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For a while now, Will had wanted to try something new with Mike. Now, it wasn’t that Mike didn't satisfy him, as the two had quite the fun when it came to sex. Will loved being completely under Mike's control, and he loved seeing how all the years of trust and devotion payed off in situations such as in the bedroom. Ever since the two moved into their own apartment off campus, things have been so much easier without them having to be extra quiet, or sneak around.

The other day, Will was watching a movie. He had just gotten back from a day out with a few friends, and Mike was gone for the night, visiting family. He wasn’t really paying attention to what was on screen, instead opting for scrolling through his phone while mindlessly listening to the movie. But what suddenly caught his attention to the screen was the prominent “SPRRRR” sound of a Whipped Cream bottle.
He looked up from his phone, eyes widening at the scene playing out. The main character of the movie, Amy, Audrey- whatever her name was, was sitting on the lap of a finely toned man, spraying whipped cream on his chest. Will watched as she poked her tongue out, gently licking up the sweet substance on his skin, leaving a wet glow reflecting on his dark skin from where her mouth touched.
The man under her had a firm grip on her hair, his fingers pulling her small body in closer. Will watches in awe as she continues down his body, spraying whipped cream on his abs, and then licking it up again. She looks deeply into his eyes from her position on top of him, the sparkle of her eyes in the dark, hotel bedroom.
Will blushes watching as the man leans his head back in pleasure, the closer she gets to his leaking member. He watches the white foam stuck on her ruby-red lips, her face flushed in a teasing look.
Now what got Will wondering, is how much fun the scene looked. He pictures himself in the woman's body, his legs straddling the small waist of Mike, licking whipped cream off of his body. He imagines the look on his face as he trails down his thighs, spraying the sticky substance all over his warm skin.

After Will finished the movie, he had a set idea. Once Mike came home, he shared his plan with him. Mike was a bit shocked, but excited nonetheless, his mind rushing with all the possibilities inside the walls of their attraction. Will watched as his eyes grew brighter as Will told him about the scene, telling him his desires to re-create it himself. Mike was easily on board, the two headed to the store, bought the cold bottle of Whipped Cream, and couldn't wait to get home.

“So, is there like, a correct way to do this?”
Mike asks, he sits on the corner of the bed, bottle in hand as he tilts his head back, taking a giant mouthful of the sugar.
He looks up at Will standing over him, a chunk of Whipped Cream falling out of his mouth.
They both start laughing as Mike tries to swallow the mouthful, but ends up getting most of it on his brown flannel. He cups his hand under his chin, trying to catch the spill.
“I don’t think so, but definitely not like that!”
Will reaches to grab a tissue off of their shared wooden night stand, the fibers of the tissue floating in the air as Will wipes Mike’s face and shirt clean. The substance leaves a white, sugary stain on Mike’s body.
With the red bottle still in hand, Mike takes another mouthful, he giggles as Will quickly takes it from him before he can eat too much, not wanting to have to clean up after him again.
“Don’t waste it all! We’re gonna need that!”
Will chuckles as Mike takes a gulp of the sweet substance in his mouth. The trail of white sugar on Mike’s face, trailing down to the short dark stubble on his chin, reminds Will of…A different substance.
Mike looks up at Will, face curved in a smile, the dried sugar cracking from the movement. Will places the bottle gently on the table, pushing the pink box of tissues off to the side. He grabs Mike’s face in his hands, fingers hooking under his sharp jaw as he gently tilts his head up to look at him.
Will kisses from Mike’s cheek, down to the dried Whipped Cream on the corner of his mouth. He pokes his tongue out to lick up the substance, feeling the rough hair on his tongue, tasting the sweet, dried sugar blossoming in his mouth. Mike leans his head back, plunging his hands into Will’s soft hair, feeling the soft, chestnut colored strands in his rough palms.
Will touches his nose with Mike’s, staring into the deep brown colors in his eyes. He loves studying the soft hues of almond and chocolate colors dancing around his black pupils. He has always loved to draw Mike, his eyes especially. He thinks back to the terrible crayon drawing he made back in 1st grade, all coming from a place of love and admiration.
“You’re my pretty boy, aren't you?”
Will soothes at Mike, watching his deep eyes widen in joy.
Mike nods, not breaking eye-contact with Will for a second.
“Y-yes.”
Mike replies, voice lusted with attraction, the soft wrinkles under his eyes from his deep smile.

