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Wilhelm is getting cranky, which might happen more often than he'd like to admit, but this time is different. This time Wilhelm is waiting to see his boyfriend. His boyfriend who he hasn't been able to officially call his boyfriend until two weeks ago.
By the wills of fate or sheer luck, whatever it can be named, Simon and Wilhelm managed to find themselves running in the same circles again, quickly landing in each other's arms. Whispering all the things they'd missed about each other while Wilhelm slowly took Simon apart one kiss at a time, then put him back together that exact same way. Slow and tender, the way he dreamed for so long, never thinking he'd have the chance, until he did.
That was six months ago when Simon had collected Wilhelm's number. They would meet on occasion. Sometimes they talked, sometimes they fucked, and other times they did both. Eventually, they found the sense to actually discuss what it all meant, admitting their feelings for each other, and deciding to give it another proper go.
Wilhelm knew that after officially becoming a couple, they weren't going to be able to live in the happy bubble they'd created for themselves the day it happened. But that didn't make Wilhelm want it any less. Want to stay bundled up in Simon's apartment forever, beneath his sheets laid entirely bare for the other. It was remarkable, that feeling. Of knowing it was just them. A moment for Wilhelm and Simon to share. To become lost in. To savour. To hold close to their chests and live within for as long as they wanted. Well, as long as they were able to escape the complexities of life.
Today, however, is the last day of a long stretch of meetings and appearances that Wilhelm has had to make since then. Between Wilhelm’s busy schedule, combined with Simon's studio time, they haven’t managed to see each other. But today, their schedules have finally matched up, and Wilhelm will actually be able to spend the night in the same bed as Simon. Which is something he's melting at the thought of already.
Wilhelm's not sure how he's managed the last two weeks without seeing Simon the entire time. It feels like ages since they've had a whole conversation that wasn't through a screen. It feels like even longer since he's touched him, kissed him, or fucked him senseless. Yes, the last one is equally as important as the others.
Wilhelm just has to get past this damn charity event that, yes, was planned by Wilhelm's organization, but that doesn't mean he actually wants to be front and centre of it. Of course, Wilhelm's top priority is supporting LGBTQ+ youths in finding the help they need. Apparently, having The Crown Prince's face plastered over posters helps bring awareness to the cause, and to have him actually show up to the events well, that makes their donations skyrocket. Which is all how Wilhelm landed a two-week tour based across Sweden, speaking at events and visiting schools, bringing awareness to the cause. It's necessary, and he's doing real good for his country, Wilhelm knows that, but he also just really fucking misses his boyfriend.
He knows Simon misses him, too. They've told each other as much. Be it through late-night phone calls whispered under the sheets or moans that chorus through the room as they talk each other through an orgasm. Which, sure, helps ease the wanting but… it's just not the same. It's not the way Wilhelm really wants Simon, and he wants him more than he knew he could. He wants him in ways they've not yet explored, in ways that both excite and terrify Wilhelm.
Maybe it's the distance that led Wilhelm to this realization. Perhaps it was when Simon had been on the other end of the phone and fucked himself open with a vibrator. Gasping into the mic and praising Wilhelm through the line. Telling him all the ways Simon imagined it was Wilhelm. How he was thanking Wilhelm for marking him up inside and making him feel so good despite not really being there.
Wilhelm would be lying if he said the whole thing hadn't piqued his curiosity because, well… it had.
Sure Wilhelm's fingered himself, and Simon has fingered him too. But they never… Simon never… well, he's never asked, so Wilhelm's not even sure it's something he wants. Which would be fine but… well, ever since that night, Wilhelm hasn't been able to stop thinking about it. About what it would be like to feel the stretch of Simon inside him, to be held by him. But more than that, he wants to give Simon what Simon gives him each time. The vulnerability that Simon emits when Wilhelm takes him apart and fucks him deep and slow, filling him up until they're both a whimpering mess. He wants to give that to Simon. He wants him to feel the swell of love that consumes Wilhelm each time he's inside his partner, giving Simon everything he has.
It's this that's been fogging Wilhelm's mind for the last three days. Making the final stretch of his tour drag on and the setup for the gala today particularly painful. He hadn't had time to stop at Simon's place before coming. Wilhelm's been in the same city as Simon for six hours and hasn't seen him once. He’s sure he's in a particular type of hell designed to torture him and only him.
A voice snatches Wilhelm's attention from the thoughts that begin to draw his blood north, which would not have been good, considering where he is. "They're ready for you." His assistant steps to the side, where a curtain separates the stage that's been constructed for the event from the back room.
The event coordinator has organized it so last stop of Wilhelm's small tour is to be hosted at the palace. An attempt, as she put it, to please the demographic that's been invited. That demographic being a collection of wealthier donors. The people who only hand their money over because Wilhelm is The Crown Prince, and they think it'll earn them status. This means it's mostly people Wilhelm grew up knowing. Which, for some reason, makes speaking in front of them ten times more difficult. Wilhelm's been working on his public speaking, and it has gotten better. It's just… well, sometimes it's a lot.
Still, Wilhelm straightens his jacket, adjusting it carefully at the cuffs, despite being tailored perfectly to fit his body. "Right, thank you," he smiles, brushing a nervous hand through his hair, probably messing up the way his stylist had worked hard for it to fall. He steps past the curtain and onto the stage, taking a deep breath as he does so.
It's just a simple welcoming address, thanking the attendees for coming and the volunteers behind the scenes that are the organization's backbone. He makes a joke that actually manages to pull laughter from the crowd. He only stumbles over his words once when his eyes land on a head of curls, seated at a round table. Simon blinks up at him with a small smile that says 'I'm proud of you' and warm eyes that say 'I love you'.
Wilhelm's chest blossoms at that, filled to his entirety with every ounce of longing and wanting that has held him captive throughout his travels. He misses Simon so fucking much. Just being in the same room as him is enough to have his heart aching and fingers twitching, wanting to reach out and pull him into the tightest hug he can muster. Which he fully plans on doing. He just needs to finish the damn speech.
