Welcome To Clown Town

He hovered near the foot of your bed, twisting his fingers into the fabric as he spotted your face buried into the comfortable bedding. He knew he shouldn’t wake you, but the image of your lifeless face was still vivid in his head.

Nightmares were common for both of you, of course, but they frequented his mind more than yours. The traumatic moments before his forced shipment aboard the Hail Mary was the most common sequence, but lately you started appearing in them too. 

Specifically, his mind decided to attack his worries about not being able to save you. 

The thoughts had plagued him before he was safe and sound on Erid. Scenarios where the oxygen failed on the ship and you fell asleep and never woke up. Where your tether broke during a spacewalk and you drifted helplessly away into the endless void of space. 

He’d be alone. Even though he had Rocky, there were some things about being human that the Eridian wouldn’t understand or relate to.

Tonight was the worst by far, though.

His mind had supplied him with images of you becoming trapped during that awful ship spin before Rocky had saved you both. You were slowly suffocating while the gravity slowly increased in that cockpit. He couldn’t even call your name with his chest compressed against the ship’s console.

He awoke with a start, and hadn’t been able to sleep for hours. 

Now, here he was, about to wake you up because of his own worries. Ryland wandered slowly to the side of your bed with sweaty palms, and carefully reached out a hand. He settled it on your blanket covered shoulder, and shook it gently.

He whispered your name, hesitating when you didn’t wake up immediately. This was a bad idea, he thought, but before he could retreat, he heard the distinct sound of that deep breath you took. A sure sign that you were waking up.

“Ryland?” You mumbled as you rubbed your eyes. “You okay? Somethin’ wrong?” You sat up, the blanket slipping down your form as you reached for the small light on your bedside table. 

When you flicked it on, you recognized the familiar post-nightmare expression on his face. Ryland’s hair was sticking up in all sorts of directions from running his hands through it. His blue eyes were slightly puffy, possibly from crying, and underlined with tired circles behind his glasses. His blanket was wrapped around his shoulders, like a protection from the horrible dream.

“I just…” He hesitated, looking down at his hands for a moment. “It sounds stupid but…I had a nightmare, and I couldn’t really fall asleep?” He huffed, running a hand through his already mussed hair. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Oh,” You smiled at him. You didn’t mind. You never really did when it came to him. “You wanna talk about it?” You suggested, patting the bed next to you. 

Ryland took the offered spot next to you without another word. He settled into the pillows, laying down right next to you as he stared at the ceiling. “Can I just…stay? Just for a little bit?” He murmured. 

He couldn’t even meet your eye. 

“Of course,” You laid down right next to him, and turned to your side to face him. “You can stay.” 

“Thanks,” Ryland sighed, and you felt his body relax next to you. 

“Anytime,” You muttered. You reached up and took the frames off of his face, setting them gently on the bedside table before turning off the light. The room sank into darkness. “Get some rest. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good plan,” He responded, stifling a yawn beside you as you settled back into the blankets. His hand brushed against yours, like he was trying to prove that you were here, that you were alive and well right there next to him. 

You didn’t pull away. Instead, you threaded your fingers through his. You heard his breath hitch in the dark room as you tugged him closer. 

“Uh…what are you doing?” He whispered.

“Shhh,” You hushed him, slowly threading your fingers through his hair. He practically melted against you, and a small contented sound escaped his throat before he could stop it.

“That’s…nice…” Ryland muttered, sinking into your arms without resistance. His breathing slowed against your collarbones and you both drifted off, closer than you expected to be tonight.

The artificial dawn light creeped in through the curtains of your Eridian bedroom. You blinked your eyes open slowly, breathing in a deep breath through your nose as your senses slowly came back to you. 

The first thing you felt was a warm arm curled snugly around your waist. Followed by the feeling of long legs tangled with your own.

The final thing you noticed was the steady sound of Ryland’s breathing. Small puffs of warm air brushed your collarbones as he slept soundly in the crook of your neck. 

Right. The nightmare.

You shifted the smallest bit, just enough to catch a glimpse of his sleeping face. His expression was calm, his eyes closed and his mouth parted just slightly in the early morning light. The wrinkles that usually accompanied his every expression were nearly invisible, just faint lines near his eyes and brows. 

You reached down and brushed the hair away from his forehead, only stopping when his brows furrowed softly in confusion. 

“Mmm…” He groaned as his eyes looked blearily up at you. “Wh’time is it?” 

“Too early,” You said softly. 

“Definitely,” He grumbled as he nestled back into the crook of your neck, sending a cozy warmth through your chest. Without thinking, you pressed a kiss to his hairline. 

He hummed when he felt your lips meet his forehead, smiling against the soft skin of your neck. “Do that again,”

“You are demanding in the morning, aren’t you?” You mumbled before pressing another kiss against his forehead.

He huffed out a small laugh, and you felt his smile spread wider. “I’m not demanding…” he mumbled “Y’just really warm. Coulda been doin’ this months ago. Just gotta make up for lost time.” He sighed in contentment and tightened his hold on your waist, hugging you closer just to hear you breathe.

“Is that so?” You asked him, and you watched as he tilted his head back just enough to meet your eye. 

“Absolutely.” He murmured, his voice still rough from sleep. He looked up at you with those sleepy blue eyes, and that soft smile on his face.

“Hi,” You whispered.

“Hey,” He whispered back.

You just couldn’t resist it.

You slid a hand to his jaw and leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. He hummed against you, returning it just as softly, like he had all the time in the world. A cozy heat spread from where your lips met all the way to your chest and down your spine.

When you parted, he let out a small, giddy laugh. 

“Oh, geez,” he whispered, and when you looked at him, his eyes were still closed. He cleared his throat, and finally looked up at you with a sheepish smile. “Shoulda been doing that months ago too.”

“Guess we should make up for lost time,” You teased as you spotted the light blush dusting his cheeks.

“kats... that’s not true,” you say in a lower voice, and his head snaps towards you again with a speed you’ve never seen before.

his eye twitches.

“the heck you mean, ‘that’s not true’?”

