[It's as if he's unraveling, and the more threads pull loose, the more easily he snags on every little detail. Simon clutching at his sheets, mouth clamped down, cute in his stubborn shyness. His laugh, hoarse and airless, shuddering from his throat. His whimpering and wriggling in answer to the press of Wilhelm's cock, matching his hunger. A thousand little things to love about Simon.
(Love? He doesn't quite think the word, but mainly because his mind is all an inchoate swirl, too fluid to hold any particular shape. It's less the word and more the thing itself that thrums through him unnamed.)
And the more Wilhelm gets snagged, the further he unravels. The hot slick of Simon's palm squeezing his shaft wrings from him a groan loud enough to contend with the clamor coming from the TV. Teeth digging into his lower lip, breath sagging heavier, he fucks into Simon's hand, until — another twist, and his dick is pushing against his ass again. With each thrust, the spit slicking him smears along the channel his cock follows between those two firm cheeks. The friction softens without releasing them from its grip.
Stitching him together is Simon's pinky intertwining with his. Grinning deliriously, he leans in — not to answer Simon's request, but to lick his cheek, wet and sloppy and noisy. That's for comparing him to a puppy. Wilhelm laughs in his ear, a low, honeyed sound. Just as fast, he makes amends by claiming his lips in a slow, sweet kiss.]
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(Love? He doesn't quite think the word, but mainly because his mind is all an inchoate swirl, too fluid to hold any particular shape. It's less the word and more the thing itself that thrums through him unnamed.)
And the more Wilhelm gets snagged, the further he unravels. The hot slick of Simon's palm squeezing his shaft wrings from him a groan loud enough to contend with the clamor coming from the TV. Teeth digging into his lower lip, breath sagging heavier, he fucks into Simon's hand, until — another twist, and his dick is pushing against his ass again. With each thrust, the spit slicking him smears along the channel his cock follows between those two firm cheeks. The friction softens without releasing them from its grip.
Stitching him together is Simon's pinky intertwining with his. Grinning deliriously, he leans in — not to answer Simon's request, but to lick his cheek, wet and sloppy and noisy. That's for comparing him to a puppy. Wilhelm laughs in his ear, a low, honeyed sound. Just as fast, he makes amends by claiming his lips in a slow, sweet kiss.]