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It's the third time this week that Simeon finds himself up until the late hours of the evening.
He's been trying to sleep for a while, but each time he lays his head down he begins to think of you. He's tried everything: breathing exercises, counting sheep, reciting verses from the holy books. Everything he thinks about somehow, in some way ends up returning to you.
It’s been like this for a while now. It started with only thinking about you in the evenings- maybe after a day of being around you- then the mornings after, and now it’s a constant for him. He feels dizzy with how much he fantasizes about you.
Simeon is sure that if he confessed to you his mild (truly rather severe) obsession surrounding you, you'd remark that he's so sweet, that it's so nice he cares so much about you.
But you don't know what he's been thinking about.
Tonight he lays on his back his hands fisting the covers that lie atop of him, wishing it was you instead. He wishes that you'd lie on top of him each night and kiss him, wishes that you'd touch him, and maybe if he's lucky, fuck him. These thoughts are terribly new to him. He’s never known someone who compares to you, and thus never felt the drive that he’s had these days.
He’s never had his pussy get so wet from imagining someone naked before. Simeon almost worries if there’s something wrong with him. It’s concerning how frequently he feels the need to touch himself, how the guilt is starting to fade, how he has to talk himself out of sneaking into your room and stealing your undergarments. You’ve turned him into a genuine pervert, and if anyone found out he’d be beyond humiliated. However, all those anxieties are pushed to the back of his mind as he sneaks a hand under the covers.
He always touches himself over his underwear; it’s irrational reasoning, but he feels like it's okay when there’s a barrier. He can feel his clit tenting his white panties a bit. He rubs it gently, imagining it’s your hand instead. He likes to think you’d tell him he looks so good, that his clit dick is so big and pretty. Simeon’s hips jerk and he gasps at your fantasized praise. He grinds the heel of his hand against his clit as he runs his fingers along where his hole is. His panties are soaked. He imagines you teasing him for how wet he is already, how wanton he is for your touch. Simeon finds himself nodding along, so lost in the scene his brain has created.
He moans your name, grinding against his hand. It feels so good, but not enough. He imagines you making him beg. "Please," his voice sounds so desperate, yet so quiet in his empty room, "please fu- I need something inside me," he whines softly, like you're there, like you will answer his needs.
For the first time ever his fingers go under his panties. Simeon sticks two inside- he's wet enough to take them- and instantly cums. He keeps his fingers sheathed inside of himself as he clenches desperately onto his fingers. He pants and moans as he works himself through his orgasm.
And then, once the high has ended, he feels disgusting. He quickly removes his fingers and takes a scalding hot shower, attempting to wash off the guilt.
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Simeon realizes he can't go on like this. Something must be done before he dies from guilt or does something he regrets. He goes to his housemate, whose advice can be half nonsense or half decent depending on the day. He tests his luck and knocks on Solomon's door.
The sorcerer looks far too pleased to see him. He opens the door wide and invites Simeon in.
"I thought you'd come here, eventually," My god, Simeon thinks, is he really that transparent? "You actually enjoyed the tuna casserole I made the other night, didn't you? Well I'm sorry but I can't tell you the secret ingredient," Solomon winks. Simeon stares, dumbfounded.
"No. That's uh, not why I'm here," he offers a kind smile. "I need your advice."
Solomon's brows raise considerably, "oh!" He sits down, "how can a humble old human like myself help you?"
"Ah," Simeon fidgets with a glass vial of some pretty potion, "I… I like someone," he confesses, feeling his face heat. Solomon does not look surprised. “And, I cannot seem to stop thinking about that human person- oh it's not you, sorry," he adds, and Solomon gives him a knowing look, "I’m just wondering what I should do… about that. Because it's gotten very distracting,” Solomon is unreadable to Simeon for a moment.
"Okay!” he offers Simeon a bright smile, “I think you ought to tell this person! Getting things off your chest may allow you to focus on other things. It's no good to bottle things up," Simeon nods, "Maybe you can talk in an isolated place, so you have time alone afterwards," he winks again, and Simeon feels his hands sweat with the implications of that (he ignores the burning rage generated by Solomon entertaining the idea of you in a suggestive situation) "plus, being alone with this person will make it feel more intimate," he points out. Simeon lucked out, it's one of those days that the advice is half decent.
"Thank you Solomon. I think I might do just that," Simeon leaves the room, already forming a plan based around the advice given.
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Simeon doesn’t know how exactly things progressed, but it seems he may have crossed a line at some point.
Simeon cannot remember how it led to this (and he's ignoring how unconcerned he is surrounding that) but he has you alone, locked in his room, tied up on his bed. You're knocked out- how else could he have gotten you tied up?- but slowly coming to.
Simeon wrings his hands nervously, his stomach erupting with butterflies.
"What-" you blink yourself into consciousness, tugging on the restraints, "what," the panic is starting to sink in and Simeon can't have that. He calls out your name softly and you breathe a sigh of relief upon seeing him. "Simeon," his heart thumps wildly in his chest, just from you saying his name, "what's going on?" You're still struggling.
"Um," he shifts from foot to foot, then joins you on the bed, sitting next to you, “sorry I tied you up, I just- I have to confess something to you,” you blink at him curiously, and Simeon laughs nervously, "I asked Solomon for advice and he said to get you alone for this... and you're always at the House of Lamentation around the demons," he tries to keep the jealousy from his voice, "sorry, sorry, I'm rambling. I just love you so much," he tells you softly, avoiding eye contact, "and I've been thinking about you all the time, and I'm hoping admitting this to you helps, it's okay if you don't-" you interrupt him gently.
"Simeon," he looks to you, "I like you too," he feels the world stop for a moment.
"You do?!" His voice cracks and he knows he's smiling like an idiot but he can't believe it.
