Pairing: Mountain/Dew/Swiss/Rain/Aether; Everyone/Aether
Rating: M
Tags: group sex, body worship, self-conscious aether, embarrassment, big dick aether, blowjobs, very handsy ghouls. See Ao3 for full tag list. 1,574 words.
A/N: Once again inspired by pictures of Aether's gigantic bulge. AU of sorts where Aether never left the band for the sole purpose of squeezing him into the Skeleta uniform. And of course, none of the other ghouls can resist getting their hands on him once they see.
Ao3 Link
He's uncomfortable, to say the least. Everything is too tight, clinging to his skin in ways he is not used to. Not even the gray pants with the suspenders felt this restrictive. It doesn't help that the ministry fitting room has mirrors across the length of each wall, offering a nearly 360 degree view of his body stuffed inside that skintight bodysuit, adorned with sparkling crystals and airbrushed skeleton bones.
He stares back at himself with a frown. The suit leaves nothing to the imagination, and even though the seamstress promised that there would be a tailcoat to go over it, and that he would be wearing a dance belt beneath it to keep things in place, he can't get past how obscene he must look.
The bulge between his legs is prominent, to say the least. Aether reaches down to adjust himself for the millionth time, but all it does is shift everything to the side. There's nowhere to hide it, and if anything, it makes it worse.
Everything else is accentuated too, the fat of his belly, the curve of his ass. The way the fabric stretches dangerously tight across the swell of chest. And to make it all worse, he can very clearly see the outline of his underwear across his thighs beneath the thin fabric.
A knock at the dressing room door startles Aether out of his thoughts.
"Aeth, hurry up! We're all waiting to see!" Dew calls excitedly from the other side of the door, and then he knocks again even louder, for good measure.
"Just a second!" He answers back in a panic, face going red hot. He'd never really been self-conscious about his body before, but the way that the skintight fabric of the bodysuit clings to every curve and bulge and swell of flesh is jarring, to say the least.
He feels exposed.
Dew knocks again a moment later and Aether capitulates. No going back now, he supposes with a sigh.
"Alright fine, come in!" he calls, face still burning red.
The door swings open and Dewdrop walks into the dressing room, followed closely behind by Mountain, Swiss, and Rain.
Aether turns to face them and instantly, Dew stops dead in his tracks and bursts out laughing like a maniac.
"Dew!" Rain scolds immediately. But as soon as he sees Aether for himself, he gasps, covering his mouth with his hand.
Swiss wolf whistles, and Mountain stands dead silent beside him, staring.
Aether is so mortified he could die, but before he can say anything Dew composes himself enough to stop laughing. He wipes a tear from his eye and points directly at Aether's crotch.
"Holy fuck, Aether, look at that thing," he says, genuinely in awe, still pointing between Aether's legs. "That is a fucking weapon," Dew continues despite Aether's obvious misery. "Papa's gonna get arrested if he walks you out on stage like that." And then he's laughing again, like he can't help himself.
Aether would like to disappear, thank you very much. It doesn't help that he's the only one in costume, the rest of them having had their fittings a few days prior. He curls in on himself self-consciously, turning to face away from his bandmates' prying eyes.
That just makes it worse.
"Holy shit," he hears Swiss say the second he gets a glimpse of his ass. Mountain draws in a shaky breath.
Aether groans, scrubbing his hands across his face. He's ready for the experience to be over as soon as possible.
"No, no, Aeth, are you kidding me?!" Dew exclaims, finally acknowledging Aether's discomfort. He steps in close and reaches forward to run his hand up the length of Aether's torso. "You look fucking amazing like this." He stops to rest his palms on the swell of Aether's tits. Two perfect handfuls for Dew.
"All wrapped up like a gift," Swiss agrees with a grin, moving to stand directly behind him, admiring the view from behind once again. Aether yelps as Swiss presses himself against his backside and cups one of his ass cheeks in the palm of his hand. Beside him, Mountain grunts in agreement as he crowds in beside Swiss and Aether feels one of his big hands squeeze its own handful of his other cheek.
"Mm," Rain hums stepping up besides Dew. He runs an elegant hand across the swell of his belly, traveling slowly, slowly downward, agonizingly slow. Trailing those perfect fingers down his body until he cups Aether in his palm and squeezes.
Aether yelps. Things have taken a turn quickly; they've got him boxed in now, crowding in and touching all over his body. Appreciating every curve and swell, every inch of flesh. All of his muscles and fat, so many sensations that Aether goes dizzy with it, self-consciousness beginning to fade away with the pleasure of being felt up by so many roaming hands.
Instead he focuses where he can. On the way Dew kneads at his tits, pinches his nipples through the fabric. The way Mountain leans down to mouth at his neck as he glides the palm of his big hand up and down, across the curve of his ass cheek and up to his hip, down to the meat of his thigh and back up again. He feels Swiss press up against him, the way he squeezes the muscle of his behind, fingers pressing into flesh hard enough to bruise. It takes his breath away. He's fully hard now, too, with the way Rain is squeezing him, working him up. The bodysuit was tight down there before, but with his cock fully filled out it's even more restrictive.
"You're so fucking hot, Aeth," Dew murmurs, standing up on his tippy toes to nip at Aether's shoulder, fangs pricking the delicate fabric of the bodysuit. "Look so good like this," Aether gasps and he feels Dew grin against him, still squeezing and pawing and kneading at his chest.
In front of him, Rain drops to his knees to nuzzle at him. Drags his lips across the front of the suit, mindful of the crystals that dot the fabric. Aether groans and tips his head back against Mountain's chest
"Dew," Aether hears Rain whisper. "Look."
He sees Dew look down to where Rain sits between his knees.
"Fuck," Dew whispers back. Aether is so hard that the fabric of the suit doesn't stand a chance in concealing anything. It does nothing to hide him, and Dew can see it all. The outline of him so clear and visible that he can see the ridge of the head, the tiniest dark spot soaking through at the tip. He can see it all, the thick vein running up the underside, the swell of his balls, hanging heavy against the seam of the suit's crotch.
The way they're all over him feels so good he's dizzy. He's long lost count of whose hands are whose, of who is touching him where. Are those Dew's hands squeezing his thighs? Swiss' hands reaching around to knead at his chest? Is that Mountain's hand, bigger than all the rest, stroking the length of him through the fabric? Are those Rain's soft lips, nipping playfully at his balls, mouthing at his crotch until the fabric goes damp?
