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Simon’s heart is beating so heavily in his chest, so loudly in his own ears, that he’s damn near certain that Grace can hear each individual thump, leaning so close into Simon’s space as he gingerly stretches his arm across Simon’s lap to lace their fingers together where Simon’s hand rests on the cushion next to him. He attempts to swallow the beating of his heart, but he’s met with the resistance of a harsh knot in his throat that he’s eventually able to force into submission. Grace’s gentle and certain gaze meets his own jittery and hesitant one. 

Get your shit together, Simon takes a deeper breath, forcing his lungs to expand enough to compress his nerves, it isn’t like we haven’t fucked each other before, this is just…

Just the first time Simon is letting go of control entirely to Grace. This is the first… real partnership like this Simon’s had. He’s trusted others in the past, but everything was different in his own universe. His past partners were never… like Grace. He’s almost certain someone like Grace couldn’t exist in his own universe, not for very long, that is. And most certainly not the best parts of him. Grace would have been robbed of it. Or would he have even had the chance to have it to begin with? Simon didn’t have that choice until what he thought was his final breath. 

“Simon?” Grace brings his other hand up to Simon’s cheek, rolling his thumb over the heavy scarring of Simon’s burns. “Do you… are you sure you want this right now?”

Ironic, really, that in this… new life he’s somehow been gifted, choice is the only thing he’s been given. And sometimes it’s too much.

Nodding frantically, Simon squeezes Grace’s fingers interlaced with his own. “Yes, please. I- I…” Simon scowls as he blinks away the burning sensation at the edges of his eyes. “Please, Ryland.” He can’t even ask for what they’ve spoken about in full detail. There’s no way Grace is going to trust him to know what he wants-

“Okay, and you remember the safe word?” The smoothing feeling of Grace’s hand against his face doesn’t lessen. 

Sighing, Simon can feel some of the tension ebb away as he leans into the touch. “Butcher.” He gulps as he looks back up to Grace’s eyes, to find the man smiling and something about it takes away most of the anxiety that’s clawing, sinking fangs and talons, into his sides. It’s replaced with a warmth that flows over his skin, a touch that’s so delicate- intentionally compassionate. “Thank you, Grace…” He squeezes his eyes shut. 

“Flower,” Simon’s eyes fly open, searching for Grace’s, and, through blurry vision, he locks onto them. Even now, when Simon is still fighting the offering of something merciful, unknowing on whether it’s for it or against it, Grace still offers a safe haven, a lifeline. Still brings him to sanctuary. There’s something about the way Grace looks at him that he can’t name. “Let me do this for you, and if at any point you aren’t feeling it, let me know and we can do something else.”

“I know, I will, I just…” Simon rubs his thumb along side Grace’s hand. “Hold me?” Usually, he would hate sounding this… small and vulnerable around someone, but he can’t help but feel protected in this little pocket where Grace shines so brightly. 

Grace’s features softens as he scooches closer to Simon, his hand sliding down Simon’s neck, and then trails down the back of his shirt, and firmly presses to Simon’s side and down to his hip. There’s a playful grin on his face as his other hand skims up Simon’s arm and over his shoulder, inching up his neck and teasing the curly locks of hair at the base of his skull. “As my dandelion wishes…”

There’s a stubborn grin that forces it’s way across Simon’s own features at the dorky little nickname Grace has taken to calling him. Though, Simon gives over to the urge to smile without much of a fight as it is. He skims his fingers up Grace’s thigh, up to his hip, and maps out the side of his midsection, firmly gripping into Grace’s soft flesh. His smile widens when it causes Grace to giggle and squirm. Simon finds himself glancing down to Grace’s lips. And he isn’t the only one who notices.

“Can I kiss you,” there’s a playful smirk that morphs from Grace’s dying giggles, “Dandelion?” Grace’s arms wrap further around Simon, enveloping his senses in Grace deeper. 

Simon’s breath catches in his throat as the scent of coffee curls and settles around him. The final bits of giggles are still bubbling lowly as Simon begins to nod. 

“Can you verbalize that for me, pretty Flower?” Grace’s fingers toy with the fabric of his shirt and the curls of his hair, looping the locks around one of his fingers and Simon just melts forward into Grace’s soft flesh because holy fuck. 

“Yes, please,” his eyes flick back and forth from Grace’s lips to his eyes, “I…” he grips the fabric of Grace’s shirt tightly, “I want you to kiss me, please.”

Everything about the light that flickers behind Grace’s eyes to how his smile shines brighter says the unspoken ‘good boy’ and it’s almost enough to make Simon whine. He decides to tuck that piece of information away for another day, for when Grace is feeling more experimental, which is often, and when Simon is more open to new levels of vulnerability, which is less common. 

Simon breathes in deeply as Grace leans forward, pressing their lips together. The kiss is one of their more chaste ones, but it steals the breath from Simon’s lungs all the same. He thinks that the anticipation of what’s to come as him more sensitive than usual. A low heat bubbling in his gut has him rubbing his thighs together. The warmth that increases in his body has him almost twitching and shaking under Grace’s steady hands already, the contact, even with the separation of Simon’s clothing, still builds a fire-like lick against his skin. Unsure on which is intensifying the other, the hands roaming and tugging at him or the blaze rising in his core, Simon tilts his head and parts his lips ever so slightly. 

Taking the invitation, Grace runs his tongue along Simon’s lower lip before tracing after Simon’s. Moaning at the brush against his own tongue, Simon feels the fire climb up his back and around his neck almost instantaneously, and, in response to it, he lays flat on his back on the couch cushions, pulling Grace down on top of him, trying to hook a leg around Grace’s hip in a frantic frenzy of needing Grace everywhere. Grace isn’t able to catch himself and the kiss turns harsh with an painful clash of teeth as Grace’s body uncomfortably pins Simon.

Both wince, and Grace braces himself on one elbow to hold his own weight up. However, terror strikes down Simon’s chest, drenching him in a chill so cold it feels like he’s burning from the sudden shift. 

