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To say Simon had a bad day would be the understatement of the century. First an order that he spent all morning preparing had been cancelled last minute so he had to put up a last minute sale for all of the filet cuts he had prepared for the order. Then the register started acting up during the lunch rush so purchasing a sandwich or subs took three times as long as it should have. And it's not like the day got any better once the evening rolled around and he could finally close up shop and head home! On the ride home, Simon found himself stuck in traffic because a train seemed to want to take a million years to pass through!
"Fuckin' hell..." He grumbles when he finally gets to park in the driveway. While texting you throughout the day helped, Simon still needed to take a moment to sit in his truck, letting himself at least *try* to calm down after the hellhole of the day he's had. After one final sigh, he gets out and drags his feet towards the front door. When he finally gets the door unlocked and open, he pauses at the sight that greets him down the hall- you in one of his shirts. Their legs bare under the hem. Blissfully unaware as they wash the dishes
Simon stays silent as he approaches them from behind, letting out a low chuckle when they jump as he wraps his arms around their waist. He leans down to breathe in the scent of you's shampoo, feeling his annoyance with the day slowly melt away. He presses his bulge against their ass as he leans in and whispers against their ear "Think I'm going to start complaining about my day more often if it means you'll walk around like this more often."
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