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Grace hadn't had a cycle since he was forced on the Hail Mary. Too much stress, too much to do in too little time, that his body refused any chance of getting pregnant. Ergo, no menstrual cycle in sight. He hadn't minded, he couldn't imagine how annoying it'd be to have a period while also saving two planets from imitate death because of a star eating microbe. The point is, Ryland Grace hasn't felt this pent-up since… he honestly can't recall, he doesn't even remember it being this bad when he was going through puberty.
He had since healed from his prolonged starvation on the trip to Erid and his stress levels have gone down quite a bit ever since he got his roots planted on the alien planet. He has Rocky and Adrian, for one, and has even made meaningful connections outside those two. Though, they will always be implanted into that special place in his heart that no one else will ever replace. He also has a job that he loves, and his class of students are just perfect, they pick up on his lessons faster than he can teach them. For the first time in a long time, Grace is loving the direction his life is going, he's feeling fulfilled, cared for, and like his input matters to more than just himself and his kids. He's also gotten into tip-top shape, (which he is proud of and will brag about) and there are even nitrogen rich soil advancements being made by the bio-dome team, so he'll soon be able to plant a garden. Hooray! Vegetables! All and all, he's the most content he's ever felt since leaving earth, possibly even more so.
His body, traitorous body, seems to share the same sentiment. He felt the small, dull aches of ovulation pains about 2 days ago. A familiar pang in his abdomen that he's accustomed to ignoring. He had already had his suspicions, but the cramping only confirmed it. He had wondered if his body would fully go back to normal, and there is definitely relief that the time he spent eating only taumoeba didn't kill his fertility, even if he didn't really have a use for it, being the only human in the star system and all. Either way, he was glad his bodily functions were going back to normal.
The problem, as previously stated, is that not only is he feeling the full effects (arousal) of ovulation, but it seems to have come back with a vengeance hell bent on ruining his life, killing him, or both. He is so horny that it's hysterical, almost funny, if not for the fact that he can't seem to get a grip on himself. Grace never thought the intricacies of architecture would get him going until Adrian had explained the plans of a new congregation building that they were the head architect for. These buildings are made for thrums, this one seems to be for the public community rather than a private ‘government’ one and works like a classic reverb room. That much Grace remembers. He also remembers being soaked during the conversation, it was because of how passionate Adrian was about it. Their voice gorgeous, deep, he had felt it in his bones. Grace was a weak man, after all.
He always thought Adrian was attractive, even just from how Rocky would talk about them on their journey to Erid, Grace easily gathered that Adrian was incredibly intelligent, kind, and patient while also being a little intimidating. (Grace was definitely intimidated by Adrian at first, they are much larger than Rocky and stands at about the same height as himself.) They command a room with a quiet authority, and it's hard not to admire such a presence. Meeting them in person only solidified the fact that Grace was, for all intents and purposes, a xenophile for the two eridians. He'll admit it to himself but he'd also keep it to himself. (Telling your two MARRIED best friends you want to fuck them is not very polite, Ryland!)
That brings him to today, most of which he has spent in the lovely home the eridians built for him, in his bed, with three fingers in his cunt and his other hand on his dick desperately trying and subsequently failing to get himself off. He is soaked. His cunt is gushing fluids, he's covered in a generous layer of sweat and tears as he's spent the last hour or so trying to pull what is sure to be a mind-shattering orgasm out of his body. He's also not succeeding at such a task. He has convinced himself that he's just rusty, he didn't try to rub one out on the Hail Mary, especially not when Rocky found him and assumed it was just his body relearning what to do with pleasure. It definitely wasn't because it was his own hands and not the strong, competent claws of- NO, nope, he was not going down that particular rabbit hole, especially not when his fingers were pumping in and out of himself with a fervor.
His dick was swollen with blood, twitching against his fingers as they rubbed against the raw and sensitive bundle of nerves in slow, methodical circles. He felt like he was burning up, skin flushed and hot to the touch, he had to take all of his clothes off after a while just so he could breathe. He was a mess, a leaking, soaking, panting mess of wound up nerves and pure unadulterated need. He felt like he would explode if he didn't cum soon and unfortunately for him, he would soon be interrupted in his efforts as he heard the tell-tale sounds of Rocky and Adrian busting through his front door and clambering through his house. Or, well, Rocky clambering with Adrian entering normally. They were the more sensible one of the two, remembering their manners more often despite being very familiar with Grace at this point.
