#Mountain/Rain

[noahl-art]

A few more Ghouls having fun in the snow from the same doodles batch from yesterday ❄️❤️

[divine-misfortune]

Rain gets really sick after tours, long ones especially. Too long away from the lake he calls home, he's had to make due with overfilled hotel bathtubs and harsh chlorine pools.

Sure, on some of their off days he's been able to find rivers and lakes and other such bodies of water but it's rare he ever truly gets to enjoy it. There's too much of a risk of humans catching him, Rain never drops his glamor. Never feels the water filter through his gills, his fins remain dry and unused. It hardly does the trick.

By the time they get home, Rain's weak. Dehydrated. Mountain usually has to carry him from the van straight to the lake because Rain's a bit too dizzy to take the long walk himself. Any partial glamor melts away as Mountain helps him out of his clothes, careful with his fragile siren every step of the way. Rain always seems sad to let him go when Mountain lowers him into the water, because he knows it'll be days before he even peeks above the surface again, maybe a week or more until he considers returning to the den. All he can do is give Mountain's knuckles a little kiss and a fond chirp before he disappears to the bottom of the lake.

And of course Mountain lingers, just to make sure Rain doesn't change his mind and breaks the surface again. He never does, but the earth ghoul dreads the idea of Rain needing him but finding nobody there.

It's something he should be used to by now but the concern never eases, the longing never falters. Every rational part of him knows Rain will come back but missing him never gets any easier.

[st-danger]

Well now I’m craving mean mountain and rain…

Rain has never been a talker. It isn't that he has trouble with it, he just is a ghoul of fewer words than most. He has no problem joining in in conversations and interjecting as he sees fit but he doesn't volunteer or offer up a lot of words as a rule.

It is almost assuredly because of this that Mountain seeks to pull words from him as though they're the biggest prize of all.

Lining up behind him, Rain feels a heavy hand on his hip, and then the blunt head of Mountain pressing against him. Waiting.

"Rain," Mountain growls, low and dark. He feels his mouth go dry both from the tone,and the anticipation. "You want it." Rain nods, but even though It's obvious what he's doing it's not a verbal answer and not good enough for Mountain.

"Rain," Mountain repeats, "use your words. Say it."

Rain screws his eyes up tightly and worries his hands in blankets beneath him, clutching tight handfuls of fabric that has already been worn so thin over the years.

He hates talking in the bedroom.

He doesn't want to beg for it. He doesn't want to plead. He doesn't want to prostrate himself before his partners and have to say things they know the answer to. It feels wholly unnatural, strange to do so. Stranger that he loves hearing it from others, but him? Say those things aloud?

"Please," Rain whispers. It's mortifying to voice. "Fuck me."

Behind him, Mountain hums, an approving noise that changes nothing, though Mountain rubs the head of his cock up and down, over his waiting hole. Slick. Hot. Smooth. His spine burns with anticipation.

"Need more than that," Mountain says. Before Rain has time to think, he's pushing in- and not stopping.

Rain moans, a sudden, sharp vocalization, pitching forward only to have both of Mountain's hands on his hips now, preventing him from leaning away. Pulling him back onto his cock.

"Gonna sing for me?" Mountain says when he bottoms out, and Rain can hear the smile in his voice. Richly pleased. He tries to draw deep breaths in through his nose, out through his mouth. "Say it. Tell me how good I feel."

Rain really, really does not want to say it aloud. He feels his normal speaking voice is strange enough as it is; to have to listen to it threaded with pleasure-pain is a cruel ask.

Mountain slides soothing hands up and down trembling flanks. Patient. Terribly so. He could fuck Rain and hold his throat and they would both cum hard and quickly from that- if only Mountain wasn't so clearly set on making Rain work for it. If only he wasn't in the mood to be mean in the most specific way.

"Tell me," he urges, and Rain feels his face stain from his blush. "Say you want my cock."

"Want it," Rain manages, quiet and strangled. He bows forward and presses his face into the blankets.

"Oh, he's shy," Mountain chuckles, and drapes himself over Rain, chest to back, sliding one arm around his chest and then he's pressed so tightly against him, pulled up where he can't hide. "Can feel how bad you need me to fuck you," Mountain speaks into his hair. "Ask me. Tell me how bad your hole wants it."

Mountain's phrasing has Rain clenching around him without meaning to. Unable to stop himself.

All he has to do is say it.

He hates talking.

"Please," Rain mumbles, still keeping his eyes shut. Brow furrowed from his frown. He can't believe his erection hasn't flagged from the discomfort of letting Mountain inside; he and his body both are just so full of want. "Want you."

"Not good enough," Mountain whispers, and Rain flushes further.

"Your dick," he says, pained. "Please."

"More specific."

Rain lets out a frustrated sound. It does nothing to sway Mountain.

"My hole," Rain manages, "wants your cock." And then, "Please don't make me say it again."

Mountain kisses his hair and withdraws slowly.

"One more time. A little louder."

[coffeeghoulie]

soft sleepy mountrain ahead:

Mountain wakes before the sun, as he always does. He smiles, not quite awake yet, as he feels the familiar weight of Rain sprawled over him. Rain's normally cool skin is warm with their shared body heat, covered comfortably in their blankets, their legs and tails tangled together.

Even though he knows he has duties to attend to (the greenhouse won't take care of itself, as much as he wishes it could sometimes), Mountain can't help himself but hold Rain closer, careful not to disturb his mate. It's just so warm, here in the safety of their nest.

He stares, eyes tracking over each silver freckle spattered over the water ghoul's powder blue skin, the way his long, dark eyelashes rest over his cheek. Rain's nose twitches, nuzzling closer into Mountain's warmth. Winter's coming, and it takes its toll on the two of them, the cold bringing out their aches and pains.

Mountain reaches for his phone with the arm not holding Rain to his chest, checks the time. He has half an hour before his alarm goes off and he has to get up, and he's going to treasure every second until he has to disturb Rain's peaceful sleep. Besides, their bed is soft and warm, and Mountain knows that the moment he steps out of bed, the cold air will sink into his bones.

He watches, eyes heavy with sleep, as the trails of sunlight pouring through the crack in their curtains cast Rain in golden light, freckles shimmering like scales. Rain's gills flutter, soft exhales of breath tickling against Mountain's skin, timed with the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

"How did I get so lucky, tadpole?" Mountain whispers, pushing a strand of blue black hair off of Rain's forehead with the blunt edge of his claw, tucking it behind his finned ear. Rain's ear twitches, and Mountain freezes as Rain stirs, grumbling before burying his freezing nose in the crook of his neck, searching for warmth.

Mountain, to his credit, barely winces as Rain shoves his cold nose into his neck. Instead, he brings a giant hand up to cup the back of Rain's skull, carding into the sleep-mussed waves. He hums softly, rubbing his cheek against one of Rain's seaglass horns, glinting in the ribbons of sunlight.

