#also dew rests his head right there while aether jerks it because he really like to watch up close#just sayin
could i persuade you to say a little more
(I was JUST talking to @forlorn-crows about this! What a happy accident! )
It's late one night, they've already settled in for bed. Dew has his head on Aether's chest, curled up while Aether hums out a gentle tune and plays with Dew's hair, but Dew sees that bulge under the sheets. It was a long day, and Dew isn't particularly in the mood, but clearly Aether's body needs one last bit of relaxation before sleep can find him.
He doesn't say anything as he scoots down the mattress, planting soft, chaste kisses along his chest until he can rest his cheek against the softness of Aether's belly. Listening to his breathing and the interesting sounds his insides makes. The humming slows, but doesn't stop - not until Dew slides the sheet down Aether's hips, exposing the soft swell of his chubby cock. Aether still has a hand in his hair, claws sitting still against Dew's scalp as he waits. Waits for Dew to make a comment, a decision, something.
Dew sinks gentle fangs into the extra soft spot just below Aether's navel, nuzzles his hairy stomach, and wraps an arm around his thigh.
"Go on," Dew purrs, and Aether's cock twitches. "Let me watch you play with it."
Aether needs no further instruction - its not like this is the first time they've done this. He makes a pleased sound low in his chest, one that vibrates straight through Dew’s skull. Every sound Aether makes will have that same effect, and that's part of why Dew enjoys this view so much.
The other part is getting to see how worked up Aether gets like this, under such close scrutiny. The hand in Dew's hair slides down to hold the back of his neck, matching the grip Aether takes his pudgy length in. A thumb swipes back and forth over Dew's nape, just like Aether uses the other to rub little circles over the ridge of his tip, hidden by his foreskin. It's no time at all before that lovely, fat cock of his stands at full attention, and Dew's eyes trace every single touch Aether allows himself.
He takes his time like this, always does. Tugging with slow, twisting strokes that make every vein on his shaft fill out. Every peek Dew gets at the tip reveals more and more of a shine, a slick layer of precum he can just barely hear between slides of Aether's foreskin. Most of his focus is on the quickening of his breath, the deep rumbles of pleasure flowing into his head.
Dew's fingertips trace nonsensical patterns along the tender skin of Aether's inner thigh, muscles jumping under his delicate touch. He murmurs praise and soft questions into Aether's skin, but knows they go unheard. That's alright, he mostly saying them for himself anyway. So big, so hard, doesn't that feel good?
It's only when Aether changes the angle of his strokes, lets Dew see how purple and slippery the tip has gone, that the little ghoul lets himself be heard.
"Look how much it wants to cum," he coos, voice rough with exhaustion but still ripe with amusement. The hand on the back of his neck tightens. "Wonder what would happen if I just..."
It's all the warning Aether gets before a warm, elegant hand cups his fat sack.
"So heavy," Dew murmurs, and Aether makes the loveliest choking sound.
Dew palms his balls, gives them a nice squeeze, and delights in the way Aether's toes curl. He's one of the few who know how truly sensitive Aether is here, and it's something he'll forever take advantage of. He glides his fingers over them, massages until he earns his prize - a nice squirt of pre that lands right in Aether's happy trail. Dew shifts just enough to lap up every drop, and Aether's thighs tense up.
"Dew..."
"Hmm?" The little ghoul hums it into his skin, licks his lips, and one finger sneaks back to rub Aether's taint. Aether grips himself hard, is cock so stiff it must be painful, and Dew allows himself a sneaky little grin at the thought. "Oh, of course."
He adjust the angle of his head just enough for Aether to see that his mouth is open, and that's all it takes.
The groan Aether lets out as he shoots all over his belly, Dew's tongue and one particularly pretty spurt that stripes the bridge of his nose, damn near rattles the mattress. Dew watches it all, enraptured by every pump, every throb. By the sight of all that pearly fluid, every squirt and dribble, until Aether lets his satisfied cock rest in the cut of his hip. Dew licks up some of it, but Aether has never minded being left messy so he doesn't put in too much effort.
He scoots his way back up once Aether lets go of his neck, a shaky hand smoothing his hair, and offers Aether a smile.
"Better?"
Aether gathers up the stripe of cum crossing Dew's nose with two fingers, feeding it to the little ghoul with a lazy smile of his own.
"Better."
Dew nods, gives Aether the quickest peck on the lips, and hunkers down at his side once more. Rucking up the sheets until he's tucked in up to his shoulders.
"Love you," Aether says through a yawn, an arm slipping under the sheets so he can hold Dew's waist. Dew kisses the spot over his heart as Aether's satisfied purrs rapidly turn into snores.
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