decided to add some simon pov bc i like him being clueless
When I figure out what I feel about Snow, I'll be wanking away my feelings for him.
Like what I'm about to do now.
Simon Snow is on a mission or hanging out with Bunce. (He'd go out for hours.)
And I'm all alone.
I get down on my bed, upper body lowered and lower raised. I pull down my trousers, and take my wand from my desk, then cast a spell to soundproof the room and lock the door. I'll make this quick.
I take down my pants, and cast a cleaning spell. Then I reach out from under my bed, a shoebox. I grab my lube and put an enough amount of it on my hand, warming it up with my fingers, because no one likes cold lube. My cock is twitching in anticipation.
Then I enter a finger in (it slips in easily.) moving the tip upwards. I let out a shaky gasp, and then wrapping my other hand around my cock. I move my finger in and out, until I'm stretched enough for another.
I slip in another one. "Oh. . . I forgot how good that felt. . ." I moan, moving my finger. I take my shoebox again and grab my dildo. (It's a blue. Reminds me of Simon's eyes.) It vibrates, making the stuff better. I slick it with more lube. I pull out my fingers and put the dildo against my rim.
Then I push it in- oh, Crowley. I move it. I like being like this. I like being so fucking full, like how I'd probably be if it was Simon's cock. . .
Or if he'd ever be inside me anyway.
I rub my thumb over the tip of my cock. My hair is tousled. Like how I'd probably be if Simon held my hair while fucking me senseless.
I close my eyes.
And I imagine that Simon would be inside me. Doing what I've always thought it would be like.
SIMON
Baz is plotting.
I hate doing missions. (I don't. I just feel like staying in my room today.)
I want to go back to my room.
BAZ
"Crowley!" I moan as I turn on the vibrate mode on the dildo. It can move itself- I don't know how, but it can. My cock is fucking into my fist, and I let out plenty of moans each time I do.
My fangs pop.
The dildo is moving fast inside me.
And I'm close.
I can feel it.
Just a few more-
Crowley! Ah! Shit, fuck that's good. "Simon!"
--oh, fuck.
My cum is out on the sheets and a bit on my chest. I take the dirty sheet and grab a clean one from my wardrobe, then I keep the lube and dildo back into the shoebox, then shove it under my bed.
Then I undress myself and leave my clothes on the floor. I go into the bathroom then run myself a cold bath. I circle my rim, and oh.
I might go and wank again.
I don't have energy to finger myself.
I wrap my hand on my cock and pump it, fast.
"Hngh. . ." I bite my lower lip, pumping it so much more faster, my legs are quivering.
And then I cum. I've gotten a lot more sensitive because of earlier.
I wash myself, acting as if nothing ever happened. The shower isn't running.
Then I hear the door burst open. "Stupid Baz. . . who leaves all his clothes all over the floor?" I can hear him mutter.
"The shower isn't running. He might be out," he says, coming closer to the door. I don't know if I locked it.
One last step, and he places his hand on the door knob and-
"Oh."
- Morgana's tits. He sees me sitting in the bath. (Until my chest is how high the water is)
"Sorry." He says and closes the door.
I finish up, draining the water and putting on my robe. (I bring my robes from home. I don't like using Watford towels. They're so dry.)
I step out. The smell of soap comes out with me, too.
"Hey. . . it's not night." He rubs his chin, looking up at me. I look away from him, back turned. "I am completely aware you can tell me what time of the day it is." I huffed, unlacing my robe. "You can use the bathroom." I grab my pyjamas, which Simon calls 'posh', but it's really just pyjamas.
I guess they are kind of posh. . .
He stumbles into the bathroom, slamming the door as he does. "You should pick up your clothes!" He shouts through the door. I sigh and pick them up. I'll go to the laundry room when I'm done with my nap.
I change into my pyjamas and fall into bed. I feel fresh. And clean. And relaxed.
Then I drift off into slumber.
SIMON
No. This is weird. Baz would never take a bath in the middle of the afternoon!
He was plotting!!!!!!!!
