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Wille had a problem. An unfairly sexy, wet-dream-shaped problem. A problem of a beauty poets wrote about and tried to capture in their works but failed miserably because it wasn't to be captured at all.
But capturing it was Wille's job, if not in a poem but a photograph, not with words but with his camera.
Wille's problem was called Simon Eriksson and was a model.
Wille had had countless objectively pretty people in front of his lens before and never had he had trouble concentrating on orchestrating a fantasy for his audience and making his concept come to life with a click of his finger.
He was still young, still fairly new in the business but proud to have made a name for himself already. The fashion industry was a tough workplace for any and all people involved in it but Wille had managed to sneak into it and find a niche for himself.
Playing with androgyny, with making masculinity and femininity intertwine in a delicate dance was what interested him the most. He wanted to push the boundaries and make thinking outside of the box the norm.
He mostly worked with indie fashion magazines, shooting editorials and telling stories in picture sets. He'd won a couple of small awards for his arrangements and he was proud to say that he wasn't just selling products with his work but truly creating art .
Simon Eriksson was art all on his own though. His skin was smooth, his legs long and his face… Wille couldn’t even find words for it. He wanted to look at it forever. At those plush lips that pulled up in the most beautiful smile he had ever seen, exposing perfectly straight teeth. At those dark, expressive eyes with the long lashes. At the jawline you could cut a diamond with, and the curls on his head.
And then there was the way he moved his body in front of the camera, all sensual, fluid motions with so much skin on display that Wille felt dizzy.
He had to keep it together though. This was important. His best friend, Madison McCoy, was dropping a collection of lingerie and wanted him to make her creations stand out on a variety of models. He had been thrilled to be a part of her work and secretly thought about buying one or the other of her sets that had caught his eye.
They had already shot a series of photos with two models, Felice Ehrencrona and Kim Ågren, both of which had looked stunning in Madison's designs.
Felice was a goddess and they had decided to put her into the ‘cooler’ sets, creating a contrast between her curves and feminine features and the black and silver corsets, belt buckles and chains. She looked powerful in the creations and almost every single shot had been a hit.
Kim was nonbinary and usually dressed in an extravagant but also androgynous and cool style, so to challenge her and change up the tune, he and Madison had agreed to give her the flowery lingerie pieces, making her look softer and contrasting with her piercing eyes and buzzcut.
For Simon… well, Wille had immediately been drawn to his pictures and he could imagine him in everything really. Madison had come up with the idea of having him look somewhat like a greek statue come to life, clad in gold and pearls. And the result was nothing short of overwhelming.
Which was why Wille was really struggling to keep it together at this moment.
“Lower your arm,” he instructed curtly and Simon obliged without hesitation, putting it into the right position and letting his long fingers – adorned by delicate rings – graze the floor.
He was sprawled out on a chaise longue, back arched in a sensual curve and looking straight into the camera. Wille almost felt like that gaze would have burned him if not for the protective barrier his camera supplied.
Simon was currently presenting a one piece ensemble made from strings of white pearls and very little lace. The lace was partly see-through, not doing a thorough job at covering his collar bones, parts of his middle and his crotch. His nipples and belly button were bare – and so was pretty much all of his body if Wille was being honest.
The most intimate part of Simon's body was hidden by a modesty pouch under the lace more than by the fabric itself. Really, partial nudity was to be expected in a lingerie shoot but Wille was ready to believe Madison had kept this particular clothing of nothingness for Simon to wear, simply to torture the photographer.
She had teased him about his expression of ‘clear gay panic’ when he had been presented with Simon's sedcard.
Wille was snapped out of his thoughts by Simon changing positions. He sat up to face the camera frontally, tugged on the string of pearls hanging down his chest and brought it up to take it between his teeth. Wille gulped.
“Feet,” he croaked out to remind Simon to position them differently and make them look as elegant as the rest of him.
