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The sorcerer took Simeon’s hand. He would return to the bathroom later to clean the shaving kit. Fulfilling Simeon’s request to be held in the midst of his fragility was far more important.
“Shall we go to my room?”
Simeon peeked at the sorcerer from beneath his hair and nodded. He let Solomon lead him from the bathroom, moving through the hallway on silent feet. There were still a couple of hours before dinnertime and elsewhere in the dorm, Luke and Raphael were going about their own business. They did not need to be privy to the comfort Solomon was about to provide to Simeon.
In the bedroom, Solomon locked the door and cast a spell to keep the sound inside.
Simeon may not want to talk, but if he does, this way he won’t be overheard and no one can interrupt us. It’s safe for him to be vulnerable here.
He guided Simeon to the bed and made him sit on the edge of the mattress. Solomon stepped back to remove his shawl and draped it on the back of a chair before taking a seat next to him. He turned his attention to the man’s body language—he was holding himself with his head bowed. The sorcerer could see him retreating into himself again.
“Hey,” Solomon started quietly. “It’s okay.”
He placed an arm around Simeon’s back, drawing the man side-on to his chest. Simeon’s head rested against the sorcerer’s shoulder.
“Did you mean it?” Simeon questioned.
“What are you referring to?” Solomon raised an eyebrow.
Simeon sagged in his arms.
“Oh, nothing. Never mind. It doesn’t matter.”
Solomon pulled the man off him and gave him a probing look. Simeon couldn’t meet his eyes, but a blush was tingeing his cheeks. The sorcerer placed a finger under Simeon’s chin. Perhaps he would not have touched him in such an intimate way before their shaving lesson, but now it felt right to have Simeon’s skin beneath the pads of his fingers.
Simeon met his gaze at last.
Does he have any idea how beautiful I think he—oh!
“I did mean it,” Solomon said. “You’re beautiful, Simeon. I have thought that since I’ve known you.”
Simeon’s cheeks grew darker. A small smile tugged his lips.
“I’ve always thought that of you too …”
Solomon gave a soft laugh.
“Even with the grey hair?”
It was Simeon’s turn to chuckle.
“Of course.”
His shoulders seemed to relax, body language opening up again.
“Can I kiss you properly, Solomon?”
The question took Solomon by surprise. He blushed deeper as Simeon awaited his answer.
“As long as I get to kiss you as well,” Solomon agreed, a lopsided smile tugging his mouth.
Simeon leaned forward slowly, his lips parting as his eyes closed. Solomon met him halfway, keeping slender fingers against Simeon’s jaw. He tilted his head to one side as the space between them disappeared.
“Mm …”
The small sound from Simeon was like a spark to Solomon. His heart rate accelerated as the warmth of Simeon’s mouth spread through him. Deepening the kiss, he breathed in the other man’s scent: the light notes of the aftershave Solomon had selected just for him, and the smell of his hair. Simeon’s mouth tasted like coffee and something sweet and buttery that Luke had no doubt baked.
How long has it been since I shared a first kiss with somebody I loved?
First kisses could be a special sort of magic, Solomon believed. When two people were in love, it was like tasting each other’s soul for the first time. It was a sweet promise of trust, a silent way of saying things that words could not express.
He guided Simeon’s head back a fraction, coaxing another small sound from his throat. Solomon slid his tongue slowly over Simeon’s, and felt the other man’s fingers clutch at the front of his shirt. He wanted this kiss to speak for him: to promise Simeon that he would take care of him, that he didn’t have to hide what he was going through.
The sorcerer kept his arm around Simeon and his other hand dropped from his jawline to rest in his lap instead. Simeon shuddered when Solomon’s fingers squeezed his thigh so gently.
They broke away from one another, drawing in deep breaths to steady themselves.
“I should have told you sooner,” Solomon murmured. “I think I’ve been in love with you for a while now.”
Simeon bowed his head.
“I don’t know what to say,” Simeon whispered. “I’m happy that you think of me that way. I think I love you too, but I’m scared.”
