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Crown Prince Wilhelm ♛ ([personal profile] ordinar) wrote2022-07-17 10:59 pm

haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds?


wilmon cum sock

CW: dumb underage kids fucking
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[personal profile] poverty 2022-09-12 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
( his back bows in response to the smack, a soft gasp lost somewhere in the crinkle of his sheets. simon means to be annoyed by it, affronted by it, but is instead — a little excited by it. the second spank deftly solidifies his opinions on it, a roaring too thumbs up which are only evident by the louder groan he lets out, muffled but not completely covered by the bedding in his mouth. his hips wiggle, swaying under the attention, like he might just ask for another smack to see how else his body will respond.

not that he has the chance. he can feel his cheeks his hot under wille's attention, rolling his eyes as a means to conceal his own self consciousness.
)

Fuck off. ( he lets out a laugh, hoarse, shaking his head. ) You're cute. Like a puppy.

( but — with the velvet heat of wille's cock rutting against him, simon forgets to be anything but enamored, whimpering a little as he props his hips up, hungry for more of the heat. turning his head over his shoulder, simon bites his lip before lifting himself up enough to not disturb wille's position, but to spit hotly into the palm of his hand. reaching behind him, he catches wille's cock, jerking him off slowly, making sure to wet the entirety of his length and make rubbing against his ass easier. the thought of it — what they're doing, what they're going to do, makes simon blush, makes him laugh softly, letting wille's wet dick rest against his ass once he reassumes the position. )

Mhm. ( it's more of a nod than actual words, simon squirming underneath him to get him back in motion. one hand moves, resting on top of wille's, pinned to the bed. simon sweetly interlaces their pinkies, keeping his affection quiet. well, kind of. ) Kiss me?
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[personal profile] poverty 2022-10-02 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
( he means to be affronted, except wilhem's tongue is only a revelation, only silly enough to bring a smile to his face for a moment before his expression twists in the confines of pleasure, gasping outright at the feeling of wille's weight between his legs. maybe a second ago, he could've told wille to be careful, to be quiet, to tease him about the size and volume of his wanting — but it's all few and far away now, a thought that someone else had. because simon feels different. he feels the weight of a hundred other responsibilities soundly move to the back burner while he throws himself into this moment, kissing wille, pulling back to gasp and press his nose into his cheek. puppy dog nuzzles. it's on theme.

he's sure in his life he's going to have countless erections, and probably a lot of them will be because of wille, but this feels like the hardest he's ever been, pressed up flush to his bedspread, wille's heat laying all over him like a blanket. he heaves himself up, not enough to push wille away, but enough to flatten one hand on the bed, supporting himself, while the other snakes low to cup his weeping cock, stroking inelegantly. he doesn't have another hand available to pull wilhem's mouth to his, but he makes a pleading sound anyway, head turned over his shoulder to catch him.
)

Wille. ( there's something deeply embarrassing about his voice now — rasped and honey warm. he shudders, affected, trying to nuzzle against wille's cheek enough that he finds some place to hide away in. moaning, he grips himself harder, not having the wherewithal to stop from leaking on his sheets, smudges of cum that will probably stain. he shimmies against him, rocking his hips back to grind — it really is a little like dancing, which simon has always been good at. ) God — don't stop. Whatever you do.
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[personal profile] poverty 2022-10-31 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
( he feels it peaking at the same time — his body rocking with wille's, covered by him, nestled like something precious under his weight. it could be the sensation as much as the feeling it stirs, being in a moment with wille, promises staining the air with something sweet and almost tangible, that feels like forever in a foolhardy, lovesick way. he's not thinking about the complications of them being together — he's not really thinking about anything, except wille's hot breath and beautiful body, and how badly he wants everyday to be exactly like this. he misses it, and it's not even gone, yet.

until it is. simon responds as viscerally as wilhelm, startling up and pressing his scattered blanket to his dick, perking up like a meerkat at his mother's voice. he's two steps away from running across the room and clamping his hand down on the knob to stop her entry — but instead just manages to say,
) Ye — yeah! Yes. We'll be out when we find a, um. A save point. Mom.

( he doesn't breathe until his mother's footsteps disappear further into the house, and then he lets out all the breath he'd been storing up inside himself when wille was on him. turning to look at him, simon settles back onto his feet, naked and hard, weighing his options. on the one hand — they clean up, probably go sit in a room with his mother and sister and wille's bodyguards and eat dinner while stiff in their pants, suffering. on the other, he rushes through getting off with wille, having less time to look presentable, but —

lets not even pretend it's a choice, really. simon already knows.
)

You better not laugh, Wille. ( he moves over to where wille was spooked against the wall, coming up to him, batting his hands away from himself. simon spreads his palms on wille's smooth, lean waist, maneuvering from hips to cock breezily. he hums in his ear. ) I know where you sleep at night. I know how easy it is to sneak in, when your door's left unlocked.

( really just rambling, in an effort to get his mind out of panic mode and more in fuck me now, simon mode. he strokes his cock, up and down, letting his mouth find the thrumming beat of wille's pulse in his neck, dragging his teeth against the sensitive parts and only just remembering not to leave a mark. with ease, he sinks down onto his knees, pressing his lips to the pocket of wille's hips. )

I'll torture you, just like this. ( lips on the root of his cock, featherlight, teasing. leaning barely back, simon's tongue laps at the wet tip with a curious lick, lifting his eyes up to bat heavy eyelashes at him. ) Just shut up and cum, baby.
Edited 2022-10-31 03:30 (UTC)