haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds?

[ordinar]

wilmon cum sock

CW: dumb underage kids fucking

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deleted scene from episode 5

[ordinar]

[Does that turn you on? he had teased when Simon pulled away from their kiss to switch on some gaming livestream — for the sake of masking whatever ungainly noises might slip out while they crash their bodies together mouths-first. Or...other things first. Eventually. But the thing is, after about ten seconds the cacophony of explosions and lasers fades from Wilhelm's notice. It gets drowned out by the soft spiking of Simon's breath, the wordless conversation of their lips moving together, the hum curling up in his throat like a pleased cat. The tattoo of his heart pounding through his whole body, every nerve electrifyingly alert.

For another thing, that's all it takes for his dick to go rigid in his jeans: Simon's lips spreading open beneath his, and his musician's fingers stroking his hair, and his trim chest, all golden brown skin and delicate muscle, arching into his embrace. Seeking him. Wanting him. All of it making Wilhelm wonder how the hell he ever managed to sit next to him without touching him all over.

He breaks the kiss — panting as if it's not air he needs, but Simon's lips — only to yank his own shirt off. He discards it with the carelessness of someone who has no concept of fifteen minutes from now but thrives only in the present flash of time. Next, his jeans. His lips return to Simon's as he pries open the button, tugs down the zipper, and shimmies out.]

Here. Come on.

[Grabbing him by those slender wrists, he pulls him toward the bed, which he invites himself to sit down on. Grinning up at him, he works open Simon's pants. Cock tenting his boxers, laughter warming his lips and lighting his eyes, he's bold and shy all at once.]

😇

[poverty]

( it feels like he goes from the old news of a leaked sex tape, to the public boyfriend of prince wilhelm in a second. there's the distinct moment before wille says anything that simon is — resigned, and not unpleasantly, to the future laid out before him. two years of a secret, a lifetime of wilhelm. it's a shockingly easy choice after he's made it, somehow amazed that he didn't just try it on for size to begin with, but then — maybe he needed the time apart to recognize how badly he really does love wille. time needed to realize that actually, absolutely anything is worth it if he gets to have him. anyway — wille makes a different choice. in the lustrous high of his confessional aftermath, simon feels like he's floating. grinning, ear to ear, listening to the sounds of camera shutters and knowing, unspeakably, that he and wille are in it together.

the high is still going even as the fact of the matter settles in. suddenly simon is someone. suddenly people, sweden at large and the international news, want to know about him. the prince's paramour. it feels like by the time he and wille are ushered into a fancy car back to the palace, there are already magazines out — news articles, trending topics on twitter, a resurgence of the video, wille's speech and the smile he saves for simon alone being retweeted, reblogged, saved, liked, commented on. eventually simon plucks wille's phone out of his grip, and replaces it with his hand. they can freak out together, giddily, panicked, elated and unsure. well — about what all this means, at least. not about each other.

inside the palace, wille is drawn away to converse with some teams of some people that simon really couldn't even guess at their jobs — pr, maybe? — while he's left alone to wander the few rooms available to him. namely, wille's bedroom, which is not as grand as he expected, even if it's cleaned up spotless, the bed made pristine. he's not sure how long it takes before wille comes to find him — time is a confusing, strange thing, when all simon can do is replay wille, again and again and again, choosing him. not hiding him. deciding not to keep them a secret. the doors to his wardrobe are left lazily open and simon, inexplicably, is donning one of wille's sweaters, pressing the long sleeves to his nose and breathing deep.

eventually he notices wille and drops his hands, slightly embarrassed. he clears his throat. )

So, this is your room. ( he gives a small gesture around. and, eventually — out with it. ) Hey, so, are we boyfriends? I know it ... I know that's what everyone's saying online. But we didn't really talk about it first, so ... I mean, that's what I want. Definitely. If you want that.