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Dew putting on Aether's stethoscope, curling up beside him and slipping that cool metal under Aether's shirt to listen to his heart. Pillowing his head on Aether's bicep and kicking up a purr at the soothing thud thud thud in his ears. Makes his tail beat a matching rhythm against the mattress.
Dew idly moves the scope around, trying to see if different angles change the sound. Across his sternum, the curve of his pecs, even up towards his throat. He doesn't drag it over Aether's nipple on purpose, certainly not, but the moment he does -
"Hah," Aether huffs at the feel of the metal, barely a sound, but it fills Dew's head in stereo. He only pauses for a moment, long enough to blink, and then he tries again. Another gasp is his reward, one that makes Dew hook a leg over Aether's thigh.
"Okay?" He whispers it, breath ghosting over Aether's clothed shoulder. The other ghoul hums in the affirmative, and the rumble of it hits so deep that Dew's eyes flutter. "I can hear so much," he mutters, unheard over the rush of blood and breath filling his ears. "I wonder..."
Dew shifts, gliding the scope back to the place where Aether's heart thumps its steady song, but his other hand travels. Travels down the swell of Aether's belly, deft fingertips pressing into his softest spots, and to his delight that thumping gets just a touch faster.
"Dew, what -"
Dewdrop shushes him with a quick finger pressed to Aether's open lips, and the other ghoul takes the hint. Dew rewards him with a kiss to the underside of his jaw, with that lovely hand traveling down, down, down to -
"Oh."
It's let out on a sigh, as quiet as Aether can manage when Dew's hand cups him through his boxers. A warm palm right where it belongs, rubbing and caressing and coaxing soft flesh to slowly fill out more and more.
"How fast will it get?" Dew whispers, scooching close enough to bury his nose in Aether's throat. Counting every beat, warmth blooming low in his gut with each passing second. "If I play with you like this," he murmurs into stubbled skin, gives Aether a nice squeeze that makes him groan, "will it go so fast I can't hear anything but how good I make you feel?"
He rocks his hips against a strong thigh, and Aether holds him very tight.
SPIDER-RAT ! AGAIN !!
asian genes mean no prominent face hair, sorry
METROPOLIS
u wanna write the ranger au so bad. u wanna write Tango being grumpy but soft only for Jimmy so bad.
(why are we rainbow)
🌀 oooo I wanna write ranger au so bad ooooo 🌀
remember how people kept mistaking Lizzie for Jimmy last session when she was invisible on the horse? Because they couldn’t SEE or HEAR her so they couldn’t tell it wasn’t him? And then also if Jimmy never killed her, he would’ve been out first? oh yeah. It’s all coming together
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