#aether x dew

[glitchykaii]

⛧ I haven't had much time to work on drawings lately but I found these two old doodles I never posted, I ADORE these two man.. ⛧

[miasmaghoul]

Here, have some soft dewther emotional hurt/comfort for reasons that do not at all reflect anything about my current mental state no siree👍

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It's past midnight when Aether flops onto the common room sofa, exhausted from back to back shifts in the infirmary. It's a night he wishes that his own quintessence would work on himself, that he could wick away the ache in his back and the searing heat behind his eyes. He'd dragged himself here in search of food - Aether can't remember the last thing he ate, or when - but the sight of the couch had forced him to redirect.

So here he sits, alone in the dark common room, staring out the massive windows flanking the fireplace and watching the stars twinkle. He knows he should get up, should find something to put in his stomach so he can at least try to sleep, but his legs weigh a thousand pounds each and the thought of moving is enough to have Aether groaning into the silence surrounding him.

He wishes he were like Rain, like Swiss. That he could just close his eyes and be on his way to dreamland. That he didn't have to deal with the storm in his head, the revolving door of tasks to be done on his next shift. Reviewing the cases he'd handled today; there had been a flu outbreak in the human wing, and Aether stretches his hands while he thinks of every fever he'd soothed, every cough he'd calmed, every bit of suffering he'd pulled from those fragile bodies and let sink into himself.

Ghouls may not be susceptible to human illness, but the power it takes to heal them always leaves him feeling ill. Empty. Hollow.

Aether cracks his knuckles as the memory of one particular Sibling crosses his mind - a young girl, no more than twenty. Pale and shivering, hacking up a lung into the sleeve of her habit while she curled up in the corner of the waiting area. She was the only one who has arrived at the infirmary alone, a newly anointed Sister of Sin who hadn't found her footing yet. Hadn't found her family yet.

Her pain had been some of the worst for Aether to handle. Not because she was sick, there were other Siblings in far worse condition, but because she was alone. Aether could feel it in his bones the moment he touched her hand. An icy wave of anxiety and regret that had washed over every part of him, an ache even Aether couldn't soothe.

It would pass, he'd assured her. Everyone goes through this - the fear, the loneliness, the feeling that you've made a huge mistake by abandoning everything you knew and loved in the name of something new. Something better. Because there are expectations, assumptions, promises made that paint the church in an ideal, rose-colored light that draws in those eager for a place to belong.

It would pass, he'd assured her. It always does. She would find her routine, find Brothers and Sisters eager to take her under their wing. Find comfort in their Papa's sermons, in prayer and worship, as they all do. Eventually, everything would fall into place. She just needed to give it time. To let it happen.

She'd looked much better once her treatment was complete, had thanked him with a hug he could still feel untold hours later, and Aether was glad to see it. Truly.

But that cold pit of loneliness had stuck around long after she'd left the infirmary, a whirlpool of despair still swirling around in his chest. It's happened a few times before, when he's drained like this, but it's unpleasant all the same. Sore, almost. Like a thorn in his heart, digging deeper with every beat.

He should just go to bed. Make his legs work and drag himself down the impossible distance of the hall. Should collapse into his own bed and try to ignore the chill, the ache, the pounding in his head. He'd get to sleep eventually, right? It would be better than this - at least he'd be laying down. He should at least try.

The kitchen light flips on behind him, and Aether's too tired to jolt.

"Aeth?" A sleep-thick voice creeps into his ears, familiar, and Aether's shoulders sag. "What're you doin' in here?"

The soft patter of bare feet follows, and Aether sighs when their owner comes into view.

"Hey, Dew."

"Hey yourself," the little ghoul mumbles, rubbing at tired eyes. He's dressed in one of Aether's beat-up old shirts and a pair of sunflower printed pajama pants that undoubtedly belong to Sunshine. "I could smell you from my room," he says through a yawn, and Aether cringes. "D'you just get back?"

"Yeah," Aether rasps, working immediately to get his scent under control. It's something he always struggles with on nights like this. "Long day."

He crosses his arms over his chest, rolls his neck, and Dew frowns.

"Looks like more than that." Aether hugs himself a little tighter. "Wanna talk about it?"

"It's nothing," Aether huffs, the guilt of having woken Dewdrop enough to have that thorn sinking in further. "Go back to bed, love, I'm fine."

"Pfft," Dew waves a hand, dismissive, "how many times do I have to tell you you're a shitty liar?"

Aether groans, tosses his glasses to the side to dig the heels of his hands into his burning eyes. He hears Dew's tail thump against the area rug, obvious concern that he must be too tired to hide.

"I just...it was a long day," Aether sighs, resting his elbows on his knees and hunching over. "I'll be fine, I'm just...just tired, that's all."

Warm, bony hands come to rest on his shoulders, and it takes everything Aether has not to whimper at how good that simple touch feels.

"Aether," Dew says, low, "look at me."

He doesn't want to. Knows he too exhausted to hide the way the void in his chest will have darkened his eyes, brought out every line on his face. He knows that if he does, Dew will see the hurt. Hurt that isn't his problem, isn't something he needs to worry about. It's not his job.

"C'mon, Aeth," the little ghoul encourages, one hand leaving a shoulder to glide through Aether's thick, unruly hair. Aether does whimper then, can't help it, but silently prays Dew doesn't hear it. "Please?"

There's something so sincere in that one word that Aether can't deny him. He heaves a mighty sigh, leans back into the couch and begrudgingly lets Dew see.

Those copper eyes bore into him like white hot fire, and it only takes two breaths for Dew to understand.

"Oh, Aether," he breathes, cupping his worn face in those incredible hands. Aether sinks into the touch, something he can't quite name caught in the back of his throat. "What can I do?"

Nothing. Everything. Aether has no idea, too scattered and distracted by the icy claws scratching at his rib cage to do more than shake his head and flex his fingers. Dew won't break his gaze, looking down at him with concern knitting his brow and his mouth turned down at the corners. He brings his own hands up to hold Dew's wrists, overcome by the need for...for...

"Could you just -" a hiccup, one he can't help, "just...remind me I'm not alone?"

The words are miserable to say, a request he feels stupid for making and regrets instantly. Wishes he could take them back the second they pass his lips, a flush of embarrassment rushing up his throat when Dew tips his head. When a lock of golden hair that had slipped from his bun floats across his forehead, those gorgeous eyes gone soft around the edges.

But he doesn't have time to take them back, because Dew's already moving. Gently shaking off Aether's trembling grip and moving to straddle him on the couch. Skinny thighs bracketing his own while Dew settles in, leaning forward to get his arms under Aether's wrinkled white coat, looping them around his waist. Scooching closer until they're chest to chest, no more than their clothes to separate them, and then Dew's resting his head on Aether's shoulder.

"Don't worry, starlight," he lilts, soft as Aether's ever heard him. Dew kisses his neck, no more than a chaste peck. "'S long as I'm around, you never have to be alone."

The little ghoul starts to purr, his unnatural heat seeping into Aether's whole being, and Aether shudders. Wraps him up in strong arms and holds on tight, breathing in cedar and burnt cinnamon. Something so distinctly Dew that it overrides the mess in his head, in his heart, and as it does Aether can do nothing but believe him.

"Thank you, firefly," he huffs, voice thready. Something Dew would normally tease him for, but not tonight. He nuzzles closer, and Aether lets his cheek rest against the little ghoul's head. "Thank you."

[st-danger]

Saint.

Saint my beautiful, wonderful friend.

A thought. A prompt, even.

Dew in the middle of a quintessence sandwich. Aether teaching Aeon how to use his magick in all the ways Dew likes best. Showing him where and how to touch, what to say. How to manipulate his little body and worm his way into his mind. Just really fuckin' him up.

How do you think that would go?

Aether holds Dew tight against his chest, noses against his hairline and breathes his scent in while Dew moans, hips twitching and forcing his cock further into Aeon's mouth. The heat pouring off of him speaks to how worked up they have him. Jerky movements, unconscious, just an innate need to demand more. More lips around him, more tongue wiggling on the underside. Farther in. Too far, this time, and Aeon pulls off, sputtering and coughing.

"Sorry," Dew says, but doesn't sound particularly sorry to Aether at all.

