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The old bedframe creaks under Adrian's weight as they oh-so-gently make their way onto it. The mattress itself is soft and worn with use over the years, and Grace fights the anxious desire to sink into it. He can feel his heartbeat in his chest with how nerve-wracking this all is.
As if he didn't agree to let Adrian settle between his naked thighs.
If he thinks about it too hard, his whole body flushes. This certainly isn't a feeling he's used to. He's had sex before, sure, but he's never felt a pull like this. Thoughts of sex with someone hasn't brought about a pleasant ache in his chest and a pulse in his—
"Grace is very leaky from genitals," Rocky chimes from his side. He's already settled into a comfortable loaf, and a small silicone rod rests by his side. His tune makes blood rush to Grace's face.
"That's— normal," he chokes out. He tries to turn off the feeling part of his brain and focus on the educational aspects. That's what this endeavor is, after all. "Sexual arousal causes, uh, leakiness in several areas. Body temperature rises, so sweat is common. It's common for salivation glands to activate."
Adrian interrupts with a soft warble. "Most leaky from genitals," they point out. "Process of self-lubrication, question?"
Grace has to grit his teeth through another stray clench of his insides. He's been trying not to think about how… leaky he's been for the past few hours, ever since they agreed that today will be the day. His boxers had a soaked patch when he peeled them off.
"Y-yes," he forces himself to say. "My type of genitals— a vulva— can produce lubrication to make sexual acts easier and more, uh, pleasurable. It's to, uh… help ease any unwanted friction."
He can hear Adrian clicking and humming to get a better sense of his body. His legs have to be spread wide in order to accommodate their carapace— they're nearly as tall as he is and twice as wide, and he was an idiot for trying to convince himself that it didn't affect him this much. That, and he supposes listening to Rocky wax poetic about them for half a decade gave him a bit of a crush on them. He was fully prepared to just let it be until they brought up how interested they are in all forms of human biology.
"Very pretty," he hears Adrian flute. "Insides are wet, too. More than on other days."
His hips shift up before he can stop them.
"Grace is very impatient," Rocky teases. His limbs remain under himself, though he's close enough that Grace can easily reach out. Rocky expressed some minor interest in today's lesson plan, though he admitted he was very curious about watching Adrian and Grace together.
"It's been years since I've been in a situation like this," Grace says, prickling a bit in defense. "Sensitivity can increase when there's little contact over a long period of time."
"Rocky touch Grace all the time," his friend says. "Grace does not react like this."
"This is different, Rock."
"How is this different, question?" Adrian asks. It's not judgmental— they genuinely want to know.
Grace wracks his brain to focus less on the teal-toned Eridian between his knees, and more on the biological aspects of sexual activity. It's more of a refresher, really— they've been over the purely scientific aspects before. It's how Adrian got to be so interested in human sex.
"Blood flow changes a bit, and some nerves are more sensitive because of it," he starts. "Like, uh… You remember how I don't like Rocky pinching my sides?"
As soon as the words are out of his mouth, his arm flies to cut off access to his sides. Just in time, as Rocky's claw gently jabs into his bicep instead.
"Yes," Adrian says, "Grace is ticklish. There is more blood in these areas now."
Grace nods, and swats at Rocky until he settles back down. Hesitantly, he relaxes his arms back into the mattress. He doesn't need to— they can 'see' his body just fine, even if he hides it from sight.
"M-my sides are more sensitive, and other parts of my body. They might tickle a bit, but, uh, they'd probably just feel good to be touched."
"Grace's erogenous zones, question?" He nods. "Can Adrian guess which areas, request?"
An electric tingle curls around his spine at the request. He nods, but his muscles refuse to relax even as he lays his head back. Adrian doesn't touch him right away, and he can hear them clicking to get an idea of where his blood is more concentrated.
Grace almost flinches when Rocky's limb rests against his chest.
"Grace needs to relax," he chirps. "Pressure still help relax when sexually aroused, question?"
