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Wilhelm and Simon sit on Willes bed, it’s the middle of January, a cold December afternoon. They’re doing their usual Friday study session, but instead of studying, Simon study’s Wilhelm. Wille is silently chewing his gum, distracted by the squares and numbers in his math notebook. But soon enough, Simon gets caught staring at Wilhelm, like he’s a television show. “Simon, you’re staring. Is something wrong?” Wilhelm says, dropping his pencil to look at his boyfriend. Simon looks down, ashamed by how he’s been caught.
“No..I was just looking at you.” He smiled shyly. Simon scoots a little closer to Wille. “Stalker.” Wille chuckles and goes back to his homework. But Simon isn’t done. He stares at Wille some more, like he’s a renaissance painting. He wants Wille to look at him again, talk to him, chuckle, and give Simon any attention. Because if we’re being honest, Simon is attention starved. And he’s been touch-starved for Wilhelm too. Ever since Wilhelm admitted it was him in the video, they haven’t had sex in almost a month.
With all the exams, extra classes and curricular brought stress to both of the boys, but all Simon wanted to do was help Wilhelm “release” that stress. Simon thought Wille probably hasn’t even thought about having sex yet, but oh, was he wrong.
The first time they did it when they got back together was after rowing practice. Simon watched as Wille rowed with his muscular arms, the back and forth movement his toned legs did that almost brought Simon to tears. The second Wille was done showering, Simon got on his knees right then and there and sucked him off. Then Simon got sad when he really realized it’s been 2 months.
Simon decided right there he’s going to have sex with Wille, right now, in his dorm. His mind goes back to the memories of him sucking Wilhelm off, Wilhelm giving Simon a hand-job in the showers, and rubbing against each other in the music room. These thoughts make Simon arch his back and rub his thighs together, seeking for some sort of friction. Soon, he realizes he’s hard. His face quickly turns red and squeezes his legs together. Simon slowly shifts his body, subtly covering his crotch with his hand. But oh, Wilhelm just looks so fine.
Simon bites his lip, the sight of Wilhelm’s strong arms resting against his knees, his lips slightly puckering out. And god, his hands. Wilhelms hands fidgeting with the mechanical pencil, flipping it around and around. The same hands that get Simon off. Until Simon just can’t take it anymore, he starts to cup his hand over his crotch and slowly starts to rub. It’s not until Simon makes a soft moan that makes Wille immediately look up, eyes darting to the scene of Simon's hands. Simon immediately slaps his hand away. “Are you-” Wilhelm can't even finish before Simon starts to frantically apologize. “Fuck- I’m sorry, Wille. I just..really want you.” Simon replies, almost like he’s speaking in slow motion, his mind going from embarrassment and fear to horny again in a split second.
Wilhelm bites his lip, closing his notebook so hard it sounds like a smack. He shoves all of his school shit on the ground and moves closer to kiss Simon. Simon moans into the kiss and starts to rub Wilhelm’s arms, back, thighs, just wanting to touch Wille everywhere. “You couldn’t wait for me to finish my homework? You just- had to..touch..yourself?” Wilhelm says in between kisses. “Want you. Now.” Simon, whimpers into another kiss. “Right now?” Wilhelm teases Simon, knowing he hates it more than anything. “Please..now, babe.” Simon bucks his hips up, searching for just some friction. Because he wants Wilhelm now. Wille rips his tight black compression shirt off, throwing it on the ground. Simon starts to remove his hoodie before Wilhelm stops him and demands, “Let me, babe.”
And Simon doesn't even think to protest, right now, at this moment, he wants Wilhelm to do whatever he wants to Simon. Wilhelm takes off Simon's light purple hoodie, and throws it onto the floor, giving Willes shirt a friend. They don’t care where the clothes even go, the only thing Simon's mind is thinking of is ‘Wille, Wille, Wille, Off, Off, Off. Wille, Wille’. Simon grips Willes hair as he kisses him harder, Wille could swallow him. Wilhelm starts to kiss his neck, which makes Simon think he might be going crazy. He knows he’s gonna have a hickey, by how hard Wille is sucking on his neck, but he doesn't care. He couldn’t care less right now because all he wants is Wilhelm. Wille starts to kiss Simon's soft lips again, he pours his mouth into Simons even harder this time. It’s so wet, slippery with saliva and hot, Simon scratches at Wilhelm's bare back.
Wilhelm grinds down into Simons crotch, and it can’t be comfortable with their jeans on but right now, any touch feels good. Finally, Wilhelm moves his hand down Simon's warm chest and starts to unbutton his jeans. Simon's hips buck, the way Wille kisses down his neck and goes down, down, down. Wille comes back up to finish pulling Simon's jeans down, then his as well. They get caught on Wilhelm’s ankles which they both chuckle but that’s quickly silenced with another kiss. “Can I touch you, Simme?” Wilhelm asks, already shifting to the side of the bed, getting a better angle to jerk Simon off. Simon nods, so lost in thought, like he’s in his own world he doesn't even say anything. Simon moans an articulate cry as Wilhelm slithers his hand down Simon’s boxers, he starts to pump up and down, Simon’s head falls back, moaning “yes, yes, yes.”
