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When Simon Eriksson had first laid eyes on young Prince Wilhelm that first day at Hillerska Boarding School, he could not have predicted in a million years that this was where he would be a few years down the line; stood in the bedroom of said prince, wearing an honest-to-God, fancy schmancy suit, having just attended his first official royal banquet. 

It wasn’t even something that he had wanted to do, but ever since his engagement to Wilhelm had been announced, Queen Kristina had opened several doors to him, some pleasant, like getting to actually spend the night at the palace for once instead of doing an awkward walk-of-shame in the dead of night to allow Malin to bring him home; and some very unpleasant, like having to attend a royal banquet . He had just enough table manners for his mother not to tut at him permanently, he certainly didn’t have enough table manners not to offend the entire Swedish peerage, or what was left of it, and all the high-placed officials who were invited to this banquet together with Simon.

Not that they agreed with it, and neither did Simon. Their opinions weren’t asked, however.

Simon had felt like a boor all night, repeating every etiquette rule Wilhelm had taught him that morning. Don’t grip your knife and fork too tightly. Don’t lean your elbows on the table, ever. Bring your food to you instead of leaning in. Use your utensils from the outside inwards. God fuck, it was simply too much to remember, and he could hardly focus on the idle chatter that was happening all around him.

It had sucked even more that, courtesy of ‘proper’ table etiquette, Wilhelm and Simon hadn’t been seated close to each other. In fact, Simon hadn’t been surrounded by anyone he knew - the only people present in this massive room that he knew were his fiancé and his future in-laws. None of them were seated close enough to save him from embarrassing fuck-ups, although Wilhelm had kept looking at him from where he had been seated and had mouthed encouragements occasionally. 

That was behind him now. At least, for the day. He knew that this would be his future from now on and that he would be expected to attend many more of these royal functions, especially once he and Wilhelm got married. He didn’t think he would ever get used to this.

But there was at least one positive thing out of all of this: he and Wilhelm were engaged to be married. And there was a thought that brought a bright smile to his face and caused his heart to flutter wildly in his chest. Wilhelm seemed to feel the same thing, because as soon as he closed the surprisingly small door leading from the hallway into his private rooms (although it was still decorated with gold) and turned to Simon, his smile matched Simon’s. 

They met in the middle of the room, and their lips met effortlessly, hands already reaching for the other and pulling each other as close as physically possible. 

“I hate banquets,” Simon muttered against Wilhelm’s lips, his hands pushing beneath Wilhelm’s jacket and pushing it off his shoulders in one fluid movement. He didn’t really care about the fact that it would crumple and be a pain to iron out - there were enough people who were paid to do that, and while Simon didn’t want to turn into one of those people, who took servers and other professionals in service-related jobs for granted, right now, he really truly couldn’t be arsed, because he just wanted to get his fiancé naked and in bed. Surely, their staff would understand that? Had they not been young and in love once, too?

“You nailed it, though.”
“The food wasn’t even good.” Simon sighed as Wilhelm definitely sucked a hickey in his neck that no doubt would be a pain to hide with make-up, and consequently explain to the Queen. Again, hadn’t she been young and in love? “Who even made the menu?”

“You’ll be surprised to learn it was my mother.” Wilhelm had gotten a hand into Simon’s pants and was very clear about his destination. 

“No surprise,” Simon groaned. “She lives to make my life hell.” He knew, realistically, that he and the Queen simply had way different backgrounds. For starters, the Queen always had her food prepared for her - Simon was an excellent cook. Secondly, his food actually had taste. “No spices or anything. Dry-ass chicken.”

Wilhelm chuckled against Simon’s skin, finally gripping Simon’s cock and almost making his legs give out. If it weren’t for Wilhelm’s other arm wrapped around his waist, he would be on the floor right now. Which, granted, might not be such a bad idea after all.

“Maybe we can get our own cook,” Wilhelm suggested, pulling away from the crook of Simon’s neck to look him in the eye. Simon knew it was to admire his handiwork because he enjoyed seeing Simon in the throes of pleasure. Neither of them held back, despite their conversation not stopping.

“It could just be any abuelita .” Simon chuckled at the image of some random sweet, innocent Hispanic granny working in the royal kitchen at her own speed, probably tutting at the fact that the palace cooks started with preparations for dinner at three in the afternoon to be finished by six pm, while that would be the average time the dear old abuelita would start cutting her vegetables. 

The first time Wilhelm had stayed for dinner at Simon’s place, he had (a bit dramatically) damn near starved, although he would never say that out loud, of course, he didn’t want to be rude to Linda. Simon knew him, though, and had seen his expressions - and he hadn’t been subtle about checking his watch, either. To her credit, Linda was rather well settled into Sweden and served her dinner at seven-thirty. Which was very early for her, considering whenever they were back in Venezuela, they really wouldn’t start before eight, and it was more common for them to finally all be gathered and dig in closer to nine.

That dinner had been wildly amusing for Simon, if only to see Crown Prince Wilhelm of Sweden humbled like that. And it was fascinating to see that, despite them growing up in the same country, they had lived vastly different lives in so many aspects. Simon knew it wasn’t just the royalty thing - he knew how strict other Swedish people were about their six pm dinnertime. It was one of many things Simon had to get used to living in this household.

“Is your abuelita looking for a job, by any chance?”

“My abuelita is seventy-two and lives in Caracas. I think the culture shock would send her into cardiac arrest.”

Not exactly the sexy talk that Simon wanted, but at least their hands had not stopped their explorations. Wilhelm’s line of thinking seemed to have been cut off by Simon mirroring whatever Wilhelm was doing with his hand, except Simon had a firmer grip, and when he twisted his wrist at the head and went all the way down to cup Wilhelm’s balls, Wilhelm’s exploring hand lost all purpose, too.

“Your abue -” Wilhelm pressed out, but Simon stopped him by squeezing Wilhelm’s cock, not hard enough to actually cause pain, but firm enough to get the message across. Wilhelm had such easy handles to control him by once you figured them out.

“Can we not talk about my abuelita while you have your hand down my pants?”

“How about if I take off your pants?” His voice was definitely an octave higher.

“That’s still a firm no.” He relinquished his firm grip and went back to the touches he knew to be pleasurable. Wilhelm looked visibly relieved. “Although, you’re free to take off my pants, as long as you don’t mention anybody outside of this room.”

“So not my mother?”

“Fuck, no.” He could actually feel his erection going down at the mere mention of the Queen.

“Not even Missy?” Missy was the palace cat, who had just waltzed in one day and had deemed the palace a satisfactory home and had never left. Missy did whatever the fuck Missy wanted to do, and this included walking in on the young couple while they were making love and sitting on the front row until one or both of them were uncomfortable enough to give her some treats.

Simon put his free hand over Wilhelm’s mouth. “Stop! You’ll summon her!”

Wilhelm chuckled and properly unbuttoned Simon’s pants, pushing them down together with his underwear until they fell around Simon’s feet. Simon was about to step out of them when Wilhelm briefly startled him by ripping open Simon’s shirt, making all the buttons fly across the room. Wilhelm had never done this before, but then Simon hadn’t worn a dress shirt often - the Hillerska uniform didn’t count, because Wilhelm knew that Simon’s family couldn’t replace those as easily as the current suit Simon was wearing. Simon might have actually slapped Wilhelm if he had so much as thought about destroying one of his school dress shirts, filled with the image of poor Linda having to sew all the buttons back. Not to mention having to explain why the buttons were missing in the first place.

“Wille,” Simon said, exasperated, even when Wilhelm brushed what remained of the shirt off his shoulders. Simon was mostly bare now, except for his socks, and his pants and underwear still pooled around his feet. “You know someone will have to mend that shirt. And collect these buttons.”

“I’ll slip them some money, they won’t mind.”

“Pretty sure that’s a bribe. And anyway, we don’t have to make their work more difficult for them, they are already working as hard as they can.” He didn’t mean for his voice to take a disapproving tone, but this was a part of their backgrounds clashing. It wasn’t as bad as the clashings between Simon and the Queen, but he knew he wouldn’t get through to the woman - Wilhelm wasn’t beyond some slight fixing. 

Wilhelm looked at him silently, his hands paused in whatever they had been doing. Simon saw the exact moment it clicked.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll buy you a new shirt.” Not quite what Simon had been aiming for, but fair enough.

Their lips met again for a soft kiss, which unsurprisingly turned into a heated one within seconds. Simon attempted to step out of the pool of pants and underwear, but he didn’t succeed, getting the fabric stuck around his ankles. Wilhelm noticed, and, putting one arm in the back of Simon’s knees, effortlessly scooped him off his feet. Simon barely got the chance to protest, as he was soon inelegantly tossed onto the massive bed. 

Not that Simon minded. He was rather glad to be off his feet, even though he had been sitting at the dinner table for close to two hours. The way Wilhelm kept looking at him now still made him weak in the knees.

