Ship : Simon The Convict (Iron Lung) x Ryland Grace (PHM)

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Summary :

Ryland finally builds up courage to let simon touch him.

Or

SIMON GETS TO EAT IT!!!!

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Warnings/included in this : Smut (MLM), Dom! Simon, Sub! Ryland Grace, Transgender Ryland Grace, consensual pussy eating.

A/N : This was on Ao3 before tumblr! Sooooo! I’m using this to learn how to post.

Enjoy!!!

Rylands bottom lip trembled lightly. He rocked back and forth on his heels, and fiddled with the edge of his shirt. Even though the man reassured Simon that he was finally ready, Simon just couldn’t believe that. The man was trembling for fucks sake.

Their relationship had been awkward. While both men spent their time isolated from humanity, Simon’s ‘couple days’ didn’t exactly compare to Ryland’s lonely four years. Even if the man had Rocky by his side, an alien can only do so much.

Rylands relationship with Rocky simply couldn’t fill the void of an actual connection with another human being. He couldn’t touch rocky, nor could he do him.

And even though someone could insist that human contact—that skin to skin contact—didn’t matter? Ryland still wanted it. Eridians had tried to use some of the flesh they had replicated from Ryland to make something sort of human body pillow. The teacher quickly shut them down and told them to focus on making more…”meburgers.” (“But i taste good?” He remembered Ryland saying. To which Simon quickly followed up with a cannibalism accusation.)

Although, Simon can’t exactly call them that. They’re not made of him after all. Though, that still doesn’t change the fact that he doesn’t find it unsettling Ryland’s eating them.

Simon blinks. Finally ‘snapping back’ into the moment. He notices Ryland managed to build up the courage to take his shoes and socks off. So naturally, Simon does the same. Sitting next to the blond man on the edge of the bed.

A beat passes. “…So…” Ryland managed. Oh fudge. Since when was he ever this nervous? Simon’s standing so patiently. He feels as though he should ‘man-up’ and just let the other man jump on him.

It’s not like Ryland is trying to stall on purpose. He was equally—if not more desperate—for this than Simon was. His boxers felt hot, and he knew if he were to stand up, there’d be at least a mildly visible damp spot on his crotch. Ryland shifts. Readjusting himself so his underwear isn’t sticking to him uncomfortably.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to do this..today.” Simon would rather get his arm ripped off again than force Ryland into something. Even if he knew Ryland wanted it. Simon wanted him to be the one to say it. Say that he wants him.

A hand reaches for his. Simon takes it almost immediately. His grip already slightly too tight. Simon was nervous too. It had obviously been a while for either man involved.

“…Gosh.” A gulp echos through the quiet room. The Eridian-made waves crash outside. Providing a comfortable ambiance. “You’ll..really stop if i ask? No matter what?”

Simon looks at Ryland incredulously. Like the teacher had just said that two plus two is seven.

“Of course i would. Wh—Ryland. Look at me.”

The other man barely looks up. But hey, the effort counts.

“I wouldn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable. You know that right?” Simon brushes a strand of hair away from Rylands face. His knuckles brush his cheekbone.

There isn’t a response from Ryland for what feels to be hours. But eventually, he speaks up.

“i know and I really do..trust you. It’s just..it’s been a while. Alright?”

Simon nodded understandingly. Of course the Ryland was anxious. Hell, Simon was too.

That’s why he wanted to be so, so good for Ryland.

He wanted to show Ryland that he could take care of him.

That he didn’t have to worry about his own pleasure being ignored.

And Simon would make sure Ryland would finish at least a hundred times before he even thought about coming once.

Eventually, Ryland can feel himself growing slightly restless. He wants this to happen. He wants Simon. He just can’t build up the courage to initiate anything serious.

So he starts small.

A shaky kiss lands on the corner of Simon’s mouth. Ryland didn’t intend for it to miss, but oh well.

“Simon i..” He hesitates. Oh gosh—oh gosh. What is he doing? He’s had sex before! Yes the last time he ever really made love to someone was when he was in college a bajillion years ago, but it was still sex!

“I want this.” He managed. “i really, really do want this Simon..”

Simon kept his hand on Rylands cheek. He had grabbed it earlier. Softly, when Ryland had missed his mouth. He managed to keep cool externally. Even though he was damn near jumping for joy internally. His heart felt like it could leap through his chest.

