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The fact that Simon was still relatively inexperienced sexually at twenty years old was unusual. Simon knew that, but he also knew that the indoctrination he had spent almost nineteen years being subjected to wasn’t just going to disappear over the course of a few college parties and late night escapades.
Well… one late night escapade.
Sure, he had some clumsy makeout sessions and for some reason people loved it when he took his shirt off, so on the rare occasion he was kissing someone, he made up for his lack in expertise by letting them feel him up. Win win, honestly. Simon was glad all those years of hard manual labor for the sake of the cult’s God to see how “virtuous” a man he could be had finally paid off somehow. But the furthest he had ever gone with someone was what he did with Ryland Grace.
Ryland Grace, what a beautiful name for a beautiful man. Ryland Grace was light. Simon wasn’t even sure light did the blonde justice, there needed to be a better word, a more accurate descriptor. But when Grace’s fingertips had felt like rays of sunshine on Simon’s skin, it seemed light was the only word that could complement the rhythm of Simon’s nervous heart.
It wasn’t only the nerves of the lovesick puppy Simon feared he was becoming, however. He wanted Grace in his bed in the way the elders warned him about. If anyone had the ability to peer into Simon’s thoughts, they would surely shudder at the filth Simon wanted to indulge in [no they wouldn’t, he literally wants to make love in the most mushy way ever]. But was it really filth, when every replaying of their conversations leading up to the act filled Simon with pure joy? How often was it that Simon found someone he could speak to so openly with, the curious eyes that stared back at him devoid of any judgement or darkness?
The answer was never, and the fact that Simon managed to luck out once was enough for Simon to want to see Grace again and again and again until his hunger for him was satiated.
God, ever since Grace took Simon back to his dorm that night, Simon has been plagued with thoughts of the blonde doing sinful things. The image of Grace’s mouth on Simon’s cock had been fuel for Simon’s masturbation every night since it happened, and he thanked God that his roommate loved to stay out late practically every day of the week. What he wouldn’t give to have Grace’s warm mouth around him again.
It wasn’t like Siimon didn’t know how things worked though. Even those in the cult had sex, though they either never talked about it or talked about it with so many bad metaphors in such a roundabout way that the first time Simon masturbated he cried because he thought he would get smited as soon as he finished. But if there was one thing that the cult taught him that he was sure was true for the rest of society, it was that favors like that came at the expense of gifts, of commitment, or of protection. An exchange was necessary, and the only thing Simon really had to exchange was his strength.
Simon knew he could be a good protector to Grace.
Now if he only knew how he was going to court the man.
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Damn, Grace was craving some dick bad right now. He had a couple guys he occasionally called up when that happened, but ever since he met Simon, he felt like those interactions had been so hollow compared to the sweet, gentle nature of his knight in shining armor. Okay, maybe it wasn’t the best way to think about another person, but he really did look and act like a knight! Maybe he was really repressed or something… Grace could fix that if Simon let him, and something told Grace (as in, the adoring way Simon looked at Grace after he gave him that blowjob) that Simon would let him.
Grace trusted the universe (probability) enough to bring him back to Simon, and his mental math turned out spot on when Grace saw Simon sitting under a tree on the quad, book in hand.
“Hey,” Grace leaned down to talk to Simon as he approached, giving a slight wave and a smile that Grace hoped said “I'm totally here for innocent reasons and not because I know you’re packing triple premium, grade A meat in those jeans”.
Simon looked up, surprised at first but then melting into a smile, “hey,” he said back, putting his book to the side to give Grace his full attention.
God, Grace wanted Simon to bend him over.
“Whatcha readin’?” Grace asked innocently, sitting down next to Simon just far enough not to be suspicious, but close enough to convey the message that this was more than a friend thing.
“Just something for one of my classes,” Simon showed the cover to Grace, who raised his eyebrows.
“The tempest, huh? I read that in high school,” Grace commented, settling more into the grass as he tried to keep his heart rate in check. He didn’t remember being this nervous around the guy before.
“Yeah? Is it any good?” Simon’s smile was so soft towards Grace, it caught the blonde off guard.
“Ah, I’m not a huge play guy, but it was definitely dramatic from what I remember. If you like that sort of thing.”
Simon hummed thoughtfully, but it was clear his focus was on maintaining eye contact with him.
“Is… that due right away?”
Simon’s eyes widened ever so slightly, pink dusting his cheeks.
“Oh- uh no, not until Monday. I just thought I’d get a head start.”
Grace smiled, “well aren’t you the responsible student,” he said as he bumped Simon’s shoulder with his own.