Wilhelm pulled off Simon’s remaining bits of clothing, and then Simon lay there in the middle of the bed, on top of the covers, while his fiancé was still, infuriatingly, mostly fully dressed. He wanted to get up and remedy this and wanted to spend as much time on undressing Wilhelm as was spent on getting Simon naked, but Wilhelm usually dedicated most of their undressing time to Simon, and then got undressed in record speed.

Now was no exception. Simon had barely managed to reach for the lube he knew was kept in Wilhelm’s night table and then to scoot himself up so he could lay his head on a pillow before Wilhelm climbed onto the bed, fully naked now, too. Simon didn’t stop the sigh that escaped him when Wilhelm lowered himself on top of him, nudging his legs apart and then absentmindedly rubbing their erections against each other.

Wilhelm had once joked that Simon’s access to the Swedish language was heavily impacted by what stage they were in during their lovemaking. At the initial kisses and tight hugs, Simon could string together complete, intellectual sentences about whatever, it didn’t necessarily have to fit their present actions; when Wilhelm got his hand or mouth on Simon’s cock, he could still utter full sentences, but it took him way more effort; by the time they were in bed together, both fully naked, Simon’s vocabulary was reduced to just them and this room, the outside world didn’t matter. When they were like this, in bed, and Wilhelm moved down to tend to Simon’s erection again, he could really only string some words together, not necessarily in Swedish anymore. And when Wilhelm was moving so deliciously inside him with that wonderful cock of his, Simon could generally only call out to his deities, or some crude expletives, or Wilhelm’s name.

Wilhelm joked about it, but Simon knew it was true. He wasn’t ashamed of enjoying what he did. Whoever said that being the bottom was bad in some way, especially to their level of masculinity, clearly hadn’t been fucked yet by a good top. (Like Wilhelm. But nobody would get to share Wilhelm, he was Simon’s, thank you very much.)

Simon was not at the deity stage yet, but their previous conversation was mostly forgotten. Wilhelm was highly amused by this, even though he didn’t let up on his excellent cock-sucking skills. One of his hands brushed Simon’s thigh lightly, the other rested on Simon’s belly. Simon managed to look down at his fiancé like this, somewhat amused by the idea that Sweden’s future King currently had Simon’s cock in his mouth, but that thought disappeared eventually as if swept up by the wind when Simon’s pleasure mounted and he got into deity territory fast.

He only vaguely noticed Wilhelm reaching for the lube Simon had fetched from the nightstand, but he heard the telltale sound of the bottle opening, and his cock twitched. Wilhelm chuckled, and while peppering Simon’s belly with butterfly kisses, slowly but surely opened Simon up, first using one, and then two fingers, making Simon’s pleasure mount and mount until there was no going back, and Simon could feel himself getting closer to the edge-

Right then, a knock on the door interrupted the silence in the room, almost deafening to Simon’s ears. Wilhelm didn’t hesitate and ripped the covers from underneath Simon, and while keeping his position between Simon’s legs, covered himself with the thick duvet completely. Hiding him from sight. Forcing Simon to make a choice whether or not to answer the knock.

Fuck the future King of Sweden. Literally and figuratively. 

“Yes?”

Simon’s head was fuzzy with pleasure, still not quite far removed from an incredible orgasm. Wilhelm must know that, right? He had joked about it often enough, about Simon’s limited vocabulary in the throes of passion-

Ah. Well. This upcoming conversation was about to be super interesting. Simon only hoped it wasn’t the Queen.

The person entering was one of the young, as of yet inexperienced members of staff Simon had regrettably forgotten the name of (he made it a point to know at least the names of the people who were looking after them), and felt bad for them immediately. They were about to be included in some stupid shenanigans of two twenty-five-year-olds too horny to stop their lovemaking for even one second.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, Your Highness,” the member of staff said. (Was it Kit? Kai? He definitely remembered they went by they/them pronouns) Well, clearly inexperienced, because Simon was no such thing, and if it was up to Queen Kristina, probably never would be. Simon couldn’t fault them for making this mistake - there were so many rules within these palace walls to abide by that one tended to lose track eventually. 

Simon pulled the covers up all the way to his neck but was under no illusion that the staff member (Kim!) hadn’t seen that Simon was naked at least from the waist up. He knew his pleasure blush extended all the way up to his neck and cheeks, and he was close to completion - especially when Wilhelm slipped two fingers back inside Simon’s entrance, and Simon had to bite his lip not to moan out loud.

“Not a problem,” Simon choked out after he had found his words.

“I’m here to pick up laundry?”

Bless their sweet heart. Of course, life continued, even when Simon was on cloud nine, happy and in love and living in his own little bubble with the love of his life. 

Said love of Simon’s life now wrapped his lips around Simon’s cock and Simon had to fight for his life. He was so going to scold Wilhelm afterward for this.

“Could you come back in the morning?” Simon said, noticing how his voice was now two octaves higher than it usually was. There was no way Kim didn’t notice what was going on here, what with Simon’s blush, his high voice, and him biting his lip - not to mention the fact that there was undoubtedly movement discernible beneath the duvet. They were probably single-handedly traumatizing this poor soul, and Simon was now at a point where he couldn’t really stop it from happening, either.

Kim nodded and didn’t let that be stated twice. They were out of the room before Simon could even blink, and he made a mental note to make sure that Kim was given a sizable raise. And perhaps therapy.

The moment Kim left the room, Wilhelm increased his efforts, and Simon was helpless to stop his orgasm from mounting this time. He threw his head back and came, all down Wilhelm’s throat until there was nothing left to spend. The moment Wilhelm’s fingers slipped from his entrance registered almost as a disappointment. Wilhelm kissed his way up Simon’s body, but it was all gooey by now, with Simon being left boneless after his climax.

“You… are… evil…” Simon breathed against Wilhelm’s lips, enjoying the taste of himself there. He slung one boneless arm around Wilhelm’s neck, but the young prince didn’t need to be brought close for another kiss.

“They’ll recover,” he muttered, kissing Simon deeply again and making Simon's protests die on the tip of his tongue as Wilhelm effortlessly stoked the fire inside Simon back up again. So shortly after his orgasm, and he was already squirming again, scooting up so their cocks rubbed together - Simon's only semi-erect, Wilhelm's as hard as it ever had been.

"So…" Wilhelm drawled, rubbing his cock first against Simon's, and then slipping down to rub against Simon’s entrance. "What is it you want?"

Simon rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to beg, Wille." Which was stupid, because of course he was going to beg.

"Really? Hmm. Alright." Wilhelm was about to roll over and stop the delicious friction against every part of Simon's lower body. Simon stopped him with the arm that was still slung around his neck. Simon hadn't even had the chance to suck Wilhelm, but with this opportunity so close by, he wouldn't let it pass.

"Fuck. Fine . Please fuck me, Wilhelm."

"That doesn't sound all that enthusiastic." Still, Wilhelm had reached for the lube again, showing Simon that he would eventually get what he wanted. 

"I'm surprised you can still speak with that massive hard-on."

Wilhelm looked up at Simon with that sweet smile of his, laced with something a bit less innocent than usual. Wilhelm leaned down and kissed Simon silly, reducing them both to simple sighs and moans. Yet Wilhelm kept stubbornly rubbing their cocks together, kissing Simon, and brushing a hand through Simon’s hair. 

No matter how much Simon wanted for Wilhelm to follow through, this was working for him, too, and he felt himself growing hard again, his focus less on kissing Wilhelm back with all his might, and more on trying not to drift away due to the mounting pleasure within him. 

Wilhelm engaged all of the tricks he knew would drive Simon absolutely crazy with lust - softly nibbling Simon's lower lip, kissing his jaw before dipping lower and licking his neck, sucking at the pressure points there and no doubt creating some friends for the hickey that Wilhelm had already planted there. 

"I have been waiting to get you like this since we left for the banquet," Wilhelm whispered, and oh god, he was set on reducing Simon to a boneless mess again, wasn't he? "I mean, I'm proud of you for getting through that, but you looked like a fine snack all evening. I kept thinking how all those people would react if I would just… walk over to your side of the table… pull you up, kiss you senseless… push you up onto the table and strip you bare, and have you right there, between the bone-dry chicken and the fucking mayor of Stockholm-"

"Oh god-"

"I would fuck you so deeply…" Wilhelm leaned on one arm, bringing the other one between them. It skirted past both of their cocks and pressed against one of Simon's thighs to spread it wider. "Are you close to begging now, Simon?"

He had been, admittedly, but now he felt his stubborn side rearing up again, the one that refused to do anything anyone asked of him, even if he had been about to do it. He raised his chin defiantly, otherwise rather helpless considering Wilhelm was stronger than him - Wilhelm simply grabbed his chin, pushed it open, and simply forced his tongue inside.

Simon whimpered. He loved it when Wilhelm was dominant like this - not too much, just enough to let Simon feel like he wasn't in complete control, like it was Wilhelm who was laying down the ground rules. He should maybe not feel like that, Wilhelm already had so much control over Simon's life, but in the end, Simon trusted him implicitly, and he liked knowing that he would be in good hands when he did end up relinquishing control.

