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marking what’s mine - a bloodymary fic

simon explains to rocky why he left bite marks on grace’s body. once rocky leaves, the two settle in as simon goes to claim what’s his.

~~ THIS FIC HAS SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS 18+!! ~~

word count: 5.3k

tag list: ryland grace x simon (iron lung), mlm, bloodymary, porn with plot, dom!simon, sub!ryland, rocky doesn’t understand humans, biting, hickeys, making out, oral sex, blowjobs (from both parties), swallowing cum, like 100 words max of hurt/comfort in the middle, hair pulling, fluff, aftercare (maybe? I think what I wrote counts as aftercare), tickling

HII GUYS !! this is my first fic I ever put on the internet which is kind of crazy now that I’m writing that out lolll but I’m super proud of this!!! this was supposed to be like 3k words max but I just didn’t stop writing and here we are. any comments/criticism is appreciated as like I said I’m new to this thing 😭 also a HUGE credit to @smol-ghosts for making the 3-pt comic that inspired this fic (read pt.1 of the comic here!) smol-ghosts if u see this ty for giving me the courage to post this, I hope this lives up to ur expectations :3

The Hail Mary rocketed through space at nearly light speed. Grace sat next to a whiteboard on the ground, hunched over a laptop. The only sounds were the faint typing of the keyboard, the air vent circulating fresh oxygen, and Grace breathing. Every once in a while, Grace looked up at his notes on the whiteboard, then went back to charting Taumoeba breeding data.

Grace perked up as he heard the sound of Rocky’s xenonite ball grow louder. Just as he turned around, the Eridian rounded the corner from the hallway into the lab. He rolled right next to Grace.

Ryland smiled. “Hey, Rock. What’s up?”

“Ceiling,” chimed Rocky. Grace giggled and shook his head. He’d taught Rocky that dad joke a week ago and Rocky had used it whenever he could since.

“Grace working on Taumoeba, question?” Rocky asked.

“Yep,” said Grace. “It’s going good! I think I have an idea on how to breed them for more human nutritional value, but I’m still fleshing it out as of now.” He glanced back up at his whiteboard and pointed at some notes at the bottom. “I’m just trying to figure out how much Astrophage we’ll need to make enough for Simon and I.”

“Grace not have enough food for both Grace and Simon, question?”

“Nah, we do, it’s just not ideal. The slurry isn’t made to be healthy when we’re not in comas, and even then there’s not a surplus of it. We’d be rationing it near the end. If I can avoid that scenario before slurry is the only food left for us, I will.”

“Understand. Rocky watch Grace work.” Rocky rolled a few inches from Grace and tucked his legs under his carapace.

Ryland smiled. “Hey, I’ll take the company.” He turned back to his laptop and started typing away again.

The two stayed silent for several minutes. Grace hunched over his computer, in deep focus. Rocky focused his hearing on the teacher, examining him. He moved slightly closer as he noticed a new mark on the bottom of Grace’s neck. Near his collarbone, partially hidden by his shirt collar, was a human bite mark. The indent was barely visible and left him slightly bruised. Rocky listened intently to Grace’s injury. After a few minutes of this, Grace felt his friend “staring”. He turned to look at Rocky and saw him facing right at his head.

“Why are you looking at me, Rock? What’s on your mind?” asked Grace.

“Why does Grace have human bite mark on neck, question?”

Grace jerked back in surprise causing his glasses to slide off his nose. He clamped a hand over the bruise. His eyes went wide and his cheeks started to turn a light pink.

“F- What?!”

Rocky pointed to the mark. “Human intents on Grace neck,” he explained matter-a-factly. “Highly unusual. Simon bite Grace, question?”

“Rocky-”

“Simon try to eat Grace?” Rocky perked up. “Stupid! Grace just said have plenty of food right now!” He pointed his finger at the laptop.

Grace felt the blush on his cheeks spread. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Oh my gosh, Rocky…” he muttered.

“Now Rocky look past clothes,” said the alien. His hearing highlighted three more of the bites around Grace’s body— one on his shoulder near the first, one on his left pec, and one on the inside of his arm. “Grace have many bites-”

“Aye aye!” Grace backed up and covered his body with his arms. His face deepened into a fiery rose and the blush spread to his ears. “What did we talk about?! That’s incredibly invasive!!” he cried.

