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In all honesty, Mike doesn’t know how he ended up here- in just about any respect of the phrase.
When he graduated from college, he didn’t expect to end up a streamer. But sat on a livestream in front of over 80k people playing Minecraft with his idiot friends, he feels pretty lucky he gets to do this for his job.
…Mike feels even luckier that Will Byers is as distracting and sexy as he is.
Which is definitely not what he should be thinking about, live on stream, but for once it’s really genuinely not his fault.
It’s not Mike’s fault Will decided to crawl under the desk, resting his chin directly in between Mike’s legs.
Staring up with those beautiful goddamn eyes. Watching. Waiting patiently.
Oh. Fuck.
It takes everything in Mike to remain composed. He’s live on stream, for fucks sake. And Will knows that. Of course he knows that- how could he not know that?
So… what is he doing?
Mike knows exactly what he’s doing.
He tries to swallow, tries to keep himself from getting hot, from getting hard. It’s a losing battle. He can see Will staring out of the corner of his eye, he can feel Will’s gaze.
Mike’s seen that look before. He knows that look far too well. He’s practically addicted to that look.
But… I’m fucking live. I’m supposed to be live for at least another hour.
…Fuck.
Fuck me.
Mike’s heart pounds uselessly as his character strides forwards through the Nether, brain reeling as he chases uselessly after Dustin and Lucas.
They’re trying to find a nether fortress, which is difficult on it’s own, let alone without Will Byers stroking patterns on Mike’s inner thighs, tracing little drawings and paintings into Mike’s skin like he’s his newest canvas. Like he enjoys teasing Mike, like he knows precisely what he’s doing…
Mike’s fine. Totally fine. Not at all distracted. Entirely focused.
An hour, Mike thinks, trying to take a deep breath. I can make it through an hour, right?
No problem- I just have to… you know, ignore Will’s hands.
His… His stupid little artist fingers. They’re so evil and talented.
I want to put them in my mouth…
“Mike!” Lucas’s voice cuts through the cloudy, horny haze in Mike’s brain. It takes all his focus to snap his attention away from Will’s fingers, which are slowly tracing higher and higher… “Are you still there?”
“Mmm. Yep. Sorry.” Mike’s eyes snap back to the screen. He tries to take a deep breath and really tries to focus, to keep playing the game.
Very suddenly, he realizes he’s at half-heath. If chat is anything to go by, he just fell off a cliff.
Oh.
…Oops.
“Okay well where the hell are you then?” Lucas started saying coordinates and only then does Mike realize he’s totally lost them.
Fuck.
His eyes dart back down to Will, who is smiling coyly up at him. Mike’s stomach twists with heat and want.
You’re going to be the death of me… not that I’m complaining. I’ll readily die at your hand.
Your beautiful… beautiful hands…
Come on, Mike. He does really try- he even tries to focus on the chat, but that only makes him laugh.
yellowbluewarrior: he’s real lost in the sauce today
starcourtrwb: mike where are u mentally rn
jujubeanie: do you guys think hes high lol
zoemurphy17: he’s definitely high
“I’m not high, you assholes,” Mike mutters. “I’m just… kind of out of it today.”
He hears Will stifle a giggle. Fuck you. Mike bites back a grin, his gaze flickering down to Will’s. Although. That’s probably what you want, isn’t it?
By some goddamn miracle, Mike manages to reunite with Lucas and Dustin. “Finally! There you are!” Dustin huffs. “Come on! I’m like 99% sure it’s got to be this way.”
Mike tries to take another deep breath, to fully focus back on the game, when Will’s lithe little fingers slid up his thigh again. Mike’s breath catches in his throat when they don’t stop this time, but instead move up to gently cup the growing tent in his shorts.
Fuck.
Mike’s breath caught. He forces his eyes to stay glued to the screen, but he can just barely see Will in the corner of his vision. There’s a coy little smile still on his face- one that’s far, far too pleased.
You little bastard.
Will leans forwards to press a soft kiss over the cloth- and then slowly, tentatively, starts to lick and tongue at it.
Mike’s heart all but stops, physically biting his lip. Fuck. Far too much catches in his throat- a noise that’s far too inappropriate for his current situation.
But… fuck it feels good- it’s wet and it’s wrong and it feels way too good.
How the fuck am I expected to do the rest of this stream?
