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it’s no secret that rain is gorgeous, terribly angelic considering he’s hellspawn. he knows it, everybody knows it but swiss really knows it as rain sits in his lap, straddling him, his thighs pressing into swiss’ waist. rain’s wearing one of his shirts, slightly oversized on his smaller frame causing the hem to brush over his thighs, just below where his boxers end 

the neckline falls to one side, leaving rain’s gills exposed, ready to be kissed and bitten and swiss cannot wait. rain tilts his head to the side, his gills fluttering gently as they open. his dark curls fall in front of his eyes with gravity as he looks down at the joint between his fingers 

“if you want to do this, i’m going to need a lighter,” rain hums, his eyes flickering up to look at swiss through his long lashes. a smirk pulls at rain’s lips as he catches swiss in one of his favorite acts, staring at him, “or, are you just going to keep staring?”

swiss blinks at rain as he leans in, his hand reaching up to hold swiss’ jaw. he gets close, brushes his lips right over swiss’, a threat of a kiss is all it is as he pulls back when swiss tilts his chin up, trying to chase rain as he leaves but rain holds his jaw a little tighter, “lighter,” he quips, holding his free hand out in the space between them

with an over exaggerated huff, swiss leans to the side, his hand braced on rain’s hip to stop him sliding straight off of his lap. his free hand reaches for his lighter, swiping it from the top of his nightstand, “here,” he continues to huff with a playful roll of his eyes as he drops the lighter into rain’s hand 

rain hums and swoops in for a kiss, the one he stole from swiss a moment ago, “thank you,” he mumbles against swiss’ lips before sitting back on the multi ghoul’s thighs. swiss straightens, leans back against his headboard and rolls his hips up, trying to get comfortable, “careful,”

as swiss moves, rain bounces lightly in his lap, his ass grinding over swiss’ semi hard cock, which had chubbed up the second rain had sat down on top of him. rain is in no better condition though, his stiff cock tenting in his boxers. neither of them are in any particular rush to do anything about it though

“sorry,” swiss chuckles, not at all sorry as his cock jerks against the swell of rain’s ass. rain knows he’s not sorry, his head shaking a bit as he looks down to his hands, one holding the joint and the other flicking the lighter, there’s a quiet metallic grinding sound as he does it, “light it,”

the water ghoul doesn't very much like being told what to do, so, he rises up onto his knees and then drops his weight back down onto swiss, making the ghoul under him huff out a small, oof, his breath punching out of his lungs but rain grins unapologetically and swiss can’t find it in himself to be mad 

between them, an orange flame burns as rain flicks the lighter to life. the joint hangs from his lips, waggling slightly as he brings the flame closer to scorch the end of the paper. he rolls the joint over the flame, evenly burning the tip all the way around before pulling it away from his lips and tucking it between his fingers 

“ready to see it?” rain asks slowly, tilting his head from one side to the other, a silly display of showing off his gills, as close to a mating dance as he can get. the three little slits on either side of his neck flutter as he breathes, partially hidden by paper thin skin that stretches taut as his head rolls 

swiss’ hand slides up rain’s body, fingers dancing the line of his collarbone and the further upwards, loosely wrapping around the bottom of his neck,  “go on,” swiss whispers, tapping his fingertips over his gills gently. he watches in anticipation as rain brings the joint back to his lips and starts to inhale 

and then, it happens. as rain sucks in his breath, taking the smoke back into his throat and lungs, the smoke starts to spiral gently out between his gills. milky tendrils of smoke curl around swiss’ fingers where they hover mere centimetres away from rain’s skin 

“unholy shit,” swiss whispers, his eyes flickering from rain’s neck, to his face and then back again. he’s never seen anything like it and he needs to see it again, “do it again,”

“c’mere then,” rain whispers back, leaning into swiss until their chests are pressed together. his free hand slides into swiss’ hair, fingers twisting and pulling, guiding swiss head to his neck, “suck,”

swiss makes a little choked sound and his cock fills out fully underneath rain, just the thought of it all getting him hot and bothered, “you’re sure?” he asks

rain hums an, uh huh, his hand holding swiss close to his neck and his other bringing the joint to his lips once more. he inhales, just as he did before and swiss waits 

when the smoke starts to pour out from his gills, rain pulls swiss in, his head tipping back as swiss attaches his lips to his neck, open mouthed and slotting over as much of rain’s gills as he can before he sucks, hard

“fuck,” rain sighs, smoke billowing out of his mouth as he talks. between the smoke trickling out and swiss’ soft lips against his neck, it tickles, in the best way possible. it’s a feeling rain isn’t sure he could ever describe to someone, all he knows is, it feels good 

eventually swiss pulls away from rain’s neck, slumping back against the headboard of his bed. he smiles, all fang, and then blows smoke over rain’s face, watching as the water ghouls eyes flutter shut, his lashes tickling his cheeks 

“like that?” swiss asks, a little breathless. something flickers in his eyes, lust, rain thinks and he would be absolutely right. swiss is looking at him like he’s the only being to ever exist, placed purposely in swiss’ life just for this 

rain leans, taps ash into the little plate on swiss’ nightstand, “exactly like that, feels s’good,” rain mumbles, scratching his blunt nails against swiss’ scalp, “again, please,”

at risk of whining, rain doesn’t ask further. instead, he rolls his hips, slow and languid, lazy in it’s purpose. his ass grinds just right over swiss’ erection, the soft swell of his ass cushioning around swiss 

swiss moans, one of his hands settling on rain’s waist, his thumb rubbing over the front of rain’s hipbone, all the way down over his boxers, conveniently avoiding rain’s cock, even though it twitches with excitement when he gets close 

before rain can continue to smoke, swiss leans in and licks slowly over one side of his neck, tongue dragging over sensitive skin. rain gasps, his breath hitching in his throat as warm wetness coats his skin. the tip of swiss’ tongue glides over his gills, barely dipping underneath the surface but rain moans like he’s done something filthy anyway

“smoke, before it burns out,” swiss hums against his neck, pulling away just enough to swap to the other side. rain nods, almost in time with the beating ache in his cock, while bringing the joint back to his lips 

and so, rain smokes. with each inhale, swiss follows a second later, pulling smoke from between his gills before it can travel to his lungs. in the silence of swiss’ room, rain starts to pant, shallow breaths as he takes a short break from smoking

“swiss,” he whimpers, tapping ash away before it can fall onto swiss’ stomach. the multi ghoul hums and then gets curious. smoke fills his cheeks and instead of letting it mix with the already foggy room, he leans back in 

his lips part gently and then, he blows, pushes the smoke he’s just extracted from rain’s body, right back in. rain chokes, his chest heaves and his fingers sink into swiss’ biceps, trying his best not to burn him with the joint 

“fuh-fuck,” rain grits his teeth, smoke spills from his mouth and his hips stutter, an uneven movement over swiss’ lap that makes both ghouls groan, “please, fuck, please do it again,” 

“entertain me first,” swiss lulls, his body sagging backwards just slightly. slowly, his fingers trail down rain’s jaw until they’re at his chin, fingertips pulling his bottom lip down “open, pretty boy, get them nice and wet for me,”

rain’s jaw drops, his tongue lolling out of his mouth at swiss’ request, never one to deny another ghoul anything. swiss slips his fingers in and then presses down on rain’s tongue, dragging over his tastebuds 

swiss watches rain close his mouth around his fingers, feels rain’s tongue swirling around, figures of eight around the two digits in his mouth. and then painfully slowly, rain slides down, past swiss’ knuckles until he’s gagging, though he will blame that on his mouth being dry

slipping his fingers free of rain’s wet, hot mouth, swiss starts to drag them across his cheeks, inching closer to his neck whilst leaving glistening trails of spit across his skin. carefully his fingers slide over rain’s gills, teasing and threatening to slip beneath the surface 

“do it,” rain whispers, swallowing thickly. he brings the half smoked joint to his lips and that starts a domino effect of things. he inhales, pulling smoke into his throat and as he does, swiss doubles down.

on one side of rain’s neck, he sucks, shotgunning smoke that makes his head fuzzy in all the right ways. on the other side his spit soaked fingers press under the slit in the centre. it’s gentle, tentative, swiss just allowing rain to make room for him and he does, his body submits immediately. swiss’ fingertips dip under the thin skin and into his gills, the slits widening to accommodate him. 