"Yes?" Wilhelm said, in obvious response to Simon's whimper. "You have something to say?" Simon glared at him, but there was no malice behind it. "Just let it out, mi amor ."

Simon sighed in annoyance, but it ended in a moan - Wilhelm hadn't even done anything else. Wilhelm was unbelievable, yet he managed to press all the right buttons. Simon was so proud and happy to have Wilhelm all to himself. "Wille… please… fuck me…" 

This time, he actually meant it, and Wilhelm could tell, too. He smiled and kissed Simon deeply, making him sigh again and again out of desperation until Wilhelm moved his hips forward and slipped the head of his cock inside Simon’s entrance. 

"I knew you could beg."

"Wille… oh… oh my god…"

Simon still remembered their first time together. Wilhelm had not been Simon's first, and neither had Simon been Wilhelm’s first. Simon had, however, never done more than hand or oral stuff before Wilhelm, and Wilhelm had only had sex with two girls before Simon. In some ways, they had been each other's firsts, if only because this was the first time they had fallen for someone this badly.

Wilhelm had been amazing back then, a little shy, not knowing how to pleasure another boy, but he had caught up soon. That Wilhelm and today's Wilhelm were not the same - Simon wasn't really complaining in the slightest. Teen Wilhelm would never have been this confident between the sheets, although he had taken charge of the situation, even then. Like a born top, that Wilhelm of his. It explained why it hadn't really worked for either of them when they had tried flipping positions.

"I know you can take it," Wilhelm whispered in Simon's ear. "You've taken it plenty before."

Simon's witty response died in his throat as he felt his muscles give in, feeling everything succumbing to Wilhelm. Wilhelm pushed until there was no space left for him to fill inside Simon, and Simon cried out in ecstasy, happiness, pleasure, he could not have stayed silent even at gunpoint. 

"There you go," Wilhelm whispered, combined with a toe-curling, open-mouthed kiss. "You're such a good little slut. I'm so deep inside you…"

Fuck . Nobody would ever know how perfect Wilhelm was as a lover, how good he was at dirty talk, how, somehow, despite a lack of experience for both of them outside of this relationship, Wilhelm was so incredibly good at lovemaking. They worked well together, in every aspect of life. And how could Simon have known that he sort of had a thing for being degraded and praised at the same time? He loved it when Wilhelm whispered words of love in his ear, but he also loved it when Wilhelm called him his 'good little slut'. Sue him. (Simon didn’t really remember when this was a thing that had started between them. It wasn’t like Simon had known of this kink, and it wasn’t like Wilhelm was just throwing low-key insulting words out there for the fun of it. Maybe it was just something that had sort of grown between them, and Wilhelm had learned to read Simon well enough to experiment a little.)

Simon also got off on the idea that, while in public, Wilhelm was always such a prim and proper gentleman, smiling that wonderful smile of his, opening doors for any lady accompanying him (and for Simon, too, even if it made Simon roll his eyes), in their bedroom, it was a whole different Crown Prince Simon saw. Sure, Wilhelm was still a gentleman in the general sense, but all the prim and proper was forgotten in the throes of passion, and Simon would often think about their recent lovemaking session while he sat in the audience, looking at his fiancé making a speech about some boring-ass topic Simon couldn’t be bothered to put his full attention in to. It wasn’t uncommon for Simon to wake Wilhelm up in the morning, leading to some steamy, passionate sex, and leave Simon with hand-shaped marks hidden beneath his clothing, and one time, Simon had still been practically sopping wet from both lube and Wilhelm’s seed.

Simon had needed to practice his walking, much to Wilhelm’s amusement, to be able to hide it in case he was sore. But the idea that all of that was happening, that Wilhelm marked Simon like that, that Simon had Wilhelm all to himself at least in the privacy of their bedroom, gave him an incredible thrill. These people would never know.

He didn’t really know why the thought turned him on so much, but it was working for him, so he wouldn’t really complain. And sometimes, when Wilhelm was up on some stage making that boring-ass speech, and he would thank ‘his amazing fiancé’ for being there with him, the look that would often pass between them was incredibly intimate - as if Wilhelm would be remembering too what they had been up to before leaving the palace.

"I love you, Simme," Wilhelm whispered, kissing Simon first on the lips again, then leaving a butterfly kiss on the tip of his nose. "I'm so proud of you."

Wilhelm's pride probably covered a whole range of topics - from his ability to live and survive at court, a life that was so vastly different from his own, to Simon trusting Wilhelm so thoroughly with every part of his life, and possibly even to Simon taking Wilhelm's cock like this, not that it was such a punishment, to be honest. 

"Wille… quiero -"

"Tell me," Wilhelm whispered, some of the urgency and playfulness from before gone. Wilhelm was good at driving Simon wild, but he would never leave him unsatisfied, and would always double-check what it was that Simon desired out of this time. (If Simon didn't say anything about his wishes, Wilhelm would settle for slow and gentle. He didn't want to be rough without Simon's clear consent.) Another reason why Wilhelm was such a good top to Simon. "Tell me what you want, Simme." It was not an order, but there was some urgency to it.

" Besame . Please, Wille…"

Wilhelm complied immediately, kissing Simon deeply. Which was almost funny in a way, because he really didn't speak much Spanish to begin with. Most of the words he knew in Spanish were not fit for polite society, considering he had only learned them because of Simon mixing up his languages while they made love.

Wilhelm brought up his hands and brushed one of them through Simon's curls. Simon opened his eyes, barely having noticed that he had closed them in the first place. He felt some tears streaming down his cheeks, and Wilhelm brushed them away before they could reach his ears. 

"I'm not in pain," Simon muttered, feeling like he should explain away his tears. Wilhelm knew him, though. They knew each other through and through.

"I know."

"Wille, I love you."

"I love you, too, Simme. So, so much." They remained like that, suspended in one moment, it seemed, still connected in every way that mattered, with Wilhelm buried inside him like that. Wilhelm brushed down Simon's side until he reached Simon's legs and pulled up one. Simon automatically brought up the other one with it, and his knees pressed against Wilhelm's sides, opening up Simon's lower body without getting too acrobatic. Simon knew people often considered the missionary position to be vanilla. Simon absolutely loved it - it was so intimate, all parts of their bodies flush together, their lips within kissing distance, their eyes able to meet to make sure the other was alright. Even if it was mostly Wilhelm checking up on Simon, because Simon was usually too far gone for rational thought, or any thoughts, for that matter.

"How do you want it?"

"I don't… fuck…"

"Slow?"

Simon nodded. " Como esto . Wanna see you."

Wilhelm leaned down to kiss him, and it filled Simon with love, even more love than he had felt before. Which seemed impossible, because he had loved Wilhelm enough to give up most of his life to get married to him.

When Wilhelm started moving inside him, Simon's tears soon stopped coming. God, but this felt good . He hoped it would always be like this between them, absolutely wonderful, beautiful, and completely satisfying. 

He loved being filled like this. He loved having Wilhelm so close, face-to-face, within kissing range at all times. 

Wilhelm pulled out and it almost made Simon pout. Wilhelm lubed both of them up before slipping back inside and establishing a slow pace, and yet his thrusts were deep, deeper than he would have been if they went for fast and hard. Simon felt him practically everywhere and was almost convinced that if Wilhelm pushed a little deeper, he would be able to taste him on his tongue. 

Wilhelm stayed true to his earlier words and maintained his slow rhythm, and in other moments, Simon might have urged him to speed up, but this was wonderful in and of itself, and he wanted this to last forever. Wanted to keep the love of his life within him forever, wanted to stay this close and connected for all eternity. 

But Wilhelm's cock was rubbing against Simon's prostate, Wilhelm knowing exactly which angles worked best for that, and despite his previous orgasm, Simon felt himself approaching a new one soon. He felt it in Wilhelm, too, and commended his ability to hold back his own climaxes - one time, Simon had cum by simply blowing Wilhelm, untouched. Or maybe it just said something about how easily Simon gave in to his orgasms.

"Wille…"

"I'm here."

Simon smiled in the crook of Wilhelm's neck. Of course he was here. There was only one person who could be here with Simon in this way and spark these kinds of emotions in him.

"I love you. Please don't stop."

And Wilhelm didn't. It only took a few minutes for Wilhelm’s thrusts, kisses, and caresses to leave Simon a whimpering and moaning mess, the connection between his mouth and his brain that was usually there closed off. True, Simon spoke three languages fluently, but he didn't really have access to any of them right now.

