The new tour videos gave me a hc about what the change up to some of the routines caused. Feast on this.
Read on A03 or below the cut:
WC: 2,100+ / Rating: Mature / Feat: RainDrop
Change My Mind
With Aether gone, things are different.
Dew doesn’t like different.
He misses Sunny’s presence, but the new ghoulette can sing, he’ll give her that. Her vocal range is impressive and the others love her already. She’s bouncy and fun and fit right in. That he can stand. The girls are easier somehow.
Then there’s the new ghoul playing in Aether’s spot.
That’s what bothers him the most, even though he’ll (grudgingly) admit that the kid is good. He’s got loads of energy and a super aggressive playing style that Dew himself has honed to perfection. The overhand playing he does is an art form and the crowd loves it. But every time he looks over, his lip curls in an involuntary sneer. He can’t help it.
He’s momentarily distracted thinking about how him and Aether used to handle the guitar battle ending. Now that was shot to hell, the new kid certainly wasn’t going to bounce a pick off of him. Not unless he wanted a quick trip back to the pit, courtesy of Dew.
So Swiss volunteered, and Rain. Swiss escapes his stage and trots over once, offering his vape in exchange for Dew stopping his guitar’s squeal. The crowd loves it but it’s different and isn’t working like it did with Aether.
Until……
Rain takes a turn, walking over, hunched up with his hands over his ears, overacting and playing to the crowd. They’re loving it, eating it up. And who wouldn’t, when Rain is as pretty as he is. As he approaches Dew, he raises an arm in his frilly sleeve, tapping Dew’s shoulder and waving him off, begging him to stop the noise. His delicate ears need peace. He speaks one word, quiet enough that only ghoul ears would catch it… “please”.
The crowd roars.
Dew flags, defeated by his beautiful Raincloud, and immediately stops the shriek of his guitar, and then Rain spits the pick he had been holding in his mouth at him.
He spit. A pick. At him.
The please, coupled with the sassy gesture, interacting with Rain like this onstage - seeing him differently - was all it took to overwhelm Dew. His eyes open wide, pupils blowing under his mask, irises glowing orange as Rain slinks away, hot and predatory, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to him later. Flipping him off behind his back in a panic remembering the crowd is watching, as the fans scream and laugh at their antics.
Rain tended to be sultry, shy - but not timid onstage, moving with grace and beauty. Purposeful strides and artful positioning. Offstage, he could be mean, he could bring Dew to his knees with a look, but this Rain, this Rain was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Watching Rain take charge and step up to him on stage, begging like that was wildly erotic. The way he whispered to Dew. The way he spit the pick was so different.
Dew was drowning in it. Down bad.
Rain taking the place of Aether onstage for this was unexpected and different, it was unexpected how he did it, and it was definitely unexpected how hot Dew was finding it. His pants suddenly too tight across his hips. His cheeks flushing hot under his mask as he stared at the retreating ghoul, remembering his next cue and struggling to snap back to the show and play.
He knows his arousal is evident, knows Rain can smell him. Knows the others probably do too. He’s on fire from the inside and takes it out on stage, stomping harder, banging his guitar strings with a vengeance, growling at the new kid when he comes to lean on him, sending a clear message to back off. Hiding his hard on from the crowd with his guitar. Wishing he wore it lower.
He manages to compose himself enough to make it through the next few songs and then, during Year Zero, he has his chance, approaching Rain from behind as they’ve done so many times, Rain leaning back into the expected grip around his throat, pressing his back into Dew’s chest, but instead of grabbing Rain by the throat, he simply leans in, whispers in Rain’s ear, “Tonight I’m going to eat you out so hard you will scream my name.” and then shocks the crowd by pressing a soft kiss to the side of Rain’s helmet and bumping their horns together. The crowd loses it, as Rain whips around to watch Dew walk away, wondering what the hell had happened. Why he changed the routine. The air heavy with the sweet and spicy scent of arousal from both ghouls.
Rain’s pants feel tight and there’s a wet patch forming rapidly as he thinks about what Dew said. Eyes glowing blue through the mask, visible to the others as he sweats through his uniform as they finish the show, giving Mountain some competition in the ‘who’s the sweatiest’ category.
When Rain takes Swiss’s hand for the bows, he whispers “Dew is going to ruin you tonight, Raincloud.” as he grins wide and feral, fangs glamoured away. A flash of red at the edge of his brown eyes gives away his true nature.
After the bows, Rain makes his way backstage, expecting Dew to be waiting for him, to be pounced on and pounded into over the couch arm or whatever table was closest, but finding the dressing room empty. He sighs, and starts undressing, headed for his sweats and the bus to the hotel they were staying in tonight. Dreaming of a hot shower and a soft bed.
Swiss sticks his head in, a little while later “You coming Rainy? You will be soon… “ he laughs as he grins again, leaving the door open for Rain to follow, Rain trailing behind, wary.
“Where’s Dew?” he asks Swiss, as they exit the building.
“Waiting at the hotel for you, of course.” He grins again. Rain swallows as he considers what that could mean.
The bus ride didn’t take long, and Rain gets the key and heads up to their room, desperate for a shower and some answers as to what had set his mate off like this.
As soon as he’s through the door into the dimly lit room, Dew is on him, pressed to his back, arms wrapped around Rain, sliding his warm hands up under his shirt, claws tracing soft trails up his chest, pulling his shirt off over his head as Rain exhales a soft “oh” at the sudden cool air on his skin. Rain turns, and Dew is there rising up on his toes to pull Rain into a hot kiss, all tongue and fangs as he fumbles with Rain’s pants, undoing them and shoving them off as Rain realizes Dew is already naked and very hard.
