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willmack mutual masturbation but mack has his fingers up his own ass while will jerks himself off

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Winner Takes All

They hadn’t even made it halfway through the third period before boredom hit.

Now the game plays muted in the background, long forgotten. They’re both sprawled naked across the guesthouse bed like it’s the most natural thing in the world. The lube is somewhere between them, bottle still open, sheets already questionable. Their shirts are crumpled on the couch. Their skin’s gone slick with sweat, the kind that sticks to the backs of knees and the curves of elbows. It’s hot in the room. And only getting hotter.

It started as a joke. A dumb challenge of “who can last longer,” said with a smirk, one of them already half-hard from post-game adrenaline and the way they’d been buzzing off each other all night. They’d made it a few minutes in before Will reached over mid-stroke, casual as anything, and ran his thumb right over the flushed, leaking head of Mack’s cock.

Mack jolted like he’d been electrocuted.

“Fuck you,” he barked, turning his head to glare. “That’s foul play.”

Will only grinned, mean and loose and easy. “What, that sensitive already?”

“This is so rigged,” Mack muttered, dropping back against the headboard with a dramatic sigh as he spread his legs shamelessly. His cock twitched where it rested in the crease of his thigh, already flushed a furious red. “You always last longer. Your jerk-off stamina is, like, Olympic level.”

“That’s not a real stat,” Will smirked, fisting his own cock in a slow, practiced rhythm like he had all the time in the world.

“Still,” Mack panted, dragging his palm down to cup his balls lazily, like he wasn’t already flushed and struggling to hold it together. “You always top. My body’s not used to this anymore. It’s, like, adapted to you doing all the work.”

Will raised an eyebrow. “So what I’m hearing is, you’re too soft to keep up.”

“I’m saying—fuck—you’ve ruined me,” Mack gritted, swiping his thumb over his slit with a shaky exhale. “I indulge you too much. Always letting you fuck me stupid.”

Will laughed, shameless. “You love letting me fuck you stupid. Don’t act like it’s some kind of burden.”

Mack glared at him, pink-cheeked and breathless. “Just saying—if I come first it’s not because I lost, it’s because I’ve been conditioned to last longer with something in my ass.”

“Oh my god,” Will snorted, rolling his eyes with a grin. “Fine. You want an even playing field? You can finger yourself instead of jerking off.”

Mack blinked. “Wait. Deadass?”

Will leaned back against the pillows like he was poolside, lazy and perfect. “Yeah. I’ll give you the advantage. Call it compensation for your tragically sensitive cock.”

Mack huffed. “That puts you at a disadvantage.”

Will only shrugged, still stroking himself with deliberate control. “I like a challenge.”

“God, we are so fucking stupid,” Mack groaned, flopping flat onto his back and tossing an arm over his face.

“Uh-huh,” Will agreed. “Now quit stalling and get to work, baby. Clock’s ticking.”

Mack flipped him off, his other hand already reaching for the lube, slicking his fingers and shifting his knees further apart. He exhaled low through his teeth as he pressed the first finger in.

The sound hit first, wet and lewd as Mack began working himself open, hips twitching faintly with every glide. Then a second finger slid in and Mack gasped, whole body tensing before relaxing back into it.

Will couldn’t look away.

“Jesus,” he muttered, tightening his grip on his own cock. “You sound—fuck—already that wet for me?”

Mack gave a shaky laugh. “I don’t half-ass things.”

His voice was thinner now, breaking around the edges. His thighs started to shake, sweat pooling at the hollow of his throat. He was clearly trying to find the angle, searching with quick, imprecise thrusts.

Will noticed immediately. It's clearly been a while.

“You’re angling wrong,” Will said before he could stop himself.

Mack shot him a half-hearted glare. “Fuck off. I know how to finger myself.”

Will raised a brow and reached over, dragging his palm down Mack’s stomach and pressing just above the base of his cock. “Try curling them up, not back. You’re overshooting it. Baby, you’re out of practice.”

Mack’s face flushed deeper. “I’m not out of practice.”

Will smiled like the smug little bastard he was. “Macklin. You’ve let me do all the work for, like, months. I probably know your ass better than you do at this point.”

His eyes tracked every slick movement of Mack’s fingers, greedy and reverent. He didn’t even pretend to look away.

Mack shifted again, tried the suggested adjustment and whimpered Will's name.

There it was.

“Fuck,” Will groaned softly, hips stuttering. “Told you.”

Mack’s back arched, head tipped back. His breath came in shallow gasps now.

“You always get loud when it’s good,” Will murmured, slowing his own strokes. “You know that?”

Mack didn’t respond, too far gone already. Just continued to whimper, fingers working deeper, wetter, filthier. His cock throbbed untouched against his stomach, precome pooling at his navel.

Will watched it all, mesmerized. The way Mack writhed. The way his thighs started to tremble. The way his body chased every tiny flicker of pleasure like it couldn’t help it.

“You look so fucking good like this,” Will said softly, voice dipping low with something almost tender. “I love watching you like this. All spread out, making yourself feel good.”

Mack whimpered, cracked open by it. His head lolled sideways, eyes barely open.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Will—”

Will leaned in a little, voice dropping to a whisper, warm against Mack’s ear. “Curl them again, baby. Just like that. You’re right there, huh?”

Mack sobbed.

Will groaned, stroking himself harder now, rhythm matching the desperate pace of Mack’s fingers.

“Good boy,” he murmured, reaching out to cradle Mack’s cheek, thumb brushing gently along the curve of it. “So good for me. Look at you.”

