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Grace had survived alone in space for years with just ‘Moppy Ringwald’ to keep him company and the supply of vodka Ilyukhina had left behind. He’d MacGyvered solutions to impossible problems with desperation and a whiteboard to his name in the vacuum of space. Hell, he’d taught himself a whole alien language through a wall and built an accurate translator. Ryland Grace had literally saved two worlds.
So, when Adrian had looked at him with those sharp green eyes and said, “Rocky and Adrian want to try something new with Grace tonight,” Grace felt nothing but confidence.
“Yeah?” Grace leaned back against his couch with his arms crossed, legs propped up on the coffee table, and a smirk playing at his lips. “What kind of something were you two thinking?”
Rocky had that wide, uneven grin on his face that made Grace’s stomach flip, and he thanked the stars they had made human vessels so he could even experience it. “Have been researching,” he said, practically vibrating with excitement. “Learning more about the human body. About Grace’s body, statement.”
“You make everything sound so ominous, Rock.”
Adrian leaned forward from her armchair, and Grace felt his breath catch instinctively. He couldn’t help how it made his brain short-circuit every time she moved; it was always so precise. “We want to see how much pleasure you can take, statement,” Adrian said simply. “We want to edge you, see how long it takes for you to break for us.”
Grace felt his smirk deepen even as heat was pooling low in his belly. “Edge me? That’s your big plan for tonight?” He laughed, shaking his head. “Adrian, Rock – I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I think I have pretty good stamina. I survived in space for years, and I’ve been dealing with you both for a while. I think I can handle a little teasing.”
Rocky laughed at that, almost musical in quality. “Grace thinks he is so strong,” he remarked to Adrian, delighted. “So confident, statement. Silly, silly Grace.”
“He does,” Adrian agreed, and there was something dark in her voice that made his pulse quicken. “Is what makes this so perfect. We’re going to take that confidence apart piece by piece until you’re begging us to let you cum, Grace.”
Grace ignored the shiver that traveled down his spine, keeping his expression cocky. “That’s some pretty big talk. You sure you can back it up?”
Adrian’s smile was slow and devastating as it settled across her lips. “Oh, sweet Grace,” she murmured, reaching out to cup his stubbly jaw. Her thumb brushed over his lower lip, and Grace suppressed a gasp. “We have learned many things from making you feel good. We know exactly what your body needs, every sensitive spot, every place that gives us those perfect gasps. And we will use it all against you.”
“We will make Grace so desperate,” Rocky added, sliding into Grace’s side. Grace was suddenly very aware of how close the two were, of the heat that radiated off their bodies. “Our Grace is needy. Grace will cry for us, beg for us. And we will decide when Grace gets to cum, statement.”
Grace swallowed hard, “And if I say no?”
Adrian’s expression was instantly soft, hand gently caressing his face. “Then we stop. Always, Grace. You know this, this is only if you want it, our star.”
Grace was quiet for a few moments. He knew better than to doubt them, had learned long ago his pleasure and comfort were paramount to both his mates above all else. “I want it. I want you both, let’s see if you two can actually make me beg.”
Rocky made a pleased sound, hands already reaching for Grace’s shirt. “Grace will see,” and it sounded like a promise. “Grace will beg so pretty for us, statement.”
“We will make sure of it,” Adrian said, and then she was moving to the couch and kissing him, swallowing whatever cocky response Grace was about to come up with to protect his pride.
The kiss was deep, and it was like she was trying to claim him, Adrian’s tongue sliding hungrily against his as her hands moved to caress his waist. Grace melted into it, his arms coming up to wrap around her neck and tangle in her gray hair. Next to him, Rocky was already working Grace’s shirt up and over his head, forcing them to break the kiss just long enough to pull the fabric away before Adrian was on him again.
Rocky’s hands were warm on Grace’s bare chest, tracing the lines of his abs with worshipful touches. “So soft,” Rocky murmured into his shoulder blade, pressing several kisses there. “Mate Grace is so soft and warm.”
Grace shivered, caught between them, already feeling his body responding. He could feel himself getting wet, the familiar heat and slickness building between his legs. Adrian pulled back from the kiss to let him breathe, her eyes dark as she stared him down.
“Already so responsive,” she observed, her hand sliding down to cup him through his pants. Grace gasped at the contact, hips jerking forward involuntarily. “So eager, but we will take our time with you, Grace. We are going to make you wait.”
