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He felt like it was all too much, his whole body was too much, he wanted to crawl out of his skin and never speak to anyone ever again. Then his mind reminded him of Simon.
His Simon.
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The ballroom is bathed in soft gold light, all string lights and velvet shadows. The grand piano gleams like obsidian in the corner, untouched. Crystal glasses clink against each other like distant windchimes. It’s all a little too perfect for Wilhelm’s mood.
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He finds Wilhelm in the living room, already half-drunk, cup in hand, shirt rumpled, cheeks pink from alcohol and heat.
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"Mom, I don’t fucking want to share a room with some random guy. Why can’t I just have my own fucking room?" Wilhelm screamed. It wasn’t fair.
"It would be good for you to make some friends, Wilhelm. Just because you're the crown prince does not mean you get everything you want," she said, her face ice-cold—completely emotionless. It scared Wilhelm. How can someone be so empty?
"But Mom—"
"No buts, Wilhelm. I’m your mother. I have the final say." She turned around and walked out before wilhelm could respond.
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"Simon," Wilhelm murmured from the corner of his mouth, still facing the screen. His voice was hoarse and even, pitched just low enough that it wouldn't pick up in his mic. "you said just to sit. Not to literally fuck yourself on my thigh."
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Simon is ovulating, every part of him raw and aching with a desperate need only Wilhelm can soothe. But Wilhelm is trapped in an important Zoom meeting, his voice calm and measured on the surface while underneath, every nerve screams with the pull of Simon's teasing presence.
Behind the screen, where no one can see or hear, Simon and Wilhelm fight to hold back the craving that threatens to consume them both, a secret fire burning bright, fueled by need, longing, and the aching desire to be seen and held, even in the most impossible moments.
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11 Jan 2026
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15 Aug 2025
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this is perfect and the smut is also my favorite and the storyline is literally perfection, yes and thank you
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“Wilhelm.”
Wilhelm gnawed on his lip, and Felice glanced at him with a slightly concerned expression, watching as he wrote a note so harshly he tore his paper. Fuck. He turned the page, smoothed it with a shaky hand, and began writing again.
“Oi.”
Don’t reply.
“Princey.”
Oh my God, he’s infuriating.
“Wille Billy.”
He’s worse than August.
“Don’t make me call you sweetheart.”
Wilhelm swung around in his chair, glaring at Simon, who’s lunging over his desk to whisper at Wilhelm. “What do you want Simon?” He already regrets turning around, because the satisfied smirk on Simon’s face makes him want to shove him off his chair.
“Your t-shirts inside out,” Simon whispered with a grin, eyes sliding to the collar of Wilhelm's shirt, and back to his eyes in a smooth motion. “Sweetheart.”
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Title from the song Look After You by The Fray
Playlist based on book https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6nsXu5C1GVsLnmfZsPpaK8?si=2763b66e6fec479d
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14 Jun 2025
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This was perfect and I need more fics like this, yes and thank you