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They're supposed to be watching a movie when it happens. Rocky and Adrian sit together near their screen reader while some sappy romance movie Simon will never admit he's invested in plays, and he and Ryland are curled up on the couch under Ryland's quilt.
Simon is on top of him, legs intertwined and chest rising and falling with Ryland's steady breathing— pressing soft, chaste kisses to the burnt skin of his neck just because he's allowed to now.
He still can't believe it, sometimes, that he's allowed to hold this angel of a man and be held gently in turn. That Ryland not only cares for him, not only sees him as a human being worthy of love and compassion despite knowing everything he's done, but wants him. Ryland wants Simon not only to stay in his home and sleep in his bed and eat his food, but also to kiss and to hold and to pin, writhing in impossibly soft sheets.
Ryland loves him, as impossible as it is. He had told him so not even an Earth month ago when Simon had shut down for weeks only to grit through tears and mutated teeth his confessions of being selfish, insatiable, always wanting more.
Ryland kisses him and calls him beautiful and compares him to the light of living stars and touches his scarred, mutated body like something sacred. He holds Simon's hand like the only one remaining isn't soaked in unfathomable amounts of blood.
Simon is allowed to lay on his angel's chest and press kisses to the evidence of his bravery and unending love and devotion to not just Simon, but everyone else he loves. Ryland just pets his hair and laughs his warm laugh and giggles that Simon's beard tickles, but doesn't pull away.
They cuddle, now. Simon didn't know bodies could fit together so perfectly, but they do, and Simon is allowed to lay intertwined with his angel and watch movies and Ryland trusts him to run kisses and soft scraping of his teeth across the vulnerable column of his throat.
On screen, the main character moans, and the love interest covers his mouth with his own large hand and warns him to be quiet if he doesn't want everyone to hear him falling apart.
The skin under Simon's lips warms, and he pulls back to see Grace staring intently at the ceiling, bright red.
“Grace okay? Why heart beat fast?” Rocky asks, screen reader abandoned.
Simon laughs at the absurdity of Ryland's embarrassment. “Oh, he's okay,” Simon teases, slotting his thigh between Ryland's long legs and pressing their foreheads together— forcing Ryland to make flustered eye contact. “Our blushing virgin over here can't handle a sex scene is all.”
“Understand.” Adrian says. “Simulated human mating causes arousal even when not explicitly shown, question?”
Ryland groans and levels a playful glare at him, face still flushed a pretty pink. “You of all people know I'm not a fudging virgin.” He quips, and then turns his head to answer Adrian's question.
“Yeah. Our brains are pretty good at hearing the sounds and seeing the images and filling in the blanks. Then it thinks that you're the one preparing to… mate, and sends out all the right chemicals. I told you guys about porn and even humans using their imaginations, didn't I?” He explains.
Simon blinks down at him, still propping himself up with his right arm— prosthetic resting on the little table beside them. How does he look less flustered explaining jerking off to aliens than watching a movie?
“Yes yes yes.” Rocky chirps. “Remember. Loud. Leaky. Why humans need fluid for mate? Even self mate! Disgust. Should lay eggs like Eridians.”
…Self mate? Leaky? There's no fucking way. Ryland?
“Did you jerk off in front of the aliens?” He asks, incredulous.
Ryland's face somehow gets redder.
“No fucking way. You let an alien watch you get off.” He breathes. The thought of Ryland in the dorm on the Hail Mary, flushed down to his chest and panting, moaning, trying to explain to his new rock friend what masterbation is through those bitten-off cries is a lot hotter than it should be.
Did he explain how it feels? Did he pump himself hard and fast in his embarrassment to get it over with? Or did he draw it out, run firm hands over his naked body and tease pretty pink nipples to show Rocky what erogenous zones are? Fuck, he probably spread himself open on those long fingers just to explain what the prostate is, just like he did the first time he fucked Simon.
“Hey!” Ryland sqawks, drawing Simon out of his fantasies. Fucking hell, his dick is half hard in Rylands boxers from just the thought of it. “It was for science! We're aliens to them! And Rocky showed me how he lays eggs, so it was only fair!”
