Title: Things We Buried Low
Chapter: I've Got A Taste For You
Series: Trans Dew
Rating: Explicit
Ships: Raindrop (Dewther, Raither, Dewtherain)
Warnings: Dom/sub. Oral Sex. Gender Dysphoria. Body Dysphoria. Penis Size. Cunnilingus. Clit/lips/hole/etc. used for Dew's anatomy. No beta we go down like Holy Mary. Praise Kink. Adult Language. Begging. Orgasm Delay/Denial. Polyamorous Ghouls.
Words: 2,622
Summary: "Coming to the surface now, my love." Dew, Rain, and Æther navigate desire and dysphoria. Sub Rain wants to service his Dom, transmasc Dew
Notes: Any errors regarding ftm hormone therapy effects and/or gender/body dysphoria are my own, and there is no misrepresentation or offense intended. Please, if I've gotten something way wrong, leave a constructive, educational comment. Divider by me.
Taglist: @alex-loves-cookies @m0rbidways @marksoftheevilones @a-hearts-a-heavy-burden @blackberries45
Rain heard the shower cut off and squirmed. He was in a Lustful mood and had been waiting for Dew to get done. It had been some time since he and Dew had been intimate. He understood why, but he craved it like he was starving. He crawled down to the end of the bed and knelt there, hands on his knees, looking subservient in the way he knew Dew liked. this should get his attention, Rain thought, lowering his gaze as the door lock clicked and steam came billowing out from the bathroom.
He didn't chance a look up, knowing that would cancel out what he was trying to accomplish. But he could imagine Dew's glistening skin still dappled with water, long hair tangled around his horns waiting to be combed out, and the biggest towel they had fixed around his waist. Dew was alright with showing his chest, since the scars were healing well. But exposing himself below the belt, even to his sub, at times was still too much.
Rain's inner visions swirled and transformed to memories of past encounters, and it made his cock twitch. Still looking down, though, all he could see were Dew's feet when they stopped in front of him. He watched his toes curl into the carpet, and listened to him exhale. Only silence followed. nope, he said to himself, resigned, not gonna be tonight, i guess.
Then the towel hit the floor.
Dew tilted Rain's chin up gently, guiding his gaze to his face as he shook back his hair. Rain was very conscious of the effort it took to keep his eyes up, because Dew fully naked was a rare thing nowadays. As badly as he wanted to see his Dom in all his unholy glory, he had to behave. His patience would be rewarded.
Dew smirked at him, blue eyes shining. "You got something on your mind?" Rain shivered at his voice, the deeper register it had now because of the hormones. His ears still didn't always expect it, and it was so delicious to hear it laced with seduction.
"i do," he responded quietly. "if you're in the mood for it, i would love to taste you." Rain had learned to be straightforward, especially about sex and his own desires. If he hadn't, his shyness would've prevented him from getting anything at all. Better to push through and say it.
It was Dew's turn to shudder. It was true, what Rain proposed didn't happen often, but he knew how good Rain was at it. He also knew it was one of Rain's favorite acts, his go-to when it came to pleasing and servicing his partners. It had been a good day, mentally and emotionally, and Dew felt comfortable enough with his still female-coded lower body to allow this. In fact, the thought of Rain's dark eyes looking up from between his thighs...
"You can have it, beloved," he said, leaning in for emphasis with a deep, passion-filled kiss.
Rain's hands flexed, itching with the desire to touch. He fought to keep them in place until he was given leave, squeezing his own thighs instead. Dew wasn't oblivious to it.
"Go ahead, Rain," he said, stepping even closer. "Use your hands too."
"thank you," Rain breathed out, lifting his hands to caress the backs of Dew's thighs, trailing upwards with a light touch. It made Dew shiver again, and Rain couldn't help smiling. He continued, moving his hands around to grab at Dew's hips. He massaged at the creases where hip and thigh meet with his thumbs, his breath getting heavy with anticipation. But his eyes stayed on Dew's face, as challenging as that was. He felt a whine rise in his throat.
"can i look at you? please?" He whispered his plea, trying not to also pout. Dew breathed hard through his nose and nodded. Rain said his thanks, and was very controlled, dropping his eyes slowly. From Dew's eyes to his mouth, his throat, watching him swallow. Then his chest, the scars faded to a soft pink beneath his pierced nipples. Over his flat stomach, where a delicate, tantalizing line of hair had sprouted below his navel, trailing down his pelvis. And finally, his mons, the hair there trimmed into a neat strip, a habit Dew was sometimes less meticulous with since starting the hormones. Tonight, though, apparently he'd decided to do so.
"you're beautiful, Dew." Rain still whispered, his words almost a paean. He watched as a blush spread over Dew's entire body that still trembled under his gaze, clear signs he was getting very aroused. Rain began to trace that crease with his fingers, slowly edging towards more sensitive flesh.
