( he'd like that. it feels like a weird weight off his chest, even if wille's agreement is likely the most obvious thing on the planet to anyone else. to simon too, who's looking down at the crowned prince sucking his dick, who hasn't ever really doubted their connection, but finds himself soothed by the words spoken aloud anyway — something like i want you and yes, me too. not today, and probably not tomorrow, but one day. that's how serious he feels about him.
simon has a hand brushing through wille's hair before he gives himself the signal to move, and it's — intimate, and it feels a little bold, but it's also. nice. wille's has soft, silky hair, and when he sucks simon can drop his thumb to the hollow of his cheek, feel his cock inside of him leaving little smudges all along his tongue. he can't help but think that wille is weirdly pretty, like this — not with a dick in his mouth, but just. being himself. shining like a north star. not letting the monarchy dictate his choices, and letting his heart bleed every shade of vibrant red.
he rolls at wille's suggestion, ass propped up in the air. he turns to look over his shoulder, and then quickly flushes and looks away, pressing his face down into his stupid sheets that have experienced just a few wille fantasies by way of his right hand. he thinks his room is always going to look plain now, without wille there to fill it up. )
Are you just going to look? You must be shy.
( funny, saying that with his mouth pressed to his mattress, words muffled and low. it's just easier to call wilhelm out on what he's obviously feeling, swaying his hips from side to side. )
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simon has a hand brushing through wille's hair before he gives himself the signal to move, and it's — intimate, and it feels a little bold, but it's also. nice. wille's has soft, silky hair, and when he sucks simon can drop his thumb to the hollow of his cheek, feel his cock inside of him leaving little smudges all along his tongue. he can't help but think that wille is weirdly pretty, like this — not with a dick in his mouth, but just. being himself. shining like a north star. not letting the monarchy dictate his choices, and letting his heart bleed every shade of vibrant red.
he rolls at wille's suggestion, ass propped up in the air. he turns to look over his shoulder, and then quickly flushes and looks away, pressing his face down into his stupid sheets that have experienced just a few wille fantasies by way of his right hand. he thinks his room is always going to look plain now, without wille there to fill it up. )
Are you just going to look? You must be shy.
( funny, saying that with his mouth pressed to his mattress, words muffled and low. it's just easier to call wilhelm out on what he's obviously feeling, swaying his hips from side to side. )