simon
i quietly let myself in, slipping my boots off outside. bert lifted his head and simply licked his nose. he doesn't fancy me much. david had been home for a while, i had needed to finish up some paperwork. faint notes of an unfamiliar song drifted from the kitchen. is david with someone? i treaded carefully towards the kitchen, hoping i was wrong.
"regrets, i've had a few...", david sang silkily with the song. his voice was deep and smooth, like velvet. it was the song we first slow danced to on camera. i smiled, i leant in the doorway shadows enveloping me. i watched my david sing along and cook. he hummed with satisfaction, checking on a beef wellington in the oven.
he continued singing, the mogul in me finding no fault. the song ended, leaving a warm atmosphere in the house. i finally noticed what he was wearing; a black silk dress shirt and black trousers, complete with black dress shoes. i furrowed my brow, is someone coming? "where's simon? he should be home by now.", david muttered to himself. i watched helplessly as he pulled out his phone and pushed my contact.
brring! i picked up, smirking at an blushing david. "i- i made dinner.", he smiled weakly, his face a furious shade of red. he's too cute. i walked over and held his hand, turning him to face me. "why're you all dressed up, love?", i inquired. he blushed some more, i couldn't help but laugh at his embarrassment.
"i wanted to su-surprise you with a little date. since, we've never re-really been on one.", he stammered, his eyes sought out approval. "that's so sweet, darling, i'll be happy to join you.", i gave him a small peck on the lips.
i walked over to the dining room, surprised to see a red tablecloth spread over it, spilling over with roses and chocolates. small fine dining plates gleamed in the candlelight. i picked up a rose, i sniffed it enjoying its perfume. i felt david's arms snake around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder, "do you like it?", his lips brushing my ear, his voice deep and lustful. i could only manage a nod.
"good!", he laughed, strutting off into the kitchen. i wagged a finger at his back, shaking my head. gah, go back down, dick.
some time later.
"dinner is.. served!", david declared proudly, putting before me a plate of a magnificent beef wellington, garnished with chives. he sat heavily across from me, "god, i missed sitting." i laughed, " awh, you put so much effort in this just for me!" he wrinkled his nose, "what? no! have you forgotten, i'm eating too!" i rolled my eyes, cutting into my food.
after eating
david
i swirled the wine in my glass, watching the dark liquid capture the candlelight. i took a sip, allowing it to intoxicate me with every sip. i could feel my thoughts blurring into a dizzying whir. a faint voice somewhere called out to me. i wonder who it is. "david. david. david!" oh, is it my simon? my eyes snapped open, i cringed inwardly at the bright flames. "are you alright?", simon grasped my hand tightly, his knuckles white.
i lifted my eyes to meet his. "mm.", i hummed. "alright, up you go.", simon grunted, standing, pulling me towards the sofa. he collapsed on it with a groan. i sat, allowing him to rest his head on my lap. i ran my hand through his hair, slowly making my way down to his earlobe.
i delicately ran my fingers around his earlobe. i lightly dragged my fingernails down his neck, watching goose pimples appear on his skin. my fingers reached his hot collarbone, tracing the smooth curve under his shirt. i tangled my fingers in his rough chest hair, my knuckles brushing his hard nipples.
much to my satisfaction, he bit back a moan, chewing his lip. i traced lazy circles on his stomach. "i'm not stopping you.", he murmured. how smutty. i rubbed the inside of his thigh, the denim slightly hot. i gently made him sit up, spreading his legs. i threw off his trousers, leaving his undergarment on.
i planted small kisses from tip to base, his hard length twitching, begging to get out. simon shuddered, more goose pimples appearing. i slowly peeled off his pants, revealing his hard member. i kissed it up and down. simon moaned loudly, throwing back his head. his fingers found their way into my hair, goading me on.
i slowly kissed a small sweet spot, just below the tip on the underside. simon breathed heavily, trying to control his moans. i brushed my lips across his genitals, enjoying his shudders. the tip glistened with a clear, foreign liquid. my tongue traveled back to the sweet spot. "david..", he moaned breathlessly, "i'm going to--", without warning, the tip was bursting with a thick, frothy white liquid.
i hoisted myself up onto the sofa, crossing my legs. "did you enjoy dinner?" i laughed, ignoring his gaze at my erection. he ignored me, "what about you?"
"what about me?", i liked playing stupid. he flipped me over, somehow pulling down my pants and trousers down at the same time. he grabbed my erection and began pumping quickly. i groaned, thrusting into his hand for more friction. i arched my back, allowing him more access. his thumb traced my tip delicately. i whimpered loudly, begging for more.
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discontinued. i finished up the smut scene. check out my new story, up on my profile page.
