#i haven't written in so many weeks this is nerve racking ijbol

[prplewille]

helloooooooooooooooo :)))))

I have one for you

Wilmon + “The choice is yours”

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eee!! also let's all pretend this is 5 sentences i'm too verbose for this. in my head this is them after being friends for years and tiptoeing around their feelings for each other.

"The choice is yours," he whispers into the crackling air separating their faces, pressing his forehead against Simon's.

Simon's warm breath washes over his mouth, and Wille shudders. He sees the soft hairs on Simon's arm erupting in goosebumps, and smiles. It's almost as if they're feeding this feeling into each other. Almost as if they're kissing. Almost as if—and does he even dare to think it—they're in love.

Wille can't help it, even with what he says, even if he really believes this is Simon's choice, in the end.

He brings his hand up and runs his thumb over the edges of Simon's lip—his cupid's bow, the underside of his bottom lip, the scar on the left side framing it all. After years of dreaming about it, Wille can barely believe it's finally at the tips of his fingers.

Simon takes a sharp breath in, as unstable as the hand that now caresses Wille's cheek. Then he whispers Wilhelm's name, and that's all it takes. Because it sounds as delirious as Simon's name stumbling out his own mouth when he touches himself, because it sounds like the way Wille's name has always been meant to be said. Because he loves him, and he's finally said it, and in the absence of this secret lays the answers to all of their questions.

"God, Wille. Yes, yes, please, kiss me—" he finally says, and Wille cuts the last word off by clashing their lips together in a bruising kiss, pouring every single moment he's wanted to do this and stopped himself into it.

All the want that sizzled between them, for all these years. All the late nights and early mornings, all the hugs that lingered, all the comfort they sought on each other. All the times he wanted to confess and didn't, and the one time he finally did.

He pours it into his tongue, gives it Simon like a gift, and laps at everything he's given in return. Shivers with how much there is, how it all tastes and feels exactly the same.

He feels Simon's lips stretch into a smile against his, and thinks maybe it wouldn't be so crazy to call this love.