Simon chuckled, but it was clear he was nervous around Grace in that cute, crush way.
“Wanna get out of here?”
Simon nodded immediately.
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Simon panted against Grace’s lips, pulling him close by the waist and slotting his fingers through Grace’s blonde locks as they sat on Grace’s bed. As much as he tried to explore the wet warmth of Grace’s mouth, Grace beat him to it and met Simon’s tongue with hot enthusiasm. It was dizzying the way Grace’s fingers dug into the flesh of his shoulder blades, the fabric of Simon’s shirt bunching in his hands. Simon, though he really didn’t want to, pulled away just long enough for him to take in that beautiful face again.
“Ryland I… I want to make it up to you.”
Grace looked confused, “‘make … what up to me?”
Simon now also looked confused, “ah… the thing you did a few days ago? I want to make it up.”
Grace’s eyebrows furrowed, “Si, that’s not- you don’t need to make anything up, I did that because I wanted to.”
“Right well- I wanted to do this the right way, take things at a different pace, but umm… you’re very convincing,” Simon’s cheeks deepened in their shade of red.
Grace chuckled, “what are you talking about, madman?”
Simon looked away, tugging at his earlobe as a nervous tic, “I just think I could make a good— uh…”
“Boyfriend?” Grace supplied helpfully.
That’s not quite what Simon was going to say but he supposed finishing his sentence with “protector” would be considered weird, wouldn’t it?
“Yeah… unless I misread things, I don’t want to assume,” how do people even go about this? Back in the cult the person who wanted to be with someone would exchange offer their seedling pendant and if the person offered theirs back they would be together.
“No no, I really like you, you’re sweet. We can date, Simon,” Grace leaned forward and kissed Simon, who immediately melted into it.
“Ah I should probably tell you, I ah-“ Simon paused as Grace’s kisses trailed down to Simon’s neck, who smiled into the flushed skin.
“Keep going, it’s okay,” Grace encouraged mirthfully.
“I’m- ahhh… Ryland… I’m um… I’m not very experienced… because of … holy shi- reasons…” Simon’s heart was in his throat as he gave Grace more access to his neck, shifting in his seat when Grace gently bit down on sensitive flesh, kissing away the delicious ache it left behind.
“That doesn’t matter to me. I can talk you through it if you want,” Grace offered, nosing up Simon’s neck until he was back at Simon’s lips, giving a small kiss before looking Simon in the eyes for confirmation.
Simon gulped.
“I’d uh… I’d really like that.”
Grace smiled and took off his shirt, that same smile growing wider when Simon followed suit.
“God, you’re pretty,” Grace said, gentle fingers tracing down Simon’s torso.
Simon couldn’t help but chuckle, his cheeks betraying how much he liked that compliment, “thanks. I could say the same about you.”
Simon’s eyes traveled down Grace’s torso, stopping at the patch of golden hair that disappeared underneath Grace’s jeans, before flickering back up to Grace’s pink nipples. He had thought about his chest since that night, and had regretted not doing more to please Grace, especially considering Grace looked as delicious as a freshly baked roll.
“Can I touch you?” It was the only way Simon could ask for what he wanted without wanting to wash out his own mouth with soap.
Grace nodded.
Simon reached his hand forward, thumbing over Grace’s nipple, eliciting a gasp from the blonde man.
Simon slowly leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the side of Grace’s neck, his thumb still circling the nub slowly.
“For someone not experienced you sure are good at this,” Grace murmured as Simon placed a few experimental open mouthed kisses to Grace’s pulse point.
This compliment seemed to embolden Simon to try and get more praise from Grace.
Simon kissed down a path of Grace’s bare skin down his neck and chest, the trail of his lips leading to one of Grace’s nipples. He took the bud in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, eliciting a whine from Grace that went straight to Simon’s dick. He laved at the sensitive point and briefly considered marking Grace.
“Fuck-! Simon, fffuck, please,” Grace panted, arching his back into Simon’s mouth.
Simon looked up at Grace through dark lashes, his dick straining against his pants uncomfortably when he saw the look of pleasure on Grace’s face.
He looked like an angel.
Simon pressed the flat of his tongue to Grace, before kissing further down, making sure to hit the freckles on Grace’s stomach as he neared his destination.
“W-wait Simon you don’t gotta-”
“Can I anyway?” Simon asked earnestly, Simon’s thumb hooked onto Grace’s belt loop, his prosthetic arm supporting his weight above Grace.
Grace stayed silent for a moment before speaking, “I have a better idea.”
