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Ever since that first kiss it's like a dam has broken between them.
Granted, it was a whole lot more than just one kiss. Simon’s never had sex like that in his life and he sincerely hopes he never has to go without it again. He feels violently greedy when it comes to Ryland.
He wants to take and take and take and the problem is that Ryland just wants to give. Simon feels like he’s constantly reining himself in, trying not to take too much.
So when Ryland tries to kneel between his legs at the couch Simon’s gut churns. He doesn’t deserve that. Instead, he reels Ryland back up and kisses him until he forgets his original mission. He has to do that a few times over the span of a week.
But he should have known that wouldn’t be the end of it. Ryland is too clever and too driven to give up on an idea that easily.
Ryland is waiting for him on the bed when he gets out of the shower one night. Naked.
Simon drops his towel and groans. “What’s the special occasion?”
“The special occasion is that I’m gonna give you a blowjob.”
He flounders. “Oh— uh. I, you don't—“
”Let me rephrase. Do you want for me to give you a blowjob?”
Ryland’s naked and half mast on their bed, he’s pretty willing to let the other man do whatever the hell he wants. Still, he balks a little.
“I’m not sure. It’s— I don't want to hurt you.”
”Put aside the fear, put aside whatever you think you deserve, okay? It’s simple. Can I taste you, baby? Yes or no.”
Simon shudders a breath. “As long as I can return the favor afterwards.”
”Any time. And if you want me to stop you just say the word, okay?”
He can't hold it back anymore, he crawls onto the bed, starting to pepper Ryland’s neck and collarbones with kisses. “I love you, Ry. Love you so much. Could never— never resist you. Not when you ask. Wanna give you anything you want, Angel.”
“I want you to fuck my mouth.” Ryland whispers against his lips, and he gets so hard so fast that his head spins.
“You make it difficult to be gentle.”
“So don't be.”
He knots a hand in Ryland’s hair. He likes this, likes it when Simon gets a little wild. He has to remind himself of that frequently.
Ryland kisses him over and over, sloppily mashing lips and tongues in a divine rhythm. He jokingly calls Simon’s spit ‘magic’ outside of the bedroom but it sure seems like magic when Simon gets him like this.
It doesn’t take more than a few minutes of kissing to make Ryland’s eyes glaze over and his breathing get heavy. Last week he pulled Ryland into his lap and refused to do more than kiss him, watching his beloved squirm as whatever chemicals in his spit did their job, coming without a touch between their bodies. Docile. A good word for it.
The hind brain part of him can't get enough of it. Knowing he’s making his sweetheart so out of his mind with pleasure just makes him want more.
So don't be. Okay. Worth a try.
He tugs Ryland back by the hair and coos, “Say please.”
Ryland doesn’t know what he’s begging for, doesn’t need to. He looks at Simon with cloudy eyes and whispers, “Please?”
”Open wide.”
Simon spits right into his pink, wet mouth, quickly chasing it down with his tongue. Ryland whines and kisses him back with gusto. It’s messy, filled with drool and the slick slide of tongue on tongue. Simon bites at his lip to pull a cry from him.
“Good boy.” He mumbles to Ryland, and that’s all the poor man can take.
“God, shut up and get on your back, I need you in my mouth.”
“Sure I can't tempt you—“
”Nope. I’ve been dying to get this thing in me.”
”You had this thing in you last night.” Simon reminds him breathlessly.
“In my mouth. You never let me taste you, and you eat me up all the time.”
”You just taste so—“ He sucks in a breath as Ryland settles between his spread legs, skimming hands down his thighs. “Taste like manna from heaven. If I could eat nothing but you for the rest of my life you know I would. Fuck!”
Ryland traces his tongue over the sticky head of his cock with a smile.
“Mmm, little saltier than average, but sort of has the same sweet taste as your spit. I’ll have to take a sample sometime.” He gives Simon a slow kiss, tonguing over his slit for more pre.
Simon can't respond, he’s too focused on knotting the monster hand in the sheets so he doesn’t lose it then and there. Ryland must see his struggle.
“It’s alright, darlin’, I’ve got you.”
And he sinks his mouth down onto Simon’s cock, taking him in deep and slow.
Simon pants out, “Angel over heaven, and in heaven, and under heaven, I owe you the whole of my love. I owe you the whole of my self. Make me taste by love what I taste by— fuck, Ryland!”
Simon’s brain short circuits. When Ryland pulls off to suck at his balls he just keeps going lower until he’s flicking his tongue lightly over Simon’s hole.
It’s like a bolt of electricity to the brain. He can't breathe past the sensation. This is the kind of thing Simon thinks about in the dead of night, not something that holy beings did to him in their free time.
But Ryland’s doing it now, burying his mouth between Simon’s legs and sucking, licking, nipping at the sensitive flesh there. He teases at Simon’s hole with his tongue until just the tip is sliding in, foreign and divine all at once. The noise he makes is just plain embarrassing.
Ryland speaks with his mouth still pressed to his rim, “Feels good?”
All he can do is let out an open mouthed sob. Ryland’s chuckle reverberates through his whole body. Simon might be crying.
Ryland pulls back to kiss his balls again, and then up his cock, and then back down and oh fuck he really is going to cry. He’s hard and leaking profusely, desperate to come down his Angel’s throat.
Like he can sense it, Ryland takes him deep, deep, deep. Simon’s head thunks against the mattress.
Ryland hums around the length in his mouth, bobbing up and down slowly. His hand covers what he can't fit. Simon fights the urge to force more of it down his throat. He has to pull his hand from Ryland’s hair so he won't give in.
But his Angel isn’t having it. He snags Simon’s wrist before he can pull away.
