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“Can I smoke with you tonight, Si?” Johnny asked.
Simon stopped, his hand around the box of pre-rolls on the bookshelf. He looked back at Johnny where he was sitting on the couch. Simon had finally stripped out of his work clothes and was dressed in those grey joggers that Johnny loved and a tight black shirt that left little to the imagination.
“Of course, love.” Simon finished grabbing a joint out of the box and returned it to the bookshelf. “I was going to smoke right now if you wanted to join me.” Simon jerked his head to the side, gesturing down the hallway and to the bathroom.
“Aye.” Johnny said, hauling himself off the couch and down the hallway.
Simon opened the door to the bathroom and flicked on the light and the overhead fan. He held the door open and nodded his head to the side, motioning for Johnny to head in first.
The bathroom was tiny, the two of them barely fit if they were both standing, forget trying to use the sink or the mirror at the same time. Johnny sat on the edge of the tub as Simon placed the ashtray on the closed toilet lid and leaned against the counter. They tried not to make a habit of smoking indoors, but, damn, was it too fucking cold to smoke out on the apartment’s balcony tonight. Johnny resigned himself to cleaning up ashes from the bathroom floor later. Worth it not to freeze his balls off.
Simon picked up the joint and his lighter. As Simon lit the joint, Johnny gazed up at his partner, taking in the sight of him. Simon’s blonde hair was getting long, his fringe started hitting the top of his brows and the back was losing that fuzzy buzzed quality. Johnny knew Simon would start complaining about it soon, but Johnny liked it a bit longer. Simon brought the joint up to his plush, pink lips and took a long drag, inhaling and holding the smoke in his lungs for a few moments, then exhaled, blowing the smoke upwards. He brought his arm down against his thigh, flicking the back of the joint with this thumb.
God, Johnny knew he really shouldn’t find smoking as attractive as he did, but fuck, did something about watching someone smoke, especially watching Simon smoke, got him a bit hot and bothered. He never mentioned anything to Simon about it, not wanting to encourage him exactly, and if Simon noticed him watching Simon smoke a little too intently over the years, he didn’t mention anything to Johnny about it.
Simon took another hit and met Johnny’s gaze. Warm brown eyes softening and crinkling at the corners. His scarred mouth quirked up at the sides in a silent smirk. Then Simon winked at him.
Fuck, caught staring. Again.
Johnny felt the heat rush to his cheeks as he averted his gaze to the joint resting in Simon’s hands.
Simon exhaled, blowing smoke up at the bathroom vent while he let out a soft chuckle. Wordlessly, he passed Johnny the joint.
Johnny took his first hit, careful not to inhale too deeply. He always coughed so hard if he took his hits too deep. His mates at school always teased him relentlessly for that.
Simon and Johnny passed the joint back and forth for a bit like that. With Johnny scrolling through TikTok while smoking weed, as God intended, and Simon being similarly occupied.
Simon finished his hit and passed the joint to Johnny again. Johnny took the joint but stopped his hand before bringing it to his lips. He stared at the joint in his hand as it smoldered.
He just realized that he wasn’t sure how many hits he’d taken. Was it three? Four? Five? Johnny was a lightweight at best, he was typically feeling pleasantly high at two or three hits, so he tried to make sure to count how many hits he’d taken when he smoked.
Simon must have realized Johnny was staring at that joint a little too long.
“You alright there, Johnny?” Simon asked softly, amusement rimming his voice.
Johnny felt it bubbling up in his lungs and he was powerless to stop it. Johnny started giggling, like a fucking schoolgirl. Jesus Christ, he was high. With that realization, it hit him all at once. He couldn’t stop giggling, and his head was floating, feeling like it was full of cotton. He moved his head a little too fast and it felt like his vision couldn’t quite catch up to his head. Johnny finally got it together and stopped laughing. He wasn’t sure how long he was even giggling, probably way too long to be appropriate. He finally remembered that Simon asked him a question.
“‘M fine, Si.” Johnny managed to hold back the giggle that threatened to burst forth again, but couldn’t stop the grin splitting his face.
“Sure, love.” Simon said, smirking, sarcasm tinging his voice. “What got you lookin’ at the joint like it burnt your toast?” Simon questioned.
