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Hot. Will’s body was so hot it was ridiculous. He wasn’t even in heat, yet his skin felt like on fire.
Will never hated the warmth. He longed for it as a child, always eager for hugs from his friends, from his family, from Mike. And that didn’t changed after his week in the Upside Down. It intensified. Longing for the daylight and warm, soft blankets in his nest.
After the Mind Flayer, his body started to cold down faster and he hates it. If while sleeping, whether deep in sweet dreams or nightmares, the blankets slipped off his body or he got a little cold, he would wake up terrified. Almost like just the idea of allowing himself to get cold was an open invitation for that creature to possess him again.
That’s how the deal started. Sort of.
For their second year of college, he and Mike had decided to move in together. A small two-bedroom apartment in Queens was what they could afford. A really small place. Couldn’t even fit a sofa. At least they had their own rooms and the bathroom was decently sized.
But when the harsh New York winter began to seep through the old wooden planks and Will’s cold-related nightmares worsened, Mike offered his bed. It was not a big deal. They’ve shared before. And Mike’s bed was big enough for them both and it came with Mike’s warmth included. Mike is so warm. Everything in him is warm. The softness in his voice or the way his smooth hands could envelop Will’s torso as he sleeps, sending warm pulses through his body.
Mike’s body always gives off warmth. So the other thing came when Will couldn’t tell apart warmth from heat anymore. And when the dried tears he would wake up with weren’t from night terrors anymore, but from desire.
And it all started because Mike wanted to be stronger.
He found out a couple months ago, and Mike dropped it so casually Will thought he’d forget it. But he couldn’t. Not that night, later, in his bed, eyes glassy and panting, underwear soaked, fantasizing about Mike being strong enough to pick him up and destroy him against a wall.
And then he started feeling Mike’s results. When his arms, formerly thinner and now not extremely muscular but stronger, started to hold him solidly, trapping him easier, pushing him to his chest.
So it just happened. Naturally. One day, Mike’s hands started to wander and he didn’t exactly wanted to stop them. He learned that lifting his jaw and offering his throat would get him a good amount of kisses, bites and hickeys. And that spreading his legs, just a little, would get him at least two of Mike’s long fingers deep down his pussy, pumping inside him until his orgasm.
It only happened at nights. They rarely talked during it, but as soon as the sun rose they’d just pretend nothing happened. As if Will’s pussy didn’t have the outlines of Mike’s fingers memorized.
Then summer arrived. And Mike decided he would no longer wear a shirt at home. He would wander around their small kitchen shirtless. The sole purpose of his strong back was to distract Will. Mike didn’t do it on purpose, but Will could no longer be in the same room as him without getting soaked to his thighs.
And the abs. The first time he saw them was because Mike showed them off to the group, claiming to have incredible genetics that allowed him to grow them quickly before summer, and Will has been obsessed ever since.
He loved to lower himself a little and bury his face in the alpha’s firm, hard stomach. Mike didn’t even have to touch him; he just ran his hands through Will’s chestnut-brown hair, gently stroking it as he sighed satisfied, kissing his stomach before going lower. Purring as he rubbed his nose in the hair that descended from Mike’s navel, reveling in the musky, oaky scent.
That's how he got here. To the intense heat coursing through his body under Mike’s touch. It must be past midnight, but it’s so hot outside none of them can sleep, pressed together with sweaty bodies and barely any clothes on. Mike sleeps shirtless in the summer; Will got rid of his shorts and underwear a while ago, when the kisses started getting wetter and more intense, when the saliva, whether his or Mike’s he doesn’t know, began to descend to his jaw, falling to his neck before Mike licks it and starts kissing him there.
Will was gone. Lost in kisses and ridiculously wet, squeezing his legs together while one of the alpha’s hands gripped his hip. His worn-out The Cure tee shirt was damp with sweat and Will desperately wanted to make it disappear from his body.
The omega’s hands, resting on Mike’s strong, flat chest, begin to move down. They trace his ribs gently, without paying much attention, still lost in the kiss. Mike shivered slightly at the touch. Then he moved he moved his hand down and gently traced the alpha’s abdominal muscles, touching with his fingertips, and purred at the mere touch. He could hear Mike’s smug laughter between kisses as he sensed his purr, but he didn’t care now, as he let the tip of his index finger draw swirls in the hair on Mike’s stomach.
The hand Mike had on his hip slid down to hook behind his thigh and lift it, spreading his legs to place one over his own pelvis. Will understood the signal; Mike wanted him to get on top. And Will wanted to get on top, but then the idea, so dirty and so hot, came to him, and and he feels drunk with lust just thinking about it. He effortlessly removes the leg that had been on Mike and smells the confusion and intrigue growing in the alpha.