Rocky stomped against his ball in anger. “If Simon hurting Grace, Rocky should know!” he chimed.

Grace looked away from Rocky, eyebrows furrowed. “I- he’s not, alright?!” he stammered. He crossed his arms. “It… it’s human stuff, okay? You wouldn’t understand!” he said quickly.

“Explain then,” said Rocky.

Grace repositioned his glasses on his nose. He avoided looking at Rocky and slumped into a ball.

“No.”

“Grace?”

“Nope, not having this conversation.”

The duo sat in silence for a moment. After a bit, Rocky stood up and turned towards the hallway.

“Fine. Rocky go ask Simon.” The xenonite ball shuffled away.

Grace jolted up and turned towards the Eridian. “No! Rocky!” he yelped.

Rocky kept going, ignoring him. “Leaving,” he said as he rounded the hallway.

“ROCK!” Grace scrambled to get up. He ran to try and catch up to Rocky. The two went on a wild goose chase throughout the ship.

Simon sat in the pilot’s chair, watching the live feed of the Petrovascope on the computer. The room was completely silent. At least, it was until the sounds of his crewmates footsteps rushing towards him penetrated through the walls. Rocky bowled into the room and right up to Simon. He waived his fist at him angrily.

“SIMON!” the alien sang.

Simon swiveled his chair towards Rocky’s ball. “Oh, hey Rocky. What’s going on, buddy?”

Suddenly, Grace burst into the room. He stopped for a moment, yelled at Rocky, then ran towards them, stopping at Simon’s side.

“SIMON WE ARE GOING TO DOWN THROW!” cried Rocky.

Simon paused. His brow furrowed. He looked up at Grace, confused. “Uhhh… what?”

“Ugh, Rock, the phrase is throwdown,” Grace groaned.

“Oh. Wait, throwdown? Why are we fighting?” said Simon.

Rocky pointed at Simon with rage. “YOU HURT GRACE!!” he cried.

Simon threw up his hands. “Woah woah woah buddy, slow down here. I didn’t hurt him. Why do you think that?”

Rocky pointed at Simon, then back to Grace. “You bite Grace! Then Grace said not for food, but didn’t explain when Rocky asked. What is purpose of biting, question?”

Simon’s brow furrowed with confusion. “I bit…” he trailed off. His eyes widened as realization hit him. He shot a look at Grace.

Grace stared back at him, eyes wide, brows furrowed. His forehead started to bead with sweat. His fear-filled eyes sent a message that said “Simon, for the love of Pete please do not tell him about that”. A sly, knowing grin creeped onto Simon’s face.

“Simon…” warned Grace, seeing his face.

Simon turned back towards Rocky and shrugged naïvely. “I got peckish. Ryland was the closest thing to snack on,” he said.

Rocky moved his carapace like a puppy cocking its head to the side in curiosity. “So Simon was biting for the purpose of eating,” he asked, trailing off.

Simon shot a sultry gaze at Grace. Grace looked back at him, slightly nervous.

“Simon?”

“Ryland?”

Suddenly, Simon shot his arm out towards Grace’s waist. He hooked his index finger around the tied sleeves of his jumpsuit and pulled him to his chest in an instant. Grace’s breath hitched in his throat. “Oh for goodness-” he uttered.

Simon tilted his head up to look at Grace. He grabbed Grace’s chin and tilted it down to look at him. He smirked as he locked eyes with him. “He’s just too sweet to resist,” he purred. He planted a kiss on Grace’s neck, causing him to gasp.

“So Grace lied!” Rocky cried, oblivious to the romantic tension. “Simon was biting Grace for purpose of eating!”

Grace buried his hand in his face, skewing his glasses. He sighed and rolled his eyes and felt the blush leave his face, more annoyed now than embarrassed. “No, Rock. He’s messing with you,” he replied. Simon looked up at him with lust. He stared at him, plotting something to make him fold.

Rocky stamped his legs against his ball. “Then what is purpose?!”

Simon grinned. Grace went to form a reply, but before he could say anything, Simon grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in. The teacher's eyes widened as he felt Simon’s lips brush inches from his ear, his hot breath radiating against him.

“To let everyone know who Ryland belongs to,” Simon whispered.

Grace let out a shaky breath. The blush that had just started to leave his face returned, painting his face, ears, and even part of his neck Petrova-wavelength red. Heat started to pool slightly in his stomach. He sat in unmoving shock, his brain short-circuiting. Simon sat back with a grin.