He closes his eyes and loses himself in the feeling, of being overwhelmed by the group of them worshiping his body. Telling him how good he feels, how perfect he looks. Delicious, like a treat. A gift for them to enjoy. How they can't wait for the world get to see him like this too. Fully exposed, on display like he was always meant to be.
"Dew, I - fuck," Aether chokes out. "I - I think I'm gonna…" he trails off with a groan, hips twitching up. He gasps and squeezes his eyes shut as Rain nips at his tip once again.
Behind the rush of blood in his ears, he hears the sound of the zipper being dragged down. Feels it click, click, click down slowly, one tooth at a time until cool air hits his chest. Dew works to peel the bodysuit off of him, multiple sets of hands chasing every piece of newly exposed flesh as it goes. Rain helps him as he gets lower, tugs and shimmies that tight, stretchy fabric over his belly, down his hips, and past his thighs. Someone drags his briefs down until the whole uniform pools around his ankles and he's left completely naked, pressed between the four of them.
He opens his eyes just in time to look down and see Rain take him properly in his mouth. The 360 degree mirrors in the room offer him a view of everyone with their hands on him and that's enough to set Aether off immediately. He comes with a shout, sagging back into Swiss and Mountain's waiting arms.
He opens his eyes and Dew swoops up for a kiss, filthy and deep, licking his way into Aether's mouth until they're both moaning into it. When Dew pulls back, Aether is left panting and sweaty. Completely taken apart with his brand new uniform still sitting in a puddle at his feet. Mountain wraps an arm around his waist as Swiss helps him step out of it.
Aether still isn't convinced he actually likes this new uniform, but with a reaction like that, he doesn't think it'll take long for him to change his mind.
Word Count: no fuckin idea I wrote it on tumblr mobile LMFAO
Summary: Rain can't cum. A doctor's visit is in order. What will happen.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BELOVED @divine-misfortune!!!!! We are TWINS I am sharing cake with you 🍰🍰 (and with @wrathofrats who greenlit this idea teehee 🍰)
For no particular reason at all I felt like Void deserved Dr. Aether helping new summon Rain understand, and in fact learn new things about, his body. I hope you enjoy!! Freak <3
Contains: transmasc Rain (use of cunt/clit/cock and also medical terminology), unethical medical professional Aether, medfet, dubcon, forced orgasms, intox (mild drugging/quintosis), virginity kink, glove kink, Rain's tentacle (in a slightly different presentation), a little crying as a treat
Rain fidgets with the edge of the flimsy paper blanket that's been tossed over him, chewing his lip and counting the little holes in the drop ceiling. He's only been waiting for a few minutes, but his heart has already started skipping away in anticipation. He shifts and the paper covering the exam table sticks to his bare back, crinkling--he's already started to sweat a little.
It's not that Rain is afraid of the clinic, per se, but it's never the most comfortable place to visit. It's cold and sterile, smells too strongly of disinfectant. It makes him itchy. The table he's laid out on, while cushioned, hurts his back, and the threadbare gown the nurse insisted he change into feels all scratchy against his skin. Little irritants that make him frustrated to even be here, but at this point he doesn't think there are any other options.
A quick rap on the door makes Rain jump, trying to squeeze his thighs together despite his legs being up in stirrups. He makes sure the paper sheet is covering everything and clears his throat, shooting for calm and cool.
"Come in," he half-squeaks, and tells himself not to blush as the door swings open. Hinges creak and heavy footfalls follow, and a wave of relief washes over Rain when Omega steps into view. Familiar faces and all that.
"Good afternoon Rain," he greets with a nod, clipboard in hand and starched white coat neatly in place. He's expressionless, but in a professional way. "What brings you in to see us today?"
Rain gulps. He'd already given the nurse the rundown, had Omega not looked at that clipboard? He twists his hands into the pointless blanket again.
"I, um." He clears his throat while Omega looks down at him. He sets his things on the counter and moves to wash his hands, and Rain breathes a sigh of relief. It's easier to talk without those ultraviolet eyes boring into him. "I...I think there's something wrong with my, uh." Another throat clear, a nervous hand combing through his curls. "My, uh...my clit?"
Omega's eyebrows don't so much as twitch while Rain feels himself go hot straight down his throat. Omega simply nods, striding over to a series of boxes mounted to the wall. He grabs a pair of stretchy black gloves from the one marked extra large and Rain has to look away when he snaps them on.
"What sort of problem are you experiencing?" There's a metallic squeak, and Rain turns back to find Omega moving a stool to the base of his exam table with one foot. "Pain, reduced sensation, numbness?"
He takes a seat, tall enough to still be able to peer over Rain's suspended legs as he starts rolling up the paper covering them. Rain doesn't blink as he watches inch after inch of skin be exposed to cold, clinical eyes.
"No, n-nothing like that," he mumbles. This is so embarrassing, why is he behaving like this? He told himself on the way here this would be a simple conversation, but as the words pile up in the back of his throat Rain feels more and more nauseous. "I just...recently, it's been...I'm not..."
Omega's gotten the paper sheet pushed all the way up now, bunched at his hips, and he looks so huge between his spread thighs that Rain shivers. Omega places both palms on his knees, encouraging him to relax, and with a deep, defeated sigh Rain confesses.
"I can't cum."
"...I'm sorry?"
Omega's eyes sit wider now, despite his otherwise stoic facade. He blinks and Rain mirrors it, silence hanging in the air for a handful of long seconds. Rain feels his traitorous clit give the ghost of a twitch under the pressure of Omega's gaze, and he sighs. Might as well just get it out in the open.
"For the past month or so," he explains, somber. Picking at a cuticle to hide the way his hands tremble. "No matter what I try, who I try, I just...can't. It's like I get so close and then...nothing."
It's an oversimplification, but it gets the bulk of his concerns out in the open. His mouth feels so dry, his stomach in knots, but Omega simply watches him as he would any other patient. Making mental notes, maybe? Rain isn't sure.
"How long have you been Above?"
"Six months," Rain replies. It's his anniversary next week. Close enough, he figures.
"And you had no trouble before this?"
"No, never!" Rain says it far more emphatically than he means too, and the tiniest smirk quirks Omega's lips. Rain licks his own, face hot. "Um, n-no," he corrects, softer. "Nothing like this."
