wow here's some aetherrain smut I guess!
rain has some fun non-human bits :) and aether has magical bits and sometimes, nothing! (cunt and cock are used as terms for Aeth & slit and cock used for rain's (you'll see))
I've had a really shitty week at work so this may or may not be a cry for validation and/or serotonin.
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Aether has seen Rain nude many times since his summoning—in different states of glamour.
Mostly, Rain can be seen walking around half glamored—his skin a dark blue-nearly black, his chest, belly and groin area all white, fading into the dark blue of his thighs.
It's...interesting, to see the different ways a water ghoul will manifest their appearance, because Aether has intimate knowledge of water ghoul anatomy and Rain's is unlike anyone's he's ever seen.
He's smooth, his stomach and chest and the insides of his thighs, smooth and hairless, while the backs of his arms, legs, hands, his back are rough—a fact that Aether had found out one day, mostly on accident, when he'd rested his hand on Rain's bare back and made an attempt to rub upwards, until the rough catch of skin against his palm had made him pull away with a hiss.
Rain had just smirked at him, that cacophonous voice echoing with laughter in his mind.
Aether feels almost mad with his interest, something about Rain catching his attention and making him grasp at every opportunity to be close to him, to see him, to touch.
Rain doesn't seem to mind, content to watch and be close and touch back, his fingers careful and curious as they explore the planes of Aether's chest, the dip of his collarbones, brushing over sensitive nipples.
When Aether's pulse quickens, a soft gasp leaving his lips, Rain's eyes narrow in on them, dragging the soft pad of his thumb over slowly hardening nipples until Aether's legs buckle a bit.
He's quiet and it's kind of nerve wracking that he is—that Aether can see his chest move, can see his throat bob when he swallows, the way his shoulders shake as he seemingly laughs at Aether's reaction to being touched.
Aether's hands find Rain's chest, fingers pressing into the divots—he doesn't have nipples, not in the same sense that Aether does, but he shivers a bit when Aether drags his thumb across the ridge down the center of his chest, so, he does it again, eyes flickering up to gaze into Rain's face, watching his reaction.
Rain's pupils are wide, dilated with arousal, but his gaze never wavers from Aether—sharp and focused even as Aether's fingers press and prod into the dips of his chest and stomach, feeling around the soft skin, each touch makes Rain jerk, eyes growing darker, sharper.
He's breathless, watching the shadows play across Rain's face, the scent of the water ghoul's arousal thick in the room as his sharp gaze lay heavy on Aether.
They haven't even kissed, beyond the teething and mouthing that Rain's done to Aether's collarbones and throat, his jaw, Aether's almost sure that he's left behind marks from the sting of it all.
Rain's teeth are sharp, so sharp and Aether wants to feel them, feel them against his lower lip, press his tongue to the point of one and see if they're just as sharp as he believes them to be.
Something about it all must broadcast on his face, in his mind, because Rain's hands come up, cup his face in a gentle sort of way, his skin warm and smooth, near burning against Aether's.
His eyes flutter closed and as he exhales out a soft sigh of contentment, Rain's mouth fits against his, sharp teeth pressing tantalizingly against his lower lip, not biting, just there, a reminder that Rain is, at his core, a predator.
He sits there for a moment, and Aether lets his hands drop down to rest on Rain's hips, tugging him close—Rain's nude, gloriously nude, mostly inhuman, the webbing between his fingers a little sticky against Aether's cheeks.
Aether revels in it, brazenly pressing his tongue against the sharp point of one of his teeth, feeling the way Rain shifts against him, brushes his thumb over the apple of Aether's cheek before pressing his sharp claw into the skin—not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to keep him there.
A noise looses itself from his throat, grasping harder at Rain as he coaxes the water ghoul into a proper kiss that's all tongue and teeth, feeling Rain shake against him as laughter echoes inside his mind.
It sounds fond almost, but Aether still sinks his own teeth, dull and blunt, into Rain's lower lip in retaliation.
