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Simon shifted slightly under his touch, a shiver running across his skin. Grace smiled, pulling him closer as his hands drifted under his shirt.
He tensed on instinct, really. Even without the added sensitivity, Simon would have flinched away from any unfamiliar touch. But Grace paused, hovering his hands over Simon’s skin instead once he noticed.
“You okay?” he asked, voice still low and gentle.
“Mhm,” Simon answered, shifting a little as he tried to remain even remotely dignified. “I’m fine.”
“Hey, if you’re not sure about this-”
Simon rather firmly grabbed Grace’s hands and put them down to his skin, forcing himself to hold back on the jolting flinch that followed. He couldn’t completely hide it, but Grace’s eyes went so wide that Simon nearly laughed.
“Have you never touched a guy before?” Simon joked, and at that, Grace rolled his eyes, running a thumb over Simon’s stomach in a way that sent his entire brain completely backfiring.
“Have you?” Grace asked, and Simon looked away again, this time to cover his own embarrassment. “Mhm. That’s what I thought.”
“Shut up,” he grumbled, covering his face with his hand. Grace laughed, and his heart started racing again, which didn’t help Simon’s situation at all.
Grace started casually running his hands around Simon’s body, the touch almost feather-light as fingers and palms drifted over skin and muscle.
Even as much as Simon often tried to pretend that his increased sensitivity as a blood-siren didn’t exist, in this particular moment, it had skyrocketed through the roof. Not only that, but Simon certainly had never been touched like… like this before.
Gently and carefully, compared to the usual rough and tumble of his most frequent contact. Soft, almost warm, as though Simon were something worth preserving, worth keeping in one piece instead of being thrown to the ground and broken.
He couldn’t quite stop himself from shivering under the touch, or jumping when Grace’s hand went somewhere new that he hadn’t expected him yet. Grace always paused when he did jump, waiting for him to calm down without saying a word before continuing his gentle exploration.
Carefully, Simon reached for Grace as well, putting his hand on his hip and pulling him a little closer. Grace smiled, and without any warning, he moved up in Simon’s lap to sit directly on top of him. Simon let out a sharp huff as he did, an involuntary shudder coursing through him as he tried to keep his mouth shut. He’d have said that it felt nice, but it felt a little more than that for sure.
Simon pulled him in closer by the hips again, almost relishing in the sensation that it brought to him. Grace giggled, his hands slipping up and running along his back. His hands found some of the scars on his back, and they brushed over them so softly that Simon couldn’t help but go stiff in an attempt to keep his mouth closed.
“What’s up, Simon?” Grace whispered, leaning in close and kissing softly around his mouth. Simon leaned into it, almost ashamed at how eagerly he drank in the man’s touch. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m doing good,” Simon said, trying to keep the slight waver out of his voice. Grace ran his hands along Simon’s back again, and he couldn’t repress the shudder that slipped through him. “Just great, you know.”
“Mhm.” Grace pulled in closer and kissed him properly, and Simon almost fell forward into the feeling, gently pressing his own lips against Grace’s. He nipped softly at his lips, pulling him in as close as reasonably allowed while letting his own hand roam up along Grace’s back.
Simon didn’t dare to go any further than that, some unspoken worry settling under his skin even as Grace ran his hands over it. He had no idea what to really do here, and especially not with the context involved.
Grace drew one of the hands under his shirt away, instead bringing it up to cup Simon’s face as they slowly continued kissing. Simon hummed into it, relishing in every soft brush. Each graze of skin against skin somehow felt more wonderful than the last, and he tried to make the sensation of each last as long as he could.
Grace seemed to be doing the same thing, moving slowly and letting himself linger in the moment. He pushed himself up against Simon a little more, and he had to rather sharply bite down on any sound trying to escape him. Grace had his entire body reacting to the touch, at first flinching away, before leaning in to try and absorb as much as he could.
“Someone’s real clingy,” Grace whispered into his mouth, and Simon let out a short grumble in response. “What? You are! You’re basically melting into me!”
“Like you’re not?” he pointed out, albeit more shakily than he’d like. Grace, however, mumbled something like ‘hey now’, and Simon couldn’t resist the smile that spread on his face upon seeing the other man go red.
