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     name: sydney

     pronouns: he/she

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hi!!! yes absolutely!! sorry i took so long to get to this :( if i make any mistakes here PLEASE lmk bc i am not an expert 😓

he’s not totally inflexible, he can twist himself in funky positions that look even more pretzelly because of his long, lanky limbs, but i think he definitely has muscle stiffness and pain… he’s like a grumpy old man about it too

he was quite flexible as a kid, stayed pretty flexible but with more muscle pain and stiffness into his teens, and as he got older the stiffness did get worse unfortunately 😔 especially because he doesn’t exactly work out and keep his strength up as a habit

he holds his pens/pencils weirdly as he subconsciously adjusted to his unstable joints. trying to hold them the right way gets tiring and kind of painful after a while. his handwriting isn’t the best

he had really really awful pain, mostly in his shins, calves, and around his knees, as a kid that his parents chalked up to “growing pains” 🫩

his hands are kind of a built-in fidget toy, which… isn’t exactly good — he stretches and twists them a lot without even noticing, and it only ends up making pain worse

he was definitely the kid who used to do that thing where you fold each finger behind the next, or would show off bending his thumb to touch his wrist, or whatever. his wrists snap a lot, like most of his joints

after he shoots up in height he has been known to describe himself as feeling “like a bag of bones”, all clicky and weird

i do think the first time he smoked weed he was honestly shocked at how much it relieved his muscle tension and pain 😭 he didn’t even fully realise the baseline level of discomfort he’d gotten used to until it receded a bit and he was like. man i havent felt like this since i was a kid

sometimes karen would pass by him when he’s sitting and reading or doing something, and she squeezes his shoulder and rubs his neck for a moment, and then says, “relax, honey, you’re always so tense!” and he’s like “mom if i get any more relaxed i’ll be dead 😐”

he’s kind of fidgety and sometimes feels a need to stretch or move in weird ways, especially as he becomes stiff after sitting still and gets very achy after lying in the same position

on top of the fidgeting he’s definitely a dude who would benefit from a weighted blanket, but that might be the autism. regardless he’s def asked will to “squash” him by just lying on top of him with his full weight, especially when he feels sore, tense, and overworked, and it helps him stop fidgeting and overstretching

sometimes his hips feel out of place and he rotates them a few times and they clunk really loudly. absolutely nobody likes this. his shoulders also clunk when he rolls them, but sometimes he does it too much and the muscles get really tired and sore, and everything aches 😔 it grosses max out and she banned him from sitting next to her on the couch bc it became a bit of a bad habit and was Loud 😭

i’ve said this before, but i think he really liked to be fucked rough, overstimulated, pushed around…

when he’s in pupspace he gets confused by too many complicated words or sentences because he wasn’t paying attention, his brain was totally elsewhere

he likes when will just tosses him into a new position instead of asking him to do it himself. likes feeling like a thing for will’s pleasure instead of a person

he really likes to be covered in cum, will’s and his own, likes feeling absolutely owned. he once, without thinking, tried to push will’s cum back inside him and will almost passed out

mike can’t stop his hips from bucking when will teases and overstimulates him, to the point will has to hold him down with one hand, and he still squirms desperately, slapping will away but protesting any time he stops until will, stumped, tells him he doesn’t have enough hands to keep him still, and he’s gonna have to tie his wrists to the headboard. mike cums seconds after will’s belt loops his wrist

will gripping mike’s collar as mike humps his boot, kicking him to make his bad dog stop rutting against him without permission… he kicks his thigh first but mike just whines and shifts closer so will pushes him back by pressing his boot between his legs and retreating, telling him he’s Got to listen better, and mike just looks up at him with those big puppy eyes, pulling off his cock till his lips are just brushing the tip when he chases after the friction again, like he’s DARING will to do something about it… so will kicks him in the gut, VERY tentatively at first, and mike curls in on himself like it was a lot harder. will panics and says sorry, is he okay, he thought mike wanted him to, etc., and mike just whips his head up, wild intense eyes, all flushed and desperate, and manages to say a single word: “again.”

