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Wille feels too big for his body and too small for this room.
It’s been there all day, that feeling that he’s itchy beneath his skin, his body too fidgety, his mind going everywhere all at once so that he can barely catch a single thought and hold it for a second. He gets like this every so often, when he starts to feel rundown and burnt out and mentally exhausted. Therapy has helped, and understanding himself better has too, as well as support from Simon and his friends. But there’s still those days.
He sighs and finally closes the tab of the documents he’d been working through all day, things his mamma had sent him and have made his head pound after the first hour. Unfortunately, renouncing the throne did not let him get out of official royal family business. But glancing out the window and seeing that it’s getting dark out, he figures he’s been at it long enough. Wille shuts his laptop with a satisfying thump and rolls his shoulders back, his whole body aching. He gets up to stretch properly, with that feeling of unease still lingering. But a soft ding suddenly comes from his phone on the desk, the screen lighting up to reveal a text from Simon, and Wille can’t help but smile a bit.
Simon 💜
i’m leaving now and will pick up dinner on my way home :) any preferences tonight??
Thinking about Simon puts the idea in his head, the need to let go, fully, and place himself in Simon’s hands. To turn his mind off and just do as Simon says, to settle the burning discomfort underneath his skin. Wille lets out a breath, already feeling slightly more steady on his feet now that he knows what he wants.
Wille
I need you to decide please
Simon’s response is quick.
Simon 💜
you okay, baby?
Wille bites his lip.
Wille
Can you take care of me tonight?
He hopes Simon understands what he means, that he’s communicated as clearly as he can in this moment like Simon always asks him to. And he knows if Simon doesn’t want to or can’t take care of him in the way he wants, they’ll just cuddle and watch a favorite movie, and it’ll be fine, he’ll be fine with that. But he still eagerly looks at his screen once Simon has answered him.
Simon 💜
yes i can, honey, whatever you need. how exactly do you want me to treat you?
Wille feels himself blushing and starts pacing the room he uses as an office, embarrassed to spell it out. He ends up taking the easy way.
Wille
Like 🐶 ?
He has to lock his phone after that, feeling too much, but Simon lights up his screen a moment later.
Simon 💜
you want to be my puppy tonight, baby? is that it?
Wille is sure Simon can sense him blushing, and he can hear Simon’s sweetly teasing tone through the screen.
Wille
Yes please
Wille can sense when Simon shifts more into his Dom mode too, and it has his chest fluttering.
Simon 💜
yes please..?
He knows Simon is also using this to check in with what Wille wants to call him tonight, whether to just stay with Simon, or maybe Sir, or . . .
Wille
Yes please Daddy
Wille’s fingers make the words before he can even stop himself, the desire to call Simon that tonight surprising himself. But he supposes it makes sense: it usually sneaks out whenever he’s feeling particularly emotional or soft or cracked open.
Simon doesn’t miss a beat.
Simon 💜
good boy!
Those words alone send a thrill through Wille’s body, while at the same time soothing the jagged edges of his overstimulated senses.
Simon 💜
i want you waiting by the door with your collar ready when i get home in about 30 minutes, okay, honey?
Wille sends him back a flurry of texts, already sinking into his headspace a bit.
Wille
Yes
Wille
Green
Wille
Thank you Daddy
Simon 💜
so eager. that’s my good puppy <3
Wille lets out a rush of air and pushes the hair back from his face, before finally setting his phone down. His head feels clearer than it has all day now that he has a simple task to do, to get ready for Simon and wait for him to come home. He can do that. Walking out the door of his office and shutting it behind him for the day, he pads down the hall to their bedroom. It’s dark in there with the blackout curtains covering the windows, the big bed piled high with all Simon’s blankets, a cozy cocoon that already puts Wille at ease.
First, he takes his clothes off, the button up and jeans he’d put on this morning in the attempt to feel like working. Now he aches to shove them off, and in exchange he pulls on comfy sweatpants with nothing underneath, and digs around in Simon’s side of their dresser for an old shirt of his, soft and with a stretched-out neckline. It settles over his skin, making him feel like Simon’s, even though he always is. But it’s nice to have a physical reminder.
Next, he opens the drawer in their nightstand that holds their toys and lube. Wille grabs a box from the corner and opens it to reveal his collar, made of sleek black pleather with a U-ring, a gift from Simon for their third anniversary. Wille treasures it, wears it often for all the different aspects of their play. He has a few tags to put on the collar depending on his mood and how he wants to be treated, and this time he clips on his name tag, a little shiny heart with Wille engraved onto it that jingles slightly when he moves. Wille sees the matching leash in the drawer and hesitates, uncertain since Simon didn’t mention it, but he decides to set it on the bed just in case.
