#dew x aether

[voiidghoull]

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

[v-ternus]

Dewther, aka the loml.

MY BOYS. THEY HAVE BEEN SEPARATED

[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.

[st-danger]

AETHDEW BUS SEXTING GOT ME ACTING UP GOT ME ACTING UNWISE

(tell more?)

Disappointingly, the line disconnects moments after Aether hears the telltale rush of breath into the receiver that lets him know Dew finished. Hard and hot in his hand, he stares at the screen like it's betrayed him. He could call back, but with Dew on the bus, it's more likely that someone woke up. Something happened that required a speedy departure.

He sets his phone down and closes his eyes. Leans back on his bed and thinks about the curve of Dew's spine, the pink of his-

The phone beeps.

Aether grabs for it, and when the screen lights up, his stomach twists pleasurably at the notification of a text from Dew.

It's only one word: creamy.

Only one word, but it makes him throb.

He strokes himself faster, spurred on by the single text, which he keeps up on his screen. Just the one word. He's looking at the letters and imagining Dew, and he's jerking off to the fuckin' word-

Another beep.

A photo.

It's taken in the bus bathroom, though it's just a close up of Dew's fingers.

Dew's pretty fingers, having wiped up his cum, coated them in it, glistening in the light. Wet. Really wet. He can't help himself; unlike Dew, he is alone, and there is no need for him to hold his reactions back. He moans low and desperate into his room, pulling at himself harder. He feels an intense regret he isn't there to lick him clean, to ask Dew to shove those fingers into his mouth and force him to taste it. To have made him cum into his own hand so that he could lube himself up with it, use it to ease the drag of his foreskin while he makes himself cum. He gives his wrist a twist at the top, an extra jolt of stimulation against his sensitive mushroom tip.

Another beep, another text:

Your turn, it says.

It's going to take little time at all. His thighs are quivering, hand working himself with a single-minded intensity.

Another beep.

Send a photo when you squirt.

[overheardghouls]

dew: love is weakness and an evolutionary mistake

rain: you are literally making a valentine's day card for aether right now

dew, pointing hot glue gun threateningly: you're on thin fucking ice, rain

[viccyfics]

hiding in the storage room at work writing Dewther smut and listening to Twin Temple in my headphones.... I apologise for whatever happens.

(Now posted on Ao3)

[kkaisarion]

what's gayer, making out or what these two are doing

[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."

[dewymorningstar]

Dew: When you said magic in bed, this isn’t what I expe-

Aether: (holds up 8 of hearts) Is this your card?

Dew: *softly whispers* Holy shit…

[seanceofghouls]

Just two boyfriends watching a movie it’s totally a horror movie (lies, they’re watching a sappy romcom and dew keeps almost crying)

[v-ternus]

Movie

I like to think of the ways Dew and Aether kept up with each other while Dew was away with everyone else on tour.

This one's for @iamthecomet, those SwissDewther thoughts never left, they just turned into this. Im so sorry... I dont know where the angst came from.

Under the cut cuz it got long again.

Also, I swear Dew and Aether love Swiss to hell and back, he's just a proxy for this night (he'll get his turn some other time)

Sister was going to kill him. It was bad enough that he was replaced, fired with no real rhyme or reason, but the desk work he was being saddled with? It was maddening, and some days it feels like he'd rather be sent back to the pit.

Today was one of those days.

Sister had berated him for something, misfiling a form or messing up her damn coffee, since he apparently doubled as her secretary too. Whatever it was, it was dumb. Plain stupid. But apparently bad enough to have her turn beet red as she screamed her head off. Worst of all, he had a whole days worth of work to get through still. By the time he got back to his room, he was fed up and ready for the day to be over.

He got in the shower, intent on washing the day off of him with the hottest water the tap could spit out. He turns the handle as far as it'll go and hisses as he steps in.

Aether used to hate the burn, it made him feel like he was being boiled alive, but he figured out two weeks into the tour that if he held himself under the steady stream just right, it felt like Dew's touch. Regardless of their promises to not let the distance change anything, regardless of their late night calls and constant texts, it wasn't enough-- he was still going to fall asleep in their bed alone and Dew's scent was still going to fade from the sheets. If he had to burn himself to feel his mate, then so be it.

He stays until the water runs cold and gets himself into bed soon after. He shuts his eyes tight, getting ready to do the same things he''s done for the past two weeks-- remember the last night he had Dew next to him. He swears that if he thinks hard enough, he'll feel Dew's back pressed against his chest again.

He's just about to fall asleep when his phone vibrates on the bedside table, a text from Swiss. It's short and it makes his chest ache all over again.

