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“Well.. we’re just gonna.. Heh, give you guys some space. Right, Penelope?” Shepard looks towards Penelope awkwardly with a strained smile as Simon and Baz glare at each other. It was clear the couple needed to talk things out and Penelope could see this too, she had been with them when the tension between them thickened after all. So, she looks towards the Normal and nods slowly as she grabs her bag and walks towards the door backwards, grabbing the man along the way.
She clears her throat,“Yeah, we’re gonna go.. and get some food! Be back in a twit!” And they promptly zoom out of the room. Simon flicks his gaze towards the now closed door and then back to Baz who has his arms crossed over his chest. The tension is heavy and sparking in the air and the silence is sickening, Simon opens his mouth and his voice cuts sharply through it.
“Honestly, I can’t believe you of all people—or vampires, whatever—would just trust- and I mean c’mon! He’s a vampire! In fact, THE King of vampires! You HATE vampires!”
Baz’s posture is strung taut like a string on a bow, he narrows his eyes and starts cooly,“Snow, did you forget that we came here to find Agatha? Lamb is helping us, quite frankly you should be grateful.” Simon sputters affronted and his face heats up in indignation.
“G- grateful?! You want me to be grateful for that- that git? He’s a vampire! He could be lying to us! We can’t trust him of all- things!” Simon hisses out bitterly.
“I’M a vampire, Simon!” Baz all but shouts, hurt clear on his face. Simon cuts his next retort short as he takes Baz in, his grey face flushed (from his earlier meal) and his eyes glossed with unshed tears. Simon’s eyes travel down to Baz’s lips and he can feel something dark and warm blossom throughout his chest. He growls as he looks back into Baz’s stormy grey eyes.
“Okay, then. Tell me, Basilton. Why do you trust Lamb so much?” Simon says, his voice dripping with venom and Baz’s name bit out with so much vitriol that Baz physically recoils.
Baz’s mouth gaped like a fish, trying to find the right thing to say. He couldn’t possibly tell Simon that it was because of the way Lamb looked at him. (Because of some vampire kinship.) While Baz is lost in thought, he doesn’t notice Simon practically stalking forward and caging him in against the wall. He does notice the scent of burnt popcorn much closer than it was before. He looks up with widened eyes as Simon leans in—both of his hands on either side of Baz’s head—and whispers into his ear huskily,“You can’t even think up a witty retort, is it because he’s handsome? Pretty? Is that it? Did he charm you with all that vampire history?” Distaste and disgust were practically spat out with those words. And oh– oh.
Simon– he’s–
jealous.
And it’s making Baz’s stomach flutter as a knot of heat boils down below. He looks up at Simon through his eyelashes and all he can think about is how hot Simon looks, like– like this, all worked up because he thinks Baz likes Lamb. Because of him.
“You’ve been irritating lately and I think it’s time to curb that, don’t you think, Basilton, dear..?” It’s said with such a pretty sneer on Simon’s beautifully freckled face. (Gosh, how Baz loved those freckles.) And all Baz could do was nod his head like a mindless chicken, looking from Simon’s lips up to his darkened eyes. Because— ohmygoshhe’ssohotohmygoshohmygoshOHMYGOSH– Are we really gonna do this? Now? Did he even want this..?
Yes, he did. He—honest to Merlin—fucking wanted this.
He’s been wanting this since Simon fucking Snow first kissed him. And he’ll be damned if he doesn’t grasp it now.
Simon crashes his lips onto Baz’s own cold ones rather roughly. It’s not one of the most pleasant kisses they’ve had but it does its job, it turns Baz on so bad that he really really can’t quite think straight and really when it comes to Simon (his lover ohgosh) he’s pretty sure he’s never been able to think straight anyway. He thinks he’s drunk—drunk on Simon and his heady scent. Coils of arousal unsprung inside him as he let out a low moan, Simon’s tongue intermingling with his own.