“uhm… i can try talking to our manager and see if we can offer you a discount,” the waitress says, clearly not knowing what else to do.

“we would be very grateful,” you say, trying not to laugh, still keeping your voice low and humble.

katsuki’s jaw tightens as he stares at you for a second too long.

“what the hell? we do not need a discount,” he insists, his eye twitching again as he quickly stands up and points towards the parking lot through the window of the restaurant. “see that black porsche? that’s my car! i have money!” he insists.

the waitress blinks, clearly unsure of what to say.

“katsuki, please,” you mumble, shaking your head as you reach for his arm to make him sit back down.

“don’t ‘katsuki, please’ me,” he mutters, giving you a look before turning back to the woman. “i can pay. i have the money. she’s just—”

he pauses, visibly trying to come up with a reasonable explanation for your behavior.

“she’s fucking with me.”

you press your lips together to keep yourself from laughing.

“no, i’m not,” you shake your head then turn towards the waitress. “it’s really hard for him to accept the reality, denial is his only way to cope,” you explain in a whispery, worried voice.

“cope…? cope!? i am not coping with anything!”

he tries again to explain what is going on — this time in a more frantic manner — hoping he will convince the waitress that he can indeed afford to pay everything and that the car is, in fact, his.

but you are making his credibility very questionable with the way you keep shaking your head negatively behind him as he talks, while looking the waitress dead in the eyes.

you two seem like you really need that discount, the waitress thinks.

"it's really you." he muttered as his eyes scan your face, searching for any trace of the past. "damn.. it's been so long without a word, thought you moved away for good.."

"yeah." you muttered, taking a step back before your eyes locked onto his. "i came back a while ago.. just kept to myself. i didn't expect to run into you here."

"neither did i." he admits, his tone surprisingly soft. he rubs the back of his neck—a rare gesture of hesitation that makes your chest warm. "what are you doing out here this late?"

"just grabbed some groceries." you answer, glancing down the quiet street. "i'm waiting on a taxi to take me home, but it's taking forever."

"forget the cab." he says, stepping in and smoothly reaching down to take the heavy bags right out of your hands. "my car's parked right around the corner. i'll drive you home."

you hesitate for a second, looking into those crimson eyes that used to terrify you, but all you see now is gentleness. "katsuki, you don't have to—"

"i want to." he interrupted, shifting the bags to one hand and gestures for you to follow. "come on. let me take care of it."

"okay." you say quietly. "sure. thank you."

the drive to your house is quiet, but it isn't uncomfortable. he wasn't just a famous hero on a screen anymore; he was a man who had fought through his own darkness and grew into someone extraordinary.

he asked about your life with a genuine interest, leaning in closer at red lights to hear every word and making your skin flush—you realize your feelings haven't faded at all. if anything, you were more drawn to him now than you had ever been.

once he pulled up to your house and killed the engine, the inside of his car felt heavy with unspoken tension. a soft golden light filtered through the glass, casting soft shadows across the dashboard.

you turn in your seat, reaching for the door handle. "thanks for the ride, katsuki. really. and for the bags."

he doesn't unlock the doors. instead, he unbuckles his seatbelt and rests his forearms on the steering wheel, his soft gaze pinning you in place.

"katsuki?" you murmured his name softly.

"you think i forgot?" he whispers, his voice thick and low. "you think all those years ago in middle school i picked on you because i hated you?"

your hand freezes on the door handle. "i.. i didn't know what else to think. you were terrible to me back then."

"i know."

"i was an idiot back then." he grumbled, turning in his seat to face you head-on. "didn't know what to do with how much i wanted you, so i acted like a fool." he reached over, cupping the side of your neck in his warm palm, his thumb tracing your jaw with surprising gentle care.

"drove me out of my fuckin' mind every time you looked at me like you were scared. and then when years went by without a trace of you.. i thought i'd lost my chance forever. thought you went across the world to get away."

your fingers curled onto your seatbelt to steady yourself, but as you leaned into his touch, the last of your defenses melted completely. "i never wanted to get away from you, katsuki." you murmur softly, looking into his eyes. "even back then.. even when things were awful, i couldn't help how much i liked you."

his eyes widen slightly, a raw spark catching in his gaze before his eyes darkened as they glanced down to your lips, his body leaning instinctively closer to yours. "what about now?" he rasped, his breath brushing softly across your lips.

"now... i never stopped wanting you." you whispered.

before you can say another word, his mouth is on yours. the kiss is deep and passionate—pouring out those years of built-up distance and a yearning he never knew how to show back then.

you let out a soft sigh against his lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer—surrendering to years of buried desire.

he deepened the kiss, hands tangling in your hair to hold you steady while pulling your body flush against his chest.

when he finally pulls back just an inch, his breathing is heavy and his eyes are searching yours with an intense devotion.

"shit.." he sighed softly as a smile broke across his face, met instantly by the helpless one on your own. "i fuckin' missed you."

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Kinktober is a kinky October prompt challenge that’s been running in one form or another since 2016. There are three prompts for each day in October, and the challenge is to use one (or more!) of the prompts to create something for that day. If you don’t want to use any of the three daily prompts, you can swap them out for the bonus prompts at the bottom of the prompt list.