"Interesting." Rain watches those huge hands vanish behind the sheet, heavy palms placed at the tops of his inner thighs. "Let's take a look, shall we?"
Rain hisses through his nose when Omega's thumbs spread his folds, exposing his most secret places. Examining with careful fingers and hums of consideration. Rain tries his best to focus on his breathing while Omega pokes and prods, but can't help the occasional quick breath or soft sigh. Omega's hands may be massive, but they're precise and gentle. Rain can feel him touching everywhere, from his mound to his lips, brushing over his hole and eventually landing on his clit. Holding the already impressive length of it between thumb and forefinger, moving it around for inspection. It feels far, far better than it should. Rain bites tongue, but knows Omega must feel it throbbing. He can't help it. His heart has started fluttering faster, the glide of the nitrile between his legs too lovely to ignore, but fuck does he not need to be wet right now.
"Well, I don't see any physical deformities." Omega says, suddenly pulling away before Rain can hide his shocked gasp. It earns him a raised eyebrow and Rain tries to shrink into the exam table. "No bruising, no redness, no swelling." Omega peels his gloves off, dumping them in the waste bin and retrieving his clipboard and pen. He pauses before starting to notate, and stares pointedly between Rain's legs. "Well, no abnormal swelling, at least."
Rain slams his eyes shut before he can catch Omega's smirk, and his clit pulses again. He knows it's gone all chubby, what else could be expected with Omega...examining him like that?
"I'm going to send in a colleague," Omega speaks over the scratch of the pen, and Rain peeks through a cracked eyelid. "He's a water ghoul specialist, I'm sure he'll be able to assist with your...problem."
Rain blanches. A colleague? Someone else was going to see him like this? He rushes to push the paper sheet back up over his knees and Omega chuckles.
"No need for modesty, we've seen it all before." He finishes his notes and sets the clipboard down, heading for the door. He detours back to the table at the last moment, rests a hand on Rain's knee. "Just take some deep breaths, Rain. You'll be fine."
A reassuring pat follows, and a waft of gently spiced cologne is the only thing Omega leaves in his wake.
Rain immediately groans at the empty room, covering his burning face with both hands and rubbing his eyes until colors burst behind them.
"What the fuck."
It was torture enough trying not to pop a boner in Omega's skilled hand, but now he has to deal with someone else? It's more than a little tempting to roll off this table and slink out of the clinic before this new guy shows up and Rain has to embarrass himself all over again. As much as he misses being able to jizz his brains out, this can't possibly be worth it.
He's gotten the sheet off entirely, one leg slung out of a stirrup, and this time the knock on the door comes too late. It's already opening before Rain can cover up, and he looks on in horror as another familiar face gets an eyeful of his entirely exposed cunt.
"Aether?"
The other ghoul blinks behind his glasses, caught somewhere between professionally pleasant and very surprised. Rain scrambles to cover up again, chirruping when he whacks his ankle trying to get it back in the stirrup. He's brick red by the time he settles down, and finds Aether standing at the counter calmly reviewing his chart.
"S-sorry," he stammers, trying to get his ass back to the edge of the table. "I didn't...I was...I'm -"
"It's perfect normal to be nervous in a medical setting, Rain." He says it in a tone Rain has never hears before, and it makes his ears perk up. It's deep and soothing, rich in a way that demands you listen. It calms something in his chest, and Rain takes a deep breath. "Give me just a moment to review Omega's notes, alright?"
"Okay."
It's barely whispered, and Rain tells himself to relax. It doesn't do much, but the lingering tingle of Aether's words helps. He takes a beat to observe the other ghoul; while Omega was dressed in a smart button down and slacks under his white coat, Aether wears a set of deep purple scrubs. There's a badge clipped to his pocket with a picture of him, his name and a yellow sticker reading STUDENT. It's peeling at the edges, must have been there for a while now. The overhead fluorescents make the silver frames of his glasses sparkle, and his sensible sneakers squeak when he drops the clipboard and moves to scrub his hands.
"So, you're having trouble achieving orgasm?"
Rain squeezes his eyes shut. With Omega it felt like there was enough distance to answer (mostly) truthfully. How is he supposed to do the same with the first person that was ever inside him?
"Uh, y-yeah," Rain manages, voice thick. He takes a deep breath and balls his fists into his gown. "For, um...a few weeks now."
"Weeks?"
Rain damn near flinches. The word isn't meant to be sharp, but it cuts deep anyway. He's slept with nunerous ghouls in those weeks, Aether included, and clearly no one had been the wiser to his artificially whorish moans.
"Sorry," he mumbles, but nods anyway. "It's like...when I try, it's like I can get right there, but then..."
Rain waves his hand, the same half-explanation delivered in nearly the same way. Easy. Simple. Fix it please fix it.
"Then...what?"
Rain blinks and turns to find Aether watching him with an arched brow and a pair of his own gloves in hand--Rain wishes he'd seen what size Aether needed. But he's clearly waiting for something, and Rain lets his mouth hang open for a moment while he processes.
"Then I just...don't...cum?"
"Yes, I understand that complaint." Aether chuckles, tugging on the nitrile much slower than Omega had. Probably because Rain can't stop staring at the shape his rings make under the plastic. "But what is it, exactly, that stops you?"
He snaps the other glove on, loud and sharp, and Rain's clit twitches.
"Pain? Loss of arousal? The urge to urinate?"
"No!" Rain protests far too ardently, and there's that raised brow again. How can someone who has spent so much time between his legs feel so...unfamiliar? "N-no, nothing like that," Rain says, calmer. "It's...it's more like..."
He's been struggling to describe the sensation since he first felt it, one balmy summer afternoon spent high as a kite in Mountain's greenhouse. Riding him slow and deliberate while the other ghoul shotgunned smoke straight from his gills. It was the same as ever, a slow build to a firm plateau that signaled him to sneak a hand between their bodies and play with his little cock. He remembers moaning into Mountain's mouth as he got closer, remembers clenching and pulsing and being so close to tipping over the edge it wouldn't have taken more than a light breeze.
But then there was this...pressure. There's no other way to describe it. It's different than what he feels when he's about to squirt, higher and deeper. It's like there's something coiled up inside him, waiting to spring forth. He'd tried pushing past it, but nothing could get him over that firm wall of pleasure bordering on pain. So he'd faked it. Wrapped himself around Mountain’s broad torso with a series of broken moans and irregular clenches. Milked him through his own orgasm with the skills of a silver screen starlet, Mountain left none the wiser.