“oh,” rain whines pathetically, his cock spits a steady stream of pre into his boxers, soaking a large wet patch into the front of the fabric, “oh, swiss,” the marijuana swims through his system nicely now, his body feels heavy, leaning further and further against swiss as the drug continues to take it’s hold over him 

the haze is also spreading through swiss now too, so, he takes the joint from rain’s between fingers and presses it between his own lips. swiss inhales hard, fills his cheeks and throat with smoke and then drops the rest of the joint into the ashtray 

swiss is everywhere, all around rain, drowning him, which is ironic since rain can’t drown but right now, it feels like a very real possibility. swiss leans in close and parts his lips over rain’s gills, blowing smoke while his free hand starts to travel down rain’s body. he suddenly feels like doing something about the problem they’re having 

“ah!,” rain cries, tilting his head back to let the smoke being blown through his gills, out. it spirals up and out between his lips. his fingers thread into the back of swiss’ hair and hold him there

rolling his hips, rain starts to grind, desperate little humps of his hips over swiss’ cock. his own cock wags between his thighs, so hard he’s pulling his boxers away from his skin but that, thankfully, gives swiss an easy way in. his warm fingers tease at rain’s wet tip, swirling over his slit until his fingers are sticky

“fuck, you’re so hot, letting me do this to you,” swiss moans, unlatching from rain’s neck for all of a second. his fingers slip out of his gills and then back in, there’s a slick wet squelch as he does it, a sick little display 

“yeah?” rain whines high, his words slipping off into just a sound as swiss, finally, wraps a hand around his cock. swiss slides his fist up and down, lazy and slow, letting rain roll his hips and fuck through his fist as he pleases 

underneath rain’s ass, swiss’ cock jerks and throbs, rain can feel it through the two layers of clothing separating them and swiss, poor swiss, doesn’t have a hand to spare, one at rain’s neck, the other around his cock. so, it’s only right that rain helps him out 

he pushes up onto his knees, just enough to slide one of his own hands underneath him, cupping his palm right over the tent swiss’ cock is making in his pants and then, he sits back down and the response it elicits, is exactly what rain was looking for 

swiss moans loudly, no shame in the way his lips part and the sound he makes bleeds through rain’s gills, vibrating through rain’s throat the same way it does his. his hips buck up, grinding the sticky head of his cock up into rain’s hand. neither of them will last long, too high to even consider holding out as they hump and grind, using each other for all they're worth.

rain’s head starts to feel heavy, his neck not strong enough to keep it from wobbling. he sways left, coaxes swiss’ fingers further past his gills which makes him yelp, his eyes pinching shut as bliss spreads through his body. then, he sways right, presses his neck further into swiss’ mouth and multi ghoul takes his chance. 

the tip of swiss’ tongue flicks at one of rain’s gills and then without hesitation, slips just underneath the thin sensitive skin, “o-oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” rain whines, his hips speeding up, the slick sound that happens when his cock slides through swiss’ fist speeds up too

“that’s the plan, c’mon, give it to me,” swiss huffs, tilting his head to graze his fangs over rain’s neck, nibbling and worrying thin skin between them as he works his way down and then back up.  

rain makes a little, ah, ah, ah, sound as everything starts to feel sensitive. the head of cock squeezing through swiss’ fist, sensitive. his gills, whether they’re being fingered open or licked and nibbled, feel sensitive but all on the right side, all of it making his cock pulse, “it’s gonna, i’m gon-, fuck,” rain rambles, tears springing to his eyes “gonna cum,”

swiss smirks, rain feels it against his neck and then he starts to buck up and as rain gently squeezes at his cock, on purpose or because his entire body stiffens as he cums, swiss can’t decide but it forces his orgasm out of him regardless 

“oh fuck,” is the only warning swiss can get out before his cock jerks, shooting his load over the inside of his pants, dripping through the fabric and soaking rain’s palm just as rain’s cock pulses and follows, cum dribbling and erupting from his tip, running in thick steady drips down his length and over swiss’ fist 

a hiss escapes rain when everything becomes too much, prompting swiss to pull away. his fingers and tongue gently slip free from rain, leaving the water ghoul feeling empty, he places a wet kiss at the front of rain’s throat before he slumps though, properly laying back against his headboard while rain pants, a stray tear dripping from his cheek

“we’re so doing that again,” rain mumbles eventually, leaning over to grab at the solitary water bottle on swiss’ nightstand. his mouth and throat are beyond dry, feeling scratchy as he tries to swallow. he sips slowly, half lidded eyes raking over swiss, who smiles lazily at him

“yeah, we are,” he finally agrees with a breathy chuckle. rain smiles when he finishes drinking and then leans forward gently, reaching up to tilt swiss’ chin back enough for him to pour water into his mouth, “right now?” swiss teases after he swallows, waggling his eyebrows at rain, fingers pinching at his waist 

“fuck off,”

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it’s a pre ritual, ritual, of sorts. papa talks, awkwardly albeit, doing his best to be a hype man while the ghouls sit and listen, occasionally nodding their heads to show that they’re listening to their leader. swiss is listening, his head is tilted down though, his fingers busying themselves with rolling up his uniform shirt sleeves as he leans on an empty equipment box 

if swiss wasn’t listening he might’ve noticed dewdrop squirming across from him, the smaller ghoul perched on the edge of an identical box. if swiss wasn’t so busy with his sleeves he also would’ve noticed dew sliding his palm over the very noticeable tent in his uniform trousers, but, swiss is busy so he’s not paying any attention to dewdrop, much to the fire ghouls disappointment 

“so, uh, just go out there and do your best, yes?” papa finishes his speech, raising one of his eyebrows and giving the ghouls a thumbs up, effectively dismissing them. a quiet murmur passes over the group, ghouls standing and stretching their legs out, ready to make their way to the stage 

swiss goes to follow, tilting his head from one side to the other before stepping away from the box to fall in with the single file line of ghouls following papa. he would be the penultimate ghoul, leaving dewdrop to bring up the rear but the fire ghoul has a rather pressing issue that just won’t, can’t, wait until after the show

dewdrop loops his thin fingers around swiss’ wrist and tugs hard, forcefully turning the larger ghoul towards him, “swiss,” he hisses quietly, peeking around swiss to make sure everyone is still walking away from them, out of earshot, “help,”

“help with what?” swiss hisses back, bending ever so slightly to hover over dew. their very obvious size difference is suddenly even more noticeable. sharp golden eyes burn into dew, forcing him to shrink away, his fingers dropping from around swiss’ wrist 

before dewdrop can answer verbally, his hips jerk forward, a clumsy movement that swiss notices. bright eyes travel downwards, terribly slowly and dew can’t help but shudder when swiss’ eyes widen as he watches dew’s clothed cock kick, a little damp patch starting to darken the fabric 

“you-”

both of their bodies jerk slightly when a voice echos around them, a reminder that they need to be on the stage in less than five minutes. immediately, the warning makes dew’s blood run cold, a sense of urgency and desperation flowing through his veins fast

“you’ll have to wait,” swiss whispers, straightening his body, his hands smoothing over his uniform. dew, however, doesn’t move. he stays planted in his spot, staring up at swiss helplessly but to his dismay, the multi ghoul just shrugs at him and turns to leave 