Johnny took a moment to think, his eyelids felt heavy as they blinked a few times. “Just couldn’t remember how many hits I’d taken.”
“Alright, that’s enough for you then.” Simon held out his hand to Johnny.
Johnny pouted, but handed the joint back to Simon with no complaints.
Simon took the joint back and relit it, continuing to smoke as Johnny sat on the edge of the bathtub.
Immediately, Johnny felt like something was missing. He need to touch. He needed to touch something. He needed to touch Simon.
Johnny extended both of his arms out and open and closed his hands, like a child wordlessly requesting something just out of reach.
Luckily, Simon picked up on exactly what Johnny needed and stepped forward to stand between Johnny’s parted thighs. Simon’s thigh was pressed up against Johnny’s inner thighs and crotch. Johnny’s head was inches from Simon’s stomach. He lolled his head forward to rest on Simon’s stomach, feeling the soft layer of fat and the hard muscle below it. The point where Johnny’s forehead met Simon’s stomach felt like a pit of pure sensation, dragging Johnny further into Simon. He felt like his head was melting into Simon’s side.
Johnny’s hands came to rest on either side of Simon’s thigh, feeling the soft fleece of his joggers and his hard thighs underneath. Simon touched the top of Johnny’s head and ran his hand down Johnny’s mohawk. Johnny gasped, Simon’s touch felt like fire. Each follicle feeling like a smoldering joint, sending pure heat down his spine and pooling in his stomach. Simon’s hand settled at the base of his neck, the heat of his hand resting there gently, keeping Johnny in place. Keeping him safe.
Johnny was vaguely aware that above him, Simon was still smoking. Johnny angled his head upwards, still in contact with Simon’s shirt, the movement sending sparks of pleasant sensation down his face. Johnny was begging, pleading. For what? He could hardly tell, let alone verbalize.
Simon took a drag and held it. Using the hand at the base of Johnny’s neck, he pulled Johnny’s head away from his stomach, his thumb under Johnny’s chin, and craned Johnny’s head upward. Simon started moving his head downward. Johnny opened his mouth, wanting to receive all that Simon had to give. Simon opened his mouth and exhaled smoke into Johnny’s lax mouth, their lips contacting in a ghost of a kiss. Arousal pooled in Johnny’s gut as their lips met. Johnny inhaled Simon’s breath and smoke. The smoke burned his lungs, but he held it in anyway, wanting to be good for Simon. Wanting to please him.
Johnny exhaled roughly. Simon stood back up to his full height. Simon rested his fingers against the side of Johnny’s face, guiding him to rest his head back onto his stomach. Simon took another hit, and leaned down again, shotgunning it with Johnny. Johnny opened his mouth and inhaled as Simon exhaled smoke into his mouth again, happy to receive. The smoke was less intense on this hit, Johnny held it for a few seconds before exhaling and resting his head on Simon’s stomach.
Johnny sat there, content for a few moments as he enjoyed the fuzzy feelings of being high, not quite aware where the lines of his body ended.
Suddenly, Johnny was very, very aware that Simon’s thigh was pressed firmly against Johnny’s inner thighs and was resting just on the top of his clit. The blood that had been slowly pooling in his cunt was suddenly pounding. All he could think about was Simon’s thighs. All the times he had grinded against those hard thighs until he came. All those times that Simon had pinned Johnny down, Simon’s thigh parting his and pressing into his cunt. Pinning him to the bed and torturing Johnny with a sensation that was just not quite enough stimulation until Johnny was begging for Simon’s cock.
Johnny’s cunt was aching for any sort of stimulation and Simon’s thigh was right there. He couldn’t stop thinking about thrusting his hips against it, canting his hips upwards to get the pressure just right. He gently rolled his hips against Simon’s thigh—
Oh fuck.
Did he actually just do that? Did he actually just rut against Simon’s leg like that? The movement was so small. Did Johnny imagine it? Did he just think too hard about it and the thoughts felt too real? Everything was a little fuzzy. Maybe Simon didn’t notice. Maybe Simon thought he was just adjusting his position.
Simon’s hand on the back of his neck tensed.
Johnny froze.
