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You hadn’t meant to start something, but that’s usually how conversations go with Rocky and Adrian now that you were settled on Erid. When asked if there was anything still on the Hail Mary that you might want brought down to the planet, you mentioned a duffel bag that was left behind in the initial move. You didn’t tell them why you wanted it, just made a passing comment about if they happen to see it, could they grab it.
That, of course, led to a small group of Eridians, accompanied by Rocky, making the trip back up to do a sweep of the ship. They brought down a ton of stuff, just kind of whatever they saw, really. You and Ryland spent an afternoon sorting and organizing, it sounded silly but you realized that neither of you wanted to throw anything away. Any reminders of earth you had were on that ship, which made it hard to separate from. Ryland drew the line at literal trash, saying that the Eridians could at least study the materials for their own research.
Your duffel bag was the first thing you brought back to the house, setting it in the closet and honestly forgetting about it. With so much going on in the biodome, there was always something to supervise. If nothing else, Rocky and Adrian kept you busy.
So when you returned to the house one afternoon, quietly studying some new materials Rocky dropped off for you both to examine, and spotted Ryland sitting on the bed, you thought nothing of it.
He let you show him the samples, listened intently while you explained where they came from and what they were used for. He left you alone for a bit, letting you do your thing for a few hours.
Until he couldn’t anymore.
His arms wrapped around your stomach, head coming down to kiss your temple, your cheek, your jaw. You don’t try to stop him, recognizing his message instantly. He wanted something, he was just being a little shy about asking. You turn to him with a hum, giving him a smile with raised eyebrows, expectant.
“Making any big discoveries over here?” He asks with a smirk against your lips.
“Huge discoveries, actually,” and you kiss him properly.
He kisses you lazily, taking his time, drawing out whatever he was so shy about. He used to be this way when it came to intimacy of any sort, reserved, like he was embarrassed to ask for anything. But it had been a few years since then, the confidence boost you gave him made him a little bit of a monster in bed, honestly. You had quietly told him that you like it when he takes charge, like when he’s not scared to tell you what he wants. That conversation had freed him, he told you later.
You wouldn’t push him now, he would tell you when he was ready, even if it did make you extremely curious. He’s not mysterious, as much as he wants to be, he’ll crack soon, he can’t help it. You let him pull you out of your seat and loop your arms over his shoulders. He hugs you to him for a moment, taking a deep breath. Then he’s moving, dragging you to the bedroom and down onto his lap. You don’t fight him, taking a seat right where he wants you.
He kisses you again, this time it’s heated. Teeth and tongues, groans and whimpers as you roll your hips over his a little. His hands roam your thighs and hips, sliding over your ass to help move you on him. He makes a small noise into your mouth and pulls back, he’s struggling to hold eye contact with you and oh, that’s new.
“I-um, so I made a discovery of my own today…” His face is red, he’s staring at your nose, hands tightening on your back.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm. You know all that - um, all that stuff they brought down from Mary for us?”
Uh oh, you’re caught. It brings a small smirk to your lips, thinking about Ryland snooping through your things, his face going bright red when he saw it.
You let out a breath, tapping his cheek to get him to look at you. “Tell me, baby,” you’re all sweet tones, might as well have a little fun with him, you think.
He finally looks into your eyes, “I, ha-uh found your-your vibrator…”
There it is.
“Didn’t know you had that up there,” a pause, “did you ever use it?”
You never had the chance, considering the close quarters and the alien who could see through walls and hear every sound you made. He would have alerted Ryland immediately, you just knew it. You shake your head with a laugh, “no, there’s no way I would’ve been able to without you knowing.”
He sits with that for a moment, gears turning in his head. The eye contact feels a little overwhelming now, he’s biting his bottom lip and circling his thumbs on the skin under your shirt. “Can I use it on you?”
Your brows shoot up, heat flushing your face. “You want to… I-I mean, yes, yeah totally,” your flustered answer pulls a laugh from him. A hand on the back of your head slams you down to his lips, he groans into you, unable to help the twitch of his hips at your words.
He makes quick work of your clothes, peeling you out of everything and laying you flat on the bed. His mouth suctions to your throat, little nibbles and licks making your breath hitch. One of his hands holds him up while the other roams your body. Nimble fingers run up your side, skirting around your breast. He’s all teasing touches and soft words, slowing down like he’s been waiting for this all day. He probably has been, you think.
