#Spicy Byler

[castlebyersafterdark]

I feel like people are always talking about Will masturbating and mike just watching without being able to do anything because will tells him not to but have we ever considered will encouraging mike to touch himself while will puts on a show for him. Like will riding a dildo on their bed and telling mike that it's ok, that he can touch himself, he wants him to, all while sweaty and moaning mike's name and mike is just sitting in a chair across the room watching and trying so hard to draw his orgasm out but even when will tells him to slow down because he's jerking himself so fast while watching will ride the dildo and he doesn't want mike to come in 2 minutes, mike literally cannot help indulging himself when his boy is putting on such a wonderful show for himmmm

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They weren't the type of couple to knock.

No locked doors. And a devised situation not meant to be a surprise, but one discovered with delight all the same.

It was a lonely late night cut short. And Will, before the knowledge reached him, had been reduced to desperate self-indulgence as a result of pent-up solitude after so many recent nights solo while Mike's massive project and deadline loomed.

Will hadn't been properly fucked in way too long. He needed it.

And now, Mike was finished. Work submitted and he was outta his building downtown as fast as possible. Momentary freedom until the next soul drain. Home again, home again.

Flowers were bought from a little stand across the subway exit (a stunning bouquet combination of fall colors that resembled a sunset) and he picked up Will's favorite from their neighborhood bakery - both to be delivered with intention of a sweet but passionate reunion to celebrate finally catching a break. There was a spring in Mike's step as he took the stairs two at a time up to their eighth floor apartment.

He heard Will before he saw him and abandoned the gifts on the kitchen counter before approaching their bedroom. Door ajar. Grunts and gasps like the most beautiful breeze through the doorway. And Mike nearly tripped over himself once he pushed the door fully open.

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"Oh, Mike. You're home early," Will moaned with awe, like he was overcome with joy, at the sight of Mike staring at him with jaw dropped, eyes transfixed to the slow insertion of a pale dildo inside that perfect body.

Stripped bare, save for his green striped socks. Knees bent, splayed, and an arm reached behind to guide the dildo. The hum of pleasured little sounds as Will indulged in his body filled their bedroom.

Will turned his neck to look at Mike standing in the doorway and grinned wide, head tipped back to the mattress as he bucked his hips in time with the dildo he pushed inside over and over. Shiny flesh colored shaft gleamed in the low light to pair with the soft, slick sounds as it entered. Mike's mouth was suddenly thick, salivating, own cock twitching in his pants.

"Yeah. Uh. Hello." Mike grabbed absently at the air like he'd made to try to remove his jacket from his arm and missed, grasping nothing. He cleared his throat. All these years and Will never failed to leave him stunned. "Couldn't wait for me?"

Will tossed his damp bangs from his face and bore down once more to meet the jerk of his hand, a slower grind than he'd been enjoying now that there was a reason to put on a show.

"Nope. Didn't think you'd, hmmm, be back before ten. Again."

"Here I am."

As he gave the breathless response, Mike managed to shuck the jacket to the floor and clumsily toed out of his shoes. Will grinned even wider and continued the slow grind, the familiar flick of his wrist as he angled the soft head of the dildo over that spot inside that made stars burst at the back of his eyes and made his throat heavy and strained. And felt so so so fucking goooood. His cock leaked and dripped over his stomach as he played with drawing out white hot pleasure, almost too much. He choked on a moan, nearly sounding of Mike's name, and grit his teeth at his need for more.

"This is your fault."

"Me? Because I've had to work late? You know I-"

"It's fine, Mike. I get it, ohhhh, yeah. Hmmm. But, still. Your fault."

"Wow."

"You gonna do something about it?"

He'd been at it for a little while now, erection flagging a bit as he shifted to his knees, positioning the dildo on the mattress to take a ride. His feet planted flat as he balanced on palms and drew upwards, then sunk down, cock bouncing as he rode. As he repeated this a few times, Mike had lost his shirt, unbuckled his pants. Frantic. He palmed at his tented briefs as Will rode the dildo, huffing with the effort as he really worked it into his body.

