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"Please, angel!"
"No."
Another whine tears itself out of Simon as Grace lifts his hips up and down at a glacial pace, his hand teasing the base of his own cock. He raises his hips up and down a few more times before grinding downwards into Simon's pelvis with a breathy moan.
Simon is propped up with a mountain of pillows behind him, resting at an angle as he stares at Ryland with tears running down his face. He tries moving his hand in vain form where it's tied to their headboard, his prosthetic discarded for the night.
Simon sucks in a few hiccuping breaths before he starts begging again, "Please! Please, I wanna come in you so bad, wanna make you feel good!"
Grace chuckles lightly, "Well, I don't know about you but I feel very good right now. I just want to take my time tonight. Really let the pressure build, y'know?" Simon groans and throws his head back at the rejection, "And as for you coming? Only good boys get to come, and you have been very naughty today."
Grace grabs Simon's face to force him to make eye contact, "You haven't even apologized yet. And you seem determined not to. So, I'm taking matters into my own hands. You can either apologize or take your punishment. Your choice."
Simon whines, "You were in the lab all day, again! You've been so focused on that project, we haven't properly been together in weeks! I—" He sniffles, "I missed you."
Truthfully, Simon was right. Recently the Eridians asks Grace to take a look at some taumoeoba that had evolved strangely in one of their labs, and he was so excited to do as much research as he could. He also totally forgot about his wonderful husband waiting at home for him.
Like an idiot.
For the past few weeks Grace had been leaving the house right after Simon woke up, and only returning after he went to sleep. In hindsight, he definitely deserved Simon bursting into the lab and hauling Grace over his shoulder back to their house to force him to eat a proper meal and take a break that wasn't a twenty minute power-nap.
He did not think it was fair, however, that Simon then refused to talk to Grace after dragging him back home. He simply sat down a plate of food in front of him, walked out of the kitchen, and locked himself in their bedroom for the next three hours. Grace does feel bad about the past few weeks, of course he does. And obviously, he does realize that he should've prioritized Simon more, especially with how lenient he had been with his stupid obsession with this project. But sue him he wanted to be with the love of his life, not stuck outside of their bedroom like some misbehaving dog.
Not to mention that Simon fled to the greenhouse without a word for the rest of the day after thirty minutes of Grace begging outside their door. He might have deserved the treatment but he was peeved about it, okay?
"If you missed me so much, why did you ignore me, huh? Why did you lock me out of our room and then run down to the greenhouse to avoid me?" Grace punctuates each question with a drop of his hips.
"You needed a taste of your own medicine, you asshole!" Simon's hand tugs against its bindings angrily, fighting a moan with every downward thrust, "Not so enjoyable, is it? Being ignored— Mhgh!" Grace stuffs his two of his fingers into Simon's mouth to shut him up.
He tuts gently as he continues his up and down movement, "If you don't have anything nice to say, you shouldn't say anything at all." Simon just moans around his fingers as they fuck into his mouth. They've already been at this for an hour and Grace is sure the only reason Simon hasn't come yet is because of the cock ring wrapped around his base. Grace can feel his dick twitch pitifully with every smooth movement of his hips.
Grace sighs again, "If you want to be so rude then maybe I should just go back to the lab." He would never, Simon is right, he's been a jerk and Grace refuses to leave the love of his life unfulfilled for one more night. Doesn't mean he's not allowed to have a little bit of fun with it though. Simon yelps and tries to speak around his fingers.
Grace raises and eyebrow teasingly, "Oh? Do you have an objection the that, sunshine?" He pulls his fingers out to slap Simon's face lightly, just enough to sting a bit. The sensation cuts off his train of thought with a beautiful groan, his eyes glazing over slightly.
Simon blinks, shakes his head softly and heaves in a deep breath before he starts rambling franticly, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I should've stayed and talked to you, I shouldn't have gone to the greenhouse, I'm sorry! I w-was— I was just so mad, I should have said something earlier, but I-it— that project was so important to you! Please d-don't leave me, please, I'll do anything! Please I don't want to be alone again—" Simon starts sobbing heavier as he works himself up.
Oh fudge. Ryland Grace you absolute idiot, look at what you've done.