He tilted his head to look at him - Wilhelm was still a few centimeters taller than Simon - and was completely charmed by the face he saw there. Red, forehead sweaty, some strands of his hair stuck to his temples, Wilhelm had never looked more beautiful than he did now. And Simon was suddenly struck with the realization that it was he who got to warm the prince’s bed. Wilhelm had become something of a heartthrob among the teenage population in their country, following a series of photos for a magazine done a few months ago, and now he was often followed by a flock of teenage fans whenever he showed up in public. (The pictures had been very nice, admittedly, with Wilhelm looking a bit sexier than a royal usually did. Still fully clothed, but still sexy as fuck. Simon wasn't really ashamed to admit he had used the pictures once or twice to get himself off in Wilhelm's absence.)

As if these teenagers would ever have a chance with him. As if Wilhelm's attention was ever not with Simon.

No. Wilhelm was Simon's, like Simon was Wilhelm’s. It was Simon who got to be here with him like this, high and drunk on love, lust, and passion. It was Simon who got to wear this engagement ring (that had belonged to Wilhelm’s grandmother) and marry him sometime in the next year, as soon as all the involved parties could agree on a date.

Wilhelm opened his eyes and their eyes met. 

It could never have been casual between them. That was what made it so difficult when they had separated. If it had been just about the pleasure then they might have been able to forget about their encounters, but it had never been just about the pleasure. From the moment they had met, they had been bound together by fate, like they had been soulmates. Not that Simon would admit that he believed in soulmates, but if it did exist, he and Wilhelm were a prime example.

"Are you close?" Wilhelm asked, leaning on one of his arms again so he could brush Simon's curls out of his face. Simon already was not in a fully solid state, but the look Wilhelm sent him, the love Simon saw in his eyes, made him melt even further into the mattress. "You don't need to beg this time. Unless you want to."

Simon chuckled. His heart warmed, he was simply so happy to be here with this wonderful man, and the tears that started to flow down the sides of his face were proof of that. Wilhelm kissed the tear tracks. Simon willed his arm to lift up so his hand could brush through Wilhelm's sweaty hair, before moving down, taking one of Wilhelm's hands with it until he silently asked for Wilhelm to wrap his fingers around Simon's cock.

Wilhelm understood the hint. A few thrusts later, his hand mimicking the movement of his own cock, Simon crashed over the edge, taking Wilhelm with him almost instantly.

Simon knew he was still there, physically, on this giant bed fit for a prince, with his excellent lover between his legs, but his mind was floating in the wind, high up somewhere.

He had had intense orgasms before with Wilhelm. He didn't know what was different about this time, but he wasn't really complaining. 

By the time he floated back to his body, Wilhelm was sitting on the edge of the bed and was wiping Simon's spend off Simon’s belly with a damp towel. Wilhelm saw that Simon was looking at him and smiled. 

"You're back."

"How long was I gone?"

"Not too long, don't worry. How are you feeling?"

Simon checked in with his body, for as much that was possible. He was sweaty all over, his lower body was sore, and his hands were shaking slightly. "Uh…"

Wilhelm noticed this, too. Wilhelm put on some clothes at record speed. "Stay here, I'll be right back."

It wasn't as if Simon would have been able to go anywhere either in this state, but he humored Wilhelm anyway. Simon's surroundings returned, and he wondered when he would finally get used to the palace, to the expensive decorations, the lavish, impersonal furniture, and the frankly crappy wi-fi - the last one was more of a first-world problem. All of them were, to be honest. But this life was so different from what he was used to, and the only thing that grounded him was Wilhelm.

The door opened and Simon had half a mind to cover himself with the duvet, but it was his fiancé, balancing a silver tray in one hand and closing the door behind him with the other.

"Did you eat enough at dinner, Simme? I think your blood sugar might be low. Here, have a banana."

Wilhelm placed the tray on the bed beside Simon, and then stripped again down to his underwear.

Simon was always sure he couldn't love Wilhelm any more than he already did. Wilhelm was already the sweetest, kindest, most compassionate human being Simon had ever had the pleasure of meeting, and there had been so many times where he had assumed that Wilhelm was way out of his reach. Why would a prince, a future King, settle for a commoner like Simon? He brought nothing special to the table - no money, no land, no title. But somehow, it seemed to be enough for Wilhelm.

"Wille?"

"Hmm?"

"Come here, please."

Wilhelm slipped beneath the covers silently and gathered Simon in his arms. Simon wrapped his arms around Wilhelm and buried his face in the crook of Wilhelm's neck - and almost instantaneously broke down in tears.

"Oh, Simme… did I do something wrong? Are you in pain?"

Simon shook his head. Frankly, he barely knew why he was crying. Perhaps it was because he hadn't been able to eat much at the banquet, too nervous to risk not keeping something down, and the bland flavors of it all didn't really help. Perhaps it was the two mind-blowing orgasms he had had in rapid succession. He wasn't really sure.

"I think I just… realized that this is forever… that we are forever."

"And that makes you feel sad?"

Simon looked up and rolled his eyes, but an involuntary smile still spread across his face. "No, Wille. It makes me so… so happy." Simon pushed his face against Wilhelm's upper arm. "So happy."

"Good. It makes me happy, too."

They lay like that for a few minutes in blissful silence. When Simon got up to use the bathroom, he noticed that indeed, his blood sugar was probably a bit low, so he ate the banana and drank some of the soda that Wilhelm had brought - always the considerate partner.

A few minutes later, when the banana had settled a little, Simon looked up at Wilhelm again.

"It's the fucking chicken." Wilhelm chuckled, then broke out into laughter. Simon was only partly serious when he continued speaking. "I swear to God, I will end up starving one day. Can they make a separate meal for me? The Hispanic meal for me, and the Swedish meal for all the white Swedish higher-ups with no taste buds. I swear I'm not picky, but that chicken has no goddamn flavor, Wille. Some garlic, at least, would help. Some cayenne pepper, too, some basil, paprika. With all this money at your disposal, you could feed a whole city with that money, and still no cook who can properly season their chicken. It's such a tragedy, those poor chickens died for nothing."

Wilhelm was still laughing, and Simon joined him eventually. Such a stupid thing to get riled up over, but he felt it mattered in the long run.

Wilhelm was stroking Simon's belly and his sides while Simon kept ranting for a little longer, but of course, there was the whole thing with Simon forgetting how to speak the more aroused he was, and Wilhelm loved experimenting with it.

"You up for round three?" Wilhelm whispered in his ear. (Oddly enough, Wilhelm always counted their rounds by Simon’s orgasms rather than his own. It showed how he focused all his attention on Simon and made him the priority.) Simon felt a shudder going up and down his back, his arms. Simon lifted the covers and inspected his own naked body, then Wilhelm's, which was clothed only with his underwear, and smirked. There was a sizable erection there, ready for Simon to enjoy.

"Looks like you are, in any case."

Wilhelm snickered and pulled on Simon, so he was forced to straddle Wilhelm's lap, already feeling Wilhelm’s semi-hard erection against his butt. 

"Are you alright, Simme?" Wilhelm asked, his hands staying conservatively away from any areas that would arouse Simon further - Wilhelm knew as well as Simon did that any place on Simon's body was arousing if it were Wilhelm's hands on them.

"For your information, I am still thinking about the poor chicken, but maybe you can remedy that by fucking all of my languages out of me."

Wilhelm's pupils dilated at that, and his hands gripped Simon's hips, no doubt leaving behind some nice finger-shaped bruises. 

"Was it too much?"

"Too much?"

"The whole begging thing?"

Simon softened and smiled. "If anything, it could have been more. I love it when you take control like that."

“Even the slut thing?”

“Wille, I thought we had already established that I have odd tastes in dirty talk.”

Wilhelm didn’t chuckle as Simon expected him to, and neither did he try to diminish that statement. He let it pass for the moment, for some reason.

They both leaned in to share a deep kiss. Wilhelm kept him there with a hand on the back of his neck.

"Well, then, my little slut. Let's see if I can make you beg again.”

Simon rolled his eyes and laughed, but he knew he would be begging for something again in the upcoming minutes. In fact, he had stopped the involuntary moan as a response to Wilhelm’s words at the last minute, and couldn’t wait to have Wilhelm deep inside him again. 

He reached for the bottle of lube and tended to them both, but there was not a lot of preparation needed or, indeed, wanted at that moment. When Simon sank down on Wilhelm’s hard cock, he sighed in relief, already feeling how he would be reduced speechless some minutes down the line.

~...~

They spent the rest of the night like that, napping between rounds, and then kissing and fucking each other silly once they woke up. Simon was generally a light sleeper, Wilhelm could sleep through a lot without waking up. Simon often put that to good use and simply looked at Wilhelm, pushing the covers down a little to inspect every little inch of his financé.

He loved seeing how Wilhelm’s muscles had filled out a little over the years. He was by no means incredibly muscular now, but it was obvious that he worked out regularly, and it had gotten rid of the boyish frame that Wilhelm had had when they had first met. Simon loved tracing the faint hint of a six-pack, feeling the little hairs there tickle his fingers. Simon hadn’t really liked hair on a partner before, but then again, that had been back when he was a teenager. And the hair on Wilhelm’s belly, chest, arms, and legs, was an indication of maturity, in a way, of masculinity even.