“no, i can’t,” dew physically winces at the tone in his voice, a high whine that they both know all too well, as he grabs at swiss, nimble fingers pinching at the fabric around his waist, “swiss, i-i can’t,” 

tears threaten to spill, an awful burn lingering in the back of dew’s throat as he pleads, begs, swiss to do something, anything to help him out. a timer in his head counts down, time rapidly fleeting as they stand still, swiss turned away and dew still pathetically pawing at him

“fucking lucifer,” swiss huffs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he turns back towards the smaller ghoul. he shoves at dew, walking him backwards until they’re mostly hidden between equipment trunks, “c’mon then,”

there’s nothing gentle about swiss’ movements as he shoves dew’s pants down around his thighs, freeing the fire ghouls cock and exposing it to the cold air around them causing dew to hiss, his little fists clenching at his sides 

swiss, unfortunately, doesn’t have time for foreplay. doesn’t have time to take in how dew’s cock is flushed a gorgeous deep shade of red, how thick pre leaks from his ruddy head or how dew stares up at him, his breathing slow and shallow with anticipation and maybe just a hint of excitement 

he also doesn’t have time to prep dew in any way, can’t get his cock all slick and wet so the slide of his fist is easy, or at least, bearable. so, as he wraps a cold hand around dew’s dry cock and starts to jerk, dew yelps

“hey wa-”

“shut up,” swiss hisses against dew’s ear, pressing right up against the side of the fire ghouls body until dew is trapped between him and a box, the metal edging on it biting into the back of dew’s thighs, “you wanted this,”

“but,” dew manages to get one single word out before swiss clamps a hand over his mouth. the fire ghoul gasps, as best he can, his body jerks and tears start to slip down his cheeks 

it’s all far too overwhelming. the tight dry slide of swiss’ hand over his sensitive skin, the time limit they’re on and the fact that anyone could wander back and catch them, makes dew sweat, his compression shirt feeling awfully constricting around his body 

“you asked for this,” swiss whispers, squeezing even tighter around the tip of dew’s weeping cock, his fingers starting to get slick and sticky as they slide against dew’s slit, “didn’t you?”

dew’s head tilts back, hot tears running down his face earnestly now, while he tries his best to nod his head. the rest of his body is rigid, too scared to move incase swiss turns around and leaves him there, dripping pre into a puddle on the floor

suddenly, the same voice from before shouts out again. this time though, the reminder is for three minutes, instead of five. dew’s eyes widen, his brows pulling at the center of his forehead. he tries to speak but it just comes out as a sad muffled sound against swiss’ hand 

his desperation must be felt by swiss though, the multi ghoul rolls his eyes and removes his hand from dew’s cock, ignoring the way dew growls quietly, to spit into his palm, “fucking hell dew,” he grunts, the stupidity of what he’s doing really starting to set in 

swiss’ hand returns to its place, wrapped tight around dew’s cock but his pace quickens tenfold. his fist flies over dew’s length, from root to tip with a sickening slide causing a pained, ah ah ah, to leave dew’s mouth, his hot breath fanning over swiss’ sweaty palm but swiss doesn’t relent

the underlying problem comes to the surface fast, hits dew like a runaway train, none of it feels good. the heat in his stomach doesn’t spread slowly, the coil doesn’t tighten gently. it all happens utterly too fast, dancing on the wrong side of pain but still, he needs it and that revelation makes him sob

fat tears stream down his face, wetting swiss’ hand at his mouth before dripping down onto his uniform. his lashes clump together and the saltiness starts to burn his cheeks, it all just feels wrong 

“sw-iss,” dew hiccups, his chest raising and falling in an uneven rhythm. his hand flies back, knuckles turning white as he grips onto the edge of the box he’s sat on. if his brain wasn’t melting out of his ears, he would be able to register the way the sharp metal digs painfully into the pads of his fingers 

a slick wet sound fills the space between them, swiss’ eyes flickering down just in time to see dew’s cock throb, a thick bead of pre bubbling from his slit and then his gaze returns, burning into the side of the fire ghouls head until dew’s cheeks heat further, flushing violently hot

“hurry up and fucking cum, we don’t have time,” swiss grits out between clenched teeth, his own composure starting to slip as panic sets in, they really don’t have time for this but they’re far past the point of no return now

but, swiss knows dew is close. the way dew’s eyelids droop, stuck between open and shut. the way his stomach is clenching underneath his uniform. the way his cock is pulsing in swiss’ palm. the way his hips are starting to buck, meeting swiss’ movements on every other jerk, are all very telling things that signal to dew’s end 

and then, not a moment too soon, dew wails, shouts ever so loudly that swiss mentally thanks lucifer himself for his hand muffling the noise. with a searing burn and little to no satisfaction, dew’s orgasm rattles through his lithe body 

his cock throbs pitifully as cum dribbles, almost miserably, from his slit. swiss lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, squeezing tight at dew’s tip until a thick stream of cum runs over his fingers

dew hisses as it all happens, a coil snapping horribly in his stomach. his eyes pinch shut, forcing hot tears to slip down his cheeks, dripping from his jaw to mix with the small puddle of cum between his boots 

swiss does his best to work the fire ghoul through it as fast as he can but someone starts counting down from sixty seconds and it forces his hands away from dew’s body slightly too soon 

“fuck swiss,” dew grizzles, letting swiss wipe at his eyes with one of his sleeves while dew tries to pull his pants back up, “ouch, s-shit,” he grimaces as he tucks his sensitive cock into his pants, the fabric feeling wholly too rough against his chafed skin

“think the word you’re looking for is thanks,” swiss points out, though it’s light, easy, nothing meant by it. dew glares at him anyway though, earning himself a grin from the multi ghoul, “let’s go,”

“fourty, thirty nine,..”

dew grumbles, wiping at the stream of tears that won’t seem to stop as he follows swiss on wobbly legs, “thanks,” he finally huffs, managing to match swiss’ speed, even though he has to take three times as many steps as his taller counterpart 

swiss doesn’t reply, his mouth busy cleaning and licking cum from his fingers as they draw closer to the rest of their pack, the tallest of the ghouls eyeing them suspiciously, “where were you two?” mountain asks, turning everyone’s attention to swiss and dew, the latter still crying softly to himself 

“nowhere,” swiss answers nonchalantly, his shoulders rolling as someone shoves his mask into his hands, dew getting his thrown to him. his answer may not satisfy anyone’s nosiness but there’s no time for more questions as they slip their masks on, finally ready 

“fifteen, fourteen..,”

a guitar is passed to dewdrop and then the ghouls step out onto the stage, hidden by fabric draped from the ceiling to the floor, “promise when the shows finished i’ll make you cum properly,” swiss mumbles to dew, sliding past him to go in separate directions

dew blinks through his mask, swallowing thickly underneath black fabric as he’s stuck watching swiss clambering up onto his little stage before winking down at him, “promise i’ll really make you cry,”

“ten, nine,..”

for the first time ever, dewdrop can’t wait for the show to be over and it hasn’t even begun yet 

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all swiss can do is watch in anticipation. he knows what phantom is going to do, swiss probably knows the smaller ghoul and his body better than he does and yet, all he can do is watch and wait 

phantom doesn’t appear to be in any great rush though, his body shifts, getting comfortable on his knees while his hand travels up and down the length of swiss’ cock. he moves slow, his fist far too loose to really do anything, a lazy drawn out handjob that swiss doesn’t really mind, he’s just waiting for what comes next. unfortunately, he’s just a little impatient. 