He inched forward till his lips barely grazed Rylands. Waiting for confirmation again.

This was familiar territory. They’ve made out before. Ryland nods softly. Closing the gap between them.

The kiss starts out soft. Their mouths moving together as if they were doing a waltz. Rylands hands draped around Simons shoulders. The kiss stayed peaceful, and Simon was letting Ryland control the pace.

Eventually, Ryland managed to kiss a little harder. It wasn’t sloppy, but Simon could obviously feel how anxious he was about the whole thing. He heard a soft groan escape the teacher, and Simon simply couldn’t help himself. He had to indulge. Just a little.

As gentle as he could, Simon pushed his tongue into Rylands mouth. The other man gasped in surprised, but did his best to relax. Rylands hands dig into Simon’s shirt. Gripping onto him for dear life.

Simon can feel him shaking. That’s when he pulls away. Giving Ryland a look.

“Wh..what’s that look for?” The teacher stammered. Looking nervous. He wipes his mouth, smearing saliva across his chin.

Simon swears be felt his dick twitch.

“I don’t think tonights the night, Ry.” If Simon was being honest, Ryland barely seemed ready. He twitched and trembled. Hands fidgeting with every movement. It wasn’t ideal. They couldn’t continue if the man didn’t relax.

However, Simon didn’t seem to expect Ryland to kiss him again. Desperately. Like he didn’t know how to put how bad he wanted this into words.

The kiss is hot. Both men move against each other. Getting rougher. Ryland whimpers into the kiss, accidentally biting Simons tongue, which caused the man to groan loudly.

With a rough-ish push that Simon would apologize for later, Simon had Ryland against the bed. On top of him.

Simon slips a knee between Rylands legs, and oh, does that get the blond going. He’s quick to grind against it. Shakily humping Simons knee.

“Mmhm..” Simon smirks lazily. “That’s a good boy..”

Ryland felt himself get hot. Cheeks flushed. He couldn’t bring himself to muster up a response, so he simply nods. Quickly. As if to say—‘Yes! I’m a good boy!’

He soon feels hands on his hips. Ryland looks up at Simon for the first time in a while. The man is grinding his knee onto Rylands crotch.

Boy does that feel amazing. Oh gosh—has it really been that long? Ryland thinks to himself. Letting a squeak escape him.

That little noise egged Simon on to grind harder. Dragging Ryland’s hips up and down the full length of his thigh, maintaining the friction he knows the man loves. Simon was right where he wanted to be.

Simon swallowed every little gasp and moan that attempted ti escape Ryland lips. One of hands is moving up his face. The other is behind his head. Pulling him into the kiss.

Ryland was doing his best to be very, very good for Simon. But he wanted more.

Not that Ryland was getting bored of kissing. He never could with Simon. That man worked his mouth like it was genuinely another one of Rylands holes. Which it was but—never mind.

Simon seems to get the hint, and moves to kissing and softly nipping at Ryland’s jaw. He trails his kisses down to the crook of his neck, where he finally decides to leave his mark. A massive bite mark.

He hears Ryland moan. Louder than he was with the grinding, which surprised Simon. He’s never heard Ryland this loud before. Not even when he overheard—yes he was being nosy—Ryland masturbating. So this was new.

“You alright, angel?” Simon’s voice vibrates against Rylands neck.

He quickly nods. Giving Simon a soft whine in return.

It took less than five minutes before Ryland was covered in bite marks. Some deeper than others. The one on his left shoulder had drawn blood, and all Ryland could do was moan. He loved it. Loved the feeling of being marked and claimed by someone. Yes, he was Simon’s. He was Simon’s good boy. His angel.

Simon notices Rylands getting a bit distracted. He trails his kisses down to between the mans legs. Just on his pubic mound.

“Nnh—!” Ryland sucks in a breath. Surprised he didn’t notice Simon get down there. He hesitates to open his legs. But Ryland wants to be good. He reminds himself of Simon’s earlier ‘Good boy’ (Which has Ryland melting every time he thinks about it.) So, wanting to be a good boy for his boyfriend, he opens his legs. Slowly.

Simon’s eyes widen.

The wet-spot Simon had pretended to ignore earlier had gotten bigger. Way bigger, actually. Simon couldn’t believe somebody could get that wet. He knew he was good, but not that good!