"Mount," Rain mumbles, nuzzling into Mountain's throat. Even half-asleep, he's careful to keep the sharp point of his horns from his skin. "S'early."

"I know, tadpole," Mountain says, kissing the crown of his head, inhaling his seasalt and lavender scent. "I don't have to head out quite yet, wanted to stay and look at you."

He can feel more than see Rain's blush as his cheeks heat. He has the exact shade of lilac memorized, and privately, thinks it's the prettiest color Top Side.

"You're a sap, Mount," Rain says, muffled into Mountain's skin. He purrs, turning to rub his cheek against Mountain's stubble.

"And yet you're still in my bed, Rainy," Mountain says, purring happily, a deep rumble like a rockslide.

"S'my favorite place when it's cold," Rain says, eyes stubbornly closed.

"You don't prefer Dew's nest, that little space heater?" Mountain teases, still combing through Rain's waves. Rain snorts, finally cracking open his pretty cerulean eyes. He raises an eyebrow, playful irritation peaking through the haze of sleep.

"You know I love Dew," Rain says, staring fondly at Mountain's sleep-warm face. "But this is ours. I like what we have, I like waking up in your arms." He reaches up, lazily running a finger along the line of Mountain's cheek, just above the edge of his stubble.

Mountain smiles, and Rain can't help but return it, finger moving to trace over his smile lines, deep along his lips. "I like this too, darling. Wouldn't trade it for the world."

They bask in each other's company, drifting slowly in and out of sleep, until Mountain's alarm sounds, shrill and harsh. Both of them startle, Mountain jolting upright. Rain laughs as Mountain drags him up, still holding him to his chest.

"Time for work?" Rain chuckles, yawning and stretching, and Mountain gets a good look at Rain's sharp, serrated teeth.

"Greenhouse's waiting," Mountain breathes, fighting his own yawn. He's supposed to be a morning ghoul, Lucifer damn it. "Chores have gotta get done."

Rain smiles, rubbing the side of his face against Mountain's chest. "I know, sunflower. I'll have tea ready when you get back," he tempts, even as he groans at the idea of getting out of bed.

Mountain hums, leaning down and kissing between Rain's horns. "You promise, tadpole? I'll take you up on that."

Rain chirps, extricating himself from his mate's arms, pushing him to his feet. Mountain hisses as his bare feet touch the cold floor, but stands anyways. "Go get your chores done. I'll be waiting."

Mountain turns, hand moving to cup Rain's cheek. He draws his face up, a sweet kiss pressed to his lips that lingers. Rain grins at him, and despite the cold, Mountain finds himself ready to face a new dawn.

[nastylittleghouls]

"Nudes are so old school. Send me pictures of the high maintenance plants you are able to keep alive" - Mountain Ghoul

[miasmaghoul]

miasma i have been yearning for mean rain and the most well-behaved mountain you have ever seen. (he's on his knees.) will you indulge me? )

oh man rain's real mean you guys :(

(cw for slapping, spitting, a little blood, piss and rough oral. all consensual, dont worry, mountain is SUPER into it)

It's an ache Mountain can't describe that brings him here.

On his knees in Rain's room, fully dressed with his legs spread as far at they can go. He keeps his arms folded together at the small of his back and his eyes forward, watching dust motes float through the beam of silvery light pouring from an open window. The sun had been up when he first knelt, but Rain's space was meant for moonlight.

Mountain doesn't know how long he's been here, truth be told, and it doesn't matter. That ache demands he stays put regardless, forces him to stay still and silent. It makes him wait for something he can't put words to. Makes him yearn, makes him itch in a place he can't quite scratch. It makes him want.

And so, he waits.

And waits.

And waits.

When the door finally creaks open, he thinks it's the holiest of hymns.

Rain slips into the room with a fluid grace Mountain could never hope to replicate. He moves like water, his lithe frame draped in the gauzy fabric of a flowy white top he'd no doubt stolen from Cirrus. It suits him just as much as the skin-tight black pants he's paired with it, as stark a contrast as his dark, loose curls are against his pale skin. Bathed in moonlight, he looks like something out of a dream.

Mountain would worship him always, if he could get away with it. Would lay himself bare for Rain to observe, to inspect. He'd endure agony, ecstacy and everything in between if it meant earning Rain's touch, his attention. If it meant pleasing him however Rain saw fit. He'd give anything, give everything.

Rain closes the door, and does not acknowledge him.

The ache grows.

Mountain doesn't move. Doesn't dare to so much as breathe too loudly, lest Rain become irritated and shove him out the door. He can't risk it, not with the singular sort of need that's been eating at him all day. He listens, though. Tracks Rain's careful footsteps as he makes his way across the room. He's in no rush, ever casual as he clicks on a bedside lamp and rifles through a drawer.

Mountain's cock stirs in the confines of his jeans. He's gone from soft to hard and back again more times than he can count during his endless wait. If he glanced down, there would probably be a stain on the light denim. He couldn't help it, but he knows Rain won't approve.

Hell, that's half the reason he wore these particular jeans.

"How long have you been here?"

The words cut through the silence like a razor, smooth and sharp. Mountain shivers with them, hungry ears finally blessed with the first hint of what he's been craving. He shrugs, eyes still locked on the bedroom door. He can practically hear Rain's eyebrows scooting upwards.

"You don't know?"

Mountain shakes his head. If he had to say, it would be something between five hours and a hundred years. He'd wait a thousand, if Rain asked him to.

Behind him, Rain hums. It's a pondering sound, as though he's wondering whether or not Mountain is worth his precious time. It makes his stomach hurt. He wants to beg Rain to let him stay, wants to plead with him to soothe the ache in his gut. Wants to grovel at his feet until Rain sees fit to relieve him of his need.

But Rain hasn't given permission to speak, so he doesn't.

Again, Mountain waits. Stoic at a statue despite the stiffness in his jeans, the stabbing pain in his knees and the tension in his back. Everything hurts.

He hopes Rain makes it worse.

It's ages before Rain moves again, before his boots thud against the hardwood and the other ghoul reappears in front of him. Mountain keeps his gaze resolutely forward, his eyeline even with Rain's torso. The fabric of his top sways in a nonexistent breeze, more than a few of its buttons popped to expose the creamy skin of his chest. It's speckled with bites and bruises, evidence of what, exactly, he'd been busy doing while Mountain waited his turn.

"Have you been just like this?" His tone gives nothing away. If anything, Rain sounds...bored. "On your knees for me?"

Again, Mountain nods. Rain hums once more, that same sound of almost dismissive contemplation. He brings both hands up, idly twists one of his rings, and the rustle of his shirt brings with it the scent of the lake on a summer evening. It's accompanied by a waft of spiced woodsmoke, and Mountain knows exactly who had been busy fucking up Rain's perfect skin.

"Are you growling?"

