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When Athena had first confessed her feelings to Simon, she had been surprised when, even after he had admitted to feeling the same for her, he would not let her kiss him.
Raising a hand between their mouths at the last moment, he had muttered, “I will have to clarify something first. Give me a few weeks.”
Although she had been taken aback by his request, she was quickly mollified by the fact that he did not shun all physical closeness, and was in fact quite the cuddler when they were alone with each other – not something people would immediately think of when they thought of the man formerly known as the ‘Twisted Samurai.’
True to his word, one day almost three weeks later, Simon wordlessly declared an end on the moratorium on kissing, as he descended on her the moment he had opened the door for her that evening. One thing led to another, and soon, they found themselves on his bed, hurriedly undressing each other.
Athena began exploring his body with her lips and tongue, sure that she would have to grant him relief before they could progress any further, given that she was certain he had not had any chance to be with another person sexually for a long time. However, she was proven wrong when, after sucking him for quite a while, he pulled her back up, murmuring against her mouth, “And what about you?”
Breathlessly, Athena asked back, “Are you sure we can…?”
His low chuckle reverberated through her when he bucked up against her, as if to emphasize his answer. “We can do whatever you want.”
She was not about to let such an invitation go to waste. Slowly, she sank down on his cock, gasping as she began to ride him.
Incredibly, Simon managed to outlast her – when she slid off of him, exhausted from the orgasm which had just rippled through her, she saw him fisting his cock tightly from the corner of her eyes. He masturbated roughly for another minute or two until his eyes slammed shut and a groan rumbled in his throat, just before a few short spurts of cum splattered onto his abdomen.
Athena reached for his nightstand, where she had spotted a box of tissues, and pulled out a few, wiping across his stomach as she leaned up to kiss him.
“Wow, how’d you manage to go for so long…? I thought…”
He smirked at her when she trailed off, not finishing the statement. “You thought I went without for years. I gathered.”
Her eyes opened wide. “You mean… you didn’t?”
Simon took the soiled Kleenexes from her, carelessly flinging them into a nearby paper basket. “Tell me… why do you think I made us wait for this?”
It did not take her long to put the puzzle pieces together. “You… you wanted to make sure you didn’t catch anything you might pass on to me first?”
“Exactly.” He threw her a small, somewhat self-conscious smile. “The clink is not particularly renowned for fostering safe sex practices – and considering the fact that I believed myself to be a dead man walking, I have to admit that I did not much care whether I ‘caught’ something, as you put it.”
“Wait. Hold on a moment.” Athena was trying to wrap her head around what he was telling her. “You did it with other guys in there? I didn’t know you were bi.”
Simon snorted. “I don’t know that I would necessarily describe myself in that manner, although some would argue that I am not entirely straight. If given a choice, I vastly prefer women. In this context, however, it was more a matter of availability, and of… social currency, you could say.”
Her raised eyebrow prompted him to explain. “The rumors about prison rape are vastly overwrought, but sex is part and parcel of establishing a hierarchy inside the walls. I was rather sought after, considering my status as a prosecutor and the fact that I was able to defend myself against unwanted advances, and although I didn’t indulge particularly often, I couldn’t help but give in once in a while. The last time I did was shortly after the trial of your friend Juniper.”
The mental image of Simon doing the deed with another man was a bit difficult to get used to, but more than a little arousing at the same time. Not only that, Athena found herself curious.
“So… is fucking a guy different from doing it with a woman?”
She barely believed her ears when he responded somewhat hesitantly, “I wouldn’t know, seeing that I was never in a comparable position.”
“You can’t mean…?”
The way Simon did not meet her eyes was answer enough. After a moment, he murmured, “I apologize. Perhaps I should have told you beforehand, but somehow, there never seemed to be an appropriate time.”
Athena almost snickered at the inherent absurdity of that assessment, but managed to fight down the somewhat bitter noise. No, I guess it’s difficult to find the right time to tell your new girlfriend that you’ve had other prisoners fuck you on a regular basis while you sat in the clink for her.
“Tell me you didn’t just do it because of, uh, social reasons,” she pleaded, thinking that, if ‘social currency’ was why he had allowed other men to penetrate him even though he considered himself overall straight, it was little better than being violated.
A moment passed before he shook his head. “I would be lying if I said that it wasn’t a factor in my initially considering it, but… I spent most of my twenties incarcerated, Athena. It was the only way to get off that did not involve my own hand, and as I said, I did have my choice of partners this way, while, ah, the other way around would have been more difficult to negotiate without offers of protection or other forms of payment, neither of which I was willing or able to provide. After two years or so, even doing something that I hadn’t considered before started to seem appealing. And yes, I did enjoy it, or I wouldn’t have continued to consent to it after the first time.”
Athena surprised herself when she reached between his slightly open legs, the pad of one fingertip brushing downwards from his balls until it teasingly circled the tight ring of muscle that had inadvertently become the topic of their rather unusual pillow talk.
“Y’know… since you said you liked it… if you want to have some more of that…”
Simon inhaled sharply at her actions, and she could see his cock twitch slightly in preparation for standing at attention once more.
“You don’t have to do this,” he rasped out, just before she let her finger dip inside the merest fraction of an inch, hesitating to go further without some form of lubrication.
Seeing his pupils dilate and hearing his breath stall at even this shallow an intrusion, Athena grinned heatedly at him. “What if I want to…?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Far be it from me to dissuade you.”
Admittedly, this was new territory for her, but Simon’s reactions awakened something in Athena that she had not known had been slumbering inside her. Seeing you come apart while I take you… I wouldn’t say no to that.
Kissing his shoulder, she purred, “Mhm… let me do a little research and maybe order some supplies first. For now, why don’t we see what other fun activities we can come up with…?”