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Simon’s been pissing Ryland off the entire day.
And Ryland thinks at first he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it too, which is the worst part. It started that morning when he’d been sitting at the kitchen table with his tablet laid flat, a pear in his hand, focused on whatever video he was watching. Ryland had just sat down with his coffee cup in both hands, still half asleep, staring off into the middle distance when the sound of Simon’s teeth sinking into the pear drew his focus just in time to watch the juice streak down his arm. Ryland instantly became fully awake when Simon turned his arm in and licked from where the juice ended to where it started, tongue flat to catch every drop. He didn’t even look up from the tablet when he did it, ending his tongue's ascent by biting back into the pear. Ryland’s barely tamed morning wood came back with a vengeance and he had to sit at that table until he could calm himself down again.
Next Simon had walked around the house wearing just a towel while he ‘looked for something’, the shower running. Ryland’s eyes had tracked him around the living room, abandoning finalizing lesson plans for the water cycle unit for the younger pebble class. It was indecent, especially the way the towel was slung low around his hips, showing off the defined v-line and the healthy layer of fat he’d gotten from eating good food at least three times a day on Erid. Oh and he has lower back dimples. It’s so rude to look that good, walk around like that, and have the audacity to act like nothing is wrong. Like he wasn’t the personification of sex. He ended up finding something random and walking back into the bathroom.
Then! He walks around the entire day without a shirt on! AND wearing a pair of Ryland’s old sweatpants, the light blue ones he stopped wearing because they were a little too loose on him. On Simon though? On his thick muscular thighs? They cling. Full definition of the fact that he is clearly not wearing underwear. Ryland has a realization as he watches Simon move around the kitchen, body angled towards him, but not looking at him. Is Simon trying to rile him up? Trying to get him to break? Is this some form of seduction? It’s very much working, but Ryland can’t be sure. Is he really going to have to sit Simon down and ask him point blank if he wants to have sex?
It’s been about a year since Simon came to Erid after getting picked up by an exploratory Eridian ship. He’s settled in nicely thankfully. It was a pretty rough transition before, he was so scared and reserved. Together they were able to bring him out of his shell and get him to smile and laugh and enjoy being alive for the first time ever. They have an easy kind of friendship, one that involves passive touches and platonic cuddling. Of course Ryland wishes for more, he dreams about more, imagines more when he has alone time in his bedroom. Imagines how it would feel to have Simon’s cock railing him from behind or how it would feel to have Ryland’s cock in his mouth. His favorite fantasy, one he comes back to often, is tying Simon’s arm to the bed and just using him.
He’s lost thinking about it right now as Simon stretches on the floor in front of him. The latest antic Simon had come up with was to move the coffee table once Ryland was done with his lesson plan and start doing a series of stretches - still shirtless. He’s in a downward dog position currently, ass facing Ryland. Ryland is hard, like painfully hard, like so hard if he moves his hips even slightly the drag of his jeans against his bulge is going to draw a moan from him. He has to be coming onto him, right? Like this is so out of the realm for what Simon normally does. Simon has a home gym in the upstairs they’d built when Simon arrived on Erid, it’s right next to his bedroom. There’s no reason for him to be doing this down here. The idea that this is how Simon is trying to tell him he wants to have sex also makes him pissed off. What happened to using our words?? To asking for the things we wanted??
“Simon?” Ryland says finally, trying to keep his voice as casual as possible.
“Yeah, Ryland?” Simon moves from his downward dog to sit on his ass, resting back on his hand, legs crossed at the ankles and spread. He’s got an expectant smile on his face, which adds another tick in the ‘Simon wants to Fuck’ collumn.
Ryland thinks about what he wants to say for a moment, going back and forth between just asking him straight up or trying to see if he can get Simon to admit it.
“Is there something you want to ask me?” He settles on, leaning forward, ignoring the press of the fabric on his hard cock.