He holds his collar tightly in his fists and walks out of the bedroom. Simon also didn’t tell him explicitly not to put his collar on without him, but he likes Simon doing it best, likes the ritual of it. He knows he’s far too early, that Simon probably won’t be home probably for another twenty minutes, but Wille can’t help it. He can wait a while. Wille sits down on the floor, leaning against the side of their couch which is just across from the entranceway, watching the door. In this way he feels more like a dog than ever, waiting for his owner to get home, but in this headspace that only brings him great satisfaction.
Wille finds himself dozing a bit, tired from the day, as he runs his fingers over the soft material of his collar in a soothing motion. And so it feels like no time at all before he hears footsteps down the hall and he immediately perks up, shuffling over to the entranceway to kneel in the middle of it, waiting for Simon. He hears Simon unlocking their apartment door, his body buzzing in anticipation, before it’s being opened and Simon steps in.
He looks as beautiful as usual, of course, his newly long curls framing his face and wearing an outfit that probably makes him the best dressed in all his college lectures, with his checkered trousers and the pretty sweater that shows a bit of tummy when he raises his arms. Simon immediately smiles when he sees Wille, his eyes lighting up as he comes through the door carrying a few bags. “Hey, Wille!” Simon greets him, reaching one hand down to pet through his hair. Wille rides up on his legs, pushing into the touch greedily, and Simon laughs. Wille is overexcited, just like the first time this had all had come up when Wille had bounded over to meet Simon at the door and Simon had grinned and said, “You’re just like a puppy.” Wille had immediately gotten flustered, something unlocking within him in that moment, with Simon immediately catching on like he always does.
“How’s my good puppy?” Simon coos now, stroking his hair and down his cheek. That good feeling crashes over Wille again in this moment, that feeling of right and safe and comfy, filling his senses and flooding him with gooey love and need. Then Simon pulls his hand back and Wille whines at the loss. “Let me put my stuff down, and then I’ll pay attention to you again,” Simon tells him with a smile, and then Wille sees what Simon’s carrying besides his backpack. He has a carryout bag from Wille’s favorite restaurant that has his safefood, and Wille finds himself wiggling with excitement, in awe of Simon caring for him so much and knowing him so well.
Simon sees his reaction and only smiles wider. “You hungry, sweetheart?” Wille nods enthusiastically, waiting again as Simon takes his shoes off and sets his backpack on the floor, before walking over to place their food on the table. Then Simon comes back over to him and pets through his hair again, Wille’s eyelids fluttering. “Thank you for being patient, honey,” Simon says softly. “Let me see your collar now.”
Wille holds up his collar and lets Simon take it from him. “Do you want it?” Simon asks, a tease in his voice, and Wille nods frantically, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Darling,” Simon continues, reaching out to cradle Wille’s jaw with one hand, his thumb running tenderly over his skin. “I need you to use your words for me.” Wille swallows thickly, unable to look away from Simon’s gaze pinning him down.
“Yes, I want it, Daddy,” he says softly, the first words he’s spoken since Simon got home. “Green, please.” He can see how Simon’s eyes get darker, more focused, deeper in his own headspace now, and need coils sharp and intense in Wille’s gut.
“And what do your other colors mean?” Simon asks, as he always does.
“Yellow is pause and red is stop,” Wille replies immediately, breathless.
“Good boy,” Simon praises warmly, making Wille preen, the words settling viscerally within him no matter how many times he’s heard them. Simon’s thumb swipes over Wille’s bottom lip, and Wille opens his mouth slightly to try to take it into his mouth, whining a little when Simon pulls his hand back. Simon just looks amused. “Lean your head forward,” he instructs, lifting up Wille’s collar, and Wille immediately does so, all petulance forgotten for the promise of being collared.
He closes his eyes as Simon wraps his collar around his neck, carefully sweeping his hair back from his nape and making sure none gets caught as he buckles it closed. Simon slides two fingers in between the collar and Wille’s skin, making sure it’s not too tight, but it’s still enough to have a steady pressure against his throat, a brand wrapped around him claiming him as Simon’s. It makes him drowsy, the heady knowledge of it, especially as Simon pets him again. “Beautiful,” Simon murmurs, the last shards of the day falling away from Wille’s body.
