âI canât believe you wrote a song for me.â
Wilhelm mumbles into Simonâs hair, voice free of the judgement or teasing tone Simon expects.
Their laying tangled into each other on top of his bed, rays of the blazing summer sun escaping trough his blinds. Itâs way too hot to be this close to each other, Simon can feel his shirt sticking to the skin on his back, can feel the dampness of sweat between their entangled hands on top of Willeâs chest.Â
Simon groans a little in embarrassment as he pushes closer, wriggles his leg more between Willeâs in an attempt to crawl into his boyfriends skin. A strong arm moves from the nape of his neck and curls around his waist, pulls him the slightest bit closer so that heâs laying halfway on top of Wille.Â
Wille lifts their joined hands from his chest and presses a light kiss to Simonâs knuckles, lets it linger just long enough for him to feel Willeâs warm breath flow over his own hand.Â
The top of his fingers find their way between Simonâs shirt and pants, caress his skin there in slow, smooth strokes.Â
âI really liked it.âÂ
Simon can feel the rumble of Willeâs voice from where his nose is touching Willeâs neck. And though he says it so quietly that Simon almost misses it, the earnestly that seeps through it is so undeniably Wilhem.Â
He does that, sometimes. Makes Simonâs reserve crumble with the simplest comments, spoken casually like its just another fact, like saying the sky is blue or that the grass is green. Like he has no idea that it makes Simon debate between climbing him like a tree or making his brain short-circuit. Itâs unfair, that one boy can make him forget how to function and make him smile like itâs the easiest thing in the world with just a handful of words.
Simon moves his head back a tad, meets Willeâs eyes from where he was already watching Simon, observing as always.Â
âYou didnât think it wasâŚâ Simon sweeps a loose strand of hair behind Willeâs ear, his expression patient, waiting for Simon to find the right words, âI donât know, a little silly?â
Willeâs brows twitch, he moves his own hand to Simonâs cheek. Caresses his thumb over the light blush thatâs forming there.Â
âNo, no never Simon.â He says, so honest, so serious. âyou- you have no idea how-â
Wille cradles the back of Simonâs head, fingers raking through damp curls, pulling him in, cuddling him closer into the space between his neck and jaw.Â
âI loved it, really.â
Simon muffles his slightly embarrassing giggle into Willeâs collarbone. Clutches tighter around him, the soft cotton of his shirt bunching up between his fingers. He lets out a small hum, âReally?â
Willeâs chuckle thrums trough his entire body, makes Simonâs head bop up and down.Â
Quick drabble & drawing because my current animations and writing want to make me blend my brain. :D