DAY 🎃SEVENTEEN🎃 DOUBLE PENITRATION - NAGA! Sephiroth
Warnings
Male reader, bottom male reader, two penises, egg laying, I should have made Sidon this day ffs, biting, drugging kind of?
(Name) was facinated as he walked through the shrouded jungle, the young man was on the search of a plant for his research and this forest was the prime location of this seemingly elusive plant.
"HOLY-" (Name)s foot catching on a root and before he knew it he was tumbling down a hill "damn it..." He whispered in pain as he got up, thankfully his satchel was in tact along with its contents "replacing the magnifying glass would be a pain..." He whispered as he got up and dusted himself off, he was deep within the jungle, trees high up and endless "well I didn't come here to quit.
What he wasn't expecting was sharp eyes to follow him, a twelve foot long obsidian iridescent tail slithering through the plants as the Naga watched the adventurer closely.
Sephiroth liked this human.
He would be his mate.
"Not what I'm looking for but you are a Beauty" (name) crouched before a rare flower "you beauties have seeds thankfully so I don't have to take all of you" he said pulling out a pair of scissors from his bag and clipped a plant and pressed it into his flower book, tightening the strap over it to keep it secure "there" he said pleased, he loved pleasant surprises.
But what (name) forgot is that the flower released a gas when cut that could knock out an elephant for a few hours.
The last thing he remembered was silver hair strong arms.
(Name) grunted as he woke up, candles lighting the cave he was in as he sat in a nest of sorts "what the..."
"Ah you have awoken" a voice rang out and (name) looked to see a tall man...wait "A Naga?" He went that deep to manage to get into naga territory?
"You didn't eat me?" (Name) blurted out, normally Nagas would attack then eat "why would I eat my mate?"
What.
"I'm sorry, I'm a little confused--- I'm not your mate" he said awkardly "first off I'm male and second I'm human, can't exactly be a mate"
"Humans make excellent mates, I could smell you from miles away, you are mate" Sephiroth said simply and slithered around (name) "pretty mate..."
(Name) tried not to blush at the contact "I-I can't be your mate, I'm a researcher in the village..."
"Research here, I'll help you find that plant" Sephiroth kissed his neck and (name) tried not to blush at this beautiful man-snake, the scales that framed his cheekbones and his abs... Are all Nagas this beautiful?
"O-oh!" (Name) yelped as the Naga nipped at a sensitive part of his neck "my human is sensitive..." He chuckled and (name) pouted "what's your name human?"
"(N-name)... What's yours" he said as if he didn't have a halfie in his pants "Sephiroth..." He said simply "my mate has a pretty name" the silver haired man said, telling the human pretty words to convince him.
Nagas were bigger than humans as Nagas were predators to things like cows and humans depending on the Naga clan.
"So what do you...o-oh god!" His hips bucked as the Naga palmed his pant covered cock "A-alrighty..." Who was (name) to deny getting fucked by a handsome Naga who looked at him like he was his everything?
Nagas had an ability to draw people close, not quite hypnosis but more pharamone related and was usually used for hunting but in sephiroths case it was to calm his pretty human who melted into his touch, he was so willing already.
So docile... So bendable...
Sephiroth removed the annoying fabric and (name) shivered at the cold air against his cock "already? You humans are so needy..."
Sephiroth stroked his cock, firm and slow as (name) let out small moans and pants "I haven't even mated you get and you're already undone, cute"
Sephiroths other hand tugged and played with (name)s nipple, poor (name) choking as he moved his head to give him more space to kiss and suck.
"Close..!" (Name) panted as he thrusted into Sephiroths hand to try and get some more friction "n-no!" He cried as Sephiroth removed his hand from his cock "please please!" He begged but the Naga just tutted "behave human, I will give you what you desire" his fangs scraping (name)s neck before using his tail to manover (name) who was entangled in it and his cute ass before the Naga "I'll make sure you are more than satisfied, filled with my clutch..."
(Name) was dizzy as he let the Naga do as he desired, gasping as a thick tongue circled his rim before pushing in "o-oh god..." (name) clung to the thick tail, feeling the muscles move throughout it as Sephiroth began stretching him out with his tongue, hitting every spot within (name).
