Dew offers a questioning chirp, lays his head back on Mountain's chest to peer up at him. Water splashes against the sides of the tub, carries the sweet-scented suds over the sides to drip onto the tiled floor below. Mountain noses at his temple, sniffs at his soaked hair.
"How can you tell?" Dew settles back against his chest, stretching sore legs with a groan. "All I smell is oranges 'n dirt." Mountain snuffles against his ear and Dew squawks, slaps at his leg under the water. "Quit it, you weirdo."
Mountain ignores him for the most part, and Dew doesn't have the energy to balk at the attention. They'd spent a large portion of this sweltering summer day in the orchards, picking peaches and citrus by the bushel. Delivering some to the kitchens and the rest to the truck waiting by the greenhouse, all destined for the abbey's farmstand in one form or another. Dew hadn't minded the work, but it left him with jelly legs and a crunchy spine that demanded a nice warm soak.
Thankfully, Mountain hadn't objected to his request for a piggyback ride to get there.
"You need a better nose," the other ghoul rumbles, dragging the tip of his nose from the crown of Dew's head to the base of one horn. "What hair treatment did you use?"
Dew shrugs, letting his eyes slip shut. Resting one hand over the arm Mountain has looped around his waist and the other on a muscular thigh. Mountain's other arm rests on the rim of the bath, fingers swirling through the surface of the water. It's started to go cool, and Dew sighs.
"Dunno."
The little ghoul up his temperature until the tub is steaming again, pouring warmth into the broad body behind him as a bonus. Mountain clearly appreciates it, judging by the way he holds him a little tighter. Task accomplished, Dew waves at the bevy of bottles on the shelves next to the tub.
"Whichever one's in front," he mumbles, tipping his head when the other ghoul moves to sniff at his neck instead. "Didn't care what I got, just needed the gross gone."
Mountain chuffs, warm breath flowing over his wet skin. Dew hums with it, a sound that melts into a gentle exhale when Mountain presses his lips to the sensitive spot just below his ear.
"The blue one?"
"Maybe?" Dew strokes the soft skin of Mountain's thigh, an unconscious motion that mirrors the way Mountain's lips travel down his neck, across his shoulder. "Maybe green. Why, s'it smell bad?"
"Far from it, droplet," Mountain assures him. "Just...interesting. Different, but familiar."
Well that explains a lot.
"Are you tellin' me I stink or - ah!" Dew squeaks in when Mountain nips at his shoulder, fangs he's not expecting pinching his skin. "Hey, what the -"
"You smell good," Mountain whispers, and whatever Dew was about to say fades into nothing when he feels something stir against his lower back. "Really good."
Dew gasps when a rough tongue laves at his shoulder, shivers when it glides up his throat. His own cock twitches despite the ache still threaded through his muscles, and the little ghoul sucks air through his teeth when Mountain sucks his earlobe.
"Shit, Mount," he groans, raking his claws along the taller ghoul's inner thigh. "Thought you were tired."
"I'm fucking exhausted," he confirms, shifting his hold to splay a large hand over Dew's belly. "But you just smell so good..."
Mountain drags him closer, until he's fully flush with his chest and Dew can feel his half-hard cock mold to the small of his back. Mountain buries his nose in his hair while more water splashes to the floor, taking a long, deep inhale.
"So you keep saying," Dew mumbles, but he really can't complain when every breath seems to make Mountain throb against him. He wiggles as best he can, just to make the other ghoul gasp. "This thing seems to agree."
"Can't help it." Mountain's other hand sinks beneath the suds, grips Dew’s skinny thigh. "Dunno why, but -"
"'S fine," Dew sighs, working to make himself sound put out despite the fact that he's gotten all chubby himself. "But since you want it so bad," he lilts, a gentle tease, "don't expect me to do any of the work."
He means it to sound haughty, like a taunt, something for Mountain to bounce off of. To call him lazy, or a princess, or any of a thousand other things that would only add fuel the embers starting to burn in his belly.
"Okay," Mountain breathes instead, and Dew doesn't have time to process it before he's being moved.
Not far, mind, but still. Mountain hooks his hands under each of Dew's thighs and lifts him, the water aiding the motion. He sits the little ghoul higher in his lap, thick shaft dragging between Dew's cheeks and wringing a surprised sound out of him.
"Mount, what -"
"Shh," Mountain soothes, slouching further into the water until his knees break the surface. "Just let me have you."
Well, it's not like Dew would ever say no to that.
