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Heavy breaths fill the room.Two figures lie on the bed, the smaller one, with brown skin and dark curls, is on his stomach, while the bigger one thrusts into him from behind grabbing his hair tightly.The smaller one, his body covered in red marks and bites, is panting heavily with his cock fully awake.At some point, he ends up on his back with legs wide open.The man above begins to groan louder, a clear sign of approaching orgasm.Simon’s cock has been hard for so long it’s starting to ache and he needs stimulation.Luckily, next moment, a pair of hands clasp around Simon’s neck.“Ugh...” Breathing becomes difficult, and he feels like he’s on the brink of suffocation. But he finally hits his orgasm.“Slut！”The man slides out while landing strong strikes on Simon's already swollen buttocks.“You really are meant to be treated like this. Dirty whore.”Simon doesn't want to talk, still feeling drained after orgasm, but apparently the other man isn't satisfied with his silence.Suddenly, pain shoots through his cock as the bigger guy grabs it too hard.“Mmgnn...”Simon winces,“Yes. Hans.”Simon turns to look at the him, “I'm just a whore who enjoys pain.”Simon replies without any emotion in his eyes, but somehow Hans gets satisfied.“I'll call you next time, whore.”Hans remarked."You're not even going to let me take a shower?" Simon retorted."I forgot to mention, I have friends coming over later," Hans added suggestively, "unless you're up for an orgy."Simon declined with a firm "no" as he started dressing."Shame, last time was really good. They're all looking forward to having sex with you again.""Maybe next time," Simon replied with empty words before leaving.It's cold outside, he tightens his jacket.He doesn't feel well. No one would in his state-skin feeling sticky, and slick still flowing out from his overly used hole.He is sure he’s bleeding inside, that’s Hans always does-make him feel pain more than he needs. It is already past midnight when he finally arrives home.He lives in a city far away from his hometown. The apartment is quite charming, with a cozy bedroom connected to the kitchen.As he reaches to place his bag on top of the closet, he accidentally knocks over the lid of a box, revealing its content.Simon crouches to pick up the lid and finds himself staring at the contents inside. Among them is a small box where he keeps the photos he cherishes.Simon opens it and looks at the photos one by one.
He and Sara. He and Ayub and Rosh.And then there is a photo of him surrounding by a group of children, sharing laughter together on a lawn. Simon is playing electric piano and the kids are all smiling, laughing, and applauding.A tender smile forms on Simon's face as he reminisces about those days. He misses those kids and those days.He is once a music teacher in a primary school. Simon cherishes his time with the cute and energetic kids who reciprocated his love wholeheartedly.Things were going well, until one day, a new kid joined the class, who claimed he had met Simon somewhere but couldn't recall where.And several days later, in the middle of the class performance with parents and teachers present, that kid suddenly shouted happily after looking at his dad for a long moment.“Simme！Simme！”the child exclaimed,using the nickname the kids given Simon, “I remember now！You look like the person on my dad's phone！”His eyes sparked with pride, “But I only saw your face and dad told me off！”His excitement suddenly turned into a pout,“how come he gets to watch whatever he wants, but I can't watch cartoons！Isn't it unfair, Simme?”The kid continued to chatter and Simon glanced at the father who immediately intervened to quiet the child, a brief flicker of shame crossing his face.The rest of that day was uneventful, except that Simon kept worrying about which video the kid had mentioned.Was it the nude video? Or maybe it's just a character from a TV show who looked like him. The uncertainty kept him awake that night, but fortunately, nothing happened over the next several days.Just as Simon started to believe it was a false alarm and gathered himself, the president called out to him when he was about to leave.There was the father of that kid inside the office, arguing that Simon shouldn’t be allowed to teach. “I was just browsing the internet when I came across you filth and my son happened to see that,”he claimed,“It's sickening! It’s absolutely disgusting and completely inappropriate for someone like you to be a teacher！”He shouted at Simon,“You are a disgrace and a stain, a terrible influence on children！I refuse to have my kid be taught by someone like you！”