Killy

mack who notices the way will always tends to get a little flustered when mack bosses him around. a faint flush blooming on his cheeks and his eyes glossing over whenever mack beckons him over with a crook of his fingers or orders him to do something for him. the way will obeys without question, like it’s second nature for him to fulfil every single one of mack’s wishes. like he’s a loyal dog who just wants to please its owner. and he reminds mack of one, too. the way he always looks at mack after doing what mack asked of him, lips parted and eyes expectant, almost like he’s waiting to be told he did good, like a puppy who just accomplished a trick and is waiting for their treat.

will seems almost desperate to please mack, sometimes, and mack wants to see how far he can get him to go.

a plan starts forming in his mind.

he decides to put it into action on a rare day off when they’re watching a movie on the couch. he’s lounging back into a corner of the couch, will mirroring his position, tucked into the opposite corner with his legs spread and his arms resting along the back of it. he looks good, and for a second, mack considers getting down in between will’s legs to get his mouth around his cock.

but tonight isn’t about that. so he makes a small noise, humming quietly in the back of his throat, and watches will immediately turn to him, like a dog hearing a whistle.

“you know,” mack starts, feeling his lips starting to creep into a smirk. “i think the guys were right to call you kibble. it fits you.”

will tilts his head to the side, slowly registering the words. puppy, mack’s mind supplies. his eyebrows twist into a slight frown, probably confused as to where mack is going with this. “it does?” he asks quietly.

mack can’t help the way his smirk widens, teasing and definitely a little mean. “yeah, you’re kinda like a puppy. follow me ‘round like one too.”

he watches as will’s eyes widen, his cheeks taking on that familiar flush and his lips parting, his throat bobbing when he swallows audibly. “i- i do?” the words come out almost breathless.

slowly, his movements almost languid, mack crawls across the couch until he settles on will’s lap. he feels will’s eyes on will the entire time, gaze burning with heat and blatant need, despite his obvious confusion.

“mack- what-“ will ‘s voice cracks, his eyes frantically searching mack’s face as his hands hover over mack’s hips, unsure of what to do with them.

mack pays will’s confusion no mind, letting his weight drop onto his lap, grinning when he feels the hard length pressing against his ass. he coos softly when will makes a chocked off little noise akin to a whimper, his hands scrambling to grab onto mack’s hips. he reaches a hand to rest it along the delicate line of will’s throat, not pressing down, simply there, letting will feel the weight of it, while the other pats his cheek softly, like one would a dog. he feels will’s throat bob under his hand as he swallows heavily, watches as will’s eyes flutter shut.

“yeah, puppy.” he croons softly, a little condescending. “always do anything i ask, sometimes even without me having to say a word. so desperate to please me, aren’t you?”

will’s hips buck under him, uncontrollably and so unbelievably needy, lips parted around a sweet sweet whine as he nods fervently. he’s completely gone already, more than mack could have ever imagined he would be. “yeah- yeah, mackie. i’d do anything for you, whatever you want, just wanna please you.” he whimpers softly, opening his eyes to meet mack’s, full of eagerness and something that looks dangerously close to devotion. mack wants to break him.

mack uses the grip he has on will’s cheek to turn his head to the side, letting his lips brush against will’s ear. “i know how you can please me, pup.” he taunts as he rocks his hips once, his ass dragging along the throbbing length of will’s cock.

will whines, high and sweet and full of awing disbelief, his hands trembling where they’re holding onto mack’s hips when he understands what mack is entailing.

“you’re gonna be good for me? gonna sit there and let me use your cock like you’re my own personal little toy. aren’t you, puppy?” mack purrs against will’s ear, his smirk widening when will keens softly into his neck.

“yeah- mackie, please. promise, i’ll be so good.” will whimpers, sounding on the verge of tears from how desperate he is.

so now I have it in mind that this fucking guy does this all the time and it drives mack fucking insane. it's like will isn't even aware of it (sometimes he is but lets it happen he doesn't care), and with that damn mouth always open there's just nothing that'll stop those noises that he usually breathes into mack's skin when he's thrusting into him and it's just happening all the timeeee! sex noises all day haunting mack's every waking moment! and he's the only one aware of it cause he's the one that intimately knows what will sounds like in bed, and he can't say shit cause he'll sound like a pervert and also they're mostly so quiet and only mack gets to hear them since they're always breathing into each others' mouths. so now it's only mack sittings there haunted by them and feeling horny out of his mind 27/9.