Wilhelm slides his hand up and down faster with each high moan Simon does. “Don’t stop, Wille. Don’t fucking stop.” Simon whimpers and grips at Willes' hair. Wilhelm strokes Simons wet dick with everything in him, doing everything he can to make his boyfriend feel good, more than good, fucking amazing. He runs at the head of Simon’s dick, “I’m so close. So close, Wille..” Simon whines and groans, his throbbing cock, erupting sticky come into Wilhelms hand, he grips the sheet, his eyes shut tight, he thinks he’s seeing stars, Simon’s never had a better orgasm. Wille watches Simon’s face as he comes, head falling back, moaning louder than he did the whole time, and Wilhelm bites his lip so hard it might draw blood, because he loves that face. He loves the face Simon makes when he finishes because oh, it’s just so fucking sexy. Simon's eyes are still closed, he softly pants like a dog, his arm resting above his soaked boxers.
Simon then opens his eyes to the sight of Wille leaning in for another kiss. “That felt so good, Wille. So, so good.” Simon assures Wilhelm. But Wille is still hard, which does not take Simon more than 5 seconds to realize. “Can I.. suck you off, Wille?” Simon offers, and he knows the answer, but just wants to make sure because consent is kind of their thing. Wilhelm nods frantically, barely letting Simon finish his sentence. Simon starts to kiss Wilhelms neck, already making Wille start to moan again. He goes down Wille’s chest with soft kisses, but those soft innocent kisses quickly turn into a sexy, hot kiss as Simon daringly licks Wilhelm’s hipbone, Wille gasps and faintly opens his mouth. Simon starts to kiss even more bold kisses, right around Wilhelm’s dick.
He licks and sucks on Wille’s inner thigh, and the roles are now reversed as Wilhelm is begging for Simon to just start sucking him off. But Simon teases him, driving Wilhelm near the edge. “You want this Wille? Do you really want this?” Simon laughs, he knows exactly what he’s doing. “I want it so bad, Simme. I want you so bad.” Wilhelm whimpers and bites his lip, completely ready for Simon. It doesn't take Wilhelms begging more than a second for Simon to take him into his mouth, because Simon wants this so bad too. Wille gasps and moans, arching his back a little. “Fuck- Simon..” Wilhelm clutches Simon’s dark curls as they bop up and down, Simon looks up into Wilhelm’s brown eyes, Simon looking up at Wille like that, makes him weak in the knees, sending him over the edge, Wilhelm folds at the sight of Simon. “Fuck- you look so perfect like this.” Wille whines as Simon swirls his tongue around the head of Wilhelm’s perfect cock.
This moment is just perfect for Wilhelm. This scene of Simon’s head, that quick movement going up, down, up, down, up, down. Wilhelm is close, he’s so close. He’s so damn close to that feeling, the feeling he loved most in the world, that felt like nothing else mattered except for Simon. Simon sucks his dick so far down, he might gag, but Simon doesn't care. He just cares about making him and his boyfriend feel good. Oh, that view of Wille’s head leaned against the pillow, his mouth hanging open and his eyes closed, his hand grasping Simon’s curls, moving in sync with Simon's head. Wilhelm rolls his hips into the mattress, arching his back. “I’m gonna come, Simon. Fuck- Simon.” Wille whimpers. The room is filled with moans and wet sounds and “oh, Simon’s.”
Soon enough, Wilhelm grips the head board of the bed and moans while he rolls his eyes back into his head, shouting “yes, yes, oh, yes.” Sounding exactly like Simon, just a bit deeper. Simon also fucking loves the face Wille makes when he comes. His aching dick squirting into Simon's mouth, which Simon finds incredibly sexy. Simon makes his way back into Wilhelm’s space and kisses him hard. “I missed doing that.” Simon chuckles, making Wille cringe and smile but with so much love at the same time.
“I’ll get a towel.” Wilhelm says, not wanting to pull away from the love of his life but also knowing they need to get cleaned up if they want to cuddle. Simon watches Wilhelm as he walks to the bathroom completely naked, wondering how he pulled such a beautiful man. Wilhelm quickly comes back with a white rag and begins to clean up Simon’s chest, his own as well. He wipes up the sticky wet liquid on Simon’s thighs then throws the towel on the floor with the rest of their clothes. He’ll be needing to do laundry later. But Wille doesn't care about later. He cares about right now, with Simon resting in Wille’s arms, probably asleep by now because he knows how much sex wears him out. He kisses Simon’s head. “I love you, mitt älskling.” He shoots his blue curtains a quick look, making sure they weren’t open (which they weren’t) because this moment was just for them, and only them.