“show them to me,” swiss asks eventually, his voice low, scratchy and rough, the result of leaving his jaw hanging while he watched everything phantom was doing to him. phantom cocks an eyebrow, a tilt pulling his head to one side, “please,” swiss finishes, rolling his eyes 

“is it really that hard for you to say please?,” phantom asks with a whine. he drops his hand from swiss’ cock, ignoring the way the bigger ghoul grunts, to cross his arms over his chest and sit back on his calves

before swiss can reply, something witty and full of cheek no doubt, he hears one of his favourite sounds. in theory, it’s not a great sound, a little metallic clink, clink, clink, as phantom knocks his piercings against the back of his teeth, but, it excites swiss to no end 

over exaggerated and in true swiss fashion, swiss asks, “please,” long, gravelly and drawn out, bending slightly at the waist to hover right over phantom, “lemme see them,” and in true phantom fashion, he does, the thought of saying no to swiss never even crossing his mind once

he tilts his head back, giving it a little shake to clear his hair from hanging over his eyes, stares directly up at swiss and then, like something out of an adult film, he sticks his tongue out, exposing his piercings and swiss keens

“fuck bug,” swiss groans, reaching down to slide his fist over his cock just as a thick bead of pre bubbles from his tip. phantom blinks up at him, feigning innocence as he curls the tip of his tongue upwards, showing off the little spit shiny metal balls sat on either side of his tongue 

phantom doesn’t really know how he got his snake eyes piercing, it was just there when he got summoned, a bar pressed horizontally through the tip of his tongue, a little stud on either side and almost immediately, swiss had gone feral for it. so, phantom never took it out 

“lemme see yours,” phantom whispers, the metal in his mouth tapping against his fangs as he talks. he straightens his back and leans forward, sticking out his tongue just underneath the head of swiss’ cock to flick upwards against swiss’ piercing 

swiss shudders as the movement wiggles the piercing through his cock. he has one silver ball nestled in his slit and the other sat against the underside of his cock. swiss wasn’t summoned with his piercing, didn’t actually have any when he got topside but he’s ended up with more than he can count on his own fingers

he threads his fingers through phantom’s messy hair, gripping hard enough to keep the smaller quint still as he presses his cock down over phantom’s mouth. slowly, swiss traces phantom’s lips with his cock, running the bottom ball from side to side over soft, wet skin 

“fuck,” swiss breathes, dragging the word out while he watches pre dripping from his cock and over phantom’s mouth, mixing with the spit bubbling between his lips until it’s dripping slowly down his chin, “messy,”

phantom hums in agreement, the vibration rumbles down, and through, swiss’s cock violently, the action earns him a loud gasped moan from swiss. phantom flicks his tongue out quickly, licking up the mess he made, that’s dripping down swiss’ length to his heavy balls, until there’s no mess left

swiss pants unevenly, once again stuck watching as phantom teases him, his tongue swirling around and around the head of his cock and on every pass against the underneath, phantom wiggles his tongue over the metal

there’s not really any way for swiss to describe what it feels like, a metal bar through his tip being forcefully nudged from side to side should feel weird, painful even, but to swiss, it just feels good, too good. phantom could, and has, managed to make swiss squirt just from doing this but swiss isn’t going to allow him to do it this time, he has other plans 

“stick your fuckin’ tongue out,” he grunts, pulling his hips back to move his cock away from phantom’s mouth. a movement that’s supposed to urge phantom to do as he’s told quicker, definitely not solely because swiss will spill embarrassingly fast if phantom continues his teasing 

“say please,” phantom lilts playfully, licking slowly over his bottom lip so swiss can still see his piercing but doesn’t yet have any chance of touching it, so close, yet so far away

he’s not really sure what he was expecting to happen but swiss pulling his hair hard, yanking his head all the way back maybe wasn’t it, “please,” swiss growls, chest rumbling with the noise and just to drive his point home, he smacks the head of his cock against phantom’s parted lips 

in any other circumstance phantom would tease him further, tell him to say the whole sentence again, to ask him properly but swiss doesn’t appear to be in the mood for his teasing right now, so, phantom just lets his tongue loll out of his mouth 

“good boy,” swiss hisses, partly sarcastically, his head twitching to the side just barely as he says it. phantom nods though, no doubt in his pretty little head that he is in fact, a good boy. swiss won’t argue with him either, not yet anyway

phantom’s eyes flicker from swiss’ face, downwards. the multi ghouls hips stutter forwards, his cock rubbing just right over phantom’s tongue. a gentle stream of moans spills from swiss, his head tipping back slightly as he finds a rhythm 

except, he doesn’t fall into one. phantom goes a little cross eyed, trying to focus on swiss’ cock sliding over his tongue. uneven little humps of swiss’ hips barely create any movement, swiss’ tip staying right over the end of phantom’s tongue, right over his piercing 

“y-you know i ca-, fuh-fuck, feel it, right?” swiss stutters through a moan. he presses his cock down further onto phantom’s tongue and then, it clicks in phantom’s mind. swiss is rubbing right over the bar that runs horizontally through his tongue and oh, oh, no he didn’t know that 

it’s never even occurred to phantom that swiss can feel it, he can feel it when he accidentally bites his tongue but knowing others can feel it, that, opens up a whole new load of ways for phantom to tease 

“you can?” phantom asks, slurred and garbled by swiss’ cock still laying heavy on his tongue, but he’s not really looking for a reply. as swiss opens his mouth to answer, moan out that he can feel it, phantom moves quickly. 

phantom dips down and forwards slightly, pressing the tip of his tongue, where the bar is, right into the base of swiss’ cock before quickly dragging it upwards until the bar is catching underneath swiss’ fat head 

swiss howls, nothing intelligible, and the sound makes phantoms own hips jerk forwards, chasing any sort of stimulation he can get to his own stiff cock. his hand ghosts over the front of his pants, not enough to really give him any pleasure but enough to calm the ache 

“t-there, right fuckin’ there,” swiss grunts, gripping a handful of phantom’s hair, the burn against the smaller ghouls scalp should hurt, instead, it makes his cock leak profusely, soaking a large wet spot into the front of his pants 

as swiss rocks his hips, keeping the bar pushed right up under the head of his cock, phantom does his best to press his tongue up, pushing hard until the bar is biting against swiss’ sensitive skin

for a little while phantom just becomes a toy, simply there for swiss to use to get himself off while the multi ghoul pours copious amounts of pre and slick down his throat, coating the inside and making it feel thick and heavy 

spit and drool drip from phantom’s outstretched tongue, long strings of it snapping and splashing onto his thighs and the floor underneath him, a messy state of affairs all around it seems but phantom sits sweet through it all, just letting swiss take and take and take, until it’s suddenly not enough 

“suck,” he orders, pressing his hips forward until his cock is sliding past phantom’s lips and into his mouth, not giving the smaller ghoul a chance to ask him to say please but, phantom frowns and refuses to close his lips around his length until he does, “please,”

the second swiss hisses the word, phantom closes in around him, the warmth and wetness of his mouth enveloping around swiss so nicely, all he can do is groan, the sound vibrating off of the walls around them with how loud he does it 

phantom pulls back until just swiss’ tip is sat between his lips and as he looks up at swiss, all wide eyed and cute, he slowly traces his tongue over swiss’ slit and furthermore, the piercing ball sat against it 

the metal waggles from side to side as he does it, tasting entirely of swiss’ thick pre and phantom groans as it slips down his already coated throat. swiss groans in unison, the feeling of it all making his cock throb until his hips are shoving forwards accidentally 

as swiss’ cock pushes all the way into phantom’s mouth, phantom gags a little, the sudden bump to the back of his throat surprising him. his hands shoot to swiss’ thick thighs, blunt nails digging into solid muscles too hard, he’ll look for bruises later 

“sorry, f-fuck, sorry bug,” swiss pants but makes no attempt to withdraw his cock, the feeling of phantom’s throat tightening around the head of his cock, in a gag, makes his balls draw up

tears collect along phantom’s lash line, threatening to spill down his cheeks at any moment but he also doesn’t make any move to retreat. instead, he takes a second to breathe through his nose, nestled right against the soft thatch of hair at the base of swiss’ cock, and then starts to bob gently 

swiss’ piercing rubs against the back of his throat, the metal slightly colder than his cock, a stark contrast to everything phantom is feeling and somehow, someway, it feels right 