“I can wait,” Grace said, trying to sound confident even as his voice shook slightly. “I’m a grown man; I can be patient.”
Rocky and Adrian began to move him toward the bedroom, hands refusing to leave his skin. Rocky laughed into his skin, “We will see. We will see how patient Grace is when Rocky and Adrian make him feel so good, but do let him finish, statement.”
They finally reached the bedroom after a few seconds of stumbling, and Adrian’s hand was already working at Grace’s pants, unbuttoning them with practiced ease. “On the bed,” she commanded, and Grace obeyed without thinking, moving to sit on the edge.
Adrian and Rocky followed, and Grace watched with hungry eyes as they both stripped off their own clothes. He would never get used to seeing them like this, in human bodies made just for him, so that they could touch him the ways he needed. Rocky’s tanned skin and solid build contrasted beautifully with Adrian’s sharp angles and elegant lines. Both had retained those wonderful ovipositors, alien appendages that made his mouth water.
“Lie back,” Adrian said, and Grace did, settling against his pillows as his mates climbed onto the bed with him. Rocky’s hand immediately went for Grace’s pants, tugging them down along with his boxers in a smooth motion. The cool air hit Grace’s wet pussy, and he couldn’t suppress a small whimper from escaping his throat.
“Look at him,” Rocky breathed, eyes fixed between Grace’s legs. “So wet for us, Adrian.”
“But we’re not going to give him what he wants yet,” Adrian cooed, settling beside Grace. Her hand came up to stroke through his golden hair, gentle and soothing even as her words promised the best kind of torment. “We must make him desperate first, statement.”
Grace opened his mouth to protest and bite back with some sort of smug response, but Rocky’s hands found his thighs and spread them wide, and all thoughts immediately leaked from Grace’s mind. Rocky’s touch was soft, fingers tracing patterns into Grace’s inner thighs, dangerously close to where Grace needed but never quite touching.
“Rocky, man, come on,” Grace huffed, his hips shifting restlessly in search of any stimulation.
“Shh, sweet one,” Adrian purred, hand still twisted in his hair. “Be patient, Grace. We’re just getting started.”
Rocky leaned down, and Grace foolishly hoped that he was finally going to get properly touched. But instead, Rocky pressed wet kisses to Grace’s inner thighs, breath like knives against his sensitive skin. Each kiss was maddeningly close to Grace’s cunt, but Rocky was carefully avoiding touching him there.
Grace made a frustrated sound, hands fisting in the sheets as he stared up at Adrian. “You’re both terrible,” he managed to squeak out.
“Rocky and Adrian are wonderful,” she corrected, and then her mouth was on Grace’s neck, sucking and biting at his skin. Grace’s back arched, a gasp flying past his lips. Adrian knew exactly where to touch him to make him squirm.
Rocky’s kisses continued on their torturous path, moving from one thigh to the other, always so close to where Grace needed him to be. Grace could feel himself getting wetter, feeling the slickness dripping down onto the sheets messily, and the embarrassment of how easy it was to work him up only made him more aroused.
“Please,” Grace heard himself say, and immediately chastised himself for saying it. He wasn’t supposed to be begging yet, Grace was trying to prove he could handle this.
“Already begging, question?” Adrian was smiling against his neck, wicked and dangerous. “We’ve barely started Grace. You said you could handle it. Too leaky for your own good, hm?”
“I can,” Grace insisted, even as his own body was betraying him by rolling hips up in desperate search of friction that wasn’t there.
“Then prove it,” Adrian said, and her hand slid down to his chest, fingers finding one of his nipples and giving it a light pinch. Grace cried out, sensation sending sparks to his cunt. “Stay still, don’t move. Let us touch you however we want, and don’t dare to cum without permission.”
Grace bit his lip, ignoring how her bossing him around just made him even wetter, and nodded. He could do this. He could stay still for them. He could-
Rocky’s tongue finally made contact with his pussy, one long, slow lick from his hole to his throbbing clit, and Grace felt his entire body jerk.
“I said stay still,” Adrian growled, voice sharp. Her hand left his nipple to press down on his hip, pinning him in place. “If you can’t follow simple instructions, Grace, we’ll have to stop.”
“No,” Grace whined. “No, ‘Dri, I’ll be good. I’ll stay still.”
