could you write some bottom swiss w/ a ghoul of your choice? i rarely see swiss bottom in fics god damn
We really do need more bottom Swiss. And I am happy to provide.
It takes a lot to get Swiss to shut up. A gag is usually the easiest bet. His own underwear, fingers, one of Rains' many ball gags, shoved between his teeth, drool slipping out over his plush lips. A cock down his throat works too. Though, that gives him too much leeway to pull off and keep talking.
The words that pour from his lips are filthy. The kind of things that make Mountain feel insane. Like he's going to blow before he even gets inside of the multi-ghoul. And Mountain likes that--doesn't usually complain about Swiss' dirty talk. But sometimes, like today, he wants to take his time.
And that calls for desperate measures.
Swiss' is slack-jawed. Eyes glassy. His head tips to the side on his silk pillowcase, drool dripping down his cheek to soak into the fabric. There's cum streaked over his stomach and chest. Some of it drying in his body hair. His cock is half hard against his belly, working back up to full stiffness with each thrust of Mountain's cock.
He stopped mouthing off after the third orgasm. Ever since
Mountain presses Swiss' legs a little further up, his knees getting ever closer to his ears as Mountain carves a spot inside of him that has Swiss gasping.
"Good?" Mountain asks. Pulling out almost all the way, the flared head of his cock the only thing still catching inside of Swiss' fluttering hole.
Swiss redirects his gaze, brings his head back to center with what looks like effort. He swallows, nods.
When Mountain pushes back in Swiss' breath catches. His cock twitches against his stomach. Mountain holds his legs open with hands on the back of his thighs and slides forward.
It's all so slow, so decadent. Mountain taking the time to feel every slick inch of Swiss' body, full, deep thrusts that send Swiss' eyes rolling back into his head and his hands to his cock and balls. Playing more than stroking, cupping himself like just the pressure is enough to keep him tethered.
Mountain shifts, leaning down, hooking Swiss' knees over his shoulders and pressing his palms to the bed on either side of Swiss' head. Rocking into him as deep as he can go, claiming.
"You'd give me anything I asked for right now," Mountain says. Not a question. Fact. It's written all over Swiss' lax face. There's worship in the width of his eyes and Mountain feels drunk on it. On the way Swiss clenches around him as he pulls out--like he's trying to stop him. Hold him deep in his body and keep him there.
Swiss is cock drunk, sloppy. He nods a little too eagerly. Gone except for sensation. The push and pull of Mountain above him, the lazy grip he has on his cock. Mountain doesn't think he's really getting anything from that--but he's filling out nicely again. Stiff and hard beneath his own loose fingers.
"Can you cum again?" Mountain asks. Swiss blinks brow furrowing. Mountain tucks his head into his chin to look down between their bodies, watches as Swiss' fingers tighten around his cock.
Mountain pushes himself up so he can see better. Sitting back on his knees while he fucks into Swiss. Leaning his face against Swiss' ankle, green eyes fixed on the shiny head of Swiss' cock disappearing and reappearing into his fist.
Mountain keeps that slow pace, rhythmic, lulling, as Swiss jerks himself frantically. The room filling with the wet sound as pre slips down his fingers. Swiss digs his teeth into his lips, desperation clouding his features as he tries, begs his body to cum again far too soon.
Mountain reaches down, pulls the hand Swiss is using to cup his balls away and brings it up, pressing it on Swiss' lower stomach.
"You feel me?" Mountain snaps his hips forward and Swiss yips.
"Oh fuck," Swiss groans.
"You do," Mountain grins down at him, pressing his hand down a little harder. Swiss gasps, either at the pressure of what he feels, Mountain doesn't particularly care which. The sensation sends another spurt of precum running down Swiss' fingers. He's leaking in earnest now. Close. Gasping and shaking. Mountain can feel each little twitch, every flutter
around his cock driving him closer and closer to just blowing it deep inside the multi-ghoul. He grits his teeth, picks up the pace.
Swiss' fingers curl down under his digging into his own stomach as his body goes taught. Toes curling up by Mountain's ears. He cums hard, mouth open in a silent shout. Hot splatters of cum painting the back of Mountain's knuckles where he's still holding Swiss' hand down.
