Simon wasn't usually crazy about having anyone fight him back but this turned out to be deliciously fun. Though he didn't consider himself switch, for Judas, tonight, he'd do a whole lot of things as long as they felt good to them both. And as long as he got a chance to ride Judas hard into the sofa cushions, face down. The leather was cool and then hot, the friction awful and then slick with sweat. It was by far Simon's favorite place in the apartment.

And that might have to do with the mirrored wall direction across from it. He made Judas watch him as he took his time thrusting into him. He got off more on watching Judas' face than he did on the feeling of being inside of him.

Second orgasm? Simon. On the couch. With his hand. And part of the couch. And his dick. Him. It was a complicated crime.

They took time to rehydrate, standing around the kitchen naked. Simon tried to get Judas to eat out of his palm but he figured that might be pushing it.