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Though, even when they were alone with each-other, they were awkward, quiet, and stand-offish. You couldn’t help but feel guilty, and like it was your fault.

Your interactions with Ryland turned awkward in the six days of no physical contact. He wanted it, he knew he needed it, but he was way too scared to ask verbally. And his subtle hints were dismissed, you’re not sure why you ignored his tiny brushes or subtle lean ins.

Maybe it’s just because you felt bad. Not just for him, but for Simon.

He’d been blatantly staying out of your way, probably embarrassed from having been caught masturbating into your panties, which he now somewhat regrets. He’s glad you were into it but… nothing has come out of it since. So the initial adrenaline and stamina has slowly shifted to embarrassment and shyness around you.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, Simon and Ryland had been arguing. You weren’t sure how long this had been going on for, they did it behind your back. You only found out because you were about to go into the lab, and hid behind the doorframe the moment you heard yelling.

Simon’s voice was the first you heard, loud and rough, a slight growl in his tone. “Don’t act like I don’t see you trying to hold hands with her and kiss her and shit!”

Oh no.

Ryland retorted with an obviously shaking tone, “You completely avoid her! And yet I’ve seen her panties in your laundry pile, so what the hell is that about!?”

Shit.

None of them are explaining themselves, but they keep testing the waters. Seeing what they can call out the other for. Seeing what they can reveal.

You can’t tell if they’re arguing over you, or about you. If they’re jealous of each-other or jealous of you.

Rocky comes out, he was hiding behind a corner too. He quietly rolls over to the other side of the doorframe, both of you are hiding now.

He gestures to you with a slight wave of his claw, like he wants you to follow, but he knows you have to be quiet.

You don’t really want to hear any more of this arguing, so you decide to follow Rocky, the only person who’s not arguing on this ship at the moment.

Rocky leads you to the bedroom, you shut the door of the dormitory and start talking, “How long has this been going on?” You ask with obvious worry in your tone, you try to stay somewhat quiet.

“Too long.” Rocky states, shifting from side to side in annoyance. “Rocky is very tired of it. Rocky cannot sleep because they argue so loud.”

You grimace, how long have you not noticed? You can’t help but feel guilty, especially because they’ve been doing this in front of Rocky.

Rocky talks over your silence, “Rocky have solution. Doctor, Simon, and Grace need to…” He rocks back and forth, trying to find the human word for it, “Mate.”

You choke, and he keeps talking. “Rocky knows that Doctor has been intimate with Grace and Simon. Simon and Grace like each other, question?”

You stutter slightly in your words, “I… I think so.” 

“Rocky solution.” He rumbles around, you shudder uncomfortably. “Doctor gets Simon and Grace to mate so they are no longer uncomfortable.”

“That’s easier said than done.”

“They both want it.” Rocky states. “They just need persuasion.”

Persuasion.

You think you understand what Rocky is… trying to say. With the limited vocabulary you know he has. Ryland definitely hasn’t taught him certain words like sex.

Rocky decides to leave, and go off to God knows where just to leave you to consider your options. And you have a feeling he doesn’t plan on coming back until someone—you, hopefully—tells him it’s okay to.

You stand up, following him out after thinking afterwards. You head to the laboratory where Simon and Dr. Grace are, surprisingly, still arguing.

Though you make your presence a lot more obvious this time, walking through the door with heavy footsteps, catching them mid insult. You had no clue what the hell was even going on, what they were saying, but it was obviously getting heated.

Both their hairs were messy from fingers being run through it, you could see a prominent aggravated vein in Simon’s neck and you could see the blatant shade of pink Dr. Grace was turning.

“Both of you.” You didn’t have to say those words to get their attention, but you figured it was necessary, “Bedroom. Now.” You turned away, storming off to the dormitory.

You had no clue if they were gonna follow you, at first it was false confidence, but you heard scurried and shuffled footsteps behind you. It was hesitant, and it took them a while to follow after you.

But they did.

Maybe Rocky was right.

Walking into the dorms, you close the door behind them. Making sure you lock it. They’re both pretty frazzled, probably still shocked that they got caught arguing by you. Dr. Grace is fiddling with his fingertips and looking at you for some sort of guidance.

You walk over to the bed, sitting down at the edge of it, they come closer until you put your hand up.

“Stay.”

Simon starts to argue with you, “What the hell is this about Doct-“

“I said stay.”

He stutters, closing his mouth. Holy shit, you honestly can’t believe this is working. Inside your heart is working loudly, your arms are shaking ever so slightly. They can’t say anything, because not only are you in charge, but they’re shaking too.

You think of what to say next. They’re both standing, next to each other, you can almost see electricity between them from how heated their tension is.

“Strip.”

They both let out chokes and unsure noises in shock, Ryland almost starts protesting but Simon gets right to work. You add, “Keep your underwear on.” because you have a feeling Simon is willing to go the entire way right now.

Dr. Grace is a lot more doubtful, watching Simon thoughtfully while he takes off a borrowed t-shirt and tosses it to the side. He slowly unbuckles his pants and lowers them fully. His gray boxers don’t do much to hide his boner.

You don’t know if that boner happened just now or when they were arguing, but with how fast it made itself known you’re willing to bet it happened when they were fighting.

And Dr. Grace is staring at it.

“Grace.” You click your tongue at him, like he’s a dog. Simon glances over at him, catching his stare. He doesn’t react to it, but he definitely sees.

He nods. “Sorry.” He whispers, lifting his shirt over his head, and taking off his slacks. He does it with a lot more uncertainty than Simon did, probably because he’s more embarrassed of…

“Nice boxers.” Simon grins at them.

Space themed boxers, with planets and stars on them. Yeah, no wonder he hesitated.

“Shut up.” He glares at Simon, and his dick.

Dr. Grace isn’t doing much to hide his own boner. Even if the space boxers distract anyone who looks from it, they’re both extremely hard.

You cross your legs over another, they half expect you to strip as well, but you don’t. They haven’t earned that from you yet, no, not at all.