Mountain mutes himself immediately - he hadn't even realized he'd started. He didn't mean to, he swears it, but even if he were allowed to speak he knows Rain wouldn't want to hear it. He chews on the inside of his cheek and hopes his remorse is evident in the way his shoulders sag just a hair.

"Let me guess," Rain lilts, reaching out to fiddle with a loose lock of auburn hair by Mountain's ear. Even the ghost of his touch is electric. "You need me."

He makes it sound like a taunt, and Mountain's stomach burns. He nods again, slow and deliberate. Squares his shoulders again before Rain can chide him for his posture. The other ghoul huffs out a sigh.

"How pathetic," he chides, and oh does it sting. "Sitting here for hours when you could have been making yourself useful."

Long fingers cup his jaw and Mountain lets his gaze be guided upward. He finds Rain watching him with mirthless cerulean eyes, his mouth set in a hard line. Mountain gulps even as his cock throbs, and before he can stop himself,

"I'm sorry -"

He hears the slap before he feels it, a sharp backhand that makes his head spin and his chest tight. The sting hits soon enough and Mountain bites his lip, hoping to draw blood that he can offer in penance. Rain grips his chin in that same cruel hand, guides him back, and Mountain can already feel the fuzz creeping into the edges of his mind with the look on his stunning face.

"Lucifer, you're pathetic," Rain scoffs, dragging his other hand through his own stylishly disheveled curls. "And here I thought you were going to be good for me."

I will, Mountain wants to scream. I'll be good, I'll be so good, please -

"I suppose I'll just have to put you in your place."

Mountain can't help the way his eyes slip shut at the merciless tilt to Rain's voice. The one he only uses when he can tell exactly what sort of cruelty Mountain craves, when he wants to belittle and shame. It settles heavy in his gut, makes him just dizzy enough that Rain has to give him a little shake to bring him back.

"Eyes on me," he orders, and it's an easy command to obey. Mountain may be edging towards hazy, but focusing on Rain keeps him grounded enough to maintain his pose. The hand on his jaw threads into his hair instead, grips a nice handful. "Show me your tongue."

Mountain does - of course he does - despite how dry his mouth feels. He opens wide and lets that pink appendage hang down over his chin. Rain's hum carries more weight now, the slightest hint of approval enough to make Mountain throb. Rain yanks him back by the hair, makes him suck air through his nose, and leans over him, eyes sparkling.

"You look thirsty."

Mountain can't hold back the groan that bubbles up in his chest when Rain spits directly onto his tongue.

"Don't you dare swallow," Rain threatens before Mountain can so much as move his tongue. He wasn't going to. He knows better.

It's tempting anyway.

He curls his tongue instead, makes a nice little home for Rain's generous gift. Rain releases his head with a derisive snicker, standing back with his arms crossed.

"I think you enjoyed that a little too much," he admonishes, eyes squarely fixed on the wet spot Mountain can feel on his thigh. Less than an inch from the head of his sore, ignored cock.

He's so hard. Always is, for this. Rain probably won't even let him cum, if experience tells him anything - or maybe he'll make him cum over and over until he's empty and weeping. Either way, the suffering is what matters.

Mountain twitches when the toe of Rain's boot presses into his thigh, a hair's breadth from his throbbing length, and it's work not to swallow the mess on his tongue.

"Someone's excited," he taunts, nudging the swollen ridge of the head less than gently. Mountain gives a fervent nod. "You were messy before I even walked in, weren't you?"

He applies more pressure and Mountain pitches forward just enough to accidentally drool Rain's spit onto his own shirt.

Oh shit.

Rain's next slap is expected, and somehow all the worse for it. Same cheek, same hand. It cracks through the room with a sick echo, and Mountain tastes iron.

"Useless," Rain sneers, unceremoniously shoving two fingers into Mountain's mouth to wrench out a gag. When he pulls them back they're tinted pink, and watching Rain lick up his blood and saliva makes every inch of him sing. "All you're good for is making messes, isn't it?"

Mountain sniffles, eyes wet at the corners, and nods. Rain rolls his eyes.

"Use your words," he says as though Mountain is very stupid. His cock spits against his thigh.

"S-sorry Rain, I didn't -"

"Sorry who?"

Mountain shudders.

"I'm s-sorry, Sir," he breathes, shaking his head. "I didn't mean to make a mess, I -"

"Liar," Rain interrupts, and Mountain gives him a bewildered look. "I know you came here because you want to be a wet, filthy mess."

Mountain can't stop staring up at him. He doesn't want to.

"In fact," Rain croons, reaching for his belt, "I think you want me to make you one."

His intention is clear as crystal, and the moment it settles into Mountain's skin he bites his tongue. He swallows thickly, trying his best not to sway as he watches Rain slip his belt from its loops and toss it aside. Silently, Mountain hopes Rain plans to use it on him later. He grips his own arms tight behind his back while the other ghoul unzips, every inch of him twitchy and quivering in anticipation.

"What do you say?" Rain asks, low and sultry over the splash of his own piss.

Rain's only half hard when he pulls himself out, maybe less, but it doesn't matter - any time he gets to see Rain's cock is a blessing, as far as Mountain is concerned. Rain gives himself a few languid strokes, pushes and pulls his foreskin the way he knows Mountain likes best. Makes him drool. He fattens up so quick, gets nice and stiff right where Mountain can see but can't touch. Anyone else would want to stay soft for this, but Rain?

Well, there are advantages to being a water ghoul.

Rain cants his hips just enough to slap the head against Mountain's cheek once, twice, three times. Enough to leak a little bead of pre and leave a sticky spot behind.

"Say please," he commands. Mountain feels so very dizzy.

"Please," he manages to slur, barely a whisper. Rain snorts.

"Say it properly," he smears the tip over Mountain's lips just because he can, and Mountain's eyes roll back at the scent of him.

"Please, Sir," he breathes, staring up with heavy lidded eyes, "please...please get me wet. Get me messy."

Rain offers an unkind smirk, milks out one more bead of pre that slides onto Mountain's lip. He doesn't lick it up. Hasn't been told he's allowed. Rain pulls back, takes a deep breath, and aims.

"Whore."

The first drops hit Mountain's knee, impossibly hot, and then a perfect golden arc hits him square in the chest. It forces a wave of the deepest sort of shame through him, makes his stomach flip and his balls tighten up. Mountain gasps when it really starts to soak in, and he can feel real tears gathering in his lashes when Rain smiles down at him.

"Th-thank you, Sir," Mountain gasps, fighting every muscle in his core that's trying to make him pitch forward. "Thank you."

Rain hums, pleased, directing the stream wherever he likes until Mountain's shirt is well and truly drenched. He feels like he's burning from the inside out, like his brain is leaking out onto his thigh and soaking into stained denim. He's panting by the time Rain's done, watching in a daze as he pushes out the last few squirts, lets it dribble out to speckle Mountain's thighs.

"Open," he orders, and like the good boy he is, Mountain does.

