The second he pulled away, Simon caught his face in his hands and brought him back closer. He couldn't keep his hands off him and needed more. His hand ran slowly through his hair and took his lower lip into his mouth. Immediately afterwards he nuzzled his lips in another intoxicating kiss. 

For what was supposed to be meaningless sex, their foreplay went on too long. Neither of them seemed to mind though. 

Chase escaped his grasp again and before Simon could recapture his lips, Chase moved them to his neck. He turned his head to give him better access and, as it turned out, he did the right thing. 

"Can I give you a hickey?" Chase repeated his question and Simon, instead of answering out loud, began to nod eagerly in agreement. 

He heard him chuckle and then felt a pressure on his neck that was far from uncomfortable. And then again, and again, and again. 

It was impossible to hold back the moans and in a heartbeat Simon was reduced to a moaning mess.

"So beautiful." If he hadn't been so close to his ear, Simon might have missed his words. Luckily Chase continued his work or he would have seen Simon's cheeks turn red at his comment.

His lips began to move lower again. First they captured his nipple, then his tongue moved lower and suddenly Simon felt his hot breath on the spot where he was most sensitive. He gripped the blanket tightly in his hands and closed his eyes in pleasure. 

Suddenly he felt warmth and wetness and forced himself to open his eyes to see. He was presented with a truly delicate sight. If Chase was a professional when it came to kissing, Simon had no idea what to call what he had been doing with his cock. 

"Fuck." His voice was obviously an encouragement to Chase as he looked up for a moment and their gazes met. Immediately afterwards, he intensified his movements and began to move his head in a way that Simon didn't even believe was possible. It looked like Chase was one of the lucky ones who didn't have a gag reflex.

His head moved up and down in a regular rhythm and it wasn't long before Simon had to warn him. "Chase," he addressed him, then moaned loudly as he felt his tongue wrap around his length. "Chase." He slid a hand into his hair and pulled. "Wait." 

He stopped and a sudden chill enveloped Simon's cock. He hadn't even realised he'd thrown his head back in pleasure and closed his eyes. Now he forced himself to open them, his eyes searching for Chase's. He was still between his legs, holding his thighs, and Simon blushed at the sight of him. 

Their conversation didn't continue as words were obviously unnecessary between them. Simon watched as Chase put his fingers in his mouth and began to cover them with saliva. It was embarrassing to watch, but Simon couldn't look away. 

When he took his fingers out of his mouth and Simon saw them glistening with his saliva, he knew what was coming next. But before he could focus on that, right in front of his eyes, Chase stuck out his tongue and ran it from root to tip, where he'd spent most of his time, licking up all the evidence of his pleasure. 

Simon gripped the blanket tightly beneath him and fought not to close his eyes again. "Chase." He repeated his name like an incantation.

Chase's tongue moved again, this time lower, and Simon had to look away because he couldn't handle it. He felt Chase's tongue penetrate him and he let out a shuddering breath. 

Soon, however, it wasn't just his tongue that was moving around inside him, but also his fingers. He was playing with Simon's hole as if it belonged to him, and Simon was too busy moaning and whimpering to say a word. 

Chase had rid him of all thoughts and all that was left was pleasure. 

The moment he felt his other hand on his cock, massaging it gently, not moving much, he knew he didn't need much to be finished in a moment. He didn't want it that way, though. "Chase," he addressed him, but it sounded more like a whimper than a speech. "Chase, please," he tried again. "I want you inside me." 

A sudden feeling of emptiness engulfed him and he knew that Chase was once again listening to what he was saying. His every move was with Simon's consciousness, and although he surprised him with his skill, there were no unpleasant surprises in store for him. He didn't feel at all like this was the first time they had sex together. 

Chase leaned over him and Simon opened his eyes to see what he was doing. He had no idea why he blushed at the sight of the condom in his hand, but for some reason Chase's touch made him feel like a virgin. 

Simon couldn't resist and pulled himself up into a sitting position, leaning on his arm as Chase struggled to open the condom. He took it from his hand and put it to his mouth, slowly opening it with his teeth while maintaining eye contact. 

