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hanalyrata · 2 months ago

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Three's a Crowd - SwissDewTom

Pairing: Dewdrop/Phantom/Swiss Summary: Just wanted to wreck a bug. Warnings: Voyeurism, double penetration, anal threesome.

Word Count: 4.7k [AO3 Link] / Banners by @cafekitsune

The air in the ministry’s chapel was thick with heat and the lingering scent of incense, a flicker of candles casting long shadows across the walls as Swiss loomed over Dewdrop. Dew’s back arched off the rough altar beneath him, the unforgiving stone scraping his skin as Swiss drove into him, relentless and unyielding. The pain from the stone was sharp, a contrast to Swiss’s blunt heat, combining into a sensation that made his head spin.

Swiss’s hands were everywhere, roaming over the fire ghoul’s body with a feral intensity that left fingerprint bruises in their wake. Sharp teeth finding Dew’s neck, fangs dragging against skin before he bit down hard, drawing a gasp that turned into a moan as beads of blood bubbled to the surface. The sound made Swiss groan in response, his hips snapping forward with even more force.

“Look at you, how much you love this,” Swiss growled against Dew’s neck, his voice rough, dripping with something primal. He pulled back enough to catch Dew’s gaze, his golden eyes darkened with desire, “Being used like this, fucking ruined on this altar.”

Dew couldn’t answer—his breath knocked from him with each well-timed thrust. His hands scrambled against Swiss’s shoulders, sharp nails leaving trails down his skin, pinpricks digging, almost drawing red. His lips were parted, stuttering breaths spilling out as he nodded frantically, his words failing him in a haze of pleasure and pain. “Words, Dew,” Swiss commanded, his hand coming up to grip Dew’s jaw as his thumb pressed against Dew’s bottom lip, “Tell me you love this.”

“Fuck, yes,” Dew gasped, his voice cracking as his head tipped back against the altar, “Swiss, I—fuck—I love this.” Swiss’s grin widened, something dangerous and smug in the curve of his lips. His hand left Dew’s jaw to wrap around his throat, tight at the pulse point, cutting the circulation just enough to make Dew's vision wobble at the edges before releasing him again. The pressure sent a sharp spike of euphoria through Dew, his back bowing as he writhed under Swiss, thighs trembling as he tried to keep up with the relentless pace. The sting of the altar against his back only heightened everything, grounding him in the moment as Swiss filled him over and over again, every thrust making his nerves sing. Swiss’s free hand slid down Dew’s chest, his fingers finding the piercings in his nipples. He twisted them roughly, pulling a whine from Dew’s lips as his body jerked beneath him. The sound made Swiss growl low in his throat, his pace stuttering for a fraction of a second before he slammed back into him with renewed force.

“Fuck, look at you, Dew,” Swiss bit out, his breath hot against Dew’s ear as he leaned in closer, “Marked up, under me, taking everything I give you. Like you were made for this.”

The connection between them felt electric, every drag of Swiss’s cock inside him lighting up every nerve ending in white-hot sensation. The rough surface of the altar, the bite of Swiss’s teeth, the bruising grip of his hands—blending together into something almost overwhelming.

Swiss shifted slightly, angling his hips just right, and Dew gasped, fingertips, nails puncturing the multi’s skin with a hiss. “That’s it,” Swiss murmured, his voice low and teasing as he leaned down to press his lips against Dew’s in a bruising kiss, teeth latching onto his lower lip before he pulled back, “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? Going to make a mess of yourself right here on this altar.”

Dew nodded frantically, his breaths coming in short, desperate gasps as his nails bit into Swiss’s shoulders, “Swiss—fuck—I’m close,” he managed to choke out, his voice breaking. Swiss’s grin widened, his hand sliding down between them to wrap around Dew’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts, "Then come for me, firefly."

Deep in the shadows of the chapel, unbeknownst to the two, or so he thought, was Phantom, crouched low behind the pews, breathing unsteadily as his pulse hammered in his ears. He’d clamped his hand over his mouth to muffle the quiet whimpers that threatened to escape with every sound that echoed from the altar.