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Prompts

Condoms – Bratting – Watersports

Orgy – Embarrassment – Bestiality

Hate Sex – Suspension Bondage – Mind Control

Body Writing – Subspace – Master/Slave

Glory Hole – Cloning/Selfcest – Body Modification

Held Down – Riding Crops – Feeding/Stuffing

Dirty Talk – Cockwarming – Aphrodisiacs

Face Sitting – Switching – Scat

Orgasm Delay/Denial – Discipline – Whips

Gentle Sex – Chains – Noncon

Age Gap – Breathplay – Religion Kink

Phone Sex – Findom – Edgeplay

Frottage – Temperature Play – Emetophilia

Strength Kink – Roleplay – Vore

Corsets – Power Imbalance – Human Furniture

Nipple Play – Conditioning – Predator/Prey

Rough Sex – Begging – Furry

Deepthroating – Rope Bondage – Transformation

Public Sex – Daddy/Mommy Kink – Cigars/Cigarettes

One Night Stand – Pain Play – Snuff

Coregasm – Overstimulation – Predicament Bondage

Sharing – Boot Worship – Lactation

Vibrators – Caught In The Act – ABDL

Leather/Lace/Latex – Spreader Bar – Drugging

First Time – Non-Sexual BDSM – Knifeplay

Swallowing – Collars – Fuck Or Die

Spanking – Feminization/Masculinization – Inflation

Strap-On – Safewords – Torture

Quickie – Pet Play – Wet And Messy

Licking – Clamps – Oviposition

Fingering – Micro/Macro – Writer’s Choice

Bonus prompts:

Kink Discovery

Stripping

Coming In Pants

Omegaverse (Non-Traditional Dynamics)

Pornography

Sub/Dom Drop

Both of you swear it’s just a normal morning.

As usual Rocky and Adrian stop by during breakfast, the conversation drifts from crop yields to the newest improvements in the biodomes, and for a blissful hour, everything feels perfectly ordinary.

Then Adrian chirps. “My Love, question.”

After months of hearing Ryland call you nothing else, the Eridians had simply concluded that My Love was apparently your name.

“Yes?” You replied, still chewing on your breakfast.

“Ooh…” Ryland visibly shrinks to himself. “That’s never a good way to start a sentence.”

“Adrian has reviewed the human educational materials.”

“Okay…”

“Anatomical diagrams are excellent.”

Ryland sighs in relief.

“However.”

“There it is.”

You glance nervously at Ryland and he doesn’t look any better.

“Demonstrations are insufficiently detailed.”

You blink. “What do you mean, demonstrations?”

“Anatomical lecture video is informative.” Adrian continues.

“Good.”

“The reproductive process remains… incomplete.”

“…Incomplete?”

“It explains gametes, fertilization. It does not explain why bonded humans repeatedly perform reproductive behavior but intentionally prevents fertilization, why no complete explanation for behavioral sequence, question?”

You nearly choke on your drink. Beside you, Ryland quietly closes his eyes, accepting his fate.

Then Adrian continues, earnestly.

“Current hypothesis: pair-bond maintenance.”

Silence.

“Secondary hypothesis: stress regulation.”

Ryland rubs a hand over his face.

“Third hypothesis: recreational.”

“…No.” Ryland already knows where this is going.

Both Adrian and Rocky tilt their carapace.

“No?”

“No.”

Another thoughtful pause.

Rocky joins the conversation. “Would additional—”

“ROCKY.”

“Adrians need details, can’t understand from Earth’s science video.” Startled Rocky clicks in confusion.

Ryland being Ryland, keeps trying to avoid explaining any further, but his curious friends won’t stop asking either.

“Grace.”

“No.”

Neither Eridian seems remotely discouraged, they simply exchange a series of thoughtful clicks before Adrian tries again.

“Observation also insufficient.”

Ryland frowns. “…Observation?”

“Cannot understand from only listening to Grace and My Love.”

The room falls completely silent.

“…What?”

“Why humans so noisy while mate, question?”

“…Excuse me?”

You clasp a hand over your mouth as a loud gasp of realization hits you, Ryland looks like he’s considering launching himself out the nearest airlock.

“Wha—how did you—”

He points accusingly between the two Eridians.

“You’ve been watching us?” Now he actually sounds horrified.

“Listening,” Rocky corrects. “Not watching.”

“That is not better!”

“It was not intentional,” Adrian says. “Biodomes transmit sound efficiently.”

“Very efficiently.” Rocky added as an agreement. “Eridians incredible hearing, why Grace keeps forgetting, Grace dumb.”

Ryland’s face drops at that.

“Your resonance frequencies are impressive.” Adrian added.

Ryland groans loud enough to make both Eridians click in concern. But oblivious to the source of his distress, Adrian asks their next question.

“If offspring are not desired, why perform reproductive behavior? Grace and My Love performs frequently.”

Ryland makes a noise somewhere between a sigh and a dying star.

You finally realize what the problem is. Embarrassment simply… doesn’t translate across species.

You clear your throat.

“You’re approaching this like it’s only biology.”

Adrian tilts their carapace. “Clarify.”

“For humans, reproduction and pair-bonding overlap, some behaviors have biological functions, but they’re also shaped by emotion and personal relationships, a way for us to express how we feel for our…mate.” You try so very carefully, explain to them.

Rocky clicks thoughtfully. “So scientific explanation alone is… insufficient.”

“Exactly.”

“Humans are more complicated than anticipated.”

Ryland mutters, “You have no idea.”

“Curious.” Adrian pauses for several seconds before chirping. “Adrian wishes to improve understanding. Can Grace and My Love demonstrate now?”

“…D-demonstrate?”

“Yes, demonstrate humans mating ritual.”

Ryland swallows at the thought, immediately understanding what Adrian is asking for.

“Grace and My Love explains better than Earth’s videos.”

“Yes, like puppet show.” Rocky chitters happily, completely missing the weight of the favors they are asking for.

“They’re not judging us.” You sigh, looking towards Ryland.

“No.”

“They’re not making fun of us.”

“Nope.”

“They’re literally writing biology notes.”

“…Yes…We’re the only humans in their system.” Ryland groans, dragging a hand down his face. “That somehow makes it worse.”

Silence settles over the room. The two of you steal uncertain glances at one another.

Finally, Ryland clears his throat. “…You’d have to ask her. I’m not making that decision for both of us.”

Lies.

You know him well enough to catch the flicker in his eyes. Curiosity, embarrassment. And beneath both of them, the unmistakable excitement he’d been trying so desperately to hide.

Ryland likes the idea.

Your own thoughts aren’t much better, it should horrify you. But for reasons neither of you expected, that doesn’t repel the two of you. Instead, it got you pressing your legs together.

Ryland caught that, his hand finds your thigh beneath the table, giving it a gentle squeeze and you lace your fingers through his.

The corners of his mouth lift ever so slightly.