Aeon recovers and seems unruffled, wipes his mouth off on the back of his hand, smiling up at Aether. At Dew, too, of course, but it's not meant for him. If only he knew that.

"Didn't you say you wanted to show me a little something?" Aeon wiggles his fingers and Dew goes still. Against his neck, Aether places a wet, sucking kiss.

"Okay?" he whispers against Dew's skin, fingertips stroking over his temple, down the side of his face. "Cool if we play?"

Dew chokes out a yes, and Aether takes a slow, deep breath and bleeds magick into him, tangling himself between every neuron in his brain.

"Touch him," Aether says, "and focus on finding me."

Aeon scrambles to sit up, cock bobbing while he does, and presses a palm to Dew's belly. Right to his core. With a deep breath in, and a slow breath out, Aeon grins, and Dew whimpers suddenly.

"Feel that?" Aether asks.

"You feel, like, electric," Aeon says, looking past Dew to meet Aether's lavender gaze. He looks so curious, so intrigued, crooked grin exaggerating the fold from the corner of his mouth to his nose. "Can you feel that?" he says to Dew.

"Yeah," Dew breathes, nodding, stomach trembling under Aeon's palm. Aethers fingers stroke against the side of his face again, and Dew whimpers, clutching frantically at the arm Aether keeps wrapped around his chest. "Makes everything feel- oh, like a lot."

"That's what I want you to try," Aether tells Aeon. "Take a deep breath and play around with the levels. As it were."

Aeon closes his eyes and when he breathes out, pushes a rush of quintessence into Dew, focuses on making everything but pleasure go silent and Dew cries out, sudden and panicked-

He's shooting all over his stomach, all over Aeon's hand, cock wagging around wildly as it spits. Knees drawing up. Aether has to laugh.

"Little much right out of the gate," he says, and Aeon looks as sorry as Dew had sounded earlier.

"Unholy shit," Aeon laughs, and ignores Dew's protests when he starts rubbing his cum all over his stomach, smearing it around. Gross. Filthy.

"Try easing into it," Aether suggests. "Give him just a hint. "

Dew's not even caught his breath, but Aeon is inside every nerve, alongside Aether, and he forces another, gentler wave of pleasure from him. His cock hasn't even had time to go soft, and it twitches while Aeon lets himself inside of the very fibre of Dew's being.

"You can just keep him like this?" Aeon asks, unable to resist getting a hand on his swollen cock. Needs to give it a nice squeeze, get some relief.

"Like what?" Aether asks, tone pleasant and conversational. Talking about Dew like he isn't there to hear him. A little more and they could make him mindless. "Cumming? Or on edge?"

"Both, I guess," Aeon says, and the tip of his tongue pokes out while he concentrates again, feeling around Dew, feeling for Aether.

"Follow my lead," Aether says.

It's interesting, watching Aeon figure it all out. It isn't like he's new to this, but this particular application certainly is unfamiliar. Like with most things, he's a quick learned with this, too, and he and Aether coordinate until they find themselves in a push-pull of forcing pleasure into him, and then easing off.

It goes on for a very, very long while.

Aether is so hard he knows he's staining his underwear. Dew gasps every time, writhes with it, squirms and moves his legs so much he accidentally kicks Aeon.

"Probably deserved that," Aeon laughs.

"Sit still," Aether admonishes.

"Cant," Dew whines. His hairline is damp with sweat. His back is wet where it meets Aether's chest. "Oh, fuck, can't- make me cum again, oh, I need to-"

"Next lesson," Aether says, and waits for Aeon's focus to come back to him, and then Dew goes limp.

Aeon's eyes go as wide as Dewdrop’s do.

"What," he whispers, "was that?"

"Now he'll stay still," Aether says, reasonably. In his arms, Dew begins to shiver, his cock wet and drooling.

"Fuck, Aether, Aeon, please," he warbles.

"You paralyze him?"

"Essentially," Aether nods, and nuzzles into Dew's neck again, to speak against his skin when he says, "he likes feeling helpless. Don't you?"

"Touch me," Dew moans, clutching at Aether and blinking up at Aeon through lashes that he hopes will clump with tears before too long.

"That it?" Aeon asks Dew, elated and unable to get his hand off himself. "You wanna lie here and be used?"

The answering moan says it all.

"Go on," Aether encourages him, fingertips still rubbing against Dew's temple. "Play around. He likes it when hes out of control." Aeon places his hands on Dew's knees, and spreads them apart. There's no resistance. Despite knowing that, actually watching it is something else entirely, and the visual has Aether biting the side of his tongue.

He moves him like he's a doll.

Aeon sucks on his index finger, and they watch as he reaches and-

Dew moans as Aeon rubs at his hole, claws digging into Aether's arm.

"Yeah?" Aeon asks, eyebrow quirked. "Sensitive there, aren't you?"

"Fuck off," Dew snaps.

"You can keep him from talking, if you want," Aether suggests, and Dew makes a noise of dissent that he and Aeon ignore. Aeon looks deep in concentration while he pushes his finger in and out the smallest bit, but it's got Dew's face bright red.

"What can I do to him?" Aeon asks Aether. Not Dew; he asks Aether. It's been so long since he's had another ghoul with the same magick skillset to play with, and he's missed it more than he wants to admit.

"A lot of things," Aether says, drawing his tongue up the shell of Dew's ear and forcing another moan from him. "Whaddya have in mind?"

Aeon leans in and kisses Dew, a quick pluck of his mouth, followed by licking a stripe up the side of his face, forcing Dew to cringe.

"Aw," Aeon says, patronizing. He gives him another quick kiss, and rubs his nose against Dew's, affectionate.

"Aeon," Dew says weakly. "It's so much, both of you-"

"I want him to struggle," Aeon says. "I like it when they fight." He kisses the tip of Dew's nose. "It's cute."

[forlorn-crows]

Mushy May Day 14: Sex Turning Into Making Love

these boys infiltrated my brain on my drive home today, so dewther it is

Pairings: Aether/Dew

Words: 1081

“Lucifer, look at you, so fucking small,” Aether pants. He’s got his strong hands pressing Dew’s hips into the mattress, thumbs meeting just below his belly button, fucking hard into his tight, abused hole. Dew’s dick bounces with each thrust, precum smearing messily over his stomach and Aether’s fingers. “Bet you could just—” The quintessence ghoul grabs the hand that’s twisting into the sheets, placing it palm down over Dew’s own lower belly. Both of them groan at the little pressure he applies. It’s just enough to:

“Feel you,” Dew breathes. “Fuck I can feel it right—” Aether thrusts hard and deep, the end of his sentence cutting off with a garbled whine. 

“Yeah, right there, oh right fucking there, huh?” The quintessence ghoul slips his hands under the small of Dew’s back, forcing it to arch as he all but pulls him on and off his cock. If he didn’t feel small before, he certainly does now, flung around by his mate like it’s nothing. 

“F-fuck, Aether,” he moans. “Put me in your lap, wanna ride you.”

Aether pulls out and scoops up the little ghoul, hugging him close and shuffling to rest against the headboard. Dew slots his knees on either side of Aether’s hips, sitting on the tops of his thighs so their cocks lie next to each other. Aether groans and wraps a hand around them both, stroking lightly.

The fire ghoul gasps and looks up at him through long lashes. “Kiss me?” he asks, voice almost demure. Aether pulls him in by the back of his neck, nipping his bottom lip before licking hungrily into Dew’s mouth. Dew melts into it, rutting greedily into Aether’s hand and pawing at his chest. 

Aether growls and drops both his hands to Dew’s ass. He lifts him up and spreads his cheeks, dipping a calloused finger past his rim. Dew can’t help but keen.

“So open for me—wanna stretch your little hole over my fat knot,” he breathes against Dew’s mouth. The fire ghoul whines again, pressing down onto his finger. 

“Please, fuck please.”

Aether lines up the wide head of his cock and drops him onto it. He sinks all the way down with a choked-off moan, staring wide-eyed at Aether’s face, who’s looking down at where they’re joined with an open mouth. He drags his hands up to Dew’s waist, his touch suddenly soft and reverent.

