byler in such a horny state they are just gnawing at each other, like nom nom, no words only primal desire
Primal desire to the max. Obsessed with the idea of them just holding onto each other, hands grabbing, they're so into it, kissing and kissing and tripping over stuff, crashing into a wall. Will gets so weak in the knees about it that Mike has to pin him there before he slides down the wall. Hips pinned together. Mike holding him up. Maybe after Mike's been filling out more, getting stronger, he can actually hold Will up against the wall, legs around Mike's waist. Will holding on and clawing at Mike's back, his hair. They're barely even kissing each other. Biting, panting breaths, so hard against each other it hurts.
Mike dragging Will along through their house to the bedroom, and Will's clumsy and he can't keep up because he's so fucking worked up, trying to keep his arms around Mike. Mike just turns and scoops Will up over his shoulder, then tosses him on the bed. Eventually as they're pulling clothes off, things tear. Will whining as he watches a seam pull and the buttons snag from one of his favorite shirts and Mike just kisses him to stifle the whine. Hard. Teeth and grunts and a long moan. The sound of something breaking as Mike flings a shoe somewhere in their room. More laughter at that, morphed into a sharp gasp as Mike latches his mouth onto Will's neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin so hard it's like he's trying to feed off his blood. Will's hand clenched so hard in Mike's hair to keep him there that it's going to hurt so much after they're done, but for now he can only groan into Will's neck.
Later it's hands on hips, soft skin bruised, Mike still mostly dressed because he couldn't wait. Will on hands and knees, underwear torn in Mike's unbelievable impatience in failing to pull them down fast enough. Hips snapping against his ass so hard it's just as loud as Will's constant, high pitched moans. The jangle of Mike's belt buckle with each wild thrust. After it's over they're just laying on the bed together, breaths heaving, almost bashful in meeting each other's eye. Mike with a slight split on his lip, tonguing at the little bit of blood where Will bit at him too hard. He's grinning wide from the taste. Still mostly dressed but clothes completely askew, pants still open as he physically and mentally recovers from whatever the fuck possessed him to behave that way. Will on his stomach, dazed from everything that just happened. He's got the beginning ring of fingertip shaped bruises on his hips and a half moon circle of teeth imprinted on his ass cheek, a pair to the red hand print from a hard smack on the other. Totally nude save for the dramatically torn briefs that really only gave Mike five seconds sooner to get at him, but it's like that sometimes. His mind and body are buzzing, and he's about a minute out from pulling the underwear fully off, sliding over to swing a leg over Mike's lap, and working Mike up to take him for a ride. No rest at all. He's still feeling completely feral for it. If he doesn't get there fast enough, Mike's got plans to roll over and take him again a second time. Depends on who catches their breath first.