Will frantically interlocks his lips with Mike’s, feeling the sharp tug of his hair on his scalp, as Mike pulls him on top of him onto the bed. The two rearrange themselves to now be properly laying on the bed, Mike’s dark hair forming a halo over his head on the silk pillows. He pulls Will in closer by the waist, as Will grasps his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin urgently. He pushes his tongue deep into Mike’s mouth, listening to the soft gasp of the boy under his weight.
Will hums out as Mike runs his hands over his body, up and down the light curves and valleys of his form, lingering his long fingers on the denim covered swell of his ass.
Will suddenly pulls away, shifting his body weight onto his knees as he begins undressing, taking his gray sweater off slowly, as he knows it will rile Mike up.
Mike gets the memo, as he begins to do the same, frantic hands pulling off his scuffed leather belt, as his eyes stand on the tan skin of Will’s light abs, following down to his black boxers that he is currently removing, leading to his pink-tipped cock to slap out onto his skin.

Now with the two fully undressed, Will lunges himself back onto Mike, feeling his hard penis on his thigh, he perks up at the sound of Mike’s groan at the sudden pleasure to his member.
“Fuck yes-Will”
Mike has always been known by Will to be chatty when it comes to his pleasure. He is always willing to express his feelings and desires, easily telling Will things such as,
“Yes baby, just like that.”
With his eyes rolled back, the words coming out through a heavy moan.
Or in different cases, telling the boy,
“Can you try going a bit harder?”
If Will was out of tune with Mike’s desires, these requests were always met with success, as Will was always open to anything to hear the way Mike screams for him.

Mike runs his warm hands down Will’s back, stopping at his ass, and groping the plush skin, feeling the skin curve into the back of his thigh. He pulls Will closer by his waist, pressing their dripping cocks together as Will continues licking the inside of Mike’s mouth, spit dripping as Mike suckles his tongue.
Will wines out as he kisses down Mike’s mouth, still tasting the faint taste of Whipped Cream on his chin. He continues down his neck as Mike leans his head back, exposing his neck for Will to mark up.
“God- Will.”
Mike whispers out into the quiet room at the feeling of Will’s teeth brushing onto the sensitive skin under his ear. Will gently sinks his teeth into the soft skin, sucking gently, tasting the chemicals of Mike’s cologne, his nose flooding with the woody, masculine scent.
Will continues this pattern down Mike’s neck, biting, sucking, leaking at the sound of Mike’s whines and moans, and then finding a new spot to mark. Will looks at the aftermath of his work, the pink colors blossoming on his lover's skin like paint splatters. He admires the way Mike just looks so good with the varying sizes and shapes of hickies on his skin.