Neither Eridian misses the exchange.

“Grace’s heart rate has increased,” Adrian observes.

“Body temperature elevated and behavior consistently indicates Grace ready to mate now.”

Both Rocky and Adrian clicks happily.

“Agreement!”

Ryland nearly chokes.

“W-What? No—that’s not—” He gestures helplessly between the two Eridians. “I-…I, of course I’m aroused, s-she…she’s my mate and both of you just put the thought in my mind so early in the morning.”

Heat rushes to your face.

The worst part is knowing neither Rocky nor Adrian means anything by it.

They’re not voyeurs.

They’re scientists.

They’re trying to understand.

To them, this is no different from asking how human lungs work, or why humans laugh, or what makes a pair bond last a lifetime. No judgment, no hidden motive. Simply another scientific question

That makes it so much harder to say no.

You sit there in silence, feeling so caught red handed, cause you know very well, to you and Ryland it’s entirely something else. Your eyes slowly find Ryland’s.

There it is. Neither of you really needs convincing anymore.

“We…can,” Your voice comes out much quieter than intended. “I-I guess?”

“…What?…” Ryland blinks.

“We can…” You swallow, forcing yourself to finish the sentence. “…demonstrate.”

For a heartbeat, he simply stares at you.

The words have barely left your mouth before Ryland is pulling you into him. His lips crashing onto yours in a hurried kiss, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other wraps securely around your waist.

You instinctively circle your arms around his neck, melting into the familiar warmth, answering his kiss without hesitation.

Desperate. His tongue pushes past your lips as he tilts his head to the side to kiss you deeper, his hands are quick to under your shirt, wandering over your skin in slow, affectionate strokes, lingering wherever they land, hesitant to move.

He pulls off the kiss, just enough for his forehead to rest against yours, both of you struggling to catch your breath as he creates the smallest sliver of space to speak. “You see?” He never takes his eyes off you. “What you call a human mating ritual isn’t just for reproduction.” His thumb lazily traces your cheek, he can’t help touching you.

“Speaking for the two of us…specifically.”

A fond smile softens his voice. “We do this… frequently because it makes us feel the closest to each other.”

His nose brushes yours. Featherlight. Lingering there for a heartbeat before nosing against your cheek with a quiet, contented sigh, rubbing himself against you in the most habitual gesture that seems almost beyond conscious thought. “It feels good,” He whispers, the words swallowed by the warmth between you.

“Pleasurable.”

As if he still isn’t close enough, he nuzzles fully into you, cheek ghosting slowly along yours before settling into the curve of your face, smiling to himself when you instinctively lean into the touch. “And…” He kisses softly under your ears, sending shivers down your spine.

“I love making her feel good.”

His confessions so soft it leaves you speechless, you can only hide your face against the crook of his neck, far too shy from his actions. Especially, knowing that in just a few moments, your sweet alien friends will be diligently documenting everything that follows in the name of science.

“My Love is responding to Grace’s touch, mating behaviors reciprocated.”

Ryland lets out an awkward chuckle. “…Right.” Then he shifts his attention back to you.

“Up.”

You don’t hesitate.

The moment you jump up, Ryland sweeps you into his arms effortlessly, holding you close enough that your laughter brushes against his neck.

“Ry!”

“Couldn’t wait,” He admits with a sheepish smile as he hurries toward the bedroom.

Rocky and Adrian exchange an excited series of chitters before following several steps behind, dutifully continuing what they believe to be an extraordinarily important scientific observation.

Ryland sets you gently back on your feet before turning to face the two Eridians.

“If we’re doing this…” He rubs the back of his neck. “…We’re doing it properly.”

Rocky clicks excitedly. “Proper scientific method.”

“Exactly.” Ryland points at him. “…Scientific method…”

He steps closer, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, then he reaches for your hand. “This,” Intertwining your fingers with his, he begins. “comes first.”

Both Eridians lean forward. “Humans don’t begin with reproduction.” Adrian chimes.

“Yes, we begin with trust.”

Ryland smiles at you before continuing. “Everything starts with communication. Consent. Making sure both people are comfortable.” His thumb traces slow circles across the back of your hand. “Touch isn’t just physical.” His voice soft. “It’s reassuring.”

Then he lifts your hand up to his face

“I’m asking even though I already know the answer.” A faint smile tugs at his lips before he tilts his head just enough to brush a lingering kiss on your knuckles.

So impossibly tender.

“Repeated confirmation.” Rocky notes to himself, Adrian continues. “Must indicate mutual willingness before progression.”

Ryland nods.

“That’s one of the most important things about humans.” He looks back at you, his expression softening. “And honestly…” Another sheepish grin spreads across his face.

“I just really like holding her.”

You can only blush upon his statement.

“Human mating consists of numerous affectionate behaviors before, during, and independent of reproduction.” Adrian clicks happily.

Ryland chuckles. “…That’s actually a pretty good summary.”

“They really are just writing biology notes.”

“I know.” Ryland sighs. “…I still can’t believe I’m teaching alien anthropology with my own relationship.”

“In the name of science?” You ask teasingly, biting on your lips to hide the smile.

“In the name of whatever they are trying to conclude.” His reply makes you laugh, cupping his cheeks in your hand, holding him softly as he slowly kneels in front of you.

“May I?” He asks, pressing a lingering kiss to the waistband of your shorts.

A smile tugs at your lips as you nod in reply.

He carefully slid them down, letting them pool around your feet.

Then slowly, so slowly, his fingertips trail upwards from your ankles, tracing a slow path over your skin until they reach the hem of your shirt. He gently lifts it, easing the fabric higher before pulling it over your head, his lips following in its way with absentminded kisses, he can’t bear to leave an inch of you untouched.

He guides you to the bed, helping you settle comfortably between his legs. He pats his chest, silently asking you to lean back against him.

You do, resting against him while facing Rocky and Adrian.

The two Eridians remain completely focused, watching with undivided attention of scientists attending an important lecture.

