[Does that turn you on? he had teased when Simon pulled away from their kiss to switch on some gaming livestream — for the sake of masking whatever ungainly noises might slip out while they crash their bodies together mouths-first. Or...other things first. Eventually. But the thing is, after about ten seconds the cacophony of explosions and lasers fades from Wilhelm's notice. It gets drowned out by the soft spiking of Simon's breath, the wordless conversation of their lips moving together, the hum curling up in his throat like a pleased cat. The tattoo of his heart pounding through his whole body, every nerve electrifyingly alert.
For another thing, that's all it takes for his dick to go rigid in his jeans: Simon's lips spreading open beneath his, and his musician's fingers stroking his hair, and his trim chest, all golden brown skin and delicate muscle, arching into his embrace. Seeking him. Wanting him. All of it making Wilhelm wonder how the hell he ever managed to sit next to him without touching him all over.
He breaks the kiss — panting as if it's not air he needs, but Simon's lips — only to yank his own shirt off. He discards it with the carelessness of someone who has no concept of fifteen minutes from now but thrives only in the present flash of time. Next, his jeans. His lips return to Simon's as he pries open the button, tugs down the zipper, and shimmies out.]
Here. Come on.
[Grabbing him by those slender wrists, he pulls him toward the bed, which he invites himself to sit down on. Grinning up at him, he works open Simon's pants. Cock tenting his boxers, laughter warming his lips and lighting his eyes, he's bold and shy all at once.]
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For another thing, that's all it takes for his dick to go rigid in his jeans: Simon's lips spreading open beneath his, and his musician's fingers stroking his hair, and his trim chest, all golden brown skin and delicate muscle, arching into his embrace. Seeking him. Wanting him. All of it making Wilhelm wonder how the hell he ever managed to sit next to him without touching him all over.
He breaks the kiss — panting as if it's not air he needs, but Simon's lips — only to yank his own shirt off. He discards it with the carelessness of someone who has no concept of fifteen minutes from now but thrives only in the present flash of time. Next, his jeans. His lips return to Simon's as he pries open the button, tugs down the zipper, and shimmies out.]
Here. Come on.
[Grabbing him by those slender wrists, he pulls him toward the bed, which he invites himself to sit down on. Grinning up at him, he works open Simon's pants. Cock tenting his boxers, laughter warming his lips and lighting his eyes, he's bold and shy all at once.]