“Why were you two arguing?” You ask, looking at them as if they weren’t almost naked in-front of you.

Neither of them reply first. And you raise your eyebrows at Dr. Grace.

“Uhm.” He starts. “I- it was over something stupid.”

“Yeah.” Simon adds. “Nothing you should be worried about.”

You squint at them, at them ever so obviously lying to your face. 

“One more time. Why were you two arguing.” You cross your arms. Neither of them want to reply. You can see Rylands cock twitching in his boxers from the tension.

“Was it over me?” You tilt your head at them, and they both have visceral reactions to it. A hitch of the breath, a flinch. “Or was it over each other?"

Simon rubs his face. “That’s ridiculous. Both of that- that’s insane, right, Ryland?”

Ryland nods. “Mhm. We weren’t arguing over either of those thi-“

“Why are you both so fucking hard then? Why did you cum in your pants from the idea of Simon seeing us dry hump, Ryland?” Dr. Grace shudders, a soft noise coming out his mouth. “Why did the arguing start after I did shit with the both of you? The only explanation is that you guys are jealous.”

They go quiet.

They’re.. embarrassed. 

You got your answer though. It’s written all over their faces. On Simon's teeth between his lips, his gaze focused on the walls. At Rylands hand covering his face, the visible shudder in his hands.

“Come here.” You say. Patting the spots next to you.

They hesitantly walk over to you. Their weights shift the bed softly. Simon carries himself with heavy weight, Ryland carries himself with more unsureness\, but they’re both considerably fit people. 

Simon’s bicep graces you, he flinches and you even hear him mumble an apology. Like he hasn’t jerked off in your panties. Ryland’s hands are over his underwear, trying to hide the obvious precum that’s starting to show through, right on planet Saturn.

You lean over, slowly. Grace’s eyes flutter at you leaning, he even backs up, thinking he needs to make space for you. It takes him a moment to register that you want to kiss him. Even when you were grinding on his lap you didn’t really do that. 

His mouth opens for you, lips slightly parting. It’s uncertain, his breath falters into your mouth as your lips close around him. They part ever so slightly, you can hear a noise come out as your hand lifts to tighten your fingers around his hair.

He leans in, he’s so hesitant. So scared. His hand finds your hip, he didn’t think he’d get a chance like this again. His kiss is soft and tender, and he falters when your tongue finds his mouth, unknowing what to do with it.

His tongue brushes against yours, he whimpers softly into your mouth at the new experience. For someone who went to college he’s a very shy kisser, but you don’t mind. He was probably a nerd considering he majored in molecular biology.

Your hand moves from the back of his head to the side of his face, tilting his head as you continue to makeout with him.

You pull away with a soft bite of his bottom lip, and he chases you for a moment before realizing you really are pulling off. And, oh, the sound he makes, a soft, a disappointed whine.

You turn your head around, looking at Simon who’s grown even harder than he originally was. He adjusts his position to better face you on the bed, knowing that his mouth is next for you to press up on.

And it’s clear that he didn’t mind watching you makeout with Dr. Grace, no, not at all. In fact, it’s clear he enjoyed watching it. Maybe he was thinking of what his lips would feel like on either of your faces. And truthfully, if you’re being honest with yourself, you find that extremely attractive.

You put your hand on his chest and he can’t help but sit up slightly, leaning towards you in anticipation. His hand stays close to his side, knuckles almost white from how much pressure he’s gripping the sheet with.

You press your mouth against his, his facial hair is a lot more grown out than Dr. Grace’s, who tries to keep it somewhat trimmed. Your lips press against his softly though, he pants into your mouth.

He’s really putting his all into this kiss, his shoulders shift and his back arches forward as you run your tongue across his lip softly. His kiss is a lot louder, surprisingly, you would’ve figured that Dr. Grace would be the louder one when it came to kissing. 

He brings the arm that’s not gripping the bed up to your face, holding your jaw as he gradually becomes sloppier with the kiss. You can see his cock visibly twitch in his plain boxers and it does nothing to help the heat pooling in your own core.

He leans forward so much that you can practically feel your back pressing against Dr. Grace’s chest, who hasn’t thought to back up. He still has a bit of saliva on his chin from where you kissed him just as passionately, and he’s watching you kiss Simon with such awe.

With a soft peck finishing your makeout with Simon, you pull away. He does the same thing as Grace, chasing your lips before realizing it was fully over. The two men had a somewhat puzzled expression, wondering what happens next in this scenario.

You’ve come to the conclusion that these men haven’t acted on their attraction for each other, you don’t think they’ve even admitted to it. You’d think Simon would, he seems like the more dominant one between them. 

You, however, know Simon well enough that you realize he won’t say anything to Grace. And Ryland definitely won’t say anything to him. You’re sure that Simon has touched himself in Ryland’s boxers and you’re sure Ryland has thought of Simon on top of him. Or maybe him on top of Simon?

You’re just theorizing, you weren’t one to look at two men that way, but being presented with these opportunities has only made your mind wander so much. 

You cross your legs, looking at the both of them. You stretch your neck out slightly, pulling your shoulders back to reveal the curve between your neck and shoulder blades, the crooks where Ryland’s forehead rested a few nights ago when you were grinding on him.

Both of them seem to get your implications at the same time, and they may have even shot each other a look. You feel their hands pushing your hair aside, Ryland’s hands are shaking against your flesh, and so are Simon’s.

You feel Ryland first, his glasses clash against your skin slightly, but it’s not painful, no. His lips hesitantly kiss your neck, you can feel how unsure he is in it. Simon follows, the rough texture of his beard pushing up against you as he takes your neck with more pride than Ryland does.

You can’t help but smile as the two vigorously begin making out with your nape, their noses and mouths only separated by you in-between them. They push up into you, your body shifts with each suckle of Ryland’s lips and brush of Simon’s tongue. 

You shift your head slightly, leaning your jaw on the side of Grace’s forehead, tilting into his affectionate kiss, which earns you a slight gasp of held-in air from his lips. You turn the other direction to coo against Simon’s hair as he works a hickey on the side of your neck.