“You’re being a troublemaker,” Grace said, a slightly more teasing tone to his voice now that Simon found astronomically difficult to ignore. “I figured you would be, you know.”
“Because I’m a criminal?” he asked, and Grace promptly shut him up with another short kiss. He didn’t allow it to linger for long, and Simon made a face at him.
“No, because you’ve demonstrated it at least fifteen times at this point with the amount of shenanigans you get into,” Grace corrected him. Simon snorted at that, unable to keep the grin on his face from widening.
“What, have you been keeping count?”
“Who do you think I’d be if I didn’t? I did that trouble-making counter with Rocky, just so I could show Adrian when we got to Erid.”
Simon couldn’t have hidden it if he tried - he started giggling, leaning forward into Grace with a ridiculous grin on his face. Grace responded with a sly grin, which turned out to be his only warning before his lips found Simon’s neck.
Simon almost leaned over into him at the sudden feeling, immediately biting his tongue to keep himself quiet as Grace explored his neck. Said ‘keeping quiet’ idea started to slip away from him when Grace deliberately brushed his mouth over Simon’s hidden gills, and it turned out to be that moment where he had no other choice than to acknowledge the stupid amount of sensitivity that came with being a blood-siren.
He’d been reshaped to be something that could sense vibrations in the blood and navigate through limited visibility areas by pressure on his skin - having someone deliberately press against it to mess with that on purpose?
Mind-blowing. Absolutely devastating on Simon’s ability to think anywhere within the realm of straight. He may as well be thinking in a spiral with how fast his thoughts went from somewhat functional to tunnel vision.
“I’m kind of curious,” Grace whispered, breathing hot against his neck. Simon’s repressed shudder came almost all the way through, and his hand moved up to grasp the back of Grace’s shoulder.
“About?”
“If any areas on your skin have higher pressure sensitivity than others. It looks like your neck might, if that’s anything.”
Simon giggled, curious about how Grace might go about this, but if the sudden increase in kissing along his neck told him anything, it was that his neck was about to be bruised beyond belief.
He squirmed under Grace’s touch, being pulled into him further by a soft yet firmly guiding hand on his back. He kept kissing softly along his neck, occasionally nipping and sucking on the spot. Never too hard, much to his surprise, but still enough that Simon shuddered at the feeling.
He buried his head into Grace’s neck, the sudden enjoyable feeling overpowering enough that he started kissing at his neck as well. Just to try and keep himself somewhat steady, as the soft touches were almost overwhelming to him. He pulled Grace in as close as he could, practically dragging his hips across his lap with ease. Grace almost squeaked in surprise, his hands pausing over Simon’s chest.
“Simon? You okay?” Grace asked softly.
“M’fine,” he said, voice surprisingly shaky despite his best attempts to remain composed. “Could… could you, um…”
“Could I do what?” Grace asked, almost playfully. He ran his hands down Simon’s sides, and he felt them brush over skin. “I won’t do anything unless you give me a go ahead, Simon.”
He winced a bit, trying to keep some impression of normalcy. “Could you keep doing that? The neck kissing?”
“Do you like it?” Grace asked, and Simon nodded quickly. “Sweet. Cool. Super cool, I can keep doing that.”
“You’re such a fucking nerd,” Simon said, offering him a grin. Said grin ended up being rewarded by a kiss on the lips, and Simon fell into it easily as he brushed some of Grace’s hair out of his face. Grace hummed contentedly, pulling in Simon by the neck.
He stiffened with the sudden movement, but allowed Grace to manhandle him. Normally, Simon would have never allowed anyone to handle him like this - he’d always needed to be ready to fight, to get away from the harsh touch of others. He’d have never allowed these kinds of sounds to build in his throat, even as he held them down.
With Grace, he melted into the touch, welcoming it so reverently that he tried to pull him in as close as possible while they kissed. With Grace, he had so much trouble trying to keep the sounds hidden and buried, his breathing speeding up as he tried to keep himself somewhat under control.
Grace slipped his tongue into his mouth, and Simon let out a surprised noise. Grace didn’t go any further, and after a moment, Simon promptly realized that Grace had no fucking clue what he was doing.