“Dew,” he whispers, eyes finally tracking up to meet the little ghoul’s gaze. There’s pieces of golden hair falling in his face, tinged silver by the halo of moonlight around his head. It contrasts the coppery glow of his irises, barely visible by how wide his pupils are blown. His cheeks are flushed, lips pink and shiny. Dew’s fingers flex where they’re still perched on Aether’s pecs, his little chest heaving with each ragged breath. He looks so:

“Beautiful,” Aether murmurs, brushing away a strand of hair back behind his horns. “Fuck, fire lily, look at you . . .” 

That blush creeps further down his face, bleeding onto his neck. “Will you hold me?” It’s not a common request, but it makes Aether’s heart swell anytime he asks. 

“Of course,” he sighs, wrapping his arms around Dew and pulling him close, tucking his nose into that sweet smoky scent in the crook of his neck. Dew wraps his arms around his neck, his thighs tightening against Aether’s hips. The quintessence ghoul groans and his hips twitch up of their own accord, grinding his dick further into Dew’s ass. 

“Feels s’ good, Aethe,” Dew gasps. He mouths over his ear and clings on tighter to his shoulders. 

“So good,” Aether echos. He lifts Dew a little further up his cock, making room to thrust lazily into him. “Fuck, Dew, how do you feel so good.” The last word comes out as a broken gasp, matched in emotion by Dew’s near sob at the head of Aether’s cock dragging over his prostate. 

“Dunno,” he says dumbly, “just—fuck keep going, just like that.”

“Anything, anything you want.” Aether’s helpless to the change in emotion. Sure, Dew’s just as small in his arms like this, pink hole stretched tight around his cock which is quickly fattening at the base. He could easily pin the little ghoul to his chest and fuck into him with abandon; or, manually bounce him up and down his length just by gripping his hips. But the way Dew simply arches into him, kisses sweetly over the shell of his ear and the edge of his jaw, gasps each time the head of his dick brushes against the soft roll of Aether’s stomach—it’s enough to turn him sappy. 

“Can feel your knot,” Dew gasps after a few minutes of languid, measured rutting. 

“Uh huh,” Aether moans, pressing the knot more firmly against his ass, holding pressure. 

“Touch me when you put it in, wanna cum with you.”

“Oh Satanas, Dew, now, gonna pop it now, fuck, help me get it in, need you to—” Aether pushes down on his hips, feeling the bulb give slightly and sink further in. 

“That’s it, it’s gonna—”

“Yeah—”

“Aether, touch me, please it’s gonna—” Dew reaches back to pull on his rim, stretching himself just that little bit more until Aether sinks all the way in with a pained gasp. 

“Oh oh oh, Dew please please,” Aether babbles, fumbling to get a hand on the smaller ghoul. 

Dew whines as he strokes him loose and fast, coating his length with the precum that had been steadily running down the underside. 

“So tight, I can’t, ‘m gonna cum,” Aether cries.

“Me too, oh fuck, make me cum, Aethe, make me yours.”

“Mine, all mine, shit.” Dew digs his claws into Aether’s shoulders, and the little pinpricks of pain send him over the edge, shuddering and groaning as he cums deep in Dew’s ass. 

“Yesyesyesyes,” Dew chants, gasping when he starts shooting over Aether’s fist and onto his stomach. 

“So perfect, you’re so fucking perfect.” They’re both breathless, holding each other close and panting into fevered flesh. Dew hiccups with each aftershock, burning his face further into Aether’s heavy ozone-laden scent with each spasm. 

“Lucifer, Aether,” Dew breathes after a full minute, pulling back to look dazedly at him. He doesn’t say it outright, but the quintessence ghoul knows what he means to say. 

“I love you too, so fucking much.” The kiss they share only serves to solidify the sentiment—slow and passionate, clinging to each other as if just not close enough.

[ghoul-slime]

Kinktober/Ghostober 2023 - Day 3 - Gloves (Aether/Dew)

Falling more and more behind but hey, I saw Sleep Token last night and they fucking absolutely ruled. So totally worth it. Anyway, here's some Aether/Dew glove kink!

Day 3: Gloves (Aether/Dew + latex gloves, fingering, handjobs, very light medfet focusing just on the gloves)

Sure Dew misses him on tour terribly, but Aether’s recent role reassignment from the Ghost project’s rhythm guitar player to head of the ministry infirmary had come with a certain number of unexpected benefits.

Dew had realized it the day before the band had gone back out on the road, when he went down to the infirmary for one last goodbye kiss from Aether before getting on the bus and heading out on tour for the next six months. 

Aether had just stepped out of the exam room when Dew’s eyes immediately zeroed in on the pair of black gloves he was wearing. The way the shiny black latex stretched tight across Aether’s big hands, hands that were so familiar to him now piquing Dew’s brain in a completely new way. Dew inhales, flares his nostrils, goes hot under the collar when Aether pulls them off, stretching the latex taut and pulling them off with a sharp snap.

His cock twitches in his pants.

“Dew?” Aether calls his name, snaps him out of it. When he finally looks up Aether is staring down at him with a raised eyebrow.

Ever since that moment Dew has thought about them. About what it would be like to be touched by Aether while he was wearing the gloves. He fantasized about it alone in his bunk every single night with his dick in his hand. He’d gone two months before breaking, admitting his interest to Aether and begging him to send him a picture of his hands covered in latex. 

Aether did him one better, sent a video of himself with gloves on and his fat, hard cock in hand. In the video Aether stroked himself from root to tip, smearing lube around with his gloved fist, tugging himself off until he came, breathing hard and dribbling pearly white cum across the black latex, all over his hands and fingers.

Dew came watching that video so many times he lost count.

Now, months and seemingly endless months later, Dew is finally back home. Back with the quintessence ghoul he missed so achingly bad and at long last, ready to go to bed with him and try out his new special interest in person for the very first time.

Dew’s naked and laid out on the sheets when Aether walks in. His eyes dart to bare hands, he’s not wearing the gloves yet but Dew’s face still goes hot. Aether sits beside him on the mattress, gives him a gentle peck on the lips before he’s pulling Dew’s prize out of a box on his bedside table. A brand new pair of black latex gloves that he makes a show of pulling on. Slipping big hands into the tight material and pulling at the wrist, tugging and stretching the latex down his palm to his wrists. He wriggles his fingers and lets go of the latex with a snap, drawing a sharp gasp from Dew. He repeats with the other hand before clasping both together, flexing his fingers and holding them up for Dew to admire.

“Legs up,” Aether instructs. Dew complies, spreading his skinny legs open and folding them up reaching to hook his arms around the backs of his knees. 

“Good boy,” Aether smiles, taking in the sight of Dew holding himself open and completely exposed. “Just look at that,” he hums in appreciation, eyes roaming every inch of Dew’s exposed flesh. “I can see all of you. So pretty for me.”

Dew keens, spreads his legs just a little more, humps his hips into the air insistently. Showing Aether just how ready he is for this.

Aether brings one hand to Dew’s lips. “Taste?” 

Dew nods enthusiastically, opens his mouth, offers up his little pink tongue for Aether’s latex-covered fingers to pet at. Dew sucks them in, laps at his digits, slips his tongue between his fingers, relishing in the unfamiliar taste and smooth texture of latex on his tongue.

Dew looks up at Aether with glassy eyes when he draws away. Swipes his tongue across his lips, chasing the taste of the gloves.

Aether chuckles fondly at Dew’s enthusiasm, reaches to the bedside table to pump a generous squirt of lube into the palm of his hand, smearing it around until his glove is shining and wet. He reaches between Dew’s legs to pet one finger across his fluttering, pink hole and Dew lets out a sharp oh as the cool lube makes contact with sensitive skin.

He rubs the pad of one finger around Dew’s hole, letting him take in the feeling of the smooth lube-coated latex against his entrance. Dew closes his eyes, mouth slack and lips parted when Aether slides in slowly with his middle finger, pushing in to the last knuckle before withdrawing again.

He fingers Dew with that slow pace, pushing in and out, letting Dew linger on the feel of the gloves, of the slick and slippery latex and Aether’s thick fingers sliding inside his body. Working him open, slow and steady and wet.