He places his entire hand on Mike’s stomach, rubbing the skin and sliding it down inside the alpha’s tracksuit bottoms, without quite touching his dick. He moves it up and down several times, rubbing his hand against Mike’s now taut abs, and he’s so turned on that he lets out a trembling sigh as the need grows between his legs, pressing his thighs tightly.
His clit throbs at the mere sensation of the heat Mike’s cock is emanating from beneath his pants. He trembles with pleasure, squeezes his legs together and feeling the sting of his clitoris from the pressure. He gasps audibly.
“Stop that,” Mike murmurs, his voice so husky that Will gets even wetter and it’s so pathetic. He’s so embarrassing and desperate, it’s so ridiculous that Mike didn’t even have to touch his pussy and he’s still so wet for him, so ready. “Get on,” he finally finishes.
Will nods, without looking at him, still rubbing Mike’s abs with one hand. The moonlight filters through the poorly closed curtains and perfectly outlines the erection in Mike’s pants. He wanted to sit there and bounce all night, keeping Mike’s knot hot and throbbing, but he had other plans.
His hips shudder at the command, and he can feel his folds slide over each other with such ease that it makes a sound, but he can’t even savor the sensation of being so lubricated when Mike puts a firm hand on his hip and murmurs for him to stop fooling around and get on top.
He lets out a moan, but Mike’s big, hot hand on his hip is not enough. He needs more. He needs something in his cunt immediately.
Climbing on top of Mike comes so naturally to him that his hands tremble with anticipation. Having to take his hand off the alpha’s abs was a loss, but what comes next is better. His thighs position him astride Mike, straddling him, and his dripping pussy settles right on top of his erection.
Mike lets out a low groan, finally feeling some pressure on his aching cock. His hands are quick to roam the omega’s thighs and settle on his hips, lifting the damp shirt and letting the moonlight barely illuminate the curly brown hair that adorns Will’s pussy. Saying Mike’s smile is smug at the sight is running out of words.
He squeezes his hips, trying to draw more pressure from Will’s wet heat on his clothed cock. There’s a damp stain on his pants, and he no longer knows if it’s his or the omega’s. Will’s hips shift slightly, rubbing and sliding his folds over the bulge, while his hands rest on Mike’s chest.
But when Will decides that’s enough, he stops abruptly, gaining himself a frustrated growl from the alpha. He bites his lip as he adjusts his legs and slides forward, cunt leaving a wet trail on its wake, until he sits on his stomach, on his abs.
He appreciates the sensation instantly, his vaginal lips brushing against every curve of Mike’s belly. He moans softly. Mike’s hands slide down to his thighs, and Will can’t quite see the expression on his face, but Mike’s mouth is slightly open, and only almost inaudible sighs escape it.
“Mike,” he gasps, feeling his clitoris press against the heat of his stomach. He begins to move gently back and forth over Mike’s abs, feeling the alpha dig his fingers into the skin of his tights. His legs tremble with lust and the excitement blurs his vision. His hips begin to trace circular movements and his pussy soaks Mike’s belly, dripping down his thighs. “Mike,” he moans again, not really sure what is he asking.
The alpha snarls before his hands make their way back to Will’s hips, clearly irritated by the lack of attention to his cock, but he doesn’t hesitate before squeezing Will’s hips to pull him down onto his stomach, letting out a groan as Will presses down hard.
“Like this,” he guides, guiding deeper, more pronounced circular movements. Will raises his head, uselessly exposing his throat as he groans. “Do it like this.” Will nods, dazed.
He increases the speed of his hips. Yes, the pressure Mike is indicating feels good, but he’s so desperate that he only wants to chase the heat lodged in his lower belly, seeking its release. His hands slide from Mike’s chest, positioning themselves on either side of his arms, drawing strength from the bed to get on all fours over Mike as he presses hard, forcing his clitoris to rub against the alpha’s wet abdomen. Mike’s hands move up and squeeze his ass, spreading his cheeks and exposing his wet hole to the fresh air of the room.
Mike kneads and squeezes his ass cheeks, grunting softly and sighing at the sensation of being used like this. Will arches his back almost painfully to get closer and force the sensation at the same time. Mike tries to plant a kiss somewhere in his torso, but Will only manages to gasp his name while rolling his eyes. He just thinks about Mike, Mike, Mike, Mike…
Mike takes good care of him. Mike always makes him feel protected and so full, even when he’s empty. Mike is so good to him and lets him use his toned abs to satisfy himself, letting him ride his abs until he cums.
Mike is such a good alpha.
