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The faux sun rose to another morning on Erid, the sun shining gently through the geometric windows and the fog on the rocky beach. Ryland had always liked a foggy morning, where it wasn't too thick and you could see the watercolors of a sunrise behind a thick blanket. He could see the sun behind his eyelids before he opened them, relishing in the warmth of a cozy bed with only the sunrise to wake you, and not much expected of you this early.
Ryland had slept peacefully, as he had since everything had finally smoothed over, mind and body. Physical maladies recovered from and mental ones slowly healing. He finally let his eyes flutter open slowly, squinting in the bright sunlight. Another sleeping face was in front of him, a rare relaxed expression on it.
Simon.
Ryland could spend all day in bed, staring at his jagged face looking so calm, but, alas, work (and nature) called.
He sat up slowly, the warmth of the sun replacing the warmth of the quilt. It was fraying again at some edges, but Simon would notice and fix them before long. He always did. Ryland stretched his arms above his head, a rainbow from the prismatic windows catching on his face. He winced, for a moment. Breathe in... breathe out. Earth was not his prison anymore. Erid was his home. You are not there anymore.
His shifting around to get up must've woken Simon, because by the time Ryland had returned from the bathroom, Simon was sitting up in bed, waiting almost expectantly. He looked up when Ryland walked back into the bedroom, dark doe eyes following him closely.
"Good morning, angel."
Ryland smiled gently at him. Simon's voice was always gruff in the mornings. Some mornings more than others, depending on what he had been up to the previous night. But this morning, it was just a normal gruffness. No soreness from screaming or crying, no breakage from moaning too hard or too long.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" A silly question. They'd slept next to each other, and, besides, Ryland already knew the answer. But he liked to ask anyway.
Simon nodded before stretching himself, a few pops coming from his neck and his bad shoulder. As always. Ryland walked up to the bed and placed his hands on Simon's shoulders, massaging out the last of the kinks. Simon sighed, letting his eyes fall closed again for a moment, his hair still a mess on his face, but content to have Ryland take care of him. As always.
"Do you teach today?" Simon asked after Ryland pulled his hands away.
"I do. Why do you ask?" Ryland walked over to the closet where all his clothes were held, looking over his science pun t-shirts and comfortable cardigans that had seen him this far. It was remarkable, really, that they had managed to hang on this long. But that was not important right now.
Simon shrugged. "Just wondering." He got up off the bed and wandered into the main area of the house, most likely going for the kitchen. He liked to make breakfast some mornings. Ryland didn't mind. He was probably the best fed he'd ever been when Simon did the cooking.
Ryland came out of the bedroom dressed for the day, falling back onto his old faithful, his fox cardigan with a comfortable shirt and pants. Simon had started putting something simple together. It was really amazing what the Eridians could sythensize for them now that they had Wikipedia. Especially since Simon didn't want to just live on me-burgers for the rest of his days, the Eridians had started synthesizing other things as well, to the best of their ability. It worked surprisingly well.
These kinds of mornings were always Ryland's favorite. Calm, cozy, perhaps some would even call it domestic. Simon looked quite nice these mornings as well, bedhead still uncontrolled, sleep clothes still on and sleep still hanging on his movements. He yawned, the extra mutated mouth along his cheek yawning with him. Ryland almost had to hold back an absolutely smitten sigh at this whole sight in front of him.
He smiled into his cup of coffee when Simon caught him staring.
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That evening, after dinner had been cleaned up and the sky had started to dim, Ryland and Simon sat on the rocky beach to watch the sunset. Far back from the water, since Simon wasn't a huge fan of the water, especially at night. The quilt was wrapped around both of their shoulders as the temperature started to drop, the faux sun casting bright bursts of color across the dimming sky. They did this some nights, and some nights they didn't.
Ryland leaned his head onto Simon's good shoulder, and Simon turned his head to press a gentle kiss against Ryland's scalp. He took a deep breath with his nose buried in Ryland's hair, smelling the gentle soap that the Eridian's had also synthesized. Those aliens could make anything.
They kissed gently in the fading light, lips moving against each other. Simon pressed a bit harder, and Ryland pressed back. Before long, they were kissing deeply with the stars as a backdrop. They had missed the sunset, though in Ryland's mind, it was rather worth it for what they were doing instead.
