permission to take him out of his boxers.
Will groaned “Fuck. You’re such a good boy Mike. Yes, you can do it. Take my cock out.”
Mike wasted no time, gently pulling at the waistband and sliding them down.
He knew Will was big, not as big as him, but still, big. But sitting here, knees aching and mouth taking what couldn’t be more than three inches of fingers, Will was suddenly more massive.
Will took his fingers out, a string of spit connecting his mouth and what Will was using to fuck him seconds ago.
Mike groaned at the feel of his empty mouth, absentmindedly following after Will's fingers.
He stroked Will's length, he was soaking wet, precome staining the front of his boxers when he pulled them down.
Will steadied his hand in Mike's hair again. Giving him a look telling him to continue.
Mike brought his cold hand down, touching Will's length, he immediately twitched in his hands. He gripped his aching cock, holding it in his fist, tip swollen, sensitive and still oozing precome. He tugged at it once, moving his hand in a circling motion.
“Yes, keep going. Just like that baby.” Will praised.
Mike let out something between a whine and a moan, he didn’t know he was capable of releasing that sound but Will praising him was making him do a lot of things he’d never known he could do.
Mike screeched when Will pulled on his hair roughly, like before, when he’d put him on his knees. He used Will's precome to slick his hand up, rubbing at the slit, spreading it down to the base, Will let out a whimper in response.
“Wait stop.” Will said, shoving his hand away.
Mike's body was running on a mind of it’s own because he stopped immediately, dropping his hands and placing them on the back of Will's knees. Mike usually never listened when Will would tell him to stop. They had a safe word and “stop” was not it but Will had him under his spell and he would jump off a cliff if he told him to right now, no hesitation.
“You can suck on it now.” Will loosened the hand in his hair.
Again, no hesitation from Mike.
He scooted closer to Will, taking hold of his cock with both hands. Will was a good ten inches, 7 more inches than Mike thought he could take but still he continued.
He slipped his tongue out of his mouth and licked at Will's slit.
It didn’t taste like much but salt, probably from the sweat they’d worked up other than that, not bad.
He continued his small licks on Will's slit, until he worked up the courage to swirl his tongue around the tip. He’d never sucked Will off before but the breath Will sucked in must mean he was doing well.
He sucked and licked all of Will's length before opening his mouth in an O shape and taking his tip into his mouth.
He sucked at it, like if he did more of his come would fill his mouth, a reward for being so good he’d thought.
Will slowly bucked his hips in, farther into Mike's hot wet channel, his mouth was made for this. He’d thought it before and now he was seeing it, the way Mike's tongue lapped at him and swallowed him whole, his perfect big lips sucking him in.
Will pulled out wanting to tease him a little more. He swatted Mike's hands away before grabbing hold of himself and pressing the slit of his dick against Mike's swollen bottom lip.
Mike closed his eyes at the sensation, wanting to touch himself, but he didn’t want to have to ask, he wanted Will to tell him he could. His mouth opened, it was starting to become his reaction to everything at this point. Will slid his tip on Mike's lips leaving precome in its wake. Tracing them before stopping and sliding just the tip in, quickly and swiftly just for a second like he’d done with his fingers.
“Do you want it back in your mouth?” Will mocked but Mike nodded eagerly. “Do you want to suck on it again?” Mike nodded again. “How bad do you need it?”
Mike tried to say something, tell Will that he wanted it really badly, that he was going to explode if he didn’t give it to him, but when he tried to voice his thoughts all that came out was a choked sound.
“Do you miss it because you’re a little whore for it now. That was so quick, you haven’t even let me fuck you yet” Will was really reading him like a book, he slipped it back in, just the tip, before retreating back and nestling it in the open space between his lips. “You like your mouth filled don’t you. Is this how it’s gonna be from now on, begging for me to use your mouth so you can get off. I bet your cock is dripping isn’t it. I haven’t even touched you yet.”
Mike whined and pleaded for more with his eyes. Every inch of his body was feeling something and how could it not, the way Will was talking to him, reducing him to nothing but a hole and still praising him at the same time.
“If you want it, ask.” Will said, voice sultry and filled with lust.
Mike tried to speak, but the lump in his throat was preventing him from doing so. He felt more tears prick at his eyes. He was scared of voicing his wants and needs, being so vulnerable with Will and asking for something like that. Could he really just open his mouth and tell him he wanted his dick in his throat, to choke him, to feel his balls slap at his face proving to himself he could take all of Will. Could he really just say he wanted Will to facefuck him so hard his throat would be sore for days, he’d never asked for something like that beore, something so filthy.