Normally, Mike’s the one begging for Will’s attention, especially in ways he shouldn’t be. He’s definitely gotten Will off under his desk countless times now, but like this- never live on stream.
This… this is new. And… fuck.
Will hasn’t even touched him yet and Mike feels electric.
“Found ‘er!” Dustin calls proudly, aggressively wrenching Mike out from horny jail. “I told you guys I’d find it first.”
Find what? Mike’s brow furrows before he reregisters what the fuck is going on. Oh- the fortress. Yep.
It takes him a moment to realize he’s wandered away from the group again. Fuck. The chat is really yelling, more aggressively than normal.
freakingfrogface: GO BACK!!!!!!
yellowbluewarrior: U PASSED IT ALREADY
mindyflayer: what the hell are you so distracted by???
Mike’s cheeks flush. There’s no excuse for his absentmindedness- at least none that are PG enough for Twitch. Oh, I’m not distracted by much. Just my boyfriend touching me under the desk. Sorry about that chat.
By the time he finds the fortress, everyone’s already exploring… including Will. He rises up to his knees, reaching up for the drawstring of Mike’s shorts.
The tie gives way easily, and Will quickly tugs them off to reveal Mike’s already stained, tented boxers.
Mike isn’t sure he’s breathing anymore.
Especially not as Will makes a little pouty face before grabbing the elastic band, pulling that down too until Mike’s hard cock springs up, already leaking pre-come.
Fuck.
Mike has just enough instinct to mute his mic as Will licks a stripe from the base of Mike’s cock to the tip, then sucking the tip into his mouth.
A half-stifled moan chokes out of Mike, one hand flying to cover his mouth as his eyes dart from Will, mouth wrapped around his cock, to the ceiling.
You’re going to fucking kill me, Will.
“Mike!” Dustin yells, snapping Mike back out of it (or into it?). “Where the fuck are you now?!”
Goddammit. “Here-“ Mike’s voice cracks pathetically, and it’s a blessing in disguise that he forgot to switch his mic back on for it. “Yep, I’m- I’m here, sorry.”
Mike’s certain his face is unbelievably red. He’s breathing way too heavily. His insides are writhing- but in a good way. A great way, even.
Will kept gently stroking his length, sending spikes of hot pleasure through my body.
“What- What’s up?” Mike all but squeaks.
“Blazes!!” Dustin sounds a bit incredulous. “We found the spawner!!”
Yep. Blazes. Nether fortress. Not my sexy boyfriend getting me off. Right. Mike’s brain reels.
Will tugs Mike’s cock back into his mouth, taking almost all of him at once.
Mike falls off the nether fortress and dies on impact.
“Mike!” Lucas huffs. “What the fuck!”
Yeah okay I absolutely cannot do this right now right now.
“I-I’m sorry guys, I think my wifi is being weird and I… I keep teleporting around,” Mike tries to come up with an excuse, even though his brain is not functioning. He’s not even sure what he’s saying is making sense.
Will very helpfully pulls Mike’s cock back in and out of his mouth. Mike has to swallow to keep from making a sound.
Oh fuck. Jesus fuck. Okay. Okay-
“Let me reset my shit,” he manages, rambling uselessly. “I- I’ll be back in- once I figure it out. Sorry guys. Sorry- one second-“
Mike can’t turn off his computer fast enough. As he does, Will bobs his head, pulling his cock fully back into his mouth again.
“God fucking-“ Mike lets out a ragged gasp that quickly turns into a moan, his eyes fluttering shut. “You’re trying to kill me,” his voice comes out embarrassingly strained.
Will pulls back off his dick, smacking his lips with a loud POP!
Case and fucking point.
“Well…” Will says a bit sheepishly. “You told me if I ever wanted your attention… I just had to ask.”
Oh. Mike’s stomach flips- more than a little pathetically. That’s…
That’s maybe the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. Mike reaches for Will on instinct, grinning as he tugs him up into Mike’s lap.
Will settles easily, wrapping his legs around Mike’s waist. He leans in for a kiss, but Mike decides it’s his turn to tease- at least for a minute.
He pulls back, keeping their lips inches apart. “Well? What’s the matter, baby?” Mike breathes, trying to keep his voice honey sweet like he isn’t trembling himself. “What is it? What do you need?”
Will’s eyes flash hungry and he closes the space between them with a surge.
