#Phantom is a pillow humper and you can’t tell otherwise

[chapel-of-rizztual]

am I late? maybe

sending you this one anyway

#14 phantom and rain

sending also a lot of love

-🪻

In all honesty, Rain should have knocked. He knows from experience that just walking into someone’s hotel room, especially after a show, was a bad idea. 

He heard it first, which should have been his first  indicator, little choked off whimpery moans. He was a fool to ignore them, he should have turned back then and there, but for some reason his brain wasn’t working. 

By the time he saw it, it was too late to turn back. Phantom was on the floor, on his knees, a thick white pillow wedged between his legs, as he rutted his hard cock against the soft fabric, with two fingers shoved deep into his mouth. 

“I-shit, Phant-I’m sorry.” Rain stutters, feeling his cheeks heat up with a blush. 

Phantom looks up at him with wet tear filled eyes.

“R-rain.” He whimpers around his fingers. “Help.” 

Rain can’t help the way his cock twitches in his pants. He drops to his knees in front of Phantom, watching as his cock drools onto the pillow. 

“What, what do you want-“ 

“Wanna cum-fuck- wanna cum, please.” He pulls his spit soaked fingers out of his mouth. “Rain, please.” 

“Yeah? You wanna cum, baby? Feels good to rut your cock into that pillow like that?” 

The tears that had welled in his eyes spill down his cheeks and he nods, shoving his finger back into his mouth, rolling his hips harder into the pillow. 

“That’s it, baby. Doing so good. So so good for me.” 

Phantom bites his lip, feeling heat pool in his belly. 

“Look at you, baby. Got me so hard just watching you, so hot.” 

Phantom moans uncontrollably, his head rolling back and his mouth drops open. 

“So desperate to cum, aren’t you?” 

Phantom whimpers around his fingers, pushing them deeper into his mouth, making a gargled sound. 

“Why don’t you touch yourself for me, hmm? Make yourself feel even more good for me.” 

The look Phantom gives him reminds him a little of startled deer. 

“I-I can’t- I don’t- I’ve never-“ He stutters, his red cheeks deepening. 

“You’ve never even touched yourself? Ever? Not even once?”

Phantom shakes his head.

“Just use a pillow, feels good.” He pants around his fingers.

“Okay, keep going, just like that. That feel good?” Sucking harder on his fingers, phantoms hips fall into an unsteady rhythm. “Oh, such a good boy. You gunna cum, baby?”

Phantom nods, letting out a small growl, rutting his hips onto the pillow In a steady rhythm. “Yeah-yeah, please.” The heat that pooled on his belly springs tight, tight, tighter, until Phantoms thighs are shaking and he’s whining madly around his fingers, looking at Rain with big wet eyes.

“That’s it, that’s my good boy, come for me, darling. Make a mess, baby.”

All it takes is four thrusts onto the pillow and Phantom is spilling hotly onto the soft fabric and over his thighs a little. He cries through his orgasm, letting out desperate wet sounds and Rain coos at him, brushing his hair from his eyes.

“That's it, my good boy, aren’t you? Did so good for me.” He’s still sucking on his fingers as he comes down from his high, looking at Rain with tear-blurred eyes , rutting his softening cock onto the cooling cum on the pillow.

Rain smiles sweetly at him. “How about we get on that bed over there and I’ll show you how to touch yourself properly, hmm? I’ll show you what you’ve been missing?”

Phantom blinks, clearing the tears from his eyes. He pulls his fingers from his mouth, a string of saliva connecting to his lips, and he smiles. “Yes please, daddy.”