Chapter Seventy Three

That night, Hans decided to stay at Simon’s pad to be with him for the night. While Simon was lying on the bed while watching television, Hans was out at the terrace. He was just quiet and enjoying the solace of that night as the cold wind touched his gentle face.

Simon noticed this and smiled. He then got up and joined his lover. “What are you thinking about?”

Hans smiled and shook his head. “Nothing… It just feels so calm and I want to enjoy it.”

Simon nodded, and rested his head on the crook between Hans’ neck and shoulder. He then wrapped his arms around Hans’s waist, and started placing butterfly kisses on his skin.

Hans smirked as he started pushing his ass on Simon’s hard-on that is pressed behind him. The taller man then moaned loudly, and Hans chuckled as he took deep breaths because of the sensation. Hans smirked and closed his eyes as he grinded.

''Let’s do it here…’'

Simon paused, and looked at him with wide eyes. “Wait… You mean, here? At the terrace?”

“Yes…” Hans nodded