He hadn’t meant to linger, wandering back into the chapel after the others had left their ritual like he was drawn to something. But what he found had rooted him to the spot, wide-eyed and trembling. His quintessence tethered to Dewdrop without conscious thought, drawn in by the raw force of what the fire ghoul was feeling. It wasn’t intentional but once the connection snapped into place, it was impossible to ignore. The sensations rolled through him like a tide, threatening to pull him under. Phantom gasped, the ghosting sensations curling low in his belly, making his thighs quiver as he pressed himself tightly into the shadows.

Each thrust Swiss gave was mirrored in Phantom’s body, the stretch and fullness making him shudder. He could feel Dew’s sharp breaths, the ache of pleasure-pain that bordered on too much but not enough all at once. Swiss’s voice cut through the haze, a low rumble that sent shivers down Phantom’s spine. “You were made for this, weren't you?” The words weren’t even meant for him, but Phantom felt the weight of them as if they were whispered directly into his ear. Phantom’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his body trembling as the sensations left him gasping against the wood of the pew. His cock was hard, aching, straining against his jeans as he tried to will himself to stay still, to not draw attention. But every moan, every wet, slick sound from the altar made it harder to resist.

The connection thrummed through Phantom and he pressed a trembling hand against his own cock through the fabric, unable to ignore the ache any longer. Dew’s voice cracked on a moan, his hips jerking as Swiss’s hand slid between them to stroke him. Phantom felt it as if it were his own, the slick slide of Swiss’s palm, the rising tension in Dew’s body, the tightening coil that promised release. He bit down harder on his hand, drawing his thumb between his lips, thighs shaking as his own body responded, desperate and needy.

And then Swiss’s voice cut through the haze again, lower and rougher than before, tinged with a dangerous affection, “Then come for me, firefly." Phantom’s eyes squeezed shut as Dew let out a broken, shuddering moan, the force of his release crashing through the connection and sending Phantom spiralling. He pressed his forehead hard against the pew, knowing it would leave a mark he’d have to explain later, his hand clutching at the wood as he tried to steady himself.

Dew’s release reverberated through the connection, an aftershock that left Phantom’s thighs trembling as he clenched his fist against his cock to keep from losing control completely. His lip was caught hard between his teeth, the sting grounding him enough to stay quiet.

Swiss shifted then, and for a terrifying moment, Phantom thought he’d been caught. The taller ghoul’s gaze flicked briefly toward the chapel’s rows of pews, a sharpness to his eyes as if he sensed something just out of sight. Phantom’s breath caught, his muscles going rigid as he pressed himself lower into the shadows, praying that the darkness would be enough to keep him hidden. Swiss smirked faintly and returned his focus to Dew, his hands running over Dew’s sides in a way that sent a fresh jolt of sensation through Phantom. He curled into himself, trying to quiet the erratic pounding of his heart. "You're going to take everything, firefly, every last drop." That was the last Phantom heard as Swiss’s release surged through the connection with a force that made Phantom’s knees buckle. He felt the searing heat of it as if it were inside him, every pulse and throb as vivid as if he were the one pinned beneath Swiss. He needed to leave. Needed to untether himself and get the hell out of the chapel before he pushed his luck any further. He swallowed thickly and began to inch backward, careful to avoid the creak of wood underfoot. His own body ached from the unspent tension, skin tingling with a feeling he couldn’t describe, but he didn’t dare linger any longer.

Behind him, the sounds from the altar began to quiet, Swiss’s stuttered breathing mingling with Dew’s soft, satisfied hums. Phantom was acutely aware of how exposed he was, how easily he could be caught if he didn’t move now. He braced himself against the pew, his legs shaky as he tried to push himself upright. That’s when he heard it.

A shuffle of movement. A low, rumbling voice that sent a jolt of panic straight through him. Swiss.

“Did you hear something?” Phantom froze, his breath hitching audibly before he could stop it. His hand flew to his mouth, stifling the sound as he pressed himself as low as possible behind the pew. His heart pounded against his ribs, terror spiking through him as he imagined Swiss’s golden gaze sweeping the chapel.

Dew’s voice was lighter, teasing, “What, like someone spying on us?” There was a pause followed by an amused chuckle that made Phantom’s face burn, “Let them watch.”