When he finally closes off the welcome, he's greeted by smiles and applause. Swiftly moving toward the small steps off the stage, and down to the lower level where there’s a row of people that he’s sure he’s meant to speak to waiting. He attempts to shuffle past them but fails miserably when his assistant is by his side. She guides him toward a bearded man in a suit that somehow looks more pretentious than the monocle hanging from it.
Wilhelm takes a pause and scours the crowd of mingling people who stand at their tables sipping their bubbly refreshments. He doesn't spot Simon right away, but when he does, Wilhelm's chest yearns to reach for him. Simon sends him an understanding wave accompanied by a thin smile. Wilhelm returns the gesture, but before he can adequately mouth any sort of apology to his boyfriend, Wilhelm is whisked away toward waiting attendees.
"Crown Prince Wilhelm, lovely to see you." The monocle man says, his voice is comically perfect, matching the stature of the aged man before him. It's pretentious and gravelly, like years of hardship have shaped who he is, when in reality, Wilhelm is sure this man has never worked a day in his life.
They don't talk for long, only narrowly discussing the actual reason everyone is here. Instead, the conversation turns to their summer plans, which is about as dull as one would expect when talking to a near stranger.
Wilhelm’s mild irritation at his situation is only made worse from where Wilhelm can spot Simon in the corner of his eye, just out of reach. He's mingling with the more (but not completely) genuine donors of the crowd. It's what Wilhelm expected. What he doesn’t expect is to see Simon with a person Wilhelm recognizes as his very distant cousin, more distant than August but still somehow equally as insufferable.
Wilhelm hasn't seen Charles Gustafsson since Erik's funeral. He remembers him as being particularly interested in becoming Erik's friend when they were young, which he failed miserably at when Erik found out just how much Charles bullied Wilhelm. He's always been slimy, which sets a terrible knot in Wilhelm's stomach as he watches Charles share a seemingly pleasant exchange with his boyfriend.
Wilhelm would like to say he keeps paying attention to the next person he's pulled into a conversation with, but he would be lying. He can't help it. His eyes keep trailing toward Simon, and each time they do, his blood begins to boil. Spotting Simon with Charles every time, making their way through the room together, smiling and talking and making jokes.
Wilhelm's not jealous. He trusts Simon with all his heart. The person he has a problem with is Charlies. Wilhelm watches his cousin's hand land on Simon's bicep, visibly squeezing it. Wilhelm can't stop the way his jaw sets. He glares at the back of Charles's head when Simon says something funny enough that he lets out a hearty laugh that pools throughout the noisy room. Wilhelm's fingers ball into tight fists as he watches. Hating the way it's so quickly affecting him. Wondering why it's affecting him so much.
"What do you think?" Someone says to Wilhelm, pulling his glare from his cousin and back to a conversation he hasn't been listening to. He somehow manages to navigate the question, though, with only a few odd looks when he says something that must have been a tad off from the discussion they'd been having. Still, it prompts one of Wilhelm's uncles to ask him questions about his life and how he's doing, which is lovely but not what Wilhelm wants to be talking about or doing right now.
Eventually, he finds Simon again, leaning back against a pillar with a crystal glass of bubbling water, sipping it delicately as Charles stands unnecessarily close, or at least what looks unnecessarily close from where Wilhelm observes. A seething rage creeps into his bones as he watches Charles lean forward into Simon's space, whispering something in his ear with his hand attached to Simon's elbow.
Simon laughs at whatever Charles said, but what's worse is that Simon doesn't pull away either. He laughs along with Charles and doesn't turn his attention in Wilhelm's direction once. Clearly wholly enthralled by whatever the long-haired Thor look-alike is saying.
This goes on for longer than Wilhelm would like to admit, nearly an hour with Wilhelm still having not spoken to Simon once. Constantly pulled in every other direction than the one he's fixed on. He nearly makes it to Simon's side once, but just as he almost reaches him, Charles says something that has Simon being led to the other side of the room. For what? Wilhelm can't, for the life of him figure out. What he does know is that he's becoming increasingly pissed off as the night goes on. Not at Simon, but well, the situation itself. Wilhelm has spent the entire day imagining his reunion with Simon. They've been in the same room for over an hour and have yet to say a single word to the other. Somehow Charles has bonded more with Simon than Wilhelm has all evening.
For Wilhelm, it's more of the same introductions, attempts to show gratitude to the donors even if half of them couldn't care less about the cause. They just happen to be in the same room as The Crown Prince, so they're happy.
It isn't until Wilhelm catches Charles's hand shift over Simon's lower back as he reaches around him, that Wilhelm's attention is fully pulled away, barely bothering to pay attention to what the woman he’s speaking to is saying. Wilhelm squints to see what Charles is searching for, probably looking ridiculous as the woman drones on about how progressive she is. Charles keeps his hand on Simon's back the entire time, wandering lower than what Wilhelm would consider appropriate, but Simon doesn't seem uncomfortable. Charles moves closer to Simon's side, and Wilhelm's eyes go wide when he notices it's a phone he's handing to Simon… who actually takes it.
Of course, Wilhelm trusts Simon. He loves Simon and knows Simon loves him. Perhaps it's the combination of not seeing him in person for over two weeks or because they've only officially been together for that exact same period of time. Maybe it's simply the fact that he hasn't been able to actually touch his boyfriend all evening, or perhaps it's just fucking Charles that's getting under his skin. There's something that burns hot in Wilhelm's chest that spreads through his body, taking control. It's like he watches from outside his body as he excuses himself, cutting the woman off mid-sentence, and is marching toward Simon before he can stop himself. Trying (and failing) to keep his irritation at bay.
"Charles," Wilhelm's voice comes tight and curt. Either Charles doesn't register the tone or completely ignores it. Simon, however, does notice. Wilhelm can see one of his eyebrows raise without entirely looking at him as an amused smirk fights its way to his lips. Wilhelm makes a point not to touch Simon or look at him completely, unsure of what exactly he'll do if he does.