The more you shift your head side to side, the more they follow. Ryland lifts his head first to affectionately kiss your jaw, it’s fearful, you can see his eyes peek open to judge your reaction, and in the brief moment of eye contact you give him a loose smile to show your affection.

He shifts his thighs a bit to hide the precum that’s starting to make itself noticeable in his underwear.  

Simon follows his direction, after he leaves a mark on your neck he lifts his face up, pushing himself up on the bed to better reach you, and kisses your jaw and the side of your face as well. Normally, makeout sessions are limited to the neck and the mouth, but this is a situation where both of these men have held everything in for so long, you don’t think they care what they kiss.

As long as their mouths are on you.

You decide to test the waters a bit, you bring your hands up to hold both of their faces. You open your mouth and catch Ryland’s tongue slightly as you bring the both of them ever so close into the middle. Your touch isn’t forceful, it’s guiding and suggestive. If they wanted to keep kissing your jaw and your cheek, they could’ve.

But both of them follow your guidance, lips mostly hitting the corner of your mouth, tongues only occasionally interlocking with yours, wetness mostly coating your chin and philtrum. 

The two of them awkwardly catch each other's lips, rough facial hair obvious in comparison to your soft skin. They immediately pull away, all the progress of slowly pushing them together reversed by one slight touch of chins.

Simon seems a bit caught off guard but he definitely isn’t turned off by the contact, his mouth remains somewhat open as his attention is fully focused on Ryland, who’s a nervous wreck at the contact.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that…” He wipes some saliva off his chin, he’s unclear if it’s his, yours, or Simon’s at this point. 

The two of them laugh awkwardly as they shuffle their positions, Ryland putting one of his knees on the bed while the other hangs off of it. His arm goes in between his legs to hide his own obvious signs of pleasure. 

You laugh with them, breaking the tension that temporarily removed you from their line of sight. You grab their faces again, looking at both of their eyes for some sort of confirmation, and gradually bring them both to your face again to resume where you three left off.

You bring them to your lips, not the corner or your jaw, but your lips. You kiss them, you don’t have a specific aim, but you simply kiss them and they kiss back. Now, they don’t care about who brushes up against who. 

They can feel each other’s facial hair, the different noses that grace their cheeks occasionally. They’ve made an unspoken connection that it’s okay, that it’s going to happen if they’re gonna do this. 

Your hands come up to grab both their faces as you make out with them, feeling the different ways their lips and tongues dance with yours, how hesitant and whiney Ryland is in-between gasps and how sloppy and desperate Simon is. 

Your hands run down to the backs of their necks, which earns you a soft moan and flinch from Ryland, and almost no reaction from Simon, who’s too focused on eating your face.

Ryland moves down to kiss your neck passionately, your lips awakening something nervous in him, anytime he peeked his eyes open from behind his glasses he’d see your face and it’d simply make him too anxious right now. He sucks on your neck hungrily though, building the courage to move back up to your face. 

In the opportunity your hands cup Simon’s face, you kiss him tenderly and properly in the mix of everyone. He kisses you like he’s been dying for Ryland to get out the way, he grunts and his hand moves to your thigh, not in any implications, but to simply steady himself.

As Ryland eats your neck, you move to cup his face, turning your head slightly as Simon begins to move down to the nape of your neck, licking and kissing a spot underneath your ear. You turn your head to give him the room and to also push your lips against Grace.

You grab his face quickly and briefly, everything seems to be happening so fast compared to earlier. Your makeout with Ryland individually is brief because your hands find Simon’s face again, and guides him to the very middle.

As your lips catch Simon’s, they catch Ryland’s just as easily. It’s a switch, you can feel Simon's facial hair pressed against you as you catch Grace again, then Simon, then Grace, his glasses cold against the side of your face. Then they catch each other.

And they don’t stop catching each other, because they don’t have anyone else to catch.

You’ve leaned back slowly as you watch the two of them press their lips against each other, still with the same hunger that they’d touched yours previously. With the same consistency of saliva around their tongues. 

And you know that they know. The feeling of strictly manly unshaven hair against their lips is a lot more apparent now that your gentle skin isn’t separating them both.

You can’t help but smile at the way they turn their heads to the side as they kiss one another, noses awkwardly shifting against each-other and teeth catching lips in anxious bites.

Tongues pressing against the corners of their mouths and veins popping in necks from the pure hunger and starvation that they feel for each other's mouths.

They can’t get enough of each other.

They’re both extremely hard during this entire thing as well, Simon is still gripping the bed trying to keep himself from touching his aching cock right now and Ryland is doing the exact same.

“Okay.” You say. Which is enough to break them out of whatever makeout trance they were in. 

You hear the soft break and smack of their lips as they both pull away in surprise at the interruption, and they look down at you, leaning back on the bed.

You shift your thighs slightly, using your elbows to prop yourself up between the two, who are sort of just staring at you. Breathing heavily and avoiding the other’s gaze in silence.

You simply can’t wipe that shit eating grin off your face, it’s impossible. You just accomplished something that neither of them would’ve been able to fully do without, or without a lot more work than needed at least .

And you still wanted in on the fun.

“You’re both hard.”

Ryland brings his hand to his mouth to wipe some saliva. Simon watches, looking back at you, down at his cock, down at Ryland’s cock, back at you.

He clears his throat in Ryland’s silence, “You would be too given… the circumstance.” He waves his hand around.

“Oh, trust me.” You shuffle your thighs again. “I’m really wet right now. I’m loving this.” You sit up fully again, breaking the space between the two. You grab Simon’s face, kissing him softly, you look back at Ryland.

He closes his eyes in expectancy for a kiss, but you don’t give him it. “Do you guys want me to stay? Or do you wanna have fun without me?”

Ryland’s the first to speak, he opens his eyes quickly, “No, no. I- right, Simon? We don’t want her to leave, right?”