“..wow.” Is all he says. Ryland immediately looks embarrassed.

“I—what? What’s the matter?” He freaked out a little. I mean, first time a guy was between his legs in years and all that was said was ‘wow.’

Simon blinks a few times before fully responding. “You’ve soaked through.”

“Er—what?”

“The pants. You’ve..fuck. Are you really that wet?”

Ryland must be as red as a tomato.

Of course he’s wet—he’s turned on! Aroused! But he supposes this amount of..slick isn’t normal for your average person.

When he started testosterone, one of the things that had changed was how wet he’d be down there.

To put it simply, before he was on the drier side. If he was having sex or simply getting himself off, lube was definitely needed.

Now? After getting on T? He was constantly wet or sweaty between his legs. Gosh does he remember the way his thighs used to chafe. Now lube—although nice—is needed a bit less.

“It’s normal. For—for me. Normal for me, yes.” He can heat the embarrassment in his voice. Simon is staring, and he doesn’t like it. So Ryland naturally closes his legs.

Simon was quick to open them back up, which caused Ryland to jump.

“What the..—“ He gets ‘rudely’ cut off with a bite to his thigh. Through the fabric of his sweatpants. A shiver of pleasure crawls up his spine. He chose to stay quiet. Or at least, be quieter.

Theres a hand on the waistband of his sweats. It wants to dip down. To take them off. But it seems like it’s waiting for permission. Ryland’s lip trembles as he speaks. “Yeah, uh. Mhm. Go ahead..Simon.”

Another hand joins. Both gently tug his sweats off. Leaving him in his boxers. Simon can see the wetness better. The way the fabric is sticking to Ryland’s thighs. He looks at Ryland again. Pressing a kiss over his cock. Licking him through the fabric. Tasting him the best he could.

“Oh g-gosh—“

Ryland’s head is already feeling fuzzy. He hasn’t even seen Simon’s cock yet! Get a grip Grace!

His boxers slowly get pulled down. Simon’s doing his best to go slow. Even if he wants to rip everything off the awkward man. Unfortunately, Simon could hide his reaction. Not that it was bad, but he did gasp.

Ryland had a pretty cock.

He stared. He watched as slick dripped from Ryland’s hole. Fuck. The man was beautiful. Even in his awkward state, all Simon could think about is wanting to fuck him into tomorrow.

Simon leaves light kisses up and down Rylands inner thighs. Wanting to ease the nervous man into the pleasure he was about to receive. It was cute. Watching the way Ryland twitched and trembled at every soft peck onto his rather muscular thighs.

He lightly trails his fingers over Ryland’s slit, and is delighted to see the way his thighs quiver. The way Ryland’s hips gently buck to chase the touch causes a smile to come onto Simon’s face.

Ryland can feel Simon’s breath against him. Hot, and heavy. He feels flustered.

Finally, his kisses finally land on Rylands cock. He’s experimenting. Seeing how sensitive Ryland really is. His kisses turn into soft sucking.

Simon sucked his cock between his lips, mouth watering at the fact that he finally had Dr. Ryland Grace on his face.

A hand is in his hair, and he fully groans. Looking up at Ryland. “Jesus fucking Christ Ry,”

“Nnh…ah—! Si, Simon,” Ryland damn near pleaded.

‘Guess that’s my sign to keep going.’ Simon thinks smugly. Continuing to suck the handsome man off. Tongue lapping at everything it could reach.

The next time Simon looks up, Ryland’s eyes are glossed over with tears.

He freezes.

“Oh, fuck—shit. Ryland, angel? Are you okay? Baby—“

Responding to Simon doesn’t cross Rylands mind. Not once. He can’t help it. Simon’s tongue is lethal. He’s doing his best to not pull away. The touch felt great—amazing actually— but it was overwhelming. His hand tugs Simon back into him. Face first into his cock, and grinding against his face.

“‘t..feels—Mmh—! Feels..so, ngh, good!” Ryland half-sobs. His body is shaking. Trembling softly. There’s tears running down his cheeks as he cries and grinds.

This is when Simon officially believes he’s in heaven. How did he get here? Pretty boy humping and using his face and he’s just taking it? Can he sign up for this again in like, an hour?

Simon moaned, and Rylands cock twitched in his mouth. He could feel the man get closer and closer.