Ryland clears his throat. “Next step,” Effortlessly switching into teacher mode despite the growing heat in his body, “you make sure your…mate is ready to take you.” Referring to you as mate got him feeling some type of way, actually and verbally claiming you. He says it so naturally, and you like it, for all you know you are his.

You tense with anticipation, mentally preparing yourself for what’s coming.

“Relax,” He murmurs, offering you a reassuring smile as his hands gently guide your legs open. “Show them My Love, they can’t observe if they can’t see.”

Now that this is actually happening, embarrassing excitement floods through you. Something about Ryland explaining this as seriously as your eager audience sends different kinds of thrill through your body.

His hand remains intertwined with yours, easing you as he continues his demonstration, he slowly runs his fingers along your heat, breath shaking slightly the moment he feels your wetness.

“hhnnh—Ry…”

Two of his fingers gently spreading your folds open.

Never in your life have you felt this exposed, and to your own amusement, your body refuses to hide how affected you are by leaking more of yourself.

“You like this don’t you?” Ryland teases as he never stop tracing over your entrance.

You can only answer him with muffled moans, stuffing your face against his neck. It’s impossible to keep looking at Rocky and Adrian, too ashamed of how much you are enjoying yourself in this situation.

Ryland lets out a soft breathy laugh before returning to his explanation. “The human female body is just…amazing…” His voice lowers with admiration.

“Extraordinary.”

Ryland softly nudges on the hood of your clit, exposing them. “You may already recognize this structure from the anatomical video,”

“This…this is the clitoris, It’s one of the most densely innervated structures in the human body, containing thousands of sensory nerve endings. Unlike many other parts of the reproductive system, its primary biological function isn’t reproduction itself, but sensory perception.” He glances briefly toward Rocky and Adrian before continuing.

“So by stimulating it…she’s going to experience a great deal of pleasure.”

He does exactly as he’s describing, his finger starts rubbing slow circles on your little nub making you writhe from the contact, panting softly into his skin.

“Everything we’re doing right now has a purpose.”

Your fingers tighten around the hand intertwined with yours while your other hand finds his wrist, holding on through the overwhelming vulnerability of the moment.

“We call this foreplay,” Ryland continues. His voice is calm, but every sentence carries a little more enthusiasm than the last, clearly enjoying whatever is unfolding upfront. “It’s part of how humans prepare physically and emotionally before reproduction becomes possible.”

He lightly pinches on your clit and a tiny yelp escapes you.

Adrian chirps. “Mating noises increase. Therefore, mating noises indicates to experiencing pleasure, question?”

Ryland lets out a quiet laugh. “Well… not all humans are particularly… vocal.”

His eyes drift back to you.

“But lucky me, she is.”

A helpless whine escapes you at his words. Ryland bites his lower lip, unable to hide the smile threatening to break free. He looks almost unfairly pleased with himself, every little sound you make is another reminder that he knows you and your body by heart.

“I like how expressive she is,” Ryland continues working on you, somehow not losing the almost lecturer-like tone. “Her reactions tell me whether she likes what I’m doing or not, if what I’m doing is welcomed, and if I’m taking care of her the way she needs.”

Rocky and Adrian exchange a thoughtful series of chitters. “So vocalization functions as communication.”

“For many humans, yes,” Ryland replies. “It’s not universal, but it can be an important part of how partners understand one another.”

You lift your face up to find his eyes never looking away from you. There’s unmistakable hunger in his eyes.

“I’d say, she’s enjoying herself.”

The contrast between his composed explanation and the way his finger doesn’t stop toying with you leaves your thoughts in complete disarray. If this is his version of talking dirty to you, you need him to keep talking this way.

A push of his finger past your entrance breaks your busy thoughts.

“Now, I need to make sure she’s relaxed enough to continue.”

Soft whimpers slip past your lips the moment he pushes a second finger.

“That’s it,” He murmured warmly.

You never quite get used to how he just seems to know exactly what you need.

“Open up for me...”

So skilled with his movements, his fingers perfectly in tune with how he moves his hand, opening them as he goes inwards, closing them as he goes outwards. In and out just like that, the pad of his fingers rubs against the warm spongy walls inside of you.

“Kiss…” You whisper, voice trembling. “W-want kiss.”

You need him to kiss you. To ground you. To give you something to hide behind, because being so completely exposed as the center of his lesson for your sweet, unsuspecting audience that are diligently taking notes is almost more than your flustered heart can bear.

Every explanation he gives seems to make it worse. Speaking about you with such quiet admiration, each sentence carries the tenderness of a love letter that is whispered gently against your skin.

“Mhm.” Ryland glances briefly toward Rocky and Adrian, unable to hide the quiet pride in his smile, proudly showing off how good he takes care of you. He kisses you slow, a little messy, humming softly into the kiss when he feels you biting on his lower lips.

You can’t stop moaning into his mouth as he swallows them whole. Especially when his knuckles deep fingers curl inside you, hitting exactly on your sweet spot, making you twist in his hold. You jerk off the kiss, breathless.

“R-ry! please…”

He feels it immediately, the way your walls flutter before clamping hard around his fingers, he answers you with a moan, somehow feeling the pleasure himself just from watching you.

“Come on Lovey, you’re so close.” He murmurs.

Your body trembles against him, broken sobs of his name spills off your lips. You bury your face in the crook of his neck again, squirming helplessly in his embrace as wave after wave of high crashes over you.

Ryland slows down his finger, talking you through it by whispering soft praises by your ear.

“There’s my girl.”

The words are followed by featherlight kisses along your temple, soothing you as your breathing slowly begins to steady.

Adrian chirps delightfully. “My Love has reach climax. Does this count as a successful mating, question?”

Ryland lets out a quiet chuckle. “Not quite.” He continues easing you, his lips brushing your cheek between explanations.

“As I said, the human female body is extraordinary, they are capable of reaching climax more than once and that doesn’t necessarily mean reproduction has occurred. Before we start the intercourse, it’ll be more comfortable for her this way.”

Rocky and Adrian diligently noting down the new information.

Ryland gently withdraws his fingers, taking them in his mouth long enough to steal a lingering taste of you before a quiet, helpless groan slips from him.

