while they’re out with the team one night, someone starts a discussion about kinks.
mack stays extremely quiet and tries to brush off his teammates’ goading, keeping his head down to hide the blush rising along the apples if his cheeks. there’s no way in hell he’s ever mentioning any of his kinks out loud, and especially when will, the star of every single one of his fantasies, is sitting right there.
will is obviously doing the same, trying to stay under the radar until reevo makes a comment about how he’s “sure that will’s secretly into some hardcore shit, because it’s always the ones who look like angels”
a slow smirk grows on will’s face, a beat of silence passing as everyone waits. from the way will’s eyes are gleaming mischievously, they know something’s coming.
“shibari” will simply says, making mack’s heart immediately drop to his stomach, and his mind running on an increasingly heated loop of “oh my god oh my god oh my god” as his brain instantly conjures images of himself tied up in intricate patterns, completely and utterly at his best friend’s mercy. he knows it’s wrong, but he just can’t help it. the thought of will being into the same thing as him has his head reeling, heat pooling low in his stomach.
the team has a vastly different reaction, no one even understanding what will is talking about.
“man, what the hell is that, is it even a real thing or are you making shit up?” toff pipes in, his eyebrows twisting in a frown. a few of them nod along, thinking that will’s having their head.
mack doesn’t even realise he’s opened his mouth before the words come tumbling out. “japanese rope art. like, tying up people and stuff.” he blurts out, feeling his face heating up even more as everyone’s heads snap towards him.
he desperately avoids looking forward, berating himself for choosing tonight out of all nights to have sat across from will as he feels his best friend’s gaze burning through him.
reevo’s incredulous laugh pulls the team out of their stupeur. “how do you even know that, kid? like tying up people in your spare time, do you?”
mack averts his eyes down to the table in front of him, swallowing nervously as he opens his mouth to say something, anything that would get the attention off of him and the fact that his reaction is so obviously betraying the truth.
“nah, that’s mack we’re talking about guys.” delly pipes in, smirk audible in his voice. “he’s definitely the one getting tied up.”
mack resists the urge to hide his burning face in his hands, never been more thankful for toff when the man cuts the conversation short, saving him from embarrassing himself any further. “alright, that’s it, stop right there. i know way too much about those kids already and i don’t need anymore nightmare fuel.” he makes a disgusted face.
mack sends a thank you to whatever diety might be up there when the team lets the conversation ebb away after a round of good-natured laughter. he doesn’t miss the way will stays silent for the rest of the night, eyes burning through mack like he’s trying to crack his brain open with the force of his gaze.
the team decides to call it a night not long after, and mack pretends he doesn’t notice the unsubtle way a few of their teammates’ eyes jump between him and will as they get into will’s car. the drive back to their apartment is spent in charged silence, will’s hands tight around the steering wheel and mack’s brain coming up with scenario after scenario of his best friend binding him in all sorts of increasingly intricate ways. it doesn’t seem like will is going to bring up what happened at the bar, and mack hopes to fucking god that he’ll just let it go.
the second the door of their apartment closes behind them, mack is attempting to make a run for his bedroom without will saying anything, skin thrumming with the need for relief. he’s been half hard since will’s confession at the bar, and he might lose his mind if he doesn’t get a hand around himself now, and maybe a few fingers inside of himself too.
he’s stopped in his tracks by will speaking up, leaning back against the front door with his arms crossed in front of himself and a dangerous smirk dancing on his lips. “so, shibari, huh?”
mack averts his eyes toward his feet, swallowing nervously. “i could say the same to you.” he tries to retort, but it comes out in a mumble, too flustered to keep up appearances.
will hums, slowly stepping closer, like a predator circling their prey. “i’ve had an inkling for a while, you know.”
mack splutters, his face heating up. “what-“
“you always want to wrestle with me, and you always get so flustered whenever i end up pinning you down even though you could overpower me if you really tried.” he starts, voice gravely as he comes to a stop in front of him. mack can’t make himself meet will’s eyes, lest will sees how true his statement is, how badly mack is itching to just be held in place and taken.
“but you don’t even try to fight me off,” will continues, “you go boneless the second i have you under me, looking up at me like you’re just waiting for me to take care of you and give you what you need. isn’t that right, baby?” he purrs as he grips mack’s chin in between his fingers, tithing his head up and forcing mack to meet his eyes.
mack feels the fight drain out of him, lilting towards will as he nods frantically, itching with a need so deep it burns through his veins.
will’s smirk turns predatory, his tongue running over his teeth. “yeah, i thought so. just need someone to tie you up all pretty and have their way with you, huh?” he coees. “but don’t worry, angel, i’ll give you what you’re aching for.”
and will does, taking mack into his room and claiming his mouth with so much intensity that it feels like he’s trying to devour him until mack is boneless beneath him, before undressing him and delicately, so meticulously binding his arms behind his back and his legs apart with soft silk rope, keeping mack spread open and at his mercy. only then does he undress himself, covering mack’s body with his own and telling him how beautiful he looks when he gives himself over to will, how perfect he is when he lets himself go, as he stretches mack open, before finally, finally, burying himself inside of mack and claiming him, forceful thrusts of his hips that make mack whimper and whine into the pillow beneath his head as will’s cock drags along his spot with each thrust, unable to escape the overwhelming onslaught of pleasure that feels so so good but it’s so much, too much- leaving him sobbing in between desperate wails that scorch his throat, limbs held in place by the ropes as will praises him for taking him so well, the perfect little rope bunny, and “look at you, angel, such a beautiful mess when you let me give you what you need” “fuck, such a good boy and you’re all mine, only i get to see you like this, to make you feel like this, you belong to me and only me” “that’s it, take it, you’re fucking heaven incarnate, sweetheart”