Rocky sat still for a second, processing Simon’s response. A few seconds later, he chirped. “Understand!” He held up his front right arm and pointed at the lines and circles engraved in the top. “Like Eridian engravings! Rocky crew have insignia carved into arm to show they on Tau Ceti mission.”

Simon giggled a bit, then nodded. “Yeah, exactly,” he said. Grace sat back on the computer table, still processing.

“Understand, but humans weird. Use mouth to engrave skin, but mouth also used for eating and talking. Engraving doesn’t even last forever. Weird space blobs, weird weird weird,” Rocky mumbled to himself.

Grace chuckled. “Yeah, we are bud,” he said, shooting a look at Simon.

“Glad Grace agree,” said Rocky, the tune resembling laughter. “Rocky go back to lab now. Continue Grace Taumoeba work.” He spun around and rolled the xenonite ball back the way he came.

Simon smirked at Grace as Rocky left. “Yeah, go ahead buddy,” he said. He looked Grace up and down like a lion stalking its prey.

Grace turned to face him and caught him looking. They made eye contact for a split second. Grace got flustered and looked towards the ground. “You’re ridiculous, y’know that?”

Simon walked towards him. He rolled his eyes. “Oh, whatever,” he cooed. He slid his hands around Grace’s waist. He gazed at the teacher’s chest. Ryland’s pecs were outlined through the wrinkles of his science pun t-shirt. Simon licked his lips at the sight.

“Y’know, now that I’m looking at you…” Simon stole one last gaze at Grace’s body, then moved in inches from his face. Now that I’m looking at you, I think I missed some spots…” he murmured, eyeing Grace’s neck.

Grace backed up on the desk. “S-Si?” he stammered. “R-Rocky will hear, y’know-”

His protests were stopped once Simon leaned in and planted a kiss on his neck. His breath hitched and a moan escaped his lips. He quickly plopped his hand over his mouth.

Simon pulled off Grace's neck, and leaned into his face. “Let him watch…” he muttered, trailing off as their lips met. The kiss was soft and longing, both savoring the feeling. The air started to feel heavy as the kiss deepened, both yearning for more. Grace noticed the dull ache in his stomach intensify and shift down between his legs. Simon groaned as he felt a similar throb start in the same spot. He dipped his tongue in Grace’s mouth. The teacher tasted like mint and coffee. He was sickeningly sweet, and Simon couldn’t get enough. He savored the taste as long as he could, moving his tongue along Grace’s. Grace shifted on the table, accidentally hitting a button on the panel. The Petrovascope infrared feed disappeared from the screen and the lights dimmed gradually until they turned off fully. The Taulight from the distant star seeped in from the window, cloaking the room in a warm, faint light, as if from a harvest moon.

It took minutes before one of them pulled away. Simon stepped back and watched as Grace gasped for air, leaning back on the table. He exhaled shakily, wiping saliva from his lips. “Holy crap, Simon,” he uttered, breathing ragged.

“You really do taste too sweet to resist, Ry,” said Simon. He leaned back in, suckling the side of Grace’s neck.

“Oh jeez, Simon!” Grace breathed. He felt the heat of Simon's breath against his skin. The sensation of Simon’s lips gave him butterflies.

Simon took a step away after a moment. He smirked as he admired his handiwork— a hickey was already starting to form on Grace’s neck. He stared at Grace’s body again. The teacher’s chest rose and fell, pecs straining against the t-shirt fabric. The design on the front had text that read “Can I Lick It?” with a color-coded periodic table under it, listing which elements were safe. Simon chuckled at the design and its irony in the moment. He moved back in towards Grace, hitching his fingers under the bottom seam of the shirt. He moved the fabric up, revealing a set of abs and a defined V-line on Grace’s hips. He took in the sight then hitched up the shirt higher.

“Woah Si, what’re you doing?” asked Grace.

“I wanna look at all of you,” replied Simon. He motioned for Grace to lift up his arms. He did, letting Simon slowly pull the shirt fully off. He gazed at Grace’s abs, eyes full of desire. He noticed as the spot between his own legs throbbed. He moved in close again. They made eye contact. The two hovered inches away for what felt like light years.

