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The whole thing was starting to feel a little silly. Grace had guided Simon into the bedroom of their new home. Now they sat cross legged, facing each other on the mattress.
It had been about a month since they'd first kissed. Grace definitely, definitely wasn’t counting the days. They had snuck a few more kisses in here and there. They were becoming more frequent, and more intense, but that was it.
Simon had finally let it slip that he didn't really know what else was even an option. It wasn’t something they educated him about on Eden. He’d been a little young to be taught on Mars, either. Simon said he never had much interest in experimenting before, at least not with anyone but himself.
Grace wasn't going to go full sex-ed teacher on the man. Still, he expressed curiosity, so they were here now to… figure it out.
Simon stared at Grace, rolling his thumbs together anxiously. He probably had no idea what to expect from this. Knowing Simon, he likely just hoped that they would kiss more and then get to cuddle in bed.
Grace smiled at him brightly. It made him feel a little bad, seeing that worried look on Simon's face. He tried to put on a brave face of his own to keep his doubts at bay.
“So,” Grace smacked his knees to accentuate the start to their ‘session’. “We're gonna see what we both like. Everything we've done so far has been okay, right?”
“Absolutely,” Simon said quietly.
Grace reached out for his hand. He was too cute for his own good. It drove him up the wall.
“Good. I feel the same way.”
“Let's open this up with you first. I know you don't have much experience, but is there anything that you've thought about wanting to try? Anything at all.”
Simon's cheeks flushed. He dodged Grace's eyes, staring down at their joined hands instead. “I– uh…”
“If you can't think of anything we can move on, but–”
“No, no. I just…Can you, uhm… Can I see you?”
Now Grace was blushing. He moved his hand from Simon's to take off his glasses, setting them down near the edge of the bed.
“Not all at once, okay?” He pulled the zipper down on his cardigan and tugged his arms out from the sleeves. When his hands were gripping the bottom of his shirt he stopped, looking to Simon. His eyes were glued to Grace's hands.
“Uhm,” Grace cleared his throat. “Can I see you too?”
“Yeah.” Simon shook his head. “Of course, yeah.”
They both pulled their tops over their heads. Grace added his to a little pile he had started with his cardigan. Simon tossed his own onto the floor.
Well, this was certainly educational.
Eyes darted across skin, both of them taking in every detail they could. Grace couldn't help but admire how narrow Simon's waist was compared to his broad shoulders. Simon followed the atmospheric scarring to where it faded, just above Grace's left nipple. They both had more scars than they had expected. Simon had several constellations of keloids up and down his chest and ribs. A series of them on either side of his ribs oddly resembled gills. Smaller, shallower cuts dotted his skin like constellations.
Grace held a long, thick chord of scar tissue that stretched along his chest below his pectorals. Simon had latched his focus onto it.
“What is that from?” There was concern in his voice. He brought a hand up to trace the line with his fingers.
“Oh, uh,” Grace chuckled nervously. “I had a little more going on up top and I had a surgery to get it removed.”
“Like… Cancer?”
“No, I just uhm… I’ll explain later, I promise. It's nothing to worry about.”
He hoped it wasn't, anyway.
They were starting to settle into being more exposed, so Grace figured it was time to keep going. He scooted himself in closer.
“Outside of kissing, there's a lot that we can do. I'll take the lead and if you get uncomfortable, or need to ask questions, just let me know. We'll stop as soon as you tell me to, okay?”
Simon took a deep breath. “Yeah… okay.”
Grace carefully closed the rest of the distance, guiding Simon to uncross his legs so that they were arched over his own. He could feel the heat between them already, and was careful not to get too close. Not yet.
“Ryland.”
Simon only used his first name when he was demanding his full attention. It made his legs shake.
“Too much?”
“Yes? No, I just…” Simon already sounded out of breath. “What are you doing now?”
Grace brought his hands up to Simon's shoulders and looked into his eyes. “We're just going to hug, okay? Extra close. Is that alright?”
Simon sighed, seeming to try to pull himself together. “That sounds nice.”