Simon pushed his own tongue into Grace’s mouth, and the other man let out a noise that he could only have described as a whine. Simon let out a huff with a smile, and he leaned into it as deeply as he possibly could with his own soft sound.
It really hadn’t been too loud - Simon had been trying to make sure of that. He hadn’t wanted to let out too many noises of his own, but this one slipped past him against his will.
Grace, either noticing it or not, sat himself up directly against Simon’s chest, putting himself completely in his lap, just trying to kiss him more. The pressure on top of him had Simon suddenly letting loose a heavy gasp, as though he were trying to breathe for the first time.
“Oh, fuck, okay,” he mumbled into Grace’s mouth. “Grace-”
“Am I going too fast?” Grace asked, pulling away a little bit. “Just say the word, Simon, and I’ll get off of-”
“Don’t you dare move,” Simon almost growled, pressing his hand into the small of his back and keeping him in place. Realizing how harsh he’d sounded, Simon sighed. “Please. Please, don’t you dare move.”
Grace let out a playful gasp, scooting up as close as he could on top of Simon. The friction made him nearly let loose a pathetic whine, while Grace’s face had twisted into something sly and teasing.
“Is that Simon asking me for something politely?” Grace demanded, dropping down to plant another few kisses on his neck. “I didn’t think you could do that!”
“Grace, I swear to-” Simon grabbed him firmly and rolled him over in the bed, to which Grace yelped and clung tighter to him, his hair messy now and a stupid, captivating smile on his face that Simon delighted in seeing. He couldn’t force back his own stupid grin.
“You’ve seen me ask you things nicely plenty of times,” Simon shot at him. Grace’s grin turned to a smirk, and suddenly Simon was flipped around once more, to be laying flat on his back. With Grace sitting on top of his lap. Again. And actually straddling him.
Holy shit, Simon thought, completely blanking on anything that didn’t belong to Grace.
“And I have yet to see you politely ask me to keep doing something to you,” Grace pointed out right back, “because you’re just the world’s most direct guy ever, right?”
“You’re so screwed, Grace,” Simon warned him, yet unable to keep the sternness properly hidden behind a scowl. No, instead that stupid smile that always broke out in the presence of Grace emerged, and he only smirked right back.
“Considering how badly you seem to want me doing this,” Grace said, pressing himself down into Simon’s lap a little further, “I don’t think I’m the one getting screwed.”
The noise that left Simon’s mouth next was unlike any that he’d uttered before. A low gasp, mixing slightly with a melodic tremor in his throat, slipped out into open air, and his eyes almost drifted completely shut. The sudden rush of feeling that coursed through him deafened his senses entirely to the rest of the world, only knowing himself and Grace and the bed he’d allowed himself to so easily be pinned to.
“Oh my gosh,” Grace whispered as Simon writhed underneath him, jaw dropping as Simon covered his face again. “That was… that was actually adorable.”
“Excuse me?”
“Okay, no, wait, how do I make you do that again?” Grace asked, his curiosity and delight obvious. Simon twitched as Grace started to run his hands up under his shirt, the gentle brush of his fingers over skin sending tremors throughout his body. He almost had to bite back another gasp that tried to emerge from him at the feeling, and Grace grinned.
Grace pushed a hand down over his gills, and Simon couldn’t hold it back anymore as the pressure sent a rush of unknown pleasure coursing through him. A groan fully escaped him as Grace kept messing with him, and his hand came back up to grab a hold on his waist again.
“That’s how!” Grace said, almost hilariously pleased with himself. Simon couldn’t force back another groan of delight as Grace started rubbing small circles over the gill, the almost electric feeling of heat it sent through him completely removing his ability to think. “How does this feel, Simon?”
“F-fuck, just-” Simon pulled him down by the back of the neck, the sudden need arising in him way too quickly to ignore. Grace’s eyes went wide as Simon started to kiss him again, much less composed and definitely sloppier than he’d like to. “Okay, keep… keep doing that, please.”
“The gills?”
“Yes,” Simon said, his voice almost trembling now. They’d only been here for a few minutes at most, and already, he’d been coaxed into falling apart so easily. “That, please keep doing tha-at, Grace-!”
