i don't think simon would be an experienced lover. I don't think he'd fuck heavy or rough or often or almost ever.
i don't think simon would be possessive or mothering or doting or "obsessed."
i think simon would be terrified. i think he'd be terrified of turning into his father, of loving too much or not enough. of raising his voice, so he only whispers. of taking up too much space, so he hunches.
i think he would touch you sparingly, and you'd only be able to touch him slowly before he gets overwhelmed, skulking away to hide.
i think it would be a dark love. not dangerous, but dim. low lights, closed eyes. he's okay with holding, being held. only after the sun sets, when you can't see the stress lines on his forehead.
i think it would be difficult. he'd text you spontaneously to break it off, in his head about the downstream consequences. you'd talk him down, but it would be walking on eggshells.
he'd love you to death, though.
