(to love another)

And also printed and cut out the Cards Against Hillerska game and made the box for it??

AND made a custom keychain of Every Night Fantasy that is also a NFC they coded themself that links directly to the ep on spotify???

Been working on this a little bit at a time for a while now and having a lot of fun. Lowkey big shane hollander vibes for Wille here, though this part was written before I know he existed as a character hehe

“Um,” he stammers, “this is my first time going so far with a guy . . .” Wille admits, because Simon makes him want to be truthful and open. “Is that okay?” He half expects that to be a deal breaker for Simon, but Simon steps closer again and smiles warmly, even as his eyes gleam with something interesting at Wille's words. 

“Yeah, baby, as long as you're okay,” Simon replies gently, hands reaching out to hold Wille's waist with his thumbs rubbing circles into his skin. Wille nods rapidly, eyes flickering all over Simon's body. 

“Yes,” he breathes out, “please teach me how to make you feel good.” Wille barely gets the words out before Simon's lips are back on his own, Simon now the one who's overly eager, but Wille definitely isn't complaining. Simon presses their bodies closer together, and Wille can't help but moan when he feels Simon's hard cock through the thin fabric of their briefs, feeling it more clearly now and breathing unsteadily at the delicious way their cocks press against each other. Wille kinda really wants Simon to fuck him, but he's always bitten off more than he can chew, and even he knows he's probably not ready for that yet. 

So when Wille can extricate himself from Simon's fervent lips on his own, Wille drops to his knees. He hopes it looks sexy, but all he can notice is his chest heaving and his wide, pleading eyes staring up at Simon, who has his mouth parted and looks a little shocked, like he's the one who can't believe he's here right now. And Wille thinks he might never get up from this position, because getting to see Simon above him, muscles tensing, eyes solely on him, his cock a few inches away from his head, feels so fucking right. 

“Please,” he says, not even caring about sounding needy anymore. “Please, can I suck you off?” Simon lets out a sharp exhale and then his hands are on Wille again, one carding though his hair while the cups his jaw, and Wille feels like nuzzling against his touch, kissing his palm and humming in satisfaction, yet greedy for more. 

“Baby . . .” Simon breathes out, wonder in his voice and gaze that fills Wille with giddy disbelief. His thumb ghosts over Wille's bottom lip again and Wille takes the initiative to open his mouth and slip it onto his tongue, his eyes fluttering at just having one small part of Simon inside of him. Simon's breathing gets unsteadier as he pushes his thumb inside, pressing down on Wille's tongue as Wille moans and sucks hard on it. He hollows his cheeks and looks up at Simon, wanting to prove that he can take the real thing, that he can do so good, even if he's never done this before.