“Did you just hump my leg like a dog?” Simon said, his voice dark, amused. Humiliation sent pin pricks of arousal down Johnny’s spine.
“Thought about it really hard.” Johnny answered slowly. Speaking felt like treading through waves of molasses.
“You did more than think about it, love.” Simon chuckled, running his hand along Johnny’s nape. Johnny’s eyes rolled back at the hand against his neck.
Simon suddenly pulled away. Leaving Johnny feeling cold, every point of contact that Simon had touched was buzzing with static. Simon extinguished the joint in the ashtray and turned back to Johnny. Simon ran a finger up Johnny’s throat, resting under his chin. Simon tilted Johnny’s head upwards, forcing Johnny to look directly up at him.
Fuck, Simon looked so good like this. His dark brown eyes were soft, half lidded, drawing Johnny in deeper. His plush lips were parted, no tension in them. He traced Simon’s many scars with his eyes, reveling in how gorgeous they made Simon look. He was getting lost in Simon again, in every feature of his face, in his expression, in his trust for the other man. He reveled in how much he had to tilt his head up to make eye contact with Simon, in how that made him feel so intensely submissive and fuzzy. Practically kneeling at his feet from his position on the edge of the tub.
Simon started speaking, drawing Johnny out of his haze.
“Now, sit on the couch and behave. I’m going to finish up some stuff and then we can go to bed. Understood?” Simon’s voice had taken that commanding Lieutenant edge to it that set his spine on fire when they first met.
“Yes, sir.” Johnny responded.
“Good boy.” Simon said, velvety and dark. Johnny shivered.
Damn, Johnny tried so hard to be good. But, fuck, it was hard when all of the blood in his body was still rushing southward. How’d he end up being so on edge so quickly?
He sat on the couch, feet on the coffee table, head tilted all the way back, resting on the back of the couch, gripping the soft flesh of his own thighs. Johnny exhaled, vision swirling as he pushed all the air out of his lungs, willing his arousal to go down.
I will not jerk off on the couch. I will not jerk off on the couch. Johnny thought. Unfortunately, thinking about jerking off was not helping his situation. He tried to focus on whatever mindless show he left playing on the television, but everyone was speaking so slowly. His hearing was struggling to keep up with his brain.
As he sat, he was realizing just how high he was. He hardly ever smoked with Simon, Johnny’s tolerance was much lower than his. He definitely felt higher than last time, but luckily this definitely wasn’t the highest he’d ever been. There was a reason they didn’t talk about the time Johnny did edibles.
Luckily, Simon called him to bed in what felt like no time at all.
Johnny stood up, his head swimming. He stood still for a few moments, trying to think of each step he had to take to get to bed. He walked to the bedroom, slightly shaky on his feet.
When Johnny got to the bedroom, Simon had already stripped out of his joggers, leaving him in just those tight, black boxer briefs. Johnny couldn’t help but drag his eyes up the curves of Simon’s body.
“You feelin’ alright there, love?” Simon watched Johnny with a soft, amused expression.
Johnny couldn’t help the grin that burst onto his face, “‘M good, Si. Really good.” Johnny said as he struggled to get his pants off. He managed to keep his balance as he stood on one leg, tugging his foot out of his pants.
“Good.” Simon climbed onto the far side of the bed. He lied on his side and left the duvet open for Johnny to climb into his spot on the bed.
Johnny got into the bed and turned off the side table lamp. Simon threw the duvet over Johnny as he settled into bed, facing away from Simon. Johnny sighed, finally feeling like he successfully simmered and tamped down his arousal.
Until Simon wrapped his arm around Johnny’s waist and pulled. Simon pulled Johnny into him, Johnny’s back flush against Simon’s front. Johnny couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped from his mouth as he arched his back, almost involuntarily. Simon’s soft cock was pressed against Johnny’s ass. Johnny threw his head back, resting his head against Simon’s chest.
Simon tucked his chin against Johnny’s shoulder, their cheeks touching. Johnny could feel Simon’s stubble scrape his cheek and felt his breath against his ear. Johnny couldn’t help but shallowly thrust his hips backwards, rubbing Simon’s cock against his ass.
Simon chuckled darkly in his ear and that sent shivers up his spine.