He doesn’t know what he wants exactly or what to do. Just that Simon is here ravaging his mouth and he just wants. He wants to touch Simon but he also wants Simon to touch him. Baz gasps as Simon just digs his tongue into his mouth, kissing and kissing without actually stopping for a breath. He brings his pale arms up to wrap around Simon’s neck as Simon wraps his firm tanned arms around his waist, trailing his hands down to grasp at his ass. They squeeze the mounds delicately and Baz lets out a wonderful mewl. Simon smirks into the kiss and Baz opens up his eyes (when did he close them?) only to be met with Simon’s own brilliant blue pair. They’re filled with mirth and it’s just all so sexy, everything about Simon Snow is so damned sexy.
And just when Baz is about to run out of air, Simon, finally—finally pulls back and Baz greedily gulps in air. He's flushed a wonderful pink and there are tears clinging to his eyelashes, his lips are swollen and pink too and they look so delectable like—like an apple.
And Simon—Simon, he's hungry and he's panting too and he growls as he goes back in and captures (devours) Baz's lips once more, his wings unfurl even more like a fan and through his delirious horny haze, Baz vaguely wonders where they came from.
Simon was turned on, like really turned on. It was like Baz was the apple and Simon just couldn't resist—falling into temptation and taking a vicious bite. Simon's so horny, he just wants to mark every part of Baz. And so he does just that, lowering his mouth from Baz’s lips to his jaw, nipping and kissing down to his collarbone leaving love marks in its wake (which quickly disappear due to Baz’s healing, damn it). Baz’s moans are like music to his ears, he’s never heard the coolheaded Baz sound so wrecked and undone. Simon feels this primal urge to just claim Baz and break him.
“Ah… ahh– ngh..!” Baz moans as he tightens his hold on Simon’s shoulders. Baz can feel the heat from his earlier meal going away but he still lightly blushes embarrassed at the sounds he makes, he brings up his right hand wanting to bite down and muffle his moans but Simon grips tightly onto that hand.
“Let me hear you, babe. You sound so cute coming undone by my hands.”
Baz melts at those words as he lets out a high pitched moan. Simon kisses him once more as he undoes Baz’s trousers. Baz lifts his legs out of his trousers and pants as they drop to the floor and Simon grips onto his legs, wrapping them around his waist. He firmly holds onto Baz’s thighs as he slowly grinds his erection against Baz’s unclothed cock.
Baz moans wantonly in his ear as Simon sucks on his jaw. Simon lightly growls as he bites at the junction between Baz’s neck and shoulder, drawing blood. Simon then licks at the blood dotting to the surface and sucks that spot leaving a bright red hickey surrounded by teeth marks.
“Look, I can do exactly what Lamb does. What vampires do. I can easily bite into your neck and drink your blood.” Simon whispers with hooded eyes.
Baz keens as he looks up at Simon dazedly through teary eyes. The stinging pain in his neck made Baz squeeze his legs around Simon’s waist and more pre spilled out his tip. Baz felt the wound healing itself as he rubbed himself against Simon’s still clothed lower half. “Shall we get you out of that shirt, dear? It seems quite constricting.” Simon says as he brings his right hand down and basically rips the shirt open, buttons spraying everywhere. Baz groans as he whines out,“Th- that was my favorite shirt, S- Simon!” Baz’s shoulders are now completely exposed as the sleeves of his ruined shirt slide down his arms.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get you a new one…” Simon trails off as his eyes catch a peek at Baz’s brown nipples and he leans his head down to take a bud into his mouth. Simon flicks his tongue at the tip of Baz’s nipple and Baz flinches slightly, then Simon engulfs the bud into his warm mouth and starts to lightly suck as he licks and rubs his tongue over Baz’s sensitive nipple. Baz loudly moans as he thrusts up against Simon’s erection.
“Simon, Simon, Simon, Simon…” Baz chants Simon’s name like a mantra as he brings his left hand up to lightly grip at Simon’s curly hair. Simon tugs at Baz’s nipple with his teeth and Baz arches into his mouth, his mouth opening in a silent scream.
Simon pulls back with a pop and he looks at Baz’s erect nipple glisten beneath the light. He smirks as he looks into Baz’s eyes and says,“Let’s take this to the bed, yeah?” All Baz could do was nod and gulp, his hair was mussed up and Simon couldn’t help but think about how debauched Baz looked at this moment, he could feel Baz’s pre making a wet spot right on his trousers. So, he hoists Baz up a bit, adjusting his grip on Baz’s thighs and Baz holds onto Simon’s freckled neck tightly again, stuffing his face into Simon’s neck. He tightens his legs around his waist, his sensitive dick rubbing against Simon’s rough trousers and he winces a little.