Fuck fuck fuck, “I’m sorry, please don’t stop, I’ll be better, I promise,” Simon gasps as he shakes his head, gripping Grace’s shirt as his words rattle around his head so harshly they come tumbling out before he can think to stop them. “I’ll be good, I swear.” His words shred through his lungs, torn between letting the chance of intimacy and closeness go to save himself from the hurt when it inevitably becomes too much and he can’t make it stop or hanging on despite the risk of that because the lack of it all just hurts too damn much. 

“Hey, hey, shh,” a gentle voice washes over his concern, eroding it away bit by bit as hands cup his face. “I gotcha, I’m right here, Flower, I promise.” 

As gentle lips return to his quivering ones, Simon’s eyes focus back in on the man over him, guiding him back to the present. 

Grace rolls his thumbs over Simon’s cheeks and watches as tears trail from the outer edges of his eyes down into his hairline. His lips muffle a whimper that attempts to struggle it’s way out. To soothe his partner, Grace peppers kisses softly to Simon’s face, one to the corner of his lips, then just beside that, trailing to his cheek to explore a few touches more before finally inching up to one of the tear trails. 

Rising only slightly to look down at his angel, Grace gently brushes the curls out of Simon’s face. And his heart melts at the sight of this man, how he looks up at him with a vulnerable sense of wonder that Grace has only just recently been shown. Golly, how his hair frames around his head, contrasting the cushion and highlighting Simon, haloing him. An angel of a man. 

“You’re okay, Flower, and I’m not going anywhere.” He needs to have a stronger lead in this, Simon trusted him to do that and if he doesn’t get a grip, he’ll lose that trust. 

And Simon? 

Will end up blaming himself. 

Absolutely not.

“You’re doing amazing,” he presses another kiss to Simon’s cheek before slowly half guiding and half pulling the man back up, his hands not leaving Simon for even second. Grace holds him close, rubbing circles into Simon’s lower back. “Here’s what we’re going to do,” Simon’s eyes don’t leave him for even a moment, wide and timid in ways that Simon is still trying to allow himself to be, and being like this so openly with Grace and over what they’re about to do? “Let me lead; I’ll guide you and be by your side for every second. I’m going to make sure you don’t push yourself too far or hurt yourself by rushing. Just follow my lead, okay? You’ll be so good at it, I promise.” Grace squeezes his hold around Simon reassuringly. “Okay?”

Simon swallows harshly, but finally gives a slow nod. Grace immediately rewards him with another gentle kiss, one hand tangling up into the locks of curls at the base of Simon’s head once more, holding him there. And to Grace’s delight as well as his relief, Simon melts into his touch instantly. Grace watches as his pretty lashes flutter closed, allowing himself to be led through the kiss by Grace. 

Grace is the first one to part his lips this time, gently brushing his tongue along Simon’s lower lip and waits. Hesitantly, Simon squirms under Grace’s hands as he tilts his head to the side testingly. Grace rubs his hand up and back down the length of Simon’s spine, earning an involuntary shudder before Simon inches closer to Grace, trying to figure out how he can get even closer, but does part his lips for Grace. Grace skims the tip of his tongue over Simon’s lip again before slipping into his mouth. Simon moans quietly, hand fisting Grace’s shirt as he squirms again. 

Gently parting from the kiss, Grace pecks Simon’s lips softly as he looks to him, assessing his state. 

Simon’s mouth is slightly parted and his cheeks darkened as he looks up at Grace through the curls of his bangs, his hesitance slowly fading. Not gone completely, but enough for Grace’s next proposal. 

“You’re absolutely stunning, my flower,” he offers a praising smile as he nuzzles their noses together, pleased to receive a hum from Simon. “Can I move you to sit on my lap? It’ll be more comfortable than sitting side by side.” 

Simon stiffens, but doesn’t pull away. Thinking it over. 

“It’ll make you feel really good, Dandelion. You could feel me more,” explaining further always helps Simon feel safer, Grace finds, “and grind down on me and it’ll be a good heat.” Grace presses a few more kisses to Simon’s cheek until his lips find a soft spot just under Simon’s jaw. His next words breeze over Simon’s ear, “Only if you want to, Flower.” 

There’s a whine somewhere in the back of Simon’s throat before he groans out a “yes, please.” Simon tries to stop squirm under his hands, but Grace hopes he doesn’t. 

Grinning, Grace slides his hands under Simon’s thighs and up higher to the firm muscle of his ass. He gives a short squeeze, causing Simon to jerk up slightly in surprise, but still lets Grace move him around, bringing one leg across Grace’s lap, trapping his thighs between Simon’s solid calves. But much to Grace’s disappointment, Simon tenses and holds his weight up off of Grace. 

“You can relax your weight on me, Flower, I promise you could never be too heavy.” As much as Grace mostly wants Simon to relax and feel good, he’d be lying if he said he also wasn’t looking forward to being crushed by Simon’s solid muscle mass in the best way possible. He presses a kiss to Simon’s neck, hoping to entice him. 

Simon shakes his head before speaking, “Don’t want to hurt you.” His sentence is punctuated with a gasp as Grace teasingly nips at the nook between Simon’s neck and Shoulder, exactly where Simon loves to be bit. 

“Did that hurt, Flower?” Grace coyly looks up at Simon through his own lashes, basking in the sight of Simon trying not to pant from overheating in his clothing. That’s all gonna have to go soon. 

Simon shakes his head once more, “No, but that isn’t the same as-”

Grace places another kiss on Simon’s neck, “Oh, Dandelion, I promise you it’s more similar than you think. You’re always saying how you love it when I put my full body weight on you, yeah?” 

I believe your exact words are you love it when I’m crushing your cock, but Grace thinks that best left unsaid in this moment. 

Simon thinks over Grace’s words and offer for a moment before finally giving a slow nod. But Simon still makes himself hover by balancing over Grace’s lap.

Even though Grace is being driven up a wall, wanting to have that deep pressure and security, he’d rather spend an entire day going up an down elevators before he makes Simon feel like he’s being rushed. So, Grace simply presses kisses up Simon’s neck, and along his jaw, nipping playfully there before finally returning to Simon’s lips at last. And oh, when Simon whines into the kiss? Gosh, Simon is amazing. Grace never got why any of this was a thrill before. Like sure it could be fun, sometimes, maybe. But with Simon? Somehow whenever they’re messing around, literally anything Simon does is suddenly the hottest thing in the universe. Every tiny reaction Simon gives him or any little thing Simon does to him turns him on. Gol-ly! 