The sorcerer cupped his face again. His heart was full—a sensation he had not felt in a long time. It made his chest swell to have Simeon return his feelings, no matter how timidly. His thumb arced across the other man’s cheek.
“You don’t need to say anything,” Solomon said. “Just let me hold you. Let me take care of you.”
Simeon’s hand clasped over the top of his, holding it to his cheek. They lay down on Solomon’s bed, their shoes left on the floor. Simeon allowed himself to relax in the sorcerer’s arms. His fingers still clutched the material at the front of Solomon’s shirt. The sorcerer could feel him dragging his thumb back and forth over the fibres of the fabric, grounding himself with the texture. He pressed his lips to the crown of Simeon’s head and found himself playing with the soft brown locks of hair, paying no mind to the streaks of silver he had begun to notice.
They stayed that way for a long time, only moving again when Simeon shivered.
“Could we get under the blanket?” he asked.
“Sure,” Solomon said, sitting up faster than intended to pull the sheets down.
He cleared his throat, knowing he’d been caught out when he heard Simeon’s gentle laugh. It was a pleasant sound. He smiled to himself as he folded the sheets down. Out of habit, he pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it to the floor, only pausing as he reached to undo his pants.
“Oh . . . sorry, I can put that back on.”
“N-no,” Simeon chuckled. “It’s not very comfortable to wear these clothes in the bed. I might do the same, if that’s alright.”
“Of course,” Solomon smiled.
He didn’t mean to watch. He supposed he’d already seen Simeon shirtless that afternoon. However, watching him remove his shirt while sitting on the sorcerer’s bed felt vastly different to taking his shirt off for a shave. Especially knowing they were about to get under the covers together. The sorcerer swallowed the heavy wet feeling on his tongue as Simeon unbuttoned the dark blue shirt and slipped out of it. There was a shyness about his expression and his movements. He glanced at Solomon again. That was when Solomon realised that he’d been staring. Clearing his throat, he glanced away. He looked down at his trousers again, still wanting to be free of them before he got under the covers.
“Would you mind if I—?”
“Should we—?”
They spoke at the same time, cut themselves off with a quiet laugh.
“We were asking the same thing, I think,” Simeon said, tugging at his own pants. “Shall we, then?”
The sorcerer stopped himself from responding too quickly this time. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped, rolling his pants down his legs while Simeon did the same. From the corner of his eye, Solomon caught a glimpse of the gently toned muscles rippling beneath the skin of Simeon’s thigh. His cheeks felt hot as he settled on his back and pulled the blanket up to his naval. Simeon settled beside him a moment later.
For a minute, they both stared up at the ceiling. It felt wrong to Solomon, not having the other man in his arms as he had before, despite how close they were. He rolled onto his side to face Simeon.
“Can I still hold you?”
Simeon hummed, blushing a little.
“I’d like that.”
Instead of rolling to face him, Simeon turned his back to the sorcerer. Facing away, he shuffled until his back pressed to Solomon’s chest. Tentatively, the sorcerer draped an arm over Simeon’s waist. He felt the other man melt into the warmth of their skin contact. Simeon sighed and the sound was filled with contentment.
“Thank you for holding me. You don’t know how much I needed this.”
His voice was muffled by the pillow. It was a vulnerable admission. Solomon pulled him closer, relishing the way the backs of Simeon’s thighs pressed to the tops of his own. The sorcerer bent his knees to better lean into that sensation. It felt good to be close to Simeon. It felt right.
Simeon seemed to agree. He tilted back against Solomon, seemingly at ease. With their knees bent to slot together, the movement of Simeon shifting back against the sorcerer also pressed his backside against Solomon’s crotch. Only their underwear served as a barrier. Solomon felt the firm contact with a clearness he hadn’t anticipated.
Solomon’s cheeks flushed deeper as Simeon’s warmth leached through the fabric of their underwear. The first tingles of arousal were already beginning to ignite his nerve-endings. He held his breath as the sensation spread, slowly at first, and then all at once from his balls to the tip of his cock. The heat rushed up his chest from his stomach. His whole body became tense.
