( nearing something sheepish while aiming for something coy, simon gives a shrug of one shoulder. )
Maybe a little. ( well — wille managed to be honest, so simon can figure his way there, too. halving down over him, he presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, his amused smile turning into something just a little bit more shy. ) Okay, a lot.
( his stomach bunches and gives little jumps to wille's every motion, keening into his touch with little thought. a hot breath pumps out of his mouth at the slightest twitch of a downward angle, the anticipation of touch plenty to make him want to writhe around in wille's lap to orgasm. but. he's plenty capable of being patient (ish) too, sliding his hand from wilhelm's cock with a rub against the head in finality, smearing pre all over his knuckles before he rolls off him, flopping onto his back on the bed beside him.
there's a moment that he steals away, just looking at the prince's profile. backdropped by video game posters and cluttered knick knacks that line simon's walls, he doesn't look like a sore thumb at all — blending in with all the things that simon considers his. eventually, he bends to press a kiss against wilhelm's bony shoulder, bringing his knees up just to it's easier to shove his underwear down his hips and off his legs with a few short motions. naked now, he stays flat on his back, watching wille watch him. )
You know, I have ideas, too. ( he grins. ) I think about you, too.
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Maybe a little. ( well — wille managed to be honest, so simon can figure his way there, too. halving down over him, he presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, his amused smile turning into something just a little bit more shy. ) Okay, a lot.
( his stomach bunches and gives little jumps to wille's every motion, keening into his touch with little thought. a hot breath pumps out of his mouth at the slightest twitch of a downward angle, the anticipation of touch plenty to make him want to writhe around in wille's lap to orgasm. but. he's plenty capable of being patient (ish) too, sliding his hand from wilhelm's cock with a rub against the head in finality, smearing pre all over his knuckles before he rolls off him, flopping onto his back on the bed beside him.
there's a moment that he steals away, just looking at the prince's profile. backdropped by video game posters and cluttered knick knacks that line simon's walls, he doesn't look like a sore thumb at all — blending in with all the things that simon considers his. eventually, he bends to press a kiss against wilhelm's bony shoulder, bringing his knees up just to it's easier to shove his underwear down his hips and off his legs with a few short motions. naked now, he stays flat on his back, watching wille watch him. )
You know, I have ideas, too. ( he grins. ) I think about you, too.