I've said it once and I'll say it again. BDSM is perfect for autistics and my baby boys are included
Mostly for them receiving
Johnny- Adores being a bit of a bratty sub. He loves being able to push boundaries and get repercussions in a safe comfortable environment. No worrying if he is following social rules.
Simon- oral fixation, and loves having clear orders to follow just getting floaty and comfortable when subbing, also adores sensory deprivation.
When domming he loves having full control, orchestrating the scene however he wants.
Gaz- This man ADORES bondage and restraints. The weight and tightness is no warm and comforting. He can squirm and stim, especially if it contains suspension, oh he is a sluttt for hanging.
Gags are another thing he adores, being able to just nom on them. Being pinned down is also amazing.
Price- his main preference is topping, but he'll bottom occasionally. He loves the total control.
He is the most repressed with his autistic behaviour, and doesnt let himself do stuff like stimming much. But when fucking someone? He can grunt and whine and make noises to his heart's content
If he does sub, he is a total size queen and adores overstim.
one idea that I find really interesting is that (early) Roman culture and religion could arguably have been a multicultural amalgam!
here's a passage I've highlighted from ''Religions of Rome: Volume 1, A History'' by Mary Beard, John North, & Simon Price
... Recent work, particularly in archaeology, has cast doubt on the idea of an early, uncontaminated, native strand of genuine Roman religion; and it has suggested that, rather than seeing pure Roman traditions gradually polluted from outside, Roman religion was an amalgam of different traditions from at least as far back as we can hope to go. Leaving aside its mythical prehistory, Roman religion was always already multicultural.
(Beard, North, Price, 1998, p. 12)
and this tendency to absorb other cultures can also be tied to Rome's founding myths when Romulus accepted people from diverse backgrounds (like slaves and fugitives) when the City was still new and growing
Note: Livy (in Ab Urbe Condita, Book 1) and Plutarch (in Parallel Lives, Life of Romulus) have mentioned this when retelling the early history of Rome and Romulus
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Romanization / Syncretism of Foreign Deities and Cults
throughout history there have been clear examples where the Romans also absorbed (through Romanization) other foreign cultures by directly accepting foreign deities and cults: like the Mystery Cults of Isis (Egypt), Kybele, a.k.a. Magna Mater (Phrygia), Mithras (Persia); or by Syncretism of a Roman deity with a local foreign deity: like Jupiter Dolichenus (with a Hittite-Hurrian deity, from Doliche, in Roman Syria)
Evocatio
an example of how foreign deities could have been accepted into Roman culture and religion was Evocatio, a war strategy and ritual performed by Roman generals to 'persuade' a foreign deities to abandon the settlement and people they were protecting and be welcomed into Rome instead
one historical (and well-known) example is the evocatio of Juno Regina from Veii, an Etruscan city in 396 BCE (Beard, North, Price, 1998, pp. 34-35)
I was supposed to read ''Connecting Isaic Cults'' by Tomáš Glomb, but apparently the Muses really wanted me to brain dump my ideas and possessed me into writing this
Brett Anderson and the gang reminded us just how brilliant they were in an astonishing one-off reunion concert for charity
Reviewed by Simon Price
To celebrate the 11th anniversary of Suede’s reunion gig on the 24th of March, 2010, here’s an excellent review of it by the one and only Simon Price.
The Independent on Sunday, 28 March 2010
YUI MOK / PA WIRE
Suddenly, everything stops. Suede have just delivered a swaggering, rump-shaking rendition of "Metal Mickey", their second single, and Brett Anderson simply stands there, gazing around the upturned fruit bowl of the Royal Albert Hall in disbelief, drinking in wave after wave of deafening applause and grinning like a lunatic, occasionally mouthing the words "Come on!" It's a spontaneous moment, and, he'll tell me later, one of the greatest of his life. After a small eternity, he steps back to the microphone. "We ain't finished yet ..."
Suede's five men in black have pulled it out of the fire with fearless hands. And make no mistake, there was fire. The song that precedes their arrival at this reunion show, Sex Pistols' gloriously vile "Bodies", keeps cutting in and out like a faulty hearing aid and, from the cybertronic Shirley Bassey of opener "She" through the subsequent six songs, the band struggle through what is – at least to the ears of this skyline swine in the Circle – the worst sound heard at a professional gig in 25 years.
