Smutty Wilmon: Simon going down on Wille for the first time.
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“I, uh— I’ve never really—um, is this…okay?” Simon presses himself up from the mattress and looks up the bed to Wilhelm’s face, flushed cheeks and eyes locked on him between Wilhelm’s thighs.
Wilhelm’s chest is rising and falling rapidly against the bed frame and his expression is one of incredulous amusement. Like he can’t quite believe Simon is asking him such a ridiculous question.
“Uh, yeah—,” Wilhelm chokes back a cough as Simon dips down to kiss him at the base, eyes piercing back at him, “-‘s more than okay.”
Simon feels courage swell from his chest at the encouragement and let’s his tongue run up the smooth ridges at the underside of Wilhelm’s hardness, then flattens it against the tip where the salty tang of precome stains his tongue, before wrapping his moist lips around the head.
Wilhelm lets out a long, guttural moan as his length twitches and raises further up, pushing more of his length to disappear between Simon’s lips. Wilhelm’s face is gleaning with a light trail of sweat as his tongue dampens his lower lips before biting down on it.
Simon’s arousal hardens and he feels like he might just come apart at the sight of Wilhelm so unbelievably turned on under his touch. He feels his hips thrust forward on instinct, pressing himself against the mattress, and his hands grip the sheets at the relief while trying to keep his head still. He swirls his tongue to tease the sensitive dip under Wilhelm’s tip once more.
“Oh god,” Wilhelm softly gasps. Simon feels Wilhelm’s fingers caress his cheek, temple, then tangle through his curls before cupping the back of his head and gently pushes.
Simon follows Wilhelm’s lead and slides down, letting Wilhelm’s thick heat slowly fill his mouth until he feels him firmly press against the back of his throat. It’s foreign, and slightly uncomfortable, but Wilhelm’s moans stop him from pulling back, riding the high of giving this boy as much pleasure as he can.
He feels fingers lightly tug at his curls and Simon slides his head back up the length, feeling the slippery trail of moisture his mouth leaves around Wilhelm. Without thinking, Simon pulls back to the tip before suddenly slipping Wilhelm’s whole length back in with one fluid motion, letting it hit deep at the back of his throat.
“Ah, fuck!” Wilhelm cries, and Simon feels Wilhelm’s hand grip his head down, his length twitching in Simon’s mouth. Simon is briefly held in place before he’s released, and Wilhelm’s heavy pants come through.
“Again.” It’s a statement this time. Not a request. And Simon feels the command surge through his body as he takes Wilhelm apart with his lips and tongue in a sloppy, passionate haze.
He remembers worrying if he would know what to do when the time came, but his body seems to know, and he lets his primal nature run his body through the motions, fuelled by Wilhelm’s cries of ‘yes’s, ‘more’s and ‘that’s good’s, and Simon thinks he’s discovered his own praise kink.
Wilhelm’s hips take a rhythm of its own and he’s thrusting into Simon’s lips with hisses of approval.
“Ah, ah, Simon, I’m— I’m close. I’m gonna c—,” Simon registers Wilhelm pulling him back to finish, but he shoots out a hand and takes Wilhelm’s hand into one of his own, the other hand gripping Wilhelm’s hips as he firmly wraps his lips around the centre of Wilhelm’s length and shoots his eyes up to show Wilhelm exactly what he’s planning.
And it seems to tip Wilhelm over. He comes with his lips in a silent ‘Oh,’ with hips vibrating uncontrollably. Simon holds on as he feels the hardness pulsate between his lips, salty streams painting his throat, and stars exploding behind his own eyes as he feels himself spill into the sheets under him.
As their tremors gently subside, Simon places a sticky kiss on the inside of Wilhelm’s thigh before climbing up the bed to lay next to Wilhelm. Wilhelm pulls him in by the face and kisses him tenderly, deeply and very, very comprehensively.
Simon chuckles lightly as their lips pull apart and nervously meets Wilhelm’s gaze, “Was it okay?”
Wilhelm smiles impishly and pulls Simon in for a kiss once more, “It was amazing, Simon. God, you were amazing,” he pauses and his eyes briefly flicker down, then back up again, “oh, um, do you want me to, um, return the favour?”
Simon feels a lazy smile spread across his face, endeared by Wilhelm’s shyness, given what they had just done.
“Maybe in a bit,” He meekly replies. At Wilhelm’s questioning expression, he explains, “I, uh, got a little excited watching you and I already, you know…”
Simon giggles, “Yeah. Took me by surprise too.”
Wilhelm grins and pulls Simon closer into their embrace, “Later, then.”
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