2 - daddy kink
https://archiveofourown.org/works/93648191/chapters/250386636
Grace squints his eyes closed as he lays underneath Rocky. Close enough to feel his heat, but not touching the xenonite suit yet. Not allowed to. He's got a nice little red mark on the back of his hand for trying that earlier. His shirt is rolled up, but that's as far as they've gotten. And it's his fault, really.
"I don't know if I can do this, Rocky," Grace says. He presses his palms into his eyes, trying to scrub out the humor making him grin.
Rocky knocks a fist on the ground. "Not name right now. Use right name."