[In the dizzy, breathless moment that his arms cinch around Simon, he's thinking a lot of things. Quick sparks of realization like oh my god, I'm on Simon's bed and oh my god, he's in my lap. Muffled, suffocated concerns about the thinness of the walls. But it all folds into one rushing, overwhelming awareness of Simon, whose warm weight presses a soft groan from Wilhelm's chest, whose brilliance makes his eyelids flutter shut.
When they open again, he finds himself staring at Simon's eyes like they're the moon. Not the sun — it hurts to look directly at the sun. But the moon you can gaze at all you want.]
All the time.
[He might be more embarrassed by such a naked declaration, except he's distracted by the friction of Simon's dick bumping against his and wobbling his breath.
This isn't some empty, ephemeral flirtation that will wither as soon as this is done. Wilhelm misses Simon every time they're not together. Alone in his room at Forest Ridge House, he hangs onto every text, silly, sweet, or serious. During the day his eyes are always scouring campus for that bright spot of familiarity. And even when they're together at school, it isn't quite the same. The inches between them feel like miles when he's not allowed to grab his hand or wrap his arms around him or kiss him. They're not allowed to be themselves fully until they retreat to their world of two.
In a fit of unfounded confidence, he grabs Simon's ass and encourages him to grind down as he shoves his hips forward to meet him. His lips slide from Simon's to press kisses into the curve of his neck. Velvety little puppy moans tickle hot against his skin.
They are always in a rush as a matter of course, but it's a delicate balance to strike. Needing to rush but not wanting to come too fast. His body is helpless to Simon's pull, a meteor burning up in his atmosphere, because what else can it do?]
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When they open again, he finds himself staring at Simon's eyes like they're the moon. Not the sun — it hurts to look directly at the sun. But the moon you can gaze at all you want.]
All the time.
[He might be more embarrassed by such a naked declaration, except he's distracted by the friction of Simon's dick bumping against his and wobbling his breath.
This isn't some empty, ephemeral flirtation that will wither as soon as this is done. Wilhelm misses Simon every time they're not together. Alone in his room at Forest Ridge House, he hangs onto every text, silly, sweet, or serious. During the day his eyes are always scouring campus for that bright spot of familiarity. And even when they're together at school, it isn't quite the same. The inches between them feel like miles when he's not allowed to grab his hand or wrap his arms around him or kiss him. They're not allowed to be themselves fully until they retreat to their world of two.
In a fit of unfounded confidence, he grabs Simon's ass and encourages him to grind down as he shoves his hips forward to meet him. His lips slide from Simon's to press kisses into the curve of his neck. Velvety little puppy moans tickle hot against his skin.
They are always in a rush as a matter of course, but it's a delicate balance to strike. Needing to rush but not wanting to come too fast. His body is helpless to Simon's pull, a meteor burning up in his atmosphere, because what else can it do?]