“Oh c’mere, you darn tease,” cooed Grace as he grabbed Simon’s chin and pulled him in. A shocked moan left the butcher’s lips, but was muffled as they came together. Simon pulled away and stared at Grace in shock, eyes wide. Grace snickered.

“You know, you’re easier to fluster than ya think, Simon,” he said, giggling.

Simon blushed, avoiding eye contact. “Oh, shut it,” he mumbled. He looked back at Ryland. “I could say the same for you, too, y’know,” he said.

“Yeah, but I don’t hide it.”

Without warning, Simon bent down and sucked on the spot right behind his ear.

Grace gasped. “Oh gosh- ah!~”

Simon pulled away. He snickered at Ryland. The sudden kiss left him seeing stars. He laughed. “Yeah, you’re right, you don’t hide it.”

He leaned in towards Grace’s shoulder, sucking on the skin like a vampire. He bit down, causing Grace to inhale sharply. After a few seconds he pulled away. The bite mark was clearly visible, covered in saliva. He looked at Grace. Grace looked at the floor, his cheeks stained crimson. He rubbed his hand over the back of his neck. The teacher was shaking and looked like a deer in headlights. Simon’s face softened.

“Ry, are you okay? I-I’m sorry I… I didn’t mean to hurt you. If you don’t like it, we can stop.”

Grace sat up, looking at Simon. “Oh, no! No no no no no, Simon, I’m fine! I just- I was surprised at it, that's all.” He looked away again. His cheeks somehow turned a deeper red, the color spreading to his ears. He stuttered, “Uh, actually, I, uh…”

Simon's eyes followed Ryland’s. He looked downward and landed at the solid lump between the teacher’s legs, straining against the orange nylon of the jumpsuit. Grace felt him staring and sheepishly crossed his legs.

“This is super embarrassing, but… I, uh, I liked it. A lot.” He paused. “ And I… I wantyoutokeepdoingit,” he stammered.

Simon smirked. “I didn’t quite get that last bit, Ry.”

“Well, I, uh-”

“Say it. It’s okay.”

“I don’t… I want you to keep doing it.”

Simon moved in closer until he was right by Grace’s ear. “Do what? Bite you? Let everyone in this solar system know you belong to me?”

“Oh fudge,” Grace gasped. “Y-yes, please, Si.”

Simon smiled. He moved away from his face and bent down towards his chest. “Just let me know if you want me to stop, ok Ry?” he said. Grace nodded.

He smiled and bit down on Grace's shoulder. Grace did his best to muffle the noise, trying to stifle as much sound as possible from Rocky.

Simon moved to Ryland’s chest. He slowly licked one of his nipples. The sensation made Grace’s stomach flip and he let a quiet whimper escape from his throat. “Oh, cheese and rice, that’s good, Si,” he whispered.

Simon grinned. “Then you should like this,” he cooed. He started sucking his nipple like an infant, dragging his tongue over the tip. The skin tasted of sweat. Simon moaned into his chest, enjoying the sensation. Grace pursed his lips, trying to keep himself quiet. Eventually, he grabbed the back of Simon’s head and pulled him away.

“L… lower Simon,” Ryland breathed.

Simon nodded and started peppering kisses all along Grace’s torso. The marks went all the way down to his hips until Simon found himself suckling along Grace’s waist. As he did, his chin brushed lightly along his delicate blonde happy trail. Ryland twitched at the feeling.

“That feel good, Ryland?” teased Simon.

“Holy crap, yes.”

Simon moved back a bit. Grace’s erection sat in front of him, straining against the fabric. He eyed it, then looked up at Grace. Grace looked back at him with needy eyes.

“You want me to…”

“Please, Si. Pretty please- I’ll return the favor, I promise, just- please.”

A smile crept onto the butcher’s lips.

“Deal.”

He untied the sleeves of the jumpsuit. Grace pushed up on the desk, lifting himself up enough for Simon to slide the orange fabric off his legs. The clothed lump in his boxers beckoned for release. Simon looked up at Grace one last time for confirmation. Grace nodded slightly. Seeing that, he slid down the boxers, letting Grace’s hard-on spring free. The tip was blushing a light pink, and already was beading with precum. The sight made Simon groan low in his throat.

He licked his tongue slowly over the slit. The precum left a slight salty taste in his mouth. Grace instinctively bucked up his hips at the feeling. He had to bite hard on his lip to hold back a moan.