He's not sure what to expect with the way Mountain's arranging them, but it becomes clear soon enough; he settles Dew against his chest once more, but further up. Far enough for the little ghoul to rest his head on Mountain's shoulder. He rests Dew's legs between his own, keeps them spread just enough to -
"Oh."
Dew sucks his lower lip between his fangs when he feels something hard and hot insert itself between his thighs, pressed right up against his tight sack, and despite the warmth of the water Dew shivers eyes fluttering shut. He squeezes his legs together and loves the loud thud of Mountain's head hitting the porcelain wall of the tub. He snickers, rests his hands on Mountain's exposed knees.
"Like that, big guy?"
Mountain doesn't answer with anything but a low purr, the vibration lovely against Dew's back. Encouraging him to relax even further, to slip a little deeper. He can't even be bothered to open his eyes when one of those massive hands slides up his thigh, over his hip, fingertips drifting through his sparse happy trail. Mountain finds his stiff little dick, gives it a single stroke, and Dew doesn't bother hiding his soft moan.
Then the other ghoul chages his grip, presses Dew's cock against the firm shaft of his own, and as Mountain takes both of their lengths in one hand Dew feels him nosing at his scalp again.
"Who'd think you'd get so boned up over some soap," Dew mutters, as far from complaining as he could be. Mountain chuckles as he fists their cocks, one long, slow stroke.
"Can't help it," he repeats, and Dew responds with the tiniest roll of his hips. One that makes Mountain choke and hold them even tighter. "Fuck, Dew -"
"Just keep sniffin' me, weirdo," the little ghoul teases, happy to do nothing but lay back and enjoy the way Mountain's veiny shaft feels against his own. "But if you cum first you're suckin' me off."
It became a ritual for both of them. Crawling into each other’s arm and into the bathtub that was in Rains bathroom, washing away the dirt and grime that came from the greenhouse and the lake. They’d been yelled at more then once for flooding the bathroom, water slashing everywhere as one pushed into the other, a new desperation and neediness crawling at their skin.
But today wasn’t like that. Today the water remained still, only rippling slightly with each breath they took.
Rain was fully submerged, his gills fluttering with each breath. Only his hands, held onto Mountain’s shoulder and back and one leg, hooked over Mountain’s hip remained above the water. Mountain rested between his leg, one arm under Rains back, supporting him, the other under his head, hand buried in his hair as he ran gently claws though his hair.
They’d been like this for hours now, happily laying in the water together, basking in the gentleness and closeness of each other’s company. Mountain’s tail occasionally flicking the hot tap back on whenever the water cooled a little too much for his liking.
Mountain pulled away from where his head was buried in Rain’s neck. He taps the water ghouls chin gently, signalling him to come back up to the surface. Rain breeched the surface of the water, flicking the excess water off his ears, a small pout on his lips.
“I was comfy down there.” He pouts even more.
Mountain laughs lightly at him.
“I know, I’m sorry, dragonfly.”
“Then why ask me to come up.” His pout deepens.
“Wanted to wash your hair.” Mountain smiles at him.
Rain looks at him in fake thought.
“I suppose I can allow that.”
“I didn’t think you’d object to that.” Mountain laughs again. “I’ll even use Dew’s special shampoo and conditioner.”
Rain gasps at him.
“Scandalous. He’ll kill you if he find out you’ve used that, you know.”
“I will squash him like the bug he is if he even tries.”
It was Rain’s turn to laugh.
“You know, I’d like to see that.”
Nothing else gets said as Mountain lathers up Rain's hair with Dew’s expensive shampoo. Rain leans into his touch, pushing his head back into Mountain’s hands with a small sigh.
Mountain scratches at his scalp with his claws, making Rain's eyes flutter shut, another sigh leaving his lips.
“That feel good, darling?”
Rain hums, unable to speak, feeling himself go fully boneless at Mountain’s gentle touch, he’s unable to stop the purr that rumbles though his chest.
Mountain is quick to wash the suds from his hair and wash the conditioner in, leaving it there to soak in.
“Your hair's so curly.” Mountain twists one of the soapy ringlets round his finger. “So pretty.”
Rain whines and Shakes his head, feeling his cheeks heat up.
“What? It’s true.” Mountain runs his thumb along Rain's cheekbones. “You’re so pretty, Rain.”
“Stop it.” Rain whispers, a blush high on his cheeks.
“Never.” Mountain places a gentle kiss to his lips. “Prettiest dragonfly at the lake.” He places another kiss to Rain's lips. “If I had a net, I’d catch you and keep you forever.”
