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Simon was aware of two things:
He was absolutely terrified.
And Wilhelm looked really good in his suit.
It was the first time he was a part of a royal event and he was feeling all kinds of conflicting emotions. The fact that he even was at a royal event, let alone an active participant, not someone looking from the outside, was something Simon would have never even dreamed of in his wildest dreams just a year ago.
And now here he was, at the Crown Prince's side, on his birthday, in the palace with lots of cameras and even more eyes looking at him.
Simon tried to smile in a way that did not look forced or uncomfortable but still seemed genuine, the way he had practiced and it was a lot harder than he thought. He looked up at Wilhelm who had a subtle but kind smile on his lips. Simon knew Wille wasn't a big fan of those types of events, especially having to endure a public birthday celebration like this but he didn't let it show. He seemed at ease and natural like none of this was a problem, smiling and greeting the guests, who were excited to meet their Crown Prince, with a special charm that only a born royal could exude.
They had been rehearsing for this day for about a week and Simon had been introduced to many more staff members of the royal court since then and learned how to conduct himself during a public royal event. Wille's 17th birthday was of course something the entire nation was celebrating together and it was more important than ever since it was his first birthday as the Crown Prince.
Simon hadn't paid much attention to it in the past but before it was Erik's birthday that was celebrated in public while Wilhelm's as the younger prince, was relegated to a few pictures shared with the press. But even though Wilhelm was still a minor and the death of his brother only a few months ago, the royal court had decided a bigger celebration was necessary, especially after the turbulent year the royal family had been having. Wilhelm needed to present himself proud and joyful despite or alongside mourning his brother. Things had to be good.
And since he publicly declared his relationship about a month ago and Simon had not been seen with the Crown Prince in public yet, Simon also should be present. They were the new royal couple in a never before constellation - two boys, one an alpha and one an omega.
No one knew exactly what any of it meant but many had their own preconceived assumptions about it, many stereotypes about homosexuality and especially their second genders still persisted despite the progressive state of their country. The royal court explained to them that this was the perfect opportunity for Simon's first appearance and for them as a couple and present themselves to Sweden, happy and united.
Simon was unsure about it and a bit uncomfortable at first but he also understood their points. Normally only the spouse would attend this type of event but these were special circumstances and called for special solutions. Wilhelm had put them in the spotlight, had made sure everyone knew about Simon and the royal court was only acting in response and had to make the best of it somehow. None of this was planned, the last time Simon was at the castle their plans had looked very different and now all of them had to adjust. Simon was a part of this now and he had to accept it, whether he liked it or not.
And so they had been rehearsing for the current day for a week, how to smile, how to walk and talk, how and where to stand together and separately but none of it has been as nerve-wrecking as the actual event.
Simon could understand Wille even more now, he could feel his own anxiety rising with the awareness of everyone's attention on him and the pressure that came with it. He had to perform well but it couldn’t feel fake, he had to seem genuinely happy and excited to be there. He couldn't be too quiet and stay too much in the background and had to engage in conversation but still let Wilhelm be the focus and just be the supporting figure and under no circumstances come across as if he was greedy for attention and wanted to steal the show.
What the public thought of him relied on his presence and behavior today. Did they approve of Simon and their relationship, as troubled as it had begun? He had to make everyone forget about the 'sextape' and instead be associated with the image of the supportive, respectful boyfriend, not the look of pleasure from an upcoming orgasm in the scandalous and dreadful video.
That he wasn't something to be ashamed of but someone to be proud of, someone that could be shown off and none of the rest like the fact that he was not just a boy but also an omega and had no noble background and came from a lower class immigrant family were any negating factors.
Of course that was impossible. You could never please everybody, Simon knew that and no matter what there were always going to be people who didn't like him because of those things and it was never going to be enough and he couldn't change everybody's mind but it was the effort that counted.
It was only this, Simon told himself. Only this one public event that he had to get through and nothing else was expected of him. The royal court had promised there would be no more duties on this scale waiting for them.
Just one more hour of this and then the private dinner and after that they could finally be alone.
And Simon really wanted to be alone with his boyfriend.
The one thing he was focusing on so that he wouldn't go insane was Wilhelm. More specifically, his appearance. He wore a dark blue suit that complimented his light brown hair with a black tie and a little green carnation flower that sat on his lapel, it made Simon smile when he glanced at it. It was his idea for Wille to wear it.
It was common practice for the Crown Prince to choose a charity to support and donate for his birthday. They had been talking about doing something to support the LGBTQ community and Simon had enthusiastically suggested an organisation specifically targeted towards helping queer omegas and alphas with mental illnesses. There was a proportionately higher percentage of mental illnesses in alphas and omegas and he thought it would've been great to combine the things and support two different minorities and be able to raise a voice for multiple important things at the same time.
Surprisingly it hadn't been the royal court but Wilhelm who had declined that and in general didn't want to make it a big deal. Why did he need to put more attention on his sexuality or his secondary gender and make it a political statement when Simon was already going to be there with him and that should be enough. Simon had argued how every thing mattered and it had nothing to do with politics, it was about human rights and if you had the platform you were obliged to use it.
It had almost escalated into a fight because Simon couldn't understand how Wille did not want to do that and he had gotten a little mad at him but they had managed to talk it out and see each other's perspectives eventually.
Simon understood now how overwhelming all of this has been for Wille. When he did the speech and spoke up and criticised the way the monarchy operated it was his first time ever doing so. He hadn’t done it with the intention of creating a historical (and controversial) event or sending a message as Crown Prince, he just felt the need to let those things out, but he had done so inadvertently.