They went through a few more changes in perspective and position until Wille was sure he had shot so many pictures it would take him ages to select the best. Simon went to change into the second lingerie piece they had chosen for him to wear and Wille left his camera alone to search for a drink.
Just when he was done gulping down half a small bottle of water, Madison approached him with a gleam in her eyes.
“Damn, he really got you thirsty,” she grinned, not even trying to be sublte. “I mean, I knew you were weak for pretty boys but wow, the look on your face during shooting…”
Wille groaned and tried to hit her with the half empty plastic bottle.
“You did this on purpose, didn't you?”
“I don't know what you're talking about,” Madison replied but her shit-eating grin said it all.
“Did you really have to give him the most revealing thing? Really? Was that necessary?” Wille sighed and tried to pin her with a death stare but Madison had always been immune to those.
“I did what's best for my collection,” she just shrugged and Wille guessed that it wasn't even a lie. The photos were definitely going to be a hit. But then again the camera simply loved Simon and Wille was sure whatever the man wore would have sparkled like diamonds on his flawless skin anyway.
“You chose violence, Madison McCoy,” he said darkly. “Violence against all queer men with good eyesight.”
Madison chuckled and patted him on the back.
“Not my fault you are such a disaster around hot people. Try to not let it affect your work. Less ogling, more snapping pictures.”
“Oh, I hate you,” Wille said but he couldn't help but laugh at her teasing nonetheless.
It was probably for the best to work with someone who didn't take you too seriously. Wille had a habit of getting stuck in his head whenever he was working, trying to perfect every little detail. It was worth the result most of the time but sometimes he really overworked himself for a stunning picture.
Well, he didn't have to do much with Simon in front of the lens. The man really was just that gorgeous and that good at showing it on the screen.
As if his thoughts had summoned the model, Simon stepped onto the set again and Wille felt the air leave his lungs. He was wearing another bodycage, a symphony of intricate golden pieces of fabric connected by black strings to hug and accentuate different body parts.
He really looked like a Greek deity with his dark locks framing his face and the golden eyeliner making his eyes pop.
But the outfit was all Madison's doing. Wille silently applauded her for her talent and hard work. Again, the fabric wasn't covering much but it was delicate and elegant the way it stretched over Simon's crotch, hips, middle and neck – down to stop just in between his pecs.
Without preamble, Wille decided to return right back to work and get it over with. The sooner they were done here, the sooner he could get home and take a long, hot shower. If he touched himself in there to certain images etched into the back of his eyelids, nobody had to know.
He grabbed his camera and motioned for Simon to stand in front of the screen. The chaise longue had been carried away. Without a surface to lean against, Simon had to tell this story with nothing but his face and body.
And boy, did he tell it.
Simon widened his stance, hands clasped behind his back and faced the camera heads-on, presenting Madison's design in all its glory without hiding anything. His expression was fierce and strong and Wille wanted to fall to his knees to worship him.
Every pose and expression Simon then offered was on point, delivered with unwavering confidence. Nothing about him was timid. He stood there, unafraid of being looked at and Wille took shot after shot with a frantically beating heart.
Finally he lowered his camera and nodded at Simon with a small, shaky smile, before he declared the session a wrap and Madison applauded Simon for his good work. The man sent her a smile back, weirdly shy considering the half-naked performance he had just delivered.
Wille's assistant helped him pack up the equipment and from the corner of his eye he saw Simon approach Madison and exchange a few words with her, still in his armor of very little, very pretty fabric. Madison's face broke out in a big grin and Wille frowned to himself.
He finished packing up quickly, desperate to get home and a hand around his dick. He was just about ready to head out when Madison jogged over to him and insisted on telling him a surprisingly boring story about her experience at the new coffee shop across from her place.
“They really spelled my name as ‘Maddy-Sue,’ can you imagine?” she asked and the excited glint in her eyes did not match her words at all. Wille squinted his eyes at her. He always knew when she was up to something but he was too tired and too sexually frustrated to call her out on it now. Frankly, he didn't care about anything but getting home.
