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Aether flexes his hands where they’re held behind his back by leather cuffs. It's a motion out of neediness not discomfort. He wants nothing more than to touch but Aurora stands just out of reach from where he kneels.

Clad in nothing but a matching leather harness, she's a gorgeous sight. Pale skin on display, the straps frame her cute tits and drooling folds, and the thigh bands dig into the bit of chub there deliciously. Aether’s not quite sure where to look, gaze dancing everywhere before finally meeting her eyes.

She regards him with a giggle.

“You look so cute on your knees for me. Maybe I should make you stay like this for a while.”

Aether is polite enough not to complain out loud but inwardly he pines. He wishes she’d go ahead and give him what they both want already. He wants to touch her, taste her. Instead she steps away and behind him, depriving Aether of even the sight of her.

There's a rustle and the clink of metal and then her hands are cupping his face from behind.

“One more thing.”

She taps his chin to get him to tilt his head back and kisses his forehead. Then she loops the collar around his neck and fastens the buckle. Aether’s eyes droop closed and his shoulders relax as the fastening clinks against itself.

The collar isn’t at all uncomfortably tight; just snug enough to remind him it's there. To remind him to relax. Something about it makes his head feel floaty, especially when she tugs a little at the ring on the front.

After a moment, he senses her step back in front and when he opens his eyes again she’s smiling down at him warmly.

“Being such a good boy.” She coos it and it makes Aether shudder a little. Her voice dips so sultry when she wants it to. She pairs it with a hand petting at his horns and the gentle scratch of her claws feels delightful. He leans into it as subtly as he can; still determined to be good and sit still like she’d told him to.

Fortunately for him she finally gives him an inch amid all the teasing.

“Want to feel your tongue.” She tugs gently at a horn. “Go on.”

Finally her vulva is in reach and he darts his tongue out to taste her.

She’s already wet from making Aether watch her pleasure herself earlier and he’s met with the salty sweet taste of her slick. The first swipe of his tongue is brief, just getting started, but the next are unhurried and luxurious. He finds her clit quickly, equally pleasuring her and trying to convince her from backing away once more.

She doesn’t, instead moving closer and spreading her thighs to properly straddle his face. It gives Aether all the access he needs and he can’t help but purr, finally satisfied. The crackly sound makes her churr.

“That’s it. Keep going good boy.”

Oh he’s not coming up for air until she’s cumming on his tongue.

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Swiss surveys the line of toys on the nightstand. “Which one next?” He asks it out loud but it's a rhetorical question. Aether isn’t exactly in a place to properly respond.

He has Aether tied down to the bed with rope around his wrists and ankles. He’s not gagged, but he struggles to make any intelligent sounds anyway. Not that it matters; with Swiss he knows it's useless to whine and beg. He just shivers and pants as the vibrator tied to his thigh hums against his clit. It's enough to drive him wild but not enough to cum, especially when Swiss has been turning it on and off at random.

He’d asked Swiss for help getting out of his head and Swiss delivered happily. The multi ghoul has spent the last hour edging Aether to the brink of insanity with his hands, mouth, tail, and half the pack’s collection of toys. His tits are decorated in bite marks and his nipples puffy and red. His clit is swollen and past oversensitive. Even as overwhelmed tears finally begin to fall down his red cheeks, he’s loving every minute of it.

“Hmm, this one.” Swiss decides and reaches for the double ended dildo. He waggles it over Aether’s face and the quint groans and rolls his head to the side, eyes scrunched shut.

Swiss decides to get his attention by turning the vibrator off once more.

Aether makes a frankly adorable whimper and pries his lids open to look up at Swiss.

“You still with me? Color sweetheart.”

Aether nods and licks his dry lips. “Green.” As much as the rest of him trembles, he manages to get his voice to work long enough to check in.

“Then I want you to watch.”

Aether nods again and lifts his head enough to watch Swiss move the wand vibrator out of the way and line up the dildo in its place. It slides into his sloppy cunt easily; earlier Swiss had licked him out and added his spit to Aether’s drooling slick. He’s left his cunt alone since then though, which makes the sensation of finally being filled so much sweeter.

Aether hums softly at the drag of the silicon as Swiss seats it in place. Then the multi ghoul finally removes his boxers, his only remaining clothing, and straddles his end of the toy. He’s slick as well, worked up from all of Aether’s noises and the considerable amount of time they've been at this. He sinks down onto his side with no trouble. It pushes the toy deeper into Aether and the quint can’t help but drop his head back with a curse.

“I know Aeth. Gonna make you feel so good.”

Swiss starts to roll his hips in a way that moves the toy in both of them. Has it rubbing right where they both need it. Then when he finds his rhythm, he reaches for the remote.

Aether realizes what's about to happen but only in time to groan and brace himself. The vibrator whirrs to life and they both moan.

Swiss rocks his hips faster. He uses his tail to rub over Aether’s clit and gets a hand down to work his own.

“Come on big guy. Wanna see you come for me.”

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“Fuck, you feel so good.” Aether groans as he pulls Sunshine closer to really have her drape over him.

She hums something affirmative sounding as she rocks her hips against his, trying to get her cock as deep into his cunt as possible.

“Filling me so nicely.” He pets her back as she rests her forehead against his chest, panting.

Aether’s kept a string of praise and filth going in equal measure and Sunshine is close to drowning in it. He sounds all calm and collected while it's all she can do to keep pumping her hips in some semblance of rhythm and simultaneously fight to hold off from cumming too soon. Forget even trying to respond verbally.

When they got started, she promised to fill Aether as deep as she could with her cum. It's certainly a promise she wants to keep, but ideally after getting him to his own end first. Aether keeps talking though, and each purred word threatens to undo her.

“Can’t wait to take your kits.”

“Fuck!” She has to bite her own tongue to keep from busting right there. “Aeth you can’t just say that.” She whines.

He just grins.

“Why not? It's true. Gonna be so full with it.”

“I’m gonna cum!”

“Yeah baby. Cum right inside me.”

“Right-mmh-now though!”

“Yeah? Gonna get me all messy?” The words are accompanied by a smirk and a deliberate bearing down and Sunshine loses it.

“Shit shit-hah mmm…”

She rams her hips flush with Aether’s and empties her load inside as promised.

Aether growls in satisfaction.

“Perfect, Sunny. Feels so good.”

“Hhm, fucker.” She huffs.

“Isn’t that your job sweetheart?” He sounds so pleased with himself.

“Didn’t mean to come yet. Wanted to get you off first.” She pants, even as she snorts at his joke.

“Oh there's still time for that.” He cups the back of her head to pull her into a kiss. “You still gotta give me a few more loads. Really make sure I catch.”

Sunshine moans and her cock kicks, already trying to stiffen up once more.

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Dew stands with his back straight as a ruler and his tail flicking anxiously. He eyes the lingerie set on the bed, a pale blue baby doll with matching panties and stockings, like it's going to jump up and bite him.

“C’mere sweetheart. Let me help you get dressed.” Mountain coaxes.