The position didn't last long as it kept slipping on the mattress from that angle. Mike stepped closer to the bed as he watched it slide completely from Will's body, exposing his slick hole, raw and pink and perfect. Nothing would be better than grabbing those legs and pulling Will to the edge of the bed to fuck him until he screamed. Eyes rolled back on that beautiful angel face. Hips snapping hard enough to bruise against that perfect, plump ass.

"Mike," Will said, sharp as he readjusted, flat on his back again as he tried to guide the dildo back to his entrance, slightly out of breath from slipping from his previous position, winded from the sudden drop. "Take it out already. Wanna see you."

"Oh, you do?"

"Come on, you look ridiculous. And don't pretend."

Mike glanced down to his open pants, belt dangling almost out of the loops but not yet fallen, one pant leg further down than the other, dick about to burst thorough those bright white briefs with need. Will moaned in relief when he finally sought what he wanted and slammed the dildo back to the base, then played with the angle, the delicious feeling of fullness. Mike's cock was better, absolutely divine whether it was slamming deep or teasing him slowly - but not yet.

"Better?"

Will only hummed in response and sat back up, eager to watch. Mike came to lean against the edge of the bed, knees pressed to the mattress as he loomed over Will from above. Mike may have been towering over him, imposing, cock seemingly even bigger than normal from the angle underneath as Mike began to stroke, but Will felt completely in control. Powerful even, as he slowly fucked himself with the dildo, maintaining eye contact all the while as his lover got off to the mere sight of him.

He liked his body - or had learned to. He liked the softness of his thighs, the plush flesh and shapely perkiness of his ass, which he shifted against the bed, legs spread wide to show off his clenching, glistening hole as he removed the dildo completely to slide around and tease himself, but not press inside, gliding over the fresh smoothness he'd prepared for the occasion, initially indulgent for himself alone as he didn't expect company that early.

"Fuck, Will. I'm not gonna last long."

"Try," was all Will offered, a slight scoff. Maybe it came out meaner than he intended. But he liked this.

He liked the effect he had on Mike, who had never been great at hiding his expressions. Already red in the face, flushed half way down his chest. Mouth open, a slight sheen of saliva on the edge of his lip where his tongue kept poking out in concentration. Brows furrowed as his fist worked over his cock at a pace that looked almost painful.

"Slow down," Will gently demanded. "Go with me. Yeah. Like that. Doesn't that feel nice?"

Will fucked himself an indulgent glide, slow thrust inside, and a quick pull out. Not all the way, but almost. The way he liked Mike to fuck him once they'd been at it awhile. Slow, to savor the glide of cock over hot muscle and play with nerves, to shoot pleasure up his spine and make his limbs tingle with near over-stimulation as that addictive ache pulsed and spread, and then adding a hard jolt to knock the damn breath from his lungs.

"That's right. Pretend you're fucking me," Will said with a slight stutter as he grazed himself in a particularly toe-curling way.

"I could actually be fucking you right now, oh shit," Mike gasped as he lost his balance, having leaned too far forward on the edge of the mattress to fall forward, closer to the man putting on an incredible show, just for him. "Sorry! Sorry."

"Mike!" Will pulled out completely with a gasp, dildo brandished in the air like Excalibur. "Did you try to literally fall dick first into me just now?!"

"What? No! I literally slipped!"

Will laughed and shook his head, turning over to try another position, wrist needing a change up.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Get up. We're not done."

Mike backed up and resumed his agonizing pace, groaning at the delight of seeing Will on all fours, ass offered for the ogling but nothing more, as he resumed the earlier technique. He sped up a little here, tried a different flick there, even slowing his hand completely to rock back with his hips to meet the dildo halfway, as he loved doing with Mike, hips rocking together. He imagined that as he arched and moaned, neck craned to watch Mike in turn.

And a sorry state the poor man was in.

He was likely to bite through his lip at the force in which he was bracing his teeth, red and indented mouth holding back a more primal yell. Eyes dark, overcome with desire, cock red and leaking all over itself and Mike's frantic fist, disregarding Will's instruction. He cupped his balls in the other hand and gripped himself looser, a quick squeeze to the base to settle and calm, relenting when Will scolded him once more.

"You look so good Will. Please, baby. Please let me fuck you."

"No."

