for Simon, Valentine's Day~

[sidestepdestiny]

I've never given Valentine's Day much thought, I suppose because I've never had someone to spend it with. Now that I do, I realize it's something I'm probably expected to participate in. Simon hasn't hinted at much, and I wonder if it's not something he and Agatha celebrated. I, on the other hand, actually have a vested interest in making Simon happy, so I put together a breakfast for him before he wakes up. Now that he doesn't have to worry about getting first choice of scones in the dining hall, or whatever the hell drove him to waking at six in the morning at Watford, he's taken to sleeping in.

Not that I'll say it, but I like doting on Simon. I don't need the excuse of a holiday. I don't think he's ever had anyone to care for him, growing up in those care homes. Certainly not at Watford. And it's not like it's difficult, making omelets and bacon and scones with tea. So I do, and I change into something nice, and gently smack his sleeping, blanket-covered arse.

"Breakfast time," I say cheerfully.

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[worst_greatest_one]

I'm drifting, slowly making my way to wakefulness as the scent of bacon filters into the room, but I don't get up when Baz swats my arse. Instead, I roll onto my back and try not to smile, hoping that Baz will try waking me with a kiss instead.

[sidestepdestiny]

"I can hear your breathing change," I say flatly, but I'm smiling. I lean down, bracing my hands on either side of Simon's head, and try to coax a smile from him with a lingering kiss. Perhaps I should have woken him with my mouth, and made breakfast after.

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I'm certain my mouth tastes awful, but whatever, I've got him now. I slide my hands into Baz's hair and keep him close, kissing him to my heart's content, and only then do I open my eyes.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Baz."

[sidestepdestiny]

His mouth tastes awful, but I'm still at the stage in our relationship where I love kissing him so much that I don't care. I'm also halfway onto the bed by the time he pulls away to speak.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Simon," I murmur, and kiss him again, briefly. "I've made you breakfast, but maybe it can wait." I run a hand underneath the sheet to see how awake he is.

[worst_greatest_one]

I grin and arch into his hand as soon as he touches me, trained and eager for it. With the way he's leaning, it's easy to grab his arm just so and pull him onto the bed. I roll Baz beneath me and gaze down at him.

"Have you left anything on the stove?"

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I laugh in surprise when he rolls us, smiling up at him. There goes my neatly combed hair.

"No," I say, reaching up to kiss his neck. Fuck, I love the way he looks and smells when he wakes up, all extra warm and sleep-mussed. "The apartment's safe from burning down. It'll keep."

Nothing a warm-up spell won't fix.

[worst_greatest_one]

"Then you can stay a while," I say with a ridiculous amount of delight, given that I've already got him pinned beneath me. Baz looks almost exceptionally handsome, and I temporarily abandon my plan to kiss his throat until he pleads for more.

"You look very nice. Have you dressed up for me?"

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"Thank you," I say primly, futility straightening my collar. I chose a dark grey button up shirt that matches my eyes, and the snug-fitting deep blue jeans that I've caught Simon checking me out in more than once. One thing I will say for Darrow, it's quite nice being able to dress in something other than the Watford uniform. I love Simon in t-shirts.

Or in nothing, as he is at the moment.

"It's Valentine's Day, I tried to look presentable for you. I wouldn't mind you staying under-dressed, though," I tease, biting my lip and looking him up and down. What I can see from my position, anyway.

[worst_greatest_one]

"You'd have me like this all the time," I laugh, but I can't say that it's not convenient. I rock down on him, just the once so that I don't ruin his marvelous dark jeans, and lean down to kiss along his throat. When I reach the bolt of his jaw, I give it a soft bite, latching onto his ear next.

"I ought to thank you for breakfast," I tell him. "What would my handsome boyfriend like?"

[sidestepdestiny]

"Yes, the entire day just like this," I say with a grin, tilting my head to the side to better enjoy his mouth on me. I run my hands lazily along his warm, bare skin, though he's already got me worked up enough that my jeans feel uncomfortably tight.

I preen a bit under the compliment, and consider my options. I wouldn't mind him teasing me until I come in my pants, the idea of it filling my stomach with hot anticipation. But his cock is already out, and it would be a shame not to take advantage of it.