Hypocrite.Simon knew the father was lying.He had grown immune to such words after enduring similar attacks for so long. But he loved those kids. So he tried to fight.But despite his love for the children and his determined efforts to defend himself, he still ended up getting fired.He refused the father’s demand that he apologize in front of all children and parents and teachers.The father turned out to have significant influence in the state, so school urged Simon to comply to avoid negative reputations.Simon felt exhausted. Years ago, he had lost a similar battle when he stood alone for what was right.Now, years later, he still lacked the power to win.The president didn't want rumors spreading throughout the whole school, so he asked if Simon could apologize just to the class. The father reluctantly agreed.So Simon apologized in front of the whole class at the end, yielding once again to the reality. He snaps out of his memory as he feels sadness and when he turns to the next photo, his face softens again.In the next photo, he and Wille is gazing at each other with eyes full of fondness.They were supposed to take a selfie looking at the camera, but they both chose to look at each other instead, resulting in shared laughter captured by the phone.After staring at the photos for a long while, Simon placed them back into the box and gently closed the lid. He works for a small company where his daily grind revolves around excel.Sometimes the files are too large, taking forever to open. Sometimes the files are a disorganized mess that no one bothers to structure, expecting the employees to magically make them clear to readable.His job is dull. His life is dull. He feels his life stuck for a long time.His dream doesn't come true. He doesn't have a ‘decent’ job. He doesn't have many friends. His financial situation can’t offer him much. He doesn't have a boyfriend who can give hin a hug during his lowest moments.As a child, he eagerly expected middle school, then high school, hoping things would get better. However, his high school was far from happy, then he started to dream about university to escape from the reality.But things never turned good for him. Now he stops looking forward to anything, feeling that nothing ever changes. Becasue he is the problem.After work, his coworkers invite him to hang out at a new bar recently opened, which he declines as usual. He wonders why they haven't stopped asking him by now.He sighs, heading home when he gets a message.It's from Kurt, another man he has a sexual relationship with.-Hey, want to come over tonight?Simon thinks for a moment then replies with fine. He went back home and took a shower before leaving for Kurt's home.The moment he enters room, he is pushed hard against the door by a stranger and given a rough and harsh kiss.He pants heavily out of breath and notices the other man is naked.“What the fuck, Kurt？！You didn't say there was another person.”“But you liked it, didn't you？” Kurt appears indifferent, showing no concern for Simon's feelings.Simon shot him a piercing look in response. Simon gives that guy a look.He is muscular and tall. His cock is already big when it’s not erect, Simon can't bring himself to imagine what it would look like when he is fully aroused.Simon doesn't have anything else to do. Returning home would only remind him loneliness. Besides, it's not like he never did this before.“Sure.”So he says.“I know you'll say yes, slut.” “Mmngnnn——”
“Ughh…”Simon is on his four, taking one cock from behind and one with his mouth.The person in front him, called Johan, thrusts into his mouth without any restrain after Kurt tells him he doesn't need to.Simon's cheeks hollowed sucking a cock, saliva dropping down from the corner of his mouth.Everything is in a mess. His face is being fucked with a rhythm, his hole with another.Soon, the grab on his hair got tighter and the cock goes deeper and deeper.Simon reaches out to place his hand on Johan's leg trying desperately to show he can't take it any longer.But Johan remains too focused reaching his orgasm to notice, or, perhaps to care.After what felt like an eternity, finally the man spills into his throat and withdraw after fucking a few more thrusts, leaving Simon struggling between coughing and breathing.Kurt seems unfazed, enjoying the strong grip on his cock every time Simon coughs.Kurt turns Simon on his back after pouring his sperm inside him. That's when Johan notices Simon already climaxed.“I didn't even notice he had orgasmed.”Johan said.“He orgasmed when you were rough with him. His hole was strangling my cock.”Kurt smirks while giving Simon a spank on his cheek,“I’ve told you, this whore can only have orgasm with pain. ”“No way.”