“Yeah, that's weird,” he simply said and slung his bag over his shoulder.
“I really need to get going now,” he added apologetically and turned to walk out of the door.
“Hey,” another voice had him snap his head around again and there Simon stood, now properly covered up in jeans and a purple hoodie under his jacket but not looking any less stunning.
“You are going to the subway, right?” he asked and Wille could only nod, not trusting himself to form a coherent sentence. Even the man's voice was beautiful. Fuck .
“Mind if I come with you then? We are headed the same way.”
Again, Wille only nodded and behind Simon he saw Madison send him a thumbs up, barely containing a laugh. He wanted to strangle her.
He opened the door for Simon to step through and threw a half-hearted goodbye over his shoulder and then the two of them walked down the street side by side in silence. Wille felt incredibly awkward with his lanky limbs and bad posture next to a man as gorgeous as the model.
Simon didn't seem uncomfortable at all though.
“Did I satisfy you?” he asked and Wille faltered in his next step, almost falling flat on his face. Only Simon's hand shooting out to grab his arm prevented him from doing so and Wille felt his face turn hot in embarrassment.
“My performance,” Simon clarified at the weird, questioning noise Wille let out. “You didn't give me a lot of clues. Are you happy with the pictures?”
Simon was looking straight ahead while they remained walking and Wille was grateful for that small mercy on his frantically beating heart. Having those eyes on him right now might have just ended him.
“Um, yeah,” he cleared his throat. “You did very well.”
“Your friend is really talented. I felt so sexy in her designs,” Simon continued the small talk and Wille smiled to himself. “Yeah, Madison is really good… wait,” he turned to look at Simon's profile, a frown creasing his forehead, “how do you know we're friends?”
If Wille hadn't known better, he would have sworn Simon's cheeks got pink under the streetlights.
“She told me,” he said nonchalantly and Wille shrugged it off.
“She also let me buy one of her creations,” Simon continued and Wille's eyes widened. “I'm wearing it right now.”
Holy shit.
Again Wille stumbled and almost knocked into a streetlight. Simon let out a chuckle and Wille turned to see a sparkle in his eyes. Was this… flirting? Was Simon flirting with him?
They reached the subway and Wille discreetly wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans when he stepped onto the platform after Simon. They were silent for a few minutes as they waited for their train to arrive and Wille felt decidedly hot under his coat despite the drafty underground station.
“I've seen you looking, you know?” Simon murmured next to him and Wille made a comical noise in the back of his throat. With an amused expression Simon turned to look at him directly.
“It made me bring out my A game,” Simon smirked, “so thank you… for really looking .”
This was flirting, right? Wille's head swarmed with Simon's words and teasing expression and he croaked out a faint “you're welcome” when the train arrived.
They got on and chose two seats at the back of the wagon, right next to each other. Wille turned his head to look out of the window and avoid making eye contact with the other man but of course it was pitch black outside and the harsh light from the train threw his own flushed face back at him, not granting him any distraction.
Simon sighed and nudged Wille with his elbow, making him turn reluctantly.
“Are you just playing hard to get or did I misinterpret all of this?” he asked, a nervous flicker in his eyes eating at his confident facade.
“Um,” Wille croaked and for a moment he got lost in those dark eyes. He had to snap himself out of that trance forcefully to make sense of Simon's words.
“So, uh, you did just flirt with me?” he asked to make sure and Simon's eyebrows shot up while that disarming smirk reappeared.
“Does this answer your question?” he murmured and pulled up the hem of his hoodie to reveal a sliver of tan skin barely covered by some lace and strings of pearls. It was the set he had worn in their first shooting. Wille gulped.
Simon dropped the cloth to preserve his modesty and looked at Wille with a questioning gaze. Wille gulped again and nodded his head dumbly. He really was out of his depth faced with the most attractive man in the world showing interest in him so blatantly.
