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He doesn’t know who kisses who first, whether it’s Simon reaching up or him leaning down. All he knows is that suddenly Simon's lips are on his, hot and with the faint taste of coke mixed with something else. Simon doesn’t taste entirely like Simon, and it hits Wille with a pang that he’s tasting someone else too. That thought alone is enough to make him deepen the kiss, trying to replace all taste of Jonah in Simon’s mouth. Or: Some time after breaking up, Simon and Wille find themselves at the same party. And like moths to a flame, like magnets drawn together, they can’t seem to stay away from each other.
Read on ao3 (5k, rated E, very smutty)
Wow. Hi. It’s. been a while since I’ve been on here (okay not that long, granted, but it feels like an eternity). I’m still on a bit on a break, because to be honest taking time away from social media in general has really been nice, but I’m slowly getting back into it while figuring out a way to make social media and tumblr work for me, rather than against me.
I started writing this in October, for kinktober to be specific, but due to… reasons (lots of insecurity) I never finished it. It’s been 99% done for about two or three months now, but I just couldn’t get past that final read-through. Until now! So with at least a little bit of pride, I present to you: my first ever smut fic! (and now I’m gonna sign off and spend time with a special someone because damn. Posting smut is scary)