Rain shoves his still-leaking cock down his throat with no hesitation, and Mountain chokes on it just enough for the tears caught in his lashes to track down his cheeks. Rain purrs, smearing them all over with mean thumbs.

"Gonna put this mouth to good use," he drawls, "and you're gonna take it."

The way he says it is completely at odds with the punishing pace he sets. Brutal thrusts that stab at the back of Mountain's throat, sure to leave a bruise. Every one answers the call of that singular ache, and in no time at all he's floating. Lost in the gross, wet sound of Rain taking his pleasure and the slap of his balls against his chin.

Maybe later Rain will sit on his face and he can well and truly drown.

Mountain hopes he does.

[noahl-art]

Ghostober / Day 4 - Table Sex

As promised, I took a bit more time to work on this one than the one I did yesterday!!

So enjoy Rain coming to visit Mountain in the greenhouse! 💦 Full version HERE

[riconas]

rico, i must request my boys from you. mountain/rain, can u make them messy for me pls 🙏🙏

fuck yeah water ghoul slip n slide

tags: edging, orgasm denial, hyperspermia, so much cum you guys i do not even know how to tell you how much cum we are dealing with here

nsfw under the cut!

“Oh,” Rain moans, as another spurt of pre splatters onto his stomach. “Mountain, c’mon. Not fair.” 

“Life is unfair,” Mountain agrees. Propped on one elbow, stretched out beside Rain’s quivering body, he’s got the best view in the world. He drags a finger up the underside of Rain’s cock, watching it twitch. So sensitive. 

Rain sniffles. “How many more?”

“Haven’t decided.” He’s so messy. So wet. Absolutely covered in his own pre, covered in Mountain’s cum. It pools in the dip of his navel, in the creases of his hips. Mountain had made Rain jerk him off first, just to taunt him. Just to show him what he was missing.

Now he closes his fingers around the tip of Rain’s cock, teasing. Drags his loose fist up and down, nothing more than a brush of skin on skin. Barely any contact, but Mountain is sure Rain’s worked up enough that he could probably cum from that alone. 

That’s a plan for another day. 

Another glob of pre squeezes out of his slit. Mountain gathers it up onto his fingertips and smears it across Rain’s twitching stomach. He's been at it long enough that the smaller splatters have begun to dry, thick and tacky. It’ll be a pain to clean up later. 

“Mount,” Rain whines, and Mountain takes his hand away as that blushing cock twitches valiantly. Rain’s hips twitch right there with it, a sad little motion that has Mountain laying a palm on his thigh to soothe him. 

(He’d normally lay that palm on Rain’s stomach, but he doesn’t feel like getting sticky handprints all over everything.) 

“That looked close.”

Rain whimpers, miserable, fingers digging creases into the sheets. “It was.”

“How close?” Mountain takes the tip of Rain’s cock between his thumb and index finger, rubbing up and down. He’s really hard. It’s got to hurt. 

“Really close,” Rain gasps. 

Mountain doesn’t know why Rain does this to himself, really. Kinky little masochist. He grabs Rain’s cock and squeezes the base nice and tight, and Rain throws his head back, hitting the pillow with a muffled thump. 

“You're horrible,” Rain groans. “I wanna cum.”

“I know.”

“Let me cum.”

“Nope.” Mountain uses a finger to press Rain’s cock against his stomach, into the puddle of sticky white fluid. It springs back up when he lets go, and a string of pre follows, stretching upwards in a milky white line. “So wet,” he says lovingly. 

“Could be wetter,” Rain grits out. “If you weren’t being an ass.”

“Mm-hm.” He does it again, admiring the way it glistens in the soft light of his bedroom, and he swears Rain arches his back a little this time, bony shoulders pressing dents into the mattress. 

“What will you do?”

Rain blinks stupidly up at him. “Huh?”

“Can’t think now, can you?” Mountain slaps one of his nipples, gentle and playful. Again, no force, but Rain shudders all the same. “What will you do for me? If I let you cum?”

“Anything,” Rain says immediately. 

Mountain smiles. It’s always a fun question to ask, because Rain tends to forget what he says when he’s horny. Anything includes doing this again. 

“Promise?”

“I swear! Please, come on, let me—”

Mountain holds out his pinky, just for good measure, and he has to hold in a laugh at how desperately Rain links his pinky with Mountain’s, thumb-to-thumb.

“Okay,” he laughs, lacing his sticky fingers with Rain’s trembling ones. “Okay, you can cum. I’m sorry, tadpole. I’m sorry I made you wait.” He wraps his fingers around Rain’s dick, feels it drool even more slick. Gives it a little twist this time, just the way Rain likes it. 

“Promise you won’t stop,” Rain gasps, and Mountain does feel a little bit guilty. Like he’s broken Rain’s trust, or something—which he has, he supposes, but still. Guilty. 

He leans in to press their lips together, more to shut himself up than Rain. Rain whines into it, lips parting automatically, and Mountain gives him one cursory lick before pulling away. 

“Do you really need my hand?” he asks, and the way Rain’s face twists in despair has him regretting it immediately. 

Not sounding very threatening, Rain hisses, “I will drown your plants.”

That’s yes, then. 

“Please don’t do that,” Mountain says gently. 

“Gonna cum,” Rain chokes out, and Mountain doesn’t stop this time, just keeps jacking him until he’s squirting thick, hot ropes all over himself, all over Mountain’s hand, hips jerking into his fist. His stomach gets drenched with it, the sheets thoroughly soaked with the excess dripping over the sides of his waist. There’s so much, an honest-to-Satan impossible amount. A fucking sea of cum, Mountain swears. 

Rain’s got a hand thrown over his face, hiding himself, but Mountain can see the way he’s biting on his lower lip, and decides he wants to see the rest, too. He knocks that hand away, so Rain has no choice but to look at him with those wide, wet eyes, tears of overwhelm threatening to spill over. 

“Good?” he asks, and Rain manages a tiny nod. “Play with it,” and Rain brings a quivering hand to his stomach, dips his fingers into the mess. Something like wonder in his eyes as he holds his hand to the light, watches it glisten.

Mountain can’t resist. He leans in and takes Rain’s fingers into his mouth, tasting him, tasting them. He groans, stroking Rain even faster, like he’s trying to milk even more out of him. Rain pushes him away. 

“No more, please,” he whispers, so Mountain wipes his hand on the sheets, brushes Rain’s hair out of his eyes. That’s all he manages before Rain’s eyes are slipping shut. Straight to the post-orgasm snooze. 

“You made a mess,” Mountain says softly. He dips a finger into the splatters of cum on Rain’s chest, tracing it around his nipples, along the lines of his ribs. Playing with it. Making it worse. “Better clean it up.” 

Rain just nods, beyond words. His head lolls to the side, and all Mountain can see of his eyes are two dark slivers of blue, shining with unshed tears. 