will's audible breathing on the bench after a shift? that's will rutting into him to milk the last of mack's orgasm after fucking him so hard the bed shakes. and the noise he makes when he fucks mack so hard the bed shakes? it's the same one he does when he sprints on the ice. will's grunt when he shoots? that's the one he makes when he rearranges mack's guts with slow, purposeful, snaps of his hips, and sometimes when he comes. the groan he makes when he plops down onto the couch after a long day? the same noise he makes when mack hollows his cheeks and sucks while looking up at him.

most of the noises will makes are guttural, explosive ones coming from the base of his throat or sternum as if they're forced by impact. even the begging whines he make when mack takes charge and teases him to hell and back are low and throaty.

but there's that one special noise. one that, so far, nothing else managed to replicate it. some came close to it, but still not quiet. it's a little, soft, breathy noise. a relieved moan, like a tension in will's chest coming undone and opening the path for a sigh of relief to pass by--much softer and smoother than any other he makes in this context. a release, rather than the explosiveness of the others.

when it comes to the similar ones, will does it after the first sip of coffee, but that noise is too detached, doesn't hang on what brought it and just ready for the next mission of the day. he does it after a cold drink on a hot day, but there's still a hint of grumpiness under that one. at the embrace of warmth after being out in the cold for a while that his fingertips sting, or after the first bite of an indulgent meal, and even those can't even match the same sense of euphoria underlying the sound will makes when he tips into mack's heat.

the way he lingers on that sensation, unable to move on from it, and how it eclipses everything else; absolutely unmatched.

the first time will got inside him they had matching expressions. mack gasped when the head preached him, he stayed still but let out a long moan as will slowly inched the rest of the way in. when he finally slid all the way, their mouths went slack, eyes struggling to stay open and chests heaving--will is so big he feels it in his lungs. and he wants to tell will that, but afraid it will sound too naive, too inexperienced, too--

"you're so warm," will says breathlessly. so awed and full of wonder it's bordering on worshipful.

so mack tells him of how big he is and how he's splitting him in half.

that's probably why will reacts like this now. he's savoring it. no, enjoying it, indulging, feasting. lets the feeling wash over him, letting it consume him the way one surrenders to a deep slumber, shutting his brain off of reality.

now every time will slides into mack, the tension seeps from his shoulders and they visibly drop, his breathing is calmer, his eyes fluttering shut, and his chest unties to let way to that little moan that leaves him with a lighter chest, and every muscle relaxes in a moment of pure bliss. mack lost count of how many times will's foreheads bumped into his head, or the back of will's head thunked into the headboard or wall, and he fears for the guy's neck if there was nothing to support it, but in that moment, nothing can bring will to care.

sometimes a whispered good God would escape under will's breath. the first time mack heard it was because will was leaning over his back, and he heard it once will tipped in. that pleasure weakening will's muscles and he hunched over, nestling the words into the groove of mack's spine along with his silver cross. two words, and they managed to scorch mack raw because they carried all of will's awed euphoria that mack is giving him, that he's feeling because of him, and mack just knows both of them will never be the same.

(sometimes if mack wants to be really mean, he would clench around him and watch will be torn between passing out and saying a prayer.)

will would later joke that being inside mack is a religious experience, and mack would kick him to distract from the blush spreading through his face and neck.

but still, every time will pushes in, he releases that airy moan through his mouth, sounding like his world just changed. and he would say shit like, "I don't think there's anything that can feel better than this," while teasing mack's rim with his thumb, "I could stay here forever if you let me."

and mack would groan. he loves a good compliment from will but when it's about how good his ass feels...

will: smiles to himself, continues packing

mack: like i'd stay here if i were u. like, to train. bc u need to. like u shouldn't go. bc of training. u need to train. here. with me. and not go. don't go.

will: maybe u should come with me to make sure i don't stop training in boston. like who knows if i'll skate at all if ur not there. and i definitely won't keep up with the meal plan. i kinda think like as the captain it's almost like ur responsibility to come to boston with me

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.

Wills back is scratched the fuck up, bites and hickeys everywhere, scalp sensitive from his hair being pulled on sm

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and there’s either a lace trim at the top or a garter that sits higher up. will snaps the top of them just enough for it to make mack’s thighs shake and twitch a little.

the garter has a little heart charm that indents mack’s skin and that gets will going even more because mack is so pretty and the heart is so fitting