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[Simon isn't running and Baz takes that as a good sign. In fact, Simon is returning his kiss, despite his very urgent stop not a few minutes ago. Simon pulls him closer in a move he always loved from lamb, but he'd never seen from Simon. He feels so wanted in this moment, so desired when Simon pulls him in by his belt loops. It's oddly carnal in a way that gets Baz's engine running.

His cock hardens further against Simon's leg, especially as Simon begins to move. He rides his thigh against Baz's cock and it's all Baz can do to not move both hands. As it is, the one on Simon's jaw slides down Simon's front, pausing just a moment before easing Simon's front. Now he has a Simon sandwich, encased in two cold vampire hands. Yet, he doesn't stay there for two long.

As he kisses the life out of Simon, he's trying to figure out if he should maneuver his hand up to explore Simon's muscled chest, or down, to where he's sure to get a much more delicious reaction.

Baz takes a risk on down, carefully inching his cold hands beneath the hemline of Simon's jeans. He's ready to pull back at a moment's notice if needed, though.]

[ Simon often has trouble splitting his attention these days, doubly so when his thoughts are being flooded out with pleasure. And pleasure? Oh, he's never felt it quite as keenly as this, so it's exceedingly difficult to force rationale into his overtaxed mind. Baz touches him. His hands wander, pushing past the waistline of Simon's jeans, and his head swims with the dually-pressing sensation and anticipation.

The jeans are tight. They feel tighter by the second, but it can't be easy slipping into them as-is. Simon curses quietly against Baz's lips, and reaches between them to undo the front of his trousers, easing them away to allow Baz's hand an easier path inside. And there--

Simon doesn't want to know what Baz has gotten up to in Vegas with Lamb. He could let his mind wander -- draw some likely and accurate conclusions -- but it's probably better that he doesn't. But one thing Simon can take solace in, beyond any shadow of a doubt, is that this is one arena where he's definitely got Lamb beat. As it turns out, giving himself dragon parts was as much of a blessing as it was a curse; Baz just hasn't been privy to why until now. Until Simon pushes his jeans away, and Baz is suddenly handling more cock than he's ever seen on one person. ]

[With a silent thanks, Baz slips his eager fingers further into Simon's jeans. They search and search until they find heated flesh and--- Baz pulls back just to murmur,] Holy shit, Simon.

[That doesn't stop his touching, only his kissing momentarily as he eyes Simon's immense cock. Actually immense doesn't even describe it properly, it's veiny and thick and bulbous in ways Baz has never and his mouth is watering with the desire to get his mouth around even just the tip. Slowly descending to his knees, Baz keeps the hand previously on Simon's back smoothing down the back of Simon's thigh. When Baz is eye to eye with Simon's cock, his mouth is filled with more than enough saliva to help him at least attempt a half-decent blowjob.

Opening his mouth he dips onto Simon's cock, delighting in the stretch of his lips that comes with such a sizable feast.]

[ The gravity of this moment isn't lost on Simon.

Once upon a time, Baz would never have gotten this far. They'd be kissing, searing, melting; all devastatingly sexy until it was -- suddenly and without warning -- too hot for Simon. Maybe when their hands began to wander a little too far, or when Simon's teeth dug in a little too hard, or when Baz's moaning pitched a little too needy. Simon would pull on the reins, slam the brakes, and they'd both walk away from it frustrated.

Fuck, no wonder Baz left. Simon can look at it from a more objective angle now. After hearing Stop on Baz's lips like that, after feeling the abysmal despair he immediately spiraled into. If he had to hear that every time they touched, his self-esteem would be in tatters.

No. Baz wouldn't have gotten a hand in his pants, wouldn't be in quiet awe of Simon's size, wouldn't be falling to his knees and fitting his mouth around Simon's cock. But he is now. And despite how Simon's knees buckle through a low groan, he doesn't pull away. Instead, he scrambles for purchase on the countertop, one hand casting out to keep him upright while the other sinks deep into Baz's hair.

Holy fuck, nothing in the entire world looks better than Baz's lips around Simon's cock. He's helpless for it already. ]

[Baz remembers far too many times when he barely brushes Simon's cock and found himself rejected and pushed away. To be allowed in this close, to be allowed to stretch his lips around Simon's sizable dick with a pleased hum is everything. His hands shift again, one to brace on the back of Simon's ass, gently squeezing, and the other at his thigh, sliding up and down in slow motions.