“God no.” Simon agrees, his hand finds your lower back, it’s a gentle touch, and it’s so light for someone with such burly arms. “No, we need you here, Doc. Who’s gonna guide us?” He asks with a smirk.

You can’t help but feel your face warm, putting your hands in your lap and wiggling your shoulders at the kind words. “Jeez, I didn't think I was that needed here. But you’re right.” Your hand moves from your own lap, to Simon’s thigh. It graces in a spot so, so close to his cock, and the breath leaves his lungs at the touch.

“Who’s gonna guide you both?”

“You, you are.” Simon replies, quickly. Anxiously.

Your hand stays on his thigh for a moment, eying him before leaning back. “Stand up.”

He does, Ryland goes to follow before you place a hand on his thigh. “No, you stay.”

“Okay…” He whimpers softly, biting his lip.

Simon stands up, and he walks over to stand in front of both of you. He’s not sure what to do with his hands, they go to cover his boner instinctively before realizing that’s probably what you both want to see.

He’s obviously very big, you’ve seen his cock before, but Grace hasn’t. He’s blatantly staring at the ginormous dent in Simon’s pants, and it’s only making Simon break eye contact with the both of you.

The outline of his tip can be seen through the thin fabric. He's so hard that the strap of his boxers has lifted a bit, pulling off at the tension of his boner.

You lean over to Ryland, the both of you still looking at Simon as he stands in front of you, like a piece of meat. You whisper in his ear. “Dr. Grace?”

“Yes?” He whispers back, like he has to keep this a secret from Simon.

“Have you seen Simon’s cock?”

His breath hitches, his eyes widen as his gaze is broken momentarily from Simon to your eyes. He looks almost fearful, like the question is an interrogation. But he bites his lip, shaking his head. “No, no I haven’t.”

“Do you want to?” You ask, your fingers dancing over his own boner, and the tip of your index presses against the tip of his cock through his silly boxers. A string of precum follows the connection as you lift your finger back up. 

Ryland’s breath falters and his back arches softly into your touch. “Yes, I do. I do.”

You lean back, sitting up to face Simon again, and you raise your eyebrows at him. You raise them because you know he heard that whole, not-so-silent whispering of conversation.

“Simon.”

He nods, putting his thumbs around his own waistband. It’s slow, he pushes his hips out ever so slightly as he slides the gray boxers down, letting them fall to his ankles after a certain point. His cock bounces softly after being freed from the tense fabric.

And Ryland can’t stop staring at it.

You’ve seen Simon’s cock, obviously, you walked in on him pumping it into your panties. But you won’t deny that he has an insanely attractive sex. Its length is certainly impressive but you think his girth is all the more striking, how thick it is, the veins that throb in it. It’s a very porn-worthy cock, if it weren’t for the situation he were in you’d honestly recommend he make some money off of it.

You turn your head to look at Ryland, whos own cock twitches in his underwear at the sight.

“It’s big, isn’t it?” You whisper against his ear, leaning against his shoulder.

You hear him gulp, literally, you hear him swallow his own saliva down his throat. “Very.”

Your hand runs down Ryland’s leg, rubbing his thigh softly. “He’s so hard, isn’t he?”

“Very.” Grace nods.

“Extremely.” Simon adds.

You smile, you kiss Ryland’s cheek. He doesn’t take his eyes off of Simon’s dick though, he’s in a trance.

You bite his ear softly, and he whines at the overstimulating thoughts in his head right now. 

“Have you sucked dick before?” You place your hand on Ryland’s chin, turning him to look you in the eyes slightly. He seems shocked at your question, his eyebrows raise and his mouth opens slightly. He gives you a dry silence before he works up the courage to even speak.

“N-no. I haven’t.”

“Do you want to?”

He thinks about it. He looks over at Simon, at his dick, at you.

“I think so…”

“We can’t have an ‘I think so,’ Ryland. You either want to or you don’t.” You place your hand on his cheek.

Simon clears his throat. “You don’t gotta. This is a lot, I mean-“

“I want to.” Ryland sighs, the words come out with a rushed breath of air. “I just- I was embarrassed so I said I think so but I really want to, I do.” He brings a hand up to push yours away from his cheek, and rubs it down his face.

You smile, and you hear a soft ‘oh fuck’ leave Simon’s mouth at the admission.

No other words really have to be said, you stand up. Ryland stays sitting, just to see what you’re doing. You walk over to Grace’s bed and take one of his pillows, throwing it on the floor at Simon’s feet. Your hand graces Simon’s shoulders, looking at him.

“You good with this, big guy?”

He nods, biting his lip. “Fuck yeah. This is really hot.”

You turn around where you stand, looking at Grace. “Grace, hun’, get on your knees right here, please.”

He nods, standing up slowly. He looks at Simon in the eyes, looking to see some sort of reaction, maybe hear some words. They’re both silent as Ryland lowers himself, face to face with Simon’s cock. Looking up at the both of you staring down at him.

He looks pretty like this.

The idea of Ryland Grace on his knees in general is a very attractive thought, but this entire situation is extremely beautiful.

Simon’s hand finds itself in Grace’s hair, pushing his bangs out of his face slightly, but they’re so trained that they fall right back into place.

You kiss Simon’s cheek, biting his jaw a bit as you whisper. “Isn’t he pretty like this?”

“Mhm…” Simon utters.

“Tell him that then.”

He lets out a shuddered breath, his hand still in Grace’s hair. Ryland’s hands have found themselves touching Simon’s thigh, bracing slightly. “Ryland you’re… you’re so pretty like this.”

He squirms, looking up at the both of you. “Thank… thank you.”

You walk around, because you can tell that they’re both not sure where to go from here. Simon is too scared to push Ryland, and Ryland seems to be too scared to even touch Simon’s cock.

You lower yourself onto your own knees, behind Grace. He turns his head over his shoulders, anxiously asking, “What’re you doing?”

“Helping you, you’re okay. I’ll talk the both of you through this, okay?”

Grace lets out a relieved sigh, and you can see Simon let out one too by the way his abs move.

