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He claps his hands together, not unlike Grace when he remembers something or comes up with a good idea. Then- without warning he’s climbing haphazardly on top of you, trying to situate his limbs around your body.

“Woah wait— Rocky—“

“Yes? What problem, question?”

“We- I-“

“Yes?”

“Can we at least go to the bedroom so you don’t knock us over—“

“Oh yes good idea- so Rocky get full experience.”

“That’s not-“ you start but figure it’s too late to disagree with him now as he grabs your hand and leads you to the dormitory…

“This… does not generate pleasure,” he says after a while of examining the position. You’re upright on the bottom bunk, arms hugging yourself tightly as Rocky sits like an overgrown puppy on your lap.

“Well people usually sort of- grind? On each other, too—“

“Like this?” He asks, moving his hips experimentally.

“Mhmm!” You answer way too fast.

“Oohhh Rocky understand now. Stimulates here,” he emphasizes with another tilt of his hips.

“Yeah! Yup—“ your breath hitches as you try to find anywhere else to look other than at your friend in front of you, “you got it Rock.”

“Good, good, good.. Arms supposed to be like that, question?” He chirps.

“No.. they’re usually around the other person…”

Rocky grumbles at you, looking down at where your arms are tucked against yourself then back at your eyes expectantly. With a quiet huff you bring your arms out and place your hands on his hips. He makes a pleased chitter at that, looking proud of himself for picking up on this new bit of human culture so fast.

“Okay. What next?”

“Next??”

“Yes. You say this how things start. What is next?”

“I don’t know— people might talk to each other or um kiss?” You offer.

“Oh. Rocky still does not understand kissing. But will try for ritual completion.”

“Wait Rock you don’t have—“ you’re cut off by his lips forcefully pressing against yours.

For someone who doesn’t understand kissing- he sure was enthusiastic to do so- you think to yourself as you softly return his kiss.

Rocky leans into you, tongue slipping into your mouth at your surprised squeak as you fall back against the cot below.

You definitely did not teach him that.

You’d have to have a chat with Grace after this.. and Mary… damn Stratt giving the Hail Mary internet access.

Then as if he had read your mind, Rocky begins rolling his hips against you— that.. that you did teach him.

eating pussy is probably one of Grace's favorite things to do for you, whether it's to help you wind down or to prepare you to take him; it's a way for him to affirm his love (and obsession...) for you.

Grace is convinced that he eats you out for your own pleasure, and while that does hold some truth, it doesn't paint the entire picture. he gets hard at the sight of you spread open for him, all wet and eager to be sucked and licked and fucked by his tongue.

if you listen past the slick sounds of him eating you out, you can hear his soft "ah, ah, ah" that's perfectly timed with his rhythm. it's how you know that he's far gone and all he can think about is you on his mouth.

it's a very comforting experience for him; to be nestled between your plush thighs, laying down on his tummy while being presented with something meant for him to devour over and over again. after the first few times of eating you out, Grace already knows his way around; how much pressure you like on your clit, how fast or how slow you want it circled with the tip of his tongue or how hard you want him to suck (or nip... he does that sometimes as a little treat for you and himself) on it. Grace is intelligent — it's one of his defining traits. who's to say he won't use that in eating you out?

Grace would hold you down with his hands; he isn't rough (although if you asked him to, he's more than willing to satisfy your request), but his hold is firm enough to keep you anchored and glued to wherever you're laying so he can focus on pleasuring you with his mouth. you'll feel him lovingly feeling you up during the act too: he's groping your ass, ghosting his fingers over your stomach in such a deliciously tantalizing pace that it makes your head spin even more — if he's feeling particularly aggressive that day/night, he'd have his palm splayed firmly just above your pussy, pressing hard as he gorges upon you. his other hand is holding your thigh open and pinning it down so you can't hide from him at all.

Grace knows how to use his teeth, too; never to hurt you, of course; that's the last thing he wants to do — he knows he can drive you crazy and have you squirming and whining when he nibbles on your clit by the slightest feel of his front teeth. he's a bit cheeky in this area. he'll look up and over his glasses at you, slowly lower his mouth as his breath grows hotter and hotter against your cunt, until you finally feel it: the faint yet irresistably tingly sensation of his teeth softly grazing at the nerve endings that's designed to deliver you to ecstasy. Grace interchanges between that and sucking and it has you gripping his hair like a lifeline. fuck this man. literally.

a continuation of his evilness: he loves attaching his mouth to your pussy and just doing whatever he can: prodding at the tight seam of your entrance, laying his tongue flat and licking a broad, sensual path from the bottom up to continue getting a taste of you.

oh and you know Grace uses his nose, too. he knows it's the one thing that sends you spiraling downward faster than anything else, so he incorporates it sparingly. he'd surprise you with it. you'd think he's content with what he's doing, and then it happens; he spreads your pussy with his fingers and he tilts his head at an angle, leaning in to aim the tip of his pretty nose at your swollen clit and nuzzling into it as his tongue laps at you. he loves it because it almost always results in you whining and pushing at his forehead. he doesn't budge though, because he knows you love it.

Grace grows even more relentless and needier when you start getting close. he buries his face in between your legs, whispering hotly into your skin a string of words to coax and beckon you to your release. "cum in my mouth, that's it, that's it... give it to me," he rasps, matching his desperation with your equally rapid ascent.

he drinks up everything you give him like a man dying of thirst. if anything gets on his chin, or on the perimeter of his lips, he's gathering that up on his fingers and licking them clean. you can see it in his eyes: blue yet blown with lust, lidded as he examines your limp, panting form.