“lucifer, ‘m so close,” swiss grits out between clenched fangs, willing himself to look down at phantom and oh, he’s a sight to behold. fat tears slip down his face, his loose curls fall in front of his eyes and his cheeks are dusted red, he looks gorgeous, and completely ruined, in swiss’ opinion 

a soft whimper bubbles out of phantom’s throat, being stuck under swiss’ gaze forces that reaction out of him often and swiss loves it, loves knowing the effects he has on the smaller ghoul, “pretty little bug,” swiss purrs, warm and smooth like honey, phantom nearly chokes

so, he decides to get his own back. he pulls air into his lungs until they expand and burn and then pushes his tongue out between his bottom lip and the base of swiss’ cock 

he laves at the soft skin at the top of swiss’ sack and over the pulsing vein at the bottom of his cock all at once. swiss hisses as the metal through phantom's tongue drags over his skin, also slightly too cold, chilled from the cool air surrounding them 

there’s a wet, slick, garbled sound as phantom works his tongue, and piercing, against swiss, pushing the bar as far into swiss’ skin as he possibly can, all while trying his hardest not to choke from the intrusion in his throat 

“oh, oh, shi-fuck,” swiss rambles as his fingers twist further into phantom’s hair, holding him still and close, needing the smaller ghoul to make him spill, just like this, “s-so close,”

swiss’ entire cock twitches in phantom’s mouth, almost bouncing off of the inside of his hollowed cheeks. phantom hums, whimpers, swiss doesn’t really know but he knows phantom is urging him on, sending him hurtling towards his orgasm at a speed that feels very unnatural 

the breath in phantom’s lungs starts to run out all too fast. his eyes pinch shut, forcing fresh tears down his cheeks. his fingers dig deep into swiss’ thighs, though the multi ghoul barely feels the slight amount of pain, the euphoria coursing through his body outweighs all of it

phantom slips his tongue, a little too fast, from side to side, nestled right between swiss’ drawn up balls, bumping them from side to side and it should hurt, or ache at least, with how sensitive they are. but, it forces swiss over the edge before he even knew he was falling 

“oh, f-f-fuck,” swiss shouts, his thighs quivering underneath phantom’s hands. he tugs hard on phantom’s hair, dragging him all the way off of his length

as it turns out, phantom is a good boy. before he even tries to suck in a breath, fill his lungs with what they need, he sits back and sticks his tongue straight out. his eyes still stream with tears as swiss jerks himself off, once, twice and three times before his cock kicks and he spills 

thick beads of cum erupt from swiss’ tip, bubbling out around the metal ball in his slit. hot strings drip from his cock onto phantom’s tongue, pooling in the centre of it and while phantom does his best to keep all of it, wave after wave of cum splashes from swiss’ cock and some of it gets lost, slipping off of his tongue and down his bare chest 

“oh my-” swiss trails off into a deep growl when his cock stops spitting and phantom finally pulls his tongue into his mouth to swallow, swiss barely getting a glimpse of the piercings covered in his cum before he’s dragging phantom upwards, “s’fucking good,”

phantom whines as swiss backs him up against the wall behind him and no sooner has he gasped at his body hitting the solid foundation, swiss is kissing him. there’s nothing gentle or smooth about it though, just a harsh collision of fangs as swiss devours him 

desperately, phantom presses his tongue through his lips, to swipe quickly against swiss’, still coated with a thin, filthy, layer of swiss’ cum, making the multi ghoul groan into the kiss 

swiss shoves his hips forwards against phantom’s, pressing the quint’s painfully hard cock against his hip. phantom gasps and his head rolls back, bumping against the wall, “i’m hard, swiss, m’so hard,” he rambles, sniffling through his tears, “help,”

and well, swiss is about to shove his hand into phantom’s pants anyway, stroke his cock until he spills over his fist but before he does, “say please, bug,”

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it’s late into the night when dewdrop roughly types out a text to rain. she wants to play, is all it says but rain will know what he means by that and while he doesn’t really expect rain to be awake at three in the morning, he has to try, he’s desperate 

she has been keeping him awake for hours, writhing around frantically beneath the surface of his skin and forcing pools of slick to soak through his boxers. the problem dewdrop has is, she’s picky, fussy, won’t come out for him ninety nine percent of the time. she wants rain. 

within seconds his phone buzzes lightly against his pillow and something in dew’s stomach twists. checking his phone confirms what he already knows, rain is awake. sure, he’s only sent that thumbs up emoji dewdrop hates but now is not the time to lecture rain on how sarcastic one little emoji can look, he’s, she’s, desperate 

it’s not long before rain is slipping into dewdrop’s room, minutes if that, sending streaks of light from the hallway across the darkened room, “hey,” rain whispers as he locks the door behind him. he sounds desperate too, dewdrop notices, like he’s been waiting for this as well 

“c’mere,” dewdrop whines, one of his hands doing a silly grabby motion at the water ghoul while his other hand disappears down under the waistband of his boxers, his fingers slipping over his stiff clit which is bathed in slick

rain chuckles lightly as he, sort of, hops across the room, shoving his pyjama pants down his legs as he goes. he knows the drill, there’s no point in wasting time. once he’s only clad in his boxers, a pair that look suspiciously like dew’s, only then does he clamber onto the bed 

dewdrop’s thighs fall apart almost instantly, letting rain settle his body between them, “she being picky?” rain asks, still hushed and low given the early hour, as he presses kisses to dewdrop’s jaw. he doesn’t really have to ask though, he can already feel the damp spot on dew’s boxers through his own 

“uh huh,” dewdrop whines and sinks his fingers into the silky soft skin over rain’s hipbones, stretched tight and sensitive underneath the prick of dew’s claws, “make her come out,” he all but begs, too driven with need to care about how pathetic he sounds 

“yeah, okay,” rain sighs, hovering to brush his nose against dewdrop’s for a second before smushing their lips together and then, he starts to wiggle down the bed, peppering kisses over the fire ghouls ribcage as he goes, right over the scarred remnants of his gills 

before rain has even managed to get comfortable between dewdrop’s thighs, the fire ghoul is rolling his hips up and shoving his boxers down just enough for rain to pull them the rest of the way off, dropping them down the side of dew’s bed for him to find in the morning 

there’s a slick wet sound when dewdrop parts his thighs again, spreading his pussy inches away from rain’s face. he’s pretty, his dusky little cock peeks out between his folds and he’s completely drenched in his own slick

“can see her,” rain comments, eyes focused on the smooth patch of skin just under dew’s clit where, beneath the surface, his tentacle is wriggling, threatening to come out 

dew’s fingers thread through rain’s hair, “make her come out,” he repeats, punched out words leaving his mouth as he tries to tug rain closer to where he wants him but rain simply blows a stream of cold air over his cunt, “rain,” he whines with a shiver

ideally rain would take his time, coax her out slowly but neither her, or her owner, seem to be willing to wait any longer than they have to. the skin holding her back has thinned enough to prove dew has been trying to get her out for a while already and rain isn’t mean enough to make him wait 

“c’mon then,” rain whispers and leans in to kiss dewdrop’s clit, leaving his lips coated in slick, “c’mon pretty girl,” he whispers again, though his tone shifts, getting lower as he talks to her 

dewdrop’s tentacle writhes, pressing hard against the membrane standing between her and her favourite ghoul, who is not the one she belongs to. rain gently pets at where she’s hidden, biting on his bottom lip as he focuses 

“she knows,” dewdrop pants, the rest of his sentence failing to come out as his back arches a little under rain’s gentle touch, “she k-knows it’s you,” he tries again, whining high and reedy 

rain can’t help but smile, “she always does,” he sounds a little smug but he’s earned it, dewdrop can’t chew him out for it, “y’gonna come see me?” he asks, her, not dew 

there’s a moment of silence, both ghouls holding their breath in anticipation as dewdrop’s body finally seems to give way, the tiniest little slit starting to spread, “s-she’s, fuck, she’s coming,” dew cries, his fingers tightening in rain’s hair 

