( it's weird to think of someone even tangentially related to royalty as being in his tiny, messy room, let alone the crown prince, but it's even weirder to think of that person as wille. it's different when they're at school, and there are defined me and them lines drawn in the sand, with wille landing nowhere else but in the palm of his hand. outside of school everyone else is unimportant, people simon will never have to see again. but wilhelm? he's the prince. and for the next little while, he's all simon's.
more than a little intoxicated by wilhelm's presence in his room, he follows after him, slotting skinny legs between wille's spread knees, letting loose a warm breath as his fingers dance along the front of his jeans. something like a nervous chuckle falls out of his mouth, both hands quirking up either side of wilhelm's cheeks before his fingers glide through his hair, tilting his head up and towards him. )
You must be in a rush. ( well — they are in a rush, naturally, but simon isn't think about that. he bends, pressing their mouths together in something lingering and slow, or as slow as his mouth will let him be as he steps out of his pants, taking a seat instead on wille's lap. their erections brush together, cotton to cotton, and simon shudders with the feeling, purposely rocking them together again. ) Did Wille miss me?
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more than a little intoxicated by wilhelm's presence in his room, he follows after him, slotting skinny legs between wille's spread knees, letting loose a warm breath as his fingers dance along the front of his jeans. something like a nervous chuckle falls out of his mouth, both hands quirking up either side of wilhelm's cheeks before his fingers glide through his hair, tilting his head up and towards him. )
You must be in a rush. ( well — they are in a rush, naturally, but simon isn't think about that. he bends, pressing their mouths together in something lingering and slow, or as slow as his mouth will let him be as he steps out of his pants, taking a seat instead on wille's lap. their erections brush together, cotton to cotton, and simon shudders with the feeling, purposely rocking them together again. ) Did Wille miss me?