"Please... Need it" (name) whispered as his body shook at each thrust, god if this is what his tongue could do Imagine..."two?" He said hazily as he saw two cocks amerge from slit "to ensure proper mating, ones for fertilizing and ones for eggs.." Sephiroth said moving (name) so his back was against Sephiroth chest "gonna fuck your tight little human hole twice to make sure.."
(Name) was hypnotized as he stared down the two twin cocks that had ridges that would hit the best spots "both.." (name) whispered "gimmie both.." (name)a eyes were dilated fully and Sephiroth looked curious "you humans are kinky little things..." He grinned and lined them up "you asked for it..."
When pushing in, (name) struggled to calm down and tears built up "do you trust me?" Sephiroth asked and (name) could barely focus as he nodded and before he knew it Sephiroth bit into his neck, pain rushing through him before his body relaxed and pleasure filled his being "hah...what...?" He said as the Naga slowly bottomed out "my venom works as a setative of sorts, you couldn't relax...so..."
"Feels good.." (name) said and yelped as Sephiroth began thrusting, slow and deep before picking up speed, the stretch delicious and both cocks hit every spot that could be hit "fuck!" He cried as he let the other fuck him like a doll, hooking his arms under the humans legs and pounding into him.
"yesyesyes!"
"M-more!"
"Please fuck! Oh god!"
(Name) moans echoed through cave and Sephiroth used his tongue to tongue fuck his mouth as the two felt themselves grow close "mh!" (Name)s body shook as he felt hard objects shoot inside him along with got semen, his own cum shooting on his chest and sephiroths tail "fuck..."
He barely remembered passing out again, letting the Naga take him deeper within the cave.
He couldn't even bring himself to be mad.
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I loved part two so much😭😭
Gib more Obi pls
Draconic works more like a melody than it does a language. It's tonal, drifting high and low as the two dragonborns speak, each word rolling into the next. It lingers in the air, unrushed and growled, pushed from the back of the throat in ways you're not sure your body could ever recreate. Sometimes, the conversation seems to have an edge of anger and it sets your body on guard, but then Obsidian dissolves into laughter and you relax.
You shouldn't be on edge anyway; the dark scaled stranger isn't //actually// a stranger. Jasper Vyke towers over his brother even when seated, but the strong angled spikes and ridges to his face are almost identical. His eyes keep flickering to yours as he talks, no hint of humor present on his stony features.
"You stare." Jasper jerks a chin to you.
"I'm sorry," you say, turning your attention to the campfire. "I didn't expect you two to look so similar."
"Well-" Obi covers his mouth with the back of his hand, but it doesn't hide his smile, "We are twins, my lady."
Meeting Jasper was completely a coincidence. Crossed paths led to a surprise family reunion and now the man sits at your fire, gnawing on the leg of some poor animal he hunted earlier. From stories and your brief interactions, you knew the two would be vastly different people--
You didn't expect that to almost share a face.
"We are, uh-- How do you say in Common?" He can speak Common fairly well, Obi told you once, he just prefers his Mothertongue. It's a point of pride.
"Identical."
"Indentical," Jasper repeats, "Obsidian is the smart one. I am the pretty one."
He flexes a bicep and the muscle coils under the skin. You hate to admit that you do find it attractive-- not as attractive as you find your partner, of course, but it does make you sit a little straighter. If Obi notices, he doesn't seem it mind; he's too busy watching his brother with narrowed eyes.
"I don't think you are identical at all," you say, "Obi's so much--"
"Smaller!" Jasper laughs, leaning in close to nudge you with his elbow. "So much smaller. He is the runt."
"I guess so," You agree with him, but you sense that may hurt your partner's ego, so you keep quiet, "But you are also different colors."
You touch Jasper's arm, running a thumb across a patch of scales. It's no wear near as soft as Obsidian's; there's a dry grit to the texture, closer to shark skin than anything else.
"Obsidian is iridescent-- your scales are matte," you say, "They don't shine in the light at all."
"You like my scales?" Jasper asks, chest puffed and a purr on his voice. He scooches in closer to you, leg pressed against yours, "I will give you one to keep."