Simon walks them towards the bed, his crimson wings spreading out behind him. He promptly drops Baz onto the bed and Baz bounces up slightly, instinctively he tries to close his legs to not expose his most vulnerable parts but Simon brings his hands up and firmly grips his knees, keeping his legs open and everything exposed. Baz’s meal has long since passed but he feels that at this moment he would’ve definitely blushed, he instead covers his face in embarrassment.
“Aww, is Baz embarrassed? Don’t be, I’ll have you screaming my name by the end of the night.”
Baz squeaks and his legs noticeably tremble as he tries to close them once more but with Simon’s vice grip on them, it’s practically impossible. “What is with you and this new dirty talk?” Baz mumbles behind his hands. Simon huffs and grins smugly as he trails his right hand up Baz’s inner thigh. Baz’s breath hitches. Then, Simon pulls his hand back as he stands up and walks toward his bag on the floor. Baz’s face is filled with confusion as he sits up with his elbows slightly, watching Simon move about. At first, Baz had thought maybe it was something he had done but he kept his mouth shut as he watched Simon undress and pull something out of his bag.
It was lube. Baz sputtered,“Do- do you just keep that on you at all times?” Simon smiles cheekily as he rubs the back of his head all in his naked glory.
“Yeah… gotta be prepared y’know.” Baz felt hot as he knocked his knees together. As Simon moved back to his place between his legs, gently opening them back up, Baz took off his tattered button up. He gulps as he watches Simon place the lube beside him and stares at his face intensely. He leans in and presses a quick peck against Baz’s lips. Then he goes back in for another and another, pressing quick and small kisses against his lips repeatedly and Baz can’t help but laugh at the silliness of it all. Then he lets out a yelp as he feels Simon’s large hand wrap around his hard-on.
“Ngh..!” He squeezes his eyes shut as Simon gives his dick a few pumps then pulls away. Baz tenses as he feels something warm and wet around his tip. He opens his eyes and lets out a low moan as he watches Simon bob his head as he swirls his tongue around him. Simon slowly swallows more and more of his length, lightly scraping with his teeth along the side. Simon pulls back and digs his tongue lightly into the slit of his cock. Baz lets out a litany of moans as his legs strain to keep themselves open with Simon sucking him off and hollowing his cheeks. Baz throws his head back as he covers his mouth with his hand as he feels his cock hit the back of Simon’s throat. Oh fuck, Simon was actually deepthroating him right now and wasn’t that hot?
Then he feels something wet and cold against his hole and he shivers as just the tip of Simon’s lubed up finger dips in. Baz lets out a high pitched yelp as his cold finger breaches him, slowly thrusting in and out, in and out. “Ah, ah, ah!” Baz moans, gripping the sheets as another finger enters him and Simon proceeds to scissor him open. Baz’s midnight hair sticks to his face disarrayed with sweat, his Adam’s apple bobs as he squeezes his eyes shut tight.
Simon continues his ministrations, adding a third finger as he continues to give Baz’s sensitive cock kitten licks, trailing his tongue down to his balls. Baz feels himself calming a bit until a sharp jolt of pleasure rips through him as Simon’s fingers thrust against that bundle of nerves inside him. Baz lets out a gasp as he arches his back,“There!” He moans out breathlessly as Simon pulls back from his still aching hard on to smirk up at him.
“You mean here?” He thrusts his fingers past Baz’s g-spot. “No, Simon! C’mon!” Baz whines as he huffs frustratedly. Simon hums as he continues to thrust his fingers into Baz intentionally missing that spot each time. Baz is just about fed up until— “Oh!” He lets out as his pupils dilate, his mouth hangs open letting out silent pleas as he scrambles for purchase against the sheets.
