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Something wasn't right.
Simon tried to blink the sleep from his eyes, but they wouldn't clear. He felt strange somehow. Groggily, he looked around.
This wasn't his room. He was in Grace’s room. In Grace’s bed. He felt himself blush, his face heating more easily than it normally would. They didn't have that kind of relationship. What had happened? He rubbed at his eyes - still blurry - and pushed the blankets back with his other hand.
His… other… hand…
He sat up with a shock.
He was in his Angel's body.
There was no question about it. He grabbed the glasses from the bedside table and put them on. His vision cleared. He was breathing fast. Okay, alright. This was fine. He would be respectful, and-
He was already hard.
Fuck propriety.
This was probably a dream anyway.
He leapt out of the bed. Grace should really work out more, he could feel the Erid gravity was hard on his joints. Simon made a mental note to bully him into it. He turned the light on and locked the door.
There was a full length mirror on the closet door, just like his room. Good. No time to waste, he didn't know how long this would last. He stripped out of Grace's sleep clothes immediately. Simon slept nude, of course. No point in sleeping clothed when you had your own bedroom. He thought maybe the air felt a little cooler on Grace's skin though. Maybe his body was still used to Earth's warmth?
He admired himself in the mirror. Fucking gorgeous. What a sight. His Angel never let him see him naked, no matter how often Simon walked nude from the shower to his room, or how many “medical examinations” he let Grace make of his mutated body. Earth bashfulness, silly. And what a waste, he was so lovely. Tall and lean, but still nicely muscled, especially his long shapely legs. Pretty scars along his left side - just like Simon. Everyone on Eden had scars. He liked the look of Grace's.
His hard cock was flushed pink, the head a shade darker. Simon wrapped his hand around it. Did he not have a foreskin? He examined it curiously, running his thumb around the shaft just under the head. Maybe a scar there? Some kind of medical procedure? He gave it a few experimental strokes and shivered with pleasure. It seemed to work okay anyway. And it was definitely a lot less strange than what had happened to his own cock after the blood ocean. So who was he to judge, really. Kind of nice to be holding a human dick in his hand again. Nostalgic. It was a good size too…
He met his own gaze in the mirror and jumped like he'd been caught. It was weird to have those startling blue eyes looking back at him. They were so bright and intense. He put his free hand (that was nice too) in his hair, just to touch it. Soft, it felt just as nice as it looked. He tried gripping it and pulling a little. It felt nice in his hand, but he couldn't really tell if Grace would like the sensation. It just wasn't the same when you did it to yourself.
He trailed his hand down, touching his lips. Soft. Full. He sucked on his fingers a little, stroking his cock, imagining how it would feel to have that mouth around him.
He ran his hand down over his neck, over his chest. His pink nipples were sensitive, they pebbled under his touch and he gasped.
His Angel's voice.
Why hadn't he thought of that?! He was always so quiet when he masturbated. A hard habit to break after a life in barracks and then in prison. But he'd make an effort if it meant he could hear the pretty sounds of pleasure his Angel would make.
He was touching himself loosely, really more trailing his fingers over Grace’s shaft, caressing the head. He let out a quiet moan, which immediately got louder as he heard the sound of it. He cupped his balls (those seemed normal, no strange medical procedures that he could detect) and rolled them in his hand, whimpering experimentally. He'd never whimpered in his fucking life. It sounded incredible. He was so turned on already, precum gathering at the slit of his cock. Grace’s cock.
He didn't want to get too carried away. He wasn't quite done looking yet.
He turned around and looked over his shoulder. Nice. If this was really a dream he was writing it down as soon as he woke up, he never wanted to forget it. It was making him reconsider his hatred of God.
He grabbed his ass in both hands and squeezed it. He moaned. Fuck that sounded good. He liked the look of the bright blue eyes and the pretty face looking over his shoulder at him too. He bent over, arching his back, running his hands down over his firm thighs. What a vision. Grace would never make such a wicked expression as the one in the mirror now. It was fun to see on his face. He'd have maybe liked to try to look a little cuter and more embarrassed, but he wasn't really that good of an actor.
He spread his cheeks with his hands and admired the dark pucker of his tight hole. He wanted to play with it, but he probably shouldn't. If they switched back soon it would be obvious that he had, especially if Grace didn't do that kind of thing normally. He brushed his fingertips over it, circling it and letting out a needy whine. It would be a shame, really, if Grace didn't touch himself that way. He was so sensitive here.
He stroked his cock a bit more, gripping more firmly now. It was pretty dry, even with the little bit of precum at the tip. It was kind of hard to do with no foreskin, and his own cock drooled so much slippery precum now that Simon was used to a lot more glide than this.
