nsfw below cut. Get the fuckoutofmyface. TRANSDEW FOREEVERRRR (like scotland forever).
“You want the last of it?” Swiss asks as he twirls the dying joint in his clawed fingers. It’s ember is dwindling now, almost touching the tips of Swiss’ fingers as he holds it carefully in his claws. Dew hums with a shake of his head as he lays his head on Swiss’ stomach. He hooks a claw under the multi ghoul’s white tank top and folds it up to his chest to expose his warm tummy. He presses his face into it immediately and groans as he breathes in Swiss’ intoxicating scent of ash and whatever that new cologne is. Swiss’ stomach shakes as he laughs, glazed eyes peering down at Dew. Dew only draws his hands up lazily and squeezes Swiss’ stomach, suffocating himself in the pudge of the multi ghoul’s stomach. He tries not to think of the way it slightly folds over Swiss’ waist band now and fails. He breathes heavy onto Swiss’ skin and sighs, turning his head up again to the multi ghoul to try and distract himself from the bizarre thoughts he has about Swiss’ body.
Dew watches through lidded eyes as Swiss inhales sharply, smoke seeping into his parted lips. He tosses the stub of a joint into the ashtray on the nightstand and looks down at Dew, smiling at the red of Dew’s eyes and his sleepy face. “C’mon.” Swiss huffs through smoke, patting rhythmically on Dew’s shoulders as he lays unmoving on Swiss. “You’re breathing all hot on me down there.”
Dew hums against his bare stomach as he exhales a hot breath onto his skin. He’s in the mood as well, as per usual, but is far too comfortable with his face pressed to Swiss’ body. It’s warm and surprisingly soft and he just smells so nice. Dew wishes he could move and get things started, he really does. If Swiss’ tummy didn’t make his brain fog over every time he got his hands on it, they wouldn’t be in this position. Literally and figuratively.
Swiss adjusts his hips under Dew, gliding along the fire ghoul’s chest with a wince. It’s way too easy to get him going when Dew pays attention to his stomach. As if its Dew’s fault that Swiss’ body is impossible to ignore. The soft pudge of his stomach and the handful of raised scars that Dew has left behind with his own teeth many times. He’s glad that they left a mark. Maybe he did it on purpose each and every time.
What really drives Dew up the wall about his multi ghoul’s stomach is the tattoo marked just above Swiss’ waistband. How could he not stare at it? It’s Dew’s fucking name. Dew recalls fucking Swiss within an inch of his life after he got it done, outlining the fresh ink with his own little marks to compliment it. He still couldn’t believe Swiss was crazy enough to do that. He even made a passing comment about getting their favorite water ghoul’s name as a tramp stamp. Dew couldn’t save Swiss from Rain’s bizarre reaction if he tried.
“Helloooo? Earth to Dewdrop?” Swiss asks as he runs a hand through Dew’s pulled back hair, ruffling his bangs. Dew looks up from where his eyes were glued to the ink and squints at Swiss through glazed eyes. Swiss huffs a laugh at him before he leans forward and runs a claw down Dew’s spine, making the ghoul bite his lip and adjust his legs to arch his back. Swiss watches with a hazed smile as Dew lifts his ass in the air before pushing his face back down into Swiss’ exposed tummy.
“You gonna stay like that?” Swiss asks through a smirk. Dew only gives a grunt in response. Swiss sighs before he hooks his claws under his shirt and pulls it off, exposing his chest as well. Dew peeks up at him and stares. He doesn’t know how he’s shocked each time he sees Swiss’ body. His broad chest and wide shoulders and each scar and blemish and his chest hair and his fucking tits-
“Damn, you’re stoned.” Swiss laughs as he watches Dew stare. Dew glares up at him before lowering his face back into Swiss’ tummy, flicking his tail at Swiss. The multi ghoul watches his spiked tail flick with a hum before he lays back, lip pursed in thought. Dew knows that look. It’s when Swiss has something absolutely evil planned that usually leaves Dew wrecked with the best aftercare of his life. It makes him throb and draws a whine out of him. It’s not exactly intentional on his behalf but at least it lets Swiss know that he needs him badly right now.
Of course Swiss knows. When do they not need each other?
Swiss stares down at him with the same evil look and glazed eyes before he tilts his head at Dew with a droop of his ears, innocent and dangerous for Dew. He folds his arms over his chest, blocking the sight before he hums and pouts his lip at Dew.
“Wanna fuck?” Swiss asks, plain and simple. Dew moves his head up and sneers at Swiss.
“How romantic of you.” Dew says with a roll of his eyes. Before he can even shoot another glare at Swiss, he’s pushing Dew’s head back down into his stomach as he yanks his hair. Dew winces loudly and scrambles for a moment before settling. It’s Swiss. He’s safe.
“Do you even deserve it?” Swiss asks with venom dripping from his tongue. Dew moans into the heat of his skin, knees shaking against the mattress as he looks up at Swiss with pathetic eyes. Swiss hums, pleased with his reaction before he releases the grip on his hair and his face softens. He pats Dew’s head with a frown and a shift in his brows.
“Can I try something, baby?” He asks kindly. Dew knows it’s not a front. He switches like this often to make a mush of Dew’s brains when he fucks him. But this is different. It’s genuine and void of any malice. Dew hates that he feels like he has to ask. Why would Dew say so no when Swiss leaves him in the stars with each touch, no matter how devastatingly haunting on his skin or how ironically heavenly it is?
“Yes, please, anything.” Dew shakes, the tips of his claws poking ever so slightly into Swiss’ waist as he stares up at him with blown pupils. Swiss whines at the sight of Dew and his sweet yes before the grip on his hair returns and he’s yanking Dew up into a hard kiss, clanking their teeth together hard enough to make Dew’s lip bleed. And fuck if it doesn’t make Dew’s eyes roll back into his head and thrust his hips hard into Swiss’ own as he kisses him brainless.
Then it’s over. Dew doesn’t even register that his lips aren’t on Swiss’ anymore until the multi ghoul is pushing his face back into his stomach and placing a hand under Dew’s body, making him arch his back again. Dew groans into Swiss’ skin, trailing his hands back up to palm at Swiss’ stomach again as he buries his face into the now healed ink that screams his name.
He feels Swiss’ tail wrap up around his thigh, slipping under his boxers and out again above the waist band. He curls it there, gripping Dew’s boxers with the limb before he drags them down slowly but desperately. Dew moans when the air hits him, cold against his red hot thighs that are already coated with slick. He adjusts his knees, preparing himself for Swiss to slide under him and eat him out like it’s his last meal on Earth.
Swiss’ hands move down to Dew’s head again, grabbing him by his horns and shoving his face lower. Dew feels his heart skip when he breathes in Swiss’ scent, strong and sickening in this area. He desperately grabs at Swiss’ waistband and fuck him for wearing these gray sweatpants again. He hooks a claw under the waistband with his mouth already watering at the thought of having Swiss in his mouth in mere seconds. Maybe Swiss was thinking of something different. He wouldn’t mind having his throat fucked in this position. The weed dried his mouth out anyways.
Before he can even drag Swiss’ pants down an inch, he feels something hot press against his cunt. Dew tries to register it and turn to see but is swallowed whole by the burn in Swiss’ eyes. He’s staring down at Dew, his massive hands still wrapped around the nubs of Dew’s horns. His eyes are burning red, a sign of his fire element raging through his body. Dew stills as he watches the multi ghoul’s face turn in a way he’s never seen before. It’s new and horrifying. Dew can never ever guess his next move.
Swiss leans down ever so slightly, his pupils sharp as he watches Dew. There’s still something pressing against Dew in between his legs. He’s so high he can’t even think of what it could possibly be. Was Swiss’ knee always so warm? He doesn’t get to dwell on it before Swiss grips his horns and bares his fangs, a threatening look on his face as he stares through Dew’s contrasting eyes and opens his lips to speak.
“Stay.”
Dew can’t even say a word as he feels something push inside him, hot and curled and ridged. It slips inside of Dew and there’s something sliding against his clit with it. Dew’s mouth falls open and his head twitches as his mind urges him to bury his face back into Swiss’ skin and scream. He can’t. Swiss is so locked onto him and holding his gaze prisoner in the palm of his hand. All he can do is let out a moan that doesn’t even register in his own ears. Swiss’ pupils go wide as he does it, expanding so far in his eyes that Dew can barely see the red glow of them anymore.
It’s when whatever is inside of Dew digs deeper and opens him up that Dew can’t take it anymore. He tears his hands away from Swiss’ stomach and grabs his arms, clawing at them as he arches back and slams his face down into Swiss’ body, shouting again as he’s filled.
“Swiss!” Dew cries, squirming under his grasp. Swiss moves his hands to Dew’s own, intertwining them and holding them against Swiss’ chest. The multi ghoul’s heart is beating heavy against his chest as he places Dew’s hands there. Dew whines at it, staring up at Swiss’ with his eyes lidded and almost rolled back in his head.
“Wha-“
“Don’t move.” Swiss whines. “Oh, please don’t fucking move. You’re perfect.” Swiss groans as he bucks his hips up and Dew can feel himself gush slick. It drips down his body and begins to pool onto the sheets, soaking them under Dew.
“Wha-what are you-“ Dew tries again before he feels something thrust inside of him, drawing another cry out of Dew. Swiss reaches down and tugs his pants down, freeing himself at last. His cock slaps against Dew’s face, leaking onto his cheek as the fire ghoul winces at the heat of it against his face.
“It’s-oh fuck-“ Swiss gasps when Dew breathes against him, hot breath circling around his cock. “It’s my tail.” Swiss chokes out.
Dew pauses.
What.
“What?” Dew asks, suddenly not as high as he thought he was.
“Well you were waving yours around and I thought ‘Wouldn’t it be funny?’” Swiss cries as Dew moves against him, making his eyes flutter. “But now I’m just fucking realizing how very much connected my nerve endings on my tail are to my dick.”
Did Mountain fucking lace them? There’s no way a simple joint could pull this thought from Swiss’ mind. Swiss did a lot of crazy shit when he was high but this has to take the fucking cake.
“If you don’t fucking touch me I’m going to just fuck your face myself.” Swiss growls through a moan as he pumps his tail inside of Dew. The twin rings pierced through the spade of his tail slide against Dew from the inside, making his knees shake and almost give in. The so called threat of Swiss face fucking him makes his mind go so blank that he forgets to even answer Swiss.
“Dew, baby.” Swiss whines. “C’mon, give me something.”