Simon finally tugs on his hair again, pulling him from that floaty feeling that threatens to overwhelm him already, wavering on his knees. He peers up at Simon to find him looking back at him with so much love and affection and awe, his lips slightly parted and cheeks flushed. Fuck. Renewed arousal floods Wille again, making him dizzy with it. “Thank you, Daddy,” he manages to say, his voice soft and dreamy.
“You’re welcome, baby,” Simon responds with a sweet smile, before leaning down to give him a short, tender kiss on the lips. “Let’s eat now, hm?” He pulls back to start walking towards their table, and Wille rises after him, forgetting himself. Simon turns to shoot him a look. “Down, puppy,” Simon says sternly, and Wille immediately drops back down to his knees, barely wincing as they hit the floor. “Good,” Simon praises, “come here.” Wille crawls toward, the name tag on his collar jingling, until he’s at Simon’s feet. “Sit,” Simon instructs, pointing to the floor next to his usual chair at the table, and Wille hurries to do as he’s told. “Stay,” Simon continues, and Wille tries to be patient as he watches Simon get out a plate and fork, before filling two glasses of water.
Then he comes over to sit in his chair, giving Wille a quick smile for waiting as he does so, and gets out the food he brought home. The smell of it makes Wille realize how hungry he is, having foregone his usual snack this afternoon because of his stress. Simon puts some of his own noodles on his plate, and then Wille’s usual chicken with some vegetables. “I also got some dessert to share later,” Simon tells him, before he takes a few bites of his own food, Wille watching avidly. Finally, after Simon swallows for a third time, he turns towards Wille.
“You’ve been so patient for me, darling,” Simon tells him warmly, and Wille glows. “Here you go, my sweet puppy.” He brings a piece of chicken to Wille’s lips with his fingers, and Wille takes it into his mouth, unable to stop from licking Simon’s fingers as he does so. He chews his food, still looking up at Simon, and they settle on a rhythm, Simon feeding him bits of chicken and vegetables in between bites of his own food. He’s eaten out of Simon’s hand before, often during aftercare, but never quite like this, and Wille can’t help but keep squirming happily, feeling so well taken care of.
At some point Simon grabs one of the glasses of water and carefully brings it to Wille’s lips, coaxing him to tilt his head back so he can drink. Wille does so gratefully, and then continues to be fed until they’re finished, Simon giving him another drink of water at the end. “Are you full now?” Simon asks, and Wille nods. “Okay, baby,” Simon says, and he raises from the chair to put his dish in the sink and put their leftover away, before washing his hands. Wille waits for him again, smiling once Simon comes over to stand above him and pets his hair once more. “You’re such a happy puppy,” Simon says with a grin. “How are your knees?”
Wille has to think for a moment, being barely aware of his body while had Simon fed him. He has twin points of achy pain from the dining room floor, settled deep into his bones, but he likes it, reminds him of his place right now. “Hurts a little, but it’s good,” Wille responds earnestly.
“Alright, honey,” Simon says, “tell me if the hurt gets too much.” Wille nods, eager for what Simon’s next move will be, if he’ll drag him into the bedroom or maybe, if Wille just raised up a little he could get at Simon’s cock with his mouth—
“Wille,” Simon suddenly snaps. “Down.” Wille immediately folds back down to the ground, feeling chastened. But he can’t help but give Simon his best pleading, puppy-dog eyes, knowing Simon is weak for those. Simon sighs, his lips quirking up. “I know you’re trying your best, puppy,” he says, voice sweet again. “You just need a reminder sometimes, hm?” Wille nods desperately, hoping Simon will take his cock out, make him suck on it to learn his lesson, fuck his throat with it and swallow him all down. It’s what he craves.
“Well, I think I want to watch a show this evening,” Simon continues casually, and Wille tilts his head in confusion. “And if you’re good while we watch, maybe you’ll even get a treat,” Simon says with a raised brow. “Won’t that be nice?” Wille nods hesitantly, unsure what Simon is up to. But he trusts him with everything he has.
“Alright, come here,” Simon says, walking over to their sofa and grabbing the remote before sitting down in his usual spot. Wille goes on all fours behind him but pauses by the sofa, unsure where to be. “Up, puppy,” Simon instructs, patting the spot next to him. “I’ll let you sit on the couch today.” Wille feels a flush wash over him and climbs up on the couch, before curling up against Simon, head resting on Simon’s arm.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Wille whispers, and Simon turns to give Wille a kiss on his head. He keeps a hand absently stroking through Wille’s hair as he turns on the TV and finds an episode of The Great British Bake Off. Wille doesn’t particularly feel like watching anything, but Simon appears to be immediately invested, so Wille tries to watch too, his mind drifting. It’s not hard for a bit, the voice of Mary Berry filtering through his mind and the scenes of nature and desserts fuzzy to his unfocused eyes. But he still feels needy, and Simon’s giving him a bit of attention, but not his full attention, and it’s not what he wants.