Will continues down Mike’s body, peppering every inch of skin with his lips. Mike’s entire senses are flooded with the boy above him, his cock so entirely fond of the boy, that he feels himself twitch at his every move. He can feel Will’s length trailing down his thin thighs and calves as Will kisses down his chest, the drag of his balls on his skin. Will then looks up, grasping at the now room-temperature bottle of Whipped Cream. Will gives the bottle a few side-to-side shakes, popping off the hard plastic cap. He touches the white nozzle to the hair on Mike’s stomach, watching the fluffy white substance dragging out onto his happy trail. Mike grabs Will’s shoulders firmly as Will licks the cream up, watching it pool onto his pink tongue, and feeling the hotness of his breath.
“Jesus Will, why do you make this look so hot?”
Mike says to the boy under him, Will smiles at his words, swallowing the last bits of Whipped Cream in his mouth.
Will then licks down to Mike’s thigh, the sticky feeling of lingering Whipped Cream on his tongue, as he licks down to the top of Mike’s waist. He then takes the nozzle in hand again, leaving a long stripe from the corner of Mike’s hip, down to the middle of his small thigh. Will gently holds onto Mike’s other hip, hearing the light gasp of the boy under him when his wrist gently grazes the red tip of cock.
“Will- P-please.”
Mike looks down at the boy, his eyes filled with pure infatuation and greed. Will looks up in a mocked sympathetic light.
“Please, what? Need me to touch your cock baby?”
Will licks up a bit of the Whipped Cream as he waits for Mike to become stable enough to form a response, he holds eye contact fully as he kisses his skin.
“Y-Yes.”
Will looks from Mike’s eyes, to his cock inches away from his face. He ignores his soft begs as he licks the rest of the whipped cream, leading slowly down Mike’s thigh. He smirks at Mike’s gasps, the heat of Will’s mouth driving him insane, as he wishes he could feel that warmth somewhere else.

Will then sits back up onto his knees, with the bottle back in hand from its place resting next to Mike’s body, Will situates himself to where his face is directly over Mike’s cock. Mike cries out as Will places a big dollop of Whipped Cream right onto the thick tip of his cock. He cringes at the feeling of the hard plastic brushing over his member. Mike watches what Will has done to him. The small swirl of the sugar is perfectly balanced and blending into the clear drips of pre-cum underneath.
“Stay still for me baby, I don’t want this to leave a mess.”
Will purrs at Mike, watching he nods slowly, scared of the slightest movement possibly delaying his pleasure even more.
“I-I will.”
Mike murmurs submissively.

When it came to the bedroom, Will was usually the submissive one on top,. Always willingly taking Mike’s orders as he thrusts into him, giving Mike exactly what he wants, and when Mike topped, Will was always bratting back, knowing what Mike would do to him, and all the bruises and marks that would be dotted on his body afterwards, and the pain that would come with sitting down. But tonight, things were different. Every once in a while, Mike would be the submissive one, and Will always knew exactly what to do to make him listen. He knew how to push, pull, hit, and suck correctly to get anything he wanted. Will loves seeing the way that this boy is willing to do anything for him, and Will loves doing the same. Mike was the taller one, more confrontational one, who was always willing to fight back to anyone that deserved it. Mike’s hands were bigger, his shoe size was, and so was his penis. But Will always has to force himself to not cum on the spot at the sight of such a dominating man, being pushed to the brink in situations like this.

Will then digs his hands into Mike’s hip, as he opens his mouth, taking Mike all the way to the base in one breath. Mike feels the Whipped Cream spread around his cock in Will’s wet mouth, his nails leaving crescent shapes into his small hips. Will looks up at Mike, his eyes filled with lust as his nose is brushed into his dark hair at the thick base of his cock.
He then presses his tongue on the underside of his cock, the sweetness of the Whipped Cream creating an addicting taste with the clash of the salty pre cum. Will watches as Mike grips the soft bed sheets, his knuckles turning white as he groans out.
“Shit Will, keep going baby.”
Mike feels as Will swallows the liquids in his mouth, his tongue pressing down onto his tip. Will slowly trails his mouth up and down, his teeth grazing Mike’s sensitive skin, making his head hurt from the pleasure.
He then takes his mouth away, leading to a “pop” sound as he relaxes his jaw.
“No-No Will please.”
MIke starts begging, not even fully knowing what he wants, completely submitting himself for anything Will desires from his body. Will loves the way he can make Mike beg, he loves how he has so much power over his pleasure right now, and they have so much trust in each other to completely give themselves away.
“I know baby, you’re being so good right now.”
Mike whimpers at Will’s praising response, watching as he takes the bottle back in hand. Will then places a spurr of Whipped Cream on the skin from his cock, to his balls. He gently grasps Mike’s dick in his hand, watching him twitch from the sudden movement. He holds eye contact with Mike, as he starts licking from the base of his balls. He feels the thick hair on his tongue, as the Whipped Cream tickles the tip of his nose. He slowly licks up, reaching the base of Mike’s cock. He swallows, poking his tongue out to lick the rest stuck on his pink, swollen lips.
Will then slowly licks from Mike’s base, up to his tip, tasting the remnants of the Whipped Cream he used earlier.
He licks at Mike’s dick, as Mike grasps the back of his head, guiding it with his firm grip. He watches the boy above him kissing at his tip, licking and sucking at the pre cum drizzling out of him. The firm grip he has on his thick cock, mixed with the heat of his breath and warmth of his mouth, Mike almost comes at the sight. Will gently moves his hand in a jerking motion, watching Mike lose himself. He feels the wet skin on his fingertips, his thick member slotting perfectly into his palm. He continues testing his flushed tip, the color matching almost perfectly with his blood rushed lips. He sucks and toys, playing with Mike. He watches his blushed face, the sunlight of their room reflecting perfectly of his sweat soaked bangs.