"Crown Prince Wilhelm. How lovely to see you. It's been quite some time, hasn't it?" Charles does an odd bow that he somehow manages to make look elegant and attractive, which irritates Wilhelm further.
"If you'll excuse me, I need to borrow my boyfriend for a moment," Wilhelm says, putting emphasis on the status of their relationship. He ignores the way Simon licks his lips in a further attempt not to snicker at Wilhelm's behaviour. "Simon," is all Wilhelm says, finally meeting his gaze.
Wilhelm instantly detects a pool of heat rise in his belly and darken to the same hue of Simon's eyes. Such beautiful clear eyes and soft skin that pulls into a collection of curls atop his head. Wilhelm wants to run his hands through it, loop each finger into his ringlets and let the comforting aroma of coconut– of Simon, welcome him home.
Wilhelm clears his throat and nods his head toward one of the doors while tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear.
"Sorry, Charles," Simon says, placing his glass down on the table and handing him back his phone, "we'll catch up later, yeah?"
Wilhelm doesn't give Charles a chance to respond as he links his hand in Simon's and starts toward the hall. While weaving through the crowd their hands disconnect. Wilhelm doesn't look back to make sure Simon is still there, simply knowing because… well, it's Simon. He'll always be there, just like Wilhelm will always be for him.
They don't say a word when they finally make it into the hall, passing multiple guards on their way to Wilhelm's pointed destination. He spots the old oak door that leads to one of the many sitting rooms turned partial study that resides within the palace and pulls the door open. They both filter inside, Wilhelm stepping out of the way for Simon to follow, then closing the door a tad harsher than necessary.
Just as Simon spins around, Wilhelm grabs the lapels of his stupidly sleek suit jacket and shoves him against the wall, or rather the bookshelf that makes up the majority of the wall. It's not a hard shove, but enough for Simon to gasp in surprise, breath faltering when Wilhelm crowds around him, placing his hands on each side of Simon's head. His palms press over the bindings of books that he's sure haven't been opened in years.
"Hey," Simon smirks, licking his lips and pressing them together in that way Wilhelm has always loved, in the way he's missed these last few weeks. It's knowing and amused, and it's what Simon does when he's trying not to smile. "Is someone a bit jealous?" Simon asks tauntingly, tilting his head slightly as he peers up at Wilhelm, gorgeous in his black velvet suit.
Wilhelm's stomach loops into fluttered circles as his eyes trail Simon's face. Taking in the entirety of him the best he can. Forcing his memories to catch up, to match with the beautiful man before him. His charcoal eyes, round lips, bronze skin and delicious curls.
In the small moment of pure affection that Wilhelm allows himself, Simon takes advantage and dips out from where Wilhelm cages him in, giggling mischievously as he does. Wilhelm turns to watch him as he walks back along the wall of books, dragging his fingers over the aged leather spines, barely paying Wilhelm any attention. Similar to how he's treated Wilhelm all evening, distracted and only interested in the world around him. It's not purposeful, of course, Wilhelm knows that, but he still finds himself needy for Simon's attention.
It's then that Simon's eyes betray him, flickering from the books to Wilhelm, giving away the heat and love and teasing behind them. But a good kind of teasing. The kind that strikes a fond note in Wilhelm's chest, one that makes him want to play along, so he does.
"Not jealous," Wilhelm finally states, moving to lock the door, then following Simon closer into the room. "I just don't like that someone else got to touch you before I did." He says it casually enough that Simon will know he's not completely serious, he's not actually angry, but for the sake of the tension between them, Wilhelm decides to leave what little room there is up to Simon's interpretation.
Simon snorts, clearly finding amusement in Wilhelm's confession. He crosses his arms over his chest and leans his shoulder against the bookshelf. "I'm pretty sure that still counts as jealousy baby," he retorts, pressing his lips back into that amused line. "Was it Charles?" Simon asks innocently. "He's pretty cute, hey?" Simon taunts, smirking to himself, probably knowing he's done himself in, or rather done Wilhelm in.
It takes only two broad steps for Wilhelm to move across the room and desperately crash his lips into Simon's, moaning against them as soon as he does.
Their game is over for a split second, and the desperation that's consumed Wilhelm these last few weeks is bursting from his skin. The dam has finally broken, and every urge he's held back is let go. Every touch he's yearned for is set free. Every kiss he's ached for is retrieved. It's been so long– too long since he's tasted Simon. Since Wilhelm has felt him tremble under his fingers as he takes him apart piece by piece, then builds him back up with a world of care and precision. Too long since he’s held him together in the way he knows Simon likes, in the way Wilhelm likes.
Simon melts against Wilhelm when he tugs at his lower lip with his teeth, drawing a soft whimper that Wilhelm barely registers but catches because how could he not. How could he possibly let himself miss a single noise Simon makes when it sounds so downright angelic. There's pride in knowing Wilhelm is the one to draw the sounds out, to pull them from the deepest places of Simon's chest, and feel privileged enough to hear them.
Wilhelm registers Simon's hands snake around his neck, which sends an absolutely divine rush down Wilhelm's spine. After so many days aching to feel the drag of Simon's fingers trail over his body. The sensation makes his knees go weak, but somehow, Wilhelm manages to stay upright, desperate to show Simon just how much he missed him. How much he wants him. How badly Wilhelm needs him.
It's not precisely what Wilhelm wants to ask for, but it's what he can give right now, and maybe… maybe Wilhelm will have the courage to ask later. When it's just them, alone in Simon's apartment, touching and feeling and letting their bodies take over.
Wilhelm curls his fingers around Simon's delicate wrists and tugs them down from around his neck, using them as leverage to shift their position. He spins Simon around, so he's facing the bookshelf, pressing him hard against it, pinning his hands near his head over the titles pressed into the books' spines.
