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Fumbling with the lock, Mike curses quietly. It really was just the cherry on top the shit-sundae this day turned out to be that he couldn't even put a key in the fucking lock he's had for 3 years.
When he finally stomps through the front door, he throws his shoes off with 2 loud bangs; not even bothering with the shoe rack. All he wants to do is finish his daily check-up on Will, have dinner, and give his baby some love before passing out.
Speaking of Will, he's suspiciously absent from his place on the couch where he should've been waiting for Mike to get home. He does suppose he's about an hour later than usual, no thanks to the neurotic editor Mandy picked out for him while she went on vacation.
Moving further into his abode, he calls for his boyfriend, "Will?" Shuffling reaches him from their bedroom before a sleepy Will wanders out from the hall.
Rubbing his eyes and pouting he admonishes Mike. "You're late."
Mike takes a few long strides to wrap his arms around Will's small waist, moving his hands under the oversized shirt Mike recognizes as his own to paw at his soft skin. Fingers grazing the smooth material of his favorite out of all of Will's panties.
Nuzzling into Will's neck, he mumbles, "I'm sorry, baby. Before pulling back to lead his boy to the coffee table.
Will shuffles in place a little, then finally takes his place, bending over the little wooden table with his ass up. Mike finds it a bit strange that he didn't immediately get down, but assumes Will was just tired. The excuse doesn't stop the flare of irritation in his chest he stamps down as soon as it appears.
Shaking himself out of his emotional bullshit, he smooths his hands over Will’s perfect, pink-panty clad ass, squeezing his cheeks hard before giving them a light smack.
Mike fondles him for a while, using his boyfriend's fat ass as a stress toy. Just watching the flesh spill between his long fingers, pale skin bright against the blush colored lace.
Will huffs impatiently, wiggling his hips enough to earn himself another playful spank.
Mike rubs a couple soothing circles on his smacked cheek. "I got you, bunny. I was just so angry today, I didn't mean to make you wait." Will tenses minutely when Mike brings up his foul mood, but relaxes quick enough Mike could almost be convinced he imagined it.
With his boyfriend bent over so sweetly in front of him, Mike can feel his frustration slowly fading. He slides a long finger under the lacy waistband of Will's panties, letting the elastic snap against the flushed skin to make Will jolt.
Without much patience left to tease him, Mike tugs down the delicate fabric so he can finish with his inspection and they can start dinner. Leaving the panties just under Will's cheeks to frame them and to trap his pretty pink cock in a lacy cage, he spreads Will's ass wide to see his even prettier hole.
"Will." Will whimpers trying to hide his face, but is stopped by Mike dragging him up by his hair. "Why is your hole stretched, Will?"
With one hand still digging into a plump ass cheek, Mike can see how his hole twitches. It's puffy and dark pink—clearly, his bunny used himself well today.
Will whines, "You were late! I wouldn't have if you were on time."
Mike tugs harshly on the locks in his hand, "So, this is my fault? You disobeying me is my fault?"
Will shakes his head as much as he can. "No! No-I-I just meant tha-" Mike slams Will's head into the coffee table, not full-force, but enough to shut him up.
Letting go of the handful of hair he rears back to spank Will hard. His body jolts forward, hips slammed into the wooden edge of the table, with a cry.
Mike brings his hand back. "This fucking slut couldn't even last an hour without stuffing his hole and then tells me it's my fault?" Smack. Red blooms instantly on Will's pale skin in the shape of Mike's hand, the entire cheek now surely throbbing. Just what Will deserves for being greedy.
Mike shifts Will's hips a little higher, getting the angle right for another spank. "How many do you think you deserve?" Whatever Will's response would've been is cut-off by a scream as Mike strikes his already burning ass.
Sniffling, his bunny answers the question, "How- how ever many you give me." Exactly the answer Mike was looking for. It somehow pisses him off more that Will knows him so well, but still decided to touch himself without his permission.
Another smack turns the red hand-prints into purplish bruises, crushing Will's cock against the table with every hit. Even still, Mike can see the steady wetness growing at the front of the panties, turning the lace dark and shiny where the head is straining against the fabric.
What a fucking whore. "Which toy did you use? Or did you just use your tiny little fingers? Can you even reach your spot with those?"
Will shakes, sobbing, "Blue one. My fingers can't-" another hard clap on his ass cuts him off with a cry.
Mike spreads his boyfriends swollen cheeks again, gnashing his teeth when he realizes Will didn't even have the decency to leave himself wet. "Stay here." Will only whimpers.
Mike lifts himself to his feet, knees cracking embarrassingly—he's seriously getting too old for Will to be misbehaving— making his way to the bathroom to get his tools. Will might’ve already opened himself up, but there's no way he would've been able to inspect himself enough for Mike to feel satisfied. If he even thought about doing it at all.