And apparently many people experience this frequently, with a lot of other people. Grace experiences this only with the man in his lap, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try his best to make the man feel just as amazing in return. 

Grace tilts his head and Simon follows his lead immediately, mirroring his movements almost as he makes them. Grace smirks into the kiss as slides his fingers up over Simon’s waist band, toyingly brushing the skin with his finger tips. A shiver runs up Simon’s spine and Grace finds himself almost irrationally jealous at it. Instead of falling into it, Grace slowly guides Simon by the hips so that their torsos are now flush against one another. But he doesn’t push anymore than that, coaxing Simon instead into a heated swap of kisses and saliva as he makes out with Simon. He revels in every shudder and squirm of the man in his arms, taking delight in the noises he’s making. 

And, slowly, Simon does finally relax his full weight onto Grace, and holy shi- It feels just as incredible as Simon is always praising him for. A groan escapes his own vocal cords as he breaks the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their wet lips as they pant, trying to catch their breaths. 

“Flower,” Grace takes a ragged, deep breath as he gazes up at Simon in a haze, “You’re so freaking perfect.” 

And the coarse whine that rings out from the man in his arms? Simon squirms down on Grace and Grace strengthens his hold on those hips, halting Simon for just a moment, but long enough for the man to let out another whine, one much more needy than before. 

Fffffu- 

Grace bites down harshly on his lower lip, then takes a deep breath, his lungs filling with the strong scent of lavender. Simon’s chest is heaving as he takes shuddering breaths, still panting and darn near shaking in Grace’s lap, looking to Grace and Grace can practically see him about to start begging desperately in his arms. 

“It’s okay, Flower, here,” Grace grins gently as he presses a few kisses to the side of Simon’s neck. When the man melts into the touch, Grace begins to push Simon’s hips back and forth slowly. Simon lets Grace grind him against him, moaning at the relief, head lulling down as he wraps his arm around Grace’s shoulders, trying to be closer to him. His lips brush against Grace’s ear as he groans. 

Grace feels that exquisite sound travel down his entire body and he has to take a deep breath, unsure if grinding Simon down against his erection his going to drive him over an edge or Simon’s moans being delivered right next to his ear and straight into his nervous system. “Just like that,” Grace coos as he gently brushes his head against Simon’s, “You’re doing so well! Golly, Flower, you feel so amazing like this, grinding down on me and singing so pretty for me.” 

Simon writhes under the affection,pulling back to read Grace’ expressions for a short moment before trying to fight back tears as he squirms and tries to move in Grace’s hold.

Grace slows his actions, but Simon damn near sobs, so Grace keeps at the same pace, but not without speaking up. “Tell me what you want, handsome. Can you do that for me?”

Nodding, Simon shudders from the praise again, “More, please. I need more,” Simon desperately grinds down against Grace’s lap, squirming and unsure of what Grace wants him to do, under his watchful gaze.

“Do you want to grind against me more or are you ready for the next step, Flower?” Grace does continue to guide Simon’s hips to keep grinding down on his cock through the layers of their clothing. 

“Mmm!” Simon screws his eyes shut, leaning forward as he tries to formulate a response. “More, next, please next, need you more.” Simon groans as he tries to speed up, but hesitates, afraid of disobeying Grace’s orders. 

Moving to soothe Simon, Grace presses kisses to his neck, his hands slowly pushing his shirt up, one hand running up his ribcage, causing Simon to shudder, while the other runs up his chest and lightly brushes one of his nipples, pulling a groan from Simon and making his chest twitch in a knee-jerk reaction.

Raising an eyebrow, Grace looks up at Simon. “Oh?” 

Squirming, Simon whines when Grace opts to continue to push up his shirt over repeating that same motion. Grace licks Simon’s neck where he’s been pressing kisses, “Don’t worry, I won’t leave you hanging, Dandelion.” He pushes Simon’s shirt up over his head while Simon lifts his arm to make it easier for Grace to strip him. 

Grace kisses the stray tear in the corner of Simon’s eye before he turns and lightly pushes Simon to his back, laying him out on the couch beneath him again. He begins to trail kisses down his face. Grace kisses and nips at his neck, then makes his way down chest, stopping to tease around Simon’s nipples before licking at each nipple, nipping right near them gently, rolling them between his fingers and sucking them. Once satisfied with how much Simon is writhing under his touch, Grace continues to kiss down his stomach, along his the thick trail of hair leading him down Simon’s abdomen before pausing to look up at his beautiful and bright flower, his finger tips ghosting his skin just over his pants.

Simon nods quickly, raising his hips to encourage Grace to remove his pants. Grace places another kiss to Simon’s hip bone before sliding Simon’s pants and boxers off of him.

Once removed, Grace smiles down at Simon, distantly registering that he calls him stunning and beautiful. “Gosh, Simon, look at you…”

Simon squirms again, avoiding looking at how intense Grace is soaking him in. But the Grace slowly glides his hands from Simon’s ankles up to his knees, slowly pushing up his inner thighs, encouraging Simon to spread himself further.

Simon, unable to look away from Grace now, obediently follows the wordless command. There’s a primal hunger hiding behind Grace’s kind and caring eyes. He recognizes the lust in the look, but it feels so out of place as it blends in seamlessly with this other thing that’s present, this thing that is so deeply entangled to it that Simon cannot unravel the unfamiliar from the familiar, the two completely and wholly fused.

“Simon, my Dandelion, golly,” as Grace gently spreads Simon beneath him, he begins to lower himself between Simon’s legs, smile wide and yearning. “You’re just down right gorgeous…” his gaze rises back up to meet Simon, who’s breath hitches.

Grace has Simon rest his legs over his shoulders, his clouded eyes pulling Simon into that same haze. As Grace makes himself more comfortable, he pauses his route to press his tongue against the underside of the base of his cock and then slowly lick all the way up to the tip. Simon gulps, Grace never breaking eye contact for a moment, pinning Simon’s entire body down with just that. Grace presses a kiss to the tip before trailing kisses back down the shaft.

Simon bucks his hips with a groan, unable to tell what Grace is trying to do to him but liking the feeling too much to stop him.

