❝ Dancers come and go ❞

[waitingtobegin]

{ but the dance lives on }
💮 open post for simon lee 💮

coffee shop ✯ king of the nightclub ✯ overflow ✯ wildcard

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[desiredone]

John had known this was coming so he allowed it, settling on his back and putting a hand behind his head to make himself comfortable. His other hand stroked through Simon's hair to enjoy the feel of the way the younger man moved down his body, nibbling and kissing his way down him. Like he was being feasted on. It made him sigh and lower his lids as he gazed at him with a hunger in his own eyes.

Gently, he patted his hair. "Slow down. There is no rush. You'll find more enjoyment if you make it last," he instructed to him without actually telling him to stop, just offering encouragement and guidance.

[waitingtobegin]

The guidance didn’t bother Simon in the least. No, despite his inexperience, he wanted John to enjoy their encounter, too. Suggesting they go slow helped Simon focus on something other than the burning desire infecting his thoughts. Want, want, want. Such glorious, gluttonous want. Every inch of him, every fiber burned for this stranger now beneath him. But the cadence of John’s voice drew Simon a little further out of himself, it gave him something outside of his own lust to focus on.

Go slow.

Alright, he could do that.

Drawing in a deep breath, Simon flicked his eyes up to meet the other’s and nodded subtly. Then his lids lowered once more, he trailed his tongue languidly over John’s collar bone, mouthing back along the bone to the hollow where the two met. Ah, God, but his skin tasted good. Like sweat and a vague astringent… lingering cologne maybe? Yes, Simon inhaled and could smell what remained, clinging to John’s body in spite of hours passing.

He tasted like freedom. This tasted like freedom.

Simon continued his exploration, pressing hot, wet kisses down the center of John’s chest. Along his sternum, then off to one side in search of… There. His tongue made one sweeping lap against a nipple, then circled around it once, twice, and again. Idly, Simon wondered if John’s were sensitive like his. Then again, wasn’t all of Simon so wildly sensitive?

Closing his lips around that tender nub, Simon ran a hand along John’s side, down to his hip, then back up again. He shifted to lean his weight on one arm, freeing that wandering hand to rest against John’s chest, fingers toying absently at the neglected twin.

[desiredone]

"Mm." Testing the things that his own body liked. It was a good way for one who lacked experience to do things. To see if his partner would like them too. John approved of it as he ran his fingers through his hair, sighing softly as those hands moved over him. Good boy.

"Good. More like that."

Someone like this truly required more encouragement than most. He was happy to provide it. Because he was drawn to him. Wanting to know more about him. Wanting to take care of him. A strange thing since he usually avoided that but this one was somehow...special. And he was always interested in special.

[waitingtobegin]

Nothing John thought is anything but true. Simon needs the encouragement. Even those quiet words of praise send an unexpected thrill running through him. Or maybe it's John's fingers combing through his hair. Or some combination of both, plus so much warm, bare skin against his.

But John's right. Slower is better. Exploring his partner's body, gauging his reactions, trying to find those things that make him sigh and curl his toes. Oh, Simon's had these random hook-ups before. But somehow, this feels so much different from all of those. Maybe because it's not being rushed, John's keeping Simon from getting lost in his own head, keeping him from feeling the guilt before he's even done anything 'wrong.'

It feels like forever that Simon simply laps at John's nipple, alternating between swirling his tongue around it and sucking on it. A few minutes that bleed on and stretch long in Simon's mind, and then he trails kisses across John's chest to offer the same treatment to the other. This time, his hand slides lower, over John's flat stomach, down further until those hesitant fingers brush oh-so-gingerly against the other man's cock.