"Good?" Mountain asks again, bending down to press a kiss to Swiss' sweaty forehead. The motion driving him even deeper and making Swiss whine.
Swiss nods. "Yeah. Fuck."
"Think you can give me another one?"
Swiss freezes, swallows hard. He looks up at Mountain brow knitting down in confusion. "I don't--no. No. I can't--I don't know--"
Mountain wipes his sticky knuckles off on Swiss' belly. "You can. I know it."
Why do I never send you prompts? Time to remedy that.
How about some good old fashioned cockwarming? Featuring needy bottom Swiss?
Or, alternatively: someone should really eat Swiss out until he cries.
Comet, darling, did you really think I wouldn't do both?
Rain is feeling extra mean today.
Poor Swiss.
:)
(BEHOLD THE RETURN OF THE SWUSSY)
"I'm hungry," Rain had complained, slouching over the back of the common room couch with his chin hooked on Swiss's shoulder. He'd chuckled and given Rain's hair an affectionate tousle.
"Any particular reason you're telling me this and not the fridge?" Swiss had flipped the page of his magazine. "Last I checked that's where the food lives." Rain had made a sound of amusement, a low hum in the back of his throat.
"Who said anything about food?" He'd pressed a deceptively chaste kiss just behind Swiss's ear, and all of a sudden his reading material wasn't quite so interesting. Especially not when Rain's hand had started travelling down his chest. "I'm in the mood for something much more satisfying."
Rain had thumbed over a nipple, and Swiss had needed exactly zero further convincing to slide from the couch and into Rain's bedroom, already shucking his shirt and working on his belt before they'd even gotten the door shut.
It's been over an hour now, and Swiss has begun to regret his enthusiasm.
Rain has him laid out on soft sheets, every inch of his heated skin alight with sensation. The other ghoul had spent so long working him over, fingers and fangs pressing into his flesh hard enough to leave wonderful purple marks behind. They litter his throat, his chest, his stomach and inner thighs. Rain was slow and relentless about it, not giving Swiss so much as a moment's reprieve before he was sucking another stinging bruise into tender flesh. By the time Rain had finally settled between his quivering thighs Swiss was already panting.
The first swipe of Rain's tongue, a slow lick placed just above the swollen length of his clit, had Swiss arching off the bed with a moan so whorish it had left him blushing.
Rain is good at this. Too good, actually. He knows Swiss's body better than anyone - knows just where to touch, lick and suck to get him writhing. Knows exactly what to do to get him to the edge and keep him there, Swiss teetering on a rapidly rising precipice that Rain refused to let him fall from.
It's agony. Sweet, delicious, maddening agony.
Rain's torment hasn't ceased for a second, the other ghoul lapping so very lazily at his too-sensitive folds. Swiss lost his words a while ago, reduced to nothing but breathy moans and reedy whimpers whenever the pair of slender fingers inside him crook just so. Rain laves at his wet flesh like a man starved, suckling at dusky lips and running his tongue everywhere that wasn't where Swiss needed it most. His clit aches, red and throbbing from having gone utterly untouched since all of this started. The fingers inside him are complimented by a thumb pressed to his tight rim, the tip stroking featherlight through his copious slick. He can feel it soaking into the sheets too, cool against his burning skin every time he wriggles his hips. Tries to get away.
Rain refuses to let him.
He's caught in limbo; drowning in waves pleasure that never crest, a constant build up with no resolution, no relief. Rain has him pinned with nothing but that fucking mouth of his, groaning against Swiss's cunt with no predictability just to hear him suck air through clenched teeth. His other hand is busy abusing Swiss's chest, tugging and flicking each of his nipples in turn with the same lazy pace as his tongue. Swiss shudders when Rain twists his wrist just so, hitting something that has him seeing stars and drooling through a broken moan. He forces himself to breathe deep, balling his fists in the sheets; he'd grabbed at Rain's hair exactly one time, and the resulting snap of fangs far too close to his clit encouraged him not to do it again.
