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„I am really tipsy, are you tipsy?”, Simon stage whispered while resting his head on Wilhelm’s shoulder. “Also horny.”
Wilhelm laughed. “Actually, we are both drunk. Also, Malin can hear everything you are saying.”
They were sitting in the back of the car. Malin and their driver at the front. Simon looked outright delicious in the black suit he had been wearing for the evening. Maybe Wille was just a tad horny too. He felt Simon’s lips leaving a trail of small kisses alongside his neck. Innocent enough, but with a promise to fulfill.
“Oh my god, did you notice how the minister for environment and transport kept topping me up with champagne the whole evening?”, Simon exclaimed, having stopped with his ministrations on Wille’s neck.
Wille snorted. “I am pretty sure he was hitting on you.”
“Urgh, can this please not be a thing that is happening? But also, I have to say, he is a snack. Wouldn’t be opposed to that.”, Simon blabbered on.
“I actually second that. He is quite fit.”, Wilhelm conceded. “Probably shouldn’t say it to his face though.”
“Yeah, please no more scandals. Malin, you won’t say anything, will you?”, Simon exclaimed before breaking out in laughter.
“Of course Malin won’t say anything.”, Wille said the same time Malin indicated a locked mouth zipper with her fingers in the front of the car.
Simon continued to rest his head on Wille’s shoulder, while Wille cradled his fingers through Simon’s hair. “We could absolutely take the piss out of him.”, Simon said as the car stopped.
“Like how?”, Wilhelm indulged him.
Malin opened the car door for them and they both tumbled out. Simon snorted with laughter. “Like we could gang up on him, subtly flirting….”
Wilhelm joined in on the laughter too as they walked up to their private entrance of Drottingholm palace. “I am pretty sure he is not that into me.”, Wille said.
Once they were inside the palace, all staff having left to their designated posts, Simon grabbed Wille’s arm to stop him from walking further. “You cannot know that.”, he said seriously and brushed some stray hair from Wille's face. “I am pretty sure he is just scared of hitting on the Crown Prince.”
“Didn’t stop you.”, Wilhelm said with a smile, leaning into his boyfriend’s space.
“No it didn’t. But also, I am excited to see if there are as many come on’s once you put a ring on it, if you know what I mean.”, Simon said conspiratorially while wiggling his fingers in the air.
Wilhelm snorted with laughter. “I can put something else on you first.”
“Oh my god, this sounds so bad. Are you talking about your dick? You are talking about your dick.”
Simon grabbed onto Wille’s shoulders hard to keep from swaying sideways with laughter. Wille got a bit flustered. “Yes, I was talking about my dick. Not as if you never say weird stuff like that.”
“I like your dick.”, Simon murmured. Wille smiled. They were both drunk.
Wille wrapped his arms around Simon’s waist. His head was buzzing and his stomach churned. “So, but about that thing…. Mamma, she, she said we could get married.”
“What, when?”, Simon exclaimed incredulously.
“Two weeks ago or so. She’s actually surprised that we haven’t asked for her permission yet.”, Wille said, searching Simon’s eyes. They definitely were a bit glassy from all the champagne he had been drinking all night. Wille guessed, he must be looking the same.
“Huh!”, Simon let out. “She told me the same thing!”
“What, when?”
“Last week!”
“Oh my god, when you got drunk with her?”, Wilhelm asked.
“Yes.”, Simon whispered, eyes brimming with emotion.
“Oh…”, Wille trailed off.
Simon let out a quiet laugh and pulled Wille closer. “So is this you proposing?”
“Is it?”, Wille asked looking over Simon’s shoulder. “I don’t know? Do you want me to propose? Or do you want to propose? Like, how should we do this? We cannot be doing this drunk, can we? I really planned on having sex with you this whole evening, but I am not even sure I can now. I might be too drunk. I really want to get married to you, you know that. We talked about this so many times. But like what-“
Simon crushed his lips to Wille’s. Wille let out a small huff with the things that were left unsaid and returned the kiss. He opened his mouth to Simon’s willingly, his hands finding their way into Simon’s luscious curls pulling him impossibly closer. Simon sighed and trailed his hands down Wille’s waist. Down, down further to Wille’s ass and squeezed. Wille’s head was spinning, but his heart was calm. This was his home, his sanctuary. Him and Simon and the space between them.
“We can do this however we feel like. You know that, right?”, Simon whispered. A promise. “If this is it, this is it.”
“Right now I really feel like going down on you.”, Wille answered, which earned him another pull on his ass.
“Let’s go.”, Simon said.
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Brunch the next day was a necessary thing, fueling Wille’s body and also absorbing the liquids of the night before. But it wasn’t as pleasurable as it could have been. Simon sitting opposite of him looked quite the same. Cute and handsome as ever but definitely hungover.
“So you both left quite the impression at the gala last night.”, Wille’s mother said.
“It was a nice evening.”, Wille answered.
“I am kind of cursing Olaf Sundland right now for providing us with drinks the whole evening.”, Simon added.
Wilhelm snorted. They both knew Sundland had only provided drinks for Simon. He looked at Simon smirking.
“Well you did come back to the palace rather late last night.”, Kristina quipped. There was a smile playing on her lips. It was mischievous. “I wasn’t sure whether I should make myself known.”
Wille groaned and threw his head back. “Oh my god, Mamma, please don’t.” The memories of last night when he and Simon had come back from the gala came back to him. Vividly. He wasn’t sure which part of their conversation she had overheard, but none of the parts had been said for her ears.
But surely enough: “Just let me know when we can put out a statement regarding your engagement, and what to put into that statement.”
“Congratulations, boys.”, Ludvig, who had been quiet so far, said.
Wille was mortified, but also suddenly a bit giddy. He looked at Simon who smiled and shrugged.
“I am too hungover for this.”, Wille exclaimed.
“This definitely is an occasion for champagne, I think.”, his mother said and stood up.
“Mamma...-“
“You tell us, whenever you are ready.”, Ludvig said, looking at Simon and him. “Also, I don’t think champagne would do you any good right now.”
Kristina huffed: “Now it is both of you being dramatic.”
“I actually think I do need the champagne now.”, Wille exclaimed with a grown.
“That is what I thought…”, Kristina said.
Across from the table Simon smiled at him. Wille smiled back. The champagne cork popped.