It had surprised Wilhelm how much his speech had caused and affected people. He had underestimated his own power and how much his words were worth. This type of thing has never been done by a royal before and Wilhelm was still recovering from all the consequences it had brought while Simon decided to focus on the social aspects and how to use that and best possibly go forward rather than how it personally affected himself.
And Wilhelm meant that he understood now how important this was for Simon and he wanted to openly support the community if it really meant this much to him and to the people. Wille had looked into the organisation Simon had suggested but he didn't feel comfortable with including and talking about his anxiety or second gender yet so he settled for another from the court's list, one that was targeted towards supporting queer youth in Stockholm.
In the end Simon had agreed happily and didn't press it any further. Something as big as that was too much to demand and he had to accept Wille wasn't ready for that which was fine, he was just glad he made him more aware and that he still got to chose something meaningful and personal.
Simon had also been looking through queer history online and stumbled upon this little story about Oscar Wilde and his friends who used to wear a green carnation on their lapels to indicate them being men loving other men. Simon found it so cool and had pitched the idea for Wille to wear as a nice little touch on his birthday. It was a queer symbol but he liked the subtlety of it and only insiders would know what it meant, Wille (and the royal court) fortunately had liked it and agreed.
They made sure no one could deny the Crown Prince's sexuality now and put it down as a teenager experimenting, he was out and proud and something that was to be taken seriously. It was a bold move the royal PR team had agreed to, not every royalist was going to like it and anti-lgbtq voices were going to be extra loud after this and be outraged about the 'new, modern state of the monarchy and how it was going down the drain'. But the positive outcome outweighed the bad and the monarchy would gain more popularity overall from this than lose it, so was their assessment.
And now Wilhelm looked so handsome and regal in his suit, shaking hands with beaming members and teenagers from the organisation that Simon could actually understand the appeal of the monarchy. Wilhelm looked and behaved every bit the future king that he was and it did not make Simon uncomfortable or frighten him anymore.
Call him a class traitor or gold digger or whatever insults people liked to throw at Simon on social media, he didn’t care. It helped that the few teenagers that were chosen to attend seemed genuinely happy and in awe to meet Wilhelm and himself. They were queer teenagers just like Wille and him, he was not any different than them but it meant so much to them for Simon and Wilhelm to represent that minority. Simon didn’t even have to worry about his smile looking fake while greeting them. He was so proud in that moment and truly believed in the good and that change and progression was possible. He saw it happen and he was a part of it.
Wille joined him at his side at the end and rested his hand on Simon's back comfortingly and gave him a small, reassuring smile that was not like the ones he gave the camera but one purely reserved for Simon. They shared a moment that was only for them and Simon forgot about the entire rest and remembered why he was there in the first place. It was for Wilhelm. Because he was his boyfriend and he loved him.
Simon took a deep breath, the serenade was supposed to begin now and when the whole room started singing for Wille he made sure to sing along loud and proud and with his whole heart.
Afterwards everyone applauded and Wilhelm gave a nod in acknowledgement and said 'thank you' in the room with a wide smile. The Queen who had already been standing for the song, moved closer to the middle of the room right in front of them where a microphone stand stood ready.
It was time for the monarch to do a birthday speech for the heir. This was of course rehearsed and Simon hasn't been present for that, neither had Wille but Simon knew he has been made aware of the general contents of the speech.
"We are gathered here today to celebrate a very special and important day for a very special and important person." Kristina smiled at Wille warmly. "Wilhelm, my son. You are seventeen, a young man now but you'll always be my lille gubben and I will probably never be able to resist calling you that."
A short pause. "I wasn't the youngest anymore when you were born, I was a woman in her forties carrying a child and everyone was telling me about the risks for me and the baby. But you turned out to be a healthy baby boy even though you were small, you were supposed to be born in the merry month of May but you decided to come two weeks earlier. You have already not quite done things according to plan back then and had your own head and kept us on our toes with your unpredictable ways.
You've always been a little troublemaker and were such a silly and goofy child, trying to make people laugh by teasing them and doing the craziest things. The things your nanny had told me that she had to prevent you from doing often almost gave me heart attacks. But you had such a big heart and you have made us so happy and it's been so nice seeing the bond you and Erik shared, he loved having a little brother and he loved you very much."
Simon feared things getting awkward or sad now that she had mentioned Erik, the Queen's smile was bathed in nostalgia, it looked like she was far away in her memories.
"I became Queen when you were five, after your grandfather passed away. It probably feels like forever to you and you don't remember much from when I was still Crown Princess but to me that time was far, far longer than being Queen. As proud as I am to represent my beloved country and I'm so appreciative to be in the position that I am, sometimes, I find it hard to believe and doubt myself. Am I a worthy successor? Would pappa be proud of me? Are the decisions I'm making the right ones? Both as a Queen and as a parent. The pressure and expectations I put on myself are bigger than from anybody else. I am my own worst critic and your father has to constantly remind me to let go and breathe every once in a while but also that these fears and doubts are normal."
As if on cue Kristina let out a deep breath and looked back to Wilhelm. "And now you are here, no longer as the spare but have taken on the title of Crown Prince and carry on Erik's legacy. Erik is and will always be missed dearly, I know how much he meant to you and we all feel his loss daily."