Simon didn’t have the same hair as Wilhelm did. Sure, his arms and legs were covered, and there was the hair surrounding his own penis, but it was nothing in comparison to Wilhelm. Still, Simon didn’t let it alter his own image of himself - despite contrary beliefs, Simon knew he was worthy, and that he was masculine, just in different ways than Wilhelm.

It was difficult to stay positive, however, when the media and the public always had their opinions at the ready about Simon, his appearance, and his mannerisms. According to the tabloids, Simon was Wilhelm’s twink (Simon wondered where they had gotten that kind of terminology, considering that he knew most of them were written by middle-aged straight people), the way he dressed was feminine, and in general, in their eyes, he was simply unmanly.

He didn’t feel unmanly, especially not when he was with Wilhelm. What did it mean to be a man, anyway? Was it shoving down your own emotions? Treating other people, especially women, like shit? Always pretending you were better than everyone? If that was what was expected of him as a man , he didn’t want it. And he knew, neither did Wilhelm. Together, they seemed to shape different meanings of masculinity, but they were still both men , chest hair or not.

Simon sighed, and let a small smile spread across his face as he traced Wilhelm’s soft cock with a finger. He wouldn’t let himself get further than that, not when Wilhelm was still asleep, but it was fun to see his unconscious reactions to the stimulation. Despite the several rounds they had already enjoyed, some of Wilhelm’s blood was already gathering at Simon’s favorite place. He stopped after a few seconds, contemplating his next move. He grinned and quietly rolled onto his back, letting the same finger that had just brushed against Wilhelm’s cock brush his own.

It only took a few moments for Simon to swell under his own touch. Who needed porn or racy magazines to get into the mood when the person right by your side was better than any fantasy anyone could think of, including himself? He looked at the chest hair, at the hair leaving a trail down to Wilhelm’s cock, the lean hips, the strong thighs - Simon was almost wondering what had been in that god awful chicken, for there must have been some kind of aphrodisiac in it for him to be turned on and hard so quickly, and so often. He was already sore, but his butt was giving him conflicting messages - no, let me rest and yes, let that gorgeous, gorgeous man rail me for the rest of the night and every night after this one . 

Simon really only listened to one.

He was just about to reach for the newly opened bottle of lube (they had already gone through one full bottle, which should explain a lot) so he could have his other hand join in on the fun when he noticed Wilhelm stirring beside him. It sent a jolt of pleasure through Simon’s body, pooling at his erection, at the anticipation of what might be to come now. 

Wilhelm opened his eyes, and those sleepy browns looked at Simon without really taking him in before they closed again and Wilhelm turned onto his side. Simon fought the disappointment, but it was short-lived, because Wilhelm flipped onto his back, his eyes now wide open - like a comedic double-take, not having registered what his sleepy eyes had tried to tell his brain. Wilhelm did a quick inventory of Simon’s body, and the longer his eyes lingered, the more his pupils dilated - and the more Simon’s hole practically pulsed in excitement, ready to be filled.

“Fuck,” Wilhelm breathed, getting himself into a more comfortable position so that he had a better view of Simon and the movements of his hand. Simon resumed, and let his other hand search for the bottle of lube again. Wilhelm found it before him and slipped it into his hand, their fingers lingering against each other. And come on, they were engaged, Wilhelm had fucked Simon in pretty much every place in this room and even some outside - something as innocent as their hands brushing together shouldn’t make his heart skip a beat, but here they were all the same.

He popped open the bottle and squirted some of the lube on his fingers, going directly for their destination - first slipping in one finger, testing his soreness, and then slipping in a second when he determined that he was sore but not that sore.

“Wille?”

“Yes, Simme?” Wilhelm’s eyes were fixated on Simon’s lower body, however, and Simon couldn’t really say that he blamed him - he would be the same if Wilhelm lay beside him like this, open and in full view. Simon kept looking at Wilhelm’s face, however, trying to commit even more of it to memory, as if he wouldn’t already be able to recognize it with just his fingertips.

“I love you.”

Wilhelm raised his gaze, and their eyes met. 

Simon was afraid of their future, sometimes. Afraid of his future. He knew so many people whose marriages had come to an end prematurely, with a lot of fighting, anger, and hurt. He didn’t want that for him and Wilhelm. He knew he couldn’t predict whether they would be together forever, but here, like this, when dawn was barely showing itself, looking in each other’s eyes… Simon realized that no matter what happened, they were soulmates. It was a stupid thing to think, and maybe it was the optimistic romantic in him speaking like that, but he knew it to be true. He would always love Wilhelm, no matter what happened, no matter if they broke up and remained friends afterward - Wilhelm was the great love of his life, and that would never change.

“I love you, too, Simme. So much. And not just because you’re laying here like this, offering yourself to me like a gift.” Wilhelm was good at dirty talk, but his romantic prose could use some work. Still, it made Simon smile, and his heart warm. 

“I know. You’re the love of my life.”

Wilhelm’s features softened even more if that was even possible, and Wilhelm leaned in to kiss Simon deeply, and let this speak for him. Wilhelm was always so much better with acts than with words - smiling sincerely at Simon, even from a distance; enveloping him completely in his arms anytime they hugged; and even the clichéd shit, like Wilhelm taking off his coat to drape it over Simon’s shoulders when he gave even the slightest hint that he was cold. Simon knew it wasn’t just him Wilhelm loved dearly - he knew their closest friends and family felt much the same way, too, always brightening when Wilhelm had visited them because he was just an intrinsically good person.

Yes, he had his flaws, Simon wasn’t lying to himself on that account. Wilhelm could be quick to anger, not just when he felt something was unjustified; he had his insecurities which sometimes caused him to do stupid things; and Wilhelm could be gullible, too, enabling others to take advantage of him. And yes, although this wasn’t his fault, he did sometimes forget that he was in a place of privilege and that there were many people less fortunate than him - one example, the buttons of Simon’s shirt earlier that night. It was taking for granted the fact that there would be somebody cleaning up after you, something that Wilhelm had never had to be without, and likely never would.

But even with these character flaws, Simon loved him and loved him dearly. It was his honest and genuine opinion that there was nobody better in this world than Crown Prince Wilhelm of Sweden, but he knew he was biased because he was wearing said Prince’s engagement ring on his finger.

“Wille?” Simon took his hands from their previous positions and rested them on his belly.

“Hmm?”

“I know we haven’t talked about this yet, but, uh… I guess now’s as good a time as any.”

Wilhelm’s eyes widened slightly in what Simon knew to be panic. “Are you pregnant?”

Simon’s thoughts froze for a second. Then, he simply raised an eyebrow and let out a chuckle. 

“Well, that would be one for the history books, if that were the case.”

“I’m sorry, I panicked!”

“You panicked and the first thing you could think of was that I was pregnant?”

Wilhelm laughed and shrugged. One of his hands came out and brushed Simon’s hands, feather-like touches that raised goosebumps when they descended slightly downwards. “Well, my brain wasn’t at peak performance anyway with this sight before me.”

“Rest assured, Wille, that no matter how many times we try it, that will never have to be on your panic list.”

“Got it.” 

Simon rolled his eyes and let out a sigh - a contented sigh because he loved this man so much, and he had him close to him for the remainder of the night. Not that that was probably going to be long, seeing the first signs of dawn present themselves through the tiny slits in the heavy curtains.

“Wille?”

“Simme?”

“Will you blindfold me?”

That caught Wilhelm off guard as not much did, and it made Simon smile and shuffle closer. He was fully determined to bring this conversation back to the destination he had meant it to reach, even before Wilhelm had woken up. (And despite the fact that they had been together for some years now, the discussion of how to spice things up a little in the bedroom had only recently come up. Apparently, it was a normal progression of a mutual sex life, and not a bad omen.)

“Blind…”

“We haven’t really talked about it before, and if you don’t want to do it, that’s fine. I just… Well, as a result of your… incredible dirty talk throughout the night, I sort of got to thinking, and… well, I think it might be nice. To try, maybe I won’t even like it, but I’m already mostly submitting to you, so why not this?”

“You misunderstood me, Simme. I would love to blindfold you. I just… didn’t think that it would be something you would be in to.”

“I don’t know if I will be. But the… Well, let’s just call it for what it is, the apparent kinks that I have might fall right into the same category as blindfolding and I’m just curious if it will work for me. And… for you. I know you enjoy seeing me submissive.”

“I enjoy it when you enjoy it. I think it’s less the submission for me, and more the fact that you enjoy it so much, that really turns me on.”

Simon scooted closer and brushed his lips against Wilhelm’s, letting his tongue slip past to get just a quick taste. He could feel Wilhelm softening, and yet readying himself, too - and hardening in other places.

“Oh, I really… really… enjoy it.”

Simon’s words had barely left his mouth when Wilhelm moved from his statue-like state and leaned in, getting his hands involved and cupping Simon in all the right places, bringing him closer for a deep kiss and letting their lower bodies come into contact with each other - Simon got goosebumps feeling Wilhelm’s cock press against his upper thigh, several inches longer than the last time Simon had looked at it.

