[It's the strangest thing. Though he'd never set foot in this room until today, something about it feels like home. Maybe it's because Simon's presence imbues the space with warmth, every kiss and touch ensuring him that he's right where he's supposed to be. Or maybe it's because the palace he's lived in all his life feels gutted now that Erik is dead, familiar rooms made strange and somber by the absence of his brother, all those lofty ceilings haunted with his mother's towering expectations.
With naked hunger he watches Simon stretch himself along the length of the bed. Before Wilhelm can even take in the full the view — eyes roaming the ridges of his hipbones, the dark curls leading to his cock, which is so heavy with anticipation that it reclines against the lower curve of his stomach — impatience has him crawling on top of him. His boxers get shucked, dick bobbing free, as he crushes Simon's gorgeously drawn cupid's-bow lips with his own.
But there's more to explore, so soon Wilhelm is spilling kisses down his golden throat and over his chest. Fingers fluttering over his ribs, curtains of hair tickling his skin, cross necklace swaying with his every effort.]
Yeah? [He sucks a kiss to his belly, just above the navel.] Like what?
[It may become difficult for Simon to answer, though, as Wilhelm brushes his lips across the flushed head of his cock. Curious, he cradles his balls in his palm, gives a little squeeze. The look he aims up at Simon is entirely too innocent to be trusted.]
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With naked hunger he watches Simon stretch himself along the length of the bed. Before Wilhelm can even take in the full the view — eyes roaming the ridges of his hipbones, the dark curls leading to his cock, which is so heavy with anticipation that it reclines against the lower curve of his stomach — impatience has him crawling on top of him. His boxers get shucked, dick bobbing free, as he crushes Simon's gorgeously drawn cupid's-bow lips with his own.
But there's more to explore, so soon Wilhelm is spilling kisses down his golden throat and over his chest. Fingers fluttering over his ribs, curtains of hair tickling his skin, cross necklace swaying with his every effort.]
Yeah? [He sucks a kiss to his belly, just above the navel.] Like what?
[It may become difficult for Simon to answer, though, as Wilhelm brushes his lips across the flushed head of his cock. Curious, he cradles his balls in his palm, gives a little squeeze. The look he aims up at Simon is entirely too innocent to be trusted.]