"Babe, woah... patience ... really isn't your forte... is it?...", Simon managed to grunt-breathe-pant out in the approximately ten seconds it took for Matt to pull him in from the hall, slam the bedroom door with his foot, pull down his pants (as he descended down to his own knees), grab his (barely-even-a-chance-to-get-hard) penis from his boxers, and pop the whole damn damn thing greedily into his mouth.

prompt: Peter/Neal -- You better believe it.