Rain groans into Dew’s assault on his senses, the fire ghoul bullying him backwards towards the bathroom, into the shower, turning the water on to nearly scalding, soaking them both as the heat relaxes their tired muscles, new tension building as Dew shoves Rain back into the tile and grinds his hips into Rain’s as he laces his fingers through Rain’s hair and pulls. Pulls Rain down to him, into him, with an intensity that Rain hasn’t felt before.
“Dew, what…. why?” He manages, pulling away to catch his breath. “Not that I mind, but…?”
Dew responds with a growl, nipping along Rain’s jaw, leaving marks down his throat, and sucking a deep bruise into Rain’s collarbone. Hands all over him, claws raking gently down his chest until a hot hand grasps his now hardened length as Rain’s head spins from Dew’s ministrations. He gives up waiting for an explanation and just lets go as Dew worships his body.
Dew seemingly near feral as he palms Rain silently, save for their moans and sounds their bodies are making, and works him over with a passion until Rain is doubling over and cumming with a shout, hot over Dew’s hand, sinking into the smaller ghoul as he comes down from his orgasm. Dew’s hands are gently turning Rain, pressing him against the shower wall, claws glamoured away as he slips one, then two fingers inside Rain, working him open, as he kisses along Rain’s neck and back, licking a hot stripe up Rain’s spine and burying his nose in Rain’s shoulder; inhaling his scent.
Once Rain is ready, Dew drops down onto his knees, parting Rain’s legs, and lets his tongue work into Rain, spreading him with his hands as he takes the taller ghoul apart with his sinful tongue. The steam overtaking the shower as Rain gasps and clings to the wall, anything for support, as he’s taken from behind, by Dew’s hot mouth and hands, nearly ready to come again just from Dew’s touch. Hands kneading Rain’s ass, Dew licks into Rain, extending his tongue and finding the spots that make Rain mewl and chirp with pleasure, and only when Rain comes again, from Dew’s tongue, does he stand and slip into Rain from behind, warm hands pulling him back and into his chest as he thrusts up into Rain.
Rain can only let Dew take what he wants, not that he would stop him when he’s feeling this good, but his body is completely weak from his release, head lolling back onto Dew’s shoulder as Dew pumps, hitting his prostate perfectly with the ridge on his cock each time, Rain’s eyes rolling back in his head as Dew finds his release minutes later, coming hard and hot inside him. Latching his jaws around Rain’s throat, possessive. Needy. Owning him.
Dew holds onto Rain, claws kneading into his hip as he heaves and catches his breath, legs trembling from the exertion. He holds him as he softens and slips out of Rain’s body and they both groan at the loss.
“Come on Raincloud, let me wash you up.” He whispers in Rain’s ear as Rain sags more. Dew takes the cloth and begins washing Rain, reverent as he traces over Rain’s body, gently cleaning the fluid that hasn’t already washed away from his body and then moves to wash Rain’s hair. Rain, having returned to his senses, turns and returns the favor, ensuring the soap is out of his eyes and rinsed clean. Once they are both clean to Dew’s satisfaction, he helps Rain out of the shower and wraps him in a towel. Rain exits the bathroom and collapses on the end of the bed, rubbing at his hair with a dry towel.
Dew joins him, standing in front of where Rain sits on the bed as Rain looks at him “Satanas, Dew. That was intense…. What was that??”
“I’m sorry, it’s just….” He stops. Unsure of what to say.
“What. You can say it.”
“You. Tonight. When you took Aether’s spot. I’ve never seen you like that. It was so hot. You were so hot.” He says softly.
“You got that turned on because I told you to shut up and spit a pick at you?” Rain laughs.
“You said please. It was different.” Dew mumbles, turning red and looking at the floor.
“Yes, it was. And I’d do something different every time if it gets this reaction out of you, I swear. You almost ate me alive in there.” he chuckles, remembering in vivid detail what just happened.
“There’s another show tomorrow..” Dew says quietly. His lips twitching up in a small grin. His mind already thinking about it. What might be different. What Rain might do.
“Dew?”
He looks up, gold meeting blue sparkling oceans, his stomach twists up a little at the beauty of Rain. His Rain. He trills softly, answering.
“Why don’t you come over here and let me try something different……” he crooks a finger at Dew while reaching to pull Dew’s towel loose, inching the smaller ghoul closer as he stands nude in front of Rain, “…. Please?”
That’s all it takes for Dew to lose his mind again as Rain grabs him by the hips and presses his nose into the soft of his belly, kissing him above his cock, which is nearly hard all over again. Hands on the sides of his thighs, long fingers kneading into his hips and ass. Taking his tongue and licking a stripe up Dew’s hard cock, now arching up to touch his belly. Swirling around the tip while locking eyes with Dew. So he can see Rain take him into his mouth and swallow him down.
“Oh.” Dew breathes, insatiable at the thought of Rain.
Rain proves that Dew does in fact like different. Multiple times.
Flexible grucifix for ghoul boots? Flexible grucifix for ghoul boots!
It works! And I think the scale is good too! The color is definitely a work in progress but that's the easy part now... The funny color is due to me trying out coating the mold with atomized bronze powder to see if it'd look like bronze. Which, not really but I have somewhere to go from now!
Too bad I don't have the proper boots to showcase them on... Yet.
