#top simon

Simon rushes to get his clothes off, watching as his omega does the same. They scramble and almost trip a few times but soon enough, Jace is stalking towards him, both completely bare. The glint in Jace’s eyes has Simon’s cock twitching, desire pulsing through his veins. 

What Simon isn’t expecting is for Jace to shove him onto the bed with enough force to make him bounce before climbing onto Simon’s lap. Their hard dicks rub against each other as Jace holds Simon down, moving his hips to tease and torment Simon. 

“Oh god,” Simon gasps out when Jace’s tongue finds his throat. He begins to bite and nip at the skin, worrying it with his teeth, all the while his hips just keep on moving. 

Simon’s hands finally move. He finds Jace’s hips, digging his fingers into Jace’s skin before one hands moves further back. Jace shudders at the first feel of Simon’s fingers. 

As Simon’s finger finds Jace’s hole, Jace takes Simon’s lips in a fierce kiss. Simon moans from the dual sensation of finding his omega so wet and from Jace plunging his tongue into Simon’s mouth. Their tongues run against each other, Jace’s taste flooding Simon’s senses. His finger rubs circles around Jace’s hole, teasing him until Jace pushes back, forcing the finger inside. 

“Fuck,” Jace hisses as he rides his hips back, fucking himself on Simon’s finger. 

Simon loves it when Jace gets like this, chasing his pleasure, using Simon’s body as he sees fit, so lost in it all that he has no worries, no frustrations. He’s beautiful. Jace moans as a second finger is added, scissoring him open. Simon’s fingers are completely covered in slick with how wet his omega is, how turned on Jace is. 

Jace grips both of Simon’s wrists, pulling them away from his body and holding them over Simon’s head. “Enough. I’m ready and fuck, do I need it.”

“Then take it,” Simon says, leaning up enough to place open mouth kisses across Jace’s throat. 

With one hand holding Simon’s wrists against the mattress, Jace uses his other hand to line Simon up before slowly sinking down. He takes all of Simon’s cock without any teasing until his ass is against Simon’s pelvis. Jace throws his head back, tilted up towards the ceiling as he slowly swivels his hips, getting used to the intrusion. 

From Simon’s position, he can see the long line of Jace’s throat, his gorgeously tight chest, and his perfect, rough belly. Simon’s hands itch to touch where his baby is growing, making his mate radiant and glowing, despite what Jace says. 

“Yes. Fuck,” Jace murmurs under his breath as he begins to move, riding Simon’s dick as he sees fit. 

“Jace,” Simon whines as Jace continues to hold him down. “Please.”

Jace smirks down at Simon, his eyes shining omega gold. His fingers tighten around his wrists to the point that Simon’s sure there will be bruises later. It only makes Simon more turned on, his dick throbbing where it’s buried inside of Jace. 

Jace rides him until he’s panting, sweat dripping down his forehead and chest. He lets out a long groan before pulling off of Simon’s cock and flopping onto the bed on his side, his back to Simon. “I’m tired,” he murmurs. “You do the work.”

Simon turns onto his side, spooning up behind Jace. He eases his cock into Jace’s ass, rotating his hips and teasing his omega. When Jace whines, thrusting his hips back, Simon begins to fuck into him with long, hard thrusts, just the way Jace loves. 

Simon’s arms wraps around Jace’s middle, his hand landing on Jace’s large belly. He rubs his hand over the bump, his inner alpha roaring with dominance over being the one to do this, to have claimed his omega so thoroughly. 

“Fuck, Simon,” Jace moans as Simon’s hips pick up speed, the sound of their hips colliding resounding through the room. His hand moves lower, taking Jace’s erection into his palm, stroking him in time with his thrusts. 

“I love you,” Simon gasps out against the back of Jace’s neck. “I love you so much. My beautiful omega.”

“God, Simon,” Jace gets out, his ass tightening around Simon’s cock, his knot beginning to form at the base. “I love you, too. My fucking,” he says between pants, “idiot alpha. Love you. Now fucking knot me.”

