kinktober day 15
how about a little quint on quint rimming action? aether isnt taking any of aeon's bullshit. aeon knows who's boss.
Aether squeezes the smaller quint’s cheeks like he owns them, smirking behind his back when Aeon’s hole clenches and winks at him.
“You’re always so hungry,” Aether rumbles. “You and Rora both.”
Aeon sighs, dropping his chin to his chest and lifting his tail to expose himself further. It’s a bratty display, one that’s not fully intentional. Aether ghosts a fingertip over his ass and Aeon bites back a moan.
“But you keep feeding us,” he teases on a long exhale.
The bigger ghoul tuts. “You beg too well,” he says simply, circling that fluttering ring of muscle. “Too pretty. Can’t not indulge, little star.” He ponders for another moment, petting idly. Aeon’s cock twitches between his legs despite the lack of purposeful stimulation, and that’s all the signal Aether needs to go further. He removes his hand, and before Aeon can so much as sniff in annoyance, Aether leans in and spits a glob of saliva straight onto his tight hole.
“Ff—” Aeon cuts himself off, shaking his head.
Aether licks through it, spreading it over his hole, the cleft of his ass, the top of his sac. Another stifled sound wrenches itself from deeper in Aeon's throat.
"Let it out," Aether grumbles. "I know how much you like it."
"Don't—" he swirls the tip of his tongue around Aeon's rim, wet and dragging, making him stutter. "—don't know what you mean."
Brat, Aether pushes into his mind.
Aeon huffs a laugh but it's forced, hitching in his chest. He likes to play the brat, get Aether to work him over and wear him down.
Obviously, it’s a game Aeon almost always loses.
Aether hums and lays little kitten licks around his hole, sucking every so often at the sensitive skin outside the pucker. Aeon gasps with each one, tiny fissures forming in his petulant resolve.
So he keeps doing it. Licks him soft and slow, nipping at unpredictable intervals. Teasing the tip of his nose down the cleft of his ass. Pressing his mouth nice and close until Aeon’s finally panting, shoulders sagging with imaginary weight.
“Hnn, Aether,” he chokes out after the bigger ghoul’s teeth skirt a touch too close to his hole. “Get—get your tongue in there.”
“Now you want to tell me what to do?” Aether snaps, just firmly enough to get Aeon’s spine stiffening. He thinks maybe he’s misspoke before a teasing snicker reassures him.
But only a little. “I’ll lick you how I want,” Aether rumbles, placing a heavy-handed smack on one of his cheeks for a surprise sting. He licks a stripe from the swell of his balls back to his hole, groaning when it flutters under his tongue.
“Fuck,” Aeon barks out. His hips twitch back of their own accord, pressing his ass more firmly into Aether’s mouth.
Still haven’t heard a please, Aether shoots into his mind, tongue still flattened and laving over his rim. It flutters again, begging to be stretched.
For the first time tonight, Aeon whines. A too-feminine sign of that coy act crumbling out from underneath him. “Please,” he whispers through gritted teeth. “Please, Aethe.”
Aether grins against him. “See? Always hungry for it.” He spreads the smaller ghoul’s cheeks, stretching him wide before spitting another mouthful of saliva onto his waiting hole. Then he presses in, wriggling the wet muscle past his rim and sliding against sensitive walls.
Aeon whimpers, tail lashing into the air to fall over his arched back. His balls ache under Aether’s chin, drawing closer each time his tongue curls just right or his nails dig dimples into the apex of his thighs.
Really sucking me in, aren’t you? Aeon clenches with it, agreeing without words. His cock gives a hard kick. A pearl of pre flings off the tip and lands onto the sheets.
Aether pulls his tongue out then, filling the space with one of his fingers instead. The calloused pad brushes over that bundle of nerves inside his walls, and Aeon nearly chokes on his own spit with how hard he gasps.
“So, little star,” Aether lilts. “Think you’re hungry for a little more?”
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also, another day on the internet, another day of yelling at people that those Victorian era strongwomen bodybuilder babes didn't just HAPPEN, that's not "women come in all shapes and sizes!" that's a FUCK TON OF HARD WORK and VERY DELIBERATE NUTRITION and I'm so tired of people completely ignorant about it acting like anyone in the history of the world has ever oopsie doopsied her way into biceps the size of your head.
and the answer isn't just "well, trapeze!" because trust me, while any aerialist is in bonkers strong shape, that still doesn't inherently give you the hypertrophy look.
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