We miss you

It's followed by a bright red heart. Before he can respond, those three dots pop up, so he waits for whatever else Swiss is typing out for him. Only this time, it's not a text, it's a video. He thinks that it's just a few clips of whatever city they're in for the night, shots of the venue and all the touristy stuff they did before they had to get ready. He's content to just watch it later, tomorrow when the weight of the day has lifted off of him, but something in him tells him to open it.

He's really glad he listened. The video starts and has him throbbing almost instantly.

"Say hi Dewy," Swiss' voice is gruff, heavy from strain. He's standing in front of the camera, holding Dew up with a tight grip under his knees, spreading his legs so Aether has a perfect view of how Swiss fits in his cunt so nicely.

"I said say hi." His hips snap up hard, burying himself further into Dew who yelps and picks his head up from where he had it resting on Swiss' shoulder.

"H-- hi Aeth" He whimpers as Swiss moves like everything is normal, like he doesn't have his phone set up in front of him and Dew, filming each measured thrust of his hips. With the phone so close, Aether gets to hear each wet and slick slide of Dew's cunt in perfect detail.

Aether lets a hand slip into his boxers, rubbing his palm over his cock, pressing it down against the curve of his belly. He feels himself throb with each and every filthy noise that falls from Dew's lips. His finger mindlessly presses on the volume button, cranking it up till Dew's voice fills the room just like it used to.

"Fuck Dew," He cant help but moan his mates name when he finally wraps his hand around his shaft. He holds himself tight, trying to convince himself he's wrapped up in Dew.

"Tell him how it feels love" Besides his grunts, Swiss has been silent so far. Selfishly, Aether is glad. He wants to hear Dew's pretty gasps, and if Swiss has to be the one to draw them out for now, then so be it.

"He's in deep Aeth," Aether matches his strokes with Swiss' thrusts, bottoming out when he does, squeezing the ruddy head when Swiss pulls out far enough to just leave the tip in. He lets his eyes drift from the slick dripping down Swiss dick to look at Dew's chubby little cock. With his legs spread, Aether sees it perfectly, poking out from his lips, pink and puffy. Probably from Swiss' devilish mouth.

"Wish..." Dew cant get a breath in, not with the relentless pace Swiss has set. "Wish it was you Aeth, wanna feel your cock in me, stretch my pussy around you."

Aether can only groan, hips bucking up, fucking into his tight grip. His slowly growing knot bumps against his fist with every thrust.

"Touch your cock Dew, let him see how much you missed him" A quick hand dips between his legs, gliding over his cunt to lube it up in his mess before spreading it over the fat nub. He whines, high and feminine, and if there were any witnesses, they'd say Aether sounds the same. He's a moaning mess, writhing with his shirt tucked over his tits, letting his nipples harden with the chilly air of the room.

"You'd fill me so fucking good Aeth, press in so deep that I see you through my tummy" All those late nights come back to the front of Aether's mind, the nights with Dew bent in half, leaving him no option but to take each heavy thrust, or other nights with Dew on top, arching his back so they can both see how far Aether is buried in him.

"Get me stuck on that fat knot of yours” Aether answers back, a slurred string of yeah's, nodding his head like Dew can see him. He doesn't know how loud he is and he doesn't care.

"I'd fuck my cum in, fill you with kits," He polishes the ruddy head of his cock, bringing himself dangerously close to the edge.

"He's so tight around me Aether, feels so fucking good" Swiss' knot is obvious now, almost full, and pressing against Dew's hole, threatening to pop in with each thrust.

Dew wants it, so bad, to be broken open on something so wide, made to feel like it's almost too big. He wants Aether to split him open, but it's Swiss he’s got. It’s Swiss buried deep in him. He tries not to think of that. 

"--m close Aeth, let me cum. Please let me cum," Aether loves the way he begs, always so good for him, even half a world away.

"Yeah baby, come on, make a mess for me," He watches Dew go rigid, breath stilling as his pleasure crests over. Swiss keeps his pace, letting the air fill with the sound of skin against skin until that familiar rush of liquid rings through his phone. Aether watches Swiss work him through it, watches him squirt around his dick. He watches Dew's euphoria quickly turn into overstimulation, it’s good, it’s what he’d do too. Dew’s dick twitches in time with his heartbeat. 

Between that and Dew begging Swiss to slow down, its all Aether needs before he's painting himself with pearly white stripes of cum. He works himself through it, stroking slowly before dropping the phone so he can get both hands around his knot. He milks himself until his cock has nothing left to give but a weak dribble.

He sings his praises, tells Dew he's been a good boy, that he takes him so well every time, that he loves him-- he lets the empty air be his Dewdrop for the night.

He lays there with his eyes shut and his hands around his deflating knot, holding on to the last moments of the high, until his phone buzzes again. Another text from Swiss, this time a photo.