He barely had time to rip his hands off himself and pull the blankets over his exposed body before Rocky was standing right in the entrance of his bedroom with Adrian in tow. Both of them ‘staring’ with rigid posture, surely paying attention to the gush of fluid that leaked out of his cunt and onto his ruined sheets when he hastily pulled his fingers out.
“... Grace masterbate, question?” Rocky was as blunt as ever, not really caring for Grace's dignity, or, what little was left of it anyway.
“What ever happened to knocking, Rocky?!?” Grace all but screeched, indigent and voice tight. If his face wasn't beet red already, it definitely was now. His grip tightened around the blanket, a futile attempt at privacy, considering the eridians could just see (hear) right through it.
Rocky, ever the sarcastic and borderline sadistic being he was, tapped the ground three times in a faux knock.
“There, Rocky knock. Grace masterbate, question?” He repeats the question, as if Grace didn't hear him the first time he asked and he doesn't think he could be more embarrassed.
“Yes, Grace masterbate. Which, if you remember, is very private for humans so-” Grace hisses and gestures a ‘shoo’ motion, which he regrets immediately because, wow, his fingers are literally dripping.
“Grace need assistance, question?” Now it's Adrian's turn to torture him with their softer yet more baritone voice. The larger eridian makes their way past Rocky, stopping at the edge of the bed, tapping the floor gently to get a better image of the mess Grace has made. Grace feels his dick twitch and his inside clench at the knowledge that Adrian is getting a near perfect view of his shattered dignity.
Both of the eridians have a knack for knowing when something was amiss with him. Just the perks of being able to hear past walls, and subsequently, past and through Grace's body. He's 100% sure they can and already have seen the signs of frustration in him, his blood flushing to the surface of his skin, his heart beating wildly against his ribcage, his uneven and ragged breathing, and obviously, the tears leaking out of his eyes.
“I- no? What are you- do you even- what?!” Grace stutters out, struggling to find his voice, especially with the new proximity of Adrian being right there.
Rocky decides to join his beloved mate at the edge of the bed, one claw reaching to grasp at the blanket and stopping just short of contact. Grace wishes Rocky would just rip the fabric off of him-
“Grace need assistance, statement. Rocky use earth thinking machine to research. Grace experience sexual frustration, question?” Jesus christ Rocky. The eridian has no shame. Grace guesses it can't be helped, as far as he knows, eridians approach sexual activities very differently than humans. Which is to say that they don't experience shame around sex and view it like how humans view eating, a completely natural and necessary process. However, Grace was not an eridian, and still prioritized privacy.
“I should have put parental controls on that thing-” Grace groans, his legs closing tighter when he feels his cock throb in protest from the neglect. Adrian spots this immediately.
“Adrian also research. Adrian also knows masterbate bring human shame, but Adrian and Rocky aren't human. So no shame, statement.” That was… a little reassuring, but he's still hung up on the fact that they want to help him. His human morals tell him to say no, that he isn't some homewrecking hussy, even if the eridians have no concept of monogamy. In fact, Rocky and Adrian being the only two in their relationship is actually seen as odd by eridian standards.
“Well, Grace is human and… and I don't want to get in the way of you and Rocky's partnership.” Grace says quietly, his eyes falling to the soft fabric of the blanket in his lap. He hears a quiet chirping sound from both eridians. Their laughing. Before he even has time to hide his face in shame, Rocky claw finally grabs the blanket and yanks it to the side, exposing Grace's bare body to the world. Grace makes an embarrassing noise.
“Grace stupid stupid stupid. Adrian and Rocky love Grace. Grace is Rocky and Adrian mate, we want Grace ‘in the way’.” Two of Rocky's claws find his knees, a soft purring noise coming from him. “Grace experience sexual frustration, question?”
Grace's mouth falls open and then closes and opens again in a gobsmacked expression, a tight exhale leaving him. They want him? just like he wants them? Usually, Grace would let his thoughts spiral down the overthinking drain, but his cunt is aching for touch, Rocky and Adrian's touch, and he finds he has no more energy to try and argue why this would be just a terrible idea. “Yes… I'm very frustrated. Just- do you two even know what to do?”