“Aww, does my poor baby need something?” Simon whispered in Johnny’s ear, his voice sickly sweet and mocking. Simon’s hand shifted, trailing down Johnny’s side and grabbing his hip, trapping Johnny against his slowly hardening cock.
Johnny gripped the sheets and whined. He could think of everything that he wanted, Simon’s thick fingers in his cunt, Simon’s teeth in his neck, but he couldn’t make the words come out of his mouth. He bucked his hips back against Simon faster, feeling his now fully hard length between his cheeks. Johnny hoped that Simon would catch his desperate attempt at communication. His hole felt so empty, he needed something inside him.
Simon huffed, his hands digging harder into Johnny’s hips. “Good boys ask for what they want, right Johnny?”
Johnny pressed his face into the pillow, feeling his face heat up in embarrassment. He wanted to be so good for Simon, but he just could not make the words come together.
“Simon, please.” Johnny begged.
Simon sighed. “Not quite what I was looking for, but I’ll take pity on you tonight. I’ll take care of you. Pretty boys don’t need to think, right?” Simon nuzzled up against Johnny’s neck and started softly kissing up his neck.
Simon let go of his hips and traced his hand along the waistband of Johnny’s briefs, dipping lower and lower. Johnny stilled his hips and brought his leg up to open himself up for Simon. Simon’s fingers traced downwards and as soon as two of his fingers traced the sides of Johnny’s stiff clit, Simon groaned, deep and wrecked. Johnny could feel the vibrations all along where his back was pressed up against Simon’s chest.
“Bloody fuckin’ hell, love. You are soaking wet. All this from a little shotgunning and grinding?” Simon practically growled low next to his ear. Johnny nodded furiously, feeling his face heat up.
Simon hummed, his fingers pulled together, pinning Johnny’s clit between them, moving them up and down and slowly jacking him off. “You get riled up so easy, love. Always so wet for me.” Simon’s fingers dipped lower, teasing his hole. “Makes you a good fuck toy, eh?” With those words, Simon pushed one of his fingers fully inside, Johnny’s sopping wet hole practically sucking Simon’s fingers in.
Johnny let out a punched out moan at Simon’s humiliating words and the feeling of his finger finally entering him. Johnny felt relief flood his body. His desperate cunt finally had something inside, but it wasn’t nearly enough. He fucked himself back on Simon’s finger, twisting his hips so he could get that digit in deeper.
Simon got the hint and quickly added another finger, filling him up and fucking Johnny with his fingers. Usually, Johnny felt a bit of a stretch with two of Simon’s fingers, but this time they slid in smoothly and felt so right. He still felt like he needed more.
“Please, Simon.” His voice was so high and needy, near unrecognizable to himself as he begged for more.
“Desperate little thing, aren’t you?” Simon’s voice was brimming with amusement as he added a third finger. Johnny moaned, wanton and deep. There was that stretch, that fullness he craved. It wasn’t Simon’s cock, but it would do for now. Johnny quickly started pistoning his hips, trying to fuck himself on Simon’s fingers again. Just as quickly as he started, Simon’s other hand whipped around and grabbed Johnny’s hip, holding Johnny still as Simon fucked him with his fingers. Quickly seeking out and rubbing that spot within him that saw him seeing stars.
Simon finger fucked Johnny for a few long moments before pulling his hand out, resting his hand on Johnny’s side. Johnny whined at the loss of contact.
“Come and sit on my face now, sweetheart.” Simon purred in his ear and pressed a gentle kiss below his jaw before lying flat on his back in the middle of the bed.
Johnny’s eyes snapped open, feeling sudden clarity wrap around his brain and lust pool in his groin. He knew better than to move quickly in his current state and settled for propping himself up on his elbows for a few moments before stripping his briefs off and moving up on his knees.
“Face the headboard and grip it.” Simon instructed, his strong hands guiding Johnny’s legs and thighs. Johnny kneeled over Simon’s face, knees on either side of Simon’s head. Johnny gripped the headboard as he was told. Johnny looked down and watched Simon’s eyes roll back as Simon licked a hot, wet stripe up his slit and swirled his tongue around Johnny’s clit.