Grace pulled Simon up by name only, as once Simon knew Grace wanted Simon back at eye level, he scrambled up the bed with speed that would have been embarrassing if Simon gave a fuck.
“Take off your pants.”
Simon didn’t need to be told twice.
By the time he had shimmied his jeans off his legs and discarded them off the bed, Grace was already bare and beautiful before him.
Simon could have stared at the man for hours. Simon didn’t understand how someone could look so perfect.
“Simon?”
Simon had to shake himself out of staring any more.
“Huh? I mean- ah… you’re beautiful,” Simon felt like he was making an utter fool of himself. Here he was, naked, hard, gawking at the most gorgeous man he had ever seen, stumbling over his words like a bumbling idiot.
“C’mere,” Grace said softly, his own cheeks warm with blush as Simon scooted closer.
“Do you want to fuck me?” Grace asked, trailing a hand down Simon’s stomach, his core muscles quivering under hot skin as Grace gave Simon a couple languid pumps.
Simon threw his head back and shuddered.
“Ahh hah… yes, please,” Simon murmured between panting breaths.
“Suck,” was all Grace said before he stuck two fingers into Simon’s mouth, eliciting a surprised noise from the man before he obeyed, collecting saliva in his mouth to get the digits nice and wet.
“Good,” Grace encouraged, circling his fingers around Simon’s tongue as Simon greedily drank up the praise, his cock twitching with interest as it stood against his stomach.
Grace ran a hand through Simon’s hair, the memories of Simon’s little noises from the last time he tugged on those wavy locks beckoning to Grace like a devil on his shoulder.
Simon was absolutely loving the attention. The embarrassment of being laid bare in front of someone else faded into the background as Grace scratched Simon’s scalp, Simon’s eyes fluttering closed.
Grace pulled his fingers out and tugged lightly on Simon’s hair, his eyes snapping open.
“Watch me,” Grace murmured as he brought his fingers down, down, down, until one disappeared inside Grace.
Simon gasped, not being able to tear his eyes if he tried.
Grace worked the finger in and out a few times before adding the second, a gasp at the slight stretch making Simon’s eyes flick to Grace’s face.
That was a whole other reward in itself. Grace’s eyebrows were knit together, his cheeks flushed and his lower lip between his teeth as he prepared himself.
“D-do me a favor look in my drawer for a blue bottle,” Grace said softly, barking out a laugh when Simon scrambled out of bed to find what Grace wanted.
It half reminded Grace of a newly trained puppy. Eager to please.
Simon looked so embarrassed Grace almost felt bad for laughing, but Grace pulled him into a deep kiss when he got back into bed, hopefully erasing Grace’s past transgression.
“I wasn’t laughing at you, you know. You’re just cute,” Grace said as he squirted the lube onto his hand, warming it in his fingers before looking at Simon for permission. When Simon nodded, Grace wrapped a hand around Simon, who gasped and bucked up into Grace’s hand. The buildup must have been really getting to him. Yeah, just the buildup and totally not the fact that this angel of a man was about to let Simon fuck him.
“Take it slow, okay? Don’t push in too fast,” Grace said, lining Simon up with himself, Simon only watching with baited breath.
When Simon felt Grace on the tip of his head, he bit his lip so as to not let out a whimper, but when he slowly pushed forward into that tight heat, his breathing quickened and he let out a shuddering sound.
“Fuck…” Grace grabbed at Simon’s hips to steady them from shaking, holding him still until Grace was ready for Simon to keep going, pulling him in slowly until he trusted Simon to match the pace he set. Simon was nothing if not one who wanted to pull out more praise from the man beneath him, so he went as slow as Grace needed him to, despite the feeling of Grace Grace Grace all around him, inviting him in deeper, driving Simon insane.
“Are you… okay..?” Simon gritted out, sweat beading at his forehead from the sheer exertion of not being able to buck into Grace.
Grace looked beautiful beneath him.
“Y-yeah… you can go a little faster,” Grace panted, letting out a long moan when Simon pushed the rest of him inside, the two of them making their own noises when Simon bottomed out.
“Fuck! Simon…!”
Simon babbled something incoherently as tears pricked his eyes.
Grace’s face changed from pleasure to that of worry, putting a hand on Simon’s face, “hey, hey, are you okay?”
Simon looked up at Grace with a look that told Grace he was in another world.
“Feels… sogood…” Simon whimpered out, his pupils blown so wide there was barely a thin ring of brown around a pool of black.
“C-…move..?”
Wow, this was the first time Grace had ever seen someone get dick-dumb just from bottoming out.
