Breathless...

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Warning: smut

Simon's POV

I underestimated Baz's strength. . . greatly. He carried me all the way up the stairs to Mummers, and Crowley, he is so fast! He takes thirty seconds with my legs wrapped around his waist, whereas I take five minutes at least by myself. I can't tear my eyes away from his bright silver ones, as he opens the door.

                 Baz's misty grey eyes cloud with lust as he drops me onto his bed. Biting my lip as provocatively as I can, I hear him growl above me, a lazy smile playing on his pink lips. I capture his lower lip between my teeth, pulling him into a sweet, seductive kiss. And he's groaning above me, legs thrown around my waist, his body hovering over mine. His feline smirk matches the dangerous glint in his smoldering grey eyes, it makes me hold onto my breath.

                My vampire pins my arms above my head as he attacks every freckle in sight. Biting, sucking and licking each and every one, giving them all the attention in the world. He finds one behind my ear that he licks with his hot, hot tongue, making me whimper beneath him. I cannot even think when Baz is this close.

                Who knew my enemy could make me whimper with kisses instead of punches. . .

                Baz's long black hair tickles my neck as he plants rough kisses down my jaw to my throat, eliciting ungodly groans from me. Suddenly he rises, knees straddling me, tugging his shirt off and tossing it to the floor, exposing the smooth, chiseled planes of his porcelain chest and the ragged dips of his abs. Smoldering grey eyes meet mine, daring me to leave the unnaturally beautiful boy before me a hot, moaning mess.

                Using the slight leverage, I flip us over, so that he crashes into his bed and I'm straddling him instead. Kissing Baz sends sparks surging through my veins. His fiery magick licking at me while his cold body is pressed into mine. Baz's lips move slower this time, lovingly.

                Entangling our tongues, his delicate fingers get caught in my tight blond curls. He moves his hands to cup my face, opening his breathtaking eyes, tearing our mouths apart to let my forehead rest against his. A hum of contentment purrs into my ears.

               Baz smiles like never before and I'm drowning in the silver moonlit night in his eyes. I've never seen him smile like this. He looks at me. With so much love flooding out of his eyes, it's flowing into me. I cannot believe Tyrannus Basilton Grimm Pitch—the perfect, and ruthless Baz—loves me, he's kissing me.

               Basil presses his lips to mine, connecting them once more. Our mouths work together, his smoldering eyes never leaving mine. . . This boy truly leaves me breathless.

               I playfully pepper his sculpted chest with butterfly kisses, but when I notice his spine arch. Well. . . my tongue trails down his throat and I suck lightly on his sharp collarbone. My mouth inches lower, grazing over his nipple and he takes a sharp breath beneath me. He's so pretty like this— sensitive, breathless, and vulnerable— he's so fucking pretty.

               I smile at the thought, kissing his hardened nipples, seeing Baz breathing heavily below me makes my heart race. Watching him like this. . . feels so intimate, and lovely. And Aleister Crowley, his heady scent infiltrates my lungs, and I never want to smell anything other than cedar and bergamot ever again, it's so intoxicating. I want to drown in it. I want to drown in Baz's arms.