Will then sits up, leaning over Mike’s limp body, as he grabs an almost-empty bottle of lube from their table drawer, the rusty hinges squeaking. They did get the table from Facebook MarketPlace, so they were never really expecting greatness considering them being broke college students in desperate need of furniture.

Will pours some of the lube into his palm, warming it up between his soft hands. He slicks it onto Mike’s cock, watching his head roll back. He then situates himself over Mike, his strong legs on the sides of his hips.
Will pulls Mike up by his jaw, forcing him up from his lying position. He grips his chin tightly, Mike’s eyes widening from Will’s dominating actions. He admires the way Mike looks, even with his frizzy hair, and his hazy brain.
“I need you so bad, Will.”
Mike whimpers out, trying so hard to pull Will down onto him, but Will remains his stance, not giving Mike what he wants. (And what he so desperately needs himself.)
“What do you need?”
He teases back, running his hands down Mike’s bruised neck. He presses lightly into the skin, watching his fingers leave a light white mark. He watches the boy under him flinch at the pressure on his fresh hickies.
“Please-”
“What did I just ask? Use your words for me.”
Mike nods at Will’s demand, completely out of energy to bite back.
Will picks the bottle back up, and sprays a bit of the Whipped Cream neatly onto the tips of his pointer, and middle fingers. Mike opens his mouth, as Will gently inserts his fingers.
“I want you to ride me so hard until I can’t even talk anymore.”
Mike mumbles, his words slurred over Will’s fingers. He sucks gently as Will traces his tongue with his fingertips, the sweet sugar settling his mind.
“Good job sweetheart.”
Mike feels his stomach flutter at Will’s words, as Will gently finger fucks his mouth. He watches as Mike takes it all, giving into Will’s every movement, and command. Will hold an intimidating look on his face, his mouth pulled in a slight smirk.
He pushes his fingers deeper into his mouth, as he lowers himself onto Mike’s cock. Both boys groan in sync, Mike almost gagging from Will’s fingers. Will sits for a moment, his own abandoned penis leaving a wet spot on Mike’s stomach.