Simon glanced at Wille whose smile had vanished, he gulped and started gnawing at his fingernail. Even though it wasn't royal protocol Simon grabbed Wille's other hand and hoped the physical touch could give him some comfort.
"Being a prince was something you have always struggled with and truly understanding that you were not born into a normal family, but into what is probably the least normal family in this country. First we tried to shelter you and give you as much of a normal childhood as possible but we couldn't keep the reality away from you forever. We tried to get you used to this life, teaching you more responsibilities with a bit of a, how do you call it, 'tough love'."
The Queen's smile was more strained, clutching the microphone in her hands.
"You always thought we were punishing you when it was never supposed to be that. I have to admit I have been frustrated sometimes, I just wanted you to understand but you didn't want to. And then I realised why I've felt so frustrated with you." She made a pause.
"We are the same. That stubbornness, you have that from me, we both want to be right at any cost and try to enforce it. Which, trust me, did not make things easier when you presented as an alpha." She chuckled lightly but quickly got serious again.
"I know you don't want to be like me, no one wants to be like their parents. I don't think I've ever said this but you know showing emotions can be...difficult for me sometimes. I'm still working on allowing myself to be more vulnerable but you are different than me in that and in so many other ways and that is a good thing. You're going to do things differently than me in many fields and I'm looking forward to witnessing that. You have such a strong belief system and are so passionate about the things and the people you love and I admire that. I can still learn things from my son and watching you grow into this confident, determined young man has made me very proud, you standing here now, with the person who has been such an integral part in that journey, another remarkable young man."
Kristina's stance swung towards him, her eyes looking into his and Simon felt frozen to the spot.
"Simon, I want you to know how happy it makes me seeing my son happy and that is thanks to you. You both have built a beautiful relationship where you challenge each other and grow together and learn from each other, all based on strong mutual love and respect. That is something extremely valuable and that kind of love isn't always easy to find and therefore I'm very glad to welcome you into our family, Simon."
Simon had to control himself to not turn bright red. No one had prepared him that he was a part of the speech. What did someone say to that? Technically he wasn't a part of the family, it wasn't like he and Wilhelm were getting married even though this did gave him a bit of the impression of a wedding speech.
Simon just gave a nod and a smile in return and hoped that would suffice and then Kristina turned back to her son. A waiter had gone around during this part of the speech and gave everyone a glass of champagne.
"Wilhelm, you are my heir and you're going to make a wonderful king one day but most importantly you are my wonderful son and today we celebrate that. I love you, gubben and I wish you a happy birthday!" Kristina raised her glass and people started clapping. Then everyone toasted towards Wilhelm and took a sip, Simon noticed gratefully his glass contained non alcoholic champagne.
Afterwards Wilhelm stepped closer to his mum and gave her a hug. "Thank you mamma, I love you too." He said loud enough for the audience to hear even with his head buried in her hair. When they separated they stayed close together, Kristina stroked Wille's cheek with the back of her hand and Wille closed his eyes for a moment to lean into the touch.
Simon was slightly surprised to see a few tears glistening in her eyes, he didn’t think he had ever seen her show as many emotions as she had now. He was surprised overall at how personal the speech had been, he had not expected that. It was filmed and it was going to be all over TV and online and many people were going to watch it and dissect it so Simon had thought it was going to be a sweet but possibly insincere speech that had nothing to do with their real relationships. Some aspects might've been for the audience but it hasn't felt fake. He wondered how Wille felt about it. He made the mental note to ask him about it later.
After their moment Wille gave his father a hug who congratulated him as well before he took the microphone from his mother. It was Wilhelm's turn to speak. As far as Simon knew he was told he did not have to do a speech but it was still expected from the birthday boy to say a few mandatory words.
He thanked his mother again for the 'wonderful speech' and thanked everybody for being there, a special shoutout to the queer youth organisation (and to Simon) to celebrate this day with him and how it will be a fond memory he will look back on. Wilhelm managed to say it all with a smile that even reached his eyes but after he put the microphone down and another applause errupted Simon could feel him slowly starting to crack. Wille took a deep breath and put a hand on his chest like he was about to rub it but quickly took it away.
The part of the day that was being filmed was now over and the people who had been lucky to get invited were escorted out. There was still some mingling to be done with the remaining guests and Wilhelm talked politely to some and introduced Simon to them.
Simon felt a bit out of place and intimidated and he stuttered a few times when he was trying to answer someone's questions and reminded himself of the rules. Be polite, smile, leave a good impression. This was not the time and place to be arguing about the grave, steadily increasing gap between the rich and the poor and to comment on the absurd show of wealth in this room alone.
Half an hour went by until Wilhelm excused himself and Simon watched him leave the room. He saw Kristina's eyes follow her son until he disappeared but he could not read her expression. Simon debated a few moments if he should follow or leave him alone but he definitely did not feel like staying in this hall with a bunch of strangers (and Wille's parents) without Wille next to him.
So Simon excused himself as well and went on a search for Wille in the castle. He didn't have to search for long fortunately, he definitely didn't know the castle as well as Wille did and didn't really know where to look but he found him leaning against a windowsill in a lone corridor, inaccessible to the public that was just far away enough that no voices carried over from the big hall.
Wilhelm had his eyes closed and was taking deep breaths while rubbing his chest. All of it reminded Simon involuntarily of the time before their first kiss. But oh, how far they have come.
"Hey," he said softly. Wille looked up, his shoulders still tense but a look of relief appeared in his eyes and his mouth twitched into a slight smile. "Hey."