Rain hums, squinting his eyes open.
“You don’t need a net.” He leans up slightly to return a kiss. “I’m already yours, forever.”
Sub mountain, Sub mountain, Sub mountain, Sub mountain!! Big boy deserves to be fucked and knotted until he’s crying! Let him be a pillow princess!
I've got some Sub Mountain gang bang with bonus Transmasc Rain and Transfem Sunshine for this lovely Mountain Monday.
Mountain couldn’t move if he wanted to. There are bodies holding him down at every turn. He’s awash in scent and sensation. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever get up, if he’ll survive this onslaught. But if this is the end of him—death by orgasm—he’ll take it without complaint.
Rain rolls his hips, a slow decadent grind. It’s designed to get Rain off, not Mountain. But the fluttering of his slick muscles on each pass are mind numbing. Rain’s so tight and wet. He’s shivery already. Each drag of his hips pulls a soft breathy moan from his lungs and Mountain thinks he’s going insane.
And then there’s Aether.
Holding Mountain’s knees apart, keeping him spread open, as he pushes in. His pace is no faster than Rain’s. Agonizingly slow. Not enough. Too much. Aether’s missing Mountain’s prostate on purpose, Mountain knows it.
He can still taste Cumulus’ slick on his tongue as Dew slaps his dick against Mountain’s cheek. “Open up.”
Mountain turns his glazed over eyes to the fire ghoul just as Rain clenches hard around him and Mountain swears his brain is melting out of his ears. He parts his swollen lips, and Dew shoves his cock in, past his teeth, over his tongue, head bumping against the back of his throat in no time. Mountain can’t move much given his current position, which leaves Dew to fuck his mouth however he wants.
Mountain closes his eyes as Dew starts to thrust, the head of his cock dragging over Mountain’s tongue, spiling precum already. Dew grabs one of Mountain’s horns and uses it as an anchor.
Mountain groans, sinks into sensation. Lets himself be used.
Someone—Swiss judging by the chortle of laughter that follows, reaches over and brushes his fingers over Mountain’s pebbled nipple. Mountain jolts, the sensation piled on top of everything else is like an electric shock. He open his eyes, finds Swiss just to the left of Dew, kneeling next to Mountain on the bed. He drags his fingers over Mountain’s chest again, plucking and thumbing over sensitive skin to elicit whatever reaction he can.
Then his hand slips lower, dips out of view. But Mountain doesn’t have to wonder what his plan is for long because suddenly Rain is keening, cunt clenching hard around Mountain’s cock. He can feel Rain get wetter around him. He whines around Dew’s cock.
It all gets urgent after that. Rain picks up the pace as Swiss plays with his clit. Aether, not to be outdone, shifts his angle and suddenly he’s nailing Mountain’s prostate with what feels like supernatural precision.
Dew grabs his other horn, his thrusts get fast, her swears, fangs digging into his lip as he looks down to watch.
Mountain can’t think anymore. There are only his packmates. Swiss’ other hand comes up to tug at his nipple again and he whines low in his throat. He’s drooling all over himself, the bed. He can feel Rain’s slick drying in his belly hair as Rain fucks himself on Mountain’s cock, chasing an orgasm. Fluttering and clenching.
Aether snaps his hips forward hard, getting faster. Mountain can’t do anything but hang on and try to hold back. He won’t last like this, not for long, he can’t. How can he be expected to.
“You’re not going to cum before everyone else are you?” Swiss purrs. “Sunny and Cirrus and I have had a turn yet.”
Mountain can’t speak, not even if he didn’t have Dew’s dick down his throat. He reaches up to touch Rain, to put his hands on those narrow hips for something to hold on to, but Swiss bats his hands away.
Aether’s thrusts are getting sloppy, and Rain is shuddering, hard. Mountain can feel the way his thighs are shaking, his whole body quivering as he whines and pants. And if the amount of pre leaking onto Mountain’s tongue is any indication, Dew’s losing it.
Close, they’re all close. He can do it ,he can hold out, he can—
Rain goes rigid above him, he lets out a long low moan, as he cums. Shaking and clenching, and shuddering and Mountain can’t.
He has no hope of stopping it. He’s cumming before he’s even registered how close he is, Rain’s body milking him for all he’s worth. Gasping around Dew’s cock and eyes rolling back in his head as he tries and fails to keep it all at bay.
Aether follows him right over, shoving his knot inside of Mountain with a growl and cumming deep inside of Mountain. Pulsing and twitching.