His eyes flutter shut for the briefest moment.

Just how much he’d rather be doing you properly right now, going down on you, feasting on what’s left of you for him. Instead, he exhales a breathless laugh, acknowledging the fact that his face would be in the way of the demonstration, when the whole point was for Rocky and Adrian to actually see what he was explaining.

It will only complicate things and raise far more questions than it answered.

With visible unwillingness, he pushes the thought aside and brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “You okay?” He asks softly. “Good to continue?”

“Yes…” You answer almost immediately, nodding eagerly, still tucked safely against him. “Please, Ry~”

A smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

“Atta girl.” He presses soft smooches across your cheeks. “Help me out will you?”

You pull yourself from the comfort of his embrace, shifting to kneel beside him, your gaze never leaving his as you kiss your way down, all while pushing on the hem of his shirt. The shirt is in your way.

You give it a small, impatient tug. “Take it off,” Your whine sounds almost annoyed at how the shirt is covering him.

Ryland chuckles under his breath, unable to hide the amused smile spreading across his face. “Bossy,” He whispers under his breath, already reaching for the hem of his shirt.

You answer by kissing the smile right off his lips, your hands fumble with the waistband of his pants tugging the fabric down hastily, just enough to free him.

Ryland lets out a shaky breath as his cock sprangs out all tall and ready, the heads throbbing angry red, leaking shiny beads of precum.

You too can’t help the embarrassingly needy whine at that sight, one that never fails to make your mouth water.

He is just so pretty everywhere, all for you.

“Well…” He looks down at himself and laughs under his breath, clearly trying to slip back into his teacher mode. “I…I don’t really have much to explain about the human male. Specifically myself.” His sentence falters as your touch steals the rest of his thoughts. “I’m just—”

Your hand wraps around him, leaning into the curve of his neck, you lick on his skin before leaving a series of lingering kisses. You playfully nip on his skin, sucking on them softly as you hum in contentment, unable to resist leaving your mark.

“F-fuck…” He cries out. The softness of your lips on his neck paired with the way your thumb is circling on his dribbling tip. All the sensation steals the last of his composure, his head tips back against the headboard as a shaky moan escapes him.

He closes his eyes for a brief moment before forcing himself to continue. “While some human males… need more time to become physically ready…”

Another breath catches in his throat.

“I’m…” Ryland laughs breathlessly. “I’m just always like this with her.” The confession earns warmth across his cheeks that has nothing to do with embarrassment anymore. “I-I think…” He exhales another quiet laugh, shaking his head. “I t-think you’ll explain m-me…much better Love,” Meeting your eyes with an utterly helpless smile.

“I… I can’t.”

Gone was the composed lecturer tone. All that’s left is a hopelessly, thoroughly, and utterly undone Ryland.

Rocky clicks several times, spinning around in rapid succession. “Grace incapable of objective scientific observation.”

Ryland snorts, though it quickly catches in his throat. “Yeah, well—hnngh…” He struggles to gather a sentence together. “You… have no idea how incredible she is.”

Adrian pauses from taking notes.

“Grace’s explanations contain an unusually high frequency of compliments.”

Rocky clicks knowingly. “Bias detected.”

“It’s called…” Ryland breathes out another shaky laugh. “…being in love, Rocky.”

You bite back a smile, delighted with his response. “Okay,” You say sweetly. “Let’s stop teasing him.” Saying that while you proceed to do the exact opposite, never actually moving your hand and only toying around his tip.

“My Love also demonstrates mischievous behavior,” Adrian notes.

“Affirmative,” Rocky chirps. “Scientific term: menace.”

You grin. “There are lots of ways humans approach foreplay. While Ryland used his hand on me…” You glance up at him with a look that promises trouble. “…I’m going to use my mouth.”

Ryland exhales sharply, hips jerking up at your words.

“He prefers that,” You tell the two Eridians with a knowing smile. “You two just watch him,” You continued. “You’ll understand.”

And despite his flushed out situation, he smiles at your remarks.

You give him a long lick from the base back to the head, suckling softly on them before slowly taking him whole.

Ryland’s whole body shudders instantly at the feeling of your warm mouth around him.

You start bobbing your head pulling out soft whiny grunts from him before he can stop it.

Rocky chirps excitedly. “Grace equally vocal.” Adrian immediately added to the observation notes. “Pair demonstrates reciprocal vocal communication.”

Ryland, looking thoroughly dazed, manages to lift one hand just enough to flash Rocky a weary thumbs-down. Then his hand slides down into your hair, tugging on them softly when you start gagging on him. “S-slow down…” He breathes out. “You’re gonna hurt yourself…and I’m—” A choked moan cuts him off.

“I’m not gonna last…”

You hum pulling off him with a soft pop, wiping the corner of your mouth before reaching over to the bedside table for a condom. To this day, neither of you knows why the Hail Mary had an emergency supply of condoms tucked away in the storage. Guess whoever packed them had somehow anticipated some scenarios.

You silently thank them every single time.

Holding it up for Rocky and Adrian to see, you explain, “This is one of humans contraceptives. It goes over the male reproductive organ and acts as a barrier, preventing sperm from reaching the female reproductive tract. That way, pregnancy doesn’t occur.” You press one last lingering kiss on his length before carefully rolling the condom into place, earning a quiet hiss from him.

“We’re…actually running low on these,” You admit, cheeks warming as you realize just how quickly the supply has dwindled.

Ryland lets out a breathless laugh, unable to hide the smile spreading across his face at your flustered confession. “Back on Earth, we had plenty of different contraceptive options,” He adds, slipping back into his lecturer’s cadence. “But here… our choices are a little…limited…”

You glance hopefully at Rocky and Adrian. “If… you two wouldn’t mind helping us…” The request alone makes your face burn. “I could mark a few possible ways that might be possible to recreate…here.” And you just can’t withstand your own request anymore, instinctively folding yourself into Ryland’s embrace, letting out an embarrassed sound as you do so.

He catches you immediately, laughing softly as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “Another reason why humans separate intimacy from reproduction.”