“Human reproduction fascinating. AdrianRocky watch GraceSimon mate?” Adrian asks.
It's Simon's turn to blush and sputter now. “What?!” He manages, turning to Ryland for help, but he's just sitting there, head tilted in consideration.
“I mean,” Ryland starts with a thoughtful hum. “We don't have the right anatomy to actually produce offspring, but it is pretty different than masterbation, and I'd say most humans mate for pleasure rather than reproduction, honestly.”
“You're serious?” Simon chokes.
“Yes! RockyAdrian study human pleasure mating! Important human culture! Now two human mates on Erid so can observe!” Rocky cheers, jumping up and skittering around in his xenonite suit.
Ryland puts a cool hand on Simon's face, and turns him to look at him. Simon obeys easily, nuzzling overheated skin into soothing fingers stroking his jaw.
“We don't have to,” He says, “Rock can be pushy, but he does know how to take no for an answer. You know I'll never do anything you ask me not to, right Starlight?” He asks, running a thumb over Simon's bottom lip.
Simon nods, and Ryland clicks his displeasure. “I need words, Simon.” He says.
Simon flushes at the firm tone and tries to hide his face in Ryland's palm, but he doesn't let him. “You'll never do anything I don’t want.” He murmurs.
“Good.” Ryland says, and plants a soft kiss to his hairline. Simon whines at how gentle he's being, and Ryland just chuckles at him, fond and amused.
“Now, what do you think? I think it would be helpful for them to have some knowledge of human reproduction since porn isn't exactly real and they can't hear inside the people on the screen, and you know I love making you feel good, but it's up to you.” He says.
Simon hesitates. He should say no. The thought of being weak and completely vulnerable is terrifying, and Rocky and Adrian hearing the sounds Ryland forces out of him and won't let him muffle is almost as mortifying. But…but he trusts them. He trusts Rocky and Adrian not to hurt him. He trusts Ryland to stop if he so much as breathes wrong.
He trusts that the Eridians will leave if he asks and Ryland will coo soft, beautiful things at him until he cums and then clean his filthy body gently and hold him until he falls asleep.
And the idea of falling apart on Ryland's fingers while he explains exactly what chemicals and hormones are turning Simon into a writhing mess?
He groans at the thought, and suddenly Rylands other hand is cupping the tent in his pants with just enough pressure to pull another sound out of him and not enough to be anything more than a tease.
“Words, love.” Ryland prompts, smirk on his face. He knows, that smug bastard. His sass should not be this fucking hot, but Simon is groaning into the skin of his palm anyway.
“They… they'll leave if I change my mind?” He asks, voice small even to his own ears.
“Of course. Just say the word, Simon, and everything stops. Right?” Ryland says, and Rocky chitters his agreement.
“Yes yes yes. Human mating vulnerable. Will not watch if Simon feels unsafe.” Adrian soothes in their low, sure melody that has helped Simon through so many spirals.
“Okay.” He breathes. He cannot believe he's doing this. He cannot believe he's letting Ryland fuck him in front of the closest thing Simon has ever had to a friend and their partner that has apparently watched his boyfriend jerk off before. This is insane.
“Okay?” Ryland asks, looking at him like he's trying to see straight through his face into his soul. He looks worried, like Simon would ever let him do something he actually hated. He worries too much.
Simon rolls his hips into Ryland's palm, and smirks at the bulge he feels in Ryland's pants against his thighs. “Yeah. Fuck me. I don’t care who watches.” Thats a lie, but Ryland knows what he means. He knows that Simon trusts Rocky and Adrian.
“Mhm. Okay. Let's head to bed then, hm?” Ryland asks, and Simon scrambles up a little too quickly. Ryland laughs at his eagerness, but leads him by the hand to the bedroom and goes about gathering lube and a clean cloth and some water for afterwards while Rocky and Adrian settle in to the far corner of the room— giving them space.
“Okay!” Ryland claps, and the absurdity of him using his teacher voice while Simon sits, legs spread, on the edge of their bed is enough to make him laugh.