He purrs just thinking about it, slowing his hips down almost without realizing it. Of course, Mike doesn’t let him get distracted so easily, because he raises a heavy hand and gives him a smack on the ass that elicits the dirtiest moan yet. His vagina contracts and he feels spasms of anxiety, he lowers his head as he refocuses on getting back to work with frenetic movements. He needs this, he needs this orgasm. He needs to come all over Mike’s abs so that when any other omega dares to approach, the first thing they smell is the evidence of how good Will’s pussy felt here.
He arches his hips as his folds are tucked between the grooves of the alpha’s abs, and he’s so desperate for something inside him that he starts to whimper, because the sensation is so good that he wishes there were a way to ride Mike’s abs while being knotted by him at the same time. He’s so greedy, and it shows in the way Mike’s belly is coated with Will’s lube, so slippery just for him. He whimpers when he feels a squeeze on his thighs that stabilizes him, preventing him from slipping.
Mike grunts. “Are you tired already?” he mocks. And it’s humiliating, because he must be feeling the trembling in his thighs, no longer so much from lust, he must be feeling how his speed has slowed considerably, but he can’t stop yet, he has to finish. He needs to finish. He whimpers in frustration, deliberately ignoring Mike’s laughter. He feels his legs tense and knows that tomorrow he’s going to have terrible muscle pain.
Mike lets out a snort. His hands help his hips move faster, controlling Will’s body with ease. He gives him a speed he wouldn’t have been able to achieve on his own.
“Yes, yes, yes, Mike, yes,” he’s almost unconscious of the way he’s started reciting the name again like a prayer, until his whimpers turn into wet, plaintive moans. It’s so loud that his pussy contracts every time Mike forces it against his toned abdomen, his clitoris throbbing on the verge of orgasm. Almost there. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he gasps, eliciting a satisfied laugh from Mike.
The sensation intensifies, and the heat lodged in his lower belly threatens to bring him even closer to release. His whole body trembles, his thighs contract, squeezing Mike’s waist. The alpha moans at the new heat emanating from his cunt as if he had somehow infected him with a piece of his orgasm.
“Mike! Mike, please! No— no—” he sobs as his body shudders, gone, not knowing what he is asking for, and all he does is press his cunt harder against his soaked stomach, which drips out leaving a puddle around Mike’s body.
He rolls his eyes back as he cums intensely onto the alpha’s abs, with such force that his vision takes several seconds to focus. He pushes himself up with his arms to sit back down on Mike, his shirt falling back onto his hips, stupidly chasing the orgasm that slips through his fingers. He sobs when he finishes.
He feels the alpha’s movement beneath him, whose hands again lift his shirt just to try and catch a glimpse of his satisfied cunt.
“You know, if you’d just told me you liked me going to the gym, I would’ve gotten the message too,” he grins, squeezing his hips. Almost too funny for a guy with such a hard, painful erection that it was about to burst through his pants. Will needs time to recover a bit, his vision blurring, but just because of Mike’s teasing tone, he allows himself a snort as he blushes intensely.
He allows himself to fall back onto Mike’s chest, exhausted, but the alpha still doesn’t let go, because he uses the lubrication on his own abdomen to slide him down until their pelvises are aligned again.
“Hey—“ he starts, but can’t finish, not when Mike begins to scatter short, chaste kisses across his face as best he can.
“Mm, my baby,” he murmurs between kisses. “All mine,” he sighs before their lips meet. Will wishes he could stay in that kiss, but Mike’s throbbing erection is still pressing against his pussy, almost numb with pleasure. Their lips click as they part. “You got me all wet,” he whispers, “do you realize that?”
The alpha’s hands leave his hips, but don’t go far, just enough to slide the fabric of his own pants down. Will lifts his hips slightly and with difficulty so that Mike’s cock is freed, striking his cunt. Mike moans at the sensation of the vulva’s warmth on the cocks’s tip. Will gasps, biting his lip to stifle his breath.
“Mike, wait. I can’t— I can’t anymore,” he whimpers, his body trembling. “I’m not going to—” he interrupts himself. Mike clenches his jaw and raises his eyebrows. Almost as if he’d accepted a challenge.
Will’s mind is foggy, so he doesn’t protest much when Mike manipulates him like a rag doll, adjusting him to his new position. He flips him over in one swift motion, slamming his body against the now-wet sheets, positioning himself on top of him. Will grimaces as he wonders why they didn’t put a towel down earlier.
Mike settles himself on his knees, still spreading them with his cock in the air, and pulls his pants down to mid-thigh. He hooks his hands under Will’s knees to keep his legs wide open, pushing his throbbing cock against his omega’s vaginal opening.
“Are you going to take it?” he asks, sliding between his folds.