Simon pulled back, his eyes reflecting the stars in a way that Ryland's never could. "Shall we take this inside, angel?" His pupils were blown and hungry. While they were near invisible already in his eyes combined with the darkness, Ryland knew. His tone of voice gave it all away, a little higher with an edge of want and desperation to it.
Ryland would've been content to do it right here on the rocky beach on the quilt, but Simon was not a fan of the darkness. Neither was Ryland, really, so he nodded, standing up first and helping Simon up after. The quilt stayed around Simon's shoulders while they walked up the cliffside.
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In bed, they could still have the stars as a backdrop. The faux moonlight framed Simon's face and body nicely, soft lighting landing on hard muscle and scar tissue. Ryland already loved Simon's body, but seeing it bathed in soft moonlight, even if it was fake, had a way of making it just that much more delicious.
They kissed deeply, Simon boxing Ryland in without making him feel trapped. They both had long ago discarded most of their clothes, leaving them only in their briefs, which would most likely also be discarded before long.
Simon's lips trailed all over Ryland's body, heading southwards. His facial hair always tickled Ryland's stomach, but the warm tingle of his lips distracted enough from that. Ryland let himself relax down onto the pillows, his hands carding through Simon's hair while his mouth continued. He worked his way back up eventually, and the next kiss they shared was deep enough to pull a small groan from Ryland's throat. Simon groaned back, tongue gently pushing past Ryland's lips. Ryland complied and responded in kind.
There were a few groans exchanged between them. Ryland could feel himself slowly getting wetter as time went on and as he was kissed like this by Simon. Simon was half-hard himself, but he was currently focused on Ryland, as he so often was. Neither of them complained.
Ryland buried his face into Simon's shoulder, letting out a particularly needy moan while wrapping his arms tighter around Simon's torso. He arched his back slightly as he inhaled shakily. If Simon didn't touch him soon, he might get needy and start begging.
Simon, however, was not in the mood to make Ryland beg for things. He slid down the bed, hooking his fingers in Ryland's briefs and glancing up, meeting Ryland's eyes. A silent May I? Ryland nodded.
The cold air hit his crotch and the arousal fluids that he'd leaked on himself, making him gasp slightly at the start contrast in temperature. Simon was quick to replace the heat after Ryland's briefs had come all the way off, the warmth of his face near Ryland helping warm him back up. Ryland let out a sinful sigh as Simon brought his mouth to Ryland's lips, gently lapping up the mess that he had made of himself before moving upwards to give a little attention to his fat little t-dick. It was not impressive by any means, especially when compared to one like Simon's, but it was enough for Simon to get his lips around and get some suction on to make Ryland's brain melt out his hole, so it was enough.
Simon spent some time just lapping at the fluids that Ryland seeped out, content to just eat as long as they both wanted him to. Ryland did eventually get a little bored of the gentle lapping, so he tightened his hands in Simon's hair and pulled his face closer. Simon complied, pressing his face closer and moving his tongue a bit rougher. Ryland let out a small groan, and Simon responded with one of his own, closing his eyes and furrowing his brow to focus. Ryland loved seeing him like this.
Things continued to progress along, and Simon eventually went back to Ryland's t-dick, sucking on the head of it and bringing his hand up to Ryland's inner thigh. He pressed on it gently, reminding the scientist that he needed to relax. Ryland complied, relaxing his thighs down and moaning a little as Simon got a good hold on his t-dick. The hand that was on Ryland's thigh, Simon brought up to press his fingers gently against Ryland's hole. Ryland gasped, clenching around nothing at the sudden prodding at it. He quickly relaxed again, letting Simon slowly work a finger into him as he sucked at his t-dick.