“Grace…”

Grace smiles in delight as Simon’s hips try to follow him as he pulls back just a bit. Pressing Simon down to the mattress, Grace tilts his head. “Don’t worry, Flower, I’ll make you bloom alright.”

Simon squirms again, but inches himself closer to Grace in attempt to get him to continue.

Grace puts more pressure down on Simon’s hips, keeping him from moving. “Just lay back for me and I’ll take care of you.” 

Simon doesn’t have the chance to protest before Grace returns his attention to Simon’s cock, sealing his lips around the head, pressing his tongue against the tip to apply a dizzying amount of pressure before sucking. Simon cries out, shoulders jumping off the couch from the sudden attention. “Ah- Grace-”

With a hand still keeping one of Simon’s hips pinned down, he slides his other hand up Simon’s happy trail and cups the strong muscle on Simon’s chest, rolling his thumb over the still sensitive bud, causing the man to twitch.

Grace works his way down Simon’s cock, Simon’s blood traveling straight to it as it disappears further into Grace’s warm and wet mouth.

“Fuck fuck fuck, shit,” He arches his back up off the couch, desperate for Grace to take more. Please.

Simon can feel the exact moment he hits the back of Grace’s throat, and Grace gives him no mercy as he sucks once again, making Simon gasp loudly, the sound echoing in the room.

Grace begins to pull back, all the way to the tip, teasing him with a little suck and amused as Simon’s hips lift off the couch to follow the heavenly feeling. Simon moans, not holding anything back from the other who revels in every shameless sound. As he begins to take Simon in again, he feels Simon’s fingers wrap around his wrist, the one caressing his torso. Curious, Grace glances up at Simon, hallowing his cheeks for a particularly thorough moment. 

Simon shudders, but continues to bring Grace’s fingers up to his lips, eyes clouded and pleading as he presses kisses to the pads of Grace’s fingers. 

Asking for permission.

The sight alone has blood rushing to Grace’s own dick, plucking a moan from his vocal chords that leaves Simon writhing under him, bucking his hips up into Grace’s mouth. Grace grants Simon’s wordless request and slips his fingers into the other’s mouth, pressing them down against the man’s tongue. Simon preens immediately, closing his lips around the digits, sucking on them. He runs his tongue along each of them, curling the wet muscle around them one by one.

He moans around them as Grace sucks him once more before both pulling his fingers from Simon’s mouth, and his own mouth off from Simon’s cock. Simon whines at the loss, looking down at him panickedly.

Grace presses a chaste kiss to the shaft, finally releasing Simon’s hip to grasp it, elegantly moving his hand up and down his cock.

“Don’t worry Flower, I’m right here, just about to get you ready for me.” He moves the hand with the fingers Simon soaked down to his hole, teasing the ring as he smears Simon’s drool there.

Breath hitching, Simon nods as he tries to push against Grace’s fingers in a wildly desperate attempt to have them in him as soon as possible.

Grace shakes his head, leaning in to press a kiss to Simon’s lips. Simon’s hand releases the iron hold he had on the blanket below him, and entangles his fingers into Grace’s shirt. He wants Grace now.

Sensing his impatience, Grace huffs as he licks Simon’s lower lip. Immediately letting his mouth fall open, Simon is desperately for anything Grace gives him. He feels lightheaded as Grace pushes his tongue into Simon’s mouth, sliding it against his own to have Simon taste himself. Just as he does, he gives another roll of his wrist to Simon’s cock still in his other hand, making Simon break the kiss with a groan.

“I’m not going anywhere until I’ve made sure you’re tended to, Simon. But I’m going to do this right.” Grace holds up the bottle of lube he had placed near by earlier and squeezes it into his hands. “I’m going to make you feel good, is that what you want?”

“Yes, roots, Ryland, please!”

Grace returns to sitting back, motioning for Simon to return to his lap. Simone crawls back into Grace’s lap, a desperate sound echoing in his throat as he grinds against Grace.

Grace presses a kiss near his ear before he whispers, “I promise I’m going to make you feel so good. You just have go be good for me. And I know you will be.” Grace barely gives Simon a chance to process his words when he presses the cool gel against his hole, mixing it with Simon’s saliva and then presses the tip of one finger in. The action pulls a groan from Simon, already making him fall apart in the man’s hold.

Grace doesn’t force himself into Simon, instead kisses the man’s neck while he takes time to adjust to the intrusion. “Just like that, Flower,” Grace smirks against Simon’s skin as he feels him relax in his lap, allowing him to gently push farther in, pulling a whine from Simon. “You’re doing so good,” Grace captures Simon’s lips in his next kiss, humming as Simon leans into him for more with a hunger that Grace is more than happy to satisfy. He runs his tongue along Simon’s lower lip and is immediately let in. Grace encourages Simon to meet his tongue in the middle, coaxing him through it. Simon rolls his hips as their tongues push along one another. Grace wiggles his finger, causing Simon to gasp into the kiss and push against him.

“Ah-!” Simon looks down at Grace, eyes clouded over, face so warm that Grace can practically feel the heat rolling off of him, panting into the small amount of space separating them, their lips still connect by a string of saliva. It breaks as Simon takes a shuddering breath that’s barely hiding a sense of begging, the liquid dripping down Simon’s chin from the corner of his mouth. As Grace’s fingertips brush up Simon’s ribcage, Simon twitches and pushes himself down onto Grace’s other wrist all in one movement, “Grace, please! I need you,” he squeezes around his finger and presses his chest against Grace, searching for that deeper pressure as he curls his hand into a fist, Grace’s shirt tight in his grasp. Simon lulls his head to the side just enough for his curls to shift from the movement.

Grace has never been religious in his life, not once, but if this wasn’t a sacred and holy moment than Grace will never know what one is. Because Simon is here in his arms putting his faith and trust into Grace’s hands and gosh is Grace going to worship every atom that has combined to give Simon a physical form for Grace to touch in this universe. He’s been given a chance, and he will honor that which has been placed before him. 

Pulling his finger slightly out, Simon shakes his head and almost sobs at the notion of being left empty. 

