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Grace wakes up slowly, warm and more comfortable than he can remember ever being. Simon’s weight is draped across his chest, arm curled almost protectively around his waist. His face is tucked against Grace’s neck, hot breath tickling his skin. Grace takes in a deep, shuddering breath as he tries to hold as still as possible. He doesn’t want to startle him and also this feels really good. Sue him if he wants to marinate in it for as long as possible. When they fell asleep, they were on their respective sides of the bed, decidedly not cuddling. Simon has been sleeping in the bed for a almost a week now, but the full on cuddling is a first time occurrence. Progress. Yay.
Obviously, Ryland Grace is totally normal and cool every time Simon initiates physical contact. He definitely didn’t burst into tears the first time Simon gave him a hug. That would have been very uncool and embarrassing of him.
Simon shifts in his sleep, arm tightening around Ryland. The leg draped over Ryland’s thigh moves dangerously close to his groin. Simon murmurs something, lips brushing against Ryland’s suddenly overheated skin. Oh, fudge. He’s getting hard and there is probably no way of getting out of this situation without Simon becoming aware of that fact. Would he mind being aware of that fact? Actually, he’s pretty sure Simon is hard too so-
“You think too loud, has anyone ever told you that?” Simon’s sleep rough voice startles a very dignified shriek out of Ryland. He tries to bold upright but Simon holds him down against the mattress, which definitely doesn’t do anything funny of Ryland’s brain.
“Oh, uh. Basically everyone whose ever met me.” Grace cringes at how squeaky his voice comes out.
Simon just laughs as he nuzzles his face against Ryland’s neck. He slides his hand along Ryland’s side, smiling against his skin as he jolts at the touch. “Fuck, you’re soft all over.”
Ryland, pretty sure he is about to spontaneously combust, huffs out a dry laugh. “I mean, not everywhere.”
Simon finally pulls himself up enough to look down at Ryland with a very serious expression. He pointedly drags his eyes down to look at the obvious tent in Ryland’s pants then back at his face. “Listen, I understand the joke. But there is absolutely no way your dick isn’t the softest part of you.”
Ryland holds his gaze for several several seconds, eyes very wide, before bursting out laughing. Simon cracks a smile, trying to resist before eventually succumbing to Ryland’s infectious laughter. Simon falls back against Ryland’s chest, shoulders shaking with laughter. Ryland’s hand finds it’s hair to Simon’s hair, stroking the dark curls. The action causes Simon to practically melt and let out a near pornographic moan. None of this aids in Ryland’s boner going down.
“Can I kiss you?” Ryland blurts out, instead of literally any of the other thoughts bouncing around in his head right now.
Simon doesn’t move for a minute, instead letting out another moan as he presses he face against Ryland’s chest. Eventually, he lifts his face and his eyes are shining with unshed tears. “You really want to?”
“Yeah, I really want-“ Ryland can’t finish his sentence because Simon picks that moment to launch himself forward and slam their lips together. It is rough, hard, and unpracticed. Their teeth clank together and Grace feels a smile tugging at his lips. He has literally no idea how long it’s been since he last kissed someone and he is keyed up immediately. Simon doesn’t seem much better off than him. Ryland twines his fingers through Simon’s hair, giving it a semi-hard yank as he pulls Simon from the kiss. He doesn’t miss the way Simon’s eyes roll back in his head. “Here, let me,” Ryland moves so slowly, dragging Simon forward and pausing a breath away from his lips. “Like this,” he kisses Simon as soft as he can at first, just a gentle brush of the lips, before slowly deepening it. He slides his tongue across Simon’s lip and the other man basically turns to goo in his arms.
Simon can’t stop letting out these soft little noises as they kiss. Its driving Grace a little bit insane. When he pulls back from the kiss for some much needed air, he sees the tears on Simon’s cheeks. “Oh, hey. Are you okay?”
“Shit, fuck.” Simon pulls back, curling in on himself a bit. “Yes, I’m fine. Fuck, I’m sorry. You are just - you are so fucking sweet, and kind, and like so beautiful. I can’t, I’m not. You saved my life and you want to kiss me? All slow and tender? Like I-“ Simon breaks off with a sob, wiping tears off his cheeks angrily. “Like I deserve that? I dont, I don’t deserve any-“
Ryland wraps his arms around and yanks him into a crushing hug. Simon crumples in his arms, dropping his head against Grace’s shoulder as he lets out a sob. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” He mumbles into Simon’s hair. Eventually, he gently pulls Simon off his shoulder and cups his cheeks in his hand, running a thumb across his tear-stained cheeks. “You deserve to live, Simon.”
Simon sniffles as he leans into Ryland’s touch. “It still doesn’t feel real, most of the time. You, this place.”
“I know.”
Simon leans forward to press their foreheads together, letting his eyes fall shut as Ryland starts to play with his hair again. “Fuck, I’m sorry I ruined the moment.”
Grace laughs, shaking his head. “I’m not worried about that, sweetheart.” In response, Simon makes a noise Grace isn’t sure he’s ever heard before. He also blushes furiously as he squirms in Grace’s arms. “Oh, you like that? Because I have all sorts of cute nicknames I can call you.” Ryland can’t help but tease a bit, loving how flustered he can make Simon. He tugs lightly on Simon’s hair for good measure.
“Unngh.”
“Oops, sorry.” Ryland’s grin completely gives him away.
Simon closes the small distance between them to press their lips together. Grace can tell he is trying to slow down and follow his lead from earlier and now he feels like he might start crying. Instead, he gently pushes Simon to roll onto his back and climbs on top of him.