Swiss didn’t respond immediately, and Phantom held his breath, every muscle in his body tensed as he waited. The moment stretched on until eventually, he heard the faint movement of Swiss shifting his weight back to the altar, the low murmur of his voice too quiet to make out. Phantom exhaled shakily, his legs turning to jelly as relief flooded through him. He pulled himself to his feet, keeping low enough to stay hidden to start his escape. Or so he thought. He barely had time to take a step before he felt it—a hand clamping around the back of his collar and yanking him backward. He yelped, his balance faltering as he was pulled out of the shadows and into the dim light of the chapel. His wide, startled eyes locked onto Swiss, whose sharp grin held equal parts amusement and predatory intent.

“Well, well,” Swiss drawled, his voice low and teasing as he tugged Phantom closer, “What do we have here? A little voyeur?” “I—I wasn’t—I mean—” Phantom stammered, his face flushing a furious red. His words tumbled over themselves, and he looked anywhere but at the altar where Dew was sitting up now, his sweat-slicked chest heaving as he smirked down at the scene. “Caught you, huh?” Dew teased, his voice a throaty purr as he leaned forward on his elbows. His blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he tilted his head, “How long were you sitting there, bug?" Phantom made a strangled sound, his hands flying to his face, “I didn’t mean to—!” he started, but Swiss cut him off with a laugh, releasing his collar only to wrap an arm around his waist, spinning him to face Dew. “Didn’t mean to?” Swiss repeated, leaning down to speak low against Phantom’s ear, “So, you’re telling me you tripped and fell into tethering your quintessence to Dew and thought, ‘Oh, this is fine’?” He nuzzled into the quint’s neck with a purr, feeling the shiver under his hands that reverberated from the smaller ghoul, “Don’t lie to me, bug.” Phantom’s shoulders hunched, his face a burning shade of crimson as Swiss’s words sank in. He squirmed, torn between wanting to bolt and wanting the floor to open and take him back to the pits, “I didn’t mean for it to— I just—” “You just wanted to feel good, didn’t you?” Dew interjected smoothly, his grin widening as he beckoned Phantom closer, “Don’t be shy about it. We’re not mad."

Swiss chuckled, his grip firm but not unkind as he guided Phantom toward the altar, “Not at all,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of Phantom’s ear, making him shiver, “Touched yourself, didn’t you? Couldn’t help yourself.” Phantom squeaked, his hands fluttering uselessly as he tried to formulate a response. He was saved—momentarily—by Dew, who reached out and caught one of his hands, pulling him between them. “Relax, bug,” Dew said, his voice softer now but no less teasing. His fingers brushed against Phantom’s wrist, soothing and steady, “You're cute when you’re flustered.” Swiss hummed his agreement, his hands settling on Phantom’s hips from behind, “The cutest,” his voice was warm and low as he pressed close, caging Phantom between his body and Dew’s, “And lucky for him, we’re feeling generous tonight.” Phantom’s breath hitched, his heart pounding as he looked between them. Dew’s gaze was intense, heat pooling in his eyes to match the smirk curling his lips, doing little to distract from Swiss’s hands that were firm and unyielding, pressing indents into his hips.

“I—I don’t—” Phantom started, but Dew cut him off with a gentle tug, pulling him closer until their faces were inches apart. “Don’t overthink it,” Dew smirked, his lips brushing Phantom’s in the faintest ghost of a kiss, “You’ve been good, haven’t you? Watching quietly, keeping it all to yourself. Don’t you think you deserve a little reward?” Swiss’s hands slid up Phantom’s sides, his lips curling into a grin as he leaned down to nip at the side of his neck, “Let us make you feel good,” he murmured, his voice rough and inviting, “You want that, don’t you?” Phantom swallowed hard, his head spinning as their words sank in. He was trembling, his body a mix of nervousness and anticipation, but he nodded slowly, his voice barely above a whisper, “Yes.”