“Hey, you’re doing great,” Grace whispered, even as Simon’s voice broke on some of the words. “Do you want me to just keep at it with the gills for now?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Alright, I can do that.” Grace pulled out of Simon’s kisses a bit, instead moving to bite and suck at his neck. Right over where Simon had been disguising his gills.
Simon didn’t bother to hide the much louder noise that escaped him, an almost pathetic groan that had Grace running his hands over his sides just a little quicker. Simon leaned into the touch, like a thirsty man given water with how greedily he drank in feeling. Grace seemed to feel it, too, with how he suddenly let himself drop down onto Simon’s chest, kissing him a little harsher than before.
He ran his hand up below Grace’s shirt, feeling the movements of muscle underneath his fingers as he pulled him close. Grace jumped at the touch, and Simon waited for him to calm before resuming.
Grace shivered under the touch, the feeling only gently encouraging Simon’s exploration. He tried to kiss along Grace’s forehead, and promptly almost curled in on himself at the feeling of Grace’s mouth on his neck.
“Grace,” Simon breathed, pulling him in as close as he could. He wanted to hold Grace closer, he wanted to feel skin against skin, in a way he’d never known before. “Fuck, keep-”
“Simon, has anyone ever tried to clean out that filthy mouth of yours?” Grace asked, still with that playful tone, but with a shakier note to it as Simon’s fingers trailed along his back.
“What, you wanna be the first to try?” he asked. “Nobody’s been able to get it out of me, Grace.”
“Then I’ll just have to make you curse until you can’t breathe anymore,” Grace declared, and Simon felt his face go violently red.
“Actually- mmf!”
Grace’s mouth devoured any remaining words that he’d been about to speak, and Simon caved into it as delight poured through him. An unusual one, not a delight he frequently would find himself in.
But now? Now he craved it, wanted it, so badly that he rolled up into Grace, just looking for the relief he so desperately desired.
“Shit, Grace,” Simon mumbled through the kisses, through Grace playing with his tongue in ways that he barely could keep up with. “How… how are you so good at this?”
“Honestly?” Grace pulled away for a second, running a hand up Simon’s sides and resulting in another low groan from him. “I’m just trying stuff.”
“It’s fucking working,” Simon muttered softly. Grace’s excitement returned as he grinned at him, before moving to kiss him fiercely once more. He almost shoved his tongue down Simon’s throat, and he let out a rather colourful chorus of muffled curses at the feeling.
He squirmed underneath Grace, his entire body reacting to the sensation as he pulled himself up and into the feeling of the weight on top of him. Grace pushed down, just as eagerly, almost giggling through the little huffs of air that escaped him between kisses. Grace readjusted, his knees straddling Simon’s hips as one of his hands ran up along his neck. The little waves of pleasure that stemmed from the touch sent Simon reeling, heat building in his body even further.
“Oh, fuck, Grace,” he moaned, like, fully moaned this time. No way could he hide that, not with how loud it had been.
Simon leaned into Grace almost desperately, wishing in that moment that he did have more than one arm just so he could pull him in. Despite the fact that they were literally chest-to-chest, and Grace couldn’t have possibly gotten any closer, somehow they still managed it.
“Simon, I… holy shit, the noises that you’re making…”
“It’s stupid, I… I know,” Simon muttered, trying to clamp his mouth shut again. “I’m trying not to-”
“No, it’s not stupid!” Grace said immediately, kissing him again even as Simon tried to keep himself quiet. “That tells me that I’m doing something right, Simon.”
“It sounds stupid.”
“It’s not stupid. It’s… it’s nice to listen to,” he admitted, and Simon went completely, utterly red in the face as heat flushed through his body. “You sound really pretty. And your singing mixes with it really beautifully.”
“I… augh, stop!” Simon mumbled, trying to cover his embarrassment somehow while still keeping his hand on Grace. Unfortunately, his embarrassed grin remained. “You’re… I haven’t gotten to hear what you sound like!”