Aether pulls out, pumps more lube into his hand before he’s crowding his two middle fingers together and pushing back in. He feels his way in deep, until he’s crooking his fingers up, petting at Dew’s insides with the latex-covered pads of his fingers. Dew cries out when Aether finds his prostate, pressing firm and rubbing back and forth with wet, slippery fingers. 

Dew’s grip on his legs goes white as Aether fucks in and out, setting a rapid pace, flicking the pads of his fingers repeatedly against his most sensitive place. The latex of the gloves makes it even more slippery, lets Aether push in even deeper. The wet sounds of Aether’s fingers working Dew’s tight little body open have Dew gasping, legs quivering as he fights to hold himself open, cock kicking out a steady stream of pre as Aether fucks into him.

Dew is close to shooting all over himself when suddenly Aether stops, pulls his fingers out and leans back to admire his work. He groans at the sight of Dew's slick, wet hole, pink and stretched open so pretty from Aether’s fingers. Aether takes it in, the way Dew’s skinny little chest heaves as he struggles to even out his breaths, the way his claws leave little red indents in the skin where he holds his own legs open, the way his pretty little hole gapes and winks at him, begging to be filled again.

Aether pumps a squirt of lube into his free hand, rubs both palms together, wetting his gloves completely before he’s reaching back in, smoothing his fingers across Dew’s hole, petting at his balls, pressing a wet thumb against the sensitive skin of his perineum while Dew writhes and whines, begging with little moans and whimpers for Aether to touch his cock, to fill him up again. To let him come with Aether’s latex-covered fingers in his ass.

Aether wraps a wet glove around Dew’s straining, dribbling cock, slicking him up and jacking him off. He rubs the tip of one finger across the head of it, smearing beads of pre around, drinking in Dew’s shallow little gasps as he circles the pad of his finger around the tip, dips into the slit, rubs at the underside of the head with his thumb until he feels Dew’s legs shaking.

He crowds three fingers together on his other hand, slides in deep with no resistance and pets, finding Dew’s prostate again and flicking the pads of his fingers with short, quick strokes. Dew cries out as Aether works his cock with one hand and and fucks his ass with the other, the sound of wet latex on skin filling the room alongside Dew’s sharp little gasps, guttural moans, and pleas for more.

“That’s right, baby,” Aether encourages him, pressing in deep and jacking him off faster. “Cum for me sweetheart, cum all over my fingers. Feel me inside of you and cum for me.”

Dew’s eyes fly open when he cums, back arching off the bed as Aether wrings the orgasm out of him, petting in deep with his fingers until he feels Dew stop spasming around him, until his cock stops spitting ropes of cum across his heaving chest and belly.

Dew lets his shaking legs drop to the bed, struggles to push himself up on his elbows as Aether pulls his fingers out of him, lets his softening cock rest against his now-wet stomach. He groans at the sight of Aether’s hands, gloves filthy and wet, completely covered in lube and cum. Dew lets his head fall back against the pillows and he giggles, satisfied and spent and totally boneless.

Aether tugs the gloves off, balls them up together and tosses them into the bedside trash before he’s diving in to kiss his little ghoul on the lips, running his sweaty fingers through Dew’s even sweatier hair.

As they kiss, Aether thinks of all the other fun supplies in the infirmary that Dew might be interested in trying out next.

[sad-sad-detective]

Inspired by “Demon Lover”

It’s finally done!

[iamthecomet]

it's 4 am and reading dew getting fucked dumb silly is giving me some horny thoughts right now and here's one of them!

Aether fucking Dew Silly and filling Him up so roughly that dew can still feel cum dripping down his legs all day making him Unsaitablely horny, horny to the point he can't focus. Dew ends up goin into aether's room and starts masturbatin, calling out aether's name. unknown to him aether's is in there behind the bathroom masturbating listening in on dew.

fast forward a bit, aether is eating out dew and maybe fisting him feeling his insides coated with cum. fisting him until dew has a fucking mega orgasm that leaves him Trembling and satisfied for like a week. After all that, daddy aeth does aftercare treating dew like a queen.

Sopping wet satisfied Fucked out Queen~

Who deserves love~

@royalchachi and @running-ace21 demanded a tag for this one. Hope it lives up to the hype.

Dew's wet.

He's sticky and sloppy between his legs. It's been distracting him all day. Ever since Aether woke him up by grinding against the cleft of Dew's ass. Ever since Aether shoved his face into the pillows and fucked him open until he sobbed.

Then he had to go to breakfast and drink his coffee with everyone else, pretending he wasn't sore, and used, and dripping. Pretending his eyes were puffy from lack of sleep and not from getting his brains fucked out before he was even fully awake.

It's chore day. He's spent the last few hours shambling around the chapel. Polishing priceless artifacts with careless, trembling hands.

If Aether had cleaned him up after, or let him take a shower, he might be ok. He wouldn't be walking around with the reminder of his morning soaking into his boxers, drying tacky on his thighs. But Aether had thrown his clothes at him and claimed they were late.

Late for what? Dew'd asked and Aether didn't answer. It feels like a game, a test. Something Aether is trying to learn about him without actually asking. Dew hates feeling like he's failed when he doesn't even know the rules.

He's been hard all day on and off. Waxing and waning with lack of stimulation. But the burn of arousal has been there the whole time. Low and lurching in his gut. Every time he crouches down to grab something he feels what Aether's done to him. It sends a zap of pleasure up his spine to rattle his brain stem.

He does an even shittier job on his chores than he usually does. Leaving relics half cleaned. Leaning into the fact that Copia won't notice or care, and Sister will be too busy to check.

If worse comes to worst he'll blame it on a sibling.

He has to do something about this. Right now.

It's after lunch when he finally pries himself away from his duties. He knocks on Aether's door instead of going to his own room. He isn't sure if he wants an answer or not. Part of him wants to lay on Aether's bed, press his face into his pillows, inhale the lavender and honey smell of him, and fuck himself on Aether's bedsheets until he cums.

The other half is hoping Aether finished with his chores early and is willing to go for another round.

Either way, he needs to get off, and he needs to get off, now.

There's no answer from Aether's room, but the door is unlocked--like always. He lets himself in. He calls for Aether once, and gets silence in response.

He toes his boots off and throws himself down on Aether's bed with a small huff. He undoes his pants enough that he can shove his hand in them, getting his fist around his cock, hard and sticky, and throbbing already in in his hand.

He lays back on Aether's pillows and closes his eyes as he pulls himself free, stroking from root to tip, dragging his palm over the sticky head. His hands aren't quite as big as Aether's, but the callouses are the same, and with the right amount of imagination he can pretend his rough grip is Aether's.

It's very quickly not enough.

He shoves his pants down to his thighs. He spreads his legs, loops one arm under his thigh so he can work his fingers into himself. He can't get deep, the angle is wrong. But he can sink far enough in for a little extra stimulation. He finds himself sticky, wet, still open. The push is easy.

He closes his eyes, back arching as he works himself over, twisting his hand up under the head. He jerks himself off the way Aether does, long twisting strokes, harsh squeezes at the base. He shudders with each pass of his own hand as he imagines it's Aether working his thick fingers into his ass, Aether with his massive hand around his cock.

Dew whines. "Aeth," he bites out, digging his fangs into his teeth.

Aether's bathroom door slams open.

Dew yelps, ripping his fingers out of his body and trying to launch himself off the bed and away, heart hammering in his chest.

He can't help but notice the way his fingers are covered in Aether's cum. He wipes them off on his shirt.

Aether's standing in the doorway of his bathroom. He leans against the doorframe, shirtless. He cocks an eyebrow at Dew.

"This is my room, firefly."

"I...uh..." Dew might have a response if he had any blood left in his brain to think about it. He thinks he's doing pretty well considering. SInce he has the wherewithal to at least attempt to pull his pants back up.

"Get back on the bed," Aether orders.

Dew freezes. He's at the foot of the bed. The door to the hallway is on his left, Aether's on his right. He doesn't know where to go. He wants to get back on the bed. Wants to know what Aether's going to do to him. But part of him is worried it will be along drawn out thing. And he can't do it. He can't sit here and be tortured. He can't wait another half an hour to cum. It's not possible.