Simon smiles against the back of Jace’s neck. Jace will always be bossy and sassy and Simon wouldn’t have it any other way. His knot continues to grow, stretching Jace’s ass wider with every thrust. His omega moans, begging for it, wanting to be tied together. It only takes a few more thrusts until he shoves all the way in, his knot growing too big to pull out. He grinds his hips just right to have Jace squeezing down, milking Simon’s orgasm right out of him. 

“Fuck,” Simon calls out as he comes, filling Jace with his seed and biting down on Jace’s neck. Jace whimpers as his own dick twitches in Simon’s hand, becoming impossibly harder before he finds his own release. 

Simon moans as Jace’s ass throbs around his knot, milking a second orgasm from him. Once he’s calmed enough, Simon lets go of Jace’s cock, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking the cum from his hand. 

Jace groans. “Don’t do that! I’m finally beat and ready to sleep. I don’t need to get frustrated again.”

Simon runs a soothing hand up Jace’s side before kissing his neck. “I’m sorry, angel.”

Jace hums contently, happy to snuggle into his pillows now that he’s got Simon’s knot tying them together. He’ll never admit it but he always sleeps better like this and who’s Simon to deny his omega anything. 

“I love you,” Simon whispers against Jace’s nape. 

“Love you too, Sunshine. Thanks for putting up with my crazy.”

“I’m glad you’re finally able to admit that, Jace. They say admittance is the first step.” Simon grunts as an elbow connects with his ribs. “I’m kidding. I can’t imagine sharing my life with anyone else.”

“Me neither, idiot.”

“Now go to sleep. Once you get a good night’s sleep you can go apologize to Alec for trying to fight him. Again.”

Jace grumbles around a yawn. “Fine. But I’d like it to be noted that I’m doing it against my will.”

“You smoke?”

It’s the first thing Snow has said to me all night. He’s been inside of the Leaver’s Ball all night, chatting up every teacher and student alike, and I couldn’t stand it. It’s like the flame once again, though I’ve been able to touch it multiple times now. However, having something that you know you can touch repeatedly whisked away from you multiple times is not something you want to see. So, in this case, I smoke to have that flame back. Perhaps literally.

“Only when I care to play with fire,” I respond coolly. I place the cigarette back in between my lips and take a drag, feeling the familiar burning of the smoke slipping down my throat and into my lungs. Snow laughs a little beside me, and he walks down the front steps of the hall to walk down and stand properly beside me. I look over at him and take the cigarette out of my mouth and blow the smoke out. “So, why are you not in there, schmoozing with all of your admirable followers?”

Simon’s brows furrow, and he looks over at me against the wall. “I wouldn’t consider any of them my friends, let alone my ‘admirable followers’,” he mumbles, kicking the ground with his shoes. He takes the cigarette out of my hands and takes a drag himself, coughing and spluttering from the smoke. His eyes water, and he looks over at me again. “Christ, how do you find this relaxing?”

I bite my lip as he hands the cig back, and I smile coolly. “I don’t. It’s quite a bad habit, actually, though it’s not like I’m smoking two packs a day or anything. It’s just something I shouldn’t do.”

“Obviously,” Simon comments, and I furrow my eyebrows over at him. “Go into the Normal world for a change, Baz. There’s plenty of research on these little cancer sticks.” He punctuates his sentence by plucking the cig out of my hand and dropping it before stomping it out under his foot.

“You haven’t answered my question,” I point out, staring over at him and feeling the cool brick lowering the temperature of my burning cheeks.

Simon takes in a deep breath through his nose, and he replies, “I wasn’t having any fun. Then I went to find you, and I couldn’t, so I came out here to look.” He turns towards me, and the moonlight casts his shadow across the wall. “Is that explanation enough for you?”

I huff out an indignant breath and say, “The Simon Snow would talk to me in front of actual people?” Simon shakes his head and looks back the way he was looking before.

“You’re an irritating asshole,” he spits out, clenching his fists against his sides and looking back at me. “I went to find you to talk to you because maybe I find you interesting, and maybe I enjoy your company, and maybe I’d like whatever is between us to be in the light of day for once, but you can’t even get it through your mind that I don’t have an ulterior motive, can you? I’m trusting you! Why can’t you do the same for me?”