“Grace worry worry worry. Yes, Adrian and Rocky know what to do.” Adrian pipes up, moving carefully onto the bed and without much fanfare pushes Grace back down onto the bed with a massive claw on his chest. Grace let's out an ‘oof’ sound as the air rushes from his lungs, both from the impact and also because he's finally getting what he's aching for. Rocky, following suit, pries Grace's legs open easily, a low rumbling noise vibrating the air around them as he moves closer to look at the mess between Grace's legs. Holy crap-
“Grace so pretty! Grace so leaky… Rocky and Adrian fix problem, always fix problem for Grace!” The eridian trills happily, Grace barely has time to prepare himself before Rocky's claw is moving towards his wet folds, gingerly running a claw over his swollen clit, and Grace keen’s high in his throat. He's so sensitive right now, and the warmth radiating off the xenonite suit is seeping right into his already overheated cunt.
Grace feels himself holding his breath as Rocky gently takes his dick between two claws and begins to jerk him off at a moderate pace, a gentle up and down motion, feeling Grace's body out. He let's out a shuddering exhale, a quiet, held back moan following shortly after. Oh God, oh God- it feels so good already, and it doesn't help that he had already worked himself up in a frenzy, and- oh my God- Rocky's other claw has reached down and is slowly pushing inside of his abused hole-
“Ughnn- wait- wait-” Rocky, deciding that he does, in fact, have mercy within himself, stops but he doesn't remove his claws yet, just stops.
“Grace ok, question?” He sounds a little worried, like he believes he's hurt Grace when the reality is quite the opposite. Grace just doesn't want to cum this soon. He can only imagine how embarrassing it would be that the exact moment the eridians started touching him, he immediately cums.
“No, no you didn't hurt me Rocky.” Grace reassures shakily, one of his own hands reaching down to grasp onto Rocky's arm, his other hand grasping onto Adrian, grounding himself with their solid warmth. “Just… a little overwhelming. Take it slow, buddy.” Grace says, or, whines, he's definitely whining right now.
Rocky complies, lucky for Grace, and Adrian gently cradles Grace's head in their claw, softly wiping his sweat soaked hair from his face, humming and cooing wordlessly at the human, kind of like one soothes a beloved pet. That thought has his cunt clenching down on Rocky's claw, he'll think about the implications of that later, for now he has to worry about not blowing it in three seconds flat.
Adrian's hand finds the back of his head, giving an experiential tug to his hair, Grace easily follows the motion with a deep groan. Adrian holds him in that steady grip, their second hand soothing up and down the expanse of his chest, gently rubbing over his nipples. Grace feels like he's about to leave his body, and his chest arches up into Adrian's tender touch with a whine.
Rocky, going much slower than last time, continues working over and in Grace's cunt. He'd already stretched himself out, so it doesn't take too long before Rocky's balled up claw is settled inside him. He doesn't hear so much as he feels a deep noise come from Rocky, the vibrations traveling through his body into all the right places.
“I wonder how deep I can get.” Rocky groans in a pitch outside of Grace's hearing range, but not outside of Adrian's.
“Not too much, my life song, this is for our beloved star, remember?” Adrian purrs in response. “We will have time to experiment further, later.”
Rocky hums deeply in agreement, watching Grace twitch beneath the both of them, his attention only sharpens as he pushes his arm in further, just below the first measuring notch etched into the appendage. He stares as Grace expands around the intrusion, so soft and malleable, and wet. Lewd, Rocky thinks, so very lewd.
“Hahhh… fuu-dge, Rocky please-” Grace breaths out, feeling his body going limp as his legs start to shake. The sheer width of Rocky's arm is much thicker than anything he's ever taken before, and he knows it'll only get more intense from here. He tries not to think too hard about how excited that realization has him, and Adrian certainly helps with that when they take the swollen bud of his nipple between their claws and lightly pinches, then rolls it.
Grace isn't sure what noises he's making but he knows they're downright pathetic and needy. Breathy, high squeals and guttural moans as his hips rock down onto Rocky's hand. Another one of Rocky's hands grasps onto Grace's inner thigh, pushing and holding his hips down into place, Adrian matching the action on his other leg. He feels like a bug under a microscope, fully pinned down, save for his arms, and at the complete mercy of the two people he trusts most. Nothing could be better than this. Nothing.