Obi snaps his jaws together so forcefully that you jump at the sound. Both of you swivel to face the man. His muzzle is furrowed wildly, so much so that his fangs show to the gums. The air shifts and you can almost see the way magic crackles about him, wild, powerful, and raw. "She has plenty of scales, brother."
An anxiety builds in your chest. You aren't sure where this conflict came from, but you sense you did something wrong.
"Obi, it's fine, I like--"
Obi's attention snaps to you. "If you wish to have a scale to carry I will give you as many as you desire. You do not need anyone else's."
They switch to Draconic again, sharing a low toned conversation. Obsidian may be the smaller brother, but he carries himself with a force that has Jasper quickly backing off.
"Forgive me," The larger brother says to you suddenly.
The apology doesn't make you feel better. The seasick feeling in your chest grows more unsteady and you choose to remain quiet for the rest of the night. It's not until later than night, when Jasper is deep in sleep and snoring like thunder, that Obi approaches you again. He moves his sleeping mat closer to yours, testing your reaction, then moves again.
"Are you cross with me?" he whispers.
"You frightened me a bit," you admit just as softly, "I get unsettled easy after Adam."
Elaboration isn't needed. There's a twitch of a sneer on Obi's face when you mention him, but he mellows out again after.
"I'm truly sorry, my fawn. My anger was not focused at you," he says, "I will take care not to react like that again."
He extends a hand and you take it with a squeeze. The unsteadiness inside you quells just a bit.
"Jasper was trying to court you," Obsidian says after a bit, "And it scared me."
You forget Obi - silver tongued, charismatic Obi- is self conscious about so many things. Did he really think his brother would swoop in so easily and win your heart?
"I didn't realize. I thought he was just being nice."
"Exchanging scales is a dragonborn custom. It's my fault for not explaining it to you," he sighs, "I just..."
He doesn't finish his sentence. You don't need him too. You just squeeze his hand again, stronger this time.
"Why have you never given me a scale?"
"I did not think you would like one, my fawn."
"I want two," you say, quickly, "I shall turn them into earrings so they are always with me."
"They are not jewels," he chuckles, "They will not make very pretty jewelry."
"I disagree."
Obi doesn't respond, but you can hear the soft clicks of his purr, building in his throat.
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In the Rain of Summerland
WC: 3,4K
Relationship: Rain/Dewdrop
Tags: Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Water!Dew, Transmasc Dew, Vaginal Sex, Possesiveness, Lake Sex, Marking, Biting, Mild Blood, Tentacle Dick, Gill Play, Cunnilingus, Choking, Creampie, Kissing in the Rain, Love Confessions
Rain couldn’t bear it anymore, the innocent yet hungry looks Dewdrop was throwing his way, when he thought he wasn’t looking. That was an issue on its own. Rain was always looking.
Read under the cut or on AO3.
Rain knew perfectly well a storm was coming.
Dewdrop didn’t, weather wasn’t his area of expertise. Rain decided to… use that.
He couldn’t bear it anymore, the innocent yet hungry looks Dewdrop was throwing his way, when he thought Rain wasn’t looking. That was an issue on its own.
Rain was always looking.
Dewdrop was the most beautiful little creature the Pit ever dared to spit out, the younger water ghoul was gone, deep in love the moment his eyes landed on him. On his long, silvery blue hair, obsidian-like twisted horns, deep navy blue eyes that shined with raw power, called for him. There was no way Rain could stop himself from following that call.
He was scared. Scared that he was too obsessed, that he’d lose all control the moment Dewdrop let him in, that he was imagining things, that all Dewdrop was feeling for him was the simple feeling all members of their pack shared. Or worse, that he didn’t like Rain at all.
But Rain wasn’t a coward, or a quitter.
No, he’d take rejection if that was his fate, but he would never forgive himself for not trying.
That’s why that day, when the storm was coming, he had plans.
“Dew?” he knocked at the ghoul’s door, anxiously waiting for it to open. Rain’s face lit up, warmth blooming in his chest, when he was met with Dewdrop’s face. His hair was all tangled up, loose strands wrapped around his horns, but his eyes were bright, there wasn’t any sleepy fogginess in them. Rain didn’t wake him up, then.