“You could try to be gentle and you'll know.”Simon whimpers as two hands trying to part his legs, unwilling to go for another round tonight.“No.”Simon says, pushing himself up with his arms but Kurt grabs his jaw, exchanging a strange look with Johan.Then Johan cups Simon's face instead of Kurt and kisses him softly while stroking his neck, almost giving Simon the feeling that Johan cares.After their lips part, Johan says,“Simon, right？ You're so beautiful like this.”Simon's dull eyes brightened slightly,“really?”“Yes. You're. Now would you open your legs and let me eat you up?”Simon looks into Johan's eyes for a moment longer before responding with a sad smile,“Sure.”Johan stimulats Simon's cock using his mouth, with three fingers exploring Simon's hole.Simon quickly becomes full aroused.Despite responding eagerly to every touch and thrust, moaning and gasping loudly, Simon couldn't reach orgasm, no matter how Johan stimulated his sensitive spots or performed oral sex.Simon feels agonized. He might not be able to cum without pain. But it doesn't mean he enjoys it. It hurts so much every time he nears orgasm but can't reach it.“Let me cum, please.”Simon begged with tears streaming down his face.“What do you want me to do,beautiful？”“Choke me, bite me hard. Whatever you like.”Simon answers with a pained moan.“Or squeeze his balls really tight.”Kurt adds, making Simon to resist.“No.Ughhh！”But Simon’s words vanishes into his wheeze. And soon he releases in pain, panting heavily.Johan watches him with amusement on his face.“Wow. I like you a lot. Think we could do this again sometime?”Simon tries his best not to show his emotions. He forced an indifferent look on his face and replied, "Of course." Later, as Simon lay in bed, ready to fall asleep, he received another message from Kurt.-Puppet, you did really well tonight. Kurt likes it when Simon is obedient.Unlike Hans, who always does everything to provoke Simon into struggling and making him cry, who is responsible for Simon's problem-can't orgasm without pain. Several days later, Hans states after a rough sex which leaves Simon visibly still quivering from aftermath and tears.“You don't fight any more. Do you know why I liked you？”He continues when Simon turns to look at him.
“You had your own will. You would say no. You would fight even when you knew it wouldn’t change anything. And I very much enjoy it when I do whatever I want knowing you are suffering especially when you're begging even though you hates it so much, Simon.”Simon feels nauseous.He feels exhausted to fight anymore. People will do as they please with him, no matter he agrees or not.“I guess we should try something new tomorrow night.”Hans says, handing him a card.It's a night club, which Simon only heard of but never entered once. The next day, in a avenue he is introduced to some new faces who gives him dirty and unsettling looks that make Simon feel like running.He doesn't realize what place this is until he heard a sudden moan behind them. His eyes widened when he realizes what's happening.Two naked men are having sex on the stage. People are recording them which they seems to not care and continuously moan really loudly.Suddenly, a hand rested on his lap. It's one of those new faces who's staring at him with narrowed eyes and suddenly he realized what's about to happen.Hans wants him to go on the stage, to be fucked by a stranger in public.He turns to Hans, eyes widening in shock.No.Simon stands up, walking towards the door through the hallway.Hans gives a signal to a burly figure and Simon's way out of this place is blocked.“Get out of my way！”Simon shouted, trying to push the person but the person stands firm.The big guy grabs Simon and forcefully pulls him back to his seat. Simon bites the guy’s arm and attempts to run only to be pushed to the ground and hit his lips accidentally, the taste of blood spreads in his mouth.“Let go of me！I'm not gonna have sex in public and let everyone recording me！”Years ago, August recorded his sex with Wille and Simon still suffers the consequences. He would never let it happen ever again.He struggles,kickes,bites,shouts. But no one comes to help him.Just as he is being dragged back to his seat once again, he kicks the guy's groin as hard as he can and turns to run.He's almost at the door when another figure blocks his way.“Get out of the way！”Simon pushes the person without looking.“Simon？”a voice exclaimed.Simon snaps his head up in surprise.August.It's August standing in front of him, and suddenly someone from behind yanks his hair.“No！”Simon screamed while being dragged away by the buff guy, right in front of August.August blocks their path. “What's going on？”