“Is this okay? We can stop if you w-“
“I don’t want to stop,” Simon whispers. The desperate, pleading tone of his voice makes Grace feel a little bit wild. He leans back in and Simon surges up to meet him halfway. Grace tightens his grip on Simon’s hair, using it to hold him still as he slots their lips together. Simon moans into the kiss as he reaches up to grip the fabric of Grace’s shirt. “Please,” he begs when Grace pulls back from the kiss.
“Okay, so. I’m going to suck your dick now, if that’s cool with you,” Grace announces before pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side. Simon is looking up at him with wide eyes, mouth hanging open.
“Yeah, that. That sounds good…” He trails off, eyes glued to Ryland’s chest.
Ryland preens under the attention as he plays with the hem of Simon’s shirt, sliding a hand beneath the fabric to splay across the hard plane of his abs. He can’t help but grin at the hitch in Simon’s breath, loving the fact that he has this kind of effect on the other man. It’s been literal decades since he’s had sex but he can’t remember ever feeling this desperate before. “Take this off,” he tugs at Simon’s shirt, helping him pull the fabric over his head as Simon hurries to obey the request. Ryland practically salivates at the sight of Simon sprawled out and shirtless beneath him. He leans back in to kiss Simon before either of them have the chance to start feeling self conscious again. The first press of their bare skin has Ryland nearly losing it.
Simon drags in a ragged breath as Grace starts to kiss his way down his neck toward his chest. “Jeeze, your freaking tits,” Grace mumbles against his skin before dragging his teeth across one of Simon’s nipples.
Simon hisses, back arching as he takes a fistful of Ryland’s hair. “Fuck! Ry, shit-“ He pants as Grace continues his assault on his chest. Eventually, Simon uses his grip on Ryland’s hair to yank his head away. Ryland is smiling from ear to ear, looking extremely content in his current position. “’Freaking tits’, seriously? If you’re not cursing by the end of this, I’m gonna be offended.”
“Tits counts!”
“No, it does not count.”
Ryland grins up at him before turn his attention back to the task at hand. He presses a kiss against Simon’s chest, feeling him tremble as Grace’s hand brushes across the scars along his side. He is being greedy, using this opportunity to touch as much of Simon as possible. He crawls down the bed, settling between Simon’s thighs. The hard line of Simon’s dick is straining against his pants and all Grace wants to do is press his face against it. So he does. He leans forward, practically nuzzling his cheek against Simon’s clothed erection.
“Ahh, fuck! Ryland, holy shit-“ Simon babbles, hips bucking up against Ryland’s face.
With a reaction like that, he doesn’t have room to feel embarrassed. He pulls back to wrestle Simon’s pants off, tossing them aside before settling back into position. He might actually lick his lips when he lays eyes on Simon’s hard dick, leaking against his stomach. Simon is watching him very intently as Grace reaches out to wrap a hand around him, pumping his erection with a gentle grip before leaning in to wrap his lips around the head. Despite it being an incredibly long time since he’s done this he’s pretty sure it’s like riding a bike. Besides, he has a suspicious that Simon has even less experience in this area than he does.
Grace loves pretty everything about this. The solid weight of Simon’s dick in his mouth, the feeling of Simon’s flushed skin against his hands, the constant string of moans and curses pouring out of him. He grinds his hips against the bed, really hoping that he doesn’t cum in his pants just from this. He focuses on Simon, trying to ignore the insistent throb of his own dick. Mercifully for him, it doesn’t seem to take long before Simon seems to be getting close. His hand shoots out to grab a fistful of Ryland’s hair and he’s clearly struggling to keep his hips still.
“Ry, I’m close,” he tugs at Ryland’s hair as if trying to pull him off. Grace obviously isn’t having of that. He grips Simon’s hip tighter, pushing him back against the mattress as he redoubles his efforts. “Shit, I’m sorry, Fuck-“ He cuts himself off with a long groan as he cums down Ryland’s throat.
Grace pulls away from Simon’s softening sock, resting his head on the other man’s stomach as he catches his breath. “Did you say ‘sorry’-“ Simon tightens his grip in Ryland’s hair and tugs, effectively shutting him up. He crawls back up the bed and immediately finds himself being kissed deeply.
“No, shut up,” Simon mumbles as he pulls back from the kiss. He presses his thigh up against Ryland’s erection, grinning at the high pitched whine it draws from him. “Hmm, did you want any help with that?”
“Please, holy shit, I might actually die if I don’t cum.”
Simon laughs as he rolls Ryland onto his back. “Well, we can’t have that.” He is leaning back in for a kiss before he stops suddenly, looking down at Ryland with a smirk. “Did you just curse?”
Ryland groans in frustration, pushing himself to kiss Simon fiercely. “Yeah, and I’ll probably do a lot more of it if you actually touch my dick.”
“Oooh, impatient. Maybe I should make you wait.”
“Please, I am begging you. Do not.”
When Simon finally, blissfully, wraps his hand around Ryland’s achingly hard dick, he strokes him at an almost agonizingly slow pace. “I was right,” he comments casually, lips so close but not quite touching the head, “You are soft all over.”
“Fuck,” Grace cries out when the wet heat of Simon’s mouth finally envelopes him.
If the circumstances were different, he would probably feel embarrassed by how quickly he falls apart once Simon is touching him. As it is, he thinks he’s shown incredible restraint. If he cries a little with the force of his orgasm, well, who could blame him.
After, they are wrapped together and kissing lazily and Ryland would be perfectly content to spend the rest of the day like this. His eyes are closed, fingers toying with Simon’s hair, and he feels himself drifting back toward sleep when a sudden, loud banging on the door jolts them both back to the present.
“Grace Simon done with human mating now, question?”