𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧.

[𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧. @altarsin]

𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗟.

self made millionaire — marketing genius and ceo of a sportsgear brand. in his early thirties. incredibly devious despite soft exterior. homosexual muse. mdni.

[𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧. @altarsin]

. . . i’m wet and cold. get me another one, perv!

[𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇. @brattybrute]

being used to wipe the fat load i just shot onto my stomach.

[𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧. @altarsin]

@brattybrute , where’s my towel?

[𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧. @altarsin]

i’m not jealous, not for a second.

no, not we. you seem to have your hands full. i’ll find someone with free hands.

[𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇. @brattybrute]

aw, you’re so cute when you’re jealous.

it looks like *we’re going out.

[𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧. @altarsin]

yeah, i’m going out. don’t wait up.

[𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇. @brattybrute]

. . . which one?

[𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧. @altarsin]

flirted with that girl.

[𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇. @brattybrute]

what’d i do now?

[𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧. @altarsin]

well, yes.

[𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇. @brattybrute]

⁣

𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂'𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 🙄

[𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧. @altarsin]

. . . is that what you think, darling?

(. . . they’re tiny. and they make my ass look huge! i cannot be out looking like that. )

[𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇. @brattybrute]

and you love me!

( don’t worry, baby. wear those little tennis shorts again and you’ll be guaranteed a load or two. . . or three if you’re lucky. )

[𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧. @altarsin]

. . . you are a mess.

( wasted load, again. you need to learn to save ‘em up for me. )

[𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇. @brattybrute]

that would be sweat mixed with a touch of dried up cum.

( nearly took my eye out while shooting my load this morning! )

[𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧. @altarsin]

what’s that new cologne? i’m obsessed —

[𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇. @brattybrute]

⁣

𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻.

[𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧. @altarsin]

i remember you’d beg me to stop after you came and i just… wouldn’t. not until i had enough loads in me.”

[𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧. @altarsin]

maybe deep down it’s why he even showed up. maybe he wanted to see roman again, to feel him. he hated it — how despite becoming way more successful than the other, when roman touched him — he felt like he was back in high school all over again.

+

[𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇. @brattybrute]

the ongoing chatter of the fellow partygoers transforms into muffled background noise the moment he can feel simon pathetically rut against his hand— beyond desperate to feel his expert touch after all these years.

roman’s flashing the first smirk upon his former best friend’s

[𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧. @altarsin]

and be milked like the dildo he is. isn’t it maddening, knowing he’s been on my skin? knowing he will be again? at your party?”

tugging onto roman’s bottom lip, hand reaching to wrap around his neck and choke him a bit, whispering.

“ remember how i used to ride you so hard? +

[𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧. @altarsin]

“ do it yourself, fucking coward.”

and within seconds, he was crushing his lips against his former’s best friends, other hand roughly yanking his hair while tongue slipped demandingly inside his mouth.

[𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧. @altarsin]

yeah, made something out of myself out of nothing. you had it all, and now look at you, huh?

sarcastic scoff at the mention of pretending, fingers stretching around stiff cock, taunting it with sneaky squeezes and rub of his long digits around hard member.

“ still so damn big,+

[𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇. @brattybrute]

designer, really? you’re new money, pal. don’t let those new fat checks make you forget about your fuckin’ roots.

i know i’m a scumbag, but at least i’m transparent about it. you’re over here, running your mouth, and still pretending that you’re on some higher moral ground. +

[𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧. @altarsin]

“ can’t take that away from you.”

he admits, the words roman answers causing him to smirk, only to grunt as his own throbbing cock is groped, eyes darkening instantly as that touch is enough to send him back to their youth, eyes narrowing as he ruts against said palm.

+

[𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧. @altarsin]

without a warning, hand dropping to roman’s crotch, groping it roughly out for anyone to see, chuckling.

“ see? rock hard.”

[𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧. @altarsin]

that’s getting sad, ro. you can’t recognize designer anymore? now, i’m worried. left one too many braincell in all those people you… “plowed?”

why am i here you ask, to remind you that despite of all that smart mouth and attitude, you’ll always be my little bitch.

+

[𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇. @brattybrute]

nice to see that you’ve taken the humble route and didn’t let money swell your head up more than your blue balls. i wouldn’t think so highly of myself if i was you— you were just a pit stop before i plowed my way through half of europe.

if there’s a line of dudes waiting to +

[𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧. @altarsin]

throbbing for me and you hate it. trust me, i don’t beat my dick much anymore. people keep dying to suck it, you wouldn’t know.

aw, you’re projecting your lust onto me. you wish i would, huh? rock your world just one more time, give that pathetic life of yours meaning.

[𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧. @altarsin]

you know it’s true. you were the first one to be drooling over how plump my ass was, how it made no sense that it was this fat — safe to say, you’re not the only one with eyes.

you’re extra bitchy tonight, and all this proves is that ten years later, your dick’s still +

[𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇. @brattybrute]

i see some things haven’t changed after all— you’re still all bark and no bite. where’s this harem of men you claim to be busying yourself with? all in your fuckin’ head. i haven’t seen you in ten years and yet. . . yet i still have every reason to believe you’re still beating +