I stiffen and step away from the wall. “You’re never going to understand anything, are you? It’s not easy being a Pitch, let alone being gay, let alone liking the only person your family wants you to kill! This isn’t easy,” I yell, gesturing between him and me before pointing at where the Leaver’s Ball is being held on campus. “And in there, when all I see is you practically flirting with everyone you come across in there, it isn’t exactly easy to stay there! And it isn’t exactly easy to know that you, at the end of the day, are still going to like me, or that you’re still going to want me when the rest of the world is bowing to you! Jesus!”

Walking away from him is always easier than walking towards him. It’s incredibly easier than dealing with him. However, it’s not easier than giving into him. It’s not easier than putting my trust in him. It’s not easier than just being with him. Nothing is easier than that.

An arm on my wrist turns me around and stops me in my tracks, and I turn only to come face-to-face with Simon. “What?” I snap.

Simon looks angry, too. His eyebrows are drawn into a frown, and his eyes are flaming, but he has more composure than me. “You’re an absolute git,” he starts, his voice much calmer than his expression, “and you annoy me a lot, and you think I don’t know when you eat salt and vinegar crisps during the night.” He gets a confused smile on his face, and continues. “I don’t understand what we are, but I want you to know that whatever strange thing this is, there’s not anyone else that makes me feel the same.”

There’s a split second where I feel pressured to speak, but Simon makes it fade as he leans in and kisses me softly. Sometimes when he kisses me like this, I wonder if this is what a kiss from anyone would feel like. Because a kiss like this doesn’t make me feel like I’m doing something wrong, and it doesn’t make me feel like I need to move, because Simon’s the one tilting his chin and pushing me back, and I’m the one going pliant in his hands.

My back hits a wall, and I open my eyes and break away from the kiss to see we’re at Mummer’s. No one is here, and our room is just up the stairs, but my legs feel like jelly, and I don’t trust myself to move. As I look up at the sky, Simon takes the opportunity to press open-mouthed kisses to my neck, slowly moving down my neck to my collarbone, unbuttoning the top few buttons of my dress shirt and sucking burning bruises onto my collarbone.

“Simon,” I whisper out. I thought it was going to be a shout, but it comes out like that. “Simon,” I say again, a little more insistent. I press my palms to his chest, and he leans back.

“What?” he asks quietly. “What is it?” He looks genuinely worried, and I laugh.

“Nothing’s wrong,” I reply breathlessly, running the flat of my palms down his suit jacket in hopes that it’ll soothe my nerves. “It’s just that I believe private affairs like this shouldn’t happen where anyone could come across us. So, I suggest we make our way to the room.” He shakes his head with a laugh and moves towards me to press another kiss to my cheek.

The way up to the room is a lot of almost tumbling down the stairs and stumbling to get the door open, but once it’s locked behind us, Simon practically jumps onto me, unbuttoning the buttons of my dress shirt quickly before pushing the shirt along with my suit jacket down to the floor. My hands shake as I try to do the same, but Simon takes my shaking hands in his and presses soft kisses to my knuckles.

“Don’t be nervous,” he whispers, unbuttoning his own shirt as my hands rest on his waist. “It’s nothing we’ve never done before. Once he’s down the tight tank top he wore under his dress shirt, and brings his hand to the back of my neck and pulls me flush against him, kissing me deeply and longer than before. His tongue slips into my mouth as his hands run over my arms and neck and practically any skin he can touch.

He pulls back from the kiss and yanks my tank top untucked from my pants and over my head before doing the same to himself. He then gently runs his hand over my chest and stomach before beginning to press a constellation of kisses across my shoulders and chest. He gently pushes me down onto my bed before climbing on himself. He’s down by my feet laughing as he takes off my shoes and socks and doing the same to himself. He scoots back up to me and smiles.

“Is this alright?” he asks, his hands going to his own belt.

I nod before saying, “Yeah,” breathlessly, my own hands moving to my own and trying to make quick work of the belt. It gets stuck under me, and I laugh awkwardly and blush before I tug the belt out and throw it onto the ground. I unzip my pants and yank them down as far as I can before I have to revert to kicking them off. Simon’s just as naked as I am when I’m done.