“Want you to pull my hair.” He whispers, lips still pressed to Simon’s shaft.
“Don’t wanna hurt you.”
“What if I want you to hurt me? Just a little?”
His hips buck and his cock nudges Ryland’s cheek. “Can’t say that.”
“Just did. I told you I want you to fuck my face and it’s the truth.” Ryland licks a long stripe up his length. “Use me. I’m just a hole for you right now, so take what you want.”
Simon keens and fists his hand tight into his lover's hair. “Ryland, Angel.”
“That’s it. I’m all yours.”
He sets those soft lips against the tip of his cock so that all Simon has to do is press and Ryland slides down, down, down his cock with little resistance.
When he meets the back of his throat Ryland convulses and pulls back, Simon tugs him up quickly.
“You okay?”
“I can take it.”
They speak at the same time, but Ryland has better control of himself. He keeps kitten-licking at Simon’s dick.
“Come on, baby. Fuck me. Show me how bad you want it. Please.”
Simon’s alien hormone cycle is definitely on the wind down, which means he’s a lot more in control of himself than he was the first time they fucked. That control seems to be slipping faster and faster. The tips of his left hand ache with a feeling he’s come to understand is the retracted craws trying to come out. His mouth feels heavy with a need to bite. Simon’s thought process is slowing to takefuckbreedhunt.
And now he’s got his Angel begging for him. How can a sinner like himself stay in control here?
Simon presses Ryland’s face down onto his cock and rolls his hips up to meet him. Ryland gags, so he pulls back, just enough for a breath, and then again into that silky wet heat.
He takes two more delicious, selfish thrusts before tugging Ryland’s head back firmly. “Okay?”
Ryland’s eyes are wide and wet, and the way his mouth and cheeks are flushed with friction is almost too much to bear.
“Don’t stop.” He whines.
Simon curls his fingers tight and presses back into his Angel, thrusting up just to make him gag. Ryland groans and hums loud around him. He presses himself up again and again, tugging Ryland down to meet the movement of his hips.
And he prays. How can he not?
“Almighty Angel who lives in the highest and cares for the lowest, receive my prayers from unclean lips, so I may bask in Your mercy all my days.”
The tight knot of heat keeps building in his stomach. Ryland chokes and sputters and tears up but the unbridled love in his eyes never wanes. He holds Simon’s gaze even as he furiously fucks into him.
His cock, balls, and thighs are all covered in sticky saliva and the copious amount of thick fluid that he leaks when he’s turned on. It must be all Ryland can taste. His eyes roll back at the thought of Ryland swallowing down his come. Would it be evil to ask such a thing from his Angel?
“Let the darkness of my soul vanish in the beams of your brightness.” He gasps, holding Ryland’s head down and just grinding there. Ryland chokes but doesn’t fight him, only whines around his mouthful.
Ryland gags and tears spill over. Simon must match him in that regard. The sight does him in. He goes to tug Ryland away but Ryland can tell, he doubles down, taking him deeper. There’s not one shred of self control left in his body.
”You are the true light that sanctifies all, and ahh— all creation sings to You throughout the ages— ah— Amen!”
Simon comes down his Angel’s throat with a shout. Ryland sputters but dutifully sucks and sucks until he’s swallowing down everything Simon can give. Even after he takes his hand from Ryland’s hair he keeps sucking and licking until every drop of come is in his stomach.
Ryland pops his head up with a dumb grin.
“Pretty good, huh?”
“Mrgghh.”
He nips at Simon’s thigh, making him jolt. “You’re gonna let me do that again, right?”
”Later. After you sit on my face.”
“Yeah? You really want—“
”I have literally dreamed of this day. Come here.”
The way Ryland giggles should be bottled up and studied for the betterment of humanity, there’s something magical about it.
Ryland comes up to frame Simon’s face with his thighs and all Simon can do is feel him. His whole nervous system shuts down to focus on the smell, taste, and weight of the Angel above him.
He jolts when Simon trails his tongue between his cheeks, moans openly when that tongue presses in.
Simon smiles when he feels a sticky droplet land on his chest and has a sudden thought. He angles himself upwards so that Ryland has to tilt his hips down.
Ryland bends so cock grinds in the space between Simon’s pecs while Simon sucks at his hole. “Oh sunshine, that’s— that’s so good. Don’t stop. Fuck, please—“
He rumbles a groan and plants both hands on Ryland’s hips. Simon starts to shift and grind him downward. Ryland gets the idea real quick.
Ryland rolls his hips in downward thrusts in time with his moans, letting Simon sloppily drag at his hole while he rides his face. His cock is grinding in that perfect spot in the middle of his chest. Simon has a giddy thought that it’s like Ryland is fucking his heart.
And boy does he put his back into it. Ryland takes his chest in both hands and smushes his pecs together so he can press between them even better. Simon whines encouragingly into him.
And still his Angel babbles on. “It’s good, so good, you’re perfect, Simon. I love you so much it drives me crazy. You— you — oh fuuuuck, baby!”
He drives his tongue in as deep as he can get it to see how Ryland will react, and the wail he gets in return makes his stomach go hot.
“Love you, love you, Simon! Ahhh— mm! Please, wanna—“
Simon tightens his grip on Ryland’s hips as hard as he can without drawing blood. His Angel cries out and there’s a wet spurt of come across his chest. It’s hot as blood, it makes him shiver in ecstacy.
Ryland whines and grinds down on him, milking the last of his orgasm. Simon doesn’t let up until he’s crying out and pulling away, too overstimulated for more.
But even then he lets Simon pin him in the sheets and soothe him with sweetened kisses and a firm touch. If he’s very lucky Ryland will let him keep that up until he’s begging for it again. These days Simon can go for hours.
And he intends to.