“Are you okay?” Simeon asked, drawing his attention.
The sorcerer cleared his throat again. He wouldn’t say he was embarrassed by this natural physiological reaction to their proximity and intimacy, but he was caught off-guard by how suddenly it took over his senses.
Simeon craned his neck to look at the sorcerer when he didn’t respond.
“I’m fine, just a bit too excited about being so close to you,” he admitted.
There was little point in hiding the truth. Thankfully, Simeon’s did not appear to be upset by this revelation.
“Oh! I didn’t mean to get you worked up like that.”
Solomon chuckled.
“Not entirely your fault. But I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t giving me ideas.”
He could see the flush of blood along Simon’s neck. He wanted to press his lips there, drag his tongue over the skin, discover what sounds he could elicit from the other man. He swallowed that temptation.
I’m being too forward now.
“What kind of ideas?” Simeon asked, much to Solomon’s surprise.
His voice was tinged with mischief. It was a tone Simeon hadn’t used for some time—not since his strange behaviour began. Solomon realised all at once how much he’d missed that cheeky side of him.
Simeon was still looking back at the sorcerer from over his shoulder. There was a playful smirk on his lips, begging to be kissed. Solomon’s fingers flexed over the other man’s hip and drew their faces closer.
“The naughty kind,” Solomon confessed.
A shameless mischief of his own was rising inside him. The touch of Simeon’s fingers high on his thigh made him draw breath as his body reacted. His cock began to strain against his underwear, growing hard. Simeon’s mouth brushed against his own.
“Is that so?” Simeon teased.
His fingers glided up to the edge of Solomon’s underwear and he traced the elastic around the sorcerer’s leg, from the outer thigh towards his crotch. Solomon groaned as his dick throbbed, hard enough that all Simeon would need to do was curl a finger past the edge of the material, into the gap his erection had created between the elastic and his skin.
“Simeon … If you tease me like that, I’m going to think you want me to touch you.”
His fingers flexed on Simeon’s hip again, hard enough to press the tips into the skin. It drew a gasp from the other man.
“Maybe I do,” Simeon breathed. “Maybe I want to touch you, too.”
Digits curl past the edge of Solomon’s underwear. Simeon’s fingertips brushed over the side of his cock. The sorcerer groaned and pressed his face into the crook of Simeon’s neck. He didn’t stop himself from rolling his hips and was gratified with two things: the firm warmth of grinding against Simeon’s ass, and the sweet sound of need it elicited.
“Ah … Is that what you want, Simeon?” he checked.
His hand moved to slide over the front of Simeon’s underwear before he could answer.
“Please—” Simeon sighed.
The sorcerer was momentarily disappointed when Simeon’s hand withdrew. That was quickly replaced with the thrill of having his own hand pressed harder over the front of Simeon’s underwear. Simeon grinded his ass back against Solomon’s crotch with careful pressure as he held the sorcerer’s hand to his own erection. The effect it had on Solomon’s body was immediate. He hardened completely, feeling Simeon’s cock respond to his touch in kind.
“Simeon, you’re already so hard,” Solomon teased.
He cupped the hot bulge through the material, spreading his fingers slowly and then dragging them together again to stimulate the other man. An airy sigh escaped Simeon. He tilted his head back, granting Solomon easier access to his neck. The sorcerer took the invitation without hesitation. He pulled Simeon back against him as he rolled his hips, lavishing the other man’s dick with his palm and fingers. Solomon’s mouth assaulted his neck with rough kisses, the lapping of his tongue, and the grazing of his teeth.
“Nh … Solomon, that feels good,” Simeon hissed.
His fingers were tight around the sorcerer’s wrist, guiding his hand back and forth over his trapped cock. Solomon squeezed his fingers gently over the length straining against the fabric of Simeon’s underwear. His digits found a damp spot where the weeping head of the man’s penis rested. With two fingers, he traced the outline of Simeon’s tip through the material. Hearing Simeon whimper in response ignited an urgency in the sorcerer. He pressed himself against the globe of Simeon’s ass, letting his own trapped cock rub against the snug valley between the other man’s cheeks. The sorcerer rolled his hips in long firm strokes, muffling his groans against Simeon’s neck.