He then slowly lifts himself up, clenching his thighs on Mike’s hips in the process.
“You’re taking my fingers so well, god, baby.”
Will whispers to Mike, watching the boy wine and whimper, his hands gripping his rotating hips tightly. Mike feels himself becoming completely devoted to the two's pleasure, at the mix of Will’s fingers pressing down on his tongue, sliding smoothly in his wet mouth, and his tight ass slowly bouncing on his cock.
“I suck it just like your cock.”
Mike replies, as Will pulls his fingers out of his mouth. It leaves a long, clear trail of spit from Mike’s puffy lips, all the way to Will’s fingers. Will continues his bouncing motion, his cock leaving a sloping mess on Mike. Mike grabs Will’s spit soaked fingers, shoving them back into his mouth greedily, and he sucks the rest of the spit off of them, leaving Will’s fingers clean.
“Good boy.”
Will praises the boy's actions. Mike releases one of his hands from Will’s body, reaching for the aluminum bottle, switching roles with Will. The cap now discarded and forgotten, he sprays some of the foam on Will’s chest. Will looks down at the boy, as he wraps his warm arms around his back, licking the Whipped Cream off of his chest. He watches the boy hold a still movement, even though Will’s rapid bouncing. The boy looks up at him, his eyes waiting for Will’s next command. Mike tastes the mix of sweat, and sugar on Will’s skin, he can feel his moans radiating through his chest, his heart pumping.
“You like that, don’t you? Cleaning me up so well.”
Will groans out at Mike.
“I’m your good boy, I’ll do anything for you.”
Will speeds up now, feeling as if they have both waited long enough for release, Mike especially after Will’s constant teasing. His heart melts at his words, knowing that yes, in the boy's current state of his pleasure-filled mind, his fast whimpers and dirty talk simply to get the two off, but Will knows that he really does mean it. The two are soulmates, and they always have been. Even during their hardest times, they always knew something would draw themselves back to each other, their bodies feeling fit for each other. Mike’s tall, lean structure is in perfect contrast to Will's short, broader body.
Will connects his lips with Mike, their moans and whimpers getting in the way of any actual kissing. Will feels his hair sticking to his forehead, his arms covered in a shiny glaze of sweat.
“You’re so tight.”
Mike cries into Will’s mouth, they inhale each other's breath and sounds. Will loves riding Mike while he was barely stretched. He loved the slight pain, and deep tingling he gets from splitting himself open on the boy he so desperately loves.
“C-Close”
Mike says, leaning his head back.
“Just a little longer, I know you can do it.”
Will decides on his final act, taking the bottle. He speeds up even faster, feeling his own orgasm peering closer. He spurts a long, white zig-zag of Whipped Cream all over Mike’s face. The look reminds him of all the countless times he's made a mess of cum in the exact same shape. The puffy liquid leaves a slowly melting trail down Mike’s neck from the roasting heat radiating from their bodies, and being encapsulated in their room.
His tongue covers over Mike’s soaked nose, the sugar smearing into his face. He licks some off of his cheek, watching Mike’s freckles appear.
“I want you to cum for me.”
Will demands of Mike, watching the boy nod breathlessly as he takes a hold of Will’s cock in his hand, going at a lightning speed or twisting and pulling the skin.
Will shakes at the unexpected pleasure, his cock aching at the neglect, his tip flushed a deep, dark red.
“Y-yes Mike.”
Will says as he grips Mike’s face, licking the rest of the cream clean off of his skin.
Mike starts bucking his hips up, connecting with Will’s bounces.
“FUCK- KEEP GOING.”
Mike screams out, the sound radiating off of the walls of the tiny room. Will feels the familiar pull in his stomach, as he cums all over Mike’s hand, watching the liquid spray over his thin stomach. He lets out a long moan at the satisfying release, his thighs shaking and losing their grip of Mike’s body. He feels Mike’s own liquids filling up his now gaping ass, plugging him stuffed. Will watches Mike’s eyes roll back, a bit of the Whipped Cream caught in his brown eyelashes.

The two share a kiss, entangling each other in their arms, catching their breath together in their after sex haze. Will pulls himself off of Mike’s collapsed body, feeling the rest of his cum leaking out of himself. He lays on top of Mike, tucking his head into his shoulder, kissing his red hickies. Mike pulls Will impossibly closer to his cum soaked body, kissing the top of his sweaty head.
“You mean the world to me.”
Will sighs into Mike.
He feels him smile, and huff out in reply, squeezing Will’s waist.