He wiggles against Simon’s side, and Simon’s hand tightens in his hair, making him stop for a few minutes. But then Wille picks it up again, unable to help himself. “Daddy, this isn’t—it’s not—” he finds himself saying, his mouth moving faster than his mind, which is too slow in his dreamy state to catch up until it’s too late.
“Are you complaining, baby?” Simon asks too calmly, and Wille swallows.
“N-no, but I—” Wille tries weakly, and lets out a muffled yelp when Simon reaches over to pinch his thigh.
“Nuh-uh, puppy,” Simon says, voice steely again. “I told you to be good.” Wille bites his lip to try and stave off any more words from coming out, and resorts to burying his face in Simon’s neck, Simon’s soft curls draped around him and breathing in the familiar scent of Simon’s cologne. A high-pitched sound is drawn out of his throat, wanting so desperately to lick Simon’s pulse point, taste him all over, suck marks into his skin. “Stop whining,” Simon scolds, and Wille stops making the noise with a bit of effort. He tries to steady his breathing, closing his eyes and just basking in being so close to Simon with Simon letting him. Simon’s arm wraps around him, holding him tightly, grounding him to this moment.
But he just loves Simon so much, and it’s not Wille’s fault he’s so tempting. He finds himself mouthing sloppily at Simon’s neck before he can stop himself, giving him wet kisses, but he’s quickly stopped by a sharp tug to his hair yet again. “Baby, I’m trying to watch,” Simon says, not sounding as annoyed as he could be, and Wille huffs against his skin.
“It’s an old episode,” Wille mumbles. He may be desperate, but he was able to catch that. Simon lets out his own laugh, shoulders shaking, and Wille smiles, loving when Simon breaks through his role just a bit.
“Okay, maybe I thought you’d be needy and would interrupt me, because I know you so well, huh?” Simon says teasingly. Wille nods against him, not even going to deny it.
“Know me so well, Daddy,” he whispers, nuzzling into him.
“That’s right, puppy,” Simon says, his voice a coo that makes Wille squirm, cheeks reddening. “And I know you need something in your mouth,” he continues, and Wille immediately perks up, thinking he may be getting what he wants finally. But then two of Simon’s fingers are pushing at his lips and Wille immediately accepts them inside, the next best thing. “There we are, sweetheart,” Simon says warmly as Wille instinctually sucks on them. “You just needed something to chew on.”
And, that. Wille wouldn’t really chew on Simon’s fingers, but the implication, that he just needs a chew toy to keep him occupied—fuck. Wille concentrates on Simon’s fingers with a single minded focus, hoping that will help take his attention away from his cock. And it does work, for a while. Something in his mouth and the way Simon’s other hand works its way through his hair makes him drowsy, barely aware that there is the TV playing in the background. But underneath it all still is an undercurrent of want, bubbling up and barely contained.
He does want to be good. He does, so, so badly. But. It’s so hard. He’s so hard, now. Wille keeps thinking about different memories, about Simon stuffing his fingers in Wille’s mouth to try and keep him quiet while he fucked him deep at the Palace, about Simon hooking his fingers in Wille’s jaw to let his own come spill out where it was pooled on his tongue after Simon’s cock had been down his throat, about Simon making him suck on his fingers just like this so he could get them nice and wet before pressing them into his hole. He just needs one little touch to soothe his ache. Just for a moment. So it’s far too easy to sling a leg over Simon’s body, innocuously clinging to Simon closer who gives him a kiss on the head, and then twitch his hips forward to get just a hint of friction on his cock against Simon’s thigh.
He knows Simon must be able to tell, and doesn’t mention anything at first in case Wille decides to quit of his own accord and be good. But now that he’s started, Wille can’t seem to stop; it feels too good and now he just wants more, letting out little sounds around Simon’s fingers. Then Simon finally sighs in disappointment, and guilt intertwines with Wille’s pleasure. He whines, his cock throbbing as tries to keep himself still, close to trembling in his need.
“Puppy, what are you doing?” Simon asks, taking his fingers away and leaving Wille bereft. Wille stumbles over his words in his haste.