“There’s our good boy,” Adrien purred, and the praise made his cunt clench around nothing. Internally, he cursed his past self for telling them about his praise kink.
Rocky’s tongue was back to work, lapping at Grace’s folds in broad strokes that made stars appear behind Grace’s eyes. But every time he got close to Grace’s clit, he pulled away, moving back down to lap at the wetness surrounding Grace’s hole instead. Grace was shaking with the effort it took to keep himself still, hands gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles were white. Adrian’s mouth was back on his neck, teeth scraping against his pulse point, and her hand was back to rubbing his chest, alternating between gentle touches and sharp pinches of his nipple that made Grace gasp.
“Grace tastes so good,” Rocky murmured against his cunt, and the vibration from his words pulled a long, keening sound from his throat. “So sweet, so leaky. Rocky could do this forever.”
“Please don’t, I think you’d kill me Rocky,” Grace managed out, and Rocky laughed.
“But Grace is being such a good mate for us,” Rocky said, and then his tongue was pushing inside Grace’s hole, fucking into him with shallow thrusts that made his vision blur. Grace felt his orgasm building as Rocky explored his insides with his tongue, the familiar tension coiling in his belly. Just a little more, and he would be over the edge.
Rocky pulled away from him completely.
Grace made a sound close to a sob, hips trying to follow Rocky’s mouth even as Adrian kept him pinned down. “No, no, come on, please…”
“Not yet,” Adrien said firmly. “You don’t come until we say you can. Did your human brain forget amidst all the pleasure?”
Grace was openly panting, entire body trembling with denied pleasure. “You’re not being fair, Adrian,” he groaned.
“We never said we’d be fair, our star,” Adrian pointed out, and her mouth was on his again, swallowing his protests as she bit his lip. Rocky’s hands found Grace’s thighs again, spreading them wider than he thought they could go, and Grace could feel the blunt press of Rocky’s ovipositor against his entrance. Grace broke the kiss with Adrian to gasp for air at the sensation, eyes flying to meet Rocky’s.
“Going to fill you up,” Rocky grunted, voice thick with his own arousal. “Going to make Grace feel so full. But you cannot cum.”
“Guys, I don’t think I can…” Grace started, but then Rocky was pushing inside him, and his brain was filled with white noise.
The stretch was exquisite, the ridges of Rocky’s ovipositor dragging against Grace’s walls in a way that was painfully tantalizing, filling him inch by inch. Grace’s mouth fell open on a silent cry, and Adrian stuck her fingers into his mouth, his body accepting Rocky’s ovipositor like it was made for it. Which, in a way, Grace supposed, it kind of was.
“Breathe, Grace.” Adrien was petting him gently on his chest with her other hand, fingers exploring his mouth. “Take what Rocky gives you; you can handle it.”
Grace tried to breathe around Adrien’s fingers, desperately trying to relax into the overwhelming fullness he was experiencing as Rocky finally bottomed out inside of him. Rocky was still, focused on letting Grace adjust, but Grace could feel his ovipositor pulsing inside of him and exploring his walls, ridges flexing in a way that was driving him crazy. “Move,” Grace begged. “Please, Rocky, move.”
Rocky did, pulling out torturously slow, and Grace felt every single ridge drag against his walls, catching on the spot inside him that made his vision blur. The sensation was overwhelming, each of his ridges being a distinct point of pressure that sent sparks of pleasure right to his clit. Then Rocky thrust back into him, and Grace collapsed into the bed completely, a broken sound pulled from his throat.
“Oh god,” Grace gasped, hands scrambling to grab onto Adrien. “Rocky, that’s-“
Rocky did it again, that same slow withdrawal followed by a firm thrust, and Grace could feel his cunt clenching around the ovipositor, trying to pull it deeper. The angle was perfect, hitting that spot inside him with devastating precision, and Grace could already feel his orgasm building, that familiar tension coiling tight in his belly again.
"So good," Rocky murmured, his hands gripping Grace's hips. "Grace feels so good around Rocky. So tight and wet. Always so wet, wet, wet."
Grace couldn't respond, could only gasp and moan and grip onto Adrien for dear life as Rocky established a rhythm, each thrust deliberate and measured. The ridges on Rocky's ovipositor seemed to swell slightly with each movement, creating more friction, more sensation, and Grace was drowning in it. His breathing was ragged, coming in short pants that matched Rocky's thrusts, and he could feel sweat beading on his skin.