August demanded.Run.Run.Run.Every cell in Simon's body screams at him to run.Breaking free from the grip while the big guy is distracted by August, Simon pushes everyone and everything in his way, sprinting towards his safety.He makes it outside. He is free now.He turns left, wanting to run further to make sure it's safe when he collides into someone.He doesn’t have time or energy to apologize. He needs to run.But his wrist is grabbed again and he fall to the ground when trying to shake off the hand.“No！Let go...”Simon protested.“Simon？”There, behind him, other than the big guy, stands a familiar figure who looks strikingly handsome in his tailored suit.Simon looks up. “Wi...Wille...”Wille reaches out a hand.Simon hesitates, slowly placing his trembling hand in Wille's just as Hans and the big guy come out followed by August.August approaches him. “Do you know them？”Meanwhile Wille's still patiently waiting for his hand which is almost there.Hans casts a meaningful glance at Simon, while the big guy stared at him with despise.“Simon, whay happened？”Wille asks him with concern.Suddenly Simon realizes his appearence.His face is marked with multiple bruises, his lips bleeding, and his hair is messy.This is not the face he wants to show Wille after all these years. Things are not supposed to turn out like this.Simon withdraws his hand and stands up on his own,feeling anxious and unsettled.Then, the rapid clicks of cameras fills the air.Click. Click. Click.The Clicking sound brings him back to those miserable memories from several years ago.Breathing feels like a struggle now, Simon's on the verge of breaking down.Help.help.help.He needs help.He covers his face, revealing only parts of his eyes, unwilling to be seen by the camera.Help.help.help.He glances Wille for a fleeting moment, struggling inside, before walking towards Hans.“Please get me out of this place. I'll do whatever you want.”He begs to Hans who's looking back at him with an cruelly satisfying smile on his face.
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Hans helps Simon get away from the club and the crowd. Simon fears that the photos of him might get leaked. But it’s clear that either Wille or Hans has taken care of everything, because nothing has appeared online or in the newspapers.And to Simon’s shock, Hans’s condition for helping him isn’t about having sex on stage, it’s a group sex. Simon doesn’t like group sex. Even with just Hans alone, it’s enough to drive him insane. He still remembers how he felt unwell for a whole week after the last one.But still, it’s better than having sex on stage. If that had been Hans’s demand, Simon would have done everything he could to persuade him otherwise. No matter how unwilling he feels, Simon drags his reluctant body to Hans's house several days later.Inside, including Hans, four men are waiting for him. One of them he met at the last orgy, and one of the other two introduces himself.What’s the point of introducing himself? Simon snorts in his mind, but doesn’t show it. When his eyes scan over the last man, Simon’s pupils widen.It’s him. The kid’s father who got Simon fired at the primary school.“I see you still remember me, Simon. When Hans told me about you, I thought maybe it was just someone with the same name and a similar appearance. But I’m glad to see you here.” the man says with a smirk on his face.“I knew you were a hypocrite.” Simon retorts.“Maybe you should be careful what you say. I already have so much hatred toward you, you know.”“You’re the one saying that?” Simon stares at him in disbelief."Of course. Because of you, I had to divorce my wife. She won't even let me see my kid. Sure, I could use my influence to change that, but it would only make things messier. And all of this is because of you." He says, his eyes gleaming with arrogance."How is any of this my fault? I didn’t force you to watch the video! And I’m glad your ex-wife and kid could live without you around. They’re better off without you!" Simon shoots back.And suddenly, he feels a sharp slap across his face."I told you to be careful with your attitude." The man grabs Simon’s face roughly, forcing it back into position, his grip painfully tight.Simon shoves his hand away. “I’m done! I’m not doing this!” He tries to open the door to leave, but another man grabs his wrist. “I don’t think this is something you can decide. Don’t you remember what you promised Hans?”Of course, Simon remembers, but he can escape, can’t he? If Hans really got so angry that he killed Simon, well, maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing, Simon thinks.He manages to open the door, but before he can escape, a hand yanks his hair, pulling him back and throwing him onto the bed. Panic sets in as his trousers are ripped off with brutal force. No matter how hard he struggles, it’s in vain.