#willmack fic

note: also interested in samisa, celebedsy + any combination of will and his evil exes in the background for the drama.

interests: marvel, agathario, cherik, csm, jjk, tr, pandora hearts, studio ghibli, hikaru ga shinda natsu, hannibal, harry potter (mainly the marauders).

music: mitski, olivia rodrigo, noah kahan, fleetwood mac, florence + the machine, taylor swift, hozier, abba, aurora, sabrina carpenter, lizzy mcalpine.

television / movies: I LOVE THE GRINCH, the nightmare before christmas, corpse bride, coraline, monster house, bambi, the lion king 2, pan's labyrinth, the witcher, the sinner, generally any mystery/crime/fantasy series <3.

books / reading: aftg, green creek series, captive prince trilogy, grishaverse, heartless, currently reading sunrise on the reaping.

mack leans forward, a single finger hooked inside will as his other hand brushes through the frizz of will's front curls, pressing will's gaze up to meet his.

because the sound will just let out, a whimper, pressed into the pillow where he'd buried his head as macklin played with his entrance, had mack needing to know.

"you said you had-" mack says, pressing deeper with his slick finger to drive home the point, "before. with women. this." the warmth of the body under him has mack overheating, has him so hard now, fuck.

will nods slightly, trapped by mack's grip on his hair as he squirms, rubbing himself against the mattress, giving mack friction where his length is trapped at will's hip, so close. so close.

"yeah," will gasps. mack follows the ripple of his shoulder blades that follow him teasing another digit at will's hole. "yeah, i have."

not like this, mack thinks. it can't be-not like this.

so, "not like this," he half-asks, though it's not phrased as a question as he spreads another pump of lube, slicking things up even further before he kisses at will's bicep and presses his two fingers in.

will's forehead presses again to the pillow, hiding as he swears under his breath. he's tight, so tight, around mack's fingers.

"breathe, baby," mack says, digging his thumbprint into the meat of will's ass, distracting him from the pressure mack knows so well; from the burn he craves now, whenever they're apart too long. it's new for will though, he knows. "you've never done it like this, have you?"

will is shaking his head, hitching his knee to further spread his thighs at mack's urging, as mack continues.

"not in you, like this." mack underlines his words with the final press in, two fingers captured completely to the third knuckle now.

"fuck you," will says, though any sharp edge in the curse is softened completely by the way he's pressing up now, into mack's claiming grip. "had you?" he asks, "before this?"

before me, mack hears. before us.

will goes on, turning his head to lock eyes with mack now, heads nestled close on the same pillow, side bodies glued together, breathing in tandem. "i've, with- girls, like, they've-" he tilts his hips up, a slight circle that has mack finding that spot inside him; he changes the angle of his fingers slightly, curling the pads of them against it. will exhales, shakey, between them. "like, i've- to them, but not... no, shit fuck mack, no, not like this."

"not ever?" mack asks, and it's fine, it is- but he just... assumed.

"fuck off," will groans, trying to hide again, but mack twists around to get his other hand around will's jaw, holding him close. "don't tell me you had girls pegging you in college," he mumbles, around mack's heavy hand on his face. "no fucking way."

mack blushes, then. he feels it, deep red; hot, so hot. the room is so hot, stuffy, as mack presses forward to land a kiss on will's parted lips. just a quick one, just hello, just i love you, so i can't hide.

"no," mack murmurs, "not that, no." he curls his fingers, pulling them free just to replace them with his thumb over will's soft entrance, dipping in slightly, then sliding in completely, feeling will's body react to the different angle, the different sensation. "but one wanted to do this, once."

"this?" will asks, finally releasing one of his hands from where he was clutching his pillow. he strokes a finger across mack's bottom lip, and mack playfully nips at it before sucking it into his mouth.

"'ing-ring," mack attempts to answer, but has to release will's finger to try again, more clearly. "fingering," he clarifies, focussing again at doing just that, pulling his thumb free from will now and breaching the ring of muscle again with his two slick fingers again.

the new stretch of it has will clutching at mack's forearm, sliding his grip up to mack's shoulder, nails digging in at the base of his throat.

"ye-yeah?" will prompts, still forming the words, however monosyllabic they may be.

"yeah," mack breathes, inching closer to nudge at will's jawline, to fit his lips to the thin skin behind will's ear, to suck a kiss there. "it's how i knew i'd probably love it," mack whispers, "the way it is with you, how we've been-" he twists his fingers, teases the tip of a third at the rim, so stretched. mack wants to duck down and look at will, open around him. wants to lick at it, maybe, and fuck. "how we've been, normally, when you-"

fuck me, he doesn't have to say. will's full body shudder lets him know he hears it anyway.

"love that you love it," will mumbles, pressing his hips back into mack's hand with purpose now, with a rhythm. "love it too," he says, "like that. so much."

"and this?" mack starts, disentangling himself from will's side and urging will gently up onto his knees without dislodging his fingers. face still planted on the pillow, it has will now arched filthily in front of mack, who gets a hand around himself to stop himself shooting off right then, feeling the string low in his belly tighten. "how are you liking this?" he asks, reaching for the lube again, gaze pulled irrevocably back again and again to his fingers inside-inside; stretching, making space for himself there.

"how about you get on with it," will tosses the words over his shoulder, "and get your dick in me, and we'll both find out."

mack chuckles under his breath, then inhales deeply, stretching the length of his body possessively over will's to plant a kiss at the very top of his spine, over the crooked clasp of his necklace. it has his cock pressing deliciously against his hand in will's crease, and he nudges forward, the simulated fuck forcing a gasp out of them, followed by a duet of fluttery moans.

"yeah... yeah," mack mutters, repeating the action once more. "god, yeah. yeah."

will searches for mack's hand and interlaces their fingers, forcing mack to shift all his weight into the other so he doesn't collapse down. bringing their joined palms to his mouth, will turns to land a messy kiss on the back of mack's hand.

"fuck me," will mumbles, bottom lip catching on mack's calloused knuckles, "please, mack."