Kisses move down your chest, paying special attention to each nipple. The scratch of his beard is delicious against your heated skin, he leaves red marks everywhere he kisses without even trying. Your hands are in his hair, on his back, sinking nails into his shoulders. One thing you know about Ryland is that when he has you like this, he can’t help but ravish you, taking his time and working you up so sweetly.
He’s moving again, sliding all the way down until he can throw your legs over his shoulders. He doesn’t dive right in, taking a second to look up at you and admire the sight. You feel that heat in your cheeks again, then he said, “I turned it on earlier, it’s kind of strong. Is.. is it better for you if I-um warm you up a little?”
The heat changes for you then, from a hot flush in your face to a warmth settling in your chest. Of course Ryland would be thinking about how he can make it as good for you as possible. All he ever does is worry about your comfort, you can almost picture the look on his face when he felt how powerful the toy was.
And you can’t blame him, to be completely fair. You know what Stratt packed for you, it was your request - a brand new satisfyer pro 2. You had the pro on earth, Stratt decided on the upgrade to the pro 2, citing that the reviews were even better. There was no resistance from you, if she was going to shoot you into space, well, you wouldn’t stop her from providing the best of the best for personal time.
But with Ryland already laying between your legs, you didn’t really want to stop him. “Warm me up a little, please?” Your hand strokes his cheek, watching his eyes flutter closed as he leans into you. His tongue licks a smooth stripe up, wide and flat, stopping just short of your clit. He does it a few more times, wanting a moan from you before he finally flicks over your sensitive bud.
Your hands bury in his hair, tugging the golden strands, encouraging him on. Ryland handles eating your pussy like he handles the rest of your body, he takes his time, chasing your noises, planting soft kisses between the harsher sucks. He feels your legs try to clamp around his head and pulls back, climbing up over you to lick into your mouth and let you taste yourself. It makes your moan jump up in pitch and he eats it up.
You see him slide a hand under his pillow, he pulls out the vibrator and just sets it beside you, looking to you for help. “Show me how you use it?” He whispers it against your mouth, a little unsure but so endearing. You nod, kissing him again, and push him up so he’s sitting on his knees between your spread legs.
You pick up the toy, examining it for a moment, you know how intense your orgasms can be with these things, you almost feel like you should warn him in case you accidentally kick him. His hands running soothingly over your legs pulls you back to him, he lifts under your knee and kisses the bend, trying to hide how excited he is behind his simmering stare.
“Come on, baby, wanna see what you can do,” his voice is gruff, like he’s pushing down his own need. That’s all it takes for you to turn the toy on. You reach down and run it through the slick at your entrance. The slow slide up to your clit is familiar, making your legs twitch as you land right where you need it. The pulsing immediately draws a gasp from you, the sight making Ryland moan low in his throat.
“That feel good, sweetheart? Looks fucking amazing,” his eyes are locked on your core, watching how your cunt clenches with each small movement of your wrist. You give it a moment before you turn the speed up once, giving yourself just enough to get your hips rolling. Muscle memory kicks in and your free hand reaches up to your breast, rolling your nipple with a sigh.
Ryland just watches, studying how you move the toy so minutely, amazed at how intimately you seem to know your body. He lets you work yourself up, his steady pressure on your legs grounding you, helping you remember that he’s here. Until he can’t sit still anymore. His hand covers yours, silently asking for control. You give it to him easily, letting him slide the head of the toy around until he finds all the spots that make you shake.
He ups the speed, watching in amazement as your whole body reacts. “Is this okay?” He whispers against your thigh. Your nod and moan are the only answer he gets, but he takes that as permission to experiment more. He sets your leg down to bring his hand to your slit, fingers sliding through your wetness and circling your entrance. He pushes one finger in, groaning at how tight you are. “I can feel the vibrations, holy shit,” he’s just as breathless as you are.
He pumps two fingers into you, curling up and finding that spot inside you. It nearly makes you scream when he rubs against the nerves. That mixed with the pulsing going steadily on your clit pushes you right over the edge. You come with a cry, body spasming around Ryland’s fingers. He doesn’t stop, letting you ride it out until you’re grabbing the toy and turning the speed down with a groan.