“No! You can’t do this!” Simon screams, trying to push the hands off of him. But his strength is too weak. He can’t even fight off even one man.He looks over at the others. Hans and the other two men stand there, watching him struggle, and their faces are twisted with amusement, showing no sense of urgency.In that moment, Simon suddenly realizes how naive he’s being again.Hadn’t he always known that no matter how much he fought back, people would do whatever they wanted to him? Hadn’t he known his struggles were useless?He remembers Hans saying he liked watching him fight back, so Simon decides not to give him the satisfaction.And just like that, he goes quiet. He stops yelling, stops struggling. If this is the inevitable, then at least he is going to pretend to do it willingly to look more dignified."I'll do it myself." Simon says and strips off the rest of his underwear and sweater, silently hoping this will all be over soon.But, as always, things don’t go the way he hopes. Two hours later, he is still being used on the bed.His body is covered in semen, but none of it is his. They bring him physical pain, but not once do they push him to the point of release. They’re doing it on purpose.He feels agonized, but he refuses to beg.Hans is still not joining others，he is watching Simon suffer with that cruel smile never leaving his face, like a distant observer. Simon can see the bulge in Hans’s pants, but Hans stays calm, unmoved, just sitting there.A terrifying man.He never should have gotten involved with someone like him.But it’s already too late. Hot spills releases inside him for he doesn’t know how many times before another penis pushes inside.“Do you want to come, you poor little whore?” one of the men taunts, gripping Simon’s throat. “Hans, what did you do to him? Last time I choked him like this, he rolled his eyes and came so hard. But look at him now. He’s still hard, but there’s no sign that he’s even close.”Hans smirks. “Well, I guess I’ve done a good job training him. The bar’s higher now. You’ll all just have to try harder.”The kid’s father steps forward. “Maybe I’ll give it another go.”Danger. Simon feels it in every fiber of his trembling body. But he’s completely drained, there’s no energy left to escape, not that he could.The man climbs onto Simon’s face, forcing his mouth open with his hand. Without hesitation, he pushes himself in and starts moving.Simon’s hair is yanked roughly as the man moves above him, while another continues to thrust inside him.He doesn’t know how much time has passed when his mouth is filled again, warm liquid spilling down his throat. The man above him lets out a heavy groan but doesn’t pull away immediately. Instead, he pushes in even deeper.Simon’s vision starts to blur and his grip on the bedsheets get weakening.He can’t breathe…Just before he loses consciousness, he hears someone mock, “I can’t believe he could come like this.” Simon opens his eyes, feeling strikes across his face.“Glad you’re awake. I wouldn’t want a dead body on my bed.” Hans says with a sneer.Simon groggily looks around. The other men are gone, only Hans remains.He’s so tired, his entire body is aching and too weak to move. He can’t even begin to imagine how much worse it’ll feel tomorrow.He hears the sound of Hans unbuckling his belt, but he doesn’t want to, he can’t go through another round.“I can’t…” he rasps, startled by how hoarse his own voice sounds.“I know you can’t,” Hans says, his expression softening for a brief moment. For an instant, Simon thinks he might be let go. But Hans’s next words hit him like a blow to the head, “But you have to.” By the time Simon leaves, it’s already early morning. He doesn’t even know how he made it back home.All he knows is that the moment he got home, he collapsed onto his bed and passed out.When he wakes up again, it’s already 6 p.m. He glances at his phone—it’s full of missed calls from work. But he has no intention of calling back.Lying there in the same position, he stares blankly ahead. His stomach growls loudly, but he still doesn’t feel like moving. It’s only after a long while that he finally drags himself up.The moment he moves, pain shoots through his entire body. It’s unbearable, so much so that he can’t even curse, not with his throat feeling raw and sore.Grumbling silently to himself, he shuffles to the bathroom. After taking off his clothes, he looks at his reflection in the mirror.The corner of his mouth is bruised from the slaps, and his face bears the marks of rough hands. His neck is red and raw from being choked, while his body is covered in purple and red bruises, and bite marks. Dried stains mark his skin. All are proofs of how he’d been used like garbage the night before.A wave of nausea rolls over him.