Adrian was holding him tight, one of her hands still resting on his chest to brush against his nipple in time with Rocky’s thrusts, and the dual sensation almost had him crying. Grace could feel himself getting wetter, slickness coating Rocky’s ovipositor and dripping onto his bed, and the obscenely wet sounds it made his face burn even as his body responded with yet another gush of arousal.
"That's it," Adrian murmured in his ear. "Feel how good Rocky makes you feel. Feel how perfectly he fills you."
Grace whimpered, his hips starting to move on their own, trying to meet Rocky's thrusts and push him deeper. The pleasure was building faster now, that coil in his belly winding tighter with each stroke. Rocky's ovipositor was pulsing inside him, those ridges flexing and dragging against his walls, and Grace could feel his orgasm approaching like a freight train.
"Close," he managed to gasp out, his voice high and desperate. "I'm getting close, I'm, please…"
Rocky's pace increased slightly, his thrusts becoming more forceful, and Grace cried out pathetically. The angle shifted just slightly, and suddenly Rocky was hitting that spot inside him with every single thrust, and Grace's vision went white at the edges. His cunt was clenching rhythmically now, his body trying to pull Rocky deeper, trying to chase that release that was so close he could taste it.
"Please," Grace begged, not even sure what he was asking for anymore. "Please, please, I need it-"
His orgasm was right there, hovering just out of reach. Just a few more thrusts, just a little more, just a little more.
Rocky stopped moving completely, buried deep inside him.
"No!" Grace actually sobbed, tears slipping down his cheeks, his hips jerking up desperately, trying to create friction where there was none. "No, no, please, I was so close, Rock, come on. Don’t do this to me."
"We know," Rocky said, and there was wonder in his voice. "Grace was so close. Grace was about to cum for us. So beautiful. But not yet."
Grace made a sound that was half a sob and half a whine, entire body trembling with denied pleasure. He could feel himself still clenching around Rocky’s ovipositor, could feel the organ moving curiously inside of him, but it wasn’t enough. Without movement, without the friction, the orgasm that had been building so intensely began to ebb away, leaving Grace in an agonizing limbo.
“Please,” he whimpered, fresh tears already forming in his eyes.
“Shh, my harmony,” Adrian soothed, hand stroking through his hair lovingly. “You’re doing so well for us, Grace. Taking what we decide to give to you. So good for us.”
Rocky stayed perfectly still for what felt like an eternity, and Grace could feel his orgasm receding further, that tight coil in his belly loosening just enough to be bearable. His breathing was still ragged, his body still trembling, but the desperate edge had dulled slightly.
And then Rocky moved again.
“Fuck!” Grace cried.
It was just one thrust, slow and deliberate, and Grace's entire body jerked at the sensation. The pleasure came roaring back, that coil tightening again in an instant, and Grace made a desperate sound. “So rare to hear him curse, he’s properly worked up,” Adrian said to Rocky, like Grace wasn’t right there and flushed red.
"Yes, and sensitive," Rocky observed, sounding delighted. "Grace is so sensitive now. Every touch feels like so much more, question?"
He was completely right, the single thrust feeling more intense than anything else because of his overwrought nerves. When Rocky started to move in earnest again, establishing the same measured rhythm, Grace felt like his body was going to fall apart. Each thrust was exquisite torture, his g-spot being hit with unerring accuracy that felt almost cruel. Grace’s hands were fisted so tightly in the sheets now that he thought he might tear them with his effort to hold on. His hips moved up to meet Rocky’s thrusts, even though he knew it would only make his denial more painful.
"Look at him," Adrian murmured, and Grace realized she was watching him with those sharp green eyes, cataloging every reaction. "Look how desperate he is. How beautifully he responds to you, Rocky."
"So beautiful," Rocky agreed, his pace increasing slightly. "Grace is perfect. Made for this. Made to take us."
Grace couldn't form words anymore, could only make broken sounds as Rocky fucked him. The pleasure was building again, faster this time, his body already primed from the previous denial. His cunt was so wet he could hear it with every thrust, obscene and filthy as it echoed through the room atop his whines.
"Close," he managed to gasp. "Close again, please let me cum this time. I’m begging."
Rocky's thrusts became harder, faster, and Grace's back arched off the bed. He was right there, right on the edge, his orgasm building so fast and so intensely that he knew it was going to destroy him when it finally hit.
