The first time he did it, it made Simon melt. They had been kissing, really, properly kissing in a way that was definitely leading somewhere this time, and Simon didn’t want to stop but the walls were very thin, and he didn’t want any interruptions, and Wille had already started undressing him and he wanted him so much. He pulled away slightly, leaning over to turn the volume up on his computer, and Wille’s hand lingered.
A soft, oh so gentle brush off fingertips against his lower back, like he didn’t want to break their connection, like he had to be touching Simon even in some small way.
Simon turned back to him, “So they can’t hear us next door.” He swallowed, mouth a little dry.
Wille smiled, “Does that make you horny?”
He laughed, and Simon laughed, too, rolling his eyes at this silly, sweet, adorable boy he couldn’t believe he’d been so wrong about, “Just shut up.”
He pulled Wille’s arms back around his waist, low, so he could feel his hands on that same spot again.
Simon loved Wille’s hands all over him, but he especially loved them there.
Sometimes the touch was chivalrous, polite, guiding him through a doorway, or gesturing him to go first in the lunch queue. Sometimes it was comforting, reassuring. I’m here. You’re safe. I’ve got you. Sometimes it was eager, desperate, encouraging Simon deeper inside his body, harder, faster. Don’t stop. I need you.
Simon adjusted the white gold band on his finger, thinking about all those first touches and the ones that followed them, sneaking a quick grin at Wille as the registrar showed them where to sign, Wille’s hand resting gently on the small of his back.
For @youngroyals-events Simon’s Month day 27 - ‘physical touch’ x