"Are you okay?"
Wille nodded. "It was just getting a bit too much, I could feel my anxiety rising and I really didn't want it to escalate and have a panic attack in front of everybody."
Simon moved closer and took Wille's hand. Wilhelm immediately enclosed his whole hand around him and Simon tried to emit a calming scent, him being an omega was at least good for something like helping to calm down his alpha boyfriend.
Wille closed his eyes again. He took another breath and his shoulders loosened. "Better?" Simon asked. Wille grabbed Simon so that he stood in between his thighs. "Yes."
They stayed like this for a while, taking in each other's scents until Wille broke the silence again and asked Simon: "And how are you? I know this is a lot."
"I'm fine," Simon responded immediately. Wilhelm kept looking at him like he was expecting more than that answer. Simon sighed and gave in. "Yes, you're right, it is a lot and overwhelming with all the attention knowing how much all of this matters. The entire nation or well, at least the people who care about the monarchy are looking at me and judging me and I can't allow myself one slip-up. And with everyone else here I feel so silly like I don't belong here -"
"You do belong here," Wille stated firmly, "More than any of those other people. You belong here, with me."
Simon let Wilhelm pull him closer. He knew Wilhelm believed it, he just had to find a way to believe it too. It was not like he had ever thought about in the past that one day he might consider the royal castle his second home. His past self would be appalled and think this was all just a huge fucking joke.
"Just...this whole thing is crazy, a birthday celebration in this caliber," he let out a scoff, "no wonder you feel anxious, only self-absorbed ego-maniacs would love this."
Wilhelm gave a little chuckle. "August would."
Simon rolled his eyes. "Of course he would." He put one hand on Wille's chest and stroked the green fabric carnation flower. "But he's not here and he does not deserve this but you do. You did so well out there and I am glad to be here," he said with emphasis.
Simon would always share his opinion and remark the craziness of the situation and the monarchy in itself, Wille's life was so far removed from anything normal, he could do with a reminder sometimes and what this was like for normal people but Simon also wanted to erase any doubt and insecurities Wille might have had.
He made the choice to be here on Wille's side, Crown Prince and alpha status be damned, he knew what he was signing up for (well...kinda, he was still learning what exactly he had signed up for). This was what he had chosen, who he had chosen.
Simon's hand on Wille's chest glid further and he started playing with Wilhelm's tie. "Would it be the wrong time now to say that you look really good in this suit?"
Wilhelm's eyes widened before his face morphed into a teasing smile. "Oh, really?"
"Mmm, yeah, really." Simon bit his lip and tugged on the tie and let it get free from underneath the blazer. Wille put his hands on his waist and pulled him even closer.
"You look really good too." He whispered in the crook of Simon's neck.
Simon chuckled. He wore a dark grey suit that was lended from the royal court since he didn't actually own one (the Hillerska uniform was the fanciest thing he owned). Why should he, he was a 16 year old kid but apparently now he needed it and none of his clothes were suitable to wear next to the Crown Prince on his official birthday celebration. They hadn't said those words to him but it was obviously implied. Simon didn’t disagree and he was glad he didn't have to worry about wearing the right thing or not being able to get the right thing, they had already taken care of it.
Although he did feel a bit uncomfortable in such formal wear that was tailored to fit exactly him, not sure how much this piece of fabric was worth that he didn't have to pay for and if he was wearing some expensive brand (he knew fuck all about fashion). At least he didn't have to wear a tie but he did like Wille's look even more so for it.
"I kinda want to get you out of that suit though." Simon could feel his breath and the grin Wille was wearing while saying it and Simon squirmed in response. Wille's hands wandered over his back and then grabbed his ass through his pants. It took Simon by surprise and he reacted by bucking forward with his entire body.
To not fully crash into Wilhelm he slotted one leg over Wilhelm's thigh but that was a mistake. Now he was in the perfect position to grind and provide his dick with some friction. Simon bucked forward once and he heard Wille curse and feel him put his hands back on his waist to stabilize him.
They shouldn't continue, they couldn't do that here! Wille's birthday celebration was still going on just a few rooms away. Simon was fighting to stop the aroused haze from taking over and stay rational. "Maybe...we should go back, they are probably missing you."
"Hmm," Wille said against his neck absent-mindedly, trailing his lips over it, "I'd rather be here."
Simon had to agree, being in the corridor in Wille's arms, grinding on his fancy pants clad thigh was looking more and more appealing by the second.
Simon looked out the window next to Wille. White flowing curtains were hanging in front of it and he got a glimpse of the gardens outside. No people were outside except probably some guards stationed somewhere but he didn't see any from that angle. No one was able to look at them from there.
They both abandoned any pretense at stopping and going back, Simon put his hands on Wille's shoulders to better position himself and grinded forward. Oh yeah, that worked, this was his new mission, getting off right there on Wille's leg. He let out a moan against Wille's cheek and he could feel himself starting to slick up.
"Yeah, come on," Wilhelm whispered against him. His hands were still around his waist, just lightly guiding Simon for- and backwards and his leg was bumping against Simon's cock that was getting hard in his pants.
Simon continued to circle his hips and his cock was twitching and starting to pump out thin precum after a short while. He was going to get both of their pants dirty but Simon didn't care, he wanted to show Wille just how much he appreciated him in that suit.
