thinking about will intentionally nudging mike into subspace… like the party’s hanging out in mike’s basement and will starts small, telling mike to do things for him, like go fetch a drink, go get a sweater, sit on the ground by his knee, etc. little things all evening.
at first will just says stuff like thanks, mike’s too good to him, making him preen and try to hide a grin, but gradually he’s lowering his voice with it, eventually just whispering praise in his ear, saying he’s so perfect, he listens so well, such a good boy, so good for him…
mike’s getting quiet, disoriented, struggling to keep his wits around the party (they notice, obviously, and tease him for losing his train of thought or jumping at whatever will asks, but caring’s hard as his brain mellows and he can’t find words and just wants to be good)
all night will’s been adding soft touches, a possessive hand around the back of the neck, hair ruffles, and eventually he gives his hair a sharp tug and mike’s goneeee, eyes glazed, leaning against will’s leg on the floor all floaty and hazy, barely supporting his own weight…
when max teases that he hasn’t said a word in over an hour, mike doesn’t respond, just keeps gazing up at will, who’s gently petting his hair and smiling at how relaxed and willing to please he is. will didn’t even have an ulterior motive, honestly. he just likes him like this :]
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