Dew can’t even think any comprehensive thoughts right now. He can only bury his face into Swiss’ stomach and weakly wrap his hand around his cock, jerking him with a shaky hand. It’s enough for Swiss. He rolls his head back with a loud curse as he grabs at Dew’s horns again and twists his hands around them. Dew moans weakly at the sensation. This weed is kicking his ass right now. He can feel every twist and curl of Swiss’ tail inside of him. Each slide of the twin rings, the ridges where the length of his tail meets the spade, the slide of the rough skin against his clit as his slick leaks down the thing. It’s somehow worse than Swiss’ stupidly useful piercing on his cock.
“Faster, fuck.” Swiss chokes on his own drool. “Faster, Dew.”
Dew tries. He swears he’s trying to give Swiss more relief but his entire body is quaking as he’s rocked forward by the surprising strength of Swiss’ tail inside of him. He lets his hand fall away from Swiss’ cock and rest on his hip, whining as he buries his face back into the comfortable pudge of Swiss’ tummy. He just wants to lay here until he cums or wakes up or sobers up or just dies.
That’s a bit dramatic. But at this point?
“No, baby, no.” Swiss curses. “Mother fucker.”
“I’m sorry, I-I-“ Dew tries to speak as Swiss thrusts faster in him. “I can’t think.” Dew admits shamefully. He’s never been fucked this stupid so fast. Rain has his way of dumbing him down into a puddle in almost record time but this? Dew just can’t even believe it’s real.
“You’re okay.” Swiss reassures. “Fuck, baby, you’re doing so good.” He coos, running his hands down to cup Dew’s tear stained cheeks. Dew doesn’t even remember when he started crying. It’s all a fog.
“Can I fuck your face?” Swiss asks through a gulp. “Fuck, you’re so pretty like this.”
Dew whines, gripping Swiss’ wrists and nodding. Swiss brings his head up immediately, grabbing his cock and slapping it against Dew’s lips. Dew opens his mouth weakly, taking Swiss in and stretching out his tongue. He unglamoures it as it slides it, long and forked at the end. Swiss moans low in his throat as Dew wraps his tongue around him and gives him a small but reassuring jerk. He shoves himself inside of Dew’s mouth and back into his throat. Satan bless this little ghoul and his lack of a gag reflex. Who would Swiss be without it?
Dew moans as he tastes Swiss, hot in his throat and surprisingly sweet. Dew thinks of cranberries before Swiss’ hands are grabbing his face again and shoving him down to the base of his cock. Dew’s eyes water for a moment as his nose presses into the tuft of curls swirling at the base. Swiss leans up to get a better angle and Dew almost loses the last bit of his sanity as Swiss’ stomach presses against the base of his nose. He’s not sure Swiss’ even realizes how fucking hot that is.
“So fucking good.” Swiss babbles as he begins to fuck into Dew’s throat at a quick pace to match the one he’s set with his tail. His tail is now wrapped around Dew’s thigh, squeezing as he fucks into him with it. Every slide of it inside of Dew makes him want to scream. The slide of Swiss’ tail against his clit doesn’t do him much good either. The sound of Swiss’ tail pulsing in and out of him is what really does it for Dew. It sounds wet and filthy and Dew can’t wait until Swiss does this again in an angle where Dew can watch it slide in and out of him.
Swiss picks up his thrusts, digging himself deeper inside of Dew’s cunt and his throat. He’s close, Dew can tell. The way his nose scrunches up, his labored breathing, the way his left ear keeps flicking with each strangled moan Dew lets out that vibrates against his cock. And, oh fuck, the way his stomach is flexing as he fights it off.
“Gonna cum.” Swiss warns. Dew whines high in his throat as Swiss thrusts faster inside of his cunt and presses harder against his clit. Dew was ready to cum the moment Swiss was inside of him. He moves his arms back and wraps them around Swiss’ thighs, gripping hard at them as he lets Swiss abuse his mouth.
“Fuck, please say you’re close too.” Swiss hisses as his rhythm goes sloppy and fast. He’s losing his composure, clearly seconds away from shooting down Dew’s throat. Dew moves his own tail up, wrapping it around Swiss’ own and squeezing it. His eyes flicker at Swiss and it’s all the multi ghoul needs.
He yanks Dew down into a final thrust, spilling down his throat as he yells Dew’s name like it’s a sin. It’s scorching hot and startles Dew for a moment before he hollows his cheeks around Swiss, yanking his orgasm out of him and drinking it greedily. When his tail digs just an inch deeper inside of Dew, the fire ghoul yanks himself down onto it and buries his face into Swiss’ stomach with a choked cry as his eyes slam shut. He tightens around Swiss’ tail and gushes around him, spraying his tail and Dew’s thighs with cum as it soaks the mattress.
After a second longer, Dew’s knees give in and he falls stomach first onto the wet mattress. Swiss pulls his face away from his stomach, yanking him up into his arms as his tail slides out of Dew. It makes Dew wince and flail, still so overwhelmed by it all. Swiss is kissing him immediately, gentle and warm with the taste of weed still on his tongue. Dew’s hands land on Swiss’ chest, patting him weakly as he tries to breathe.
“Fuck.” Swiss breathes. “Are you okay, baby?” Swiss asks as he adjusts Dew in his arms, cradling him against his chest. “You did so good.” He praises, running a hand down Dew’s spiked back. “You’re so fucking perfect, Dew.”
“What-“ Dew gulps. “the fuck?”
“Are you okay?” Swiss asks again, nudging his nose into Dew’s neck. “Did I hurt you?”
Dew shakes his head. “What the fuck.” He says again.
Swiss kisses his neck, leaving a small little purple glow that seeps into Dew’s skin. It’s his favorite way of transferring quintessence and healing. With gentle little kisses that warm someone up like hot coco.
“Fine, ‘m fine.” Dew breathes. “I’m okay.”
Swiss nuzzles his neck again, purring loud enough for Dew to feel it. He kisses his skin senselessly, pouring quintessence into him. He grabs one of Dew’s hands and drags it down to his stomach, pressing Dew’s warm palm into his skin.
Dew preens at it, feeling his own purr jump to life as he squeezes Swiss’ tummy. Swiss begins to kitten lick Dew’s face, placing warm kisses against his cheeks. “So sweet.” Swiss hums, kissing the corner of his eye before he rubs their cheeks together with a chuff.
“Stop that.” Dew scolds. Swiss pauses before he pushes Dew back, climbing over him as he presses his head into Dew’s stomach and blows raspberries. Dew shrieks, kicking at him with a laugh as he yanks on Swiss’ horns.
It was so unbelievably hot on stage. It always is, but today it was unbearable. Rain was struggling. His head was spinning, the heat was suffocating making it difficult for him to breath. He was sweating more then usual, he could feel it dripping from his neck all the way down his back. And he was hard. So unbelievably hard, he had been since the opening song. He was glad for his bass, covering the way he was throbbing in his pants, but he can’t help grinding into the sleek wood, the vibrations going right though him.
And that was all before year zero. He’d honestly been so concentrated on keep time and trying not to blow a load in his pants, he completely forgot about Dew. About their little antic.
It made him jump when he felt Dew slide up behind him, pressing his chest against Rain's back, a hand running across his chest, leaning up to whisper in his ear.
“Can smell you from all the way on the other side of the stage.” Dews hand falls from his chest to his belly. “You’ve got poor baby Phantom all riled up, he’s never smelt a heat topside before.” Dew laughs. “He’s all but creaming his pants over you.”
Rains eyes widen at Dews words. Just as he about to tell Dew he can’t be in heat, he feels a think blob for precum leaking from his tip and soaking into the denim of his jeans.
Dew laughs again, squeezing at Rain’s chest.
“Phantom doesn’t know you’re mine does he? Doesn’t know that it’s my cock you beg for, my knot you cry over.”
Rain gasps, rocking his hips into his bass harder, the vibrations making him twitch as leaks more pre into his pants.
“Maybe I’ll have to show him after the show, how well you take, how prettily you beg for me to fill you with my kits.”
Dews hand moves dangerously close to his throat now, threatening him with what’s to come.
“I think I need to remind you too, that you’re mine . I can smell how wet you are, how desperate you are to get fucked. Even if you beg for everyone to fuck you, you’ll always belong to me.”
Dew wraps his hand around Rain’s throat, squeezing at the sides. Rain moans, his head tipping back to rest on Dew shoulder. He feels himself get light headed as Dew squeezes harder, hears Dews sinister laugh as he pants out with a pathetic whimper.
“Dew, Dew, I’m-oh god-I’m gunna-“ He gets choked off as Dew squeezes even harder.
“That’s it baby, cum for me. Show the entire show who you below too. Show them who makes you cum so easily.”
Rain tenses, then shudders with a moan so loud that Copia’s head whips around to look at them. His belly ripples with the intensity, he feels himself twitching and throbbing in his jeans as he cums. There’s so much, wet and sticky, coating the inside of his jeans and damping the fabric and making it stick to this thighs in an uncomfortable way.
He sags against Dew as he comes down, but the fire ghoul just laughs at him again, stepping back, making Rain stumble back, his legs still weak.
“Good luck hiding that during final bows.” Thags the last thing Dew says before he’s off and o the other side of the stage before Rain and even register what happened.
He looks down, as subtly as he can, confused by Dew means. There’s a wet patch. A big one. And it’s only spreading more, the fabric soaking up his release. He moans, he can’t help it, feeling himself twitch once again, he never really went soft in the first place, and grinds his hips back into his bass, feeling the warm and sticky wetness slide against the sensitive head of his cock. He’s fucked for final bows, everyone will know what he did, so there’s no harm in making it worse now.
"Close," Aeon hisses out, and Swiss releases him immediately, laughing at the way Aeon flops back onto the bed, giving up supporting himself on his elbows, chest heaving while he brushes floppy hair off a sweaty forehead. He's in a similar state, worked up and way too sensitive.
"Unholy shit," Aeon breathes, sounding delighted and fucked-out, trying to steady the rise and fall of his chest. "How many are we at now?"
Swiss doesn't know. Too many times, and they're both far too high to remember the count. Their little game of how bad they can make it for each other relies on two things: one, the shared love of an exquisite, particular sort of misery, and two, how much or Mountain's greenhouse stash they can get away with pilfering.
It's something the others don't have the patience for. Not the way they do, at least. They're over the top with it. Unnecessary. It's delicious.
Just for fun, because Swiss loves having fun and why not, he reaches for Aeon's cock, throbbing in time with his heartbeat, and gets a few fingertips on the shaft before Aeon smacks his hand away, a stoned giggle bubbling up from his throat.
"Oh don't you dare," he warns. "Don't even look at it right now."