Rocky's claws are above his sternum, gently pressing down in comforting circles. As teasing as Rocky has been all day, he can tell that Grace is tense. It does work to signal to Grace's nervous system to calm down, and he slowly relaxes back into the bed.
"Thanks, Rock."
"Good, good, good. Grace needs to relax to feel good."
Rocky keeps his limb on Grace as Adrian makes their move. They shift, carefully leaning over Grace (and wow that gets his heartrate up) and reaching a careful claw up. Grace is suddenly thankful that Eridians have five limbs to balance on, because it allows Adrian to use two limbs to gently prod at his upper body.
Adrian's claws first touch his lips, pulling a sudden sigh from Grace. He briefly wishes they could feel their actual carapace, not the form-fitting xenonite encasing them. They make a small trill as their claws move towards his cheeks and jaw. The other set of claws push past his hairline, carding through his hair and scratching at his scalp. This is a particular favorite of theirs, and something they do often. Grace never considered his scalp to be particularly sensitive when aroused, but it feels very nice to have Adrian gently scratch at him like this. He wonders if they're comparing his current reactions to how he typically responds.
"Pretty, pretty, pretty," they chirp. "Grace like this more now."
He doesn't feel like that requires a response other than leaning into their claws. Adrian rewards him with a little laugh. The soundwaves rumble through their carapace and offer a slight vibration against his scalp and cheek. It feels fantastic.
Adrian continues, claws gently squeezing and massaging his ears before curling under his jawline. They press against his pulse, marveling at how they can feel it through his skin. Claws continue down his neck and chest, both sets pressing against his surgery scars. He explained what those were long ago, but they've never been able to touch. Grace can't feel them touch the scars proper, but the skin around them is flushed and sensitive. Adrian even awes at how his chest rises and expands with each breath.
"Amaze, amaze, amaze," they coo.
Grace starts to get a little twitchier when they run their claws over his ribcage. It's easily his most ticklish spot and remains ticklish when they merely ghost over his skin.
"C-can I—?" He waits a moment before placing his hands on Adrian's and pressing them more firmly against his sides. He can feel the vibration of their voice through his ribcage, and the sensation is pleasant instead of tickling. His hands remain splayed on Adrian's 'forearms' as they press and rub along his ribs. A particular press along the underside, just above the sensitive skin of his belly, draws a short moan from Grace's mouth.
Both Eridians sing and hum about how pretty he sounds. Grace can feel his cheeks flush, but he doesn't feel a deep-seated need to be quiet like he has in the past. Embarrassment is still there, sure, but he's used to being more vocal on Erid. Even his sighs and pants carry more sound.
"Is Grace stomach sensitive, question? More than usual?"
"N-not usually," he says. "Normal amount of ticklish."
"Thought so. Some blood flow, but not much. Grace thighs look more aroused."
He almost feels the need to correct Adrian (it's not his thighs that are aroused), but then their claws are kneading at the muscle and flesh there and he doesn't find it in his heart. Adrian has a hard time reaching the outer portion of his thighs, due to the angle, but they seem plenty pleased to run their claws along his inner thighs. He feels them press into the arteries under his skin.
"Can feel Grace heartbeat in legs. Fascinating."
They take time to run their hands down the rest of his legs. His knees give them an amusing reaction, but they grow bored quickly and return to his middle. Grace swallows thickly as their claws trace up his thighs, across where leg meets hip, and settle to knead and pinch at his hips. He feels himself twitch up into their hold each time they press over his bones.
"Grace very sensitive here, question?" they ask. He can hear the equivalent of a smirk in their tune. He hums and nods. "Adrian can tell. Grace make very pretty noises."
"Grace leaking more, statement," Rocky adds. It's not helpful, since Grace has been actively trying to avoid the slickness he can very much feel. He's wet enough that it's started to leak onto the sheets underneath him, and each shift of his hips reminds him of that fact.
"Adrian touch Grace's vulva, request?"
He nearly chokes on his spit. The heavy petting has done it's job to get him worked up— he'll need to calm down a bit, or this lesson in anatomy will be over before either of them want it to be.
