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It always starts the same way. Will backed against the corner of their shared apartment, the living room furniture haphazardly tossed aside to make a path for his frantic running. Or, more accurately, crawling. Mike was behind him, approaching him with a fiery look in his eyes and his hands curled into fists.
Will did not want to admit to himself how arousing he found it when Mike was this way. Even if it wasn’t real; the thought of his boyfriend being jealous enough over him to be pushed to this state was almost more exciting than the scene alone. Almost.
“Mike, please, don’t be angry. It wasn’t a big deal, he was just asking me a question. I promise.” Will was surprised at the small, tinny quality his voice had taken. He only heard himself like this when he and Mike were playing. It was intoxicating.
Mike crouched down to his eye level and rested his hands on either of Will’s knees. They were close now, face to face, panting heavily so their breaths mixed together delightfully. It was all in the buildup - Will found himself aching for it most days. Eager to feel in control of who was chasing him for once, knowing that it was all in his hands.
Mike was all in his hands.
Right now though, he felt genuine fear flood his nervous system at the look in Mike’s eyes. He did not look like he was playing, his gaze darkened to a level that Will didn’t even think was possible. His pupils had swallowed the majority of his irises, leaving his eyes dripping in black anger.
“Why were you laughing then? Why was he touching you?” Each question was punctuated with a squeeze of Will’s knees, a warning. Mike was very generous with his warnings. It was when those warnings ran out that Will knew he was toast.
“He was just being friendly! Please…please,” Will was whimpering now, desperately trying to prove it to his boyfriend.
“Mike! Please baby, you know I would never. You know I’m all about you.” It was weak sauce. It didn’t sound convincing coming out of Will’s mouth; both he and Mike knew it. He had placed what he was hoping was a soothing hand on Mike’s jaw, to caress his cheek and force Mike to look into his eyes. He knew Mike could never stay mad at him.
“I don’t believe you.” A harsh hand wrapped around Will’s wrist and pulled him from the ground, Will squealing in surprise as he was lifted and thrown back onto the couch. He scrambled backwards against the cushions, his arms and legs searching for purchase in the leather.
Mike was now standing at his full height now, a whopping six feet. Towering over Will, something that he had always obsessed over in his boyfriend. He loved how small Mike made him feel, and right now, his cock twitched in his jeans at the sight of the hungry gaze peering down at him.
“Maybe you just need to be reminded, hm? Are we having issues remembering lately, sweetheart?” There was cutting venom in his words, sending ripples of disgust through Will’s veins. He was so good at that. He was so good at being gross and sexy.
“No! No, I swear I remember. I swear I’m yours. I remember, I remember, please!”
The words fell on deaf ears as once again Mike manhandled Will - to his hands and knees this time. They were both still fully dressed, clothing providing delicious friction and more wanting between the two. Will actually preferred it this way.
Not getting to see the object of his desires made him want more, push harder, beg for it. Once the clothes came off, the scene was practically already over. What was the fun in that?
Will knew what was coming as soon as he was knocked down to his hands and knees. Elbows now, as Mike’s big hand came to clutch the back of his neck and shove him down the rest of the way. He was now open and exposed, completely at Mike’s disposal. He tried not to whine at the lustful way his boyfriend’s eyes raked over his body, hands going to grope and squeeze where he reached.
Then, the couch sank in next to Will and he was being dragged over to bend over Mike’s thighs. Chest laid across his lap, legs dangling uselessly behind him. No matter how many times Mike spanked him, he still tensed up all the same.
He loved the feeling of the pain inflicted upon him by the person he loved most - the hot welts were a delicious reminder of how strong Mike was. His jeans were tugged down hard, bare cheeks revealed for all of the living room to see. The front door too, technically.
Mike cooed patronizingly, rubbing the soft skin and preparing Will to be punished. There were a few methods of punishment Mike Wheeler preferred for his boyfriend, but this one in particular was speaking to him lately. There was the time he tied Will up and edged him for hours, or the time he used ice and candle wax down his body, sending Will through endless sensations for hours.
He could still hear his boyfriend’s whimpers from that night echoing through the apartment when he was trying to sleep.
Will started to struggle from his spot on top of Mike. His cock twitched uncomfortably where it was caged between the underside of Mike’s knee and his pliant body. He couldn’t even move his hips for relief as he knew the second he did, Mike would stop him. And probably hit him harder.
Mike already hit him pretty hard as it was. He never got used to the sensation of Mike’s hand coming down on the fragile spot where his thigh met the curved globe of his ass. This time was no different. He practically saw stars when the first hit happened, a mangled cry erupting from his throat and surprising both of them.