Rain hoped it was a one time thing, but when he'd tried to rub one out before bed the next night it was the same situation. Just a build up that became more and more frustrating as relief seemed to creep further and further away. Not a toy in his collection could do the job, not a mouth or cock or cunt could satisfy.
But how do you boil all that down to a simple sentence for your doctor? Rain rolls the words around in his mind, testing out phrases and stammering through excuses. His stomach cleches as Aether stares him down, taking a seat on the stool and getting ready to wheel himself between Rain's tense thighs.
"I don't know," he whines in lieu of a real answer, leaning towards pathetic. Aether usually likes pathetic.
"Well I can't really help if you can't tell me the problem," Aether says with a cool chuckle. It would come across as friendly to anyone that knew him, but there's a detachment in his tone here that makes Rain's nipples hard. "That being said, I do have a guess. How about I ask you some questions during my exam? Would that be easier?"
He gestures between Rain's legs, and after one more deep breath Rain nods. Aether smiles without his eyes, scooting into position. He doesn't take up as much space as Omega, few do, but his shoulders still touch Rain's exposed thighs as he rolls up the sheet.
"Just relax," Aether encourages. "You're in good hands."
He holds one up, clad in black, and Rain's cunt pulses so hard it makes Aether look down. It's impossible to miss the flash in his eye, but his expression remains professionally neutral.
"I'll start with an external exam-"
"Oh, Omega already did that."
Aether looks up over his glasses and Rain's stomach swoops.
"Yes, I saw his notes. However, I like my exams to be very thorough." Thumbs spread him again, and Rain gasps. "And I'm more knowledgeable about water ghoul anatomy than he is. So please, don't argue."
Rain breathes deep and slow as thick but obviously skilled fingers go to work. Inspecting him just as Omega had, but with much more slowness and intent. He talks as he works, and every word makes Rain's ears go pinker.
"Vulva appears healthy, labia minora and majora both moist and pink. Evidence of flushing present, indicative of arousal."
Rain tries to shrink into himself, but has nowhere to go. Aether's unoccupied hand moves to Rain's thigh, and he peeks over the sheet just enough to make eye contact that freezes Rain in place.
"Please don't move," he admonishes, and Rain can only nod as he goes back to work. "Thank you," he says in that almost-friendly tone, and the oddest sort of shiver crawls up Rain's spine.
"Vaginal opening appears normal in color and lubrication," he continues, and the color in Rain's ears spreads to the rest of his face when a gloved fingertip brushes over his hole. "Perhaps more lubrication than normal," Aether comments, and if Rain could melt into the table he would.
Still, his clit throbs, and there really is no way to know if that's why Aether focuses there next. Rain bites his cheek when he takes thay short length in the same grip Omega had, but something about it is different. Omega had used his fingers like tweezers, holding from the top. Aether, though, has a finger curled along the underside of his clit while his gloved thumb runs over the edge of the hood. It's intimate and unsettling all at once, and Rain feels himself clench around nothing.
"Clitoris appears healthy, no bruising or swelling evident." Aether continues, seemingly oblivious to Rain's snapping cunt. "Clitoris also appears flushed and engorged, signifying arousal. Erectile tissues appear intact."
Rain's red right down past the collar of his gown when Aether looks up at him again, and his eyes are crinkled at the corners.
"This is a perfectly normal reaction to the exam," Aetber assures him, tone light and genial. "And since your complaint is arousal based, this is a good thing!" Rain agrees to disagree, but his clit pulses against Aether's finger hard enough to make him grunt. "Is this how you normally respond to direct stimulation?"
Rain blinks at the question. It's one Aether already knows the answer to, of course, but as the seconds tick by this feels less and less like the Aether he knows. The one who filled him with his first load and gave him his first orgasm. So many firsts, really, and so many flings spent in broom closets and in the back row of the chapel during mass. Aether knows his body.
But this doesn't feel like Aether, and while the touch may be familiar his behavior is different enough that, if Rain tries just a little harder...
"Y-yes," he admits in a small voice, and sighs when Aether starts thumbing over the head. "I...I've always been, um. Sensitive. Down there."
Hell, if it's gonna feel like a first time he's damn well gonna act like it's a first time.
"I see," Aether hums, and Rain can't believe how thrilled he is that the other ghoul is playing along. "And you say that the problem only occurs close to orgasm?"
Rain hesitates, nods, and Aether returns it with another flash in his eye.
"Very well. Let's get you there then, shall we?"
That same disarming smile makes Rain's breath catch in his throat. Then Aether's fingers start to move, stroking motions that have his hips twitching in an instant, and alarm bells ring in his head.
"Wh-what?" Rain gasps as he pushes himself up, trying to look over his modesty sheet. "What are you-"
Rain cuts himself off with a soft choke when Aether squeezes the base of his clit, pulling with a firm grip that makes his head spin. He doesn't look up from Rain's cunt, other hand resting at the apex of his thighs to keep him spread.
"What were you expecting?" Aether asks it with a touch of condescension, motions never stopping. "I need to replicate the circumstances to observe your symptoms, do I not?"
Rain really hadn't thought about it, honestly, and with every pass of those gloved fingers he can think of less and less. The anxiety of it never fades though, despite the pleasure being forced into his body. His heart races, sweat breaking out along his brow, chest heaving as Aether works him over. His head feels glued to the thin paper-cased pillow, the ceiling swimming up above, and no matter how good what Aether's doing to him may feel it's just so strange and new and -
"You need to relax, Rain." Aether scolds, fingers stilling. Rain gasps at that, loud and open-mouthed, scrabbling at the cushion below him. Aether seems nonplussed. "You're far too tense for me to observe your reactions properly."
"S-sorry," Rain mumbles, not entirely sure what he's apologizing for. "I'm just...'m nervous. It's different. Like this, I mean."
Aether sighs, acquiesces with a shrug, and then he's wheeling the stool backwards while he strips his gloves. Rain doesn't move, still catching his breath and trying to get his thoughts under control. He doesn't know why he's so freaked--this is Aether, he knows Aether--but as he watches that broad back rummage around at the sink, he doesn't see Aether. He sees a strange medical professional with incredible hands and the most intimidating presence. The sound of running water catches his attention, plastic crinkles, and Aether turns around with a small cup in hand.
