Work Text:
Grace awoke to warmth surrounding him and lips all over his neck and face. It didn’t take long for him to register that it was Simon. There was a clear eagerness to him, not unusual and certainly not unwanted.
“Mmh, morning Si,” he half moaned as he turned to kiss Simon’s hand at his cheek, eyes still closed. As soon as the other saw Grace was awake, his hand moved down, kneading those Erid gravity strengthened thighs. Simon’s lips trailed kissed down to Grace’s neck, licking, kissing, biting.
“Ahh, eager are we?” Grace giggled, bringing his hands up to stroke Simon’s hair like he likes, tangling his fingers in the long, dark locks and pulling a little. Though not enough to pull him away, just squeezing, drawing a low groan from Simon.
“Mhm, look so pretty in the morning light, can’t help it,” Simon all but moaned into Grace’s skin. Grace assumed that meant ‘yes’. He opened his eyes as Simon pulled away. The dark haired man was flushed with arousal already, pupils blown wide and lips sporting a slight sheen from kissing Grace all over. The biodome light shone through the thin curtains, illuminating him in a golden hue. He was a vision.
Grace just stared for a moment. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was. Simon whined slightly, squeezing Grace’s thigh a little harder as to remind him of what he wants.
Every time Simon was this desperate, it awoke something so ravenous and teasing and maybe a little sadistic in Grace. He wanted nothing more than to take that man apart so slowly, wanted to make him beg and squirm. Grace bit his lip and slotted a thigh between Simon’s, bringing his hands to the other’s hips. He pulled Simon forward, grinding him down. The man was so hard already. Good.
“Aw, baby. Want me to help you with that?” Grace continued to guide Simon’s hips, keeping eye contact through a hooded gaze, taking in every little shift in expression. Simon began panting after the second roll of his hips, his brows furrowed. At the fourth, he broke the eye contact, rolling his eyes back into his head with a sharp half sob of an exhale.
Simon broke out of his haze just enough to remember that Grace had just asked him a question. He nodded vigorously, gripping the thigh he was riding as if Grace would rip it away at any second.
“Oh baby, you know how this goes. Use your words.” Grace took on that familiar commanding tone that could break Simon so completely. He whimpered, hips stuttering as he tried to fight through the pleasure driven fog enough to make words leave his mouth.
“Yes, yes please please please.” His words came out in a gravelly mess, the last word pitching up in a moan.
“Good.” Grace praised before leaning in to mouth at those mutated veins at Simon’s neck. He knew every way to make the other melt and he’d be using them all. “Hey Si? Wanna play with you a little, that ok?” He said between kisses and licks.
Simon’s head was a mess. His thoughts shot between variations of ‘answer the question dammit’, and nothing but the feeling of Grace’s lips on his neck. In his head he was screaming ‘yes, yes, god yes’ but his mouth just wouldn’t cooperate. All he could do was whimper vague inclinations of the word. Until Grace pulled back.
Simon whined at the loss but now he could finally answer. “Yes, fuck Ryland, do whatever you want to me I don’t care.” His voice was a breathy plea, still grinding his cock on the other’s thigh, as if he ever wanted to stop.
He opened his eyes enough to see Grace’s smile. A hungry, teasing thing, one that was completely unique to this situation. One that promised that Grace would take him apart piece by piece and rebuild him again at the end with the sweetest praises and professions of love. It was all Simon ever craved.
“Good, I’m so glad.” Grace gave him one last kiss on his neck before bringing a hand up to his face. He thumbed over Simon’s lips for a moment before leaning in and connecting them with his own. It was sweet and gentle at first though it quickly evolved into a desperate, passionate promise. Telling Simon just how much Grace wanted him too, how much Grace wanted to devour him whole. And Simon would let him.
Grace shifted forward, hooking an ankle around one of Simon’s, prompting him to move his leg out a little. Simon gasped into the kiss as he felt Grace grind his own hard cock into him. It was one thing to share a hungry kiss, and another to feel the physical results of his efforts in the other man. It was always so rewarding. Simon allowed himself to feel a little pride before it got washed away by the feeling of Grace’s tongue in his mouth.
They lay like that for a minute, grinding against each other, devouring every sigh and groan that left each other’s mouths. Then Grace shifted a hand between them, digging his fingers under Simon’s waistband.