"Uh, yeah, but— slow. It's very sensitive there," he says. He quickly and clumsily continues to buy himself a few more seconds. "And, uh, I know we only briefly went over the differences between sex and gender, but, uh… Okay. I use both sets of terms for, uh… my stuff? Vulva is fine when we’re, uh, discussing it in general, but I use the other terms for the external parts."
Thankfully, Adrian leaves their claws on his hips as they digest the new information. "Only ‘vulva’ in classroom setting, clarification? In intimate setting, use ‘penis’ to refer to…"
Their respectful hesitation sends a surprising burst of affection through his chest. A smile pulls at his lips as he explains. "Uh, things like the mons pubis and urethra don't really matter. It's the, uh, the clitoris that I use different terms for."
His heartrate spikes as Adrian raises a third claw— seemingly unwilling to stop touching his hips— to hover over the mentioned anatomy. He can see where it's stiffened and erect under their claws.
"Use other reproductive system terms for this, question?" they ask.
"Penis, question?" Rocky pipes in. "♪♫♫♩, ♩♬♪, question?"
Grace doesn't recognize the new chords, but he has a feeling that he'd just be embarrassed to know. Rocky has had access to the internet for a long, long time.
"I don't want a translation for those," he says behind his hands. "Whatever you said, it's probably fine."
Rocky trills a quick laugh, and Adrian's claw— still not touching— drops a little. "Any other terms for internal parts, question?"
"♬♪♪♫, ♩♪♬♪♪," Rocky answers.
"Grace have favorite term, question?" they ask. Another twinge of affection goes through his chest, even if his face heats up.
"No," he chokes out. "No, just— whatever. It's fine, I don't want to know—"
Both Eridians laugh pleasantly. It's a teasing chord, but they move on to avoid Grace combusting into flames. Adrian distracts him by giving his hips a firm squeeze.
"Where Adrian touch first, question?"
Grace feels his body react to the question before his brain does. His— ugh, he's pretty sure Rocky said dick— twitches with interest while his cunt clenches around nothing. He doesn't know where he wants them to touch first, and doesn't know how to direct them without confusing them. So, he finds a compromise.
"Like, uh— like this," he says, reaching his hand down. The angle is weird, with Adrian still gripping his hips, but it's made easier by the fact they don't need a direct line of sight to know what he's doing.
Adrian moves their third claw back to give Grace's hand more room as he tentatively presses against himself. Their voice pitches in rapt attention as they watch. He doesn't touch his dick right away— it's too much for now— so he runs his fingertips along the slick folds. Both Adrian and Rocky are clicking intently, watching him move his fingers through his own mess. He spreads his fingers apart to press against both sides of his labia, starting low and gently dragging up.
"It's, uh, really sensitive, so be gentle, please?"
"Whatever Grace wants. Always," Adrian says, and Grace feels like a fool for expecting otherwise.
He forces his hand away from himself, biting back a whine from the loss of stimulation. Adrian seems to notice anyway, and quickly replaces his fingers with their claws. They press, two claws following the path he took. They press so gently that it makes a lump form in Grace's throat. He moans around it, head dropping back into his pillow.
"Feels good, question?"
He can only nod dumbly in response.
"Good enough to make human brain stupid," Rocky muses. Adrian hushes him playfully.
This continues for long enough that the uneven spikes of pleasure morph into steady, warm pulses. Grace's thighs are lax around Adrian's carapace, and his chest rises with each pant and gasp. At some point his hips have started to move on their own, pressing up into Adrian's claws. Grace can hear the slick sounds of the xenonite against his skin.
"Grace still want internal stimulation, question?"
The sudden question makes his hips almost jerk out of Adrian's hold. Grace tries to ignore how good it feels when they press him back down.
"Y-yeah, that's— uh, sure—"
"Hmm," Adrian hums. "Did not sound like consent."
He smiles against the sexual frustration. Adrian was so careful about all of this, so worried about overstepping or hurting him. They'd talked about human and Eridian concepts of consent, and Adrian had taken it very seriously.