"Here," he offers, "drink this and try to relax. I'll be back in about ten minutes to see what we can do to get you taken care of. I'm sure I know exactly what the problem is," he reassures, a hand on Rain's shoulder as he accepts the water, "I just need you to let me do a proper exam, alright?"
Rain nods the most negligible amount, taking a sip of his drink and humming at the cool relief of it. True to his word, Aether leaves the room. The door swings shut slowly behind him and the moment it latches Rain all but collapses. He whimpers, setting his cup aside to dig the heels of his hands into his eyes.
"'What were you expecting?'" He mimics, pulling a face and adjusting his hips. The table paper sticks to his ass, and Rain doesn't want to think about whether it's from sweat or slick. "I don't know, not to be jerked off by a guy who's had his tongue in my ass but feels like a stranger the second he's in scrubs?"
His clit throbs again, and Rain scowls at it through his sheet.
"This is your fault in the first place," he accuses, but alas his cunt wants what it wants, and as Rain picks his cup back up he can't help but picture those black-gloved hands. If he could squeeze his thighs together he'd probably be dripping. Rain sighs, staring down at the surface of his water. "I can do this," he says to his tiny reflection. "I can do this."
Rain downs the liquid in one gulp, grimaces at the bitter taste that must be left behind from its waxy coating, and settles in. The clock over the door tells him two minutes have passed, and Rain closes his eyes in an effort to regain some composure.
It feels like no time at all before a gentle rap on the door calls his attention, and Rain doesn't have to hide when the door opens this time.
"Alright," Aether greets with a small smile. "How are we feeling now?"
"Better," Rain replies, and it's true. He feels much lighter than he had a few minutes ago, calm and...almost fuzzy. Like he's ready for a nap. "Much better."
"Excellent," Aether claps his hands, heading for the sink and washing up again. He seems to be moving faster now, or maybe Rain's eyes are just slow. It feels like two blinks before Aether is gloved up and back between his much more lax thighs. "Shall we continue then?"
Rain nods, the room spins a little, and he shakes his head to clear it. That bout of anxiety must have wiped him out, he's feels...sleepy doesn't seem like the right word. Underwater would be more apt. Maybe in a fog? Rain isn't sure, and a very small voice in the back of his head whispers that something doesn't seem quite right.
Aether's hands move then, back to their positions spreading Rain open and surrounding his still-swollen clit with two incredibly talented fingers, and any concerns get tossed out the window the second he starts to stroke.
It's a wetter sound than before, and Rain can picture those gloves shiny with his slick as Aether works with clinical precision. The knot of panic in his stomach has faded into more of a loose tangle, but hasn't disappeared entirely. Much like everything else it's faded to background noise. The only thing Rain can focus now is the way he's being touched, and oh how he is being touched.
"Fuck," he whimpers, nuzzling into the pillow and trying to move his hips. It feels beyond his control, but even so he doesn't get very far.
"Stay still," Aether commands, the hand at Rain's mound moving up to press firmly into his lower belly. Rain squeaks, and something in his head makes a little zapping sound. Tells him he must stay still, or else. Or else what? Rain doesn't know, he simply nods and bites his lips like the good patient he is and lets Aether work.
"That's better," he says. "Now can you scoot down just a little for me?"
Another zap, deep in his brain, and Rain's moving before he can think about it. Scooching his ass to the very edge of the exam table so Aether can keep him spread wide as possible. Something about the way it happens makes Rain's stomach go wiggly, but then Aether's working his stiff little cock again and, once again, nothing else matters.
For a few minutes, it's bliss. Rain's floating on waves of slow, relentless, targeted pleasure that couldn't be more impersonal if Aether tried. It's no time at all before Rain's grabbing at his own chest, leaking cunt fluttering around nothing as Aether pumps and pumps.
"Lucifer," Rain slurs through the haze, tongue thick and mouth dry. That doesn't feel right either--nothing about him is ever dry. The tiny voice in the back of his head cries out louder. "Ae-Aeth...oh fuck, fuck!"
"Hush," Aether orders when his shouts begin to bounce off the walls, and as another zap has Rain's moaning throat going tight that little voice turns into a screeching klaxon. He knows those zaps.
Rain looks at the cup on the table beside him, licks his lips, and that bitter aftertaste comes flooding back. Sharp and tannic entirely too familiar.
"Aeth, you...did you...is this...?"
"You needed to relax, Rain." Aether replies, a soothing coo that goes straight to his bones. More manipulation, more beads of sweat popping up along Rain's spine. "A mild sedative and a dash of my personal blend always does the trick, I find."
Aether's smiling at him again, lavender eyes glimmering with something Rain is too fuzzy to place. Something deep inside knows he should feel panic rising in his gullet, but the only thing that seems to matter is the way Aether pleasures him.
"Now, let us focus on the task at hand shall we?"
Rain doesn't need another zap of quintessence to do that. It feels too fucking good for him to worry, and the closer Aether pulls him towards that distant peak the more Rain recalls what brought him here in the first place. He can feel how hard he's gotten in Aether’s grasp, has no doubt that his cunt is drooling a steady stream down between his cheeks, and against what minimal judgment he has left Rain lets himself get lost in it.
It's unlike anything he's been put through before, a constant influx of stimulation that comes with no break, no variance. Aether milks his clit like a disinterested farmer handing a cow, and Rain can't even bring himself to ask for more. It wouldn't feel right here, even if his vocal cords were still his own. Aether is a professional, after all. He must know what he's doing.
Rain doesn't know when he starts playing with his own nipples right through that thin gown, but a pair of tweaks have his hole clenching. He'll be embarrassed for doing this later, part of him knows it, but fuck he needs something.
"I need to tell me when you're getting close. Can you do that?"
Aether's low words crash through the sound of wet fingers and breathy moans, and Rain can only slur out a strange sound. It's good enough, and to Rain's deep, deep relief it's only a few minutes later that he feels that familiar rush. His breath comes it tight gasps, hands groping at the cushioned table and eyelids fluttering.
"C-close," he spits, hips twitching despite Aether's firm hand on his belly. Rain gets a handful of his own hair, gritting his teeth. "Close!"
"And can you feel the sensation you were describing?"
