WRITING PROMPT Aether showing Phantom what to do if his shirt is a little to tight. How to spread that dough. Just quintessence things.
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as payment for this (silly) i need you to find me that video again... just to make sure i got the technique right ;)
Phantom/Aether, not really smut. just SUPER suggestive
Aether was sitting back in the den, his face resting on his fist and reading a book he'd borrowed from Cumulus, when Phantom walked in. It was a slow, quiet day, so he was just dressed in a plain shirt and sweatpants-- both stolen, of course.
Phantom gave a lazy wave to Aether as he passed by. Aether looked over the edge of his book and watched as Phantom walked past. Aether didn't know whose clothes Phantom was wearing, but one thing was for sure. They definetly fit him a bit tighter that the would have months ago.
When Phantom passed back through later, Aether stopped him.
"You're getting a little big, aren't you Phantom?"
The smaller ghoul stopped and looked over at Aether, "What do you mean?"
Aether just smiled and sat his book to the side. "I mean, you've gained a little weight, haven't you?" Aether leaned forward, hands clasped under his chin. "Not a bad thing, of course. You're growing. Looks good."
Aether was of course being sincere. When he first met Phantom he was concerned at how small he was; Aether had never seen a quint so… scrawny. It turned out that Phantom was just young still, and with time he would probably grow to look a bit more like Aether & Omega did.
Phantom glanced down and looked himself over, "I guess so," he mumbled, a little embarrassed. He didn't think it was that noticiable, and to think that Aether was looking close enough to realize…
Phantom bit his lip and pinched at his shirt, trying to stretch it out so it hung looser around his body.
Aether shook his head and stood up, "Nope, you're doing it all wrong." Phantom looked up at him, confused and about to argue, but Aether shushed him. "Let me show you a trick little guy."
Phantom nodded watched.
"You pinch your shirt like that, then you just ruin it. It doesn't really help much," Aether said, demonstrating with his own tugging at his shirt. "What you really gotta do, is get your arms up inside," he continued, slipping his arms up under his shirt.
Phantom stared as Aether's shirt lifted up, exposing his stomach and the thick trail of hair leading up from his waist band. He glanced back up to look at Aether's smirking face.
"Paying attention?" Phantom nodded, and looked back to Aether's arms. "Good. Now, you gotta roll it out, like this…" As Aether demonstrated, his arms rolling over one another, his shirt continued to lift up and reveal more of his soft, hairy stomach. Aether kept moving his arms up-- just to make sure he properly stretched everything --revealing his full chest for just a brief moment.
Phantom bit his lip hard as he watched, all he could think about was sinking his hands into Aether's soft flesh, pressing up against him, feeling the heat of his body--
And then his shirt fell back, hanging loosely down his torso.
"You get all that?"
Phantom blinked and swallowed hard.
"I think you need to show me again."