Dew enjoys this, truly he does. Appreciates when Mountain suggests it so he doesn’t have to ask. It just takes a bit to get his brain on board.

After a moment and a visible swallow, Dew steps forward to settle primly on the edge of the bed, pointedly not touching the silky fabric next to him. He lets Mountain stand between his legs and sink his fingers into his hair; closing his eyes as the earth ghoul gives him a good head massage. It lowers the racing of his heart until he’s ready to move forward.

Eventually he grabs fistfuls of his shirt and starts pulling at it. Mountain places his hands over Dew’s and gives him a kiss on his forehead.

“I’ve got you. Just let me.”

Dew sits as still as he can, just staring at his lap and loosely balled fists while Mountain pulls his clothes off one article at a time. Each revealed section of skin is met with kisses and caresses. The only piece he leaves for now is Dew’s boxers.

“Ready?”

“Yeah.” Dew takes a deep breath and reaches out to pet a hand over the silky fabric of the babydoll.

He has to admit from experience that they’re crazy comfortable; the loose satin smooth and cool against his perpetually warm skin. He scoops it up and hands it to Mountain. The earth ghoul slips it over Dew’s head, holding it wide so as to not to catch on his horns, and smooths the fabric down so it rests against his skin.

“There you go, babe.” Mountain starts slow with the petnames, easing Dew into it. “Let’s do your stockings now, okay?”

“Okay.”

Dew’s voice is lighter now as he slowly gets more on board with everything. Mountain even pulls a chuckle from him by insisting on pressing kisses over Dew’s feet before slipping the stockings on up to his thighs. Then it's time for the panties.

“Wanna put these on for me too?” He holds them up but makes no move until Dew nods. He’s silent but he stands to give Mountain access.

Much like the stockings, Mountain presses kisses over Dew’s thighs as he trades his boxers for the lacy number. The garment is small and sheer already and Dew knows soon it’ll be fighting to contain his cock.

“Your clit is so cute, princess.”

Clit. Right. The wording makes Dew shiver. Mountain doesn’t miss it.

“Still doing okay, Droplet?”

“Yeah, I'm good.” And really, he is. His brain is just starting to go fuzzy and the way Mountain looks up at him all fond and loving makes him flush.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?”

Dew hums, a disbelieving sound. He thinks Mountain affirms it but his senses are narrowing. The feel of the luxurious fabric swishing with each small movement and the way Mountain pets the exposed skin of his thighs. His cheeks feel warm but the real heat of embarrassment seems far away.

Then Mountain is scooping him up and settling the both of them on the bed. Mountain sits back to the pillows with Dew kneeling to straddle his lap. The position brings their hips close, growing bulges almost touching but Dew can’t quite figure out how to move his hips. He can only uselessly paw at Mountain’s chest.

It takes Mountain reaching a hand out to tuck Dew’s hair behind his ear before pulling him into a kiss. When their lips part, it's only for Mountain to murmur sweet praise.

“Just relax sweet girl. I’m going to take such good care of you.”

Mountain sneaks a hand down to cup him through the panties and Dew’s brain slips offline. It's a gentle descent into sub space as Mountain worships him with kisses and soft touches.

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Aurora twirls on the spot, showing off her new costume for the latest tour cycle.

“So, what do you think?”

“Mmm I like these.” Cumulus purrs after a moment, unabashedly running her hands over Aurora’s hips.

Cumulus had thought the prequelle era uniforms were a sexy enough statement; skin tight despite the technical modesty. Add a rolled up sleeve and the barest snatch of skin was drool worthy. These new ones however, are practically scandalous in comparison.

Again they don’t literally expose skin but they might as well be painted on. The iridescent bat wings hide nothing with her arms aloft; every line and curve of Aurora’s body is on display under the rhinestone adorned fabric. Cumulus can fully see the dip of the cleft of her ass and the way her nipples poke through, revealing her lack of a bra. It's absolutely sinful.

“So pretty, baby. The crowds are going to love you.”

“Yeah, it's so sparkly.” Aurora giggles.

Cumulus answers with a chuckle. “You know that's not what I’m talking about, Moth.” She squeezes Aurora's ass and the multi ghoulette chirps.

“Hehe, that too.” Aurora shifts to put on a pout. “You still sure you don’t want to come with this time? You’d look so good up there with us too.”

“Yes love, I’ve made up my mind. But don’t worry, I’m having plenty of fun enjoying the view.” She nips Aurora’s neck through her balaclava. “Why don’t you do a little cat walk for me? I want to see how the sparkles catch the light.”

Even with her face obscured by her mask, Cumulus knows Aurora grins wide and toothy.

The multi ghoulette turns on the spot and struts to the far wall, unabashedly shaking her hips and circling her arms so her wings twist and twirl. When she reaches the wall, she turns her head and strikes a vogue pose, before striding back to where Cumulus sits. In answer to whistles and claps, Aurora does a cheeky little bow before doing another dizzying spin.

Cumulus licks her lips. “Mm, too bad we gotta be gentle with these. I just want to eat you right up.”

Aurora cocks her head in mischievous thought. “Oh I don’t know. What the costume crew doesn’t know won’t kill them. There's spares in case something tears anyway.” Her eyes glitter in the sight holes of her mask.

“Hm I like your way of thinking.” Cumulus pulls Aurora into her lap, straddling a thigh. She brings a hand down to caress Aurora’s hip only to mock gasp. “I’m not feeling any panties under here, am I?”

Aurora purposely moves Cumulus’ hand to properly cup her.

Cumulus tsks. “Naughty girl. Can’t let you go off on tour without having any manners. I’m going to have to teach you how to behave, aren’t I?”

“Uh huh!” Aurora churrs, all pleased with herself, and begins rocking her hips against Cumulus’ hand.

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Normally Cirrus enjoys being a bit more hands on, but for now she’s content to watch. Her armchair is the perfect perch to indulge in the sight before her. Sipping from a glass of wine she watches on as Sunshine and Phantom sloppily make out in a heap on the bed.

They’ve both gone dumb with it, intoxicated by the taste of the other and the way they rock their hips together. They’re still both in their underwear; Cirrus told them to take it slow. Still, their undergarments are tented and damp with pre leaking from their cocks like faucets. Little pleasured noises slip from them both like a waterfall.

“Feeling good, you two?” Cirrus churrs, tone fond if a bit teasing.

“Mm hmm.” Sunshine groans between kisses. She almost doesn’t let Phantom get a chance to respond, taking up all his attention with her mouth. Finally though they break to breathe.

“So good. Can we please…” He trails off equally unsure how best to word his plea as he's also certain Cirrus will tell them no.

Cirrus decides to be merciful however, even if only by a bit.

“Take your cute little dicks out for me. I wanna see how wet you two are.”

Phantom and Sunshine groan, the latter delighted and the former sensing the cruel smile in Cirrus’ voice. He knows more teasing is on the way but he needs his hand on his cock now. The both end up finally slipping off their underwear to reveal their stiff cocks, matching shades of deep red and sticky with pre at the tips.

