aether ghoul moodboard
this is my first post on here, still unsure if i should be doing this or not, but like i always say: no ragrets
this is how i headcanon our big boy aether
1st photo: leather jacket -> no explanation here, he seems like the type to wear leather jackets 24/7
2nd photo: winter forest -> i was talking to my friends about what type of weather/season of the year the ghouls would be and aether felt like winter
3rd photo: sketches -> he is an artiste
4th photo: cigarettes formed into a pentagram -> he's a smoker, let's be honest
5th photo: the one and only, aether -> one of my favourite photos of him
6th photo: tattooed hands -> he is covered in tattoos, head to toe
7th photo: an anatomy book -> he works in the infirmary, he has to know his stuff
8th photo: whiskey -> occasionally, he enjoys a strong glass of whiskey
9th photo: a motorcycle -> yall knew this was coming, he's 100% a biker
ghoul moodboards: 1/10
all photos were found on pinterest
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Comet! Now's your time to write Mounty bottoming
Just soft trans masc Mounty times
Happy Mountain Monday!
Aether's been settled between his legs for a long time. Tongue dragging through his slick folds. Lips sealing over his clit. Letting the fat head of it rest on his tongue as he sucks, lazily.
Mountain digs his fingers into Aether's hair. He closes his eyes, focuses on the way the fading sunlight colors the inside of his eyelids. He worries some of Aether's hair between his fingers, soft strands rolling against the calloused pad of his thumb.
It's been a slow afternoon. Lazy. Spent lounging together on Mountain's big bed, awash with sunlight dyed green from all the plants in front of Mountain's big windows.
There is no rush in Aether's movements, as he laves his tongue across the underside of Mountain's clit, over the head. Pulling the hood back with a careful finger. The sensation makes Mountain twitch. Hand clenching a little harder in Aether's hair. He drags the other hand through his own.
Overwhelmed with sensation but not enough of it to actually cum. He's shuddering against Aether's mouth. Thighs shaking under his palms.
"Aeth," Mountain whispers, eyes opening, hand pulling at Aether's hair, insistent now. "Aeth please."
Aether pulls off of Mountain's clit. Tongue darting out to lick his lips as he does. "Yeah, ok."
Aether slips two fingers into Mountain's cunt, and seals his mouth back down over his clit and Mountain sees starts. His back bows of the bed. He pins his knuckles between his teeth and bares down, a whine breaking through his chest.
Aether doesn't relent until Mountain cums. Body clamping down on Aether's fingers, fern-green eyes rolling back into his head.
"So pretty," Aether praises, pressing a line of kisses to the inside of Mountain's thigh. "Love to watch you cum."
Mountain sighs heavily. Aether strokes up and down his thigh, pushes himself up to kiss the spot under Mountain's belly button. He peppers kisses all the way up. Across his ribs, his sternum. Taking the time to take each swollen nipple into his mouth and worry it between his teeth. Mountain shivers, hands coming around to touch. To grip Aether by the biceps, or slide up into the thick hair at the base of his skull.
By the time they're face to face, Mountain is shaking again. Taking shuddering breaths, face flushed.
Aether grinds his hips forward, dragging his cock through Mountain's dripping folds. Catching the head on Mountain's clit and making him keen.
"You ready for me, Mount?"
Mountain nods. He curls his fingers around the nape of Aether's neck and pulls him down into a kiss. He licks into Aether's mouth, tasting the earthen musk of himself behind Aether's teeth.
Aether hitches one of Mountain's legs up and pushes forward. Mountain breaks the kiss first, pulling away to gasp at the stretch, as Aether bottoms out.
Aether bends down to press his forehead to Mountain's as he starts to move. A slow grind that has Mountain whining within a matter of thrusts, blunt nails digging into Aether's biceps.
"Aeth," Mountain presses his head against Aether's neck. Sensation rolling through him. Too much. Not enough. Mountain never wants it to end. He wants to live in these moments of burgeoning pleasure forever.
The ozone and menthol smell of Aether fills his senses. There are words he wants to say--but he can't find them. Overwhelmed from all sides, adrift. He clenches down, body trembling. Aether strokes his hand through Mountain's hair, cradling his head against his chest, as he rocks into him.
"I know, Clover," Aether whispers into the crown of his head. "Don't worry. I've got you."
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