"Yes," he corrects. "Yes, please. I would— I would like that."
"Grace is certain, question?"
Oh, now they're just teasing. They can be as bad as Rocky, sometimes.
"Yes, yes— Please, Adrian," he tries again. His hand fumbles around where Rocky is still loafed until his fingers brush against the soft silicone. He picks up the toy and hands it towards Adrian. "I— I want you to."
They trill a series of wordless, thoughtful notes and Grace is sure that they've just discovered the concept of begging. He's not a good beggar— if the complications of interspecies communication and consent wasn't present, he'd not have gotten this far. Thankfully, Adrian takes the toy from him.
"This tool is a good width, question?" they ask almost conversationally as they press it flat against him.
"Yea— yes, it's, uh…" he trails off as they twirl it, wetting the surface with his slick. It bumps against his dick, but he can't follow it with his hips as Adrian holds him firmly. When he doesn't finish his answer, Adrian pulls the toy off of him. "Uh. Yeah, it's about 3 centimeters— that's a good diameter. Many, uh, tools for sexual pleasure have more width to them."
"Grace not like more width, question?" they ask. Their voice is a little higher than usual, like they need to know Grace's preferences.
"I— sometimes I do. It's just been a while, so…" he trails off again, and this time Adrian allows it.
They press the silicone shaft back against him, using the rounded tip of it to follow the path that their claws took. They edge close to his dick, running it along the underside, but don't go further without permission. The tip glides back down to prod at where he's leaking.
"Adrian insert tool now, request?"
Grace nods faster than intended. His eyes flutter shut as he feels Adrian push it into him easily. It's a smooth toy with very few ridges or surface texture, and Adrian presses it in until their claws bump against his cunt. Grace can feel himself clench down on it.
"Pretty ♬♪♪♫," Adrian chimes. "Longer than usual. This is for sexual pleasure, question?"
They keep the toy still to give Grace a moment to answer. He tries to shift his hips to press against where he can feel their claws against his opening, but the claws on his hips won't let him.
"Yeah— b-blood flow allows the walls to expand, a-and the cervix moves up. It, uh— it feels good," he sighs. "You, uh— you gotta move, though—"
"Adrian knows," they chuckle. "Like hearing Grace talk."
That's all they say before gently pulling the toy out and thrusting it back in. Grace can feel it bump against something inside, though there's not as much of a stretch as he'd thought. Mostly, he can hear how wet he is around it. His dick pulses each time he hears the slick sounds as Adrian pushes the toy back in. They're gentle but methodical, testing out which angles get the prettiest sounds from him.
The building pleasure hits a plateau, and Grace feels like he's able to catch his breath. Not much, with Adrian still fucking the toy into him, but enough that he can take in his surroundings again. Rocky has leaned up closer to him, clicking and trilling in interest, and Adrian has his hips firmly pressed to the bed. He tries to roll his hips again, to no avail. Then, he sees which limb is holding the toy— the one with two longer, thinner sections to it. Adrian's big enough that one of their regular limbs wouldn't be reasonable, but his horny brain provides him with quick, approximate dimensions on the thinner parts.
"Ah—Adrian, can you—?" he tries to ask between gasps. They perk up and slow their pace a bit to let him speak. "Can you— Are you comfortable if— you— uh—"
"Grace brain is too stupid," Rocky chimes playfully. "Grace use words, or Adrian can't give what Grace wants."
He swallows and forces himself to try again. "Can you use— your arm? Please?"
Grace can hear the initial note of panic, so he quickly points a shaky finger at the limb holding the toy. Adrian pauses, curious, and (cruelly) pulls the toy out of him. By doing so, he can get a good visual comparison. The sections of limb are thicker than the toy, but not enough to potentially hurt him— they are wide enough to make his cunt clench in anticipation, though.
"This arm good width, question?" Adrian asks, gently waving the limb in question. "Length is too much, statement."
"A-agreed, too long— but, yeah," he stammers. "Yeah, width is good. Statement."