Neither of them can really help it; as the cool air hits their overheated skin the desire to touch becomes too much. They only manage maybe a stroke or two each before Cirrus is sharply clicking her tongue.

“Oi, stop that. I didn’t give you permission to touch.”

Sunny grins sheepishly and rests her hands to the sides. Phantom also fails to look even mildly repentant but drops his cock all the same.

“If you want to cum you know you need to listen better.”

The pair on the bed murmurs out a “yes ma’am” and duck their heads as if they’re actually sorry. It's at least enough to get Cirrus off their cases for now.

“You can go back to putting on a little show, but no hands.”

Her tone leaves no room for argument so Sunshine and Phantom pointedly bring their hands to rest at the other’s chest or hips. Fortunately for them at least, as they go back to kissing, Cirrus says nothing about the aborted little thrusts of their hips against each other in desperate need of stimulation. If anything she smiles, smugly amused, and takes another sip of her wine.

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Dew squirms where Rain had him pinned on his stomach but it's token. The fire ghoul is all too happy to be thrown around when Rain gets in a mood like this. He’s slightly less pleased by the cage around his cock, stifling him from getting hard.

Rain had given him an ultimatum though; either take the cage or get nothing. Dew knows for a fact that Rain is deadly serious about the threat. He agrees anyway, needing Rain’s hands on him already. At least now he’s in no danger of blowing early. Especially when Rain gets his tongue-

“Fuckkkk.” Dew’s expletive is muffled by the way the water ghoul has his face pushed against the mattress with a hand. Rain’s other hand grips Dew’s hip to hold him in the head down, ass up position that gives him all the access he needs to lave the flat of his tongue over his hole.

Dew twitches a bit more purposefully now but Rain’s claws digging into his hip and a sharp tug of his hair encourages him to try and stay a bit more still. At least until Rain starts kitten licking at him. Then he shudders hard, tail thrashing wildly.

“Hold still.” Rain hisses, nipping sharp teeth against Dew’s ass.

“I’m trying.” Dew hisses back, moaning at the sting of the bite.

“Try harder.” A slap to the other side of Dew’s rear this time and then his tongue is back. Rain practically sucks on his puckered rim and Dew’s tail goes ramrod straight.

“Fuck do that again-hah shit!”

Rain has begun to suck harder and even nibbles just enough for Dew to feel his teeth. Rain abandons his hold on Dew’s hair and hip so he can yank the base of his tail out of the way and work two fingers in to stretch him. If Dew wasn’t caged it’d all be over when he feels that forked tongue slipping inside him. Instead his cock throbs against its bars and leaks a little bead of pre.

Rain curls his tail under Dew to tease the head of his cock long enough to gather some of the fluid there. Then he gives Dew a particularly nasty swirl of his tongue. When the fire ghoul’s mouth falls open in a filthy cry, Rain shoves the spade of his tail in past his lips. Dew moans at the taste of himself.

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“Mmm there-hah-yeah.” Cirrus moans as Cumulus laves her tongue over the spot behind her ear before going back to sucking marks into the column of her neck.

In time with swipes of her tongue and gentle nips, Cumulus toys with her mate’s nipples, getting them stiff and sensitive. Cirrus squirms a little under her touch, ultimately pushing into the pleasure.

Cumulus had told her to sit pretty and let herself be pampered. It's an understatement to say Cirrus struggles with relinquishing control, but it's easier when Cumulus distracts her with ever wandering hands and her unglamoured tongue.

Cumulus moves to kiss Cirrus, pushing that talented tongue into her mouth. They both moan with it though the sound is swallowed up by the way their lips move against each other.

Cirrus’ senses are full of Cumulus like this. Her scent, rose and fresh linen, her taste, cherry lip gloss and menthol. The feel of her most of all; her warm plush body fitting against Cirrus’ own curves like a matching puzzle piece and her hands caressing her like that’s what they were made to do.

And she feels so known like this; almost stripped bare. Anyone else and Cirrus would be scrambling to throw her walls back up, higher than before; but not with Cumulus. Cumulus slips past like a thief in the night right to the core of her. And Cirrus lets her, with those gentle hands, hold her at her most fragile.

If she were better with words she might try and express all of this but fortunately melting into Cumulus’s arms is enough. Allowing herself to relax and be taken care of says it all and more.

So she melts. Lets Cumulus lay her down in their shared nest. Lets her take her time decorating her neck and chest in love bites like she's the canvas of a masterpiece. Lets her work her way down to nose between her legs and push her thighs open with manicured hands. Lets her find pleasure in giving pleasure; in the noises that Cirrus lets freely ring only for her. Lets her drink from her and then press their lips together to share her sweet taste.

With Cumulus alone she can find this bliss in sharing herself and being known so intimately. Letting up control and just being held.

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“Come on. Put it in alre-hah finally.” Dew moans and presses his forehead into the mattress and Aether sinks into him slowly from behind.

“So needy. All desperate for it huh?”

Dew huffs. “Not needy. You’re just a big tease.”

“Am I teasing or just going slow so I don’t hurt you?”

Dew rolls his eyes, something Aether senses even if he can’t see it.

“Mm not gonna break.”

“No, but maybe I like being gentle.”

“Well I like being fucked.” Dew purposefully clenches down. “Move already.”

Aether just snorts, pointedly not moving his own hips an inch, and holding Dew’s still with his hands. “Not with that attitude.”

Dew groans now.

“Aethhh.” Somewhere between a whine and a growl.

“Hush.” Aether’s voice is only mildly stern but the prick of his claws against Dew’s hips betray his fatigue with Dew’s complaining. “Quit whining or you get nothing.”

Although intended as a mild threat, the sting of his claws is exactly what Dew not so secretly craves. Rather than continue fussing, he moans.

It's Aether’s turn to roll his eyes.

“I swear to Satan, you just can’t behave without a little pain, can you?”

“At least I know what I like-nghh.” Aether digs in harder with his claws and it shuts Dew up from snarking back.

“My little masochist." Aether’s tone is a teasing yet fond sigh. He rakes his claws down Dew’s back just to hear the sweet sound it rings from him, before gripping his hips once more. “You want it to hurt? Fine, means I don’t have to hold back.”

He pulls back, almost all the way out, only to slam back in fully without warning. Dew yips in surprise but Aether doesn’t stop there. Using his grip on Dew’s hips, he pushes and pulls the fire ghoul back and forth on his cock; fast and with little mercy.

Dew grips the sheets in startled handfuls and yowls, but he's more than content now that he’s getting the rough fuck he wants.

If he’s lucky, Aether will dig deep enough with his claws and he’ll bleed. And if Aether’s feeling charitable maybe he’ll bite at the scratches after so they bruise. If not, Dew is more than willing to brat his way into that too.

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“Come on Mounty…” Phantom whines as the earth ghoul slides into him painfully slowly.

“Shh.” Mountain coos, just rubbing the quint’s side and letting him adjust to his considerable length.