“I'm getting off at the next stop,” Simon murmured and the way his voice dropped low and his eyes sparkled told Wille that the choice of words was very much intentional. “Will you come with me? Or go home?”
There really wasn't even a question. His own hand and the fantasy of Simon in lingerie didn't stand a chance against the prospect of getting the real Simon in lingerie tonight. Wille nodded again and then cleared his throat to confirm which of the options he was agreeing to.
“I'll come with you,” he croaked out and Simon grinned like the cat that got the cream. He squeezed Wille's thigh gently and then stood up to walk towards the door, sending a flirty look over his shoulder as he waited for the train to stop.
Wille gathered all the braincells willing to work for him in his confused and horny state and scrambled to get up too, following Simon on wobbly legs and almost fell on his ass again when the train slowed down.
He let Simon lead the way once they had exited, sneaking glances at his pretty profile as he continued to stumble over his feet. But he couldn't help it. Looking at Simon was so much better than seeing where he was going.
He still wasn't sure this situation was even real. Someone like Simon being interested in someone like Wille? And then all of this was moving so fast. Was this how people hooked up normally? Wille wasn't sure since he didn't have any experience in that field but he wasn't going to complain.
It took them only a few minutes to reach the front door of an old apartment building. Simon fished out his keys and opened it, then took Wille's hand with a grin and pulled him inside after him. Wille was still speechless as he was tugged along up some flights of stairs before Simon unlocked the door to his flat.
Once inside, Wille found himself pushed against a wall, Simon's hands on his chest and his dark eyes glinting.
“Now we're alone,” he murmured and Wille could only nod. He let his eyes roam over Simon's face freely, taking in his plump, parted lips, his cheeks that were flushed from the cold outside and the smudged eyeliner. Apparently he hadn't taken off his makeup then.
Wille barely had time to think how odd that seemed because Simon's lips curled up into a smirk and his perfectly plucked eyebrows moved up.
“Cat got your tongue?” the model asked and Wille let out something between a splutter and a squeak.
“Something like that,” he said after clearing his throat, very aware of the heat of Simon's palms on his chest, even through his clothes.
“You want something to drink?” Simon's smile softened and he stepped back, withdrawing his hands. Wille mourned the loss but he also realised how dry his throat was so he accepted the offer gratefully and followed Simon into the kitchen after taking off his shoes and coat.
Simon shrugged off his own jacket and shoes and kicked them into a corner uncaringly while he opened the fridge.
“Fanta okay?” he asked over his shoulder and Wille hummed his confirmation. Simon got out two bottles and opened them, before handing one over.
“To a successful shoot,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes and they clinked their bottles. Wille gulped down almost half of it eagerly before he sat the Fanta down onto a small table with a sigh.
Simon looked him over quietly while he sipped his own drink and Wille felt his nerves return. Self-consciously he pushed a strand of hair behind his ear and averted his gaze, feeling a blush spread over his face and neck.
A soft ‘clonk’ told him that Simon had put his own bottle down and with soft footsteps the man returned into his field of vision.
“We don't have to do anything if you don't want to,” he said, studying Wille's face with an almost shy expression and he quickly shook his head.
“I do. I'm just– just not really in my element here.”
Wow. Very smooth. Why hadn't he just downright said that he was a bad lay?
“I mean,” he tried to explain hastily, “I don't often do– like, you know,” he shrugged helplessly and Simon's teasing grin was back.
“I don't think I do, actually,” he said and took another step forward, his enticing scent wafting over Wille and making it even harder to think. He forced himself to take a deep breath and elaborated.
“I mean casual hookups.”
“Who said this was casual?” Simon teased before he tensed visibly, his eyes widening.
“I mean–”
“I thought–”
They started at the same time and then chuckled a little awkwardly before Wille motioned for Simon to go first.
“Um,” Simon started and his cheeks looked decidedly more pink all of a sudden, “well I mean…” he huffed out a breath and straightened up.
“I've seen your work and it's really good,” he smiled up at Wille and he could tell it was genuine.
