“Watcha doin’ down there?” Swiss chides, scrolling mindlessly on his phone as Dew rubs his face against Swiss’ shirt. Dew only chirps in response, purring as he blinks slowly before he pushes his face back down again and rubs his scent all over Swiss. Each time he gets like this, Swiss can’t help but imagine his mate as a little black cat rubbing its cheek against a table leg to mark the furniture as its own.
“Oookay.” Swiss says, returning his attention to the screen as he absentmindedly places a hand on Dew’s head and rubs soothing circles into his scalp. Dew preens at it, pushing his head up into Swiss’ palm to chase it. The corner of Dew’s mouth bubbles with drool as a heavy purr echoes from him. His eyes slip shut as Swiss pets his head, scratching carefully into his scalp and around his small ivory horns.
Swiss makes a clicking sound at him, much like one would make at a cat, and Dew’s mismatch eyes peek open ever so slightly. His black pupil is huge in his undamaged eye, black drowning out the firey red. His damaged eye, the blue one with a milky white center, sits still. Swiss is sure it would look just the same as the red one if his eye could react.
“Cuddly today.” Swiss observes before Dew lowers his head again and presses his nose into Swiss’ stomach. He struggles as he pushes Swiss’ shirt up, exposing the pudge of his tummy that’s painted with curly hair, some scars, and freckles that are all just a background landscape to frame the ink that reads Dew’s name. Dew begins to lick gently at his skin through purrs, grooming the multi ghoul with a split and pierced tongue.
Swiss doesn’t really mind. He continues to pet Dew’s head, turning back to his phone as the fire ghoul licks at him. After a minute, Dew paws at his phone and knocks it from Swiss’ hand. The multi ghoul blinks down at him, stifling a laugh as he watches Dew squint at him. Clearly, he isn’t paying enough attention to the pissy little ghoul.
“What?” Swiss asks, because what else is there to say. Dew flicks his ears at him, lowers his head, and glares at Swiss as he nips gently on his tummy. Swiss sighs, adjusting his legs open more to allow Dew to properly settle in between them.
Swiss squints at him, offering a slow blink as he picks his phone back up again. He doesn’t even have time to unlock it before Dew is head butting into his stomach and making a frustrated little chirp. Swiss startles at it, looking down at Dew again as the fire ghoul presses the nubs of his horns into Swiss. He shakes his head as he pulls back, squinting at Swiss again with a frustrated sigh through his nose.
Swiss sets his phone down.
“Why so fussy?” He asks, reaching forward to pull his shirt back down. Dew bats his hand away, leaning back down again to press his face into Swiss’ warm skin. He begins to kiss and nip at him there, making satisfied little noises as he leaves boiling kisses and hickeys on Swiss’ tummy.
“You little fire ghouls are so strange.” Swiss sniffs. “So clingy.”
“Warm.” Dew finally says. “Smells nice.”
Swiss swallows. “Yeah?”
Dew grabs at the pudge of his stomach, squeezing it together to create a pillow that Dew is very clearly more than happy to bury his face into. His tail beats happily against the mattress, his purrs getting louder and louder with each breath he takes.
“Gotta work that off.” Swiss sighs, referring to his growing tummy. It makes Dew stare up at him, a slight fury in his eyes as he squishes Swiss’ skin together again.
“Don’t.” Dew says.
“C’mon.” Swiss laughs. “Need my eight pack back.” He says, like he ever had one.
“Don’t.” Dew repeats. “Not ever.”
Swiss flicks an ear at him. “Why?”
Dew flushes. He lowers his head again, his ears drooping as he looks away. Swiss knows this game. He grabs Dew gently by the chin and lifts his head back up, slightly forcing some eye contact between them.
Dew huffs. “Please?”
“Okay.” Swiss raises a brow. “Do you wanna tell me why?”
Dew makes a frustrated little chirp and rolls his hips back, propping himself up on his knees between Swiss’ legs. He rests his cheek against Swiss’ stomach and rubs his face there again, purring against him. He reaches up to push Swiss’ shirt further up, exposing his chest. Swiss takes the hint.
He fishes his shirt off and almost bursts into laughter at the way Dew’s eyes sparkle. Dew grabs at his chest, squeezing it before he buries his face back into his pillow of choice.
“Warm.” Dew says, muffled by Swiss’ tummy.
“Yeah, I got that.” Swiss hums. “What else?”
“Hot.” Dew says, his voice slightly strained.
“Warm or hot?” Swiss raises his brow again.