Rocky stopped again.
Grace actually screamed this time, a sound of pure frustration and desperation. His body was shaking violently, his cunt clenching around Rocky's ovipositor in rapid pulses, so close to cumming that it physically hurt to be denied.
"Please," he sobbed, hiccupping breaths in desperately. "Please, please, I can't take it anymore, I need to come, please let me come."
"Not yet," Adrian said firmly as she shushed him, cupping his face soothingly, and Grace wanted to hate her for it, but he couldn't. He trusted her. He trusted them both. Even as they tortured him with pleasure, even as they denied him what he needed most, he trusted them to know what he could handle. Even if he wasn't sure he could handle it himself.
Grace was crying a little less now, but the tears continued to pour onto the mattress. "No, please, I was so close."
"We know," Adrian said, and there was dark satisfaction in her voice again. "That's the point, Grace. We're going to bring you right to the edge over and over until you can't think straight."
Rocky was still buried inside him, not moving, and it was torture. Grace could feel every ridge, every pulse, but it wasn't enough. He needed movement, needed friction, needed anything.
"Please," Grace whimpered. "Please, I'll do anything."
"Anything?" Adrian mused, her hand trailing down Grace's chest to his belly. "What happened to all that confidence, Grace? You said you could handle this."
"I was wrong," Grace admitted, his pride completely shattered, and he couldn’t even bring himself to care. "I was wrong, okay? Please, just let me cum."
"Not yet," Adrian said, and then she was moving, positioning herself over Grace's face. Grace could see her ovipositor, longer and thicker than Rocky's, already leaking that clear, sweet fluid that showed how aroused she was. "Open your mouth, Grace. If you're going to beg, you might as well make yourself useful."
Grace opened his mouth immediately, and Adrian lowered herself down, the tip of her ovipositor sliding past his lips. The taste exploded on Grace's tongue, sweet and alien and perfect, and he moaned around it as the thick fluid slid down his throat.
"That's it," Adrian praised, her hand coming down to stroke Grace's hair as she moaned. "Take it. Show us how good you can be."
Grace hollowed his cheeks, sucking on Adrian's ovipositor as she began to move, fucking his mouth with shallow thrusts. Below, Rocky started moving again, slow and deliberate, and Grace was caught between them, overwhelmed with sensation.
His orgasm was building again, that coil of tension winding tighter and tighter. He was so close, so desperately close it was embarrassing, able to cum from just the tiniest bit of attention now.
Both Adrian and Rocky stopped moving.
Grace made a muffled sound of protest around Adrian's ovipositor, tears streaming down his face in earnest for the hundredth time that night. His entire body was shaking, caught on the knife's edge of pleasure but unable to tip over.
Adrian pulled out of his mouth, and Grace gasped for air. "Please," he sobbed. "Please, I can't take any more. I need to come, please let me come. Adrian, Rocky, please."
"Look at him," Rocky said, his voice full of wonder. "So beautiful like this. Crying for us. Begging for us."
"He is beautiful," Adrian agreed, her hand cupping Grace's tear-stained cheek. "But I think he can take more. I think our Grace is stronger than he knows."
"I'm not," Grace insisted. "I'm not, I can't do it ‘Dri-"
"You can," Adrian said firmly. It left no room for argument
Grace could only nod.
"Good," Adrian said, and then she was moving again, positioning herself at Grace's entrance alongside Rocky. Grace's eyes widened.
"Wait," he managed. "Both of you? That’s too much."
"You can do it," Adrian said, and then she was pushing in alongside Rocky, and Grace's world narrowed to just the overwhelming stretch, the impossible fullness.
It should have hurt. It should have been too much. But Grace's body opened for them, probably on account of how soaked he was, accepting both ovipositors as they filled him to the brim. Grace couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could only feel as they began to move in tandem, one pulling out as the other pushed in, creating a constant rhythm that had Grace seeing stars.
"So good," Rocky was gasping, clearly overwhelmed in pleasure himself. "Grace is taking us so well. So perfect for us."
"Our perfect mate," Adrian agreed, her voice strained with her own pleasure. "Made to take us. Made to be filled by us."