“Thank you,” Wille mumbled, feeling his cheeks heat up as well. He was proud of what he did but still the compliment coming from Simon left him flustered.
“And I thought ‘damn, I want to be photographed like that ’,” Simon chuckled and scratched at the back of his neck.
“And well, my sister is best friends with Felice and Felice is friends with Madison, so I heard of the campaign and how you would be the photographer and, um,” Simon paused and Wille's heartbeat picked up speed.
“I asked about you and they told me about you, how you are as a person and, um, showed me pictures of you,” Simon's voice got quieter with every word but their close proximity allowed Wille to catch all of it.
“Then I applied and got the job,” Simon closed with a shrug, a shy look on his face. He looked softer now, younger, less like the confident man showing off his body in front of a camera but Wille felt himself attracted to this side of Simon even more.
“That's… wow,” Wille gulped, unsure of what to say. Simon had asked about him? Had seen pictures and heard stories about him from his private life and decided he wanted to work with him?
“I get it if you think this is creepy. It kind of is,” Simon winced. “And you can go home, it's fine, I totally get it.”
He stepped back and without consciously thinking about it Wille grabbed his wrist to keep him close. Simon's eyes widened and Wille let him go as if he had just been burned.
“I don't want to go home,” he croaked. “I don't think it's creepy. I, uh,” he hesitated before continuing but Simon had been honest with him, so he decided to do the same.
“I looked you up when we got your sedcard.”
Simon's intense eyes on him made it hard to talk but Wille forced himself to keep going.
“Your pictures were so… and I wanted to see more, so I looked you up and found your socials, even your private stuff and um, I loved everything I saw.”
Simon was quiet for a moment, before he broke out in giggles that tickled Wille's ears in just the right way and dropped his head forward to rest against Wille's chest. He felt his heart threaten to beat out of his chest as his nose filled with Simon's scent and his curls tickled his chin.
Still, he relaxed and let out a chuckle of his own before Simon's face came into view again.
“Guess we are both creeps then,” he grinned and Wille felt the awkwardness of before ebb away.
“Match made in heaven,” he joked and Simon nodded, this glint back in his eyes that spoke of mischief. His arms came up around Wille's neck and he stepped even closer to press their chests together.
“Want to test out this match then?” he murmured and Wille could only nod shakily before Simon's lips were on his and his own arms wrapped around the man's middle. And damn, this really had to be heaven.
Simon tasted like oranges and his lips were incredibly soft and pliant against Wille's. He moved them slowly and gently at first, sucking on Wille's bottom lip and making him sigh happily into their kiss but soon both of them got desperate.
Hands started wandering over shoulders, necks and backs, fingers tangled in hair and tugged to elicit soft moans and tongues slipped between lips to taste even more of the fresh sweetness the Fanta had left behind.
“Bedroom,” Simon groaned against Wille's lips when he had grabbed the model’s ass and pushed against Wille's chest to steer them into the right direction. They stumbled through the door to Simon's room in a tangle of uncoordinated limbs, unwilling to pause their makeout session to see where they were going.
Wille fell onto the bed when the back of his legs collided with it and Simon didn't waste any time crawling onto him to start sucking on his neck. Wille let out a loud groan as his dick twitched in his pants.
“Clothes off,” he grunted and tugged on Simon's curls to get him to let go for a second. Simon moaned in answer and sat up, hair wild and pupils blown.
Wille needed a moment to take in and appreciate his disheveled state, his swollen lips and the way his chest rose and fell with panting breaths. Simon looked so erotic and the view alone made Wille's dick give another violent twitch. From Simon's gasp he guessed that the man had felt that.
Both of them snapped out of the moment at that same time and scrambled to pull their sweaters over their heads, throwing them away uncaringly, before opening their pants with shaking fingers to pull down and off.
Wille's breath caught in his throat as he was once again face to face with the image that was Simon in lingerie. He had completely forgotten that he was wearing this under his clothes. He still looked so damn elegant in the lace and pearls but also erotically debauched the way he was obviously aroused.