“Want these off,” came the simple request, though it was more of an order than anything. Simon was always pretty good at following orders. He allowed Grace to move his thigh away and he sat up, wriggling out of his pants and boxers, chucking them unceremoniously to the floor. Grace gave a hum of approval.
Simon tried to shift back over to his previous position before he found his hips being pressed into the mattress, telling him to stay right where he was. Of course, he obeyed. Especially as Grace shifted to straddle his thighs and began bucking his hips against the other’s cock absentmindedly.
Grace admired him for a moment, still in his baggy sleep shirt that had lifted up to reveal his stomach, bare from the waist down, cock twitching and beading with precome. This was everything. Grace often forgot that he’d ever wanted to go back to Earth in moments like these.
This was home. It was hard to believe ‘home’ had once meant anything different than right here, in this life he’d built with Simon. What more could he ever possibly want?
He became aware of Simon rubbing his thigh up and down, as if to comfort him, bringing him back from his daze.
“You’re so beautiful, Simon. My starlight.” Grace’s expression shifted to that familiar smile. The one of sweet admiration that he could never stop from breaking through. Simon’s hand stilled. That nickname made him pause every time.
Though he didn’t have long to sit with it as Grace’s hand was at his cock, stroking in languid movements. Simon just let whatever sounds that wanted to come out, come out, eyes rolling back with a low groan. As Grace’s hand reached Simon’s tip, he flattened his hand over it, making circular motions on the sensitive area.
Simon’s hips jerked though they stayed where they were under the other’s weight. He distantly heard himself make a choked out sound, halfway between a whine and a gasp. He was so close already. But wait, hadn’t Grace said he wanted to play with him?
“Wai- wait- gna- gonna come if you keep- nnngh.” He could barely get the words out. He wined as Grace removed his hand.
“Good job for warning me, Simon. You’re so good for me.” Praises from his angel’s tongue. The tongue that he wished was on him in any way possible. In his mouth, on those sensitive veins at his neck, trailing over his chest and stomach, on his cock. Inside him. Those last two thoughts had a gasp leaving him as he had to hold back from coming from the thought alone.
Grace was rubbing firm, comforting strokes up and down his thighs and torso, lifting his shirt and leaning down to press kisses anywhere he could reach. He wasn’t going to leave Simon with nothing as he let his orgasm creep out of reach.
“You ok now, Si?” He mumbled into Simon’s stomach. Simon nodded before realising both that Grace wouldn’t like him not using his words and that he wouldn’t be able to see his nod from where he was.
“Mhm, ‘m good, angel.” He felt Grace give a sharp exhale over his skin at that nickname. Grace leaned over and rewarded him with a few kisses over his neck and a roll of his hips over that leaking cock. A low groan that went up in pitch at the end clawed its way from Simon’s throat.
“Love it when you call me that,” Grace whispered into Simon’s ear, voice gravelly with arousal. Simon shuddered, panting like a dog. This was exactly what he was looking for, waking Grace up like that. He honestly loved being edged and teased like this. He’d never explicitly told Grace but the other seemed to enjoy it just as much, thus resulting in this. This ravishing treatment, reverent and hungry and so sweet all at once.
Grace made his way back down Simon’s body, trailing kisses as he went. From his neck, to his collarbones, to lifting his shirt more to kiss over his pecks, to his stomach. Until he was half off the end of the bed, feet on the floor between Simon’s legs. Simon watched him in awe the whole way, absent minded whines falling from his mouth all the while.
Then he saw what Grace was about to do. He bit his lip with bruising force as he watched. Grace made sure to maintain eye contact as he let his tongue drop from his mouth, then lick a slow stripe over his throbbing length from base to tip. Then flattening his tongue over the head and bringing it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it a few times before lapping at the slit and sucking lightly.
All the while, Grace’s eyes remained locked with Simon’s. Simon was out of his mind with arousal. So much so that he almost couldn’t get his next warning out.
“Ryland- wai- wait wait wait.” It was high pitched and frantic but it got his point across. Grace mouth left him in an instant. He laid his head on Simon’s thigh, once again running his hands up and down over those trembling thighs.
“You’re doing so well for me, starlight. Always so good.” The praise was by far Simon’s favourite part of sex with Grace. Well, maybe second to that nickname. He forced a deep, shaky breath out before stiffly releasing his death grip he’d had on the sheets and bringing his hand to tangle it in Grace’s soft locks.