“M’tired,” he says absently, still not quite there. “Feed it to me.” 

[forlorn-crows]

More non-serious sex brainrot: Mountain casual fucking. Guy just needs to get off, y'know? It's been a hard day of manipulating the fabric of the earth itself and the big guy just needs to blow off some steam by blowing out someone's back. Or getting his own blown out.

Walks into the ghoul wing and propositions the first person he sees. And, of course, who wouldn't be willing to lend a hand to help a friend out?

uhhh well you see. he didnt even make it out of the greenhouse. so, as a reward for being the sweetie that he is, rain gets his back blown out

cw: theyr'e disgustingly in love. good ole' fashioned spontaneous sex. a lil bit of oral, a lil bit of dirty talk. hard and fast and needy, and thats how we like it. unexpected knotting (oopsies). and, as always, transmasc rain. cunt/clit/folds to refer to his anatomy.

Mountain sets the last of the hanging baskets back into place, sighing bodily. He rolls his neck, wincing at the little pops his spine makes. But he’s satisfied with his work—all the flowers and ferns pruned and their soil refreshed—and very glad to be done. 

The earth ghoul brushes the remainder of the soil off the workbench, finally allowing the stifled need in his core to roll up his spine and settle under his skin. He digs his claws into the wood and groans out loud. Curling in on himself when his dick starts to chub.

The door to the greenhouse squeaks open, chilly autumn air rolling in along with the scent of petrichor and sea salt. Mountain has to stop himself from whining at the fresh, intoxicating smell. 

“Hey, sunflower,” Rain says brightly, drifting in with a dancer’s grace. “Brought you some tea and snacks.” He sets a shallow bowl and mug down onto the bench, pressing himself to Mountain’s side and kissing him on the cheek. “Orange cinnamon chai,” he points to the steaming mug, resting his head on the earth ghoul’s shoulder, “and there,” he points at the bowl, “are figs, pears, and some brie drizzled with honey. ‘Cause I know that’s your favorite.”

Mountain chuffs and dips a finger into a smear of honey on the edge of the bowl. He sucks it off, looking down at Rain with lidded eyes. Admiring the way the wind ruffled up his inky curls, the slight lilac blush to his cheeks, the little smile he gives when Mountain makes a noise of approval. 

“Do I detect a hint of honeysuckle, tadpole?”

Rain feigns surprise, looking up at him coyly. “Maybe,” he lilts.

Mountain rumbles happily and leans in close. “Just as sweet as you.” He cradles the water ghoul’s face in his hand and kisses him deeply, melting their bodies together chest to chest. Groaning when Rain opens up immediately and lets him stick his honey-coated tongue inside. 

The earth ghoul lifts him effortlessly onto the top of the workbench, wrapping Rain’s legs around his waist and hugging him close, all without breaking the kiss. Rain trills happily and sinks into Mountain’s affection. He drapes his arms around his broad shoulders, fingers playing with the mousy-brown strands falling from his bun. The action sends a shiver down Mountain’s spine, and he can’t help but gasp softly against the water ghoul’s mouth. His fingers tighten into the knit of Rain’s sweater. 

“Feed me some?” Mountain mumbles against his lips. 

Rain smiles. “‘Kay.” He turns his head to select a morsel, giving Mountain access to the long column of his neck. Eager lips surge forward to latch onto the sensitive skin. Mountain can feel the amused rumble that bubbles up in his throat.

“Don’t eat me, silly,” he laughs. “Here.” He holds a slice of pear between lithe fingers, dangling it in front of his nose.

“What if I want to eat you,” Mountain purrs. But he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue for it anyway. He curls it around Rain’s lithe fingers when he places the fruit in his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as he licks across the pads of them. Chilled and sticky-sweet.

Rain makes a soft noise, letting Mountain lick them clean. 

“Do you like it?” Rain whispers, watching as the earth ghoul closes his mouth around the tops of his fingers before pulling away and chewing. Mountain watches Rain watch his mouth, eyes flitting around his pretty, angular face. 

He hums and licks a stray droplet of honey from his lips. “It’s delicious, darling. Thank you,” he says huskily, pulling Rain closer by the waist. Rain trills as he runs his palms across the small of his back, dipping just underneath his sweater. Mountain buries his nose in the collar of it and not-so-subtly humps his hips against the edge of the table. 

“But I think I fancy something else right now.” Mountain nuzzles under his ear. Rain’s scent spikes with arousal and he can’t hold back the desire any longer. “Wanted to bend you over this bench as soon as you walked in the door.”

Rain shudders and groans approvingly. “Yeah?”

“Say you’ll let me. Please? I’ve been aching.” Mountain licks up the side of his neck and sucks his earlobe into his mouth. Rolling it between his teeth while Rain hisses and grasps at Mountain’s hair. “Take you right here, fuck you so good.”

“Fuck yes,” Rain breathes. “Right here, please do.” 

Mountain doesn’t need any more permission than that. He growls playfully and promptly flips Rain onto his belly, bending him over the edge of the workbench and yanking his sweatpants down all in one motion. 

“Lucifer—” Rain gasps through a surprised giggle, lifting his tail over his shoulder. 

Mountain lands a smack to his right asscheek and grabs two handfuls of him, groaning at the sight of slick already seeping through his folds. He spreads his cheeks wide and sinks to his knees in the dirt, shoving his face in Rain’s cunt. 

“Satanas, Mount, oh fff,” the water ghoul moans, pounding his fist on the table. “Your fucking mouth, unholy shit.”

Mountain groans against him, shoving his tongue in as far as he can get it. Pressing his nose into that soft spot before his hole and taking in the concentrated smell of need that goes straight to his rock-hard dick. 

“Taste like absolute sin, tadpole,” Mountain mumbles against his folds, too drunk on his flavor to stray too far to say so. 

“You can stay down there as long as you want,” Rain chokes out as he seals his lips over his throbbing clit. “Suck me dry, seven hells.”

The earth ghoul just hums, suckling on it until his nose gets wet with slick and Rain’s panting above him. Digging into his round ass so hard he’s bound to leave marks. But he doesn’t take him up on the offer, pulling away after a few heated moments. 

“Wanted to make sure you were nice and wet for me,” he all but growls. “Gonna fill you up so full.”

Rain whines and peeks over his shoulder, eyes drooping in pleasure. He wiggles his hips as he watches Mountain strip his apron, arching his back to make sure he gets a perfect eyeful. 

Mountain licks his lips as he pulls himself out of his pants, not bothering to push them any further than past his balls—just enough to expose his aching length. He grips himself and teases Rain’s folds with the head of his cock, up and down until he’s coated in creamy slick. 

“Fuck, look at you,” Mountain whines. “So perfect. All afternoon, I’ve needed this. Needed you.”

Rain pushes back, popping the head of his cock right inside. Mountain has to stop himself from blowing right there, steadying himself with one hand on Rain’s hip and groaning when his balls draw up with no warning. 

