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"Baby I feel horrible." Ryland sighs as he walks through the door into his shared home.
"What's wrong? Long day at school?" Simon walks over to his partner, holding his arms open for Ryland to lean into.
“Yeah, but that's not the whole reason.” Ryland mumbles into Simon's neck, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive skin. Simon hums, holding his angel tighter. “Can I do anything to make you feel better, sunshine?” He nuzzles into Rylands hair, kissing him gingerly.
“Maybe a warm shower and cuddles? I’m exhausted.”
Simon nods as Grace lifts his head up to look into his moonlights eyes. Simon kisses him gently, deepening the kiss when Grace reciprocates. “I’ll go get that shower started, baby. Do you wanna shower alone?” Simon asks as he breaks the kiss reluctantly.
“I’d like to shower alone, if that's alright. B-but if you wanna join you can?”
Simon looks at Grace with a hint of disappointment. “Darling, you don't need to ask if it’s alright. Just tell me you want to shower alone.”
. . .
Ryland walked out of the shower with a towel around his hips. The way to Erid had been rough with the scarce food supplies, so he lost a lot of his body weight and muscles. His skin showing the soft outline of his ribcage. He frowns slightly at his reflection in the mirror, ghosting his fingers across his torso.
“...”
He looks down in disgrace at his own body.
Simon knocks on the door
“Sunshine, you’ve been in there a while, you okay?” Simon’s voice speaks through the door with care and concern.
“Y-yeah. I’m fine. Be out in a sec.” Ryland responds too quickly, caught off guard.
. . .
“You made us dinner?” Grace smiles softly as he pulls the chair out from the table, looking at the meal Simon cooked for them both. On Mondays it was Ryland’s responsibility to cook for them, but Simon did him that grace. “Of course, baby. I knew you were tired, why would I make you cook?” Simon pressed a kiss to Grace’s forehead, sitting down beside him to eat.
On today's menu: Me-burgers with potatoes they managed to grow cut into fries. Ryland swears he could cry just at the bare taste of something other than that taumoeba. He shudders at the remembrance. Simon’s cooking is something all together. If they were on Earth, Simon would for sure prosper at running a restaurant. As Grace eats his me-burger, Simon takes a bite of his.
“Damn Ryland you taste so good”
Ryland almost spits out his food
“W-what!?” His face flushes a bright pink, “You can't say that..!”
Simon snickers to himself at his lover's adorable reaction.
“What? I can't say you taste absolutely delicious? Cuz it’s true.” He smirks, “Both ways.”
Grace turns his head the other way, hiding his embarrassed and flustered look. Simon smiles to himself, he loves seeing Ryland all flustered. He stands up behind his boyfriend’s chair, leaning down to Ryland’s neck, humming as he smiles and kisses the soft skin. Ryland whines at the contact, closing his eyes to enjoy the affection from his partner.
“Right, eat up baby.” Simon says as he places the last kiss on Ryland’s cheek.
Simon returns 14 minutes later, seeing an empty place and a well fed Grace. He looks at Grace with adoration. Kissing him repeatedly all over his face and neck, whispering praises in between each kiss.
“You did so well eating all the food I made for you~”
“Im so proud of you~”
“Good job baby~”
Ryland’s face gets redder with each comment.
“You’re such a good boy, Ryland.”
Grace lets out an involuntary whine, Simon grins with pride. “You get to bed, I’ll do the dishes and join you in a bit, alright?” Simon says before pressing his lips to Ryland’s, drawing another whine from his lover.
. . .
Ryland put on a pair of comfortable shorts. When deciding whether to wear a shirt or not, Simon walked in.
“I hate myself- Hi Simon..!” He looked up from where his eyes were on the mirror.
“What’d you just say?”
Ryland’s stomach dropped, “Nothing- don't worry about it.”
Simon frowned.
“Baby… you can tell me.” Simon said as he closed the door behind him, wrapping his arms around Ryland’s torso.
“I just… I don't like how thin I am. I used to have muscle on the hail mary, before all we ate was that horrid taumoeba.”
Simon hummed, looking into the mirror meeting Ryland’s eyes.
“I think you’re beautiful. But I understand words don't work like that. We can try upping the protein in meals, and working out. That might help. Would that help you?”
Ryland considers it for a moment.
“Maybe? We can try it.”
Simon nods, “Are you gonna sleep with your shirt on or off?”
Ryland shrugs his shoulders.
“Can I try something?”
Ryland nods.
Simon pushes Ryland onto the bed, sitting on his hips, checking Ryland’s face for any discomfort. Ryland nods, letting him continue. Simon slowly puts his hands under Ryland’s shirt, bringing the fabric up with his hands. Ryland stiffens slightly.
“Shh, I’ve got you. You’re okay.”
Simon, once he has Ryland’s shirt up to his chest, places kisses all over Ryland’s upper body. From his hips, to his stomach, to his chest. Taking his time in worshipping his lover's body.
Ryland whimpers at the touches, tangling his fingers in Simon’s hair.
“Moonlightttt…” He says, breathing heavier.
Simon looks up from Ryland’s thighs, “Yes?”
Ryland’s too much of a mess to answer, in response he just sets his head back onto the pillow. Once Simon’s done with his prayer, he goes back to Grace’s mouth, kissing him senseless. Ryland can't help but put his hands over Simon’s shoulders and moan into his kisses.
. . .
They lay on their bed, limbs tangled in each other. Simon held Ryland to his chest, whispering praises into his ear. Ryland listening to Simon’s heartbeat. Both held calm and dearly. Grace relaxed into Simon’s arms.
Ryland’s shirt off.