Simon’s face flushes, obviously not expecting that, “I, uh -”
“Because we talked about asking for the things we want, didn’t we?” Ryland continues, patient, “And it feels like you want something from me.”
“Well, yeah, I . . . uh . . .” Simon stutters, looking away, trying to form words.
“C’mon, sweetheart, go ahead and ask me.” Ryland coaxes when Simon turns back to look at him, making a show of looking at the outline of Simon’s cock, “Seems like you’ve been thinking real hard about something.”
When Simon continues to just sort of stutter, Ryland stands, “I’m going to my room, if you want to join me you’re more than welcome too.”
He starts heading that way and doesn’t miss hearing Simon scramble to stand or his footsteps close behind. It’s a short walk, his bedroom is on the ground floor, and he’s inside before he knows it. He heads to the bed and stands in front of it, turning to see Simon lingering just inside the doorway.
“You can come in, I won’t bite.” Ryland smiles sweetly at him, “Unless you want me too?”
Simon stumbles forward like Ryland tugged on an invisible rope around him, nodding quickly, “Yeah, yeah I want you to bite, angel.”
“C’mere,” Ryland holds out his hand and Simon immediately closes the distance and takes it, looking starry eyed at him, “Can I kiss you?”
Before Simon can finish nodding, Ryland gently tugs him forward and crashes their lips together, using the momentum of pulling on Simon’s arm to wrap it around his waist. Simon clutches at his lower back desperately as Ryland wraps his arms around Simon’s shoulders, deepening the kiss by swiping his tongue across the seam of Simon’s lips. When they part he slips his tongue in, exploring the inside of Simon’s mouth. Simon makes a little noise into his mouth and Ryland bites at his bottom lip in response, delighting in the soft gasp from the dark haired man.
Ryland can feel Simon’s cock pressed against his hip, feel how hard it is. He wants it in his mouth, wants to use it to chase his own pleasure. He’s still a little pissed off at Simon for teasing him like this instead of asking. When he pulls away from the kiss Simon looks at him dazed.
“Gonna ask you a couple questions, think you can answer them for me, sweetheart?” Ryland murmurs against Simon’s lips.
“Yeah, yeah I can answer questions,” Simon breathes, his fingers dipping below the waistband of Ryland’s jeans, trying to touch his skin.
“You wanna fuck?” He asks first, smiling wide at Simon’s reaction, the quickening of the breath, the wide eyes.
“God, fuck yeah I do, angel. Wanna fuck you so bad,” Simon moans softly, grinding his hips against Ryland’s.
Ryland moves his hands from Simon shoulders to his hips, holding them in place, laughing softly when Simon whines slightly from not being able to get the friction he wants, “Hold on, I gotta ask you some more questions.”
Simon nods, biting his bottom lip, “Okay, okay, angel, whatever you want.”
“Do you know what a safe word is?” He asks next, squeezing the muscle and fat of Simon’s hips. It’s so hard for him to keep composed, he wants nothing more than to throw Simon onto the bed and ravage him, but he needs to get this out of the way, needs to make sure Simon is comfortable with everything he has planned. It would kill him if this went bad, if they didn’t get another chance at this because he didn’t do his due diligence.
“Yeah, I know, you say the word and everything stops.” Simon’s lips turn up into a smirk, “You saying you like stuff that needs a safe word, angel?”
“Oh, I plan on tying you to the bed, if you’re comfortable with that.” Ryland knows exactly what he’s doing, holding Simon’s hips tighter in preparation. When the words hit Simon he whines again, hips twitching, trying to satisfy the ache in his cock at the idea of being tied to Ryland’s bed.
“Fuck, yeah want you to tie me up, want you to use me, angel.” Simon breathes, head tilting back, exposing the column of his throat as his eyes close, so desperately horny he can’t help it.
Ryland nips gently at the tender skin in front of his adam’s apple, “Safe word it red. Either of us say red, we both stop okay?”