“Hi,” he mumbled, lips curling up into a lazy smile.
“Hi,” Rain giggled, daring to lift his hand above Dewdrop’s hand, silently asking for permission to untangle the hair from his horns. The smaller ghoul nodded, smile growing, and Rain couldn’t help but grin himself. “Any plans for today, Droplet?”
“No,” Dewdrop hummed, visibly fighting the need to start purring, to let his eyes slip shut and his shoulders slump at the soft attention Rain was showering him in.
“Good. I’m kidnapping you, then.” Dewdrop gasped dramatically, hand landing over his heart just a bit too slowly. “Meet me by the lake after breakfast, okay?”
“That’s not kidnapping,” Dewdrop grumbled, “and I already had breakfast.”
“Oh,” Rain’s kind smile turned into a smirk, “is that so?”
“Mhm…”
“In that case–” Before Dewdrop had a chance to realize what was happening, Rain had already hoisted him up and thrown over his shoulder. The smaller water ghoul huffed, feigning annoyance, before inevitably relaxing into the other’s hold and starting up a quiet purr. Before long the echoing sound of Rain’s steps on the Abbey’s tile turned to nearly silent padding on wet grass.
They—well, technically just Rain—walked in comfortable silence, up until the very shore of the lake. Dewdrop was set down only to strip his clothes, minus underwear. Rain couldn’t drag his eyes away from him, chest filling up with more and more adoration for the little ghoul with his every move, every revealed inch of skin.
Rain undressed too, not noticing how Dewdrop took his turn in staring at the other in awe, and they both jumped into the water. They gave each other a moment to unglamour in the comfort of their beloved element.
As their eyes adjusted to the slightly murky water and fell on the other one, they both gasped, bubbles escaping their gills. They saw each other’s aquatic forms numerous times, and yet that beauty never failed to stun them.
Rain’s form kept the dark blues and violets of his partially glamoured body. Iridescent scales, delicate fins, waves of void-colored hair, glowing eyes and luminous markings over his spruce blue skin made the water ghoul a creature of myths, a work of art ripped out of a painting to add grace into the ugly real world. If you asked Dewdrop, that is. Rain knew he was pretty, yes, but Dewdrop saw so much more.
For Rain, Dewdrop was not only so much more. He was everything. Where Rain was a mere deep sea creature, Dewdrop was a siren luring in humans and ghouls alike with his beauty.
His aquatic form was as bright as his demeanor, bright reds and oranges mixing with silver and deep blue, just like Rain’s. He liked to think of this similarity as a prophecy, a sign from Lucifer himself that they were meant to be, that even before Dewdrop let Rain in, they were already carrying pieces of the other with themselves.
Grinning at each other they swam up. At least that’s what Rain thought was the plan, but when he broke the surface, Dewdrop was nowhere to be seen. He looked around, unconsciously letting a longing chirp escape his mouth.
Suddenly, the water rippled and Dewdrop jumped out of it, his scales and hair reflecting the bright sun, making him glow in a way that caused Rain’s jaw to quite literally drop. The smaller ghoul disappeared under the water with a splash again, as Rain continued to stare dumbly at the disturbed surface of the lake where Dewdrop had fallen back. He was so in love.
Once he shook himself out of the trance he was put in, the ghoul dived under himself, looking around for his beautiful siren. His. He needed Dewdrop to agree to be his. He needed him.
Rain couldn’t see him anywhere, though. The lake was big and deep, full of plants, rocks and caves, but he didn’t think Dewdrop would hide from him. Did he hide? Why, what did Rain–
“Will you meet me there,” a voice rang out. One of an angel, as Rain heard it. It clung to every single drop of water surrounding him, it wrapped around him like vines and pulled, “underneath the pallid city lights?”
Rain was swimming before he realized he moved, following the voice that came from everywhere around.