Mountain has been so sweet; tooth rottingly so. All praise and kisses and light touches. Hell, he insisted on taking Phantom in missionary. And that’s exactly the problem.

The sweetness is nice but sometimes Phantom wants it to ache. He wants to be left pleasantly sore and delightfully worn out. He craves Mountain using his size and strength to bend him to his wishes.

He knows Mountain can be rough; that he’ll throw Dew around and even top Aether or Swiss. And yet Mountain insists on treating Phantom like the word fragile is written out on his butt like a warning.

“I’m not gonna break.” Phantom huffs.

“Don’t want to hurt you.” Mountain just hums back, sounding all fond.

Phantom groans and lets his head thump back against the pillows. “What if I want it to hurt though?” There's nothing coy about it; it's not a tease or a winking suggestion. He’s completely serious and more than impatient.

Mountain furrows his brow, likely about to protest.

Phantom interjects before he can.

“This feels good but I like it rougher too. I trust you and I promise I'll tell you if it's too much.”

Phantom can practically see the wheels turning in Mountain’s head just from his unsure expression. Clearly this is less an issue of what Phantom can take and more so what Mountain is willing to let himself give. Phantom decides to take things into his own hands.

“What if I ride you for a bit. Give me a chance to warm up so I can take it harder for sure.”

Mountain hums in thought before nodding. “As long as that’s okay with you.”

Phantom’s going to scream. Rather than grumble that, yes it's fine that's why he suggested it, he smiles and wiggles out from under Mountain.

The earth ghoul gets settled on his back and Phantom wastes no time climbing into his lap and sinking himself straight down on Mountain’s cock. Finally.

It draws a gut punched noise from Mountain but Phantom is already moving. He starts not at all slowly, both fed up with waiting as well as trying to get Mountain more on board with the hard and fast over slow and sweet. That and distract him from the way he lets sparkles of quintessence slowly flow into the earth ghoul from where he has his hands braced on Mountain’s chest.

It appears to work, Mountain groaning in pleasure, seemingly oblivious to the tingle in his veins and the syrupy feeling creeping into his head. Phantom makes himself wait until Mountain’s emerald eyes fade into the barest bits of violet before making his move.

“Hahh, you’re fucking me so well, Mounty.” Nevermind the fact that currently Phantom is doing all the work. “Need it harder though.” He barely has to work to add a needy little tremor to his voice.

Mountain hums, bottom lip worried by his teeth as Phantom clenches down around him. He slips his hands around the quint's waist to steady him; help him get into a rhythm. When he finds his voice, Phantom’s pleased to find him much more agreeable now.

“Mm, yeah? Need it rough?” Mountain bucks his hips up and Phantom moans to show his appreciation.

“Need it so baddd. Need you to fuck me like a toy.”

The effect is immediate. Mountain full on growls and his cock kicks as he moves to thrust up in a counter rhythm to Phantom’s bounces. The quint grins viciously pleased.

“Don’t you just want to use me as a hole to fuck? I’ll be the perfect little doll for you.” Phantom turns his voice all high and innocent even as he rolls his hips in a dirty grind.

Mountain curses under his breath and his hips pick up force. His grip on Phantom’s hips becomes possessive.

“I know you do. I know you want to use me. No need to hold back.” Phantom lets the quintessence flow freely now and Mountain’s irises slip into a deep shade of purple.

In an instant, Phantom’s world flips.

The quint barely has time to realize he’s now on his back, pressed against the mattress before Mountain is practically folding him in half and sliding back in in one brutal thrust.

“Sh-it! Fuck Mount-hahh!” Phantom moans, legs shaking and hands scrabbling at the bedspread as Mountain drills into him like a jackhammer. The earth ghoul’s expression is nothing but desperate determination to fill Phantom to the brim.

Phantom’s whole body is shoved up and down as Mountain moves him with a bruising grip on his hips. Every thrust forces Phantom to take Mountain’s whole length; the earth ghoul literally can’t hold back at all. He swears he feels Mountain in his stomach after a while. All he can do is hold on for dear life as he gets exactly what he wants.

Oh, Mountain will definitely fuss at him when the quintessence eases off, but Phantom will bat his eyes and offer to suck him off to make up for it. Plus it feels so so good; Mountain surely can’t stay mad for long when he has the perfect little fuck toy to take his pent up energy out on.

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It starts as an itch beneath her skin. This sense of irritation she can’t scratch or rub away. Then her skin itself feels too tight, her true form pushing at the boundaries of the glamour she’s required to wear around the humans. Tempest sighs and stretches fruitlessly.

This isn’t the first time this has happened even with her fairly recent summoning. When it first occurred she went straight to the infirmary, fearing the worst. Maybe her vessel was rejecting her. She didn’t want to leave so soon after finding a home topside.

Both Aether and Omega assured her that while annoying, the condition is perfectly normal. Just something that happens sometimes to ghouls forced to glamour nearly constantly. The fix is as it turns out is to drop that glamour for a while; something perfectly fine behind the closed doors of the ghoul dens. Mountain however, is kind enough to provide her an even better space to let it all out.

The earth ghoul shows her to a clearing deep in the woods on the ministry grounds. Far from the chapel and dorms as well as any other sign of civilization, she can drop her glamour and run free through the trees as long as she needs to settle that ache in her bones.

It's after tour ends that the feeling comes again. Fortunately being home, she’s free to take all the time she needs to relieve it. As she readies to head out however, she stops by Storm’s room.

The new ghoul is even more freshly topside than her, but he’s settling in well. The two became fast friends, bonding over the shared experience of learning to live literally in a whole new world. Having noticed him grimacing, rolling his shoulders, and scratching fruitlessly more than once; she doesn’t hesitate to see if he’s feeling the same ache she is.

She knocks on the door frame, the door already ajar. Storm looks up from the cell phone he’s still figuring out how to use, always having a smile ready for Tempest.

“Hey Tempy.”

She smiles back. “Hi Storm. Whatcha up too?”

“This.” He holds up the phone with a sheepish grin. “Still getting the hang of it.”

“Has Rora got you on Insta yet?”

“Insta?”

“Instagram. Want me to show you?”

“Sure.”

Tempest walks Storm though the app store and sets up a bare bones Instagram profile for him and follows all of their packmates. She watches him poke around for a bit before remembering her reason for coming in.

“Oh yeah. Has your vessel felt, uh, achy at all? Like uncomfortable or something?”

His eyes widen. “Like my skin is too tight? Yeah, actually a lot lately.” He rubs his arms as if naming the sensation brings it forth.

“I think I know what might help.”

The pair of them hike out to the woods. Tempest has the path memorized. Just upon reaching the clearing she already feels like she can breathe easier.

“Okay,” She’s already pulling her shirt off. “We can drop our glamours now.”

He follows suit, stripping his clothes then the magick keeping his true form contained.

“Ohh.” Storm makes a pleased vocalization as the ache fades away, replaced by a surge of energy.

Tempest nods with a toothy grin.

