Robert's soft, breathless sounds of excitement had been temporary muffled by the forceful man atop of him. Simon had Robert by the wrists; helplessly pinned against the mattress. Skin to skin and breathing so sordidly. Robert squirmed, intimidated by the assertive figure looming over him. He'd felt as if he'd be devoured - swallowed whole by a starved, wet gullet and prying rows of vicious teeth; declining into the hungry bowels of carnality.
"What'ya looking at?" Simon smickered, noticing Robert's intimate observing of his mouth. Robert's transfixed gaze instantly fluttered back to embarrassed eye contact. "Kiss me again." He whispered in a deep need. He felt it hot and nagging in the pit of his stomach; he wanted Simon to ravage him - fangs, claws 'n all. Simon was quick to oblige, sliding his hand around the back of Robert's head, pulling him in for another sloppy tongue fight.
Though, a few heated minutes of wrestling upon the duvet started to become dull. Naturally, Robert's knee came up to meet the quite-apparent swelling in his friend's trousers. The quiet crinkle of leather made Robert cringe slightly as he wordlessly continued to grind his knee against Simon's cock. A low, guttural snarl; "What you trying to achieve, huh?" Simon questioned as he pushed himself on top of the submissive, holding him still under his whole weight. They kissed once and were back to deep, hungry gawking. "Whassit? C'mon, tell me what you want." Simon encouraged, knowing by Robert's obvious behaviour, he was internally begging - yet, far too coy to ask.
Simon's profuse erection pressed prominently against Robert's thigh, causing a pent up frustration to rise within him. "Just...do what you want." He gently pleaded, simultaneously trailing a comforting finger along Simon's jawline in invitation. But, Simon shook his head, snatching Robert's hand and swiftly nailing it back to the mattress. "I know what you want, love." He whispered, as if revealing a dark secret only the two of them shared. Robert's heart fluttered in anxious anticipation. "Don't be embarrassed." Simon's uttering was met with a strange understanding nurturing that made Robert almost relax his tense muscles. It was always different with Simon - completely unlike the other dominating one night stands Robert had endured on tour with the banshees - unlike Severin. Simon's doting didn't go unnoticed. He made Robert feel like a child again - like he could do anything in the world. And despite his raved, drunken outbursts, Robert's intimidation only stemed from knowing how very capable his friend was of completely claiming his body - turning him inside out and leaving a longlasting impression.
"You know..." Simon trailed off, briefly looking over his shoulder - his expression returning with a strange mischievousness about it. "The hotel staff stocked the fridge..." he enquired, leaving Robert desperately blushing at those inherently humiliatingly words. "Stop it." Robert weakly demanded, but making no effort to stop the man above him. He turned his face away into the duvet and awkwardly squirming a bit, pretending as if his own erection wasn't there. Yet, Simon's warm hands still persisted, sliding their way underneath Robert's shirt, finding the dip in his torso and stroking for a few moments, attempting to ease him a bit. "You're warm..." he cooed, grabbing the soft expansion of flesh sitting nicely upon Robert's hips. "These love handles..." Simon stated softly, "So much to get my hands on." Robert whimpered at that, biting his lip, then finally turning onto his back to allow his friend more access; growing increasingly hot and frustrated.
His heart fluttered when Simon's hand flattened against his waistband, not quite reaching his crotch. They made brief eye contact and Robert could see the faint grin tugging on Simon's lips. "What...?" He asked breathlessly. "Belt don't fit no more?" Simon's need to humiliate refused to subside. His fingers gently tugged on Robert's empty belt loops, causing a choked, flustered noise to occur. "What was Severin's plan with you, hm? To watch you let yourself go completely?" Simon's fingers edged their way into Robert's trousers, grasping his cock at long last to the latter's relief. He almost couldn't catch his breath at the sublime feeling of an aggressive hand slicking his foreskin back as it messily tossed him off. "Bet he got a sick kick out of it...overfilling you..."
"Fuck! Please..." Robert moaned desperately, now gripping onto Simon's shoulder to avoid becoming dizzy from pure aroused embarrassment. "Please what?" Simon teased, still cocky despite his own fantasies near-getting the better of him. "Give it to me..." Robert's voice trembled with wanton. But Simon brazenly ignored that fruitless request, instead muttering something lewd about how very wet his fingers were from his friend's leaking cock.