Simon gently wrapped his lips around the tip, his tongue drawing circles around it. He moved in a slow rhythm, savoring the taste.

Ryland tilted his head back and closed his eyes, relishing the sensation. He felt the knot of heat in his stomach slowly tighten. He moaned, low and long.

“Ohhhh, fffudge. So good Si… mmm, just like that,” he murmured.

Simon moved further down Grace’s length, moving up and down on the first few inches agonizingly slow. His lips curled around his cock, aching for more. The butcher felt the heat burn from his own length, making him moan around Ryland.

He moved even further down, stopping an inch or two from the base of his dick. His tongue traced a vein on the top of his cock, making the teacher inhale sharply. Simon gradually sped up and gained a rhythm, made up of slow, sensual movements. The feeling of his mouth around Grace’s length sent warm blood flowing down to his erection, now starting to stretch the cloth around it.

Ryland felt his eyes roll to the back of his head. He tilted his head back in bliss. The only sensations his brain could register were the feeling of Simon around him and the knot building in his core. He barely managed to keep quiet, moans fading to sensual hums in his throat as he pursed his lips desperately. He instinctively put his hand on the back of Simon’s head for stability.

As time went on, Grace quickly felt the knot in his stomach tighten as he got closer and closer to his release. The moans he now struggled to bite back turned to soft, breathy whimpers.

“Oh my g- Si, Simon I’m- mmm~! Oh crud, I’m close, I’m really freaking close!”

Simon slid off his cock for a moment, staring lustfully at Grace as he caught his breath. “C’mon, Ry. Relax for me here,” he purred. “Cum for me, angel. I wanna feel you unravel with me on you.”

Ryland shivered. He whispered, “Fudge Si, please keep going. S-slower this time.”

Simon smiled. He wrapped his lips back around Grace’s cock, now steadily leaking precum. It twitched in his mouth at the feeling.

“Oh gosh~! A-around, the, the tip, like you did before Si.”

The butcher obeyed and backed up to Grace’s tip. He slid his lips lightly down his dick, trailing his tongue along a small vein. Simon swirled his tongue over the slit, licking up the stream leaking out of Grace. A few seconds of that was all it took.

“Oh, Si, Si, I-mmph, I’m right there, crud, crud-” Grace felt the knot of pleasure build until he couldn’t hold on.

“Fffuu-fudge, cumming! M’cumming, m’cumming, shoot, shoot, shoot-aaah!!”

Grace’s eyes rolled back as far as they could go as his release crashed through his body. His dick twitched and broken whimpers spilled from his lips.

Simon took Grace almost to the hilt right before he felt the first hot spurt of semen coat the roof of his mouth. He moaned around his length as he felt the tangy, salty taste coat his tongue. Grace bucked up his hips as Simon took him deeper.

Simon released Grace’s length as he felt him relax inside him. His dick twitched from the feeling of the cold air. It leaked a few residual drops of cum onto the aluminum floor of the Hail Mary. The teacher exhaled and opened his eyes for the first time since Simon first put his mouth around him.

“Holy guacamole…” he breathed. “That was… wow.”

Simon laughed. “Really.”

“Really what?”

“Holy guacamole? I just finished giving you a blowjob and your go-to reaction is holy guacamole?”

Grace chuckled, then shrugged. “What can I say, I’m a junior high teacher.”

“A junior high teacher that doesn’t even curse during sex.”

“It’s okay with you that I don’t, right?”

“Of course, it is, you dork,” said Simon. “I’m just glad I made you feel good.”

“Speaking of…” Ryland hopped off the control panel and pulled his boxers and jumpsuit back up. He kneeled in front of Simon. “…I think it’s time for me to return the favor.”

“Oh, Grace, you don’t have to if you don't want to.” Simon muttered quietly. He looked down at the ground. “I just wanna be useful to you, it’s a miracle you even kept me here anywa-”

“Simon.”

Grace grabbed Simon’s chin and moved it back in front of him. The teacher had a serious, yet kind look on his face. “Don’t think like that. You don’t have to prove yourself to me. You don’t have to earn this. You don’t have to earn anything on this ship. I want to help you. I want you here. And as long as you want that too, you will be.”

The two sat in silence for a moment. Simon spoke after a moment, weakly. “You… like when we… do this, right?”

“Of course I do!” Grace sat back and blushed. “Simon, I haven’t had a- well, uh.”

