(Simon could be plenty patient, but he appreciated the kid's eagerness, grinning still under his mask. It might be fun to make Leif squirm and beg for it. Who didn't like a little torment in the bedroom? He notices the shiver too and for a split second, debates not giving his jacket over just to see what Leif might do about that.
But then the desire to see Leif drowning in his jacket wins out and Simon shucks his worn black jacket off before sliding it easily over Leif's shoulders. It smells like smoke and some underlying musk that was all Simon. He tips his head back to look Leif over and he decides that he definitely made the best choice.
Without his jacket, he's in a tightly-fit black shirt. Mostly tight because shirts just weren't meant for muscle like this and his arms are just as thick as the rest of him, his right covered in an intricate skulls-and-smoke type sleeve. He leaves his gloves on, of course.)
Let's go then, love. (Annnd he's taking Leif's hand, swallowing it up in his own before walking him along the sidewalk. Thankfully his hotel was nearby. As much as he didn't mind an alleyway fuck, they could do far more in a proper room. It takes no time at all to get in and up to his room.)
Anything to drink? (Yeah, he's toeing off his boots and acting casual, flippant, like there was nothing to rush for. He just wanted to see how bratty the guy could get.)
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(Simon could be plenty patient, but he appreciated the kid's eagerness, grinning still under his mask. It might be fun to make Leif squirm and beg for it. Who didn't like a little torment in the bedroom? He notices the shiver too and for a split second, debates not giving his jacket over just to see what Leif might do about that.
But then the desire to see Leif drowning in his jacket wins out and Simon shucks his worn black jacket off before sliding it easily over Leif's shoulders. It smells like smoke and some underlying musk that was all Simon. He tips his head back to look Leif over and he decides that he definitely made the best choice.
Without his jacket, he's in a tightly-fit black shirt. Mostly tight because shirts just weren't meant for muscle like this and his arms are just as thick as the rest of him, his right covered in an intricate skulls-and-smoke type sleeve. He leaves his gloves on, of course.)
Let's go then, love. (Annnd he's taking Leif's hand, swallowing it up in his own before walking him along the sidewalk. Thankfully his hotel was nearby. As much as he didn't mind an alleyway fuck, they could do far more in a proper room. It takes no time at all to get in and up to his room.)
Anything to drink? (Yeah, he's toeing off his boots and acting casual, flippant, like there was nothing to rush for. He just wanted to see how bratty the guy could get.)