hurt a fly

propped up on his shoulder, will bends down slightly to kiss mack's ribs while lining himself up and slowly inching into the warmth. mack pulses with sensitivity, so he pauses to caress mack's leg and cloud the room in his scent, whispering ‘breathe, baby.’ 

and mack takes a deep breath because like this, he listens to anything will says. trusts will to make all the right decisions, to keep him safe. he feels will sink in deeper, brushing past his prostate, and mack can’t help but stutter out a small moan at the rawness of it. 

then will is going in and out, agonizingly slow, but mack knows better than to ask for more. to make up for it, will wraps hand around his waist that lands on his stomach. with slight pressure, will pushes down, making mack’s breath hitch. he can feel himself around wills cock perfectly every time will grinds into the weight of his own hand through mack’s abdomen. it makes him slick up even more, spilling out from around will.

it doesn’t take long for him to get close, clenching sporadically on will’s length, whining. will hums in acknowledgement, refusing to go faster, only harder. there's fresh tears in mack's eyes, being known so well. being loved so well. he finds a way to look will in the eye.

“knot?” mack asks, sweetly, voice cracking. usually its a no. usually at this point, will won’t risk hurting him. today though, will must understand the overwhelming feeling in mack’s chest that needs this. 

“okay, last one for now, sweetheart.”

it doesn’t take long for will to be swelling up inside him, grinding into it. he removes his hand from mack's stomach and returns it to his thighs, shushing mack through any discomfort. mack’s heart soars at the non stop praises that will is whispering into his skin as he comes on will’s knot, scent sweetening the room. he can feel will spill deep inside him and they stay like that for hours, mack refusing to let him go. will has no problem with that at all, staying still inside mack and kissing all over his back.