Byler One-Shots

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Credits to: i don't know, i forgot I'm so sorry!!

The first time it happens is an accident.
They're fucking on the couch in Mike's basement, a rare occasion of having an empty house to be as loud as they want to be, and they're taking advantage. Mike moves in sharp, purposeful thrusts, always searching for the spot that he knows makes Will feel good because he punches out a sound every time he hits it. Mike's just left a string of hickies on Will's collarbones, leading up to his throat, and Will is whimpering as Mike leans back to examine his handiwork.
"You look good all marked up," Mike says, not dirty talk so much as observation, but Will hears it and extends his neck, baring his throat, showing off.
Mike groans as his hips rock forward into Will's impossibly tight, wet heat and he presses a hand to the column of Will's neck, pressing his fingers to the marks. It's barely any pressure at all but Will—
Will says, "Please," and seizes up into it like it's something he didn't know he needed.
He's almost hesitant, but the way Will's eyes cloud over with a fog of pleasure, the way Will's hips are pumping more rapidly to meet Mike's, the way Will's dick leaks a mess where it's nudging against both their stomachs—
Mike barely squeezes at the sides of Will's neck for a moment before Will's twitching around him, scratching nails down Mike's back, arching his back and coming in a mess between them. And Will is shaking head to toe, clinging to Mike, letting out a string of noises and Mike 's and oh 's, coming harder than Mike's ever seen him. And Mike's made Will come a lot .
The image of him trembling, the feel of his hot skin and his wet mess on their stomachs, the way Will clenches around him, the sound of him whimpering through the last wave of a gorgeously intense orgasm—
Mike fucks once, twice more into Will before he comes too, the sensation taking over his inhibitions so he's snapping his hips hard and rough through the end of his peak while Will whimpers, takes it, lets him finish.
Mike spends an embarrassingly long time afterward apologizing and making sure Will is okay, but deep down, he knows how much Will liked it. Maybe even needed it.
So afterward, once they're both cleaned up and cozy in t-shirts and sweats, they talk about it.
"I honestly had no idea I would be... into that," Will admits, "until it was happening, and then it was..." He makes a vague gesture that is meant to encapsulate the mind-numbing orgasm Mike had witnessed him having. Will flushes. "But I'd really like to do it again."
Mike nods, processing this, mind swirling with ideas at the thought of it, but one is most prominent.
"I don't want to hurt you," he says.
"You won't," Will says. "I trust you and—and I really want it."
So they talk it out. They set boundaries. A safeword and a tap-out signal, even though Mike vows to be so so careful that he hopes Will won't need either.
And by the time they're done talking it out, Will throws a leg over Mike's lap and straddles him, sitting down against Mike's rapidly hardening cock and grinding against it teasingly.
"Wait, now?" Mike asks, pleased to have a lapful of boyfriend but overwhelmed by it.
"Is there any reason we should wait?" Will asks, pulling his t-shirt over his head and setting to work on Mike's.
And really, who is Mike to stop him.
So in an instant they're both naked again and Will settles back into Mike's lap, reaching between his own legs to press fingers into his still sloppy-wet hole from their last round, lube mixing with Mike's come leaking out. And Mike gets the perfect view of Will fingering himself, hovering over his lap and rocking into his own hands while Mike holds his waist. And then Will's lining himself up and sinking down on Mike's cock with a groan. He takes him all the way down in one swooping motion and Mike lets out a noise like the wind's getting knocked out of him with the way Will's hole swallows him up, the tight, hot, wetness of it squeezing around him like a vice.
Will leans forward and nudges their foreheads together, ducking forward for a chaste peck of their lips before he starts slowly moving. It's all familiar at first, Will's body moving against him, the wet slide of lips. But as Will gets more lost in it, as his hips start pistoning faster, Mike knows Will is going to ask.
"Mike," he gasps.
Mike swallows hard. "Are you sure?"
In answer, Will takes Mike's hand off his waist and presses it to his throat, his own hand splaying out over Mike's around his neck.
"Please," Will says.
And who is Mike to deny him?
So Mike squeezes the sides of his throat and in an instant, he can tell how into it Will is. His expression immediately goes slack, his eyes glazing over. Mike only holds it for a few seconds before releasing the pressure.
"Okay?"
"Good," Will croaks out. "So good. Please, again—"
This time when Mike squeezes, Will's hips stutter in their movement, so Mike thrusts up into Will instead. But it's hard to thrust from this angle while also gripping Will's throat, and Will seems to realize that, so Mike eases off Will's neck to hold Will's hips and flip them so Will is on his back. He hitches Will's legs further up his waist and fucks into the wet heat of him, leaning forward to place wet kisses along Will's neck and collarbones, then finally interlocking their lips for a long kiss before he pulls back.
"Again?" Mike asks.
Will nods almost frantically and Mike can only keep moving his hips as he presses his hands back to Will's neck and starts to squeeze. Mike tests the water by holding it longer between times, only a few seconds at a time, but Will huffs.
"Hold it, please, I'm not gonna break," he demands. "I'll tap out if I need."
"Are you sure?" Mike asks, even though he knows Will is, even though he finds it absurdly hot just how sure Will is.
Will rolls his eyes. "Shut up and fuck me, Mike."
"Yes, sir," Mike says.
Mike shifts his position, kneeling up between Will's legs and pulling Will's legs apart to accommodate him, arranging Will beneath him so he can fuck him right. Mike thrusts forward and Will throws his head back and then, with his neck exposed so prettily, Mike puts his hands back around Will's neck. He looks into Will's eyes one more time, so much trust and love flowing between them that Mike doesn't need to ask this time.
Mike squeezes.
Will seizes up so beautifully into it, letting out a choked little sound, and Mike keeps pumping into him diligently, their hips rocking furiously together and Will gasping up at him like he's having a revelation. Mike is getting close already, the way Will squeezes like a vice around him, the way he extends his neck further, so trusting and beautiful and desperate. Mike keeps his hold on Will's throat like he asked even as Will's eyes flutter shut.
"You really like this, don't you?" Mike wonders aloud and Will's eyes flutter back open to blink bashfully. Yes .
Mike fucks forward again, again, vision whiting out as he approaches his orgasm, so he squeezes Will's neck and keeps punching at the spot inside him that makes him shout and Will responds so beautifully, arching his back up as his hips jerk forward and he comes and comes and comes. It looks impossibly more earth-shatteringly strong than the previous one, Will trembling full-body as tears leak out of his eyes and strings of cum shoot over their stomachs, reaching up to Mike's chest, and Will's pleasure is all Mike needs to see before he's following after, pushing himself as deep into Will's ass as he can possibly go, fucking his come into him and letting out a groan while Will just whimpers and whines.
Once Mike returns to his body, he wraps Will up tight in his arms and presses kisses to his neck, his shoulders, his collarbones, then moving to his face, his cheeks, eyelids, nose, chin.
"You're beautiful," Mike murmurs between kisses. "So beautiful. So good. God—"
Will, still limp and loose, wraps his arms right back around Mike and clings to him.
"Mike, that was—" Will starts, breathless, then cuts off. "Thank you."
"Anytime, love," Mike says, and Will pushes up to meet his lips in a kiss.