Rocky keeps the hand inside him stagnant, but he works over his clit diligently, tilting his carapace down like he's trying to get the best look he can. Grace can't even look down to see, since his hair is still in the gentle but firm grip of Adrian's claw, however the angle does give him a perfect view of the ventral side of Adrian's carapace, which had started to open and leak mercury. Grace's breath hitches at the sight, and if he didn't know the mercury was poison to him, he would have begged to get his mouth on them.
“See what Grace does, question? Grace make Rocky and Adrian wait so, so long. Stupid human make Adrian impatient.” A growl comes from Adrian, an airy trill following right after as they shutter. “But Rocky and Adrian wait wait wait. Wait for when Grace is ready, even if we wanted to take instead.”
Grace can't help but believe for a moment that he's dreaming, that he'll wake up soon. If it wasn't for the pressure of Rocky's hand inside him, he would have believed it further. Grace is left speechless at that, maybe after this he'll tell them about a few human kinks they'll be sure to enjoy, mainly ‘free-use’ but his brain is mush and his tongue feels like a useless piece of lead in his mouth. All he can do is moan and whimper in response, hoping he's conveying his sheer delight at the admission.
He doesn't even realize how close he is until his thighs start to shake under their hands, his cunt clenching down around Rocky's arm, his back arching up and up and up-
“Oh- please please please-” Grace slurs before it all comes crashing down on him like a powerful wave, tightening around Rocky like a vice, a gush of fluids pushing out and around Rocky's arm. His vision goes spotty from the sheer force of the orgasm that hits him, his breath trapped in his lungs before being exhaled as a loud shout. The relief that washes over him feels heavenly, his body slumping limply in the eridians hold, only to tighten again when he feels Rocky's arm pushing further in.
“Good Grace, good good good. So perfect for Rocky and Adrian. Up to second notch. Take so well, statement!” Rocky's voice sounds fuzzy to Grace's ears, but the praising tone registers immediately and only makes him twitch with more need. Adrian coo's in astonishment, their grip in his hair relaxing, allowing Grace to see the mess he's made of Rocky's xenonite suit and the bed below. A shiver runs down his spine when Rocky continues rubbing his dick, slower, but it's enough to bring him to the very edge of overstimulation.
“Rock- oh god- Adrian, it's too much-” Grace babble’s, but he can't bring himself to ask them to stop. He doesn't want them to stop, he wants them to take take take as much as they want from him until there is nothing left to take. “Keep going, don't stop please…”
He sucks in desperate breaths of air, feeling light headed when Rocky starts to thrust his arm in and out of his cunt, Rocky's deep purrs of adoration reverberating against his sensitive walls, right up against his g-spot, making him see stars. Grace's head thumps back down onto Adrian's hand below, his body writhing against their hold on him uncontrollably, his body having a mind of it's own.
Adrian slowly adjusts their position until they are directly over him ‘facing’ Rocky with their now leaking ventral side right over his face.
“Grace sound so pretty when touched! Good mate, Grace take 🎵🎶🎵 well, Adrian sure of it!” Grace isn't sure what that particular word means, and before he can even ask, he's silenced with a slightly harsher thrust of Rocky's fist.
“Adrian correct! Grace will make good 🎶🎶🎵 for 🎵🎶🎵, statement. Not today, but soon.” Rocky says in agreement, trilling happily when he's able to push into Grace at the third notch. Grace feels like he's about to be split in half with the girth of it, his body struggling to accommodate the solid mass of Rocky's arm, the ache of it is pleasurable in a way Grace never knew it could be.
Grace squeals again, his pinned hips feebly bucking against Rocky. Adrian moves from his thoroughly tortured nipple onto the neglected one, bushing over and pinching it with abandon while Rocky abuses his clit and cunt. Grace is definitely sure he'll be sore tomorrow, he isn't even sure he'll be able to walk after all of this.
Grace pants both of their names in quick succession, unable to think of anything else but Rocky and Adrian and how good they are making him feel right now. It's almost too much, no, it's definitely too much at this point as he teeters towards another mind-breaking orgasm, but he knows he needs it at this point.
