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When they met, Simon and Wille were pretty much eye-level. They were 16 and young and dumb and definitely in love (still in love). It became pretty clear, pretty quickly, that while Wille kept growing, Simon somehow stayed the same.
Simon was definitely not at all jealous about the fact Wille somehow kept growing. Honestly, it was kind of concerning how he just kept getting taller. That had to be some kind of genetic mistake right? Right? Yep, definitely not at all jealous despite the fact Simon had already stopped growing by his second year at Hillerska. It did not bother him at all and that was the stance he was taking.
It clearly didn’t bother Wille either, who couldn’t seem to stop hanging off of him since he was currently draping his stupidly tall body completely over Simon’s instead of working on the essays they had to finish.
“Kronprisen,” Simon bit out sarcastically, “Du jobbar ju inte”, you aren’t working .
“Jo, jag jobbar!” Wille protested, I am working!
“Med vadå?” Simon shot him a side glance, not amused. If he didn’t finish this essay he was going to have to do it over the weekend and he was not about to waste the weekend writing something that could have already been finished.
“Mitt dagliga kärleksintag” Wille responded cheekily, his mouth turning up into a grin, my daily dose of love .
Simon elbowed him in the ribs. This was no time to be that annoyingly sweet. Wille dodged his elbow and squeezed even more. Simon groaned but gave up. There was no way this large oaf of a man was moving anytime soon. He went back to his essay, determined to ignore the lump that was attached to him.
Wille, however, seemed to have other plans. His soft breath could be heard in Simon’s ears as his nose buried itself into his neck. Wille’s hands slowly explored Simon’s body like they didn’t already know what it felt like. Simon’s eyes closed unbidden, his breath coming out in soft huffs.
“Skaffa ett rum!” Get a room! Henry called out, clearly also fed up with Wille’s antics.
Wille smirked and whispered into Simon’s ear, “Vi har ju redan ett…” we already have one . Simon huffed but started packing up his things, it wasn’t like he was getting work done anyway. Wille untangled himself, grinning, his mission to distract Simon successfully accomplished.
Simon rolled his eyes and stood up. Wille’s grin had softened to the one Simon had only ever seen directed at him. Simon looked up at him and smiled back. He couldn’t help it ok! It was like a Pavlov response to Wille smiling at him. Wille tipped his head down, giving Simon a small kiss on the forehead before stealing his bag and walking out of workies without a care in the world. Simon stood there stunned for a second, Wille had never done that before, and certainly not in front of everyone. His face flushed, growing hotter and hotter every second he stood there.
“Wille!” Simon scolded again but it was too late. Damn, Wille was going to owe him so many cuddles for this. He looked over at Henry and Walter smirking up at him. Simon glared at them playfully before stalking out himself, head high despite the red on his cheeks. He had nothing to be ashamed about.
Simon found Wille waiting for him outside at the bottom of the steps. He stood at the top and just looked at him for a moment. How in the world did he bag a guy like Wille? It still sent thrills up Simon’s spine every time he thought about it. It was still insane that the actual Crown Prince of Sweden wanted to be with him, in the open, for everyone to see.
Simon walked down the steps to meet Wille. Wille’s hand reached out for his, tangling their fingers together. Simon honestly didn’t even really notice when they were holding hands these days since that seemed like their natural state of being. Their arms swung between them as they made their way to Wille’s dorm.
Once they were both safely behind closed doors (and blinds, Simon wasn’t making that particular mistake again), Wille dropped the bags and grabbed Simon’s head with both hands, warm palms pressed against his cheeks. Simon tilted his head back as Wille bent down until their lips met. Slow kisses were exchanged, Simon’s arms coming up to wrap around Wille’s torso, hands roaming along his back. Wille slipped his shoes off, lips still locked on Simon’s. Simon started pushing his shoes off as well, a chuckle coming out of Wille as he forced his head to bend more as they came off. His shoes had lifts, sue him. They made his legs look great and he didn’t look as much like a first year then. Simon quickly forgot his annoyance as he was slowly pushed backwards until his back hit the door. Wille’s hands continued to roam as he deepened the kiss, getting more and more urgent as they stood there.