At that, Grace smiled sheepishly, turning away from him. Simon pulled his hand out from under Grace’s shirt and brought it up to his face, holding him firmly by the jaw and turning his head back to look at him. His face went completely red at the motion, and Simon grinned, as shaky as he might be right now.
“Hey, don’t hide, Grace,” he whispered quietly, and Grace mumbled something with his mouth shut. “What was that?”
“Why do you do this to me?” Grace mumbled, trying hilariously hard to cover his blush.
“Do what?”
“I can hear you being smug about it! You know exactly what I mean!”
“Okay, well, I’m still right.”
Grace let out another grumble, and Simon rolled his eyes as his smug smirk turned softer. “Just come here, Ryland.”
The way that Grace’s head snapped toward him almost made Simon’s heart stop out of worry for his neck. It almost looked like he’d cracked his neck, but Simon got no further time to confirm as Grace leaned back in again, kissing him with significantly more determination than before.
It clicked in Simon’s thoughts moments after Grace shoved his tongue back into Simon’s mouth, playing with him aimlessly. He did try to say something, but it came out as a muffled moan into Grace’s mouth.
Grace almost pulled him in by the back of the head as he slipped a hand up from his neck and into his hair. Simon groaned at the contact, pulling him in as he tried to speak again. This time, Grace noticed, pulling away slowly.
Fuck, the way Grace looked at him almost made him feel like the stars.
“You…” Grace stopped himself, glancing between Simon’s eyes and his lips. “I… it’s just been a while since anyone’s said my first name. And definitely not like… like that.”
“So the name’s what gets you going?” Simon asked, entirely aware of the fuckass grin on his face. “Not just trying to kiss the shit out of me?”
“I’m still gonna fix that mouth of yours,” Grace muttered, with an eye roll that Simon could tell was affectionate. “And I already know you like it when I do this.”
“Do- dammit, Grace,” Simon almost whined as Grace dragged a hand over his gills again, letting go of his face and dropping it down to his back. “It’s… mm, it’s hard to believe you’re just… trying things on me.”
“You don’t believe this handsome face?” Grace asked, kissing him deeply again. Simon could barely get an answer out between the pleasurable feeling of Grace’s hands on his skin and their mouths pressed together.
“Not when you t-touch me like that,” Simon mumbled. After a second, his smirk returned. “Something you’re not telling me, Ryland?”
“Dang it, Simon!” Grace whined, actually whined, and Simon felt entirely too much delight run through him at the sound. The two of them grasped at each other as they just tried to get closer, to feel skin on skin and lips on lips. “S-Simon, you are killing me!”
“Come on, then,” Simon whispered, barely able to pull in the air to speak between their sloppy making out. “Why don’t you try fucking ruining me, then?”
Grace actually pulled his head up to kiss him, and Simon groaned into it. They both reacted to the sound, with Grace almost whimpering as Simon’s hand slipped down his back to haul him as close as possible.
The friction of the movement had them both gasping in surprise. Simon whined sharply, his voice breaking into song as he felt a rush of heat burn through him. Grace hauled him in, cradling his head under his arm.
“Ryland,” he moaned, and Grace started to grind down onto his hips as he kissed Simon's neck. Simon’s voice completely broke, partly musical now, as the movement sent sudden waves of pleasure through him. “Oh, o-okay…”
“Good God, Simon,” Ryland said, so shakily and yet so wonderfully that Simon practically lurched upwards into him just to have him closer. Simon allowed his gills to fully emerge, and found himself immediately and violently struck with the sensitivity. He nearly cried out in delight at the feeling of Ryland’s hands on him.
“Are you okay?” Ryland asked, drawing his hands back but keeping an arm under Simon’s head. “Whoa, Simon, your… your gills-”
“Did… did it on purpose,” Simon managed to gasp out, his hand pulling Ryland back in. His hand brushed over the gills on his torso, and he writhed under the touch. “Fuck, fuck-!”
“I didn’t think that you were that sensitive there,” Ryland whispered, eyes half-lidded as he kissed Simon again.
“Feels- shit, hah, it feels good,” he whined wholeheartedly. The shakiness in his voice accompanied a pulse of heat through his body, and he could already feel himself getting harder. Ryland moved down and kissed at his gills, and Simon felt his voice slip into song. “Ryland, fuck, okay-!”