It was that for a few minutes, mindless kissing, grabbing, stroking, which was not unpleasant but also not what Simon wanted out of this time. Wilhelm knew this, too - they could sense in each other when they wanted to talk, and especially when they wanted to fuck.

Well. Was it really fucking at this point? Sure, sometimes it was that, quick and rough and scratching an itch that only passionate fucking could scratch, and it was good. But most of the time, Simon had the consciousness to realize that it was lovemaking, and between them, it was so good . It was not about their own pleasure in those moments, it was a mutual thing, and despite the fact that Simon was generally submissive and there to be taken by Wilhelm, to be pleasured, he still tried his best to ensure that Wilhelm was feeling good, too. He would not let a session end with only him having finished, and Wilhelm still hanging in there.

Wilhelm’s lips kissed a trail from Simon’s lips to his ear, and nibbled gently on the lobe, before whispering with that sultry bedroom voice that only Simon was privy to hear, “you stay right here and prepare yourself for my cock.”

Simon moaned, unable to keep it in, and felt a shiver run down his spine in blissful anticipation. Wilhelm got up, pressed the bottle of lube in Simon’s hands, and then disappeared. Simon threw his head back and closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath to steady his thoughts, but there was no point in it, knowing that Wilhelm would simply scramble them again when he returned. Simon wouldn’t have it any other way, really, and wasn’t ashamed of his reactions to Wilhelm granting him such intense pleasure - he might have been at first, he barely remembered now, but he knew how much Wilhelm loved seeing his responses, so he didn’t try to stop them anymore.

Simon tried to get order back to his hair, which was just as stubborn and wild as his thoughts were, so he just sighed and leaned back against the fluffy pillows, popping open the bottle of lube and getting to work - opening himself up despite knowing that he was still mostly stretched open from their last round. That only made him more excited for what was to come, the memories of Wilhelm so deep within him… it would never be enough, Simon always wanted more, and could he be blamed, truly?

Wilhelm emerged from their walk-in closet a few minutes later with some water (they kept bottles of water there for this exact reason) and Simon’s silk tie, only one of two he owned at that moment, the other scattered somewhere across the floor when they had undressed. Wilhelm was still blissfully naked and so hard, it made Simon wonder if he had tended to himself, too, while he was gone - making Simon feel a little jealous that he hadn’t been the one to bring him back to full mast. But then again, he probably had been the one to get him into this erection, as Simon remembered the way Wilhelm’s pupils had dilated at the thought of blindfolding him. 

Wilhelm climbed onto the bed and Simon sighed in satisfaction, glad that the bed was not just filled by himself. Wilhelm unscrewed the cap from the water bottle and Simon reached out a hand - which Wilhelm slapped, making Simon pull back quickly.

“You can drink, but you can keep your hands where they were.”

Simon obeyed, one of his hands pulling lazily on his cock while the other sank within him again, three fingers now, down to the last knuckle. Wilhelm carefully poured some water into Simon’s mouth, and why was this so hot? Was it the fact that Wilhelm could easily just claim him, push him onto his stomach, and press that cock deep inside Simon’s hole, and yet instead spent precious minutes tending to Simon, all the while keeping the hotness dial turned all the fuck up? Must be.

When the bottle was mostly empty, Wilhelm put the cap back and then simply threw the bottle over his shoulder and focused fully on Simon. “Now, where were we? Oh, right, you wanted me to blindfold you.”

Wilhelm straddled Simon’s hips, a position he was not in very often (it was usually the other way around), and leaned down to kiss Simon deeply. Simon’s hands stayed down but they couldn’t find any purchase now, stuck beneath Wilhelm’s body, and maybe that had been Wilhelm’s goal in the first place. Simon arched his back to try and deepen the kiss, bring him closer, anything, but his arms stayed locked. Which added to the experience, he might add. He would remember that for later.

“You’re a creative little witch, aren’t you?” Wilhelm’s lips brushed against Simon’s before he leaned back up and reached for the blindfold. “I never would have thought about blindfolding you, but then you do always find ways to make things pleasant for us, don’t you? There you go. Oh, if only you could see yourself now.”

The blindfold was around Simon’s head now, blocking out everything but a little light that peeked in from the top and bottom, but there was no chance of it granting Simon even a little bit of a vision. Which was exactly what he had asked for, but it only fully registered now. He could only imagine what kind of a sight he was for Wilhelm now.

“Where to begin?” Wilhelm had climbed off of Simon’s body and Simon could feel him sitting beside him. He wanted to offer options, but his mouth was dry despite the water he had drunk just minutes before. 

He felt Wilhelm’s fingertips on his feet and had to fight not to pull them back, an instinctual response that didn’t help him now, considering he really liked Wilhelm touching him like this. One of Wilhelm’s hands gently pushed Simon’s away, making his fingers slip out of him and instantly wishing he had something to fill him again. Wilhelm made Simon’s hands rest above his head, almost as if he was saying, ‘leave it to me.’ And Simon knew he was in good hands.

Wilhelm lifted one of Simon’s feet and Simon felt his lips against his toes, the sole of his foot, the top of his foot. Wilhelm’s lips kissed their way slowly up Simon’s leg, first his ankle, then the front of his lower leg - and oh god, was Wilhelm going to kiss every inch of Simon’s body like this? Because he was not going to be even slightly rational by the end of it if that was the case. Wilhelm had done this before, more than once, but Simon hadn’t been blindfolded then, and while Simon already couldn’t predict what Wilhelm’s next move would be, inside and outside of the bedroom, the realization that he was blindfolded now and truly couldn’t anticipate Wilhelm’s next action sent a thrill throughout his entire body.

“Why are you so silent?” Wilhelm asked, lingering on Simon’s knee. Simon was absolutely breathless with this kind of attention. “I know you can make more noise than that.” Wilhelm sucked what Simon assumed to be a hickey into the back of Simon’s knee, and Simon’s moan was truly involuntary. Before Wilhelm, he had never known how sensitive he was everywhere. “Good boy.”

Wilhelm did kiss practically every inch of Simon’s body, but there was no straight line to one destination, sometimes going back to Simon’s little toe or returning to his lips to kiss him lightly, almost teasingly. Simon was slowly but surely losing his mind and he was here for it. By god, how he loved this.

Wilhelm leaned down and covered pretty much every inch of Simon’s body with his own. “Simme?”

Simon could barely hum in response, let alone form any words.

“I don’t think I will last very long,” Wilhelm whispered, kissing the spot right beneath Simon’s ear. Simon wasn’t sure if this was part of the teasing, but the idea of Wilhelm being close by just kissing Simon’s body was incredibly arousing all the same. “Are you ready for me?”

Absolutely . If there was one thing that Simon had learned ever since they started having sex, it was that foreplay was a lot of fun, but give him some lube and he was always ready for Wilhelm’s cock. In fact, the slight burn he would feel at being penetrated while not stretched out and prepared only added to the experience. But, again, they had been going at it all night, and their previous efforts still lingered.

“Use your words, Simme.”

“Yes,” Simon breathed, and almost as an immediate response, Wilhelm pushed off of Simon’s body again. Simon was trying to determine where Wilhelm was on the bed, but there was no use, and that was part of the fun. He heard the telltale sound of the lube bottle opening, and almost expected to feel Wilhelm’s fingers slip into his hole, but instead, his hole remained regretfully empty. He was ready to beg, but it turned out he didn’t have to - Wilhelm’s fingers closed around Simon’s ankles and pushed his legs all the way up, and then simultaneously leaned in so Simon was practically folded in half, his legs resting on Wilhelm’s shoulders. They had done this position before, but it was difficult to hold it, as Simon was flexible but after a while, it would hurt his joints. And his joints had already been put to the test this night.

But he knew both of them were close. He couldn’t wait to give in to the avalanche of pleasure he knew Wilhelm would give him. 

Wilhelm slipped inside without much preamble, and despite the fact that Simon had been ready for Wilhelm for the past couple of minutes, he still gasped out. Simon wasn’t sure if Wilhelm’s cock was big (his only point of reference was porn and some innocent hand stuff he had done before meeting Wilhelm - and his own, but his own was nowhere near Wilhelm’s size) but it was big enough, always filling Simon so completely and beautifully like he was made especially for Simon, and vice versa. 

Simon wished he could see Wilhelm’s face, could see the sweat on his forehead, could see the line of concentration between his brows, but the blindfold worked its mysterious magic regardless, and the deprivation of his sight enhanced his other senses - he was hyper-aware of every place on his body where Wilhelm’s body touched his, could feel practically every inch of Wilhelm’s length inside of him, brushing against sensitive skin, made so due to rounds and rounds of lovemaking.