And fuck- he loves when Will looks like that- knowing that Mike makes him feel that way, that only Mike gets to see that gorgeous flushed side of him…
They’ve been together for years now, and it still makes Mike feel just as insane- just as crazy- as it did the first time.
Mike breaks away enough to nose as Will’s neck, pressing hot kiss after kiss until he reaches the sensitive spot just below Will’s ear. He hears Will’s breath catch- feels it, feels his body tense. It feels like a reward- or the beginnings of one.
Mike wants more.
He always wants more.
He can’t help but bite at Will’s neck, sucking and soothing with his tongue. That earns a proper noise- a broken moan, a ragged inhale. Mike smiles. “Yeah…? That good?”
“Mmm…” Will’s head tilts to the side, exposing more of the curve of his neck- more skin just begging to be kissed.
And who the fuck is Mike to say no?
If there’s one thing Mike Wheeler is, it’s an addict for Will Byers. He’s positive that he’ll never, ever get enough- not of the sound of his voice, of listening to his thoughts, of being near him, of kissing him, of the noises he makes, of fucking him-
He ducks his head into Will’s neck, licking over the spot he just made before moving to another. Will’s skin tastes like salt and sweat- and something sweet and so inherently Will.
If this is his addiction, then Mike never, ever, ever wants to get clean.
“Mike…” Will moans- a real, proper moan that sets Mike’s insides on fire. It sounds like music- like a fucking symphony.
Mike sucks harder, trying to tug Will impossibly closer. His hands dart under the soft fabric of Will’s t-shirt, running under the edges. Will’s skin feels hot- just as hot as Mike’s, like they’re burning up together.
What a way to die.
Will rolls his hips, rubbing up against Mike’s unclothed cock, pressing it against Will’s stomach. It’s unexpected and sudden and good- and sparks shoot in front of Mike’s eyes.
He chokes on a groan, pressing his face into Will’s neck. Oh fuck-
“Yeah…? That good?” Will breathes back, and Mike can hear the teasing smile.
Then he reaches in between them, wrapping a hand around Mike’s cock and starting to pump his fist.
Fuck. Mike can barely raise his head enough to meet Will’s lips, messy. He really is going to kill me.
There’s something about Will taking control like this, about him making fun and teasing and being just a little mean, that makes Mike feel more than a little wild.
Plus he’s in Mike’s lap, practically trapping Mike in his gaming chair, in his work chair… Hell, I’m supposed to be streaming right now.
They’re going to give me such hell for this. But right now Mike can’t even pinpoint exactly who he thinks he means by ‘they’. He isn’t sure he even cares.
This is worth it.
I fucking love getting to make my own schedule.
Mike struggles to kiss him as Will keeps working him with his hand. Mike’s mind is rapidly devolving to mush, his hands roaming anywhere and everywhere he can touch. He grabs the edge of Will’s shirt, tugging at it. He wants it off- wants to be able to touch all of Will…
Will pulls back enough so Mike can pull his shirt off, then Will returns the favor.
Mike tries not to whine at the loss of Will’s hand on his cock- but he does whine when Will puts it back. “Fuck…” Mike tries to breathe, but it comes out ragged- it’s like he’s fully forgotten how at this point. “You’re so fucking... so fucking distracting…”
Will smiles at that, looking far too pleased with himself. “I gathered that much.”
Mike groans. “No, you… you don’t get it,” he tries to insist, tries to breathe as Will keeps pumping his fist. His thoughts aren’t making any sense- it’s pathetic how quickly and badly Will manages to work him up. “It’s not fair.”
Will shakes his head, giggling. “Maybe you’re just easily distracted. Have you considered that?”
“Yeah,” Mike insists, his words coming out a bit disjointed. “But it’s you. You’re- You’re what’s distracting me. Always.”
Will’s smile grows wider, almost like he can’t help it. “I like it when you’re distracted by me.”
Mike lets out an embarrassing sound at that- and it quickly devolves into a moan as Will slides out of his lap and onto his knees.
Oh.
Mike’s dick twitches preemptively, his eyes wide and stuck on the image of Will Byers on his knees in front of him, ready to suck him off.
It’s not a new image- not by any means- but it never gets any less heady, any less heated.
When Will pulls Mike’s cock into his mouth, he looks like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.
He's going to kill me, is all Mike can think. He’s actually going to kill me. I'm going to die.