Aether pushes away from the bathroom, he closes the distance. Dew freezes like a cornered animal. He'd put on a good face, and pretend he wants to leave, but the way his cock kicks betrays him.

"Is my cock not enough for you? Not enough to satisfy you anymore?" Aether crowds towards Dew. Dew backs up, his knees hit the edge of the bed as Aether stalks towards him. Aether bullies close enough that Dew has to sit or he'll lose his balance. The second his ass hits the bed, Aether's on him. He drags his jeans off, tossing them somewhere over his shoulder.

Then Dew's knees are up by his ears, and he's scrabbling for something to hold onto as Aether licks a stripe up Dew's thigh, catching his own drying cum and Dew's slick on his tongue.

"Filthy," Aether mumbles against Dew's skin.

"Aeth--"

"You like it," Aether says, violet eyes meeting Dew's. "You like walking around with me dripping down your thighs, don't you?"

Dew wants to deny it. Wants to fight this, but then Aether is sinking two fingers into him all at once and Dew can't do anything except keen with it.

"Satanas. You're still full of me," Aether sounds like the air has been sucked from his lungs. Dew knows the feeling. He drops his head back onto Aether's bed and tries not to drown in sensation.

Aether works him further open, slipping a third finger in with ease. He drags his fingers over the spot that makes Dew's vision go dark. Petting softly, pressing kisses to the messy underside of Dew's thighs, his ass cheeks, the base of his cock, anywhere Aether can put his mouth he does.

He licks a bead of precum from the tip of Dew's cock and grins up at him when Dew's eyes start to roll back in his head.

"Look at this greedy hole," Aether groans, slipping a fourth finger in. "Sucking me in, can't get enough can you?"

Dew shakes his head. It's a lot, too much even. But still, not enough. Not enough to satisfy. Not enough to get him to cum. He squeezes his eyes shut.

He's thinking about begging Aether to touch him, his own hands are beyond help. He can only grab at Aether's sheets and hope to survive this.

Aether crowds his fingers together, pressing them together, his thumb resting under his others as he presses all five in and Dew bows off the bed. He wails at the pressure, at the feeling of Aether's knuckles pressing against him, pushing like he might pop them in at any second.

He's taken bigger. He's taken Moutain and Aether at the same time. He squeezes his eyes shut. His body screams at him, too much, not enough. Get out, put it in.

Aether finally, finally, puts his hand on Dew's cock.

It takes almost nothing. Four solid strokes, and Dew's orgasm rolls through him like a freight train. He sobs. His vision goes black, as his body thrashes with it. Powerful convulsions he feels in his bones.

He comes to in Aether's bathtub. The water close to boiling, Aether's hands in his hair.

"Aeth?" his voice is rough. Satanas how loud did he get?

"Welcome back, firefly." Aether's voice is quiet, gentle. "How do you feel?"

"Tired. Sore. What the fuck, Aeth. I think you ruined me."

"Only for today. Come on, let's get you cleaned up and then we'll put on a movie and take a nap."

Dew leans back into Aether's touch. "I get to pick the movie."

Dew doesn't need to see Aether to know he's rolling his eyes. "Anything you want, Princess."

[kkaisarion]

playing favorites

what's up heathens, could i perhaps interest you in some puppy play? specifically, aether bringing puppy rain and puppy dew together for a playdate?

rating: explicit

pairing: aether/rain/dew

includes: threesome, daddy aether, blow jobs, rimming, anal sex, breeding, knotting, you've heard of good cop/bad cop, now get ready for good pup/bad pup, acab

word count: 2668

excerpt:

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Aether interrupts. “Come over here and kneel for me.” Dew blinks, and then a sly grin spreads across his face. “Why should I?” he challenges. “Because if you’re not going to do as I say, I’ll kick you out,” Aether says reasonably. “Why would I tolerate you misbehaving, when I already have a good puppy right here?”

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[ghuleh-recs]

Holy Dew - a series by littlemoon-beam

He remembers crying when Lucifer's first words are repeated from this man with soft eyes."Tell me your name, Fallen."He remembers sobbing out the name The Morning Star had given him, forcing it from between his lips."Dewdrop."He remembers hearing it spoken out like a prayer, like his name held weight on the man's tongue.

Is anyone else out there sometimes flabbergasted by how beautifully written fanfiction can be?

Moon's Holy Dew series is absurdly good. It follows angel!Dew as he is cast out from heaven only to find the true meaning of unselfish love and acceptance among Lucifer and our beloved band of ghouls. It's poetic and heart wrenching but don't get me wrong--it is bursting at the seams with deliciously well-written smut.

There are so many passages that actually take my breath away that I could barely choose what quotes to include in this rec. For example:

The pangs of betrayal scream through his blood. He'd been a puppet, an actor in a play he never agreed to, held up by love fashioned into a noose, tightening around his throat a little more each day until it snuffed out his breath and sucked the Grace from his veins.

I also wanted to point out that this series touches on something that I think rings true for quite a few Ghost fans. Dew being cast out of heaven only to find love with the other ghouls directly parallels the real life experience of finding love and acceptance only once you're able to leave the church and sometimes the family who was supposed to love and accept you in the first place.

It's heavy but it's also healing (and oftentimes scorchingly hot). Please go check it out if you haven't already!

☆Please read, give kudos, leave a comment, and subscribe to the series on AO3!

[glitchykaii]

May I offer some Dewther in these trying times? ⛧

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❦

Plus extra Sodo/Dew meme redraw cuz why not, what a loser 🤘

[miasmaghoul]

I’ve been thinking about 0 stamina dew recently. Like that part in mummy dust where he jerks off in time for the canon? Dude gets in like 4 jerks before he’s blowing his load. Probably would be even less if it was someone else’s hands on him.

you guys have no idea what a minute man dew truther i am omg my moment has cum

Dew tries not to view it as a weakness.

He has stamina in other ways. More than most, really. He can take and take without complaining - well, not in any way that matters, at least. He can take pain and pleasure, humiliation and scorn, laughter and praise; whatever they give, he will gladly take. Takes it all in stride, even, save for the occasional case of supdrop or mild internal bruising. Dew is good at taking.

When it comes time to give, though -

"Dew, fuck, please-" Aether voice quivers as much as his belly, tight with pleasure. "Please give it to me."

Well, there's a reason Dew rarely tops.

"Soon," he breathes, licking his lips while he watches Aether open up for him. "Soon, I promise."

Aether drops his head back onto the mattress with a groan, rolls his hips, and Dew sighs.

There's a reason he rarely tops, but Aether asked, and Aether always gets what he wants. Whether Dew likes it or not.

As though he could possibly not.

They've been here for a while now, started back when the sun still painted his room in summery tones of rose and peach. It's lit by Dew's bedside lamp now, but Aether looks no less tantalizing in this light.

On his back, legs splayed and hanging over the edge of the bed, fists bunched in pale gray sheets. He's flushed all over, skin shiny with sweat and speckled with evidence of Dew's mouth. Splotches of color that pepper Aether's throat, his inner thighs and everywhere in between. Sucked in deep enough that Dew will be able to press on them for a few days to remind Aether what he can do.

Dew's eyes, though, aren't caught on those marks. They're been stuck between Aether's legs for a while now, ever since Dew settled to his knees between those strong thighs. Stuck on the sight of Aether's wet, purpling cock, throbbing where it rests in the crease of his hip. It jumps every time Dew's fingers move, every time he curls them deep inside Aether's needy body.

Dew pets at the bump of his prostate and Aether yelps as his cock spits a blurt of pre. There's a trail of it coating Aether's hip, just begging to be lapped up. Dew indulges, drags his tongue from Aether's frenulum and over the fresh bead already welling up in his slit. Relishing the choked off gasp he gets in return, in the way that tight pink hole clamps down around his digits.

He licks up the mess coating Aether's warm skin, bathes his tongue in the salty musk of pre and sweat, and Dew's own cock dribbles onto the hardwood floor.

The thing has gone ignored all evening, left alone while Dew worked Aether over. While he licked into his mouth and kissed down his chest. While he took every inch of Aether into his hot mouth and swallowed him down. While he pressed wet, sloppy kisses to Aether's full balls and tickled his soft, pink rim.