Mack trembled all over.

“Don’t—don’t do that,” he begged, but it came out breathless, helpless, full of heat.

Will pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You gonna come for me like this? Gonna let me win?”

“You’re cheating,” Mack whined, voice breaking. His whole body was taut, on the edge.

Will kissed his cheek, slow and sweet. “You’re so sensitive. So perfect. My pretty boy.”

Mack shattered.

He came with a wrecked cry, untouched, legs shaking, hole fluttering around his own fingers. His mouth dropped open in a soundless gasp as tears welled in his eyes, overwhelmed and undone and totally lost to it.

Will stilled, watching the whole thing with blown pupils and a filthy, reverent grin.

“Guess that’s game,” he whispered, voice thick with awe.

Mack was still blinking back tears, body twitching with aftershocks, fingers limp between his thighs and cock sticky against his stomach when Will swung a leg over his hips and settled above him.

There was no warning. No buildup. Just Will’s hands on his thighs, spreading them wide like he owned them. Like Mack hadn’t just wrecked himself 30 seconds ago.

“Will—” Mack flinched, voice cracked and breathy, oversensitivity scraping raw along every nerve ending.

Will didn’t pause. Just grinned down at him, flushed and cocky, pupils blown wide.

“Prize for the winner,” he said lightly, like it was a joke. Like he wasn’t about to ruin Mack completely. He leaned down and kissed Mack’s damp cheek, lips soft against skin. “I get to fuck you now.”

And then he pressed in, slowly at first. Or tried to.

Mack was too loose, too slick, stretched out from his own fingers and the orgasm that had already left him trembling. Will slid in too easily, bottoming out in one smooth, uncontrolled thrust that knocked the breath right out of Mack’s lungs.

He let out a strangled, wounded sound, half-sob, half-gasp, and clawed at Will’s arms, as if unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

Will froze instantly. One hand came up to cup Mack’s cheek, thumb brushing gently under his eye. The other steadied them both at the hip.

“Hey. Hey—baby. You okay?”

Mack nodded, barely. A jerky, shivering thing.

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” Mack rasped. “Just—full. Sensitive. F-fuck.”

Will didn’t move, waiting. “Can I keep going?”

Another nod. And then, in the smallest voice, “Please.”

So Will did.

He started slow, careful, letting Mack adjust in increments, the way he always did when it mattered. But it didn’t last. Instinct clawed its way in, need, heat, want, and soon enough, Will’s rhythm picked up, hips rolling deeper, pressure mounting as each stroke hit harder than the last.

Mack was already trembling.

Arms tight around Will’s shoulders. Legs locked around his waist. Wrecked all over again.

“Too much,” Mack gasped. “I—it’s—Will—”

“I know,” Will groaned, voice hot against his ear. “I know, baby. You’re doing so fucking good.”

Mack let out another broken sob, his body taut and clinging, like he needed Will to hold him together. Will’s cock kept grinding deep, hitting that tender, oversensitive spot with merciless consistency. He didn’t even have to adjust his angle, Mack was already open, already twitching, already on the edge again.

“You’re so good for me,” Will murmured, reverent now. “Taking me so well. My sweet boy. My perfect fucking prize.”

Mack whimpered, helpless, his cock painfully hard again, twitching between them, untouched and leaking all over his stomach.

Will noticed. Of course he did.

“You close again?” he asked, voice quieter now. Softer.

Mack shook his head, defiant.

But it was already happening.

The fullness, the friction, the overstimulation, Will’s voice, it all spiraled into one overwhelming current. And before Mack could catch his breath, his body locked up, eyes going wide as his second orgasm slammed through him without warning.

He came again, untouched, with a full-body shudder, muscles seizing, tears spilling fresh down his cheeks. Wetness splattered across his stomach, and his hole clenched hard around Will’s cock, milking him through it as he sobbed, loud, messy, overwhelmed.

Will lost it.

“Jesus—fuck,” he groaned, rhythm breaking apart. “That’s it. That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

He drove in deep one last time, hips stuttering as he spilled inside Mack with a low, wrecked moan. His whole body locked, buried to the hilt, shaking through it.

It was too much. Too hot. Too messy. Too perfect.

They collapsed together, tangled and panting, sweat and come sticky between them. Will braced his arms, trying not to crush Mack outright. Mack stayed curled beneath him, blinking slowly, still crying soft little hiccupy sobs against his neck.

Will eased back just enough to see his face. He cupped Mack’s cheek again, brushing away tears with his thumb, feather-light.

“You okay?” he asked, voice warm and low.

Mack sniffled. “You’re the worst.”

Will laughed, bright and delighted. “You can’t weaponize affection during a jerk-off contest,” Mack added, trying and failing to sound mad.

“You never said I couldn’t.”

“You cheated.”

Will kissed the tip of his nose, unrepentant. “Yeah. And you got two orgasms out of it. Real toss-up on who won here.”

Mack squinted at him through watery lashes. “Fuck you.”

Will smiled, all teeth and unbearable love. “Already did, baby.”

He rolled them onto their sides and grabbed the closest blanket, wrapping it around them sloppily. Mack curled in against his chest, loose-limbed and completely spent.

“Next time,” Mack mumbled, sleep edging into his voice, “You’re bottoming. See how long you last.”

Will hummed and kissed his hair. “Noted. Still not giving up the trophy, though.”

Mack kicked him weakly. Will held him tighter.

“Love you too.”

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