Simon gasps at the change, and Wilhelm's heart leaps at the subtle reward. Wilhelm presses his body flush against his boyfriend's, using his taller stature to crowd around him, pressing his front firmly against Simon's rear, letting him know exactly how much Wilhelm wants him. This time, he's supplied with a whimper, accompanied by a subtle shift of Simon's hips, directed back against Wilhelm.
Wilhelm ducks his head down, pressing a kiss to the top of Simon's ear. He savours every shudder of breath that passes between them as Wilhelm rocks his hips forward. Holding back his own moans as he pushes Simon harder against the shelf. Wilhelm licks along the curve of Simon's ear, tugging on his lobe before whispering teasingly, "I'm the only one who gets to touch you like this."
Okay… so maybe Wilhelm is a little jealous. Which he's not proud of, but is entirely willing to indulge himself in momentarily, if it means more sounds like the one Simon just made. A sinfully sweet combination between a moan and a whimper, almost pained.
"Fuck," Simon breathes, shivering under Wilhelm when he moves to suck along an exposed strip of skin peeking from the collar of his dress shirt. Simon's head falls forward, levelling with one of the wooden shelves that the books are lined on, pressing his forehead against the lip of it. "Y–yours, Wille. So fucking yours, baby." Simon gasps into the room, filling it with a sort of desperation that Wilhelm knows well. One that has Simon almost begging to be touched.
Simon squirms against Wilhelm's grip, pulling a low growl from the back of Wilhelm’s throat, which is… new. But the way Simon gasps into the sound, Wilhelm can't help the possessive rush the aches to his core. Burning deep in every place their bodies connect. Aching, and wanting, and so, so ready to take.
"So good for me, darling," Wilhelm praises, finally easing his grip and moving his hands to Simon's waist.
Simon stumbles at the sudden lack of support, hands quick to grip the edge of the bookshelf to keep steady. Wilhelm takes his time studying Simon's frame, hungry eyes raking down over his suit. He can make out a faint pattern over the material, so close that Wilhelm almost feels the need to trace with it his fingers. Wilhelm crowds back in, shifting his hands along Simon's belt, pressing his body firmly against Simon's back. Wilhelm slowly unbuckles the metal clip with encouraging whimpers from Simon.
"Are you hard for me, darling?" Wilhelm asks, letting his breath dance hot over Simon's ear, leaving his belt to hang open as Wilhelm reaches his palm to the front of Simon's pants. His fingers trail over the obvious bulge lining through the thick material, and Wilhelm chuckles "Guess that's my answer then." Wilhelm smirks, pressing his lips to Simon's neck and gently sucking on the flesh below his ear. Simon tilts his head to the side, knuckles going white as he grips harder on the shelf. Pressing his ass against Wilhelm, searching for fiction.
Wilhelm is hard. Like, really fucking hard. Aching for it, really. So when Simon's hips shift back, he barely has control of the throaty moan that passes his lips.
"Guess I have my answer too," Simon remarks, breathless, almost like he barely has the mind to make the snarky comment but manages it nonetheless.
"Want you so badly darling, been waiting to get my hands on you. My mouth on you." Wilhelm admits, desperate to turn Simon's smirk into fumbled gasps. To have him begging to come, just like Wilhelm has imagined so many times. "Would you like that? Want me to touch you?" Wilhelm knows the answer, but he wants to hear Simon say it. Wants to hear the raw desire coursing through him. To hear just how much Simon has missed him.
"Yes, yes, please, Wille. Fuck, touch me please," Simon begs and whines, needy and frantic, as Wilhelm finally undoes the top button of Simon's dress pants. He shoves them down with his underwear, so he's completely free and open for Wilhelm touch. Wilhelm lifts his hand up to Simon's mouth, waiting, not needing to say a word before Simon is spitting into it. Wilhelm spits in it too, using the erotic mix of their saliva to slick Simon in one swift motion.
"Fuck Wille, yes." Simon fills the room with breathy moans as Wilhelm begins to stroke at a steady pace, curling his free arm around Simon's torso, helping him keep his balance when Simon's head falls forward once again, landing on the spines of the row of books this time. Wilhelm holds him close, sucking at the nape of his neck until there's a careless bruise just under his hairline, one that anyone might see if they look hard enough. Wilhelm latches his mouth to the mark once more, tempted to make it bigger so that it will be seen. So that people will know who was here, who took Simon in their hand and got him off as he calls Wilhelm's name.
"Wille, I'm–" Simon moans through the slick sound of their saliva and Simon's precome as it echoes sinfully around them. Wilhelm flicks his wrist circling the tip of Simon's cock. "Baby I'm c–close," Simon warns.
"That didn't take long," Wilhelm teases, quickening his pace.
"Shut up," Simon chokes, a small laugh still escaping him, like he too is amused at how quickly Wilhelm can get him there. "Just want you," he can barely get the words out now, so Wilhelm spins him around and shoves him back, dropping to his knees and wasting no time getting his lips over his boyfriend.
Simon moans deep and low as wet and filthy sounds consume the air. Simon's fingers tangle in Wilhelm's hair, tugging harshly as Wilhelm bobs his head. Loving the way Simon tugs at his roots, sending a prickly wave down his spine and straight his cock. Aching to be touched but desperately wanting to make Simon come. To feel the reward of Simon marking his throat. Too consumed by that idea to worry about himself right now.
Wilhelm holds Simon's hips steady as he works him, thumbs bruising into the flesh of Simon's hips as they rut forward, attempting to chase Wilhelm's lips when he pulls back then sinks forward again. Wilhelm swallows Simon down as deep as he'll go and makes up the rest with his fist, using the dampness of his mouth to keep every motion slick and tight. Then dragging his tongue over Simon's slit, only to suck him back down again.
It's ruthless and unpredictable. He's making Simon squirm enough that he reaches to stabilize himself on the shelf, only to accidentally pull a particularly large book from its place and have it tumble to the ground, opening face down on the floor as he keens into Wilhelm's movements.