It's not hard to find the lube or the clear dildo, but the cockrings were proving to be elusive. Whatever, Mike only used them for Will's benefit anyway; why would he care if Will ended up pissing himself?
Back in the living room, his boyfriend is bent over perfectly still. He's almost sad about it, if Will had moved he'd have an excuse to spank him some more.
Oh, well. He'll just do it anyway and say it's because he couldn't wait, like some kind of bitch in heat. Which is exactly what he does as soon as he's finished kneeling down. Will keens when Mike hits his already bruised skin, but doesn't complain.
Tapping down the notches of Will's spine, he strokes his bunny's poor cheeks, the flesh red and hot from the punishment.
"Spread 'em', baby. You know how this goes." With shaky hands, his boyfriend grabs hold of his ass cheeks with both hands to expose his pink hole for Mike's viewing pleasure.
Lowering his head, he blows a hot breath against his furled rim. The flesh twitches, hole fluttering like an invitation. "Good job, honey." Will wiggles in pride where he's strewn out on the table.
Reaching first for the lube, Mike slicks up 2 fingers— if Will played with himself already, Mike doesn't see the need to go slow. Shoving his index and middle fingers into Will's tight hole straight to the knuckle, Mike ignores the loud gasp and the shaking of Will's body to focus on stroking the tense walls of his boyfriend's insides.
It's nice and hot, velvety soft with smooth ridges. Every press has Will making small sounds and his rim sucking at his fingers.
Slowly, Mike scissors his fingers to test elasticity. The walls fold so nicely around him, making room with little resistance.
"Mmm, nice and healthy, bunny. You always pass this part so easy." Pulling out to lube up a third finger, Mike sinks back in with a new criteria.
A sharp moan tells him he found what he was looking for, the spongey bundle of nerves he feels under his fingertips only confirms it. Rubbing in slow circles, he gradually increases pressure, hearing Will's moans get higher and longer.
He speeds up, fast, tight spirals that crush his prostate between Mike's heavy fingers and the unforgiving table. Will's sounds peak, more air than noise before he loses grip on his cheeks, the perky globes slapping against Mike's hand as he spasms against the table, panties now dripping a mix of cum and slick onto the floor.
Mike keeps going, using his other hand to move a bruised butt cheek to the side to stay deep. Will shakes through his orgasm, walls tensing hard around Mike's fingers, as if trying to force him out and off his oversensitive nerves. Only when his soft "un un un"s turn into short cries does Mike stop.
Dragging his fingers out, he wipes them off on Will's shirt before reaching for the dildo.
This dildo is an item Mike ordered special, one of those clear ones without any of the glitter. He even paid extra to ensure it was glass-like in its transparency and extra thick. Lubing it up, he gives Will the okay on his sensitivity. His ass was scoring perfect marks so far.
Will, predictably, preens at the praise. He's always so pedantic about his health and hygiene, it's no wonder he cleaned himself out after playing, even if Mike would have preferred he hadn't.
At the sound of the lube popping open, Will lifts weak arms to present himself again without Mike even having to ask. "Good boy. You're being so obedient now, maybe I should spank you more, huh?" Will nods shyly, but doesn't speak. Fuck yes, his baby is so good to him.
Ensuring the clear dildo is nice and slick, he circles his boyfriend's greedy hole, watching it beg for something to fill it. He presses the thick head against Will's fluttering rim, then lowers his head eyelevel to the base. He can see straight through to the pink folds. Perfect.
He pushes the dildo in, watching from the inside how his walls resist then give in, sliding along the clear material. Ridges are flattened by the girth of the dildo, Mike can see them stretching out, twitching, squeezing, relaxing as Will whimpers his way down the length.
"You're nice and pink, baby. Such a pretty color and you take it so well." Mike pulls at the base to see how his hole closes as the pressure disappears before shoving hard to bottom it out. "God, Will. You're made for this. I wish you could see inside yourself like I can."
Will's fingers flex around his plush ass cheeks. "You ump- we have that camcorder..." oh my god.
Mike rips the dildo out to the tip. "Next time. Next time, I'll show you." He thrust the fake cock to the base, watching it go from the brown and reds of the floor and Will's abused ass to the bright, hypnotic pink of Will's eager walls.
Faster and faster, he fucks Will on the toy, grinding against his prostate with the thick head just to hear him scream. His walls get pinker and pinker as Mike plunges the thick dildo in and out, using the tip to stretch his rim wide on every thrust.
Will writhes against the coffee table, his hips and cock still pressed painfully hard against its edge, begging Mike to slow down. His legs jerk, but remain trapped by his lacy panties, now ruined by lube, cum, and pre.
