Saw this brilliant post by @bloodysyren about mountain performing the log rip from Avengers and I HAD to draw it really quick. (I also had to take a embarrassing photo of a glove in my mouth for this...) - Also again Ghoul design credit goes fully to @/pomidaea!
somnophilia!mountain and voyeur!phantom who use each other to get off while, boldly, assuming the other has absolutely no idea about the fun they’re having :3
voyeur!phantom who peeps through the tiny crack in mountain’s bathroom doorway to watch the big ghoul jerking himself off in the shower, not having any clue that mountain is being louder just for him, putting on one hell of a show for the lil peeping tom at the door
somnophilia!mountain who tries so hard to be gentle as he slides his fat cock past phantom’s tight little rim while he sleeps but poor mountain is too busy trying to be slow to notice phantom is awake and getting off so fast just by listening to him panting and struggling
Tags: phantom is called aeon, transmasc aeon, orgasm denial, orgasm control, inappropriate use of quintessence, sex magic, penetrative sex, grinding, overstim.
Words: 751
Notes: This is a commission for @obsidianghoul, who requested "Mountain/Phantom, explicit, I dont really have any solid thoughts aside from i need more of them lmao! I guess uhhh overstim is always a plus, maybe transmasc phantom? Maybe.... looks at dubious uses of quint....... a bit of top aeon either seeing how many times he can get mount to cum OR just using his quint to not let him until hes had his fill >:3"
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Summary:
“Don’t act like you don’t like being used.”
Normally, this level of nonchalance would make him want to yank Aeon off his dick, flip him onto his back, and ram into him until he folded into a stupid, moaning, squirting pretzel of a ghoul. But the quintessence tingling like static at the base of his spine and the nearly blinding spikes of pleasure from every modicum of friction against his cock aren’t exactly allowing his brain to fire on all cylinders at the moment.
Read on AO3, or under the cut:
“A-Aeon—” Mountain pants, hands gripping tight on the quint ghoul’s waist and cock kicking sadly as he reaches another unresolvable peak. “You’re . . . hng . . . driving me crazy.”
Aeon bats his hands away to continue his bouncing. What little ass he has jiggles each time it slaps against the bottom of Mountain’s stomach, and the earth ghoul just has to sit there and take it. Suffering while Aeon smirks at him over his shoulder.
“Good,” Aeon says far too happily (and level) for Mountain’s liking. “Keeps you nice and hard. Fat.”
“Lords Below, help me,” the earth ghoul mutters, strained. He can’t help but groan when Aeon lifts his tail for show, exposing the soft, pink hole that Mountain wants nothing more than to shove his thumb inside of and feel him clench. But Aeon’s cunt squeezes around him instead, causing him to buck up into that bendy little body with desperate, involuntary need.
Mountain tosses his head back with a frustrated whine. “I’ve wanted to cum five times already,” he wheezes.
“Don’t act like you don’t like being used.”
Normally, this level of nonchalance would make him want to yank Aeon off his dick, flip him onto his back, and ram into him until he folded into a stupid, moaning, squirting pretzel of a ghoul. But the quintessence tingling like static at the base of his spine and the nearly blinding spikes of pleasure from every modicum of friction against his cock aren’t exactly allowing his brain to fire on all cylinders at the moment.
So all he can really do is moan a pathetic uh-huh in reply and fist his hands into his own hair.
“You make such cute noises, you know that?” Aeon teases, really grinding down onto his cock to wring another one out of him.
“Whyyy do I let you do this to me,” Mountain grumbles. His toes curl, attempting to tense away another wave of arousal before it gets him close again. Aeon just smirks and wiggles his hips to make him suffer further. “Unholy ffffuck—”
“I just said why. You like being used, that’s why you let me do it,” Aeon answers easily. “Speaking of—” The quint ghoul lifts himself off of Mountain’s cock and flips himself around in his lap. Mountain’s so hard his dick doesn’t even hit his stomach; it hovers just above, the tip wet and dark. Heartbeat firmly in his groin.
“Nooo,” Mountain whines, a little stupid.
“Mount, I’m right here.” Aeon sighs and settles back into his lap, sitting on top of Mountain’s cock instead of slipping it back inside. He throbs, and a glob of precum drools into his happy trail. “Fuck,” Aeon gasps along with him. “Love when you get messy.”
The earth ghoul groans. “Move, please move.” He grabs at the tops of Aeon’s thighs. Wanting so desperately to touch between them. But, like an idiot—on top of letting Aeon inappropriately use his quintessence to keep him from cumming until he had his own fill—he agreed not to touch.
Aeon puts his hands on Mountain’s chest and grinds down, purring appreciatively at the slide of his cunt over the shaft. When he grinds over the head, Mountain can’t even see the pleased face Aeon makes because his eyes roll so far back into his own skull he swears they’ll get stuck.
“Oh my . . . gods, there, there—”
“Yeah?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Good.” Aeon humps him faster, finally allowing some of his own arousal to show. The amused, almost disinterested facade morphs into focused pleasure, his hips pistoning him further towards the edge than he has been this entire time. “Fuck, you’re such a fun toy.”
“Are you—” Mountain swears and nearly bites through his own tongue when he sees Aeon’s slick building up around his foreskin. “Bug, are you gonna cum, please.”
“Yeah,” he nods. “Grind on you until you start really begging. Hear all those sad whines you’re always giving Rain when he makes you cum over and over—”
Mountain keens, digging his fingers into Aeon’s thighs. “Unholy fuck gods please—”
“There he is,” Aeon moans, cheeky. Tossing his head back and snapping his tail against Mountain’s shins. “Love when you wanna touch me so bad you squirm about it.” He shifts his hips to get more friction across the ridge of his cock, and his mouth drops open in a heady gasp when he gets the right angle.