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arsonyard · 10 months

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@st-danger said horn play and I said okay let's make Mountain cum in his pants about it

roughly 1.3k of mountrain morning head and new discoveries under the cut

(ft transmasc rain, use of cunt/clit/etc for his anatomy)

(secretly for @forlorn-crows teehee)

Most mornings, Mountain wakes slowly. Rises with the sun, his east-facing windows allowing in the first rays of the dawn's light. Most mornings he heads to the kitchen to get his day started with a froofy cup of coffee for his barefooted walk to the greenhouse.

Today though, Mountain woke up chubby. Bulging in his boxers and curled up against a still-snoozing Rain. He'd just looked so pretty and serene that Mountain couldn't help himself from indulging his baser needs.

Nothing too lascivious - he'd kissed Rain's arm and shoulder, rubbed at his chest, soft stimulation intended to wake. It's true that Rain doesn't mind being played with in his sleep, enjoys it even, but Mountain always prefers him awake. He's always noisier that way.

Rain had woken slowly, humming at the feel of Mountain's hands, of his lips. He'd rubbed his ass back against his half-hard cock with an amused chirrup, had let Mountain move him onto his back with coaxing hands. Not a word needed between them, not when Mountain's mouth busies itself with Rain's throat.

Twenty minutes later, Rain's groaning and stretching like a cat while Mountain dips his tongue into his navel. Rain chitters happily, letting Mountain take his time. His cock hangs heavy in boxers, twitching with every breathy sigh Rain offers him. He looks up to find Rain flushed and smiling, pink tongue slipping out over his lower lip.

"I love when you have morning wood." They both chuckle, and Rain reaches down to run an affectionate hand through Mountain's hair, and a cool fingers grazes the base of one of his horns.

Mountain gives a completely involuntary soft sigh and shivers at the brief contact, and misses the way Rain's eyebrow twitches upward. He doesnt speak on it, though. Simply lets Mountian continue his worshipful line of kisses.

He works his way down Rain's happy trail, over his hip, along the milky stretch of his thigh, sliding back as he does. Shimmying until he's on his knees at the end of the bed, elbows on the mattress. Mountain gets a grip on the backs of his knees and tugs him down while Rain giggles, wiggling his hips to aid the slide. Mountain watches him grab a pillow and stick it behind his head, getting himself comfy for the show. Rain offers Mountain a lazy smile.

"Someone's eager," he teases, though his voice is kind.

"Can't help it," Mountain purrs, resting his head on Rain's slender thigh. "Not when you look so good. Smell so good."

Mountain shifts forward and presses his nose to the slightly damp crotch of Rain's sleep shorts to breathe him in deep, groaning on exhale. He plants a kiss just above the spot where Rain's rapidly thickening clit makes itself known - a sweet litte bump in the fabric - and looks up at him with heavy eyes.

"Let me taste you?"

Rain smiles.

"I don't know why you aren't already, sweet pea."

Mountain purrs deep in his chest and ducks back down to lap at damp cotton. It tastes divine, like sea-sweet air mixed with just a touch of floral fabric softener. The shorts are thin, and in no time at all Mountain can make out the plump outline of Rain's folds. The sound he makes at the sight has them both throbbing.

Above him, Rain lets out soft vocalizations. Not quite moans, but pleased sounds nonetheless. Rain doesn't rush him, and Mountain is eternally grateful for it. Not that he has much patience this particular morning, not when his cock is so hard he can feel it poking out of the leg of his boxers. Can feel it leaking against his thigh.

He wastes no more time, hooking two fingers into the crotch of those shorts and tugging them to the side. Mountain grunts, a gut-punched sound. The same one he always makes when he has the privilege of enjoying this view; Rain is beautiful everywhere, and his cunt is no exception.

Mountain runs reverent fingers between his legs, caressing soft, swollen lips coated with slick. Dragging through soft hair. Rain's little dick pokes out from his folds in a way that makes Mountain's mouth water, pink and stiff and just long enough for him to bob his head over. He grazes gentle fingers over Rain's entrance and the other ghoul gasps, twitching at the prospect of Mountain's touch.

Mountain doesn't slip those long digits inside, though. He's too enraptured by the feel of Rain's long lips Too busy spreading them wide to get a good look at his hole, wet and open. To watch him clench around nothing. It's enough to make a ghoul drool, and Mountain does, right down his chin.

Rain chokes on his eagerness, breath catching in his throat when Mountain buries his face in his cunt and presses a suddenly unglamoured tongue inside. He arches off the mattress with a tight cry, the hand in Mountain's hair gripping hard. The other flies to his chest, plucking at a still-puckered nipple, tender and purple for how long Mountain spent working his little tits. Mountain's tongue hits every good spot Rain has, he thinks. Wriggling, working to wring the neediest little noises from Rain's throat.

Mountain loses himself in this every time, in the feel of Rain overwhelming his senses. His voice, his taste, his scent - to say nothing of the way Mountain has the perfect view of Rain's pleasure-slackened features. His hung jaw and darkened eyes, his flushed cheeks and mussed hair. Mountain can't look away.

"So good," Rain pants, moving to abuse his other nipple. "So fucking good with that tongue, Mount."