Aether sounds so far removed from this whole situation it makes Rain's already dizzy world spin faster. He's about to shake his head no when it starts, that deep, coiled pressure that makes it feel like he's on the verge of exploding.
"Yes!" Rain moans, but in the most miserable way. Aether's fingers squeeze around the base of his clit and Rain trills, tears stinging the backs of his eyes. "Please...hurts Aeth, please -"
"Just what I thought," Aether interrupts, leaving Rain's pleas ignored. His touch is different now, more investigative. "Rain, have you slept with other water ghouls yet?"
The question makes him blink, still squirming in discomfort as that steady stream of pleasure ebbs away. The frustration starts gnawing at his gut despite whatever he's been dosed with.
"Um...no? Why?"
"I'll need to give Dewdrop permission to have you." Aether says it a bit absently, and Rain's whole pelvis aches. "Not that I mind giving an anatomy lesson, but these things can be much more fun amongst like individuals."
Rain has no idea what he's saying, too stuck on the idea of the enigmatic ghoul that is Dewdrop having him to process anything else. At least until Aether's grip changes, and sparks burst behind Rain's eyes. He bites into the meat of his forearm before he can cry out, a combination of intense pressure, heat and a deep ache lighting up inside him. Rain yanks the privacy sheet out of his lap entirely, hand shaking as he tosses it aside, and Aether greets him with smirk.
"Are you ready to meet her?" The other ghoul asks, and Rain doesn't have the slightest idea what he's talking about.
"Her?" He blinks, slowly. "Whose...her who?"
"Maybe I should've gone lighter on the Valium," Aether mutters to himself, rolling his shoulders. "Listen to me Rain, can you do that?"
Rain nods. It takes him a second, but he does. Aether thumbs over the length of his clit just enough to keep him twitching.
"Every species of ghoul has certain traits. Earth ghouls have sheaths, for example. Fire ghouls usually orgasm quicker than others, but have the energy for multiple rounds. Quintessence ghouls can swap their genitalia" Rain nods along with every example. He's seen them first hand. "But do you know what water ghouls have, Rain?"
Rain cocks his head. He'd always assumed it was the sheer level of slick and cum he could produce. The ability to squirt like a fountain on a whim, maybe. But if there's something more that he's missing...
"No," he says simply, and Aether grins.
"Then you're about to learn. Take a nice, deep breath for me alright?"
He does, and things happen very quickly.
Rain arches with a choked gasp as Aether works him hard and fast. Dragging Rain shaking and panting right back up to the precipice, until he's teetering and so, so close to falling, but that pressure -
"This may be...uncomfortable," Aether warns, the hand on Rain's belly slipping down between his thighs. "Just breathe for me. It'll be over soon."
Rain has no idea what that means, but then a thick fingers is sliding inside him and his ears start to ring.
"They can be stubborn the first time." Aether says it under his breath, crooking his finger and feeling around like he's dropped an earring down the sink. Rain squeaks and trembles, stirrups rattling as his legs quiver, drowning in the overtly wet sound of Aether poking around inside him. "Sometimes it happens naturally, but others--ah, there she is!"
A second finger slides home, the pair putting pressure on his front wall, and Rain sees spots with how hard he clenches. He gapes down at Aether, staring at the raw, red length of his clit, and Rain knows he must be losing it because he swears it looks bigger than normal.
"Are you ready?" Aether asks, and Rain has absolutely no idea what he's asking. "Remember, deep breaths."
Rain inhales, Aether shifts, and with expert precision begins to massage inside. Rain howls with it--the pressure, the motion, it's far too much, he can't handle it at all, but there's something there. Something inside telling him to wait it out, to let...whatever this is happen. Is it an instinct? Is it Aether influencing his thoughts? He doesn't know, and what's more he couldn't fucking care less because it's starting to feel good.
"There we are, almost." Aether rumbles, fingers squelching. Rain pants above him, hands fumbling for purchase anywhere they can find as the wall he's been stuck against for so long now begins to crumble. "Now, on the count of three I need you to do something for me Rain. It might sound a little strange, but I need you to do it alright?"
Rain nods. Anything, anything to finally catch this dragon.
"Good. Then when I say three, I want you to push, okay? You'll know what I mean when you feel it."
Another nod. He can't stop shaking.
"One."
Aether rubs that spot inside and static blooms in Rain's mind.
"Two."
The fingers on his clit change position, tugging back the hood to expose the slick, pointed head. Another rub inside sends a wash of something urgent through his pelvis, and Rain's eyes fly to Aether's just in time for,
"Three."
Rain bears down as he feels something writhe inside him, Aether pushes up against it, and for the first time his tentacle slithers free in a rush of fluid so intense that Rain hears it splash on the floor.
"There she is," Aether repeats, wrapping those slick, gloved fingers around the length of the thing, and that's all it takes for Rain to finally, finally get what he needs.
It's unlike anything he's ever felt, even removed from the drugs and power of suggestion. Rain's orgasm rips through his body cell by cell, tearing them apart and stitching them back together all at once. Lights and colors explode in his head, his bones vibrate and his skin buzzes, every passing second a new sensation that sends him reeling.
He doesn't think he's ever cum so hard in his life.
Rain comes back to himself eventually, struggling to breathe and quivering from head to toe. The world starts to solidify and Rain finds Aether still between his knees, jotting notes down onto his clipboard. And, lower -
"What the fuck?"
It barely comes out as words, makes Aether snort, but he seems to get the picture. The clipboard gets set on the counter beside a few sample containers and a small cup of milky fluid. Are those...from him?
"Water ghouls," Aether says as though this were a normal Monday afternoon, "have internal tentacles. Well, the ones without penises do, at least."
Rain eyes the thing squirming idly against his belly. It's a darker shade of blue than the rest of his skin, less silver and more purple, lined with two fine rows of suckers underneath. The color changes most toward the tip, where it tapers off into a piece of very red, very familiar anatomy.
"This's...this whole thing's...my clit?"
"Anatomically speaking, it's closer to a reproductive organ used for the transmission of genetic -" Aether seems to realize that Rain is still blinking with one eye at a time. He sighs. "Yes, it's your clit."
Aether stands and Rain pays it no mind. He's utterly entranced by this newfound appendage, can't help but brush curious fingertips along it's length. It's softer than he expects, smooth but closer to skin than scales. Rain gasps when the tentacle twitches, wriggling against his digits.