“Show me how perfect. Take me,” the water ghoul begs sweetly, breathlessly. 

Mountain can’t wait any longer. He pushes all the way in, melding their hips together. Growling low as Rain squeezes around him and breathes out little yesyesyes’s, urging Mountain to snuggle into that space made just for his cock. The earth ghoul’s forehead drops between Rain’s shoulder blades as he bottoms out, keening at just how good he feels. 

Mountain tells him as much. Rumbles endless praise into the fibers of his sweater, the curls at the back of his neck. Shuddering as Rain arches back into him and digs his fingers into the wood. 

“So perfect,” Mountain mumbles again, beginning to move. The first real slide of his length against those smooth, silky inner walls makes his mind hazy with need. He doesn’t get more than one slow thrust before he’s fucking Rain in earnest, wrapping his arms around his hips and forcing him to take it deep. 

“Mine,” he growls over the lewd sound of skin slapping skin. 

“Yours,” the water ghoul cries. “Oh, fuck me, ye-e-es-ss.” 

Mountain digs into his slim hips. Holding him tight so Rain feels the tip of his cock all the way in his stomach with each thrust.

“Feel so good,” the earth ghoul grunts. Rain clenches around him and he nearly sees stars. “Lucifer, take it, take it.”

Rain just nods, gurgles out something incoherent. Words aren’t important to Mountain anymore, though, not really. He just needs the water ghoul to make pretty noises, soak his cock in slick, and take every inch of him until he can spill inside him hot and fast. Siphon the burning need out of his core so he can actually relax after working all day. 

“Mount,” Rain gasps. “So deep, unholy shit.”

“Yeah? Gonna give it to you,” he growls, snapping his hips even harder. Each time their hips meet, there’s a little resistance at the base of Mountain’s cock, spikes of pleasure running through his hips and down his thighs with each thrust. He realizes too late it’s his knot, swelling and bumping against Rain’s folds. Growing bigger by the minute until it’s impossible to ignore.

“Hmpf, Rain I—” Another shudder runs through him, white-hot and insistent. He snarls. “Please, let me—fuck—need to put it in.”

Rain drops his forehead to the worktable with an audible thunk, groaning as he presses back against his knot. “Uh huh,” he whines. 

“Tell me I can, please, darling, tell me I can.”

“Put it iiinnn, Mount—hah—gimme it, need it.”

Mountain nearly sobs with relief. “So good to me, so fucking good to me,” he babbles. “Just need a little—that’s it, seven hells, Rainy.”

The water ghoul arches as far as he can, letting Mountain fully support his hips with just his forearms. Each thrust pushes more and more of his knot in, until finally Rain’s cunt stretches around its widest point and sucks him right in. Popping in with a wet squelch and the daintiest oh Mountain’s let out yet. 

“Fuck—”

“So good, squeeze it, squeeze it—”

“—yeah—”

“—cumming, cumming, Rain oh—”Mountain spills deep inside with fangs latched in his mate’s sweater, and he swears he’ll do anything Rain wants once he’s spent.

[rain-fa1l]

take some silly art of mount and rainy in the morning

please ignore rains face i was so annoyed with how it was coming out so i just ended up gooberfying him lmfao

[st-danger]

Have you caught the sub!Mountain brain rot?? Please, i am so unwell with it and i'd love to hear your thoughts about him, especially any you have about him and dom!Dewdrop because that pair has me levitating every time.

Mountain is usually a sub. Even when he's topping. What's the opposite of a power bottom?? A weak top?????? I do not know, but I DO KNOW HE IS THAT.

He's a talker. Gets right in Dew's ear when he's fucking him the way Dew tells him to, or pleads really nice if Rain wants to hear him beg.

Very into and willing to body worship and I know what you think I mean here but NOT JUST FEET OKAY the WHOLE BODY. Dew wants his chest toyed with until he's quivering and his cock's so hard he's gonna die if it doesn't get touched? Absolutely. Aether wants to be massaged and grabbed and told how strong and soft he is? Of course! Rain wants him on the floor so he can sit on the edge of the bed and shove his feet in Mountain's face and tell him to convince him why he deserve the chance to let Rain make him cum? Yeah buddy.

Dom doesn't always mean cruel, and while Dew can be mean, it's just as effective to tell Mountain he's good and sweet and if he wants to take Dew's entire hand wants to cum, he's going to really have to prove he can make it worth his while, isn't he? A hand in the back of his hair, pulling that freckled, lovely face to his lap so he can grind against Mountain's face all slow and dirty and tell him to be real messy about all of it.

[coffeeghoulie]

well you KNOW im gonna come in here and ask for mountrain. whatever your heart desires so long as theyre disgustingly in love abt it ♡

i gotchu <3 it's been a Hot Minute since I've written mountrain, hopefully this is sappy enough lmao

Winter peeks around the corner, temperatures dropping with the leaves, everything dreary and grey before the first inevitable snowfall covers the dead vegetation, brown grass and barren trees. Mountain slips out of bed and makes the trek down to his greenhouse every morning, long before the sun rises, to make sure his plants, his babies, are ready before the snow chokes the life out of them.

He can feel the coldspell incoming, feels it in the way the his joints start aching, deep in the bone. He swallows hard, looking at the work he has in front of him. The glass panels need to be inspected for damage, replaced and insulated. The pipes need to be drained, so they don't freeze and burst. All of his fragile plants need to be covered and brought inside. The whole building needs to be cleaned, top to bottom, including his makeshift nest area in the back corner.

It's necessary work, Mountain knows it, has done it every fall for years. It still doesn't mean he likes doing it. It's, for lack of a better term, a mountain of work. But it has to get done. So Mountain squares his shoulders in the pre-dawn darkness and gets to work.

He loses himself in it, doing his best to ignore his sore joints as he hauls potted plants inside, checking over each leaf and stem for disease. He works, making countless trips in and out of the freezing air as the sun starts peeking out over the treeline, tinging the dark sky with pinks and oranges, the budding light softening the florescents that light the greenhouse.

It's quiet work, almost meditative, which means he jumps nearly a foot off of the ground when someone knocks at the door. Mountain spins, very nearly dropping the potted petunias he's hauling in. His heartrate calms as he realizes it's his mate, waving at him through the glass. He smiles, warmth spreading in his chest, gesturing for Rain to come in.

Rain slips into the greenhouse, latching the door behind him. He's got two large thermoses tucked under his arms, and Mountain groans in appreciation, striding over to his mate and taking the thermos Rain offers to him.

"G'morning, sunflower," Rain says, voice sticky with sleep. He's clearly just woken up, pulled on one of Mountain's sweatshirts, the hem coming down to his mid thigh, over his pajamas and made the journey out to the greenhouse in the cold November morning just to bring him tea.

"Morning, tadpole," Mountain says, cupping Rain's jaw with a big hand, leaning down to steal a kiss from his mate. His skin is cool to the touch, and Mountain tries to push his body heat into his mate like a fire ghoul would.