It hurts. Aches in a way Dew really likes, in spite of himself. It's so hard, flushed red and sticking straight out, wagging in the air whenever Aether lets out one of his beautifully agonized sounds. The little ghoul hasn't so much as squeezed at it, devoting himself instead to pulling pleasure from Aether's stunning body in any way he can.

He has no other choice - one rogue brush of his own fingers could spell his doom.

Well, maybe not just a brush, but it certainly wouldn't help.

Dew rolls his hips into the air anyway, silent desperation. His other hand, the one not busy milking drop after drop of fluid from Aether's twitching cock, provides a distraction. He funnels heat into his palm, rubs it over Aether's thigh and up his stomach. Aether hisses at the burning warmth, squirms, and Dew pulls it back just enough to make him groan instead.

"Dew - love, please," he begs, the sound of it hitting the little ghoul right in the gut, "you - want you -"

"You've got me," Dew assures him, trying not to let his voice betray the soreness between his legs. Not that he needs to hide it, Aether knows exactly why Dew's holding out on him. They've been here before.

"You know what I mean," Aether pants, gasping out a soft oh when Dew's overwarm hand wraps around his pulsing length. Aether peers down at him with blown-out eyes and bee stung lips, deep hunger lining his face. Dew gives his swollen tip a little kiss and pillows his head on Aether's thick thigh, letting out deep sigh.

"Are you close?"

Dew crooks his fingers and a generous blob of pre slides down over his knuckles. Aether shivers, but he doesn't respond, and Dew has his answer.

"You know how this works," he murmurs, smearing that slickness over Aether's shaft and starting to stroke. "You know how to get it inside."

Dew watches Aether dig his fingers into the sheets harder, and he can't help the little moan that escapes him.

"Just tell me when," he breathes, nipping at the tender skin of Aether's hip. "Then you can have it."

It's not that he wants to deny Aether. Not really. That's more of a pleasant side effect of this exercise. Dew has a definite goal here, one he's never managed but always aims for, and it hinges on getting Aether to that razor's edge before he even thinks about giving him what he wants. It's the only way Dew stands a chance.

Patience is not a virtue the little ghoul possesses in spades, but determination is another story.

Tonight, he will make Aether cum on his cock.

Dew snorts to himself - even in his head it sounds ridiculous. Something that should be so simple, always just out of his grasp. He tries, every time he tries, and yet success eludes him. Always on a hair trigger, never more than a few pumps from spilling long before he's ready. Weak to any pressure around the sensitive flesh hanging between his legs, pathetically so. His own hand was bad enough, and that's a habit he's mostly abandoned in favor of becoming something of a communal hole instead.

But he is determined, and Aether deserves to spill all over his own belly before Dew fucks a hot load into him. Dew will be so good to him afterwards to make up for the wait, he swears he will - all Aether has to do is give him this. Has to lay there and take what the little ghoul gives him, has to let Dew push and push until he can't take any more, driven to the brink until he's a drooling, quivering mess.

Dew wraps his lips around the head, gives him a nice slurp, and Aether's back arches. The sound he makes when Dew stretches his jaw and swallows him down is low and decadent, deliciously sinful. It only takes a few bobs of his head for Aether's breathing to go stilted, and Dew takes that as his opportunity to wiggle a third finger into Aether's eager hole.

"Lucifer that's good," Aether says in a rush, trying to rock back against Dew's hand. His cock throbs against Dew's tongue and the little ghoul groans, the vibration of it forcing a tremor through every inch of Aether's body. "Oh, Dew -"

His voice melts into a tight, reedy plea for more, and Dew knows it won't be much longer now. He doubles down on wringing those heady sounds from Aether's throat. Messy, unintelligible gurgles that flow freely from his tongue and his cock pours pre down Dew's throat.

Aether's fluttering round his probing fingers now, hot and velvety in a way that makes Dew's eyes cross. He's rutting into the air mindlessly, skinny hips humping against nothing at all. Part of him hates that he can stay so hard for so long, only to fall apart in seconds. It feels like a betrayal on the deepest level, but right now Dew doesn't care.

Aether's starting to sound stupid now, and it's music to his ears. Little ah, ah, ah sounds forced out with every swirl of Dew's fingers over his most sensitive spots. He's started to draw his knees up too, started to curl in on himself, and Dew feels Aether's balls begin to draw up against his chin.

"Close, close," Aether warns, moaning long and low when Dew pulls off with a wet pop.

"Yeah?" He asks it a bit breathlessly, eyes sparkling and cock jumping. "Gonna shoot for me?" Aether gives him a frantic nod and Dew groans, biting his lip. "Fuck, I'm gonna make you feel so good."

He pulls his fingers from Aether's tense, quivering body with no ceremony, little chest heaving as he shoves himself to his feet. His knees scream at the movement, but Dew does not have the capacity to care. He paws at the bed in search of their discarded bottle of lube, digging it out from the mess of blankets and popping the cap.

"Legs up," he instructs, drizzling entirely too much slick over himself, "show me - yeah, just like that, fuck."

Dew groans through his teeth when Aether grabs for his knees and tucks them up by his chest, making sure not to hide his face. Dew would never allow that. He's slick and swollen, puffy hole clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled. Dew pours more lube there too, and Aether squeezes his eyes shut with a strangled sound.

"Shh," the little ghoul soothes, smearing the lube over his hole and pushing some inside. "I've got you, I've got you."

With a deep breath, Dew finally risks touching himself where it counts. His whole body feels like a livewire, twitchy with unspent energy and tension. He hasn't only ignored his cock tonight - his whole body remained off limits, even to Aether. Especially to Aether. He can feel sweat trailing down his temples, down his sacrum, and when Dew oh-so-gently spreads that generous layer of lube over himself it knocks the air from his lungs. It's just so sensitive.

With a barely-hidden whimper, Dew wipes his slippery hand clean on the sheets and grips tight at the base, his other hand digging into the plushness of Aether's thigh. Squeezing mindlessly while he lines up his dripping cock with Aether's wet hole. There's entirely too much lube in play here, but it's all intentional. Necessary, if you ask Dew. An added barrier, a reduction in sensation that his body desperately needs.

It hardly helps. Even the bump of his tip against Aether's hole feels like too much, and Dew grabs at Aether's cock again. Strokes once, twice, three times to make sure he's still riding the edge. The way Aether's toes curl is a dead giveaway.

"Dew," he bites out, licking his lips and opening himself so wide, "now."

Dew can deny him no longer.

The little ghoul shouts when the tip slips into that tight ring of muscle, and the searing pressure of Aether's body shreds his patience with the sharpest claws. It sucks him in, hot and silky and so, so perfect. Dew sinks into him in one long push, not trusting himself to stop. If he stops, Aether might clamp down on him. If Aether clamps down on him, his head will implode.

What a way to go.

Dew seats himself to the hilt, and the moment their hips meet his shoulders hunch. He's throbbing already, his balls tight, and Dew cannot stay still or silent.

"Aeth - shit, Aether," he nearly whispers, chest heaving while his greedy hands grope at Aether's belly and chest, "so good, you feel so good, oh -" He starts pumping before he really means to, any control hopelessly vanishing into the suffocating heat of Aether's body.

It's embarrassing how quickly he falls apart, it really is.

"Please, please," he pants, too-stiff dick pulsing deep in Aether's hole. It's barely been a minute, but he's right there already. Like always. He drags blunt nails down that soft stomach, scratches red marks that he'll lick Aether's cum off of later.

Dew wraps both spidery hands around Aether's fat cock, strokes him tight, and the last of his control dissolves in the hurt cry Aether offers. He's slamming in now, the slap of skin on skin loud and lewd in Dew's ears.

"Aeth, baby, please -" he begs - demands - hips stuttering when Aether squeezes around him, Dew still working him with frantic hands. "Please cum, need you - oh fuck - need you to cum for me, please -"

Aether's moaning nonstop now, leaking all over Dew's fingers, thighs trembling. Dew worked so hard to get him here, spent so long worshipping Aether the way he always deserves. He knows it's close, knows he's so close to finally feeling Aether writhe around him without blowing first. He knows he can make it happen tonight, has to make it happen tonight. He doesnt care how much he has to beg, to plead; the gnawing need to feel Aether clamp down around him far outweighs any shame.

