thinking about how the last time copia had chosen to plop himself on the very soft of the ghoul’s commons to hang out with his beloveds, it had been a very slow and frankly boring day.
he’s gotten all of his paperwork dutifully done — stacks and stacks of nonsensical forms perfectly finished with a flourish of his signature — and his presence isn’t particular needed anywhere until midnight mass; 9 hours from now. so, he finds himself in the ghoul’s commons, situated in one of those reclining chairs with cushions soft to the touch that the ghouls couldn’t resist stealing from the higher clergy.
he has rain curled in his lap, permanently chilled breath curling over his neck in ways that rise goosebumps to the surface of his skin, although not at all unpleasantly. dewdrop has pressed himself into the arm of the couch closest to where both copia and rain are curled into each other, and he always runs hot. sunshine, too, has claimed her spot next to her papa’s feet in the floor, her own equally warm vessel has her cheek pressed against copia’s knee and her delicate claws trailing up and down the length of his lower legs without much thought. the vastly different temperatures pressed against his body is starting to give his brain some sort of processing whiplash, but copia hardly has the focus to really be bothered by it.
“i’m boooooreeeedddd—“ swiss groans from his spot on the floor, throwing his head dramatically back against the ledge of the couch and knocking one of his horns against aether’s thigh in the process.
“fucking shut up, dude, we all are!” dewdrop hisses in exasperation, his clawed hands reaching up to rub away the clear boredom plastered all over his face.
“ugh!! there’s gotta be something we can do so this day can pass by milliseconds quicker than it already fucking is.” swiss grumbles again, undeterred by dewdrop’s swears as he continues to pout. aether reaches down to scratch deeply at the roots of swiss’ scalp, earning himself a pleased purr that even copia could feel from across the room.
“do you ghouls have any games that you are interested in playing right now? card games, board games, anything?” copia helpfully supplies in an attempt to keep his beloveds happy. “the siblings keep some cards in their common kitchen, i can go—“
“no.” rain mumbles against his neck, and sunshine’s claws suddenly dig into the bone of his ankle in a clear grasp, and that was the end of that train of thought.
“okay.” copia presses a kiss against one of rain’s horns and is pleased at the chitter he receives in return. “but, uhm, aid anyone interested in a game?”
the commons room goes silent as everyone attempts to think of something that they would be interested in doing, even despite the crippling sense of boredom. then,
“there’s the ‘touch game’.” mountain’s voice sleepily rumbles past his lips, his head having been resting back against the cushions with his eyes closed. copia didn’t even realize he had been awake till now.
“the, uhm, the ‘touching game’?” copia repeats, unsure of the name of the activity. but the suggestion certainly got the attention of both swiss and dew, who are grinning at each other with concerning intensity. “what is that?”
somewhere from across the commons, copia can briefly hear the happy trilling of both cumulus and cirrus, but copia is too distracted by the way mountain lifts his head to stare down copia with sparkling green eyes and his own mischievous smirk. rain had started nuzzling into the side of his open neck, the suggestion of his fangs brushing against the brittle skin. even sunshine is not unaffected as she has rolled up the loose material of his pant leg just enough to press her own searing kisses into the bone of his ankle.
he’s certainly blushing now, and even the wonderful chill of rain’s body wasn’t enough to combat the heat of his growing interest.
“we can show you,” aether supplies, the hand that was scratching through swiss’ scalp now has a mercilessly tight grip on the short curls instead, keeping his head in place and his neck clearly exposed, “if you’re interested.”
“sí.” copia breathes shallowly, his hands struggling to find places to properly rest and grip so he fingers at the chair’s arms instead. rain worries a piece of skin between his talented teeth and tongue and copia hopes he leaves a mark until the end of this horrible day finally dawns. maybe even well after that. “if you’re willing.”
“of course.”
and that was how copia was swiftly stripped in the middle of their commons, blindfolded, and asked to kneel and ‘be a good rat’. all he could properly remember was the dizzying amounts of hands and claws groping his skin and tugging at his hairs and nipples and cock with a chaotic intensity and clear unholy intent. they brushed over his thighs, grabbed at the soft skin of his belly, groped at his ass, stroked over his cock and balls and tugged at his nipples and ears, and copia had one hell of a time keeping up.
what they asked in return was simple. ‘tell us who is touching you. if you get it right, you can fuck them’.
but copia struggled to keep up with their touches and strokes while properly picking up the littlest clues and hints their palms leave behind regarding their owner’s identity. copia’s hips worked fervently into dewdrop, and later into rain, as they were the easiest to guess correctly; their temperatures and intensity always giving them away.
but then it got harder, and the ghouls had failed to mention that if copia was incorrect in guessing who was currently feeling him up, then the mysterious ghoul could fuck him in return throughout the next round. needless to say, it got harder and harder to properly guess the owner’s of those wandering claws when there’s a hand ghosting over your hole, a cock pounding into your guts, and a pussy wrapped perfectly around your own arousal.
not once after that did copia guess correctly. not once was there a moment where he didn’t feel full. and not once did copia not suspect that his precious ghouls were starting to lie to him, just to have an excuse to properly fuck him.
not that he’s complaining.