Grace feels more tears welling up in his eyes, falling down his cheeks as he let's out a pitiful sob, almost thrashing against the bed as he gets closer and closer to cumming again in such a short amount of time after an hour of him basically teasing himself stupid. He would feel more embarrassed about it if he wasn't also getting fucked within an inch of his life.
“Rocky- Adrian- ‘m gonna cum… please let me- I need to-” Adrian doesn't let him finish, cutting him off with a claw pressing past his lips and exploring the depths of his mouth. Grace groans and sobs around it, letting his jaw go slack and allowing Adrian to do as they please with him. Grace could definitely get used to this, he would let them keep him like this forever if they could.
“Grace 🎵🎶🎶🎵 for Rocky and Adrian, statement. Only for Rocky and Adrian.” Rocky's tone isn't like anything Grace has ever heard from him before, he'd classify it as possessive if he was in his right mind, but it seems his mushy brain picks up on it anyway as a roaring fire ignites in his gut. He whines, sobs, and moans around Adrian's hand, begging the best he can in muffled plea’s over and over again as he is thrown over the edge once again.
This time, Grace passes out with a pleased noise, going completely slack against his bed, his eyes rolling back into his head before shutting. Rocky and Adrian, give them grace, panic a little and immediately clamber off the beloved savior, about to chastise themselves for pushing Grace too far before Grace comes back to his exhausted body slowly.
“Grace! Grace okay, question?!” Adrian's frantic voice finds his ears, feeling their hands ghosting over his pleasure numbed body with concern. “Grace answer Adrian, statement!” Rocky chimes with the same level of frantic worry, hands still wet from Grace's release as they soothe over his hips.
“Yes I'm… im okay.” Grace's voice comes out a little hoarse, an airy giggle falling from his lips, his shaky hands finding both of the eridians in an attempt to console both of them. “I just had the best sex of my life. I'm okay, just got a little overwhelmed, is all.”
That get’s both of the eridians to relax a little, though they still look at little guilty, which only makes Grace laugh. Rocky always loved Grace's laugh, and he melts at the sound. Adrian begins to giggle as well, offering a quiet apology as they lean towards Grace's touch.
“apology, apology. Adrian and Rocky try not to be too rough. Adrian and Rocky get too excited. Push Grace too far.” they croon sweetly, their hand returning to his hair, petting him gently, once again making him feel like a pet being soothed. He leans into their touch, slowly raising himself up, wincing the slightest bit at the soreness between his legs.
“Don't apologize. I liked it… I liked it a lot, actually.” Grace suddenly feels bashful again. Post nut clarity is always a bitch. However, the positive attention he's receiving is definitely curbing most of the shame he'd usually feel in this type of situation. “I'd really like it if…” Grace trails off with a small hum, weighing out the consequences of this conversation.
“Would like if what, question?” Rocky asks quietly, hopefully, tilting his carapace to the side in a very endearing way, Grace thinks.
“If we could, maybe, make this a… regular thing?” Grace offers hesitantly, voice so quiet he almost can't hear himself. He closes his eyes, bracing for a rejection that doesn't come as Rocky throws himself at Grace in a tight hug.
“Yes yes yes! Grace become Adrian and Rocky mate! We have 🎶🎶🎵🎵 much more now, statement!” Rocky chatters excitedly, being mindful not to crush the fragile human in his embrace. Adrian, who had temporarily excused themselves, comes back with a clean cloth, and gently cleans the drying mess on Grace's skin with a revenant touch.
“Silly human, even after 🎶🎶🎵🎵 Grace still feels like Grace has to ask.” They chuckle and Grace feels his face flush once more. Yeah, Grace, they were both just inside you, duh. Grace, nevertheless, chuckles as well, wrapping his arms around the both of them once Adrian is done cleaning him, as much as they can anyway. He's definitely taking a shower after a nap.
On cue, Grace yawns, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Well, I guess I'll have to put my eridian courtship knowledge to use, then.”
“After Grace sleep, statement. Rocky and Adrian watch.” Rocky grabs the discarded blanket, pulling it back over Grace before settling down at his side, Adrian moving to loaf up by where his head will lay and Grace has never felt more loved.