“Oh hush, you.” Ryland says with a fond eyeroll. “Alright, so usually human mating rituals start with foreplay. Kissing, touching erogenous zones, grinding, et. cetera, et. cetera. Simon, take your shirt off please.” He says.
The impartial tone has him blushing, but he obeys— folding Ryland's shirt to the side and staring up at him wide-eyed when he steps between his open legs. “Be good and let them hear what feels good, okay?” He says, and then long fingers are caressing his face and trailing down his neck to his gills. Simon moans, and Ryland presses a kiss to his forehead for following instructions.
“Now, for Simon, his gills are pretty sensitive,” Ryland continues, slotting two fingers into Simons panting mouth and using the saliva there to finger sensitive gills with practiced movements. Simon gasps at the sensation and his dick aches.
“And most humans like to be kissed and bitten on the neck,” He says, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin below Simon's ear.
“Listen,” He says, giving Rocky and Adrian a look, “This one's his favorite,” he says, and suddenly his tongue is lapping at Simon's gills, swiping around the edges and pushing inside.
“Hah— oh, fuck, Angel. Oh my—” Simon pants, cutting himself off with a desperate moan when Ryland sucks.
Ryland pulls back with a satisfied hum and trails his hands lower. “Hear how fast his heart is pumping? Hear his blood pooling in his reproductive organs? The blood flooding the spongy tissues there prepares the penis for penetration.” He explains, and then skilled fingers find Simon's nipples and twists.
Simon lets out something that is not a squeak and groans at the pleasure-pain, and Ryland laughs, falling to his knees to lap apologetically over sensitive skin.
“In females,” He continues between licks that have Simon's head falling back, “Nipples help in milk production for human infants,” He says, and then sucks a sensitive nub into his mouth and nips at it. Simon's hips buck involuntarily, and Ryland presses his thighs back down into the bed hard with an amused hum that just has Simon gasping for air.
“They’re largely vestigial in males, but they're very sensitive for some people. Right, Simon?” Ryand says, squeezing the pec he's not sucking on and digging blunt nails into soft flesh a little.
“Mhm.” Simon groans, because he knows Ryland wants an answer.
“Words,” He chides. “Tell us what it feels like, sweetheart.” Ryland cooes and then sucks the other nipple into his mouth and kneads over the one he was abusing before.
“Good— fuck, it feels good.” He whines. Grace hums for him to continue, so he does. “Hot. Tingley. Fuck— like— like electricity. Angel, Angel, please.” He begs, and Ryland rewards him by pulling him by the hair into a deep kiss. Simon's hips try to rut into him, but Ryland holds him down.
“Be patient, Starlight.” Ryland chides. “See how he can't sit still? He's trying to be good, but his body is looking for friction.” Ryland explains, and Simon whines at how pathetic he must look right now, trying to rut against Ryland's thigh when he hasn't even touched him yet.
“Human body acts separate from brain for mating?” Adrian asks, and Simon remembers that he's being studied right now— that they can hear everything happening inside of him and want to know why.
“Kind of,” Ryland says, and presses gently on Simon's shoulders until he lays back on the bed. Ryland motions for him to scootch up toward the headboard, so he does, and he's rewarded by Ryland straddling his thighs just below his aching cock. Rylands pants are tented, too, and Simon smirks at the knowledge that he's not the only one affected by this.
“We have control over most things, if we want to. Simon, arm above your head. No touching until I tell you to.” He says, and once Simon obeys, Ryland peppers kisses all over his face, leaning forward just enough to press their bulges together. Simon fists his hand into the sheets to keep it where Ryland wants it, and Ryland groans into the skin behind his ear.
“Watch. You want to touch, don't you Simon?” He asks, and Simon takes a sharp inhale of breath.
“Yeah, yes, please, Angel, wanna touch you. Wanna make you feel good. Wanna—” he begs, but Ryland cuts him off with a groan.
“But you won't, because you're going to be good for me, hm?” he says.
Simon lets out a frustrated little sound halfway between a groan and a sob, but he nods, gripping the sheet for dear life.
