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Mike groaned as Will rolled on top of him without breaking the kiss. The warm light of the setting sun shone through the window, bathing them in warmth. The kiss was deep and slow, their tongues sliding against each other passionately.
Mike tentatively pulled away only to fumble with Will’s shirt, clumsily lifting it over his head and messing up his hair. He almost looked drunk like this, lips red and shining with Mike's spit, pupils blown wide and cheeks flushed. Mike thought he was the most beautiful boy he’d ever seen.
Will rushed to undress Mike and himself, ripping and pulling at their clothes frantically until they were both down to just their underwear. Mike could feel Will, hard against his leg and his hips jerked up instinctively, chasing friction.
Will's hand pushed down on his hips, stilling him and reached up to squeeze him through the fabric.
“Fuck,” Mike moaned. Will’s rare show of dominance had shot right through him and he no longer had control of what came out of his mouth, “need- need you.” he breathed.
“What do you need?” Will replied distractedly from where he was kissing his boyfriend’s neck.
“Need you- your cock please.”
Will stilled, and Mike immediately flushed. He had never asked for something like that before. They had been fucking for months and yet, it was always Mike doing the fucking. They’d never spoken about switching before and Mike hadn’t really thought about it but now, surrounded by Will's strong body and intoxicating scent, laying under him, he couldn’t think of anything aside from Will and how it would feel to submit to him. He wanted to feel him inside of him, to lose himself and let Will take control for once.
Will must’ve sensed Mike's embarrassment so he slowly raised his head to look at him. He was expecting confusion on his face, disappointment, maybe even anger, Mike was asking for too much and Will had never shown any signs of wanting to switch. However, the look on his face was one of desire, his eyes dark with lust.
“Are you sure?”
If he hadn’t been before, he definitely was now. He nodded.
Will surged back into a kiss, his hands shamelessly exploring Mike’s body- his chest, his hips, his thighs. Mike met his fervor, opening his legs and pulling Will in by the waist so he could rub against him.
Both of them broke apart and quickly pulled off their boxers revealing their equally strained erections. After grinding on each other until they were both dripping, Will reached for the lube on the bedstand and hastily covered his fingers in it.
“Tell me to stop if it hurts, okay?” Will whispered.
“Okay, I’m ready” Mike jerked his hips up impatiently and Will let out a breathy laugh, lowering his fingers to trace gently down from Mike’s balls to his hole. Mike winced at the coldness of his fingers but quickly relaxed into the sensation.
Will’s fingers moved slowly and hesitantly around his hole and Mike needed more.
“Will- fuck, please.” and that was all it took, Will pushed his index finger in slowly. Mike couldn’t help tensing at the intrusion, meaning only a third of the finger could fit.
“I need you to relax, love”
The pet name sent shivers through Mike’s body and he immediately untensed, pushing forward until the finger was in down to the knuckle.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. Can’t wait to fuck you” Will groaned.
Mike whimpered, he already felt so full with one finger, the though of Will’s cock inside of him… fuck.
“Please, I need it, need you.”
“Not yet, love. You’re not ready.”
Mike huffed impatiently, “fucking make me ready then,” he grinded down on Will’s finger.
Will chuckled and started teasing Mike’s rim with his middle finger, gently probing before pushing it in fully.
“Holy shit” Mike moaned loud, probably too loud but fuck it, this was their apartment, they could do whatever they want. The stretch burned deliciously and when Will curled his fingers, brushing Mike’s prostate, he arched his back and clawed at Will’s back.
“I’m gonna come if you don’t fuck me right now,” Mike moaned and Will reached up to hold Mike’s rigid cock, squeezing at the base to starve off his orgasm.
“Not yet.”
Will began to scissor his fingers, stretching and preparing mike. Mike bucked his hips incessantly.
“Do you want me to-” Will paused to let out a groan and Mike needily grabbed at his cock, “do you want a condom?”
Will never wanted Mike to wear a condom and at this point, Mike didn’t even think they had any in the apartment.
“No. Want to feel you.”
Will dropped his head on Mike’s shoulder, stifling a groan and pulled his fingers out of Mike. Mike whimpered at the loss but Will quickly replaced the fingers with the head of his cock.
He rubbed the tip up and down the hole a few times before sinking an inch into Mike.
“Ah- fuck” Mike’s breath hitched and he willed himself to relax. As Will slowly pushed deeper, Mike began to understand why will loved bottoming so much. The burn of the stretch mixed with the pleasure sent his brain into a state of bliss. Will was about halfway in, going at a torturously slow pace, when Mike ran out of patience and pulled at his hips, greedily sucking him in all the way to the base.
They both moaned in unison, foreheads dropping together, breathing from each other's mouth.
“You feel so fucking good.” Will said.
“I was just about to say the same thing.” Mike breathed.
They stayed like that for a moment, soaking each other up and steadying themselves before Mike huffed impatiently and wiggled his hips, “move, Will, I need you to move.”
Will smirked, slow and sexy, and dragged his hips back before pushing back in quickly.
“Oh fuck! Yeah, just like that” Mike moaned.
Will thrusted into Mike, slow and hard, setting Mike’s whole body ablaze with pleasure. His hips moved back and forth in a steady rhythm, Mike matched it eagerly rolls of his hips.
Mike was amazed by how naturally this came to Will. He knew he had never done this before, after all, Mike was his first and they had never switched roles. But as Will picked up the pace of his thrusts, Mike realised he had been missing out on so much their whole relationship.
“Harder, please I need it harder.” Mike pleaded.
Will pulled his hips backwards and smacked them forward again and again, each time pushing Mike’s body further up the mattress until his head was pushing against the headboard from the sheer force of it.
Will’s jaw was set and his brows furrowed in concentration, it was equally sexy and adorable and Mike brought a hand up to trace his features.
“So beautiful,” he murmured absently.
Will’s hard determination softened, “I love you,” he leaned down and kissed Mike tenderly. It almost gave him whiplash, the way Will easily slipped from hard and rough to gentle and adoring, lust fighting affection.
Will went back to fucking Mike with fervor. He placed two steadying hands on the headboard above Mike’s head, which gave him Mike the perfect view of his toned arms and chest stretched out in front of him. The sight was mouth watering.
His head began to spin, thoughts slipping out of his mind until all he could feel was the white-hot pleasure buzzing through his veins. He was distantly aware of his babbling nonsense: oh yeah, love it when you, just there, fuck and Will’s reassuring whispers: that’s it, let go for me.
It snuck up on him quickly and, before he could say anything, Mike threw his head back, coming with a shout. It shot out, landing in stripes across his stomach.
Will continued thrusting, albeit clumsily, as he chased his own release, warmth filling Mike up from the inside. His forehead dropped onto Mike’s as they both came down from their highs. Their breathing was hot and heavy, chests falling against each other. It felt like they were melting into one and other, impossibly close.
Will moved to pull out but Mike gripped his hip.
“Can we stay like this for a bit longer? I’m not done feeling you.”
It was nonsensical, Will completely understood.
They stayed like that for what felt like hours, curled up and warm, whispering sweet nothings to each other. If it were up to Mike, they’d stay like this forever, just the two of them alone and disgustingly in love.
He doesn't remember falling asleep but when he does, he is swept up by dreams of hazel eyes and messy brown hair.