“Shh,” Grace presses a kiss to Simon’s temple as he gently pushes his finger back in, “I’m here, I’m here and you’re prefect.” He presses a kiss to the corner of Simon’s eye and then another to his cheek, where the sharp and jagged teeth of Simon’s mutations have begun to protrude. “You’re doing amazing,” he begins to pick up the pace, pulling his finger out and back in, Simon’s entire body quivering at the movement, “being so good for me,” Grace slides his other hand to wrap around Simon’s back, almost possessively. He keeps Simon from moving too suddenly as he pulls his finger out to almost the first knuckle, beginning to add a second. Simon arches his back, welcoming the addition, and in doing so presses his chest against Grace’s own and pushes more of his weight into Grace’s lap, and oh what a dizzying pressure. Holy shi- 

Taking in a sharp breath, Grace nips just under Simon’s jaw as he slowly eases his second finger into Simon’s entrance and rocks their hips together. A chorus of several different begging pleads tumble from Simon’s lips in rapid succession, some mixture of “Need you now,” and “Please, just like that,” and “I’m being so good, please,” and it all makes Grace want to give in that much more. Grace’s moan vibrates against Simon’s neck with an opened mouth kiss where Simon’s burn covers his tattoo. Simon tilts his head to surrender more access to him, and Grace gives in to Simon’s ask to reclaim over those brands by biting down. As Simon gasps and groans from the bite, Grace releases his hold over the now bruising double brand, licking the markings of his teeth. 

Here Simon is, a needy, begging mess in Grace’s lap, submitting himself to Grace’s control, allowing Grace to fully take lead for the first time. Trusting Grace to take over not only the scene but his body. 

“Sweet honey and nectar,” Grace takes a sharp inhale, the taste of Simon’s skin still on his tongue, “Simon, you’re astonishing-” Grace studies Simon closely as he begins to scissor his fingers, committing every reaction to memory, every hitch in breath or minute twitch or begging glance Simon displays for him, “purely gorgeous, my sweet flower.” 

Simon moans at Grace’s praise, soaking in every syllable and still unsure what to make of it, he carefully avoids Grace’s eyes by tucking himself down against Grace’s neck, desperately pressing kisses to Grace in attempt to mimic Grace’s own strategic actions and practiced gentle approach from earlier. 

Grinning despite himself, Grace accepts it and tilts his head to give Simon more access as he begins to nudge a third finger to Simon’s entrance. “You’re doing so good for me, just like that,” Simon’s kisses slow from frenzied and half panicked to careful and intentionally placed. He arches up in Simon when he feels teeth graze his neck, but just barely. The ghost of a nip causes him to push his third finger in and grip Simon hard, which in turn has Simon committing to nipping his skin the second time. Simon grunts as he rolls his hips down onto Grace’s fingers, searching for pressure once more. Simon’s kisses reach to just above his collarbone when he begins to grumble and tug at Grace’s shirt, as though the piece of clothing is offending him.

Grace nuzzles against Simon’s temple, before leaning to brush his lips against the shell of Simon’s ear, “Flower, to take of my shirt right this second, I’d have to take my fingers out.” He feels Simon clench around him immediately upon even uttering the suggestion. Grace soothes him by beginning to scissor his fingers again, “Don’t worry, it’ll come off once I’m sure you’re ready, yeah?”

Simon nods, but still runs his hand under Grace’s shirt, making him shiver under the callused hand. In the meantime, Simon busies himself with slowly rolling Grace’s shirt up over his chest, feeling and mapping out Grace’s much softer body. Simon’s focus hones in on biting and nipping where Grace’s neck and shoulder meet just as Grace’s curious fingers flex ever so slightly inside of Simon, and the moan that falls from his lips and vibrates into Grace’ skin felt like it was darn near enough to rattle the entire couch. Inquisitively, Grace eyes Simon, leaning back into the couch to do so as he prods the bundle of nerves again, only this time with more intent. Having Simon trembling in his lap, unsure of whether to lean into Grace’s prodding or away from it and nearly letting a cry come tumbling out from those beautiful lips has him dizzy for more. 

Reeling himself back in, Grace locks eyes with Simon, pinning him down with his gaze alone. Simon halts any movement, his ability to evade Grace’s eyes evaporating between his fingers as though completely undone just by Grace mentally dissecting Simon’s every reaction. “Did that feel good?” 

Gulping, Simon tries to speak, but he can’t seem to summon forth his voice. 

Nodding, Grace asks a different question, “Would you like me to do that again? So you can focus on it and tell me?”

Simon swallows hard before nodding slowly, the grip he has on Grace’s shirt holding him to this moment. 

But as soon as Grace presses into him again, Simon gasps, nodding feverishly as he feels tears stinging the edges of his eyes as he is snapped fully back into his body. He whines as he ruts down on Grace’s fingers, desperate to feel the sensation of sparks shooting through his nervous system again, fueling the fire that has engulfed his entire body in the best way possible. It makes him so much more sensitive to Grace’s every touch and whim. 

“It feels that good, huh?” A grin captures Grace’s lips again as he toys with that sensitive bundle of nerves, drinking in how Simon jerks and ruts down on his fingers. “I hope it does, because you’re being so good for me, Dandelion,” Simon gasps forces his eyes open to look into Grace’s unable to tear away from the praise now. He shivers despite feeling as though he’s burning in a way that has him trying to throw himself deeper in. “If this is making you feel good now, imagine how good it will feel when I’m inside you.”

Back arching, Simon tilts his head to the side, dazed and his mind swimming in his heated state, and whines as he reaches down to tug at the drawstring of Grace’s sweatpants. He clenches around Grace when he sees that some of the lube had dripped from his ass down onto Grace’s clothed cock, nearly hiding the wet spot at the head. 

“Roots,” Simon’s voice is coarse, laced with a maddening desperate edge, “Grace I need you, please!” The way his hair brushes against the back of his neck and shoulders makes him flinch from the sensitivity and need building in his core. “Let me be good for you, please please please,” Simon lets out a cry as Grace completely removes his fingers, making him feel so incredibly empty. No, please, no-

But Grace does so with kiss to his lips, catching the cry, possessively gripping Simon’s ass, gently guiding him back down to grind against him in a slow movement, but making every bit of contact sing to Simon’s body. Simon breathes again as he’s being guided, the feeling of Grace’s hands on him soothing his sudden worries. Pulling away slightly, Grace looks up at Simon like he’s someone worth taking his time with, just as he’s been doing. “You already are being good for me, Simon. So good. Let me show you how good you’ve been, my sweet flower.”