Mike feels himself go boneless, stifling his groan into a contented sigh- although the groan comes out rumble as Will runs his tongue over Mike’s slit. “Fuck Will…”
Will hums in response, taking him a bit deeper into his mouth. He bobs his head, fingers skating up Mike’s thighs again, tugging them closer together- like he still wants more.
"Fuck..." Mike has to shut his eyes, to focus on breathing so he doesn’t pass out. He can’t help but moan, his hips shifting more than a little restlessly. “Fuck-”
Will hums again, sucking and hollowing his cheeks before pulling off longer enough to whisper, “Take what you want, Mike.”
Mike’s heart gives a funny skip, his eyes snapping back open to meet Will’s gaze. He feels far too intoxicated for how sober he is- like he’s drunk purely on Will. “Are- Are you sure?” He manages, his voice pathetically weak.
Will presses a kiss to the head of Mike’s dick, far too soft and sweet. “Take it,” he repeats, his breath feather light along Mike’s cock, slick with spit.
Mike shivers- and then moans as Will pulls him back into his mouth. “Fuck me…”
He starts to fuck into Will’s mouth with earnest.
It’s too much almost immediately- the slick slide of Will’s lips, the wicked curl of his tongue…
Mike can’t breathe.
He isn’t sure he’ll ever breathe again.
After a moment, Will’s eyes flicked up to meet Mike’s- and that alone could’ve been enough to get him off. The look of Will Byers utterly fucking debauched, mouth full with Mike’s cock, saliva coating his chin, looking like there was nowhere else he’d rather be but fucking letting Mike fuck his mouth?
Fuck. Too much.
Mike inhales sharply, feeling the beginnings of an orgasm unfurling deep in his stomach, hot and good. “Will…”
Will seems to get the message and pulls off- but not before lavishing the head of Mike’s cock with sweet, sweet kisses.
Mike moans- loud and embarrassing, but he can’t bring himself to care.
“You fucking tease,” he manages in between panting breaths.
Will wipes the corners of his mouth, his eyes dark and focused. The marks Mike sucked into his neck are starting to bruise already. It all is far too hot- makes Mike’s head spin.
Fuck.
Then Will has the audacity to blink, innocent and beautiful, before whispering, “Fuck me, Mike.” He leans down and presses another kiss to the head of Mike’s cock, sucking gently. “Please?”
Oh.
Mike’s brain reels- any blood that’s left in his brain rushes south, making him so fucking hard it hurts. “Fuck-“
Yeah. Okay. You don’t have to ask me twice.
He reaches blindly for Will’s shoulders, half-yanks him back up to his mouth so he can kiss him.
Will slides back into Mike’s lap, his arms winding around Mike’s neck as he licks into Mike’s mouth.
He can taste himself, but he finds he doesn’t fucking care one bit. All he hears is- Fuck me, Mike. Please.
You told me if I wanted your attention… I just had to ask.
Well. Will’s sure as hell asking.
Mike tugs at Will’s sweats until they’re off, nosing at the other side of Will’s neck, taking his time to find a new spot and lavish it- kissing, biting and sucking, kissing some more until Will is writhing in his lap, panting.
Gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous…
He hasn’t thought as far ahead as logistical things like lube, but apparently Will has. Will pulls it out of… somewhere- Mike is far too busy attaching himself to Will’s neck to pay attention. He really only notices once Will pops the lid open- and that’s because he’d probably notice that pop! anywhere.
Mike pulls back almost instantly, his eyes meeting Will’s- glazed over with want and pleasure.
God- the sight makes Mike’s head spin. He looks like a goddamn painting- like a work of art.
“H-Here,” Will pants.
Mike takes it instantly, although he doesn’t look away- how could he? He sets it down on his desk so he can thumb the edge of Will’s boxers with one hand, cupping his waist. His other hand rubs against the tented, wet bulge. Hot. “Bossy.”
Will groans, shooting Mike a somewhat frustrated, horny, in-love look- a perfect combo. Mike loves to make him look like that… “Mike,” he warns, voice halfway to a whine as he ruts up against Mike's hand.
The sound is like crack. Mike’s torn between needing more and giving him what he wants.
Just a little more.
“So desperate,” Mike presses his lips to Will’s, nipping at his bottom lip. Will’s hands run through his hair, tugging a little roughly. It sets Mike’s blood on fire. “You’ve got yourself all worked up, baby, and all for me?”