He can't believe he's so lucky that he gets to suck Simon off like this. Even just this much, even just a few inches is more than he ever got before. Having Simon's hands in his hair is more than the past. He distantly wonders when Simon will burn too hot or push him away for the intensity of the contact, but Baz refuses to think of the what if's in this moment.]

Couch. [He murmurs when his lips pull off Simon with a lewd pop.] So you don't fall.

[If there's anything he's grateful to Lamb for, it's that he's learned all kinds of new positions and helpful tips about blowjobs, not that he'll ever mention that to Simon.]

[ Absolutely fucking not. He wants to argue as soon as the demand trips Baz's lips. No. He's fine right where he is, and he'll slide right down onto the kitchen floor if need be.

And where is that refusal coming from? Reasonable therapy brain is engaging again. Fuck, this really is exhausting, but-- It's a reasonable request. He wants you to be comfortable. So what's the problem? Afraid. Why? Because what if those five paces to the couch is time enough to break whatever spell you're both under, and one of us pulls away again?

So keep him under your fucking spell, stupid.

That entire mental exchange feels like it's take an eternity, but in reality, it's only a fraction of a second. Baz isn't left waiting long. ]

Then you'll have to come with me, won't you?

[ Baz barely gets any warning before Simon's crouched down and braced both forearms under Baz's ass and thighs. That's all the leverage Simon needs to bodily haul him up, and heft him -- lips crushed together as they go -- the few careful steps to the sofa. Once there, an ungainly flop, and they've officially reached their destination still kissing. ]

[Baz has no idea that such an back-and-forth is occurring behind closed doors. In fact, all he cares about right now is making Simon feel good and safe. When the pause continues, though, Baz wonders if he's done something wrong, if by suggesting the couch, he's ruined this chance to love and be loved.

But he has no time at all to dwell on that because Simon lifts him, hefts him from the ground to kiss him. Baz can't really complain because *he's kissing Simon Snow.*. Baz curls his arms about Simon's shoulders, grateful for Simon's time in the gym because *Circe* the muscles working beneath his arms are absolutely sinful.

The couch interrupts some of that, Baz realizes, but being at the couch also means that he can back to sucking Simon's cock.]

I was planning to. [Unless you pushed me away, goes unsaid as Baz slides down Simon's body and nudges his legs apart to give him room to resume his work.] Did you think I wouldn't?

[Actually, maybe, don't answer that because Baz is once more sliding his mouth onto Simon's cock, smooth and covering the head with his lips.]

[ Simon is really starting to grasp -- finally, viscerally -- what he's been missing with all this.

Not just the pleasure (which is incredible, lest he try to downplay the way it's saturating him right to his core), but everything else that goes along with it. Baz's eagerness, the kisses he bestows without mercy, how easily he falls against Simon and how quickly he slides to his knees, and the breath he unapologetically steals when his lips wrap snug around Simon's cock. It's never felt like this. Not with Agatha, not with Smith. And with a sudden shock of clarity, Simon understands why.

It's different when it means something. When he knows how Baz's lips look wrapped around his cock and around I love you's both. It's better when he can look Baz in the eye and see his own pain reflected back at him. Because it means they're moving past it, that they're here, together, despite everything. And that?

Simon doesn't bother to stifle the deep groan that escapes him when he sinks a hand into Baz's hair. ]

No... Just-- Fuck, Baz...

[Simon has his hands in Baz's hair and the world is his oyster. He dreamed of this moment too many times in Las Vegas, too many times waking with awkward boners and no one to talk to about it. To finally be here is amazing. His name on Simon's lips and no one else's in this moment is only the cherry on top. Licking his lips, Baz slides back down onto Simon's cock and gets back to work.

He sucks and pulls at Simon's organ, attempting to inch his way the rest of the way down, but Simon is massive. With practice, this would be easier, but on the first night, after not weeks of not sucking anyone's cock, he doubted his ability to swallow all that girth in one go. So, he brings up his hands for help, stroking what he can't quite fit in his throat.

There is one advantage he has from his limited experience at least, one tool in his toolbox he's willing to pull out. One of his hands slides beneath Simon, fingers curled around his balls and gently massages before squeezing.]

[ Baz has more than just experience working in his favor.

Simon is starting to realize things about himself that weren't evident until this moment. Things that couldn't have been evident, but for the fact that Baz is finally the one on his knees for Simon. Because it's never felt like this. Simon might not have a breadth of experience, but he has enough that he can differentiate this from everyone else who's been in Baz's position.