“i kn- oh,” rain gasps, his body jerking a bit as dewdrop’s tentacle forces her way out with a splash that drips over rain’s neck and chest, “there she is,” rain coos over the moan rumbling out of dewdrop 

she’s shorter than she once was, thinner too. the transition dewdrop went through took away most of what she was, slippery and pearlescent, covered in little suckers now reduced to scales that are reminiscent of burnt embers, dark on the surface with a glowing orange hidden underneath 

rain thinks she’s gorgeous, dewdrop would argue that she’s not but he never wins. she seeks rain out almost immediately, her few inches curling around his fingers in excitement, she’s missed him 

“feel better?” rain mumbles, to dew this time, though his attention is still on his cunt. gentle scales rub against his fingers and it sort of tickles, he can’t help but chuckle 

dewdrop sighs, content finally, “yeah, c’mere,” he huffs, pulling on rain’s hair to try and get him back up the bed. rain grunts but goes, leaving his hand between dewdrop’s thighs as he flops down on his side next to the fire ghoul

subconsciously, rain’s thighs press together, no subtlety in his obvious arousal for the situation in front of him and the way dewdrop is grinding his hips to push his cunt further against his hand really isn’t helping 

“yours comin’ out to play?” dewdrop asks him through a soft pant, his head rolling to the side on his pillow to look at rain through long lashes, “she wants them,”

rain gives a short nod and retracts his hand from between dew’s thighs, ignoring the whine that catches in the back of dewdrop’s throat so he can undress himself the rest of the way, his boxers joining dew’s on the floor 

“both of them?” rain asks and dew’s stomach swoops low as it’s his turn to nod. it’s not unheard of for water ghouls to have two tentacles but it is extremely rare. somehow it makes sense that rain is one of the ghouls who managed to get lucky 

it’s rarer that his tentacles are better behaved than most too, loyal to their owner and his needs, unlike dewdrop’s fussy little princess. so, as dew pulls one of rain’s thighs over his stomach, spreading rain open and exposing him, the twin set of tentacles in his body seem to get the message 

“fuh-ck, they’re right there,” dew moans as he snakes his fingers down between rain’s legs, tips pressing right under rain’s little clit where he can feel both tentacles waiting patiently, not writhing around frantically like his was 

rain pants a short, uh huh, as he reaches back down to dew’s pussy, still soaked and slicked up enough for rain to rub tantalisingly slow circles over his clit, aided by dew’s tentacle twisting around his fingers 

the speed in which rain’s body submits is almost annoying to dewdrop as he feels the telltale little slit starting to thin and form underneath his fingers, “they’re coming?” dewdrop half tells and half asks rain

“shi-, yeah,” rain whimpers and his eyes flutter shut. his fingers still over dewdrop as he takes a second to concentrate on the feeling, the desperate urge to suddenly have them out weighs on him as he bares down, until

the flood of slick that splashes over everything, always makes both ghouls jump. double the tentacles somehow means double the slick, so, as rain’s girls surge from his body, his thighs, dew’s hand, forearm and his bed, all get soaked in the process 

“fuck rainy,” dewdrop moans, they both do, as his drenched hand gets, gently, attacked by two sets of suckers, latching onto anything they can find, “pretty girls,” 

and they are, they’re both long, thick at their bases and thinner at their tips. they’re a pretty pearlescent colour that reflects pastel pinks and blues and both littered with suckers that can, and will, attach themselves to anything 

dewdrop wrangles them into his fist, sliding the length of them and back down, almost jerking them off and rain keens, his hips stuttering forwards to push his tentacles further through dew’s loose fist 

“come here,” rain chokes through a moan and paws at dewdrop, softly handling his body until dew’s back is pressed flat to rain’s chest, “let me, them, fuck you, please,” he huffs a hot breath over dew’s shoulder 

whatever swooped low in dew’s stomach earlier, does it again, the intensity of it has multiplied though, “yea- fuck, yeah let ‘em,” he groans, bumping his ass back towards rain, thighs spread and cunt exposed, willing and ready 

having two tentacles makes rain’s job too easy, they’re stacked one on top of the other, joined at the base inside of rain’s body. so, the one on top, closest to dewdrop worms it’s way forwards, slipping between the fire ghouls folds 

the one on the bottom, closest to rain’s drippy little hole, goes right there, curling itself downwards so the tip can circle around his entrance teasingly. they’re well behaved, not perfect 

rain’s hand slips along the back of dew’s thigh, holding it up just enough for his tentacle to explore, “o-oh fuck,” dewdrop grunts, his chin to his chest so he can watch his own tentacle excitedly twisting around rain’s, a filthy press of scales to suckers 

“y-yeah,” is all rain manages to reply, his jaw clenching and teeth pressing together because he can feel everything. the warmth and wetness of dew’s pussy, the harsh slip of scales against his tentacle and then his own cunt, his hole clenching around nothing as his tentacle continues to tease at it, never dipping past the surface 

neither ghoul really wants to take much more teasing but it’s dewdrop who moves first. his hand shoots down between his legs, fingers separating his tentacle from rain’s, “i need it, so bad, just fuck me,” he pants, guiding rain’s tentacle back to where his body is leaking copious amounts of slick

slowly, and at the same time, both of rain’s tentacles push in. one pressing into dew’s body and one into his own, both surrounded by wet, searing heat, “fuck, it’s tight,” rain groans, his head tipping back. whether he’s talking about him or dewdrop is unclear, they’re both tight 

his tentacles seem to hear him and though he has little, to no, control over them, they both seem to get thicker, stretching both ghouls out nicely as they venture deeper, their suckers clinging to all the soft spots neither of them can reach on their own 

“you’re s’big,” dewdrop moans wantonly, his head tipping back onto rain’s chest. he stares up at the water ghoul, who’s panting and squeezing hard at his thigh, “kiss me,”

normally, dewdrop wouldn’t ask for anything, he’d just take but he’s already too far gone to make the effort. he just pouts and tips his chin up, hoping that rain takes the hint 

and he does. rain grunts through gritted teeth as his tentacle buried deep inside of dewdrop presses deeper, right up against the fire ghouls cervix, “could slip right in, you know,” rain murmurs as he presses his lips to dew’s, silencing the whimper he was half way through

it’s a messy kiss, their lips barely touching before they part and rain’s tongue is pressing against dew’s. rain’s hand leaves dew’s thigh, sliding up his body to wrap around his neck, not really squeezing, just holding him still so rain can take, and take, and take 

dewdrop’s hand shoots down his own body at the same time, his fingers slipping over his little dick quickly and in turn, he clenches down, tighter around rain, making the water ghoul moan into his mouth 

“m’not gonna last long,” rain manages to huff between kisses. it’s not exactly a secret, neither of them ever last very long once their tentacles come out to play, dewdrop usually tips over the edge faster than he does though 

rain’s tentacle, the one buried to the hilt inside of himself, mirrors the one inside of dew as they both start to pull out, to the tips, only to fuck straight back into the holes they’re preoccupied with, “shit, me neither,” dew finally whimpers when rain pulls away to moan

both of their stomachs wind tight as slick wet sounds fill the darkened room. every movement of rain’s tentacle drawing more slick from both of their cunts until they’re dripping wet, soaking large spots into dew’s sheets

a particularly harsh press of the tip of rain’s tentacle to the soft little spot inside of him, makes dewdrop frantic, his need to cum rushing to the forefront of his mind, “rain-y, make me cum, please, make me cum on her,” he rambles as his body writhes in rain’s grasp 

the sudden desperation does everything for rain, his own stomach twisting as heat licks at his nerve endings, “f-fuck, yeah, okay, m’trying,” he grunts, willing his tentacles to do all the work for him as he shoves his hips forwards against dew 

they’re reduced to soft pants, soft ah, ah, ah’s, as rain’s girls do their job. they continue to mirror each other, speeding up and curling deep inside of each ghoul, forcing their suckers to softly pinch and pull at too sensitive skin 

dewdrop starts to fuck back onto rain, jerked movements of his hips that make rain grunt, his head hanging to watch dew moving over his tentacle, “she’s getting fatter,” dewdrop points out, only knowing that’s the case as his cunt is stretched wider 

he’s not wrong though, both of them have doubled in thickness, alerting both ghouls to rain’s impending orgasm, if the stream of moans flowing from his mouth weren’t enough for that