“Don’t cry, baby. This is for your own good! You don’t want this to happen again, do you? Don’t you want to behave for me?”
Will nodded helplessly and continued to cry. He didn’t even do anything wrong this time! Smack after smack came down while his hips continued to rut against Mike’s knee. It wasn’t even the good type of friction either, and Mike seemed to know that. He snickered maliciously every time he felt it, pressing his knee outwards to make it hurt more.
There was a deep curling part of Will that loved it, though. It sat deep in his belly, aching painfully under the part of his body that struggled against the fear. That part of him wanted to grind against his boyfriend, beg him to hit harder, beg him to shove his fingers inside his fluttering hole and fuck them in and out dry.
He would never say it out loud. He could never say it out loud. The repeated assault on his backside would never allow him to - he could barely open his mouth to get his cries out at this point. Mike was showing no signs of stopping either, paying no mind to the skin turning darker and darker shades of red. It was a punishment after all; Will had done something bad.
Will wasn’t supposed to talk to other men. Correction, Will wasn’t supposed to talk to other men that he knew had a crush on him. Mike figured that was a rule he would never have to be set, just something unspoken that was decent respect in a relationship. After Will’s organic chemistry lab partner had admitted feelings to him though, Mike had expected Will to stop talking to him.
He didn’t.
Will continued to be partners with him, much to Mike’s dismay. When Will didn’t immediately switch classes, switch universities, switch countries, that’s when the jealousy started. Mike grumbled about it constantly, begging Will to stop talking to Chance and be partners with him instead.
“Mike, we’re not even in the same period. We have to stick with these partners all semester. It isn’t my choice.”
Mike knew he was right. Mike knew he was being unreasonable. But the jealousy grew - ugly and warty and slimy - until finally, here they were. The culmination of Mike’s envy. It was a dam that was bound to burst eventually, and Mike thought Will should consider himself lucky he wasn’t going off to murder the guy.
He was just spanking him. Which, judging by the boner Mike felt humping his leg, clearly was the better option.
Mike let his hand dip between Will’s cheeks, brushing against his hole and relishing in the full body reaction he got from Will. He could tell his boyfriend was wired and sensitive, every touch sending zaps through his limbs. Mike was not slapping as hard now, focusing more on heightening the pain Will already was feeling by raking his fingernails across the affected areas of his backside.
Will let out broken cries that didn’t even sound like him. His throat was raw at this point, just begging the universe to stop this, no, go harder, give him more. His mind was hazy with thoughts that never fully formed, just floating around and overwhelming him. He arched his back towards the pain while simultaneously moving away from it.
“Baby,” Mike cooed softly in Will’s ear, leaning down to lick the soft skin of his jaw and soothe the bright red spots on his ass with a gentle hand.
“Have you learned your lesson, sweetheart?”
Will had buried his head in his hands at this point, embarrassed at the amount of tears and snot and drool that was dripping down his face. He was bright red all over, flush blooming from his cheeks all the way to his ribcage. He was just one of those people that turned pink when they were happy, sad, humiliated, overstimulated - one of Mike’s favorite things about him.
Will weakly nodded, barely lifting his head from where it lay limply over Mike’s thighs. He felt a steady hand lift him up and lay him back against the couch. He found solace in the leather once more, his head lolling to the side as he watched Mike stand in front of him and reach over to pull Will’s jeans back up his legs.
“Mike, what are you doing?” He was still, obviously, painfully hard and leaking from his punishment.
His boyfriend shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s a punishment, isn’t it? You don’t get to cum now. You were bad, you can finish yourself off later.”
Will watched him stalk away into the kitchen, helplessness and despair flooding his body. He didn’t even do anything wrong, this wasn’t fair.
How could Mike just leave him here like this?
Will huffed petulantly and before he knew it, Mike was drifting back from the kitchen, his hands at his sides and his neck titled back to the ceiling. Will watched him in confusion, not understanding how Mike was doing that without moving his legs, and then he felt his nose drip.
Blood splattered down on his wrinkled jeans. Reminding Will that he had power.
Reminding Will that he was calling the shots.
He lifted his hand and brought Mike the rest of the way, until the pale boy was standing in front of him once more. Mike looked amused more than anything else, not really a stranger to Will’s powers. He knew his boyfriend wielded a mind beyond comprehension, and Mike loved to push Will to the limit.
He loved to watch his eyes roll back in his head and blood flow from his nose. He loved knowing that Will was the one that let him cosplay as being in charge, when in reality, it was Will.
“You want to cum that bad, baby? You like being a little brat that doesn’t take no for an answer?” Mike used a finger to swipe under Will’s nose and gather some of the blood there to suck on. He licked his finger clean, savoring the flavor and earning another twitch from his already rock-hard dick.
