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Simon arrived home around 8 o'clock. He was tired, but his mind was filled with motivation. Today, Grace would be his.
Simon entered his house. Grace was in the kitchen with his headphones on, softly singing while finishing washing the dishes. Simon left his bag on the sofa and approached slowly, like a man in love, needing his safe haven more than anything. Simon put his arms around his waist and smelled his pale neck with the old mating mark, concentrating his kisses there. Grace shivered and let out a little cry of surprise at his husband's warm kisses.
"You scared me, Simon, don't do that again!" Grace argued, his voice trembling.
"I missed you, my love." Simon used a deep, low voice in Grace's ear and felt his body tremble in his arms.
Simon turned him around, seeing his beautiful blue eyes, and smiled at his flushed cheeks and accelerated breathing.
"You look beautiful when you're shy." Without waiting any longer, Simon launched into a sticky kiss, letting his hands explore the nape of his neck, his back, and finally his buttocks, squeezing them tightly, revealing his true and purest hunger for his scientist.
Grace returned the kiss, letting out sighs and little noises that drove Simon crazy. Grace's hands caressed his scalp and sometimes tugged at Simon's long hair while subtly returning the kiss.
They separated, Simon gripped his thighs, Grace gave a push and was held by Simon's strong arms.
They reached the bedroom, Simon closed the door with his foot, letting his lips be messed up by Grace's mouth, his Grace.
Simon knelt on the bed and gently laid Grace down. The poor professor was red-faced, his lips swollen, his blond hair all messed up; his poor glasses had gotten lost somewhere along the way. Quickly, Simon removed his shirt, revealing his defined torso with broad shoulders while his alpha scent filled the room. Grace let out a low moan; seeing Simon's strong muscles and the scent that filled the room made him dizzy.
Slowly, Grace brought his fingers below his navel, feeling the bulge of a vein there, and that was enough for Simon to take his hand and guide it down to the end of the zipper, squeezing his penis, still inside his pants but already large due to their mutual excitement. Grace sighed and looked at Simon's face, seeing his brown eyes full of hunger and lust. Grace sighed with pleasure and, before giving a mischievous smile, let his nails scrape against Simon's jeans, creating friction.
Simon quickly positioned himself at Grace's level and decided to punish him for his audacious behavior. Grace pressed himself against Simon's bare back, scratching his skin with fervor. The heat intensified to the point where he begged for more clothes to come off, and Grace removed his coat, leaving his chest bare and exposed. Simon allowed himself to explore the collarbone area, knowing his beloved was sensitive there. When he took the first bite, the blond man tensed and groaned loudly.
"Oh, Simon."
His fingers, marked with pen ink, gripped Simon's dark curls as he trembled with pleasure.
Simon moved lower, reaching his nipples, and there he wreaked havoc. He bit the left one, sucking with fervor, hungrily, with desire, while Grace now writhed and gripped the sheets tightly, his head falling back, his chest rising, and Simon bit more and more, running his tongue over and playing with the nipple. As he pulled away from her mouth, a strand of saliva connected Simon's tongue to the dilated tip. Simon gripped Grace's waist and blew on his swollen nipple, feeling the skin in his hands prick. Quickly, he moved to the other, treating it in the same way, with eagerness and a hunger of desire, pulling between his teeth as Grace writhed in his large hands.
What a delightful view Simon had from there, it was the most wonderful thing to see: Grace's head tilted back, his eyes closed, tears of pleasure streaming from his beautiful eyes, his cheeks flushed, and those red lips wide open, gasping for air.
Simon left his husband's poor nipples in peace and decided to descend deeper into that sea of lust. As he descended, he left increasingly wet kisses, lingering with his tongue everywhere, and when he reached his navel, he ran his tongue over it extensively, causing Grace to tense up, arching her back further and opening his legs wider, showing how loved he felt by Simon.
Continuing down, Simon reached the base of his trousers, planting kisses around the waistband, also in a line similar to his own, while Grace overflowed with pleasure. It was delicious to control that situation with only the power of his tongue and mouth could wield there.
The trousers came off without much ceremony, sliding down the pale legs that almost never saw the sun. The only piece of clothing protecting Grace was already so wet and soaked. Simon took two fingers and ran them from the base of his waist to where the wetness was concentrated, making gentle circles until he heard Grace crying out in pleasure and calling his name.
"Please...please...fill me, make me yours, Simon!"
"Make me yours, I beg you, finish this quickly!"
Just that made Simon's pants seem tighter than usual, and he quickly pulled them off, exposing himself to the cold of the room.
But he turned his focus to the great gift he had longed for all morning: his beautiful husband, almost naked, and clamoring for him.