"Know you can," Dew spits, half out of his mind at least. The knot of painful heat in his belly is unraveling far too quickly, his blood set to boil. Aether hisses when Dew tightens his grip, twisting over the head, and Dew starts to ramble. "Please do it, please Aeth, let me feel it, I gotta - need to feel it, feel you -"

Dew cuts himself off with a shocked howl when a callused finger brushes over his nipple. The sensation zips through him like white-hot lightning, wrapping around the base of his spine and forcing his stomach tight. He fixes Aether with wide, wild eyes, and finds the other ghoul wearing the worst sort of smile.

"Wanted to...touch you too," Aether pants between Dew's hammering thrusts, and the little ghoul can't possibly hope to stop himself now.

"Oh no - Aeth, no, please," he whimpers, hips stuttering while the other ghoul fiddles with his chest, "you can't, that -" Dew gags on his cries when Aether pinches that stiff bud, drooling directly onto the other ghoul's stomach.

"Why...not?" Aether has no business sounding so playful, not when Dew can feel himself stabbing at his prostate with every pump. He swallows hard.

"'S gonna make me cum," Dew mewls, truly pathetic, "if you don't -"

Aether silences him by dragging Dew into a desperate kiss, all tongue and teeth and shivery moans. Dew can feel his rhythmic clenching; he's right there, he's so close -

"Next time," Aether tells him. His other hand sneaks up to Dew's other nipple, gives it a flick, and as Dew's plans for the evening start squirting out all over Aether's insides, all he can do is sob.

Next time, he'll get it.

Next time, Aether will be bent over.

With his hands tied behind his back.

Troublemaker.

[st-danger]

What's the most depraved thing you think that Aether fantasises about?

Aether loves Dew, of course. He'll fuck him just as often as he'll make love to him- that's what it is, of course, though Dew never wants to acknowledge it as such. Something about the phrase making love makes him feel a little weird, though he openly voices how much he enjoys it when Aether takes it slow and tender with him.

He loves Dew. Very much. And privately, he would like to love him without any...interference.

Any reaction.

Sometimes in the shower when he gets a hand on himself, he lets his thoughts drift to something a little nasty. A little gross. Forcing a little quintessence into Dew's pretty head and pulling out any thoughts.

Any desire to move.

Maybe he keeps Dew nice and placid so he can lay him out before him, touch and inspect every inch in ways Dew would never let him without the forced sedation relaxation, because he wants to truly inspect, with attention so focused it makes Dew terribly uncomfortable to be looked at like that for so long. And maybe Dew's mind is still a little with it.

Maybe Dew looks up at him with round, confused eyes and asks Aether why he feels weird, and maybe Aether strokes his cheek and tells him just to relax.

Maybe Dew whimpers when Aether spreads him open, and tells Aether not there when his hole is exposed and he feels Aether's hot breath on it. Maybe he quivers and says he feels weird again, says Aether's name so plaintively.

And maybe Aether hushes him, soft and loving, and tells him he knows what Dew needs, so he's just going to help him relax. Good thing he's here, right? Since he knows what's best for Dew, even when Dew doesn't himself.

Aether is going to take such loving care. He promises him, and follows it up with a long, slow slide of his tongue over a place that makes Dew want to curl up from shame. Would if he could, but his limbs just feels so heavy right now.

Good thing Aether is here to help.

[floating-goblin-art]

reunion

[sad-sad-detective]

Hot streams will fork and divide

It's my first time writing/translating Dewther smut, please, I'm nervous.

Pairing: Aether/Dewdrop

Rating: М

Tags: pre-canon, secret relationship, shower sex, hand jobs, grinding, love bites, hickeys, size difference, size kink, tail pulling

Summary: Dewdrop always showers late at night - not because he's shy, and certainly not because ghouls are forbidden to remove their masks in the presence of others.

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Late at night, the basement shower room is empty, and Dewdrop quietly occupies the farthest stall. The sound of his claws echoes off the tiled walls.

Dewdrop always showers late at night - not because he's shy, and certainly not because ghouls are forbidden to remove their masks in the presence of others. It's just so no one will urge him or nag him for taking too long in the shower stall. As if it's his fault that it takes him so long to wash his hair.

There's no rush when he’s alone. Humming a simple tune and wagging his tail, Dewdrop sets the shampoo, razor and soap on the shelf. He turns on the taps and immediately steps aside: for the first few seconds the shower water is ice cold. He carefully checks the temperature, adds more hot water and stands under the nearly scalding jets; Dewdrop squints contentedly and throws his head back, exposing his face and horns to the shower. He likes to just stand there with his eyes closed, enjoying the way the water runs over his skin, soaking his hair and washing away the thoughts from his head, the sound of it drowning out the extraneous noises.

The shower room slowly fills with clouds of steam.

The sound of the water drowns out all other sounds, and Dewdrop can barely hear someone’s footsteps - the soft clacking of claws on the tiled floor. When strong arms wrap around his waist, he tenses for a moment, ready to strike. But then he smells the familiar scent of peppermint and medicinal herbs and relaxes instantly.

The hug tightens and a deep voice hums softly to his ear, “What if it wasn't me, but someone else?”

Dewdrop can't see his face, but he knows from his voice that Aether is smiling.

“If it were anyone else, I'd break both their arms," he says, curling his tail around Aether's leg. Aether hums again, sending shivers down Dewdrop's spine, and presses a kiss to his shoulder.

They rarely get a chance to be truly alone; their relationship is a series of hurried rendezvous in secluded corners of the abbey, secret touches and notes slipped into the pockets of their cassocks. The Church turns blind eye to relationships between Siblings of Sin, but the ghouls have to be careful and look for workarounds.

“I found your letter after the mass", Aether murmurs. His broad palms slide over Dewdrop's chest and stomach, gently but firmly, down to his hips and back up to his waist. “Couldn’t concentrate on anything all day”.

Dewdrop grins, “You wanted to rub my back so much?”

“Wanted you," Aether replies simply, and the way it sounds makes Dewdrop's knees go weak.

Aether is bigger than him and taller. He has well-muscled arms and legs, and a strong back and shoulders, but he has a nice layer of soft fat on his sides and belly. Aether usually jokes that it's from eating good food and drinking good beer. But underneath that fat and softness, you can feel the hard muscles. When he's snuggled up like this, with his whole body, Dewdrop can't think of anything else.

He feels small, and in any other situation this would make him unbalanced and angry. To others, his short stature and slender build make him look like an easy prey. But not to Aether. Dewdrop catches his palm and places it on his chest over his heart, covering it with his own and intertwining their fingers. He wants to sink into the weight of the other man's body pressed against his back. To dissolve into it.

“I was afraid you wouldn't notice," Dewdrop confesses. He managed to slip the note into Aether's cassock pocket during the morning mass. He's been on pins and needles all day, trying not to think that it might have fallen out by accident, or that Aether hasn't thought to check his pockets.

The water muffles his words, but Aether hears them, gently brushing Dew’s hair away to reveal his neck, and planting a kiss under his ear. Dew sighs contentedly and strokes his leg with his tail.

“I missed you," he whispers. Aether rests his chin on his shoulder. Hot water runs down their bodies.

“I missed you too," Aether kisses his neck again, pressing his lips to the smooth gray skin and nipping it. Dewdrop winces. His neck is sensitive, and Aether knows it well enough to bite again, running his tongue over the bite. Dewdrop blinks and rests his head on Aether’s shoulder, exposing his throat. Even when they're alone together, they rarely take off their masks, and any chance to touch like this is worth its weight in gold.

“Let me...?” Aether doesn't finish, but Dewdrop understands anyway and squeezes his palm in agreement.

Let me take care of you.

He always does.

Aether washes his hair, lathering the shampoo thoroughly, running his fingers through heavy, wet strands, gently massages and scratches his scalp, strokes his horns, and Dewdrop kicks up a purr, unable to contain himself. The hoarse sound vibrates in his throat. The sound of the water drowns it out, but Aether feels it, touching Dewdrop's neck. He feels it and responds with a low rumble of his own.

Dewdrop feels that rumble with all his skin, and something breaks inside of him.