Swiss’s grin widened against Phantom’s neck, his fangs grazing the sensitive skin there as he growled low and satisfied, “Good boy.” Dew chuckled softly, his hands steady as they slid over Phantom’s chest, toying with the buttons of his shirt, easing them open one by one. “See? That wasn’t so hard,” Dew whispered, eyes glinting with mischief as he pushed Phantom’s shirt off his shoulders, letting it pool at his feet, “You’re already halfway there.” Phantom flinched, his cheeks burning as he stood caught between them. Swiss’s hands were a constant warmth on his hips as Dew’s deft fingers danced over his exposed skin, tracing every trembling line of muscle. “Relax, bug,” Dew murmured, his lips curving into a softer smile now as he pressed a kiss to Phantom’s collarbone, tongue flicking out to taste the beads of sweat that had begun to gather, “We’ve got you.” Swiss hummed in agreement as his hands slid lower, hooking his thumbs through the loops of his jeans before tugging at the fabric. He savoured the way Phantom squirmed, hearing the stutter in his breathing as he tried to keep composed, “You’re gonna let us take care of you, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through Phantom’s chest. Phantom nodded hesitantly, his voice catching in his throat, “Y-yeah,” his hands gripped the edge of the altar for support as his knees wobbled.

“That’s my good little bug,” Swiss said, his tone laced with pride as he pulled Phantom’s pants down, leaving him bare. Dew’s hands slid lower, brushing over Phantom’s thighs, coaxing a shiver out of him as his eyes snapped up to meet the fire ghoul's. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Phantom’s lips, teasing and unhurried. Phantom gasped against him, his hands trembling as they hovered in the air before finally settling on Dew’s shoulders. Swiss shifted behind Phantom, his arms keeping the smaller ghoul pressed tight against him and with a low, commanding murmur, guided them both down to the floor, settling himself with his back against the edge of the altar. Phantom was pliant in his hold, his breath hitching as Swiss hooked his legs over his thighs, spreading him open and leaving him utterly vulnerable. “Look at you,” Dew murmured, crouching down in front of them, his sharp eyes drinking in every inch of Phantom’s exposed form, “So fucking pretty like this.” His voice was heavy with something possessive and Phantom squirmed in Swiss's lap, cheeks flushing as he watched Dew settle between his legs.

His touch was light at first, skimming over pale, unmarked thighs whilst Swiss’s hands framed Phantom’s waist, holding him steady, his lips brushing against Phantom’s ear as he spoke, his voice low and soothing, “Stay still for Dew,” his tone made it clear there was no room for disobedience. Phantom nodded, his breath catching as Dew’s fingers dipped lower, coated in slick, slow and deliberate as he teased the first finger inside the quint. Phantom’s head fell back against Swiss’s shoulder, a soft whimper escaping his lips as Dew added a second finger, the stretch making his legs tremble. “Fuck,” Dew muttered, his free hand splaying against Phantom’s inner thigh to hold him open as he worked his fingers deeper, “You’re so tight, Phantom.” His voice was a mixture of praise and teasing and Phantom felt his face heat even more, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps, "Stay still, bug," Phantom tried, but it was impossible to stay still as Dew’s fingers curled, finding that spot inside him that made him see stars. He bucked against Swiss, his thighs trembling as Dew’s grin widened. “That’s it,” Dew purred, his movements unrelenting as he worked Phantom over, driving him to the brink, “Let me hear you.”

Phantom was too lost in the sensations to respond, his voice catching in his throat as Dew pressed deeper. It wasn’t until Swiss shifted behind him, his hand sliding down to grip his hip, that Phantom realized what was coming next. Swiss’s cock pressed against him, hot and slick and Phantom’s gasped sharply as he felt the stretch of Swiss pushing inside. Dew pulled his fingers free, his hand coming up to press gently against Phantom’s stomach as he leaned in close. “Breathe, bug,” Dew murmured, his tone softer now as he watched Phantom’s face, his thumb stroking over his skin, “You can take him.” Swiss groaned low in his throat as he sank in deeper, his hands holding Phantom steady as he took his time, “Fuck, Phantom,” Swiss rasped, his voice thick with need as he bottomed out, his chest heaving against Phantom’s back, “You feel so fucking good.” Dew’s hand slid lower, wrapping around Phantom’s length and stroking him slowly, his smirk returning as Phantom whimpered, his body trembling between them, “He’s a mess already,” Dew teased, his voice low and teasing, “And we’ve only just started.”