“In the rain of Summerland,” he swam lower, closer to the bottom of the lake, where sand was bright and soft, “over the ashes…”
He knew Dewdrop was close, probably even closer than he thought, but he didn’t see him. Couldn’t see him, anywhere. Rain started to get anxious. Maybe he was no more than a plaything for Dew, like countless others? Just another fool bewitched by him. Ready to fulfill all his wishes until Dewdrop would get bored of him and send him away, maybe kill, maybe eat, to then go look for his next prey.
“Our memories,” this time it wasn’t all around, it was just in Rain’s ear, “in open hands.”
Cold, webbed hands landed on his hips, making him let out a gasp, his gills flaring. They slid to Rain’s front, caressing his stomach, catching on his scales, then moving up to his chest, brushing against his pebbled nipples. The bigger ghoul sank a bit lower as he sagged into Dewdrop's soft touch, eyes slipping closed, “Dew, baby…”
“Mhm…” Dewdrop purred, nuzzling his neck, “I’ve got you, Rainy, relax.”
Dewdrop swam around him, gluing his chest to the other ghoul’s. Rain dared to open his eyes, finding the navy blue orbs already staring at him. Into him. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Dewdrop giggled, mirroring their earlier interaction and Rain could feel his cheeks go warm even in the cold depth of the lake. They kept staring at each other, faces inches apart, not daring to blink, to waste even a fraction of a second. Dewdrop glanced down at Rain’s lips just once, and Rain had never had so much hope in him as in this moment. He was ready to burst with it.
“Dew…” he whispered, a silent question, a plea, his own eyes now pinned to the smaller ghoul’s mouth.
“Please,” Dewdrop breathed out into the water and Rain didn’t need any further encouragement. His fingers tangled in Dewdrop’s hair, as much as the webbing between them would allow, and he crashed their lips with a bruising force.
The moment they touched something inside Rain snapped, like a rope that was slowly being pulled over a candle. He kissed to devour, wrapping his arms all around Dewdrop and holding him tight, so he’d never leave. The smaller ghoul kissed him with equal amount of need, but no possessiveness. He was the one who wanted to be claimed, owned.
“R- Rain,” Dewdrop sputtered, trying to pull away. Rain froze, suddenly terrified of all his actions from the past few moments. He knew he was too obsessed, he was crazy, he never should’ve–
“I– I’m sorry, I–” it was Rain’s turn to move back. He was surprised to be stopped by Dew’s tail wrapped around his middle. When did that happen?
“I was about to say,” he pulled him back in, “that I want you… to make me yours.”
Rain choked on a moan, feeling his cock—tentacle, technically, in this form—kick where it was still trapped in his boxers, “Dew– wh– what, are you… do you mean it? I need you to mean it, I need you to be–”
“Shush,” Dewdrop placed a finger on his lips, “I mean it, Rain.”
“N– no, Dew, you don’t– you don’t understand, I– I’m going to lose it,” Rain started rambling at this point, terrified of the possibility of scaring Dewdrop, of hurting him. “I’m- I’m a beast, I’ll go fucking feral, it’s– it’s my kind’s thing, I just– I don’t want to hurt you, ruin wh–”
“Rain,” Dewdrop interrupted him, voice stern, “I know what you are, I know you. I’m not afraid. I could never be afraid of you, I trust you and I want you. Mark me up, spill my blood, but please don't make me wait any longer.”
The bigger ghoul stared at him with his mouth agape. He wanted it, too, all of that, Satan knows how much, but Dewdrop was so… he was so beautiful, small, delicate. Rain would never forgive himself if he’d really harm him, even if realistically he was well aware it was just how Dewdrop looked. He wasn’t a kit or a porcelain doll, he was a centuries old, powerful water ghoul. And he asked Rain to make him his.
At the end of the day… who was Rain to decline such an offer?
He brought his hand to Dewdrop’s face, cupping his cheek with all the gentleness in the entire world. Rain was holding the entire world, or at the very least his entire world.
“I trust you,” Dewdrop said again and this time Rain truly snapped. He cradled Dewdrop’s head and all but slammed their faces together licking into the smaller ghoul’s mouth as he let him in. He finally let him in. Rain could cry. He just might.
Dewdrop moaned into the kiss, digging his claws into Rain’s shoulders as he let himself be taken, basically a deadweight held up in his arms, helped by their water.