mike likes being fucked doggy style (duh :P) and often ends up flat on the mattress mindless as each thrust rubs his oversensitive cock against already soaked sheets. he Really likes when will pulls his head back by his hair to hold him up and kiss him while fucking from behind

when mike is deep in pupspace his kisses lose all technique until he’s basically just licking into will’s mouth. fortunately for him, will really likes this

he likes when will leaves bruises, whether hickeys or marks from his hands or mike’s collar, in a ring around his neck. the bruises are a collar so intimately from will, and every time he notices them his eyes get a bit hazy and he loses track of what he’s doing

when mike humps will in pupspace it’s the clumsy rutting of a needy dog, desperate and fast, face buried in the crook of will’s neck as he pants and whimpers in frustration and overstimulation. will whispers encouragement and gently soothes him, rubbing his back and guiding him to slow down

he loves will’s fingers in his mouth when will fucks him — will asks if his puppy needs his mouth full, and gives him his treat. he likes feeling around mike’s mouth like he’s inspecting his dog’s sharp teeth, hooking a finger around mike’s canines as drool runs down his wrist

will laughs at first, in disbelief, not really finding it funny, but mike insists he means it. and it has to be some sort of fucked up joke, and will feels hurt and angry but also… mike’s not like that, and he sounds so fucking earnest, always gets a bit unfiltered when he’s tipsy but never like this. so will just quietly says mike’s drunk, and they can talk about it another day (just to get him to leave it be), tells him to get some sleep.

mike whines but agrees.

a couple days pass and there’s radio silence from both of them. will doesn’t want to call first, despite having said they’d talk, worried it may seem like he expects anything from mike. but just when he starts getting antsy, thinking maybe it was a weird joke, or else mike’s freaking out too, mike calls.

the conversation starts off normal enough that will thinks mike must’ve somehow forgotten. until mike suddenly drops, “listen, about the other day,” and will has a heart attack. but mike just says he’s sorry for making things weird, and he’s sorry he disappeared, and they can just forget he said anything.

and will doesn’t want to assume, really, but he has to ask… “mike, did you… did you actually… mean that? or was it a joke, or… or, i dunno, a—”

“i meant it.”

“what?”

“i— i meant it. the… offer. i meant it and i’m sorry if that’s weird but i just…. i wouldn’t have said anything if i hadn’t been totally hammered, that’s why i never… it was really stupid, and i’m sorry, will, i’m really sorry, but i don’t want you to think i was… making fun. or something.”

“oh. oh, okay.”

“…okay?”

“so… you… want to…”

“yes, will, jesus, i wanna suck dick. yours, preferably.”

will flushes. “like, to try it, or…?”

“no. well, yeah, but not just to…” he sighs sharply, and will can almost feel his breath gusting through the phone. “i’m gay, okay? i haven’t… i was planning on telling people eventually but i haven’t yet. and this isn’t exactly how i wanted to…” he trails off, then says, quiet but weighty, “you’re the first to know.”

“oh. woah.” the idea that mike is comfortable enough in it to have plans to come out, to say the word out loud so naturally, is mind-bending — how long has he known?

“yeah. sorry if that makes things… weird. me… liking you and stuff. i know you’re, like, over it, but—”

“what?”

“what?” mike suddenly realises his stupid assumption — that will would see his obvious romantic interest within the sexual desire. “oh jesus, oh shit, fuck, forget i said that—”

“mike! mike, it’s okay! i like you too.”

there’s a very long pause as mike wraps his head around years of mixed signals. will feels tempted to say sorry. he waits.

finally, “…seriously?”

“yes. seriously.”

“can i visit you right now? to— to talk more?”

“oh my god. uh, yes.”

mike can hear the smile in will’s voice and flushes. “the ulterior motive is that obvious, huh?”

“pretty obvious,” will agrees.

“i really do want to talk. there’s a lot to say.”

“there is,” will agrees mildly.

“i also really wanna suck you off.” it comes out in a rush.

“oh, i’ve heard,” will says. “you were pretty clear about that.”

“oh, god,” mike groans. “oh god, i totally said a bunch of embarrassing shit, didn’t i?”

“i guess that depends on what you see as embarrassing…” he only has the courage to say it because it’s mike’s own words. “do you want to be my good boy and choke yourself on my cock?”

a whine tumbles through the phone, quickly stifled. will listens to mike breathe unsteadily for a few seconds, then hears a breathy “i’m leaving right now.”

the phone clicks.