“Ugh…” Clutching the toilet, he doubles over as his stomach convulses and vomits violently.Fragments of the previous night, of so many other nights flash through his mind, it feels as if those hands are still there crawling over his skin.He retches until nothing is left, only bitter bile burning his throat. By the time Simon finishes cleaning himself up and steps out of the bathroom, several hours have passed.He picks up his phone, hesitates for a moment, then sends a message to his boss, apologizing for the delay in requesting time off and explaining that he hasn't been feeling well. He asks if he can take two more days off.When he finally limps into the office two days later, the bruise on his mouth hasn’t faded. He’s relieved it’s winter so he can use a scarf to hide the marks on his neck.No one in the office asks him what happened. His boss scolds him for being absent, calling him useless and worthless, just like he always does, saying that he can be replaced at any moment. The rest of his coworkers glance at him, whispering among themselves, not caring whether Simon can hear.But Simon is too numb to care now Christmas is approaching. Streets and alleys are lined with colorful lights, and every house has its own Christmas tree. But Simon has no interest in celebrating the holidays. Every day feels the same to him.Sara calls to ask if he’s planning to go home. He denies it again this year.He hasn’t called his mom in a long time. He misses them. He loves them so much. Sometimes when he lies in bed, the guilt of not interacting with his mom just consumes him. But no matter how guilty he feels, he just doesn’t have the energy, physically or emotionally, to reach out to them. After work, Simon spots a familiar figure, the kid’s father, outside the office building. He considers pretending he didn’t see him, but it’s clear the person is waiting for him."Hey, Simon."Simon doesn’t want to engage. He tries to walk around, but the person grabs his wrist."If I were you, I wouldn’t just walk away.""What do you want?" Simon glares at him and asks."I think you know what I want." That man looks at Simon’s lips with a suggestive gaze."Don’t even think about it!" Simon snaps. He pulls his wrist away and heads toward the bus stop when a photo appears in front of him."Really? You’re not afraid of this?"Simon freezes and his eyes widen as he recognizes the picture.It’s the picture of that night after he passed out. In the picture, Simon has his eyes closed with a penis in his mouth. He was unconscious, but this photo could easily be interpreted as him closing his eyes and enjoying it.“You're disgusting!” Simon snatches the photo and tears it into pieces.“Do you think tearing it up will help? The original is with me, and I can print a hundred more copies.” He speaks slowly, and the calmness in his voice makes Simon feel sick to his stomach.“Why are you doing this to me?” Simon asks with a hint of desperation in his voice.“I told you I got divorced because of you.”“Are you kidding? You're ridiculous! That has nothing to do with me!”“Yeah, maybe there is no reason, Simon. “ He shrugs, “But I met you again, didn’t I? And I pretty much enjoyed that night. If you want someone to blame, then blame the person who put you online in the first place or, blame yourself for being a whore.”“It’s a crime. You can’t threaten me!”“You think I care?”Simon stands there, utterly flabbergasted and unable to find any words to say.“I’ll text you when I want. Don’t forget to reply, or you know what I’m capable of.” The man grabs Simon’s shoulder in a disgusting way. Simon immediately pulls away from him.“How do you know my number?”“There are plenty of ways to get a phone number of someone like you.” With that, he turns and leaves, his expensive suit swishing as he walks away.A demon in a suit, Simon thinks.Someone like him… what did he mean by that?Someone small like him? Someone filthy? Someone insignificant, someone who didn’t matter at all? His life just keeps getting worse, what’s going to happen now? He doesn’t want to sleep with that disgusting man.He’s been with all kinds of people, and even though things always get rough in bed, it’s always been his own choice.But in this case, it’s different. He’s being threatened. If he doesn’t comply, that man will post the photo everywhere.He has changed jobs and moved many times because someone would always recognize him and make his life miserable.So he runs from his past jobs, from his past life. He tried his best to run from that club, to avoid being seen or recorded, but now look at what he’s gotten himself into.As Simon thinks about it with a blank expression, he suddenly feels his body go limp and the blood seems to drain from him. The next second, he passes out. When he wakes up and realizes he’s lying in an unfamiliar bed, he panics and sits up quickly.He looks around the room, taking in his surroundings. The decorations make it clear this is a wealthy person’s home, and the bed beneath him, this is only the second time in his life he’s lying on such a comfortable bed.The first time… was in the palace on Wille’s bed...Wille...Simon’s mind flashes back to that night a month ago. For the past month, he’s desperately tried not to think about that unexpected encounter. He doesn’t want Wille to see the miserable side of him.Simon gently runs his hand over the soft blanket on him.