Johnny threw his head back and moaned as Simon ate him out like a man starved. Alternating between roughly sucking his clit, swiping his tongue up and down, and fucking Johnny’s cunt with that wicked tongue of his. Simon grabbed Johnny’s hips and pulled his cunt further into his face and Simon moaned, the sound sending vibrations all along his cunt, straight to his clit.
Simon’s brows furrowed as he ate Johnny out with fervor. It was such a rare treat to see Simon start to lose control and it was almost always when Johnny was sitting on his face, grinding his cunt into that wet, hot mouth. Simon’s movements slowed, he licked up and pressed a soft kiss to Johnny’s clit. He moved Johnny’s hips up so he could speak for a moment.
“Fuck my face, love. I can take it.” Simon’s voice sounded absolutely wrecked, sending a thrill up Johnny’s spine.
Simon’s hands on his hips guided Johnny back down. Simon’s lips curled around his clit, sucking him gently. Fuck, Simon’s wet, tight mouth was sending shocks down his spine. Johnny couldn’t help but start shallowly thrusting his clit into Simon’s mouth. Simon moaned, sending vibrations right into the base of his clit. Johnny could feel that familiar heat start to pool in his gut. He couldn’t help the small gasps that escaped his mouth with each thrust.
One of Simon’s hands reached downwards and gripped the base of his own cock through his boxers. Johnny spared a glance backwards, over his shoulder to be greeted by the sight of his partner stroking himself, hand tucked into his boxers.
Fuck, the sight of Simon touching himself with eating Johnny out was absolutely filthy. Johnny exhaled roughly, white knuckling the headboard and picking up the pace, fucking Simon’s face in earnest.
Simon groaned, and sucked harder, pressing his tongue against the tip of his clit. Johnny was climbing higher and higher, his thighs trembling. Johnny was certain he was moaning absolute nonsense as he chased his own orgasm.
“Fuck, Si, ‘m-“ was all the warning Simon got before his partner came. Johnny’s vision whited out as he moaned, long, loud, and deep. Slick pouring out of him and onto Simon’s face. His spine stiffened as his head rolled backwards, shallowly thrusting into Simon’s mouth as he rode out his orgasm. Simon lips were still tight on his clit, almost pushing him into overstimulation as he finally leveled back out.
Johnny’s breath came out ragged and heavy as he stilled his hips. That felt way longer than any of his sober orgasms, Jesus Christ.
“Fuck, the mouth on ye, Simon.” Johnny said, catching his breath.
Simon chuckled and gently scraped his teeth on Johnny’s clit, sending shocks of overstimulation up his spine. Johnny gasped, screwing his face up tight as Simon pressed gentle kisses down his cunt.
Simon tapped gently on Johnny’s thigh, a silent request for Johnny to get off. He obliged and kneeled next to Simon, awaiting his next instructions.
Simon got up and moved himself to the side, “On your stomach.” Simon commanded gently.
Johnny flopped down, burying his face in the pillows and reveling in the soft fabric brushing his overheated skin. Simon kneeled over him, and Johnny could feel the bed dip where Simon’s knees bracketed his thighs.
“Good boy.” Simon purred as he settled above Johnny. Johnny shuddered, his eyes rolling back into his head at the praise.
Simon’s hand quickly snatched one of Johnny’s wrist and pinned it above his head. Simon has obviously planned his moves because he pinned one of his wrists close to the other wrist and he rolled his hand up, snatching the other wrist in his large hand, pinning both of them above Johnny’s head.
Johnny groaned and arched his back, his head was starting to get that pleasant fuzzy feeling building in the back of his head. He fucking loved being overpowered by Simon, absolutely at his mercy.
“Prop your hips up.” Simon said while his hand curled around Johnny’s hip. Johnny tucked his knees under his hips, pushing his hips as far up as he could. The action forced Johnny to push his head further into the mattress.
“Spread your legs, slut.” Simon used one of his knees to push Johnny’s legs apart. Johnny complied instantly, shivering slightly as cold air hit his wet cunt.
“Oh, do you like being called a filthy little slut?” Simon cooed at him, Johnny could practically hear Simon’s head tilt behind him. Johnny’s face burned bright red and he buried his head further into the mattress.