“Did that feel good, too?” he asked, teasing Simeon’s sensitive tip through his underwear again.
Simeon clamped his free hand over his mouth to stifle a moan. The wet patch spread under Solomon’s touch. He pressed his hand harder, shifting it back and forth as Simeon’s grip left crescent imprints in the sorcerer’s skin.
“Yes … So good!”
Simeon rolled his ass back against Solomon harder. The sorcerer could feel the material against the tip of his own cock becoming sticky with precum too. Every pass of pressure against Simeon’s backside left him alight with sensation, until his dick was throbbing. The sorcerer nipped at the warm skin of Simeon’s neck, letting it catch between his teeth.
“Nnh— Simeon, I’ll cum if we keep going like this.”
“Yeah?” Simeon didn’t slow down. “Are you going to finish just from grinding against me like this?”
Solomon shivered at the smugness in the other man’s voice.
“You’re close too, aren’t you?” he retorted, grabbing at Simeon’s crotch to make his point.
Simeon’s smugness turned to need immediately. Solomon could feel the other man’s hand shaking around where he gripped the sorcerer’s wrist. Simeon was rutting against Solomon’s hand just as much as he was grinding back against his erection, desperate for the friction of the sorcerer’s touch while he teased. The dim room was filled with the pleasured whimpers and groans they drew from each other, and their shaky, heavy breaths.
“Y-yes, I’m really close, Solomon …”
The sorcerer breathed in the other man’s scent as he grasped Simeon’s cock through his underwear and dragged his hand along the length, over the leaking head, and back again. The way Simeon’s dick jumped against his touch filled him with anticipation. His own erection throbbed again and he felt his balls grow tight as the pleasure peaked.
“Simeon! I’m cumming!”
He barely had the words out when the relief of release rushed through him. His whole body shook as he ejaculated against Simeon’s ass, the sticky fluid seeping through the fabric of his underwear as he finished. He grinded to a halt, breathing heavily with his face pressed into the crook of Simeon’s neck. Solomon’s hand didn’t stop, squeezing carefully as he pumped the other man through his underwear.
“D-don’t stop,” Simeon pleaded. “Please, I’m so close, I’m so—”
He went rigid in Solomon’s arms, breath hitching as his orgasm struck. The sorcerer felt the hot wetness against his hand as Simeon came in his underwear. Simeon pressed his face into the pillow, muffling the gratified whine that escaped him. He pulled Solomon’s hand away from his crotch when the sorcerer’s continued touch became overstimulating.
Simeon drew in a shuddering breath as they both stilled and their pleasure receded.
“That felt really good,” Solomon huffed against the other man’s shoulder.
Simeon took another deep breath and glanced tentatively over his shoulder.
“It did. Hehe, we’ve made a mess though. Oh my …”
Simeon looked down at himself, his cheeks blazing at the sight of the sticky dampness seeping through his underwear. Solomon kissed the back of the other man’s shoulder and sat up, cringing at the wet-warm sensation of his own soiled briefs. He chuckled as he peeled the mess of fabric and bodily fluids down.
“Nothing a bit of magic can’t clean up,” he said.
The mess clinging to his skin disappeared with a pass of his hand over his softening cock. He tossed the underwear across to his laundry basket, guiding it in with a bit of magic. Shyly, Simeon discarded his own soiled undergarments too and allowed the sorcerer to perform the same magic to help him clean up.
With that matter out of the way, they lay back together, shoulders touching as they looked up at the ceiling of Solomon’s dimly lit bedroom. Solomon’s cheeks were still flushed from sharing such intimacy, but he felt good.
“There’s still some time before dinner,” Solomon started after a moment. “Can I hold you a little longer?”
Simeon smiled and rolled on to his side, facing the sorcerer this time. He chuckled at Solomon’s expression as he pulled himself right up against the sorcerer and made himself comfortable in his embrace.
“I’d very much like that.”