Will whimpers, drooling stupidly as his cunt spasms at the sensation. He nods aimlessly.
“Words, Will. Do you want me to fuck you or not?” Will groans in pain, rubbing the head of Mike’s cock against his abused clit. He’s tired, he bites his lip, but he wants it, he wants it and he needs Mike to fuck him against the mattress.
“Please,” he asks huskily. “Yes, Mike, please.” The alpha leans down and presses their bodies together until their chests touch, one hand traveling to Will’s waist and the other resting beneath the crease of his knee. He plants kisses on Will’s jaw as his hand leaves Will’s thigh to move to the base of his dick, straightening it and finally aligning it against the omega’s entrance.
He teases him a little, pressing the tip just to slide it upwards. His cock is so wet with precum and Will’s pussy so soaked that he’s a little afraid of accidentally slipping his cock into the wrong hole. He smiles at the thought, biting his lip and frowning at the wet sensation.
Will doesn’t take long to complain. “Put it in, Mike,” he whimpers. How impatient. How desperate. Mike moans. He’s too lost in the pleasure those soft folds give him to worry about anything else. “Mike, now,” he begs, his eyes filled with tears. Mike nods, drunk with pleasure.
“God. God, how desperate,” he gasps, breathes, gasps. “You’re not even—God, you’re not even going to ask me to put on a condom,” he stops the movement of his hips to realign the head of his cock at the smooth entrance. “Or aren’t you?” he asks, pushing the tip inside.
Will gasps for air for just a moment before exhaling sharply and shaking his head frantically. “No, Mike, mmm—no,” he stammers. Mike grunts and begins to penetrate slowly, letting Will adjust to the stretch. “Oh, oh—” he furrows his brow as he presses his lips together.
“No?” He thrusts in halfway. “What if I get you pregnant?”
He stays still, waiting until Will shows some sign of getting used to the penetration. Will gasps heavily, his eyes glassy and his cheeks red. His hair is a mess.
“What if I put my puppy in here?” he murmurs, bringing a finger to the omega’s belly, pushing it in deeper. Will looks up and their eyes meet. Their foreheads collide as Mike thrusts all the way in. His entire length inside Will’s vagina.
It’s Mike’s hand that presses against Will’s stomach as his hips begin to move, barely, deliberately, and measuredly, a firm control, even if his hands trembled.
“There,” he murmurs, letting out low moans as Mike finally establishes a smooth but deep rhythm.
“There? Like this?” He tilts his head, letting out a gasp into Will’s mouth at the angle before their lips meet in a kiss. Will’s hands rest on his shoulders as if trying to stop him from pulling away.
When the rhythm becomes unbearable, Will tenses his thighs around Mike’s waist, deliberately squeezing the alpha’s cock inside him. Mike breaks the kiss to moan, opening his mouth and letting Will lick his lips.
The pace changes. The thrusts become chaotic and erratic, and Will knows Mike won’t last much longer; he feels his own orgasm approaching at the mere thought of being knotted. His cunt clenches around his cock. Mike rolls his eyes at each squeeze, allowing himself to leave kisses and licks on Will’s neck, who repeats his name like a chant.
Mike’s hips are bouncing wildly, and the scent of sex and the wet sound of their skin slapping together is driving him crazy. Will moans with anticipation. The alpha keeps thrusting and muttering nonsense against his lips, filling a silence Will would rather see filled with moans. Still, he finds the strength to adjust his legs and unlock a new angle for Mike’s thrusts, which Mike acknowledges with an “Oh, God,” while rolling his eyes and gaping at his mouth.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes. Mm,” the omega moans, feeling the knot begin to swell and tighten against his vaginal walls. Mike wasn’t going to escape.
Mike shudders as the orgasm hits him like a truck, spilling his semen deep inside Will pussy, who moans audibly at the sensation, even if the alpha doesn’t stop thrusting as he cums inside him, pushing his own semen even deeper, the knot sticking him to Will.
Will’s second orgasm soon follows, right over Mike’s knot, which rubs in all the right places. The alpha pulls them together in another kiss as Will cums again. A deep, wet kiss, their tongues sliding over each other’s and moans into one another’s mouths.
The rest is heavy breathing and chests rising and falling rapidly, but Will has a silly, satisfied smile on his face that no one can wipe away. He still has the knot inside him, and he knows his whole body will ache tomorrow. He knows it’s another night to forget, one they won’t talk about again.
Although when Mike slides his hand down Will’s stomach and presses a kiss to his jaw, still breathless, and whispers it loud enough for Will to hear, he hesitates.
Because Mike whispers: “I love you.”
And Will thinks that maybe, maybe tonight isn’t one to forget.