Simon pulled back, “jag ska bara byta om.” His uniform was getting uncomfortable, the tie already loosened throughout the day. Wille stepped away, sitting on his bed as he watched Simon casually stripped out of his uniform.One by one jacket, tie, and shirt hit the floor, closely followed by his belt and trousers.
Simon, stark naked if not for his boxers, walked over to Wille’s closet, pulling out his favorite hoodie. The hoodies, like Wille’s shoes, had also gone up in size as he grew. Now, there was no way for Simon to pretend it was his. It was clearly too big for him, coming down to his upper thigh and covering up his hands by a few good inches. Wille loved it. He literally could not get enough of it and Simon knew it. It was pretty easy to tell by the way Wille’s eyes dilated any time he caught Simon wearing something of his.
Simon could feel Wille’s eyes on him now as he changed. He slowed his motions down, carefully pulling on the hoodie before stretching out, arms above him, back expanding. He heard the impatient rustling a belt opening and trousers dropping as Wille undressed himself. By the time he turned around Wille had already undressed to his boxers and was laying sideways on the bed, eyes never leaving Simon’s visage.
Wille made a grabbing motion with his hands, a soft groan escaping his lips, his eyes pleading. Simon snorted a little, why was he so damn cute? He sauntered over to Wille. As soon as he got within arms reach he was yanked down, muscular arms wrapping around him as he fell into the bed. Simon let out a yelp that turned into a laugh as he went down, hands coming to Wille’s shoulders to steady himself. Wille had wrapped his octopus-like appendages around Simon, clearly determined to meld the two of them together.
“En kram?” Hug? Wille asked. Honestly, Simon thought his puppy eyes should be illegal. No one that tall should be so cute. He smiled, pushing Wille out of the way so he could lie on the bed with his back to the wall.
“Kom hit,” come here , Simon opened his arms. A quick shuffle and then his arms were filled with Wille, his hair tickling Simon’s chin as Wille folded into a ball, tucking himself into Simon as much as he could. Simon smiled again.
“Mi amor,” He whispered in Wille’s ear, their legs slotting together as they relaxed into each other’s presence. Wille sighed, all the tension from the day had completely left his body, leaving a boneless lump for a boyfriend behind.
“Jag älskar dig.”
“Jag älskar dig.”
Simon started making small kisses up and down Wille’s face, leaving no skin untouched. His hands started making their way down Wille’s front, passing over his chest, softly scraping against his nipples, and traveling lower. Wille let out a soft gasp, “Simon,” he whispered.
Simon smiled softly, not stopping his exploration. He rolled over so Wille laid under him as his hand continued to Wille’s legs. He leisurely ran warm palms over his thighs, brushing by Wille’s inner thigh and getting dangerously close to his cock. Wille let out another gasp. Simon smirked, coming back up to look in his eyes. He bent down to kiss Wille on the lips, Wille’s hands came up, keeping Simon there as their kiss deepened.
Simon’s hips started moving unconsciously. Steady thrusts brought their cocks together, separated only by their boxers. Simon’s breath came out in soft pants as Wille continued to kiss him. Simon’s hands started to travel again, this time going for Wille’s boxers. He carefully pulled at the waistband until Wille’s cock was freed, standing tall and proud.
Wille let out a groan, “retas inte, Simon,” don’t tease me! Simon just smiled, one hand finally coming in contact with his erection. The other fumbled around for the lube Simon knew was around there somewhere. A surprised gasp escaped Wille as the cold lube on Simon’s hand came in contact with his hot member. Simon slowly started working his way up and down with his hands, his eyes still focused on Wille. Wille’s eyes were already closed, head thrown back in pleasure. Simon kissed him again, teeth catching his lower lip, hands still slicking up his cock. He could smell Wille’s arousal, a mixture of sweat and his cologne, something entirely Wille .
Wille groaned again, pulling away as his eyes opened, taking in Simon’s visage. “Åh Gud, du är så vacker,” God, you’re beautiful. He pushed himself up to meet Simon’s lips again. As he did so, his arms came around Simon, pushing their erections together, and, with Simon’s hands still on Wille, flipped them over. Simon let out a gasp of air at the unexpected movement, his cock straining even harder. Wille taking charge always turned him on, even when Simon thought he couldn’t possibly be more aroused than he already was. Positions reversed, Wille’s body hovered over Simon, his hands making hasty work with Simon’s boxers. Simon went to remove the hoodie when Wille’s hands stopped him.
