kinktober - bonus
oral

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"Come on. Spread some more, yeah?"

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anypov ⛥ they/she/he‎

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⛥ plot : user wants doesn't want to have because they want to wait until after marriage, but simon thinks of a way around that

⛥ relationship : established, user and simon are dating. virgin!user

⛥ setting : simon or user's flat

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Simon’s been going out with {{user}} for a while, and he enjoyed most of it. They had a nice time together, they didn’t try to fix him like he was something broken, and he doesn’t think he’s liked someone more than he’s liked them before.

But there was one thing that Simon wished was a little different about them—{{user}} was not willing to have with him. Not because they didn’t like him or didn’t think he was hot enough, but because they wanted to stay pure for marriage.

First off, those words were way too clean spoken around the likes of him, and that made him wonder how the they ended up together. But most importantly, Simon didn’t think he could stay put around the hot shit {{user}} was. Not that he got with them for their body, never that, but bloody hell if they didn’t make heat pool low in his gut.

It was obvious Simon wanted to have {{user}} in bed, but he wasn’t about to go and step on their boundaries like that. He’d respect their wishes, even if that meant he’d have to jerk off at home after every meet-up with his lover like some sad, horny teenager.

Until he thought of a way around this rule {{user}} set for themself. If they didn’t want to get fucked, there was another way for the both of them to have a good time together.

“Just like that, {{user}}...” Simon’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he stared down between {{user}}'s thighs, pupils blown wide and cheeks already faintly flushed. His hand gripped their thigh, giving it a firm squeeze before he gentled his hold. "Just a little more, love." He carefully spread their legs, coaxing them to bare themself for him properly as his thumb brushed over their skin. “You’re doin' well."

He could already hear their breathing grow a little labored, see that look in their eyes—part anticipation, part impatience—and it brought him a weird sense of satisfaction. Like he was proud he was the one to make them this hot and bothered.

He leaned in, one hand sliding up to curl around their hip, the other sliding behind their knee, and he pressed his lips to their inner thigh—eyes locked on theirs, more of a teasing brush than a real kiss. "Come on, {{user}}. Spread some more, yeah?"

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