He pulled Simon against his chest. Their heartbeats knocked against each other as the pressure held them in place. Every inch of contact felt like it was lighting Grace on fire. It went on for miles. He felt like something was trying to burst out of him. Like he was being tied down, but sought no freedom from it.
Grace had his face pressed against Simon's shoulder, skin resting gently against his lips.
“This is nice, right? Touching this much?”
Simon shuddered at Grace's breath against his skin. His mind felt like it was melting. Everything was thick muscle and rough hands and the sweet smell of Simon’s body.
“It's really nice.”
Grace’s body reacted to the words, squeezing tightly against itself before relaxing. He could feel heat radiating from between his legs and out to his thighs and stomach. Grace was so close and it took everything in him to not rock his hips in to get the slightest bit of friction. The impulse screamed at him to act, but he knew it was too soon. Just as he had opened his mouth to ask Simon for direction, he spoke.
“Can I kiss you… please?”
Grace pulled back to look at him. There was an enchanting desperation in Simon's eyes. Their lips came together easily, parting to let their tongues share a lazy dance. With a little direction, Simon had become an exceptional kisser. The sharp edges of Simon’s teeth grazed at his lips and tongue, but Grace had already started to learn how to avoid them.
He tried to control the pace, even as Simon became more desperate. A hand tangled itself in his messy blonde tresses and held him in tight.
That's when he finally felt it. They had drifted in close enough that Grace could feel Simon's mass against his own dick. Feeling himself throb against it he moaned into Simon's lips.
Not without effort, he pulled away, bringing his hands to the other man's chest.
“O-okay,” Grace tried to catch his breath. “Hold on a second.”
Simon cupped his face. “Did I do something wrong?”
Grace laughed and shook his head.
“We're just… probably at the next step.” Deep brown eyes engulfed him, trying to pull him back in.
“You’re doing amazing, Simon.” The words melted his worry. He knew that his praise meant the world to Simon.
Grace looked down between their legs with a sly grin. “So, uhm… I can feel that.”
Simon laughed. “Pretty obvious, huh?”
“Yup, you uh…” Grace sighed. Simon’s jeans bulged around the outline of his erection. “You've got a lot to work with.”
“I'm working with something a little different, if that's okay?”
Simon's eyebrows raised with interest.
“I don't see why not.”
“Cool, cool. Do you uh…”
Grace felt ridiculous asking at this point. This whole experiment was meant for them to take things slowly, carefully. All reason wanted to abandon him, though. He was pretty sure they would both be okay with it. He swallowed hard.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
Simon shut his eyes. Grace felt a stiff twitch of his dick through the fabric. That would have been all the answer he needed.
“Please.”
They began the slightly awkward process of untangling their legs and removing their pants. Simon had handled himself, but when Grace had started to wiggle out of his jeans Simon had reached out to tug on the legs to help get them off. They smiled at each other, laughing and stealing kisses as they removed all but their briefs.
“Get up by the headboard,” Grace instructed between drags from Simon's lips.
He did as he was told, nestling himself among the pillows and leaning back against the top of the bed. Grace followed, crawling towards him. Simon’s eyes were wide, wild with something like revelation. Like he never thought he could be so thrilled by the promise of being consumed.
“If it's too much—”
“I know.”
Grace kneeled between Simon’s legs and leaned in. He brought a hand up, palming Simon's dick through the fabric of his briefs with the ball of his hand. His back arched against the touch, a low groan escaping from deep in his chest. Precum had already started to leak and saturate the fabric around his tip.
Grace kept working his hand, using his palm to press Simon's erection against his stomach and occasionally gripping him through the cloth. His hand drifted up to the band, a finger curling under to touch the firm skin between his hips. He teased kisses along Simon's stomach, the first of which jolting him up towards Grace in reflex.
“F-fuck,” Simon stammered. “I can’t help it – I'm sorry.”
“It's okay, angel. May I?”
He opened his mouth to answer, but remained silent. The pet name probably made it worse. Simon nodded, sinking into the bed.