He hardly cares that Rocky is snickering at him as Adrian mercifully sets the toy aside. They gently do the same thing as they did with the toy, slicking it up along Grace's folds. He may be hallucinating it, but he thinks he can feel excited vibrations along their limb. It's momentary, though, before Adrian is shifting to get better access to his leaking cunt.
The press in is slow, much slower than with the toy. Adrian's limb has more texture to it, naturally and from the xenonite, and it feels so good. Grace's breath is stuttering as Adrian presses in until they bump against his cervix. He knows that's what they hit, because they comment on it in awe. He lets them click and vibrate and inspect his insides as he gets used to the small stretch.
"Grace is warmer inside," he hears them tell Rocky. "Very soft. Very pretty."
"Sounds leaky. Feels pleasant, question?"
"Yes, yes, yes."
"A-Adrian," Grace chokes out. He still can't move his hips, and it's slowly driving him crazy.
Adrian purrs in apology, sweetly squeezing his hips before moving inside of him. There's more exploratory movement at first, with shallow thrusts that seem more intent on mapping out his internal walls than finding what makes him gasp. Something about that settles a pleasant fog over his brain, as if all he can do is lie there and take it. He can feel movement deep inside him, and imagines them flexing their claws to press against his walls.
When they finally give him a proper thrust, a sob is ripped from his throat. He follows it with a quick, yes, please, to avoid the Eridians panicking, and is rewarded with another thrust. Adrian fucks into him at an easy pace, almost delighting in how he squirms. He hasn't been able to stay still since they sunk their limb into him. They finally repeat the angle that they liked with the toy, and soon Grace can't hold back the little ah-ah-ahs.
"Grace feel good, question?" Rocky asks. Grace absently reaches for him, curling an arm around him.
"Uh-huh," he nods dumbly. He knows Rocky will tease him for it, but he doesn't particularly care as Adrian presses against a very good spot.
Adrian sings something about the internal anatomy— something about the bladder and "♪♫♫♩" nerves— but he is not in the right mind to translate. He lets their chords drift over him and tries to focus on the sensation of them fucking him. The heat and pleasure in his belly continue to build. He's tempted to reach down and start stroking his dick, since that's normally what he needs to finish, but… curiosity stays his hand.
He can hear them both continue to offer praise, chiming about how pretty or soft he is, as the pleasure grows. Near-constant gasps and moans are coming from him, and they tell him how pretty he sounds. With each praise, he can feel his cunt and dick spasm until the heat runs deeper.
"Adrian, don't— ah— don't stop until—"
They ask something, but he can't make it out as his body coils tight. He's so close, cheeks and groin hot, but he still doesn't touch his dick. Something feels different this time, he's getting closer and he's never been able to come untouched and how hot would it be if he could—
"Fuck!" he sobs, curling around the force of his orgasm. His hand grips hard onto Rocky as his legs uselessly snap closed around Adrian's carapace.
Dutifully, just as he'd requested, Adrian doesn't stop thrusting into him as he rides the orgasm out. It eventually gets to be too much, and he curls a hand around their 'wrist' and pull them in. They press deep inside, and he ruts against them as much as he can. He knows he isn't hallucinating their vibrations now— he can feel it under his fingertips and soothing the aftershocks.
"Grace ♬♪♪♫ is twitching," they warble in awe. It seems to be more for Rocky, but now Grace can follow along. "Squeezed down with a gush of ♬♫♪♪♩♬. Very soft."
Grace drops his bead back to his pillow, panting. He removes his hand from Adrian's limb, but they do not pull it out of him yet. They continue to talk with Rocky, sharing their findings, as Grace catches his breath. Eventually, they catch his attention.
"Grace is comfortable with how much width, question?" they ask.
His traitor of a dick twitches in interest when he realizes that they're asking how big can you take?
"Uh," he hums, shifting his hips. Their claws have stopped pressing him down, now resting and petting him. "Let me think. Uhm… Diameter wise, a little over 5 centimeters? That's a little under 18 centimeters in circumference. M-maybe a little bigger, if it's gradual."