The only conclusion he can reach, while the pleasure is pulling him through himself with every drag of Baz's lips and hands, is that it's different when he loves someone. Better -- infinitely so -- when there are feelings invested. And he certainly hasn't spoken on the topic of sexual relations at length with anyone, so he can't possibly know whether that's a normal phenomenon or it's just some twist in his own psyche. But is this how it is? How it's supposed to be? Is this--? But what he does know, beyond the shadow of any doubt, is that he never wants to go without this again.

Simon's not shy about his appreciation. Normally, he would close his eyes and tip his head back, losing himself in the sensation until it all ended. But with Baz, he can't look away. Baz looks so good with Simon's cock in his mouth -- in his hands, stroking while he disappears over and over again between Baz's greedy lips -- and Simon's gaze is fixed. He groans deeply with every stroke, can't help pushing his cock deeper into Baz's mouth now and again, longing to sink wholly into the pleasure that feels like it's searing him down to his marrow. He can't last, won't last, didn't stand a fucking chance once Baz got his mouth right where Simon's always needed it, and-- ]

Baz, wait... I'm--

[ It breaks like nothing he's ever felt. It shakes him to his core and hits him like a supernova. He cries out, shaking hard through the peak and the crash, spilling hot and thick into Baz's mouth while his vision goes white. ]

[Baz doesn’t hesitate in bracing himself to swallow. He backs a couple inches back in order to catch every last thick, gooey drop on his tongue. Baz savors it with a grin before swallowing down every last bit of come and popping off Simon’s cock, licking his lips. What a delicious feast, and only for him. Luckily, his fangs don’t pop, leaving him free to lean up and steal a kiss. He keeps the kiss brief—- his jaw is sore—- and sits back on his heels to rub Simon’s knees.

He never thought he’d ever get this opportunity when he left for Las Vegas, but now he’s here, staring up at Simon, come in his throat, and the word ‘love’ shared between them.]

I love you, Simon.

[His expression is so, so fond as he regards his beloved, as he nuzzles his knee fondly.]

[ Simon's still drifting in the afterglow when Baz leans up to kiss him. He can taste himself on Baz's lips, all bitter salt, and it makes him run hot in a wholly unfamiliar way. Like a tangible reminder. Evidence that he'd just been between Baz's lips, and it lingers there on his own tongue. It's incredible. Simon very nearly chases it, but--

Then Baz leans back, says he loves Simon, and there's more of that permeating warmth filling him up again. ]

I love you too, Baz.

[ It comes so easily now. Why had it been so hard before?

Simon's still hanging out of his pants. He should probably rectify that, but he won't. There are more important things to attend to right now. Like Baz. Simon leans forward quickly, stealing a kiss while he gets his arms around Baz's waist and makes to haul him up onto the couch before he can think to protest. ]

Come up here and lie back. Let me return the favor.

[Seeing such satisfaction on Simon's face lights up Baz's senses in a way he would never have expected. He remembers all too well how their past, how a messy tumble would go from unexpectedly intense to cold in seconds, but this-- seeing Simon finally able to let go and come in his mouth like this-- is everything he could have ever wanted and more. Baz is smirking, his hands on Simon's thighs, slowly rubbing them to help Simon return to reality, when Simon reaches down for him. Strong arms encircle Simon's waist and haul him up onto the couch, but before Baz can lay back, he shifts instead into Simon's lap.]

Don't need you to return anything. [He hums against Simon's lips.] Not unless you want to. 's not a tennis match, Simon.

[If nothing else, Baz has learned this much with Lamb: that the bedroom is not all about giving back right away. Some nights Lamb got off more, some nights Baz did, but thinking about returning and giving have driven Baz mad early on and Lamb let him work as he wished, to let the natural ebb and flow of their desires control the bedroom.]

'd rather have that monster right up inside me, but you probably need a few minutes.

[He doesn't mean it in a disparaging way as he kisses along Simon's cheek and down his jaw; he simply doesn't want to rush Simon into anything if he needs a natural refractory window.]

Maybe I could describe it. How you'd pull my hair as you pound it into me.

[Fuck, this is not helping Baz's erection in the slightest, but maybe it's expressing to Simon just how much he wants him when he's ready.] I'd be sore for days because you'd have me by the hips, wrenching me down against you again and again as if I weigh nothing. I'd go back to Vegas with a fucking limp for how well you've fucked me, Simon.

[And then he pauses, looking down into Simon's eyes to see if he's on the same page.]

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