“Holy shit, baby. That was amazing. You’re so fucking hot, oh my god.” He’s laying over you again, hands holding your face, kissing you messily. It takes a minute for you to come down, but he’s patient with you while you find yourself again. “That was a big one, you okay?” He’s so gentle with you, you swear he has no idea how much of a turn on it is.
“Mm, I’m good.” A deep breath. You feel his cock pressing against you, you know he would be more than happy to stop after that, but you’re not quite ready for that. “Ry, will you use it while you fuck me?” You’re not even embarrassed at the words coming out of your mouth, too busy thinking about how good it would feel to come with him like that.
He makes a strangled noise, burying his head in your neck. He twitches in his pants, can’t help it when he ruts into you, seeking that sweet pressure against him. “Yeah,” he says your name into your skin, “yeah, we can do that.” The heat in his eyes is a stark contrast to how gently he holds you, like he can’t believe he gets to have you like this.
He sits back again, lifting your hips and sliding a pillow under you. His shirt and pants come off quickly, his dick bouncing up as soon as it’s free. He gives himself a few strokes, watching as you turn the toy back on, making sure it’s on a low setting and settling it against your clit again. It makes you moan, you’re so sensitive from your last release. Ryland lines himself up and presses the tip in, leaning over you again like he just can’t hold himself up.
The moan that slips out of him is raw and high pitched. The vibrations are a lot, and he’s only got the tip in. “Holy - oh baby, this is - you’re incredible.” The praise falls from his lips like second nature, he’s nearly babbling already. Your legs wrap around his back enough to press him in a little further. He manages to hold it together until he’s fully seated in your warm heat, but as soon as his hips meet yours he whimpers.
You feel so full, the stimulation from the toy making you clench harder than normal. You bask in it for only a moment, turning the vibrator up a notch and letting your head fall back with a gasp. He gives a testing thrust, shuddering as he makes it almost all the way out before bullying his way back in. He finds a rhythm, his face stays buried in your neck, muffling his whines.
The warmth in your stomach coils tight, your legs shaking on either side of him. Ryland feels it, can sense how close you’re getting, so he slides a hand down and pushes a button on the toy, turning it up once more. Your jaw drops, voice cracking on his name. Your back arches up into him, your spasming walls pulling him under with you. Your vision whites out as he comes with the loudest groan you’ve ever heard from him.
He keeps pumping into you, biting back his cries to hear yours. It’s an overwhelming feeling, you can’t stop shaking, can’t stop your fingers from digging into his back. And you don’t know what comes over him but the hand he still has on the toy hits the button again. The speed jumps up and you feel him slam into you one, two, three more times. You never had a chance, really, and that coil built fast and snapped faster.
You convulsed under him as you came a third time, your body wringing his cock for all it’s worth before going limp. He quickly turns the toy down, taking care to remove it from your swollen clit gently. Your breath comes in short pants, eyes heavy and legs shaking.
You feel Ryland set the toy aside, his now soft cock sliding out of you with a wet noise. He’s placing kisses all over you, whispering praise quietly, like he was afraid to disturb your peace. His weight presses you into the mattress, grounding pressure helping to bring you back to him. When your eyes finally crack open, you see Ryland above you. He’s smiling from ear to ear, his eyes glowing.
“There you are. You okay, sweetheart?” His voice is low, big hands coming up to stroke your hair out of your face.
You take a quick inventory of yourself - shaking legs, trembling hands, floaty head - yep, you’re more than okay. You pull him into a kiss, trying to find your voice.
“That was so good, Ry. So, so good.”
His smile grows impossibly wider and he pushes up to look down at your body, his face going a little red again. “Did you know you could squirt?” The sly smirk that comes out does not go unnoticed.
“Mhm, just haven’t ever done it with a partner,” it’s your turn to go a little red.
“Aw, I got to be your first?” And he laughs, kissing your cheek.
“Shut up,” and you laugh too.
He rolls you both over so you’re laying on his chest. You enjoy the quiet for a few minutes, just soaking in the bliss. But Ryland is Ryland, and he always has something to talk about.
“I bet Rocky could make different kinds of toys for us to use…”
“Ryland!”
“Just a thought! I never tried any back home, I’d love to see what else I’ve been missing out on.”