Kinktober, day 7. Cockwarming
Pairing: Dewdrop/Rain
Words: 1,725
Contains: Trans masc Dew (mix of afab and amab terms for his junk), light objectification, stupidification, mouth fingering, cockwarming (but now with tdicks!), mentions of Dew being mean but not acting on it, honestly this is just pretty sweet overall
Summary: Rain's had a rough day, his brain just a little too wired, everything becoming a little too much. Dew helps his mate shut that pesky overthinking mind off for a little while.
@crimsonclergy caused this. Rain's oral fixation plagues me.
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“Please?”
“Not yet.”
Rain sighed, almost pouted, and reburied himself in Dew’s pale hair. His arms squeezed a bit tighter around his little waist but Dew continued on with his task.
Dish washing, Dew was ignoring him for dishes.
It hadn’t been an outright dismissal but it wasn’t the answer Rain had been hoping for. Certainly not the answer he’d started begging for hours ago. He’d been as patient as he could be all things considered, as patient as the annoyed little pinch in the back of his mind would let him be.
Rain felt it rear its ugly head again and squeezed his eyes shut, as pleasant as nails on a chalkboard. He grimaced and hid further against his mate’s neck. His brain felt too frigid. Sharp around the edges, unwilling to be filed down. Overaware, a creeping sense of unease that refused to be shrugged off. He felt trapped in his own skin, caged in his skull. Squished between brain matter and bone.
“Baby-” His voice sounded so unwillingly soft, maybe a bit too vulnerable. It was enough to give Dew pause, a soapy cup overflowing with water under the still running faucet.
“That bad?’
Rain nodded against his shoulder and he could feel Dew’s posture shift.
“Need you to make it stop.”
"Oh, cuttlefish I'm sorry, didn't realize."
He rinsed his hands off before reaching for the taps. With the water shut off, he dried his hands and Rain reluctantly unslotted himself from his back. The fire ghoul turned and took his wrist, giving a gentle but firm tug for him to follow - as if it were needed, Rain had already been trailing him like a lost puppy all day.
“Floor.”
Dew pointed to a particular spot on the carpet as he released his hand, his head reeled at the sudden lack of touch. It took him a few tedious seconds for his brain to catch up, to register his words or even his tone. Dew’s palm settled hot against the back of his neck, squeezing gently. He blinked, taking mental inventory of the cacophony of sensations assaulting his body. Fingertips flexed slowly against him, Rain thinks if he focuses enough he can feel the way his finger prints swirl and curve.
He swallowed thickly.
“I said, floor. Go on Raincloud,” Dew repeated sternly, close to his ear. Something trickled in with the warmth of his breath like the first spring breeze, thawing the frigid winter ridden earth. “Be good for me.” One more squeeze and Dew released him.
He found his place on the floor and fell heavily onto his knees, body sagging, head already starting to spin again. He rubbed his eyes on the back of his arm before letting his hands fall uselessly into his lap. Rain listened to Dew move about the living room, stepping carefully over the spots he knows will cause the floor to squeak, listened to his footsteps leave the room and tried not to let that creeping anxiety cage him in again.
Before he knew it Dew had returned to settle into the armchair in front of him, a few old blankets tossed over the leather, another folded neatly at his feet. Rain chirped softly and rearranged himself to kneel on the soft fabric. Something buzzed faintly in the background, the TV clicked on and the volume set low. From what little he could hear, he could only assume it was a documentary about deserts. It didn’t matter, neither of them were actually paying attention.
“Comfy?” The fire ghoul asked. Softer in volume but still a firm anchor for him to latch onto. He only nodded as he leaned his cheek onto his bare thigh. “Your head is so loud, huh?” Another weak, slow nod.
Dew twirled a loose inky curl around his finger, studying his mate’s dark and tired eyes. Not vacant, but certainly not focused. He frowned and thumbed over the base of his horn. Smooth like seaglass. Sensitive enough to make him shudder. Rain sighed as he pulled his fingers through the rest of his hair, careful of the little snags. He leaned heavier into him with each pass of nails over his scalp, starting to go boneless.
“Feels nice?”
“Mhm…” Those blue eyes fluttered and fought to remain open, breathing beginning to even out. A slow and rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. "S'nice."
Rain could've spent eternity just like this. Every soft little scratch was his way of coaxing the water ghoul away from all his rough edges. Further from that uncomfortably tight feeling behind his eyes. Closer to the precipice of relief.