Mountain’s oversensitive body twitches with every small movement.
Swiss tuts like he’s disappointed. “Really expected better of you.”
Mountain feels his face heat, blush spilling down his cheeks. He wants to apologize, but Rain is still rolling his hips and it hurts. And Dew’s dick is still in his mouth and Aether’s still grinding into him, the head of his cock still pressing against his prostate with each minute motion.
Swiss says. “C’mon Aeth. Stop being greedy. I want to knot him. Now.”
“Fuck—give me a minute. It’s not going to go down if he keeps fucking clenching.”
Nothing has changed except now Mountain’s overstimulated, body screaming for more and less. He digs his fingers into the sheets, and feels tears well up in his eyes.
It’s so much, and they’re not going to stop. He doesn’t want them to stop.
Dew cums down his throat with a shout, pulling away before Mountain can even catch it all. He doesn’t even have a chance to close his mouth or swallow before Sunshine is replacing him, pushing her cock past his lips a little more delicately than Dew.
“He’s crying,” she says, almost like she’s in awe. She drags her fingers through the tears just starting to slip from his eyes.
I'm taking on the challenge to write a little something each day. Day one and we have to thank @miasmaghoul for giving me some tips to help me get through it!
Word count: 507
Mountain hadn’t been sleeping well recently. With a tour approaching the craziness was starting. He had to make sure his greenhouse was organised and ready for those that would be caring for it in his absence. There were extra practices to fine-tune anything Papa deemed necessary. Packing up the less vital equipment and taking stock of what they had or needed. It was madness. But Mountain wouldn’t change it for anything. If only he could get some more sleep at night.
Dew had been having nightmares again. Aether did his best to help Dew, but Mountain would still wake throughout the night. It was night five. Mountain had been woken up an hour ago, he’d tossed and turned but couldn’t get back to sleep. The birds had started and Mountain sighed. He may as well get up and have a bath before he started his day.
A warm bath with some relaxing bath salts to start off his day. As the bath filled and the smell of lavender started to fill the room, a weight settled over Mountain. The exhaustion hitting him like a train, the stress that had been building demanded attention and his heart ached for his favourite little fire ghoul. Dew hadn’t had it easy topside and the nightmares returning were cause for concern.
A quiet knock on his door pulled him from his thoughts. The smell of burnt cinnamon hit him before he made it through the small room. Dew stood there looking at the floor, his hair had fallen to cover most of his face, but Mountain knew he’d been crying. This wasn’t the first time that the little ghoul had come to him after Aether had helped him settle after a nightmare. They didn’t need to talk yet, Dew followed behind Mountain, dropping his clothes into the hamper near the bathroom door on the way in.
Once Mountain had got himself comfortable in the bath, Dew stepped in and it didn’t take long for him to curl into Mountain, as much as he could in the bath. The two stayed there in silence for a while, letting their bodies soak up the heat, Dew helping to keep the water warm for them. Dew would sniffle every now and then, occasionally trying to snuggle into Mountain even more. Before they decided to dry off, Mountain washed Dew's hair, a habit they got into once the earth ghoul realised how much it helped to settle Dew.
When the two didn’t show up for breakfast, a morning coffee for Dew and toast for Mount, Aether went to check in, wanting to make sure they were ok and see how Dew was fairing. He knocked, getting no answer he stuck his head in to see them both asleep. Snapping a picture of Mountain on his back, an arm thrown over his eyes and Dew, sprawled out almost entirely on top of Mount. They had a few hours until they had to be up for practice and Aether didn’t have the heart to wake them yet.
contains: sub mountain, dom dew, spanking, pet play, implied temperature play
words: 1,152
He'd lost track of where he ends and where Dew begins a long time ago. He's been in this room for years. His knees are sore. His ass stings. He's bent over a dresser, struggling to keep his eyes focused on his reflection because Dew told him to. He can't quite manage to lift his eyes to his own face, instead staring at the blurred dark streak of the collar around his throat, the bruises and bite marks framing it, trailing down his chest, across his shoulders. His brows draw together as his eyes track over the marks, fighting to remember what he'd done to earn them.
The collar tightens around his throat without warning, pressure against the front as Dew pulls hard. His face appears floating over his shoulder, and in the space of the seconds it takes him to drag his gaze up to look at the razor-sharp grin splitting his face, Dew's palm cracks across his ass, makes him jump and groan. The sound is disconnected, far away, but he knows he's the one who made it because it reverberates in his chest.
"Mountain," Dew growls, his voice rough and low right in his ear. "I asked you a question."