“So soft… so comfortable…”Wait a second... but where is this?He pulls his legs out from under the blanket and is about to get up when he hears the door open. Instinctively, he pulls his legs back in, as if it could somehow protect him.But the person who walks in is someone he never expected.“Simon, you’re awake? How are you feeling?”“Wi... Wille...wh… why is it you?” Simon stumbles over his words out of surprise and confusion.“I saw you pass out when I was passing by. I was so worried about you. How do you feel now?”“My head hurts a bit... but other than that, I’m fine...”“The doctor said it was due to low blood sugar. You shouldn’t have passed out for so long, but you hit your head. The doctor suggested you should go to the hospital to get checked out.”“Okay, thank you. Then I’ll leave now.” Simon hurriedly gets off the bed to escape from there.“Wait! You should eat something first, just in case you pass out again.”Simon wants to refuse, but Wille looks so sincere that, after a long pause, he finally nods. Simon sits on the bed, eating the porridge Wille brought him. Once he finishes, he thanks him and starts to get ready to leave again.“Wait, Simon.” Wille stops him, “We need to talk.”“About what?”“About the night we met a month ago. About you.”“There’s nothing to talk about.” Simon gets alarmed and his face suddenly hardens and becomes even more closing off.“There are many things to talk about. Like why were you there? What happened?”“It’s none of your business.” Simon looks around for his coat but can’t find it. He opens the door and walks out, realizing he’s on the second floor. So he heads downstairs into the living room, but his coat is still missing.He thinks about just leaving because freezing outside seems better than facing Wille right now.“You’re not going anywhere, Simon！” Wille follows Simon and walks down the stairs.“What? Your highness, are you planning to imprison a mere commoner?”“That’s not what I meant. Simon, I just worry about you.”“Why? What makes you worry about me? I just passed out from low blood sugar. If you’re concerned about that, then you must have a lot of people to worry about in all of Sweden.”“Not that...”“Then what? Are you talking about that night? Is it not okay for me to have fun with friends? I’m an adult. Do I need to report to the king of our country every time I go to a bar?”“I mean this.” Wille steps closer to Simon, lifting his hand and pointing to the bruise on Simon's neck with a serious expression.Simon suddenly remembers the bruise. He swallows hard, wishing he could hide it under a collar that doesn't exist. He feels completely exposed, even with his clothes on.“So what? Can’t I have some adult fun...” Simon tries to sound reasonable, but his eyes instinctively dart away from Wille's.“What kind of fun? Your lips are still bruised and it looks like it’s a new one！”“You’re asking too much. I’m pretty sure even a king should respect people’s privacy! And I don’t need you to worry about me, I…I like rough sex!”“No, you don’t.”“What do you know about me?”“I’m sure I know you well enough to know that you like to be treated gently.”Simon pauses for a moment, then said, “Then you’re wrong, Wille. I’m pretty much the opposite. The rougher I get treated, the more excited I feel.”“Why are you being so difficult? I’m trying to help you!” Wille runs a hand over his forehead, clearly frustrated.“I don’t need your help! I can take care of myself!”“Then what’s this?” Wille places the torn pieces of the photo he found in Simon's pocket in front of him.“I...” Simon opens his mouth, but his throat tightens which makes it hard to speak. His eyes involuntarily begin to well up but still look defensive. “I was enjoying it. Can’t you see?”“No, Simon. You weren’t. You were unconscious! It’s a crime!” Wille throws his hands up in disbelief, his jaw tightens as he looks at Simon. He wants to help, but clearly Simon won’t let him in and somehow, it’s turning into a fight between them.