Wilhelm placed a pillow beneath Simon’s hips which did nothing really for the angle of his thrusts, but it made the position a little more comfortable for Simon, and Simon closed his eyes to stop more stupid tears from threatening to spill. He didn’t deserve this man, he really didn’t, and he didn’t know what he had done to earn this place in Wilhelm’s life, but he would forever cherish it with every fiber in his body.

Wilhelm’s hands gathered Simon’s and pushed them above his head - they had been brushing Wilhelm’s back, his shoulders, his sides, the feeling of Wilhelm’s skin also enhanced by the blindfold, but the hold Wilhelm had on Simon’s wrists was also doing something to him he couldn’t quite explain.

“Is this okay?” Wilhelm asked, and this was not part of the teasing, Simon could instantly tell. Consent was a major part of their relationship - neither of them would do anything the other wasn’t comfortable with, and this included a wide range of ideas, from no intimate touches while the other was asleep, to no modest touches while in public if the other wasn’t up to it. It made everything that much sexier, the idea that every touch and kiss was consensual, and not something that was done solely because it was expected of them due to their relationship status - everything was wanted, everything was needed . 

“ Yes ,” Simon breathed in English, not even realizing he had done so before Wilhelm chuckled briefly in his ear - yet another piece of evidence that Simon lost access to all three of the languages he spoke, or else would mix them up entirely, while in the throes of passion.

“ Alright then ,” Wilhelm responded in the same language, before leaning up slightly and kissing Simon deeply. His next words were back to Swedish, and they were back to the teasing, slightly dominant top voice, too. “Don’t come before I do.”

“I… I can’t…”

“Then make sure you can.” Simon whimpered. “Don’t think I won’t know it when you’re close.”

“‘lready am!”

“I know.”

With that, Wilhelm tightened his hold on Simon’s wrists just slightly, and then started pounding - not at full speed, but hard and fast enough to make Simon bounce beneath him, and clench his jaw shut so he didn’t accidentally hurt his teeth or bite down on his lips.

Wilhelm’s cock was pushing against Simon’s prostate with almost every thrust, and really, this was an unfair fight. How was Simon supposed to keep himself from orgasm when Wilhelm was lighting every inch inside of him up like a million stars - how was he supposed to keep himself from crashing over the edge when he already felt his climax building in his toes?

Wilhelm paused while he was balls deep inside, and Simon whimpered again, and again. Simon felt his willpower dwindling - he didn’t think he could take much more of this. “Don’t. I know you’re close, but you have to hold on.”

“Wille…”

“I know you can do it. I believe in you. My good little slut.”

Simon didn’t know how he did it, but he kept his pleasure under control - no, it was more like he had reached the edge and was keeping himself there, every nerve ending within him poised for climax, he could feel it on his tongue, could feel his legs shaking with the effort-

Wilhelm came out of nowhere, spilling his seed deep inside Simon and pushing Simon over the edge only a fraction of a second later. Simon wasn’t sure what sounds he was making, couldn’t be bothered to care at the moment - his legs were trembling but not with effort this time, pleasure shooting from his groin (where his cock was spilling profusely despite being untouched for the entirety of this round, at least by Wilhelm’s hands) and spreading throughout the rest of his body. Damn, damn, damn, this was good, this was so good, and it was worth the effort he had put into keeping himself from climaxing. He could feel all the energy he had used draining from him through his own cum and his tears until he was simply jelly again beneath Wilhelm, the most satisfying state to be in.

Simon could feel Wilhelm’s soft lips against his ankles and it prolonged the pleasure, as well as grounding him a little. Wilhelm let go of Simon’s wrists and pushed Simon’s legs gently off his shoulders, guiding them down until Simon lay practically as a starfish on their bed, making Wilhelm chuckle and kiss the corner of his mouth.

Simon didn’t lose his consciousness that time, stayed with his body, and was therefore very much aware of the fact that Wilhelm stayed with him, completely out of breath, too, but there. He was quite often gone by the time Simon had caught his breath, to fetch some towels to clean them up, or some snacks at other times. He was brushing Simon’s sweaty skin but avoiding all the tender, sensitive places. Simon made no move to remove the blindfold, didn’t think he had enough energy left in him to move his arms to do so, but it added another layer to this past passionate round of lovemaking.

Wilhelm carefully guided Simon’s jelly-like limbs into something a little more compact and wrapped a soft arm around him, pulling him close until they were both on their sides and their foreheads were resting against each other, their breaths fanning each other’s faces.

Simon felt himself drifting into sleep but fought that urge, too - if he could keep his orgasm at bay, surely he could do this, too? But he was stifling several yawns, and his limbs were still a little soft and jelly-like, and he could imagine him falling into a blissful slumber nonetheless.

But then Wilhelm’s hands lifted from their place between his shoulder blades and his sides, and carefully untied the knot on the side of Simon’s face - a fact he only registered now as being another one of those comfort-driven actions by Wilhelm because a knot on the back of his head would have been uncomfortable digging into the pillow below him. Simon had to blink several times to get reacquainted with his sight, could see definite light now peeking between the curtains, telling him that dawn had definitely set in. His eyes focused on Wilhelm’s and found… simply a pool of love, eyes shining in the early morning light, and Simon was probably the happiest right now than he had ever been, and he knew he would be happier still in the future because this was Wilhelm.

This was Wilhelm, the love of his life, and the reason his heart skipped a beat whenever he thought of his future, of their future together, as a married couple. Simon would take everything, the press stalking them, the Queen judging him, the dry-ass chicken at royal banquets haunting him, if it meant he could be with Wilhelm. For the rest of his life, he would love this man, he knew that much. No matter what happened, his love for Wilhelm would never stop.

“Are you tired?” Wilhelm asked, softly brushing a tear from Simon’s cheek that he hadn’t even noticed was there. Simon was a happy crier, he couldn’t help it - he got it from his mamá, who would look at shows like Say Yes To The Dress and cry when the future bride had found her perfect gown, even though she didn’t know any of these people - and even though she probably didn’t understand much of it because it wasn’t subtitled. (Simon was happy that she would get to attend his wedding, and have it be the fairytale wedding that she had envisioned for him (and Sara) ever since he was a little boy.)

Simon shrugged. Wilhelm smiled softly and scooted closer, tracing a finger down Simon’s arm, brushing against the veins on the inside of his wrist, before dragging it over his own upper body, so that Simon was holding on to Wilhelm the same way Wilhelm was holding on to Simon. Their legs were entwined.

“I’ll let you sleep,” Wilhelm whispered softly, the tip of his nose brushing against Simon’s. How was it possible that a man who had just railed him completely, and had done so for most of the night, could be so soft and gentle and sweet in the aftermath, too? Simon seemed to forget quite often that Wilhelm’s love language was touch, and it was never as blatantly apparent as it was in moments like these.

Wilhelm pulled him even closer with a hand on one of his butt cheeks - Simon was too late to fight the wince on his face as the night’s activities were finally registering. He probably should have listened to his hole when it was giving him clear signals that it was sore, but he had chosen dick over comfort and now he had to suffer the consequences. 

Wilhelm pulled away and looked at him critically. Just like Simon knew all of Wilhelm’s mannerisms, his tells, and most of his thoughts, so did Wilhelm know about Simon’s. It wasn’t the first time that they had gone too far and leaving Simon with a beyond painful butthole, and Wilhelm would always blame himself because he claimed he knew Simon, but this was not something that Simon could attribute to Wilhelm - this was all his own fault, as he had admitted to himself.

“Let’s draw you a bath, first,” Wilhelm said eventually, any signs of regret and perhaps a little anger disappearing from his expression. Simon wanted to object, he just wanted to lay here with Wilhelm in their big, fluffy, comfy bed and waste the day away with sleep and sex, but he had a feeling he would only get one of those soon. Wilhelm would always try to protect Simon, even if it was from himself.

Wilhelm left to prepare a bath, and Simon could hear the palace around them coming to life. He heard footsteps in the hallway and heard the sounds of car tires on the pebbles outside indicating the first members of staff were arriving. He wanted to stay in this bubble with Wilhelm, didn’t want to leave this room for the rest of the day, but he knew they had responsibilities and knew they had to be productive.

Wilhelm fetched Simon eventually, instead of lifting him into his arms simply held out a hand to him, and wrapped him up in a big towel to protect him from the slight cold on the way to the bathroom. Simon spotted the big bath and forgot that their bed was calling for him, and stepped into it - the temperature was perfect, just slightly on the side of too hot, but not enough to burn him. Just enough to make his skin rosy and relax his muscles. (Wilhelm knew to add Epsom salts after he had seemingly researched how to take care of Simon after anal sex. Simon had imagined Wilhelm sitting at his desk and researching just this topic - it made him feel warm and fuzzy that Wilhelm dedicated such time to him.)

Simon rested his head against the edge of the tub, felt how his muscles indeed relaxed and with it the muscles in his butt, felt how it was already helping with the soreness down there. He was also getting sleepy, but that was not surprising, considering he had been completely ready to nap a little more after that round. He heard Wilhelm talking to someone in their bedroom, probably on the phone because it was only Wilhelm’s voice he heard. Simon sighed contently and closed his eyes for just a moment.