It's Dew, curled up under the covers, tucked in tight with a hint of a smile on his face. It's followed by a text again.

We love you. 

He loves you.

[earthry]

What about Aether and Dew having those bond touch bracelets while Dew is on tour and Aether is back at the ministry?? Dew would for sure bug Aether all the time with TAPTAPTAPTAP TAP TAP because he misses him.

[st-danger]

desperate Dew getting off from just sucking dick and hearing what hes doing to the other person (also maybe some dirty talk)

Dew can't help but get a hand on himself while he sucks and moans around Aether's cock. Hollows his cheeks when he sucks on the head and looks up at Aether through long lashes and lust darkened eyes. Tasting. Worshipful, even. He derives a heady mix of power and arousal from this particular act, from feeling the weight of him against his tongue, and the noises he can take from Aether. Take is the most appropriate term, he thinks; Aether isn't particularly loud in bed, though that changes when Dewdrop uses his mouth.

"Can you-" Aether pants, petting at Dew's hair with restless hands, "Can you lick my balls?"

Aether takes hold of his own cock, squeezing and jerking slowly while Dew dips his head and runs a warm, flat tongue over a heavy sack. The reaction is immediate, a gasp and sudden tensing, toes curling. And still, Dew is sure he throbs harder, twitching in his palm, leaking against his fingers while he laps and nuzzles in, opening wide to suck, to try and fit as much of those heavy balls into his mouth as he can. A single-minded sort of intensity, a need to taste and feel as much as possible.

He's jerking himself off faster than he realizes, the slick sounds of skin on skin punctuating the sloppy ones from his mouth.

"So good," Aether is moaning out, the sound so pleased and sweetly shy. "Oh, love," he says, continuing to smooth a large hand over Dew's hair. "That's- this is my favourite, lick them- fuck, Dew, that's so good-"

Aether's working himself in earnest now, the tugging motion causing his balls to bounce. Dew's chin is wet, he's drooling everywhere. No point or desire to keep it need or tidy. He just wants Aether to keep making noise, selfishly for his benefit. He presses his face close, kisses and licks every part he can and ignores the ache in his knees from where they're pressed against the thinly carpeted floor. Aether reclines back on the mattress slightly, spreads his legs a little wider to give Dew better access. He takes advantage of it immediately, sweeping his tongue back and forth while his own balls draw up tighter and tighter by the minute.

"You like this too?" Aether asks, even though he knows the answer. "You like licking my balls?" Dew tries to respond but- difficult to talk with a full mouth, and he's sucking on them as best as he can, moving from one to the other and doing all he can to make them feel as good as possible. "Does it make you wanna cum?"

It makes him want to keep dribbling pre over his long fingers. Shove his head down onto Aether's short, fat dick and hold him there until Aether shoots down the back of his throat, and spend himself into his hand while he swallows.

Someday he will. Now, like usual, he loses it well before and groans into the crease of Aether's thigh.

[overheardghouls]

aether: i want to cuddle

dew: five dollars.

aether: what?! that's insane...three dollars

dew: four and i let you touch my hair

aether: deal.

[bluravenite]

aether and dew watching a movie and dew totally does Not fall asleep on aethers lap while aether plays with his hair (he absolutely does)

"IT'S BORING!!" screamed the fire ghoul, "WHY WOULD I WANT TO WATCH A SHITTY OLD ROMANCE???"

"You can't hate it if you haven't watched it yet, Dewdrop," argued the quintessence ghoul.

"GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON!!" Aether smiles as he sits down on the couch.

"It has Keira Knightley and Matthew Macfadyen?" the fire ghoul reluctantly huffs in agreement with the quintessence ghoul's argument but refuses to rest his case, "it's the enemies to lovers staple, you have to watch it, come on-"

"Aeth, this is stupid! why would I want to watch this with you?" the fire ghoul watched expectantly, hoping if he asked enough "why's" the bigger ghoul would just give up bothering him.

"to encourage affection?" replied the larger ghoul, still with that same patient smirk from before. Dew huffed again, this time giving up in trying to convince aether to do something "more fun" and instead settled down next to him with his arms crossed and brows furrowed.

"If you wanted affection you could've just asked me, idiot-" but he is interrupted by the quintessence ghoul's laugh as he wraps his arm around the smaller ghoul and brings him in for a cuddle.

"Don't worry, firefly, you'll get it later," he sighs...

The length of the movie is spent in discourse of the character's actions. Dew insists its stupid that dancing is the only way to encourage affection and Aether says watching movies is better, he thinks Darcy is an idiot for not noticing that Jane and Bingley were in love, he growls at Wickham and Aether reassures him he's not gonna be on screen for too long, he thinks he threatens his character, even though it's just a movie.

