mack who gets tired of the team ribbing him for never hooking up and who ends up admitting to will one night when they’re laying in bed next to each other that he doesn’t really like sex, because it’s too much work and he gets too in his head and anxious to even be able enjoy it.
will who doesn’t seem put off by the confession like mack would’ve imagined him to be, who simply hums pensively before offering quietly, “maybe you just need someone who’ll do all the work for you.”
mack scoffing, “right, don’t think those people exist. like, who would even want someone to just lay there and let them do all the work? that doesn’t seem fair.”
will staying quiet for a while, long enough for mack to start thinking will’s fallen asleep, until he feels will shrugging from where he’s lying next to him. “i do”
mack’s brain halting, a wave of unwanted heat coursing through him at the words, at what they could entail, even if he tries to push those thoughts away. “you do?” he asks quietly, swallowing nervously when he feels the bed move, watches as will slowly shifts onto his side to face mack.
“yeah, i do.” will confirms, a hint of something mack can’t decipher in his tone. he watches mack for a what feels like an eternity, gaze roving over every inch of his face as he seems to consider something, before he finally speaks again, voice almost a purr in the quiet of the dark room. “want me to show you, mackie?”
mack feels himself harden almost instantly at the offer, heat pooling low in his stomach as he imagines will taking care of him in the way he never even knew he wanted, but now finds himself aching for. it’s a bad idea, and it’ll probably make his shameful schoolgirl crush on will so much worse, but he needs will more than he’s ever needed anything else. “please” he nods quietly, his voice coming out in what sounds pathetically close to a whine.
will’s lips bloom into a smirk as he shifts ever slowly, almost languidly, until he’s hovering over a breathless mack. his tongue pokes out between his teeth, alike a predator licking their maw as they get ready to pounce on their newest prey. “yeah? want me to take care of you, sweetheart? show you how good it can feel when you let yourself go?” he purrs quietly, almost tauntingly, as he reaches a hand to grab onto mack’s hip, the touch burning even through the fabric of mack’s shorts.
“yeah- will, please.” mack whimpers, mind growing hazy with the fierceness of his want, with how much he needs will to do what he’s just said.
and will does exactly that, kissing mack pliant, licking into his mouth in a way that feels almost branding, owning, before slowly undressing him and turning him over onto his stomach, mack’s hips up and back arched sinfully as will unravels him piece by piece, taking him apart with his tongue, with his fingers, and finally with his cock, fucking into mack with devastatingly intense thrusts that leave him trembling and quietly crying out into the crook of his arms, one of will’s hand holding him down by the scruff of his neck and the other gripping his hip firmly enough that mack knows they’ll be bruises left behind tomorrow, making him take it, hips slamming into macks’ hard enough that the sound reverberates around the room, cock relentlessly dragging against his spot again and again as mack lets himself go, lets himself sink down down down, whimpers and small keening noises slipping past his parted lips in between quiet sobs, mind fuzzy and no thoughts apart from will, as will praises him for being such a good boy, letting will take care of him, and “that’s it, baby, take it, take me” “so beautiful when you let yourself go for me, when you let me fuck the thoughts out ‘your pretty little head” “doing so good, superstar, such a pretty cockdrunk mess under me” and the one that has mack coming around a silent scream, walls clenching around will’s cock as he lets himself float, “such a sweet boy, s’like you were made for me to take apart”
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