Adrian hums, and Grace can feel the vibrations inside. He sighs, lazily rocking his hips against as they consider something. Not enough to get him going again, but enough to chase the small amount of pleasure there.
Rocky finishes tapping his claws and perks up. "Rocky has less than that! Adrian ovipositor is a little larger, but it could work!"
"What?"
"Grace could fit ovipositors, if Grace desires," Adrian echoes.
"Uh—" His cunt clenches down, pleasure spiking as they continue.
"Both Rocky and Adrian ovipositors. Not too wide to hurt Grace. But only if Grace wants."
Rocky wiggles next to him, rising a limb. "Grace can also fit Rocky arm! Not too big."
Adrian is still humming when the visuals of their suggestion hit Grace like a truck— him underneath his two favorite Eridians, claws keeping his hips still as they push their own reproductive organs into him, filling him and— his second orgasm comes suddenly and quickly. He shakes apart on Adrian's limb, whining and grinding down onto them.
There's a brief, almost startled silence that follows. Grace's face is warm as he realizes what happened.
"That, uh… yeah." He nods sheepishly, breathing heavy. "I think that's, uh, that's the answer."
"Good answer!" Rocky enthuses. "Seems like fun. Grace should have fun, Grace deserves to feel good."
Grace smiles at him as he reaches down to help Adrian ease out of him. They seem worried when he winces and shivers, but he reassures them with a tired smile. He's tempted to ask them exactly how big their organs are, but Rocky interrupts his thought process.
"Grace can orgasm how many times, question?"
"Uh… two is usually a good number, honestly," he answers. The sleepy fog drifting over him is almost enough to keep him from getting flustered.
Rocky sags a bit, fluting a pathetic tune. Adrian purrs in response as Grace smiles.
"What's that about, bud?"
"Rocky wanted to try," he says. His chords are evenly tuned, but Grace can tell he's trying not to pout. "Looks like fun for Grace and Adrian."
Affection warms his chest, and Grace pulls Rocky into a hug. "You're whining because you didn't get a turn? We were in space for like, five years."
"Yes, but Rocky Grace not interested back then. Unless… question?"
"Nah, you're right. I mean— I don't think I would have said no, but we had other things on our mind."
"No other things on mind on Erid," Rocky says. "Rocky can give plenty of time to Adrian Grace."
He likes how Adrian Grace sounds in Rocky's voice, and it almost distracts him from what Rocky is talking about. Grace does a quick mental scan of his body.
"I can't promise I'll be able to… y'know, have another orgasm, but… If you wanted to, uh…"
Rocky perks up so fast it's endearing. "Grace want Rocky to touch, question?"
"If you just want to explore, yeah. I just— it might be really sensitive, so be gentle."
"So so so gentle," Rocky promises.
The Eridians move surprisingly quick. They have to all shift around to allow Adrian room behind Grace, but soon enough he's leaned against their carapace. Two of their arms bracket him in like a hug. Rocky is small enough that Grace's hips aren't strained to accommodate him.
"M-maybe just the outside?" Grace bashfully suggests. "Inside might be too much."
Rocky starts the same way Grace showed Adrian, two smaller claws gently pressing against his opening and smoothing upwards. He briefly comments on how swollen it looks, and Grace has enough wherewithal to explain how the vestibular bulbs can expand under the skin. He can hear Rocky clicking to get a subdermal read.
"Adrian was right. Grace ♪♫♫♩ very pretty and soft. Messy, messy, messy," Rocky chides as he runs his fingers through the mess between his legs.
Before long, Rocky's claws are bracketing his dick. He has to dip back down to gather leftover slick, but the friction is enough to start building a familiar heat in Grace's gut. His hips twitch violently whenever Rocky touches his dick's glans too directly, but his best friend gets the hint and explores around the area. Grace relaxes back into Adrian and loses himself in the sensations.