"Don't be a tease." Dew's voice was approaching a growl. "Either touch me or don't." He needed something to happen before he lost his nerve.
Rain, ever an obedient sub, made his choice. His fingers sought and found Dew's clit, already stiffening, and worked it in quick circles. It had grown a bit from the hormones already, and was just as sensitive as ever. His other hand snaked up Dew's spine to right between his shoulder blades and pulled him closer. Rain nuzzled into the crook of his neck, listening to Dew start to pant.
"Why do you still have fucking clothes on?" Dew muttered between his labored breaths, as he feverishly worked to open Rain's pants. Rain started to move his hands to help, until, "Don't fucking stop. Don't you dare," menaced out through clenched teeth. In his state, Dew still fumbled with belt and button and zipper, but finally managed to free Rain's intimidating erection, and started stroking it.
"thank you," Rain said again, this time engaging his vocal chords. "i love when you touch me."
Another smirk tugged up Dew's lips. "Who wouldn't want to touch this?" He gave the thick shaft a hard squeeze. "Ten outta ten."
Rain chuckled and shook his head. Looking him in the face again, his hand between Dew's thighs slowed with the distraction. "you love that joke, ever since you measured it the one time. it's so silly."
Dew fully grinned. "It's accurate. And I love it."
"i know you do -- oh." Rain's voice turned husky as Dew's hand started to move faster. He could do nothing else than respond in kind, and a strangled moan was his reward. He shifted his hand's position, placing the pad of his thumb on the sensitive nub instead and probing two fingers further to circle Dew's entrance, finding it was getting wet. Sometimes the hormones made that difficult, but it didn't seem that way now. Rain knew better than to attempt penetration unless he was told to, but Dew gasping in his ear was encouraging.
"Fuck, yes!" Dew cried out, teeth clenching again and hips jerking forward. His free hand gripped Rain's shirt at the shoulder, gathering the fabric in his fist. "You're still wearing clothes."
"you told me not to stop. that makes it a little difficult to get undressed."
"Fine," Dew huffed. "Be quick." He backed up a step as Rain stood and tugged his shirt over his head with one hand. In the moment his face was covered, Dew dragged his pants and boxers down to his ankles for him. And he stared.
Rain was taller, but also thin, like he was. It wasn't the first time Dew felt a pang of Envy that he didn't look like that. His hips flared just a little too much, and of course there was the more obvious issue of his genitals. Top surgery had helped, the hormone therapy helped, and maybe someday the rest of him would match too. He scowled and tried to literally shake the thoughts from his mind; he could admire Rain without being jealous. He could have this pleasure without the dysphoria.
"you okay?" Rain asked, eyes filled with concern even as he lazily, subconsciously, touched himself.
"Yeah, it's fine. I didn't tell you you could do that."
Rain immediately put his hands behind his back, mirroring the way Dew stood sometimes. Having Rain obey so readily brought Dew back into the moment. Even the smirk returned.
"Good boy," he praised, to which Rain whimpered in response. "I want those hands back on me instead."
"yes, Dew, thank you." Rain stepped aside as Dew climbed onto the bed, lying down on his back and spreading his legs. He hadn't revoked the permission to look. And so Rain did, focusing on that glisten of moisture as he slid his hands up those spread limbs. "you look so good, i want you on my mouth." His voice was hushed again, and between words he grazed kisses on Dew's inner thighs. He saw the movement as Dew clenched, causing a fresh bead of fluid to escape. "you're already wet, i can see it. i can smell it. by the Morningstar, Dew, please..."
"I said touch me." The waver in Dew's voice further betrayed how turned on he was, and Rain was so tempted to just lick. But he was going to be good, and wait. As his fingers again made contact, Dew added hurriedly, "Not inside. Not yet."
"i won't," Rain promised. "not until you tell me." Instead he teased at the opening again, stroking just between the folds. With his other arm crooked and resting on Dew's hip and pelvis, he used that thumb to again rub his clit, with more pressure and vigor this time.
Dew's back arched, pushing his head against the pillows. The sheets were clamped in his fists and he started moaning. So much of the time he denied himself, because even touch from his partners wasn't okay, no matter how much he longed for it. But he'd always hit a point when he was just too needy, so pent up that he didn't care anymore. This was one of those times, and every single one of Rain's touches was pleasure almost to the point of overwhelming.
Within moments Rain's fingers were coated, to say nothing of Dew's inner lips. He yearned for that first taste, for the feel of the soft, tender skin under his lips and tongue. "Dew please," he begged, breathing hard. "please can i taste you?? Dew i need you, please!"
"So desperate..." Dew panted out, unclear if he was only talking about Rain. "Yes, beloved. Taste me."