“I—I,” he tries, “I’m sorry—”
“No excuses, baby,” Simon firmly interrupts him. “You’re just so needy that you need to hump me, hm?” Simon continues, sweet humiliation oozing out of his voice. “Such a greedy little puppy that you can’t control yourself.” Wille hangs his head, filled with shame, because his Daddy is right.
“Daddy, I’m sorry, ’m sorry,” Wille whines out, wanting to be good again, needing Simon to make him be good.
“Shh, shh,” Simon soothes, his hand softly petting through Wille’s hair. “I know, puppy, you can’t help it, Daddy knows,” Simon continues, humiliating him and comforting him in the same vein. “But I think you’ve been patient tonight long enough.” Wille raises his head in surprise to look at Simon, his eyes widening, watching as Simon pauses the TV. He searches Simon’s gaze for any sign of a trick, but Simon just has a gentle smirk on his face and Wille has no idea what he has planned. He can’t help but squirm again.
“Daddy, really?” He asks hesitantly, his hands grabbing at Simon’s shirt of their own accord, already wanting to rip Simon’s clothes off. Simon’s smile grows.
“Mmh-hmm,” he says, raising an eyebrow. “You wanna come, baby? You wanna come?” He coos, like it’s a treat, and Wille’s face is flaming as he quickly nods.
“Yes—yes, please, Daddy, thank you,” he rambles, eager and excited. “Please touch me—”
“No,” Simon interrupts him again, reaching down to harshly squeeze Wille’s ass. Wille whimpers, suddenly confused. “I’m not going to touch your wet little cock,” Simon says, slow and deliberate, holding Wille’s gaze. “You’re going to get off humping my thigh, puppy, or you won’t get off at all.” Wille’s eyes are still wide as he makes a strangled sound, his hips pressing forward without thinking. “Color, pup?” Simon asks, pinching his ass again.
“G-green, God—” Wille whimpers, and Simon chuckles. He uses his hands on Wille to manhandle him into a better position, until he’s properly straddling Simon’s thigh in his nice trousers, head tucked into Simon’s shoulder. He wants to move so much, is so desperate for it, and yet he hesitates, needing Simon’s go-ahead. Then Simon kisses him on the head and gives his ass a sharp smack, jolting him forward with a surprised moan.
“Get to it, baby,” Simon says, and that’s all Wille needs. He rocks his hips forward in earnest, groaning against Simon’s skin as pleasure cascades through his entire being, and soon his body is chasing the feeling. He learns to arch his back to get the best stimulation, pressing his cock down into the firmness of Simon’s thigh as his aching length drags against the soft fabric of his sweatpants. Wille’s been keyed up all day, and then waiting in anticipation for this all evening, that he already feels so overwhelmed, drowning in sensation.
But Simon’s arms are around him, caging him in and keeping him close, and it slots into Wille’s brain as making him feel so safe and protected. He may be taller, and bigger too, than Simon, but in these moments he feels so, so small in the best way. His own hands grip onto the ends of Simon’s hair at the back of his neck, knees digging into the sofa cushions as he grinds his hips forward again and again, sloppy and with no real rhythm as he trembles. He goes back to mouthing at Simon’s neck again too, breathing him in and tasting sweat and skin, moaning and mumbling nonsense against him.
Simon’s hands don’t touch him too much, just gently encouraging him on his back and lower ass as he thrusts along Simon’s leg, but the touch is enough to make Wille shivery, wanting more. When his hips go back, his balls and taint rub down against Simon and he hurts, wanting so desperately for Simon’s hands to move down and touch him there, to do anything—stroke, slap, squeeze. “What are you thinking about?” Simon asks, voice rumbling through his chest, gripping his fingers into Wille’s ass for just a tantalizing moment. “What are you wishing for while you get off on me?”
“Um,” Wille begins, trying to get his scrambled thoughts in order as he turns his head to speak. “Just—you,” he says simply, because it’s the truth. “Your hands—fuck, um, hands touching me everywhere, any way you like, because I’m yours,” he finishes, voice shaking, and he nearly sobs when Simon’s fingers dip between his cheeks, even through his sweatpants.
“You are mine, baby,” Simon says, voice dark and warm. His fingers dip down, down before being pulled back up, leaving Wille panting open-mouthed into Simon’s neck. “Now are you gonna come soon?” He continues, delivering another blow to Wille’s ass. “Daddy’s getting a bit impatient.”