“If you’re gonna go… full blood-siren,” Ryland said, his breath entirely too heavy on Simon’s neck, “we should… we should probably t-take off our clothes so you don’t… tear them up.”
“M’not… not gonna,” Simon said. “I can control… the shifting eno-ough, Ryland-”
Simon’s shirt was suddenly lifted over his head, exposing his skin to the cooler air of the bedroom. He let out a slight yelp at the feeling, but allowed Ryland to pull the shirt off and pull his arm out. Ryland’s shirt came off immediately afterwards, and Simon couldn’t help taking the time to admire him.
The curvature and musculature were well-defined, flexing easily as Grace moved, from his arms to his shoulders to his stomach. Blonde hair ran down the lines of his chest and further down. Simon found himself filled with a wild array of unholy desires at the sight, most of which involved his mouth and Grace’s bare chest.
“Shoot, you’re beautiful,” Ryland said, an almost reverent tone to the words. Simon’s gills flared open slightly, and the second Ryland brushed a hand over them, he bucked up under the touch.
“You’re… you’re fucking amazing,” Simon said, grabbing Ryland by the shoulder and flipping him over in the bed. Ryland yelped, a sound that dissolved into gasping and whining as Simon started kissing all over his torso.
“S-Simon,” Ryland groaned, arching up into him. Simon could feel Ryland through his pants, and no doubt he could, too. “Simon, p-please keep doing th-at, oh shit!”
Simon’s whole brain snapped into overdrive the moment he realized exactly what had just happened. He’d broken Ryland’s composure enough that he’d let himself start cursing properly.
And somehow, in Simon’s pleasure-addled brain, he somehow found the cursing to be one hell of a turn-on.
“And you said you… that you’d clean out my mouth,” Simon teased, still kissing his way down Ryland’s front.
“I… I will,” he said, a determined tone nearly breaking at Simon’s mouth on his stomach. “Oh, fuck, Simon-”
Simon felt yet another rush of heat burn through his body, and he shifted on top of Ryland, trying to hide it a little bit. Ryland almost giggled, the breathy sound only worsening the need in him.
“I’m not… I’m not that oblivious,” Ryland whispered, before pulling Simon down onto him by the hips. Simon let out a surprised whine, because yep, he could definitely feel Ryland through his pants, and no doubt that went both ways.
Simon moaned as Ryland rolled up into him, stretching back up to kiss Ryland. The kisses were incredibly sloppy as they both allowed their hands to wander. He shuddered harshly as Ryland’s hands found his gills again, carefully messing with them and sending Simon’s entire body burning with delight.
Simon almost dropped, and at that, he was promptly flipped over again. Ryland sat directly on top of him, and he bucked up into him almost desperately. He’d never felt this kind of need before, and he knew it showed on his face based on just how delighted Ryland’s breathless giggling was.
“Are you… are you doing okay, Simon?” Ryland managed, his voice trembling.
Simon almost needed to take a second to breathe before he could reply. “Y-yeah, I’m… I’m doing great- shit, Ryland, fuck me-!”
“Do you… do you want that?”
“Fuck’s sake, yes!” Simon moaned, pulling him in and kissing him hard. Ryland whined desperately into it, grinding down onto Simon and well and truly revealing just how hard the both of them were. “Yes, Ryland! Do… do you want-”
“Absolutely,” Ryland panted, kissing him deeply to seal the deal.
A sense of relief pooled through Simon as he started to practically devour Ryland, warmth burning between them both as their movements became frantic and sloppy. Ryland started kissing all across his chest, still using his hands to mess with Simon’s gills.
Sparks of pleasure burned through him, his moans mixing with a flurry of curses that only earned him more of the touch he so desperately craved. Simon almost bucked under Ryland’s hands, the movement making them both grind against one another.
The remainder of their clothes came off, and Simon found himself practically squirming underneath Ryland as his sides were kissed to hell and back.
He only found himself able to curse between breathy, desperate sounds, barely able to keep his mouth shut the way he’d wanted to at the start of this.