His movements got more fervent and desperate the more he got into it. As hot as this was (somehow they had ended up in another semi-public place) Simon needed a little push. His dick was straining and while he had come untouched before (of course omegas could, with or without training) he wanted to feel a hand around his cock or something to relieve the emptiness he's been feeling.
His desperate motions didn't go unnoticed, Wille removed one hand from his waist and hastily unbuckled Simon's pants, shoved his boxers down and put the hand around his shaft. He smeared the precum over the length and let Simon have a slick suction to thrust into. Simon couldn't help but let out a whine, he tried to keep quiet except for the shuffling that his movements created on Wille's pants.
What if someone did hear them? Oh god, what then? Simon would never live that humiliation down. He was truly so down and weak for this boy he was getting off on his thigh in a corner of the palace where anyone could just walk by and notice them.
But even if somebody saw or heard them (which he hoped wasn't the case) it wouldn't matter. They would, in the most likely case, be employees of the royal family, they probably already had to sign NDAs and saw all kinds of weird, personal things they were never allowed to talk about.
So even if somebody were to see them, Wilhelm was the Crown Prince, this was his home and it was his birthday - they wouldn't be able to say or do anything against it, Wille could do whatever the hell he wanted here.
Something about that spurned Simon on, in his horny brain Wille's title and authoritative position, the power and wealth he had in this place became something desirable instead of the frustrating injustice he normally thought of it as.
With that in mind Simon could feel his orgasm approaching fast. Wilhelm started bouncing his leg harder and Simon bucked his hips forward into Wille's hand and stopped giving a fuck about decorum. "Wille," he threw his head back and moaned. It echoed slightly off the walls.
"Yeah, fuck, say my name." Wilhelm's left hand left his waist and wandered all over him until it settled on the back of his neck, Simon arched his neck and pushed it into Wille's lips. "Ah fuck, Wille."
His mouth settled on his throat, peppering kisses all over it. "Yes, you're mine. Come on my pants." With that Wille bit down at one spot and Simon cried out. His grinding and the bouncing ceased and his cock was twitching, spilling his load right into Wille's palm.
A few seconds they just panted next to each other, Simon still seated on Wille's leg, slowly coming down from his high. He looked down and noticed the few wet come splatters on Wille's pants. "Oh shit, I actually got your pants dirty."
Wilhelm chuckled. "Don't mind it, I think it's hot."
Simon grinned at him. "Yeah, you like me leaving a mark on you?"
"Obviously."
And Simon looked down again to discover the tent in Wille's pants, he hasn't even paid attention to it before but now he could clearly see the material bulging at his crotch. God, of course Wilhelm was hard and Simon had only cared about getting himself off, what a bad boyfriend he was on his birthday!
"Wait, let me," he said and scrambled to tug off Wille's pants but Wille stopped him.
"We don't have to do that here, let's go to my room."
Simon nodded, that was a better idea. They shouldn't overstay their welcome in this corridor. He got off Wille's leg and they stood up again and adjusted themselves. Oh yeah, they could definitely not go back now. Simon's pants were ruined and Wilhelm was so clearly hard in his suit and the come spots were darkening on his pants, they would give the entire guest hall a heart attack if they showed up like that.
Simon took Wille's hand and looked up at him. "I definitely didn't have that planned for your birthday today."
Wilhelm raised an eyebrow. "And what did you have planned?"
Simon smirked. "Possibly something else happening... if you want to have me...however you like."
The look on Wille's face was worth the teasing, his pupils grew big and dark with wild desire. While Simon just had an orgasm he was blessed as an omega with having a very short refractory period and he wanted whatever Wille wanted probably just as much as him right now. Wilhelm squeezed Simon's hand and tugged him sharply up the stairs. "Let's go."
Simon was glad for Wille leading him, he had no idea how he would've found Wille's room from their current location. This was his third time at the palace but he still wasn't better at orientating himself. Last time when they were there for the meeting after Wille's speech Simon had told him that the place was so huge he had trouble finding anything.
Wille had argued a little bashfully that Drottningholm wasn't even that big, it was a rather small castle compared to Versailles in France that it was modeled after and that you got used to the size. Simon couldn't help but give Wilhelm a look that showed him how absurd he was being.
He had been probably just trying to make Simon feel better but the fact still remained that Wilhelm had no concept of normal living situations and that they normally didn't include having 600 rooms, one of them a library double the size of Simon's entire house or having your own separate theater. And he wasn't sure if he was ever going to get used to it. Maybe it was for the best that he didn't because should this be something you get used to?
They finally arrived in Wille's room (which were better described as his own private quarters than one room) after a bit more than 5 minutes which wasn't too long actually. Wilhelm wasted no time to push Simon against the door and kiss him feverishly, his hands coming up to frame his face. Simon reciprocated it with the same fervor and put one hand around the back of Wille's neck.
Wille's hands were cradling his jaw until they slipped lower and lower down his shoulder and back and eventually slipped under his ass and lifted Simon up. Simon's breath hitched and their lips separated for a moment until they settled into their positions again.
Simon hooked his legs behind Wille's and Wille moved them to the edge of the bed and let Simon slowly fall onto the sheets. Simon took a fistful of Wille's jacket and tugged him down with him until Wille's face hovered right above his, his arms on each side of him. "So, how do you want me as your birthday present?"
Wilhelm studied him with intense eyes, Simon could read the desire and the affection in them. He bit his lip. "Can I...no...I want you to ride me."
Simon suppressed a sharp exhale but his cock twitched and his hole clenched in response. He could already imagine feeling Wille's cock stuffed deep inside him and he couldn't wait for it to happen.