Swiss chuckled breathlessly, his hips rocking slightly as he adjusted his grip on Phantom, his lips brushing against the side of his neck, “We’ll see how long he lasts,” Dew grinned, leaning in to kiss Phantom deeply as Swiss began to move, each thrust slow and deliberate, drawing a broken moan from Phantom’s lips which he swallowed down eagerly. He pulled away, looking down, a groan escaping him as he watched Swiss move, the slick sound making him feel just a bit left out. Then, he had an idea as his eyes met Swiss's amongst the haze, “Think he can take us both?” Swiss’s hands tightened on Phantom’s hips, holding him still as Dew’s suggestion hung in the air. Phantom’s breath caught, his chest heaving as his eyes widened in brief panic that quickly melted into anticipation. “N-no!” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper as he shook his head, pulling his gaze away from Dew as a flush crept up his neck. His hands were first to betray him though, squeezing Swiss’s thigh, pulling him close. Swiss chuckled low in his throat, pressing a kiss to Phantom’s shoulder, “That’s not a ‘no’ I believe, bug,” Dew leaned forward, his lips brushing against Phantom’s ear as his palm slid over his thigh, finding his hands, lacing their fingers, “You know the words if you need them,” he gave his fingers a gentle squeeze before releasing them, dancing a path back across Phantom’s pale skin.

“We’ll take care of you,” he purred, the edge of his teeth scraping the quint’s earlobe, “Make you feel so fucking good, bug.” Phantom whimpered, his head falling back against Swiss’s shoulder as his breathing quickened. He couldn’t say no, not when the promise of what they were offering sent heat pooling low in his stomach. Dew moved closer, positioning himself between Phantom’s legs as his hand slipped down to rub over his inner thigh in soothing circles, “I’ll go slow,” he promised, though his teasing smirk never faltered, “You’ll be so full of us, Phantom. You won’t even remember your own name by the time we’re done.” Phantom tried to protest again, but the words turned into a gasping whine as Dew pressed the slick head of his cock against him, right beside Swiss. The pressure was immediate and overwhelming, the stretch making Phantom’s head fall back against Swiss’s shoulder as his mouth fell open in a silent moan.

“Fuck,” Swiss groaned, his voice strained as he felt Dew begin to push in beside him. The sensation was like nothing he’d ever felt before, the tight heat of Phantom’s body squeezing them both. “Breathe,” Dew reminded Phantom softly, though there was an unmistakable hunger in his tone as he pushed deeper, his hips rolling in slow, deliberate movements. Phantom’s breath caught, his hands scrabbling for purchase against Swiss’s thighs as his body trembled. “Dew,” Phantom whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper, his head lolling against Swiss as he clung to him. “You’re okay,” Swiss murmured against his ear, his voice heavy with both arousal and reassurance, tinged with a bit of pride, “You’re doing so good, bug. Just a little more.”

Dew groaned low in his throat as he finally settled fully, his forehead falling against Phantom’s shoulder as he shuddered, “Holy shit,” he rasped, his hands gripping Phantom’s hips tightly as he tried to compose himself, “He’s—fuck, Swiss. He’s so tight like this.” Swiss let out a ragged breath, his arms tightening around Phantom as he struggled to hold himself back, nuzzling against his temple in affection, “I know,” he muttered, his voice strained, “He’s perfect.” Phantom whimpered again, his body trembling between them as he tried to adjust to the impossible fullness. Every nerve buzzed under his skin, every inch of him oversensitive and overwhelmed, and yet he couldn’t stop the heat coiling in his gut, the pleasure building until it was almost unbearable. “Look at you,” Dew murmured, his voice softer now as he cupped Phantom’s cheek, guiding him to meet his gaze, “Ruined, so full of us both, greedy little thing." Phantom could only manage a broken moan in response, his hands gripping Swiss’s thighs tightly as Dew began to move, slow and careful at first. The friction of their bodies together, the slick glide of skin against skin, was too much, too good, and Phantom’s head fell back with a gasp, his body arching into every movement. Dew’s movements were calculated, slow at first, drawing every moan and shudder he could from Phantom. His grin wolfish as he watched the smaller ghoul dissolve between them, every roll of his hips dragging a desperate sound from Phantom’s lips. “You’re so loud, Phantom,” Dew teased, though his voice was heavy with heat, “Think the others can hear you? Think they know how good you feel right now, stuffed full like this?”