Will watched him in agony, his tender cheeks rubbing painfully against the inside of his jeans. He wanted them off. He needed them off. He needed to cum. He reached up to Mike aimlessly, hoping Mike would be able to tell what he wanted.
“You’ll have to work for it if you want it so bad.”
Then the character was put back on and Mike was pulling Will by the front of his shirt down on his knees to the hard tile floor.
“If you’re going to be a brat, you’re going to suck like one.”
Mike unzipped and pulled down his jeans in one swift motion, revealing his cock to Will’s awaiting and eager mouth. Before Mike pushed into the velvet heat, he held the base and rubbed the tip over Will’s face, gathering the blood from his nose to smear over the head and mix with his pre-cum.
Will, covered in red and white and clear liquids of all sorts, swallowed his boyfriend’s dick with no instruction. It was almost like a reward for him after the punishment. Sucking Mike’s cock was one of his favorite things to do, just slightly below painting or doing campaigns with his friends.
A very close second. It made him feel useful, connected, irresistible to Mike. Mike drove this point home by wrapping a hand around his jaw and forcing his face up to look at him.
“You’re such a good girl, Will. You look so pretty taking me like this.” Will smiled around his full mouth as Mike guided his head down further, tangling his fingers in his boyfriend’s hair and making him take more and more.
Will let himself be pushed along the length with Mike’s direction, using his tongue to trace the shaft when he was guided fully down to the hilt. He reached up to fondle Mike’s balls, hollowing his cheeks as Mike pistoned his hips in and out of Will’s mouth. He was hot and heavy on Will’s tongue, a steady stream leaking from the slit.
“There we go, angel. Putting that slutty mouth to use. Wouldn’t you rather be under me like this than with that loser? Don’t you like being here with me?”
Will could sense the pang of uncertainty in Mike’s voice. He knew deep down Mike really was jealous about him talking to Chance. Mike was protective in nature, it was impossible for him not to let his mind drift when he saw Will talking to other guys. It was not the first time they had a scene like this; it wouldn’t be the last either.
Despite the immense pain Will felt with his raw ass settled on the tile floor below Mike, he decided to throw his boyfriend a bone. He was so kind.
He nodded, pulling off the sopping length in front of him and nestling his cheek against the bright red tip. “I love being here with you, Mike. You always make me feel so good.”
Mike’s fingers came down to crowd into his now empty mouth, pressing against his tongue and pulling at the sides of his mouth, stretching. Mike was a lover of pet names. Will wasn’t, preferring the intimacy of calling Mike by his name when they had sex. He felt it was more special that way. Right now though, the bratty itch was begging to be scratched.
“Nobody is better than you at touching me, Daddy.” He spoke muffled around Mike’s long fingers, enjoying the way they flexed on his tongue and rubbed against his teeth. “I’m so lucky to get to taste your cock.”
A wave of reassurance visually washed over Mike. Will watched the tension leave his boyfriend and ripple down his body. Mike smiled down at him, one of his eyes crinkling in that adorable way that always left Will breathless.
They shared that moment of understanding, Will catching his breath and keeping his eyes on Mike as a way of recalibrating. Refocusing. No longer so caught up in the anger that they couldn’t enjoy each other.
Mike stroked a thumb over Will’s cheek slowly, getting lost in the love he felt for the man below him. Then he slapped it gently, remembering what they were doing and falling back into the rhythm.
“Get up, angel. I’m not done with you yet.”
Will whimpered from his place on the floor, nuzzling his cheek against the bobbing tip. He was not ready to pull his mouth away from Mike’s cock. He wasn’t done tasting him yet. But Mike fingers went to card through his hair and pull his head away from him, tsking softly at the pleading eyes Will was looking up at him with.
“Since when are you calling the shots, baby? Be glad I even let you suck me off.” An absurd statement, really. Will knew Mike couldn’t go longer than a day without a blowjob. But he played along anyway, whining and falling back into the couch when Mike shoved him.
He drank in the sight of Will, face bloodied from his power usage and legs opened and ready for him. He looked absolutely wrecked, the cloudy look in his eyes making Mike’s cock jump with the excitement he felt to fuck him.
Mike loved when Will used his powers when they were having sex, it always left his boyfriend feeling weak and exhausted, going pliant in Mike’s arms and letting himself be tossed around like a rag doll.
“Come here, Will. Let me taste you.” Mike hungrily pulled Will up to his face so he could lick into his mouth and capture his lips in a bruising kiss. He relished the flavor of thick metal on his tongue. They made out sloppily while Mike supported Will’s weight on the couch, Mike’s neglected cock bumping against Will’s still clothed hips.