Grace was incoherent now, reduced to broken sounds and gasps as they fucked him. His orgasm was a constant presence, hovering just out of reach, and he was so sensitive that every thrust felt like it might push him over the edge. But they were careful. So careful. Every time they felt Grace getting close, they would slow down or stop completely, keeping him suspended in that agonizing space between pleasure and release. Grace had no idea how long it had gone on. Time had lost all meaning. There was only the stretch and fullness, the constant denial, the tears streaming down his face as he begged and pleaded for release.
"Please," he sobbed, his voice hoarse. "Please, I really can’t take any more. I'll do anything, I'll be anything you want, just please let me cum."
Adrian and Rocky exchanged a look over him, some silent communication passing between them. Then Adrian leaned down, her lips brushing against Grace's ear.
“Then cum for us," she commanded. "Cum right now, Grace. Show us how good we make you feel."
It was like a dam breaking. Grace's orgasm hit him with the force of a supernova, his entire body convulsing as pleasure crashed over him in waves. He was dimly aware of screaming, of his cunt clenching rhythmically around the ovipositors still buried inside him.
And then something else happened. Something Grace had never felt before. There was a sudden release of pressure, a gush of fluid that wasn't just his usual wetness, and Grace's eyes flew open in shock even as his orgasm continued to tear through him. Adrien and Rocky were equally as focused on his cunt, cumming inside of him at the same time with a grunt at the sight. Thank God they weren’t on their cycle right now, eggs would’ve probably sent Grace comatose.
He was squirting. Actually squirting, fluid spraying out around Adrian and Rocky's ovipositors, soaking the sheets beneath him. Grace had never done that before, didn't even know his body could do that, and the realization only made his orgasm intensify.
"Oh," Rocky breathed, sounding awed. "Grace, you're…"
"Beautiful," Adrian finished, her voice rough. "Absolutely beautiful."
Grace couldn't respond, couldn't do anything but shake and sob as his body continued to release, as the pleasure went on and on until he thought he might die from it. It was too much, too intense, too everything, and Grace felt something in him break open, some last wall of control crumbling completely as the ripples shuddered through his spent body.
When it finally ended, Grace was limp and gasping, tears streaming down his face. Adrian and Rocky carefully withdrew from him, and Grace whimpered at the loss, at the sudden emptiness. More fluid gushed out of him, and Grace made a mortified sound.
"I'm sorry," he managed, his voice wrecked. "I didn't mean to, I've never-"
"Shh," Adrian soothed, immediately gathering him into her arms. Rocky pressed against his other side, and Grace was sandwiched between them, held and safe. "Don't apologize. That was perfect. You were perfect."
"So perfect," Rocky agreed, pressing kisses to Grace's shoulder. "Grace did so well for us. Took everything we gave him. Made such a mess for us, made Adrien and Rocky feel so good."
Grace buried his face in Adrian's neck, still shaking with aftershocks. "I can't believe I…I didn't know I could do that."
"We did," Adrian said, and there was satisfaction in her voice. "We researched, remember? We knew your body was capable of it, or at least, we hoped. We just had to push you far enough."
"You definitely pushed me," Grace said weakly. "I thought I was going to die."
"But you didn't," Rocky pointed out. "Grace survived. Grace is so strong. Brave, brave, brave like Rocky always says.”
"I'm not strong," Grace protested. "I broke. I begged. I completely fell apart."
"Yes, you did," Adrian agreed, her hand stroking through his hair. " But you trusted us enough to let go. To let us take you apart and put you back together. That takes incredible strength, Grace."
Grace was quiet for a moment, letting that spin in his head. He'd spent so long being the one in control with Stratt on Earth, the one who had to have all the answers, the one who solved impossible problems related to Astrophage. Letting go, letting someone else take control, that had been terrifying. But also freeing in a way he hadn't expected.
"I love you," Grace whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Both of you. So much."
"We love you too," Adrian said, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Our brave, beautiful Grace. Our star."
"Our leaky space blob," Rocky added with a giggle, and Grace couldn't help but laugh despite his exhaustion.
"I am pretty leaky right now," he admitted, feeling the wetness still seeping out of him, soaking into the sheets.
"We will clean you up," Rocky promised. "And change the sheets. And then we will hold Grace until he falls asleep."
"And tomorrow?" Grace asked, already feeling sleep pulling at him.
"Tomorrow, we do whatever Grace wants," Adrian said.
Grace hummed contentedly, burrowing deeper into their embrace. His body ached in the best way, thoroughly used and claimed. The sheets beneath him were ruined, soaked with his release, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Not when he was theirs.