You put your hands around Ryland’s waist, rubbing them up and down gently. “Just put your hand at the base of his cock, hold it.” He does. “There we go, like that.”

Simon shudders at the contact, Grace holds his pent up cock into place. 

“Now,” You whisper into his ear, hands traveling down his waist, rubbing the spot above his cock. Fingers running through a soft and subtle happy trail. “Guide his tip to your lips. Just kiss it.”

He shakes as he leans in, looking up at Simon as he kisses the tip lightly. You whisper soft praises into his ear, telling him to kiss the base and the sides, to lick it slightly.

Obviously, this isn’t sucking his dick. You know that, but you also know that Ryland has never done this before. You don’t think he’s even considered this as an option for a while, you’re just working him up to it. You know that. He knows that. Even Simon knows that.

Your hands go under the waistband of Ryland’s boxers, and his breath shudders against Simon’s cock. You feel around, running your hands through the hair he keeps well trimmed, his hands shake softly.

You don’t touch his cock, not yet. It seems like just putting your hands near it would be enough to push him over the edge.

“There we go.” You coo into his ear as he gets into the groove of licking Simon’s cock, a lot more comfortably. Simon lets out light gasps and soft moans. “He’s doing so good, isn’t he, Simon?”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck..” Simon groans, running his hand through Ryland’s hair tenderly.

Your fingers come out of Ryland’s boxers, and he whines for a moment before you put your thumbs around the waistband. Slowly, you lower it to free his cock. It’s longer than you would’ve expected and the girth is pretty impressive too.

You got really lucky ending up on the ship with these two.

You keep whispering into Ryland’s ear. “You think you’re ready to take it, Ryland?”

He bites his lip, leaning back and kissing Simon’s tip. He stares at it for a while, and pushes his glasses up to the top of his head like they’re sunglasses. He nods and lets a soft ‘mhm’ out.

“Mkay.” Your hand finds the tip of Grace’s cock, rubbing your thumb on the precum that’s been pooling. You use that as a slight lubricant to wrap your hand around him from behind and slowly pump him.

“Open your mouth.” You instruct. He does. “Slide his tip into your mouth.”

He follows your instructions, Grace is a smart boy, he could figure out how to suck dick without you in his ear instructing him.

He likes this, he likes being told what to do, he likes the soft praise in his ear that he gets when he follows your instructions right.

The more of Simon’s cock that he manages to get into his mouth, the more Simon groans. “Fuuuuckk…” He forces his eyes shut, fist clenched by his side at the feeling of Grace’s mouth.

Your hands pump Grace a bit faster. “Now go back and forth, here, actually, let me help.”

Your free hand lifts to grab his hair on the back of his head, and you guide his head back and forth on Simon’s cock. He gags a little, not because he’s taking too much, no, you haven’t even pushed him that far yet. He gags at the surprise, but his hands grip Simon’s thigh, holding on as you guide his head back and forth.

Simon bites his lip. “Fuck, look at that, he’s doing so good.” 

You feel Ryland’s cock throb under your hand at Simon’s words. You smile. “I know, right. D’you hear that, Ryland? Simon thinks you’re doing good.”

He nods his head.

“Think you can do it without my hand?”

Ryland nods again, and you take your hand off his head, moving it to stroke his cock with both of your hands.

The stimulation only makes him moan on Simon’s dick, sending vibrations up his spine. Simon shudders. “Holy shit this is so fucking hot.” He spurs out.

His hips falter a bit into Ryland’s mouth, it scares him slightly, you know Simon’s cock is huge, especially for someone who’s never done this. But you shush him in his ear as you run your palm over his tip.

“It’s okay, it’s okay Grace. You can take it. Go on, try to take a little more.”

He hesitates, but he pushes his head down further, getting half of Simon’s cock in his mouth. Tears well at the corner of his eyes, but it’s worth the groan that comes out of Simon’s mouth. He tilts his head back, looking at the ceiling as his hand moves down to the back of Ryland’s head.

He pushes his head subtly, not forceful, just guiding. Grace chokes around his cock anxiously as he slowly takes more of it into his mouth.

“It’s okay.” You purr, pumping his cock faster. His hips buck into your hand. “You got it, you’re taking it just fine.”

Ryland eventually gets used to choking on Simon’s cock as he takes it somewhat faster.

You lean forward, still jerking him off, you look up at Simon, smirking at his wrecked expression. Then you turn your head to Ryland, kissing his neck. “If you can take him all the way to the base, I’ll sit on your face.”

He has to physically stop himself from cumming, because he grabs one of your hands and forces you to stop stroking him at the mere thought, but he nods, and Simon moans.

“Fuck, yes. Yes please.”

You don’t know if Simon is saying yes because he wants to watch you sit on Ryland’s face, or if he wants to feel his whole dick to get buried down Ryland’s throat, but either way he’s getting what he wants.

Ryland picks up the pace, with Simon’s hand still on the back of his head, pushing him closer and closer to the base of his cock. The sounds are dirty, tiny gags from his mouth, Simon’s moans and your praise in Grace’s ear. It’s so, so perverted.

Eventually, Ryland gets his mouth to the base, nose touching Simon’s stomach. He goes to lift his head up but you place it on the back of his head, holding it. “Hold it, c’mon. You got it.”

Simon moans, holding the back of his head with both hands. “Fuck- fuck. I can’t- I’m gonn-“

You grip the back of Ryland’s head, pulling him off of Simon’s cock before he can cum down his throat.

Simon moans and whines at the loss, his orgasm was so close and you just took it from him. He whines. “Fuck- why’d you do that.”

Grace backs up and leans into you, you kiss his forehead softly as he coughs. It was unexpected, you should’ve warned him. You wipe some of the tears from his eyes. “Because we’re not done. That’s why I did that.”

Simon grunts, and you slowly stand up, reaching out for Ryland’s hand, who you lift up. He slowly removes the rest of his boxers from his legs, disregarding them on the floor.

“Go, lay down.” He nods at your instruction. Walking over to the bed and laying down on his back. You look at Simon, who seems unsure. He wants to pump his own cock but honestly doesn’t know if he’s allowed.