Grace lets himself lazily grind up into Rocky's claws. His dick continues to stiffen despite the overstimulation, and he tests his tolerance by shifting enough to put it right under Rocky's touch. It's still sensitive, but not enough to be too much.
"O-okay," he says shakily, hoping Rocky can understand what he's asking for.
Of course, Rocky does. He presses right at the root of Grace's dick, just below where Grace wants him. He almost whines, but then Rocky starts to hum. Loudly. He must also be doing something under Grace's range of hearing, because his claws are vibrating more powerfully than Adrian's had. Grace cries out and tries to jerk up, but Adrian reaches down and places a claw over the fresh bruising on his hips.
Rocky works carefully, slowly moving his claws closer and closer to where Grace is most sensitive. It allows a slower build up, so when he's finally putting direct pressure and vibration on Grace's dick, he's nearly sobbing with pleasure.
"Grace sounds so pretty," Adrian flutes.
"Pretty, pretty, pretty," Rocky agrees. His claws close around Grace's dick and he's so full of heat and it feels so good but it's not enough, he can't—
"Rocky, please—" Grace sobs. His thighs strain open, shaking under the pressure. The lower half of his body is searing hot and he's so close— can he even?—
"Yes Grace? Use words, statement."
"I-inside, please— Both, I need both—"
He registers Rocky's excited trills as another one of his limbs slides under him, through the slick and mess. His limb is larger than the one Adrian fucked him with, and for a moment he's worried about pain, but Rocky's claws are still against his dick as he fucks into him and he's so full and hot. Distantly, he can hear himself scream-gasping as he holds onto Adrian like a lifeline.
"Please— please, please—" he's begging despite himself.
Rocky's far enough into him that it bumps against his cervix, and he's vibrating there, too. Grace is so close that his chest seizes, and all he needs Rocky to do is fuck into him once and he's shaking apart again. His voice catches as his lungs stop working, body arching under the force of his third orgasm.
Grace thinks he might black out for a few seconds, because the next thing he's aware of is the worried trilling and fluting of his favorite Eridians. He's still slumped against Adrian, legs limp on the bed around Rocky. Rocky has removed his claws from Grace's dick, but his limb is still pressed deep inside his cunt. Just like how he told Adrian to do. That piece of information causes him to clench down weakly, sending a tremor of toomuchtoomuch through Grace.
"I'm— I'm 'kay," he slurs. "Good— good."
The clumsy attempt at reassurance seems to be enough, as they both relax. Grace gives himself another few seconds to appreciate how full he feels, before Rocky finally pulls out of him. There's an obscenely wet noise when he does, and Rocky is quick to comment on it.
"So messy," he warbles with a pleasant tone. "Grace messy all the time, even messier now. This is sign that Adrian Rocky did good, question? Grace feel good?"
"Uh-huh," he nods. "Very good. Thank you."
Adrian trills happily, scratching clean claws through his hair. It feels so nice, he might just fall asleep against them.
"Grace stop breathing during third orgasm. This is normal, question?"
He tries to nod against the claws on his scalp. "For some. Means— strong one. Good sign."
"So Rocky win, question?"
The question catches him off-guard enough to laugh out loud. "What?"
Rocky stands proudly between his legs, one of his arms still glistening with slick. Ew. "Rocky help Grace have strong orgasm. Rocky wins!"
"Was it a competition?" he chuckles, looking back at Adrian.
"No," they say simply. "Fun, but not a competition."
"If Adrian doesn't want a competition, then it means Rocky wins."
Adrian does the Eridian equivalent of rolling their eyes, and directs their focus to Grace. They help him move until he's lying down, and settle behind him as a big spoon.
"You know, technically, they gave me two orgasms," Grace points out, sleepily nuzzling into his pillow. His thighs are filthily slick, but he doesn't care. He'll bathe later.
Rocky protests this new information, but Grace doesn't bother to listen. He makes grabby-hands at Rocky until his friend comes to sit by his chest. Grace wraps an arm around him and pulls him close.
"Grace sleep," Adrian purrs from behind. "We watch."