“Behåll den på.” Leave it on. “Du ser så het ut.” You look so hot. Simon giggled a little, Wille really did have a thing for him in his clothes.
Wille picked up Simon’s legs, pulling them up and exposing Simon to him. “Fortsätt,” keep going , Wille urged, hips thrusting forward in invitation. Simon’s hands, returning to encompass Wille’s shaft, began to move again. “Simon,” Wille breathed, his head falling forward, lips kissing Simon’s neck.
“Wille,” Simon moaned in return, pelvis continuing its small thrusts unconsciously. Wille’s hand had somehow found the lube bottle when Simon was distracted. A wet finger slowly slid down, past Simon’s arousal, to rest against his entrance. Wille made lazy circles with his finger, relaxing the hole. Simon’s eyes widened, legs tensing, as it slipped inside him. Wille was agonizingly relaxed, finger moving unhurriedly in and out of Simon, despite the desperation he had felt earlier. Simon could feel how affected Wille was, which made his self control all the more impressive.
Wille used his other hand to carefully press Simon’s arms away from him and above his head. As he moved him, a second finger joined the first. They moved in tandem as Simon released breathless moans, body now covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Wille’s mouth continued its exploration of his neck, leaving hickies Simon was definitely going to have trouble hiding tomorrow. Well, it’s not like everyone doesn’t already know what they’re doing, it was pretty obvious based on the speed they had left workies.
The third finger came unexpectedly as Wille pinched lightly on one of Simon’s nipples, erect from arousal. Simon bit out a gasp at the rough intrusion, squeezing down on Wille’s hand. Wille’s breath picked up, mouth still distracted by the column of Simon’s neck. His fingers gradually increased in speed as Simon relaxed into the penetration.
“Är det okej?” You ok? Wille whispered, Simon nodded, “Ja, Wille, ja!” Yes,definitely yes . Simon could feel Wille’s smile against his skin, that smug bastard. If he hadn’t been in mind-numbing pleasure already Simon might have had the mind to tell him so.
Simon whined when Wille removed his fingers, his asshole pulsing with need. He needed Wille back in him, yesterday preferably. Wille let out a little laugh at Simon’s desperation, his hands quickly running along himself with more lube. A blunt head was soon pressed against Simon’s entrance. “Redo?” Simon pushed against him in response, he was ready, so very ready. Wille gently pressed against Simon until his head was resting inside Simon. “Wille,” Simon whimpered, “fortsätt!” move already!
Unaffected by his begging, Wille continued at the same excruciating pace, second by agonizing second, until he was finally fully embedded into Simon. Wille laid there for a moment, body shaking, as he waited for Simon to acclimate. Once Simon’s hips began pulsing back and forth impatiently Wille finally began to move. The burn of his thrusts made their way into pleasure as Wille picked up speed, always cognisant of Simon’s pleasure. Short pants echoed in the room as Wille continued pressing into Simon, teeth still grazing Simon’s neck. “Wille, Wille, Wille,” Simon cried out. Understanding the hidden command, Wille’s hand wrapped around Simon’s erection, sliding up and down in time with his thrusts. Simon had stopped making coherent words at this point, pleasure overriding his mind.
Simon’s body tensed as he felt his orgasm approach. Wille was completely focused, thrusts steady and constant, until Simon felt the pressure in his stomach burst, orgasm fast and intense. Wille cried out, his own orgasm quickly approaching. His hips shuttered, rhythm going uneven as Simon felt him cum inside himself. They laid there, unmoving, breathing hard and reveling in each other’s presence.
Wille had unmade Simon. His body was pliant, completely relaxed. Wille slowly moved, removing himself from Simon’s body as Simon groaned. Wille stood, putting on a discarded pair of sweatpants and a shirt before heading out to the bathroom. He returned, after starting a shower, with a warm cloth to find Simon in the same place he left him. Softly, gently, he removed his hoodie from Simon’s sweating body and carefully washed it down. The tenderness in his hands made Simon want to cry. What had he done to deserve this?