“Shut up, Wille! Which part don’t you understand? I said I enjoyed it!”Simon feels more and more uncomfortable and frustrated in this situation. All he wants is for Wille to think he's doing fine, that his life is okay. The last thing he wants is for Wille to see how wretched he really is. He wants Wille to remember him as the boy he used to be, not the broken, dirty version of himself now.“I know you didn’t!”“Why? Just because we’ve slept together, you think you know everything about me? How much time have we spent together? Not even a year!”“Enough for me to know you, Simon. I want to help you, and you definitely weren’t enjoying it. And the man at the club the other day, August saw what he did to you!”“Fuck, Wille!” Why can’t Wille just leave him alone? Everyone else does. Nobody ever asks how he feels. Why can’t Wille just do the same... “Just... let me go!” Simon turns and reaches for the doorknob.But Wille braces his arm against the door, and Simon, frustrated, turns around only to unexpectedly crash into Wille’s chest.Simon looks up at him in surprise.It’s been years since they’ve seen each other. Seeing Wille on TV is one thing, but seeing him in person feels completely different.Wille isn’t a boy anymore. He’s a handsome man even taller than before. His facial features are more defined now, and even from the shirt he’s wearing, Simon can still tell how strong his muscles are.And his gaze, so much more composed and confident. There’s a kind of quiet, unshakable confidence in Wille’s eyes, the kind that doesn’t come from his position as a king but from the strength he carries within himself.Just looking at Wille like this, Simon feels his legs weaken.He and Wille lock eyes for a moment, both trying to calm down. Then Simon notices Wille’s gaze fixed on his lips. It’s different, completely different from the way other men look at him.They can hear each other's heavy breaths. He can't tell who moves first, but in the next moment, their lips meet with such force that Simon even tastes blood in his mouth.Wille presses him against the wall. They kiss all the way to the staircase, and then Wille lifts Simon in his arms to carry him up the stairs. Simon instinctively wraps his legs around Wille’s waist. And their lips never part from each other.Wille gently lays Simon down on the bed. Just as he’s about to start removing Simon’s clothes, Simon asks, “Can we turn off the light?”Wille doesn’t ask any more questions. He walks over to the door and turns off the light.It’s been years, but he never forgot this beautiful boy. For years, he forced himself not to think about Simon, not to check where he was or what he was doing.
And now, by some chance, they’ve reunited.Wille doesn’t know what has happened to Simon, but he’s going to protect him. He won’t let anything happen to Simon again.Wille kisses Simon’s body gently, feeling Simon shiver beneath him, moaning his name. He gently touches Simon, exploring him carefully before slowly inserting a finger. It doesn't take long for him to find the sweet spot.This is a reunion with the one person he’s ever loved. Wille desperately wants to give in to his emotions, to take Simon completely, but he doesn’t want to overwhelm him, so he tries his best to be gentle.He enters Simon after making sure Simon is ready. It doesn't take long for him to reach his orgasm.He kisses Simon again, his hand gently caressing him. But no matter how long he touches him, Simon doesn't cum. Eventually, Wille starts to sense something might be wrong.“Simon?”“You see, Wille? I told you. I prefer rougher sex. I don’t feel anything when you’re gentle with me.” Simon's voice is soft, but somehow, what Simon says in the dark makes it louder and makes the effect stronger.After saying that, Simon stands up, groping in the dark to put his clothes on. “Bye, Wille.” Then Simon leaves.Wille freezes, feeling confused. He thought it was mutual, but now he wonders if Simon is just trying to prove him wrong. Does Simon not feel the same way? Is he the only one enjoying the intimacy?But after a few seconds, Wille hears footsteps approaching again.“Thank you, Wille. But I’m really fine.” Simon’s soft voice reaches him before the footsteps fade away once more. After hearing the sound of the door closing, Wille gets up and turns on the light.He looks out the window and sees the small figure disappear into the brightly lit street. Despite the festive lights and cheerful atmosphere filling the entire street, Simon still looks so lonely, small, and utterly desolate. It's like all those lights forget to brighten Simon up.Wille has finally reunited with the person he’s been longing for. He even slept with him, but somehow, it feels like the worst Christmas ever.Even worse than years ago, when Simon wished him a nice Christmas.