His hair had gotten longer in their time on Erid. It wasn’t nearly as long as Simon’s but it was long enough that he’d have to push it out of his eyes from time to time. The golden colour was more obvious with the length, and now it was shining like the sun in the engineered morning light.
Simon got lost in the sighs that came from Grace as a result of his caresses. He watched the other’s expression as his brows furrowed, his mouth hanging open before turning his face to kiss Simon’s thighs. Simon then noticed how Grace was rocking his hips into the edge of the bed. Grace moaned softly into Simon’s skin.
Simon laughed. “And I’m the desperate one?” His tone was devoid of all bite. Grace’s furrowed brow relaxed into a smile as he laughed in return, hiding in Simon’s thigh.
“Mmh, you still are.” To prove his point, Grace moved off the bed and took his pants, boxers and shirt off. Then he crawled back onto the bed, straddling Simon’s thighs once more. Simon’s eyes never left Grace’s hips and cock as it beaded with precome and twitched freely between his legs.
Grace pressed his length to Simon’s and gripped both in a tight fist. He began pumping slowly, clearly making an effort to keep his hips still.
“You like seeing what you do to me? Hahh- ‘y like it when I edge you like this, huh?” Grace was breathless as he panted out his words.
“Yeah- fuck yeah I do- so pretty, Ryland, want you all the time,” Simon moaned between every shaky breath. Grace hips disobeyed him as he bucked up into his fist. He couldn’t help himself. It wasn’t just Simon that was susceptible to praise. Now he could feel himself getting close too, though he had other plans.
Grace removed his hand and sat back, separating their cocks to avoid any stimulation that could throw them both over the edge. Grace fell forward slightly, catching himself by planting his hands on either side of Simon’s hips. His body was shaking with just how bad he wanted to come. He’d only have to wait a little longer.
“Mmh, wanna be inside you. Can I?” Grace asked as if he wasn’t the one who was meant to be in charge. Simon felt his face heat and his cock twitch as if all his blood went either south or north at that request.
“Yes, fuck yes, anything- anything for you, my angel.” Simon nodded vigorously for good measure. Grace lifted his head to look at him. His mussed hair framed his face, falling in golden curtains over his forehead, a few errant strands hanging in front of his eyes.
If Simon wasn’t pinned to the bed he’d have leaned forward to brush it to the side and kiss his angel on the forehead. But as he couldn’t, he just took in everything. He couldn’t be happier. Well, maybe if Grace would let him come.
As if all his urgency came rushing back, Grace was moving again. He lifted himself off of Simon and hooked a leg over his shoulder.
“Hey, Si? Can you pass me the lube.” Grace nodded to the bedside table. It had been an odd ask to pose to the Eridian scientists to be sure but after the first few times with just spit, their collective desire for something more comfortable outweighed any embarrassment. And it helped that the Eridians would give them just about anything they asked for.
Simon reached easily over and handed Grace the bottle. Grace pumped a bit on his fingers then lowered them to trace circles over the other’s hole. Simon shivered at the cool liquid suddenly over his hot skin but soon relaxed into it with a whine. Then Grace pushed a finger in, then easily slid in a second.
“You ok, baby?” Grace always checked up on him at this part, even though he knew how much Simon could take without complaint. How much Simon wanted to take. Grace lazily pumped his fingers into Simon, working him open.
“Yeah- don’t- don’t stop, please.” Simon choked out between shaky breaths, his head thrown back into the pillows and eyes shut tight. Grace curled his fingered against his prostate, punching a shattering gasp out of him.
“How about now?” Grace teased, his smile audible in his voice. A light giggle left Simon that turned into a moan as Grace curled his fingers again. Then again, and again. He felt the familiar pull of an orgasm creeping up on him once more.
“Wait- fuck, stop.” It sounded a little more urgent than he anticipated. Grace immediately withdrew his hand, rubbing his other hand gently over the other’s thigh.
“Simon? You ok? Did I hurt you?” Grace sounded so concerned. Simon opened his eyes to look at him, another giggle leaving him in a short burst as his orgasm ebbed away from him.
“No, ‘m fine. Was gonna come, sorry.” He reached his hand out and found Grace’s one at his thigh. He rubbed his thumb over the other’s fingers in reassurance.
“Ok, heh good. No need to apologise, starlight, always so good for me.” Grace lifted Simon’s hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly before getting back to work. He released the other’s hand and pumped a bit of lube on both his own hands. He brought one to Simon’s cock and the other back to his hole. He stroked and pumped in slow, savouring motions.
