Simon Comes to Visit Jon and Sign the Papers on the House
Players not pups, current
Jon's good the whole way from the airport back to Santa Monica, though it probably helps that he has to keep his hands on the wheel and his eye on the road, and Simon's exhausted enough to be in a kind of jetlagged haze for most of the ride. As soon as they're inside Jon's apartment, though, Jon drops the suitcases he carried up for Simon in the front hall and propels himself into his Sir's arms, kissing him eagerly. "I love you," he mumbles against Simon's lips.
Simon pushes Jon toward the bedroom backwards, never breaking the kiss. "I love you, baby boy..." He lays Jon down and continues kissing him, one hand slipping between them to roam over Jon's body.
"Missed you so much," Jon moans, trying to tug Simon's shirt over his head without distracting from the touching. "Need you, Sir."
"Missed you," Simon replies, undoing Jon's jeans and tugging them down. His exhaustion has faded for the moment in the wake of lust, and though he'll probably sleep the clock round after this, it will be so very worth it.
"Please," Jon gasps, his hand flailing for the lube. He has to stretch to get it, but as soon as he has he's pressing it into Simon's hand, rubbing against his hip.
Simon slips off him long enough to strip. "Clothes off," he orders, "and on your stomach."
"Yes, Sir," Jon replies immediately, stripping so fast he gets tangles in his jeans and nearly falls over. Once he's naked, he hurries onto the bed again, on his stomach facing the headboard, legs spread wide, hands reaching up underneath his pillows to grasp the rails.
Simon preps Jon quickly. "Later," he promises, "I'm going to take my time, and I'm going to touch and taste every inch of you. But right now..." He presses in slowly, with a soft groan. "Right now, I need you like this."
"God, yeah," Jon moans, feeling himself open up around Simon's cock. "Need you to take me like this, Sir."
That's all Simon needs, and he thrusts deep as he can. "Fuck, baby, I have missed you so much."
"Yes," Jon gasps, arching his back and sliding one hand back to press it over Simon's on the bed.
Simon bends and bites Jon's shoulder. "I love you, baby boy. Mine, all mine..."
"Yours," Jon moans, pressing his forehead against the mattress at the bite. "Oh God, Sir."
Simon takes Jon's hand and guides it to his own cock. "Touch yourself, baby."
"Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir," Jon babbles, lifting up a little so he can get his hand under and jerking quickly.
Simon grits his teeth. "Come when you can, baby boy. I'm not going to last long."
"Thank you, Sir," Jon mutters, relieved for the permission as he can't slow down his hand, he just wants to come with Simon's cock in him. It's less than a minute before he's doing just that, crying out loud into the blanket.
After a few more thrusts, Simon groans, pushing deep into Jon as he comes. "My boy," he breathes, bending to kiss Jon's nape. "God, I love you."
"Love you," Jon mumbles, untensing his fingers and letting them fall from the rail. "I've been thinking about this. Your come dripping out of me."
Simon chuckles and collapses to the bed, pulling Jon into his arms. "Well, now you have it," he murmurs, kissing the top of Jon's head. "God, it's so good to hold you."
"I know," Jon says happily, wriggling a little just to feel Simon's hold on him and nuzzling Simon's chest with his nose. "You feel like you. And smell like you. The t-shirt you gave me doesn't really smell like you anymore."
Simon shifts so Jon can burrow. "Pretty soon, you won't need it anyway," he says with a smile. He strokes Jon's hair. "I'll be so close you can just snuggle up whenever you want."
"Yeah?" Jon smiles. "You don't mind if I come over a lot?"
Simon thinks about asking Jon right there to move in, but he wants to make an event of it. Instead, he just says, "I fully expect you to spend as much time as you can stand at my house."
"Yay," Jon murmurs, very lightly biting Simon's nipple.
Laughing softly, Simon snuggles Jon against him. "I love you, baby boy."