Whether through English unflappability or obliviousness (it transpires it's the latter), they drive on until, on "Killing of a Flashboy" – their outrageously great B-side from 1994 – everything flows. This, I presume, is the moment that Roger Daltrey, of all people, complains to Suede's soundman that it's "too loud", much to bassist Mat Osman's delight when he's told about it afterwards.
Funny what absence does to the heart. When Suede played their farewell shows in 2003, few beyond the devoted seemed to care. Since they announced this one-off concert, everyone I know has been insane with excitement. I vomit three times before showtime from nerves-by-proxy (there were, admittedly, contributory factors).
Tonight Suede remind us, in considerable style, why they were one of only two British rock bands in the early Nineties worth giving an Eartha Kitt about. What Suede represented was nothing short of a rebellion. At a time of bearded grunge machismo and faux-Americanism, here was a band whose singer had the poise of a Piccadilly rent boy circa 1955, with a debut single which sounded like Adam and the Ants falling down the stairs while a drunk Mick Ronson played the queasy, teetering riff of his life, and with insouciantly provocative lyrics like "He writes the line/Wrote right down my spine/It says 'Oh, do you believe in love there?'"
Brett Anderson emerged as a Byron of suburban ennui, a small-town romantic with a distinctive lexicon of nuclear skies and council homes, and Suede came to embody an entire lifestyle, figureheads for a generation of young, sexually ambiguous hedonists as celebrated and mythologised in such subcultural anthems as "Trash" and "The Beautiful Ones". They also inadvertently kicked the door down for Britpop, but let's not bear grudges.
Suede, with immense class, have played their big comeback card for the Teenage Cancer Trust, the realities of which are brought home by the girl sitting next to me, allowed out of hospital for one night, with an intravenous valve bandaged to each arm.
Anderson has regrown his fringe, the better to resemble the Brett we met on "The Drowners". Others don't need to try. Spookily, Neil Codling, the otherworldly keyboardist, has barely aged over the last decade.
Brett's on ravenous form tonight, going commando in tight, grey Sta Prests (occasionally reaching down to readjust the boys in the barracks), falling to his knees, riding the monitor wedge, plunging into the photo pit to get mobbed and molested, booting bottles of Evian into the air, flipping his hip and clapping like slo-mo flamenco.
Packed into a narrow strip at the front of a cavernous stage, he and the band – reassembled in their late- Nineties incarnation – are on a burning mission to remind the world how great they were. A 21-song salute to their back catalogue takes in their cocky, talent-dripping debut album Suede, the baroque masterpiece Dog Man Star whose troubled birth-pangs culminated in the departure of guitarist Bernard Butler, Coming Up, the exuberant post-Butler classic which propelled them to festival-headlining status, the drug-damaged but patchily brilliant Head Music, a scattering from Sci-Fi Lullabies (the greatest B-sides album ever made), but nothing from the unloved final album A New Morning (though its saving-grace single "Obsessions" was on standby).
This quite astonishing return to the spotlight ends with "Saturday Night", a song whose video featured then- unknown Ashes To Ashes star Keeley Hawes (that's how long ago it all was). Anderson, stumbling to express how happy tonight has made him, jokes "Let's do it again ... in another seven years." Something tells me Suede ain't finished yet.
Greek sanctuaries were carefully placed, within an urban, suburban or rural context. The urban sanctuaries were situated in a variety of contexts. Though the Parthenon stood out at Athens and 'makes a great impression on sightseers' as the author of a guidebook to Greece noted in the third century BC, this was unusual. Most urban sanctuaries did not tower over their towns like medieval cathedrals; rather they were integrated into the fabric of urban life, especially with the development in the classical period of imposing secular architecture.
Key Themes in Ancient History: Religions of the Ancient Greeks, Simon Price
Alright!! Took forever, but here we are! Pt 2 of the soap dildo fic.
3,350 words, Jesus Christ
Cw: Overstimulation, safeword check ins. Like perceived noncon? Johnny gets a bit confused and concerned at Simon crying during sex. Everything is consentual however.
Lemme know if I missed any.
Johnny groaned, letting himself flop back against Price’s chest with a sigh.
Rough warm hands cupped his face, as Price softly kissed him, causing soap to taste himself in Prices mouth, and god that was hot.
Simon was resting his head on price's knees while rubbing a firm hand up and down Johnny's torso, it was comforting. And if there was a heaven, this was it, decided Johnny.
He felt so warm, and good, tired but safe and content. He'd never cum that hard before, but god did it want him to cum like that more.
