Kamina, he imagines, is not a spiteful person by nature. But the nature of this situation is not lost on him.
"I slept with Yoko."
He's jealous.
"A-and it felt really good."
In all honesty he wished he never asked.
"...We went all the way." Simon whispered, drawing his knees to his chest with eyes widened in, as loath as he was to admit, joy.
Contrary to popular belief, Kamina isn't jealous of Simon, but rather, he is jealous of Yoko.
He can't turn his brain off as Simon continues to talk, continues to marvel over the woes of his first time. He's jealous that Yoko can hold his hand for longer than necessary and there will be no repercussions. How she can hold him and kiss him under the pretense of lovers and not because their just bro's. How she can see and feel all of him, that she can reach out and take him whenever she wants to, and not watch in the shadows.
Subconsciously (because he's always aware of his own actions) he reaches out, and brushes non-existent dirt from Simon's hair.
Simon freezes.
Kamina agrees he would too if he were in the middle of denouncing every detail of his sex life. But he's not, so he doesn't hesitate in curling his fingers around Simon's fringe and pulling him towards his chest. The moon shadows his face but he doesn't need to worry about it anyways because he buries his head into the crook of Simon's neck. He tenses and recognizes the scent.
It's Yoko's.
"Maybe your Aniki can do it better." He darkly whispers into Simon's ear, relishes in the digger's slight whole-body shiver as he presses his small body against his own. Technically, this would have been classified as rape.
But Simon seemed to enjoy it.
"A-Anikiii..." Simon watches with half-lidded slate eyes as Kamina drags his tongue down his aching length, gathering the rivulets of pre-come against his teeth. All the while not breaking their locked gaze, ruby eyes dark with lust. Simon grits his teeth trying to keep the cries at bay, trying not to let his inexperience show (even though he just announced that his first time was not too long ago.) But Yoko never paid attention to him like this. It was always about her. What she wanted. Where she wanted to be touched.
Touch me here.
Touch me there.
Ohhh.
All thoughts of contempt for Yoko flew out of his mind when Kamina decides to fondle with his balls and press his tongue to the space between where his entrance starts and shaft ends. Any and all coherent thoughts are wiped clean from his head and let's out a humiliating needy sound.
"Do you want me?"
Kamina's voice is husky and his bulge is very noticeable in the little light provided by the moon. He instantly feels bad and reminds himself that he's not Yoko as he determinedly sits up and meets Kamina's hazy stare head-on. "Yes."
What happens next is not exactly what Simon had in mind that night.
Kamina's somewhat lubed up fingers were long and rough, softened by saliva and curled in just the right spot where fireworks came alive in his eyes and his toes curled. The pleasure was so intense, balanced by the pain of being penetrated, had brought tears to his eyes. The second finger brought a sting with it and Kamina wiped away his budding tears with his free hand and gathered him up in a hug too close to not be anything but a lovers embrace.
"K-Kamina..." He doesn't know when he drops the formalities but he knows there's nothing decent about what they're doing.
"Simon..."
They are together in less than a minute. This is how his first time should have been. There should have been the satisfaction of being cared of, the utter feeling of fullness that was not only physical. And when he feels like he is unravelling, and there's something missing, something that needs to be done-
Kamina completes him with the first kiss he's ever felt with his whole body, and a whispered 'I love you' at the end. And it's not Yoko's name he cries out this time, it's Kamina's. His afterglow is too sweet and his eyes grow heavy and body too taxed to stay awake before Kamina even pulls out.
For Kamina, it's different story.
His afterglow is short-lived because he can't stop thinking of Simon. Simon says nothing as he slips into oblivion before he even pulls out. Cold, harsh reality settles in it's stead.
He had taken advantage of Simon.