cleric will asking paladin mike if he can massage him and mike don't even question it. he just lays on his back like will ordered. What he doesn't expect is will to straddle his hips as he gropes and fondles his chest and muscles as he slowly grinds on him
mike coos and whispers "adorable" as he leans forward slightly to press his lips against will's. "I'll get you cleaned up and make some tea for your throat. and bring you some water too."
will hums, thankful, as mike kisses him on the forehead before walking into the bathroom.
#byler#lawlessbyler
will thinks he won't be vocal during sex at all. he's always been quiet when touching himself, small gasps and heavy breathing but never full on moans. For a while he thought it was because he usually feels a need to hold back, not wanting to be a moaning +
"I guess you had nothing to be worried about. *definitely not quiet at all"
will wishes he had enough energy to push mike's chest or slap his arm, but he opts to speak instead. which is apparently a terrible idea because it comes out hoarse and pitiful. "shut up" +
touch starved bp will w mike between his legs licking so deep inside him, nose smooshed between his lips as his slick drips all over, squirming and panting to the point of incoherency. mikes hand gripping his thighs so tight theyre bruising and when will tries to push his head back, overwhelmed and overstimulated, mike buries himself deeper fuck his tongue in harder