The sounds and shapes of any human language are difficult to ghoulish mouths so they switch back to infernal, the most common dialect of the pits. That and body language allow them to communicate seamlessly as Tempest urges Storm to take off on a run with her.

Paws and talons thumping against the soft earth, wings freed after so long tucked away, they practically fly through the trees. It's exhilarating, feeling the wind rush past as they move at speeds no earthly being is capable of.

Their newfound energy also leads to other things.

As they round a bend, Storm ends up slightly ahead giving Tempest the perfect opportunity to pounce from behind. Unprepared, Storm stumbles and she sends them both rolling horns over tails for a few meters. She doesn’t give him a chance to recover, immediately sinking her teeth into his shoulder in a display of dominance.

Storms ruff feathers fluff up at the challenge but ever the gentleman, he doesn’t throw her off. Instead he bares his neck to her and lets her scent him. Before long at all she’s licking at the dots of blood around his shoulder from her teeth and they’re grinding their hips together.

Storm is more than worked up and he expects her to sink down on him at any minute now but instead she’s the one to suddenly jump up and scurry a meter or two away.

He makes a confused chuff, immediately mourning the loss of her body against his.

She just chitters, the sound almost like a giggle, flicks her tail and takes off into the underbrush.

Oh, Storm understands now. Her tackling him was just the warm up. Now the real chase is on. This will be fun.

Rolling to his front, he tenses all four limbs and takes off like a shot after her.

They don’t head back to the ministry until they’re both tired out and satisfied.

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Tempest knows all five of the other ghoulettes sit or stand around her. The blindfold makes it hard to tell who’s where but the individual scents of their arousal fills her senses.

Someone joins her on the bed, the mattress depressing as they kneel between her spread thighs. More shifting as they get settled. Tempest lays still, waiting for her first hint. Suddenly there’s wet warmth pressing against her clit. She gasps in reflex. The guessing game begins.

“Hah! Mmm...” The tongue warms her up with little kitten licks, teasing but better than overwhelming her this early on. Even distracted by the pleasurable sensation, she engages the rest of her senses.

They’re not touching her so she can't tell by the size or warmth of their hands. Her ears prick, catching a giggle. It's not Aurora then.

“So, who is it?”

She thinks it's Cirrus who asks. That doesn’t discount her though because the tongue has pulled away in the meantime.

“Not sure yet.” She admits.

Someone chuckles, maybe Cirrus, maybe Mist, but before she can decide, that warm tongue is back. This time they lap at her with a flattened tongue, dragging it up through her folds before smoothing over her clit. She lets her head thump back to the pillows with a happy sigh. They’re really good at this, that’s for sure.

She decides to chance a guess.

“Cumulus?”

She feels the air ghoulette titter against her. Then her stiletto nails are skimming over her thigh.

“You got me.” Cumulus gets up and someone else quickly takes her spot.

This time she feels a hand smoothing over her chest before teasing at a nipple. It's accompanied by the head of a cock bumping against her clit before dragging through her folds. From the hand’s angle, she’s pretty sure it's someone beside her, playing with her chest. That means two of the ghoulettes this time.

The person between her legs is narrowed down to Mist or Sunshine. The hand could be anyone though. The ghoulette between her legs is stubbornly teasing, refusing to drive their cock home so Tempest can’t tell if it's Sunshine’s ruddy length or Mist’s tentacle. She gets a clue though when the hand on her chest, which had been pleasantly warm, goes freezing.

She bites back a yelp, and her lips curl into a smirk. The cold is certainly not due to ice, but temperature magick.

“Mist and Sunny.”

“Hm, you sound confident.” Cumulus purrs. “But where?”

“Sunny’s hand-” Her nipple is given a playful pinch, confirming her suspicion. “And Mist’s tentacle.”

Mist whistles. “Good girl. Figured us out quick.”

“Sunny gave it away.” Tempest giggles.

Mist tuts but it's fond. “I told you not to make it obvious.”

“Sorry.” Tempest can imagine Sunshine’s humored grin to go along with the amusement in her voice.

“Okay, we’re giving you a real challenge now.” Cirrus declares. “All of us at once. Think you can handle that?”

Tempest grins. “Give me your worst.”

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“Kneel.”

The word has barely left Cumulus’ lips and Sunshine’s knees are hitting the carpet with a soft thump.

Sunshine’s not known for quietness or stillness. She’s constantly in motion, fidgeting, dancing, spinning. Her mind is just as active. Just as loud, if not more. Except when Cumulus’ voice dips all sultry and commanding like this. Not a question. No room for disobedience. One word is all it takes.

That and a collar.

Sunshine waits as patiently as she can, but her tail wags behind her. It's beyond her control; an outlet for the nuclear reactor levels of energy that is her core. But soon even that will still.

Cumulus coos warmly at her easy obedience and withdraws a hand from behind her back. Sunshine’s eyes lock on to the circlet of sky blue leather immediately. The gold hardware and little sun charm hanging off the D ring sparkle in the afternoon sun streaming in through the window. Cumulus shakes it so the metal clinks together. It makes a thrill travel down Sunshine’s spine.

Without even needing to be asked, Sunshine tips her chin up to bare her neck. Eyes big and pleading, she begs wordlessly. Cumulus doesn’t tease and she’s thankful for it. The air ghoulette just loops the leather around the back of Sunshine’s neck, careful not to catch her hair, and fastens the buckle so the leather sits snug against her skin.

All at once, it's like a weight has dropped off her shoulders. It all just falls away,

Sunshine’s perpetually tensed frame goes loose. Her eyes slip shut and her head droops into Cumulus’ waiting hands. Caressing her cheeks with her thumbs, Cumulus coos more praise.

Sunshine doesn’t so much as twitch when Cumulus runs her manicured claws up through her hair to gently scratch. The drag of her claws against the back of her head does elicit a little involuntary shiver but she quickly melts into it.

After a moment, Cumulus is moving, sitting and settling behind her. Her chest presses against Sunshine’s back. And then her hands are smoothing over her shoulders and down her arms.

“Okay love,” she nuzzles at Sunshine’s ear as she says it. “I just want you to relax for me. Let that busy brain take a break.” She laces their hands and squeezes. “Does that sound good?”

Sunshine squeezes her hands back; an affirmative.

Cumulus purrs, hands slipping back up over Sunshine’s thighs, her belly, her tits. She tugs at one nipple, then the other. Sunshine arches into it with a little whine.

Cumulus hooks a finger into the ring on the center of the collar. Gives it a gentle tug.

“That’s it. Let me hear all your noises, pretty girl.”

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She’d promised him his patience would be rewarded. Unfortunately, patience isn't exactly one of his strong suits.

"Easy for you to say", had been the response in Swiss’ head every time Cumulus had to remind him her tits were off limits until the piercings healed.

He really didn’t have it all that bad. Thanks to ghouls’ speedy healing, the piercing was safe to be toyed with within just a few months. Swiss would have rioted if he had to wait a whole year. As it was, he frequently insisted on complaining incessantly until she’d give him something better to do with his mouth.

Finally though she gives him the go ahead.