"Gonna c–come, baby, fuck," Simon gasps, and Wilhelm hums in response. Taking his spit slick hand and reaching around Simon's body, fingers dipping past the cleft of his ass, gently circling over his rim, encouraging him on while Wilhelm hollows cheeks.
A low and loud moan bursts past Simon's lips, panting Wilhelm's name as he works him through in every place he can. Simon's almost there, only one, two, three… and he's spilling down the back of Wilhelm's throat with a gasp. His body curls forward as Wilhelm swallows every bit down, then licks a hot strip over Simon's tip. He whimpers, over-sensitive, but moans in pleasure all the same.
Wilhelm pulls off, licking his lips then connecting them to Simon's as he stands back up. Despite having just come, and how tired he must feel, Simon meets Wilhelm's pecks with equal enthusiasm, letting Wilhelm circle his arms around him. His cheek eventually falls to rest on Wilhelm's shoulder, breath still coming short.
"Fuck baby, just–just give me a minute, and I'll–" Simon doesn't finish, too breathless to complete the sentence.
Wilhelm chuckles, chest swirling at Simon's eagerness to return the favour, but is certain they don't have time. They've already spent way too long hidden away in the study that if the guards weren't suspicious before, they will be now.
"You can return the favour tonight. How's that?" Wilhelm asks, ignoring the nervousness that swirls within his belly, knowing what he plans to ask from Simon but still unable to find the right words. All he knows is that he loves Simon and wants to feel him in every way he can. He's desperate for it, really.
After Simon's breathing evens out, Wilhelm steps back so Simon can pull his pants back up from around his ankles. Smiling fondly as he leans back against the shelves, eyeing Wilhelm with an absolute blissed-out expression. Soft eyes and a lazy smile.
"I'll make it so worth the wait," Simon assures, reclasping his belt, and shuffling forward to where Wilhelm stands a distance away but frowns when Wilhelm steps back out of his path.
"I uhm… just need a minute." Wilhelm's cheeks heat up.
Simon grins, immediately understanding when his eyes fall to the visible bulge at the front of Wilhelm's pants. With a stupidly cheeky grin, Simon asks, "Is there anything I can do to help? Maybe a bit of light reading?" Simon suggests, reaching down to pick up the book that had fallen to the floor, turning it open to the page that had opened to. He reads, "The Queen and her subjects–"
Wilhelm cringes at the mention of his mother's title, "Yup, that'll do it. Please stop." He closes his eyes, trying to hold back his laughter.
"I promise that wasn't on purpose," Simon snickers, moving to put the book back in its place.
"Sure." Wilhelm rolls his eyes, smiling fondly.
"I swear," Simon holds his hands up defensively with a giant grin spanning his lips.
"Come on, let's go," Wilhelm tangles his fingers back in Simons, "let's get tonight over with so we can get home." He says softly, "I missed you."
Simon presses his forehead to Wilhelms, wrapping his hands around his neck. "I missed you too, baby," he says softly in return.
They manage to slip back into the event without question, aside from a sideways look Malin gives them. At some point, she must have followed their escape and thankfully decided to wait down the hall a distance away. Wilhelm's cheeks heat up when they shuffle past her, but Simon clearly finds it amusing with the way he chuckles softly and jokingly asks her how excited she is to have them both under the same roof again. To which she snorted and very sarcastically says 'ecstatic'.
Charles only bothers to make another appearance once, giving Simon his phone number in hopes they might be able to 'get to know each other better'. Wilhelm had been standing right there when he did it, which he had to give kudos to Charles for his confidence, but holy hell was Wilhelm seething by the end of that conversation. Thankfully though, Wilhelm has the reassuring knowledge that it'll be him who's fucked senseless by Simon tonight (if things go according to plan), and not Charles.
By the time the evening completely winds down, and the final donations are accepted, they end up almost doubling the initial amount they began the night with. Perks of knowing the most wealthy and elite members of Swedish society.
They stay to help clean up a bit, to which the event coordinator discourages and insists Simon and Wilhelm go home, which doesn't take any convincing at all. They'd spent the remainder of the evening stealing touches and kisses, attempting to keep their yearning to a socially acceptable level but Wilhelm's sure that they'd been obvious the entire evening. Now, they're both itching to go home and wrap each other up in those same kisses where they're free to do with the other as they please.
The car ride home is torturous, hitting every traffic light known to the city, but they do eventually make it home. Stumbling past Simon's front door in a slew of kisses and roaming hands, nearly tumbling to the ground as Simon walks Wilhelm back toward the bedroom. He pushes Wilhelm's jacket from his shoulders and guides him toward a bed that Wilhelm hasn't slept in in too long. When he falls back into the cushions with Simon on top, he's greeted by the incredible smell of fresh and familiar sheets, the scent of Simon pressed over the pillows. It's warm and welcoming. It's enough to have Wilhelm melting into the mattress already.
Simon straddles over Wilhelm's hips, holding himself up above him. Red-lipped and panting heavily. "What do you want tonight, baby?" Simon asks, searching Wilhelm's eyes like he'll find all his desires hidden there. But Wilhelm would never hide that from Simon, always letting himself be open about what he wants– needs.
Still, Wilhelm's heart does this sort of nervous swoop, one that's filled with excitement for what's to come, for what he's going to feel, what Simon will feel like. It is exhilarating and terrifying all at once. Confusing Wilhelm's mind in all the best ways.
Wilhelm knows he has to ask for it, but the words catch on the tip of his tongue until he clears his throat, "I want… I want you inside me." Wilhelm finally confesses, the knot in his stomach tugging loose as he drinks in the way Simon's features soften. Blanketing them both in a layer of kindness. Wilhelm can feel it swirling between them, wrapping Wilhelm tight with every ounce of love pouring from Simon. It gives Wilhelm the courage he needs to go on, "Like, I want you to uhm… I want you to– I want you to fuck me." Wilhelm forces the words out. They almost sound mechanical, terrified, but it's the only way he can say it without stopping halfway or hiding against Simon's chest. He's not embarrassed, but well… it's new, and they haven't really talked about it before.
