( his back bows in response to the smack, a soft gasp lost somewhere in the crinkle of his sheets. simon means to be annoyed by it, affronted by it, but is instead — a little excited by it. the second spank deftly solidifies his opinions on it, a roaring too thumbs up which are only evident by the louder groan he lets out, muffled but not completely covered by the bedding in his mouth. his hips wiggle, swaying under the attention, like he might just ask for another smack to see how else his body will respond.
not that he has the chance. he can feel his cheeks his hot under wille's attention, rolling his eyes as a means to conceal his own self consciousness. )
Fuck off. ( he lets out a laugh, hoarse, shaking his head. ) You're cute. Like a puppy.
( but — with the velvet heat of wille's cock rutting against him, simon forgets to be anything but enamored, whimpering a little as he props his hips up, hungry for more of the heat. turning his head over his shoulder, simon bites his lip before lifting himself up enough to not disturb wille's position, but to spit hotly into the palm of his hand. reaching behind him, he catches wille's cock, jerking him off slowly, making sure to wet the entirety of his length and make rubbing against his ass easier. the thought of it — what they're doing, what they're going to do, makes simon blush, makes him laugh softly, letting wille's wet dick rest against his ass once he reassumes the position. )
Mhm. ( it's more of a nod than actual words, simon squirming underneath him to get him back in motion. one hand moves, resting on top of wille's, pinned to the bed. simon sweetly interlaces their pinkies, keeping his affection quiet. well, kind of. ) Kiss me?
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not that he has the chance. he can feel his cheeks his hot under wille's attention, rolling his eyes as a means to conceal his own self consciousness. )
Fuck off. ( he lets out a laugh, hoarse, shaking his head. ) You're cute. Like a puppy.
( but — with the velvet heat of wille's cock rutting against him, simon forgets to be anything but enamored, whimpering a little as he props his hips up, hungry for more of the heat. turning his head over his shoulder, simon bites his lip before lifting himself up enough to not disturb wille's position, but to spit hotly into the palm of his hand. reaching behind him, he catches wille's cock, jerking him off slowly, making sure to wet the entirety of his length and make rubbing against his ass easier. the thought of it — what they're doing, what they're going to do, makes simon blush, makes him laugh softly, letting wille's wet dick rest against his ass once he reassumes the position. )
Mhm. ( it's more of a nod than actual words, simon squirming underneath him to get him back in motion. one hand moves, resting on top of wille's, pinned to the bed. simon sweetly interlaces their pinkies, keeping his affection quiet. well, kind of. ) Kiss me?