“So that he can control.” Ryland starts, and sits to run his hands down Simon's sides. Simon shudders at the light touch and Ryland chuckles, “But this? This is all hormones and chemicals and electrical signals. Listen to how his muscles contract here.” He continues, and Simon’s muscles jump at cold hands petting down the center of his chest, down to padded triangle of muscle just above where Simon wants him most.
“Ohhh. Understand. Humans leaky. Mating fluid?” Rocky asks, and Simon groans as nimble fingers find the waistband of his pants and underwear and pull them down in a single, fluid motion. His hard cock bounces free and hits his stomach, leaving an obscene smear of precome behind.
Ryland answers as he pulls the garments all the way off and tosses them on the floor. “Yes and no. It's self-lubrication, not semen. The vagina is self-lubricating too, so during reproduction, the penis can usually fit inside without any extra help, but when two males mate for pleasure we need extra lubricant.” He says, snatching the lube bottle and kneeling between Simon's legs when he spreads them wider.
“Put penis in waste hole?!” Rocky shrieks, and they both laugh.
“Yes, Rocky. Humans are gross, but you already know what it looks like for a male to orgasm from stimulating the penis, so I'm going to show you a prostate orgasm.”
“What?” Simon chokes af the same time Adrian asks, “How work, question?”
Grace coats his fingers in lube as he answers. “You know what the prostate gland is. If you stimulate it internally, you can trigger an orgasm without any external stimulation. It's slightly different than a regular orgasm. I thought I'd show you the difference.”
“Wha— you want me to come without even touching me?” Simon asks. Whines, really. He knows that Ryland hitting that spot inside of him feels good, but to come without touching himself at all? Is that even possible?
“It'll feel good.” Ryland promises. “Trust me? We can do something else if it's too much.”
“Yeah,” He breathes, because he's never trusted anyone more in his life and he'd let Ryland edge him for the rest of his life if it meant keeping those hands on him. “Yeah, I— okay. Okay.”
“Good boy.” Ryland says, pressing a kiss to his inner thigh. “You ready?”
Simon groans and cants his hips. “Ryland, if you don't fuck me right now—” He starts, but he cuts himself off with a moan when a cool finger presses inside of him easily.
“Patience.” Ryland giggles. “You're all stretched out for me from this morning, but we need to show them what prep looks like, Starlight. Let me get you ready for me, hm?”
The finger slides in fully, and Ryland nips at his inner thigh. “Look at you. Taking it so easily. So good for me Simon.” He breathes, and Simon's dick twitches at the praise.
“It move!” Adrian chirps, and Simon moves his hand to hide his face.
Ryland's finger is gone, and Simon whines at the loss before his hand is pulled away and pressed back to the matress. “None of that, sweetheart. That's a good thing, Adrian. It tells me he likes what I'm saying, don't you Simon? You like being good for me? You like taking my fingers?”
Simon whines and tries to turn his face away again, but Ryland stops him, so he nods. “Yeah,” he croaks, because he knows his angel wants words. “Yes, please. Ryland, Angel, I need it, I need you, please, fuck me. I'll be good. I won't touch. I—” He rambles, and Ryland cuts him off with a searing kiss and a roll of his clothed hips against Simon's leaking cock.
“Good boy. I know you will. Now, I have to stretch him out first, otherwise it hurts. Can you take two, baby?” He says, crawling back to his previous position.
Simon nods quickly, but turns to look at Adrian and Rocky as the first finger finds his entrance again. “He's— fuck. He's giving you the wrong idea. People don't—” Ryland adds a second finger and he screws his eyes shut at the stretch. “Fuck, Ryland! Mhm, sex isn't usually done fully clothed.” He manages, meeting Ryland's eyes with a challenging glare at the last part.
“Grace skew data?” Adrian asks.
“Yeah he— fuck!” He cries as Rylands fingers curl into that fucking spot hard. “He should take that fucking shirt— ngh!” Ryland fingers his prostate in long, firm strokes, and slams into it hard on every thrust until Simon is a writhing, whimpering mess in damp sheets.
“That,” Ryland says smugly, slipping in a third finger with the rest, “Is the prostate.”