"You could let me suck you, darling," I purr, gazing up at him. "Now that you have me where you want me."

[worst_greatest_one]

It's like being licked by fire, my entire body suddenly warm and wanting, but I make myself answer rather than rut down on him like I want to. "That sounds more like a treat for me," I tell him, frowning a little. "How could you from there, anyway?"

[sidestepdestiny]

"Oh no, that's very much a treat for me," I tell Simon, crossing my wrists above my head and smiling angelically up at him. I stretch out, lithe, relaxed, anticipatory. I part my mouth slightly, nudging my lower lip with the tip of my tongue.

"Just climb on top of me."

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"Just like this?" His tongue parts his lips and I feel like I've been punched, all the air leaving me in one go. I want to push my fingers into his mouth, and yes, Merlin yes, my cock, too.

"Are you sure you'll be comfortable?" I ask, even as I rear back to get onto my knees, shuffling closer to his mouth. "Fuck, Baz, like this, I'll be the one who has to move."

Just the thought makes me want to come right here and now, and my hips give a little involuntary hitch forward.

[sidestepdestiny]

"I know," I breathe, gazing hungrily up at him. His cock looks enormous from here, and all I want is for it to fill my mouth, stretch it until my jaw is sore. I've laid myself out entirely at his mercy, but I can't help raising up just a little, holding onto his hip for leverage so I can reach up, lick at the bead of pre-come at the tip of his cock, swirl my tongue around the head, taste him. I moan appreciatively, lifting my eyes to meet Simon's.

I move my lips, suck gently at the underside of Simon's dick, then finally pull away. "Don't worry about being too rough," I tell him, taking his hand and guiding it to my hair.

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"Holy fuck," I murmur, letting Baz pull my hand to his hair as if in a trance. He looks incredible beneath me, beautiful and dark and with his mouth open wide, his red tongue like velvet against my cock.

"Snakes, Baz," I gasp, and for a moment I want it so much I can't move, but then I grab my dick at the base and guide it carefully forward into his mouth. He feels like heaven, and I can't resist pushing inside a little more, but then I pull out again, not wishing to choke him. "Still alright?" I ask breathlessly.

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I let go of his hand, running my palm up his thigh, though the fine, golden hair until I'm holding onto his hip. I like being pinned down by him, but I can't resist touching.

He just starts to push inside me, but pulls out not a moment later and I whimper softly at the loss of him in my mouth. "I'll let you know if it's too much." I try to sound assuring, gentle, but my heart is pounding in anticipation. "I don't want you to worry, I want you to be filthy," I smirk.

[worst_greatest_one]

"Why would you want me to be filthy?" I ask, bewildered, but I think I might be on the brink of understanding. He looks like sin itself beneath me - I've barely put my cock in his mouth and already his lips are swollen and red.

"Fuck, you look dirty," I breathe, pushing my dick back into his mouth and moaning for the heat. I frame his head with my other hand and hold him steady as I slip deeper past his lips, in and in until there's nowhere left to go. I pull out again and mean to slow down, but my hips have a mind of their own and with a thrust I'm back inside of him. "Merlin, I'd like to do this forever," I choke out.

[sidestepdestiny]

I give Simon a Look, one of dry disbelief that he'd ask that, edged with how badly I want him. Do I need to spell it out, that I want him to fuck my face? I'm about to, honestly, but he puts his cock back in before I have the chance.

That's good, though. Crowley, that's really good. I suck as best I can while keeping my jaw loose enough that he can slide in and out at whatever pace he likes. I've never done this before, but I know I can. I feel him hit the back of my throat and my fingers grip harder at his skin. I hope my eyes convey it, but in case they don't, I moan to let him know I want it. He could do it forever if he liked, I'd let him. I'd let him do just about anything.

[worst_greatest_one]

I feel myself press against the back of Baz's throat, but the nutter just takes it, grips me tight and moans around what must be choking him. "You," I gasp, staring down at this magnificent boy, unfairly handsome and good at everything, who's somehow consented to be my boyfriend, who's letting me fuck his throat with my cock.