"Oh," is all Simon says, which isn't exactly the most encouraging response, immediately tainting Wilhelm's mind with all the reasons it’s silly for him to even ask. Simon's probably never brought it up because he doesn't want Wilhelm like that. The tightness in his chest builds thick up to his throat when Simon pulls back to properly look at Wilhelm, frowning with concern, studying him. "Wille, are you… is this–" he presses his lips together, thinking hard on something, which is… reasonable. Wilhelm's never been like this before, not since they got back together, not since they've been in an adult relationship where they agreed to keep everything open between them. It's just… something feels different right now. Not bad, but not necessarily good either.
Simon climbs off Wilhelm, moving to sit beside him on the bed so that Wilhelm can sit up as well and lean against the headboard.
"Is this just because of what happened tonight with… with Charles?" Simon asks, keeping his voice low and gentle.
Wilhelm's stomach twists, probably because there's some truth to it. Well, no, it's definitely because there is truth to it. And Wilhelm hates that, hates how easy his mind is to fall into the insecure loop that he didn't even know existed in the corners of his mind. An ugly part of him that he thought himself better than, but apparently, he's not. Because well, if he was, this wouldn't be happening right now. Simon wouldn't be asking if Wilhelm is sure, or at least asking in this capacity.
Wilhelm takes a shaky breath, knowing he needs to be honest. Knowing that the only way they'll be able to sort this out is if they talk about it. "I… I think it–" Wilhelm's eyes cast down as he drags his fingers through his hair, "It might be a bit about him, I mean he was all over you half the night, and I just, I don't know, maybe the thought this might happen tonight made my irritation go away a bit? Like, I trust you, and I know you wouldn't do anything, but… maybe it was knowing we'd be going home with each other tonight that made me feel more okay with… all the flirting and touching?" Wilhelm explains, only now fully connecting the dots himself.
"Flirting? He only flirted with me a little and–"
"And you flirted right back," Wilhelm snorts, "I'm not upset. It was… entertaining, to say the least. It's just, maybe because it was Charles of all people why it got under my skin so much?" Wilhelm ponders himself a moment, then adds, "But that's not the only reason I want this tonight. I want to, it's just…" Wilhelm inhales slowly, then exhales, reminding himself that Simon hasn't completely shut him down yet, so that must mean he's not entirely against it, right? Wilhelm continues, a little more sure in his words now. "I want to know what it's like to be– be used like that… to have you come–come inside me and… urgh–" he's already lost his confident edge, sure his entire body is flooding with anxious red splotches, giving away his embarrassment.
"Wille," Simon presses a comforting hand over Wilhelm’s, moving to sit crossed-legged, so they face each other. "Take a deep breath," Simon reminds, inhaling and exhaling together, once and then twice, until Wilhelm can think clearly. "Okay?" Simon asks, and Wilhelm nods.
"Charles was… a dick, he's always been a dick, even when we were kids," Wilhelm explains. "But I've just been… thinking about this for– for a while now. I want to feel what you feel. I want to know what it's like to have you inside me. You always just look so… so lost in it, so trusting, and I want to give that to you too." Wilhelm's voice is basically a whisper now.
Simon leans in to listen, pressing their foreheads together as Wilhelm's words trail off. He doesn't say anything right away, which sends Wilhelm's mind into a messy knot of 'what ifs' and 'what nows', questioning if it could still even happen tonight or if he's ruined it.
Simon finally looks at Wilhelm, kissing his knuckles, then holding their hands together between them. "I want to make you feel like you make me feel too," Simon gives a sort of embarrassed smile, smirking slightly like he's remembering it all in his head, which maybe he is.
"Yeah?" Wilhelm asks, caught breathless at Simon's confession, "only if it's what you want too, though," Wilhelm trails off, stomach flipping at the realization that Simon hasn't given him a definite yes yet. "We don't have to if you don't want to do it like that. I totally understand if–"
"Wille, stop," Simon chuckles, placing his hands firmly over Wilhelm's shoulders, the pads of his thumbs rub soothing circles over the material of Wilhelm's shirt, and it drives him mad. "I definitely want to, I just want to make sure it's what you want," Simon explains.
Wilhelm nods, probably a little too eagerly, as he tucks his hair behind his ear, forcing himself to look Simon in the eyes. "I want it– want you. So fucking bad."
Simon licks his lips, eyes turning hungry. "Yeah?" He asks.
"Yes," Wilhelm says with so much certainty there's no possible way Simon would be able to detect any hesitancy. But that's just it, there isn't any. There may be swirls of nervousness boiling under Wilhelm's skin, but it's laced with sweet and silky anticipation. A complete desire to give himself over to Simon, to feel Simon within him in every sense of the word.
"Okay," Simon nods, throat hoarse, "I know we've– that I've fingered you before but, you've never like, you know…" Simon keeps his gaze level with Wilhelm, fumbling past his words like he's desperate to get them out but doesn't know how.
"God, I feel like a teenager again." Wilhelm groans, planting his face in his palms.
Simon snorts, "If I recall it correctly, the situation was reversed when we were teenagers." Simon teases, reaching out to shove Wilhelm's shoulder gently.
When he looks up, he's greeted by Simon's comforting smile, "Shut up," Wilhelm laughs, mind turning back to that night a lifetime ago. In Simon's room, tucked away from the world before everything turned sour. They'd barely had time to linger in the afterglow that first time. Maybe this time, this time can be different.
"Simon, I trust you," Wilhelm affirms, tugging at Simon's hands and adjusting their bodies so Simon lays on top of him as he shuffles down to rest his head over the pillows, mirroring the position they were in before.
Simon must make his decision then because his lips connect to Wilhelm's with ease, gentle and loving, and so, so caring. Like he's silently telling Wilhelm he's safe, that he'll take care of him.