He turns and gives Aether a quick, greedy kiss, running his fingers through Aether's hair and not letting go. Aether seems a little stunned by the pressure, but he quickly comes to his senses.

His lips taste of mint and apples.

“Impatient", Aether whispers, breaking the kiss. His palms slide down to Dewdrop's hips again, squeezing gently, his tail curling around his legs.

“Waited too long," Dewdrop counters, “and... and anyway, who's to say!"

He draws back, his eyes slowly sliding down Aether’s frame, from the strong horns and tousled wet dark hair to the broad jaw, from the soft curve of his neck across his broad shoulders and hairy chest to the soft bulge of his belly. Dewdrop’s gaze follows a trail at his navel further down to Aether’s groin, covered in coarse hair, parting at the base of his half-hard cock.

Aether laughs, not the least bit embarrassed by the scrutiny.

“You're the one who has that effect on me," his eyes sparkle in the dim light and his pupils are dilated. This time he kisses Dewdrop first.

When they break the kiss, Aether presses his forehead against Dewdrop's, and his voice is full of tenderness and desire, “My midnight sun”.

Dewdrop gasps. The sound of the water drowns out the small sob that escapes his lips. Only Aether calls him that, and every time Dewdrop hears the pet name, something strange happens to his heart. The flame in his chest grows hotter.

He comes forward with a low growl and pushes Aether against the tiled wall, kissing and biting him again; their front teeth clash awkwardly, but they ignore it, lost in each other. Aether holds him by the scruff of his neck with one hand, and puts the other on the small of his back, moving it even lower to the base of Dewdrop’s tail, wrapping his strong fingers around it and stroking. His tail is sensitive too, and Dewdrop squeezes his eyes shut with pleasure. He pulls back as far as he can without breaking the embrace and slots his knee between Aether's thighs.

“Dew, please…”

Biting his lip, Dewdrop looks up at him. He can barely stop himself from grinding against Aether's thigh, hard and muscular and deliciously hot. 

But why stop, he thinks, why stop?

Aether nearly sobs as Dewdrop begins to move, slowly and rhythmically. Dewdrop feels his warmth and shudders, briefly losing his rhythm as Aether places both palms on his hips to better control his movements.

“Come on," Dewdrop whispers, and then Aether's fingers wrap around his tail again, pulling sharply.

Pleasure, sharp, almost painful, runs down his spine. A half growl, half moan escapes his throat, and Dewdrop presses his forehead against Aether's shoulder. His knees buckle, but Aether keeps him from falling. Dewdrop presses his whole body against him, using the moment to rub his cock against Aether's.

“Dew…” Aether exhales. His claws scratch the skin on Dewdrop's lower back and hips, and the base of his tail. “Mine…”

“All yours," Dewdrop purrs. Aether's eyes flash blue, and Dewdrop sees something in them he can never put a name to.

Aether kisses and bites his neck again, forcing Dewdrop to tilt his head back and show his throat. Strong fingers squeeze his hips in a way that is sure to leave bruises. Later, Dewdrop will touch them and remember this encounter and all the others.

“Come on, come on," he whispers hoarsely. Aether wraps his palm around their cocks, and Dewdrop shudders, digging his claws into his shoulders.

He pushes forward, and another wave of heat hits him, pooling in his belly. He places his palm on Aether's fist, setting the pace. Aether breathes heavily, his free hand gripping Dewdrop's buttock and stroking the base of his tail with barely perceptible motions.

The sound of the water drowns out their moans.

Dewdrop curls his tail around Aether's tail and doesn't let go.

“Almost..." he breathes out. “Aeth, please, more...!”

Aether growls in his ear, moving his fist harder and faster, 

and the world goes white.

Dewdrop comes down slowly, his breath heavy. He hears a low rumble through the sound of the water, feels it with his skin, a steady sound that fills his entire being. Aether. Dewdrop smiles weakly and rubs his cheek against his chest.

Somehow he forces himself to stand up, holding onto Aether's shoulders, and reaches up to kiss him - missing at first, pressing his lips to Aether's jawline, then to the corner of his lips, until he finally kisses him properly.

They exchange long, lazy kisses that fade to nothing, and then they just stand there, their foreheads pressed together. Their horns touch gently, and somehow it seems more intimate than anything else they've done.

The water has long since turned cool, but they pay no attention.

***

“Heal you?” Aether suggests later, as they leave the shower and head for the changing room, and Dewdrop looks at him perplexed, head tilted to the side.

Aether nods towards Dewdrop's neck, a shy expression on his face. Curious, Dewdrop turns to look at the mirror on the wall. From ear to shoulder, his skin is covered in fresh hickeys and love bites, and Dewdrop whistles.

“Okay," he says, "but just these".

Aether raises a surprised eyebrow, and Dewdrop pats himself on the hip where Aether's fingerprints darken, "And these will be my keepsakes until next time”.

Aether blushes, and Dewdrop's heart does that strange thing again.

[voiidghoull]

just so you guys know i never forgot or got over this picture.

[iamthecomet]

Okay, we all know Dew and Rain have a hair pulling kink, but what about Aether? He doesn’t have long hair obviously, but I think that he likes when people brush through it or tug on it firmly.

I’d say he doesn’t talk about it much, and maybe he found out during a shower with dew.

idk just sharing my thoughts bc I’ve been thinking about this for awhile LMAO

Short. Sweet. and Dirty. Under the cut.

Dew figures it out by accident. He and Aether are in the hotel shower after a long day. They're both exhausted, muscles and joints sore. They're three-quarters of the way through a tour that feels like it will never end. Aether washes Dew's hair sleepily, his fingers fumbling through Dew's long locks. So when he goes to wash his own, Dew bats his hands away and does it for him. He reaches up to scrub cheap hotel shampoo through the short length of Aether's hair. He scratches his claws over Aether's scalp maybe a little harder than he means to. And Aether groans low and long. He shudders, eyes closing. Dew's fingers freeze. Aether cracks violet eyes open to look down at Dew. He licks his lips. "Don't stop." Dew drags his claws through Aether's hair again, gathering some in a fist and pulling lightly just to test the waters. Aether's body folds in on itself when he does it. His shoulders caving in. He cants toward Dew, head tipping sideways in a silent plea for more. Dew feels a surge of something cut through his exhaustion. White hot and fortifying. He does it again and watches the way Aether's cock is chubbing up between his legs. He licks his lips, he pulls Aether in by the hair, and kisses him. Licking into his mouth, tasting lavender and stale beer, and the chlorine from the water. Aether melts into him. Dew can't get the shampoo out of Aether's hair fast enough. As soon as the water runs clean he shoves Aether chest first against the cold tile wall. He keeps one hand in his hair and snakes his hand down between his legs. Finds Aether heavy and hot and hard. He closes a tight fist over the head and strokes him until Aether's thighs start to shake. He'd like to fuck him. Get inside of him and tug on his hair while he fucks him. Splay him out on the bed and watch as his cock kicks with each drag of rough fingers over his scalp.

He files the plan away for another time when Aether starts mewling against the shower wall, his body twitching with each pass of Dew's hand over the slick head of his cock. Dew ruts his cock against Aether's ass, grinding against the soft flesh there, drowning in the sounds he wrings out of Mountain with each flex of his fingers. Dew waits for the twitch of Aether's hips to get desperate. Then he pulls hard on Aether's hair, and Aether cums with a shout. Knees threatening to buckle.

Aether goes still and soft for a moment, catching his breath against the cold porcelain. Then he turns. Dew has a hand on his own cock, stroking lazily as he lets Aether get his shit back together. He plans to tell Aether he'll meet him in bed after he takes care of himself. It's not a problem. But then Aether backs Dew up against the opposite wall and sinks to his knees. He bats Dew's hand away and replaces it with his mouth. Dew almost tells him not to worry about it. The exhaustion in Aether's shoulders has returned and Dew doesn't need to be the reason Aether's sleep-deprived and grumpy tomorrow. But then Aether puts Dew's hand in his hair. When Dew applies pressure Aether groans. And Dew forgets why he was hesitant. He cracks his head against the shower wall and sinks both hands in Aether's hair. He holds on and lets Aether take him apart.