He's so desperate he might anyway.
Swiss swallows hard, tongue too heavy, too thick for the words in his throat to make it out. He fights his trembling muscles to lift his head, the world swimming as he struggles to do anything but moan and twitch under Rain's torturous ministrations. When he finally manages to shake the haze, just enough to bring the room into focus, he sees nothing but Rain.
He's watching Swiss like a hawk, sharp cerulean eyes fixed on his overtly pained face. Rain's soft curls are stuck to his forehead and temples, the uneven splash of freckles over the bridge of his nose so much more obvious against his flushed cheeks. He looks entirely too relaxed for how long they've been at this, hips subtly rutting against the mattress as he works Swiss down to nothing but atoms.
Swiss tries to speak, he really does, but all that comes out is a slurred repetition of Rain, Rain, Rain. The other ghoul gives him a wide, rough lick that has Swiss gasping before pulling back; he's soaked from the nose down in slick, chin shiny with it, and the sight makes Swiss's stomach burn. He clenches hard around the digits invading him with a pitiful squeak. Rain chuckles.
"Do you have something to say, princess?" His voice is rough and gravelly, pure sex. He licks his lips and Swiss whimpers, chewing his own fang-bruised lip. Rain blows a stream of cool air over his clit and Swiss arches so hard his back pops.
"Rain," he finally manages to rasp, struggling to do anything but moan as Rain starts fucking his fingers in deeper. Pressing the tip of that wandering thumb against his hole just hard enough to make it wink. Swiss can't keep his hands to himself any longer, bringing one up to paw feebly at the arm on his chest. It's like his bones are made of jelly. Mercifully, Rain doesn't bite at him for it. "Rain- Rainy, please -"
It's barely a whisper, one that melts into a pathetic whine when Rain presses the very tip of his thumb into Swiss's ass. Just enough to sting. He can feel heat prickling at the backs of his eyes and Swiss prays he can hold in the tears. He groans loud and low when Rain swirls his fingers against that one special spot, ratcheting him closer still. But it's not enough and they both know it. Rain gives him a crooked little smile, grinding a bit more obviously against the bed.
"Please what?" He sounds almost bored, seemingly oblivious to the way Swiss's thighs are practically vibrating against his shoulders. He watches for a beat while Swiss tries to remember how words work.
Rain's fingers are doing a marvelous job of making his brain leak out his ears. His heart dances in his chest, threatening to crash right through his ribcage. Rain gives him an annoyed look.
"I'm going to be upset if you interrupted my lunch for no reason."
Swiss is definitely going to cry. He can feel it, a wave of overwhelm that hits him square in the gut and between the eyes.
He's not like Rain or Dew when it comes to this sort of treatment. Swiss loves the teasing, to be certain, but after a certain point it becomes too much. Just on the wrong side of pleasurable.
That's why Rain insists on treating him this way from time to time - for this exact moment, the one where all words die and the pain and suffering etched into Swiss's face and taut muscles become too much to ignore. Rain must see it now; the edges of his expression soften, even though his gaze remains dark and heavy. He rolls his eyes.
"Already?" Swiss bites his lip hard enough to sting, nodding once. Rain sighs. "But I'm not done eating."
Swiss chokes on a sob, clenching again and cringing at the wet noise his cunt makes around Rain's fingers. He grips the hand on his chest for dear life, and at long last Rain takes mercy. Swiss sags into the mattress when that hand withdraws, the other ghoul holding up his slicked fingers for Swiss to see. They shine in the light and Swiss throbs at the sight. All at once, his words pour out in a confused pile.
"Rain, please, please - you - I - fuck, Rainy I need to, I - I can't, please, you -" With nothing inside him the pleasure starts to recede, and Swiss feels something frantic settling into his chest. "Please make me, please."
He needs Rain to make him cum. If he doesn't, Swiss will surely lose his mind. His breath hitches, a tight wheeze, and Rain shushes him. Caresses his thigh with deceptive gentleness. Swiss's head spins as he throbs again.