Grace knew Simon had been feeling neglected these past few weeks, how could he not, but he didn't realize it was to this extent. God and he just jumped right into this, like a moron. Simon was a brat, he even claimed the title himself at times. Even so, this time the treatment was absolutely fair. Mean, yes, but fair. And here he was, playing with Simon's feelings while he was so vulnerable. No wonder he was taking Grace so seriously.
"Oh, sunshine, sweetheart, no! I was just kidding, I promise." Grace leans down to press their foreheads together, "I'm sorry, I would never leave you like this, never. Do—" He gulps, "Do you need to call red? I-I won't judge you, I've been a piece of work tonight."
"No, No I just—" Simon takes in a few deep breaths to try and suppress some of the sobs, "I know, I know you wouldn't leave. I got a little… scared. Sorry." Simon avoids Grace's eyes shamefully.
"Oh, God, no—" He tugs at Simon's restraint to let him loose and pulls him up so they're both seated upright, "Never be sorry for that. When we do this, it's my job to make sure you feel safe, I should have been more careful." Grace can feel his own eyes start to water, he's royally screwed up tonight.
"No! You—" Simon groans in frustration, "I agreed to this, I knew what we were doing. I-I like it when you're mean to me, you know that." He flushes with embarrassment as Grace lets out a few wobbly laughs.
Simon takes another deep breath in, "I was lonely, and I didn't want to bother you with all my messed up 'abandonment issues' stuff. You were so excited about the new, weird taumoeoba stuff, I didn't want to ruin it with my— my baggage." Simon hides his face between Grace's pecs.
"Simon, I was being a numbskull—" Simon opens his mouth to interrupt him, "No, I need to say this… Yes, I was eager about this project, but that did not give me the excuse to neglect you. You are more important than any scientific discovery, and I'm sorry I was being too much of a dolt to remember that."
Simon squeezes his arm tightly around his waist, "Thank you angel. I'm sorry I didn't tell you what I needed sooner." He places a sweet peck right above his nipple
"You were already forgiven, my love." Grace places a kiss to the top of Simon's head and a comfortable silence fills the room. How dare he deprive himself of Simon like this for so long, of this absolute bliss.
"Can uh—" Simon speaks after a few minutes, "Can we keep going? I did like where all of this was going." He smiles sheepishly up at Grace.
He laughs as he takes his hands to frame Simon's face, "If you're sure, sunshine."
"Oh, I'm sure." He places a kiss to the inside of Ryland's wrist and he smirks.
Grace takes a deep breath to ground himself in the moment once again, "Well, I think you've suffered for long enough. You've been such a good boy for me—" Simon whines at the moniker, "So if you can do one little thing for me I'll let you come."
"Anything, angel." Simon murmurs with a look of adoration in his eyes.
Grace sinks one of his hands into his hair, tightens his grip and gives a firm tug, "Make me come."
"My pleasure, sweetheart." Simon places a kiss at the base of his throat before he thrusts his hips upward to Grace's prostate head on.
"Simon!" Grace groans out as Simon starts pistoning his hips deep into his asshole, "So good for me! Always so— Uhghn! A-Always my good boy!" He wraps his arms around Simon's shoulders, pushing them together until they're pressed chest to chest. Grace mewls as he feels his cock rub against Simon's midsection, the dual stimulation making his eyes roll back into his head. Simon growls into his chest as he starts sucking marks into his pecs, occasionally nipping the skin there with his sharp teeth.
"Yeah, that feel good, Ry?" He snarls, lips still pressed to his flesh, "You like it when I fuck you rough like this? I think you enjoy riling me up just so I'll fuck you so hard you can't walk." Ryland lets out a yelp as Simon trails his hand down to grab at his ass, squeezing it with every upward movement of his hips. The lewd squelching noises coming from his hole each time Simon's hips connect to Ryland's rear makes him moan pitifully into his lover's hair.
"God, Simon, so good, so good to me!" Ryland groans. He tries moving his hips in rhythm with Simon's, but he stops the motion with a hiss as his knees ache in protest. To be fair, they've been at this for over an hour, and Ryland has horrible old man knees. And twice the amount of gravity isn't exactly helping the situation. Simon picks up on the pained noise and hums a discontented sound. Ryland looks away sheepishly, "Sorry, uh, I'm fine. Old man bones and stuff, y'know. Don't mind me, Si."