“Ooh, you mean… here?” Simon teases as he thrusts his fingers right into that spot that sends off sparks of pleasure up Baz’s spine. Baz groans as Simon ruthlessly thrusts his fingers against his prostate, bringing a hand to grip at his cock, giving it a few strokes. And just when Baz feels his orgasm coming, just when he’s teetering on the edge of releasing the built up pleasure within his abdomen, his hole is clenching on air as Simon retrieves his fingers leaving him painfully empty and bereft of pleasure. Baz lets out a groan of irritation at being prevented from finally being able to come, he brings his head up to send a glare at Simon, “Simon, you-,” only to drop it back onto the pillow, his mouth open in an ‘O’ as something much larger than fingers roughly thrusts itself into him.
“Ah!” Baz mewls as Simon finally enters him, stilling himself to let Baz adjust. “Now, what were you going to say again?” Simon looks down into Baz’s hooded eyes with a victorious grin spreading across his face as Baz glares weakly up at him. “Bugger off.” Baz pouts. “Oh, okay, if that’s what you want,” Simon responds as he faux moves to pull out. Baz’s eyes widen in panic as he scrambles to wrap his legs around Simon’s waist and squeeze tightly to bring him closer, causing them both to moan out at the movement.
“You know damned well that’s not what I meant, Snow.” Baz narrows his eyes and brings a hand up to trail down Simon’s freckled chest, rubbing and pinching his nipple. “Nngh.” Simon keens as a bead of sweat drips down his forehead. His red wings flap a bit as Baz hooks an arm around his neck to bring him down and bite his bottom lip.
“Fuck. Me.” Baz whispers slowly, staring into Simon’s pretty azure eyes. Simon’s Adam’s apple bobs as he gulps, staring into Baz’s pitch black eyes. “That’s the plan,” He whispers cheekily as he gives an experimental snap of his hips. “Ugh!” Baz groans out as he squeezes his thighs tighter, wrapping his other arm around Simon’s neck. Simon buries his face into Baz’s neck as he thrusts his hips, digging deeper into Baz’s warm cavern. “Ah, ah.. B- Baz!” Simon moans as he bottoms out inside Baz. “You’re so tight and hot inside.” Simon whispers huskily as he mouths aimlessly at Baz’s neck, his breath hot against his skin.
Baz moans as Simon starts to pick up the pace, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the room. Simon grinds his hips into Baz as he lets out a high pitched moan. “Oh! Mmn.. agh!” Simon moans out as he continues thrusting into Baz who clutches at the sheets, tightening his legs around Simon’s waist. “S- Simon..! Harder!” Baz pants out as he reaches a hand up to tug on Simon’s curly hair. Simon whimpers in pleasure as he leans down and licks a strip up the side of Baz’s neck.
Baz squeezes his legs tighter pulling Simon even more unbearably closer towards him as with each thrust, his body is pushed up the bed. “So-oo good, Simon..! My good boy!” Baz yells out as Simon speeds up his pace. Simon practically blushes as he looks up through his red bangs at Baz. “I’m,” Simon starts, panting as he gives a hard thrust,“a-,” another thrust,“-good boy?” He finishes off as he changes the angle and aims his last thrust at a particular spot that sends a sharp jolt of pleasure through Baz’s spine who arches his back off the bed with a silent moan, his eyes wide and blown out with pleasure as Baz’s vision fades to white.
“Simon!” Baz screams out as he reaches a hand down to grasp at his cock, giving it a few haphazard tugs as Simon ruthlessly pistons into Baz’s g-spot with a wide smirk on his face. “Told you,” Simon teases, accentuating this with another well-angled snap of his hips, his face flushed as his hair sticks to his forehead with sweat. Simon feels a twitch of pleasure in his dick as he continues grinding into Baz fast and hard right into that bundle of nerves that has Baz loud and blabbering. “Oh- oh- oh! Baz! Ugh..! Nng.. ah!” Simon hiccups as his own voice heightens in volume alongside Baz.
“That’s it, right there, Simon.. Such a good, good boy!” Baz gasps out, gripping the pillow under his head with his other hand, his dark hair spread out, framing his face beautifully. Baz spreads his legs out, stretching his feet as he grips the bed sheets with his toes. “Oh gosh!” Baz yelps as his cock bounces against his abdomen practically dripping pre-come everywhere.