With a harsh laugh, Will flipped over again, resting his neck that hurt from the twisted strain of watching Mike. He resumed a languid pace and nodded at Mike's hand as it sped up again.

Mike groaned loud, slowed down, and repeated, "No?! You're so ready. I know you need it."

"Got all I need right here."

"Wiiiiiiillllll."

The whine could peel paint.

"Be patient, come on."

"You're such an asshole."

"Keep it up, babe, and you won't get mine."

"Oh my god, Will."

He fell back to the bed and took up a frantic pace himself, fingers light on the base of the dildo as Will pushed it in faster than before, but with less force as he thrust it inside. It hit everything inside just as he loved it, direct, then teasing and fleeting as it drug along the tender walls, then direct again to rub and linger. Little jolts that made him whimper in time with his pace. It was a struggle to keep his eyes open, just wanting to lose himself in the feeling, in Mike... oh he was going to cave soon.

No.

Not yet.

"Mike," Will started, in that tone of voice that made the man in question feel like he's stumbled in place or dropped over the first roller coaster hill.

Mike's face lit up, eyes bright and brows less scrunched at the sound of his name in that tone, mouth a perfect circle as he waited further instruction. He wasn't getting inside Will if he kept falling off track and showing his impatience.

"Look at you. I need you, Mike."

"Now? Can I-"

"Not yet. Need you to show me."

"Show you whaaaat?"

Will smiled and readjusted again at the continued whines and desperate noises above him. He went to his knees and positioned himself over the dildo, sinking down to grind in place with a hand wrapped around his cock, filling up again at his own touch. He gestured at Mike's general vicinity and continued.

The loss of watching the direct point of entrance as Will subtly rocked in pace was a loss that had Mike pulling at himself with renewed purpose spawned out of frustration, playing right into Will's game. He slowed down, finally compliant. Will deserved a show, too.

He stroked with a pace too slow for his liking, but showed off his long fingers, wrapped around the shaft in a way that highlighted the digits that Will couldn't get enough of, riding them as well as cock or shoved in his mouth. Mike pulled off to spit twice into his palm, then resumed. Slow, thumbing at the cockhead and staring at Will like cornered pray. He hummed deep in his throat, savored the sensations as he stoked over hot skin and focused on the raw feeling rather than his desperate need. Smiled and closed his eyes at his own pleasure, luxuriated on the upstroke. A twist and a squeeze, down again.

Will slipped back yet again, hand faltering as he lost himself in watching Mike, knowing that Mike's entire mind was full of desire for him, for wanting to be inside him and take him completely. A need to replace the dildo with himself, show Will that he was better. He was. He completely was. There was nothing else like it.

"Mike, fuck me, Mike, please."

Mike crashed forward and crowded Will with a smother to the bed, chest plastered to chest as lips crashed together. A filthy, wet kiss, more a plundering, fucking him with slick tongue rather than any lingering sweetness. He reached down and pulled the dildo from where it had been abandoned, sticking halfway out of Will's clenched hole, and tossed it with abandon somewhere in the room. Where that was, he did not care.

"You didn't have to do that!" Will laughed as he watched it fly away from the bed to bounce elsewhere. "Jealous, much?"

His laughter was cut off with a loud, hard gasp as Mike grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him completely flat, legs held high, then pressed as far down as possible, bending him near in half as Mike drove inside at a brutal pace.

Hips snapped and clapped against Will's plush skin pulled taut, fucking into him over and over like it was life or death. He swore Mike practically growled as he thrust deep, leaving Will breathless and moaning without rest, without pause, without catching his breath. Will scrambled for purchase on the mattress and got his hands up and under him, palms on the sheets to grip for leverage as he hooked a calf around Mike to thrust back, as much as able, fucking Mike back as desperately as he was being fucked.

"Oh god, oh shit, that's it, oh fuck Will, I can't-"

"Come on, Mike, fuck me, you can hold off."

"No, I'm gonna come, I can't, oh fuck."

His hips snapped hard and slowed as he thrust in rolling perfection, filling Will deep. Will splayed out, one arm like a wingspan as he felt the pulsing deep in his body, other hand now frantic over his own cock as he chased his end. He finished hard not too long after, as Mike remained inside, fucking him in a much less frantic way through the aftershocks.