“Yes, yes, Daddy,” Wille says immediately, his hips increasing their movement until he really is humping Simon’s thigh. “But please—Daddy I need—”
“All you need is this, puppy,” Simon says firmly, and then his hands are completely free from Wille’s body and no no no—
“Is Daddy wrong?” Simon asks. Wille shakes his head, tears springing to his eyes and sniffling pitifully.
“N-no, Daddy,” he says in a tiny voice, because this is all he needs, even if it isn’t all that he wants. “Just . . . talk to me?” He begs. Simon gives him another kiss on the head.
“’Course, honey,” Simon says sweetly. “What do you want me to say? How pretty you look falling apart in my lap?” Wille moans, falling more into Simon’s body as he quivers with arousal, rutting his hips against him fast and tight. “How cute you are, being so needy?” Simon continues, and finally he wraps his arms around Wille again, holding him close, his touch creating steadying brands against Wille’s overheated body.
“D-daddy . . .” Wille whimpers, practically slobbering all over Simon’s neck and his sweater, mouth slack and tears now falling from where they’re clumped in his lashes.
“How you’re such a good puppy?” Simon says, his voice so loving, so proud, and Wille’s brain fizzles into mush.
“Oh—” he moans, catching a spot on Simon’s thigh just right until he’s grinding down with abandon, gasping wetly and seeing stars behind his eyes. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy—”
“I’m here, baby,” Simon coos, words curling softly to his ears and filtering through the haze. “Daddy’s here.” And then his hand moves down further again, just to tap two fingers against his clenching hole through his sweatpants and Wille is coming ferociously. Pleasure washes over him, sharp and devastating, biting down into Simon’s skin as he shakes all over, coming in his pants as his hips twitch against Simon’s thigh until he can’t stand it anymore.
He’s left panting, nestled in close to Simon, warm and soft and firm and comforting all at once, with Simon’s hands keeping him right there with him. “Good boy,” Simon murmurs, “such a good boy, Wille.” He leaves a quick succession of kisses on Wille’s head and Wille hums in contentment, pleasure vibrating through him even as his pants feel sticky and uncomfortable.
“Love you, Daddy,” he mumbles, finally pulling back to look at Simon, his own eyes dark and cheeks reddened, visually affected by his baby falling apart like that. Simon smiles and gives him a gentle kiss on the lips before thumbing his excess tears away.
“Love you too, baby,” Simon says warmly. “You feeling okay?” Wille nods, adjusting so his sensitive cock isn’t pressing against Simon anymore, and in doing so, accidently brushes his knee up against Simon’s own arousal. He sees Simon’s jaw clench.
“Yes, green, Daddy,” Wille says, already wanting more. Simon’s smile turns dangerous. He reaches out to brush his finger over Wille’s lips, Wille parting them as if to let it in, before quietly whining when Simon pulls away.
“You probably want something else in your mouth now, hm, pup?” Simon asks knowingly, and Wille nods so fast he must look like a bobblehead. This is what he’s been waiting for all evening—Simon’s cock filling up his mouth nicely, filling up his senses until he can’t possibly think of anything else but Simon. “That’s my good boy,” Simon says, and then he sits back and snaps his fingers. “Down, baby.”
Wille immediately clambers off of Simon and slides down to the floor, Simon spreading his legs so Wille can kneel between them. Wille waits eagerly, buzzing with anticipation, and clamps his hands on his thighs to prevent himself from grabbing at Simon before he’s allowed. Simon tosses his curls back and then reaches forward to the coffee table behind Wille, grabbing a water bottle he’d left there earlier. “Drink first,” Simon instructs, opening the top and holding Wille’s jaw with his other hand, gently tilting the bottle and encouraging him to drink. Wille does as he’s told, eyes not leaving Simon’s the entire time.
And then Simon is setting the bottle back down and slowly undoing his belt, pulling it out of his pant’s loops with a sound that has Wille swallowing. He reaches past Wille’s head to set it on the coffee table, Wille half-wishing Simon would use the belt on him, in any way, but then Simon is undoing his fly and pulling his cock out of his underwear and all thoughts leave Wille’s head. Simon always takes his breath away, every part of him and at all times, and somehow that hasn’t changed ever since the first time he saw him. He just wants him like he is air itself.
Simon is hard and flushed and leaking at the tip, and his eyes shutter closed for a moment as he strokes his cock a few times, Wille watching avidly. He tucks his underwear under his balls and scoots forward so Wille has access, Wille instinctively dropping his mouth open, ready for it. Simon smirks, his hands threading in Wille’s hair as his cock bobs in front of Wille’s face.