"Don't worry, I've got you." He hummed, "all you need to do is sit and look pretty," Dew's fingers curled slowly into his locks, gripping but not pulling. "So pretty for me…"
If he hadn't already gone limp, he would've melted entirely at the sudden husk of his voice alone, but combined with a tug, Rain was no match. Something warm washed over him, trickled down his spine and pooled at his core. His whine was breathy and a little distant, close but not quite there. Dew smiled to himself and gave another soft pull.
His fingers loosened and Rain’s body slumped a little without it, chin coming to rest on his knee. He looked up through dark lashes and Dew felt something stutter in his chest. He smiled as he brushed a finger over his bottom lip, chuckling when those plush pink lips seemed to part automatically. Rain moaned softly when he pushed in. Two digits slipping in to press down on his tongue was the last little push he needed. Whatever little bit of tension had remained on his face slipped away, harsh line between his brows finally softening.
Dew sighed softly as he continued petting over his tongue, admiring the way his stare started to go glassy as drool began to pool at the corner of his mouth. He could almost see the fog swirling behind his eyes.
Satisfied, he withdrew from the warmth of his mouth much to Rain’s confusion. The water ghoul made an almost sad sound that didn’t last, not when Dew spread his legs. Not when Dew took his two spit slicked fingers and teased them against his fat little tdick.
Dew smirked. Mouth hanging open, Rain visibly followed the small circles his fingers moved in. Caught up in it like a spiral.
“Oh baby,” he almost sounded pitying “fingers are nice and all but you need the real thing, don’t you?”
Rain nodded much too fast for himself, almost appearing to make himself dizzy with his overzealous response. Nodding like his life very well depended on it, like it, like Dew, was the only thing on God’s green earth that could ever satiate him. It was endearing at a disgusting level. Enough to make Dew’s dick twitch under his fingers. He hissed from between his teeth and switched to stroking the length of his engorged clit.
Dew retangled his other hand in his hair, spit slicked digits spreading his folds. Showing off just how much his blind obedience affected him.
“C’mere…Let me use that pretty mouth of yours."
The tug of encouragement Dew was prepared to give wasn't necessary. Rain raised his gaze as he gave a tentative kitten lick to his clit before sealing his lips around it. Head falling back, Dew let out a breathy moan. He practically melted into the armchair and into the embrace of Rain’s eager mouth, even more so against the near velvet like texture of his tongue. Rain moaned in tandem, louder and lower in his throat. He gave a few slow licks which Dew keened into. Breath hitching, he instead jerked at his curls in a halfhearted warning.
Normally Dew would've pulled hard. Would have wrenched his head back and forced an eye contact so sharp Rain mightve tried to shy away in spite of the vise in his hair. He'd have scolded him for acting without orders, for being such a selfish little whore. Maybe if he were feeling particularly cruel he'd have gone so far as to strike him, smear a mixture of the water ghoul's spit and his slick across his cheek to adorn the angry red mark his palm would leave. It would have been a pretty sight, but the weak pull and faint groan was enough to have Rain looking up at him with confused doe eyes. Wide and already starting to wetten with tears. It nearly broke his heart.
Dew made a soft hushing sound and opted to stroke over the curve of his horn.
"My good boy," he assured and went so far as to swipe his thumb under his eye, catching the teardrop before it had the chance to fall. "My sweet, pretty toy…So good, so eager to keep my cock warm. Tasting my cunt makes your head go all fuzzy, huh?"
"Mm…" The little vibration of his hum alone sent pleasure zipping through him. He nearly choked on the spit in his mouth.
"Must feel so much better…Poor angelfish, your brains been running a little too hot. Worked yourself too hard baby," Rain relaxed back into him with the praise, nose pressing against the pale curls of his mound, tongue gone still on the underside of his clit. "That's alright though, doesn't matter, got you all fuzzy and empty up there now."
The water ghoul's eyes fluttered shut, a purr kicking up in his chest. Dew gripped the arm of his seat with his other hand, the steady rumble made his stomach swoop. He breathed in through his nose and forced himself to sit back in his chair, keeping a much lighter hand resting on the crown of his mate's head.
"Gonna get real fucking pussy drunk for me,” Rain mewled sweetly. Appreciatively, sweetly. Already part of the way there. He idly scratched at his scalp again, “my pretty little cockwarmer.”
Looking past the incredibly distracting sight of Rain entirely blissed out, almost suckling on his clit, Dew tried to focus on the screen across the room. He breathed out through his mouth, body shuddering with the exhale. He knew if he watched, his self restraint would waver. The images flitting across the screen hardly registered in his mind, not when Rain continued purring away as content as a kitten.
