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“What would you say if I…” was how Johnny started, but as soon as Simon’s eyes shot to him his sentence fizzled out.
Simon’s blue gaze was piercing, as if warning him against anything. They had been laying in bed for a couple of minutes now, staring up at the ceiling. They had stopped breathing hard and eventually had turned to just look at each other with flushed faces.
“Or I could just not,” Johnny said quickly.
Simon’s gaze softened and he rolled over and grabbed him. He pulled Johnny back over and laid him over his chest like a weighted blanket. He wanted to protest at being manhandled but when he felt the rumble of Simon’s he relaxed.
“I think we are done for tonight love,” Simon rumbled as he stroked his fingertips along his spine.
He snuggled in closer, “Me too sweetheart. I just had an idea for another time.”
Simon lifted his head to look him in the eyes. His brow raised as if he were daring Johnny to go on. He decided to just bite the bullet and ask.
“What would you say if I edged you?”
He received a blank stare at that one. Johnny supposed that he should have expected that response, this was Ghost after all.
“Edging as in, getting you close before backing off multiple times. Kinda like trying to make the orgasm stronger when it finally happens because it had been delayed so many times.”
Simon thought for a moment, “That sounds incredibly frustrating…”
His words trailed off with a little bit of a lilt at the end. Johnny lifted his head sharply, just looking at him questioningly, “Do I hear a but coming?”
Ghost gave him a half-hearted glare, “…but I might be willing to try it. If only just to tell you it was a dumb idea.”
Oh now there was a challenge, Johnny was never one to back down from one of those, “Oh really Si?”
He hummed, pulling Johnny in and snuggling into the crook of his neck, “Yeah, I’ll try it. How much better could it be? You already make me feel good.”
He wiggled a bit at the praise but couldn’t help the competitive spirit bubbling up in him. He played with his boyfriends hair, “If you have such low expectations for it would you like to have a little wager?”
Simon hummed his consent and he went on, “I bet I will be able to get you to beg to cum. Beg Simon.”
“What are you betting on that?”
“Your orgasm.”
“What?”
“I bet your orgasm that I can get you to beg for it.”
Simon rolled them over and pinned him to the bed gently, he stared down at him, skeptical, “Explain.”
“I want to edge you until you beg for it, then once you beg you get to cum.”
Simon eyed him, mulling it over, “On the condition that if I cum without begging you don’t get to cum for the rest of the night.”
He clamped his jaw shut at that. Thinking hard he eventually responded, “I do suppose that would be fair. I edge you, but neither of us get to cum until you beg me for it.”
“If I beg you for it,” he pointed out.
Johnny smirked up at him, “Oh you will. You will Simon.”
“Ahh, ah ah,” Simon had been reduced to pants and little breathy moans minutes ago and Johnny was absolutely delighted in himself. He was slowly working his boyfriend up and up. They had decided that tonight was the night that they were going to try out edging and Johnny was having the time of his life.
Simon lay on his back on the bed, naked and beautiful beneath him as Johnny’s fingers curled into him. He had two fingers buried inside him and was slowly thrusting them in and out. He whispered sweet nothing’s into the man’s skin as he marked up his collarbones.
Johnny had decided to build him up slowly for now, before seeing how he was going to react to being denied an orgasm. He kept caution in the back of his mind. He knew that Simon didn’t have the best experience with sex, having forced himself into it more than a few times. He hoped that his previous partners had at least made the man finish but with what little he could tell about it he wasn’t positive that this would have been the case.
He needed to make sure that Simon didn’t think that he was going to hurt him or that he was going to leave. No matter what happened Simon would get what he wanted tonight. For now they would try it Johnny’s way but he had made sure that the man was comfortable with what they were doing. Simon knew that all of this would stop if he wanted it to, all he needed to do was say yellow or red or even just tap out.
Johnny was a bit nervous about how the man would react the first time he was denied, he didn’t want to drop him too hard and mess with him mentally. He kept his words and kisses light and loving as he stroked into him with his fingers.