He first works at the buttons on Wilhelm's shirt. Unlooping each one until it can be shrugged to the floor, giving Simon access to the sensitive flesh of Wilhelm's stomach, chest, and nipples. The latter is where Simon starts, flicking his tongue over the pebbled flesh, then swirling in perfect circles. Soon turning his attention to the other while unlooping Wilhelm's belt and working open his zipper without a glance downward.
Wilhelm's chest rises and falls between heavy breaths that are already catching in his throat as Simon's attention trails downward. He pressed wet lips to the faint definition of Wilhelm's abs and straight to his navel. Fingers curling over the waistband of Wilhelm's dress pants, then tugging them off his legs.
Wilhelm's already straining hard in his underwear, aching for Simon's attention. "Simon," he breathes as his partner presses weighted kisses over his legs, looking up through his eyelashes as his lips trail over the meat of Wilhelm's inner thigh. His bottom lip catches on Wilhelm's skin as he makes his way up. It's taunting and teasing. Simon sucks a heated bruise where the hem of Wihelm's boxers lay, licking over the tender skin once satisfied with his work, soothing the angry skin with his tongue.
Simon must take pity on Wilhelm then, shucking off his underwear and tossing it to join his shirt to the floor. Wilhelm lays completely naked now, aching to be touched by his partner. But rather than gaining the sensation of Simon's skin on his, Simon is off the bed, heading toward the washroom.
Wilhelm watches with confusion until Simon comes back with various items in hand. Wet wipes, aforethought they barely ever manage, for quick clean up before passing out tangled in each other's arms. There's also lube, which makes Wilhelm's stomach do a nervous swoop, and then there's… condoms, which turns Wilhelm's nervousness into hesitancy. Does Simon not want… is he worried about–
Wilhelm sits up, feeling slightly exposed compared to Simon, even as he watches Simon strip himself bare before climbing onto the bed and tossing the objects beside them. Wilhelm studies the situation carefully, tucking his hair from his face as Simon sits across from him.
"Hi," Simon says shyly, reaching for the small box of condoms and holding them up. He looks nervous, licking his lips, "I don't want–"
Wilhelm's stomach drops to his knees, sinking past the floor and to the earth's centre, mind flying into overdrive, but his mouth moves faster, "Simon, no, if you're not comfortable, I don't want to do it. Like, if you think it's gross or anything, I'm–"
"What?!" Simon's eyes go wide, "No! I didn't– fuck, that's not what I– no, I didn't mean it like that." In his quickness to explain, his words fumble over each other, "I just bought them because it can be intense the first time, or might feel weird. I don't want you to feel like it's something you have to do… I just want you to have options. I just want you to feel… safe."
"Simon, I always feel safe with you," Wilhelm whispers as his heart finds its place back in his chest and his shoulders begin to relax. "Thank you for– for making it a clear option for me, but the whole point is that I want… I want to feel you. All of you."
Wilhelm watches Simon shiver at his words, gentle eyes blinking at him, lashes shadowing his cheeks. "Yeah, yeah, okay." Simon agrees, nodding at Wilhelm and adjusting their bodies so Wilhelm is laying on his back and Simon lays on top, cradled by Wilhelm's thighs.
They kiss for a long while, properly welcoming the other home, appreciating the way their lips tangle together perfectly, well-practiced tongues dancing together until there's no choice but to come up for air. Lightheaded and content.
Simon uses the lube to stretch Wilhelm open. He's slow and gentle until Wilhelm is shifting his hips against Simon's fingers, three of them buried inside, readying Wilhelm with every once of love and care that courses between them.
"Yes, fuck Simon, please, please fuck me, darling." Wilhelm's whimpers, desperate.
Simon's voice comes breathless. "How do you want to do this?" He asks, because of course he does. Always so caring, so thoughtful. Wanting this to be good for Wilhelm.
"Wanna see you," Wilhelm manages, shivering under Simon's touch as he shifts back, hovering over Wilhelm. Simon's free hand guides Wilhelm's legs to hike high over Simon's hips, then he focuses down, slicking his length further then lining himself up.
Wilhelm feels his entire body tense when Simon's cock brushes the cleft of his ass as Simon guides himself to Wilhelm's opening. Wilhelm nods before Simon can ask him if he's truly sure one more time. Wilhelm has never been so sure in his life. He's never ached for someone like he is now, without Simon's fingers dipped inside him, feeling empty, waiting to be filled with Simon, only Simon.
Wilhelm gasps when Simon shifts forward, dipping past Wilhelm's rim, slow and steady, waiting and watching, always careful. "Relax Wille, I've got you, baby," Simon assures him, stroking his cheek. Wilhelm focuses on the pad of Simon's thumb, taking a deep breath and willing his body to relax. He keeps his eyes on Simon as he sinks deeper. Little gasps press past Wilhelm's lips each time Simon rocks his hips forward, slowly pressing deeper and deeper until he's fully seated.
"Fuck, yes, Simon," Wilhelm whines, trying desperately to get used to the stretch of him. It's not painful, but it's different than Simon's fingers, more intense.
"How does it feel?" Simon whispers, pressing delicate kisses to his cheeks, neck, forehead, temples, waiting for Wilhelm to adjust. "How do I feel inside you, baby?" He presses on, pulling back with slightly parted lips; all Wilhelm can do is whimper at the way his body begins to welcome the intrusion, learning Simon's body, understanding how to take him. How to be taken by him.
Wilhelm swallows, shaky breaths passing his lips. "You're… it feels– fuck darling, you're so fucking good– feel so fucking good." The words tumble out of his mouth, "you can–can move."
"Shit," Simon whispers, slowly pulling out the slightest bit. Eyes trained on Wilhelm, probably searching for any sign of discomfort. But he won't find any because Wilhelm has never felt so heavenly in his life. Moaning against the slick drag of Simon inside him, pushing in then out, keeping a steady rhythm that ignites something within Wilhelm that he's never felt before. It's this heat building in his core, pulsing to every corner of his body as Simon drives into him.