"Break time," Swiss nods, and rolls over to his nightstand, groping for the next joint. He already feels as though his body is moving through heavy syrup against a wicked current. His own erection, just starting to flag without any stimulation, rubs against the bed and reignites the heat settled low.
He lights the joint, and grabs the old coffee mug turned makeshift ashtray. Beside him, Aeon lays spread on his back, legs wide apart, cock lying heavy and blushing in the cut of his hip. His eyes are glassy and heavy lidded, lips red from the biting and slopping kissing.
"It's gonna take ages to go down," he admits, the corner of his mouth pulling back in a stupid smile, revealing a row of charmingly crooked teeth. Swiss takes a long, indulgent inhale, holds it, and without asking, leans in. Gets his full lips right against Aeon's and breathes out. Their noses bump, and Swiss is achingly aware of every nerve in his body, how bad the want is now.
He really has no idea how many times it's been, how many times they've brought each other close just to back off entirely. The breaks have gotten longer and longer, because they're so needy for it, so sensitive, that Aeon barely has to wiggle a fingertip underneath Swiss’s head before it's throbbing and pearling at the tip again. They've been at it for a while, that's what he knows. They'll be at it for a while longer, too. Until they've worked each other up where even they, with their endless well of patience, are ready to tear their hair out in frustration.
Aeon hums when Swiss pulls away. He can't open his eyes.
"You're so high," Swiss notes, adoring.
"Uh huh," Aeon smiles, reaching blindly with a hand for any bit of Swiss he can land on. He ends up pressing a palm to his chest, giving an absent pinch to the hair he finds there to make Swiss startle. "And I want more."
"Bet you do," Swiss says, and has to fight the urge to stroke himself. Looking at Aeon, seeing how sticky his own cock is- his self control is really something else. He can allow himself a little pat on the back for it.
"Swiss," Aeon mumbles, bringing his hands to his own chest, his nipples. Rubbing. His dick twitches against his stomach.
"Yeah?" Swiss asks, feeling woozy through the drugs and the scene he's looking at.
"Feed it to me," Aeon insists.
Swiss watches in slow motion how his narrow chest rises and falls when he places the joint to his lips. Exhales just as steady.
"Fuck, s'good," he slurs, tongue too thick in his mouth. He won't stop plucking at his nipples and Swiss has to shut his eyes when he takes his hit. Coughs a bit, taps the ash into the mug. "Gonna be all fucked up."
"You already are," Swiss says, kindly placing the joint against Aeon's mouth once more.
"You know, I keep," Aeon tries, and then starts laughing. "I keep forgetting where I am." He abandons his chest to rub at his eyes and Swiss can't help but laugh, too. He takes one final hit, a huge lung full, and has a terrible idea.
"You wanna cum?" he asks.
"Mm. Yes 'n no," Aeon says reasonably. He tries peeling his eyes open, a hand reaching for Swiss’s thigh. Ticklish fingers ghosting over the muscle.
"Finish it," Swiss says, holding up the rest of the joint, which is an awfully large amount left, for a ghoul as stoned as Aeon already is. Aeon's brow raises. "You can cum when it's gone."
Aeon pauses, considering.
"That's way too much for me," Aeon says, taking the joint and hitting it. Swiss hands him the mug. He sighs his exhale, and squirms. "S'gonna be too much, Swiss." He blinks stupidly up at him, meeting Swiss’s dopey grin with his own. "Gonna be all fucked up and helpless," he adds, wiggling his eyebrows. The thought is terribly enticing. He doesn't point out the obvious, that Aeon is already to that point.
He waits until Aeon's let his eyes fall shut yet again with the next drag before brushing the back of his hand up the shaft. Aeon chokes, and his cock flexes hard, bobbing up and hitting his belly.
"Oh," Aeon gasps, back arching before he can think about it. "Oh, yeah," he says, frowning and nodding. Swiss repeats and Aeon sucks on the joint, pain and pleasure carving into his features in equal measure. Swiss feels himself slip a little more offline as the hits he'd taken begin their slow creep into the folds of his brain. Mouth a little drier, if somehow that's possible. Balls aching more. He hurts in the best way.
"Fuck," Aeon says, sounding a little hysterical. He sounds happy, and unhinged. Swiss curls thick fingers around him, groaning when he feels Aeon's dick flex in his grip. "Dunno how long I can hold it in."
"Finish the joint," Swiss says sweetly. "Get all fucked up for daddy-"
Aeon howls with laughter.
"Daddy?" he bites out. Swiss grins, unrepentant.
"Finish the joint," he repeats, "and daddy'll make you cum."
Aeon collects himself, knuckles a few tears from his eyes, ashes into the mug much later than he should have. Setting the sheets on fire would be a real downer at the best of times.
"Okay, I'm goin'," Aeon says, and continues to smoke, pushing his hips up rudely unto Swiss’s hand. Looking progressively more and more lost. "What time is it?"
Swiss glances at the clock.
"We've been here two hours," Swiss says, a little stunned.
"No shit," Aeon says, and stubs the rest of the joint out inside the mug. "Well. Does daddy wanna make me squirt yet?"
"You wanna?"
"Yes and no," Aeon repeats and Swiss is grabbing the mug from him before he drops it. Sets it heavy onto the side table, and collapses alongside Aeon, who paws at his chest. He's far gone. Squirming and writhing all on his own. Swiss wants to hold him, choke him. Kiss him breathless and fold him in half. Pull a handful of his floppy hair and get him to whine. Swiss relents, leans forward and catches Aeon's mouth against his own. It's grossly uncoordinated and wet, licking at each other more than kissing, really. While he's distracted, he doesn't notice Aeon sneaking a hand to Swiss’s balls, cupping them. Swiss groans, and then Aeon's tickling the head with clumsy fingers.
"I'll kiss it after you make me cum," Aeon promises, lips brushing Swiss’s while he speaks.
"You can hardly kiss me now," Swiss says.
"Then I'll hold m'mouth open, you can fuck it," he suggests. Doesn't miss a beat. Swiss stares. Aeon holds his gaze steady for a moment, and then the corners of his eyes are wrinkling when he lets out another stoned giggle. "That what daddy wants?"
Swiss begins jerking him off in earnest, and Aeon cries out and clutches at the sheets.
Privately, Swiss considers if he can get away with ruining Aeon's orgasm.
Imagine; Dew and Rain sitting by the lake (sunglasses on cause it looks cool) on a hot day as Aeon walks by and the two of them just lusting after new bug and telling each other what depraved things they would like to do to him (getting really horny of course). Poor little innocent Aeon waves to them, not knowing anything at all 😭😏
All of these Phantom asks in my inbox are assembling themselves into a delightful little series!!
Spiritual successor to "Phantom chokes himself while jerking off to Raindrop" and "Raindrop makes a mess on the couch while talking nasty about Phantom"
1.5k words of Rain and Dew objectifying an oblivious Phantom on the beach.
“I bet he likes to be choked,” Rain murmurs, shifting to conceal his also thickening cock.
“You know he does, just look at him. That’s the face of a guy who just wants to black out a little when he comes.”
It’s a sizzling hot summer day and the ghouls are all trying to keep cool by the lake, the whole pack spread out on the shores and basking in the shallows as the afternoon sun beats down on their shimmering skin. Dew and Rain are sitting in beach chairs, letting the heat of the day dry them off after a morning of swimming—both wearing large, dark sunglasses as they watch the rest of the ghouls frolic around.
Dew extracts a pack of cigarettes from the cup holder of his chair and slides one out, bringing it to his lips and lighting it with a flash of his fire element. Rain watches him intently as he smokes, his eyes following the plume of smoke that rolls off of Dew’s tongue as the fire ghoul examines the activity on the beach in front of them.
Phantom is sitting close to the water with Cirrus and Cumulus, the three ghouls digging enthusiastically in the wet sand as they build a large pile that seems to have hopes of one day being a sandcastle. Dew scowls as he watches them, reaching a hand up to itch at the messy bun of blond hair piled between his horns.
“Checking out your boyfriend?” Rain deadpans, following Dew’s gaze. Dew gives him a derisive snort in return, smoke puffing out of his nose.
“You’re the one insisting he wants to fuck you so bad,” Dew grumbles, taking another deep drag off his cigarette. Rain smirks.
Dew and Rain have been having a back-and-forth about the new quintessence ghoul recently. They’ve noticed Phantom’s interest in them—always stealing glances in the dressing room, watching them longingly as they snuggle in the den during movie nights—and it’s clear that their young new bandmate is hoping that they’ll invite him in to play.
Dew and Rain have yet to discuss whether they actually want to do that or not. They’ve been too busy arguing over which one of them Phantom wants to fuck more, and what they envision the other ghoul will do to the shy new guitarist once they get him alone.
“Oh, I mean he clearly wants to fuck me more. But I’m generous. You can be the one to date him if you want.”
“I don’t want to date him, dumbass,” Dew hisses, smoke rolling out between his gritted fangs.
“Yes, you do. You want him to bring you a bouquet of flowers and tell you you’re pretty while he makes sweet, gentle love to you.”
Dew flicks his cigarette butt at the water ghoul, and it bounces off of Rain’s damp skin with a hiss. Rain cackles. Dew’s too easy. One day he’ll learn that Rain won’t tease him so much if he doesn’t give him such a big reaction, but today is not that day.
“I think you’re projecting, Rainy,” Dew sneers. “You’re obsessed with him. I’ve seen the way you stare back at him when he watches you get changed. You’re hoping he’ll pick up on you mentally begging him to corner you backstage and fuck the piss out of you.”
“Fuck the what?” Rain laughs, a bit nervously.
“You heard me,” Dew replies, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. “You want the new kid’s dick in your ass.”
Rain scoffs, turning his attention away from Dew to examine the three ghouls making their sand pile.
“Talk about projecting.”
“The only thing projecting is gonna be Phantom’s come into your butthole.”
Rain scowls.
“You like how tall he is. You want him to pick your little ass up and carry you across the threshold of your bedchambers like his virgin bride.”
“I bet he’d be so nervous,” Dew continues, ignoring the water ghoul. “And you’d fucking love that, you sicko. God, I bet he’d just—tremble about how beautiful you are, and you’d eat that shit right up.”
“Well, it’s not like anyone else ever tells me I’m beautiful,” Rain huffs.
“He’d probably come in like three strokes, all embarrassed and apologetic, and you’d be over the moon.”
Rain lifts his glasses to squint at Dew with his blue eyes.
“What, like the last time I let you top?”
The spade of Dew’s tail digs into the sand.
“I lasted for five strokes, thank you.”
Rain snickers and Dew smiles, a tinge of blush creeping under his sunglasses.
“And let me, please. You were begging for it.”