She slips it into conversation at the dinner table as casually as if she were discussing the weather. It has the intended response, many pairs of ears perking up and tails wagging with interest. Swiss isn’t the only one having been denied.

“I call dibs!” Swiss shouts immediately, just managing to be heard over the sudden racket of half the pack demanding a turn.

Cumulus giggles, oh too pleased at being fussed over, before raising a hand for silence.

“I think I heard Swiss first.”

The room fills with groans and protests but Cumulus is already on her feet and beckoning the multi ghoul. Even as he stands to follow, he glances back in disbelief.

“You’re not gonna fight me for it?” He eyes Cirrus warily.

She just smirks. “I’ve already had a few chances so you can have her for now. Just don’t keep her all to yourself for too long.” She licks her lips with a flash of fang before making a shooing motion.

Swiss takes the hint and scurries after Cumulus.

They’re ensconced in her bed in no time. Swiss doesn’t even bother undressing and can barely wait for Cumulus to pull her own shirt off.

She’s forgone a bra so her nipples are immediately on display. The jewelry is lovely; metallic pink bars with hearts surrounding the areola. The shade is slightly lighter than the dusty rose of her nipples but they complement each other wonderfully. Swiss would say as much but his mouth is already occupied.

It's been entirely too long since he’s gotten to pleasure her like this. Lips wrapped around one bud and fingers teasing the other, tugging and twisting at the jewelry, he gets to work making up for lost time.

It pulls a gorgeous noise from her and that’s a big part of why Swiss loves this so much. All her sounds of pleasure are like sweet music but the particular sound she makes when he sucks on her tits, lets her feel the barest edge of his teeth; it's like choirs of angels. At least, that's the comparison Swiss uses to describe it, however dramatic.

Given his way, he’d stay here all night; alternating sides of her chest so she doesn’t get painfully sore. Eventually he knows her cries will turn needier and her manicured hands will lace into his hair to coax him lower. He’ll allow her to direct him down, between her legs, and he’ll happily suck on her there too. Until then though, he worships her nipples like a man starved.

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Phantom’s favorite way to be a little shit recently has been sneaking up on his packmates, biting whatever available patch of skin, then fleeing before they can retaliate.

They’re just soft love bites, nothing painful or damaging. No, the problem is how good he is at sneaking up behind someone soundlessly. If ghouls had cardiac systems capable of arrest, he would have given Rain several heart attacks by now.

Today, Aether catches him in the act of sneaking up on Dew.

The older quint really could just leave Phantom to whatever fate Dew decides to enact. He’s kinda attached to the little shit though so he figures it's best to intervene for Phantom’s immediate well being.

Seconds before the little quint can pounce, Aether darts a hand out faster than anyone would expect him to be capable of, and grabs his mentee by the scruff. The squawk Phantom lets out is quite hilarious; apparently he hadn’t heard Aether come up behind him.

Glancing back, Dew snorts at the sight of Phantom wiggling in Aether’s hold.

“Finally getting a taste of your own medicine, huh?”

Phantom grumbles something unintelligible and Aether is dragging him to his room before Dew can make him repeat it.

Toss isn’t quite the right word, but Aether doesn’t direct Phantom to the bed gently.

“What’s your deal?” Aether sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Phantom has the audacity to shrug.

It results in a heavy exhale from Aether.

“I really shouldn’t give you anything you want but I’m not sure what else to do with you.” Aether exhales loudly once more and rolls his eyes. “Stop looking so happy about it.”

It's too late though, Phantom has already shot him a cheeky grin and started to tug off his clothes.

“We’re doing this my way though. You take what I give you.”

Phantom seems content enough with that, if his grin getting wider is any indicator.

“No, stop that.”

Aether grabs him by the scruff again, shakes him a little. And Phantom makes the sound from earlier. Aether almost drops him, his free hand scrubbing at his face.

“Don’t tell me you like that too.”

“...maybe?”

“Okay, fine. Fine!”

He ghoul handles Phantom face down, ass up, and folds himself over him. Sinking his teeth into Phantom’s scruff, both a fitting punishment and a way to free his hands, he spits into a hand and starts pulling hard and fast at Phantom’s still soft cock.

The sound Phantom makes this time is a truly pained yowl, the pressure of his teeth wonderful but the motions of his hand way too much too soon. He wiggles now, trying to get away from Aether’s iron grip but it's useless.

“Fuck, Aeth wait!”

Aether lets go of his scruff just long enough to growl in his ear.

“You take what I give you or I let Dew decide your punishment. Pick.”

Phantom shuts up, aside from pained sobs anyway, and lets Aether jerk him as mercilessly as he likes.

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The scent of arousal hits Dew’s nose. He’d been falling in and out of sleep for the last few hours, cuddled up with Mountain in the earth ghoul’s massive bed. More than comfortable, he’s simply a light sleeper. So far an adjustment to the pillows or rolling to his other side has been enough for him to drift off again. This time however, Mountain’s balsam scent has turned sweeter like sticky sap and ripe berries.

Even in the dark, Dew can see well enough how Mountain’s nose twitches in his sleep. How words form on his lips without quite being spoken; the earth ghoul more a snorer than a sleep talker. All it takes is a hand sneaking down between them to find the front of his sleep pants tented.

He thinks he catches the shape of Cumulus’ name on Mountain’s lips. Then his leg twitches like it does when he’s lost in a good dream. Dew chuckles to himself.

Dew doesn’t take baring his own vulnerability lightly; he feels close to sappy at the trust Mountain puts into him in moments like these. And of course he’s nothing but gentle.

Ever so carefully, Dew eases Mountain’s sleep pants down to get the access he needs. Fortunately the earth ghoul has forgone boxers so tucking the pants waistband under the slight curve of his ass is enough. Realistically Dew could risk less sedate movements, Mountain sleeps like a log. Gale force winds, thunderstorms, and the regular amount of screaming of the ghoul den have all failed to wake him in the past. Dew is slow and methodical all the same. He knows he’d appreciate not being hassled awake himself.

With the same measured pace, Dew retrieves the lube bottle from its place between the mattress and bedframe. Dispensing some, he takes the time to warm it before curling his arm over Mountain’s hip to smear the gel over his hole. Mountain doesn’t so much as twitch but there’s plenty of time for that.

The angle isn’t amazing, but Dew makes it work. Starting with two fingers because his are small and Mountain can more than take it, he sinks them in. He gets down to the second knuckle and starts searching for his sweet spot. Mountain’s nose twitches again and his lips part in a sudden inhale and Dew knows he’s found it.

Rather than worry about depth or really opening him up, Dew just circles his fingers over the spot, massaging it practically. He keeps switching up the rhythm; tries to keep it interesting. He regularly returns to a curled finger stroking motion though because it's Mountain’s favorite. Even asleep it would seem with how his tail swish swishes in a pleased motion.

Dew leaves his cock alone for now. Were he awake it might seem mean, but asleep the meaningful but minimal stimulation allows Mountain to stay cocooned in his dream now with physical sensation to make it all the more real.