Will half-moans into the kiss, which all but confirms it. Mike licks into his mouth, drawing out another panting groan. Mike can’t help but grin into the kiss, head spinning.
He loves when Will gets like this, too- when his words and thoughts, which are typically so put together, begin to slip away and all he can do is writhe and whimper, moan and kiss, chant “Mike” like it's a goddamn prayer…
Mike loves that he makes Will like this- that only he can make him fall apart so spectacularly, make him feel good…
Make him feel good. Mike pulls back, hating the sound of disapproval as he does.
“One second, baby,” he promises, grabbing the bottle of lube and drizzling some onto his fingers.
Will squirms, watching Mike’s every move with dark eyes. Even now, after years of being together, it still sends a zing up Mike’s spine- to have Will Byers look at him like that…
It’s better than any drug Mike can imagine.
“I’ve got you, Will,” Mike doesn’t even realize he’s talking until the words are out, his voice low and far steadier than he feels. “You ready, baby?”
Will groans in response, nodding, and- fuck. Mike’s head spins.
He’s a goddamn addict.
Will’s eyes flutter as Mike’s first finger enters him, slowly and carefully starting to prep him. His back arches and he tilts his head back, another low groan tearing through him like a fucking symphony.
He’s an artist, not a musician- but god it’s moments like this Mike is sure Will could do both.
Desire churns deep in Mike’s stomach. “God, you’re so fucking hot,” he mumbles, trailing kisses down his neck before finding new spot after spot to lavish. It’s addicting- the taste, the response, the thrum of Will’s pulse under his lips… Mike is definitely leaving marks- too many of them, probably- but he finds he doesn’t really care at all. Not with the way Will was responding. “And you’re all mine…”
“Ohh… Mike…” Will’s hands tighten in Mike’s hair. He’s grinding his hips, in search of that perfect spot, the perfect friction.
Mike knows that tone of voice all too well. It makes his blood sing. “More?” He runs his tongue up the many, many bruised patches on Will’s neck.
“Mmmh…” Will squirms, his breathing hitching. “Please…”
Well, he asked so nicely…
Mike adds another finger, ignoring the awkward angle of his wrist and just letting Will use him however he wants. And, when he asks a few minutes later, Mike adds a third too.
He’ll give Will whatever he wants. Anything.
Between the two of them, it doesn’t take long to find the spot. Mike knows he’s got it when Will’s lips part, a wanton moan spilling out of him like he physically can’t stop it. And fuck- if that doesn’t make Mike’s head spin.
“There?” He whispers.
Will manages a nod, lashes fluttering as he keeps grinding his hips, his cock standing tall and proud between them, leaking profusely.
Fuck...
“Good,” Mike nibbles his ear, licking and kissing his neck, whispering any and all sweet praises he can think. “Good boy- so, so fucking good, Will, take it- take what you want, baby- take it all, anything you want- fuck-“
Mike could’ve stayed there forever, letting Will use his fingers for his pleasure. Mike would have. He can feel Will getting closer and closer to the edge, his gasps getting louder and louder, more unrestrained by the second- and Mike would’ve let him.
He would let Will do anything he wants.
But eventually, Will remembers they have a bigger goal in mind.
“Mike- Mike- I’m ready,” he insists, stilling his hips, voice breathy and desperate. “Fuck, Mike- please, please- fuck me, Mike, please…”
There’s nothing left in Mike’s head. Just the breathy whines and whispers of Will Byers.
Yeah. Mike nods. Okay.
He wipes his hands on something- his shirt from the floor- and immediately starts slicking himself up, using a careful touch because fuck- it feels like one wrong touch could send Mike spiraling over the edge.
Then, Will readjusts himself so he’s kind of on his knees, straddling Mike and pressing him into the chair. with a kiss.
He lines up Mike’s cock, and slowly starts to sink down.
Holy fuck.
They moan and pant into each other's mouths, only parting to breathe. For a moment, neither of them move as Will adjusts to the angle of Mike inside him, and Mike tries valiantly not to come.
It takes more concentration than Mike cares to admit to stay still, to just watch relief and pleasure bloom on Will’s face and ignore the heat thrumming up and down Mike’s veins.
“Good?” Mike manages after a minute, chest heaving.
Will nods, his eyes turning back to Mike’s. And- fuck- they are sharp, blazing with desire.