Rain trailed his lips down, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his way. If they wouldn't be in the lake, there would surely be a trail of spit running down Dewdrop’s face. The bigger ghoul didn’t stop when he got to the set of slits on the other’s neck, adorned with soft purplish-orange fins. He kissed them reverently before sucking the delicate flesh into his mouth, pulling a beautiful whimper from Dewdrop.
After dragging the tip of his tongue along the opening of Dewdrop’s gills Rain continued on downwards, pausing at the subtle swell of his chest. He did the same to his pierced nipples as he did to his neck, gently biting, sucking and teasing with his tongue.
“Rain…” Dewdrop cried out. Rain moaned himself as that beautiful voice that lured him in like a sailor earlier was now singing just for him.
He moved further down, big hands gripping slim hips, kissing and licking down Dewdrop’s body, nipping at his belly, until he got to the waistband of his underwear. After glancing up to make sure the ghoul didn’t change his mind and seeing nothing but lust on his face, Rain peeled the boxers off and nuzzled his cheek against the soft curls he was met up with. His nose finally reached the very source of the sweetest, most alluring scent. Slightly musky, salty caramel overwhelmed his senses and there was nothing apart from Dewdrop, not even Lucifer himself, that could force him away now.
Rain wrapped his arms around those slender thighs and dived in, Dewdrop’s hands flying to grab at his horns, pull on his hair, as the other’s tongue slid against his aching cunt, licking in between his folds.
“Oh, fuck, oh–” was all Dewdrop could spit out as Rain expertly brought him to a brink in mere seconds. He dipped his tongue into him while nosing at his clit and the smaller ghoul could do nothing to stop the orgasm that was rushing at him like a freight train.
And like a freight train it hit him, legs clenching around Rain’s shoulder, hand tightening on his horns, as he came. The bigger ghoul smirked against his cunt, drinking up everything Dewdrop spilled before it could mix with the water all around them. He’d never waste such a gift.
One more wrecked moan escaped Dewdrop’s lips when Rain glanced up, hungry eyes staring up at him from where he was, quite literally, swimming in between his thighs. With a force that made Rain whimper, Dewdrop hauled him up, kissing him in a way that would steal all the air from both their lungs if not for their gills.
“Dew, shit–”
“Fuck me, Rain, please,” he whined, clawing at Rain’s hips where he still had his underwear on. It did nothing to hide how painfully hard he was, but it was a barrier nonetheless. He nodded and Dewdrop didn’t waste any more second before shredding the fabric and letting the scraps float away.
Dewdrop gasped when he finally saw what was hidden from him, eyes sparkling at the beautiful thing he just couldn’t wait to get down his throat. Not now, though.
Now—or yesterday, really—he needed it deep inside his dripping pussy, filling him up.
His eyes returned to Rain’s face, finding his lips curved into a smirk, eyebrow raised, “Like what you see?”
“Shut up and get it in me,” Dewdrop spat, no real venom in his words. Just pure desperation that made Rain shake with need, too. There’s no way he’d last any more than Dewdrop did.
Rain grabbed Dewdrop’s leg and hooked his thigh over his hip, letting the tip of his cock nudge against the smaller ghoul cunt, “Don’t… fuck, don’t tease.”
“Never,” Rain murmured and snapped his hips, sheathing himself in this blissfully wet warmth in one move. They moaned in unison, shivers going through both of them. Rain had to take a moment, he was dangerously close to bursting just from that unholy feeling enveloping him.
“Rain, I don’t care,” Dewdrop mewled, apparently guessing Rain’s thoughts. “Blow right away, I don’t care, just move.”
With a groan he wrapped his arms all around Dewdrop, holding on for dear life, and hid his face in the crook of his neck as he started thrusting, slow, but hard. There was barely any space between them, but Rain’s every move was making his dick hit that sweet spot inside the other ghoul with deadly precision. They’d both fall apart in just minutes.
Dewdrop felt Rain getting desperate in seconds, though, the hands groping him tensing, the mouth on his shoulder opening and closing as if he wanted to ask for something but lacked the courage.