“Red,” Simon echoes, confirming, “red.”
“Good,” Ryland praises, feeling the shudder run through Simon’s body, “Also want to establish an easy check in. If I’m using your mouth or you can’t talk for some reason, I’ll check in with you if I think you need it. I’ll tap you or something near you that you can see twice, okay? If you’re good, tap back twice, if you need to stop, tap once. Does that make sense?” For emphasis, Ryland brings one hand up from Simon’s hip to curl around his throat, tapping twice on the side of his neck.
Simon taps back twice where his fingers are resting on Ryland’s skin, “Tap twice for good, need to stop once.”
“Such a good boy, listening so well for me,” Ryland’s pushing it a little, he knows, but he’s rewarded with another pretty whine and Simon’s head dropping onto his shoulder, “Think you can do something for me?”
“Anything, anything you want, angel.” Comes his quick reply in between open mouth kisses he’s pressing into Ryland’s shoulder.
“Can you go get your harness?” Ryland’s already thinking about it on Simon, using it as holding points while he rides Simon’s cock. He loves that fucking thing, Simon wears it sometimes and the restraint from not jumping him every time is herculean.
“My harness?” Simon asks, lifting his head, confusion on his face, “Why my harness?”
Ryland gives him a quick kiss before responding, “Because it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and I want to hold onto it while I fuck myself with your cock. Is that okay?”
Simon’s already out the door before he can finish asking if it’s okay, causing Ryland to laugh softly. While he’s gone Ryland busies himself getting prepared, grabbing a bottle of lube and the silken pink rope he’d found on the Hail Mary one day. He’s really not sure what its intended use was for, maybe as a way to get around the zero gravity, but it’s perfect for shibari and tying a certain very hot man to the bed. Ryland slips his shirt and pants off, throwing them towards the laundry pile. He’s hoping to not need them for the rest of the day.
He’s palming his cock through his boxer briefs as Simon quickly walks back in, harness in place, eyes widening when he sees the state of Ryland’s undress.
“Fuck, angel,” Simon breathes, stepping forward and dropping to his knees in front of Ryland, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“So are you, sweetheart,” Ryland smiles, placing his palm on Simon’s cheek, “You want me to use your mouth?”
Simon nods quickly, “Yeah, angel, want you to use me whatever way you want!!”
“Oh? Whatever I want?” Ryland cocks an eyebrow, holding up the pink rope, “Have you ever been tied up before?”
“No . . .” Simon eyes the rope, biting his bottom lip in thought.
“Do you wanna be?” Ryland asks, stroking his thumb over Simon’s cheek softly, “You can say no.”
He hesitates for a moment, obviously thinking it over, but ends up nodding, “Yeah, yeah I wanna be.”
Ryland sinks to the floor in front of him, prepping the length of rope, “So this is called shibari, it’s a form of rope bondage. If you like it, we can explore more complicated knots together, but for right now I’m going to do something simple, okay?”
When Simon nods he starts wrapping the length of rope around Simon’s torso, explaining the process as he goes. First he wraps it once around Simon’s natural waistline, directs it up and wraps it just under his pecs. He brings it up his right shoulder (over the harness), feeds it through the front, and brings it around his left shoulder. He then wraps it around the bicep of Simon’s left arm, gently drawing it closer to his body by feeding it through the ropes around the back of right shoulder a couple times to get it to stay there. From there he wraps it around Simon’s right bicep, directs it down his arm, brings it just under the elbow joint, directs it further down, and finally wraps it around his wrist. With the extra length of rope he ties it off through the rope around his natural waist. He checks over his handy work, making sure everything is where it needs to be and snug but not too tight.
He stands and looks over Simon, appreciating the vision in front of him, “Is anything too tight? Does it feel okay?”
“Feels really good, actually.” Simon looks down at it, tests the hold the rope has on his arms, “But I can’t touch you now.”