He watched carefully as Simon writhed beneath him. His eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth open and panting out those wonderful noises that he loved to hear. He watched for any sign of something wrong, even as he immensely enjoyed keying his partner up this way.
The pads of his fingers brushed against his prostate in a way that had Simon’s abs clenching. His breath hitched as his body tensed, Johnny knew he was close. By now he knew all of the man’s tells.
With that signal he slowed his fingers, avoiding his prostate altogether, until they were held still inside of him. Simon’s hips bucked but he wasn’t able to go far with the way he was pinned under Johnny. He smiled down as the man let out a little whine.
“Doing so good sweetheart, but it’s not going to be that easy. Not gonna cum on the first go round.”
Simon’s head snapped down to the meet his eyes and he looked like a man betrayed. His brow furrowed and his mouth open, gaping at him. Johnny rose to meet him, taking his fingers out entirely and leveling his face with the man.
“What’s your color Si?”
He blinked for a moment, seeming to be trying to figure it out on his own. Johnny’s nerves racked up a little more with each passing second.
“I- I’m good. Green. Just…”
He nuzzled the man’s neck, “Just what sweet thing?”
“You’re not going to leave me like this right?”
“No darling,” he said honestly, looking him in the eyes to show that he meant it, “I promise I’m not leaving you like this. Remember what we talked about? I’m going to get you close a few times and then let you cum all over yourself.”
Simon nodded.
Johnny asked, “That still sound ok sweetheart?”
Another nod and Johnny grinned, he nipped at Simon’s neck. He sucked on his pulse point as he gently eased his fingers back into him. Johnny mouthed at his neck as he began to thrust again and drawing more and more of those sounds out of him.
It took no time at all for Simon to get worked up again. He was panting and letting out little whimpers under him. The Scott couldn’t help smiling into his pale skin, lips hidden from view of the other man.
He worked his fingers inside him, finding that spot that drove him wild over and over again. He loved the way Simon’s hips twitch. He loved watching his cock drool over his stomach.
Johnny couldn’t wait to get his mouth on the rest of him, but for now he had a plan. His head dipped a bit, blazing a trail from his marked neck and collarbones to his chest.
Simon gasped as Johnny’s lips wrapped around his nipple. His entire chest heaved at the sensation as Johnny dragged his tongue over the bud. He worked his mouth over him in practiced motions. Applying the right pressure and suction to get him jerking on the bed.
Soon enough he felt Simon start to go tight again, his breaths hitching almost to the point of no return he backed off with a gentle kiss to his nipple and stilling his fingers inside of him.
The whimper that forced its way out of Simon’s throat was different. It was desperate and full of need. He met his eyes with mock sympathy, “What’s wrong sweet boy?”
There was still a defiant glint in his eyes, he didn’t want to give in yet. Johnny kept the smirk off of his mouth, he knew Simon was going to hold out but seeing the thoughts go to war in his head was a treat.
When he didn’t receive a verbal answer from the man he dipped back in, kissing down his stomach. His skin was warm, scattered with scars, all relaxed muscle and pale skin. He was a dream sent down to Johnny. All for him.
He nibbled along the man’s hip bone, drawing out another gasp from him. He teased along the line of his hips, where his thighs met his torso before dipping lower.
Simon let out a whine of frustration as he mouthed along his thighs and gently sucked on the skin. A whisper made its way out of his mouth as his hips jumped. He could have sworn it was the beginnings of his name.
He peaked up at Simon’s face as his hand traced up the inside of his thigh, finger coming to rest just outside of his entrance, “What is it Si? Got something to say?”
His teeth were grit together as he let out another moan of frustration. His chest as heaving at the panting breaths he was taking. Johnny could see his resolve slipping by the moment. He slung an arm over his hips to keep them pinned to the bed, unable to grind onto him.
He let his breath gently ghost over his cock as he slowly pushed a single finger inside of him. Johnny took his time, going so slowly that he knew Simon could feel every drag against his walls, but not nearly quick enough to get any sort of relief from it.
