The tug should have been painful and discomforting, but as it had for the last three times, all it did was send a not-exactly-unpleasant tingle flittering down the front of his stomach.
"Simon, please, stop doing that."
The man pleaded quietly for the fourth time, with more emphasis. Once more, his pleas fell on deaf ears.
"You like it, though," he sounded greatly amused, "Look here, watch."
Simon's finger made circles below his friend's belt buckle, pulling at Rossiu's wisp of unruly hair again. The man gave a start, but he still refused to look down.
"This is degrading to us both..." He trailed off, trying to catch the other man's eyes and offer a bit of reason.
His tormentor ignored the remark, and kept his gaze centered elsewhere. This game had begun by accident, but now seemed much too interesting to drop.
Caught between a corner and Simon's mounting curiosity, Rossiu didn't stand a chance.
"Is that why you let this piece hang in front of your face all the time?" The corners of Simon's mouth twitched and pulled up into a grin, "Because if it is, you're a dirty boy."
He didn't give his pal time to fly off at him. His fingers had already roamed up to his scalp, and were now tugging gently at the roots of his hair. Rossiu lost his focus and murmured quietly to himself.
Simon didn't stop, and began to knead his other hand against the man's pants. The trembling muscles he could feel with his fingertips were quite a reward, as was the increased volume of the brunette's incoherent mumbling.
"You act like you've never been touched like this." His fingers twirled around the wild lock again and yanked. Rossiu's hips jerked under his palm, and his eyes nearly rolled up into his head.
"... Haven't."
It was very believable, considering how little stimulation it took for him to get so excited. No wonder he wore that long coat most of the time. Simon's eyes gleamed, and he probed further.
"Do you do it, you know, to yourself?"
Rossiu's face was already flushed, but now it burned deeply. His hair was given a sharp pull once more, and his knees threatened to buckle.
"Ah..."
Simon did it again, shoving his own knee between his friend's legs, and adding a tight squeeze to his crotch. Rossiu's muscles seized as he gave him a loud "Yes".
"I bet you pull your hair when you do it." Simon's fingers began to knead again, dancing delicately around the slightly moist protrusion in Rossiu's slacks. The man's hips twitched and ground against his thigh.
"So, do you?" He gave the lock a hard tug, as if to emphasize his question. This time he didn't let go, and continued to pull tightly. Rossiu only gasped loudly and rocked. His body was sweaty and quaking, and his mind was empty beyond an aching desire that was currently usurping control.
"I think you lay in bed, and you hump your pillow like you're doing to my leg," His fingers slid between the other's slick skin and the hem of his pants, groping at concealed flesh, "and you yank your hair and your dick and then scream until you come. Am I right?"
He didn't get an answer. Rossiu's mouth hung open, but he made no real sound as he stiffened and came in his slacks.
His head tingled numbly when Simon let go, and he slowly slid down the wall when the knee was pulled away, landing in a panting and quivering pile.
Simon sat down next to him and draped Rossiu's discarded coat over the both of them.
"You're a closet freak, but I like you anyways."
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A/N: Not for the kink meme, just a fic for a pairing I favor. Partially based on an old roleplay with a friend. Hope you enjoyed it!