“It shut Simon up.” Rocky chirps.
“F— uck you.” Simon says around a moan, back arching at the pleasure and cock aching.
“No. Grace fuck Simon. Rocky watch Simon leak.” That fucking rock says, and Simon's hips buck despite himself.
“What feel like?” Adrian asks, and Simon groans and turns away.
Ryland hits that spot again, and Simon feels his dick leak even more precome. “Answer the question, Simon.” he says, fingering sensitive nerves again and again.
“Fuck! Fuck— I— I can't it's—” He moans, and Rylands fingers dissappear. Simon sobs the emptiness. “No, fuck, please, please.” He begs.
Rylands hand smoothes his hair away from his face, and he leans into the touch. “Please just fuck me. Please. I need it— I need you inside. Need to come. Please, Angel, Ryland, fuck me.
“Youre doing so good, sweet boy. Tell us how it feels, and I'll take care of you. Okay?” Ryland asks, already shimmying out of his pants and boxers, dick bright red and leaking.
Simon groans at the sight, mouth watering in some kind of pavlovian response, and whines.
“Words, Simon. Be good, and I'm all yours.” Ryland promises breathes, lifting Simon's hips up with ease to slide a pillow underneath and pressing the rip of his dick to Simon's hole with a filthy moan.
“Good—” he chokes. “Feels so good. I can't— like fire— like—” he tries, and chokes on a sob. “Ryland please. I'm so empty. Please fuck me. I need it. Need your dick. Need you inside. Please, Angel—”
“Okay. Good. You've been so good for me Simon. Okay, um, fudge— u-usually on Earth you'd use a condom but—”
“No.” Simon growls, grabbing at Ryland's knee with hands. “No, need you to come in me. Please. Need to feel you.” he begs.
Ryland drops his forehead to the inside of Simon's knee with a groan. “Fuck, you can't just say stuff like that,” He groans, but he's already pushing his head through a tight ring of muscle.
Simon gasps at the stretch and at making Ryland curse. He loves making his angel so high on pleasure that he can't even censor himself. He loves knowing that he did that.
Rylands sinks in slowly, panting, trying to give them both time to adjust. With the angle, he brushes against Simon's prostate as he bottoms out. Full. He's so full. Ryland is inside of him. It's the closest they can possibly be without Simon crawling into his ribcage, and he would live the rest of his life speared open on Ryland's cock if it were his choice.
“We, hah, ngh, we have to— have to go slow so his muscles can relax.” Ryland explains, leaning in to kiss Simon’s chest, just over his heart. Simon doesn't want to wait. He wants Ryland to move and fuck him until he can't speak.
He squeezes around Ryland and watches him double over with a moan. “Simon.” he moans, “You can't—”
“Your turn, Dr. Grace. Teach us how it feels.” He teases, squeezing once, twice, three times until a sob wrenches its way out of that pretty throat.
“Simon! I— I can't—” He whines, panting.
“Oh, now you're embarrassed?” Simon huffs.
“Grace explain.” Adrian demands, and Ryland's head snaps to face the Eridians.
“Fuck.” He groans, and Simon squeezes him again, just to give him a taste of his own medicine.
“Simon! Hah, fu-udge, ngh, hot. Tight. Fuck, Simon, you feel so good.” he groans.
“Then move.” Simon groans, wiggling his hips. Ryland nods, pulls back halfway, and presses back in slowly, gentle as ever. Simon needs more.
“I won't break if you fuck me harder.” He demands, and Ryland pulls back all the way before slamming hard into that spot that makes Simon's back arch and toes curl in the sheets.
“Fu-uck—” he moans and Ryland does it again with an obscene squelch.
“That it, baby? That what you wanted? Feel good?” He pants, starting the punishing pace that always has Simon begging for it.
“Yeah, yeah. Shit!” Simon moans, writhing as his world narrows down to Rylands body on his and overwhelming pleasure.
“Fuck. Fuck, Simon, you feel so good. You take me so well. Look at you, baby, you can't even— hah— sit still.” Ryland groans.
