Flustered Promt #4
Dew and Swiss, please.
“Shit I’m sorry I didn’t mean to - I I’m should’ve knocked. Uhm I-I’ll just go.”
OOHH ghouls!
Tags: Swiss X Dew , handjob , voyeurism
Fuck!
Dew knows that he should have move, or do something. Close the door maybe or just run off but his body is rigid , stiff.
He couldn’t stop watching Swiss stroke himself on the couch, and he knows full well that Swiss is watching him.
“Shit I’m sorry I didn’t mean to - I I’m should’ve knocked. Uhm I-I’ll just go.” Dew tries to brush it off but steams are coming off from his tail and hands , his tendency to literally heat up when he’s flustered.
He moves again, trying to close the door finally.
“I didn’t tell you that you could go.”
He heard him. Dew pauses, eyes back in the room. He can see how Swiss is smirking. Face red and burning , so is what’s between his leg.
“Now, I’m not gonna let you off that easily.” Swiss chuckles, hand paused but still on his length. “Unzip your pants”.
Dew mutters something before stepping in but he was halted again.
“Ah ah, didn’t tell you that you could come in. Stay right there and unzip your pants.”
“What the fuck? But people could see me!”
Swiss smirks again. “Then you better hurry up.”
Reluctantly Dew took out his length and give himself a few pumps , matching Swiss’s speed as he looks at him.
The mere idea of someone catching him in just around the corner scares him, but also makes his cock twitches, he’s excited as his tail wags just around the tip of the spade, panting like a dog.
“Attaboy Dew, keep going or else someone is gonna see you”
“F-fuck you man” The fire ghoul curses but his hand wouldn’t stop, he ends up stumbling back till he hits the wall, more chances for anybody to see him now, that makes him moan, his thighs shuddering as he strokes faster, another hand grazing himself slightly on his chest.
He let out a desperate moan. “Fuck come on , come already, come…someone catch me please…”
Swiss smiles, enjoying how desperate Dew gotten as he nears his climax. He gives himself a few tug to encourage Dew.
But it seems like he didn’t need to do much as Dewdrop slumps on the floor, too high in his thought, fucking his hand with a loud moan everytime.”
He heard a clank of boots coming , making his hips thrusts faster as he sticks out his tongue, strings of his seeds shooting out of his length as he came all over Swiss’s front door.
He pants, the clanks of boots fading away as he looks back at Swiss, the ghoul had already came earlier as he watches him.
“You should do this more often, Dew.”
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