Wille suppressed a groan as his eyes trailed down and saw Simon's erection almost completely exposed and stretching the lace. How was he supposed to survive this?
Quickly he pulled Simon down with hands on the man's neck to crash their lips together again in a frantic kiss. Simon moaned into his mouth and started writhing against him, his fingers trailing over Wille's chest and grazing his nipples. Wille could feel how wet the front of his boxers was already. He couldn't remember the last time he had been this turned on.
Simon moved down to kiss down Wille's throat, collarbones and chest, sucking on one of his nipples before his tongue laved down Wille's stomach. Long fingers grabbed the hem of his boxers and he lifted his hips to allow them to pull the last piece of clothing down his legs and throw it away.
“I want to ride you,” Simon murmured against his hip and nipped at the skin there and Wille let out a loud groan at the mental image alone. Simon began pressing kisses to Wille's shaft and moved up to take the head between his perfect lips but Wille halted him with another tug on his curls, making Simon whine.
“If you do that, I'm not going to last,” he panted, throwing his head back and trying to take deep, calming breaths. Simon chuckled into his stomach and pressed a kiss to the tip of his dick before pulling away.
“Okay,” he grinned and crawled back up to capture Wille's lips in another long kiss.
Wille immediately mourned the loss of his body heat when Simon pushed himself up and stretched to reach the drawer of his bedside table but Wille was compensated for the lack of physical contact by the view of Simon's ass. It was smooth and round and barely covered as the back of the one piece lingerie was a thong.
God, how was it possible for a person to look this perfect?
Wille couldn't help himself and reached over to squeeze one of the plump cheeks with one hand. It felt amazing in his palm. Simon answered by moving his hips and making his ass wiggle.
Wille groaned and shut his eyes as his dick twitched once more.
“You're killing me here,” he complained on a whine and Simon chuckled. Wille felt the mattress dip and the pleasant weight of Simon's body returned to press him into the sheets. The sound of a cap opening made him reopen his eyes to see Simon squeeze lube into his palm.
“Let me–” he tried to take the bottle from Simon but the man shook his head and held it out of his reach.
“Nah-ah. You only get to watch,” he said with a smirk and Wille swore this gorgeous man really wanted him dead. Simon straightened up to rest on his knees and hover over Wille's outstretched body and moved his lubed up fingers behind himself.
His other hand rearranged the lace to get better access. Wille was dying to see what was happening but Simon brought the clean hand back around to rest on Wille's chest and keep him in place.
There was something incredibly hot about being at Simon's mercy like that, not being allowed to touch and also not really able to see anything but the expression on Simon's face as the strain in his arm suggested that he had started moving his right hand.
His lips parted on a gasp and Wille bit his lip as he studied Simon's expression closely. His eyebrows were drawn together, his eyes closed and then he threw his head back on a moan.
“Tell me how it feels,” Wille murmured, mesmerised by the view but also in dire need of some stimulus. He was buzzing with arousal and only being able to watch was driving him crazy.
“Amazing,” Simon gasped and started moving his hips to meet the movements of his own hand. The other one on Wille's chest squeezed one of his pecs as Simon let out a groan.
“Two fingers now,” he explained and Wille couldn't suppress a whine.
“Can I please touch you?” he begged. “Anywhere, just– I need to feel you.”
Simon nodded his head quickly and bit his lip and Wille's hands found Simon's thighs, stroking up and down the strong muscles, before he moved up to appreciate the feeling of the soft lace and glossy pearls over Simon's heated skin.
He stroked over every bit of Simon's body he could reach, pinched his nipples and grabbed his hips to see his hands encircle them. At last, Wille reached down to free Simon's erection from the narrow strip of lace and wrapped his hand around it to stroke. A bead of precum dribbled from the tip and Simon moaned loudly, his hips stuttering.
