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"Andddddd, done." I punctuate the end of my sentence and sign my work. It's surprising how much someone can get done when there's no demons rampaging the place and fires getting started. While I love the boys, Purgatory Hall is much less chaotic to study in.
"Good job!" Simeon praises from his desk. He's the only one at the house since Luke and Solomon are in the celestial realm for some errands.
"Ugh, my brain feels like it's melting." I rub my temple.
"Let's get some sugar in you." He stands up from the desk, the chair pleasantly dragging on the carpet. "All that work deserves a treat."
"Mmm I could use a treat." I note that he's not wearing his usual cape so his bodysuit is his main attire.
"Oh, yeah? What would you like?" His back is turned while he fumbles some papers.
"Can you sit in my lap and talk to me?" He almost drops the stack at my question but quickly puts them away to face me.
"Ah…" His face flushes at my gaze, still taking in his appearance. "Y…yes dear."
I scoot back so his legs straddle my thigh and he does so, facing towards me. He nuzzles his head into the crane of my neck and I breathe him in. His shampoo is still vanilla and coconut, the aroma much more sweeter than the basil and oakwood smell of his room.
"Mm...You always smell so good." I sigh, sinking into his touch.
"I'm glad you like how I smell." He chuckles and plants a quick kiss on my shoulder.
"Tell me, Meon. What do you think of me?" It's not like I don't know what he thinks. I just want to hear him say it. I kiss his ear and neck and rub his back.
"Uh-I think. You're very. You."
"Hm?"
"I don't know how to say it, but you're really you. It's weird not to have my words to express how you are." He pulls back from the hug to see my face, his eyes not so subtly glancing at my lips.
"You are quite good with your tongue, yes." I lean towards him, letting our noses brush.
"That's what I mean. You're so… real. And funny. And you're a better tease than me." He closes his eyes. "To not have my word as my weapon, for it to be used against me like you do, I don't know how I couldn't fall in love with you"
"You're in love with me?" His confession takes us both by surprise but he still nods.
"…Very."
"What about me?" He looks down at his hands.
"It's nothing in particular, really. Like I said, I love you. Not just your personality, not just your looks, not just your talents or gifts. You're you and that's who I love. If someone said the same things you did or looked the same way you did, it wouldn't be the same because they wouldn't be you." He sighs tenderly.
"There's no other word than 'you' you'd use to describe me?"
"No. No words can convey who you are."
"Is there a word you'd call my kiss?"
"I… I don't know."
"Want to find out?"
He stares at me, not looking in my eyes for long periods, usually darting around us or my body. He rubs his gloves hands against his thighs like he's wiping sweat from himself. His hand brushes some hair behind my ear as he leans over like he's going to kiss me, but gets lost looking at me.
"Take your time~" I tease and he stiffens and blushes deeper.
When his lips reach mine, he sinks deeper into my lap, relaxing his body against mine, except for an increasingly hard region. His face is hot, though mine is as well. When he pulls away, it's with a small groan. I wait a second before tilting my head and asking him.
"What word would you use to describe that?"
"I… don't know. Can I try again?"
I kiss him this time and he moans my name in my mouth as I slip my tongue into his parted lips. He tastes like vanilla. How fitting. My hand reaches to his head and pulls at his chocolate strands, his hips grind into me.
I pull off and a string is saliva follows, snapping only when I wipe my mouth
"How about that?"
"Divine."
"How so?"
"Like lavishly overgrown libraries. Like freshly steeped teas. I see starless nights of midnight picnics and dimly lit morning suns that tempt us to sleep in until noon. I think I've fallen in love again. Absolutely divine."
"You're quite the poet despite your 'lack of words' as you say."
"Your mouth breathes my language back into my lungs. Kiss me again. Please."
I kiss him harsher, nibbling at his lips and pushing his tongue down with mine. He grinds harder against my thighs, drawing louder moans from his chest.
"Has anyone ever told you your kisses are like mossy paths?" He mumbles, lips still brushing against mine.
"Has anyone told you that that's barely a sentence?" I tease.
"No, usually people know what similes are" we both chuckle and he doesn't stop grinding.
"Well, has anyone told you that your needy dry humping is a huge turn on for me?" I purr and rock my hips against him. He moans into my neck, rutting slightly. "Keep telling me about that fluff, dear."
"My mind isn't on fluff right now."
"Oh?" I smile into his hair, his lips kissing and sucking at my shoulders. He sounds like an angel the way his breaths get dragged into ragged moans in his throat. I pull his hips down harder onto my thigh, slipping my fingers into the exposed part of his bodysuits and rubbing circles with my thumbs.
His rhythm gets more erratic and fast as he nears his climax and I pull his face from my neck. Open mouth, heavy lidded and teary eyed, he cries out my name one last time as he cums in his pants. I roll my thigh into him until he relaxes and I kiss his cheek.
"Mm, yeah. In love is definitely how I'd describe how I feel about the face you made just now." I chuckle and run my fingers through his hair. He giggles and sighs.
"That's lust, dear."
"Mm, nope. Definitely in love with you."
"I love you too, honey."
"Speaking of honey, can I still have a treat?"
"Of course, what would you like?"
"That angel food cake sounded pretty good. Seriously, I don't get how your fridge is always full."
"I can send you home with some snacks if you'd like?" He stands up, legs still wobbly as he heads towards the kitchen.
"Nah, they'd get eaten right away. Besides, I'd rather come visit you for tea and biscuits whenever I'm hungry."
"You're always welcome here but don't neglect your family at the House of Lamentation." He lectures from the other room.
"Oo here's a fun idea, you come live with us and I won't have to miss you all the time"
"What about Luke and Solomon? They can't be left here." He comes back with a pot of tea, some cups and cake on a platter.
"Luke can probably fit in one of the closets, Solomon can sleep in the attic and you and I can share a bed. Boom. Problem solved."
"Pfft" he hands me some tea and a slice of cake before sitting across from me. "Not sure how that would work out, dear. Luke wouldn't grow much if he was restricted like that."
"Good, he'll stay our tiny chihuahua forever." I grin and he smiles back.
"You'll stay for dinner, right?"
"Of course, I love your cooking."
We talk for hours, have a quick bath together and cuddle for a bit before Solomon and Luke come back from the celestial realm. In their arms, carrying groceries for dinner. Simeon and Luke make a glorious angelic dinner while Solomon tells me all about their busy day, running around for Michael.
If I could describe Simeon, I think the word I'd use would be Simeon