Mike pulled out and dropped Will's legs, which fell like dead weight to the mattress, spread wide around them both.

"You ok?" Mike asked, so soft and different than their biting quips from earlier.

He ran hot palms up the length of Will's thighs, then kissed at his hips and chest, swiped a tongue through a streak of come that landed just under a nipple. Will leaned upwards to accept a kiss, moaning at the taste of himself on Mike's tongue, then fell back. Mike smiled down at him, mirth playing across his face.

"What?"

"So. Are you up for more?"

Will glanced down where Mike had a hand wrapped around his own cock again. Not hard yet, but apparent that his refractory was ridiculous that evening. It was flattering. Very. He didn't answer verbally, but closed his eyes and writhed in the bed in a way that made Mike understand.

Mike stroked himself with a widening grin, slow and steady, just like Will had demanded previously. Will spread his legs just that bit wider, then lifted his hips in invitation.

With all the energy he could muster, Will then shifted and managed to flip himself over, mess from his chest having been gathered to coat Mike's hand as he worked himself over, readying for a brutal round two.

He lay flat to the mattress, with knees braced, legs spread, back arched to show off the perfect dip of his back and shelf of his ass. Not that he needed much enticement, as Mike was already positioning himself between the perfect sight of his lover's offered body.

Will had put on his show. And got his in return. He just wanted to lay there and take it now. Use him. Let Mike play.

"Come on, Mike. Show me what you got. I know you can do better than that."

With a cracking smack across his right ass cheek, Will groaned into the bed below with a dopey grin, like he was suddenly dizzy and drunk. He wiggled in place as he felt the tease of a cock at his already worked over hole, hissing at the feeling, and moaning at the shocking surprise of a second palm to the other side.

"You good, Will? Talk to me."

"I mean it," Will answered, succumbing to that hazy headspace, that place he escaped to when he wanted to lose himself completely to sensation. "You can do so much better than that."

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[romainlettusdinnerparty]

hello i’m lightly intoxicated and i saw a video of finn possibly looking the best he’s ever looked so i took a little photoshoot and these are some of my favorite stills i captured

[pluralbyler]

hi i got scared of losing all this so i made a discord server

[willbyershandmoles]

awkward boners is such a massively underrated trope for byler. especially when they're teenagers and hormones are going crazy and basically even the smallest sexual thought has their underwear suddenly tightening. and it's such a perfect transition too as they venture the line from being childhood best friends, to small innocent crushes, to genuine physical-based attraction. mike holds will's waist as he's guiding down the hall away from bullies, and will's hyper-focused on how big his hands are and how firm mike's grip is. they're playing video games in mike's basement and will's laughing and sipping from his coke and mike's entranced by the wet sheen of his lips afterward. hastily placed pillows on laps and distancing themselves away from tight hugs. not understanding their bodies, and the understanding and hating themselves for it, but mostly they hate how much they enjoy their attraction. and one day, hopefully, it builds up to them finally accepting their attractions, their physicality, because they have each other.

[wendydarlingfics]

For the pairing/number drabble game, can I please have… 80 and/or 93 for Will/Mike? 🥰🥰

finally got around to both of these. here is the start of the one for 93 now too :) https://archiveofourown.org/works/64468840/chapters/165541543

[greenfiend]

If you can't take Hosegate don't read this post...

I'm serious...

Okay. I've warned you. This is a post that will end any uhh top/bottom debates...

Trigger warning for somewhat graphic mentions of sex and unfortunately CSA...

So last chance to leave this post.

Still here?

Ok.

So lets break this down.

Mike = the key.

The straw = the key = Mike.

Mike is penetrating a hole...

But the location of where the uhh penetration happens matters just as much.

Russia = El...

Hawkins = Will... the implication of CSA here are just... so sad. Argh. I hate it.

Basically... "Hawkins" is the right "location" for "The Key", but "Hawkins" is still healing from that previous "penetration".

(this is literally the reaction shot and was mine too)

Now. If "The Key" successfully "penetrates" "Hawkins" it'll create...

Likely one we haven't seen before. More on that later...

[stboybutts]

will byers definitely, given we’ve seen the cake he has on him in s4. (mike was looking 👀)

[megamhafan]

theory: the music for the byler kiss will be called

the final i love you

[spicetownsstuff]

No, you're the one checking the name of armour pieces for a smutty fic...

