Just read a post about will being objectively bad at sucking dick due to his nose/breathing issues but mack being into it, and I just pictured mack talking about will's head game in the locker room with stars in his eyes. meanwhile misa thinks to himself hang on that actually doesn't sound that good. kinda sounds like will sucks at sucking. I could do a way better job than him. I would be lowkey so much more talented. and so that afternoon watching a movie with Sam he's like hey would you be up to helping me test a theory.
sam is a pretty adaptable guy, he can enjoy a good curveball and still get back on his feet quick enough to be on the right side of any joke. misa catches him off guard sometimes sure, he’ll say something either way too earnest and sincere, or something just plain wrong that sam has to take a second to process it. yet he doesn’t think there’s anything that could prepare him for misa to close the door of sam’s apartment and immediately ask, do you think i would be better at sucking dick than will?
they’re standing there staring at each other, misa’s hair is still shower wet from practice, and his face looks the same way it always does, pouty parted lips, raised eyebrows, and big bright eyes that sam is starting to expect no one else is looking at correctly. they’re doe like, don’t match the sharp fangs at all, but it’s misa so he can get away with these types of things. sam wonders if he’s ever curled his eyelashes, if someone has held him down and pressed that metal looking torture device to his lashes before. sam has a sister, she did it to him once.
sorry, what? sam echos back. they’re in his apartment and they’re talking about how good misa would be at a blowjob. very good, sam thinks, or more accurately it wouldn’t matter. is this what mack was on about?
i think i would be better than smitty, and misa bats his nice long dark lashes. there’s so many things sam could say back to him, laugh it away, or prod till he gets teary eyed, or you’re that sure? right, okay. sam can be cool about this, pillow under misa’s knees because he’s not an asshole and he doesn’t think about how it’s the throw pillow cat bought him. misa looking up at him, waiting for sam to get hard, or more accurately for him take his pants off. testing a theory, they’re testing a theory. sam is a man of science, misa is a curious guy, this is the same thing as seeing if mayonnaise is a good substitute for eggs. same thing.
misa’s mouth is hot, and plush, and all the other things sam could wax poetic about. he’s got his eyes looking up at sam, such a pro move, has he done this before? is that why he was so confident about this? is sam just the convenient tester pick? okay, holy shit, that so doesn’t matter because misa is taking him further, moaning around sam like he likes the feeling of sam’s cock hitting the back of his throat. this is such a game changer, misa going ah ah ah, as he bobs down, and mewling when sam puts his hands in his hair. he could press him all the way down, but he doesn’t, even if he wants to see misa’s eyes water, because this isn’t about sam even if it’s his dick being sucked. it’s about misa, and making him confident, and somehow about will smith. interesting optics here, the first time misa gives him a blowjob and it’s about another guy.
misa does gag a little and it makes sam coo, makes him go, feels good, mis. you got it, like he’s some idiot in an amateur porn video titled “adoring husband makes love with his sweet partner” that sam will never admit to having watched before. big eyes, and misa’s tongue on his shaft. he’s so good at this, sam wants to know if it’s because there’s been other guys, or if it’s all the popsicles in the toffoli fridge.
sam tugs misa up, gonna come. all misa does is frown and try to go back down, yeah, that’s part of it. right, part of it. sam can be on board with that, can be so on board with that. misa is pink in the face, and sam gets to come down his throat and watch, watch as misa swallows, watch as misa watches him watch. and then he does get to tug misa up to his lap, dick still laying out of his pants and maybe forever changed. wanna get you back, sam says and sticks his hand down misa’s sweats to where he’s drooling in his boxers. but was it good? right. this is somehow about will smith, and misa’s confidence, and not how sam is almost more eager to make misa come than have his dick sucked, it’s a close thing. really fucking good, mis, sam says because he can, because misa asked. he doesn’t say best i’ve ever had because that’s not technically true even if sam thinks it is, and because misa would get pissy about him not taking this seriously.
okay, take your pants off, mike. he wonders if misa is an eyes wide open when he comes type of guy, or eyes screwed shut.