Dew knows from experience that Mountain could stay asleep a while longer yet. That's perfectly okay though. Even for someone who often plays rough, Dew finds a rare peace in the act. He’s more than happy to give Mountain this pleasure amid his rest. Sometimes simply providing is reward enough.

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Rain clipping a leash to his collar and tying its end around the handle of the bathroom door means stay. Dimly Mountain is aware of this. Technically the command word, stay, should be enough, but his brain gets so fuzzy when they play like this that no one can truly blame him for needing a reminder.

Rain points to Mountain’s puppy bed.

“Sit. Stay.”

Mountain shuffles into the cozy bed piled with blankets happily. Rain hadn’t told him to lie down but he does anyway, taking the stay command as, get comfy.

“Good boy.”

Mountain earns the pop of a clicker and a pat on the head for his obedience.

“I’ll be right back, Puppy.” Rain disappears into the hall leaving Mountain to his own devices.

This is his first test; to see if he can be good while left unattended. Rain hasn’t been mean this time, hasn’t gotten Mountain all hard and needy before he left, so it's a fairly easy ask. Mountain just snuggles into the blankets and breathes in the scent of his mate on them. In contentment he even decides to rest his eyes, face tucked into his arms.

Rain’s not gone for long at all, his errand just a few doors down. He returns within minutes with Dewdrop in tow. They’re mid conversation, and they keep going as if Mountain’s not even there. In fact the only acknowledgement Mountain gets is Rain tipping his head towards him, still talking to Dew.

“Puppy’s down for a nap so don’t worry about him. He’s a heavy sleeper so you can get as loud as you want.”

Dew snorts. “You mean I can make you get as loud as I want.”

Rain rolls his eyes but doesn’t protest. Instead he tugs Dew onto the bed by his shirt, using that same grip to pull him into a kiss.

Mountain watches it all from his nest in the corner.

He does fine at first, certainly no hair-trigger new summon. Hell, he’s usually the pinnacle of unaffected patience. In his puppy headspace though, the way Dew starts pulling moans from Rain, how intentionally loud they seem, it annoys him he’s not the cause of those pretty sounds.

He tries to settle back down, look away, but his eyes are always drawn back. As much as he flattens his ears it still fails to block out the sounds from the bed. And when those sounds turn wet, Mountain feels his grasp on composure slipping away.

He knows it's useless to try and get closer. One, it's against the rules. He was told to stay. Two, the leash will stop him within maybe a foot of his blanket nest.

He really does want to be good. The way Rain will praise him all sweet and finally touch him, or let him touch; it's a reward that would make his temporary frustration fade away.

Maybe Dew will stay when Rain rewards him, Mountain muses. Rain’s getting Dew prepped now so maybe after he’s had his turn, Mountain will get a chance to fill that warm hole. Or maybe after Rain tosses his strap on aside, he’ll let Mountain taste the arousal that’s sure to be drooling down his thighs.

Lost in the daydream, it takes Rain snapping at him to pull him back to the moment. Even then he doesn’t quite realize what he’s done until Rain spells it out.

“No, bad puppy. No humping your bed.”

Mountain whines in shame as he realizes indeed he’s been rutting his hips against his nest bedding. That’s one of the rules included in, no touching. He stills immediately and ducks his head, asking for forgiveness. Still the sight of Rain focused on fussing at him even as his strap is buried in Dew’s hole is one that does nothing for his waning composure.

“Lay on your back if you can’t be good.” Rain gives him one last look before turning back to Dew like the exchange never occurred.

Mountain does as he’s told, rolling onto his back. With his arms tucked up at his chest in an attempt to control himself, he continues to watch, hips canting uselessly up into the air.

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“Mmm just like that.” Cirrus coos at Rain as he sinks down on her strap with a pretty little moan. “Feeling nice and full?”

He can only nod, head tipped down and hands braced on her waist as he adjusts to her length. The stretch is a little obscene. She’d gotten a new strap, bigger than any he’s tried before. He became determined to take it, not fully thinking through the task in front of him. Still, he knows the extensive prep and period of adjustment will be made worth it when that ache settles into mind numbing pleasure.

A welcome side effect of all this is how quickly Rain starts struggling for words, his tongue useless in his mouth. It's Cirrus’ favorite thing to tease him about it.

“Aww, has that brain melted already? Guess you’re really desperate for it huh?”

Another nod. It's not like he can deny it. It’s followed by a tentative roll of his hips. The sensation has his tail kinking and a high pitched noise coming from him unbidden.

Cirrus just giggles as his eyes cross.

Eventually he finds the strength in his legs to start moving, start bouncing on her cock. It's hard to get his rhythm though when every slide of the textured silicon over his prostate has him seeing stars. And she refuses to help, at least at first.

“C’mon Rainy. You can do it.” She doesn’t hide her amusement at his struggling. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”

And he really does try. He just dreadfully underestimated how large the strap truly is. It's long but also thick, the whole package. He could be made to take it easily, but being forced to do the work himself becomes nearly impossible when his limbs feel like jello. The only stiff part about him is of course his cock, red and flushed and leaking like a faucet.

Cirrus finally takes pity on him.

“You poor thing. All boneless and brainless.” She sounds so smug. “How about this? Tell me how good it feels and then I’ll give you what you want.” She says it so reasonably as if speaking isn’t an undertaking in of itself.

Rain licks his lips and tries to find his voice.

“Mmm…r-really good. N-eed it. Please-!”

She bucks her hips up just for the gut punched noise it wrings out of him.

“Please what?”

“Please ma’am.” His voice is clearer now, made stronger by desperation. “Please fuck me.”

“There’s my good boy.”

In one fluid motion she tips them over so Rain is now spread out under her. She grins down at him.

“Ready to take my kits?”

“F-fuck! Please please I need-”

Any control he’d found over his vocal chords is ripped away as she starts sliding into him hard and fast. All he can do is moan or sob out the occasional string of pleas for her to continue.

“I’ve got you. Gonna fill you right up.” She promises with a wicked grin.

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Mountain doesn’t so much say that he’s stressed. In fact he gets even quieter than usual. It's more so that he gets this look in his eyes and his body language becomes tight. Everything clearly becomes too loud, too bright, too much.

It's not that any of his packmates are bad at reading body language; and they’d certainly do anything they could to help. Cirrus is just the one who often picks up on it first these days; what with Aether often busy in the infirmary and Dew sometimes overwhelmed by his own stressors. As a result they have a little routine when his head gets loud and even his skin feels too tight.

Cirrus notices, sees the way he carries tension like a weight on his back. If Mountain is dragging his feet coming to her, she’ll initiate for him. A look, a text, and beckoning to her room. She’ll invite (or if necessary, drag) him into her nest, shut the door, dim the lights, and as he settles on her bed she’ll grab a few hanks of rope.

She always goes for the softest weaves, which she of course has in every shade of the rainbow, and lets Mountain pick what color he wants. Green today.