Rain shrugs with a sly grin, dropping his glasses down on his nose and settling back in his chair.
“Potato, tomato.”
“Potato, potahto, dumbass.”
Rain flicks sand at Dew’s leg with his tail, making the fire ghoul cry out in protest.
“But seriously,” Dew says with a scowl, brushing sand off of his sweaty skin. “What would you do to that little freak if you got your hands on him?”
Rain wiggles his nose, looking out over the beach as Phantom stands up to go fetch a bucket. The lanky quintessence ghoul brushes sand off his black swim trunks as he walks, the wet fabric clinging to his shapely ass as Dew and Rain stare.
“Well, I feel like I’d have to start with taking a good look at his dick ring, right?” Rain says.
“Right,” Dew replies. “Makes sense. Gotta see if the rumors are true.”
“Exactly. Then I’d make him take a good look at my cock. Really describe how pretty it is, you know. Tell me how much he wants to suck it.”
“Narcissist.”
“Just a realist, thanks. Anyway, I’d let him keep going until he couldn’t stand it anymore and just starts begging to suck my cock. Pleading. He wants to suck my dick so bad there are tears in his big purple eyes.”
Dew sighs.
“Are you writing a romance novel? Get to the part that’s gonna make my dick hard.”
Rain swats at Dew with the spade of his tail.
“Will you let me set the stage? Satan have mercy,” Rain grumbles. “So, he’s begging to suck my cock, just beside himself for it, right, and I decide to be benevolent and reward him. So I stroke his cheek, tell him what a good boy he is. How proud I am of how patient he’s being. Then I grab him by the horns and just… fuck the shit out of his face.”
“Mmmhmm,” Dew affirms, quickly reaching down to adjust the crotch of his swim trunks as he stares at Phantom.
“Like… really nasty style,” Rain continues. “He’s crying, he’s gagging, he loves it. Says he wants me deeper. He takes me all the way down, nose buried in my pubes, moaning like a whore. When I come, I’m so far in he doesn’t even need to swallow. Just unload straight down his throat.”
Dew nods thoughtfully, resting a hand over his chubby dick.
“What about you?” Rain asks him, momentarily turning away from Phantom to glance at the fire ghoul.
“Well,” Dew says. “Obviously, I’ve been watching all of this play out.”
“Of course,” Rain responds. “We do everything together.”
“Right. And I was honestly gonna have him suck my dick, but I’ll mix it up for the sake of keeping things interesting.”
“So generous.”
“Have you noticed that he has his tongue pierced?” Dew asks. “I wanna feel it on my asshole.”
“Ooh,” Rain purrs. “I’m jealous I didn’t think of that one.”
Dew nods, his own tongue flickering over his lips as he watches Phantom and Cumulus shake wet sand loose from an upturned bucket.
“So I’ll just have him eat my ass like he’s trying to make the Olympics for it, really show me all the things that fancy tongue can do. I’ll wrap my tail around his neck—loosely, at first, just to hold him in place—but once he gets really into it, I’ll give him a little choke. Just for fun.”
“I bet he likes to be choked,” Rain murmurs, shifting to conceal his also thickening cock.
“You know he does, just look at him. That’s the face of a guy who just wants to black out a little when he comes.”
Dew and Rain stare intently at Phantom, who glances over and notices them looking his way. He grins brightly, giving them an enthusiastic wave. Dew and Rain smile weakly, giving him a wave in return—their hands casually hiding their semi-erect dicks.
“Then after he’s done tonguing my asshole, I’ll tell him to stop wasting time and fuck it already.”
“I knew it.”
“I know what I like,” Dew shrugs, reaching for his pack of cigarettes and withdrawing another one. He lights it and takes a deep drag, exhaling with a sigh as Rain watches him. Phantom continues to glance over their way, giving the two ghouls a curious look.
“So are you gonna ask him or should I?” Rain says dryly, examining his fingernails. Dew groans.
“You do it, I don’t want him to think I’m too excited about this or anything.”
Rain snickers, moving down to sit on the far edge of his beach chair.
“Hey, Phantom!” he calls, cupping his hand around his mouth. Phantom and the ghoulettes look up, giving Rain their full attention.
“Are you busy tonight?” Rain yells.
“No!” Phantom calls back. “Why, what’s up?”
“Please don’t scream it down the fucking beach,” Dew mutters, rubbing his eyes under his sunglasses.
Mountain and Rain laying in bed speaking to each other like characters out of pride and prejudice, all flowery words and convoluted sentences, and exchanging soft slow kisses over the top of Dew's head, who's trapped in between them and being very much ignored. every now and then one of them will dip down to catch his lips in a kiss that ends all too soon and leaves him chasing the other’s lips for more but Rain and Mountain always pull away too quickly. for all Dew huffs and pouts, he not-so-secretly loves being caught between them like this, being able to look up at them and watch the people he loves be in love.
👉👈 I'm coming with a humble prompt (ehm, again, eheh) - Plus-size / chubby Copia with tummy and all, being self-conscious, having a down time, and one of the ghouls (any of them) being absolutely obsessed with him? For being soft and hot and just yummy? If you'd be comfortable with this? Please and thank you 🖤 (Also I'm not projecting into anyone in this prompt.) (I might be projecting into both sides of this.)
It was a joke. A self deprecating one, but a joke non the less. And it had made the congregation at mass laugh, all be it an awkward laugh, but it was a laugh and Copia was taking that as a win.
Dew didn’t find it funny. If he’s being honest he didn’t really understand what Copia was trying to get at, he’d always viewed the man as some above godly creature, so to hear him say something so…low about himself made an uneasy feeling swirl in his belly.
Dew had waited until the end of mass, until all the ghouls and siblings had made their exit. He waited until Copia was alone at the alter, blowing out candles and clearing up the equipment from the mass.
He steps up to the alter, glad his mask hides his face because he knows he’s glaring. He clears his throat, making Copia jump and drop the ritual book he was holding.
“Shit!” He picks up the book, looking sheepishly at Dew. “Don’t tell anyone I dropped that, it’s super old, I'd get in so much trouble.”
Dew doesn’t respond, just tilts head to the side slightly. Copia doesn’t seem to notice Dew’s lack of response.
“I didn’t know anyone was still here, normally everyone runs off as soon as it’s over, I’m use to clearing up on my own-“
“Did you mean what you said? That…joke. Did you mean it?”
Copia looks at Dew with a stunned look on his face.
“I-I-uh, what? I-didn’t- I don’t know?” His cheeks are getting redder and redder the more he stutters.
“It’s not a trick question. Did. You. Mean. It?” Dew takes a step forward with word.
Copia looks scared as he places the heavy book back on the ritual alter.
“I mean-I guess?”
Dew tilts his head to the opposite as before, frowning behind his mask.
“Why?”
“I mean, look at me.” Copia gestures to himself.
Dew’s frown deepens, not that Copia can see behind his mask.
“I am looking. I don’t get what I am meant to be be seeing?”
Copia gestures to himself again.
“All of this. You don’t see it?”
Dew shakes his head, stepping even closer to the man.
“You’ll have to be more specific.”
“This! All of this. Me!” Copia’s voice is louder then he expected, the sound echoing around the empty chapel. “Look at me. Look at this.” He grabs at his stomach through his robes. “This fat that just refuses to leave no matter what I do, in fact, it’s only getting worse! Nothing I do seem to works and I’m just getting…chubbier.” He breathes out.
Dew was even more confused then before. Of course he knew Copia was a little rounder in areas, he’d seen him naked often enough to know, but he’d never thought it could anything bad. He’d always like how soft Copia’s body felt against the sharpness of his own, he liked how warm his skin felt under his touch, how he always knew he effected the older man by seeing the flutter of his belly. He liked tracing the silvery lines that seemed to flow down Copia’s body like little rivers. He never thought these things could be considered bad, he always just viewed them as a part of who Copia was.
He takes another step forward towards Copia.
“And that is…bad?”
“Of course it’s bad!” Copia exclaims, his hands flying out. “I wish-I wish I could look like my brother’s, more muscular, slimmer, more angular, but unfortunately I don’t! I’m stuck looking like this. No matter what I do I’ll always look like this, and I-hmmmugh-“
At some point during copias rant Dew had taken his helmet off, discarding it somewhere on the floor, and cut the man off by forcing their lips together.
Dew kisses him like he’s starved, pushing him backwards until his back hits the alter. He squeezes at Copias chin, forcing his jaw open and pushed his tongue into his mouth. Copia squeaks as he does, gripping onto Dew’s shoulders for dear life.
Dew pulls away, a string of saliva connects their lips. “Needed to shut you up.” He pulls him back for another searing kiss before Copia can even respond.
Dew manages to undo the buttons on Copias robe without him realising until it’s being pushing off his shoulders and onto the floor, leaving Copia stood there in his dress shirt and pants. Copia pulls away from the kiss this time with a squeak as Dew works the buttons of his shirt open.
“I-what? What are you doing?”
Dew shushes him, pulling his shirt off and letting it fall into a pile onto of his robes. “I don’t need to you speak.” He drops to his knees in between Copia’s legs. “Just need you to listen.”
He tries working the pants open, growling as the zip gets stuck. He ends up using his claws, shredding the fabric easily, leaving Copia standing before him, panting, in just his boxers.
“Dew, what-“ Copia gets cut off by his breath hitching as Dew licks a long up the inside of his thigh. “I can’t listen to you comparing yourself to your brother.” He bites down at the flesh at the top of Copia’s thigh. “Especially when you’re so perfect.”
Copia moans, unable to stop his hips bucking a little. He leans back against the alter more for support.
Dew grabs at his hips, kneading at the flesh, pulling Copia more towards him. “You don’t see how perfect you are, just as you are.” He sits up more, tracing a stretch mark on Copia’s belly with his touch. He feels him flutter under his touch, trying to keep his breathing even. “Let me show you.” He looks up at Copia. “Let me show you how perfect you are, how much we all love you, how much I love you.”
Copia whimpers, grabbing at one of Dews horns to try and pull him away.
“Dew, you don’t- I don’t need you to do that.”
Dew nips at his belly with a growl, his ears flatting against his head.
“This is a place of worship, isn’t it?” He gestures around the room. Copia nods a little nervously, feeling his heart pick up.
I need to know what happens in the common room with dew and rain after phantom went to his room. Please i beg. I need to know
Hello!! You're in luck, I am writer's-blocked with my WIP again and this ask dovetails in so deliciously with another Rain/Dew/Phantom ask in my inbox (I see all u horny freaks, I will get to you all eventually!) that I just had to write it.
1,000 words of Rain and Dew trying to have a battle of the wits regarding Phantom while Rain's cock is buried in Dew's ass.