“I know,” Ryland teases, putting his hand back on Simon’s cheek, “You ready for me to use you, sweetheart?”
Simon nods, nuzzling his cheek into Ryland’s palm, “Fuck yes, angel.”
“Open your mouth then.” Ryland moves his thumb to the corner of Simon’s mouth, digging the digit in a bit to slip between his lips and start to pry his jaw open. Simon opens it the rest of the way, sticking his tongue out, “Good boy.”
The edges of Simon’s lips turn up in a smile but he keeps his mouth open. Ryland tugs off his boxers, letting them drop to the floor, sighing as his aching cock hits the open air. Simon watches the descent of the boxers until Ryland’s cock is free, and then stares at his cock, a hungry look in his eyes. Ryland realizes with a thrill that Simon wants to suck his cock really fucking bad.
Ryland strokes his cock slowly, staring down at Simon with a smile, “The amount of times I’ve thought of you just like this, on your knees for me, wanting my cock in your mouth. Thought it would stay a fantasy, but here you are, so ready for me, wanting it so bad. You ready for my cock, sweetheart?”
When Simon nods again Ryland sets his cock on Simon’s tongue, moaning softly at the feeling. Part of him thinks this is a dream, that he somehow fell asleep on the couch while Simon was stretching and his brain picked up on the horny thread. But as he presses further into Simon’s mouth, the heat of it, the way his spit slicks up his cock, the sound Simon makes as he fully bottoms out in his throat, he knows it’s not a dream, it feels too real.
He holds Simon’s jaw in place as he starts to gently fuck into his mouth, closing his eyes at the feeling. Fuck it felt so good, the drag of Simon’s tongue on his cock. Simon closes his lips around Ryland’s cock and concaves his cheeks, looking up at Ryland with his big brown eyes, asking if he’s doing good. He is - Simon’s doing so, so good.
“Fuck, sweetheart, your mouth feels so good. You know, you really frustrated me today. Dunno why you didn’t just use your words,” Ryland sighs, moving his hand from Simon’s jaw to his hair, running his fingers through it and getting them tangled, “Coulda been fucking all day if you’d just asked me.”
Simon whines around Ryland’s cock. Ryland continues, thrusting a bit harsher with his next words as he holds Simon’s head in place by his hair, “Instead, I’m just gonna use your cock as my personal dildo, and if you’re a good boy I’ll even let you cum in me.”
The moan that comes out of Simon is intoxicating. Ryland taps twice on his head, equal parts testing and checking. He realizes a little belatedly that Simon’s hand is tied to his side, but Simon exaggeratingly blinks twice at him and Ryland smiles wide, “So smart, you’re so smart sweetheart.”
Ryland fucks in and out of Simon’s mouth a few more strokes before pulling out and taking a step back. He’ll cum down Simon’s throat another time, right now he wants Simon’s cock inside him. Besides, it’ll be a nice bonus to see his cum shoot across the ropes tied around Simon. Simon’s panting softly, drool leaking out of the side of his mouth. Ryland grabs his discarded boxers and cleans it for him.
“Gonna help you stand, pretty boy.” Ryland glides his hands over the ropes around Simon’s torso reverently, “Need you on the bed, okay?”
Simon nods, bracing himself. Ryland helps him stand, and once he is Ryland quickly pulls down the sweatpants, mouth watering at the size of Simon’s cock. It’s going to stretch him so fucking nicely, it’s even bigger than his toys. He’ll have to work himself down it slowly or spend some time opening himself up beforehand. He doesn’t know if he has the patience for his fingers though, not when Simon’s cock looks like that.
He wraps his hand around Simon’s cock and squeezes gently, delighting in the gasp that’s elicited from his touch, “Oh, have you been waiting for me to touch your cock, sweetheart?”
Simon nods quickly, “Yeah angel, dreamed about it last night, dreamed about your hand on me, your mouth on me, my cock in your ass.”
