[The thirty seconds that Linda stands on the other side of the door stretch and screech into an eternity in which everything stands still, except for his heart battering the inside of his ribcage. Later, it might strike him as suspiciously generous that she gave them a whole ten minute warning. He might wonder if she guesses that they're not playing games at all, that it's not a save point they're so frantic to reach.
But right now, all he can think of is Simon, and how his whole body feels wrong with Simon's warmth peeled away from it, and how his dick has never been harder in his life. When Simon's hands come back to him, stroking his shaft as his teeth scrape his pulse, Wilhelm melts down the wall. By the time Simon's lips consecrate the divot of his hip, his back is pressed flat to the mattress and his fingers are tangled in those gorgeous curls. And when that mouth, angelic and devious at once, claims his cock — all of him trembles around a moan. At Simon's throaty command, Wilhelm almost does come.
But— Petting Simon's hair, pulling at his shoulders, he coaxes him to join him. To align their bodies like planets, like the moon and sun in eclipse. Something rare.]
Come on, come on— I want to...mm...come with you, Simon.
[Wilhelm loops an arm around his waist, crashing their hips and grinding their cocks together. As desperate as he is for release, he wants to hold onto this moment for as long as he can. His lips hanging from Simon's, soft curls wound around his fingers, warm skin under his wandering palm. Squeezing Simon's hip, thigh, ass. Friction holding them together like gravity and pulling them apart. Simon's name panting out on every breath, until—
Toes curling, back arching, all of him pulled taut one second and released the next, he comes hard. Pearly spurts of cum spatter his stomach and Simon's sheets. As it tears out of him, his hips keep pushing, his hands keep caressing, and his lips keep babbling kisses in every nook and cranny of Simon's face.]
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But right now, all he can think of is Simon, and how his whole body feels wrong with Simon's warmth peeled away from it, and how his dick has never been harder in his life. When Simon's hands come back to him, stroking his shaft as his teeth scrape his pulse, Wilhelm melts down the wall. By the time Simon's lips consecrate the divot of his hip, his back is pressed flat to the mattress and his fingers are tangled in those gorgeous curls. And when that mouth, angelic and devious at once, claims his cock — all of him trembles around a moan. At Simon's throaty command, Wilhelm almost does come.
But— Petting Simon's hair, pulling at his shoulders, he coaxes him to join him. To align their bodies like planets, like the moon and sun in eclipse. Something rare.]
Come on, come on— I want to...mm...come with you, Simon.
[Wilhelm loops an arm around his waist, crashing their hips and grinding their cocks together. As desperate as he is for release, he wants to hold onto this moment for as long as he can. His lips hanging from Simon's, soft curls wound around his fingers, warm skin under his wandering palm. Squeezing Simon's hip, thigh, ass. Friction holding them together like gravity and pulling them apart. Simon's name panting out on every breath, until—
Toes curling, back arching, all of him pulled taut one second and released the next, he comes hard. Pearly spurts of cum spatter his stomach and Simon's sheets. As it tears out of him, his hips keep pushing, his hands keep caressing, and his lips keep babbling kisses in every nook and cranny of Simon's face.]