Simon calmly and carefully pulled down the other's underwear, watching Grace's lubricating fluid cling to a thread. As he removed it from his legs, he rubbed his tongue in the fluid and swallowed it all, while Grace watched speechless, already placing one hand on her entrance below his penis and massaging it too quickly. Seeing this, Simon delicately removed his hand and put Grace's fingers in his mouth, sucking everything and wasting absolutely nothing. While doing this, he focused his eyes on Grace, who tried to cover his embarrassed face with his other hand.
"Look at me, Grace, while I make you feel good." His voice came out deeper than usual, showing that Simon had been forgotten and that the alpha was now the one present.
Simon climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between Grace's legs, and made sure to place the other's hard, forgotten member on his dangerously hot lips. He quickly shoved everything into her mouth, and Grace's eyes rolled back in pleasure, his mouth breaking into sighs and cries of Simon's name.
"Please... Simon, more!"
Who was Simon to refuse?
He wanted to leave his omega drunk, well-fed, and too weak to stand, needing help even to clean himself up. He wanted that, to leave Grace at his mercy, to leave him completely open and wanting more every night if necessary.
Simon moved Grace's member back and forth in his mouth until it slipped out with a wet sound. Grace's penis glistened with saliva and was so swollen and red, but Simon would leave it there and move on to a more special place.
He held behind Grace's knees and pushed them until they hit the blond's chest, and there his eyes shone as he saw Grace's entrance release more fluid and tighten around the nothingness that would soon be so well filled that there wouldn't even be room for a molecule of oxygen inside.
"Hold your thighs and don't let go, or I'll be forced to punish you," Simon said, looking seriously at Grace, who only nodded silently in agreement.
Simon lowered himself to the level of Grace's beautiful, lubricated entrance and inhaled, smelling the sweet scent of his omega, a scent of home, of family, of love. It was delicious. Without thinking further, he left soft kisses around it, and immediately Grace moaned his name with sighs of pleasure filling the room.
The leaking liquid didn't have a strong taste, just something mild, not too strong, but for the Alpha it was perfect. After wetting his lips with that delicious liquid, he took the entrance in his mouth, exploring that tight and delicious opening with his tongue. Separating to breathe, he rubbed the entire width of his tongue against the swollen folds, and Grace's reaction was to moan louder and louder, begging to be fucked already because he couldn't take it anymore.
But Simon was patient and wanted to have more fun, and with two fingers he penetrated that area and felt the depth already known from other moments, opening slowly and when he closed his fingers more liquid came out.
Seeing that Grace was already red and hoarse from screaming so much, he decided to deliver the final blow. Slowly he lowered Grace's legs, who breathed more softly, with closed eyes and flushed cheeks marked by tears of pleasure. He approached and kissed each side of Grace's face, bringing comfort, and joined their lips until he guided his own member to that habitable warmth, and Grace circled Simon's neck, hiding his face in his neck while moaning from so much stimulation.
Simon massaged Grace's scalp tenderly, calmly kissed his nape and neck, feeling his scent and paying attention to the mating mark calmly and with many kisses.
Then Simon began to move, and Grace threw himself onto the bed trying to cope with so much pleasure, and there Simon increased the speed, feeling the walls tightening around him.
-Ah my angel, you're so tight... Fuck.
Grace couldn't form words, he just breathed rapidly through his mouth and moaned Simon's name over and over.
-Simon...Mo...re... Simon.
Simon was in heaven, but it could still get better. Standing up, he placed Grace's thighs on his shoulders and found the perfect angle to go deeper and deeper into his husband, leaving him speechless with screams. The thrusts increased with each passing minute, sighs roared from both of them, their scents mingling to the point of allowing a fusion; it was so pleasurable and intimate, just the two of them.
Until Grace called out to Simon in a more needy way.
-Simon...please.
And with pity, Simon let Grace's legs wrap around his waist and moved closer, joining their mouths in a hot, wet kiss. Grace moaned in the kiss from the intense stimulation. And Simon continued to penetrate more slowly now, touching a specific spot that made Grace's eyes roll back in pleasure.
-Simon, please, please... I....
Grace's words trailed off as he trembled in Simon's arms one last time and clung tightly to his body as he climaxed. Simon didn't take long either, spilling his hot, viscous seed inside his partner and feeling his penis swell, as promised, not letting any oxygen cells enter or leave. Simon showered kisses along Grace's face, allowing the blond to feel better and more comfortable.
They changed positions, now with Grace on top of Simon's body, still trembling and still connected. Simon wiped the remaining tears from Grace's beautiful eyes with a small cloth he had left nearby, and also gave Ryland some water to hydrate him. After a few more minutes, Simon managed to withdraw, and Grace groaned sadly at the feeling that everything was slipping away, but Simon laid him down and entered again, certain that from there, they could grow with another member in the family, another person running around, calling them Mommy and Daddy.
"What are you thinking about?" Grace asked as Simon tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear.
"That I want to have an amazing future with you, my angel."
Grace blushed and tried to bury his face in Simon's neck, who hugged him tighter, and they finally enjoyed the rest of the evening.