He nodded. "Okay, yeah, yes."
Wille gave him a soft, toothy smile before he started undressing. He threw his suit jacket and then his shirt somewhere on the ground and Simon copied his actions. They were both relieved to get rid of their trousers and underwear next that were wrinkled and dirty.
Then Wilhelm climbed on top of him and kissed him. Simon's hands happily wandered over the broad expanse of his back and arched up into him. He felt good being underneath Wille but no, this was not the right position, didn't Wille want Simon on top and ride him? So he had to make that happen, Simon flipped them around so that he straddled Wilhelm's lap again.
"So now, what should I do?" Simon asked, stroking Wille's chest with his finger. "Should I prepare myself for you?" His other hand drifted down and played with his hole. He pushed one finger inside and gasped. The angle wasn't the most practical but it was worth seeing the look on Wille's face and he quickly added another.
Wilhelm looked up at him with even more desire and affection. "Do you need more preparation?" Wille's hands glided down and took a handful of Simon's ass, in response Simon started leaking more slick. "I mean, you've taken me without much prep before."
Simon had trouble staying coherent, he suppressed a moan while he continued pushing his fingers in and out. "Well, in case you forgot, you have a pretty big dick," he managed to get out.
Wille's expression turned into a sly grin. Of course all men (especially alphas) loved to be reminded of their "well endowed manhood". Simon gathered he was allowed a little bit of an ego stroke on his birthday. Wilhelm slipped a finger inside him alongside his own and Simon squealed lightly in surprise. There was no resistance, just a smooth slide.
"You seem pretty wet and open to me."
Simon chased those thick fingers and let himself give into the pleasure for a moment but there was something else he wanted to ride even more. "Well then, just take me how you like it then," Simon grinned teasingly and wiggled on his lap.
Wille's eyes darkened, he slipped his and Simon's fingers out and grabbed his waist and Simon took a hold of his cock that was rock hard and twitching. The tip pumped out enough precome for Simon to coat the entire shaft with it as sufficient lubrication and Wilhelm threw his head back with a groan.
"Come on, tell me what you want," Simon encouraged again.
"I want you to...sit on my cock."
The blatant words did something to Simon. As much as he enjoyed teasing Wille he was just as eager for the same thing. He positioned himself right above Wille's cock and let the tip graze his entrance.
With his hands on Wille's chest steadying himself and a labored breath Simon slowly sunk down. It has only been a couple days but Simon had missed the feeling and being on top made it an entirely different experience. He remembered how much he was struggling to take it all in the first time they did this and how it had hurt slightly. But this time he was more prepared, Wille had been right, he was extremely wet, he was basically gushing slick all over his dick.
His glide down was smooth and eventually Simon managed to get the entire length inside him. He loved the stretch and took a deep breath to adjust to Wille's size. He could feel it pressing deliciously deep inside him, it always felt right like that was where he belonged.
"Okay, I'm sitting on your cock, now what?"
Wille's pupils were blown, his fingers digging into his hips, sure to leave bruises. Simon loved nothing more than seeing the other so affected.
"Lift yourself up and down."
And so Simon did, slowly. He could feel the ridges and veins alongside Wille's cock as he lifted himself all the way up before he dropped back down. It soon turned into bouncing and Simon was chasing his own pleasure as well.
Wilhelm moaned and his hands wandered all over Simon as he lifted himself up to get their bodies even closer. Simon gasped at the new angle and grabbed Wille's shoulders but Wilhelm didn't buck his hips forward and continued to let Simon do the work and decide the pace.
Their mouths were agape and they gasped into each other's mouth. "I'm gonna come soon," Wille told him and Simon wasn't surprised. He was already pent up from the grinding in the corridor and it wouldn't take much more. So Simon turned his riding faster and more aggressive, not bothering to sink down all the way anymore.
"Where do you want to come?" He asked against their lips, just as breathlessly and Wille's cock twitched inside him.
"In...inside." Wilhelm grabbed Simon's hips and helped lift him up and down. Simon gasped again, it hit so deep and managed to hit his spot and Simon noticed drool leaking from his bottom lip.
"Yeah, yeah, ah, whatever you want, come inside, fill me up," Simon brabbled encouragingly and bounced even harder alongside Wille's help. He felt his own orgasm approaching soon and he wanted to reach it together with Wille.
Wille groaned when he hit his high, he stilled his hands on Simon's hips so that his cock stayed buried completely inside. Simon sat directly on it and he squirmed with Wille's cock pressing against his prostrate and his come filling him up and then he came too, untouched.
Simon fell boneless against Wille's grip and Wille surged forward and closed their minimal distance to connect their lips. It was barely a kiss, just their mouths pressing together openly and Simon moaned against the other's lips. Wille was still filling him up and he felt the warm liquid inside him and it was glorious.
Since he and Wille have been together Simon has learned to appreciate Wille's come inside him. The first two times had still been a bit weird and uncomfortable, mostly because he felt guilty and ashamed of what they had done in the first place and had just wanted to get rid of the evidence. He couldn't enjoy it because he hasn't allowed himself to but now feeling Wille pulse and come inside him and having him leak out of him was one of his favourite things.
The omega part of him purred at it, proving Wille's ownership over him and claiming him. The rational part of him that barely existed in these moments told Simon they had bought condoms for a reason and they had talked about actually using them. And they were going to, definitely, just not on Wille's birthday, he deserved this, it could wait another day.