Was this how Price and Simon came everytime? If so- soap froze.
Neither Price or Simon got to get off at all.
Oh fuck, neither of them got to cum at all. He pushed himself up to sitting, ignoring the questioning hum from Price.
“I… you two didn't get ta cum.”
Price huffed a soft laugh. “It's fine Lovie, we don't need to”
Johnny stared in disbelief “Cumming is like…. Tha best…. Why would you not wanna cum??”
He couldn't understand why they weren't more pressed at the lack of cumming they did.
Simon chuckles, pressing a kiss to Johnny's lips. “Johnny we don't need to cum to have a good time. Sure cumming is nice, but it's not required. We were focused on making sure your first times were good.”
Johnny blinks at them. The idea of sex without really caring if they came seemed … ridiculous. Did they really not mind? He just couldn't see the appeal.
Price rolls his eyes slightly “I mean yeah cumming is good, but we were focused on you which is fine. Or Si and I can just fuck later, okay love?”
Johnny nodded slowly, face flushing pink at the thought of Price and Simon fucking. He couldn't help the mental picture.
Unfortunately for him, Simon didn't even take a second to pick up on his flushed face. “Oh you like the thought of us fucking, Johnny? Getting you going is it?”
Johnny squeaked burying his face against Prices chest “Shut up LT!”
Simon however, did not shut up, instead he sat up, leaning over to speak directly into Johnnys ear. “You wanna see us fuck don't you? Wanna be a little voyager”
And Johnny felt his face turn bright red. He did. He did wanna watch them fuck.
What would that even be like? He'd only braved porn a few times and certainly never gay porn.
What would it be like, being able to watch, hear… maybe even touch.
Johnny nods quickly looking away, face bright pink as Simons hands tilted his head back. “Well that can be arranged.We were planning on fucking later, but we can now."
Johnny nodded, slowly looking back at the two, as Price pushed Simon back on the bed with one hand, before turning to Johnny. “How about I show you how to make him feel good, yeah? Maybe even give you a little go, before I fuck him silly.”
Johnny couldn't help the slightly confused blink, he genuinely assumed Simon would be controlling, but with how easy he was going down, that didn't seem to be the case.
He sat back, mind reeling as he watched the two quietly discuss a thing or two, probably boundaries he assumed.
Simon already looked so pretty, his eyes were half lidded and face a light pink tinge.
Oh fuck he was so so gay.
He barely noticed the two were done talking, until he felt a warm, calloused hand grab his, gently tugging it over towards Simon.
“Want me to show you how to make him feel good, yeah Lovie?”
Johnny nodded gulping as his hand made contact with Simons warm soft skin. He felt so soft, so nice, fuck Johnny could touch him all day.
Price gently moved the hand down, towards Simons dick, encouraging Johnny to take it. “Just like jerking off yourself yeah? Just up and down Lovie, you'll make him feel good.”
Johnny swallowed harshly, he'd barely ever had any contact with anyone, let alone touched anyone's dick. He slowly wrapped a slightly shaking hand around Simons pretty prick.
It felt warm and heavy, and also just right. Simon was already so hard, his dick heavy sitting in Johnnys palm.
He tried to get his wits about him, breathing deeply. He didn't want to just sit here holding Simon's dick, he wanted to make him feel good.
Like Price said. He adjusted his position, slowly dragging his hand up and down.
Price…. Wasn't wrong. It was alot like masturbating, but also different, it wasn't an angle he was used to. He felt he was being sloppy and uncoordinated, but Simon nonetheless was moaning and squirming under him.
He was slowly gaining some confidence moving his hand a bit faster, watching Simon moan. This was nice, watching someone enjoying themselves like that.
Then Simon let out a noise that Johnny really wasn't sure what it was, it was a lot louder and sounded almost like a pained whimper.
Johnny's hand pulled away incredibly fast as he stared at Simon in concern. Then he heard a badly concealed snort from behind him. “Johnny. … I…I promise you didn't hurt him, okay? Simon is just a very vocal boy, you were doing good”
Johnny hesitated .. “But … he… that was a whimper”
Price nodded “Yeah, cause you were doing good, twisting your wrist like that when you are stroking his dick feels heavenly, Love”
Johnny slowly nodded wrapping his hand back around Simon, flushing at the downright wanton moan it pulled from the man.
He was still unsure, but considering Simon was bucking his hips and moaning loudly, the scot assumed he was doing okay.