“I see,” Ryland squeezes again, smirking, “You had a wet dream about me and that’s why you started slutting around the house instead of talking to me?”
“Didn’t know how to ask, was afraid you’d say no,” Simon moans softly, “Thought if I could make you jump me it would all work out.”
“And now you’re tied up in my room getting used like my personal toy. You happy with your decisions?” Ryland asks, letting go of Simon’s cock and pushing him down onto his bed.
“Fuck yes!” Simon’s smile is wide and adoring, his cock twitching as Ryland crawls over up towards him, bracketing Simon’s hips with his thighs.
Ryland laughs softly and grabs the bottle of lube, coating Simon’s cock generously with it. He’s decided he’s going to slowly work himself down it, it’ll be a lot more fun for both of them. And by fun he’s excited for the burning stretch, and he knows the slow pace is going to drive Simon crazy. He lines Simon’s cock up so it’s pressing against his entrance, “Ready?”
“Yes!!” Simon says quickly, hips twitching slightly. It must take a lot of restraint to not plant his feet and thrust upwards.
“Eager, aren’t we?” Ryland says, teasing Simon’s cockhead against his asshole, “Maybe I should teach you some patience.”
“I have patience!! I’m being good!!” Simon mewls, gasping slightly when Ryland starts to guide Simon’s cock slowly into his entrance.
Ryland moans as Simon’s cockhead slips inside fully. He removes his hand from Simon’s cock and places both of them on Simon’s chest, bracing himself to start slowly sliding down it. It’s the biggest thing he’s ever taken and it burns so fucking good. He sinks a little further down on it and pauses, catching his breath. Simon’s eyes are locked onto where they’re joined, looking at it like he’s never seen anything so hot in his entire life. Ryland moves up and down Simon’s cock slightly, testing the feeling of fucking himself and wanting to hear another pretty moan from Simon.
“God your cock is massive, Simon.” Ryland moans, sinking down another inch, gasping at the stretch, “unf, fuck!! Gonna throw out all my toys and just use you whenever I want to cum.”
Simon’s voice is a growl as he looks up to Ryland’s face, “Good, don’t wantcha using a toy when I’m right here. Use my cock whenever you want, angel, it’s all yours.”
Ryland whines, sinking down to the halfway point, “Gonna regret saying that, sweetheart, think I’m addicted now.”
Somehow the dynamic’s switched, and now Ryland no longer feels like he’s in charge. He’ll get it back soon, but all he can think about is Simon’s cock only halfway in his ass and realizing he’s never felt this full before. He moves his hands over to the harness and grips it tight, thighs shaking with the effort of holding his body weight up.
“Wish I could touch you, angel, I’d help guide your hips down,” Simon smirks, pushing his hips up slightly, more of his cock disappearing into Ryland who gasps in response, “Can’t wait to see you fully seated on my cock, can’t wait to feel you ride me, use me. Love being your plaything, Ryland.”
“Simon!” Ryland’s moan is high pitched and he’s quickly losing the upper hand. He’s supposed to be pissed at Simon, supposed to be in charge. Maybe if he can work himself all the way down Simon’s cock he can take a moment and get his wits back.
“Awe, is my pretty angel getting cock drunk?” Simon teases, fucking up into Ryland softly, “Thought you were supposed to use me? Thought you were supposed to be mad at me?”
Ryland takes a deep breath and sits all the way down, a high pitched whine ripping from his throat as he’s stretched and filled so quickly. Simon also lets out a strangled cry, not expecting it.
“Fuck!” Simon moans out, that smirk disappearing completely and being replaced with wide eyes, “Holy shit angel!”