“B- Baz, I’m- I’m gonna come..!” Simon whimpers out as his rhythmic thrusts start to become more wild and unfocused, chasing after his oncoming orgasm. His thighs were starting to sore with the strain of the position as Simon pulled Baz’s hips, hoisting his bottom half off the bed to thrust even deeper inside. “Fuuuck..” Baz drawls as Simon squeezes his eyes tight as the built up pleasure finally spills over in an overwhelming orgasm, his hips stuttering his thrusts, twitching as he comes inside. Baz feels the warmth of Simon’s release filling him as he squeezes his hold on his own cock from his own release, biting his bottom lip as he lets out a sigh of pleasure.
“You did so well, Simon,” Baz whispers as Simon’s softened cock slips out of his hole, his warm cum trailing out onto the sheets. Simon whimpers as he crawls onto all fours now, his face meeting Baz’s own still hard dick. “Why’d you stop yourself? Wanted me to suck you off?” Simon questions teasingly as Baz moves his hand back, letting Simon get a grasp on it. “Yeah, wanted to see you swallow it,” Baz smirks as he crosses his arms under his head, watching Simon. “I really like the view from up here.” Simon huffs exasperatedly, rolling his eyes with a soft smile on his face. He leans down and then engulfs Baz’s cock, sinking all the way down to the base as he fondles Baz’s balls and licks and sucks. “Mmm..” Baz moans softly as Simon expertly sucks his cock with that devious tongue of his. “Oh..” Baz lets out as he feels his release building up as his cock hits the back of Simon’s throat with a slurp.
“Nnn.. Agh!” Baz shouts as his climax finally hits him hard, stars clouding his vision as cum shoots out his dick down Simon’s throat who greedily gulps down every last bit of it, some of Baz’s cum dribbling out the side of Simon’s mouth. Simon slowly pulls his mouth back, grazing his teeth lightly along the way on Baz’s now sensitive softening length. He finally pulls off with an audible pop as he sits back on the haunches of his feet, bringing his thumb up to the side of his mouth and wiping at the cum, bringing it up to his lips, and sucking it off with a hum.
Baz watches entranced,“That… was so hot,” Baz whispers huskily as he reaches forward and pulls Simon on top of him. Simon yelps as Baz brings his face down for a kiss, sucking on his tongue. Simon moans into the kiss as he straddles Baz’s hips, his wings flapping slowly behind him. Simon and Baz lazily kiss and tongue each other as Baz trails a hand down Simon’s back to pinch at his butt. He pulls back with another quick kiss and says,“Next time, I’m fucking you.” Simon nods enthusiastically, a blush dusting his face and ears as he stares into Baz’s eyes,“Mmhm, I’d really like that.”
Baz grins as he pulls Simon from the back of his head in for another kiss, then feeling Simon’s chest rise and bump abruptly against his, he pulls back bemusedly. Simon stares back with wide eyes as he flinches when a squeak erupts out of his mouth. And then another and another and another. Simon’s face burns as he buries it into the crook of Baz’s neck with a groan when another comes and there seems to be no end in sight.
Baz chuckles, then he proceeds to erupt into boisterous bouts of laughter.
“You- ha! Merlin! You–” Baz’s laughter cuts him off as he continues,“You’ve got the hiccups!” And then Baz continues to laugh loudly. Simon lifts his head up and glares as hard as he can with hiccups as he yells,“Shut u-up! I’ve got them–hic–because of–hic–you, jerk!”
And Baz absolutely dies at the insinuation behind that statement.
“Come on, let’s get cleaned up so we can cuddle some.” Baz says with a fond smile on his face as he pats Simon’s butt and gives him a quick peck on the lips. Another squeak in response and Baz lets out another laugh.
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It’s a little while later, after having cleaned up (Simon’s hiccups gone, thank Merlin), that Simon and Baz are cuddling in the afterglow of some well-deserved—might I add, fantastic even—sex, that the comfortable silence is broken with Simon’s very own comment.
"We should have angry sex more often. Merlin knows how many times we needed that."
Baz hits Simon on the shoulder, digging his face into his chest and Simon just laughs as he wraps his arms around Baz and wraps his wings around the both of them in a cocoon.