Word count: 4.4K

Rating: E

He holds up one bottle to Mike and looks him dead in the eyes. “Okay, you need to drink this whole thing before you can fuck me again.”

Mike’s metaphorical tail wags at the mere mention of fucking Will again. He’s already planning on how to chug the whole thing in one gulp. If he crushes the bottle, he can squeeze almost all of it in seconds. Simple.

“I also have to finish mine,” Will adds.

That’s less simple.

The muzzle comes loose enough to drink water, but a warning look from Will keeps him from doing anything besides a slight loosening. He cracks open his bottle and starts to drink.

He has Will in a mating press in 3 minutes flat.

Will got three quarters of the way through his bottle. Better than nothing.

His hips are bucking up every thrust to meet Mike. This time, his thrusts are less frantic and twice as hard. “Mike! Alpha. Yes. So good. Oh my god, you’re so deep. So deep, alpha.”

or the alpha mike in rut wearing a muzzle and fucking will fic