~*~A continuation of this ficlet!~*~
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“Did you hear something?”
Dew groaned as Rain craned his neck to look down the hallway leading from the bedrooms to the common area of the ghoul den, releasing his grip on Dew’s throat in the process. One hand was still idly thumbing at Dew’s slit as the little ghoul squirmed on his lap, Rain’s cock buried up to the hilt in the fire ghoul’s ass.
“No,” Dew whined. “But I’m a little… distracted.”
“Hmm,” Rain said, squinting down the hall. “Looked like Phantom’s door just closed.”
Dew growled, biting his lower lip as he rolled his hips, trying to drag Rain’s cock across his walls and fuck into his waiting hand simultaneously.
“Little freak was probably watching.”
Rain chuckled.
“He does like us, doesn’t he.”
Dew let out a shuddering exhale, rolling his head back onto Rain’s shoulder.
“He wants to fuck me so bad it makes him look stupid,” Dew sighed, leveraging his legs under him to bounce gently on Rain’s cock. The water ghoul moaned, bringing his hands to Dew’s hips to attempt to control his tempo, hissing as the fire ghoul fought against his grip.
“God, you are a fucking terrible cockwarmer.”
Dew hissed in return, smacking at Rain’s hands as he resigned himself to his fate and settled back down, growling low in his throat as Rain rewarded his good behavior with a few gentle strokes to his painfully hard dick.
“Anyway. Phantom clearly wants to fuck me so bad he looks stupid.”
Dews eyes flashed.
“Nuh uh.”
“Yeah huh,” Rain replied, snaking his tongue into Dew’s ear as he continued to slowly jack him off.
“He better not be trying to fuck you,” Dew growled, closing his eyes.
“Why, what are you gonna do about it?” Rain purred, voice low in Dew’s ear. Dew shuddered.
“I’m gonna—I’m gonna beat his ass.”
“You’re gonna eat his ass?”
“Shut the fuck up Rain,” Dew whined, jerking his head away from Rain’s face as the water ghoul cackled.
“You’re so cute when you’re jealous,” Rain cooed, wrapping his arms around Dew’s slender torso and drawing the fire ghoul tight to his chest. Dew was hot—his skin nearly searing to the touch, Rain’s chest drenched with both of their sweat. He smelled like fireworks.
Rain was wet. In addition to the sheen of sweat beading up all over his body, he could feel his hole dripping with slick onto the velvet loveseat below. He knew Dew would be furious when he noticed later.
Dew grumbled.
“I’m not jealous, I’m just saying you’re wrong.”
Rain dug his fingers into Dew’s hips, guiding him ever-so-slightly up and then down again as the fire ghoul drew deep, erratic breaths.
“You’re right, Phantom does want to fuck you.”
“Mmmhmm,” Dew purred in response, bringing a hand to his cock as Rain gently rolled his hips under him.
“What are you gonna do once you let him catch you?” Rain growled, his voice low and honey-thick.
Dew furrowed his brows.
“I’m gonna… I’m gonna make him choke on my cock,” Dew spit. “Little fucking freak. Watching us.”
Rain chuckled, a villainous lilt to his laugh.
“Okay,” he chided, allowing Dew to increase his tempo again, his cock kicking as the little ghoul whimpered needily at the increased friction.
“Okay,” he continued, trailing a hand back up to Dew’s pale throat. “But we all know that this is where you actually want him.”
Dew chirped as Rain wrapped his fingers around his neck, squeezing gently at the sides of his airway.
“You want his cock so far up your ass you’re choking on it, jacking yourself off like a teenager as his dick ring is tickling your prostate.”
Dew hissed in protest but said nothing, only quickening the movement of his hand over his achingly hard erection as Rain bounced against his ass.
“Oh, Phantom,” Rain breathed in Dew’s ear, his voice pitched upward in a cruel impression of the fire ghoul’s signature whine. “Choke me, Phantom. Wrap your big hands around my little neck while you bury your fat cock in my ass.”
Dew failed to stifle a cry, letting out a piteous moan as he bit his lip, precum running down his knuckles as he jacked his dick even more furiously.
“Fuck me, Phantom,” Rain whined, squeezing Dew’s throat tighter. “I want your come in me, Phantom.”
“Rain,” Dew warned—of what, he didn’t know. He didn’t know whether he was about to choke, come, cry, or kick Rain’s ass, but something big was about to happen.
Rain grinned, sinking his claws into Dew’s hip as he fucked him hard, watching the fire ghoul helplessly paw at his dick as he struggled to separate fury from horny.
“I want you, Phantom,” Rain whimpered desperately, knowing he was about to go in for the kill. “I want you to fill me, Phantom.”
“Fuck—”
“Breed me, Phantom.”
“Fuck—”
Dew came with a pathetic, whining cry, his come shooting out in a dramatic arc before splattering onto the floor below them. He shuddered, sucking in a pained breath as he caught another spurt of come in his hand, grunting loudly as Rain slammed into his overstimulated asshole under the force of his own orgasm. Rain sighed, his hips twitching as he emptied the last of himself into Dew’s slick, puffy hole, running his fingers through Dew’s long blond hair as the little ghoul slumped over.
“You fucking asshole,” Dew whined, scowling at the puddle of his own come in his hand. Rain laughed, moving Dew’s hair away to plant kisses across his sweaty shoulders as he purred, Dew’s tail starting to swish as he reluctantly purred as well.
“That was so good, babe,” Rain murmured, giving one of Dew’s pierced nipples a tweak. “You always feel so good.”
Dew sighed, glancing back over his shoulder as he gingerly slid himself off of Rain’s softening cock.
“Satan help you if there’s an imprint of your wet asshole on the velvet loveseat, Rain,” he hissed. “I’m sick of cleaning up your mess after you bully me.”
have a bunch about mommy aether and dew's breastfeeding kink.
(no ageplay here for anyone concerned)
Every year, just before the winter solstice, Aether finds himself afflicted with a certain...condition.
It had been shocking the first time. A handful of months after his summoning he'd woken with an odd weight on his chest, like one of the abbey's mousers had fallen asleep on him again.
No such luck, though. The only thing he'd found after rubbing the sleep from his eyes was a foreign ache and a certain snugness to his sleep shirt.
It hadn't taken long to put two and two together, not when he'd padded to the bathroom and shucked his shirt along the way. Aether distinctly remembers staring at himself in the mirror for actual minutes, mouth agape as he cupped his swollen chest.
"What the fuck..."
Aether had dragged his fingers through his chest hair in stunned silence, caressing his newfound curves with a rather stupid look on his face. They sat high and firm on his chest, sizeable enough to nearly fill even his large hands and dusky at the tips. Not much give to them, but still supple and lovely to weigh in his palms.
Curious fingers had rubbed at a peaked nipple, finding it impossibly tender. Enough so to make him hiss. There had been something beneath the sensitivity, though. Some unfamiliar pressure that made him continue to touch.
To tug.
To squeeze.
The first drops of warm fluid that leaked over his fingers had knocked the air from his lungs.
"What the fuck?"
Aether had no idea. Neither had Omega, after a rather embarrassing trip to the infirmary. No amount of magickal jiggery-pokery over the years had provided answers, so Aether had simply...stopped looking for them.
He just knows that, for roughly three days a year, he swells. He leaks.
And that, for roughly three days a year, Dew will be plastered to him like a parasite.
Dew seems to be able to smell the change on him, always huddling close to his side the night before it happens. Nuzzling Aether's shoulder and resting a gentle hand on his chest. The first time Dew had done it - the fourth year in a row this little event had happened, but the first where the little ghoul had been topside - Aether hadn't known what to do with himself.
"What's gotten into you?" He'd asked, trying to wriggle his way out of those spidery arms. Dew had been...reluctant to let him get away, a light growl bubbling up in his chest.
"You smell different," he'd said, smushing his nose into Aether's neck. "Like...I dunno, but it's good."
That bony hand hadn't stopped groping his chest, and by the time he'd wrangled the little ghoul back to his bedroom Dew was trying worm his was under Aether's shirt.
The next morning he'd woken to his annual problem, and to say Dew was ecstatic would be a severe understatement.
It's become something of a tradition since that first time around. Dew is a bit less obvious about it now, staring instead of groping, but the morning it happens there is exactly one place to find the little ghoul.
This's year's cycle is proving to be much the same.
Dew had crawled into the warmth of Aether's bed just after sunup, snuggled into his side with a yawn and promptly fallen right back to sleep. Aether himself had barely been awake at the time, and - despite the telling pressure on his chest - wrapping an arm around the little ghoul so he could drift off again had been all too easy.
It's proving to be even easier, hours later, for Dew to convince him that they could stay that way.
"C'mon, you don't really wanna get up do you?"
Dew trails a light finger along the obvious curve of Aether's chest, a motion that could almost be called innocent under normal circumstances. It's the second time he's said it in the last ten minutes, since they'd woken in tandem, wrapped in one another. Aether has no problem admitting that he could easily stay like this forever.
"Then why don't we?"
He watches Dew reach under the covers, groping at the pocket of his pajama pants. He comes back with a fat joint, and the little ghoul's face splits in a grin.
"I even brought breakfast."
He's so cute like this, Aether could kiss him.
So he does.
It's gentle, the way he holds Dew's chin. Like he's made of the finest china that the slightest jostle will fracture. Their lips are both morning chapped, but a little roughness is never a bad thing. Dew tastes like leftover toothpaste and fresh spring water, cool and soothing, and it's nothing to let the little ghoul lick into his mouth with just the tip of his tongue.
Aether sighs when Dew's palm slides over his belly and up to his chest, long fingers dancing over soft cotton. They graze the underside of his new growth, the barest touch, but Aether makes a soft sound anyway. Dew pulls back with the gentlest tug of Aether's bottom lip, immediately staring down at his chest.
"Sore?"
"No more than usual," Aether murmurs, nosing at Dew's hair. His silver strands have been pulled back into a messy bun, and Aether likes the access it gives him to Dew's slender neck. It's true that he's not particularly uncomfortable at the moment, but it's still early in the cycle. The ache that is present isn't an unpleasant one.
Dew hums, pecking him on the cheek before pulling away to rifle through Aether's nightstand.
"I can fix that."
He comes back with a purple plastic lighter, and as he sparks up the joint Aether delights in the way Dew's angular features catch the glow of the flame.
"Pretty boy," he rumbles as Dew inhales, smirking when the little ghoul almost immediately starts to cough. Aether pats his back through it, waiting for Dew's scowl to fade as his blush grows.
"Shut up and smoke," he gripes, and, well, Aether can do that.