Simon furrows his eyebrows in thought for a moment before he comes to a conclusion in his head, "Wrap your legs around me. Tight." He pauses, "Please." he adds shyly. Ryland, trusting his husband, wraps his legs firmly around Simon's waist.
"Perfect." he murmurers softly before tightening his grip and hefting both of them up until Simon was kneeling on the bed. The motion rips a gasp from Ryland as he clutches tighter around the shorter man.
"Sim—" Grace is interrupted by Simon immediately beginning to move him up and down on his cock, the noise of their skin meeting even more aggressive than before. The reminder of Simon's immense strength coupled with the thick intrusion slamming against his prostate causes Ryland to loose full control of his voice. He can't stop the little 'Uh, uh, uh!' noises from leaking out of his mouth with every connecting thrust against his sweet spot. His nails scratch against Simon's back leaving deep red welts in the skin. He can feel his orgasm approaching rapidly. The hour he spent teasing not only Simon's release, but his own was finally hitting him.
"C'mon baby, want you to give it to me— Missed this tight little hole!" Simon's voice is muffled from where he's tucked himself in Grace's chest, still never faltering in his rhythm, "Think it missed me too? Missed getting— Fucking hell!— to stretch around my cock? Always so fuckin' tight for me, beggin' me to come in it." He laughs at Grace's menial whines and whimpers, "Need to get you there first sweetheart, wanna feel this hole squeeze me for all I've got."
Grace starts breathing harder, "Oh, oh, oh, oh crap— I'm, I'm go-gonna come!" The peak he's rapidly rushing towards feels insurmountable, too big to contain in his body. Grace genuinely cannot remember the last time he came, but he's pretty sure it was with Simon. Meaning, he hasn't had an orgasm in the last two and a half weeks. Meaning, this is gonna hit him like a freight train.
"I got you, I'm right here, wanna feel you, please angel!" Simon whines against his chest, "All you gotta do is come for me, then I'll fill you up, promise. I'll—" He cuts himself off with a guttural growl, "I'll catch you sweetheart." Simon places another sweet peck on his chest as he nuzzles deeper into Grace's bosom.
The fondness in Simon's voice is what ultimately pushes Grace over the edge. He feels his cock kick against Simon's abs and paint his chest in his spend. His vision goes white as Simon continues to pound against his sweet spot, prolonging the orgasm. Through the haze of his ecstasy, Grace feels Simon slow his thrusts down to deep languid rolls of his hips.
Grace eventually begins to float back down into his body as the feeling of Simon's cock brushing his prostate creeps on just the right side of too much. He finally realizes that Simon has been whimpering in his ear for the duration of his climax. More syrupy groans fill his ears when Grace squeezes his hole around his cock, belatedly realizing that Simon still hasn't come.
"Wha—? Why are you—?" Grace tries to mumble out, his tongue feeling too big in his mouth after the powerful orgasm.
Simon's voice tears out of him like it hurts to speak, "Y-You didn't say I could come yet."
Warmth fills Grace's chest at the admission as he pulls his lover's face away from his chest to look him in the eyes, "Oh, my good boy. My sweet, gorgeous husband. You're allowed to, you can keep going baby."
"B-But—" Simon stutters out, his hips twitching unconsciously into Grace's heat, "You— Ugh, Uh, s-sensitive? D-Don' wanna hurt yuo—" His words begin to slur as he tries to hold back his instinct to pound the love of his life into their mattress.
Grace's heart swells again. Goodness, how did he get so lucky? "Oh, I'm alright, sunshine. So sweet of you." He squishes Simon's cheeks, tearing a whine out of him, "My sweet boy doesn't need to worry about me, all you need to focus on is your reward. Which means," Grace places a kiss on his forehead, "Come in me."
He's on his back in a flash, Simon rolling them on the mattress just enough for Grace's head to land on a pillow. His hips immediately start pistoning deep into him with no care for Grace's pleasure. Just Simon's animal impulse to find release and pump him full of his come. Grace yelps whenever his thrusts hit his prostate, the rough uncaring treatment sending sparks straight to his brain. He grips onto the pillow behind his head tightly. The feeling of Simon chasing his pleasure in Grace's body makes his spent cock twitch where it lays flaccid against his stomach. As he begins to adjust to the dizzying ecstasy his brain locks on to Simon grunting out words beneath his breath.