You nod against his chest. “Our situation just…” You trail off before quietly finishing, “…isn’t one where having a baby would be responsible.” The words linger heavier than you expect. Not because you’re unhappy, quite the opposite actually.

You have Ryland.

You have Rocky, Adrian, and everyone else.

A home, strange as it may be.

But if circumstances had been different, if it had been back on Earth, living an ordinary life together. With a man like him? You’d spent half your life pregnant and the other half wondering how you ended up pregnant again. You are definitely having his babies, constantly. The man wouldn’t stand a chance, Ryland would’ve looked utterly bewildered every single time.

You know yourself well enough to admit the truth. You will never find yourself not pregnant.

The thought makes you smile into his shoulder, but some dreams simply belong to another world.

Ryland notices the change in your expression immediately. “Lovey...”

“You okay?” He brushes a thumb across your cheek.

You nod, smiling a little wider this time. “Just thinking.”

Before either of you can say anything else, Rocky’s excited clicking fills the room. “Okay. Now showtime! Hurry, hurry!”

The quiet moment dissolves instantly.

You slowly lift your head from his shoulder. “Uh…Ry…” Your voice comes out even smaller this time. “You should explain this part…” There is simply no way you’ll be able to. The moment he starts, it will be impossible for you to state actual sentences, you are not going to embarrass yourself by trying.

“Of course,” He kisses the top of your head before looking at you with a smile that barely hides the need in his eyes.

“How would you like to have me?”

“The one where I c-can lean on you…” You trail off, already feeling your face burn more and more. “You know which one…or just however you think is… s-suitable for the observation.”

Your answer earns a fond smile.

“You are adorable.”

Ryland clears his throat. “Intercourse,” He begins, “…well the real deal.” attempting to gather what little composure he has left. “This is the actual reproductive act.” His own thoughts have become an absolute mess.

Of course they have.

He’s about to fuck you and he needs to explain it in a very biologically proper way as he do so. That too in front of two alien scientists who are watching with the enthusiasm of graduate students attending a guest lecture.

Without another word, you settle where he asks you to, following his lead. He gently raises your legs, draping them over his own to keep you comfortably in place. The position leaves you spread open all for the two researchers to see and they still have absolutely no idea why humans find any of this embarrassing.

“This part,” Ryland says, stealing a quick glance toward Rocky and Adrian, “isn’t that different from the educational material you already reviewed.”

Both Eridians chirp in agreement.

He lets out a nervous laugh. “So… I guess this is mostly for completeness.” His scientific tone remains remarkably steady, though you catch the tiny stutter that slips into his words. He grabs himself by the base, aligning his cock with your entrance to slowly glide through your folds, coating himself with the slick already waiting for him. “As we’ve already explained, a proper foreplay and preparation make the process considerably more comfortable. To simply say it, the wetter she is…the better.”

“Ry—nhh…i-inside…” An impatient whine slips past your lips as you instinctively buck your hips forward, trying to coax him to push in.

Ryland only chuckles under his breath.

“Patience, My Love…” He murmurs, tightening his arm around your waist just enough to keep you still. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, lingering there for a moment before smiling against your hair. He then continues his explanation.

“It’ll still feel snug, just not uncomfortably tight. She is relaxed and that makes it easier for her to r-receive…me.” He swallows. “…easier for me to slide in, because the body naturally provides lubrication.”

You know him well enough to hear the cracks beginning to form beneath the composed explanation.

He’s losing the battle with his own desire.

The two of you are trying.

Desperately trying.

Holding back so much, to present this like a proper, respectable scientific demonstration. Instead of whatever exploration this has become. Fighting every urge to just go rabbits at each other the way you usually do, where the second you’re alone together, any remaining dignity gets launched straight out the nearest airlock.

None of this is normal.

Both you and Ryland are doing your absolute best to pretend that it is. As if any of this could possibly be considered ordinary.

It isn’t.

And somehow, that’s exactly what makes the whole situation feel so ridiculously exciting.

With one smooth push, he is in.

“Ry!” You yelp helplessly, as if he hadn’t been inside you for months instead of less than twenty-four hours.

“I know…I-I know, Lovey.”

His hand smooths over your hips in slow, reassuring strokes, seemingly meant to calm you down. But the shaky breath that follows, gives him away almost immediately.

He’s just as much trying to calm himself.

Slowly, he starts moving his hips, pulling back just enough to settle right back in.

The drive is just crazy, it’s almost comical how impossible it is to keep your hands off each other, or maybe you’re just a little too sexually compatible.

It doesn’t help that life on Erid is alarmingly peaceful.

No emails.

No jobs.

No bills.

No taxes.

Just the two of you, hopelessly in love, with far too much free time on your hands. The odds were never in your favor.

He pauses, catching his breath. “I—… I need a second.” The groan that leaves Ryland borders on feral as he buries his face against your shoulder, huffing and puffing, trying to collect himself to continue his very serious, very scientific lecture.

Rocky tilts his carapace. “Grace respiratory efficiency decreased.”

“I’m aware.”

“Teaching quality also decreased.”

“…T-thanks.” He chokes out.

“She just—feels good…” He admits with a shaky laugh. “…Too good.” Every word comes out as heavy as the roll of his hips. Pumping in and out of you in deep slow thrust, the measured pace lasting around two seconds before he starts ramming into you.

You? you’re gone, stupidly moaning and babbling his name at every sweet graze of his length, you’re no longer capable of forming words.

One of his arms remains securely wrapped around your waist, holding you close, while his other hand drifts upward to fondle on your breast.

“The breasts…” Ryland manages between uneven breaths. “Their primary biological purpose is lactation, b-but…” He swallows “…like the clitoris, the nipples also contain numerous sensory nerve endings. Stimulating them during intimacy can… increase pleasure.”

You gasp loudly when he tugs on them between his fingers, sending shivers through your whole body.

“Y-yes!…please~”

Ryland’s composure cracks into a dazed lovestruck smile. “You’re so pretty hmmm…” He practically whines out the words. “So, s-so pretty Lovey…you’re so pretty.”

