( it's easy to hold wilhelm — in fact, simon isn't sure he's ever known someone more holdable in his life, if only because of how effortless he makes it. constantly nodding into the affection, greedily reaching for more and more of it, like touching his skin and kissing his face is any real hardship on simon's behalf. it isn't. maybe he could do a better job of convincing wilhelm of that much, with words as reassurances, but for now it seems more poignant to let his body do the talking for him. to slide his fingers through wilhelm's soft, blond hair and let himself tilt his head back and moan, letting himself feel good. wille's in his bed. it's kind of — a revelation, that keeps getting rediscovered, every time he looks down.
he's really, really here. no sneaking around bodyguards or avoiding august. here where the only threat is his mother coming in without knocking, or sara pushing her ear against the door. not all the high stakes involved with politics and popularity — just simon and wilhelm. the way it should be.
unconsciously his hips circle around and back on wille's lap, grinding against his cock with inexperienced, unplanned movements. his breath comes out faster and faster, until — he takes a louder gasp, pressing his hands on wille's shoulders to push him back, a little. not meanly — a smile turns up the corners of his mouth quickly, an embarrassed laugh falling out as he moves to push their noses together, affectionately nuzzling him. )
Stop, stop, or I'm going to come in my underwear. Shut up, don't laugh! ( simon is already laughing at his own expense though, boyishly kissing him between amused breaths. it flips like a switch, though — playfulness into seduction, simon laughing before tilting his chin up, hands sliding down wilhelm's chest to pull at the elastic band to his boxers. ) If it feels good like that, won't it be better when there's nothing between us? Hm? ( teasingly, his fingers dip in, tucking wille's velvet cock up into his waistband, swirling gentle fingers around the wet tip. ) With all that missing me, I bet you have some ideas.
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he's really, really here. no sneaking around bodyguards or avoiding august. here where the only threat is his mother coming in without knocking, or sara pushing her ear against the door. not all the high stakes involved with politics and popularity — just simon and wilhelm. the way it should be.
unconsciously his hips circle around and back on wille's lap, grinding against his cock with inexperienced, unplanned movements. his breath comes out faster and faster, until — he takes a louder gasp, pressing his hands on wille's shoulders to push him back, a little. not meanly — a smile turns up the corners of his mouth quickly, an embarrassed laugh falling out as he moves to push their noses together, affectionately nuzzling him. )
Stop, stop, or I'm going to come in my underwear. Shut up, don't laugh! ( simon is already laughing at his own expense though, boyishly kissing him between amused breaths. it flips like a switch, though — playfulness into seduction, simon laughing before tilting his chin up, hands sliding down wilhelm's chest to pull at the elastic band to his boxers. ) If it feels good like that, won't it be better when there's nothing between us? Hm? ( teasingly, his fingers dip in, tucking wille's velvet cock up into his waistband, swirling gentle fingers around the wet tip. ) With all that missing me, I bet you have some ideas.