"Please, please, please— Nhg! Wanna— fuck!— wanna fill you up so good, please!" Simon growls softly, the words flooding his mouth without his permission, eyes scrunched closed. Grace watches as he tries to speak around the drool dripping from his lips, the thick spit dripping in long lines across his chest. Simon was seemingly trapped right on the edge, unable to push himself into his orgasm. The clumsy thrusts of his hips only frustrating him more, unable to find a proper rhythm.
Ordinarily, Grace might have teased him about it, coo at him condescendingly in a sickly sweet tone. But, considering how patient Simon has been these past few weeks, Grace figures he can help push him past the finish line.
Grace wipes some of his spend where it clings to Simon's chest and sticks the sufficiently soiled fingers into his lover's mouth. Simon's eyes shoot open as he registers the salty taste on his tongue. His hips stutter momentarily before his thrusts become even sloppier than before. Simon's breath speeds up as he groans around Grace's long fingers, running his tongue over every inch of skin he can reach to lap up his cum.
Grace uses the grip he has on Simon's face to tug him even closer, dipping his head down to whisper in his ear, "Come for me, Simon."
The command ripples through Simon's body as his hips slam forward one, two, three more times before coming deep in Grace's asshole. His hips grind and stutter in an attempt to bury themselves deeper into Grace's heat. Simon mewls sweetly around Grace's digits, sucking just that little bit harder with each heavy spurt of seed flooding his hole.
Grace groans at the feeling of Simon's cock kicking with each pulse of cum. Even though he knows he probably won't be able to get off again tonight, the intimacy of the feeling sends a pleasant shiver down his spine. He squeezes around Simon's dick one more time to hear him mewl in overstimulation, his eyelashes fluttering beautifully. His arm quickly gives up on trying to hold himself up as he flops down onto Grace's chest, cock still deep inside of his hole as it begins to soften. Simon huffs and gasps as he stares unseeingly into Grace's eyes, his mind still overwhelmed by pleasure. Grace tugs his fingers out of his mouth and wipes the spit somewhere on their sheets. Laundry can be Tomorrow Grace's problem.
Grace relishes in the heavy grounding weight and intense full feeling of being stuffed with Simon's cum, even as it begins to leak from around his half-hard cock. His fingers move to bury themselves in Simon's hair and scratch at his scalp softly. Grace feels Simon begin to purr against his sternum, the rumbling reverberating throughout his chest. He lets them stay like that for a few minutes, just existing alongside each other in calm silence.
Simon huffs after a while, blinking himself back into his body sluggishly. Grace can't help but giggle at the visual of a grumpy Simon nuzzling himself into his chest like a fussy kitten. Simon groans aloud again, "Don't laugh at me. I just came harder than I think I ever have in my life, I'm allowed to be sluggish about it."
Grace's hand drops down to cup Simon's face and tilt his gaze upward, "I just love you. I wish I could show you more." he murmurs with an undertone of regret.
Simon scoffs, "You do show it. A lot. So what, you messed up. It's fine, we'll talk about it." he pauses, "Not right now though. You made me come so hard I almost passed out. I don't think my brain is gonna work right for at least ten hours."
Grace shocks himself with the laugh that bursts out of his chest at Simon's deadpan delivery.
Simon smiles sweetly at him, "I'll still be here in the morning. Promise." he ends the sentence with a peck to his collarbone.
Grace blinks tears out of his eyes, "In the morning." They sit there, just looking and appreciating one another for a few more moments.
"Okay," Simon breaks the silence softly, "I think we both need a shower. Then at least twelve hours of sleep. Together, preferably."
Grace brings Simon's hand to his mouth and presses a firm kiss to his knuckles, "Whatever you want."
"Oh don't say that, you know I'll take full advantage. I'll be so annoying, just you wait." Simon grins into the crook of Grace's shoulder before placing a bite into his skin. Not hard enough to break skin, but enough to sting.
"Simon!" He yelps before tugging him away with a harsh grip on his hair, "Oh, you are gonna regret that, you absolute brat." Grace huffs.
Simon knocks their foreheads together softly, "Takes on to know one, angel." he murmurs smugly.
Grace shakes his head fondly as he pulls Simon into a chaste kiss. He was right, but that didn't mean he was gonna give him the satisfaction…not yet at least.