He almost spit in his hand, but he straightened up suddenly with realization. Grace wasn't a “spit in your hand” kind of guy. Grace would have lube. Something like that anyway, maybe lotion, or oil. He went to the bedside table and opened the drawer. He almost passed out.
Grace had a dildo.
He had to lean on the bed for a second to calm down. The glasses had slid off his nose and were dangling from his chin. He put them back on and looked at it again.
No way.
No fucking way.
That was his dick!
Simon was furious. All this time and he- And they could have- He could have- How long?! How many times with the toy?!
“Medical examinations my ass!” He said, and then, hearing the curse in Grace's voice, added - “Fucking cunt!” - just for fun.
It sounded so strange that he laughed. Grace’s laugh, not his own laugh in Grace’s voice, he noticed. He was making so many scientific observations today. And he was about to make some more. He grabbed the lube and the dildo.
He'd fucking known it was suspicious when Grace had him jack off in front of the Eridian Human Science team. He probably hadn't even done it himself like he'd said he had. Though, maybe he had. Rocky was kind of a freak like that. And he could be so convincing.
Had he told them he needed the silicon model for science experiments? Simon was going to have a very serious conversation with him about this. A very physical conversation. With lots of moaning.
He looked at the toy again, squeezed it in his hand. It was pretty realistic, the shape and size were accurate anyway. The tapered head, the long smooth ridges running down the shaft, the rows of bumps along the sides, at the top near the head, and along the bottom near the base. The firmness wasn't quite right, but it changed so much as he approached orgasm, the bumps going from soft and pillowy to rock-hard as he approached release. A toy could never.
The knot wasn't swollen either, he noticed. Maybe Grace didn't think he could take it?
“I guess we'll find out together then, won't we?” Simon said in his voice.
He laid down on the bed and got to work, pouring lube onto his fingers and slicking Grace’s hole. He slid the first finger in. It went in so easily he added a second one right away. He was so hot and soft, Simon wanted to bury his cock in him right away. And he would! Kind of.
“Ah Grace,” he moaned. And then, hearing himself, said instead, “Simon.”
It felt weird to say but sounded great to hear, so he kept it up.
“Oh Simon, please,” he said, satisfyingly breathy as he stroked himself with a now-slick hand and worked himself open simultaneously. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been able to do both things at once. “Fuck me, Simon! Ah, I want you in me so bad I made a fucking dildo of your cock to fuck myself with.” He grinned. Fucking Grace. His Angel could be such a little bastard sometimes.
He had added a third finger and eyed the toy, wondering if he should go for four.
Was it weird to fuck himself with his own cock? Whatever. He grimly thought it was actually lucky the dildo was modeled after him anyway, since it would give him a nice preview of exactly what Grace would be feeling as soon as he got his body back. After he was done kicking his ass for not just asking for it, of course. He grabbed it and lubed it up, positioning it and feeling the tapered tip catch on his prepared entrance.
“Oh Simon, please, put your huge fucking monster cock in my-” he choked on a laugh “-in my needy hole!” This was too fun. Simon would make him say all this shit for real. He was throwing the toy away after this, Grace would have to come to him for the real thing.
He pushed it in.
Simon fumed at how easily it slid in. (How often?! Had he done it last night?!) Though he thought that was lucky for Grace considering his near future.
“Blood ocean gave me precog,” he muttered to himself, “but all I can see is all the different positions I'm gonna fuck you in.”
He laid back and gripped the base, pulling it out and pushing it back in. He didn't have to force the high, thready noise he made as all the little bumps and ridges caught on the ring of muscle and massaged his insides. It felt amazing. Maybe he would steal it instead of throwing it away, after all. He groaned and gasped as he worked it, his cock leaking all over his stomach.
He pulled it out and turned it over, wondering what it would feel like if he fucked Grace from behind instead.
His toes curled as he slid it back in. “Agh, Grace!” He cried, “I mean - fuck! Simon!” He angled it to run the ridge of bumps along that sensitive spot inside him. His cock jumped and he grabbed it, stroking it hard, he was almost there-
He shouted as his orgasm hit him, his cock spasming in his hand, his knot swelling, rope after rope of thick come pumping out over his fingers and onto the floor he was kneeling on. He almost fell over from the disorientation.
He looked down at himself. And it was himself, he was back in his own body. His cock was in his hand, knot swollen, still leaking a steady dribble (which it would continue to do until the knot went down). He was kneeling in front of his own full length mirror, now splattered with his seed. There was drool all down the left side of his face and neck from where the huge, needle-like teeth extended his mouth. The gills along his sides were flushed and open, leaking moisture, the dark red folds of flesh inside exposed and sensitive. Like they got when he would… play... with them...
“MOTHER FUCKER!”