Rain hums, shivering as Mountain's pinkie brushes against his uppermost gill. "Bed was cold," he whispers against Mountain's lips. "You'd been gone so long, figured you might like something hot to drink."

Mountain pulls back, reluctantly letting go of his mate's face to crack open the thermos. He's hit with the herbal scent of his favorite tea, steaming up and curling around him. He takes a sip, eyes fluttering shut as the taste hits him.

"I love you, tadpole," Mountain says, groaning as he greedily drinks down his preferred green tea blend, the one he adds mint to. Rain knows just how he likes his tea, two spoons of honey from the hives he keeps.

Rain grins, flashing his serrated, shark like teeth before taking a swig from his own thermos, the smell of chai drifting from his. "Love you too, Mount," he says, leaning in to nuzzle against his shoulder, not quite awake enough to fuss over the dirt that always, inevitably, ends up caked on Mountain's clothes while he works.

Mountain sets down the thermos, turning back to the water ghoul and wrapping his arms around his waist. Rain smiles wider, looping his arms around Mountain's neck, standing up on his tiptoes to do so. "Hey, baby," Rain laughs. "What's up with you?"

He sighs, Rain's smile contagious. Mountain ducks down and presses a kiss between Rain's seaglass horns. "So glad I met you," he whispers against the blue black waves of his hair, mussed from sleep.

Rain nods minutely. "Me too."

The world shrinks until it's just the two of them, no cold bed, no ever-looming snow. They stand there, basking in the warm humidity of the greenhouse and each other's presence. Everything smells of green tea and plant life and rich, warm earth.

Eventually, Rain pulls back. "It's cold, sunflower, how are your hands holding up?"

Mountain makes a noncommittal noise, but Rain levels him with a glare, and his shoulders slump. "A little stiff," he admits, removing one hand from Rain's slight waist, examining the redness at his knuckles, wind-whipped and raw.

Rain hums, snatching Mountain's hand in between his own. "Oh, baby, that looks like it hurts," he says, rubbing his thumb over his tender knuckles. "I know you've got that balm somewhere, the one with the aloe and the calendula?"

"It's back by my bed," Mountain says. "I'll put some on when I've finished this."

"Nope." Rain chuckles, slipping out of Mountain's grasp and rummaging through the cabinet near Mountain's personal corner. "You've been at this for hours, sunflower, we're putting some of that on, and we're going to take a cuddle break, and then I will help you get the greenhouse finished, okay?"

Mountain smiles as Rain returns with the tin of balm, already opening it and taking a dollop of it. "Alright, tadpole."

Rain takes his hands, rubbing the ointment into Mountain's knuckles, tenderly caressing the damaged skin. He works in silence, before capping the balm and taking Mountain by the hand, leading him back to the daybed he keeps in the corner.

Mountain kicks off his muddy boots before laying down, opening his arms for his mate. Rain follows suit, unlacing his boots before tucking himself into the crook of Mountain's arm, snuggling into the earth ghoul's embrace.

"I love you," Rain whispers, eyes slipping shut.

Mountain yawns, long and low. "I love you too."

[nastylittleghouls]

Copia: Which one of you is the gardener and which one is the chef? Rain: I do like cooking Mountain: And I love planting my seed in some hole The rest of the pack: *start snickering* Mountain: ....In the ground!"

[iamthecomet]

Rain leg worship in stockings perhaps? 👉👈

UH HUH. UHHH HUH!!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS.

almost 1.9k of Rain teasing Mountain and Mountain not being able to resist. Some mention of Mountain's appreciation of feet, but nothing too intense.

Mountain can’t stop looking. No matter how many times he raises his eyes back up to his book they trail back down, over blurring words to the stocking clad feet pressed into his lap and the long legs attached to them.

They’re warm Rain had offered when Mountain asked him about the stockings.. He thought about pushing a little harder–getting a real answer. Reminding Rain that pants are even warmer. That there are blankets. That Mountain isn’t stupid and he knows just how little insulation sheer stockings give. Not like he’s never worn them before. 

He doesn’t say any of it though, because as soon as the words started to build up behind his teeth Rain was dragging his big toe down the seam of Mountain’s jeans. Pressing the warm pads of his toes against the soft swell of his cock. 

And those words were gone. Dried up. Rain was settled into his spot on the couch by then, book open, body leaned back against the arm. 

“Do you like it?,” Rain asks absently and Mountain drags his eyes away from his lap, from the delicate arch of Rain’s feet and the way his toes curl. It takes Mountain a second to realize that Rain is asking about the book, not the feet on his dick. Rain suggested it so Mountain’s been reading it. He looks at the pages again, words swimming. Blood rushing south. 

Mountain clears his throat. “Uh–yeah. I really do.” 

It isn’t a lie, even though right now he can’t recall a single thing about it. He hasn’t turned the page since Rain sat down. All of the characters suddenly seem unfamiliar, English does too. 

Mountain wonders if the stockings are as soft as they look. Or are they the material that gets caught in his callouses, tugs on his skin uncomfortably? He bets they’re silky though. Rain has high standards.. He longs to touch, to find out. To run his finger over the arch of Rain’s foot to make it flex. Up over his calf, behind his knee. Over the soft swell of his calf and under that over-sized shirt that just barely covers everything else of interest. He wonders if Rain’s wearing underwear. If he’s chubbing up. Cock straining against the thin fabric. He wants to glide his hands up, bunch that shirt up around Rain’s waist. Wants to touch. 

“Good. I thought you would.” Rain says, unaffected. “I know you’re not always into fantasy but the characters feel real enough that I thought you’d be into it. I really like Vin.” 

“Me too,” Mountain says softly, absently, eyes drawn back down. He’s fully  hard now, or almost there. Pressing up against the curve of Rain’s foot. Rain knows–has to. Especially with the way he keeps moving, dragging his foot up and down. Rubbing Mountain through his jeans. And Mountain shouldn’t fall for it. He knows his game. Knows every single one of Rain’s games really. Coy, and sly, and always acting unbothered, ignorant. Making  Mountain desperate while he yawns and reads his book and acts bored and talks about the characters like Mountain can think further than the way his cock is twitching against Rain’s toes. 

Mountain’s hot. Sweat pricking at his hairline despite the winter chill. He wants to see Rain’s face. Wants him to lower the book and look at him. Even if he’s faced with disinterest it would be better than this. It takes all of his effort not to rock up against Rain’s foot. To just give in. 

“You ok, Mount?” Rain asks, finally lowering the book just enough for Mountain to see his eyes, cerulean and shrewd. “You seem distracted.” 

Mountain closes his book, tosses it on the coffee table. “Wonder why.” 