"I love you," Wille said against his lips.
Simon smiled. "I love you."
Simon blinked his eyes open to find Wille already staring at him with a fond smile on his face.
"Hi."
"Hi."
Neither of them had bothered to sit up, Wille was lying on his back and Simon was lying on his chest. They were both exhausted after their activities and the long day and had taken some time to rest without fully sleeping. Simon glanced down at Wille's wrist that still wore his watch, it was currently 5:30.
"When is the dinner supposed to be?" He asked and stretched his body.
"6pm."
Simon laid his head back on Wille's chest with a displeased groan. "I don't wanna get up," he pouted.
Wille's hand came up to stroke Simon's curls. "Me neither. We don't have to."
Simon hummed, his lips touching Wille's skin. It was a lie, it was an obligatory dinner but he entertained the thought for now. "I want to stay right here." He left a kiss on his chest. "In this bed." And another one. "With you." And another one.
Wille's skin was so soft and Simon littered more kisses all over his chest. Two birthmarks bracketed his nipples and Simon kissed both of them before he wrapped his lips around the nub and then wandered further down, caressing his stomach.
"Simon," Wilhelm breathed, one hand still in Simon's hair, gripping it lightly.
He looked up without removing his lips. "Let me worship you." Simon slung one of the blankets away that was barely covering their naked bodies. His lips trailed down further Wille's stomach and continued down his shaft until he reached the tip and wrapped them around it.
"Wait," Wilhelm grabbed his head and pulled him back up, a string of saliva hanging from Simon's lips and Wille's cock twitched before him. "Do you really – I mean, I was inside you before...you don't have to do that."
Oh, so that was what Wilhelm was concerned about. It was sweet, Simon thought. He licked a stripe up Wille's cock before he came up again. "It doesn't bother me."
Wilhelm groaned and leaned back, loosening his hold.
So Simon wrapped his lips back around him and he felt Wille's cock harden in his mouth. He put his hands around the rest that he couldn't fit anymore and stroked it. He started alternating between trailing his tongue around and hollowing his cheeks, he could taste faint traces of slick and cum around the shaft that maybe he was supposed to find off-putting but he only started sucking harder. He suspected his secondary gender might have had something to do with him not minding their combined alpha and omega fluids but instead finding it appealing.
After a while Simon let go with a slight plop, his lips spit slick and looked at Wilhelm. "Do you want to come like that or do you want something else?"
"God," Wilhelm was already breathing heavily. "What do you wa-?"
"It's not about what I want but about you, it's your birthday, tell me," Simon interrupted him. "I wouldn't do it if I wasn't into it," he added a little softer.
"Okay then...I want you to suck me off and come on your face."
"Yeah?" Simon grinned. "You want to cover me in your cum, make me all white and mark me up?"
"Fuck, Simon," Wille groaned, "If you talk like that I will soon."
"Good."
With that Simon went back down after they shifted their positions, Wille sat up closer and Simon went from sitting on the bed to kneeling on the floor and leaning over. He coated Wille's dick with a generous amount of spit and it made slick noises whenever he bopped his head up and down. Once in every few thrusts Simon took more than just the first few inches in and let his dick hit the back of his throat.
He choked and gagged and his chin was getting wet with saliva and his eyes were tearing up but Simon didn't get deterred by it. If anything he increased the pace, it was a messy blowjob but he embraced it. And he was sure Wille enjoyed it too.
He deepthroated his cock a few more times before he pulled off with a cough. After he gathered himself for a few seconds he traced the veins on Wille's cock with his mouth and trailed down further to his balls that were full and pulsing.
"Are you going to shoot all that's inside there all over me?" Simon teased. He gripped them and then wrapped his hand around his length, jerking Wille off while he teased the underside with his tongue.
Wille rutted into his hand. "God, fuck!"
"Are you close?"
"Yeah, just..."
"What?" Simon pulled back when Wille stopped speaking and was just panting.
"Take me back into your mouth."
"Oh, are you giving orders now?"
"No, ugh," Wille kept thrusting into his hand. "I wanna feel your mouth, lemme, can I?"
Simon had underestimated how intoxicating it felt having Wille on the edge and begging like that. He was the one on his knees but he held all the power. He could have it more often like this.
Simon mouthed at one of his balls and took it into his mouth before he let go with a plop again. "Is this what you want?"
"No, I mean, fuck."
"Come on, say it, what do you want?"
"I want...your mouth on my cock before I come."
Simon let out a whine of his own. He wanted the same and stopped teasing. He wrapped his lips around the tip again and licked it before he let his mouth go slack and let Wilhelm thrust his hips forward that buried his length deep inside his throat. Simon could feel his cock and balls twitching against him.
After a few thrusts Wille pulled out and wrapped one hand furiously around himself. Simon closed his eyes in anticipation.
And then he felt it. Drops of come were hitting his face, he could feel it hitting his chin, nose, forehead and cheeks. He hasn't stuck out his tongue but he betted he would've gotten a thick come shot on top of it.
Simon carefully squeezed one eye open. Wilhelm was still holding himself, stroking the last bit out and Simon knocked his hand away and replaced it with his own. He squeezed the tip with his thumb and it earned him more come trickling out. He surged forward and wrapped his lips around it once more to suck out the rest.
Wilhelm panted above him, eyes blown. Simon gathered up some of the come leaking down his face with his finger and licked it up.
"Happy birthday, Wille."