Mike pushed past the lump in his throat and the stinging in his eyes before opening his mouth. Will pulled away, giving him room to speak, but just as Mike's voice box finally decided to work, Will tightened the grip in his hair again and shoved himself inside in one quick fluid thrust.
Mike choked around him, trying to suck but so unbearably full. When Will pulled out just enough to give him some space, he relaxed his throat and hummed around him.
“Just like that baby. Suck it all up like a good little slut.” Will’s not sure where the newfound confidence to say all this came from but he loved it and Mike seemed to too. He pulled out completely before thrusting all the way in, hitting the back of Mike's throat with his swollen tip. “You like your mouth being filled up like this hmm?”
The tears threatening to spill had fallen, spilling down the sides of his face, leaving a wet trail behind.
He looked like a mess, a filthy fucked out mess, and he was a filthy mess.
Mike held onto Will's hips tighter, he loved Will doing whatever he wanted to him. Even if he’d wake up with a sore throat tomorrow or bruises on the nape of his neck from all the pulling. He loved that Will was doing this to him without thinking of the consequences or asking for Mike's reassurance.
He loved that Will was in control.
They fell into a rhythm, Mike sucked, licked and swirled his tongue around Will's length until Will was too close and sped up his thrusts. He began thrusting relentlessly, using Mike's mouth like a fleshlight. Mike accepted it, relished in it, balls slapping his face as his throat contracted.
Will pulled out one last time smacking Mike's lips with his cock before thrusting back in.
Mike looked absolutely debauched . His face wet with tears, mouth and chin covered in come, drool leaking from the sides of his mouth, and if he angled Mike's head right the print of his dick in his throat. He came, letting out string after string of come into Mike's throat, he wished he could take a picture and have something to remember this birthday by.
Mike sucked him dry, swallowing every bit, slurping up every bit of come that had slipped from his mouth. When he was sure there was not a drop left he pulled away from him, his cock leaving his mouth with a loud pop sound.
Mike fell against the door, limp and spent, he came sometime around Will smacking him with his dick he’s not sure when, but he felt the hot liquid seep out of him and just knew. It didn’t matter because he was still aching, cock begging for someone to touch it.
He cleaned his face with the back of his hand and tried to catch his breath, panting against the door.
Will had thrown himself backwards onto the bed, legs dangling off, his limp cock settled on his stomach.
A couple moments later Will met his eyes and slapped his hands on his thighs.
“C’mere” Will said, inviting Mike to sit on them.
Mike immediately crawled over, legs tired and weak. He garnered enough energy to lift himself, setting himself just beneath Will's hardening cock, on his thighs.
“It’s your turn.” Will said, unbuttoning Mike's jeans and stuffing his hand into his boxers before Mike could tell him he already did.
“Mm-fuck I already finished, I'm sorry” Mike said, voice shaking. He hid his face in the crook of Will's neck, embarrassed.
“God you’re so wet, can’t believe you actually came without me touching you.” Will pulled his cock out and stroked it.
He was completely covered in come, his jeans were soaked and Will should’ve noticed because of the large wet spot on his jeans.
“You said you just came but you’re all hard for me again” he slid his fist up and down, using his come as lube. He went faster and faster, Mike could only bury his face in his neck, letting out whimpers and squirming in his lap with every word Will said.
When Mike began to thrust into his palm, Will knew he was close.
“That’s right you like that” he whispered into Mike's hair, planting kisses on whatever part of him he could reach.
“Just come for me, come for daddy.” It slipped out of Will before he could think, he’s not sure where that came from but it was exactly what Mike needed since he groaned and with one final thrust his body spasmed, shooting out spurt after spurt of come into his chest and hands.
Mike continued thrusting into Will's hands, spasming, and coming down from his orgasm. He blacked out when he reached his peak and found his teeth piercing Will's shoulder leaving marks in its wake, when he realized what he was doing he immediately stopped but he had left a clear indent in his shoulder, it would probably bruise for weeks.
Will let go of the hold on his length, using both his hands to bring Mike’s chest closer to him. His breathing has steadied enough to talk now, asking Will “Daddy? Where did that come from?”
“I have no idea but you know-” Will pointed down with his eyes, to the mess Mike had made “I think you liked it, didn’t you” it came out as a question but it was a statement with more than enough proof to back it up.
“Can it be your birthday more often?” Mike said jokingly, but there was still some truth behind the question. He wanted to do this a lot more often.
“God yes!” Will shouted excitedly, flipping Mike onto the bed and straddling him.
He smiled before leaning down and placing kisses all over his face, his nose, his cheeks, his neck and eventually his lips.