Before his finger was even fully settled inside the tension in Simon seemed to reach a boiling point. He let out a cry of frustration, one that had Johnny checking in once again. Yet before he could even ask if he was ok Simon was crying out just like he had wanted him to.
“Please, Johnny please!”
He grinned, wide and toothy, drawing his finger out again until just the tip remained, “Again, Si. Let me hear what you want.”
The man panted, eyes screwed shut and hands fisting into the sheets below, “Johnny please, I need you. I need you to make me cum. Oh god, I can’t take it. Please let me cum.”
He pressed a kiss to his hip once again before murmuring sweetly to him, “Of course sweetheart, you sound so pretty when you beg.”
Simon cried out as Johnny finally took his cock into his mouth, at the same moment that he plunged two fingers into him. He thrust him fingers into him, curling them in the way that he knew Simon loved and the man went wild.
Nonsense was pouring out of his mouth and he couldn’t keep his moans contained anymore. He squirmed on the bed as Johnny sucked him down.
“Ah, J- Johnny, I- ahh.”
He didn’t slow down, but he did stroke the side of his thigh gently with his unoccupied hand, letting Simon know that he was still there. He wasn’t going anywhere this time.
With two fingers inside of him and a warm mouth around his cock, not to mention the edging, Simon wasn’t going to last long. Johnny knew this and yet somehow it still snuck up on him.
Suddenly Simon cried out, a broken and breathless cry. Every muscle in his body went ridged and Johnny had to swallow quickly to avoid making a mess of the man he had beneath him. He sucked him through his orgasm, fingers pumping slowly until Simon’s cries quieted to little whimpers.
He gently released him, swallowing one last time to make sure it was all gone before he spoke. It was impolite to talk with a mouthful after all.
Johnny crawled back up the bed to where Simon lay panting, an arm thrown over his eyes and a deep flush visible on his cheeks. He stroked up his flanks, relishing in the way that he felt his chest heave after all that he did to him.
He whispered sweet reassurances to the man, “You did such a good job Si. So good for me. You did good.”
It took a minute to finally coax him out from under his arm, Johnny just smiled warmly in response to the timid look that he got, “Hey there handsome, how do you feel?”
“Good,” Simon answered honestly, “Really good. You- you don’t think that was embarrassing, do you?”
Johnny tilted his head a fraction, “Embarrassing? Not at all sweetheart, that was hot as fuck. I’d have you do that all the time if I could.”
Reassured, Simon gave him a small smile, “Maybe on occasion, not all the time.”
“Whatever you want, Si,” Johnny said honestly.
The man looked up at him, fingers finding the waist band of the sweatpants Johnny had forgotten he was even wearing and tipped his fingers inside, “What I want is for my boyfriend to get off tonight. As long as that’s what he wants too.”
Johnny blinked, he had been so excited and focused on edging Simon that he hadn’t been paying attention to himself. And now it was his turn to flush red as the man reached into his sweatpants.
They both locked eyes the moment Simon’s hand went south and connected with a sticky mess lining the inside of his boxers. Johnny could feel the heat in his face and immediately let himself fall to the side of Simon, burying his face in a pillow.
“Damnit Si, you are just too fucking hot. Got me cumming in my pants like a damn teenager.”
He heard Simon’s chuckle as he plastered himself over his back, wrapping his arms around Johnny’s waist, “I’ll take that as a compliment Johnny.”
He let out a little whine of embarrassment and tried to burry into the pillows even further. Simon pulled him back gently, but without room for argument, “Hey none of that now. It’s ok to get worked up Johnny. You did such a good job on me and you know I’m not going to think of you any differently just because that happened.”
Johnny reluctantly looked up at Simon, “I didn’t even notice Si.”
The man grinned, “Guess I’m too distracting then aren’t I?”
Johnny smiled back at him, “I guess so.”
The taller man leaned down for a kiss and Johnny was more than happy to give it to him. They laid together for a while, just kissing and gently touching each other. And if Johnny came twice that night because of Simon then that was just the man’s thanks for a mind-blowing orgasm after being edged for what felt like hours.