Breathless...

𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆, 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆, 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆

(My advice is to read the last few chapters together, it'll be a real emotional roller coaster. And if I were you I'd play Troye Sivan's Animal, What a heavenly way to die, Wild, and every other song while reading this, lol.)

Unedited version (I'll edit sometime later) and this is not the last chapter of breathless! (some people thought it was)
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Warning: smut

Baz's POV

We obviously aren't too prepared for this; and Crowley knows it'll hurt, so I've just cast spells everywhere I can think to cast.

             And well, now I'm hoping Simon will be uncharacteristically gentle and graceful, not only because I want my first time to be slow and sensual, (I'm a romantic, shoot me) but also because I do not want my arsehole to die quite yet.

           But if it is at Simon Snow's hands, then what a heavenly way to die. . .

Simon's POV

I place two fingers between Baz's lips, and pretend I'm a natural (which is such a Baz-thing to do).
"Suck, baby." I whisper against the dark hair covering his ear, tickling his barely exposed neck. And then Baz's cold lips hold my fingers and he leaves them wet enough for me to be sure I won't hurt him too much. (Because he's a vampire, will this hurt less? Or do vampires feel pain only in their arse? Do blue-balls even hurt Baz?)

Baz's POV

Simon has a strange contemplating look on his face. I don't trust it for one second. So I kiss him to calm my nerves. Ah, finally, after all these weeks of running. . . I get to kiss Simon Snow.
Then I nervously move to get on my hands and knees, but Simon pushes me back into the duck-feather mattress. I only look up at him, expecting a last minute decision to not continue—and try to hold my heart together, too tight for it to fall apart.

              But he surprises me.

"On your back, baby." He says with a smile, "I know it'll hurt, Bazzy—actually I don't, since you're an invincible vampire. . But,"

             . . . And this is probably what he was contemplating: vampires, and sex, and pain.

             Oh, Simon Snow. I wonder why I'm in love with him, too.

"But what, Snow?" I ask the golden boy above me, with raised brows and a pout. I get another kiss, and I hate to admit it has me smiling as if I were star struck.

"I want to look into your eyes while I make love to you," he whispers against my lips. This however, I did not expect.

             Simon Snow, I don't think you've ever heard my heart beat, since I'm a monster, but right now, I swear to Merlin my heart is thundering at your words, I think as I stare into the blue oceans gazing back at me.

              Right then, Simon takes one look into my eyes and there lies a mad glint in his—suddenly, he's crouched between my legs, head buried in my lap. (And not where it usually is when he's sucking me off. It's lower.) Strong hands lift my legs over his shoulders and he's holding my hips up, at an angle at which even the small of my back is raised.

Simon's POV

He's open before me, right for my taking.