His tongue swirled around his cock before dipping into his hole. Ryland screamed, causing simon to jump.

Ryland was babbling above him. Going between saying things like: “Yes—yes! ‘M your good..boy, mmh, best boy—“ and “Oh god! Ff-fuck! Don’t stop!”

Did Simon already say he was in heaven? Because he definitely means it now.

“Simon! Si—simon. Please, please—“ Ryland sobbed. If Simon didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought Ryland was dying with the way he’s screaming and crying.

After recovering from the initial shock of Ryland being a screamer, his tongue dipped back into his hole. Trying to swallow everything he could.

Simon’s nails dug into Ryland’s thighs. Leaving crescent shaped marks on the muscle. That was a worry for later.

Ryland’s brain was mush. The only thing he could focus on was the fact that Simon was sucking his cock, and it felt amazing.

Soon, Simon’s tongue prodded one of Ryland’s walls. The texture was different. It felt spongey, and had ridges much like a walnut. The scientists noises increased in volume.

Holy fucking shit.

Ryland gasped. Crying out Simon’s name as he soaked the lower half of his face.

It was unexpected. Grace didn’t have time to warn him that he was even remotely close to coming, much less to squirting.

Soft swallowing could be heard. Ryland propped himself up on his elbows to get a good look at his man.

There Simon was, still doing his best to suck on his cock. Faint slurping noises echoed through the room. The sight made Ryland’s head spin.

“Stt…stop, ah,” Ryland’s thighs twitched closed. Overstimulated. Simon did as he was told. Pulling away.

The bed was soaked. They would surely have to wash the sheets soon. Ryland would force Simon to do it, not wanting to sleep on gross ‘pee-sheets’ (even though Simon had told Ryland that squirting wasn’t fully pee, he still was uneasy about it.)

“Mmh, you did so well for me, angel.” Simon’s voice was barely a whisper. He could Ryland was fully back on Erid. He seemed to have mentally floated off somewhere. So for now, he cleaned up. Gently pulled away from Ryland. He grabs a few towels, and wets them in the bathroom. When he came back, Ryland was sitting up. He was trembling softly. Struggling to stay upright.

It was kind of cute, Simon thought.

“Open your legs for me again, angel.”

“…but—“

“..’m just cleaning you. Okay?”

Ryland softly spreads his legs. Letting Simon clean him up. The touch was gentle. He hissed softly. Sensitive from getting sucked into an alternate universe.

It took a while. The two cleaned the bed first. Changing the sheets and blankets. Then they showered. Relaxing together underneath the warm water.

Finally, cleaned and dressed, the two lay in bed. Ryland laid on Simon’s chest. The bite marks on his neck stung a bit. But it was a reminder that—they’re from simon.

And this was progress.

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“Oh my god! You never came!” Ryland screamed over breakfast. Covering his mouth.

“Mmh, no, I did.” Simon hummed.

“What?”

“Mmhm.”

“Wh—where? When—“

“In my pants.”

“Oh.”

i had to google the engineer's thrum and at first i thought it was a star trek thing because the first search result was a star trek youtube video thing and i was like "fuck im never gonna know this context because i am not planning on watching star trek for context" and then i realized it was an actual song and the background on it took me OUT

because it gives the same vibes as my first college's drinking song

where the seniors were drunk off their asses for the first and last days of classes and ran through the dorm buildings to drag every student out of bed at 6am and we all danced in a circle around the sycamore tree and bellowed the drinking song at the top of our lungs and when you became a junior you got a special junior mug that was the ONLY open top container that was allowed to be considered a closed container so unlike other open top containers, no one was allowed to ask you if the mug had alcohol (that was the rule lmfao). there wasnt any like instrumentals, it was just hollering the song as loud as possible while dancing arm in arm with everyone in a circle around the old sycamore and laughing barefoot in the grass and stealing drinks from your senior friends' mugs

like i still remember that drinking song and i dont even drink and i love hollering it to myself when im feeling nostalgic or particularly wild

anyway

sure why the fuck not XD if i do go the route of rocky is also a deity (in either like he was already a deity that was weakened by astrophage or something or he becomes a deity through grace on purpose/by accident), absolutely. rocky would absolutely be a god of engineering and building and i would also say a god of trust and patience along that