when i’m down on my knees, you’re how i pray ―୨୧⋆ ˚
𖦹 will byers smut drabble
𐔌 dom!will, he’s stroking it in the basement, pwp, fantasizing, bttm!mike, post-nut clarity, byers living with wheelers.
not written with s5 in mind— originally posted on ao3 under angelelitist!
Up and down. Up and down.
Will was kneeling on the basement floor, jean zipper popped open just enough to pull out his length. He hovered over a photograph. One of Mike. One Jonathan had taken in an attempt to annoy the noirette a few weeks prior.
Mike had always been gorgeous in Will’s mind, with adoring wide eyes that resembled a pitiful fawn.
In the photo, his eyes are locked where the camera had hovered above him, looking up from the side, eyebrows furrowed slightly, almost confused in a way. His freckles appeared bolder against his lightly flushed milky skin in it. And his lips— oh his lips— pouted slightly, pink and wet from his habit of biting.
Pre drooled down the base, the rushed motion of his hand now earning an accompanying slick plap with each pass. He was so hard it almost hurt. Will let out a groan, loud and shameless. He was home alone, why should he have to be quiet?
His mind wandered, watching a drop of the fluid splat, right on photo-Mike’s mouth. What if Mike actually let Will have his way with him? A hand tangled in his dark hair and Will’s cock sliding in and out of his mouth, maybe even deep in his throat. But he knows Mike wouldn’t be able to handle the full length of it- a soft choke everytime he slid too far in. It would be too much for him. Maybe a hand around his neck, forcing it down the taller’s throat.. or maybe he’d let Will take him properly, from behind, or in missionary. His face was far too pretty to even resist it if it was an option. His abdomen was getting tenser.
“So close.” Heavy pants escaped his slack mouth, sharp intakes and grunts accompanying them. Each slick sound fueled his imagination, the strokes down his thick length getting shorter. Faster. Would it feel like this sliding in and out of him? Maybe somehow better? Would he be loud and whiny? Would he beg for it? For Will to be rougher?
In one last motion, Will’s eyes clenched shut, and the tip sprayed out cum in quick long spurts. His heartbeat thundered heavy in his ears, knees now struggling to keep him up through the tremors, but his hand never faltered in its pumping. He let out short sob-whines as he milked his own length, only halting when the ache of ‘too much’ began to fade in.
When his eyes opened, he was greeted by, what once was a clear photo, now barely visible under the cloudy streaks of cum. A slight shame settled in his chest. It was perverse to think that Mike would ever touch him in that way. That he’d even be submissive. He shook the thoughts out of his head, he didn’t have to know about this, just his dirty little secret.
thank you for reading, part 2 in the works! i take reqs btw..