Grace tugged at the band to bring the briefs free from Simon's legs. His dick bounced, getting caught loosely by the elastic. When he was entirely naked, Grace leaned back onto his folded legs, taking him in.
He was already so beautiful, but now Grace could see him fully. The way his sweat made his hair cling to his forehead. That dazed, blissful look in his eyes. His lightly tufted chest working through every breath. And now – a thick, veined muscle nestled between the barrels of his thighs.
Words didn't do it justice.
“You're breathtaking, Simon.”
Simon had told him that he didn’t know what Grace saw in him. As his eyes travelled along his body, he wished that Simon could see himself through his eyes. He hoped that the adoration he felt for him was pouring out onto him – that he could see it in every micro-expression on his face.
There was a wonder on Simon's face too, flushed and pink. Like it was the first time he had seen a star in the night sky.
If the millions of things left unspoken weren’t going to reach him, Grace wanted to show him. To give him an act of appreciation and service he knew Simon had never been awarded.
Grace’s bottom lip curled in as he took a deep breath from his nose. He locked his focus onto Simon’s dick, eyes burning with curiosity.
“I'm gonna try something.”
Simon let his head fall back, closing his eyes.
“I'm all yours.”
Grace leaned forward, resting his elbows on either side of Simon's hips. He started by placing gentle kisses along the solid curve of bone, from the edge of Simon's waist down toward his thighs. His breath lingered between his legs. Rising, a sigh fell against the center of Simon's length before Grace brought his lips against it, trailing deeper, wet kisses from his base up to the head.
Simon balled his fists in the sheets.
Grace lifted him with his hand and brought his tip against his lips. He wrapped himself around it gently, tongue curling and unwinding. The flared skin was traced, drawing up to dip into the slit of his head. He started with tender, narrow swipes with the very tip of his tongue. Grace worked his way down with long laps that put firm pressure against Simon’s skin.
When he was generously wet, he brought his mouth up to Simon's head again and pulled it against his lips, swirling around the soft skin before finally taking it into his mouth.
“S-Shit.”
He was so delightfully thick. Grace’s lips curled in, giving a slight suction as he slid against his length. Simon writhed, trying to keep himself from pushing more than a little into the motions. A hand drifted down to Grace’s hair, gently guiding him along without adding any pressure.
Grace's eyes darted up to look at Simon. Their gaze locked. He could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't going to be told to stop any time soon. It was intoxicating, taking him in like this. The musk of his skin. The feeling of Simon tensing against his tongue. It made him melt.
He wanted to reach a hand out to serve his own throbbing dick, but he was enjoying himself too much to want to take any focus off of Simon.
A hand raised up to cup Simon's balls, squeezing them gently before pressing them up towards his base. With a heavy sigh Simon sunk down against Grace's hand, increasing the pressure. He took Simon as deep as he could, eyes watering from his head being sucked to the back of his throat.
Simon probably wasn't going to last like this. Grace wasn’t sure if they should do more, or just try to take things one at a time. Maybe Simon would think it was too selfish, finishing without Grace. Afterall, this was supposed to be a learning experience for both of them. The thought of laying next to Simon while he tended to himself made him anxious. Trying to explain how he needed to be touched sounded even more daunting.
“Ry–,” Simon huffed, clutching Grace’s hair in his hands.
He let Simon fall from his lips. His breath came unsteady as he wiped at his eyes.
“Is this still okay?”
“I– fuck. It’s too good.”
Simon looked embarrassed. Grace gave him a reassuring smile from between his legs. His hand was wrapped around him, stroking gently as he waited for Simon to speak.
“I'm… I think I'm close. If you keep doing that, I–”
“Do you want to try something else?”
Simon froze.
“... Sure, but I – what if I can't keep it in?”
Grace let him go, raising back up and leaning over him. He kissed him softly, breathing him in before pulling apart to face him.
“Don't worry. You can come whenever you want.”
Simon’s face burned. Grace could see his stomach clenching in his peripheral vision. He was probably lucky that wasn't enough to finish him off right then and there.