Taking deep breaths, Ryland settles his whole weight down so Simon can’t move his hips anymore. While he gets used to the stretch he takes two fingers and puts them in his mouth, fucking his fingers in and out. It’s half for show and half for lubrication. Simon is watching intently as he chokes around his fingers lightly, cursing again. Once Ryland is satisfied he curls his hand around his cock and starts pumping slowly, focusing on Simon’s desperate face and cock. Fuck it all feels so good, so overwhelming, better than any of his fantasies. He originally wanted to just tie Simon to his bedpost, but seeing the ropes across his chest and arm is so fucking hot. How had they waited this long to do this?? There’s no way this is going to be a one time thing if Ryland can help it, and Simon is willing. By the look on Simon’s face and the way his hips move a little, desperate for Ryland to start moving, he’ll definitely be willing.
“Angel,” Simon whimpers, struggling a bit against the ropes, “Angel please.”
“Please what, sweetheart?” Ryland smirks, picking up the pace on his cock, “Smart mouth leave ya when someone sits on your cock?”
“Need you to move, please,” Simon responds, breathing ragged, “please, I need to feel you ride my cock.”
“I’ll move when I’m ready,” Ryland stays where he is, reaching down to run his fingers over the rope while he keeps working is cock over, “You’re my toy, and I’ll use you when I want too.”
“I hate not being able to touch you,” Simon simpers, struggles again, “Wanna touch my pretty angel, wanna help him fuck himself on me.”
“Yeah but this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” He smiles wide, “and you’re doing so, so good for me.”
Ryland gets himself close to the edge and takes his hand away, firmly grabbing the harness by the straps. He starts moving then, slowly bouncing, moaning at the feeling of Simon’s cock dragging through his walls. He angles his hips till it hits his prostate and moans loudly, fucking himself on Simon’s cock in earnest now. Simon’s moaning along with him, eyes firmly on Ryland’s face. Ryland glasses slide down his face slightly but he doesn’t care, his eyes are half closed and his mouth is open as he fucks himself up and down Simon’s cock, picking up the pace rapidly. He’s chasing along the line of his release desperately, getting closer and closer the longer he rides.
He feels Simon’s stomach tighten underneath him, and he opens his eyes fully, “You gettin - ah! - close??”
Simon nods, back arching slightly off the bed, “feel so fucking good, Ryland!! Can’t believe how fucking good you feel!!”
Ryland picks up the pace even more, determined to finish before Simon, “Gotta, gotta, gotta wait!! Gotta wait till I cum!!!”
“Tryin’!!!” Simon whines, face scrunching a bit for the overwhelming sensations, “Promise!!!”
Shifting his hips again, Simon’s cock drives in deeper and he fucks himself with it faster, thighs burning with the effort but he’s so close, he’s almost there, he can feel his release tightening in his belly, desperate to finish. He needs to finish before Simon, needs to.
“Cum all over me, angel.” Simon moans out, “wanna see you cum, wanna see you paint me with it. Please!!”
That sends him over the edge, the pleading. Ryland cries out as he cums, hips stuttering as he watches just how much of a mess he makes of Simon’s belly and torso. Simon follows shortly after, filling him with cum, Simon moaning loud and long as he spends into Ryland. Ryland collapses onto Simon’s chest, not even caring that the front of him is now also covered in his cum, just needing to be close to him. He’s breathing heavily, vision hazy. That was fucking incredible. That was genuinely life changing. That was the best riding experience he’s ever had. He wants to do it again.
After a little time spent catching their breaths, Ryland forces himself to move forward and allow Simon’s softened cock to slip out of him. He helps Simon sit up and gently unties him, kissing over the indents on his skin when the ropes and the harness are removed.
Simon pulls him into a kiss, and Ryland can feel the tenderness and love in it. It feels really nice on his sensitive skin, the perfect balm.
“Wanna go shower?” Simon murmurs against his lips, “We kinda made a mess.”
“Yeah, that sounds like a good plan,” Ryland giggles, “Can’t promise I’ll keep my hands to myself, though.”
“Never, ever keep your hands to yourself again.” Simon smiles wide, kissing him again.
Ryland doesn’t plan on it.