He's never had much tolerance for the stuff, a couple of puffs enough to get him floaty and a couple more than that enough to get him heavy and grinning. That's about as far as he likes to take things, though.
Dew's as much of a lightweight as he is, truth be told, but their similarities end there. Unlike Aether, Dew enjoys being Fucked Up. Likes to push himself to the point of uselessness, until he's drifting away between breaths and pleasantly absent from the world around him. It makes him so very needy, tactile and soft, and Aether would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it.
Today, though, the little ghoul doesn't seem quite as far gone as usual. He'd snuffed out the joint halfway through, setting it on the nightstand and letting himself stretch out. He's loose, sprawled across the comforter and taking up every single inch of space he can manage, but he's not as hopelessly touchy as usual.
Strange.
Stranger still, Dew hasn't said a word since he told Aether to shut up, save for a handful of pleased sounds and quiet laughs between smoky kisses. It's different than usual, the silence. The distance. Normally when Aether's in this state, Dew can't keep his...well, anything really, to himself. Always needing to touch, to kiss, to claim this secret part of Aether in a way no one else does.
Today, all he's done is chew his lip and stare. There's been no contact since that first light touch, and if Aether focuses hard enough he swears he can hear the thoughts grinding in Dew's head.
He's sitting against his headboard now, scratching at the little ghoul's scalp with idle fingers while Dew not-so-subtly kneads at the mattress. Aether can tell what he'd rather be grabbing, what he'd rather be squeezing with those elegant fingers until they were all wet and sticky, but he keeps it to himself. Usually when Dew gets quiet it's for a reason, and in Aether's experience it's best to leave him be.
So he occupies his fuzzy mind by repaying the favor, taking in the slight body beside him with red-rimmed eyes.
Dew had lost his shirt at some point, who knows when, the thing now balled up and forgotten at the foot of the bed. Aether drags his eyes along the sharp lines of his body - the angles of his collarbones, the pronounced ridges of his ribs, the dip of his stomach. The pretty pink of his nipples, threaded with silver barbells that glint in the room's pale light. He's a delicious sight, to be certain, but he's just so...so...
"Small," Aether breathes, the one word quiet enough to drag Dew's eyes away from the fullness of his chest. He wears an odd look, something between confusion and want. "You're so small, angelfish."
Aether drags his knuckles along the cut of Dew's jaw, his large hand dwarfing that handsome face. He loves everything about Dew's size, loves how tiny he is. How easy the little guy is to throw around and rough up, how he can take a beating just as well as Mountain and Ifrit can, if not better. He loves how fragile Dew feels beneath his hands - stems of glass wrapped in tissue paper - and yet how hard he is to break.
But like this, just for these three bizarre days, Aether sees him differently. Dew isn't a feral little creature in need of taming. Isn't a rough-and-tumble hellbeast who could slit his throat without a second thought. Like this, Dew isn't strong.
He's just small. Small and vulnerable and in need of protection. From what, Aether doesn't know, but he can feel it in his bones. In his chest.
He expects Dew to buck the words - to hiss or snarl that he is not small, and that he'll show Aether just how big he can be - but he doesn't. There's something unreadable in Dew's expression, hiding in his bloodshot seafoam eyes and pink cheeks.
It makes the ache so much worse.
"Dew?" Aether feels his brows knit together as he runs his thumb over a sharp cheekbone. "What's going on? You look -"
"Wanna ask somethin'," Dew says suddenly, voice soft. His hands are still working, sheets caught in tight fists. He hasn't stopped staring at Aether's chest, but with some light coaxing Aether manages to wrangle his gaze upwards.
"Ask away," he murmurs, giving Dew the gentlest smile. The little ghoul sighs, hiding his face in Aether's warm hand.
"'S weird," he mumbles, peering up at Aether from the corner of his eye. "I don't - dunno if -" Dew chews his lip, one of his hands finally releasing the sheets to rest on Aether's thigh. "It's weird."
He taps out a restless rhythm, one Aether can hardly feel though the covers still over his lap. He's too distracted by the way Dew's looking at him, like he's worried whatever he's about to say will earn him punishment.
The ache in his chest grows.
"I'm sure it's not," Aether soothes, resting his other hand over Dew's own. "Go ahead and ask, love. It's alright."
The little ghoul stares at him for a few long moments, each one passing slower than the last. There's something clawing at Aether, something deep inside that yearns to comfort him. To drag Dew into his lap and hold him close, to tell him that everything was going to be okay. That there's no need to look so scared.
He doesn't. It's not easy, but Aether keeps his composure. Keeps his eyes warm and his smile gentle, encouraging. He gives Dew time, time he clearly needs considering the way he's gnawing on his lip like it owes him money. Dew has such pretty lips.
"Please, sweetheart," Aether says, so soft and kind that Dew's eyes slip shut. "Tell me what you need. Let me help."
Something in the little ghoul's expression softens, relaxes, and the next time he opens his eyes Aether can finally see the need in them. It swirls through his gut in warm spirals, pooling deep inside and making his sensitive spots tingle. He doesn't have to look to see that his nipples have gone stiff, they're so sensitive he can feel them poking into his shirt.
Plus Dew's drooling into his hand now, which is a dead giveaway. With a gulp, he speaks.
"Can I...will you..."
Dew sounds so, so shy. It's something Aether hasn't heard in ages, not since Dew was brand new and figuring out the fun new things this vessel of his could do. Dew's fingers dig harder into his thigh.
"Aeth, I - fuck, will you feed me?"
The words hit one by one, each syllable a crack in the safety glass surrounding whatever it is in Aether's that's screaming to protect. The answer to a question he didn't know he had. It shatters with the look on Dew's face, lost and scared that something terrible is about to happen.
"Oh, Dew," he breathes, hating the way Dew tenses up like he's about to run. Aether takes the hand on his thigh before he can, presses a soft kiss to the backs of his fingers. "Of course I will."
Every inch of the little ghoul visibly relaxes, he whimpers, and Aether wastes no time in gathering up his slack body. He's no trouble to move, even when he's dead weight, and in no time Aether has Dew laying across his blanketed lap. He tucks a loose chunk of Dew's hair back behind his ear and plants the gentlest kiss on his forehead.
"Are you comfy, love?"
Dew hunkers down a bit, lays a little more on his side and stretches his legs. He's so slender, pale against Aether's dark blankets. His flannels have slipped down a bit, exposing the vee of his hips and the light dusting of hair between them. Aether has one arm hooked around his back, the other hand resting on Dew's skinny thigh while he adjusts.
"Am now," the little ghoul says, curling in on himself a bit and resting one hand on Aether's belly. He can feel the other one resting at the small of his back, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
Dew looks up at him once he's fully settled, a smile playing at his lips despite the remnants of apprehension in his eyes. Aether cradles him just right, those eyes drop to his chest instead, and Dew lets out the softest little oh. Like he hadn't realized just how close he was. Aether rubs his thigh before reaching up to pat Dew's hand.
"A, uh - a while," Dew rasps, clearing his throat. The sound morphs into a tight groan when Aether exposes his prize, Dew finally getting eager eyes on the one part of Aether that truly drives him insane. Dew rewards him with a hung jaw and the nicest little peek at his pink tongue.
"How long have you wanted this, droplet?" Aether keeps his voice soft and sultry, it feels appropriate. Dew pulls his hand back when Aether reaches for the hem of his shirt. He offers a shaky exhale when Aether pulls it up, revealing the softness of his belly.
"Since last time?" Aether tucks his shirt up under his armpits as he talks, unwilling to dislodge the little ghoul enough to shrug the thing off. Dew shakes his head and Aether's stomach swoops. "Longer?" Dew nods.
"Longer," he confirms, that wandering hand sliding its way up Aether's torso. Through the thatch of hair on his stomach, over along his ribs, up, up... "Since...since the first time I saw 'em."
That delicate hand cups one of his tits and Aether shudders.
Something about the way Dew feels pressed against him, the admission, how long he's wanted this - it all coalesces in Aether's core, a dense ball of desire that bleeds into every neuron.
"I couldn't stop thinkin' about it," Dew admits, giving a gentle squeeze, "after the first time they...the first time I saw you spray. The first time," Dew swallows hard, "- first time you let me taste it."
Aether's head spins at the wonderment threading Dew's voice. It's the way he'd sounded back when he first saw a rainstorm. The way he'd sounded on his first trip to the greenhouse. The way he'd sounded the very first time Aether kissed him all over, showing him just how good these human vessels could feel.
He can't believe Dew's held this back for so long. It's not like Dew had never sucked on his tits before, both like this and as they normally were. Usually while Aether jerked the both of them off in one of his massive hands. This, though, isn't something quite so vulgar. This request, this desire, feels intimate in a way Aether doesn't think he's ever experienced. It's certainly making his cock fat, no mistaking that, but that's easy to ignore. Easy to focus on the sweetness Dew's been exuding since they finished their joint instead.
"Please," Dew whispers, licking his lips and giving that tender bud a tug. "Please, can I?"
Dew thumbs over a nipple and it hits like lighting, recenters his focus. The little ghoul looks up at him with such need, such unbridled hunger in his eyes that Aether sees stars.
"Oh, baby," he sighs, bringing a hand to the back of Dew's neck. "You must be starving."
Dew makes the most beautiful sound when Aether guides his head forward, and Aether offers his own when those pretty pink lips wrap around his nipple. Dew's tongue feel simultaneously like silk and sandpaper against the tip of it, teasing flicks, just enough to make Aether hiss. He gives a few tentative sucks, just between his lips, and Aether holds him so tight.
"That's nice," he sighs, playing with the soft hairs at the base of Dew's skull. "You have such a nice mouth, you know that?"
Dew sighs through his nose, flushed cheeks going two shades darker. He takes more of Aether into his mouth, tongue laving at his areola as he works to latch on. Aether huffs when he hollows his cheeks and starts to really suckle.
"That's it tadpole, good job," he coos, relaxing back against the headboard. "Such a good boy for me."
The words come so easily, effortlessly. They just feel...right. Dew whines all the same, a painfully sweet sound that lights up every pleasure center in Aether's mind. At this point he doesn't know how much of this is the weed and how much is Dew, but he feels high as a kite all the same.
Dew's hand finds its way over his chest, rests at the top of his swollen pec, and starts to massage. Aether sucks air through his teeth at the feel of it, at the way Dew encourages his body to let go. To let down. To release.
He knows the moment it happens from the sound Dew makes. Something between a moan and a sob, muffled but obvious. The little ghoul goes completely limp in his lap as Aether feels it really start to flow, sinking deeper into him with every mouthful.