“You’re… doing great, Simon,” Ryland panted out, his breath hot on his skin.”Just… just relax-”
“Ryland,” Simon groaned, his hand curling in the other man’s hair. The kisses became more insistent, and he could feel himself getting harder and wetter by the minute. “Fuck, okay-”
“I still have to see if I can clean out that mouth of yours.”
“Then why don’t you,” Simon said, lurching up and biting his neck, “put your mouth to… to good use, and fuck it out of me?”
“Is that a challenge?” Ryland asked, his hands pressing in on Simon’s side gills a little harder.
“I didn’t… hah, fuck… you wanna make it one?”
Ryland apparently needed no further provocation than that. He kissed his way down the front of Simon’s chest, hands feeling everywhere across him as Simon shuddered from the feeling of delight that burned through him. He couldn’t help the sounds escaping him at this point, barely trying to hold them back.
“You’re doing good, Simon,” Ryland said, and Simon groaned desperately as he tangled his fingers in his hair. Ryland grabbed his trembling legs and pushed them mostly apart, revealing Simon’s hardened and twitching cock.
The need practically boiled under his skin at the feeling, and a faint idea came to mind as Ryland started messing with him. If he was going to break, he sure as hell wasn't doing it alone.
“Ry,” he mumbled, and Ryland looked up immediately.
“Yeah?”
“I’ve… I’ve got an idea,” Simon said, a little weakly. He gestured to his other arm, and allowed himself to shift out a bit of the blood. Ryland looked at him, obviously curious, and he gestured toward him shakily. “I c-can use this to get you off.”
“Is that even remotely sanitary?”
“Haven’t… tried it before.”
Ryland blinked for a second, and for a moment, Simon wondered if he’d managed to screw something up. After that second, though, he smiled that wonderful smile that made Simon melt.
“Only… only one way to find out,” Ryland said. “For science.”
“For you, Ryland,” Simon corrected, and was promptly shut up by Ryland lurching back up and over him to kiss him ferociously. They both groaned into it, Simon’s hips jerking as Ryland pressed down onto him.
Simon allowed the blood arm to shift out, wrapping the almost tentacle-like appendage around Ryland’s stiff cock. Ryland drew out of the kiss with a sharp whine, already bucking and twitching at the play.
He drew down to Simon’s own dick and started kissing at the tip, and Simon nearly lost every semblance of thought in his head as he tried to roll up into it. Shaky moaning and cursing slipped free from him as Ryland continued to just toy with him, the sparks of pleasure they sent through him setting his entire body alight.
The grip of Simon’s tentacle-arm-thing tightened as he started to pump Ryland’s dick, trying to keep a slow pace even despite his own growing desperation.
“Simon-!”
Yeah, okay, screw slow-paced. He wanted this man to fuck the life out of him, and as the heat in him started to feel white-hot, Simon realized rather promptly that he wanted that now.
“Ryland, please,” Simon moaned, feeling his dick twitching as Ryland took him in his mouth. His moans turned to an almost surprised cry at the feeling, his breath coming quickly as he tried not to buck too harshly into Ryland’s face.
The feeling of his tongue swirling around his dick, sucking it carefully while whimpering thanks to Simon’s touch - all of it became an overwhelming storm of white-hot pleasure, and he couldn’t even keep himself from letting out nonsense song, interspersed with his needy moans and whines.
Ryland’s own delighted moaning mounted in volume as Simon’s pace sped up, and as he let go of Simon’s cock to breathe for a second, the sound rang in his ears and only encouraged him further.
“Ryland, pleas- fuck, I can’t-!”
Simon’s words completely dissolved into senseless noise as Ryland took him a bit deeper than last time, sucking him harder, and he barely had the sense to stop himself from bucking into his mouth. He had enough left, though, to quicken his pace, and Ryland let out a choked, almost relieved sound as he continued to play with him using the tentacle.
Ryland gagged around him, and Simon found that he no longer had the breath to continue cursing. He tried to buck into him even further, and Ryland let out an abrupt, muffled sound.
Too much, too much, the stimulation was becoming so much for him, and Simon’s added sensitivity only made it worse.
