words: 2,755
genre: Smut!!!
Some of my ao3 tags: Halloween, Ghostface mask (Scream), Desperation, Under-negotiated kink, Dirty talk.
So, yeah. Also, I'm embarrassed.
If you want, take this as a Send Nudes Halloween special 😭 I feel like I've written this like it's them.
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"I need you so bad." Harry had found himself clawing at Simon's top before they had even reached a bedroom. "Need you right now.
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Freya and Josh had thrown a Halloween party, and Harry felt as though he had been there all day. He took his time getting ready earlier on in the day, then met up with Simon to head there.
Since he had seen Simon, he had felt incredibly horny. After each shot, and during every game, he just felt his need for his boyfriend growing stronger, and stronger. He wasn't sure what it was, he couldn't even see his face, and Simon was acting no different.
A few hours passed, and Simon seemed to be just as wanting as Harry did. Sure, Harry had been acting a little purposely provocative - but who didn't at parties?
Simon stood up, and grabbed Harry's hand, forcing him up with him. He barely gave his friends a last glance as he pulled his boyfriend away from the crowd, too eager to care.
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Once they had found a bedroom, and the door had shut behind them, Harry instantly found himself rubbing against Simon's leg. The whole night, he had felt incredibly overwhelmed by Simon's presence, body shivering whenever he heard his boyfriend speaking. If he didn't know better, he would say that it was just the alcohol talking, but something had shifted ever since he had seen Simon earlier that day.
Harry moaned as Simon lifted his knee slightly, making it easier for him to grind against his leg. "You're so desperate for me," Simon's words only made Harry moan louder, the raspiness of his voice making him go dizzy, "have been all day. Do you think I haven't noticed?"
All Harry could do was hum, too occupied with grinding himself against Simon's knee.
"Almost as if the mask is turning you on." Harry bit his lip, and closed his eyes as realisation hit him. Without the mask, he could confidently say that Simon was the hottest person he knew, but for some reason, the creepiness of the possible scenario was really turning him on. "You want me to fuck you with the mask on?"
Hearing Simon's voice, but not being able to see his face really was doing something to Harry. The idea of being fucked by a creepy 'stranger' was incredibly thrilling to him. In no way would Harry call himself a freak, though. If the man behind the mask was actually someone that Harry didn't know, he wouldn't be into this whatsoever. But, the idea of Simon taking on the role as a killer behind a creepy mask as he fucked him had all of Harry's blood going to his dick.
Simon noticed this, as the grinding quickened up, and as he felt a wet patch begin to form on his trousers. "Use your words, Harry." He smirked to himself, as he grabbed Harry's chin, lifting his head up so that he was facing Simon. With his other hand, he grabbed onto Harry's waist, and paused his movements, Harry whimpering at the loss of friction. "Do you want me to fuck you with this mask on?"
The noise that left Harry's mouth was embarrassing. "Simon, please."
"Please, what? I want to hear you say it." He let his thumb brush across Harry's bottom lip, as he inspected his face. The tears gathering on his eyelashes being enough to make Simon grow a little.