Rain disentangles their hands and Swiss nearly panicks at the lack of contact, but it only lasts long enough for the other ghoul to straighten up. Swiss's eyes catch on his cock, flushed and heavy, for just a moment before Rain leans over him, bracketing him with those long arms and catching him in a deep, full kiss.
Swiss sobs into it, immediately getting his hands on Rain's face and holding on for dear life while he tastes nothing but himself. He's shaking like a leaf, twitchy and pleasure-drunk. Rain's dripping length bumps his thigh and Swiss gasps as best he can. Rain pulls back to give him an entirely too sympathetic look.
"Alright," he sighs, resigned, "let me give you what you need."
Swiss tries to cling when Rain moves, but he's too weak. Too fucked out to do anything but quiver and pant. The other ghoul settles next to him, giving his cock a luxurious stroke. Swiss can't take his glassy eyes off of it. He's sure he must be drooling again.
"On your side."
Swiss blinks. On his side? What on his side? Rain rolls his eyes.
"Making me do all the work, as always."
Swiss yelps when Rain wraps a surprisingly strong arm around him, hauling him onto his side until they're back to chest. Rain feels cool and solid behind him, and it soothes some of the insanity scratching at his skull. He reaches back and grabs at Rain's hip, desperate to feel even remotely grounded. It helps a little - until Rain's hand hooks under his knee and pulls, lifting Swiss's dead weight leg and holding him wide open. The cool air against his drenched, aching cunt is a shock that has Swiss choking on his inhale.
Then Rain's blunt head bumps against his entrance and Swiss's whole body flinches at the feeling.
"R-Rain, wait, wait, you - oh no -" Swiss's eyes roll back as Rain drags the head though his folds, lighting up every single frayed nerve between his legs. He's never been so over- and under-stimulated at the same time. His mind begs him to get away even as his body screams for release, and at this point he'll do anything to get it.
"Stay still," Rain spits, hooking his chin over Swiss's shoulder. "Stop squirming, it's irritating."
Swiss tries, but he can't help the way every muscle dances beneath his skin. Threaded with tension and anticipation, tighter that the hole Rain was about to fill. He stills himself as best he can. Takes a deep breath. Focuses on the familiar press of Rain's lean torso against his back. It's not perfect stillness, but Rain's pleased growl flows into his ear regardless.
"Good boy."
Rain rocks his hips and sinks into Swiss's hungry cunt in one excruciating slide. Swiss doesn't register his throaty screams until Rain starts kissing his ear, making soft shushing sounds. A tiny crack in his visage of cruelty. He knows perfectly well how far he's pushed today, how much he still expects. He can spare Swiss a moment of kindness in his fragile state. His other arm snakes beneath Swiss's body, holding him close as he bottoms out.
Something in Swiss cracks then, and at long last the tears fall. He's too busy gasping at the intensity of the stretch to sob, simply letting them fall in hot streaks down hotter cheeks. Rain licks one away and huffs out a soft laugh, that little spark of kindness gone in a flash.
"I was wondering how long it would take for you to break," he murmurs, that disaffected tone back in full force despite the way Swiss can feel him twitching deep inside.
Everything hurts in a way he can't describe, deep pressure and searing heat. It's all built up at the apex of his thighs, and if Swiss had two brain cells to spare he'd already be working himself over. But he doesn't, and Rain wouldn't allow it anyway.
It takes him actual minutes to realize that Rain is just...sitting inside him. No movement aside from the pulses, the twitches. Swiss cants his hips but he has no leverage. Rain is as deep as he can go, and seems content to stay put. Swiss feels like he's dying.
"Move," he pleads, so much need forced into the one single word. "Rainy, you gotta -"
"Shh," Rain's free hand gives Swiss's nipple a sharp flick that he can barely even react to. His body doesn't seem to know what's where anymore. "You'll take what I give you. Besides," his hand travels slowly south and Swiss's soft sobs turn to hiccups of anticipation, "I'm giving you exactly what you need."