The smaller ghoul uncurled his own arms from around Rain and grabbed his face, pulling him up for a deep, desperate kiss again, one they both moaned into.
“Dewdrop, Dew, please, choke me, please,” Rain begged when they pulled away. He tilted his head backwards, baring his neck. Ready for Dewdrop to either spill his blood or let him spill inside his body.
Dewdrop obliged, wrapping his fingers around Rain’s neck and after just a second of doubt he squeezed.
“Fuck.” Rain was absolutely wrecked, seconds away from bursting, and Dewdrop knew just exactly how to tip them both over the edge.
He cradled the back of Rain’s head with his other hand and brought it back to his, covered in bruises already, neck, “Bite me, Rain. Mark me, so everyone knows who I belong to.”
His mouth opened in a whine when Dewdrop’s fingers dipped into his gills, curling downwards to make Rain truly shake, cock throbbing.
“Go on,” he encouraged one more time, and with last snap of his hips Rain bit down, warm blood filling his mouth as Dewdrop’s cunt was filled with his cum, the smaller ghoul’s own release running down their thighs.
They both thought they passed out a little bit, high on oxytocin, dopamine and each other. Rain didn’t pull away from Dewdrop’s neck, carefully lapping up at the bite. The other gently slipped his fingers out of Rain’s gills, moving that hand to his hair and scratching at his scalp soothingly.
After a while Rain came back down and got brave enough to face Dewdrop again. He was so afraid of seeing resentment on that beautiful face. Or worse… fear. Fear of him.
There was no such thing when he dared to lift his head. Dewdrop’s expression all but radiated happiness and adoration for Rain.
“Are you okay?” Dewdrop asked. He nodded.
“Are you?” the bigger ghoul muttered and he could swear Lucifer grabbed his heart and squeezed when Dewdrop smiled at him with a nod. There was no saving Rain now, he was beyond damned.
“Ready to go up?” He gave yet another nod before starting to reluctantly pull himself away and out of Dewdrop, missing the clutch of his body already. Rain couldn’t help but look down between the smaller ghoul’s legs to see the water around become slightly milky when his own spend started to leak out of him. It was so fucking hot, Rain could barely contain himself from dipping down again and eating it all out of Dewdrop. Maybe later, back in his—would it be their now?—bed, Dewdrop would let him check if anything was left.
Holding hands, they swam closer to the shore, and up to the surface. Dewdrop didn’t notice Rain’s suspicious grin, a bit of blood still on his fangs, taking it for a sign of unfiltered happiness, just like the one splitting his own face. It certainly was, the smaller ghoul just hadn’t known everything yet.
They broke the surface and as Dewdrop started shaking his head with his eyes closed, not unlike a wet dog, Rain pulled him close again, “Hey, Droplet.”
Dewdrop chirped and paused, eyes opening to find the other ghoul already staring down at him with a bright smile. Now that he could see and feel, without the distraction of wet hair splattering all over, he realized it was raining. Not only raining, they got caught up in a full storm, with growls of thunder sounding in the distance. It was far away enough that they were still safe in the lake, and it was perfect.
“Rainy–”
“It is,” Rain cut him off with a giggle. Dewdrop followed, hot blush creeping up his cheeks. He looked down, fidgeting with his hands, that got awkwardly trapped between their bodies. The bigger ghoul chuckled again as he noticed. He pulled Dewdrop’s hand apart, dragging them to hang around his neck, his own landing around Dewdrop’s waist as their finned tails and webbed feet kept them afloat.
“Rainy?” Dewdrop tried again.
“Yeah?”
“I love you,” he said simply, lips curving into the biggest smile Rain has ever seen. He wished he could reply in a similar fashion, but words left him, sailing away with the tears of happiness that suddenly started running down his face. Instead, he leaned down and pressed his lips to Dewdrop’s again. Only this time, there was no teeth, no fire, no taking.
There was pure feeling, love. It was a kiss that said more than any words in any language could ever express. It was a promise and a plea.
“I love you, too,” Rain said after a long moment, when their tears had long mixed on their cheeks with the rain still pouring down on them, when their harmonized heartbeats were as loud as the thunder still rumbling far-off.
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