He mumbles a shy, “What am I gonna do?”

And you can’t help but giggle at it, you walk over to him, brushing a strand of hair out his face and kissing him softly. “I’ll jerk you off.”

Simon doesn’t seem to be opposed to that idea, because he simply nods with pursed lips. You begin unzipping your pants, before Simon comes up behind you, he doesn’t ask, but he starts helping you.

He kisses the crook of your neck while he does it, even glancing at Ryland on the bed, who has his neck craned up and is touching himself at the sight.

He slowly lowers your pants, helping you step out of them, then slowly takes off your panties. His breath shudders at the sight of how wet you are, because it’s so obvious. He continues kissing your neck, but this time you can practically feel him smiling against you.

You crane your neck to look at him as you step out your panties, he tosses them gingerly to the side. “What’re you smiling about?”

“How turned on you are by this.”

You scoff, kissing him softly on the lips before walking over to the bed, you climb on top of Ryland, he holds onto you wherever he can so you don’t fall before you stabilise yourself.

You hover over his face slightly, and you watch as he admires your core. Simon walks over, standing to the side of the bed as he jerks off to the sight. 

You look down at Rylands face, pushing his hair out his eyes. “Want me to hover or really sit?”

He lifts his arms up to wrap around your thighs, trying to pull you down. He pleads. “Sit, please sit. Put it all on me, I want it so badly.”

You don’t need to be told twice, his arms bring you down fully and you immediately feel his tongue connect with your clit. Fuck, he’s a teacher, a teacher of science. He knows where everything is.

You let out a tiny gasp at how quickly he got to work, tongue running along your slit as he sucks your clit tenderly.

Simon puts his hand on your lower back, guiding you to slightly hump his face. “C’mon, ride his fuckin’ face.”

You like the way Simon’s thinking. You hold onto Ryland’s hair as you slowly grind on his face, you can hear him whimper softly under you. Your clit brushes up against his nose, you can feel his tongue go inside you momentarily.

You keep thrusting on his face, with the help of Simon’s hand. That’s right, fuck. Simon, you need to take care of him too.

You look over, smiling at him and his worked up expression. His hand is wrapped around his own cock, albeit he’s pumping pretty slowly, waiting for your hand to replace it.

Eventually it does, it’s kind of tricky, but as Grace eats you out your hand finds Simon’s cock, he shivers as your hand finally covers around it. You bob your hand against it nicely, smoothly. He leans his head back, groaning. 

“This is amazing.” He sounds.

“I agree.” You say in between moans and strokes.

Ryland would give his two cents if he weren’t so focused on circling his tongue around your clit, trying to keep up as your pussy moves back and forth against his face.

It’s an extremely hot thing to see, to watch. Simon grunts, almost leaning over. 

“Fuck- wait- I’m gonna cum-“ He gasps, half expecting you to stop.

“Go ahead.”

He whimpers as your thumb circles his tip in just the right way, his hips stuttering into your grip and cumming onto your thigh, narrowly missing Ryland’s face.

You continue stroking him for just a few moments before he whines and backs up, which you giggle at.

You feel yourself almost pushing over on Ryland’s face, but you don’t really want to finish yet, so you slow down on grinding on his face. You back up a bit to look down at him, and he’s looking right up at you.

You didn’t even realize how hard he was gripping your legs, you couldn’t get up even if you wanted to (unless you told him to let go, obviously).

Simon quivers as he backs up, wiping sweat off of his forehead. “That was- holy shit. I need a minute.”

You nod, “Go, sit down.” You gesture to a chair that’s facing the bed.

You didn’t intend to cuck Simon, really. But when you turned your head over your shoulder to watch him go sit down in the chair, you caught a glimpse of Ryland’s cock. And god, it was so fucking hard. It was practically twitching.

You knew the ship had condoms but… right now you didn’t really care. Was that bad to say? You were a teacher of children so, you know how important protection is but…

You tap Ryland’s hand on your thigh. “Hey, let go.”

He does, and you back up off of him. You crawl backwards on the bed towards his cock, straddling his waist. He sits up, his facial hair and even the tip of his nose is shiny with your wetness.

“What’re you-“

“Do you wanna fuck me, Dr. Grace?”

Simon chokes as he watches this, neither of them were expecting all of that to come out of this night. But in your mind it’s almost now or never.

Ryland stutters, wiping his mouth and shamelessly licking his lips. “I do- I do but, what about Simon? Should we wait til he’s… y’know?”

You hum, taking Ryland’s cock and lining it up with your entrance, god, his tip is entirely wet with precum.

Simon speaks up. “Yeah, shouldn’t we wait for Simon?”

You giggle, looking over your shoulder. “You can watch.”

You push yourself down on his cock. The combination of you being wet inside (from general arousal and from Grace eating you out like there’s no tomorrow), and the amount of precum on his tip makes it easy to get in.

You turn your head to look down at Ryland, who’s leaning his head back and gritting his teeth. “Crap- oh my god, oh my god you’re so tight.” He grips your thighs, one hand mixing in Simon’s cum.

“Am I?” You giggle, kissing his neck tenderly as you slowly lower yourself all the way down to the base. His cock- it’s definitely huge. It’s really impressive.

“Mhm. Feels so- so good…” Grace whimpers, lifting his head back up, when you pull away from his neck he kisses you tenderly, hands moving up to grab your ass.

You slowly lift your hips up, riding his cock smoothly. You pull away from the kiss to turn your head over your shoulder, watching Simon who’s harder than he’s ever been before. Though, his cock is still sensitive, because he’s just rubbing his thigh, not jerking off.

You turn your head back around to kiss Ryland softly, continuing to bounce and ride on his shaft. Your lips press against his sloppily, his mouth coated in your taste.

In your kiss, Grace moans into your mouth. “I love this- thank you, thank you- crap. Thank you so much.” His hips stutter upwards to meet yours as well. Chasing a high that you knew was coming.

