Simon's blood ran hot at Kaye's touch, his kiss, at the mere thought of him. He didn't bother trying to speak or voice his hopelessly tangled thoughts– what was the point? It was better to explain this way, with his mouth beneath the other man's. Why tell him how he felt when he could show him?
Kaye's finger drifted from Simon's jaw, to shoulder, to collarbone and neck, brushing against their skin as he continued to kiss the other man. Somehow, feeling Simon under him kept him anchored to the moment, not getting to caught up or carried away. But god– part of him really did want to get carried away.
Kaye's touch was like magic, and so was the taste of his mouth. Simon let out a quick breath, winding his arms around the other man and pulling him closer, almost onto his lap. God, I love this. I really, really love this. The thought ran through his mind over and over as if on repeat, accompanied by the only name that sent shivers down his spine. Kaye.
Kaye drew a small gasp as he broke away from Simon, letting the other pull him against their chest. Quickly recovering, he pressed their mouths open once again, his fingers dragging down Simon's sides, trying to elicit some sort of reaction.
Tingles erupted from every place that Kaye touched, blazing a trail down Simon's body. He uttered a faint gasp, pulling Kaye closer still until he was seated directly in his lap. Before he could stop himself, his tongue was slipping into Kaye's mouth, trying to coat itself with the taste of him.
A noise between a groan and a gasp escaped Kaye when the other slipped their tongue into their mouth, and he couldn't help but melt at the feeling. God– he didn't know how Simon made him feel like he was in some sort of hazy euphoria, but he definitely didn't want the other to stop.
The groan only kindled the fire stirring inside of him, his movements grew more urgent, more passionate. He withdrew his tongue, wanting to tease Kaye just a bit.
Kaye's eyes opened at the loss of feeling, his brows drawing together in confusion as he glanced up towards Simon. Did he do something wrong? Or…was the other man playing at something?
Simon offered him a tiny smirk, brushing his lips oh-so-lightly over his. "Your turn to lean," he murmured teasingly, with a 'want it? Come and get it' sort of attitude.
"My turn, huh?" Kaye murmured against Simon's lips, watching the other man for a few moments before he pulled away. If the other was going to tease him, he might as well too. Soon, he leaned forward once again, connecting his lips to Simon's jaw line, placing soft, almost feathery kisses all over the area.
A low whine of complaint tore itself free of Simon before he could stop it. “Unfair..” he mumbled, pushing his hands into Kaye’s hair.
Kaye smirked against Simon's skin, leaning into the others touch as he continued to press kisses along their jawline and down their necks, the movements getting a little fervent. The only thing he wanted to do right now was connect his lips to Simon's, though he knew that he couldn't yet.
Simon flattened himself up against the man in his lap, doing his very best to get the most of the fleeting kisses. “You’re going to pay for this~” he murmured, voice laced with intention and slight desperation.
"I am?" Kaye mumbled after a bit, a soft breathe escaping him as he kissed his way back up Simon's jawline, wondering how much more the other man could take before he caved in.
“Oh, definitely,” he replied breathily, barely resisting the urge to grab hold of Kaye and crush their lips together. “You can count on it.”
Kaye hummed, itching to leave a mark on Simon's neck, though he slowly left the stretch of smooth, pale skin, pressing a light kiss at the corner of the other man's lips instead. So far, Simon hadn't caved in…and he had to admit that he was pleasantly impressed.
Simon’s hands were currently balled into tight fists in his lap to keep them from shooting out and pulling Kaye to him. “K-Kaye— Please—“
Was Simon…begging? Kaye smirked and tilted his head to the side, threading a hand through a few strands of curled locks, pretending like he was trying to decide what to do. Though, after a few moments, deciding that he had teased Simon enough, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against theirs, waiting for them to make a move.
At the teasing brush if Kaye’s mouth, Simon couldn’t stand it anymore. He surged forward, crushing his lips against Kaye’s in a desperate attempt to satisfy his wildly beating heart.
Kaye opened his mouth to tease Simon, though was immediately cut off and muffled when the other man crushed their lips against his own. But god– he'd rather be kissing Simon than talking anyway.
Simon kissed him harder, taking him by the whsohkfers and pushing him back. For that moment, no external forces existed, mattered. It was just them.
Kaye couldn’t help but feel himself arrive in some sort of odd euphoria, the one he only felt when he was kissing Simon. His hands that had been uselessly wrapped around the other mans neck were now pushing through their hair as he kissed back with the same force, turning into something passionate, fervent and very needy.
(Oh my god I’m so sorry for my horrendous typo Jesus Christ how did I mess up that bad)
“Fuck, Kaye,” Simon breathed into the kiss, completely dizzy from the force and intention coming from the both of them. He came up for air, chest heaving, but he was quickly leaning in again, needing more.
Kaye pressed a finger to Simon’s lips, stopping his just before as a small, faint smirk crossed his features. “I thought…you mentioned something…about making me pay,” he said between heavy breathes, though the desire was still there.
(it’s all good topaz, dw about it)