“Color, baby?” Simon asks, and Wille has to force himself to take his eyes off the glistening head of Simon’s cock.
“Green,” he breathes out and Simon nods approvingly.
“Let me have your hand,” he says, gesturing for Wille’s left hand. Wille gives it to him and Simon lets it rest on Simon’s thigh. “Tap if you need to stop,” he instructs, and Wille nods. But Simon raises an eyebrow, waiting for verbal confirmation.
“Yes, Daddy,” Wille manages to say, and Simon hums, hands stroking through Wille’s hair in a way that makes him feel even fuzzier.
“If you can make Daddy come with your mouth . . .” Simon says slowly, thoughtfully. “He’ll let you fuck him later.” Wille jerks his head up in surprise, making his scalp prickle when this causes his hair to be tugged on.
“Daddy, really?” He says in a rush, looking at Simon starry-eyed. “Thank you—” Simon lets out a dark chuckle.
“I knew my baby would like that idea,” Simon says smugly, and Wille’s brain is suddenly flooded with his Daddy on his cock, so tight and hot and pretty, squeezing around him as he tells him to come inside—
Simon’s hands yank on his hair, placing him back in the present and reminding him of the task at hand. To make up for his daydreaming, Wille immediately takes Simon into his mouth and sucks, lips moving down the length of him and relishing in Simon’s surprised grunt. He takes Simon as far down as he can with no preamble, even as he fights off the urge to suddenly choke, tongue curling around him and moaning as Simon floods his senses. Wille bobs his head enthusiastically, sucking his cock down with fervor, but then Simon’s hands are tugging hard at his hair again and pulling him off.
He lets Simon slip from his lips with a whine, a line of saliva connecting his lips to the head of Simon’s cock, and Wille wants nothing more than it to be shoved back down inside him. Simon hushes him. “Just let me use you, puppy,” Simon says, hands carding through his hair. “That’s all you need to do. Just kneel there and take it for me.” Wille swallows thickly at his words, a surge of renewed arousal settling in his gut. Wille nods, wanting to be good, and drops his mouth open again, sticking out his tongue. Simon groans.
“Good boy,” he says in a low voice, and Wille preens. “Let me give it to you, baby.” Then Simon is slowly, finally letting his cock slide onto Wille’s tongue, and Wille closes his lips and accepts it, eyes fluttering shut in contentment. He’s always loved having Simon in his mouth, the comforting, familiar weight of him, the heady taste, the way he’s just the right size to give him a bit of struggle without making it too uncomfortable. It’s like it makes his mind go quiet, especially with Simon’s hands in his hair and his words blanketing him, praising him as Simon presses deeper until Wille feels him in the back of his throat.
“Mmh, fuck, sweetheart,” Simon breathes out, starting a slow, easy rhythm, rolling his hips gently in and out of Wille’s mouth as he tries to keep breathing steadily, tongue running along the bottom vein of Simon’s length as it pushes against it. Wille wants to just shove his head forward, take Simon deeper, take all of him, but he does his best to stay still, gripping onto Simon’s thighs and concentrating on what he’s getting right now, not what he wants. And it’s overwhelming as it is, with Simon’s small moans, the wet sounds of his cock thrusting in and out past his lips, drool just starting to escape down his chin, his jaw beginning to twinge deliciously.
He manages to open his eyes again to see Simon watching him, mouth parted and brow scrunched up, lost in bliss, and Wille makes a sound around him. Simon scratches behind his ear in response, and then he’s pushing deeper this time, until Wille’s nose is almost pressed up against Simon’s pelvis with his throat working around him. And then his muscles spasm and he’s coughing once as Simon pulls back, Wille’s eyes watering and a smile creeping across his face.
“Good?” Simon asks, gazing down at him with such desire that Wille feels like he’s going to glow with satisfaction, knowing his Daddy wants him so much.
“Mmh,” he hums, swallowing some excess saliva. “I love it, Daddy.” Simon smiles back at him, tucking Wille’s hair behind his ears and cradling him so gently.
“I know you do, darling,” Simon says, and then he’s pulling Wille forward so he can fit his cock inside his mouth again, keeping his head steady as he thrusts forward, a little harder this time around. Wille’s eyes blur with the effort, letting himself be open as much as he can so he can just be used, the slick, filthy sound of it combined with the jingle of his collar making him want to squirm. “That’s it, beautiful,” Simon murmurs in between his gasps of pleasure, “so fucking good for me.”