When they part, Rain looks somewhat proud of himself, a smirk on his lips as he peers up at Aether, though his cheeks are flushed a sort of gray-pink color, something that Aether needs to touch, to feel, so he brings his hand up, careful as he brushes the pad his thumb over the flush of color.
Rain leans into the touch, eyes closing as his smirk softens into a smile, holding for a few moments before he turns his head and presses a kiss to Aether's palm.
Bed?
Rain's eyes are still closed, his face the picture of serene, as he nuzzles just a little deeper into Aether's touch.
"We can, yeah," Aether murmurs, keeping his voice barely above a whisper, and it takes everything in him to pull away then, not far, but enough that he can move the two of them across the room, to where his bed is shoved against the wall.
He's heard second hand stories, that Rain can be like this, gentle and docile, in the same way that he is now batting his eyelashes up at Aether, a grin stretched across his mouth.
Nothing at all like the predator that he'd been moments ago.
And maybe, just maybe, that was what made him so dangerous.
On the bed, Rain stretches out, arms pillowed beside him, one foot resting flat against the bed, legs spread with enough room for Aether to fit himself there—getting him close enough that he can smell the thickness of Rain's arousal, a musk that sticks to the roof of his mouth when he presses his nose into the crease of Rain's thigh.
He exhales loudly, a shuddery thing that has him shaking a bit, one of his hands dipping between his own legs to press the heel of it against where his dick is, to mold his fingers down over his cunt—its not enough, not with the burning arousal under his skin but it staves off his need for now, satiates the want to sink down onto something, to grind against Rain until the two of them come.
Now that he's here, between Rain's thighs, he wants to take his time, savor it.
Rain's hand drops into his hair, caressing his scalp, cupping the back of his head as Aether's mouth opens against his skin, biting hot kisses into the crease of his thigh, over his hip.
Rain's fingers flex against the back of his head, sharp points digging into skin as Aether continues his path, biting and kissing, chasing the scent of his arousal.
At some point, in the haze of it all, Aether sees Rain's other hand move from the corner of his eye, narrowing in on it as it drops down into view, cupping over the skin below his belly, thumb rubbing somewhat insistently.
Aether doesn't think much of it, he's heard of more complicated ways to call forth genitalia, magic being in the touch of it all—in fact, Aether's somewhat surprised to see someone else like him, someone who's not quintessence, even.
But then, with no magic whatsoever, Aether watches the skin under Rain's hand part, now swelled with blood and arousal, the scent thick in the air—and Aether has to stop, lift his head so he can watch.
An appendage, tapered at the tip, oozing a white fluid as it swells from the slit—it grows thicker the more that's revealed, and at the base, it's nearly as thick as Aether's own wrist.
It's not quite as prehensile as a tentacle would be, but when left to its own devices, it curls in on itself a bit and Aether feels himself clenching around nothing, wondering just how good it would feel if it were to do that inside of him.
He has to touch, Aether realizes, brazenly batting Rain's hand away to continue to coax it out of the slit—it's warm in his hand, sticky with the white fluid oozing out of it.
It doesn't get hard, not like a cock, but it stays firm, big, writhing in his touch as he strokes it as if it were a cock, the tip of it curling over the edge of his fist each time.
When he chances a glance upward, Rain's got his head tilted back, but his sharp gaze is trained on Aether, chest rising and falling rapidly the more he touches, and he wonders, for a moment, if this is what prey feel like before they're devoured.
More.
A single word said on an exhale, and Aether hears it as if he were underwater—dreamy and distorted, and he feels a pull forward, drawing him in as he bows his head, fits his mouth around the tip of Rain's cock.
There's no taste, but the white slick is sticky against his tongue, Rain's scent thick in his nose as he mouths at him, pressing his tongue flat against the underside of it.
It's both like sucking a cock and entirely something else all together, the appendage undulating inside his mouth, pulsing and curling.
