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“Grace…” Simon kisses down Grace’s neck, his hand sliding up under his shirt, “My Angel…let me repay you for everything you’ve done for me.”
Grace, snapping out of how good it felt to have Simon’s lips and hand on him, “Simon!” He pushes him away. “Simon, n-no! No you don’t have to…to repay me for anything. None of this is…is some debt.” Shaking his head and scooting away to put some distance between them, except Simon grabs his hand to keep him from leaving.
“I know, Angel-”
“I’m not an angel, Simon-”
“You are to me.” He gives Grace a rarely seen soft smile, “Please, just let me do this.”
“No! No, Simon I’m not going to make you do-”
“You’re not making me do anything.”
“I didn’t help you expecting some…some payment or anything-”
“Angel.”
“And even if I did well that…that would just be horrible of me! Saving the last human I’ll ever meet just for…this!”
“Grace.”
“Simon you should know I’m not like that! I offered to have your own house built or expand the biome so you didn’t feel stuck with me-”
“Ryland!” Simon finally snaps, clapping his hand over Grace’s mouth. “Just…shut the fuck up.”
Grace pries Simon’s hand off of him, but stills holds it gently. “Si-”
“Nope. Stop talking.” He brings Grace’s hand to his lips, kissing it. “I want this. I want you. You’re not making me do anything.”
“...really?”
“Yes.”
“Me? You want…with me?”
“Ryland.”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry it’s just…hard to believe.” He throws his hands up and runs them through his hair. “...you sure?”
“Ryland Grace.”
“Okay! Okay, I get it, I’ll…stop asking.” He pauses. “Okay but-” Before he can continue asking, Simon is kneeling down in front of him, killing any words in his mouth and throat and brain. Probably forever.
Simon is looking up at him through strands of dark hair that falls in front of his face. It was the most beautiful sight Grace has ever seen. And before he could even process what was happening, Simon’s hand slides under his shirt, kissing along his stomach to his chest as it’s pulled off of him. “Grace, my Angel, I want this. I promise, okay?” Simon’s voice is gentle as he presses a soft kiss to Grace’s lips.
Grace leans forward, chasing the kiss as Simon pulls away. “Right yeah okay…”
Simon chuckles, god he loved that sound, and gives him another quick kiss. And another. And another. Grace could keep kissing him forever. While they kiss, Simon’s hand travels back down Grace’s now bare chest to the waist band. Still getting used to only having one arm, he’s a little uncoordinated undoing Grace’s pants, but eventually gets it while also keeping Grace distracted (and more importantly, quiet) with kisses.
He has barely been processing any of this, focused entirely on Simon’s lips on his own. Until Grace feels Simon’s hand wrap around his length, sending a shiver up his spine. He can feel his face turning red and instinctively hides his face with his hands.
Now with successfully shutting Grace up, Simon’s kisses move down to his neck. “You’re beautiful, Angel.” He says in that low, soft voice Grace has maybe heard twice before but now can’t imagine living without. After feeling Simon leave soft, lingering kisses down his body, he finally peaks through his fingers at Simon leaning his face against his inner thigh as he continues stroking him. “There’s my Angel.”
“Simon…” Grace covers his mouth, his eyes quickly darting away.
“Hey, c’mon…I wanna look at you.”
Reluctant and embarrassed, Grace removes his hands, his face already flushed and his eyes refusing to meet Simon’s.
“Grace.”
“Fine…” He mutters, finally looking down at Simon.
He smiles, God who let this man look so cute? “There we go.” Simon keeps looking up at him while his hand keeps moving. “Wish I still had two hands, I wanna touch more of you.”
“W-well I could ask Rocky about building you a-”
“Ryland, don’t talk about Rocky right now.”
“R-right yeah, not the time sorry-”
He’s cut off by Simon suddenly licking his slit, licking up precum that was already leaking, which pulls a sharp breath from him. “Grace, you can calm down.”
“I am calm-” Simon licks up his length, causing Grace’s voice to falter. “Simon!”
He looks up at Grace with faux innocence. “What?”
Grace blushes. “Wha-? You know what!”
“No idea, Angel.” Simon smirks, keeping eye contact with him as he continues kissing along him, watching Grace’s face get redder with each one.
Grace wants to argue back. He can’t. He can’t do anything but stare at this beautiful man who wants to take care of him. What did he ever do to deserve this? Probably the whole saving the stars thing, yeah that was pretty important. But still! Simon was worth having to save…a lot more! He’s finally pulled out of his own thoughts by Simon taking him in his mouth.
It takes every bit of restraint that Grace has left to not grab Simon’s hair and start thrusting into his throat, leading Grace to realize he might be much more dominant then he thought he was. While he’s thinking, Simon manages to take him all into his mouth, running his tongue around before looking up at Grace.
Ryland Grace could die a happy man right here.
He doesn’t get to relish the sight for long as Simon already gets to work, quickly getting a steady pace going. Grace…doesn’t really know what to do. He just sits there, hands gripping the couch so tight he could probably rip a hole through the fabric, watching Simon’s head bop up and down and listening to the lewd noises it makes. He almost doesn’t notice Simon’s hand sliding up his chest, rubbing over his nipple. The feeling makes Grace hold back a small moan, biting his lip. Which is stupid it’s their house in their dome with no one around, why is he so scared of making noises-
Simon’s hand finds one of his, and interlocks their fingers. All the tension seems to finally melt out of Grace, letting out a breath as he leans back into the couch. Making sure to keep holding onto Simon’s hand, the other lets go of the couch as well and finally finds its way into Simon’s hair.
He buries his hand in those dark locks, gripping tightly but still letting Simon go at his own pace. Which, Simon had decided, was fast. He really wasn’t kidding about wanting this with him.
And poor Grace was already so close. Simon’s mouth was so warm, just like the rest of his body always was. When Grace’s grip on his hair would tighten and a moan or breath or Simon’s name would leave his lips, he could feel Simon hum around his dick. When Simon would pull back, he would always lick around his tip before diving back down. And the sharp teeth Simon had and hated, oh how careful he was being about them.
It was a miracle Grace was lasting as long as he has.
Grace, for the first time, tugs on Simon’s hair in an attempt to pull him away. “Si…Simon m’close…” He manages to get out.
Except Simon doesn’t pull away, instead he speeds up.
“Si…Si please, I’m not gonna last-” Grace doesn’t even manage to get the words out as Simon takes all of him into his throat as Grace cums. And while Grace’s eyes are shut tight, he can feel Simon swallowing all of it.
When he does finally pull off with a pop, he wraps his arm around Grace’s waist and pulls the limp man down into his lap. “Still with me, Angel?”
Grace hums, nodding.
Simon kisses his forehead and simply holds him close as Grace cuddles closer, nestling his head under his chin.
“You…you’re good at that.” Grace tells him when he finally finds his voice.
“Yeah? Well…I’m glad it was good for you.”
Grace giggles. “Yeah it was really good-” He cuts himself off as he suddenly sits up. “You haven't cum! Do you uh, want me-”
“I did.”
“What?”
“In pants. You’re hot.” And before Grace can start rambling again, Simon preemptively shuts him up with a kiss.