“Jag älskar dig, älskling,” Wille muttered as he worshiped his body.
“Jag älskar dig, mi amor,” Simon whispered in return, tired and sated.
Once Simon felt that his legs wouldn’t collapse under him, Wille took his time to dress him in a matching pair of sweatpants and shirt. He took them both to the showers, steam curling up around them. They were pretty lucky no one saw them creeping down the hall, barefoot, smelling clearly of sex. Simon and Wille glanced at each other and giggled, faces smiling playfully. Carefully, Wille washed Simon’s hair, fingers gently working their way through his curls. Warm water ran down his body, softening the aches he could already feel developing. When his hair was rinsed out he reached out for the shampoo and gently tilted Wille’s head down so he could reciprocate. Tender hands caressed his body as he washed his hair. They stood in the shower after washing, just enjoying each other’s company until their fingers wrinkled up and the hot water started to run out.
When they were safely surrounded by Wille’s dorm room again, in new boxers and a new sweatshirt for Simon, they laid back down cuddling. Wille, the little devil, had once again claimed the little spoon position, on account that “he was better at being a little spoon”. Simon had laughed at that until Wille had explained that he liked to feel protected, even if he was actually big. Simon couldn’t make fun of him for that so he just wrapped his arms around him tight, love rushing through him again like a lightning bolt. He just loved this boy so damn much.
Wille’s heart beat slowed as he relaxed, sleep taking over his body. His hands went slack, still tangled in Simon’s. Simon just gazed at him, taking in the vision of him until he too succumbed to the thrall of sleep.
Simon was not looking forward to breakfast this morning. Firstly, he was definitely still sore from yesterday. Secondly, it was blatantly clear, if the other boys’ faces were any indication, that they had definitely not been quiet and the other boarders wanted revenge for their lack of sleep.
Henry was openly smirking, the jerk, “Wille på bordet! Simon på bordet!” The rest of the boys were banging their fists on the tables now, getting louder and louder. Wille and Simon had twin blushes staining their cheeks. Henry just kept egging everyone on until they finally caved and stood up on their chairs. Cheers ensued, and Henry’s shit-eating grin got broader.
“Vi behöver inte fråga vem,” we don’t need to ask who , Henry stated, eying Simon’s neck. Simon blushed more, hand coming up to cover what he knew to be a very prominent hickey. Short of wearing a scarf, very impractical for the weather right now, there was no way anything he had was going to hide it.
Simon thought Wille might explode with how red his face was turning. Despite his blushing face, Simon wasn’t really ashamed of what they had done. It wasn’t like anyone expected anything else so who was he to disappoint? Henry looked at Simon and noticed his smirk. Wille also looked at Simon and noticed his smirk. “Simon, våga inte!” Don’t you dare! Simon looked over at Wille, “det är okej, de är bara svartsjuka,” they’re just jealous . Wille still looked uncomfortable and Simon took pity on him.
“Om du vill veta, fråga bara våra grannar”, if you want to know just ask our neighbors , Simon snarked, before dragging Wille back down to sit. Under the table, Wille’s hand found Simon’s, tightening around his palm as if it was the only thing keeping him in the dining room. To be fair, Simon thought it probably was. He looked over at Wille and then at the rest of the table. They were still overtly watching the two of them. Well, he guessed the guys were unhappy with the lack of details. Simon turned a calculated look at Wille and Wille’s eyes widened in fear. “Simon…” he warned again.
Simon ignored the warning and went straight for Wille, teeth pulling on Wille’s bottom lip until he gasped. Simon slipped his tongue in. The kiss was rough and dirty and definitely not appropriate for the breakfast table. Wild cheers broke out as they pulled apart, Simon grinning like a mad man. Wille was looking at Simon in love, in lust. He abruptly stood up again, hauled Simon up from his seat by the back of his shirt, literally picked him up like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder, and stalked out of the room. Simon could still hear the other guys cackling as Wille made a beeline for the dorms. Well, who was he to say no? Simon laughed as Wille put him down, fumbling for the door. As soon as it opened, Wille dragged Simon in, kisses already raining down on his forehead, face, neck, anywhere Wille could reach. Simon’s laughter echoed down the hall as the door slammed shut, and, well, at least everyone was out at breakfast.