With a final thrust, Will digs his fingers hard into his own ass, moan bordering on a whine as he cums. Mike is fascinated as always by how his insides convulse around the dildo.
Being able to see inside Will as he reaches the pinnacle of pleasure is something he could never tire of. Pulling the dildo out, flesh clings to it as if afraid to be left alone. Don't worry, Mike thinks, I'll be sure to keep you company.
Mike once again wipes the lube off on Will's shirt, before dropping the toy to the floor. "Another perfect pass, baby." A broken hum is his only response.
Will's top-scoring hole is gaping, letting Mike see into it almost as well as the dildo let him. The excess of lube drips steadily from the still twitching rim, soaking into the pink panties holding Will's thighs together. Mike licks his lips.
Well, one extra test isn't so bad, is it? Besides, Will was bad today so why can't Mike have a little treat, too.
Smacking Will's hands away—he makes a cute, confused noise—, Mike replaces them with his own. Bending down to nose at his boyfriend's thighs, sucking a harsh hickey into a shaking leg for fun, he kisses his way up to the cute little hole that's taking all his attention.
Will dazedly asks, "Mike?" As he places quick pecks all around his hole, uncaring of lips being stained by the lube.
"Don't worry, sunshine. I'm just adding another test." Mike licks a stripe over his hole down to his balls.
Will breathes, "Okay." And slumps his shoulders on the table. So obedient, so cute, so tasty. Mike really lucked out having Will Byers in his life.
Nipping at Will's rim to feel him jolt, Mike decides to take pity on his boyfriend. He really was being so good right now. He extends his tongue, puffing hot breathes to slick his entrance even more, then licks right along the rim, circling the soft skin.
Will mewls, pressing himself into Mike’s mouth. Mike obliges, lapping faster at Will's hole, trying to lick away the taste of lube to get the center of this tootsie pop. When he sticks his tongue past the rim, Will whines and shoves his ass back to get more. Mike gives him a smack on the ass for his hubris, but that only spurs him on. Will ruts against the table and pushes back harder to try and force Mike's tongue deeper.
Guess he has to draw this short, which sucks. He's only just started to really taste Will through the lube, tonguing in his hole and along his walls. He's barely even built up any spit either, he wanted to see it drip out of Will's ass as he cried and came again.
But he didn't want to encourage Will being greedy. So, he pulls back. A needy sound falls out of Will's lips, high-pitched and petulant.
Mike scoffs, biting hard enough of Will's left butt cheek to leave blue indents of his teeth. "I don't know why you're acting all innocent, you tried to take more than you deserved."
Will brings his head up to meet Mike's eyes. "But I thought you were testing me. I just wanted to help." He bats his eyelashes like a whore, looking up at him with pouty lips. Mike shoves his head back down with a thud.
"I did test you. You taste really good, but a good toy doesn't move." He grinds down on his boyfriend's cheek, rubbing his mouth along woodgrain to stop him from responding. "A good toy doesn't speak by itself either."
Will blinks at him slow in deference. Mike doesn't even try to hide the downright feral grin that inspires.
"Good boy. Now, it's time for the last test-" Before Mike can even finish, Will already has his hips propped up even higher, spreading his cheeks to expose his swollen, stretched-out hole.
Mike swallows hard, reaching down to his aching cock—the first time he's acknowledged it all night— to tug at his zipper. As soon as he gets it down, the relief is palpable, that constant pressure of rough denim against his sensitive parts was almost as torturous as his treatment of Will tonight. He palms himself a little, not surprised by the wet spot trailing from his waistband down— Will always made him unreasonably horny.
Will can clearly hear his groans, Mike knows because his little rabbit is swaying his hips like he needs to be any more tempting.
Ghosting his fingers up his bulge to the waistband of his boxers, he snaps the elastic just to hear Will gasp. He shoves them down, a wet slap rings out as his cock is freed to smack against his stomach. He doesn't bother with the lube, Will is already wet enough, he can handle Mike using his pre-cum instead. Especially since Mike is dripping with it, it bubbles from his slit like a leaky faucet, every stroke spent spreading it only makes more.
Mike teases Will with the tip, lining up his slit and pressing just enough that he could feel Mike leaking into him, but giving him nothing else besides a warm pressure.
"Mik-" Will's jaw clicks shut, likely remembering Mike's rules about toys and how to be a good one. As a reward, he slips the head of his dick inside of him. Even after all the fingering and dildo fucking, Mike's size proves to be some sort of anomaly as Will's rim is forced open by its girth, pink turning white with strain and squeezing so tight around him, Mike fleetingly worries he might be decapitated.
He presses forward anyways, not giving Will any time to adjust. It's a little sticky due to Mike skimping on the lube, but he slides in easily enough—Will is sobbing, but Mike pays him no mind. Good toys are made to be fucked.
