Want

The door was locked; Simon stood watching the younger man slowly remove his shoes and t-shirt.
They never said a word, but their looks, their lusty eyes spoke clearer than crystal.
Simon smiled as Jason took a step forward, then he removed his own t-shirt. He laughed slightly.
“Just got to decide who’ll be on t~”
Jason practically pounced on Simon, forcing him to stumble backwards as he kissed him desperately, his hands ghosting over his back, holding him softly.
Simon groaned as Jason’s hands seemed bored of caressing his back and moved down, squeezing his backside shortly before moving around. Jason pulled away, looking down at Simon’s waist.
“Why two belts?” he asked breathily
Simon shrugged and had Jason kissing him quickly before he had any chance to even think of a reason.
Jason hands undid and pulled the belts away hastily, throwing them across the room with a clatter. He held his hand still on Simon’s crotch and then grinned.
“Keep this from getting out, maybe?” he said, with his mouth still against Simon’s.
Simon laughed; the laugh turning into a moan as Jason kissed him again, now pushing him towards the bed that was behind them. As they fell onto the bed, Jason undid Simon’s jeans and pushed them down his long legs.
“Well… they proved useless didn’t they?”
He pressed himself over Simon, holding him captive, ignoring Simon’s pleas. He licked Simon’s lips, raised himself, and took his own jeans off. As soon as they had fallen from his feet, he pressed himself against Simon, grinning at his lustful cry.
He moved himself back and forth, rubbing hotly and roughly against Simon, the feeling of his burning skin making him whine.
“Please…”
Jason sat up, the warm friction disappearing, making Simon suddenly cold.
He stared at Simon shortly, watching him writhe with need, seeing his kiss-pouted lips pleading in whispers. His eyes heavy and dark with want.
He stroked Simon softly, the whine following afterward so sweet he couldn’t hide a shudder.
“Please!”
Jason grinned, lowering his head to Simon’s belly and kissing his skin, softly, kissing just under his naval, softer, and finally he paused over his cock, and placed a whisper of a kiss on it, making Simon cry such begging words.
He leant up, watching Simon lift his hips hopelessly. He held him down, smiling smugly.
“Be patient Simon...”
Simon answered, his speech breathy and completely incoherent.
Jason lowered his head once again, this time kissing up Simon’s thighs, the thighs which he had always wanted to touch, to caress, and now he could, he only wanted the treasure above them, he’s had these gorgeous legs rested on his, and oh how he wanted to feel the muscles, but instead he hides behind his sunglasses, afraid of them being so near, so tempting.
But no more hiding, he’ll take what he wants.
And he does.
Simon arched his back and groaned, throwing his head back, drowning himself in the duvet. He held onto the covers above his head, wrinkling the fabric in his fists as he whined pleas for more.
Jason couldn’t help but smile, even with a mouthful of Simon. Hearing the tough punk bass player, the stubborn bastard that wouldn’t cave in to anyone, whine for more like a puppy calling for its mother, was only making him more aroused.
Jason pulled away as he felt Simon’s whole body shuddering.
“Not yet…” he said as Simon babbled sounds of questioning at him.
He stroked his hands down Simon’s thighs, pulling them up under the knees, bending them around him, leaning closer. “ I want you to scream.”
He pushed himself into him roughly, relishing Simon’s agonized gasp.
Now he had Simon where he wanted him, under him, under his control, every move he made could make Simon scream or plead, and he wanted both.
He stayed still, listening as Simon’s breath came quick and deep, shaking ever so slightly. Jason smiled, he could feel Simon’s heartbeat from the inside, overly erratic, fit to explode.
He moved slowly back, listening to his breath take, his heart almost stop, and pushed in, the breath being pushed out, the beat running faster.
Jason had never heard Simon whine or beg, or make any of these noises he made under Jason’s hands, and he had never heard Simon scream.
Simon gasped again as Jason decided that slow would never receive a scream, his whole body tensed and un-tensed, he shuddered in bursts making his stuttering babbles nothing but sounds that were being pushed out of his throat with his breath.
He could feel it mounting, a heat that started as soon as Jason’s hands touched him, building up and enveloping him, he was almost there, so close.
Jason stopped for a slight second, he breathed heavily, sweating and hot, his tiring eyes seeing Simon below him, begging and sweating. He held one breath, and pushed in hard and fast.
Simon’s breath came shorter and quicker, turning into short sharp squeals. As Jason groaned, trying to hold out a little longer, the squeals melded together into high groans, increasing louder and louder.
“Scream you bastard scream!”
Jason pushed one last time, Simon’s whole body froze before letting loose the deafening scream of orgasm. Jason shuddered, coming at the sound of the scream, biting his lip to hold his own.
Jason flopped over Simon, both lay breathless, sweating, recovering.
“Alright…” Simon breathed. “That’s decided, you’re on top… what do we do first?”