The admiration in his voice is so genuine it makes your heart squeeze.

Rapid clicking.

“Grace deviates from lecture.”

Ryland grunts. “I know.”

“Compliment unnecessary for scientific accuracy.”

“It is for me.”

“…Fuck.” He lets out another helpless laugh. “They’re so pretty...” He can’t resist giving them a teasing little bounce.

“Everything…e-everything about you is so pretty My Love.”

Adrian’s claws never stop moving. “Grace repeatedly interrupts explanations to compliment My Love.”

Rocky clicks. “Pattern consistent.”

“Can we not… not put that in the paper?”

“Already documented.”

Ryland groans.

The hand on your waist travels down between your legs, back to circle your clit. “And…” He says, pausing to steady his breathing as he feels you clenching harder immediately from the stimulation. “…since pleasure is the goal for us,” Another shaky inhale. “Again, the special little button.” By the end of the sentence, even Ryland sounds unconvinced that he’s still giving a demonstration.

“Fuck—that’s it!” He groans out. “I—I can’t anymore.”

His face disappears into the crook of your neck, muffling another helpless sound as he sucks at your skin, hard enough to leave an obvious mark. “I’ve explained…all that I can.” He forces himself to look towards the two Eridians, his eyes glassy with the strain of holding himself together. “I want to f-focus… on her.” Another shaky breath escapes him. “Just… save your questions for later...”

“Please.”

It’s almost funny. How he is begging them like they force him to keep talking.

A chorus of giggly chirps answers him, clearly amused by how thoroughly the great Ryland Grace has fallen apart.

Rocky clicks triumphantly. “Observation concluded.”

Adrian immediately follows.

“Reason, Grace no longer capable of coherent explanation.”

“Both of you…” Another breath catches in his throat. “…are absolutely paying us back for this.”

“Not a problem,” Adrian replies without hesitation. “Adrian and Rocky will compensate Grace and My Love appropriately.” Followed with another round of cheerful clicks.

Neither Eridian realizes they’re teasing him.

Which somehow makes it even worse.

His thrust grew more and more erratic, growing closer and closer from how you’re clamping mercilessly on him. Every ounce of composure he’d been clinging to, slips through his fingers.

“I wish…” His voice catches, and the confession escapes before he can stop it, “wish I could b-breed you like they said.” He shuts his eyes for a moment, as if he immediately regrets saying it aloud.

He swiftly flips both of your bodies, pinning you down against the bed as he snaps his hips harder. “…Wish I could fuck you full of my cum.” One admission becomes another. “You’d look perfect carrying my babies…all swollen and pretty.” The impossible dreams he’d kept buried slips free before he can stop himself, before he can think better of it.

“W-want too…Ry! hnnngh—” You breathe, the words breaking apart between uneven breaths. To your own embarrassment, you can feel tears gathering in your eyes. “want y-your babies~”

It feels ridiculous to be on the verge of crying now, of all moments. But the longing beneath his words reaches somewhere far deeper than either of you expected.

“You’d be beautiful…I know you would,” His voice trembles, laced with wonder and heartache. “I wish we could have a family.”

The words force both of your breaking points.

Your body convulses under him, crying out his name as you milk everything he got in him. He buries his face against your neck, making you catch even the littlest desperate sound out of him as he spurts ropes of white cums into the condom, clinging to you like you’re the only thing anchoring him. Your face pressing against the mattress, muffling the sounds of you falling apart.

The tears finally spill off your eyes, not from sadness. But the overwhelming ache of loving someone so much that, for one fleeting moment, the impossible feels close enough to touch.

Ryland peppers open-mouthed kisses along your neck before trailing them slowly down your spine, every lingering kiss meant to soothe you through the last waves of your high as he carefully pulls out of you. He drops his body beside you, pulling you in his embrace.

“Such a good girl..” He whispers, “Always did so well for me Lovey.” pressing a tender kiss so lovingly on your cheek. “I love you…”

His soft kisses continues all over your face, brushing away the tears clinging on your lashes before gently fixing the hair that’s sticking on your forehead. Simply holding you close until your breathing gradually evens out beneath his embrace. Only once he’s certain you’ve settled does he finally lift his gaze to the two Eridians.

“You…” He clears his throat, still sounding delightfully wrecked. “Both of you.”

Rocky and Adrian perk up immediately.

“There’s a procedure back on Earth called a vasectomy.” He gestures vaguely, his thoughts clearly still scrambled. “If you can recreate something similar…”

You don’t quite catch where he’s going, your mind still floating somewhere in the haze of your high.

He doesn’t even hesitate. “I just— I really need to be able to finish inside her.”

“…Yes…” You answer absentmindedly, before your own words register, heat immediately rushing to your face.

“If you can figure out a permanent contraceptive, anything that makes me sterile, please…” He lets out a tired laugh. “yeah…forget the payment talk, just give me that.”

Rocky responds with a rapid burst of amused chitters. “Grace exceptionally desperate.”

Another click.

“Grace wants permanent solution because Grace leaks too much.” Rocky chirps.

“Leaky space blob.”

Ryland groans, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder.

“…I walked right into that one.”

Rocky chirps triumphantly while Adrian quietly adds another line to the growing stack of observations, sounding almost pleased with themself.

“Conclusion,” Adrian chirps. “Grace requests sterilization to increase mating frequency.”

Ryland lets out the longest, most defeated sigh of the day.

“…That is, unfortunately, an accurate conclusion.”

afterwords: I AM SO IN LOVE WITH HOW IN LOVE ROCKY IS WITH ADRIAN ughhhhhh…

i just hope this doesn’t freak you guys out, i think it’s so funny and hot at the same time, AND YEAH IDK RYRY FELT SO ASSERTIVE AND SASSY, I JUST CAN’T STOP WRITING HIM AS A SOFT DOM, I WANNA DO THINGS FOR HIM…ANYTHING, woof woof~

English isn't my first language, so there might be a few awkward phrases or grammar mistakes here and there. If you spot any mistakes, feedback is always appreciated.