Bottoming out, Mike feels like he's in a vice. A warm, wet, twitching vice that trembles with moans even though he's barely moving. Will is holding on nice and tight to his ass cheeks, leaving his own hands free to circle around Will's waist. It takes a bit of effort to wriggle between his boyfriend's body and the table, but he manages. Stroking along his soft belly, Mike finds his quarry: a bump disrupting the smooth expanse of Will's abdomen. His cock rearranging Will's insides, carving space for himself in his wet heat.
He moves his hips slow, so he can feel the bulge move up and down beneath his fingers. His thrusts stutter, between the dry spots and the choking pressure it's hard to keep a steady rhythm. He persists either way, the glide is getting smoother as he slathers his boyfriend's loosening guts with his pre-cum, which means he can feel how Will’s skin tightens over his size at faster intervals.
Everytime he rocks forwards, he can feel Will's walls make way for him. The ridges he watched through the dildo flatten completely, leaving the channel smooth. Hot. Wet. Not even that specialty fucking toy could open his boyfriend up like this,. Could ruin him like this. Will won't be able to stand anyone else, won't feel full with anyone else, but Mike.
And Mike feels the same, no one could take all of him as well as Will does. Mike started the inspections because he was worried he'd hurt Will, but Will always passes. Always.
Always just as tight, just as responsive, just as perfect as any toy. Like he's factory new, but only for Mike. Mike's perfect toy, just for him. This tight fucking hole, that takes him so well, that squeezes him from tip to base and massages his cock just right.
Mike slams his hips forwards and Will chokes, spittle flies from his mouth across the table. Yeah, no one else would let him fuck them like this. He wouldn't wanna fuck any one else like this either, they aren't Will so why would he? Will is his. His to love. His to take care of. His to fuck. His to use. His perfect little toy, made just for him.
Mike's completely lost in the sensations, Will's faint cries barely register as he gets faster, harder—swinging his hips back till that tight fuckhole cradles just his tip, then thrusting forwards till his balls smack against his toy's taint and he can feel the belly bulge fill his palm.
He presses up, holding his toy up by it's stomach right over where he hits deepest— it shakes violently, sobbing, but it doesn't talk and it doesn't move it's hands— staying wide open for Mike to use. Exactly how Mike likes.
His thighs are getting wet even through his jeans, but he keeps pistoning. Fucking as hard as possible into his toy's quivering hole, rim gripping him tight and sucking him in perfectly. So fucking perfect.
"So fucking good." His hand slips as his toy convulses, but he gets a good grip at the hip and crushes it to his chest by that delicious fucking bump that feels so fucking good to stroke and press and squeeze because it's his cock so far up in his toy he might break it.
His toy clenches impossibly tight around him, wailing and that's what does it. Mike buries himself deep as possible, feeling it through the hot skin of his toy's stomach as he cums hard. He can't see it, but he knows it's thick and hot and so much. He can feel how the bump in his hand fills his palm just slightly better as the velvet walls enclosing his dick milk him for all he's worth, fluttering up and down his shaft so hard he's brought to tears.
He collapses on top of his toy, panting and shivering in the aftermath, but sated. Warm.
Mike pulls Will close, kissing up his neck, pecking at his cheek, making obnoxious "mwuah, mwauh, mwuah." sounds as Will laughs hoarsely, unmoving.
He nuzzles at Will's damp temple. "You're so good to me, bunny. You're absolutely perfect, my natural 20, my sorcerer." Will groans at the cheesy nicknames he says he hates, but Mike knows he loves.
An elbow weakly hits his side. "Get off me, you're so heavy,. I'm dying." Mike drags himself up with a whine, he can't believe his boyfriend is so mean to him.
Grabbing Will's hips to stabilize him, Mike eases his way out of his boyfriend's perfect ass. With a obscene pop, his softened dick slaps his thighs. Cum floods out of Will's gaping hole, the rim twitching as if trying to close, but it's been stretched too wide, too loose, by Mike's cock. His spend leaks in rivets down Will's taint, staining his panties before the amount overwhelms the lacey fabric and it escapes to drip down his thighs and pool around his knees.
Entranced, Mike takes 2 fingers and swipes at his cum, pushing it back in. Will sighs. As he moves to bring his fingers back, he realizes that Will is still so wide. Lifting his fingers from the rim, he thrusts them inside his hole, but only hits air. oh god
His spent cock gives a valiant twitch before waving a white flag, unable to get up even with the visual of Will’s hole so stretched out from taking Mike's cock his fingers don't even touch his walls.
More cum dribbles over his rim.
Mike shakes his head. "You passed the last test, bunny."
Will snorts. "I always do." Well, he's not wrong.
"Want me to carry you to the bath, baby?"
"If you didn't, you'd have to find a new apartment."