D1cksucker_Mike
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An ache started to settle inside Will's chest, burrowing deep between his heart and ribs.
Mike let go of the hug, stepping back a few inches and kissing the sobriety chip, "For you. For Nora."
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Mike and Will navigate married life, struggling through Mike’s sobriety and being on the brink of divorce.
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“Spank me.”
Will’s head snapped up, his eyes widening. “What?!”
Mike didn't look flustered. He just turned the block around, showing Will the elegant wood-burning. “Spank me. It says, ‘Spank me.’”
Will exhaled a breath, his face feeling like it was on fire. “Right. Yeah. Like I said... they have stuff like that on there. Which is why I said I didn’t want to play.”
Mike looked at the block, then back at Will, a challenge rising in his eyes. “Who cares? Build the tower.”
OR: Mike and Will play those spicy couples jenga and see who folds first
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Will propped himself up on his elbows, a look of dark amusement over his face. "You’re asking what Collin and I do? Really?"
Mike nodded, his skin flushed. Will sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and spreading them wide, creating a deliberate, inviting space. Mike stepped into it, his thighs brushing the mattress.
"I think you know exactly what we do, Mike," Will whispered, looking up through his eyelashes. "Why the sudden interest?"
Mike leaned down, his hands finding the mattress on either side of Will’s hips, caging him in. "I want to know," Mike whispers, "what he does to you that makes you so eager to leave me?"
Will’s eyes darkened, a flash of mischief on his face. "How about I show you instead?"
OR: Mike and Will dryhump, grind, then fuck
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"With a casual flick of his wrist, Will released the pressure. Mike collapsed into the cushions, gasping violently, clutching his chest as oxygen finally flooded back into his system. "Hey... that’s... that’s not fair," Mike wheezed out, his heart racing, not just from the lack of air, but from the terrifyingly beautiful sight of Will standing over him.
Will smirked. He sat down and rested a hand firmly on Mike’s knee. The heat of his palm seared through Mike’s jeans. "Life isn’t fair, Mike," Will laughed softly, then turned to slide the movie into the player.
As the movie started, Mike’s mind was a chaotic buzz of static. He should have been annoyed, but he couldn't stop staring at the side of Will’s face. He felt a shameful, electric thrill at having been so completely dominated, so helpless under Will’s literal thumb. He wanted to see it again. He needed to see that look of absolute control on Will’s face."
Or, Mike has a thing for when Will uses his powers, especially when Will uses it on him, and Will likes seeing Mike squirm.