"Simon...I need it." That was the helpless begging Simon adored to hear. His boy pleading for no one but his hands was no-short from ecstasy. "I'll suck your cock -anything- just...please..." Robert's frustration was evident, though Simon still saw him as a complete brat. "Fuck me." Came his snappy demand. He got the instant reaction he hadn't hoped for; a harsh, impulsive smack across the cheek. He gasped sharply, flinching in shock. "Slut." Simon snarled, unphased by the small act of cruelty he'd committed. He'd hit Robert before, in multiple contexts. It shouldn't have been a surprise, yet, Robert sat stunned, weakly clutching his face with sorry eyes. And although a deer in headlights, Simon was the wolf waiting for easy prey.
"Oi, look at me." He demanded, snatching at Robert's chin to force eye contact. Dilated, glazed pupils stared wide and innocent. Simon couldn't resist the urge to press a tender kiss to where he'd slapped, pulling Robert's hand away to place it in his lap. "Good boy." He coaxed quietly, letting Robert know he'd never hurt him out of malice again; only in lust.
His attention then returned to Robert's warmth again. They kissed slowly, rekindling once more as Simon playfully rubbed him through the fabric of his clothes. Too distracted by the hot moistness of Simon's tongue against his own, he didn't notice at first when Simon's fingers found their way up his baggy shirt, reaching toward his mellow chest, not hesitating to pinch at his nipple - instantly squeezing and tugging with motive. Robert's neck instinctively fell back, "Oh...yes..." another short whine sounded from his throat. Simon's lips were quick to press against that bared neck, sounding out muffled groans as he gently bit at the Adams apple - teeth grazing all the way down to exposed collar bones. He bit harder there, all whilst teasing Robert's chest - squeezing and fondling every last ounce of soft flesh.
"Si, I'm getting close..." Robert whimpered, wrapping his arms around the back of Simon's shoulders. Simon growled at that, too busy in a heated daze to have noticed Robert's continous grinding against his thigh. "Fuck. C'mere." He ordered, sordidly fiddling with his zipper, frantic to pull it down. Robert's skin seemed to twinge in hotness at the realisation of Simon not having been wearing underwear all day. He pulled out his swollen, blood filled cock with unsteady hands, roughly toying with his own head in anticipation. Robert's own erection twitched at the impossibly arousing sight of Simon's own precum lubing him up as if it was ready to plunge right into him, filling him so completely.
"D-Do you need stretching?" Simon hesitated, taking on his usual incoherent stutter, now too horny to keep up a tough act. Robert shook his head, wordlessly ready to please. Although Simon's sheer size was always enough to leave him sore and limping, he wanted it raw, just as it felt intended to be. He backed up a little, rumpling the bedsheets up around himself slightly, making him look all the more delectably enticing. Simon watched; utterly transfixed as Robert began to unbutton his shirt with quivering fingers. Feeling mischievous, he didn't remove it, only leaving it splayed open; revealing everything Simon so desperately loved to see.
"Christ. Look at you." Simon sighed in awe, placing his fingers upon Robert's stomach, tracing them down his delicate curves. Robert's hips squirmed slightly at the touch. Shameful thoughts of what torture Steve would play out before ran through his head. He was reminded of those senseless nights of being infatuated by endless intoxicants, feebly tied to unknown beds by his wrists and forced to endure strange eroticism. Sick, unmindful fetishism replayed in his head. In a drugged haze, he had been exposed to sleazy men who enjoyed taking advantage of boys with intricately feminine features. Severin's grotesque obsession with watching what overindulgence could do to the body had only been half of Robert's introduction to what he was truly good for.
"You really get me going..." Simon's gravelly muttering snapped Robert from his sex-smothered thoughts and he smiled a bit, enjoying Simon's worshiping much more than he'd imagined. Those grim thoughts no longer mattered. Simon was far too adoring to compare to them. "Fuck yourself on me, big boy." Simon suddenly demanded, harshly squeezing that soft flesh again. Robert hissed sweetly, rubbing his own hand over Simon's; titillated by what his body type was doing to the other man alone. "Fill me, Si...please." He baited, aching for it.