Simon grunts at the sight of Ryland’s hips bucking, he spits on his hand, picking up the pace as he strokes his cock. “He’s about to cum. You can- shit- you can hear it in his voice.”

Ryland whined at Simon's words, now fully and sloppily meeting your hips halfway. “I am- ah- I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum seriously.” He warns you, he can’t control his own hips thrusting inside you.

You place your hands on his shoulders, bracing as you continue riding him. You kiss the corner of his mouth. “Cum inside.”

Ryland whimpers, shaking his head, narrowly missing your kisses. He’s trying to remain rational. “No- no are you crazy? You’ll get… ngh, you’ll get pregnant.”

You shake your head, grinding your hips onto his cock, which earns you a pathetic held back whine. “I don’t care. Really, it could be a- fuck, a scientific miracle, first… first baby in space… or something…” You bite your lip. “First space abortion, I don’t care just- fuck, just cum inside me Ryland.”

Ryland whimpers, but he no longer has it in him to resist. To argue with you. His arms are too weak right now to even try getting you off of him. No, his body is telling him to cum inside. So he does. After a few plaps he moans loudly as fucks himself deep into you roughly. spilling his warm load inside you harshly.

Simon keeps stroking his cock, gasping. “Fuck- I- this is so fucking hot.”

You turn your head over and smile at him, you obviously haven’t finished (though you’ve gotten extremely close), and you feel bad that Simon hasn’t experienced this either. You lift your hand, waving at Simon. “C’mere.”

Ryland shakes his head. “I can’t- I can’t do anything else. Sensitive…” He whimpers, and expects you to send him to the chair to watch Simon make you cum.

You slide Ryland’s cock out of you, you haven’t felt his cum dripping out of you yet, which means he definitely came extremely deep inside you. You shuffle off of him. “Stand up for me.”

He stands up slowly, getting off the bed. Despite his cock being coated in his own cum and your juices, he’s still incredibly hard.

You shuffle on the bed, stretching slightly and getting on your hands and knees. You wiggle your butt a little as you look over your shoulder at Simon, and glancing at Ryland.

You smirk at him, "In front of me, on the bed.” Back at Simon. “You get behind me.”

Simon scurries over to you, getting himself on the bed. His cock is glistening with his own precum and spit from jerking off to the sight earlier. He lines himself up with you. “So fucking pretty.” He grunts. “Thank you, you’re so gorgeous.”

Ryland hesitantly goes over to you, sitting on his knees in front of you with his cock in your face. “Be gentle. It’s really sensitive.” He warns, as you wrap your hand around the base of his cock.

His breath shudders as you slowly push his tip into your mouth, it’s wet and salty with precum, but you push him down to the midway of his shaft. He shudders, and chokes a soft whimper. “Gentle… please, I- I can’t-“

Simon rubs his tip along your slit for a moment, groaning. He forgets that he can slip it inside for a moment, but eventually he does. Earning a soft moan from you around Grace’s dick. He fills you up nicely. 

When he pushes himself fully inside you, you can truly feel how girthy he is. It’s one thing seeing it, but it’s another thing feeling him fill you up and stretch you fully. You gasp softly and he comments, “You’re so fucking tight, shit.”

The deeper Simon’s cock pushes into you, Ryland’s cum begins seeping out of the crevices, Simon’s dick is so big that it’s pushing Grace’s cum out of you, and you can fucking feel it. “Would you look at that…” He gasps softly as he watches.

Ryland whimpers loudly, his arms are shaking, he brings a hand up to cover his mouth. Tears begin to seep down his cheek and he embarrassingly tries to wipe them away.

“I ca- I, I can’t take it…” He whimpers, hyperventilating. “‘s too much, can’t… I can’t…”

“Fucking take it, Ryland. You can do it.” Simon grunts, gritting his teeth.

Rylands moans get louder at that, you hear a quiet ‘okay, okay I can take it’ leave his mouth. Simon smirks and begins to fuck into you a bit more rough, which makes you gag on Ryland’s cock unexpectedly.

Simon’s hand gently feels your ass as he fucks into you, it’s firm, his hand has sublte calluses on it from hard work.

You feel Ryland’s softer hand shakingly grip your hair in-between loud whimpers.

Simon leans his face in, Ryland meets him half way. The two share a loud, messy and sloppy kiss. Simon kisses Ryland through his overstimulation, maybe even licking some tears off his face. When they pull away, Simon looks back down at you.

Simon leans down, right over you. His large arm reaches under you and finds your clit, rather quickly. He rubs his fingers over it, starting gently but eventually circling it rather roughly to get you to the edge,

As he rubs your clit, his hips smack against you a bit harder, because he can tell that he’s found that sweet spot in your pussy by the way you’re moaning around Ryland with tears in your eyes.

Ryland whimpers as you continue sucking his dick, his hips are stuttering, thrusting subtly, but not face fucking you. No, it’s more like little twitches from how overwhelmed he is, because you can see him visibly shaking. “I- ah, I can feel you… mph…h… moaning on me…”

“C’mon, c’mon.” Simon grunts between thrusts and rubs. “You can do it, come on, cum on my cock, I know you- fuck, I know you wanna. Can fuckin’ feel it.”

Ryland moans softly as his hand finds its way running through your hair. “Please cum, please. Plleasse….” He whimpers.

Simon keeps hitting you just right, at a spot no one has ever hit before. They’re both right. You’re close. He rubs your clit thoroughly as he pushes you to the edge. When you finish around his pummeling cock, you finish hard. You moan loudly into Ryland, who whimpers at the sudden vibrations.

Your mind goes blank for a bit as he fucks you through your orgasm, you forget to suck Ryland’s dick, but he doesn’t seem to mind because your moans are keeping his cock twitching.

You only come back to reality when Simon starts pulling out of you, figuring he’d finish by hand. You push your hips back to meet him, keeping him inside of you. Insisting that he keeps fucking you til he cums.

