#maybe!

A little handheld thing with a pointed buzzy attachment. Sits you down between his big legs and gets to work. 

Your panties aren’t even off. Slick has drenched through them but Simon insists on doing it this way. Letting the little head of the massager knock against your clit again and again. 

There’s like five settings max but the first one is just perfect. Simon rolled the makeshift vibrator up and down your lips and through the wet fabric of your panties. 

His big hand is under your shirt flicking your nipple. It’s all too much yet not enough. 

“Simon honey… oh shit— please…” 

He’s been trying to find the right spot for a while. First right on your clit, then just a little bit above. But now that it’s positioned near the bottom where all the little nerves come together under the hood and it feels like waves of heat shooting up your legs. 

“Right there lovie?” 

Simon feels helpful. He’s always helpful but right now it feels like he’s accomplishing something. Knocking down your sexual frustrations like it’s just another mission. Helping you cum like he’s actually worth a dime. 

“Fuck— yes. I’m gonna cum. Please baby. M’cumming.” 

And sparks fly in Simon’s chest when he watches you wiggle around in his hold. Eyes shutting and hands trying to find something to grab onto. That something being his thigh and he gladly lets your nails dig in. A small reward is your markings. 

Breathing turning into more moaning. Chest rising and falling. The pleasure that etches your face makes Simon feel over the moon. 

He lets you ride it out. Keeps it on just long enough to where it almost hurts with overstimulation. You let out a soft breath when it’s off, chest rising and falling only to turn in his grip. Aching to have his lips on yours. 

Simon kisses you and it’s wet with everything he wished to give you. Long and drawn out with your hand in his hair. 

“Thank you.” You mumble, feeling completely floaty and satisfied. 

“Just doin’ my job.” 

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Oh he folds instantly.

Being in a relationship with Cross is literally the modern embodiment of a knight and his princess/prince/royalty. He is always putting himself between you and harm, whether the harm is verbal or physical. One thing goes wrong and he's already in front of you.

So calling him ANYTHING related to knights, especially if it involves pointing out how well he protects you?? Holy shit. You cracked the code.

No matter how far along you are in your relationship, no matter how comfortable Cross has gotten with your compliments, this will successfully get him to smile like a dork. Even if he tries to cover that smile, it's still noticeable in the way the corners of his eye sockets crinkle up.

...There's a chance that Cross will attempt to meet the gesture by calling you his princess/prince/etc., then immediately cringe because he feels awkward about it.

Well. At least he tried.