still thinking abt wm safeword usage, especially bc @merikaii enables me often. safewording is hot!!!!!!!!! everyone get more safeword down!
guys please walk with me. I am thinking about them doing exhibitionist stuff. they both get hot at the idea of being caught / needed to be quiet. mack with a remote control vibrator in, probably one of those that attach to some pretty lace panties, with a little embroidered #2 on the hip.
will telling him he's not allowed to cum and he's not allowed to take them off, that if he sits through dinner with their friends he'll be rewarded. which seems easy enough. mack has been edged before. it's hot. will even promises to use his pretty plug whenever they get home. have him stuffed to the brim. one of mack's favorites. the one with the teal heart and the opalescent finish.
they get to dinner and it starts fine! they're laughing, cutting up. will orders their appetizers, however eventually the variables start to change and just start to feel all wrong. instead of enjoying the need to be quiet, mack feels ignored. like he's on the outside of a joke even though logically he knows will is talking about anything else.
he knows that will wouldn't dare talk about what they're doing to their friends of all people but the feeling is rotting in his chest. its the bad… bad feeling of humiliation. not the good kind that sets you alight and makes you jittery but the burning coil in your stomach that makes you want to puke. he feels sick, and the buzzing against his prostate is starting to hurt instead of feel good.
will hasn't noticed. he's laughing with matty about baseball and it makes jealous spark in mack's chest, fluttering like angry butterflies against his ribs. just the imagery of mack with his nails digging into the wood of the table and his chest feels tight, like he's gonna cry. he feels so close to letting out a sob, tears clinging to his lashes.
finally breaking after he hears leno start laughing and it's just that soft mumble of Boston. just loud enough just for will to hear ( because they're unoriginal. ) the watery little mumble, mack saying it then immediately excusing himself from the table. stumbling off in the direction of the bathroom. he just wants away from it all. he's overstimulated in the worst way.
will who hears it and immediately clicks off the toy with a speed he didn't know he possessed. he doesn't even try to be subtle about also leaving the table, just following after mack with the excuse of… "one second guys, yeah he's not feeling too well. might be lunch disagreeing with him." casual enough for his friends to not ask questions.
will getting to the bathroom, and thankfully it's a single instead of an array of stalls. quickly able to lock it behind him. sweet sweet mack's got tears down his cheeks but he hasn't dared remove the toy. he was told not to. heaving out a "Sorry. Fuck— I didn't want to. I tried to enjoy it. I did. I promise I did! Please don't… be mad. Please. Will—" just hiccupping, legs trembling and will immediately shushing him. catches his body weight with ease so mack doesn't fall.
"Did so fucking good superstar. It's okay not to enjoy stuff. Thank you for telling me." kissing his forehead and pushing his sweaty hair back and mack nuzzles into his chest, the soft fabric of will's stupidly slutty button up lulling him closer to a state of calm. "You're so good baby. I love you. You're okay. We're gonna take it out now."
having mack lean against the sink, holding onto it and will pulls down his pants, along with the panties. carefully slipping out the toy while peppering kisses to mack's thigh. "That's it. It's over baby. Scenes over, we're not doing anything else." mack just nodding with a sniffle, shivering with will's teeth graze his thigh.
mack mumbling out a "You can leave a mark Willy. Still w-want you on me." and will just grins, that stupidly hung smile he has, sucking a thick hickey on the back of macklin's thigh that is far too low. it will easily be seen if mack decides to wear shorts in the upcoming days. will helping mack pull his pants up, depositing the panties and the toy into his pocket.
grabbing mack's face in his hands as he properly kisses him now. "Talk to me, what happened. What went wrong for you?" and mack just flushes, looking away because it feels stupid now that the scene has stopped. will knows that look though, carefully tapping his cheek to get him to focus.
"You didn't... look at me. I just—" mack sighing, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he presses further into will's touch like a cat bunting for attention. "I felt like I was getting laughed at... and the restaurant is really loud and then the toy started to hurt. I think the angle got messed up."
will who listens like his life depends on it, nodding and taking in everything mack says. "Do you wanna try stuff in public another time or is this gonna be one of your nos?" mack nodding, because he does! this one just really didn't work out. will smiling so wide, leaning in for a kiss.
"Okay baby. I'll plan something else. Thank you for telling me. I'm so proud of you. So so proud." kissing mack's nose which makes him laugh, which is exactly what will wanted in the first place because seeing mack cry is one of the worst things he ever has to experience.
"This is the hottest you've ever been." and mack just squawks because that makes no sense. "I'm serious! You being honest and trusting me to fix it. There's no other feeling." will's thumbs scrubbing away any remnants of tears against mack's cheeks, leaning in for one more kiss.
mack who's practically as red as a fire truck, because his boyfriend is the biggest sap in the world. "I trust you more than anyone else." and will thinks he might actually collapse from his heart stopping. walking back over to the door, unlocking it.
"Good, because i've always got you superstar. "