"Is there anything else you would like to do, like, try out?" Simon asked after he came back from the bathroom to get cleaned up and snuggled back into the bed next to Wille. It was definitely convenient to have a private bathroom attached and he could walk freely through the rooms not having to worry about anybody seeing him naked with come streaks on his face.
Wille huffed. "Even if I wanted to, I don't think I could do anymore now, you thoroughly wrecked me."
Simon's cheeks turned red. "Then I'm glad I did my job." He looked down, tracing invisible lines on the sheets. "But I mean...are there things in general?"
Wilhelm stayed silent for a moment. "I don't know, I mean, sure, I would love to do anything and everything with you and there are some things I have in mind but..."
"But what?" Simon pressed when Wille stopped talking.
"I'm not really sure what things my alpha wants or if I want them and if it's too much. And I just wanted to be with you today without any of that."
Simon hummed. He could definitely understand that, their instincts were a tricky thing. "No matter what, we can always talk about it, I want you to be able to tell me. I promise you, I also have things I like, yours can't be filthier than mine."
Wilhelm grinned and poked his sides where Simon was ticklish. "Yeah, are you sure about that?"
Simon squirmed and laughed. "I bet."
They play fought for a while, rolling around in the sheets before they calmed down again, Simon sprawling his body across the king-sized bed (he did not think about how accurate that was) with Wille's hand in his, caressing him.
"Thank you for being here," Wille said. Simon looked up at him and saw the sudden somber expression on his face. "Really, it...it means a lot to me. You already made this birthday so much better."
Simon's mouth twitched into a smile. "I'm glad."
"I appreciate it a lot," Wille continued, "and you were so good out there with the people, you were perfect."
Simon scoffed at that. He had felt like he was close to breaking down the entire time even when he felt more relaxed. "I don't know about that."
Wilhelm pulled him closer. "No you were, you are great and perfect and if any other people don't see that, fuck 'em." Wille's grip got tighter and he planted a kiss on Simon's head.
Simon preened. He was doing his best and whoever didn't like him for whatever reason, he didn’t want their approval in the first place. Why would he want to please them anyway, he wasn't in it for them, he was in it for Wilhelm and that was what counted.
Fuck 'em, exactly.
Simon grinned. "I was trying really hard not to let them know what I really think about the rich and royalty and go on a rant about the monarchy."
Wille let out a laugh. "You should have, that would've been entertaining and maybe actually would've taught some of them something."
"Yeah, I don't know how 'perfect' I would have appeared then and how your parents would've felt about that."
Wille snorted. "They should know to expect that by now and maybe they would also learn a thing or two from you like I do. Being open and sharing your opinion and not being scared to say it, especially to my face, that's one of the things that make you so perfect."
Simon's heart swelled at that. Hearing you had an impact on somebody and were actually helping them grow and learn meant a lot. "You think they'd listen?"
Wilhelm shrugged.
They stayed silent for a moment and when Wille said nothing more Simon spoke again. "And um, what did you think of your mother's speech? Did you know what she was going to say?" He had wanted to ask since he heard it, he had no idea what was going through Wilhelm's head during the speech and he wanted to know before they were going to get up and meet them again for dinner.
Wilhelm tensed briefly before he shrugged again. "Yeah, kind of? But I don't know, I didn't really expect to hear them from her and that she would actually say all of that in public. But then maybe it's just a public thing because why hasn't she said those things to me in private? Who knows if she actually meant those words."
"I think she did." Wille's head snapped up to him. "It sounded genuine to me like...like this was her really trying." Even though he might not agree with her parenting style and some of her choices (because how could being the Queen of a country ever be a healthy thing), Simon could feel the love she had for her son, he could see it and he sincerely wished Wille did too.
And it seemed like a big deal, the Queen admitting to being flawed and being more open. Maybe she had actually listened to Wille's speech about lying and protecting harmful traditions and has taken it into consideration. Maybe she really was learning from Wilhelm like she said in her speech, like Wilhelm was learning from him.
Wille's eyes held a certain kind of sparkle, it was joyful hope, Simon realised. "You think so?"
Simon smiled and nodded. "Yeah. And maybe now you two could find some time to talk about it in private?"
Wilhelm hummed. His eyes were looking thoughtful for a moment before he trained them back on Simon, the sparkle in them still apparent. "Mamma mentioned you too."
Simon gulped. "Oh yeah, don't remind me, I was not prepared for that, I totally blanked." He laughed nervously.
Wilhelm didn't reciprocate it. "You know what that means?"
"Um...yes...no?" Was there something he was missing?
"With her publically addressing you and welcoming you to the family she basically put her stamp of approval on you. So that the press and the people know the Queen accepts you and our relationship and to quell any hate about you and rumors that she might not."
"So, it's a good thing?"
"Well yeah, you say her words sounded genuine?"
Simon nodded. They did, not just the ones about Wille but about their relationship as well. He hoped they were.
Wille's mouth turned into a smile. "Then it's a good thing."
They were late for the dinner after taking a shower together and a poor person politely knocking on Wilhelm's door stating that His Highness and Simon were expected downstairs. No one commented on it once they finally arrived or about Wille leaving his own party earlier or the different type of clothes they were wearing.
There was probably not one person who didn't know what they had been doing beforehand but instead of a reprimand all they got were smiles. Simon didn’t know how to feel about the Queen and the Prince Consort smiling sweetly at him with a hint of mirth but he figured it was a good thing.
It was good.