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Grace kicked up his feet on the wooden desk, softly humming a stupid love song to himself.
Sol had returned to full luminosity. 40 Eridani—they really had to make a better name for the star now that they knew that it had inhabitants, or aliens—had also returned to it’s full luminosity. The Eridians had set up a more complex building out of the biosphere for space travel, letting more Eridians go to space without the risk of the radiation.
Grace twirled the pencil around his index and middle, balancing it with little to no issue.
He was snapped out of his lazy thoughts when a pair of hands kneaded his shoulders, loosening pesky knots.
“Simon?” Grace asked—a stupid question, really, because there were no other humans on Erid—, leaning back into the hands.
“Mm.. why don’t you take a break? You can grade later,” Simon whispered, slipping another hand down Grace’s shirt to graze over his spine.
Grace arched into the touch, gasping softly. “Si, I have to—” Simon interrupted him, gripping a fistful of Grace’s ass. “C’mon, pretty boy. Let’s go to bed.”
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“So pretty for me.” Simon cooed softly. He had gotten better at relaxing at times like these—his religious guilt from the activities the two men did never faded; just took a backseat ride.
Grace moaned, bucking into the hand on his cock. “Simon..—” Simon curled his wrist, squeezing harder. “oh fuck!”
Simon snickered, teasing the tip softly. “So sensitive.” He noted, tracing a vein down his cock.
“S-Simon, I swear—”
Simon leaned down, licking a broad stripe from base to tip. He curled his tongue around the head, humming.
Grace moaned, throwing his head back. Fuck. Simon’s tongue was so warm, and hot, and.. He wasn’t going to be able to last long at all.
“Simon! Oh s-s..shit!” Grace choked out, trying to warn the other man, grasping at his hair. Simon continued to swallow and choke around Grace’s cock.
Grace bucked up helplessly, no longer in control of any bone in his body.
“G’na, ngh, cu-cuhh..” He whimpered, arching his back. He came, shuddering through the aftershocks
“Please.. So good, please,” Grace babbled, tugging on Simon’s hair.
Simon swallowed around his length one more time before pulling off, lightly panting.
“Fuck, Grace.” Simon absolutely growled, gathering Grace’s cum that had trickled down his chin, swallowing.
“Simon, I need you, please!” Grace whimpered, tugging Simon’s hair for emphasis.
Simon exhaled sharply, getting up from his spot in-between his thighs. With the motion he grabbed their bottle of lube.
Grace leaned back on the bed, cock filling out. Spreading his thighs, he watched Simon click open the lube impatiently.
“Si,” he whined, using his heels to tug Simon closer.
“C’mon. Patience, hm?” Simon teased. He slicked up his finger, rubbing small circles.
Grace exhaled, relaxing his muscles. “I need y- oh,”
Simon pressed a finger in, sinking to the knuckle. “Good boy, Ry.”
Grace’s cock twitched, leaning his head back in the pillows. “Please, Simon. Please, I need more— two please,”
Simon obeyed, a second finger joining the first. He curled his fingers, brushing against Grace’s prostate.
“Simoonn..! Oh, nghh, fuuck!” Grace squirmed, his hips bucking into nothing. He latched onto Simon, arms wrapping around his broad shoulders.
“There he is,” Simon cooed, stroking his prostate harder, getting a desperate moan from the blonde.
Simon scissored his fingers, fucking them into Grace’s ass in a frenzied pace. He joined them together, pressing a third finger inside.
Grace wailed, fucking back on the fingers. “S-Si—oh shit, i’m g-gonna cuuh—m!”
All too soon, Simon pulled his fingers out of Grace’s ass.
“Wha— ‘M sorry, please, I j’st wanna cum!” He squirmed desperately, arching his back.
“I want you to cum with my dick inside of you, Ry.” Simon shifted his grip on Grace’s hip, angling his ass further up.
Grace whined, but obliged. Simon slapped his cock against the blonde’s ass, exhaling at the warmth emitting the other man.
He pressed into him, stretching him out. Grace whimpered, fisting the sheets in-between sweaty fingers.
“Good boy, Ry. So fuckin’ good, fuck.” He sunk his cock in to the hilt, groaning when Grace pulsed around him.
Grace whined, fucking back on the thick cock stretching him out. “More, more, move, please!” He begged, clenching down hard on the other man.
How could Simon refuse such beautiful pleas? He began thrusting into the taller man, his hips working overtime to fuck Grace stupid.
Grace scrabbled for purchase on the bed, tiny groans forced out of his throat. That wasn’t the desperate moans that Simon loved so much though.
He angled his hips up, brushing against Grace’s prostate. The man writhed under the assault to his prostate, bucking back on him.
Simon exhaled sharply, picking up his efforts to fuck into the tight heat of Grace’s ass, his balls tightening up. He was getting close.
“Fuck—can I bite you, please, Ry?” Simon whined, folding his spine to mouth against the juncture of Grace’s neck and shoulder.
“Y-Yes, ple—ah, ngh, cu—hh.. mming!” Grace babbled, arching his back even further, pushing hard against Simon when he came.
Simon sunk his teeth deep into Grace’s shoulder, grunting as he gave one, two, three thrusts until he came inside him, drinking in the taste of his blood.
He licked over the wound, which was already starting to scab over.
Simon pulled out, cum leaking from Grace’s hole as his knees gave out, collapsing onto the soft sheets.
Simon chuckled, walking to the bathroom to get a towel. He dipped it into warm water, wandering back to Grace, who was already drifting off.
He lifted Grace’s leg, licking his lips at the sight of his cum leaking out of the blonde, but focused on his task, gathering the cum and wiping it up with the warm towel.
Grace flinched away from the touch to his no doubt sensitive ass. Simon cooed at him, shifting him to lay back.
Wiping off Grace’s stomach and remaining cum on Grace’s dick, Simon climbed further into their bed, throwing the wet washcloth away, instead curling into the taller man’s warmth.
He drifted off in Grace’s arms, comforted by the smell of him, the taste of the blonde’s blood on his lips, the ache in his bones, and the fingers curled in his hair.