With a loud groan, Rain removed his hands, wrapping them under Dew's thighs instead, and dove in. His tongue pressed and then swept against the opening, his proud nose stroking against Dew's clit. The taste was better than he remembered, and all the sensory input had his cock jumping beneath him, smearing his pre-cum into the bedsheets.
Dew shook almost violently, his neglected nerves exploding with pleasure. He couldn't even manage full moans anymore, just clipped, animalistic grunts and whines. Without thinking, his hands released the sheets and instead grabbed one horn and one fistful of soft, fluffy dark hair, pulling at it while simultaneously pushing his sub's face harder against him.
Rain could moan, though, and did. Loudly, from deep in his chest, covering Dew in vibration as he also rutted against the mattress. Dew found his own voice again and echoed the muffled sound, bending his knees and thrusting his hips upwards. More, he needed more.
"Suck me," he barked out.
Rain groaned again, bringing his mouth to cover Dew's clit, suckling and lapping at it with abandon. He reveled in the sounds Dew made, how loud he was getting, how he snarled and thrashed like a man possessed. Increasing the pressure, he drew Dew's labia into his mouth as well and then pulled back, letting it slide out before going back to sucking.
When Dew got this excited, his already enlarged clit swelling further and firming up with Rain's lips tight around it, it was almost closer to what he imagined having his cock sucked would feel like. That thought, the sensation of it being almost right, was euphoric and drove him wild. And as always Rain was so good. His hips bucked and his limbs flailed, and he was right there.
"Rain, Rain fuck! One Below, Fuckdon'tstopI'mgonnafuckincum!!" The words rushed together, but Rain already knew. He didn't stop. He didn't change a thing. Just vocalized his appreciation and let Dew tumble over that threshold.
A scream ripped from Dew's throat as more juices flowed from him, and Rain dipped lower once more, making a mess of his mouth and chin. He waited to withdraw until he was sure Dew's wave had crested, till he heard hoarse panting and the undulation of Dew's hips slowed.
He pulled his face away just enough to start to catch his breath. Then extended his tongue for one last, long lick, one more taste to savor. It was enough to trigger another immediate aftershock orgasm for Dew, and Rain laughed with the pure joy of it all. A barely audible, "Good boy," drifted to Rain's ears and he smiled with Pride to himself. His needs could wait, his Dom was happy with him.
"Well well well," came a familiar voice from behind him. It was Rain's turn to smirk as he glanced over his shoulder.
"Æther-my-love, i'm sorry you missed it."
"Me too. Heard our little Dewdrop all the way downstairs in the kitchen. You got him good, Rainy-boy."
"You two are really gonna talk about me like I'm not right here." Dew propped himself up on his elbows, cheeks flush and eyes glazed over, still lightly panting with a few stray tears running down his face. He'd tried to sound annoyed, but it came out almost petulant.
"Never, my love." Æther's words were heavy with growing desire. "I just want to know if you're ready for more."
Dew groaned in feigned exasperation and flopped back down onto the bed. Æther rolled his eyes and came closer, discarding his clothes as he did.
When he reached the bed, naked as the other two, he ran a finger along Rain's spine, eliciting a shudder and a giggle. Rain looked up at him and Æther's pupils dilated in amusement.
"You got a string there, Rainy. From your lips to his." He swiped at it with his thumb, then dragged that digit vertically down Rain's lower lip.
Rain only shrugged. "i'm not surprised. he's made quite the mess." He shot a playful nip as Æther withdrew his hand.
Æther returned the smirk from earlier. "So I see. He let you cum yet?"
"nuh-uh," Rain shook his head and humped at the bed for emphasis.
"Dew, you're cruel."
"He's my sub, Æther." Dew had draped an arm over his eyes, hoping the wetness of them hadn't been noticed. "I can do with him what I please. And you're a good boy, Rain, waiting till you're told."
"thank you." The praise, Dew's taste and scent, the denial, all combined to send Rain right back to subspace. He nuzzled soft and serene against Dew's thigh.
Climbing onto the bed, Æther sat Dew up for a moment, positioning himself behind him, then reclining him back again, Dew's head coming to rest on his plush belly. Dew smiled and purred, turning his face to one side and mirroring Rain's nuzzling.
Æther began smoothing his hand over Dew's hair. "I was serious, Dewdrop. You good to go again?"
Dew's blue eyes opened and he looked up. His voice was quiet when he spoke. "I think so."
"Good." Æther saw the tears but didn't let on. He caressed Dew's cheek with one finger, then jerked his head at Rain. "How 'bout you, Rainy, how's your jaw?"
Rain's dark eyes sparkled. "i could go for another helping."
Æther grinned. "Round two then, boys."