"Is that what you wanted, sweet boy?" Aether gets Dew supported with one arm, his other hand now free to stroke the little ghoul's warm cheek. "Wanted me to fill you up like this?"
Dew peers up through those long lashes of his, and Aether sees nothing but black. He nods, a tiny movement that runs no risk of dislodging him, and Aether finds it so very endearing. He's tempted to keep talking, but in the quiet he can actually hear Dew drinking him down, and once he notices it Aether feels little desire to hear anything else.
His hand travels aimlessly over the little ghoul's shoulder while he watches, down his bicep and onto his narrow chest. Dew's shifted back a bit since he latched on, more on his back than his side. His arm, no longer needed to massage, lays useless on the bed. Dew's legs have gone splayed too, spread wide and utterly relaxed. He looks so at peace.
Aether can't stop touching him though, and Dew certainly doesn't seem inclined to stop him.
It's slow, intentional. The way Aether traces his collar bone, the way he pets at the hollow of his throat. The way he drags his knuckles down Dew's sternum and across his chest. Aether just grazes a nipple and Dew makes a little hnng sound, eyes fluttering open to find Aether smiling down at him. He can't help it, not when Dew looks so blissful.
"That feel good?" Dew gives another minuscule nod, pushing his chest ever so slightly up into Aether's touch. "Mm, I thought so," he chuckles, moving to lay equal attention on Dew's other nipple. "Always so sensitive here aren't you?" Like he has to ask. Then, "Tingly yet?"
Dew makes another of those huffing sounds and closes his eyes again, and Aether takes that as a yes. He gives the little ghoul's nonexistant chest a squeeze, and Aether can't help but laugh when Dew's limp hand drifts up to grope his other tit in kind. It kneads at him the way it had the mattress earlier, firm and insistent, and Aether hopes that Dew can feel the way his cock twitches through the blankets.
Aether slides his hand down the flat, firm plane of his stomach, light and ticklish, and Dew whimpers.
"Are you tingly anywhere else?"
He nods fervently this time, bringing his legs together when Aether hooks two fingers into the waist of his flannels. He slips them down to Dew's creamy thighs in one tug, and with a sigh the little ghoul spreads them again. Gives Aether a nice eyeful of his pudgy little cock, clearly interested but not quite standing up on it's own yet. Aether purrs at the sight of it, taking Dew's slender length between two fingertips and giving it a wiggle.
Through it all, Dew never stops suckling. Never stops fondling his chest. Aether could call it greedy if he were in less of a giving mood, but the way Dew basks in him, in his care, makes it simply impossible to be anything but pleased.
It takes no time for Dew to start his own sort of leaking, coating Aether's fingers in slick before he's even half hard. No doubt sensitive as ever, but slower to respond from the weed. Aether doesn't mind, not when it gives him time to tease. He takes the slippery head between a few fingers and gives it little tugs that have Dew's skinny hips twitching up.
"What's this, sweetheart?" Aether teases as Dew slowly stiffens between his fingers. "Is someone getting excited?"
Dew flushes straight down his throat, nuzzling deeper into Aether's chest with an embarrassed little mewl. His toes are curling into the sheets already. Aether smiles as he takes Dew in hand and starts to really stroke, soft and slow. The little ghoul is so beautiful like this - weak and helpless in his arms, unable to resist the care Aether's set on providing him.
"Such a sweet boy," he coos, kissing Dew's hair just to hear the lovely sound he makes. "My sweet little Dewdrop."
He does look sweet, Aether thinks. His cute little cock is as pink as his cheeks and twice as wet. His face is buried in Aether's plush chest, a thin trail of milk slipping from the corner of his mouth when he's too dazed to swallow in time. He's getting noisier by the second, and the more he does the harder it is for Aether to hold himself back.
There's been a word on the tip of his tongue since all of this started, since Dew first confessed. Something he's wanted to say since that warmth began to bloom deep inside. Something that he worries may be too much, one step too far.
Dew moans as he throbs in his hand, and Aether throws caution to the wind.
"Let mommy make you feel good."
It's like a dam breaks. Dew's eyes fly open and his back arches, bony fingertips digging into Aether's chest and scrabbling at his back. His cock spits a blurt of pre that lands all the way on his stomach, and every inch of Aether goes red hot. Not the reaction he expected, but now Dew's working those little hips in panicky ruts up towards his loose fist and he isn't going to complain about that.
"Is that what you need, tadpole? Need mommy to milk it out of you?" His voice doesn't betray the thrumming desperation in his veins, and Dew's nod is nothing but frantic. Aether huffs out a soft laugh. "Use your words, darling. Tell me what you need."
Dew pops off his sore, puffy nipple with a gasp, drooling a mess of spit and milk before he can swallow it down. He looks out of his mind and all the more beautiful for it.
"Please mommy," Dew begs, breathless and shaky, and oh how wonderful it sounds pouring from his lips. "Please - please make me, mommy, make...make it cum, make my cock cum, please -"
"Are you gonna squirt for me already, sweetheart?"
Dew wails, panting and pleading while Aether pulls him closer to the edge. He really shouldn't tease, but it's impossible to resist. Dew's falling apart so fast, a babbling mess of bony limbs and unintelligible sounds. His hips jerk in an uneven rhythm, and Aether stills his hand so Dew can fuck it as he pleases.
It's Aether's turn to moan when he sees the little ghoul, through his haze of pleasure and overwhelm, try to latch on again. It's sloppy and uncoordinated, Dew leaving wet smears over his skin while he mashes his face into Aether's tit. Some milk dribbles out when he does and Dew laps it up like a man starved.
He looks so pretty when he's a mess.
"Keep your head still," Aether tells him, voice firm, and with a gurgling sound Dew does. Mostly. Close enough. His hips have long since lost contact with his brain. Aether doesn't mind. "Show me that tongue and I'll give you what you want."
Dew listens, eyes lidded and chest heaving as he lets it loll out of his mouth. Aether can feel how close he his, can feel how his little balls have snuggled up close to his body, but Dew's been so very good this morning. Surely he deserves a treat.
"Such a good boy."
Aether focuses the slightest spark of his magick into his chest, and Dew freezes as that warm, sweet stream splashes right onto his tongue.
"Now cum for mommy."
Dew's entire body goes taut, his eyes roll back, and in perfect silence the little ghoul paints his own chest and belly. Aether holds him so close when it hits, milking rope after pearly rope from Dew's spasming form. Watching his knees draw up and his tongue drip milk onto his chest. Every second is spent murmuring the sweetest praise in Dew's ear, words of deep, desperate affection that he hopes the little guy will remember when this is all said and done.
Dew whines the moment overstimulation starts to kick in, and Aether pulls back immediately. Lets Dew's messy little cock rest against his sticky tummy so he can wipe his hand on the blankets and stroke Dew's cheek. He looks so dazed, so brainless, and Aether has no choice but to kiss him.
He tastes so much sweeter now.
Aether sucks on Dew's tongue before he pulls back, rubbing along his spine and resting their foreheads together.
"Did you enjoy yourself, love?"
Dew makes a very silly sound, all dopey and fucked up. He wriggles a little, loops both arms around Aether's neck and pulls him back in for a kiss. Deeper this time, decadent and rich.
"Uh huh," he breathes the sound against Aether's lips. "But I'm not done." Aether pulls back, raises an eyebrow.
"Oh?"
"Gotta get the other side," Dew says reasonably, already maneuvering himself with grace he certianly shouldn't have for how hard he just came. He straddles Aether's thighs, plants his hands on his tits and gives him the loveliest little smile. "Can I? Please?"
Aether pulls him in for a soft, chaste kiss.
"Whatever you want, baby boy."
Dew grins, spreads his knees, and grinds his ass directly into Aether's incredibly obvious erection. He grips those scrawny hips with a grunt
"Then let me sit on it this time, mommy."
Dew leans down, pops Aether's nipple into his mouth, and Aether doesn't know if he'll make it that far.
Thinkin' 'bout how Dew seems more frog/salamander aligned in his water and fire hyrbid nature, whereas Mist and Rain are more like sharks.
Dew is more fresh water adjacent, so even after he begins tapping into his fire side more, he's still the most at home swimming around in the lake, kicking through the water more so than the others do, because they're used to sliding their way through the water.
They're more graceful than him, but he's not built for grace, he's built for speed.
He's built to flee, to escape.
But that's what makes it so unnerving when he flips it around and gives chase.
He'd rather flee than fight, but when the fight side kicks in, he is relentless.
He works smarter, not harder, in the water and on land.
Although the others are incredibly aware of this, so they have to find work arounds that will allow them to capture him if they have to.
Crim please. You can't just say that 😭 What if it was their first time sharing a room with eachother on tour?? What if the new bug thought Dew hadn't accepted him quite yet & then suddenly, this??? What if they kissed about it???
they had absolutely fallen asleep on opposite sides of the bed, backs turned and laying so close to the edge that the poor guy was nearly slipping off the mattress- he was not about to risk shouldering whatever wrath would come from invading dew’s personal space.
but when he stirs the next morning he isn’t curled up on his side anymore, instead laying flat on his back and sinking into the bed. that’s when he realizes that there’s something on his chest weighing him down. he can only tell that it’s dew by the big sheet of blond hair fanned out over him. dew’s face is hidden, tucked up under his jaw, the warm air coming out of his nose tickling his neck.
he’s such a nervous wreck that he thinks this is somehow his fault, that he grabbed dew in his sleep and held him against his will. he tries to peel dew’s arm away from where it’s wrapped around his waist so that he can slide back over to his side of the bed and pretend it never happened.
before he can put any space between them dew gives him an irritated little grumble and he’s sure that this is it- dew’s going to wake up and freak out when he realizes how close they are. instead, dew lets out a sleepy whine and slips his arm back around his waist, hugging him even tighter than before. he buries his face in the crook of his neck and takes a deep breath before relaxing back into that cozy place between awake and asleep.
Thinking about Secondo having a corruption kink but its not necessarily all sex related. Like I know that's what it's primarily about, but hear me out.
He introduces you to all the facets of pleasure, not just sex— though he thoroughly enjoys indulging in that one with you every chance he gets.
But letting you take a drag of his cigarette, or showing you how to shotgun, drinking in the smoke from your sweet lips. Watching you get high and floaty, content as you drift in his arms.
Driving you on his motorcycle at insane speeds, loving the way your arms fit around his waist, how you feel pressed flush against his backside. Watching the neon lights of the city flash by in a blink.
Loves getting you tipsy drunk, watching you giggle and get frisky. Your first time skinny dipping with the moonlight framing your almost nude body against the reflection of the lake.