"It is...is it alive?"
"Not in so many words," Aether appears again, a fresh pair of gloves in tow. "She will respond to external stimuli, but doesn't have a mind of her own. You'll learn what she likes, in time."
"How do I...how does it come out?"
"Oh she'll pop out all on her own now," Aether informs him, bright. "It's just the first go that can require some coaxing."
Rain nods to himself, watching those small suction cups drift through his happy trail. It's like being back in the lake, watching a curious fish try to make its home between the stones lining the bottom.
"Um," he clears his throat, "why do you call it...her?"
"Force of habit," comes Aether's quick reply. "Dew has rubbed off on me over the years. Now." Aether claps, and Rain doesn't have the energy to startle. This is the first time in weeks he's been so relaxed. "How are you feeling?" He lets out a little snort.
"Better," Rain grunts, a delirious little laugh following it. "So much better. Thank you."
"Good, good."
Rain doesn't notice Aether scooting in closer until he feels shoulders against his thighs again, too distracted by that pretty, pretty tentacle. But then Aether reaches up to take his fresh new appendage in hand, and Rain yowls.
"Yes, I imagine she's still quite sensitive." Aether says it like he's addressing a child with a scraped knee, and tears start to gather in Rain's waterline. "Only one thing for that, I'm afraid."
With his other hand Aether swipes up a copius layer of slick from his tender folds, smearing it over the length of the tentacle. With every touch Rain yips and squirms, but he makes no move to get away. Not even when Aether holds her like a cock and begins to stroke.
"Ae-Aeth," Rain sniffles, bastard hips rolling without his permission. "Please...please, it...'s too much, too much -"
"Exposure therapy," Aether quips over his quiet sobs, twisting his wrist just so and grinning when Rain's eyes roll back. "Besides," he adds, and this time his tone is anything but professional. "We have a lot to make up for."
The sharp glint in his eye vanishes as quick as it came, the pain of sensitivity not quite yet rolling over into pleasure, but despite it all Rain takes it. Takes it, and will take everything Aether chooses to give him today.
Aether: *randomly, while making out with Rain* The ocean is a soup
Rain: *blinks*
Rain: I allow you to elaborate, but after.... *points at lips*
Aether: What is needed for something to be a soup?
Rain: Water, salt, some sort of greens? Personally, I prefer meat or fish in mine.
Rain: *Tilts head* The Ocean is a Soup
Aether: *nodding solemnly* The Ocean is a Soup.
Mountain: *having heard the whole exchange while getting a snack* Those fuckers got into my stash again
please share your thoughts about Aether and his Rainy baby
This got well away from me and just became quintnosis with a sprinkling of daddy kink. CW for aforementioned daddy kink and quintnosis nonsense, and a hint of a blackmail kink though it's mentioned Rain consented to the idea and was just made to forget it. This is all very consensual I promise.
I apologize for whatever this is, my hypnokink is just running wild as of late.
Ghouls are not creatures intended to feel trivial human emotions such as shame, but Rain is intimately familiar with the white hot, uncomfortable feeling. The tightness in his throat, the burning in his face, the unease in his stomach, all of it. He knows it well. Carrying such a heated secret close to his chest for so long, the feeling had started to loom, always just a few steps behind, breathing down his neck. Rain somehow still managed to hold himself with an air of confidence despite it, even with his carefully crafted, haughty image dangling precariously overhead. Not so simply kept with his discretion and his self interest easily stripped away from him, a feature that was by design, and one Aether was all too happy to toy with.
"C'mere guppy."
One word is all it takes to stop the water ghoul in his tracks, drawn in by the rich velvet of his voice. Rain's fins perk to the sound, subconsciously primed to hang off each syllable. Aether smiles and pats his thigh, a display that could have appeared as a simple invitation to anyone looking in, but Rain knows it to be an order, one Aether need not voice. Instructions Aether had whispered into an open, willing mind years ago replay for Rain in the moment. Rain's eyes unfocus around the edges as the fog begins to roll in behind them, and he finds himself drifting towards Aether. Walks himself right into the spider's web, happy to lose, happier to leave piece after piece of his worries in his wake.
And in Aether's lap, Rain forgets it all.
That almost nauseating rush of embarrassment does not find him here, in Aether's hands. It, among other unnecessary ideas, are pushed to the far off edges of his consciousness to make room for the obedience Aether deemed more important. It's an odd draining sensation as his capacity for higher thought slips from his grasp, a heat blooming in his belly as every thought and concern drips and drops into the warm syrupy pool growing inside of him. Sooner or later it'll be all that's left to him, sweet and heavy without an ounce of smart left to him, and that's where Aether liked to keep him, that's where Rain itched to be, left floating in a dumb happy haze. Only Aether knew that truth, because Rain refused to be honest with himself, or anyone else for that matter, and Aether was the only one who could give Rain the thing he hated craving - helplessness. Like this, without the control he so often refused to relinquish, Rain was Aether's to mold, to shape, all to his own liking.
"Daddy knows what's good for you, guppy."
The words echo in Rain's vacant brain. They catch and they stick as they slowly register till they click perfectly into place like a piece that had been missing from him. Something warm and coaxing runs down his spine. The tip of his tail twitches in response. Rain mentally repeats it to himself in some vain attempt at understanding, and he can try all he likes but the true intent of them will evade him. He isn't meant to comprehend the groundwork Aether so carefully lays in his brain every time his magic works its way inside of him. Aether still rewards the repetition with a fading surge of pleasure that hardly lasts and only leaves him wanting. Positive reinforcement that encourages his compliance, a reminder that good boys listen, and listening feels good, it helps the programming stick despite Rain's ingrained stubbornness. Aether plans to fuck it from him one of these days, but for now he enjoys the challenge.
Rain's lips part with a gasp, thighs on either side of Aether's lap tensing as the feeling washes over him. Aether chuckles as Rain's mouth hangs open dumbly. Mouth open, eyes drooping, that rich lavender hue creeping over his cheeks, Aether can't resist his selfish urges. He finds his phone on the armrest of the couch.
"Stick your tongue out for me, look at the camera princess."
Click.
"Such a good boy." Aether feels his cock fattening up against his thigh, snuggled up to the heat between Rain's legs, as he looks at the photo of Rain practically drooling at his command. "You look so dumb, baby." He coos, his smile unapologetically fiendish.