"Feels so–ah–good," Wilhelm moans, inhaling every bit of pleasure Simon gives him. "Fuck!" Wilhelm gasps when Simon's hips snap faster than they had before.
"Shit, sorry, baby I–" Simon begins to apologize, but Wilhelm cuts him off.
"No, no, I liked it, do–do it again," Wilhelm circles his arms around Simon's neck, then cradles his cheeks, making sure Simon hears him. "I'm okay, please darling, make me–make me come," His voice is strained, breath hitching whenever Simon's hips twitch where he rests, remaining inside, never fully leaving.
Simon nods and begins to worship Wilhelm with liquid-smooth movements, drawing a fist around Wilhelm's length, pumping him to the same rhythm he creates. It's electric and intense, so much all at once, stimulating every bit of Wilhelm's body until he's arching against the mattress, tilting his hips to give Simon better access.
Simon keeps thrusting as Wilhelm encourages him. "You're doing so–fuck, so good darling, making me feel so good," he praises.
It's different and new, but somehow familiar. Despite their change in position, the roles they usually take have stayed the same. Which is something Wilhelm didn't expect, or at least, thought might change. He's not sure why, perhaps because any partner he's had has always thrived on Wilhelm's praise, and taking Simon like this, he thought he might fall more into submission, but no. It's silly to think now, because of course they would stay themselves, of course, nothing would change other than the way they take each other apart.
"M'close," Simon whines, pressing his forehead over Wilhelm's shoulder, nearly collapsing over him.
"Good," Wilhelm declares. "Come inside me," he demands, to which Simon lets out a strangled whimper like he's just on the edge of letting go. "Come on, darling, you can do it. Make me take it. Fuck me. Fill me u–ah–"
Wilhelm's entire body goes tense and his cock twitches as Simon spills inside him. He whines as his hips rut forward, pushing himself deeper inside moaning hot in Wilhelm’s ear. It's nothing like he thought it would be. There's a certain warmth that spreads through Wilhelm’s chest and curls around his toes as Simon clutches onto him, pushing him into the mattress as he chases his orgasm. Hips twitching until Wilhelm takes every last bit.
"So good darling," Wilhelm soothes, twisting his fingers through Simon's hair as he gasps into Wilhelm's neck, catching his breath as he grows soft inside him. Another new feeling, one that Wilhelm finds himself drawn to. The intimacy of it. The trust.
"Wille, that was… I'm– you didn't–" Simon begins to apologize, but Wilhelm soothes him to silence, cutting off his breathless words.
"It's okay. We have all night." Wilhelm chuckles, amused by Simon's eagerness as he holds himself up, he begins to pull out, but Wilhelm locks his feet around Simon's back, keeping him there.
"Do you… do you like how I feel?" Simon asks, biting his lip in a way that almost makes Wilhelm moan.
"I love it. I wish you could stay forever." Wilhelm whispers, knowing it sounds ridiculous but meaning every word.
"Me too," Simon whispers in return, brow marked with sweat as Wilhelm unlocks his legs, and Simon slowly pulls out, leaving Wilhelm to feel empty in some ways but so completely full in others. Wilhelm aches at the thought. That Simon is still inside him right now, maybe not physically but in other ways. It's… new, and Wilhelm loves it. Painfully hard and waiting for attention, desperate for Simon to touch him.
"Mouth or hand?" Simon gives him a choice.
"Hm," Wilhelm considers each, envisioning the way each one would go, finding himself unable to decide, so… "why not both." Wilhelm raises a challenging brow. "You're going to finger me while you suck me off. How does that sound darling?"
Simon swallows, nodding eagerly. Wilhelm shuffles up on the bed, propping himself up on the pillows so he can watch Simon take him down, and when he does, it's heavenly. Only made better when Simon curls two fingers deep inside him, using his own come and a smidge more of lube to slick the movements. Wilhelm's a whimpering mess in no time. Moaning Simon's name into the room, listing off a slew of pleasured curses. Simon hollows his cheeks, and that's what does Wilhelm in. What has him tugging at the sheets and spilling down the back of Simon's throat.
An intoxicating wave of pleasure washes over him then lulls him into complete bliss. Wilhelm's chest rises and falls while he catches his breath, barely registering Simon crawling up his body to cradle himself around his side, tucking his head into the crook of Wilhelm's neck, finding his home there. It's soft and warm, and the faint tickle of Simon's curls over his jaw brings Wilhelm's mind back to the present. Back to his body, to the room, to the man he loves.
"How do you feel?" Simon asks with a waver in his voice, perhaps from drowsiness or maybe nerves. Either way, Wihelm is quick to reassure him.
"Sore, but good." Wilhelm smiles, pulling away so they can both look at each other. "It was… I liked it. I think… I think I want to do it again, maybe… if you liked it?" Wilhelm asks, now realizing how nervous he is, but the good kind of nervous though, the excited to explore kind. The trusting kind. The kind that doesn't make him cower away from his vulnerability.
Simon smiles up at him fondly, rolling his lips together then licking them. "We can definitely do that again," he nods, then curls himself back into Wilhelm's side.
"Hungry?" Wilhelm asks, feeling his own stomach grumble. Simon nods against his shoulder. "Shower first?" Wilhelm asks, feeling the remaining bits of their evening lingering inside him.
"Bath," Simon mumbles.
Wilhelm chuckles with warmth blooming in his chest. "Alright darling, let's go.”
Just as Wilhelm’s about to shuffle off the bed he feels Simon’s hand wrap around his wrist, turning back to look at Simon where he lays. His eyes are wide and caring, watering like… like he might cry.
“What's wrong darling?” Wilhelm’s quick to ask, moving back to lay facing his partner, locking their hands between them. Pressing warm kisses to the top of Simon’s knuckles.
“Thank you,” Simon whispers, “thank you for– for talking to me and trusting me… just, thank you.”
“Of course,” Wilhelm smiles gently, understanding now. “I love you, Simon.”
“I love you too, Wille.”