Secondo takes you to the beach on his motorcycle to watch the sun set. Parks and sits you all pretty on his ride so he can lean over to kiss you. Your lips taste like sweet nectar and he can’t seem to get enough, hungrily devouring you until he has you pushed back against the seat of his motorcycle, the handles digging into your backside as he rucks up your shirt, hands traveling every single inch of skin.
Some nights when he indulges in gambling, and he’ll sit you on his lap as he plays. Passing a dying cigarette back and forth, drinking smoke from your lips. As the game progresses, he’ll murmur in low tones to you, explain how the game works so you can follow along.
Takes you to a VIP lounge on the strip in Vegas, probably buys it out for the whole night just so he can see you blissfully spread out nude against the neon lights or slowly make out with you in the hot tub.
He brings you home, the one he’s moved into after retirement. There’s a whole minibar in the den and he spends a whole evening making you all sorts of drinks so you can try each one. He even plays up the flirty bartender part just to see you smile.
MIASMA i am having thoughts right now. thoughts about dew cutting his finger open three songs in, and aeon gettin all predatory bc he smells blood, and cornering dew backstage so he can get those fingers in his mouth and lick at the wound until it opens back up again, getting all his sweaty fingers in his mouth and licking them clean
He's amazed he can smell it over the stink of the crowd.
Quintessence ghouls are extra sensitive to scent, and the peppermint oil Mountain had given him for the inside of his balaclava wore off halfway through Kaisarion. Too many bodies in too little space, the stench of humanity - sweat and tears and the heady aroma of adoration - filling his nostrils.
But here they are, barely through the into to Faith, and all Aeon can smell is smoke-tinged copper.
It's all he can focus on, fingers moving on autopilot while he tracks Dew across the stage. The tick of his earpiece makes his eye twitch, but he doesn't blink. Can't, not when he catches that flash of red on the other ghoul's right pinky.
It's barely a nick, but it's enough. Enough to have Aeon's mouth watering, fangs shimmering through his glamour as he imagines lapping up the few drops of crimson decorating Dew's finger. So lost in it that he misses his next cue, fumbles a handful of notes and earns a hoot from his side of the stage.
It doesn't matter. Nether does the curious look he gets from Rain, nor the chuckle from Swiss. Nothing matters but the little ghoul on the other side of the stage, fingering his way through a flawless solo. Aeon growls to himself when he finishes, watching Dew move to wipe his messy hand on his pants.
He pauses at the last second, though. Turns his head, stage lights glinting in his lenses. Aeon's growl ratchets up a notch when Dew stares over at him, fingers twitching against his fretboard. He can just make out the burning orange of the other ghoul's eyes.
He gives Aeon a finger wave with his stained pinky, and Aeon swears Dew smiles behind his balaclava.
The rest of the show barely registers, a mindless drone of guitars and drums and the shrieks of their congregation. He watches Dew through it all, playing on memory alone while a very specific hunger gnaws at his stomach. He's drooling down his chin by the end of Square Hammer, chest rumbling in a growl that is utterly beyond his control.
Aeon slithers his way through the lineup when it comes time for bows, and there is nothing kind about the way he grips Dew's sweaty hand.
He smells even better up close. Like burnt cinnamon, bitter salt and heat-warped metal. He doesn't let go after they bow, and the little ghoul doesn't fight when Aeon drags him backstage before he's even fully upright.
It's nothing to pull him though the halls, past crew and venue staff. Dew bitches when he stumbles, trips over his boots, but Aeon pays it no mind. He's too busy shoving his way into the green room. Too busy flinging Dew against the wall. Too busy bullying him into the corner as he rips his mask off, snarling behind his face covering while the little ghoul stares through his lenses.
Dew definitely smiles this time. His tongue pokes though his balaclava as he licks his lips, and Aeon's eyes dart after it.
"Did you need something?" Dew tries to taunt, but it's just breathless enough to raise the hairs on the back of Aeon's neck.
"Give it to me," he orders, low and demanding, and the little ghoul's head thuds back against the wall. Dew can't hide the way his chest heaves or the way his shoulders slump.
"Why don't you make me?"
Oh, Aeon is going to bite.
He grips Dew's wrist with a snarl, long fingers digging into the soaked fabric of his compression shirt when he yanks it up. Dew gasps at the force, but Aeon pays him no mind. Too focused on the tiny red line just below the first knuckle of Dew's little finger.
"It's not bleeding," he complains, dragging his nose along the outside of Dew's hand. His tongue follows it, and Aeon's mouth is flooded with salt and the metallic tang of guitar strings. Dew shivers.
"It was just a scratch," he says with a shrug, trying for casual and landing on shaky. "Guess you missed out."
Aeon smiles.
"I can fix that."
In a flash his fangs appear, and before Dew can so much as blink Aeon's dragging one along that cut. Deeper than his string had sliced. Deep enough to make the little ghoul hiss.
Deep enough to pour ruby red ecstacy into Aeon's waiting mouth.
Dew swears under his breath when Aeon laves a hungry tongue over the wound. Sweat and blood mingle on his tastebuds, a singular, intoxicating combination that has his stomach aching and his cock filling out against his zipper. It tastes so much sweeter than he'd imagined, and it's impossible not to take all of Dew's finger in his mouth and suck.
Dew groans, grabbing a fistful of Aeon's vest. Aeon stares him down while he indulges, violet boring into molten orange. Dew's eyes are so wide behind his mask, but he winces when Aeon licks at the cut he caused. It's the smallest reaction, blink and you'd miss it, but Aeon catches every moment.
All too soon the bloodflow stops, and Aeon pulls Dew's finger from his mouth with a wet pop. A string of red-tinged saliva connects it to his tongue, and he can see the way Dew hones on it.
"Tasty," Aeon coos, kissing the tip of Dew's pinky. He trails warm lips down the little ghoul's quivering hand, nipping at pronounced veins along the way. He licks at the inside of Dew's wrist, teases thin skin with sharp fangs. "Think I could drink you dry, firecracker."
“Don’t touch,” Rain snaps, slapping Mountain’s wandering fingers away from the blindfold over his eyes. “Are you even listening?”
Unobscured by the blindfold, Mountain’s brows furrow, and he lets out a shaky exhale. He nods jerkily.
Rain’s fingers tighten on his neck. “I didn’t gag you, did I? Use your words.”
Mountain whines, fingers curling into the sheets, but manages to mumble, “I’m listening.”
“Then act like it.” Rain rocks forward again, braced on Mountain’s chest to keep himself steady. Mountain’s hands creep up his thighs, probably unconsciously, and Rain slaps them away again. “Don't touch. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
It’s worse, he knows, that Mountain is so wonderfully tactile. How terrible of him to deny Mountain the one thing he wants. He pinches Mountain’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twists cruelly. Mountain arches into his touch with a gasp.
“Slow down,” Mountain pleads. “Rain, please. I’m gonna cum if you don’t slow down.”
Rain tilts his head, even though Mountain can’t see it. “So? You’re gonna cum anyway.”
Mountain’s mouth twists into the saddest little pout. “I don’t wanna cum yet.”
“Why not?”
“Because I—Rain, Rain, nonono wait—” and Rain relinquishes the hold he’s got on Mountain’s neck, “—because if I cum I—I won’t be able to give you what you want.”
Which is to say he’ll go soft, and using him like a dildo will be a real hassle, but Rain’s not stupid. It’s never actually been a problem before. He knows what he’s doing, and Mountain does too.
“You’re not giving me what I want.” Rain clenches down as hard as he can, relishing in the anguished groan he gets in return. “I’m taking it.”
And he does.
Mountain cums, lips parted in a silent moan, hands flexing as not to rip the nice sheets. His cock kicks deep inside Rain, hot spurts filling him to the brim, seeping out of him, dripping down the inside of his legs.
Rain sinks down all the way, groaning at how full Mountain’s cock makes him feel, how huge he is, and the wet squelch of his thighs has his eyes rolling back in his head.
“Yeah, yeah,” he moans, bouncing a little, trying to nudge Mountain’s still-hard cock against his sweet spot. It’s difficult without Mountain’s hands on his hips to help him along, but he makes it work. Certainly worth it, seeing the misery etched so cleanly into Mountain’s half-covered face.
“Please,” Mountain gasps. “I can’t anymore. It hurts, Rain.”
Rain laughs, breathless and carefree. “Not my problem. Your fault for cumming. Should’ve held it in.”
He grinds lazily for a few more moments, tugging at his cock, entranced by Mountain’s distressed little whimpers. Taking his pleasure like that, the angle perfect for him. No rush, now that Mountain’s done.
Until he feels Mountain starting to go soft inside him.
“For fuck’s sake,” he snarls. “Are you kidding me?”
Mountain lets out a heartbroken little sound, and Rain nearly caves. “I’m sorry. I can’t help it.”
Which is true, and Rain knows because he’s been on the receiving end many times before, but he rolls his eyes anyway.
“Whatever,” he says, as flippantly as he can. Thank Satan he’s a water ghoul. He presses his palm to Mountain’s abdomen, searching, concentrating, until he finds the thread of water that’ll give him what he wants. With a flick of his fingers, he yanks on the thread and doesn’t let go, and Mountain immediately starts filling out inside him again.
Mountain’s back bows off the bed. “Oh, no, no no no—”
“Shut up,” Rain snaps, really pissed now. “Let me use you.” What a waste of energy, having to use his magick to help Mountain out. How selfless of him. “Can’t do anything right, can you? Can’t even use you as a fucktoy. Useless.”
Mountain keeps bucking his hips, like he’s trying to throw Rain off, and Rain isn’t having any of it. He slaps Mountain across the face, backhands him the other way. The blindfold shifts with his carelessness, and Mountain—bless him—scrambles to pull it back down.
“It really hurts,” Mountain says sadly. “Please, I can’t—I can’t take it.”
“You can,” Rain says, emphatic. “You’re taking it now, see? Look, you’re taking it.” He punctuates it with another nice, slow grind, rubbing his cock into Mountain’s twitching stomach.
“I can’t,” Mountain gasps. The blindfold is dark where his tears have soaked through the fabric. He paws blindly in Rain’s general direction, only succeeding at weakly smacking Rain’s hip.
“That’s one more,” Rain says coolly. One more time he gets to cum on Mountain’s poor, abused cock. “Touch me again. Do it. I’ll add another.”
Mountain wails. Lucifer, Swiss can probably hear him from next door. Rain should really be more considerate.
“I didn’t mean to,” Mountain pleads. “I’m sorry, Rainy, I didn’t mean to.” He paws at Rain again, not realising his mistake.
“That’s three,” Rain declares, and Mountain sobs. “Better start counting. I’m not stopping until you’re dry.”
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