Two of Simon's thick fingers was enough to have Ryland moaning much deeper, gasping and clenching while Simon moved his mouth and his fingers in sync. His hands found their way into Simon's hair again, guiding his head. Simon obeyed, matching his sucking to Ryland's pace and matching his fingers to his mouth. Both men were quite happy with the pace that they'd set, continuing like this for a few minutes until Ryland was arching his back and begging for more. Simon was happy to oblige when Ryland asked to move positions, essentially switch places. Simon lied down on the bed, head near the foot of the bed instead to give Ryland even footing. Ryland scrambled to the foot of the bed, first kissing Simon intensely, feeling his fluids soaked into Simon's facial hair and smell the stark scent of himself all over Simon's face. Ryland groaned into Simon's mouth at the overwhelm of senses, pulling back when Simon gave him a gentle push to make sure Ryland was what he was doing next.
Simon made a show of sticking his fingers that had been in Ryland into his mouth, licking them off before lying back down, waiting patiently for Ryland to take a seat. Ryland sat in shock for a moment, but he didn't have time to dwell on that right now. He scooted the rest of the way down the bed and positioned himself over Simon's face, carefully lowering himself down. Simon, however, was not in the mood for careful or gentle. He immediately took his good arm and wrapped it around Ryland's leg that he could access, pulling him down almost immediately. Ryland let out a small yelp at that, hands flying for the footboard to keep himself steady while Simon feasted.
Simon gave another tap-tap to Ryland's thigh, telling him to just relax. Take a seat. Ryland shuddered slightly, but when Simon gave a more insistent tap-tap-tap, Ryland let out a trembling breath and lowered himself the rest of the way. Simon let out a genuine, high-pitched moan as Ryland sat down, eating with a fervor that had Ryland shuddering and starting to grind his dick against Simon's nose. This turned the bright sparks of pleasure into a more consistent hum that Ryland could feel all throughout his body. He clenched his jaw, leaning his head forwards onto his forearms that were crossed on the footboard of the bed.
Ryland then made the mistake of looking down at Simon while he was busy. Oh, it was glorious to see, his hair a mess, his brow furrowed with focus again, his face shining with Ryland's fluids all over him. Ryland gasped at the view, and Simon opened his eyes slightly to see if something was wrong, and the blissed-out look that Simon gave Ryland had him choking out a moan into his forearm. Ryland continued moving his hips gently, grinding carefully so as to not have to explain a very awkward nose injury to the Eridian medical team. Both men were content with this position for quite some time, until Ryland was almost seeing stars from how good it felt with Simon under him like this.
Simon moved again, releasing Ryland's bullied hole to attach to his t-dick again, and Ryland couldn't help but start to grind harder into Simon's mouth. Oh, this was glorious. He was properly fucking Simon's mouth now, his moans becoming more desperate and shameless as his hips continued with a stronger rhythm. Simon kept his lips latched around Ryland's t-dick, sucking occasionally to make Ryland jump and let out a high, needy little moan.
"F-fuck, Si, I'm... I'm close..." Ryland finally spoke for the first time in several minutes. Simon's brow knit up as he opened his mouth further, letting Ryland properly fuck his mouth until he was finished. His hands came up to rest on Ryland's waist, grabbing gently but not doing anything more than that. Ryland knew the pace he needed to be at to chase after his finish, and Simon wasn't going to interfere with this pattern.
A handful more thrusts and a lot of loud, needy moans later, Ryland let out a particularly long one as his hips stuttered and stalled. He arched his back, riding it out as he came, eyes rolling back in his head as Simon lapped up the dripping mess that Ryland was making of himself.
Ryland finally rolled off of Simon's face, lying down on the bed next to him while he caught his breath.
Simon was quick to roll back over to press a loving kiss to Ryland's lips before getting up to wash his face and get water. That was just how their aftercare usually went. Not much had to be said. Simon returned with water in a cup and his beard damp from water rather than arousal fluid and cum. Ryland could still smell himself underneath the water clinging to Simon's beard, but significantly less now than before he'd cleaned off. He gratefully took the water, drinking most of it before flopping back down onto the bed. Simon eventually managed to get him to lay the correct direction on the bed and coax him back into his briefs, but that was about it. Simon laid back down next to Ryland, settling underneath the brightly colored quilt.
Ryland curled up into Simon's chest, still catching his breath a little as he closed his eyes. Simon pressed a kiss to his scalp once more, then his forehead, before letting himself relax. Ryland would be the first person to fall asleep, Simon always made sure of that, but they both would be sleeping peacefully tonight.
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