"You're amazing, Baz," I say, and thank snakes my body guides me into a rhythm, because I'm nearly beside myself. I hold his head firmly and fuck into his mouth, and for a moment it's so good I throw my head back, trying to make room in my lungs as I gasp for air. A puff of magic escapes me and settles around us, and I must be a nutter, too, because he looks so hungry that I push it into him, feed him my cock and my magic all at once.

[sidestepdestiny]

My jaw is already going sore, but I like even that, somehow. The way Simon's looking at me, his praise, it makes any discomfort worth it. I want to be amazing for him.

I smell his magic and make a sound of approval, that he's gotten so worked up, and then I feel it. The vaguely uncomfortable static feeling of his magic in my mouth. I give a questioning moan, which turns into something strangled and needy as his magic travels down my body, static replaced by a fire under my skin making everything oversensitive.

Usually, when he pushes his magic into me, I feel a little of this. A tingling surge of magic like caress, the allure of power. But now, somehow, it's charged with something sexual. It's magnified, and it isn't power, but pleasure.

It's so good I nearly fucking lose it, dropping from my elbow to lay flat, grabbing at his body, at his ass, shoving him forward, like the more he fucks me the more of this feeling I'll get. I'm throbbing in my jeans, and I want to beg him for more. Of his magic, of his cock, all of it. But being unable to speak is it's own turn on, so I hold him there a moment and suck hard to let him know, yes, yes, please.

[worst_greatest_one]

Baz twitches like he's been shocked, his eyes blown impossibly dark and wide. "You like that," I breathe, pushing more into him, and I know I'm making noise, but holding back the groans building in my chest takes too much attention. He drops down but I hold him up, grip his jaw and keep pushing, chasing the electricity that's arcing down my own spine as well.

"Please," I breathe, and like a stream it bubbles out of me, "Please, Baz, take it, I want you to, snakes, you look good like this."

[sidestepdestiny]

I groan low, fuck yes I like that. I choke momentarily when he pushes in further than he has yet, until my nose is almost pressed to his stomach. Tears leak out of the corners of my eyes but I blink them away. I almost want to hold him there longer, but he's too frenetic, already moving, grabbing my face and pulling me up, fucking into my mouth. His words wash over me and all I can do is blissfully gaze up at him; I let him move me how he wants, I feel exalted, worshiped.

He pushes more magic into me and I moan like I've been gutted, clawing at his back. My hips buck, searching for friction. I squirm, breathing hard through my nose. I feel like I'm going to come and I've not even been touched.

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"Baz," I say, dropping my gaze to watch him through it all, the pleasure arcing down my spine, pooling low and gathering, building up towards something explosive. I can feel his elegant fingers biting at my back, but his face is serene, his eyes full and overflowing when I push into his mouth again. He's so lovely that it twists in my gut with the pleasure, makes everything tighter still, but I'm past stopping now.

"Baz," I say again, magic flaring like a growing fire around us, and I push it into him again, caress every part of him like a licking flame. My hips stutter, but I keep looking at him, and it's only when I tip forward into orgasm that I close my eyes, coming along his tongue and down his throat with a whimper.

[sidestepdestiny]

Simon's magic envelops me, and it's pure pleasure. It's like being touched everywhere at once, it's so overwhelming I'm unaware of anything but our bodies. Every sweep of his cock over my tongue is a direct line to my dick, I feel on the brink, and when he comes, flooding my mouth, I'm helpless to swallow. His whimper tingles like a touch, his magic flares, and with a choked sob I follow his orgasm with my own.

I pull off Simon's cock, gasping for breath, my chest heaving and eyes wet. I'm boneless and spent, but instead of falling back against the mattress, I wind my arms more tightly around him. I press my face to his stomach and try to come back to myself.

"Fuck, Simon," I say against his skin.

[worst_greatest_one]

I feel aflame and spent all at once, my body satisfied but magic still pouring from me, filling the air around us. "Baz," I whisper, feeling gutted as I wrap my arms around him, carding my fingers through his hair.

"Fuck, you are amazing, I can't believe you let me do that," I murmur, still dizzy with it, my toes curling as I remember my dick against the back of his throat. "Are you alright? Baz," I say, eyes widening, "Do you need to get off?"