“An orgasm?”

“Y-yeah. I haven’t had an orgasm that good in a long time, even when it was my own doing.” He smiled. “And, if you’ll let me, I wanna make you feel good too.”

Simon hesitated for a second. “I… I'd like that.”

Grace smiled, then leaned in. “I’d like it too,” he whispered as he closed his eyes and met Simon’s lips. The kiss started soft, but quickly grew in intensity. The two leaned into each other with fervor. Quiet, wet sounds of arousal and gasps filled the room as they made out. They moved over back towards the control panel. Eventually, Simon found his back up against the table and had to put an arm out to stop himself from falling. Their tongues interweaved and the air grew humid around them.

At one point, Grace’s hands found Simon’s waist. Simon moved his hands onto Ryland’s, helping him pull off the cotton t-shirt. Neither pulled away as the shirt fell to a heap on the floor.

Grace backed up from Simon, gasping for air. He gazed at Simon’s now exposed chest. He was similarly built to Ryland— defined abs and strong, built arms, now slightly shiny with sweat. His legs were spread out wide on the panel. His hard-on bulged against his sweatpants. The sight made Grace blush.

“Simon, you look… gosh,” whispered Grace. He leaned back in, kissing him again.

Simon let out a moan. “Ryland, angel…” he whispered against his lips. “Fuck, I need you, Ry.”

“Yeah?” muttered Grace.

“I’m so fucking horny it’s gonna drive me crazy. Oh fuck, Grace, I need you now.”

“I know, Si. Let me return the favor for you.”

As their lips met again, Simon shuffled off his sweats until they fell in a pile on the ground. Grace moved in between the butcher’s legs, spreading them apart. He pulled away from the kiss and knelt down to meet Simon’s waist. His hard-on bulged against the fabric of his underwear, a slight wet spot already seeping through. Grace hooked his fingers under the waistband. He slid the boxers off, revealing Simon’s already leaking cock. The thick veins throbbed, and the tip was blushing a deep rose. Simon hummed low as it hung in front of the teacher.

“Suck me off, Grace,” he muttered.

Grace sat for a split second. Simon was large, and his size was slightly intimidating. He exhaled shakily, then took him a few inches past his tip. Simon moaned immediately. “Fuckkkk,” he hissed.

Grace moved up and down on his length, slowly coating it in spit. He traced a vein on the top of his cock, making Simon bite his lip. He moved faster along him, keeping a steady pace. Simon’s groans filled the cockpit.

At one point, Grace let go to catch his breath for a second. Simon sat up to look at Grace. “Why’d you sto-”

Suddenly, Grace leaned down to the base of Simon’s cock, taking one of his balls in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it. The skin was delicate and slightly salty from the sweat. The surprise wave of pleasure that surged through Simon’s body made his eyes roll back and his breath hitch.

Grace sucked on the sac for a while, enjoying himself. Eventually he let go and took his tongue along his base. He licked a stripe along the entire length from base to tip, moving painfully slow. Simon threw his head back and moaned loudly.

“Fuuuuck, Ry where’d you learn that?” he asked.

Grace smirked. “I just know what you like.”

“Shit, you really do. God, I’m so hard I can barely think.” He sighed. “Fuck, I need you to keep going.”

Grace grinned, sly like a fox. He retook his cock in his mouth. He slid down onto him, taking him almost balls deep. Simon cursed under his breath.

Ryland moved up and down along his cock, covering it in saliva. Simon instinctively ground his hips into him, matching his rhythm. His hand found the back of Grace’s head. His fingers gripped onto his dirty blonde hair. Each slide brought Simon closer and closer until he was on the edge of his release. His sounds filled the room, growing more and more desperate as he reached his peak.

“Mm-fuck, m’so fuckin’ close angel…” he muttered.

The butcher bucks his hips into Ryland faster and faster, setting his own pace as he struggled to hold on. Grace made a surprised noise around him as he sped up. He twirled his tongue around him as he tried to match Simon’s pace. They moved together for another minute before Simon finally unraveled.

“Fffuck, I’m close, close… oh fuck, gonna cum,” he moaned. He squinted his eyes shut as he felt the first wave of ecstasy rush through his cock.

“Oh god damnit, m’gonna cum, fuck~ mph! M’cumming Ry, fuckkkk!”