Rain's hand in his hair becomes more insistent, squeezing the back of his neck to keep him still, hips pushing up into, against Aether's mouth.
Aether hums, lets his hand fall from where he'd had it wrapped around the rest of his dick, letting Rain fuck up into his mouth—all the while he's got his own hand pressed against himself, fucking against the heel of it, making increasingly desperate noises as he does.
Rain guides him back, off of his cock for a moment, pressing the pad of his thumb against Aether's lower lip, and in Aether's mind he hears Rain whisper beautiful.
Aether smiles at him, goes back to mouth along Rain's dick but Rain stops him, nudges him further down towards the base of his cock, the slit there open and puffy, oozing the same white fluid as his cock and Aether exhales, swears under his breath.
Above him, Rain preens at the attention, uses the leverage of his feet to push his hips upwards, closer to Aether's mouth.
Encouraging him, all while Rain's voice echoes in his mind, telling him that he has such a pretty mouth, that he knows that Aether will take good care of him.
Aether licks his lips, uses his free hand to frame the base of his dick and, coincidentally, the slit that it protrudes from, before he leans in, licking his way into Rain.
He'd never thought, on the base of it all, what it would be like to bed someone who didn't communicate vocally—how would he know? On the basis of it all, if his partner, if Rain, enjoyed what he was doing?
His answer comes in the form of shaking limbs and undulating hips, the nonsensical whisper of Rain's projection in his mind, giving him a play by play of pleasure—the feedback from their bond, the feel of Rain's arousal building up and running over like a too full cup of tea.
Overwhelming, and Rain hasn't even touched him.
He feels, sees an image, something Rain plants in his mind, his cock, sinking slowly into the base of the slit alongside Rain's nudging against him—a tight fit.
Aether makes an embarrassing sort of noise and fucks harder against his own hand, the feedback loop of Rain's own pleasure melding together with his own.
Rain's fingers are deceptively gentle as they grip his hair, guiding him where he needs him, where he wants him, tossing a leg up over Aether's shoulders to keep him in place, grinding against his face while his cock and slit both ooze, making a mess of Aether's face.
And all at once, the pleasure ascends, a crescendo of feedback through their bond, hammering away at whatever little resolve Aether has left until he's left humping against the bed, against his hand, tongue deep in Rain until all he sees, hears, tastes, feels is Rain.
It gets into his hair, just barely, when Rain comes, arching up off the bed, silent, oh so silent, but his chest heaves and he claws at Aether, whatever he can touch of him, grinding steady against his face, only pushing him away when Aether's already swallowed down most of his come, when he starts licking at the sticky tip of his cock—still firm, still undulating like it's got a mind of it's own.
And then, all at once, Rain's hauling Aether up over him until he's straddling his waist, manhandling him to rut against his cock, hot and sticky and alive as it nudges against Aether's cock, pressing curiously against the fabric covering him—wet and sticky with his own slick.
Aether gasps, shivers when Rain surges up, still supporting him, and kisses him soundly, licking into his mouth none too gently as one of his hands sinks down into the back of Aether's underwear, gripping his ass tightly and guiding him to grind, fast and dirty, against him.
He's already too close to the edge, sitting on the precipice, but the way Rain clutches at him, guides him, makes him want to remove his underwear, to sink down onto Rain—he doesn't quite understand how Rain's cock works, how it doesn't go soft, just stays firm and slick at all times, but Satan Below, he wants to feel that in him.
He must project some kind of image into Rain's mind with that because the water ghoul grabs him tighter, fucks up against him hard, his cock nudging against Aether's in just the right way and Aether's shouting, clamping his thighs tightly around Rain's hips, rutting and rocking down against him until he's shaking and overstimulated, inhaling rapidly through his nose, his mouth.
Rain's hands are gentle as they guide Aether down, down onto his chest properly, so they're pressed chest to chest even though Aether's still in his sticky underwear he finds himself dozing off, the gentle scratch of claws against his scalp, the steady, heavy thrum of Rain's heartbeat under his ear.