Mike wants to drown in them.
“Please,” Will pleads.
Mike doesn’t think twice.
He starts to thrust up into Will as he started to shift his own hips too. And…
“Fuck…” Mike can’t help but let out the moan, fire and heat collecting in the base of his stomach.
Oh fuck- He’s not going to last long at all…
Luckily, it doesn’t seem like Will is going to either. His eyes are shut tight, lips parted in pleasure as he pants, clenching Mike’s shoulders to keep balance as they move together.
It’s more than a little off-balance because of the angle and the chair, but neither of them care. It feels- fuck-
“Fuck- baby, you look so-“ Mike’s words trail off in another groan. He just- he looks like a fucking work of art. “Will…”
“Mike…” Will breathes out, his eyes fluttering open to meet Mike’s. The eye contact sent zings through his stomach. “Mmmn… feels so good… You feel so good…”
Oh fuck me.
Mike bites the inside of his cheek hard, (unsuccessfully) desperately shoving down the beginnings of an orgasm. “Yeah?” He manages, his voice coming out an embarrassing crack.
“Yeah,” Will moans back.
Fuck. Oh fuck-
“You’re going to kill me,” Mike chokes out.
What a way to die.
“Touch me,” Will all but begs, smearing their lips together in another messy panting kiss. “Please.”
“Fuck-“
Mike’s hand wraps around Will’s cock and he begins to roughly jerk him off. Will moans into his mouth, tugging at Mike’s hair for balance. Fuck- fuck-
His other hand tightens around Will’s waist, trying to pull him as deep, as close, as possible. Heat starts to roar in his stomach, rising all too fast. Fuck- fuck fuck- “Will-“
“Mike-” Will echoes back, gasping. Their teeth clack messily and Mike barely notices, too lost in the pleasure, in Will-
It’s too much.
A moment later, Mike feels lips latch onto the base of his neck. He moans embarrassingly loud, gasping like an idiot, but- oh fuck-
“Will-” is all he can say, repeatedly. “Will- oh- fuck- Will-” Mike’s mind is quickly turning into pure fire. “I’m c-close…” He whines, sounding all too pathetic and wrecked, but it just- it happened so fast-
Fuck I’m- fuck-
“Me too,” Will pants back, breath hot against Mike’s neck.
Mike can feel himself teetering on the edge- mere moments from tumbling over.
But he- he wants Will to come first, he needs to make him feel good, to- to… oh fuck…
As if he knows what Mike’s thinking, Will’s lips rise up to his ear and he whispers, pleads- “Come, Mike, I want you to come- come for me, baby…”
Oh god oh fuck-
Stars spark in front of Mike’s eyes, so hard and hot his mind instantly sets ablaze. A moan spills out of his mouth- he might’ve been fully shouting, he doesn’t know.
Mike’s mind goes blank- totally overwhelmed with heat and fire and pleasure-
Oh fuck- oh god-
Will…
When Mike eventually comes back down to earth, the first thing he registers is his face pressed into the sweaty nook of Will’s shoulder. He’s breathing heavily- they both are, like they just finished running a marathon.
Holy shit.
For a long, long minute, Mike can’t speak. He can’t even really think. All he can do is struggle to remember how to breathe.
“H-Holy shit,” is all he can manage to say at first. He somehow manages to keep his voice straight, like he didn’t just orgasm so hard he saw stars.
“Holy shit,” Will pants in agreement. His cheeks are flushed a beautiful red, his hair a fluffed up mess. There is cum on his stomach, on Mike’s hands. Will looks dazed, stunned- so, so pleased.
Good.
They lay there for a minute- a long minute, reeling in what just happened.
Then, as realization hits, Mike groans. “I… I can’t believe I have to go finish that stream now.”
That makes Will giggle. “Sorry.” He doesn’t sound or look sorry in the slightest.
Mike turns to look at him, already grinning. “Do not even think about it. That was…” Worryingly hot.
“Fun?” Will offers with a coy smile.
Mike snorts. That’s one word for it. “Yeah. Fun.”
It takes more effort than Mike cares to admit to get up and start cleaning them both up. He's technically on a timer, but his brain feels like soup, which doesn’t bode well for the rest of the stream he has to do.
But god, simultaneously, he feels so fucking good.
He feels alive.
Yeah. This is... definitely not good for my career.