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Grace did enjoy sex with other people that he had gotten close with the few times he had tried it, but he didn't particularly enjoy the one time hook ups with people he hardly knew. This wouldn't have been such a problem if the later years of his degree weren't so time consuming, and if being a school teacher didn't mean spending hours outside of work doing more work. When he was on the vat, Grace accepted that his personal life was on hold. Hence a small box of sex toys that he had collected over the years. Stratt must have known about it because when he found his personal items, there it was.
Then Simon showed up. They got to know each other, and one day they got to know each other much more deeply. After that, the box stopped coming out.
It was a quiet morning. Most mornings were quiet in the dome, but this one was particularly quiet in a calm and relaxing way. There were no classes to teach, so Simon had stayed the night and now they were eating breakfast together.
"What's in the box under your bed?" He asked, suddenly breaking the silence.
Grace paused, fork half way to him mouth. His face went white, then red, before he tried to summon the most casual tone he could. "Oh, uh," he paused again, looking for the right words, "you're so observant, y'know, that's something I really like about you." Yeah, that totally sounded like a normal thing to say. Not at all suspicious.
"If it's personal, you don't have to tell me," he said, almost like an apology.
"No. No it's not... Well it is, but we've uh," Grace looked up to Simon's eyes. "Gotten pretty personal. It'll be easier if I just show you."
Simon sat on the bed while Grace fished the box out from under his bed. He sat down too and slowly removed the lid.
Simon just looked at the contents. He looked confused.then it hit him. Simon came from a cult, a space station with so few resources. He'd probably never even heard of a vibrator. Dildo was probably gibberish to him. So Innocent and Grace is corrupting him. No. Simon is a grown man, he remembers. But something about the idea of corrupting Simon made him all the more appealing.
"These are sex toys," he started before clarifying, " for masterbation. I used to use them before we started..." He trailed off as Simon started looking through the collection. It wasn't a large collection, but there were quite a few, for variety. He didn't remember most of his life before Hail Mary, but he could remember that the box used to be bigger. They were generous with what the crew was allowed to bring, with the exception of duplicates of sex toys it seemed.
The first one Simon picked up was a very large dildo. It was the largest one Grace could remember using. "This fits in you?" Was his first question.
"It could fit in you too, sweetheart."
"No fucking way," he laughed before going quiet. "Why? Do you think I should try it?"
"Do you want to try it?"
Simon looked down at it. "Kinda," he admitted. He held it up to his stomach, the base at his pelvis. "Wow, that's deep'
"Yeah, we're definitely trying that one," Grace said, shoving the box to the side to get to Simon. Their mouths collided, and Simon fell back, Grace between his legs. Grace reached between their hips to undo the other's pants. He sat up to pull the pants down his legs, before pausing to stair down at Simon and admire him. "So gorgeous." He ran his hand over the bulge forming in his pants. "It's going to look so good inside of you."
Simon wined. He loved the way Grace spoke to him.
After a moment, grace lifted one of simon's legs to get better access to his hole. He stuck two fingers in his mouth as he looked and placed them over the entrance. "We're really going to need to stretch you. So tight," he paused to press just enough that his finger wouldn't quite slip in, ""but you can take it, cant you?"
"Yes."
"Yes, who?" Grace asked.
"Yes, Dr. Grace."
"Good, sweetheart," Grace pushed one finger in as a reward. "You're going to be so full of cock." He added another finger and immediately started scissoring his fingers, starting Simon faster. God, he wanted to see Simon fucked by that dildo as soon as he could.
"Doctor," Simon gasped.
Grace pushed a third finger in. "We have to stretch you so much. He continued rubbing himself over his pants as he fingered Simon.
"Fuck, please, Dr. Grace. I want it," Simon begged.
"Well, since you've asked so nicely, I suppose I can do that for you now," Grace spoke as he reached for the lube he kept in the box. Even though spit was sufficient for hi fingers, and though Simon did like it when he acted cule, something the size of that dildo required real lube. He squeezed some onto his fingers and inserted them again, spreading it in and around Simon's hole. Then he applied a generous amount to the length of the toy.
Simon gasped as he began to push he head in. Grace kept pushing, deeper and peeper till the top half had disappeared.
Grace used his free hand to finally unbutton and pull down his own pants. He was fully hard, palming himself definitely added to his arousal, but looking at Simon in his current start would have been enough on its own too. He pushed the dildo farther before finally pulling it out to thrust back in again. This time, it went even deeper, a small lump started to show on Simon's core from where I pressed on him from inside. He removed his hand from the base of the toy and pressed on the top of his own cock, imagining what it would feel like if that were his own dick filling the man up. "You're doing so good for me, sweetheart," he praised.
Simon's head tilted back, neck arching off of the bed. "Fuck, I'm so close," he got out between moans.
"So pretty like this." The thrusts quickened, pushing fully into his hole. Grace's movements on his cock mimicked the speed he used on Simon. He was getting close too. "You're so gorgeous when you cum. Let me see it. Let me see how good you look so full of cock when you cum."
"Yes, Dr. Grace," Simon complied, struggling to get the words out before his back arched and his heels dug into the bed and his hips thrusted up into the air. White strings of cum shot out of him as Grace continued to thrust through his orgasm. His body jerked as over stimulation hit him, before Grace finally stopped and pulled the dildo out.
Grace crawled forward on the bed, one knee on each side of Simon's chest as he continued touching himself. He leaned forward to lean on one hand and held his cock just above Simon's mouth. Drops of precum dripped onto his lips. "Open," he demanded.
Once again, Simon complied, but before he could speak, his mouth was filled by Grace thrusting down his throat. It wasn't long before Grace pushed in a final time, shooting cum down his throat.
When he was finished, Grace rolled to the side and scooted down the bed to be next to Simon.
"So what else do you have in that box?" Simon asked.