Chase was sitting in the perfect position for Simon to sit on his lap in less than a second, his knees at his sides. 

"Hi." He gave him an innocent smile as he put his hands on his shoulders. 

"Hey." Chase followed suit, placing his palms on his waist. 

"I'm glad you came," Chase's tone was softer, almost a whisper, but being so close, Simon could hear him easily. 

"Me too." Simon matched his volume and moved his hand from his shoulder to his cheek. Then he leaned closer, waiting, as he had before, for Chase to make the final move. 

This close, he saw a smile appear on Chase's lips before he leaned in and placed his lips against his. One of his hands slid lower, moving to Simon's ass, and Simon moved his own from his shoulder to the back of his neck, brushing his fingers through his hair. 

Gentle kisses quickly became more intense and passion reigned between them.

His grip on Chase's hair tightened, as did his on Simon's ass. They couldn't break away from each other and while their tongues were locked, Simon instinctively began to rock his hips, trying to get even closer to him. 

It wasn't until Chase groaned that their mouths parted. Simon laughed at his reaction and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth as Chase's eyes watched him intensely. 

"Should we take this to bed?" he asked and Simon thought about it. 

"Don't you like sex on the couch?" He asked a question of his own and then moved his hips again to rub his ass against the bulge in his pants. 

"If you're planning on riding me, I love it," Chase assured him right away. His sentence was kinky, but still Simon couldn't help but laugh. His laughter in turn brought a broad grin to Chase's face. 

"I like that idea." That was the last thing Simon said before he leaned forward and captured his mouth again. 

The kiss lasted much shorter though, as in addition to running his tongue over his gums, his hands slid down to the hem of Chase's shirt to help him remove it. 

Chase cooperated, of course, and as soon as there was a gap between them, he brought his arms up to pull the shirt over his head. 

"Your turn," he uttered almost breathlessly as his shirt fell to the couch beside them and Simon lifted his arms without protest. Once he was shirtless, he slipped his hand under the hem of Chase's pyjama bottoms and was pleased to find that he had no underwear underneath. 

Chase moaned as he took him in his hand and Simon, pleased with the sound, pushed his shoulder, forcing him to lean against the back of the couch. It gave Simon more room, but it still wasn't enough. 

"You need to put your hands where they'll be more useful," he said, and before Chase could react he slid off his lap and onto the floor in front of him, pulling his cock out of his pants. 

Still looking into his eyes, he stuck out his tongue and ran it over the tip. Chase let out a shaky breath before finally remembering his words and sliding his hands into his hair. 

Simon smiled with satisfaction and then tore his eyes away to give his full attention to his cock. His tongue was no longer enough, so without warning he put it in his mouth. 

The delicious sound that escaped Chase's mouth encouraged him to start moving his head. Fortunately, even though Chase had his hands in his hair, he didn't push him to take it deeper into his mouth and Simon was glad because it had been a long time since he had done that. 

Even though he didn't take it too deep, he made sure he gave it everything he had. He was sucking, running his tongue over it, and making sure there was always enough saliva on it to make it more pleasurable. 

"Simon." Hearing his name come out of his mouth was music to his ears.  

His head was bobbing up and down, and the more sounds Chase made, the faster he moved.  

"Simon. Simon. Simon." His tone quickly became urgent and the grip in his hair warned him of what was coming. This gave Simon exactly a few seconds to decide what to do. 

Before Chase could reach his climax, Simon let him out of his mouth. Their eyes met again and Chase raised an eyebrow in confusion, but he didn't force him to continue. 

Simon smiled at his disappointment, which confused Chase even more. "Say please." 

Chase chuckled and watched as Simon leaned down to his dick and planted a kiss on the tip. "If you say please, you can cum on my face." 

Simon had never thought of himself as a kinky person, but Chase was clearly bringing out the kinkiest side of him. He'd never been one to experiment, and most of his sexual experiences could be described as vanilla. What he was doing now was way beyond the old Simon, but he couldn't say he minded. 