Eventually, Will fell out of Mike’s grasp and took a hold of Mike’s collar to keep himself steady.
“Mike, please, I can’t wait anymore. It hurts so bad. Please, fuck me! I promise I’ll be good. I need your cock inside me,” Will buried his face in his boyfriend’s shirt. He was uselessly humping Mike’s body now, hanging off his broad shoulders over the couch.
Mike had beefed up since they moved out of Hawkins to New York for school. As soon as he and Will started dating, actually. Being in a gay relationship in the 90s meant there was going to be some trouble, and Mike wanted to make sure he could protect Will whenever necessary.
The only time he’s had to use his newfound muscular composition though was throwing Will around during sex. Not that he was complaining.
Since then, he discovered that Will was enamored with their size difference. The way he was able to climb onto Mike when they were messing around or even right now, feel supported by him even if Will put his whole body weight on Mike, was addicting to him.
“Aw, my baby girl. Aren’t you precious begging for my cock? I don’t want to keep my princess waiting any longer.”
Will preened as Mike lowered him back down to the couch and finally, finally, freed his cock from the confines of his jeans. The fabric was absolutely soaked at this point, he had been steadily leaking from his spanking earlier and now his head was tinged a dark, deep red and beading excessive amounts of pre-cum.
His raw cheeks settled back against the cool leather and he sighed contentedly. He couldn’t even imagine what color his abused skin was now.
Will watched as Mike lowered down to his knees for him, crouching until his line of sight was right where Will was most sensitive. He gaped down at his boyfriend as he felt his hot breath ghost against his untouched rim.
He was not expecting Mike to prep him at all. Mike groaned softly at the sight of Will’s hole, seemingly already wet and ready for him. Will had been dripping for so long now that his hole was shiny with pre-cum, much to his embarrassment.
When Mike’s long fingers breached the ring of muscle, Will let out probably the most desperate sound he had ever heard from himself. He went to slap his hand over his mouth in shame, but was quickly pulled away by Mike’s free hand.
He was given a stern look that meant not to do it again. He lazily nodded, settling his legs on Mike’s shoulders and letting his boyfriend take care of him.
Mike started with one finger, just barely fucking in and out to the first knuckle. It was all too much and not enough at the same time.
“Please, I- I need more, it’s not enough…” Will couldn’t help but whine, his cock jumping limply on his stomach. He had been brought down from the edge for so long now he wondered if he was still able to cum.
He watched Mike’s dark eyes light up mischievously. “You want more from me, angel? You want to be a greedy little thing now? Why don’t you go ask Chance, I’m sure he’d give you more if you asked.”
Will huffed again in frustration. He was almost too pent up to entertain this any longer. He just wanted Mike to fuck him until he couldn’t speak –
Oh.
He had an idea.
This was going to hurt.
Taking a deep breath in to prepare himself, Will tried not to sound too shaky as he spoke: “Maybe I will, Mike. You’re going too slow for me. I’m fucking bored.”
To punctuate his point, he used his mind and a lazy flick of his hand to force Mike’s fingers out of him. He hoped Mike didn’t notice the way his hole clenched around the empty space, clearly desperate for something to fill it once more.
This wouldn’t work if Mike knew he was bluffing. He bit the inside of his cheek to remain emotionless as Mike stood up over him, a hard glare set in his features that Will had only seen a few times.
It usually meant he was going to get rammed.
Sure enough, Mike grabbed Will’s hips, hard, and pulled his body to the edge of the couch, the perfect position to get fucked within an inch of your life. Will’s entrance was resting right against Mike’s throbbing length, practically pulsing to be inside of him. But now, Mike was pissed. Will always knew exactly what to say to set him off.
“Oh, yeah? You want me to get Chance in here? You think he could fuck you like I do?” Mike was slowly rocking his hips against Will’s ass, smirking at the sounds his boyfriend was making when he brushed right up against a raw spot from earlier.
Will nodded, tilting his chin up defiantly. “I know he could.”
It was like someone had pulled a pin from the jealousy grenade and hurled it right at his body. Almost immediately after the words left his mouth, Mike wrapped a hand around Will’s throat to still him, gathering up the fresh blood from his nose to spread generously across the head of his cock.
Wiping the excess across Will’s still fluttering rim, he pushed into him without warning and bottomed out within a second.
The pain was excruciating since Will had decided to enact his little rebellion right in the middle of his prep. It felt so good, but hurt so bad. His vision went dark around the edges, his eyes struggling to focus as the head of Mike’s cock was rammed without care inside him. Mike wasn’t small by any means, and he could feel each inch fill and stretch him in a way that felt like the first time every time they had sex.