Ryland let out a muffled, high-pitched cry as he suddenly bucked forward into the tentacle fucking him, and Simon quickened his pace as the heat burning in his body reached a climax. Simon let out a sharp wail as he came, and Ryland pulled away from him as he did. He didn’t move fast enough to avoid getting it on his face, though.
Simon lay there, completely breathless and shaking like a madman. It took entirely too much effort to breathe normally, and he shifted both his gills and the blood tentacle away to restore as much function to his lungs as he possibly could. After a few moments, Ryland crawled up on the bed next to him, panting heavily and collapsing into him without any question.
He looked over, and almost started giggling. Ryland’s face turned confused, before realizing what Simon might be laughing at.
“You’ve… you’ve got something on your face,” Simon said, trying incredibly hard not to burst out laughing. An effort that was failing, despite his efforts.
“I noticed,” Ryland said, trying and failing equally hard to hide his own giggles. “You kinda put it there.”
“Stop, no! Don’t say it like that!” Simon couldn’t stop himself from completely breaking out into laughter now, and Ryland followed shortly after the fact. “Don’t you dare say it like that again!”
“You literally did!”
“No-ho, quit it!”
“You are so giggly, what the fuck?” Ryland said, still failing to hide his own laughter as Simon rolled over to face him. He could only laugh harder at the cursing, and Ryland grabbed him to pull him in closer. “Why are you laughing so much!? You’re making me laugh!”
“I don’t know!” he managed. “I feel good, I think? Is this what normally happens after sex?”
“I don’t know that, I’ve barely had any!” Ryland answered, and at that, they both broke into uncontrollable fits of laughter.
It went on like that for a while, and whenever they managed to stop for a bit, someone would inevitably look at the other and they’d break out into laughter all over again. By the time that Simon actually managed to calm himself down, his stomach hurt from giggling and he was basically wheezing trying to catch his breath.
“Okay, okay!” Ryland wheezed, pushing himself up out of the bed. Simon stiffened at the sudden lack of warmth, and it seemed mostly clear to him that Ryland was hesitating, too. “I’m gonna go clean off my face, I’ll be right back.”
“Do you have to?” Simon asked, and found himself shocked to realize that he was actually pouting.
“Yes, because I don’t want this crusting into my beard, genius,” Ryland said, getting up off the bed and lightly tapping his knee with one hand. “Trust me, you don’t want to see me clean-shaved. I look so weird.”
Simon attempted to envision Ryland without a beard, and promptly decided that he didn’t mind either way. “Yeah, but then it’ll be cold.”
“There’s six blankets underneath you,” Ryland whispered, something in his eyes softening. He knew Simon hated the cold, even as warm as he ran. “Get underneath those, and I’ll come back.”
“Fine, fine,” Simon mumbled, and with that, Ryland disappeared into the other room. He heard some water running, and Simon sighed as he scooted his way under the blankets.
Ryland had not been lying - there were at least six blankets with the bottom most one being a thick quilt. The result was one of the heaviest covers of blankets Simon had ever laid under, and subsequently, the quickest he’d ever warmed up while in bed. Aside from earlier. That was a different kind of warming up.
Simon actually found himself feeling… comfortable in a bed. For the first time in years, he actually found himself sinking into the mattress and relaxing, like nothing could go wrong while he stayed under the covers. Not only that, but the longer he stayed, the warmer it was. He couldn’t quite remember how long it had been since the last time he’d slept comfortably in any bed, or an even remotely warm one.
A minute passed, and out of nowhere, the warmth was suddenly disturbed by a rush of cold air. Simon let out a grumble, his exhaustion already starting to weigh on him as Ryland dropped under the covers.
“It’s cold again now,” Simon complained.
“You’ll warm up in like, two minutes,” Ryland said. “You’ll be fine, you big baby.”
Without any warning, Ryland scooted closer and wrapped his arms around him, basically burying his freshly cleaned face into Simon’s chest.
“Clingy,” Simon mumbled, yet burying his face in Ryland’s hair regardless. The comfort of it all, the warmth… It felt like more than enough.
“You’re one to talk,” Ryland muttered, equally as tired. His voice remained soft, something gentle and easy for his mind to latch onto.
Simon sighed contentedly, letting himself relax properly for the first time in a really, really long time.