Phantom shook his head weakly, his nails digging into Swiss’s thighs as he struggled to form words, but all that escaped were stuttered gasps. He bit his lip hard enough to sting, trying to keep himself quiet, but Dew’s pace quickened and it was a losing battle. Swiss groaned, his hips jerking as Dew’s movements grew rougher, more desperate, “Fuck, Dew,” he rasped, his chest heaving, “I’m close.” Dew’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he leaned in, his lips brushing Phantom’s. “Hear that, bug?” he murmured. “You gonna stay pretty for us like this? Take every drop?” Phantom whined, his body clenching around them as Dew’s words pushed him closer to the edge. His breath came in ragged gasps, his head falling back against Swiss as his body trembled uncontrollably. Swiss groaned loudly, his hands gripping Phantom’s hips as he spilled inside him, the heat of his release tipping Phantom over the edge. Phantom’s vision blurred as his release crashed over him, his body shaking violently as he cried out, the sound muffled as Swiss's hand shot to his mouth to stifle it.

Dew followed moments later, his grip tightening on Phantom’s cock as he emptied himself alongside Swiss, the intensity leaving the three of them trembling and breathless.

Swiss was the first to shift, though his body protested every motion. He groaned softly, his arms still cradling Phantom against him. Dew had slumped forward, his forehead resting on Phantom's shoulder, his fingers twitching weakly against the smaller ghoul’s skin. Swiss exhaled a ragged breath, his voice a low rumble as he murmured, "Alright, we’ve gotta… move." Phantom whimpered, his head shaking against Swiss’s chest, “N-not yet. I can’t… I can’t feel my legs.” Dew chuckled hoarsely, his voice dripping with exhaustion and amusement, “Swiss is right, bug,” He kissed the damp curve of Phantom’s shoulder, his sharp teeth grazing lightly before pulling back with a sigh, “We’re a mess. We’ve gotta clean up before anyone stumbles in here and sees the state of us.” Swiss shifted Phantom slightly, his grip still firm but gentle. He could feel the smaller ghoul trembling, his body completely wrecked, “You’re not moving anywhere, bug,” His voice softened as he brushed a hand down Phantom’s back, tracing soothing circles over his skin, “Dew, grab the towels from the side room. Should be a stash in the closet.” Dew groaned in protest but managed to stand, his legs shaky beneath him as he stumbled toward the door. He shot a teasing glance over his shoulder, “Don’t let him pass out before I get back.” Swiss snorted softly, adjusting Phantom in his lap as Dew disappeared, “Like I’d let that happen.” Dew returned moments later, towels draped over one arm and a bottle of water in his hand, “Found these,” he said, tossing the water to Swiss before kneeling beside them. He used a towel to gently clean Phantom, his movements surprisingly careful and tender, “You’re lucky we’re so good to you, bug.” Phantom groaned softly, his body flinching at the sensitivity as Dew worked, “I feel…" he searched for words but came up empty, sighing into Swiss's arms, feeling the pull of sleep starting to drag him under. “Don't need words, bug. We know we're good at this,” Dew teased, but his grin softened as he met Phantom’s eyes, “We didn’t push you too far, did we?” Phantom shook his head, a tired smile tugging at his lips, “No. Just… give me a year to recover.” Swiss snorted, “We’ll give you until tomorrow,” he teased, his voice warm with affection, brushing a kiss over Phantom’s temple as the smaller ghoul began to doze against him. He felt a presence next to him as Dew dropped onto the floor beside them with a dramatic sigh, “We’re not getting back to our rooms tonight, are we?” Swiss shook his head, his arms tightening around Phantom as he settled back against the cool stone, “Nah. We’re staying right here.” He glanced down at Phantom, his expression softening as he watched the smaller ghoul sleep, “He’s out.” Dew leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to Swiss’s lips before brushing his fingers through Phantom’s hair. They’d be here all night, but none of them minded. Dew sighed, curling up against Swiss's side with a smile as he watched the quint doze between them, “Good. He deserves it.”

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