He scratches his claws along Mountain's scalp and Mountain shivers, cock spitting more pre over his thigh. It aches for the lack of attention it's gotten, his balls too, but Mountain ignores it all. Too lost in what he gets out of eating Rain like a man starved to worry about something as trivial as his own needs.

Rain's rolling his hips now, grinding against Mountain's face and drenching him from nose to chin. Mountain's head feels foggy; he's drowning in Rain's...everything, and the only thing that keeps him from passing out is the firm brush of that stiff clit over the bridge of his nose.

He pulls back just enough to breathe for a moment, tongue still working at a good spot just inside Rain's entrance, and the move makes Rain's hand slip. It slides from Mountain's hair, and the side of Rain's finger drags along the spot where Mountain's horn meets his skin. Just for a moment.

The reaction is immediate and embarrassingly obvious; Mountain lets out a choked cry and pulls his tongue back, gasping and grabbing at Rain's thigh. Rain peers down at him, past his own heaving chest, and Mountain can see the gears in his head turning. Rain grins, rubs that sensitive spot again with definite intent, and Mountain shakes with the intense, sudden burn in his gut. Again, his cock leaks.

"Oh."

"R-Rain," Mountain stammers, licking his lips, "Rainy, please -"

Rain's smirk falters for a moment, and Mountain knows it's because of the hurt in his voice. He moves to pull his hand away, but Mountain grabs his wrist before he can.

"Do that," he mumbles, a little shy and a lot pleading, "do that again." Rain stares down at him, that grin back in full force. "Touch it, touch - oh fuck."

Mountain's eyes flutter when Rain drags the pads of two fingers along the base of one thick horn, slow half-circles. He swears he can feel every touch between his legs too, deep tension already starting to build in his gut. Rain pauses, bucks his hips, and Mountain refocuses, mouth watering at the sight of Rain's soaked cunt and hard little dick.

"Your turn," Rain coos, low. "C'mon baby, suck me off."

Mountain moans so deep Rain can feel it, and obliges. Wraps his lips around that gorgeous, fat clit, presses his tongue to the underside, and suckles.

Rain keens with it, tries instinctively to close his thighs, but only succeeds in getting his knees hooked over Mountain's shoulders. Mountain works him just the way he likes, with bobs of his head and broad, flat strokes of his now-glamoured tongue. It has him writhing, gasping and Mountain wishes he could see Rain like this always.

Rain does his part too, winding long fingers around the base of Mountain's horn and giving it a nice squeeze. The hand on his chest abandons his sore nipple, flying to Mountain's other horn to do the same, and Mountain's eyes cross. He feels a gush of a slick run down his chin and groans around Rain's short length, basking in the tight cry Rain looses at the vibration of it.

"Close," he gasps, "fuck, so close." The sound of Rain's strained words, the encroaching tightness of orgasm, has Mountian's neglected cock kicking hard. "Suck it, lick it," Rain pants, so clearly desperate, "fuck Mount make me cum, make me - oh fuck, oh -"

Rain's grip tightens, his left hand twists, and for a few long, blissful moments Mountian's world goes white.

He comes back to himself just in time to feel Rain's clit throb, his cunt clench, and manages to shove two fingers into that hungry hole just in time for Rain to cum on them. Mountain exhales hard through his nose when a rush of fluid coats his hand, working Rain through an orgasm that has his thighs shaking and his high, feminine cries bouncing off the walls.

He remains hyper aware of the way Rain's hands tremble around his horns, every twitch making him shiver and grunt. He pulls back when Rain hisses from sensitivity, burying his face in the crease of Rain's thigh instead and trying to catch his breath.

"Fuck," they groan in unison, and Rain laughs. He moves his hands from Mountain's and horns to his hair and Mountain can't help his whimper. Still, though, he lets Rain tug his gaze upwards. The smile he wears radiates warmth, but holds a certain sharpness.

"I know you came," Rain taunts, humor in his words. Mountain gives him a slow nod, trying to ignore the wetness of his boxers. "Who knew you were so weak for this?"

He drags a claw over the curve of Mountain's horn and Mountain winces, a shock straight to his balls.

"Sensitive," he hisses, and Rain sounds very amused.

"I'll keep that in mind," he says, a soft laugh close behind. He yawns soon after, tugs lightly on Mountain's hair. "Come back here," he murmurs, "it's too early to be awake."

Mountain would normally agree to disagree, but his body seems to be on Rain's side. He huffs out his own sleepy chuckle, kisses the inside of Rain's thigh and pushes himself up on wobbly legs. Strips off his boxers and uses them to wipe his face and the streaks of cum from his leg before dropping them on the floor, right on top of the little puddle he made there. Rain tosses his own messy shorts beside them and curls up on his side, patting the mattress in invitation.

Mountain yawns as he crawls back in and pulls Rain to his chest. They're both purring up a storm, and Mountian catches the other ghoul in a deep, lazy kiss. Rain hums at the taste of himself, hooks a leg over Mountain's hip and snuggles in close.

"I like learning new things about you," he mumbles, lips pressed to Mountain's throat. Mountain kisses the top of his head and sighs into his curls.

"I'm going to regret revealing that, aren't I?" He feels Rain's mischievous smile against his skin.

"Absolutely," he promises, "next time we wake up."

Mountain's spent cock twitches, and Rain laughs.

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