Nodding eagerly, Simon tugs up at Grace’s shirt, finally removing it from the man. Simon finds it hard to remove himself long enough from Grace’s lap to let him take off his sweat pants and boxers, but as soon as the clothing is gone, Simon is immediately back in Grace’s arms, rolling his hips down on Grace’s lap. The high pitched moan Simon pulls from the man makes him all the more desperate to have Grace in him, but he has to be good and let Grace lead. Grace has been making him feel so good this whole time, and takes such good care of him, just a little bit more-

“I gotcha, you’re okay,” Grace rests his chin on Simon’s shoulder, looking down his back. “You’ve been so good for me,” Grace squirts more lube onto his hand behind him, the sound more lewd because of the fact that Simon can’t see it as he whines and rubs his own cock between their stomachs. 

Simon listens as Grace smears and spreads the lube over himself, the gel squelching with Grace’s thorough application, the mental image of Grace stroking himself to make Simon feel good while putting forth the effort to make sure he doesn’t hurt him makes Simon damn near cry. “Grace, you’re too good for-”

The man leans back slightly to press a kiss to the top of Simon’s neck, cutting Simon’s words off before moving up to his ear, “Try that one again, my flower.” Grace’s voice is stern, but kind. He leans back against the couch, one hand gripping Simon’s hip while the other continues to stroke himself, his gaze drinking in all of Simon. 

Nodding, Simon runs his fingers up the trail of hair from Grace’s lower stomach, appreciating it’s softness, slowly up his torso as he follows the curve of his chest, his fingertips stopping just over his heart, feeling it’s beat against his hand. “You’re so perfect for me,” Grace nods to encourage him further, “And I’ve been so good. I’m good for you,” Simon can feel his voice waver before the words even have the chance to leave his tongue. But the way that Grace practically beams up at him? As though he’s the warmth of the sun on Grace’s face. It has him believing that these words and sweet nothings Grace says to him might actually not be nothing. “I’m so good for you Grace,” he speaks it with a breath more confidence, a touch more certainty. “Thank you for letting me be good for you,” Simon leans forward to capture Grace’s lips, needing to be connected to him. 

Grace kisses back firmly and holds his cock against Simon’s entrance, but doesn’t move to push into him. A needy whine reverberates in Simon’s throat as he pushes against Grace. Simon leans back, and gasps as the head just barely misses. Simon gives Grace a questioning look.

“I’m going to hold you steady,” Grace moves both hands to his hips, one cold and slick from the gel, sending a shiver up Simon’s skin and spine, “while you line yourself up on me. I want you to make yourself feel good, can you do that for me, Flower?” Grace smirks cheekily as he tilts his head up at Simon. Feeling the blood rush to his face, Simon nods before arching his back to twist enough to look behind him, Grace’s hold on his hips tightening to keep him from leaning too far to keep himself upright. He takes Grace in his hand, his cock slick in his careful hold. Simon lifts his hips and guides the head to his entrance until Simon can feel him. Grace squeezes one hand to get Simon’s attention as he speaks. “Slowly, my flower.”

Inhaling with for a steadying breath, Simon gently lowers himself onto Grace’s cock. It doesn’t last long though, his breath stuttering as Grace is just barely pushed into him.

“It’s okay, don’t force it, Flower, take a deep breath for me,” Grace rolls his thumbs over Simon’s hips, peppering him with praise. Once Simon evens his breathing, he lowers himself slightly more onto Grace, obediently taking his time on pushing Grace into him inch by inch until his ass meets Grace’s hips. 

Holy fuck! Simon bites his lip, teeth threatening to tear his flesh if he applies any more pressure. He’s so full. Simon grips the blanket thrown over the back of the couch roughly in his fist. His thighs twitch and as he melts on top of Grace. He bites out a strangled whimper and he clenches around Grace’s cock, mind swimming from being so fucking full, shit!

The fingers on his hips tighten, putting more pressure on his skin but not threatening to dig into him demandingly, only enough to keep himself grounded. “Just like that, my flower, perfect, gosh!”

Simon’s eyes snap up to meet Grace’s, the man’s face pinched as his grip on Simon’s hips squeezes while Simon firmly settles himself firmer into his lap, rocking his hips slightly by the movement and moaning out loud about how full Grace makes him feel. Grace looks blessed out his mind, biting his lip harshly as he pushes his hips up to try and bury himself deeper into Simon to no avail, already being fully sheathed into Simon. But the jolt does send a spark of electricity up Simon’s spine, making him grunt and grind his hips down. Fuck.

Grace gasps, rushing up to kiss the side of Simon’s neck. “Gosh Simon, you’re so perfect,” Simon wraps his arm around Grace, burying his fingers into the locks of his hair, rocking his hips down again because stars let him be closer, please.“You make me feel so good,” Grace rattles on about Simon feeling perfect some more, kissing Simon between spoken words as if sealing a blessing and a prayer. But he doesn’t forget himself for even a moment, stopping Simon from moving to rush things before he even has the chance. “You’re being so good, now let your hips follow the movement of my hands, I’ll show you how to make it even better for you.” 

Grace’s words sink deeper and deeper into Simon as he allows himself to soak into the earnesty of Grace’s voice. Gulping, Simon nods and is about to look down at where Grace’s cock is buried in him when Grace pulls Simon closer, locking eyes once more.

“Don’t rush yourself, Flower. Focus on how it feels to have my cock stretch and fill you up. Can you do that for me?”

Clenching around Grace at how forward he’s being, Simon shudders involuntarily and squirms in place, but nods, trying to convince the other he won’t disobey. Please, I need you so bad. Simon has never needed this so badly as he does now in this moment. Every other time he’s ever let someone fuck him it wasn’t even with a fraction of the care or consideration Grace has bathed him in. And the fact that this isn’t just a quick fuck to either of them is a realization that is slowly dawning on him more, with the dedicated promises and acts of an intimacy that feels so foreign to Simon that he’s still trying to process it. 