This time it was Chase who couldn't take his eyes off him. 

When he dropped the wrapper on the bed, leaving only the necessary piece of rubber in his hand, Chase reached out for it, but Simon ignored him. Instead, he placed the condom where it belonged and then leaned in to pull it all the way down with his mouth. 

Chase's moaning was music to his ears. 

Knowing what was coming next, he made sure the condom was wet enough and left his spit on his cock. Then he moved away and Chase was obviously waiting for it, because the moment he lifted his head, his mouth was trapped. 

Although tongues were often said to wrestle in the mouth, in their case it was more like an embrace, fitting together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. 

When they ran out of breath and pulled away, Simon saw saliva running from Chase's mouth to his. At other times he would have found it disgusting, but this time he found it sexy. Like everything about Chase. 

"How do you want me?" He didn't hesitate to ask. There was no need to wait. After all, the saliva dried quickly. 

Chase didn't answer right away, measuring Simon with his gaze. He had no idea what to do, lean back and give him a better view or snuggle closer. Fortunately, the brunet sorted it out for him. 

"On your back," he said in a hoarse voice, and Simon obeyed immediately. Looking him steadily in the eye, he lay on his back and spread his legs in an invitation. Chase moved there immediately, but before he touched him he took a pillow and put it under his back. His ass was in the air, but he didn't have much time to think about it as Chase took his cock in his hand and placed it against his hole. 

He teased it with circular movements, not using enough pressure to penetrate, and Simon whimpered before he could stop himself. 

Chase seemed more than pleased with his reaction and decided to put an end to his torment. He placed his hand next to Simon's head and slowly began to push into him. 

Simon automatically moved his hands to his back and dug his nails into his skin as Chase worked his cock into him. It felt amazing and although he was quickly getting full, he needed more. He brought his leg up to his lower back and pushed, forcing his cock into him faster. 

Chase groaned and grabbed his hip bone, holding him down. 

"Chase. Stop stalling," he ordered. "Just fuck me." He was almost out of breath, but that didn't stop him from saying what he wanted. 

He didn't get an answer. Instead, Chase leaned forward and pressed his lips to his. Simon was almost tempted to complain until he felt Chase thrust in and suddenly he was completely inside him. 

Their lips parted as they were both too busy moaning loudly. 

"Don't hold back," Simon whispered into his lips and Chase responded with a bite. Then he pulled back, pulling Simon's leg off his back and grabbing him under his knees to get better access. 

Simon was completely exposed and in his hands, but he had no reason to protest. Not when Chase started to thrust and he threw his head back with a loud sound. 

"Chase, Chase, Chase," he chanted his name and the brunette obviously took that as encouragement to pick up the pace. 

He managed to open his eyes for a moment and found Chase watching him intently, seeing every detail of his reaction to what he was doing to him. Chase had complete power over his body and he knew it. 

Chase's movements intensified, his hips moving in a regular rhythm and Simon felt tears of pleasure forming at the corners of his eyes. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had sex like this. 

He had no idea what the brunette's neighbours would say, but since he hadn't warned or chastised him, Simon didn't hold back his noises. From moans to cries of his name. 

It wasn't long before he climaxed with his name on his lips.

While he was at the peak, Chase was still going through the motions and so Simon, even though he felt himself floating from all the pleasure, decided to help. 

He moved his hand to his neck and pulled him closer. This forced Chase to let go of his legs, but Simon knew he could hold them up by himself, even though he knew he'd be sore tomorrow. He was going to do his best for the brunet's pleasure, though. 

He sucked on his neck with his mouth and tried to spread his legs wider so he could slide deeper into him. Chase immediately took advantage of this and began to thrust even harder, although Simon had a feeling that was no longer possible. 

"Simon." To hear his name on his lips was something amazing. If this were a drug, he'd be addicted by now. 

One last hickey, and from the sound Chase made, he'd reached where Simon wanted him. He stopped propping himself up on his hands and dropped onto Simon instead, hiding his face in his shoulder. Simon wrapped his arms around him tightly and closed his eyes. 

Their chests were rising sharply together and the only thing audible in the room was their racing breathing. 

Step five was complete.