He continued jerking his hand, still slightly clumsily but getting the hang of stroking someone else's dick.
Price still had one hand on the small of Johnny's back, rubbing encouraging circles, and he was covering the other one in the lube.
The scent of strong artificial strawberry invaded his senses and he couldn't help but watch, his eyes glued to Prices fingers, rubbing the sticky clear liquid between them.
His cock gave another valiant throb as he watched. It was almost mesmerising. Price glanced up at the Scot, slowly pushing a finger into Simon, and fuckkk Johnny felt his stomach twist in mild fear and arousal.
It looked so hot, but he couldn't help the fear, didn' that hurt? It was so odd to watch so he tore his gaze away looking up at Simon instead and …..oh… fuck.
Simon was absolutely melting into the covers, whole face a light pink, eyes half lidded and looking down at Price. He didn't seem to be in pain at all, infact, he looked… a little.. impatient?
Price was slowly moving the finger in Simon, and Johnny just couldn't choose whether to look at that or Simons face.
Simon was starting to look annoyed, but before Johnny could ask, Simon glared at Price. “Come on you fucking tease. You know I can take itt. Why the hell are you going one finger at a time so slow??”
Price sighed, “You know why. I know you don't need prep, but it would be good for Johnny to see”
Johnny paused, was Simon getting annoyed because price was doing something for him? Oh god he was probably gonna hate him now.
Simon blinked at Prices words before giving in “Oh…. Yeah… just.. don't take forever.”
Johnny relaxed slightly, Simon didn't seem at all mad, just impatient to get fucked.
Johnny watched as Price lubed up another finger, inserting it. It was so odd to watch, it slid in so easily, he couldn't believe it.
Apparently Simon couldn't believe he was only getting two fingers so far either, because he began to whine. “Priceeeeeee pleaseeee come onnn. You're being a teasee”
Price simply rolled his eyes with a fond smile. Before gently pressing on Johnny's back, urging him forward. “Go keep his mouth busy, would you love?”
Keep his mouth busy? Johnny blinked, The fuck did that mean?? He shuffled up towards Simons head, sitting near it, and looked back uncertainly at Price.
Price glanced back up. “Like kiss him, or give him your fingers to suck on… or dick if you are up for more stimulation, basically just keep his mouth busy so he stops being a whiney brat.”
Johnny felt his face flush slightly, but nodded, gently placing a kiss on Simons lips. The idea of kissing him, or having him use his mouth to distract from whining was… oddly hot.
Simon seemed to take to the new task quickly, licking eagerly into Johnnys mouth, while moaning softly
.Simon was not only mouthy it seemed but handsy. He had no hesitation to start running his warm hands all over Johnny's still bare torso with satisfied hums. Johnny knew he was kissing badly, he really didn't know what he was doing.
But luckily Simon had no issues leading, the Brits hands tugging Johnny's head down, threading in his hair.
And when Johnny needed to pull back for air, Simon simply grabbed his fingers sucking on them.
And fuck that made his gut coil. It wasn't even as vulgar as when Simon had been sucking his dick, barely an hour ago, but god.
Simon knew what he was doing, tougue rolling skillfully around the digits while he hollowed his cheeks. But yet Simon was so gentle.
Well… Johnny glanced back at price for a second. Simon was gentle with Johnny.
Simon, however was bucking his hips against Price's hands desperately trying to get them deeper. And the captain's thighs were covered in little red lines from Simon's nails.
It only took about 3 minutes before Price had what Johnny thought were 4 fingers in, it was hard to tell.
But either way, Simon was not happy at the fact he did not have a dick in him. He was whining and bucking his hips more then ever, still gentle with Johnny, but Prices thighs actually had a few drops of blood from how much he was scratching.
Price pulled his fingers out, promting a loud keening whine from the lieutenant. “Oh shut it. You know I'm pulling out so you can actually get the dick you've been begging for you brat”
Simon huffed, deciding to instead pull Johnny back down for more kisses, nipping at his lips.
Johnny gave a slightly surprised squeak but melted into it quickly, glancing down towards price as he watched the captain line himself up.
Simon moaned loudly into his mouth as he was penetrated, hands instinctively scrambling for purchase on the back of Johnny's head.
Johnny gulped overwhelmed by even the sight, he sat back on his heels, drinking in the majestic sight. Simon, eyes blown wide, face a pretty pink flopped limply against the pillows.