Mountain can’t see the way Rain’s mouth quirks up, but he knows him well enough to know it does. He sees it in the way his eyes crinkle in the corners. Knows it by how Rain presses a little harder, rubs a little more deliberately. Mountain digs his teeth into his cheek and fights a gasp, a groan. Fights the urge to hump Rain’s foot and make a mess. 

He’s got his eyes on Rain’s legs now. There’s something about the stockings that make Rain’s shape more obvious. Lithe and muscular. Mountain wants to drag his tongue over the curves. Taste nylon and sweat under his tongue. To bend down and press his lips to the side of Rain’s knee. Hook his teeth into those stockings and pull until they give.

He reaches down and drags his finger over the arch of Rain’s foot, watches it curl in on itself. Watches muscles jump beneath the sheer tights. Sees Rain’s thighs shift, clench. Watches that shudder run all the way through his body. Sees the subtle roll of Rain’s hips against nothing. Doesn’t miss the way a violet blush creeps over his cheeks. 

It’s too much. 

Mountain leans over, grabs Rain’s book. When he tosses it onto the table it misses. Rain makes a noise of protest that Mountain swallows when he presses their mouths together. Hands, finally, finally, sliding up over his legs. 

The fabric is impossibly smooth, buttery beneath his hands. He licks into Rain’s mouth and Rain arches him into him, gasping, mouth opening wider, hips canting up toward Mountain as his fingers climb higher. Over the side of his knee to grab a handful of Rain’s thigh. Flesh dimpling in as Mountain grabs hard enough to bruise.

“Fuck. Mount–hangon. You’re gonna rip them.” 

Mountain eases up as he pulls away, nipping at Rain’s lip just enough to sting. Pressing their horns together. Boxing Rain into the corner of the couch. He dips his head. Grazing fangs over Rain’s jaw, his pulse. The water ghoul gasps beneath him, shuddering as Mountain’s hands slip higher, under the hem of the t-shirt. Thumbs resting in the juncture of his thighs. Feeling the heat pooled there. Smelling salt and sweat and petrichor as he buries his nose in Rain’s collarbone. 

“Stay,” Mountain orders. Rain doesn’t respond, doesn’t nod. But when Mountain pulls away Rain seems to melt further into the couch. Eyes lidded as he watches Mountain lean back into his previous spot. Bracketed by Rain’s legs now, one foot on either side of his hips. 

He curls one big hand around Rain’s ankle. Feeling fine, delicate bones beneath his fingers. Dragging the pads of them over his ankle bone. He lifts Rain’s leg, braces one pretty foot against his shoulder so that when he turns his head his breath fans out over Rain’s leg. 

The nylon has a smell. Chemicals. Not wholly pleasant, but Mountain drags his nose along it anyway. Inhaling as he leans a little further forward. Tongue darting out to taste the plasticine of the tights mingling with Rain’s skin. Mouthing along his calf, up to his knee. Lapping at the crease there.

Rain gasps, head thumping back against the arm of the couch. He throws his arm over his eyes, the other hand digs into the couch. Fingers digging into the plush green cushion for all he’s worth. Mountain watches his knuckles turn white. 

Mountain takes his time. Laving wet spots over the stockings. Sucking marks onto Rain’s thighs through them. Careful not to tear, not to bite. Not yet. Before long he’s laid out between Rain’s legs. Both thighs slung over Mountain’s shoulders. Both of Rain’s hands curled around Mountain’s horns. Holding on tight as Mountain nudges the hem of his t-shirt up higher and higher. Rucking it up over Rain’s hips.

“No underwear?” Mountain rumbles, bending down to nose along the stiff line of Rain’s cock, held tight to his body by the stockings, but hard nonetheless. Curving up toward the waistband. The thin fabric clinging to the head where Rain’s been leaking. 

Rain opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a startled whine when Mountain sucks at the head of his cock. Dragging damp salty fabric into his mouth. Pressing his tongue to the slit. Feeling Rain kick and leak into his mouth. 

“Pretty,” Mountain whispers against Rain’s bulge. Dragging his mouth down the shaft. Bringing a hand up to cup his balls, roll them through his hand. 

“Take it out,” Rain whispers, pleads. “ ‘s too tight.” 

“Does it hurt?” Mountain asks. He presses the flat of his tongue over Rain’s cock. Tasting pre and nylon. Rain’s cock pulses against his tongue. Spits another glob of pre into the stockings that Mountain greedily laps up. Humming as Rain moans. His fingers dig painfully into Mountain’s hair. “Yes. Satanas, Mount. Yes, it hurts. Please. Please.” 

Mountain purrs. Nuzzling his nose against Rain’s twitching cock. Breathing in the scent of Rain’s desperation. He hooks one fang into the stockings. Feels the way they give way beneath his teeth. Splitting the stockings just to the side of Rain’s cock. Dragging them open with his mouth until his lips press against warm, velvet soft skin with no barrier. 

The noise it drags from Rain makes Mountain’s cock kick and spit in his jeans.  Rain’s cock springs free. And Mountain pounces, sucking the head into his mouth. Laving his tongue along the sensitive underside. 

Rain hiccups, breath catching as his hips roll up into Mountain’s mouth. Unable to stop himself now. Cock sliding deeper and deeper into Mountain’s mouth with each little hump. 

“Thank you,” Rain breathes, relieved and pained in the same breath. Leaking like a faucet onto Mountain’s tongue. “Thankyou thankyou–oh—” 

Mountain digs his fingers into Rain’s thigh again, feels his fingers punch through the tights. The fabric running, laddering beneath his fingers and down Rain’s legs. He takes Rain deep, presses his nose to the soft hair at the base of his cock. Allows Rain to hold him there and fuck into his throat. Toes curling against Mountain’s back, still stocking clad. 

“Close,” Rain warns, Mountain just purrs. He slides his hands from Rain’s balls further back to circle his hole. Finding him slick and fluttering. He presses just the tip of his finger in and Rain keens. Rolling his hips to take the digit deeper, to fuck further into Mountain’s throat. 

Rain cums with a broken whine. Hips stuttering. Spilling thick down Mountain’s throat. Body sucking Mountain’s finger in deeper and deeper as he twitches. Clenching and fluttering as Mountain swallows him down. 

Mountain pulls back, pressing a soft kiss to the head. Rain hisses and the sound makes Mountain throb. He presses his finger deeper, slides another in alongside. Rain makes a gut punched noise, a devastated sound even as he grinds down on Mountain’s fingers. Looking for more despite his softening cock. 

“Gonna fuck you now,” Mountain whispers. Reaching down to palm himself. Ignored cock still painfully hard. 

Rain nods, frantically, dark curls falling into his face. He pushes himself up enough to hook his fingers into the waistband of the stockings, intent to pull them down. Mountain grabs his wrist with his free hand, stops him just as he starts to slip them down. When the other he pushes in deep, pets against a spot that has Rain’s eyes rolling back in his head, body going boneless against the couch. 

“No,” Mountain says, firm. “Leave them on. Let me fuck you through them.”