"On your face?" Chase repeated, his lust evident in his voice. 

"Uh-huh," Simon confirmed, surprised that he wasn't blushing as he looked into his eyes. "Only if you want to." 

Chase laughed. "If I want to? If I could, I'd cum all over your body," he assured him, and that confession did manage to suddenly turn Simon's cheeks crimson. 

Instead of continuing the conversation, he took his dick in a tight grip again and began to move his hand. Chase leaned back comfortably and although his eyes were narrowed, he was still watching Simon's every move intently. 

Determined to give him a good show, Simon opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue. It wasn't long before Chase started to shoot. His cum landed on Simon's tongue, but a few drops also landed on his cheeks and he felt some of the cum trickle down his jaw. 

"Come here." Chase held his arms out to him and he obeyed, returning to his lap. "You're so damn sexy." 

"And you're lagging behind," he replied and Chase automatically put his hand on the bulge in his trousers. Simon shook his head and took his hand, moving it to his ass. Immediately afterwards, he ran his index finger down his cheek, scooping up Chase's cum, and then moved his hand behind him, sliding it into his pants. Chase swallowed dryly at the sight and Simon smiled contentedly. 

He ran a finger over his own hole, wetting it but not going in. "Don't make me do your work." 

Chase responded to his warning by leaning in and biting his lower lip. Then, inspired by Simon, he wiped the cum from his face with his hand before moving it behind him and slipping into his pants. Simon leaned forward to give him better access. 

The moment his finger entered him, Simon pressed his lips to his. The more aroused he was, the faster it went and he was impatient. Luckily, Chase understood and began to kiss him passionately. 

"Two." He managed to say between kisses and then he suddenly felt fuller.  

He gripped Chase's neck tightly with one hand and slid the other back to his cock. Even though he'd already orgasmed once, he needed to be at full length for the next step, and Simon knew how to arrange that. 

It wasn't long before Chase was fully aroused again and Simon's hole was ready. 

He pulled away from his lips and grabbed Chase's forearm to pull his hand away. Just then he stood up and dropped his pants to the floor. Chase didn't dawdle and did the same, so that when Simon returned to his lap, their skin was touching. 

Simon braced himself on his knees to lift himself higher and waited for Chase to do his part. Thankfully, he knew what to do right away as he covered his hand with saliva and ran it over his cock, preparing it for Simon's hole. 

Then all he had to do was line his dick with his hole and Simon carefully began to sink lower, taking him in. 

He tried to do it slowly so as not to hurt himself, but then he ran out of patience and fell into his lap with full force. The sounds they both made merged into one, filling the room. 

"Simon," Chase moaned almost breathlessly, holding him tightly around the waist. "You're perfect." 

His cheeks took on a rich colour and, being so close, Chase must have noticed, though he didn't comment. Simon hadn't been shy before, but now he suddenly felt like he'd never been so close to anyone before. 

"So perfect." Chase repeated, cupping his chin in his palm and stroking it with his thumb. His gaze dropped to his lips and Simon didn't need another signal to lean in and press his lips to his own. 

Despite the fact that they were both naked and entwined, these kisses were tender. 

Neither of them brought their tongues into play, and while Chase ran a hand down his back, Simon stroked his thumb across his neck. 

It was sweet, too sweet, so Simon finally decided to spoil it by moving his hips. 

Chase immediately decided to help him and moved his hands to his ass, matching his movements. 

Simon wasn't the athletic type, but when it came to sex, his physique and muscles did a surreal job. And maybe he was just driven by the sound of skin against skin. 

"Fuck," Chase gasped, and then again. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." 

A satisfied smile appeared on Simon's lips as he heard that and his movements intensified. Chase cupped his ass cheeks in his hands and pulled him closer to his pelvis, deepening their connection. 

"Simon." He thought it was another moan, but then Chase tried to continue his sentence. "Can I..." 

"Whatever you want," Simon assured him, too affected by the lust. 