The scot slowly let his eyes drag lower, down to Price's calloused hands gripping the lieutenants plush thighs. Futher to the join of them, and then up prices toned body. The work of art of muscle and scars covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
Johnny knew he was still spent, but fuck his cock was certainly trying to get hard at this sight.
He groaned softly, sitting back slightly to watch, even as Simon continued to drag that skilled damn tougue over his fingers. Johnny watched in awe as Price gripped Simons thighs, hoisting him up to better the angle and he began rolling his hips.
Johnny couldn't even help the half crazed thought that he would love to be in Simon's position, or Prices for that matter. They fit together so well, Simon was groaning around Johnny's fingers, barely understandable begging escaping, urging Price to fuck him already.
Price seemingly took that to heart, adjusting his grip, before suddenly beginning to thrust. They weren't small thrusts either, fast and hard, hips slamming together.
“Yeah? You fucking like that you slut? Been begging for this cock for weeks”
Johnny gulped, shoving down his slight concern. It was fine, he knew they had safe words and shit.
Sure Price was seeming a little rough, but Simon was moaning. His head was flung back gasping, whole face pink, even stretching down to his chest, hands grabbing Price, as he chanted a barely understandable mix of cuss words, and the word ‘Yes’ like a broken record.
Johnny really didn't think he could cum a second time, but it was certainly a sight.
Price somehow continued rubbing Johnnys head and thighs while fucking the lieutenant, and god Johnny could melt under that touch.
His eyes were fixed on the open, dirty mouth of Simon as he groaned and moaned, cumming with a yelp. ..But Price didn't stop.
He continued thrusting deep and hard. At first Johnny thought, oh he was just thrusting a few more times to finish himself. But he wasn't.
Johnny really felt his heart rate rise when he saw the tears on Simons checks, the man was crying, turning into loud sobs. God. Did Price not care? Or did he just not notice?
Johnny gulped slightly as Price looked down at Simon, scoffing. “Oh yeah. You got what you've been begging for, and your already crying about it you slut.”
What. What the actual fuck? Since when was Price such a fucking dickhead? He was so nice with Johnny… but Simon was literally sobbing and limp, and he wasn't fucking stopping?
Simon was sobbing more than ever clutching weakly at the pillows, whole face red with tears streaming it.
And… Johnny just couldn't.
He didn't know why Price was suddenly so so rough, he wasn't sure how he'd react if Johnny tried to stop him, but he couldn't.
He couldn't sit here and watch one of the men he loved like that without trying to help at least.
Johnny hesitantly speaks up “....Uh… Price?”
The man in question immediately turns his head to Johnny “Yeah Lovie? What's up, darling?”
Johnny blinked. Hard.
What? Why the fuck was Price being… so soft and nice? The captain was still calling Johnny by those sweet little pet names that made his heart swoop.
But he was also still fucking the sobbing Simon. Johnny was so confused, he didn't know what to feel, Price didn't seem to have turned to a total arse.
He was greatful and happy Price was being just as sweet. But still full of concern, and fear, and anger that he was fucking the clearly upset Simon so roughly like that.
“Si…Simon is crying…like…. Really hard…I-”
Prices face seemed to move through a few emotions before settling on abject horror “I-..Fuck Lovie… did we not?.. Fuck how did I forget to explain”
Price stopped moving, gently cupping Johnny's face, rubbing a thumb along his cheek bone.
“Darling I am so sorry”
Johnny blinked at him, desperately trying to decide why he was apologizing to him, and not poor Simon.
Simon who was…… Clawing prices hips? And whining as soon as he stopped?
This made no sense, Johnny glanced between them a few times, in utter bafflement. Simon had been sobbing, why did he seem… Upset?
Price finally seemed to put care towards the scratching at his hips when a nail drew blood. “Oh shush you brat, I'll continue in a minute,.... We… kinda forgot to explain overstim to Johnny and he's worried”
Price moved one hand to lazily jerk off Simon, satiating him for the moment as he moaned softly going limp Before he turned his attention back to Johnny.
The thumb on Johnny's check continued to rub, making him relax slightly, even amongst his confusion and slight fear. “I…what?.. I'm.. so confused”
Price looked guilty as Johnny spoke hesitating, eyes softening. “I know love… I'm sorry…Can't believe we forgot to explain that… I mean I knew it would end up happening.. and I didn't think to explain it to you.. of course you'd freak out.”
Johnny slowly began to relax, he still wasn't sure what was happening, but price was still a safe person in his mind.