When he opened them again, Wilhelm sat on the floor beside the tub, one of his arms slung over the edge and tracing indeterminate figures on Simon’s upper arm - leaving goosebumps in their wake, as they usually did, at least when they were both naked.

“I called off our appointments for the day,” Wilhelm announced, his voice barely above a whisper so as not to shatter their bubble completely.

“Weren’t there some important ones?” Simon asked, hearing how his voice was rather raw and hoarse. It was the first thing he had said since their last round, and the first thing that didn’t have anything to do with their lovemaking for most of the night.

Wilhelm brushed that away with his free hand. “Just christening a ship they will name after my mother and a tour of a beer brewery.” He scrunched up his nose, and Simon softened and smiled. Wilhelm was so adorable. “I don’t even like beer.”

“Won’t they miss you there?”

“Maybe. But I know you’ll miss me more.”

That was probably true, although Simon didn’t want to admit it. It wasn’t like they were joined at the hip, and Wilhelm had many appointments outside of the palace without Simon by his side. In fact, it wasn’t uncommon for them to only see each other in private in their bedroom, their schedules conflicting on many days, so a day spent together in their bedroom sounded like actual heaven on earth.

“My butt would miss you, anyway.”

Wilhelm blushed while still rolling his eyes, and he smacked the water playfully, getting some of it in Simon’s face. Wilhelm was wonderful in bed, dominant, confident, the perfect lover for Simon - outside of their bedroom, he was this innocent young man who would blush at the slightest innuendo from Simon. It was like Wilhelm only dared to be basically a sex god in Simon’s presence.

“Stop it. No more butt stuff for a bit.” Wilhelm’s words lost some of their severity due to his soft chuckles, however. His chuckles died down, and he looked at Simon a little too seriously. “But, seriously, Simme. Please don’t force yourself too much, alright? I don’t want to make it hurt unnecessarily. I’ll be just as happy if we…” Was he seriously trying to get the terminology out, with that blush on his cheeks? After he had spent the night railing Simon and calling him his little slut? This man was adorable.

“You mean, if we suck each other until we cum?”

Wilhelm blushed even deeper and nodded. Simon laughed at the innocence of this man. It was because of this innocence that people would never guess what Wilhelm was like in the bedroom - well, they would guess, but they wouldn’t guess correctly. Perhaps they thought that they just did hand and mouth stuff (which they often did, too), or perhaps that they only did it missionary style? (Even though that was a fun position if done right.) Or that they were vanilla? (But Wilhelm denying Simon his orgasm for a while and calling him his slut didn’t seem like it was vanilla at all.) In any case, Simon enjoyed the thought of Wilhelm’s two faces throwing people off finding out the truth.

“Come, let’s get back to bed. I’m exhausted.”
Simon could only agree with that. He pushed Wilhelm away when the man attempted to dry him off with that big towel that he had used before, and instead just pushed him into the direction of their bedroom. Wilhelm took the hint and quickly relieved himself in the toilet before no doubt slipping back into bed.

Simon took a few deep breaths to steady himself, or else he might just dive into bed and convince Wilhelm to fuck him again - and he knew Wilhelm was right, he shouldn’t force himself and his butt beyond his comfort zone. There was literally nothing to be gained from that except for perhaps anal fissures, and that was not a sexy topic to discuss. 

He relieved his bladder, too, before he walked over to the sink, and was about to open the medicine cabinet that was hidden behind the mirror when he found what he was looking for already on the edge of the sink.

A single pill of ibuprofen and a pack of crackers. No shame, no words, nothing. Just a simple act of compassion and consideration - Simon, having taken Wilhelm’s cock all night to the point where he was actively sore, would never admit that he would need it, would perhaps be too proud to take some painkillers. But Wilhelm knew him, and Wilhelm cared about him, so he would take care of him, too.

Wilhelm was the perfect lover, he truly was. And he was Simon’s. Simon smiled brightly as he first finished the crackers, then popped the ibuprofen with ample water, and looked in the mirror quickly - he looked absolutely ravished, but happy, too. There were hickeys all over his neck and shoulders, his hair was a mess, and his lips looked kiss-swollen - but there was a bright smile there, and it made him smile even deeper. No wonder Wilhelm enjoyed looking at him.

Simon rushed back to their bed and crawled into Wilhelm’s awaiting arms. They were both asleep within minutes. 

~...~

Simon must have slipped into a deeper sleep, for he felt slightly croggy, indicating he had slept longer than a mere nap. There was proper sunlight peeking through the heavy curtains, and the spot beside Simon that had been occupied by Wilhelm all night was now empty.

There were sounds coming from somewhere in the room. Simon frowned, rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and leaned up on both elbows to see where the unidentified sounds were coming from.

Wilhelm was crawling around on the old carpet. He was peeking beneath the bed, beneath the wardrobes in the corner of the room. Simon was confused for only a few seconds but then his heart swelled with love and pride, because his eye landed on Wilhelm’s hand, opening, to reveal several small, clear buttons. 

~...~

Anja Olofsson had been Mistress of the Royal Household for about ten years now, a position she was granted after thirty years of loyal service. She was nearing a peaceful retirement after seeing a successful, satisfying career. 

She had seen a lot in those decades. She had seen the current Queen growing up into the woman she was now; she had been in the palace when the young princes had been born; she had practically been there when they had been conceived, attending to the then young couple in their honeymoon phase, unfazed by the world around them and only having eyes for each other.

Perhaps it was her age that had her less patient with the current honeymoon couple. Or maybe it was because when it had been the Queen and her husband, it had been Anja personally who had attended to them, and she was quite used to it, had seen worse than that (she had been a rather rowdy young woman back when she had attended university, even though nobody would ever believe her.) Now it was her junior staff members, who apparently hadn't seen it all, and who were constantly startled by walking in on the two young men, spending all of their time in bed and not understanding the importance of punctuality when it came to the basic household appointments like breakfast and dinner.

Anja had never expected she would be down to the basic tasks this close to her retirement, considering she was in charge, but it seemed none of her staff currently on duty dared to go into the young Prince’s quarters and collect the young couple’s laundry. Kim, one of her most junior members of staff, had been sent home early on in their shift that night because of an impromptu attempt of theirs to collect the laundry, going against several established rules in the process. They were mostly horrified and a little bit amused and curious, too, and Anja couldn’t have any unnecessary gossip spread through the staff - even if the two young men in question made it ridiculously easy to gossip about them.

She hoped Kim would be up to the task during her next shift. They had great potential.

Anja sighed and straightened her clothes, before knocking on the door, even if she expected no verbal answer. In fact, she had no illusions about what the occupants of the room were up to, but their laundry had to be collected at some point, and it was close to noon now anyway. Anja sighed again and opened the door, ignoring several protocols herself, knowing the Crown Prince and his fiancé rarely stuck to protocols either while in the palace. (And Anja had children herself, three of them boys. She had seen it all.)

To their credit, they at least had the decency to cover themselves up and pause whatever they were doing, although, again, Anja had no illusions about what activity she had interrupted, considering they were most likely butt-naked beneath the covers, Simon Eriksson in Prince Wilhelm’s lap with his back against the prince’s front - their cheeks were both flushed a deep red and they were both incredibly sweaty.

All three were silent for a few beats. Prince Wilhelm should be glad that Anja liked him, and that she knew young Simon made him happy. She would have had less patience if he was half as sweet and caring to her staff. (If he wasn’t doing unmentionable things to his fiancé, that is.)

“Your Highness. Simon. I suggest next time, you put your laundry out in the hallway for my staff to find. And for goodness sake, Sir, there is a lock on the door.”

She didn’t give the two any opportunity to say anything and quickly gathered the laundry from last night’s banquet which they had carelessly thrown across the floor like they hadn’t both been hoisted into expensive suits that would be a pain to get back into shape. She curtsied, a bit awkwardly with her arms full of clothes, and left the room - and the two men in the bed in silence. 

She remained in the hallway just outside of the door for a few moments out of some stupid, inappropriate curiosity. She heard the two lovebirds laugh (making her old heart swell with adoration), heard footsteps approaching the door, and then the sound of the lock, before the footsteps no doubt retreated to the bed. It didn’t take long for the giggles and chuckles to be replaced by sighs and moans, and she took that as her cue to leave.

Ah. She had been in this position, too, once upon a time. She understood the couple all too well. Young and madly in love, taking every opportunity to be together, exploring each other to the best of your ability.

As long as they didn’t further traumatize the poor men and women who were looking after them, Anja would happily keep rearranging the family’s schedule so the young couple could avoid the criticism and control of the Queen. So far, the woman hadn’t caught on, but Anja knew more than anyone else that Queen Kristina had been young and in love, too. 

She wasn’t above some light blackmail, after all, even if it concerned the Queen of Sweden.