hi byler tumblr. umm so bylertwt has been extremly piss pilled lately so like how do we feel abt pissing Inside..
like… mike rutting into will so desperately, panting and overstimulated and he’s probably already cum once or twice, they’ve been at it for a while and this time he starts to think he can’t hold it and the panic is way too late making its way thru his fuzzy brain. he tries to pull out when he realises but will clings to him immediately, and mike just starts whining and stuttering that he’s gonna— he can’t— and will says it’s okay, gripping mike’s hips and mike’s already leaking as says, “no, no, will, i can’t hold it, you gotta let me—”
and then he cums and he can’t hold it anymore. and will starts to realise as he’s filled up way hotter and wetter than usual, a forceful, steady stream of pressure overflowing, and mike’s eyes are glossy and teary and he’s shaking with humiliation, stuttering “sorry, sorry, ’m so sorry” over and over and as the realisation of what mike meant hits him, will cums, dragging mike’s face to his and stopping his struggling to escape or hide, kissing him, more like panting and groaning into his open mouth, until mike stops apologizing
mike's still sniffling and teary and as will recovers, his brain slowly coming back to him, he rolls them over with mike still inside him, because it seems mike needs that pressure and reassurance of will's weight grounding him. and he just starts kissing his damp, flushed cheeks, kissing his nose, kissing his eyelids and lips and chin, telling him it’s okay, and mike looks so overwhelmed and guilty still, so will hesitates and then very quietly says, “it was… it was kind of…”
he’s not sure if he should say it because he can’t tell how mike feels at all, he feels a little gross even thinking it, but he can’t bear how sorry mike looks, so he lowers his voice to a whisper and says, “it was kind of… hot. you know?”
mike stares so wide-eyed, his hazy, overstimulated brain catching up, and blinks all confused and says “it was?”
“yeah. i— i thought so. it felt… good. so— so you shouldn’t feel bad, okay?”
mike swallows hard, and says, “but… what if.. what if it hadn't been good and then i just did something totally gross and—”
“but it was! it was good! so it’s okay!”
“mike!” he sounds exasperated, and mike snaps his mouth shut, whining as will shifts on top of him and kisses him again :3
ALTERNATIVELY bc yk im vers byler pilled forever
will is lying on top of mike, lazy weekend morning sex, and he’s slowly grinding into him as they make out, and he starts to realise he’s gotta go, didn’t really think of it when he woke up to mike practically humping his thigh in his sleep, and he immediately tells mike. “mike. mike, i have to pull out.”
as will stops the lazy motion of his hips, mike’s eyes open and he whines, “what? why? no,” gripping onto will’s ass tightly, sleepy, sex-addled brain extremely concerned at the suggestion will is a flight risk.
will sighs in exasperation as mike manually guides him in and out, brows knitted petulantly. when will says, “mike, seriously, i need to stop,” mike listens, hands relaxing but still resting on will’s ass.
“sorry. sorry, you okay?” he murmurs, shaking his head to pull himself from the hazy, pleasured state he’s in (not entirely successfully — he’s a little out of it and the feeling of will, warm and full inside him, is distracting as hell and he just wants him to move, goddamn it)
will flushes and mutters, “i have to.. go. y’know.”
mike blinks. “like, somewhere… like out?” he wrinkles his brow and will starts actually pulling out, causing mike to whine, then scowl.
“no, like. i have to pee, mike.”
mike instantly pulls will back in before he can even fully pull out. “j’s do it in me then, that’s fine,” he murmurs, his brain not even fully aware he said it until will chokes on thin air, leaking a little.
mike flushes as will stutters, “mike,” all breathy and taken aback, and mike’s in it now, so he murmurs, “yeah, yeah, it’s okay, i’ll take it. want you to, that’s what ’m for, right?”
will whimpers as mike rolls his hips up insistently, lips red and glossy, and he mutters, “mike— that’s… that’s gross, mike, i shouldn’t.”
mike whines plaintively, pressing his nose to will’s cheek and kissing his face, voice muffled as he promises, “if you pull out right now i’ll kill myself.”
will half-laughs, half-moans as mike’s arms wrap around him tighter, and mike says, “i don’t care, okay, if you piss you piss, it’s okay.” his voice is all breathy and whiny as he rambles along — his filter totally disconnects any time will puts his hands on him. “better than okay, it’s hot, really hot, will, i mean it, just do it, okay? i want you to, i want you to, okay?”
will’s thrusts get sloppier and as mike talks his brain gets more and more hazy and less embarrassed until he finally cums and then slowly but inevitably releases everything, burying his flushed face in mike’s neck and whimpering as the tension in his bladder eases, feeling hot piss over-filling the tight space around his slowly softening cock.
mike’s hands are still gripping his ass, but he relaxes, sliding one up will’s spine and whispering reassurance and praise despite his own dazed brain, as it hits him will needs it now and he switches into the familiar mode of comforting him, telling him he’s so good, felt so good, thank you, thank you, thank you, and will lets out a watery giggle and teases him for his profuse gratitude <3