Did he? He's struggling to parse meaning from words. The name Mountain feels so distant. It does on the best of days, but especially now, when he doesn't feel even remotely tethered to reality. Only the pressure on his throat and the insistent burning sting of his skin feels real.
I– he starts, pressing the word into Dew's head. He's interrupted by a sharp strike across the back of his thighs, a yank on his collar.
"Out loud. Words, Mountain." Dew's tone is sharp, and all he can do for a moment is groan unintelligently. He works his heavy tongue in his mouth, trying to remember how to form voluntary sounds. He's drooling. He manages a slurred, barely coherent version of the heavy growls and clicks of ghoulish.
"I don't–"
Again, Dew yanks and strikes. Simultaneously this time, making his body jolt and slump forward with a soft groan. It only puts more weight on the collar; Dew offers no give, no mercy.
"English. You remember English, right?" He sees the sneer on Dew's face out of the corner of his eye and just groans again, something deep in the pit of his belly tightening. "It's a simple fucking question."
He's not sure if Dew means his thinly veiled insult, or the question he doesn't remember being asked. He drags his eyes up in the mirror to meet the reflection of Dew's gaze, watches his lip curl in distaste.
"You don't even know your own name right now, do you," Dew mutters, wrapping the leash around his hand, once, twice, a slow and deliberate movement. He’s mesmerized by the movement, and it’s the only warning he gets before Dew yanks hard, down and back, makes his back arch and his head drop back, a wrecked sound punching out of him. He can't breathe like this, the ceiling swimming above him. Dew's upside-down face fills his vision, rolling his eyes at him as he pulls him back even more, forcing him off the dresser until he's standing unsteady on his own two feet.
His vision starts to go dark and distantly, he hears Dew huff a split second before he releases the pressure on the leash. Not all the way, of course not, but enough. He sucks in a lungful of air, eyes wide and wild, hands reaching in front of him to brace against the dresser. He catches sight of his own cock in the mirror, hanging hard and heavy between his legs, watches it twitch as Dew's hand splays against the front of his throat. His palm is hot on his skin. His cock kicks again, drooling, and all he can do is moan, a wanton sound high in his throat.
"Dumb slut," Dew murmurs, his tone neutral, almost sweet. Like how poisonous plants paint themselves bright, enticing colors. He licks a long, hot stripe up the side of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine, settling as heat coiled at the base of it. "Come here."
Dew doesn't give him time to comply on his own, or try to figure out where 'here' is supposed to be, simply tugging on the collar, jerking him to his feet again. His hand stays at his throat as he pulls him across the room, stops him just in front of the bed. There's a metalic snick from behind his skull, and the pressure is gone. Dew appears in front of him, his expression focused as he clips the leash onto the ring at the front of the collar. It morphs into a dangerous smile as he looks up, gaze boring directly into his soul as he slowly lowers himself to sit on the edge of the bed.
His thoughts are thick syrup, unable to predict where this is going as he watches Dew lay back, spreading his legs, tail relaxed and flicking lazily between them. "Well? You gonna just stand there, or are you going to do the one thing you're good at?"
It's a lot of words. They sink in slowly, a little jumbled, and he's struggling to untangle the meaning. Dew props himself on his elbows and wraps the leash one more time around his hand, pulling it taut and forcing him a shaky step forward.
"Mount me. Like a fucking dog," Dew says, the last word punctuated by a lash of his tail, the spaded tip whipping up to snap against the underside of his balls. He bites back a moan, knees threatening to buckle. He understands these words, his body moving without him telling it to, nearly falling forward onto the bed. He kneels over Dew, feeling taller than he should. Instinct takes over and he's watching his hands reach down and grip his waist and a thigh, neatly rolling him over. He takes a handful of Dew's tail, right at the base, dragging his hips up. He's jerked down by the neck, that leash still in Dew's hand, still controlling him, but he pays it no mind.
He's focused, hands on Dew's ass, spreading him open and sinking into wet heat, listening to Dew's harsh exhale as he buries himself balls deep. His own voice startles him, a low, gutteral growl as his claws sink into Dew's hips. He plants his knees wide, bracketing Dew's legs between them and braces against the pressure of the leash, leaning into the weight at the back of his neck, even as Dew pulls harder and harder. He has orders, and he's going to follow them.
His hips snap forward. Dew yanks on the leash. He buckles forward, has to shift his hands to Dew's back before he faceplants. Just in time to hear Dew hiss out, "Brat."