Rain's finger, callused but gentle, finally skates over the short length of his clit and Swiss yelps, trying to curl in on himself. He's never felt anything so intense, so visceral. Rain repeats the move over an over, sharp shocks of pained pleasure wracking Swiss's body until he's openly weeping, babbling Rain's name like a mantra. At length the rawness fades, the pain melts into all things good and Swiss's babbling turns to pure desperation. Into frail cries of more, more, more, while Rain's single skilled digit teases him.
"Needy whore," he breathes, licking at the shell of Swiss's ear. His hand shifts, Rain taking his stiff clit between two fingers and giving it a slow stroke. Relishing the way the hood slides over the swollen flesh. Swiss clenches so tightly that Rain can't help the groan it pulls from him.
"You're gonna cum for me, just like this," he informs Swiss, keeping a slow, steady pace to his strokes. His hips remain impossibly still, slotted inside Swiss like he belongs there, not offering more than a sense of fullness. The way Rain jerks him is shiver-inducing, but...
"Rain, I - faster, please, or move or - fuck, please, I gotta cum, I need to, for you -"
"Then you will," Rain mutters, "just like this. You cum on my cock or not at all. Understood?"
The pace is glacial and Swiss truly doesn't know if he can. For as good as it feels, for as much as this has all been too much and not enough, the threat of not cumming is enough to drag a fresh wave of overwhelmed tears from Swiss's burning eyes. He brings a shaky hand to rest on Rain's forearm, feeling the way the muscles shift. He says the only words he can find, voice small.
tumblr's fucking stupid and deleted both the asks, but an anon requested Moutain and Dew as puppy handlers, and @forlorn-crows requested Mountain, as well as the first line "That's it, just a little bit longer" so i combined the two! enjoy 2k words of good cop/bad cop vibes and swiss mayyybe starting to settle into his role :))))))
"That's it, just a little bit longer," Mountain snarls. His teeth glint in the moonlight. He’s placed them both strategically, Swiss on the floor, trapped in the light so his whole body is exposed. Practically glowing, while the earth ghoul keeps himself in the shadows.
Mountain was the reason Swiss had wanted to try being a puppy in the first place. When he was in a puppy headspace the earth ghoul was cuddly and loving like no other. It was sweet, casual belly rubs and scratches behind the ear while they sat next to each other, and after the fact, he had told Swiss it was the best high he’d ever experienced. Look where that’s gotten him now.
read on ao3 or under the cut
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"That's it, just a little bit longer," Mountain snarls. His teeth glint in the moonlight. He’s placed them both strategically, Swiss on the floor, trapped in the light so his whole body is exposed. Practically glowing, while the earth ghoul keeps himself in the shadows.
Swiss pants. His tail wags between his legs.
Mountain was the reason Swiss had wanted to try being a puppy in the first place. When he was in a puppy headspace the earth ghoul was cuddly and loving like no other. It was sweet, casual belly rubs and scratches behind the ear while they sat next to each other, and after the fact, he had told Swiss it was the best high he’d ever experienced. Look where that’s gotten him now.
All Mountain needs to get into it is his collar sat snuggly around his neck. Swiss needs to be broken down to nothing. He wouldn’t describe himself as a puppy either, not for a million dollars, and no matter how much everyone tries to tell him he has husky energy. Either way, it's hard for him to settle into his role. His thoughts roam too much, he second-guesses himself, and can’t fully let himself be taken care of, all things he never would have admitted a week ago, but Mountain was right. The high of being in puppyspace, of getting to turn his brain off and getting <em>more</em> love in return, it’s a worthy price to pay. He’s willing to be a little vulnerable for it.
Listen, no one ever said he was normal.
Mountain slaps him across the face. He recoils with it, whining. His tail sweeps faster across the floor.
“Got somewhere better to be?” Mountain grunts, hitting him again, this time on his ass. Swiss jolts forward. He shakes his head fast, even as it hangs between his arms. Mirroring his tail. Making him look pathetic. He shivers at Mountain’s sadistic laugh.
“Good, 'cause I’m just getting started with you. I need you drooling and stupid before you can even consider leaving.” Mountain keeps up his casual lumbering, circling the ghoul below him and really making him feel small. Swiss takes a shuddering breath. He knows what Mountain’s going to say before it leaves his mouth, but the earth ghoul still manages to surprise him by grabbing his chin and forcing his gaze up. “Though, we both know you won’t want to leave after that.”