“shush, i’m trying to wait, for you,” rain whimpers, tensing his stomach tight to try and hold it off. his hand slides over dewdrop’s hip, his fingers joining dew’s at his fat little clit, both of them rubbing and circling over the sensitive skin 

rain’s thumb rubs at the scales on the underside of dewdrop’s tentacle and that seems to do it. the fire ghouls pussy flutters around rain at an alarming speed, “gon-, oh shi-, she’s gonna make me cum,” dewdrop whines and starts to nod, his wet fingers intertwining with rain’s 

“cum, now, with me, droplet,” rain cries as his orgasm starts to pull through his body, both of his tentacles almost splashing in and out of them both with how wet they are and within seconds, dewdrop follows suit 

they cry out, loud enough to wake up everyone in the abbey as rain’s tentacles pulse inside of their clenched cunts, flooding both of them with thick warm slick until they’re spent and falling limp, almost slipping from their bodies 

dewdrop’s tentacle pulses feebly, a thick string of slick dripping from her, over both ghoul’s hands and onto the sheets, joining the already large puddle that’s formed under both of their bodies 

“m’tired,” dewdrop mumbles once the post orgasm haze has settled heavy in his mind. his body goes lax, his weight pressing back into rain, who rolls them onto their backs

“fuck dew,” rain chuckles, brushing his soaked thumb over dew’s knuckles. he brings them up to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to each one, ignoring the slick that covers his lips once more, “gotta change the sheets,” he cringes as cold wet fabric sticks to his skin 

before either of them can move though, they gasp “oh,” and shudder as rain’s tentacles slip free, retreating partially back into their owners body

finally, dewdrop rolls to face rain, a lazy, sleepy, smile on his face as he leans in to press an open mouthed kiss to the centre of rain’s throat, “or, we can sleep in your bed and change the sheets later,” he murmurs 

rain chuckles, “yeah, okay but you’re paying me back” he grunts as he tries to move, the sensitivity between his thighs making him hiss slightly 

“pay you back? pay them back,” dewdrop frowns playfully as he gestures to rain’s tentacles, “they did all the work, they’re good girls,”

dewdrop just smirks as rain shivers at his words, his mind swimming with possibilities to pay his favourite girls back for their hard work

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“get on your fucking knees, now,” 

dewdrop has never been one to ask for what he wants, especially not when it comes to the newest ghoul in the pack. instead, he favours shoving and hissing until phantom finally relents and drops to his knees in front of him with a sickening thud 

the quintessence ghoul is a sight for sore eyes. he blinks up at dewdrop with wide eyes, a devastating redness tints his cheeks and mottles down his neck and the gentle whimper that tumbles past his soft, pink, lips when dewdrop stares down at him is downright filthy

“stick your tongue out,” dewdrop orders, not taking his eyes off of the other ghoul while he shoves his pants down his slender thighs, exposing his leaking cock to phantom

phantom parts his lips, ready to push his tongue out for the fire ghoul but his gaze flickers to dewdrop’s cock, hanging just mere inches from his mouth and his brain sidetracks, making him puff out a long ragged breath instead

in phantom’s, humble, opinion, dewdrop has the prettiest cock he’s ever seen. perfectly pink and velvet soft with thin veins roping around the length of him. the tip of his cock purples, right where pre beads at his slit and phantom’s mouth waters

he’s so close, he could just lean in and kitten lick at dewdrop’s slit until his lips are shiny and his tongue is coated with the fire ghoul’s slick but before he can, dewdrop’s cock pulses and forces out another little spurt of pre 

phantom’s tongue darts over his lips as he watches the drip of pre start to run, leaving a glistening trail in its wake. it races down the length of dewdrop’s cock and then straight over his tight little balls

the milky drip hangs from dewdrop’s soft skin as gravity takes its toll and stretches it into a thin, wet, string. phantom wants to swoop in then, lick it up and drag his tongue up the shiny line painted down the underside of dewdrop’s cock but as he starts to lean in, the string snaps 

his chin tips down to his chest, pinning itself there as he watches the liquid flood through the thin, textured, grooves over the toe of dewdrop’s leather uniform boot

“lick it up,” dewdrop rasps, his voice laced with lust. a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips over phantom’s reaction. his head snaps back, eyes wildly search over dewdrop’s face and confusion pulls at his eyebrows, knitting them over his forehead

“wha-”

dewdrop growls, cutting off phantom’s soft gasp, “i said,” he pauses, nudging phantom’s knee with the toe of his boot, “lick it up,” he huffs, punching out each word separately 

phantom audibly gulps before he starts to move, shifting himself until his ass and tail are presented in the air and his spine is arched enough for him to lean all the way down 

tentatively, his tongue slips out between his lips and drags slowly over the cold, wet, leather. he whines, high pitched and catching roughly in his throat as the taste of dewdrop’s slick starts to bloom over his taste buds

a satisfying tingle of arousal zaps down phantom’s spine and by the time it reaches the bottom, a flow of slick drips into his boxers. his thighs clench and pull together as best they can underneath him but he can’t do anything to stop his cunt leaking like a faucet 

dewdrop watches from above as the air in the room shifts to something hotter, something thicker. phantom’s scent changes into something intoxicating, overwhelming all of dewdrop’s senses until it settles heavily in the back of his throat like second hand smoke

“f-uck,” dewdrop hiccups around the sudden tightness in his throat. his knees threaten to buckle and his hand shoots out. his lithe fingers screw deep into phantom’s curls, “don’t, fuck, don’t swallow, keep your tongue out,”

he tugs phantom up, letting his eyes flicker over phantom’s face. the constellation of freckles over his cheeks stand out against his blushing skin and his lips have been rubbed red from the rough leather of his boot

phantom blinks up at dewdrop in anticipation of what he’s going to do with the little pool of pre in the center of his tongue. his weight shifts from side to side, nervous under dewdrop’s lustful gaze 

“your cunt dripping for me already?” dewdrop asks with a teasing undertone lacing through his words. phantom can’t look down to see but he guesses that there’s a wet patch starting to form on the front of his pants and dewdrop has spotted it 

dewdrop hums and traces his thumb over phantom’s top lip while the quintessence ghoul nods, opting out of trying to talk with his tongue out, not that he could have tried with dewdrop’s thumb starting to swirl through the slick on his tongue 

“messy,” dewdrop lilts and phantom whimpers like he was praised as dewdrop leans forwards, right up over him. and then, dewdrop spits, letting it drip down onto phantom’s tongue with a small wet smack 

phantom moans softly over it as one of dewdrop’s hands slides under his jaw, palm pressing to his chin and fingertips digging into his cheeks. his other hand wraps around the base of his cock and his hips roll forwards, crowding into phantom’s space

it’s teasing really. the way dewdrop hangs his cock right over phantom’s outstretched tongue, so close that phantom can practically taste him. his patience wears thin and lust takes control in record timing, he needs to taste dewdrop, more than he already can, right now 

“dew, ple-” phantom gets cut off with one, two, three loud wet slaps

dewdrop smacks the head of his cock into the pool of his own mess on phantom’s tongue, sending a splatter of slick and spit up the quintessence ghoul’s cheeks. after the third smack, dewdrop rests his cock on phantom’s tongue, letting him feel the slight heaviness of it