[castlebyersafterdark]

i want to love byler barn sex but all i can envision is the scratch of straw against ballsack and also the fact that there are no secluded rooms? just hay bales? and possibly cows? bro

maybe a charged moment or fondle, but actual sex? need the safety of lovers lake please

Hahahaha I know, right??

I was trying to write my own barn sex fic and I abandoned that wip (sorry folks!! One off the list though!) because I like the idea of something like this, but I also couldn't help but visualize like the heat of the moment and Will's moans are competing with the mooing of the cows, and then the cows get confused and start really making noises and Will's like, ok I feel like they're making fun of how I sound here??? And Mike's like, no, it's ok, you moo so pretty and... I just couldn't fucking write it!!

🤣🤣🤣

And now yall are gonna be like NO, WRITE IT, THAT'S HYSTERICAL, but I can't, I can't!!!

I think I'm thinking of the ambiance of lantern light, a loft above the rest of the barn. Sure there's hay around but there's some cots up there. Maybe they're hiding there and it's a heated make out and some fooling around, but they don't get down and dirty until Lover's Lake or something. Yes, I'm greedy and want multiple moments of Byler passion!!!

Also - what's a little straw on the ballsack, come on - ARE YOU MEN OR WHAT? GIDDY UP, COWBOYS!!

jk that sounds veryyyyy unpleasant hahahaha

[torntrianglesleeves]

you guys got any naughty kinky pearl clutching fics to rec?

[femboybyers]

would talking about any of your fic wips help?

Ooooooooh 👀👀👀 I absolutely can do that. My life's pretty hectic at the moment so it might be a while before I can post anything, so this can tide y'all over:

Primary wip is a byler CHEATING fic 😮 the idea came to me a lil while ago, it's gonna be angsty and kinda erotic, but I've never really written shut before and it's the hardest part for me, so I'm trying go light on the smutty parts to make it as easy for myself as I can.

Wip that is the most done is one I don't think I've posted about yet? And I'm actually gonna keep the premise as a surprise, but it'll be a multi chapter modern au where Mike and Will meet under different circumstances. It's very influenced by my personal experience, so I get kinda embarrassed writing it. But I showed my partner and she said it was great! Also, idk how long it's gonna be.

Other than that, I have one that I've just been calling "the rimming fic" in my head. I think this one is self-explanatory 😂 I've been working on this one the longest and it's like over 50% done, but again I'm struggling with the actual smut part, so who knows how long it'll be until it's finished.

These are the 3 active ones, I would also love to do something with knight!Mike/prince!Will but my ideas are all over the place and I want to finish the others before I make a start on this one. Also something A/b/o but again I have no ideas

[pluralbyler]

the light is harsh, cutting over them, ragged breaths cutting through the air just to be broken by a weak "fuck-" as will scrambles to hold onto the sink, his red-rimmed eyes darting behind him, mike's face in the mirror, sweat-soaked hair— long fingers tighten on his chin.

they're alone, at least as alone as they can be in a locker room, half undressed with will bent over the sink and forced to stare at himself in the mirror. "ah-" he chokes down a more embarrassing noise, mike's angle almost tearing it out of his throat. "sh-shouldn't we wait- u-until we get back t- fuck-!"

will squeezes his eyes shut, mike's hand clamped over his mouth. he'd known the... joke probably would've cost him, teasing mike with the garment he's still wearing; "do you think i'd look good in this?"

still.

mike huffs, slowing his thrusts. "you really w-want that?" he asks, breathless just as much as will is, fighting the urge to just let everything out. truly.

will shudders, fabric tight around him, mike's hand dropping to grope him making his eyes roll, sensitive and on-edge as mike keeps it controlled.

"you'd really rather wait?"

will pushes back, a needy whine slipping without permission, will glancing up just in time to see mike's stupid, self-satisfied smirk.

"thought so."

[willbyershandmoles]

happy will day, folks! shamelessly plugging in here the will birthday sex fic i made last year :D

[stboybutts]

the many moons of will byers

[spicetownsstuff]

The fun police are out again. Boring bastards.