“Did you…” Simon trails off, indicating my boxers.

“Did I prep?” I ask for him. He nods, a dark red blush creeping onto his cheeks, and I take them in my hands before kissing him, still smiling when I pull back. “Yeah.”

“Okay,” Simon breaths out, laughing afterwards. I nod and laugh with him, and he kisses me again, his tongue making its way into my mouth and his hands travelling down my chest, running over my nipples and squeezing them. I moan into the kiss, and Simon breaks away. “Christ, that’s a beautiful sound,” he mumbles, squeezing them again as he continues to kiss me. His hands eventually leave my chest and run down to my boxers, gripping my hard dick through the thin material. “This alright?” he asks. I nod again, and he does as well before moving down to my neck and sucking more hickeys.

His hands leave my body for a second, and I look down to see him removing his boxers. He lifts himself away from my body completely and leans over towards the drawer, fishing out a condom and some lube. He sets them down on the bed before hooking his fingers under the band of my boxers and looking up at me in a silent question. I nod again, and he lifts my boxers up and off of my body. My dick finally springs free, and I hear the popping of a cap and see Simon spreading lube onto his hand before bringing his hand down to my dick and beginning to stroke.

“Oh, Jesus,” I groan, throwing my head back against the pillow as Simon slowly strokes his hand over my tip and back down slowly to the base. “God, yes, Simon.”

His hand leaves me, and I hear the cap again, only this time when his hand returns, it’s at my entrance, and Simon looks up at me. He rubs his fingers lightly against my entrance, sucking bruises onto my thighs and hipbones. As his first finger enters me, he also wraps his lips slowly around my tip, and I cry out. His finger moves slowly back and forth inside of me, quickly adding a second and third as he sucks down to the base of my dick.

“Simon, just,” I whine out, gripping onto the pillow and my hair, “please, please, I’m ready. I want it!”

Simon slowly removes his fingers from me and his mouth from my dick, and I whine when I feel nothing. Simon places quick kisses on my cheeks as he rolls on the condom and lubes up, aligning himself with my entrance and making eye-contact with me. “Please,” I whine out again.

Simon slowly presses into me, having to thrust just a bit to get all of him in. He bites his lip and groans silently, and when he bottoms out, he looks at me through hooded lashes. He hooks his arms under my legs and leans forward, his face a few inches up from mine. Simon begins to thrust slowly, letting out little gasps of breath as he enters me again. I reach my arms up from where it is resting against the pillow, and I make him rest his forehead against me. Simon begins to go deeper, faster, and I let my hand drop from his hair to stroke myself. The pleasure is burning against my insides, going millions of miles an hour down my nerves, and it makes me see white.

Simon’s breathing begins to get shorter and shallower, and before I know it, he’s whimpering, “I can’t, Baz. I’m gonna…” I squeeze down on his cock, and he groans loudly as his thrusts get progressively slower, and just as he’s about to stop, he presses against a spot inside of me that makes me scream out in pleasure, and I release all over my hand. My thighs shake as I come down from my high, and Simon slowly pulls out of me and gets off the bed gently.

He walks to the bathroom, and when he comes back, he’s got a warm washcloth in his hands. He walks back to me and wipes my stomach before tossing the washcloth into the dirty clothes hamper. Simon rests his head against my chest and breathes in deeply, and I feel that pressure to say something again.

“You’re staying in London, right?” he asks before I can say anything. I look down at his tuft of hair on my chest, and he looks up at me. “Penny and I are thinking of getting a place together, but if you were staying, and you wanted to…”

I smile down at him and whisper, “We’ve lived with each other for eight years now. Aren’t you tired of me?” Simon snorts and swats my chest lightly. “Do you mean that?”

“Yeah,” Simon mutters sincerely, running his hand up to my neck. “When you said earlier that it was hard being a Pitch, I just thought that if you moved in with me, you wouldn’t be looked at as a Pitch in my eyes. We could just do stuff as Simon and Baz.”