“you want it?” dewdrop asks, moving the fingers previously wrapped around his cock to the loose curls draping over phantom’s eyes. he brushes them back, letting them coil around his fingers as phantom nods, “tell me”

for half of a second, phantom frowns. wondering how he’s going to say anything with dewdrop’s cock laying on his tongue but that’s all part of the fun for dewdrop. he wants to hear phantom slurring his words, just to beg for his cock

“i, uh, oh,” phantom whimpers, feeling a drip of dewdrop’s pre slip down his throat, unintentionally spurring him on, “need you, f-fuck my mouth, please i wa-, need yo-”

dewdrop doesn’t have to be told twice. his hips shunt forwards roughly, pinning phantom between the wall and his thighs. the tip of his cock brushes against the back of phantom’s throat, and phantom gags, hot and wet and tight around him

“shit, your mouth,” the fire ghoul groans, curling his fingers further into phantom’s hair to hold him still. his hips start to piston, forwards and backwards, to and fro, falling into a brutal pace that pulls wet gargles and chokes from the other ghouls throat 

phantom can breathe, just barely. or at least that’s what he tells himself through the fog already starting to cloud his mind. something yells that the thin slithers of air that suck into his lungs when dewdrop pulls his hips back are just enough and that the burn forming in his lungs is absolutely nothing to worry about 

a myriad of noises start to fill the otherwise quiet room around them. there’s dewdrop tipping his head back to moan low and long mixing with the wet, sloppy, sounds of his cock fucking in and out of phantom’s mouth while he uses the quintessence ghoul for all that he’s worth 

for phantom, the pleasure of being used in such a crude way, like he’s a toy, outweighs the throbbing ache going forgotten about between his thighs. or, at least it does, until it doesn’t 

the dull ache eventually becomes too much for phantom to bare and before he can stop himself, his hand is drifting up his thigh. he gives a short roll of his hips and feels nothing but the searing heat of his clit grinding over the heel of his hand through his pants 

his hips start to jackrabbit, much like dewdrop’s. uneven jerking movements as they both prioritise their own needs, chase their own desires 

“do that- huh?” dewdrop pants after looking down at phantom, who’s eyes widen when he realises he’s been caught in the act, “no, nuh uh,” dewdrop tuts, stilling his hips and ignoring the ruined whimper phantom gives him

dewdrop presses his hand against the wall above phantom’s head and shifts his weight to one side. using the toe of his boot, the one phantom licked clean, he nudges phantom’s hand away from his cunt  

before phantom can make yet another desperate sound that’ll fall on deaf ears, dewdrop jams his boot between phantom’s thighs. the ridge of his laces press up against phantom’s clit, forcing a punched out gasp out of the quintessence ghoul 

“hump it,” dewdrop orders watching phantom blink his, stupid, puppy dog eyes up at him slowly, “go on, hump my boot like a fucking dog,” 

phantom swallows thickly, which is a struggle on its own with how his throat is coated with dewdrop’s pre, and then, he gives an experimental roll of his hips. 

“o-oh,” phantom shudders with a fire spreading low in his stomach. his eyes pinch shut as he focuses on the feeling of the laces bumping and rubbing over his core 

“good boy,” dewdrop groans, sliding his cock back into the warmth of phantom’s mouth. his hips roll forwards until phantom’s nose is buried in the dusting of hair at the base of his cock and his balls are pressed against phantom’s chin, “good fucking boy,”

phantom practically vibrates with the praise. so hard in fact that his hips stutter and ram his cunt further against dewdrop’s boot before falling back into a rough rhythm that dewdrop is setting with his cock 

if dewdrop thought that phantom was a sight for sore eyes before, he hasn’t quite got the words for what the quintessence ghoul looks like now. tears cling to his lashes and drip down his cheeks freely, his pupils are blown wide and his eyelids pull down, like they’re heavy

his pretty pink lips are plump and swollen, spit sore from the way he’s drooling over himself. strings of his own saliva hang from his chin and dewdrop’s cock, dripping and flicking over his shirt until it’s dark and damp around the neckline. phantom is a mess and dewdrop can’t get enough of it 

“look s’fucking good, s’gonna make me cum,” dewdrop grunts through gritted teeth and fists his hand back into phantom’s curls. he tugs just hard enough to tilt phantom’s head back slightly and then continues to plunge his cock in and out between phantom’s lips 

phantom gurgles around dewdrop’s cock as the new angle forces him a little higher up onto his knees. the next roll of his hips winds a coil tight in his stomach, the drag of dewdrop’s laces over his cunt is brutal

the tip of his hardened clit catches every single lace over dewdrop’s shin, jolting his spine completely straight. his muscles pull painfully tight and his nerve endings tingle, buzzing in every part of his body 

his eyes snap shut and his fingers sink into dewdrop’s bare thighs, blunt nails raking at pale skin until dewdrop hisses but neither ghoul cares, not when they’re both so close to their highs 

“c-uhm,” phantom chokes, doing his best to signal to dewdrop that he’s going to while he all but rides the fire ghoul’s boot and the laces down his shin 

“yeah, do it,” dewdrop pants, looking down to see how phantom clings to him, “make yourself cum humping my fucking boot,” he grits and in a final effort to make phantom cum before he does, he starts to bounce his leg

there’s a deep thud, the heel of dewdrop’s boot colliding with the floor. a choked, broken, wail from phantom as his body shakes with the final drag of his core over dewdrop’s shin and then, phantom goes brainless 

it’s unlike anything phantom has ever felt before. hot and white and ringing in his ears while his body dances the thin line right between pain and pleasure. it’s addictive in a way that’s going to keep him crawling back to dewdrop every time he needs to be used 

“s-shit, do that thing,” dewdrop rambles too soon, unable to give phantom a chance to ride out his high because he’s too close to care, “the thing with your tongue, tha- fuck yeah, that,” he gasps, releasing phantom’s hair from between his fingers

phantom whimpers and his hips jerk through the aftershock of his orgasm whilst he flicks the tip of his tongue lazily at that sensitive spot just underneath the head of dewdrop’s cock, where he knows dewdrop likes it

“fuck, yeahyeahyeah, make me cum,” dewdrop rasps. his cock kicks and then throbs, his balls tighten and draw upwards, all telltale signs that he’s on the edge, “s’comin’,” 

as it turns out, phantom is a good boy. his tongue lolls out of his mouth, decorated with several strings of spit and slick dangling from the tip, before dewdrop has to tell him to. and then, dewdrop paints him white 

dewdrop all but howls when his eyes pinch shut and stars burst behind his eyelids. his hand squeezes lightly around his cock, feeling himself throb whilst he spills hot and heavy all over phantom’s tongue 

but, with his eyes shut, dewdrop doesn’t see, nor feel, phantom’s hand move away from his thigh until he feels gentle fingers brushing against his balls. his cock kicks hard, accidentally sending a spurt of cum up phantom’s red cheek 

“don’t swallow,” dewdrop huffs lightly, shaking his head at the ghoul below him. he slides his fist down his cock, milking the last drops of cum into the pool on phantom’s outstretched tongue, “c’mere, messy,” he mumbles, dragging phantom upwards on shaky legs

phantom slumps back against the wall and dewdrop follows, slumping against him, neither ghoul able to fully hold their own weight. they end up, sort of, face to face and dewdrop’s eyes flicker from phantom’s own to his cheek

the dribble of cum starts to drip, though it doesn’t get far before dewdrop is leaning in and licking a fat stripe up phantom’s hot cheek, cleaning the surface of his skin before pulling back and focusing on the quintessence ghouls tongue

“my good fucking boy,” dewdrop sighs happily, just before he swoops in to kiss and lick his own cum and spit out of his new toy’s mouth.