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Simon
I love Baz’s hair.
It started in fifth year, I think, my obsession with it. I noticed all the details more then, every bit of him.
And his hair especially. Dark and fine and soft-looking. I wanted to grab it and pull. Use it to yank him down and hold him there.
I put it down to hate. I wanted to fight him, and the obsession with his hair was an extension of that.
Except.
It’s been almost four years together now and I still want to do it. Pin him down with a hand in his hair, hold him tight and do bad things to him.
I think he knows. He knows something is up, anyway. Baz is almost psychic that way, I swear. (Is there a secret vampire sense for knowing what your boyfriend is thinking?)
Baz corners me one afternoon. It’s a weekend and we’re alone. (Penny is long moved out, and even though I miss her it’s a lot more freedom. We’ve fucked in every room of this flat, and more than once.)
“What’s bothering you?” he demands. His eyes are blazing. I won’t be able to get away from this so easily.
I don’t look at him. “Nothing.”
Baz walks towards me, takes my hand between his. “Tell me.”
He doesn’t insist I tell him things unless he knows it’s bothering me. I did not realize how much I’ve been thinking about this lately, but if it’s enough he noticed and thought he has to ask…
Baz has been more than receptive to trying things out. In bed, I mean. He’s a kinky fuck, and I’ve learnt since school I am too. At least a little bit, anyway. (I like telling him what to do. I like tying him up and making him wait. He likes it, too.)
I look at our hands. His fingers, long and perfect, and mine, freckled and think. I remember stretching him open with these fingers, how his moans sounded when I sunk them into him.
“Your hair,” I blurt. I wince. I hadn’t meant to say it so bluntly.
Baz looks at me calculatingly. “My hair.”
“I want to pull it,” I confess. Baz raises a brow.
“Do you, now,” he says. It’s not a question. I look at him. The glint in his eyes is familiar, challenging and fiery.
I don’t say anything. I reach up, push my hand through Baz’s hair. It slides silky smooth over my skin, all fine and thick.
Baz’s eyes droop and he leans into me. Why was I afraid to ask for this? He loves having his hair played with. Isn’t this just the natural extension of that?
I tug sharply and he gasps, just a little breath. I grin.
We’re going to have fun with this.
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I tie him up quickly. Baz loves bondage, and I like the routine of knotting silk rope.
It helped, at first. It was the only way we could have sex for a while, when I couldn’t stand being touched.
I have Baz sitting against the headboard, tied to the posts by his wrists. His legs are free, though, and I knotted a couple pieces of rope across his chest.
We’re both naked. My pants and joggers are in a corner, and Baz’s clothes are folded on the dresser, because he’s a posh prat and he won’t have anything less.
He’s hard. I am, too.
I watch him shift back, trying to move the plug I had just worked into him. It’s his favorite - heavy glass that makes him strain to keep it in, big enough to press against the edge of his prostate.
“Are you waiting for an invitation?” Baz drawls. I shut him up with two fingers in his mouth.
I push them back until I hit the soft back of his tongue. His mouth is warm - not hot, but I like it - and he doesn’t choke. Baz likes what he likes, and he hasn’t had a gag reflex in years.
Speaking of.
I stand up on the bed so my feet are between his spread legs and take my prick in hand, removing my fingers from his mouth.
Baz tries to lean forward and take me in his mouth, but I lean back out of his reach. I anchor my free hand in his hair and use it to pull his head back so he has to look me in the eyes.
His pupils are blown, eyes more black than grey. I smile and he shudders just a little bit.
I tease the tip of my cock against his lips. He sticks his tongue out and I let him get just a taste.
Baz groans, and so do I. I stop teasing and press myself in, over his soft tongue and into his plush cheek.
Baz tries his best to work his tongue around me, but I don’t give him much.
Then I shift and push into his throat. He swallows around me and it’s good, it’s always so good.
I let myself go and fuck his face, pressing in and in and feeling him moan around me. I pull his hair while I do it, silky strands caught between my fingers.
I let go and step back. Baz whines. I catch his chin and grin at him.
“Ready for the next part?”
Baz
Simon Snow is going to ruin me.
I look up at him and I can’t stop the gasp that falls from me as he yanks me back by my hair.
I’ve always loved having my hair played with, but I didn’t think it would feel so good to be pulled around by it.
I’m going to enjoy this. I already am.
Simon
I have Baz untied and in my lap in less than five minutes.
Not really untied - I did cut the ropes. (They were old, and we have more.)
I sink two fingers into Baz and my tail in his mouth when he gasps. He bites down, but it doesn’t hurt. The spade tip is tough enough his teeth can’t get through it.
They leave little marks, though. Small dents I love. It’s all pressure and warmth - it doesn’t hurt.
I reach up with my free hand and pinch Baz’s nipple. He moans and writhes against me. If I touched his cock he’d come - I know the signs.
I don’t do that.
I push another finger into him instead.
He’s already stretched, but I take my time with it. Teasing him. Teasing me .
He’s dripping precome by the time I stop. I bend to lick it up and he presses up at my mouth.
I pull back. “How do you want to do this?”
Baz smirks up at me, off-kilter and messy. “Give me a pillow,” he says. His voice is still rough and it sends a thrill through me. “I want to see your face.”
I do, passing him my pillow. He shoves it under his back and pulls me to him - vampire strength. His legs come up around my waist.
We both hiss when I guide myself in.
“Fuck me,” Baz demands.
I do, fucking into him hard enought to set our teeth chattering. I lean down, twist my hands into his hair and press kisses against his neck.
I finish first, pulling out and coming across his chest the way he likes. I sink down, take his cock into my mouth immediately after and he follows seconds later, moaning.
I collapse, putting my full weight on him the way he loves. Baz can take it with his vampire strength - he’s been shot before, he can handle me laying on him.
He’s dozing when I drag myself up. I get a warm rag from the bathroom and it’s all I can do to wipe off his chest - Baz loves being came on, but he hates cleaning it off after it’s dried and crusted to him - before I lay down next to him. I throw the rag on the floor. Baz hates that, but I don’t care right now.
I pull him into me and he wakes long enough to smile blearily, giving me a short kiss on the lips.
Baz was right. He’s as kinky as I am - more - and more than that, we trust each other. I should have brought this up sooner.
It’s my last thought before I drift off.
I fall asleep and I don’t wake until the sun is high in the sky and blazing through the curtains.