As Grace’s firm, guiding hands slowly rotate Simon’s hips up his cock, allowing him to feel nearly the entirety of his length without allowing himself to slip out of Simon, Grace’s praises begin to cloud his thoughts, swirling with every stretch of contact of Grace’s skin on his own. Simon arches his back in reaction to the searing, molten warmth that has slowly spread over every nerve ending up his back. The motion seamlessly follows the lead of Grace’s grip as he brings Simon back down, reconnecting their hips. The firm and slow roll of Simon’s hips back down onto Grace’s cock, stretching him to fit and welcome Grace back in, causes a long groan to tumble out of Simon’s mouth before he can even process it. He can’t stop himself from clenching around Grace again, who gasps and whines as he leans forward to press a kiss to Simon’s neck in what can only be felt as fathomless gratitude, right over Grace’s claim of him. 

Once more, Simon’s thoughts are flooded over by Grace. How Grace has been looking at him as though he’s someone precious. How Grace has been handling him as though he’s someone delicate. How Grace has been speaking to him with words that have cut far deeper than any weapon ever poised against him. And the fact that Simon finds himself leaning into it all has him dizzy. Every other time the two have had sex, either Simon was given full charge or it was shared. It took Simon awhile to even be willing to bring up the idea of this to Grace. But Grace talking it out extensively before they even planned to do this… 

Just how did he get this lucky?

A gently placed kiss to his temple lures Simon out from his thoughts. “Come back to me, Simon,” his command is soft, cushioning him back to Grace. “How are you feeling?” He looks up at Simon, taking in every detail and studying Simon close. His face is dusted with the lightest tint of pink as he pulls Simon in, having him rest his entire weight on top of him. Grace is eager and single-minded on making sure Simon feels good, and it’s only serving to make Simon feel cherished.

And that is what’s so foreign to him. 

Simon cups Grace’s cheek, rolling his thumb over the rosy softness, his own hand darker and rougher by comparison. Grace leans into Simon’s touch with a quiet grin. At the tilt of his head, Simon leans into to capture Grace’s lips with his own. He slips his tongue along Grace’s lower lip, who gives Simon full access, arching his chest up against Simon’s own, and as Simon slips his tongue into Grace’s mouth, he takes the opportunity to replicate a slow roll his hips up Grace’s cock and back down, causing them both to moan. Simon’s head sways at the vibrating sensation of the sound mingling and intertwining on their tongues. When Grace rolls Simon’s hips again, less slow than before, Simon’s breath hitches and he clenches around Grace. 

Grace still doesn’t let up control or allow Simon to push this faster. And Simon bathes in that attentive effort. 

“You make me feel so good, Flower,” Grace punctuates his words with a gentle thrust up just as he rolls Simon’s hips back down onto his cock. Gasping, a shiver shoots up his body as his back arches once more. The shuddering movement shifts when Grace licks a stripe up Simon’s neck, making him twitch and squeeze his thighs around Grace, fingers grabbing into the hair at the base of his skull. Grace groans as he gently nips just below Simon’s jaw, his next words ghosting over his ear and traveling down the spine of his nervous system at a pace that is agonizingly slow but intensely hot and overwhelming all at once. “You’re gorgeous.” Grace doesn’t stop there, not with his words nor actions, continuing to guide Simon in rolling his hips as Grace trusts up to meet him. “You’re so kind and attentive and gentle. You deserve to be treated the same in turn,” Grace leans back enough to catch Simon’s gaze, Simon’s face and neck and skin all over his body radiating in heat to the touch as he pants in the air between them, squirming under Grace’s gaze, “thank you so much for giving me the chance to make you feel good.”

The small spoken line of gratitude rattles something deep in Simon’s chest, pushing the air from his lungs to make room for breath anew. 

A loud moan echoes through the room, mixing in with the sound of Grace’s cock sliding in and out of Simon’s slicked entrance and skin meeting together in gentle slaps. When Simon realizes it was his own throat that the moan fell from, he feels his own cock throb as his hips stutter. Grace is stretching him out and filling him up and holding him and looking at him and Simon can’t help but stare back in return, preening at the attention and wanting to do anything Grace says. Not because Grace has given him everything, but because he trusts Grace with everything. 

Swallowing hard, Simon continues to relinquish control to Grace, following his lead. He leans forward, pressing his body fully against Grace’s, pinning him against the back of the couch. Grace arches into every millimeter of contact, hungry to be held down and pinned by Simon’s weight on top of him. 

After pressing a trail of kisses up his neck, Simon grazes the shell of his ear with his teeth, but only for a breath of a moment. “I didn’t come up with this idea by chance or on some whim,” he nuzzles the messy hair near Grace’s ear on his path to press a kiss to his temple before returning, “I made the choice because I trust you to treat me kindly and I’m ready to accept that.” Simon smirks when he feels Grace’s grip on him tighten. “I’m being good for you and I can’t get enough of how much you love it. Love me.” Simon believes it more now than he did initially. Trusts it more. 

Grace has to stop himself from lulling his head back, but doesn’t try to stop the moan that slips its way out. Just as Simon isn’t able to get enough of how much Grace loves him, he can’t get enough of how much Simon lets himself lean into it more and more. Grace can’t help but still feel like he’s getting more out of this. His thoughts going a mile a minute, presenting him with over a dozen courses of actions on how he could remedy that problem, it leaves him wishing he had more hands, darn.

Simon’s wandering fingertips up his ribcage lights a bulb in his mind. Grace kisses and nips at the weak spot where Simon’s jaw and neck meet, smiling at the shivered response. “My flower?”

Simon tilts his head, trying to surrender as much access as possible as he hums in response, only to cut himself off with a gasp at a particular intentionally aimed thrust from Grace.

“I want you to stroke yourself for me.” Grace rocks himself up into Simon, grinning when the man throws his head back with a lewd moan. There it is. “Can you do that, Flower?”

Nodding rapidly, Simon swallows hard, ghosting his fingers back down Grace’s ribs, flittering to trace down the trail of hair down his abdomen, and then pausing to glance up at Grace through the curled locks of his bangs. 