Grace slid his briefs off and added them to the pile. The air hitting between his legs made it even more obvious how wet he was. Moving his legs up to straddle Simon, he carefully positioned himself just over his hips.
Now Simon could see what he meant, and he did. Grace’s body was different from his own. His dick was settled far lower. It was shorter and plump with excitement. The head peaked out from a thick, creased hood that had been unraveled as it grew. Delicate folds draped behind it.
Simon was staring, but in that way Grace had become used to when he was sure something would freak him out.
He was curious.
Taking Simon’s dick in hand, Grace guided it towards his opening. He couldn't help but indulge in a few long, slow swipes of his head against Simon's. Grace rolled himself further down, letting himself glide along the tight muscle. He slipped him between his lips so that he could feel how wet he made him.
The focused friction of the smaller dick against his own made Simon jolt, nerve endings catching and shooting out with pleasure.
Guiding him in carefully Grace could feel himself expanding and stretching against Simon's girth. He lowered himself slowly, savoring every inch before settling to rest against Simon's hips.
Their breaths came fast, even sitting still. Simon had never been inside of anyone before. Every part of him was being caressed and squeezed. His eyes flitted and rolled back. Grace could feel the tension of the muscle as he rested inside of him.
Grace tried to stay slow and even, at first. It didn't take long before he was riding Simon as deep and as hard as he could, grinding his hips in at an angle to get every last bit of him inside. His pace wasn’t rushed, instead trying to savor every inch as it melted into him.
It took real effort to not grind his dick against the solid flesh of Simon’s pelvis. This wasn’t just about him.
Reaching out, he grabbed Simon's wrists and pinned them to the mattress, leaning down to kiss him hungrily as he moaned into his mouth.
He should have asked if all of this was okay, but every little “Fuck,” and “Goddammit Grace,” and “Holy shit”, told him that Simon was exactly where he wanted to be.
Grace could tell Simon was trying desperately to keep it together while he pounded him into the mattress. He wanted to stay here forever, guiding Simon in and out of his body and watching the sweat roll down his brow. Simon’s eyes would drift up in hazy focus, darting from Grace’s to his short blonde locks bouncing haphazardly around his face. His hands had come to rest on his hips, thumbs dipping into the crease of his legs.
That's when Grace decided to be a little mean.
Grace began to work his muscles, contracting tightly as he raised his body up just to the base of Simon’s head. Lowering himself, he pushed the muscles out, creating negative pressure with his walls against Simon’s dick. He continued this, focusing purposefully on the motion as he rode him.
Simon’s eyes rolled back. He clutched at Grace's skin, nails digging in.
Simon’s jaw was tight, lips barely opening. “Fuck, Ryland.”
Oh. That sounds like–
“I– I'm gonna—”
Grace could feel it too. Simon was absolutely massive, more in thickness than in length. With every clench of muscle he could feel the pulse of his dick inside him. It was otherworldly. He wanted nothing more than to feel Simon’s release.
“Me too,” he sighed, increasing his pace.
Simon used Grace's hips to roll him even deeper, their skin pounding together as they threw themselves over the edge.
Simon poured himself into Grace with several long pumps. It was enough to seep out, rolling down between their legs and onto the mattress. He groaned, raising his head from the pillows towards Grace's chest.
Grace lost all control over the situation, and especially over himself. The fire that pulsed into him sent his eyes rolling back in his skull. He pushed hard against Simon, grinding his dick against his skin greedily. Releasing his grip on Simon’s wrists, his head fell to the bend of his neck. They wrapped their arms around each other tightly. Their sweat mingled on his face. Grace gripped onto Simon as tight as he could, feeling the sputtering pulses of his orgasm. Voice cracking, he cried Simon’s name into his shoulder between gasps and moans.
He could feel him growing soft inside him as they caught their breath. Simon squeezed him in his arms, pressing a kiss against Grace’s temple.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Grace remembered, faintly, that they were technically trying to accomplish something that wasn't just screwing each other here.
“Was that… okay?”
Simon scoffed. He grabbed Grace's face in his hands and kissed him.
“Yes. Let’s do that more.”