haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds?

[ordinar]

wilmon cum sock

CW: dumb underage kids fucking

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[ordinar]

[The world shrinks to just Simon. Or rather, Simon's presence swells to become the entirety of the world. His voice, heavy and shuddering like it's trying to hold too much, thrums through Wilhelm. His scent, which he drinks with his nose nuzzled into Simon's curls, becomes a sort of atmosphere surrounding him.

The world is warm and safe and secret. It's all theirs.]

I won't...I won't...

[Feverishly, Wilhelm thrusts against Simon as if hellbent on melding their bodies together. As if they might be clay, malleable enough to form a new shape out of. He kisses him, breathless and messy, burying groans in his shoulder, hair, ear. His lips latch onto the lobe, teeth tugging. Everything is instinct now: all he knows is that he has to have this boy, and as he can't cradle his actual heart in his hands, then he'll just have to wrap himself around every part he can reach.

For a small eternity, there is only this. Friction and sweat and creaky bedsprings. The soft, carnal music of mouths and muffled moans, of balls squishing against buttcheek. At one point, the angle of Simon's shimmying hips invites Wilhelm's cockhead to rub against the tight ring of his hole. On the next pass, it's purposeful. A taste of that nebulous someday.

And then, just as he's sure he's only got seconds left, all of him spinning out and unraveling into cosmic dust from the force of his arousal—

A knock comes at the bedroom door. The reminder that anything else is somehow still happening outside of themselves is disorienting, and it sends Wilhelm springing off of Simon. Elbow banging into the wall, groping for a pillow or something to cover himself up with, he almost misses the message Simon's mom passes along: Ten minutes until dinner's ready, boys.]

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( 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.

[ordinar]

[The thirty seconds that Linda stands on the other side of the door stretch and screech into an eternity in which everything stands still, except for his heart battering the inside of his ribcage. Later, it might strike him as suspiciously generous that she gave them a whole ten minute warning. He might wonder if she guesses that they're not playing games at all, that it's not a save point they're so frantic to reach.

But right now, all he can think of is Simon, and how his whole body feels wrong with Simon's warmth peeled away from it, and how his dick has never been harder in his life. When Simon's hands come back to him, stroking his shaft as his teeth scrape his pulse, Wilhelm melts down the wall. By the time Simon's lips consecrate the divot of his hip, his back is pressed flat to the mattress and his fingers are tangled in those gorgeous curls. And when that mouth, angelic and devious at once, claims his cock — all of him trembles around a moan. At Simon's throaty command, Wilhelm almost does come.

But— Petting Simon's hair, pulling at his shoulders, he coaxes him to join him. To align their bodies like planets, like the moon and sun in eclipse. Something rare.]

Come on, come on— I want to...mm...come with you, Simon.

[Wilhelm loops an arm around his waist, crashing their hips and grinding their cocks together. As desperate as he is for release, he wants to hold onto this moment for as long as he can. His lips hanging from Simon's, soft curls wound around his fingers, warm skin under his wandering palm. Squeezing Simon's hip, thigh, ass. Friction holding them together like gravity and pulling them apart. Simon's name panting out on every breath, until—

Toes curling, back arching, all of him pulled taut one second and released the next, he comes hard. Pearly spurts of cum spatter his stomach and Simon's sheets. As it tears out of him, his hips keep pushing, his hands keep caressing, and his lips keep babbling kisses in every nook and cranny of Simon's face.]