Mike slammed Will face-down on the bed, yanking his jeans down to his knees in one hard tug. "Spread for me," he ordered, voice thick with need. Will obeyed, knees wide, ass up, hole already slick from the lube they'd grabbed in a rush. Mike spat on his own cock, stroked it twice, then shoved in deep without warning.
Will grunted, fingers clawing the sheets. "Fuck, yeah. Harder."
Mike gave it to him, hips snapping fast and mean, skin slapping loud in the quiet room. Each thrust buried him to the balls, stretching Will open. Sweat dripped down Mike's chest onto Will's back. He reached under, fisted Will's leaking cock, and jerked it in time with his pounding.
"Take it," Mike snarled, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. "This tight hole was made for my dick."
Will pushed back, meeting every thrust, moaning filthy. "Give it to me. Fill me up. I want your cum dripping out of me."
Mike's rhythm turned brutal, balls smacking Will's ass. He leaned over, bit Will's shoulder, and fucked him like he was claiming him. The bed creaked under them. Will's cock twitched in Mike's fist, spurting thick ropes across the sheets when Mike nailed his prostate again and again.
Mike didn't slow. He kept driving in, using the slick mess to go even deeper until his own orgasm hit. He buried himself balls-deep and unloaded, pulsing hot cum straight into Will's guts. He stayed there, grinding through the aftershocks, making sure every drop stayed inside.
When he finally pulled out, cum leaked down Will's thighs. Mike flipped him over, shoved two fingers back into the sloppy hole, and pumped them slow while Will caught his breath.
"Round two in five minutes," Mike said, already half-hard again. "You're not done till I say."
Will grinned up at him, legs falling open wider. "Then get back in there."