“W-wait,” he panted and grabbed Wille's wrist to pull him away. “I'm ready, I'm ready,” he rushed out and then both of his hands had encircled Wille's wrists and pinned them to the mattress next to his head. Simon leaned down and kissed Wille desperately, snapping his hips forward to make their erections rub against each other and the both of them moaned against the other's lips at the friction.
When Simon pulled back again Wille felt out of his mind with desire and he took the offered condom quickly to tear open the wrapper and roll it onto his dick. With shaking hands he helped Simon move down and sink onto his erections and he grit his teeth as that tight heat enveloped him oh so slowly.
‘Patience,’ he scolded himself as his hips were close to snapping up and held still as Simon took him in, his eyes fluttering shut and those beautiful lips parting on a gasp. Finally Simon was sat completely in his lap and his eyes opened again to meet Wille's.
Simon's hands had found their place on his chest again and he dug them into Wille's skin as he lifted himself up slowly and then sank back down with force. Both of them let out equally desperate sounds at the pressure.
Soon Simon had started up a rhythm and Wille couldn't help the moans that left him with every drag of his erection against Simon's walls. The strings of pearls on Simon's skin began swinging back and forth, hitting Simon's chest and stomach with his movements and the sight was almost hypnotizing.
Still Wille was very aware of all the sensations and noises and of Simon's beautiful face contorted in pleasure. His erection bobbed between their bodies, flushed and steadily oozing precum. Wille had his hands on Simon's waist and his fingers stroked over his hip bones before he pulled one hand back to wrap around his dick instead.
“No,” Simon panted and slapped Wille's hand away. “Too close,” he explained and his legs were starting to shake with exertion.
That information made Wille aware of how close he was himself. His dick twitched inside of Simon and he groaned. Nothing so far had been as hot as the knowledge that Simon was close to coming from the movement of Wille inside of him alone.
Wille grabbed Simon's face and dragged him down to kiss him frantically. Simon's body lay down on top of him and his hands tangled in Wille's hair as he ground down on his dick with an impatient whine. Wille got lost in the taste of Simon and his desperate noises, revelling in his ability to drive this masterpiece of a man crazy with pleasure.
The strings of pearls hit his chin and throat but Wille didn't care. He planted his feet firmly on the mattress and snapped his hips up and he swallowed the answering yelp Simon let out with another deep kiss.
His hips moved as if on their own, setting a frantic pace and Simon kept gasping and moaning against his lips. Wille answered with equally loud groans of his own and when Simon started rolling his own hips back to meet every thrust, they stopped trying to coordinate their kisses and surrendered to panting against each other's lips instead.
It took a few more rolls of Wille's hips before Simon cried out, his eyes squeezed shut and mouth dropped open and he spilled between their stomachs. His hole clenching around his erection was all he needed and Wille tensed and followed him over the edge with a guttural groan.
Simon sank down on Wille completely, panting breaths against his neck and Wille stretched out his legs with a sigh. They stayed like that for a while, letting their breathing return to normal.
Eventually Simon sat up, pulled off Wille's softening dick with a gasp and plopped down next to him. He turned onto his side and wrapped his arms around Wille's middle, their legs tangling together and Wille smiled to himself.
“We are definitely compatible physically,” Simon murmured and then giggled, his breath tickling Wille's shoulder. Wille joined in and pressed a kiss to Simon's forehead.
“Absolutely.”
“Want to find out if we are compatible in other ways too?” Simon asked quietly and started drawing circles on Wille's chest lazily with the tip of his finger.
“Like on a date?” Wille asked, hope filling his chest and Simon hummed his confirmation.
“I would love to,” Wille whispered and Simon's head came up to smile at him.
“Yeah?” he asked, that shy softness from before returning to his eyes.
“Yeah,” Wille replied and leant over to taste those plump lips again.
Flushed and sweaty after a round of amazing sex Simon was still – maybe even more so – unfairly sexy and more than a wet dream he had turned into a wet reality for Wille. And he definitely, definitely wasn't a problem.