Simon tsked at him, “Don’t hide that pretty face from me.” Simon’s free hand weaved through the hair at the nape of Johnny’s neck and Johnny could feel himself go lax and pliant under Simon’s grip. Simon’s hand slid between Johnny’s cheek and the pillow, guiding his head to the side.
“There ya go. Now, I think I asked you a question.” Johnny’s head swam as he tried to remember what Simon asked him.
“I do.” Johnny said, his voice barely a whisper. He nodded his head quickly in case Simon didn’t catch his mumbled words.
Simon chuckled. “Of course you love being called a slut.”
Johnny whined and bucked his hips back, seeking any contact he could get. Simon was pointedly keeping himself back, his hold on Johnny’s hands preventing any further movement.
“Yours.” Johnny hissed out.
“Mine?” Simon asked lightly.
Johnny nodded furiously.
“Oh, yes, Johnny. You’re my slut. My pretty boy toy.” Simon leaned forward and purred in his ear.
“Uh-huh,” Johnny nodded, his head swimming with arousal.
“Uh-huh,” Simon mimicked back. His breath ghosting on the shell of his partner’s ear. Simon leaned forward and bit Johnny’s neck.
Johnny gasped and moaned wantonly, pain and pleasure mixing together. He could feel his hole slicking further as Simon sucked a bruise onto Johnny’s neck. A mark that he was Simon’s and Simon’s only.
Simon popped off of his neck and leaned back. Pressing Johnny’s wrists softly into the bed as the fat tip of his cock pressed on his clit. He slid the tip down, just catching on his hole before Simon slipped out. Johnny groaned and pressed his thighs together.
Simon pushed his cock back between Johnny’s thighs and ran his cock along Johnny’s cunt, the tip pressing against his clit with each slow thrust. His cock would slip just into his hole with each thrust, then Simon would press the tip on his rim and pop his cock back out. Just teasing in and out of the entrance. Johnny couldn’t take the torment much longer, he needed Simon’s cock inside him. Johnny breathed hard into the pillows.
“Please, Simon.” Johnny whined. “Please breed me.”
Simon’s hips stuttered and he moaned, actually moaned fully and deeply this time.
Got him. Johnny smirked.
“Well, you’ve been so good for me tonight, sweetheart.” Simon got his voice back under control momentarily, back to sickly sweet and teasing after he cracked.
Simon pressed the blunt head of his cock against Johnny’s cunt, slowly easing the tip in and sliding the rest of it in, inch by inch. Letting Johnny adjust as his cock split him open. They both let out groans of pleasure as Simon bottomed out, balls flush against his cunt.
“Fuck, Johnny, you’re so tight. ‘S like you were made for me.” Simon said, starting to slowly thrust in and out. “Gonna breed that cunt of yours.”
Johnny gasped as Simon started fucking him in earnest. If every normal sensation was heightened when he was high, then the nerves in his cunt must’ve been cranked up to the max. He felt every inch splitting him open, Simon felt so deep inside his hole. Johnny felt like if he looked down that he might just see Simon’s cock bulging out of his stomach with every thrust.
The sound of Simon’s pelvis slapping against Johnny’s ass was obscene. The wet squelch of his cunt sucking in Simon’s cock and Simon’s moans filled the room. Simon was normally pretty quiet during sex, so hearing him moan unabashedly while pounding his cunt was sending all kinds of heat to Johnny’s stomach.
Simon fucked Johnny hard for several long moments before he stopped and stilled, breathing heavy while still balls deep in Johnny. Simon was gasping, still catching his breath as he flexed his cock while it was still inside Johnny. Johnny moaned as it pulsed inside him. Simon was getting off on teasing Johnny again. Normally, Johnny would bite back and be a little bit of a brat, but tonight, he was feeling soft. His head was buzzing, slipping further into himself. All he wanted to do was please Simon.
Desperate, Johnny started thrusting his hips quickly. Pulling himself halfway off Simon’s cock before slamming himself back, fucking himself on Simon’s cock the best he could while Simon was pinning him down. The wet slide of Simon’s cock in and out of him was absolutely obscene.
Simon let out a sharp exhale. “There’s a good boy.” He said, pleased. “Maybe I should let you do this all night, let you do all the work, eh?”
