[It's a little frightening, wanting something so much. Needing someone so much. When he's with Simon, he always feels like he's on some precipice, ready to tilt right over the edge. But it's a good kind of falling, he thinks, the breathless rush-y kind — and he feels it now when Simon says go all the way, holding his smile tight and trembling. Wilhelm grins up at him, cracking the seal of his lips over Simon's cockhead.]
I'd like that, Simon.
[Someday when they feel ready. When it isn't so intimidating. Until then, there are so many other ways to become acquainted with Simon's body and the soul thrumming inside. Really, the trouble is that he has too many ideas. How can he settle on one? He wants to fill his mouth with Simon's cock and suck him dry, which he begins to do now, bowing over him as if in prayer, thumbing the gathering bead of precum like a rosary and smearing it around. His tongue cradles the heavy head, lips closing around it.
But he also wants to slot their hips together and grind Simon into the mattress, grind them into stardust, until their cum pools together on his taut stomach like a new galaxy spattering the dark of space. And he also—
A few bobs up and down, swallowing as much of Simon's cock as he can, suffocating it within the cinch of tongue and cheeks, and then Wilhelm pulls back. He has that dazed and dazzled look he often has with Simon, like he can't believe that he's really there. With as much care as his urgency allows, he grabs him by the hips and prompts him to roll onto his stomach. Now his lips find the small of his back, his hungry hands the curve of his ass, carefully studying its shape. He hums his quiet contentment.]
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I'd like that, Simon.
[Someday when they feel ready. When it isn't so intimidating. Until then, there are so many other ways to become acquainted with Simon's body and the soul thrumming inside. Really, the trouble is that he has too many ideas. How can he settle on one? He wants to fill his mouth with Simon's cock and suck him dry, which he begins to do now, bowing over him as if in prayer, thumbing the gathering bead of precum like a rosary and smearing it around. His tongue cradles the heavy head, lips closing around it.
But he also wants to slot their hips together and grind Simon into the mattress, grind them into stardust, until their cum pools together on his taut stomach like a new galaxy spattering the dark of space. And he also—
A few bobs up and down, swallowing as much of Simon's cock as he can, suffocating it within the cinch of tongue and cheeks, and then Wilhelm pulls back. He has that dazed and dazzled look he often has with Simon, like he can't believe that he's really there. With as much care as his urgency allows, he grabs him by the hips and prompts him to roll onto his stomach. Now his lips find the small of his back, his hungry hands the curve of his ass, carefully studying its shape. He hums his quiet contentment.]