A drawn-out, wanton moaned spilled from the butcher’s lips as he unraveled. He tightly gripped Ryland’s hair and pulled him down further on him without thinking. He threw his head back and his orgasm tore through him in waves of pleasure. Grace whimpered as he was pulled a few inches from the base of Simon’s cock. The sudden movement jerked his glasses to the left, almost off his face. He felt streams of hot cum paint the back of his throat. He gagged slightly, but forced himself to stay wrapped around him. He moaned as the cum coated his tongue. The salty flavor was like heaven. He closed his eyes and drank it like it was ambrosia.

As he came down from his orgasm, Simon breathed heavily. He let go of Grace’s hair and pulled away from him. Grace moaned slightly as he moved away. The two sat in silence for a moment, both panting. The Taulight made the sweat on their skin glisten.

Simon sighed and moved his hair from his eyes. “Fuck, that was good, Grace,” he said. “Really fucking good.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” replied Grace, fixing his glasses.

Simon chuckled. “I guess we’re even now.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Simon jumped down from the control panel and sat in front of Grace. He grabbed his clothes piled on the floor and put them back on. He offered Grace his shirt back, which he took and pulled back over his chest. They sat not talking for a few seconds until Simon broke the silence.

“Hey, sorry if I hurt you at the end there, I know I got a little rough— you know, the hair pulling and all.”

Ryland sat up and grinned. “Don’t be. I like it when you’re rough with me.”

Simon giggled. “You kinky bastard, I knew you would.” He left soft kisses along Grace’s neck. Grace giggled like a little school boy.

“Simon, that tickles, stop!” he said through laughter. Simon grinned cheekily. “Oh yeah? What about this?” he said playfully. He leaned in and ran his fingers lightly along the sides of Grace’s arms. Grace laughed out loud and cringed away from his touch. The two fell into a wiggling heap as Simon ran his fingers all along Grace’s body.

“Simon! Sto-hahahhahah! Stop it, haha!” Grace pleaded. He curled up in a giggling ball. His glasses slid up and down along the bridge of his nose as he twisted and turned. Simon dragged his fingers along his spine, making him shiver and laugh even harder. He laughed to himself as he spidered his fingers along the teacher’s sensitive stomach.

Tears started to form in the corner of Grace’s eyes from laughter. “Hahaha, Si! Stop it, hehehehe, stop tickling me-hehehehe! He-hahah-help! Cheese and rice, haha!”

Simon smiled wide as Ryland squirmed beneath him. “Hahaha, you stupid dork. I ain’t stopping yet!”

“Si, Si stop! Hahaha, I’m gonna- ah! Hahah, I’m gonna pee-heeheeheehee!”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Plea-hahahaha, plea-heeheehee-se! Please stop, hahah!”

Finally, Simon sat up, letting go of Grace. Grace laid on the ground, still giggling and trying to catch his breath. He sat up after a few seconds and wiped the tears from his eyes. He exhaled shakily. His glasses sat skewed to one side on the nose, but he didn’t bother to fix them. He shot a playful look at Simon.

“Jerk.”

Simon chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Oh, whatever.” He shuffled over to where Grace was sitting criss-cross applesauce. Grace gave him a playful shove.

“You better not do that again.”

“Haha, no promises.”

They both snickered. Simon wrapped his arm around Ryland’s shoulder. They both looked out the window.

Stars glistened all across the vast vacuum of space in front of them. The surface of the planet Adrian was just visible in the distance. The green, gaseous swirls on its surface were illuminated by the Taulight. The two sat together in comfortable silence, taking in the beauty of the view from the Hail Mary.

“Thank you,” said Simon.

Grace looked at him. “For what?”

“For everything. For bringing me into the Hail Mary, for fixing my wounds, for caring for me even though I’m not useful to you, everything. You… didn’t have to do any of that.”

They sat silent for a moment.

“But, I did have to,” said Grace, finally. “Simon, I gave up going back to Earth to save Rocky. If I’m able to save someone’s life, I will. You’re no exception.” He blushed slightly and smiled. “And I am so glad I did.”

Simon smiled too. “I’m… glad you did, too.”

The two turned to look at the view again. Grace rested his head on Simon’s shoulder. Simon pulled Grace in closer and rested his head on Grace’s. They sat still, nestling in each other’s warmth as the Hail Mary sped through the vast expanse of space towards Erid.

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