Grace’s eyes are half lidded, smile gently encouraging him as Grace slows their pace. 

Biting back a whimper when he feels Grace’s cock brush much closer to the most sensitive bundle of nerves, Simon gently grasps himself at the base of his own cock. His breath and hips stutter as he curls his fingers around himself, jutting his hips forward into his palm. 

The sight of Simon sitting in his lap, back arched, head tilted, his lips parted with tiny gasps and pants escaping him as his curly hair bounces slightly from every bit of movement, his hand working up and down his own shaft at the same pace of which Grace guides him up and down his cock- Grace’s throat goes dry at how truly radiant Simon is, by god.

“Ah-” Simon stiffens, clenching around Grace as his mouth falls open, pausing his movements in attempt to prolong the feeling of Grace’s cock pushing against his prostate while he pushes his thumb down against the head of his own, smearing his precum as his breath hitches. “Starlight! Please, please, please, oh,” an airy whine morphs into a guttural moan as Simon begs, rocking his hips while Grace makes tiny thrusts to rub his cock against that one spot that is driving Simon over an edge, “Ryland!”

Simon’s cum spurts, spraying both their stomachs, soaking into the thick trails of hair and on Simon’s hand. To Grace’s awed shock, Simon doesn’t stop rocking his hips, hand still milking himself as his eyes bore hazily into Grace’s, “Please, please, Ry, I need you to cum in me, please!”

Grace presses open mouthed kisses along the column of Simon’s neck, “I got you, I promise, Dandelion, I’m right here,” Grace thrusts up into Simon as deeply as he can, the lewd, wet sound of skin slapping on skin steadily fills the room as Grace silences Simon’s begging pleads with a kiss, Simon immediately rushing to meet his tongue. Grace can’t tell which one of them gives a high pitches whine, but they both still as Grace feels his cock pulse as he rocks into Simon one more time before releasing into him. 

Body finally going limp on top of Grace, Simon lays his head on Grace’s shoulder, refusing to get off of Grace just yet, humming in delight as he feels Grace’s cock pulse inside him two more times before stilling. He nestles into Grace as the man wraps his arms around his mid section, hands rubbing his back, soothing Simon and reassuring him, still, that Grace is right here. 

“My Starlight…” Simon shields his eyes from the world by nuzzling the bridge of his nose against Grace’s neck, arm wrapping around Grace and hand reaching up to lightly grip the back of his neck. 

“Mhmm,” Grace continues to pet Simon, tilting his head sightly to press a kiss to Simon’s cheek bone. “You were so good, Flower, you’re perfect and handsome and beautiful, my pretty flower.” Grace’s fingers brush up Simon’s skin in such a delicate manner that Simon can’t help but to curl himself impossibly closer around Grace.

Simon rubs his cheek over the stretch of Grace’s shoulders. A grin curls the corners of his mouth as Grace breathes out, air ghosting over Simon’s body and sink into his skin. Grace rubs circles firmly into Simon’s back, going down his spine. When Simon finally shivers from the chill of the air trying to erase Grace’s breath lingering on his skin, Simon grumbles against Grace’s neck. 

“Do you want me to wash you up now, Dandelion?” Grace curls one arm around Simon’s waist, holding him closer to his own body, thumb rolling lovingly over his skin. 

The only response Grace is given is a nod paired with Simon attempting to wrap his legs around Grace’s mid section. Chuckling, Grace scoot closer to the edge of the couch to give Simon the room to do so. Once Simon successfully has himself completely latched onto Grace like the clingy man he is, Grace supports Simon’s body. Before moving to stand he rubs his stubbled jaw along Simon’s cheek. “Do you want me to pull out now or-”

The immediate whine and tightening of legs around his body is the only response he needs to get the message.

Smothering a chuckle, Grace tightens his own arms around Simon, “Shh, it’s okay, I got you. I’m not going anywhere, promise.” Simon quickly moves his arm to wrap around Grace’s neck, holding him almost possessively to make sure Grace makes good on that promise. Once Grace readies himself, he stands, lifting both himself and Simon up, holding him to keep him right where he is. Grace presses a kiss to the side of Simon’s forehead before carrying him through the house and to the bathroom. 

Though Simon doesn’t want to move even a breath away from where he is, he forces himself to detangle from Grace so he can start the bath water. Grace sets Simon on the edge of the counter, sliding a hand up the back of Simon’s neck, gently guiding their lips together. Grace’s other hand glides over Simon’s knee, slowly up his thigh, then follows the curve of his ass until he begins to massage Simon’s lower back. When Grace finally does pull out of Simon, the emptiness causes Simon to choke up for the first time ever. He’s never been so attached to the feeling of being filled. He feels needy and unnecessarily clingy as he tries to smother the whine that claws its way up his throat roughly. 

“It’s okay, Flower, I’m right here. I’m right here.” Grace peppers Simon with kisses, one hand brushing up and down the expanse of skin from Simon’s elbow up to his shoulder and over to his neck and back while his other hand does a similar motion up and down his ribcage, fingers pressed to his skin and memorizing the warmth of his body, laying a claim to Simon that isn’t as possessive as it is familiar. As if Grace feels at home and is caring for that sentiment so that Simon can feel it too. 

Simon breathes out, tension lessening as he eases more into Grace’s comfort and leans forward to press a kiss to the man’s lips. The kiss is chaste and soft, Grace’s lips gentle and unrushed as he presses back tenderly and continues to soothe Simon. 

Finally, Simon leans back to allow Grace to let him start the bath, not as worried or restless this time. As the room fills from a gentle amount of steam from the warm water, Simon relaxes when the scent of lavender and chamomile reach his nose, breathing deeper to pull it into his lungs. Grace is most refined and… elegant in moments like this. Where his own uncertainty are no where to be found, chased away and replaced by his love and his care and his affection. Running a bath for them both in the garden tub to take care of him and shower Simon in affection. 

Huffing through a grin, Simon can practically feel the kisses that will be pressed to his shoulder as Grace wraps his arms around his midsection from behind as he pulls Simon closer against his body, wanting to hold him close as he cleans them and tends to Simon. 

Simon never knew what it was to be treated this good by another. And now, he wants this for the both of them for the rest of their days. 

To love and be loved.

Cherished.