“You know what I mean.” Dew tries to glare at him, but his beat red face betrays him.
“Right.” Swiss hums. He places his hand back on Dew’s head, scratching his scalp carefully. “What about it?”
“Nice to lay on.” Dew continues. “Makes you…” He swallows. “Bigger.”
“Bigger?” Swiss asks, not quite following.
“Not like that.” Dew snorts a plume of smoke. “Just…wider. I like the way it feels when you hold me.”
“I see.” Swiss nods. “You’ve got this all listed out?”
“Maybe.” Dew pouts. “And then there’s…” He trails off, looking away.
“Dewww.” Swiss sing songs, grinning at him. “What?”
Swiss runs a hand down his face, cupping his jaw again and lifting his face. Dew hesitates before he looks into Swiss’ eager eyes. His stupid big brown eyes that swallow Dew whole every single time without fail. Dew wouldn’t call them puppy eyes, but that’s exactly what they are.
“I like when it-the way it-when you-“ Dew stammers, his ears shaking as he lowers his head in shame. Swiss sighs, rubbing his thumb against the fire ghoul’s bottom lip. Dew tilts his head at him, resting the weight into Swiss’ palm like his neck can’t support it anymore.
“You got it, sweetheart.” Swiss coos. “Tell me what you like.”
Dew breathes. Slow and steady, he raises himself up to sit on Swiss’ lap. Swiss stares up at him, placing his hands on Dew’s hips as he adjusts. Dew leans down closer, pressing his face into Swiss’ neck and breathing him in. His breath is hot against Swiss’ neck, making him shiver despite the warmth.
He tilts his head up ever so slightly, breathing smoke into Swiss’ ear.
“I love the way it folds over my ass when you fuck me from behind.” Dew whispers.
Swiss doesn’t mean to whine, but he does. His grip tightens on Dew’s hips as he hangs his head back, sucking at his bottom lip between his fangs. Dew blinks down at him, still beat red in the face but glowing as he watches Swiss’ walls break down.
“Love the way it looks…” Dew hisses as he begins to slide down Swiss’ body like a snake again. “When you let me taste you.”
Swiss throws his arm over his eyes, drawing his lips in a line as Dew hooks a claw under his pants and his boxers. He doesn’t even remember getting hard, but he most definitely is.
“The way it shakes when you laugh.” Dew continues, peppering kisses down his chest. “When you can’t breathe.”
“Dew.” Swiss begs, grabbing the smaller ghouls arms to steady himself. “Stop it.”
“When your stupid vest rides up and I can see it during a ritual.” Dew has his hand around him now, stroking him in earnest. He’s breathing over Swiss, just above the leaking head of his cock. “Turns me on so fucking bad.” Dew growls.
Swiss almost wails when Dew snakes his tongue out and squeezes it around him. He grabs at Dew’s hair, forcing him down. He peeks his eyes open and if he was a stronger man, he wouldn’t break so hard when he saw the look on Dew’s face.
Dew, who is smiling with his eyes as Swiss pushes him all the way down to the base of his cock, hums around him as his tongue squeezes harshly around Swiss. His nose is pressed to Swiss’ stomach, and he hears glass shatter inside of his brain when he realizes that it only gets Dew off more.
Dew pops off of him for a moment and groans. “Love the way it shakes when you cum.” Dew breathes, licking his own saliva off of Swiss and moving up to lick at his tummy. “When I make you cum.” He adds on.
“Here, I’ll show you.” Dew smiles, full of bright white fangs and malice. He swallows Swiss whole so easily, taking him in one gulp and hallowing his cheeks around him with a tight squeeze of his tongue.
The worst part?
He’s still smiling during it all.
What the fuck is Swiss supposed to do? Not cum immediately? Not force Dew’s head down by his hair and cum so hard down his throat that Swiss forgets his own name for a second?
He knows he makes an embarrassing noise too. He knows it’s high and needy and Dew’s name. He squints down at the little ghoul as he cums, watching the way his stomach flexes as he shoots down Dew’s throat. Dew grabs at his stomach, tears bubbling in his eyes as he feels Swiss cum.
“Wha-what the fuck, Dew?” Swiss pants as he comes down from it, wiping drool from his own mouth. “Fuck.”
Dew pops off of him, licking his lips. He blinks slowly at Swiss, a purr rising in his throat. He stares at Dew as he licks his fingers, patting his hip.
A grin breaks out on his face. “What was that thing you said about when I fuck you from behind?”