Later, when Rain's back in his right mind with no memory of his time spent under Aether's influence, he'll show him the image with a sense of pride. Rain will try to remember when it happened but Aether's too good at covering his tracks to let that happen. It will be a gamble on whether he blushes or pales when he sees it, but Aether knows he'll choke on his words. So desperate to keep his dirty little secret, he'll promise Aether more of his mind and his body in exchange for discretion. It won't be the first time Aether plays this game with him, but for all Rain knows it was - another memory Rain had wanted to forget, wanting to feel the genuine fear of exposure as Aether dangled his desired conditioning over his head.
"Been weeks since daddy's gotten the chance to play with you guppy," he tuts and presses his thumb to the center of Rain's lolling tongue. "You aren't meant to be allowed to think that long."
Rain's eyes cross as his thumb presses into his mouth and, like the perfectly conditioned subject he is, he begins to suck.
"Can tell you needed it. Dropped so fast for daddy, just had to go dumb that bad, huh?"
His moan sounds vaguely agreeable which is to be expected. Rain shifts in his lap and Aether groans at the fleeting friction.
"Poor baby needs his mind fucked to make it better, right guppy? Tell daddy what you need."
Aether pulls his thumb from his mouth with a perfect pop, a strand of saliva connecting his lips to the digit in question, and Rain's hazy eyes struggle to focus on him. He meets his gaze and Rain does not stray from it, held in place until the sapphire of his eyes starts to darken. Pupils blown out wide, surrounded by thin rings of shifting violet.
"Wanna be brainwashed, daddy." Rain answers softly, shyly, with a particularly breathy quality to his voice as he speaks the words carefully pushed into his brain. Obeying the suggestion of submitting further.
And under the influence of Aether's magic, Rain sinks into the safety of submission where things such as shame cannot reach him. He gives himself up to Aether, content to be changed, and eager to obey.
[img text: @vvid0r replied: I hope it’s not much to ask but I was wondering if you could draw Aether and Rain fluff?
Aether: My break is almost over, starfish.
Rain: Five more minutes, pretty please?]
@themonstracerock Hi!! Hope this is okay 🥺 I'm so happy you like them. Here's something I cooked up pretty quick.
CW: Needles, talk of blood (very brief), medical talk
“Are you sure you want to do it yourself this time?” Aether asks, looking at Rain with a tiny bit of concern as he hands the ghoul his insulin pen.
Rain smiles a little and rolls his eyes playfully.
He takes a needle from the box of them that Aether has and leaves the infirmary room.
Aether watches him go, shoving his hands into his pocket and biting his cheek. He decides then to keep a tab open in his brain to keep track of his bond with Rain. Not trusting entirely that the water ghoul can handle his dosages this time.
Rain’s always had the habit of either dosing too high or too low before he goes to bed. So he could very well either drop suddenly or keep rising in the night and end up feeling sick in the morning or a couple hours later.
Aether sits back down in his chair in front of his desk and continues working on paperwork from earlier that day.
Meanwhile, Rain gets ready for bed after a busy day. He ran around with Mountain outside in the gardens, he “practiced” with Dew in the band room and he spent some time with Swiss after dinner.
He stepped out of his bathroom and ambled over to the small desk in his room that's situated by the window. He placed his pen there with the needle attached.
Before he dialed up the dose, his brain tried reminding him subtly by automatically glancing over at the small black pouch that was at the very corner end of the desk.
His blood sugar tester..
Rain's tail swished with a small bit of anxiety, biting his lip. He really really didn't want to prick his finger. But he knew he needed to, in able to make sure he was dosing correctly..
But.. he felt fine? Not high but not particularly low either. Just.. fine.
“Ehhh” he waved it off, deciding against the painful pricking option and just going with his gut. He drew up the dosage and that was it.
Rain went to bed, 100% confident in his body.
A couple hours later, about 4 AM.
Aether's bond to Rain suddenly felt very limp and he noticed a certain smell to it. Sour, damp.
“Shit..” Aether hissed, getting up quickly.
He quickly grabbed a juice box from his mini fridge before leaving the infirmary quickly. Speed walking down the hall towards Rain's room, almost tripping over his own feet in the process.
Once there, Aether didn't even bother knocking. Opening the door and peering in.
Rain was already sitting up in his bed.. but he was looking to the floor. One of his legs were bouncing, his tail wrapped around his other leg tightly. Aether could see it shaking.
“Lilypad? I felt you drop..”
Rain finally looked up at Aether when hearing him. His face was panicked, scared, guilty.
“Aether.. I'm sorry I should've–”
Aether was already on his knees in front of Rain before he could finish, “It's okay Rainy, it's okay– I'll take care of you” he took Rain's hands in his own. They were shaking.
Aether squeezed them gently before letting go and getting up, spotting his tester on his desk and grabbing it.
“I'm sorry.. I should've tested before hand.. I'm so sorry for making you do this..” Rain's voice broke. Feeling so guilty about all of this he started crying.
Aether got back down on his knees, gently taking Rain's right hand. Finding the finger he usually used for this.
“Ready baby?” Aether carefully placed the poker in the center of Rain's ring finger.
Rain swallowed the lump in his throat before nodding, flinching when Aether poked him.
He whimpered more when Aether had to squeeze a bit to get a good amount of blood for his glucose monitor to grab. Rain didn't realize he was holding his breath until the monitor finally beeped and he exhaled in a rush.
The quintessence ghoul smiled fondly and rubbed Rain's palm comfortingly, “That's it baby.. good job”.
Rain watched as the meter buffered for a minute before it read off his blood sugar, 46.
Aether whistled in shock, “Yeah that's low..”
“I know.. I'm sorry Aether”
“Stop apologizing,” Aether reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the juice box “I like taking care of you love, you're not a burden”
Aether poked the straw through the box and then handed it to Rain. Helping the shaking ghouls hands to hold the box steady as he drank it down.
Aether felt as his bond to Rain strengthened again. Which made both of them sigh in relief. Rain's tail untangled itself from his leg gradually as his sugar raised back to normal again. His other leg stopped bouncing, resting now.
“I'm going to stay with you the rest of the night, that okay tadpole?” Aether's voice was soft and quiet when he asked him. Rubbing Rain's wrist softly.
Rain's eyes lit up and he smiled softly, “That'd be great, Aeth..”