His words barely register, the hellfire glow of his eyes entrancing Swiss, and between that and his own constant panting everything else is drowned out. Mountain spits on his face but he doesn’t flinch. He can’t even make himself blink.
Suddenly the earth ghoul is gone and Swiss feels like he can breathe again.
“Such a good boy, I think you’re almost ready for him. Just one more thing puppy,” Mountain purrs expectantly. And Swiss tries, he really, really does. It’s the least he can do as thanks for his renewed erection, cock hanging heavy between his legs once again at being called a Good Boy. He chitters. Mountain’s sigh holds so much weight it almost takes his arms out. Shaking as he realizes he’s crying, that his whole face is wet and sticky with tears, sweat, and drool, he tries again.
“Woof,” Swiss says. It’s hollow and broken, and Mountain just laughs.
“That didn’t sound like my puppy. That sounded like a fucking stray, <em>so desperate for love</em>. You know what you need to do to get it.” Mountain grabs his tail and pets along his chest and he’s done for. Swiss barks, doesn’t even think about it even though it still sounds too high and desperate to his ears. That’s all Mountain needs though, because he steps out of the room for a second, and the escape from prying eyes allows Swiss’s body to relax, his brain to reset, and by the time he comes back in with Dew, Swiss is panting, ears relaxed and tail sweeping aimlessly across the stone beneath him that magically, no longer seems to be digging quite so hard into his knees or palms.
“There’s my good boy,” Dew’s honey-sweet voice echoes throughout the room. The orange glow of his eyes softens the harsh edge of the moonlight. This is safe, he’s safe. His head is still too heavy to pick up, hanging uselessly, but he wants more than anything to give Dew a kiss, to crawl to his feet and flop submissively on his back. Make his fire ghoul feel safe too.
Light footsteps stop right behind him. His tail whips against the ground with a loud crack in excitement, but he feels immediate regret when instead of the end being pet, it’s grabbed and pulled, forcing his back into an uncomfortable arch and keeping his hips from bucking like they want to.
“You make too much noise,” Mountain grunts. Swiss is too far gone to process that it's a demand, flicking the spade of his tail apologetically instead of stopping his whining. Mountain chuffs and drops his whole weight suddenly back on his bullied knees. Dew crouches down in front of Swiss and holds his chin up for him. He tilts his head and smiles, full of adoration, at the lust, pride, the joy swirling through Swiss’s steely eyes. Swiss lunges forward and licks his cheek, and Dew lets out the sweetest little giggle.
“He doesn’t know better Mounty. He’s just so excited, right pup?” Swiss barks and licks Dew’s face again. He paws at Dew’s thigh, and the smaller ghoul brings one of his hands down to grab it and lift it to his lips. Its chaste, the opposite of anything else that’s happened tonight. He kisses Dew’s cheek in return. Mountain slaps him, probably hard enough to leave a handprint on his ass, while Dew says “Good boy,” and he didn’t know his head could get more fuzzy but it starts to swim. He can feel drool starting to roll off his tongue and down his face. He leaves it.
Dew gets up and starts to make a slow circle around him, taking all of him in. He curls a dread around his finger, drags teasing fingertips down his neck, digs into the faded scar at the junction of his shoulder and the soft meat of his sides, traces over his hips, and drops ungracefully to his knees to massage into his tired thighs.
Mountain takes his place in front of him, disinterest heavy in his eyes. Swiss moans, which Mountain uses as the perfect opportunity to push all the spit collecting around his mouth back in.
Swiss holds his mouth diligently open.
“Wouldn’t want to waste any of this,” he hums like Swiss isn’t even there. He pushes his fingers a little deeper to get the multighoul to gag. Instead, Swiss sends a silent thanks for his lack of a reflex, closes his lips and sucks at Mountain’s fingers like his life depends on it. The earth ghoul pulls them out, wipes the moisture off back onto Swiss’s cheek, and makes a disgusted sound in the back of his throat.