While she unwinds the rope he strips down as far as he’s comfortable. Sometimes he prefers to stay fully dressed, other times he’ll strip down to his boxers. It's about comfort rather than access. In these moments the use of rope is purely about deep pressure and relaxation. No chasing pain or pleasure highs, just grounding sensation and breathwork. Today's one of those days he wears a sweatshirt like a shield from the world so Cirrus is happy to work around it.

She hugs him first. Wraps her arms around him like she’ll soon replicate with rope. It's to help Mountain transition from the noise and responsibilities outside her door into a calmer headspace. She kicks up a purr and preens him, finger combing through his hair and removing the errant leaf or twig. He closes his eyes and focuses on his breath, in and out in counts of four.

When he’s ready, he’ll murmur an okay. They’ll check in, briefly discuss what he wants for the session. Then Cirrus will give him a peck on the cheek and grab the first hank.

Today is a full body tie. She starts with a simple diamond chest harness without any arm restriction and a quick release. It’ll feel like a hug with limited risk for triggering Mountain’s claustrophobia. Then it's onto his legs. Slightly more restrictive with two double column ties; one each right above his knees and at his ankles. These too can be released quickly if need be though.

She checks in throughout, asking about pressure and comfort. She asks the questions in such a way to have yes or no answers as much as possible just to make it easier on him. When she’s done tying she's always careful to stay in arms reach; Mountain gets clingy as his head starts to quiet. The longest she steps away is to light a stick of incense, patchouli because it's Mountain’s favorite, and then she's curling up next to him.

She lays her head on his chest, then her whole body and Mountain pulls her closer. She’s perfectly happy to act as a living weighted blanket if it puts her pack mate further at ease. If anything it's the perfect spot to nuzzle into him and start to relax herself. She nuzzles at his neck where his scent is the strongest, pleased to find the scent of fir trees vibrant, the stink of anxiety and unease fading away with each rise and fall of his chest.

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Phantom was intent on being on his best behavior when Omega told him he would be performing a physical later that afternoon. Beyond thrilled that Omega trusts him on his own, Phantom eagerly goes over the steps in his mind, beforehand. Unfortunately, all that promptly goes out the window when he steps into the exam room.

“Dew?”

The fire ghoul sits stiffly on the exam table. He seems unsure of where to put his hands.

“Hey Bug? Why do you look so shocked?” Even as he says it, he sounds surprised himself.

“N-nothing!” In truth he figured Aether would handle his mate’s appointments but he must be busy.

Dew blinks but lets it go, seemingly distracted if the way his tail swishes irregularly is any indicator.

Phantom fights to regain his cool and professional affect.

“S-so we're just going to do a routine check up today if that's alright.”

“I feel fine but Aether insists it's necessary so, whatever.” The slashing of Dew’s tail picks up speed and force and he stares somewhere over Phantom’s shoulder.

Dew clearly isn’t thrilled to be here and Phantom is terrified to mess up under his scrutiny, so the quint gets to work so they can both get this over with.

“Going to start with checking your blood pressure. Raise your arm for me please.”

Phantom goes through the motions of checking vitals. Blood pressure is fine, ears, nose, and throat are good, temperature sits at a high fever but that's normal for a fire ghoul. Indeed everything is as expected until Phantom takes out his stethoscope to find Dew’s heart rate is elevated beyond a typical resting rate.

That's when Phantom finally figures it out. Dew isn’t so much annoyed to be here as he is nervous.

He opens his mouth to ask but quickly shuts it. He doesn’t want to make Dew any more uncomfortable. Instead he opts for softening his voice and keeping his touches light and gentle.

“Everything looks good. You’re doing great.” Settling his stethoscope back around his neck, he goes to mark things off on his clipboard. He just misses how Dew’s cheeks take on a shade of pink. “Just need to have you change into a gown real quick so we can check a few things. Is that okay?”

“Yeah.” Dew sighs, already reaching down to unlace his boots. The motion hides his face.

Phantom gingerly sets a cloth gown on the table next to him.

“Okay, I'll step out while you change.”

As he shuts the door, Phantom has to admit this whole song and dance of attempting to conserve privacy is odd when he’s going to be lifting the gown anyway. Plus they’ve literally had sex so many times. It’d be less awkward for Phantom to stay in the room and watch. Still he counts down five minutes in his head before knocking and coming back in.

Clad in a ridiculous paisley patterned gown made of the scratchiest cotton known to man, Dew looks somehow even more uncomfortable. The gown swamps him, and yet barely covers much at all. His arms are wrapped around himself, probably feeling the cool air of the exam room even more acutely thanks to his perpetually overwarm core.

“Okay, just lay on your back for me, please. I’m just going to feel a few places to make sure everything is normal.”

As Dew settles back, Phantom’s sure to adjust the paper wrapped pillow so Dew can be as comfortable as possible. He pulls on a pair of gloves, missing how Dew flinches when he accidentally snaps one against his wrist.

Phantom starts at Dew’s neck, palpitating the column of his throat to check his thyroid and lymph nodes. His throat bobs as he swallows under the brush of his fingers.

Then Phantom moves down over his shoulders to his chest. Even through the gown, a finger accidentally catches on one of the rings Dew has threaded through his nipples. Dew inhales sharply and Phantom is instantly apologizing.

“Ahh sorry. You okay?”

Dew’s expression looks strained but he nods.

“I’ll be quick, I promise.”

Phantom speeds through the rest, pressing his fingers over Dew’s stomach then his thighs and shins. Feeling nothing abnormal, he looks back up.

“Okay, last thing. Is it okay if I take a look at your scrotum?”

The clinical word feels odd on Phantom’s tongue when he’s used much more colorful language to describe Dew’s anatomy in the bedroom. To his surprise though, Dew is the one visibly flushed. Even as he squeaks out a yes, his jaw is tight and his fists are clenched.

Vowing to get this over and then flee to break down in embarrassment alone in the supply closet, Phantom lifts the hem of Dew’s gown. Then nearly drops it in shock.

Dew is stupidly hard, tip as flushed as his face and even sticky with pre.

It seems Phantom miscalculated. Dew is nervous yes, but not so much from a fear of medical checkups. No, not fear…

Dew’s gone wide eyed and looks about ready to flee himself, all his usual bravado nowhere to be seen. Fortunately this is a problem Phantom knows exactly how to help with.

“Hey Dew, it's okay.” He lets the hem fall from his hand and instead pat Dew’s hip reassuringly. “You know of all ghouls I don’t get to judge.”

Dew huffs, a wavery smile gracing his lips without his permission.

“Well,” he swallows. “Aeth usually handles appointments for me and he likes to make sure I’m, uh, comfortable.” He says it to the ceiling, only glancing down at the quint after a long moment.

“Of course.” Phantom is grinning now. “Can’t have you leaving with any concerns left unaddressed.”

He smoothes his gloved hand over the part of Dew’s thigh that the hiked up gown doesn’t cover. He can feel the muscles there twitch at the ticklish sensation. Dew regards him now, pupils blown.

“Let me take care of you. Doctor’s orders.”