Simon kissing him, Simon touching him, Simon making him feel safe and wanted.
Charlie reached down blindly to unbutton Simon's pants, wanting to feel skin against skin. Wanting to make Simon feel as incredible as he did right now.
Simon helped kick off his pants, and then his boxer briefs followed. His hard cock pressed against Charlie's stomach, hot and insistent, and it made Charlie's own erection throb.
He'd done that. Made Simon feel this desperate just with a few kisses.
That thought was enough to make Charlie forget to breathe entirely.
"Are you okay?" Simon asked.
Charlie managed a nod. "More than. I... yeah. Good."
Simon studied him. "You've had sex before, right?"
"Um. Kind of?" He tried for a smile. "College stuff." Which mostly amounted to drunk hookups that he'd spent half the time freaking out about whether he'd done something wrong. Simon's eyebrows lifted, and Charlie hurried to add, "But I know what I'm doing, mostly. It's cool! This is totally cool. I can do this."
"Charlie—"
"And I don't mean that in an 'I can do this' way like I need to convince you I'm capable of handling it." He winced. "Sorry. Ignore that. I am capable. Obviously." He gestured at his own pants. "See?"
Simon's expression softened. "I do see." He leaned in and kissed Charlie slow and sweet, and Charlie melted into it. God, he loved kissing this man. Even the simple contact made his nerves spark.
Simon's thumb brushed over the bulge in Charlie's jeans, making him whimper into the kiss, and suddenly Simon was undoing his zipper and pushing down fabric, and then Simon's hand wrapped around his aching cock and stroked, and everything short-circuited.
"Oh fuck, I?—"
Simon stroked again, and it took every shred of self-control Charlie had not to lose it right then and there.
"Don't stop," Charlie begged. Simon's hand was so large and callused and it felt like nothing Charlie had experienced before. He wanted Simon to keep touching him like that, forever.
"You sure about that?" Simon murmured, stroking once more for emphasis.
"Nnngh," Charlie replied articulately.
Maybe Simon should stop because otherwise Charlie was going to make a fool out of himself, but he couldn't bring himself to say the word 'stop' when it would mean Simon taking his hands away, so he nodded frantically instead. Simon's eyes darkened, and he leaned in to kiss him again. This time the kiss wasn't gentle at all. It was hard and possessive, and Charlie loved it, especially paired with the continued stroke of Simon's hands over his cock.
"You want to come like this?" Simon murmured into his ear. "Because I'd rather you come when I fuck you. I want to be inside of you." His voice dropped lower. "I want to feel you writhe on my cock."
Charlie shuddered. Goddammit why did Simon have to say such filthy things while Charlie was already trying desperately not to embarrass himself? "Please, yes, please, Simon, I want—" Words failed him. He just moaned incoherently.
"Want what?" There was amusement in Simon's tone now.
"You," Charlie managed. "Need you, Simon, please."
Simon growled softly in his ear. "Hold perfectly still," he said and the command took hold over Charlie's body. He wasn't sure if Simon had meant to use the sire bond to command him or not, but he couldn't have moved even if he'd tried.
Simon moved down, kissing his way across Charlie's chest, pausing briefly to lick his nipples before continuing lower.
He kissed along Charlie's hip bones and then lower still. His mouth hovered inches from Charlie's straining erection, and the proximity of Simon's warm breath on him was torture. But when Simon closed the last inch to take Charlie's cock in, Charlie nearly cried with relief and pleasure. The heat of Simon'smouth enveloped him. Simon sucked, swirling his tongue along the shaft and then pressing down until he had Charlie entirely buried within his throat.
"Fuck," Charlie whispered, and the word turned into a groan.
Simon pulled off slowly. "You like that?" he asked, his voice husky and low. He flicked his tongue over the head and smiled at the shudder it drew from Charlie. "Good. I'll prepare you now." He pulled Charlie's pants lower. "Don't come before I have my cock inside you. That's an order."
Charlie moaned in desperation, but Simon's will flowed through him, settling deep into his bones. "I won't," he gasped out.
Simon smiled again, and then he slid off the bed and disappeared into the attached bathroom, returning a moment later with a bottle of body oil.