“Up,” Mountain orders, straightening up himself. Swiss pushes up to his hind legs, but before he can catch his balance the earth ghoul grabs his arms and hooks them around his hips, leaving Swiss to faceplant into the bulge in his sweats.
Mountain wastes no time in pulling his sweatpants down roughly, the waistband catching on Swiss’s nosering for a short but terrifying moment. He whines and gets slapped again. His hips lurch. It pulls against his tail wrapped around Dew’s hand. The fire ghoul apologizes but it sends a shot straight to his cock that has him doing it again and again.
His eyes have slipped closed, but he’s panting, tongue out, so even without seeing it doesn’t surprise him when Mountain length is shoved harshly between his lips.
“Suck.”
Swiss barely even hears Mountain speak, Dew taking to rolling his balls around in his warm hand and effectively distracting him, so he can’t be blamed for laying licks along as much of the underside of Mountain as he can reach, paying special attention to the veins and head each time he pulls out. With a grunt, Mountain pushes back in, grabs the back of his head and forces his nose into his soft bush of pubes, and Swiss can no longer use his tongue like he wants. He gives in. Sucks, hallows his cheeks, twists his head as much as he can to focus on all of it. The head of it hits so deep in his throat it makes tears spring in his eyes and a reedy, involuntary moan build in the back of his throat.
The vibration of that, plus another right after when Dew guides his own tail into his leaking hole and finally gets a gentle hand on Swiss’s red, leaking, painful shaft, makes Mountain roar. Finally loses his composure. The hand on the back of his head grabs, pulls, and he doesn’t give Swiss any breaks before he’s pounding into his mouth. Owning it. If Swiss was more in his own head, like Dew was, he’d be a little worried the huge ghoul was going to break his nose. As it was he just moans and cries and holds his mouth open as best as he can.
At some point during all that, Dew had sidled up next to him. His legs straddle one of the multighoul’s shaking thighs, and he lays his whole front across Swiss’s back so he can keep reaching around and playing with Swiss’s length in a way that’s taking him apart, while he whispers in his ear. The reminder that Swiss is still the only one undressed is <em>staggering</em>.
“What a pretty puppy. Like being speared from both ends?” Dew twists his hand on the upstroke. Swiss makes the most destroyed sound. “Show me, fuck yourself. That’s it, good puppy.” Swiss barely has the control to move his tail, but he can hold it still as he uses Mountain’s thrusts to bounce him back onto it. Dew stills his hand so he has to do the same thing with his cock, and the smirk pressed behind his ear is the only sign of cruelty from him all night. But paired with the fact he hasn’t stopped whispering Good puppy, Good boy, it’s hard to hold it against him.
Mountain can’t do anything more than growl and huff, his thrusts losing pace, turning into tight circles pressed as deep into Swiss as he can reach as he gets close. Dew starts to speed up, won’t stop whispering in his ear and Swiss can almost feel Mountain’s balls draw up against his chin at the same time his own tighten, feeling heavy and full. Ready.
It’s not more than another moment, though it could have been an hour for all Swiss knows before the earth ghoul is clawing through his release. Literally. Pricks of pain shoot through the back of Swiss’s skull as warmth shoots down his throat. His tail slips out of him to wag . Mountain mutters something under his breath, destroyed and breathless and, Swiss is sure, devastating, but his mind filters it out completely for what Dew says instead.
“Seeing you like this is better than being high,” and even Swiss’s hazy, dropped mind knows how ridiculous it is that <em>that’s</em> what sends him over the edge. Mountain pulls out just in time for Swiss to sob around his release, fat tears rolling down his cheeks to land on Mountain’s bare feet. His release joins them, as well as coating his stomach, Dew’s hand, creating a trail from the earth ghoul all the way to where his cock finally hangs limp. He can’t catch his breath. He spent, and lucky Mountain’s there to hold him up when Dew gives one more brush over his head with another sweet giggle.
imagine Swiss and Dew trying to out brat each other. Mountain and Rain are gonna have to do something about it. or maybe they sit back and watch the show. Dew tops the shit out of Swiss in the end maybe.
