dude thinking about being best friends with simon who makes it your problem that he hasn’t gotten his dick wet in months now since his previous partner left him high and dry that one day, the one day that you just want to sleep early, when he groans and grumbles about being so pent up, you just. jump him.
you push him down your bed, slapping his hand away when he fumbles for his zipper because you got it—just anything to get this over with—and you half-stumble at seeing how big he is, soft, before tugging his cock out of his boxers.
simon whimpers at your touch, hisses a, “gentle,” and you bite out a curt sorry before gathering your spit, letting it pool in your jowls, and spitting it on the head of his prick. he lets out a quiet hum at the sensation, dick twitching along, and it’s just slightly fascinating.
he is heavy and thick in your mouth, warm and hard and feverishly hot. his hand curls on the back of your head, not really pushing but the weight holds you down like a tether. but if you’re being honest? you know that no power in this damn world would make you pull him out. it’s just that he’s filling you so much, scratching the itch to have your throat stuffed that you didn’t even know you had. and simon’s scent. christ, you didn’t even know someone could smell this heady. he smells so masculine in a light that you’ve never really seen him in because, well, it’s simon.
you’ve known him since you could sing your alphabets. since his baby teeth fell off, since that damn snake, since his damn dad. he was just simon for so long, but now, you feel the memories being peeled off with every passing minute.
you feel like you’ve been reduced to this moment. to this sensation. and you’re not even being fucked yet.
what the fuck.
“m’close,” simon pants out. he’s so tensed, his muscles locked up as he holds himself back from bucking into your mouth, and the sentiment makes your heart all gooey so in the next stroke, after a long breath in, you gobble all of him at once.
simon chokes on his moans, sputtering, both hands falling to your head now for purchase. he thrusts once, then remembers his valiant efforts and forces his ass down to the mattress again. you hear him struggle to breathe, his moans and his gasps blending together until all he could sound out is a broken rattle of your name.
shucks, how’s he so cute?
he cums with a reverberating moan, the sound rattling you to your bones. you sit there, blinking at the pressure, trying to remember how to breathe before you lose yourself and sputter and choke to death which would be so embarrassing if you did die like this.
it feels like years passed when simon finally lets you up and you slip off his cock with a resounding pop. you gather the remnants of his spunk on your tongue, sitting on the balls of your feet to tilt your head up at him, waiting until he could notice that you’re geared up for the final act.
when his eyes finally flick to you, questioning, you open your mouth to show him the remaining cum you weren’t able to swallow before snapping your jaw shut and audibly gulping. simon’s nostrils flare as he watches you, and his shiny-shimmery cock twitches from where it rests on his thigh when you open your mouth again, dropping your tongue to show him how good you’ve been, swallowing all he spilled.
“christ,” simon puffs out, heaving, and wow, look how sweaty he’s gotten. “yer fuckin’ gross.”
you scrunch your nose at his reply, slapping his knee in retaliation, before standing up with a groan to drop beside him. the mattress dips. you’re left all pressed up on him.
“y’know i did that on purpose, right?” he finally says after a long period of silence.
you laugh, rolling your eyes at him. “i got it ten minutes in, si. i’m not that slow.”
he pushes you away. you roll back to him.
“s’your turn,” you chirp.
“please,” simon replies with so much emotion and you startle at how fast he surges off the bed to drop between your legs. you laugh, reaching to brush his hair off his eyes, and simon gazes back at you with a shy little smile and—