One of his hands moves down to caress Wille’s neck, probably feeling himself move in Wille’s throat, and fuck—
Wille’s eyes flutter closed, causing tears to roll down his cheeks, fat and hot and mixing with the spit coming down his chin. Simon groans, massaging gently at Wille’s throat as Wille makes a desperate sound, before moving down to stroke over Wille’s collar. And then he’s pressing his hips deeper and staying there, for one beat, two, until Wille sputters around him and is about to tap Simon’s thigh when Simon suddenly pulls back.
Wille immediately draws in a wet gasp, blinking away fresh tears as Simon takes himself in hand, stroking himself fast with Wille’s saliva. “Uhn, I’m gonna come soon,” Simon says breathlessly, and Wille shifts on his knees, eager for it.
“Daddy,” he gets out, voice rough and well-fucked, peering up at Simon because he needs his come so bad.
“You wanna take my come, puppy?” Simon asks, his own voice ruined as he chases the peak. “You wanna—shit—want me to come down your throat?”
“Please,” Wille begs. “Please, please, Daddy, please—” Simon lets out a strangled laugh.
“Okay, honey,” Simon says, taking his hand off his own cock with a small groan. “You’ll get it.” Wille opens his mouth again in anticipation and Simon gives his cock back to him, grinding in with less controlled thrusts than before. It’s sloppy and Wille feels like he looks like a mess, but he loves it, loves how Simon’s noises get more breathy and high-pitched, how his hips stutter forward like he can’t help himself. Wille’s eyes fall closed as he focuses on this moment and keeps breathing, reveling in the way his throat wants to fight the intrusion, barely keeping himself back from choking.
Simon’s hands move to cradle the back of his head, alternating between desperate grasps and soothing caresses when he gets a hold of himself. “Fuck, fuck—” he grits out, sinking in deep. “Look at me, baby,” he says desperately, pleadingly, and Wille has to obey, opening up watery eyes and taking in the vision that is Simon on the edge of orgasm. He thinks he hears Simon mutter something about eyelashes and then his head is falling back as he lets out a ruined moan, his cock pulsing in Wille’s mouth.
Some of Simon’s come hits the back of his throat, startling him even though he was ready for it, causing him to pull off a bit. But this only allows Simon to finish coming where he can actually taste it, letting it pool on his tongue as he sucks on the head of Simon’s cock until Simon is whimpering from it. “Baby, baby, you’re so good for me,” Simon exhales as Wille finally lets Simon’s cock slip from his mouth, before he swallows Simon’s release. And then he starts to cough again.
Simon’s hand immediately rubs his back while the other grabs the water bottle. “Wille, here—” he instructs, and Wille gratefully takes the bottle and drinks deeply. “Alright?” Simon asks with gentle concern when he’s done, and Wille nods dreamily. His throat feels raw and his jaw sore, and it’s what he wanted. He feels beautifully, lovingly used.
“Yes, Daddy,” Wille says, watching as Simon smiles. Then Simon is grabbing a tissue from the box on the coffee table and gently wiping away the wetness from Wille’s face, Wille kneeling there patiently, and then Simon tucks himself back into his trousers.
“Come here, puppy,” Simon murmurs, helping Wille stand up on unsteady knees, his knees complaining, and Wille immediately burrows himself against Simon’s side once he gets on the couch. His pants are still a drying mess, and he’s half-hard still too, but he settles into Simon’s warm embrace with a sigh. “I’ll make you some tea later,” Simon promises, wrapping an arm around him and kissing him on the head. “Unless you want some now?” He asks carefully, testing how much more Wille wants to go tonight. “We can get cozy and have the dessert I got and watch a movie.” And sure, that sounds nice, but there’s still a buzzing underneath Wille’s skin, not entirely sated.
And then there’s Simon’s promise of letting Wille fuck him.
“Want more, Daddy,” Wille says, nuzzling into Simon’s neck.
“Want more what?” Simon says innocently, and Wille groans, knowing Simon is going to make him say it.
“I want . . . what you said before, that I could fuck you,” Wille says in a small voice, lips pressed against Simon’s skin.
“Yeah?” Simon clarifies, smokey and warm. Wille nods, one hand running up underneath Simon’s sweater to feel his smooth, sex-heated skin. “How about this, baby,” Simon continues. “We’ll get a quick rinse, to wash off the day and get myself clean for you, and then you can fuck me like a good pup. Sound good?” Simon asks, fingers digging into Wille’s side. Wille squirms against him at Simon’s words, anticipation bubbling up in him, and it’s easy to say his next words.
“Yes, Daddy.”