Johnny whined discontentedly, gripping the sheets and he slowed down his thrusts, hoping to urge Simon into fucking him hard again.
Simon let go of his wrists and looped his arms under Johnny’s, pressing them together from shoulder to hip. Simon tucked his chin on Johnny’s shoulder, his breath warm on Johnny’s neck. Simon started fucking him slowly, pulling himself out almost all the way before slamming his cock fully inside. He fucked Johnny slow and deep and Johnny couldn’t help the punched out groans he let out with each thrust.
“We’d make such pretty babies, wouldn’t we Johnny?” Simon whispered into his ear.
Johnny couldn’t help the shudder that ran down his spine. Simon chuckled.
“That’s all pretty boys are good for, eh? Good breeding stock.” Simon said. Johnny's eyes rolled back into his head as he keened and let out a long, deep moan. God fucking damn. If Johnny could come without pressure on his clit he would’ve right then.
Simon propped himself back up on his hands and picked up a brutal, punishing pace. Fucking Johnny hard as he chased his own orgasm. Johnny was so, so close again, that familiar heat pooling low in him again.
Simon seemed to pick up on his fast, breathy moans and snaked one hand between Johnny’s hips and the mattress. He pressed his fingers on the sides of his stiff clit and started roughly jerking Johnny off, the slick on his clit easing the friction.
It only took a few strokes before Johnny peaked, his vision going fuzzy as he keened, high and needy. Simon continued stroking him through his orgasm as his cunt tightened and pulsed around Simon’s cock.
Simon’s hand slowly drifted back to Johnny’s hip as he leveled out. Simon resumed his punishing pace, fucking Johnny roughly. He knew Simon was getting close too from the way his hips started stuttering and the way his groans got breathier and deeper.
“Gonna cum so deep inside you, sweetheart.” Simon growled. He thrusted a few more times before moaning deeply, pressed his cock into Johnny as he came inside him. Johnny could feel Simon’s cock pulsing, releasing white hot cum into his cunt. Johnny tilted his hips back and pressed back into Simon, shoving his cock that much deeper inside.
Simon gasped as Johnny took his cock a few inches deeper, still pumping every last bit inside him. They both stilled, gasping as they caught their breaths.
Simon stayed pressed inside until he started growing soft, then gently pulled out. Johnny whined at the loss of contact, earning a love tap on his ass from Simon.
Simon flipped Johnny over and slipped his hand on the nape of his neck, pulling him into a filthy, open mouthed kiss. Simon kissed him deeply, consuming him whole. Johnny could still taste himself on Simon’s tongue. Simon broke the kiss and then gently pressed a kiss on Johnny’s forehead. Johnny could feel himself melting into the mattress.
He stood up from the bed and started moving away. Johnny whined and tried to chase after Simon with his hands.
“Relax, I’m just grabbing a towel.” Simon chastised gently, amusement rimming his voice.
Simon grabbed a washcloth from somewhere in the room and returned at Johnny’s side. Quickly cleaning the both of them before tossing the washcloth in the hamper.
Simon lied back down on the bed on his back, opening his arm outward and grabbing Johnny’s bicep, pulling Johnny into him. Johnny lied half on top of Simon, head on his pecs, one thigh between Simon’s. Johnny reveled in the soft muscle underneath his cheek.
“Yer tits make a good pillow, Si.” Johnny said slowly, already half asleep.
Simon laughed, actually fully laughed at Johnny. Simon grabbed the side of Johnny’s head, stabilizing him as he laughed but smashing his face further into Simon’s pecs.
Simon exhaled softly as he moved his hand from Johnny’s cheek to toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. Johnny arched up, nuzzling his head into the space between Simon’s chin and neck. Simon gripped the back of his neck and pulled Johnny into a soft kiss.
“I love you, Johnny.” Simon whispered against his lips.
Johnny smiled into Simon’s lips, “I love you too, Simon.” They kissed again, soft and chaste.
Johnny buried his head into Simon’s chest. Body entirely lax and content, Simon’s heat seeping into Johnny’s chest. Johnny exhaled, head still swimming, content to rest on Simon until sleep overcame him.