He let out a strangled moan that was cut short by Mike squeezing harder around his throat. Will’s eyes rolled back in his head as Mike continued to slam into him, fucking hard and deep with every thrust. Mike used his free hand to adjust Will’s legs on his hips for a better angle so he was hitting his prostate with every push.
“That’s right, baby, my little cock slut,” Mike now had both hands wrapped around Will’s neck, eager to see how much air his boyfriend could go without. “I told you I’d fuck you better. Look at you, you can’t even fucking speak. My princess so drunk on my dick, Chance can’t fucking do that.”
Will clawed at Mike’s hands around his neck, growing more desperate for air by the second. His arousal sat heavy in his belly though, right around where the bulge of Mike’s dick could be spotted inside him. Him and Mike both watched it for a moment, entranced by the way Mike was so deep inside him they could see it.
With every thrust of Mike’s cock against his prostate, Will got closer and closer to the edge. Right when he was teetering on it, just one or two strokes away, Mike pulled out. He could tell when his boyfriend was about to cum.
Will let out a frustrated groan as he was left empty once more. He was about to continue negging Mike, hungry for his release, when Mike grabbed him by the hips and flipped him over effortlessly.
He was now face down onto the couch cushions, Mike pushing right back into where his hips were raised and ready to be bred. At this angle, Mike could go much deeper, rocking into that bundle of nerves with every drag of his length.
Will was inconsolable now, babbling helplessly into the couch as Mike smacked his raw cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh and digging his fingers in to cause more pain.
Will could feel Mike about to finish when his thrusts got sloppy and uncoordinated. His mind rolled over fondly that even during sex, his boyfriend was clumsy at heart. Mike’s body draped over Will’s, their skin sticking hotly together while they panted in sync.
“You f-feel so good around me, baby…. You were made for me. Don’t you feel it?” Mike’s arm wrapped possessively around Will’s waist, “It’s like you were - born to take me. You belong to me… Nobody else can have y-you like I do. I swear to God, I’ll kill anyone else who touches you again.”
Will whimpered, a tinge of fear sparking through him. It went right to that coil in his stomach, burning with the pressure of being so close to release. So close.
“I own you, Will Byers.”
That did it. The coil snapped, and Will came right into the couch. His cock was pressed into the cushion now, and he rubbed himself raw against it as hot ropes poured from his slit. Mike was practically his second skin the way their bodies had molded, not really fucking anymore so much as rolling together.
Mike had finished barely a second after Will, ramming his hips as deep as possible to finish inside the warmth of his boyfriend. He liked to pretend he was breeding him, making him pregnant. But that thought usually vanished the second he came down from his high.
They were both sweating, covered in several different body fluids and aching all over. Will’s ass was on fire, burning red from the second round of slaps and scratches. Mike was pretty sure he had pulled a hamstring flipping Will over onto the couch earlier.
Mike pressed kisses along Will’s freckled shoulders, hoping he hadn’t gone too far and that he was okay. The last thing he would ever want to do is hurt him. Well. In ways Will didn’t want him to.
When Mike felt strong enough to stand up, he hesitantly pulled out of his own personal heaven and watched mournfully as his cum dripped out. He gently guided Will to the arm of the couch so he could rest his head and kneeled down to brush his hair out of his face.
“Are you okay, sweetheart? Did I hurt you?”
Will opened one eye as if to say Really? and Mike couldn’t help but giggle.
“I mean, more than you wanted me to.”
Will shook his head in response and squeezed Mike’s hand. “It was perfect, Mike.” His voice came out raw and broken, but Mike smiled anyway. As long as he was okay.
Mike pulled his boxers back on before heading to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and a wet towel to clean them up. He spent the next few minutes carefully wiping Will’s body, making sure he got all the cum and blood off him, while Will quietly sipped his water, watching him with those loving doe eyes that always made Mike melt. He couldn’t even look at him right now without abandoning his cleaning and wrapping Will in his arms. Must. Focus.
Once he was done though, he granted himself the honor of looking at Will. Those perfect green eyes. The moles that littered his face and shoulders. His soft, plush lips. His pale throat, now covered in handprints. Mike closed the gap between them for a kiss, loving and gentle and patient in every way. Slow, as if to say, thank you and I love you all wrapped up in one.
Mike helped Will step back into his own boxers, and he cleaned up the rest of their clothes while holding his boyfriend’s hand and guiding him back to the bathroom for a shower. Will was turning on the shower while Mike was throwing the laundry into the washing machine, when he heard:
“So, you’re going to stop being partners with Chance now, right?”