mack who always gets a little starry-eyed and dazed whenever will taps his ass on the ice, or pats his hip to urge him to start walking whenever they’re about to go somewhere.
only letting himself think about it whenever he’s alone in bed at night, imagining will slowly putting more and more force into it, even going to the point of imagining will laying him across his lap and landing hits after hits, until mack’s ass is a bright red and burning as he sobs into his arms and desperately ruts against will’s thigh from how unbelievably and shamefully good it feels.
will who notices the way mack’s face always tends to flush a pretty shade of pink and his eyes go a little dazed whenever will does it, and who decides to test his theory. starting slowly by putting more force into the taps he lays against mack’s hips whenever the other boy is in his way in their apartment, his hand getting dangerously closer to mack’s ass the more time passes, and the sound of it quietly reverberating in the room. watching the way mack’s eyes flutter closed and his lips press together to hold back what will knows is a sweet little noise, because mack is so blatantly enjoying it, seemingly even starting to catch on if the way he starts purposely standing in will’s way and watching him silently, eyes pleading and waiting for will to strike, means anything.
their back and forth lasting a few weeks and growing in intensity, to the point where it becomes almost ridiculous, the way they’re circling each other and waiting for the other to break.
will’s breaking point coming in the form of walking into the kitchen one day to find mack wearing the skimpiest little pair of shorts and leaning against the island on he scrolls on his phone, back arched ever so slightly in a way that pushes his ass out almost obscenely, looking up over his shoulder when he hears will come in, eyes daring, almost like he’s taunting him to finally do something they won’t be able to come back from.
will slowly walking closer to mack, feeling strangely like a predator who’s prey has just laid itself at his feet and willingly surrendered. watching the slight trembling of mack’s body, the way his teeth sink his lip as he understands what’s coming, so obviously waiting, wanting.
the first smack reverberating loudly around the room, the muscles of mack’s ass recoiling as will’s hand lands. a gasp leaving mack’s lips, followed by what can only be described as a whimper as his eyes flutter closed and his face takes on a faint shade of red.
will who simply can’t help himself, after watching mack reacting so beautifully.
his hand coming down again, more forcefully this time, making mack keen, his hips stuttering as his head falls into his hands, chest dropping to the counter and presenting himself for will to use, to abuse. will’s hand coming down again, and again, and again. the intensity growing with each hit as mack’s reactions get more reckless, his noises growing louder with each strike, pained little whimpers and keens that sound like music to will’s ear, and his hips mindlessly rutting forward from where they’re pressed against the counter.
will grabbing mack’s hips, palms tingling and thumbs rubbing softly over the clothed skin as he leans his chest against mack’s back, ignoring the boy’s displeased whine as he lets his lips brush against mack’s ear. “that what you needed all along, huh, superstar? couldn’t even use your words, had to go to tempt me with your slutty little shorts and hope i’d break.” he taunts, smirk blooming on his lips as he watches mack hide his face, embarrassed for wanting something so depraved, for getting off on it. there are tears tracks on his flushed cheeks and drool at the corners of his mouth, and he’s never looked more beautiful.
“will-“ mack whines, voice small and undeniably needy as his hips keep stuttering, pressing his leaking cock against the hard edge of the counter. he tentatively grinds back against will, hissing when his ass comes in contact with him, pain searing through him and lighting up every single one of his nerve endings with pure heat. “please, i need-“
“shh, sweetheart. i know what you need. you can let go, i’ll give it all to you.” will promises him quietly, smirk still audible in his voice. he presses a tender kiss to mack’s shoulder before stepping away from him, rearing his hand back.
when the hit lands, harder than all the previous ones and making will’s palm burn, mack’s hips stutter almost violently, a keening sob erupting from his chest as he comes from nothing else than the pain will inflicted upon him.
afterwards, will gathers a teary-eyed mack in his arms, quiet whimpers continuously falling past the boy’s lips as will guides them to his room, into his bed where he tucks mack him against his chest and gently pets a hand through his hair, praising him for taking it so well, superstar. “so beautiful when let yourself go” “such a good boy, took everything i gave you so perfectly”