Grace nodded, “yeah, go ahead, baby,” something told Grace Simon needed that little added pet name for encouragement.
Simon keened under Grace’s soft words, letting his head hang down as he slowly pulled out halfway with a hiss, just to push back in a little too fast for the both of them, a string of curses mixing in the air between the two.
It took Simon a bit to recover from the drag, but once he did, he pulled back again and pistoned his hips forward, pulling a yelp from Grace and almost making Simon collapse on top of the blonde.
“Hah… maybe a little slower, huh?” Grace said, brushing the hair out of Simon’s face so he could see him better.
“Ss-Sorry,” Simon barely croaked out, pulling out and pushing back in slower this time, already closer than he had ever been by this time when he would jerk off.
“There you go, that’s it, baby,” Grace cooed, his eyes fluttering closed as Simon worked at his pacing. He made sure to look into Simon’s eyes when he opened them again, wanting to savor the look on the brunette’s face.
Simon’s dick twitched inside Grace at the praise, his head spinning and tingles traveling to his damn fingertips as he tried not to come right there.
“Hey, Simon?”
Simon was snapped out of his daze and looked up at Grace.
“Go faster.”
Simon’s breath felt like it had been stolen out of his body as he pulled in and out almost twice the speed he was going, letting out a sob when he pushed in particularly deep and made Grace jerk and moan underneath him, Simon hitting that bundle of nerves dead on and rewarding Simon with a heavenly clench around him.
He was getting more desperate with every thrust, the tight coil in his stomach burning hotter than it had ever seemed to before as Simon got closer to his peak. Knowing he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, he took Grace’s cock in his hand, looking around for the lube that had been lost somewhere on the bed before deciding to just spit in his palm and give gentle strokes to make up for the possible friction. Grace arched his back up off the mattress and let out a sound that Simon would replay as long as his mind would let him. Grace reached up and tangled his fingers in Simon’s hair, giving a sharp yank to pull Simon down into a kiss, pulling out a broken cry as Simon’s vision went white at the same time he felt soft lips on his.
He somehow had managed to keep jerking Grace off even as he felt like he had fainted for a moment from sheer bliss, and when he came to, Simon noticed the come on Simon and Grace’s stomach first, before realizing he had finished inside Grace.
“Fuck! I-I’m so sorry,” Simon said nervously as he pulled out, dragging out a little whimper out of Simon at the final stimulation to his softened dick.
Grace raised an eyebrow, “for what?”
“I-…” it dawned on Simon that Grace wasn’t going to get pregnant.
“Ah… never mind.”
Grace chuckled and kissed Simon’s cheek, “help me wipe this off?” Grace asked, knowing already that Simon would jump into a river if Grace asked him to after what they just did.
Simon, true to character, nodded and took a few tissues from Grace’s nightstand, gently wiping off Grace’s spend from his stomach before wiping it off his own. He grabbed the blankets as he put the tissue back on the nightstand to throw out later (Simon was pretty sure if he tried to walk right now he would fall on his ass) and covered the two of them.
“That was really fun. You did a great job, Simon,” Grace smiled at the brunette with affection and something more in his eyes.
A shiver skittered through Simon despite the warmth of the comforter at Grace’s words. If he hadn’t been so overwhelmed with his most intense orgasm just a few moments earlier, his dick would have probably shown more interest than a halfhearted twitch, but Simon didn’t think he had it in him to do that again.
“Oh um, thank you, a lot. You did— you did really good too. Amazing, actually. The best, better than the- I’ll stop talking now.”
Grace laughed and kissed Simon’s cheek. Simon was sure he looked like a tomato by now, but it didn’t occur to him to actually care at that moment.
“We should do this more often, if you want,” Grace offered.
Something seemed to suddenly dawn on Simon and he sat up a little in bed.
“Ah, I um, have something for you,” he said as he unclasped his seedling pendant from where it hung at his neck.
Grace looked at the necklace with a mix of awe and confusion.
“What’s this?”
“It’s a seed. Well, it’s a seed dipped in silver, sort of a uh, tradition from where I’m from to give it to who you… want to be with,” Simon thought he sounded so stupid trying to explain this concept while skating around the fact that said tradition came from a cult. Even so, he couldn’t help but follow it when he had so little to give Grace except himself. This was just a way to show that, cult or not.
Grace saw that earnest look in Simon’s eyes as he extended it to Grace. It made something ache in Grace’s chest in the best possible way. He bit his lip and took the necklace delicately, immediately putting it on and fixing it on his neck.
When he saw how happy it made Simon, how was he expected to not dive back into that gorgeous man’s mouth?