soft paws ; byler

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Will gently caressed the cat that rested in his lap. She had white fur and some brown spots on her back. Her head was dark brown to the snout and her ears were light pink. Every time he stroked the soft fur, the animal's fur came loose and fell on the couch next to him. The cat's light hair already piled up, on the dark couch. Purring, she let the Byer's boy crawl between her ears and stretched out her paws. She put her head on her outstretched paws and closed her eyes purringly.

Joyce had once again wanted animal society after the loss of their old dog Chester and lo and behold. Suddenly, the Byers family had a new, hairy family member who listened to the name, Whiskas and occasionally purred.

Next to him, also asleep, hung in a half-seated half-lying position, his partner and best friend since childhood, Mike Wheeler. He snored quietly and out of his open mouth, ran down saliva at the corner of his mouth. His hair was a single mess. He didn't know how to find this absurd and funny image attractive, but he did.

He stroked the cat over the back again and then leaned his upper body to Mike. Close to his ear he paused and a slight smile placed on his lips. „Hey, Mike." He whispered in his ear and Mike smacked in his sleep. He closed his mouth and turned to Will murmuringly, his head fell on his shoulder before it slowly slipped forward. To prevent the fright, Will pushed him up on the chin again and received a dissatisfied grumble.

Will's head was now right next to Mike and he gently bed his chin on Mike's back of his head. „Mike.." He whispered again and this time Mike had heard him, because he murmured quietly before he slapped his hand blindly against Will's cheek, which by the way did not hurt him - and changed his sitting position. He now sat with his stomach turned to Will and had embraced him in his arms. „What's up?" He murmured sleepily and dug his nose into Will's crook of his neck, who greeted it with a quiet and throated laugh.

„You snore." He answered his murmured question and Mike slowly raised his head. With his eyes half open, he looked sceptically at Will and shook his head negatively. „Not possible," he denied in his sleep noises and blinked awake. „And you're drooling," Will added and wiped Mike with his wrist over the corner of his mouth, before smearing his saliva on Mike's pants.

Mike looked at the wet spot on his grey sweatpants and then up again to Will. „How grown up of you," Mike commented Will's act, with sarcasm in his voice and leaned forward to him. Their noses were already touching and they could feel each other's heated breath, tingling on their skin. „Don't pretend like, my saliva is disgusting you," he spoke in a dark, seductive voice and gave Will a crooked grin.

Will pushed Mike's face away with a smile and hit him against his leg. „Was that an attempt to turn me on, Wheeler?" he asked when he looked at him just as seductively, and teasingly took his lower lip between his teeth. „Fuck.. Will, don't do that," Mike exhaled and swallowed because of the not exactly unattractive picture that took place in front of his eyes. He received a nudge of his finger from Will, against his chest. „Tze, tze, tze.. So horny the wheeler.."

Will shook his head in disbelief and kept Mike at a distance with his finger. Because he, Will had the feeling, would jump on him at any moment if he let him off the leash. Mike slowly licked his lips and continued to keep eye contact with Will. However, Will was still as relaxed and quiet as before. He stroked Whiskas in peace, who had curled up in his lap into a ball and welcomed his touches with a purr.

He knew he was upsetting Mike with it. After all, he was puny two centimetres away from him and yet Will focussed more on the cat in his lap. This way of teasing Mike, would later only become his own doom. Mike grabbed Will's finger with his hand, which kept him at a safe distance, and took it away from his chest.

„You're pretty brave today Will." Mike smiled with a touch of amusement in his voice but only a touch. The rest was a mixture of lust, desire and impatience. Mike leaned forward to him, still Will's finger in his grip, and paused close to his lips. He put his free hand on Will's chin and stroked his lower lip with his thumb. „Be a good boy and let me taste your sweet lips." He breathed into his ear and caught Will's flaring lust in his gaze as he leaned down to his rosy lips again.

When he stroked his partner's soft lips again, he separated his upper lip from the lower lip and Mike nodded satisfied. „Good boy." He praised Will and replaced his thumb with his own lips. Mike's hand continued to rest on Will's chin and pulled his face closer to him, if that was even possible. Will put his hands in Mike's neck and played a little with his long-grown, wild curls there. Their open mouths met between heated and snappy breathing and Mike placed his free hand in Will's hair to mess with it.

Mike grabbed Will's hair a little hard with his fist and pulled him away from him backwards. Their lips detached from each other with a smack of their lips and both breathed snappy. Mike kept Will at a distance and drove his thumb again, over the now, swollen, red lips. „Where?" He squeezed out and Will understood without thinking about what he meant. This one word, was already enough for him to imagine several different scenes in his head. „My room."

Without exchanging any words, Mike let the handle slide out of Will's hair and pushed the white cat in Will's lap, with a smooth movement from his legs. „Sorry, Whiskas. This place is mine now." He apologised, unnecessarily to the cat, who sat down on the couch back and cleaned her paw uninterested, and Mike took Will by the hand to pull him into his room.

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