"Yes, Simeon," you mirror his smile, "of course I do." He lets out a semi-hysterical laugh. Then, as he looks you over he remembers you're still tied up.
"Oh sorry, I can get you out of these, I just…” he trails off, not having an excuse as to why this is the way he went about getting you alone. He removes the restraints from you and you take his hands into yours.
"Can I kiss you?" You ask, and Simeon thinks maybe he's been lied to throughout his entire existence. Clearly you're the angel here, and this must be heaven.
He nods timidly, and feels tingly all over his body when you lean in. When your lips meet Simeon can’t possibly close his eyes. He wants to burn this moment into his memory forever. You’re so soft, and feel perfect against his lips. When you pull away Simeon sighs, leaning in for another. You kiss until you’re both breathless and Simeon feels uncomfortably wet.
He feels so naughty for getting so aroused simply from kissing. Your tongue brushes against his lips and he moans, crawling into your lap to have you closer to him. He moans again when your hands grip his hips and squeeze.
“Are we,” you mumble against his lips, pulling back despite his whining, “are we going too fast?” Simeon shakes his head,
“I don’t want to stop,” he tells you, “do you?” you mimic him and shake your head.
“No, I just want to make sure you’re okay,” you rub circles into his hips, and Simeon clings to you. “You said you thought about me, tell me about that,” you prompt, leaning in to mouth at his neck.
Simeon is speechless for a moment, “ah, um, I just think about you all the time, I think about kissing you, and having you hold me, and-” he can feel himself trembling, “and about you touching my va- my vagina,” he stutters through the end there, but feels proud for getting it out regardless.
You groan against his neck, squeezing his hips, “yeah?” he can feel your hand moving, and his breath hitches as you rub him through his pants. “Like this?” Simeon shakes his head no. “Oh? Maybe you can take your pants off, and show me?” you’re giving Simeon an out if he wants one, but he’s never stripped himself of his clothes quicker before.
He leans against his pillows, his hands resting on his stomach as he shyly spreads his legs for you. Simeon hopes you’re turned on by his erect clit and his pussy that shines with how wet he is. You exhale slowly, coming between his legs.
“Fuck,” Simeon can hear his heart beating in his ears, “you look so good,” he’s giddy from your reaction. You cup his thighs gently, looking up at him with such a loving expression Simeon thinks he may pass away. “Can I touch you angel?” The pet name makes him short circuit for a moment. He squeaks, clears his throat and,
“Yes, yes please, please,” he begs wantonly. You move slowly, like you have forever with his body. The anticipation is killing him, and he lays with bated breath until you finally brush your thumb against his clit, and he cries out a moan. You rub slow circles, pulling out choked moans and squeals. You’ve never had a more reactive or sensitive lover before.
All it takes to make him cum is one finger. While still circling his clit with your thumb you gently slip one finger inside his hot, wet, tight hole (so tight you can’t believe it, your cock twitches at the idea of being inside him). He tenses up, squeezing around you like a vice as he squeals your name. You wiggle your finger as best as you can, working him through it.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he babbles once he catches his breath. You remove your finger, bringing it to your mouth to taste him. Simeon lets out a soft moan as he watches you. “Please, put your p-penis inside of me,” he begs softly. You sigh and shake your head,
“No way baby,” Simeon looks dumbstruck, “another time I promise, but there’s no way I’ll be able to fit inside of you tonight without some extensive stretching,” you brush some stray hairs behind his ears. Simeon pouts a bit, but nods,
“But you will? You want to?” he asks hopefully. You nearly laugh at that,
“Absolutely I do,” you gently take one of his hands and bring it down to the very obvious tent in your pants. “Feel how much I want to be inside you right now?” Simeon nods, biting his lip as he smiles wildly.
“Can I,” he looks back up at you, “touch you?” he can’t keep the eagerness out of his voice.
“Of course angel,” and with that said the two of you rearrange so you can get out of your clothes. Simeon finds himself on your lap again, staring lustfully at your cock as you hold him steady.
"Spit in your hand," you tell him, and without question he obeys you.
“You’re bigger than I imagined,” he confesses quietly. He carefully wraps his now spit slicked hand around your length and strokes you slowly. You let out a soft moan with how he unknowingly teases you. "Hotter," he muses, then rubs your tip, "softer too." You tighten your hold on him,
"Jesus, baby," the fact that his dirty talk is unintentionally dirty makes it all the more better.
"Don't," Simeon's grip on you tightens, "say another man's name," he looks so serious you don't dare laugh, despite how ridiculous he sounds.
You swallow, "sorry Sims," you pull him into a kiss as an apology. He forgives and forgets quickly, smiling against your lips.
He pulls away from your mouth when you start leaking pre.
"Oh," he gathers the fluid up with a finger, "you get wet too," you groan, jerking your hips helplessly. He continues to stroke you with one hand while the other- the one with your precum coating his fingers- goes up to his mouth.
Simeon sticks his fingers into his mouth, tasting you. You can feel your cock twitch, and one (or both) of you moan, at this point you're so consumed with him you don't know what noises are coming from who. He looks at you with wide eyes,
"What was that?" He asks after moving his hand away from his mouth, looking down at you.
"Means I'm, ah, close," Simeon looks delighted, "oh, can you pick up the pace, angel?" He nods, stroking you with newfound energy.
You cum soon after, bouncing Simeon a bit with how forcefully you jerk your hips. He lets out a cute gasp as you cum all over his hand. Of course, in the afterglow of your orgasm he decides to taste your cum, and that makes your cock twitch again.
Simeon lays down on the bed next to you, so you can cuddle. You share sweet kisses, and Simeon could have never imagined how fantastic you'd be with him.
Rather than fantasize what will come next for the two of you, Simeon decides to live in the moment.