Simon was clearly… fine… At least kinda. He actively was wanting this, even though he was sobbing. And Price was giving it to him… not pushing boundaries.
The captains warm hand moved to card though his hair. “It's called overstimulation love. It's basically pushing him far past the usual limits. He loves it, he can still absolutely safe word or back out at any time”
Johnny paused slowly nodding “So… he… he likes it? Even though he is.. sobbing” he murmured softly, leaning into the hand in his hair.
Price nodded, before pulling his hand back, gently tapping Simons thighs “Love, what's your colour?”
The blond cracked his eyes open, blatantly glaring at Price. “Fucking green. You know it's bloody green. Come on, you cunt!”
Price huffed, rolling his eyes, but started thrusting again, slower but deep and hard.
“See love, the crying is a natural reaction that happens with a lot of stimulation. Yes he's overwhelmed, but it's fun and he wants to continue”
Johnny nodded again, starting to feel really silly for getting so worked up. He knew Price.
Price had been so so big on making sure Johnny understood boundaries, he wouldn't have just ignored Simons.
And now… was Simon gonna be mad at him, for stopping it temporarily? Just because he got unsure? Jesus he was-
His train of thought got cut off by Price's hand grabbing his. “Come on, wanna keep helping him feel good?"
Johnny nodded immediately, letting his hand be guided back to the achingly red prick. He knew how to do this.
He began jerking him again, almost entranced by the keening whines, mixed with sobs. Now that he knew it wasn't from … being upset, it was intriguing.
Simon looked so pretty like this, clearly blissed out, despite the tears on his cheeks.
It came as a shock to Johnny when his hand was suddenly covered in cum with no reason.
He froze slightly, unsure about this. He'd never touched another man's cum before, was this blasphemy?
Actually fuck it, he didn't care. He carefully continued moving his hand, when price gently nudged him.
As his hand moved, more slick now from the cum, he couldn't help but have his mind flooded with the thought of when Simon.. kissed price with a mouth full of Johnny's cum.
It was horribly dirty… but hot.
His eyes darted down to the mess of cum on Simon's stomach again.He slowly moved his second hand down, dipping the fingers in the cum.
He was curious, sue him.Johnny slowly moved the hand covered in Simon's seed up to his mouth and licked the tips of his fingers.
He couldn't help but scrunch his face as a salty taste assaulted his mouth. It was strong and bitter, but also… a bit satisfying.
However he was more preoccupied on the guttural moan that came from his side.
Price's face was flushed bright pink, and he was breathing heavily. Had .. had he just cum.. from seeing Johnny taste cum?Well that was an ego boost.
Johnny felt his face break into a slight smirk, he waited till Price glanced at him before licking more cum off his fingers.
Unfortunately it didn't have the intended effect, as he got much more cum in his mouth this time and the unexpected rush of salty and bitter made his face screw up harshly, and left him coughing.
“Hah… ugh.. eugh”
A slightly wet laugh came from below him. Simon, the arse, was laughing at him.
“Come on… I taste lovely Johnny.”
“Nu uh” The childish retort came before he even thought it through.
Johnny couldn't help his dick twitching at the sloppy wet noise made when Price pulled out.
He glanced down, watching the cum slowly drop out.
He also learned he had a new favourite thing, aftercare. Clean and warm, just cuddling and making stupid jokes. This was nice.
Simon finally spoke up “...We still didn't use the bloody dildo”
hiii! <D how's your day going? I've been reading your posts and I would really like to ask something- I've seen posts about this, but no one's really followed up with it, anyways- how do you think all of them would react to one of them feeling left out? Maybe they became injured and the others couldn't visit much because of work and other things but it still stung- or maybe they've been busy with recruits and forgot to visit their boy? Idk, I feel like it could be really angsty if it was a more of a "I'm so sorry, I forgot because I was stressed" than an intentional thing- OH, and it would specially sting if the one who got injured saw the others acting all lovie dovie (is that how you write it? Idk) with each other-
okay mm yesss.
How I can see that happening is like Simon who's still newer to being part of the poly group and trusting them all. Like only a few months in. And he gets injured decently bad.
Everyone kind of thinks of the last time he was injured, before they got real close it was. Simon was aggressive and stressed, he wanted no one near him, he didn't want them seeing him weak.
And the boys want to respect that previously enforced boundary. They don't want him to be even more stressed and upset.
Meanwhile Simon won't vocalise his want for comfort. He thinks they have all decided he isn't worth it.