Mean!Dew and everyone else being at his mercy, under the cut.
Mountain came into the common room to stop this. He had every intention of scruffing Swiss and dragging him and Dew apart. They've been at each other all day. He's sick of listening to it.
But the scene he walks in on isn't the one he excepted. It's not Dew and Swiss nose to nose snarling at each other. Instead, Swiss is on his knees. Dew's hand is on the back of his head, tangled in his coarse curls. Swiss' nose is pressed tight to Dew's open zipper. Swiss gags, he pushes against Dew's thighs, not hard enough to get away. It's barely even a protest.
Dew's eyes snap up to where Mountain is standing stunned in the doorway. Dew's lip twitches up into a sneer. He points at the couch with his free hand. And Mountain's feet move on their own accord. He drops onto the couch. He doesn't know why he listens. He's still thinking about dragging them apart. Or maybe telling them to take it somewhere that isn't in the common room. But he keeps his mouth shut instead. Dew rarely ever wins when he and Swiss do this. He doesn't have the heart to take it away from him.
"Mountain's here to watch the show," Dew looks down at Swiss. Dew finally lets him go and Swiss reels back coughing. Dew's cock is flushed, glimmering with spit. Mountain tries not to stare at it.
"You asshole," Swiss spits, barely glancing at Mountain. "Are you trying to--"
Dew drags him forward again, impaling his throat. He rolls his eyes as he does.
"Shut up."
The boredom in his voice has Mountain's cock filling out in his pants. Kicking against his zipper.
Dew holds Swiss down until Swiss digs his fingers into Dew's thighs, he taps twice, hard and Dew lets go. When Swiss drags himself back his dark eyes are glassy, lips swollen and slick with spit.
"Gonna fuck you right here," Dew promises. "For everyone to see. Gonna show them just how much you love it."
Swiss snarls up at him. For a second Mountain thinks they might go back to spitting at each other, that Dew might lose the ground he's gained. But Swiss doesn't do much else, he stays down. The heat behind the snarl is dampened by the look in his eyes, wide, desperate. He's dropping already. Dew shoves his head in Mountain's direction just as Rain steps through the door.
Rain freezes as Swiss catches himself on Mountain's thighs, and Dew steps between Swiss' feet. He nudges them further apart with his boots.
Swiss' eyes dart over to Rain and then back to Mountain. His fingers press into Mountain's thighs. Mountain's fully hard now. When Swiss turns those blown out eyes on him he feels rational thought flee south. He reaches out to stroke his fingers over the sharp line of Swiss' jaw.
Dew makes a displeased noise. "Hands to yourself, dirt boy. You can have him when I'm done."
Swiss whines. He looks up at Mountain like he's expecting the earth ghoul to help him out. Mountain just puts his hands back by his side and shakes his head.
Rain moves from the spot he was frozen in, crossing the room to drop into one of the wingback chairs by the window. He crosses his legs. He adjusts himself, not subtly.
"This what you wanted?" Dew asks Swiss, dragging his sweatpants and boxers down to his thighs in one quick motion. He gives Swiss a sharp slap on the ass that has Swiss growling. His face drops to rest against Mountain's thigh. "To be used? Ruined?"
Swiss' head stays bowed. He doesn't answer Dew, the last dregs of his inherent defiance coming lose. Dew doesn't push with words. Instead he sticks two of his fingers in his own mouth to get them wet. Then works them, roughly, into Swiss' body.
The way Swiss moans, wanton, against Mountain's thigh answers the question just as well as words would have.
"Why don't you suck Mountain off. Give us a show." Dew growls, pumping his fingers in and out of Swiss with vigor. "Then I'll decide if you deserve to be fucked."
Swiss' hands are on Mountain's zipper before the words are all the way out of Dew's mouth. Mountain lifts his hands to help but Dew makes a clicking noise with his tongue that makes Mountain freeze.
"I already told you, dirt boy, hands to yourself."
Mountain swallows hard. He sets his hands back on the couch. From the shadows in the corner of the room, Rain chuckles.
Dew sneers at him. "What are you laughing at, Tadpole. You're next."