“God- okay, god that’s- that’s attractive.” He nods though, meeting your hips back and fucking you. His pace is a bit rougher, sloppier, he’s no longer focused on trying to make you cum, because you just did. No, he’s trying to make himself finish.

Ryland whines, a soft whimper escaping his throat, tears are falling down his face. He doesn’t care anymore, he just wants to cum through this overstimulation. “I- I, g-ahh, fuck. I’m gonna cum, Simon I’m gonna cum.”

Simon grunts in between heavy thrusts, “I’m not… I’m not far behind you…” he growled, feeling himself tighten in your pussy.

Ryland leans in first over you, and Simon follows. The two of their lips meet as Simon continues fucking into you, and Ryland keeps letting you suck on his cock. They both finish at the same time, which you find extremely satisfying.

You hear Simon moan loudly into Ryland’s whiney mouth as he spills himself inside your pussy, he fucks himself through his orgasm, and Ryland holds your head down gently as he cums down your throat, his hips shaking at the worked-up orgasm.

The two pull out of you relatively at the same time, you feel the mix of their cum drip from your pussy, a small glob that makes you shudder. You managed to swallow all of Ryland’s cum though, and you wiped any drip from your chin.

Both of them watch you sit up on your knees, as you continue to wipe your mouth. You can’t believe that just happened, you’re practically cock drunk right now and your ears are ringing from how hard you just came. You hear Ryland’s voice first, “Are you okay?” He asks, worried, hands placing themselves on your thigh. He also wipes up Simon’s leftover cum while they’re there.

You nod, a soft ‘mhm’ spilling from your throat. You lean back into Simon’s arms.

You feel him kiss the top of your head as you lean back into him, his hands finding your hips. He whispers sweet words into your ear. “You did so good, so fucking good.”

Ryland joins, leaning forward and kissing your cheek. He’s smiling so hard right now, and his eyes are half lidded. “Thank you, so so so much for this.”

You nod sweetly into Ryland’s kiss, grabbing his face and kissing his lips properly. “You’re welcome. Can you get me a uhm… a change of pajamas?” Ryland nods sweetly, pulling away from your face as he gets up.

You giggle and sit up somewhat, looking back at Simon. “Honestly you guys should thank Rocky. He recommended I do this, he got pretty sick of you guys arguing, statement.” 

The two awkwardly look at each other, laughing in shock, like they can’t believe what you just said. Because truly, they can’t, they can’t believe this was Rocky’s idea.

Simon rubs his face, hands through his facial hair. He groans softly. “I guess we really needed this.” He sighs, standing up and finding his gray boxers. He lifts them up over his hips and over his softening cock.

After putting his own boxers on, Ryland finds a comfortable pair of pajamas and hands them to you neatly, along with a clean pair of panties, judging by how wet your other pair got. He smiles softly as you get up and start changing into them.

While you change, so do they. Grabbing their discarded shirts and putting them back on, despite all the wrinkles they’ve acquired from just laying on the floor.  

You watch as the both of them start putting their pants on, and you sit back down on the bed. “Wait, c’mere. Lay with me. I deserve a reward for finally solving your issues.” The two don’t need to be told twice, walking over to the bed in their boxers and t-shirts, how they usually sleep.

Simon crawls in beside you, and Ryland on the other side. It’s a very tight fit, they’re both big guys. But you make it work, because it’s warm, and it’s cozy. Despite the perverted things the three of you just did, it truly just feels like you all really needed this. You can shower and do any of that other stuff when you wake up.

Pulling the sheets over you, your head hit the pillow. It had been a long day, and you were just about ready to collapse when you heard a plaintive knock on your window. You almost felt like ignoring the soft knock, but something in your stomach told you not to go to sleep just yet. 

Sure enough, it was Souya. He had blood drying on his mouth, his tear-streaked eyes desperate and wounded like a puppy’s. You’d have to be a monster not to let him in from the savage cold outside. 

“I’m really sorry y/n,” he whimpered. “I know it’s late.” You shushed him, wiping the tears from his cheeks, ignoring the hot flush rising up on his cheeks. 

Despite the injuries he’d sustained from the gang fight, Souya couldn’t help but relish every moment of his night with you. He loved the gentle way you dabbed cotton buds at his bloody cuts, the way you spooned hot soup into his mouth lovingly, and the little anxious glances you’d shoot him whenever you thought he wasn’t looking. The entire night was spent fixing him up, and you worked tirelessly. 

All he could do was take in your figure as you finally dragged him onto your couch, covering him with warm fluffy blankets before he fell asleep. Though his entire body ached from cuts and bruises where he’d been beaten mercilessly, he felt as if it were all worth it could he just feel your fingers through his hair like this. Souya couldn’t be happier. 

The cold and rainy night where you nursed his injuries and took him in, marked the day where his scary obsession with you began. 

Even though he was now fixed up, you couldn’t find the strength to kick him out of your apartment. He seemed to just make it his home. Not that you complained. He helped with chores, and dinner was always on the table by the time you got home from work. That being said, he didn’t seem to leave you alone. 

Souya wasn’t really a verbal person, you noticed, but his thoughts and feelings came out in his actions. Standing anxiously outside the door while you took a shower, insisting he accompany you everywhere (even if it was just to the mailbox) getting irrationally angry and sulking whenever you mentioned a male friend or colleague (who would mysteriously stop talking to you almost immediately after you mentioned him to Souya) and throwing everything aside to care for you if you ever got sick. 

Truth be told, it was very sweet. But sometimes suffocating, and a little scary. 

Once you woke in the middle of the night to find him completely absorbed in planting soft kisses on your forehead and running his fingers through your hair, and when you got upset and called him out for it he became teary, silencing you. On another occasion when you were cooking something at the stove he stood behind you, enveloping you in a suffocating bear hug and refusing to let go. You couldn’t do much anyways, he had you completely beat in terms of strength. 

Souya’s clinginess got to the point where he’d spam your phone with hundreds of desperate texts and calls a day if you didn’t answer, and it would be even worse if you put your phone on silent.

“Are you sick of me, y/n?” “Did I do something to upset you?”