The familiar feeling of his orgasm is building, but— “Ryland— Angel, fuck! I— something's—” He moans through pounding strokes.
“You gonna come baby?” Ryland pants. “I knew you could. Shit, you're so— mhm, thank you. I love you like this. So good for me, hah, look at you. So beautiful.”
Simon lets out a wordless sob as Ryland's pace begins fo stutter and grow sloppy. “For you. only you. Only— fuck. Ry— love you—”
“Si— hah, fuck, love you, Simon. Love you, love you, love you.” Ryland chants, thrusting into him with every profession.
Simon shouts his name as his body spasms, and he comes in thick ropes across Ryland's lean chest.
“Simon leaking,” Adrian says from somewhere beside him, and Simon whines through overstimulated tears when Ryland only fucks him faster at their words.
“Hah, that's— fuck— good. He feels good.” Ryland pants, hips stuttering. Simon lets out a keening sob as Ryland continues to abuse his prostate, body trying to get away from the stimulation, but Ryland's firm hands keeping him in place.
“I know, baby, I know. Fuck. Almost— almost done. You can take it. Gonna come in you like you asked.” Ryland pants.
“Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Simon babbles through gasps and aborted moans. He feels like he's on fire. It's too much. He'll take anything his angel offers him.
Ryland buries himself to the hilt and Simon gets to watch his angel fall apart, flushed pretty pink and moaning his name through sweet tears. Warmth blooms in gut as Ryland rides out his orgasm, grinding into Simon with a softening cock.
Ryland pulls out and collapses on top of him with a breathless laugh, peppering gentle kisses where his face is buried in Simon's chest.
“Fuck,” Simon breathes, “That was…”
“Yeah.” Ryland nods, and presses himself up to give him a peck on the lips, too. “Thank you for letting me do that, sweetheart. How you feeling?”
Simon hums, eyes fluttering closed. “Good. Floaty.” he manages.
“Human mating so messy!” Rocky chitters, and Simon regains control of his arm to flip him off.
“I cannot believe I let you do that.” He says, and Ryland kisses him again.
“I can. You're so good for me, Simon. Adrian, can you bring me that cloth and some water, please? Cleaning up and rehydrating is important after human mating.” He asks, and the large Eridian appears at the edge of the bed.
“Thank SimonGrace.” They say as Ryland gently wipes Simon clean. “Human mating beautiful! So close! Heart beat so fast and together! Sound pretty pretty pretty. Good to study real mating.”
Simon flushes at their words, and Ryland chuckles at his embarrassment. “Mhm,” He hums, scratching lightly at Simon's scalp, “Very pretty.”
Simon tries to hide his face, but Ryland throws the cloth somewhere and takes it in both hands.
“Gonna have to clean that up now.” He grumbles, but Ryland cuts him off with a chaste kiss.
“Pretty.” He says, kissing Simon's forehead. “Beautiful.” A kiss underneath his burnt eye. “So good.” A peck on the tip of his nose. “So strong.” A kiss over mutated teeth. “All mine.”
Finally, Ryland actually kisses him, and Simon melts into it, relishing in the way their naked bodies slot together. Skin on skin. The weight of his angel on top of him, pressing him into their bed. The gentle caress of hands across his cheeks, smoothing hair away from his forehead.
“Love you.” He mumbles. He doesn't have the words, but he needs Ryland to know. He's never loved anything more than this: their little home on an alien planet, their house, their bed, Ryland's touch, Ryland Grace.
“I love you too, Simon.” Ryland says. “Lets get you some water and head to bed, hm?”
Simon nods, eyes already fluttering closed. He drinks when Ryland prompts him to, and then pulls his angel down onto his chest with a satisfied hum.
The bed dips, a blanket is laid over them, and Simon opens his eyes to find Adrian towering over him— Rocky already curled up on Ryland's side of the bed.
“GraceSimon sleep. AdrianRocky watch.” They coo, pressing a warm, xenonite-clad claw to Simon's forehead.
“Thanks, ‘drian.” He mumbles into Rylands hair.
As he drifts off to sleep, the only thought left in his mushy brain is “safe.”