Chase chuckled and pushed him closer again, penetrating him deeper. "Can I cum on you?" Simon immediately remembered his earlier words about wanting to cum all over him and began to nod eagerly. 

Chase seemed more than pleased with his reaction and stopped his hips from moving any further. "Lie on your stomach." He nodded his head to the spot next to him on the couch and Simon immediately began to rise to comply. 

The moment his cock slipped out of him he felt empty, but the feeling didn't last long. As soon as he lay down, as Chase had instructed, he felt his hands on his ass cheeks, pulling them apart and then Chase penetrated him again. 

He began to move in the same rhythm as Simon had done before, turning so that he hit Simon's prostate with every thrust. 

Loud moans escaped from both of them, but Simon was literally moaning mess as his dick rubbed against the couch, causing him even more pleasure. He had no idea if he should warn Chase that he was about to stain his couch, but as it was his idea, he concluded that it would be pointless. 

It wasn't long before Simon reached his climax with a loud cry of Chase's name. 

Chase didn't give him a moment to recover, though, as he continued to thrust, and after a while he picked up the pace even more, even though Simon hadn't thought that was possible before. 

His movements were more intense, almost animalistic, and Simon tried to spread his legs further apart to give him more room. 

A few more thrusts and Simon suddenly felt an emptiness. Immediately afterwards, however, he felt something warm dripping down his back and heard Chase's groaning. Not only was his face covered in dried cum, but now his back had become an abstract work of art. 

Since Simon was now dirty, Chase didn't collapse on top of him, but sat on the floor next to the couch, still panting heavily.

Nothing could be heard in the room but their breathing until Simon's chuckle broke the silence. 

"I think I need another shower," he spoke, turning his head to look at Chase. 

"Can I join you?" He asked instead of answering. 

"Fine, but don't even think about me contributing to your water bill." Although last week a shower had just meant a shower, this time Simon wasn't sure what would happen behind the closed shower door. 

Chase chuckled, then stood up and held out his hand to Simon. The moment he put his palm in his, he helped him to his feet, giving them both a view of the mess on the couch. 

"Wait for me in the bathroom while I clean this up quickly?" Chase suggested and Simon agreed with an amused smile. 

"Hurry up," he told him before disappearing behind the bathroom door. Now that he had a moment without Chase, he dared to stand in front of the mirror and take a look at himself. His hair was frizzy, his cheeks were red, and the places where he had previously cum were easy to spot. He was almost ashamed that he looked like a slut, but then he pushed those thoughts away and turned around to look at his back. 

Chase's cum was running down his back and trickling into his ass crack. 

"I've never done this before." When Chase said he'd take care of it quickly, he really meant quickly. 

Simon turned to face him, his cheeks flushed from being caught. "You've never cum on someone's back before?" 

Chase shook his head and stepped closer, closing the door behind him. "Nope. Only in a condom or in the mouth." 

"So not even on the face," Simon judged, even though he knew the answer. 

"You're my first." Chase smiled playfully and moved closer to kiss him, placing the palm of his hand on his cheek. 

After a brief kiss, he pulled away and turned him in his arms so that Simon was facing the mirror. This gave him a perfect view of both of them, and he watched as Chase's hand travelled down his side, to his pelvis, and then down his thigh, all the way back to his ass. 

Chase's thumb traced a path of his own cum and moved it lower, running over Simon's hole. Carefully, his thumb entered him as his lips pressed against his shoulder and began to suck. 

"Chase." Simon moaned, supporting himself with his hands on the sink.

"Is it stupid that I can never get enough of you?" Chase asked as he lifted his head again. Simon felt the same way, but he didn't want to talk about his feelings. Instead he promised: "You can have me as much as you want."

Apparently that was the right thing to say, because Chase turned him around in his arms again and kissed his lips as soon as he faced him. 

"Shower?" Simon asked as soon as they were out of breath. 

"Shower, cuddle, breakfast," Chase clarified, and since Simon knew exactly what that involved, he didn't need any further explanation. 

"Sounds good."