Simon cried out at the stimulation. It sent sparks down his spine and fuelled the raging fire at his core. He felt so far away he almost didn’t hear Grace as he spoke again.
“Aw look at you, so pretty, letting me work you open. Want me inside you? Wanna come on my dick, hmm?” It never failed to take him apart when Grace used such vulgar language. When all the shyness gets stripped away and there’s nothing but hungry desire in his voice and words. And just like that, Simon was close again.
“Gonna come- wanna come on you please- need it so fucking bad- fuuuuck.” Grace’s fingers and the hand on his cock were gone in an instant.
“Ok baby, ok, I got you.” Grace wasted no time, slicked himself up with lube and lined his own cock up to Simon’s hole. He whined as his tip pressed against it. He’d been ignoring his own arousal until now, a wet spot of precome on the sheets under where he had been twitching and leaking.
Then Grace pushed in. Simon’s orgasm hadn’t completely subsided and was immediately reignited with the intrusion. Grace braced a still lube slick hand on the sheets and reached his other hand around the thigh over his shoulder to grip Simon’s cock. He began a brutal pace, stroking and fucking into Simon at a breakneck speed.
Simon was falling apart under him. Honey sweet moans and whimpers falling from him as he got close.
“Ahh- ah- ah- Ry- Ryland- gonna come- gonna- ahhh- FUCK-!” Simon still panted out a warning as Grace brought him to the edge.
“Come for me, Simon- ahh- nhhh- I’m here, baby, you’ve earned it- you’ve- oh god-“ Grace’s pace faltered as he watched Simon come undone under him. He squirmed as ropes of come shot out onto his chest. Grace began to slow down before Simon whined almost in disappointment.
“Don’t- don’t stop- fuck, wanna feel you come inside me, please, angel,” Simon moaned out deliriously. Who was Grace to deny his starlight. He picked up the pace again, getting close himself, though he released his grip on the other’s softening cock. Simon cried out from the overstimulation. At that oversensitive spot inside him be pounded at a brutal pace.
“Thankyouthankyou, thank you,” Simon breathed out all at once. It was so much but it was everything. It felt so unbearably good. He was vaguely aware of tears streaming down his cheeks. He felt so far away, hearing his and Grace’s noises like they were miles away. He opened his eyes just enough to see Grace fall forward, bringing Simon’s leg with him, folding him in half. Grace all but collapsed on the other, still holding himself up by his elbow. Simon gasped around a moan as the other mouthed at the veins on his neck.
“Simon- ‘m so close- hmhh- ‘m gonna come- gonna- ffffuck.” Grace’s voice was a desperate whimper at his ear. The last word made Simon shiver as another orgasm built suddenly, threatening to throw him over the edge again. Grace almost never swore. It was damn hot when he did.
“Fuck-!“ Grace cried out, voice rising in pitch as he came hard into Simon. He fucked himself through it, and that, combined with his stomach moving over Simon’s oversensitive cock, had the other coming again. A few short spurts wetting his shirt and Grace’s bare stomach. They were nothing but a symphony of whines and heavy breathing for a few moments, convulsing with their respective orgasms.
Grace released Simon’s leg and collapsed into him. They lay panting for a moment before Grace felt the other’s chest rapidly rising and falling in a blissed out laugh.
“Didn’t know I was that flexible.” Simon remarked breathily. Grace laughed in response and pushed himself up to gaze at the other. He brought his hand up to Simon’s cheek and brushed his tears away with his thumb. He then placed a sweet lingering kiss over the other’s lips. His chin quivered as tears fell down his own cheeks.
Grace broke the kiss and hid in Simon’s neck. He laid there sobbing for a moment as Simon rubbed comforting circles on his back. They’d been together for long enough by now that Simon knew Grace’s crying didn’t mean anything bad in times like these. The man just got overwhelmed so easily, it was almost endearing.
“You’re ok, baby. I’m here. That was so fucking good, you’re too good to me.” Simon whispered against Grace’s hair. He felt the other push himself up.
“I love you so much, Simon. I will show you just how much I love you every single day forever.” The sincerity in his eyes told Simon everything he needed to know. Not that he didn’t know any of it already. He’d have chosen to go into the blood ocean a hundred times over if it meant being with Grace for a hundred lifetimes.
“I love you too, Ryland.” He whispered before pulling the other in for another tender kiss. Yeah, this was where he wanted to be. Forever sounds nice.