At some point Dew gets invested and comfortable enough that he ends up between Aether's thighs leaned in over his knees and Aether braids his hair from the top of his scalp all the way down to the little stray hairs. Once the movie ends Dew feels Aether's arms wrap around his waist and the bigger ghoul leans in to place a kiss on the fire ghoul's cheek.

"So? What did you think, firefly?" He asks softly, voice almost low enough that if he weren't speaking directly into Dew's ear, you would think it was a purr.

"t'was fine-" the smaller ghoul whines, shaking his head and unsuccessfully pushing the bigger ghoul off with his arms.

"firefly are you okay?" asks Aether, turning the smaller ghoul back to face him, teary eyed and furrowed brows, chest heaving in his arms.

"said m'fine, fuck off-" dewdrop hitches, but unlike his words his body leans into Aether's arms and rests his head on the larger ghouls chest.

"what's wrong, firefly?" Aether whispers, resting himself on the other ghoul's head and wrapping him up into a hug.

"Noth-nothing is wrong!! I just- I- Ugh!" the fire ghoul cracks and shifts in his place, lifting himself from Aether's chest and staring straight into his eyes. He reaches for Aether's face, cupping his jaw in his dark boney hands, "they just- love each other a lot- that's all..."

"I knew you were gonna like it Honeydew," he smiles, "Although, I didn't think it was going to make you cry- m'sorry-" he says.

"no," dew breathes, "it's alright, it didn't- you di- you..."

"me?" Aether asks, "did I make you cry, baby?"

"fuck! Aeth, I love you..." the fire ghoul spits out, "no, you didn't do anything- I did- I never told you-" he panics. But the quintessence ghoul only smiles wide again, forming little crescent moons with his eyes as he presses his forehead to the smaller ghoul's and wipes away his tears with his thumbs, both cupping each other's faces.

"Starfire, I know..." He says.

"you knew??" Dew panics.

"I always knew, firefly," he presses a kiss on the fire ghoul's lips. A single kiss that feels like an eternity between them, a mixture of warm breath and unspoken passion that threatens to keep them glued by the lips until Aether pulls away to look at Dew again, "I always knew, my love."

>:) (mean evil grin) I have somehow mixed my favorite movie with the band ghost and once again, I AM IN LOVE AND DO NOT REGRET AN OUNCE OF MY MISCHIEF.

I am a writer, a "master of the keys", an accomplished creature!!! and a SIMP for stupid silly Jane Austen characters, SO, it is only fair that i subjECT YOU to my rot AS WELL!!! ENJOY!!!

[kkaisarion]

a rose by any other name

this dewther story for mushy may is brought to you by these ritual gifs:

prompt: flowers (from @forlorn-crows) rating: teen pairing: aether/dew word count: ~1500

read on AO3 or below

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It happened occasionally, once every few rituals. After the band finished performing, when Copia and the ghouls were walking around the stage to interact with the audience, a fan would toss a bouquet of roses up towards them. Then, as everyone linked up their arms across the stage to take their bows, Copia would go down the line and hand each of the ghouls a flower.

The first time that it happened, it took Dew by surprise. Unsure how to react, he took the rose from Copia and put the stem in between his teeth, because—well, that’s just what his brain decided on in the moment. It made the flower snap in half, so after the ghouls made their way off stage and back to the dressing rooms, Dew tossed it into the trash can.

“You destroyed your rose immediately?” Aether slipped in between the other ghouls to stand next to Dew, shaking his head. “This is why we can’t have nice things,” he teased.

“It’s not a big deal,” Dew muttered, somehow feeling like he was disappointing Aether.

“Well, you need to have one,” Aether said as if it was obvious. He handed his own rose to Dew, and then quickly walked off before he could protest.

Dew brought the flower up to his face and sniffed it cautiously. He didn’t really know what to expect, since no one had ever given him one before. It smelled…nice. Tilting his head, he tucked the interaction with Aether in the back of his mind, so that he could revisit it later. For no particular reason.

The next time that Copia received a bouquet, there weren’t enough roses to go around. All of the other ghouls got one, but by the time he reached Dew on the far end of the line, he ran out. Instead, Dew received a pat on the head and a kiss on the cheek from Copia—which was a pretty decent alternative, all things considered.

Once again, Aether noticed. “Here, take my rose,” he said after they got off stage, pushing it into Dew’s hands. “It’s even red this time!” he beamed, and looked at Dew expectantly.

Dew didn’t know why that was significant, but something about Aether’s excited expression told him not to ask about it. In his confusion, he didn’t remember to say thank you until Aether was walking away, so Dew ended up calling it out to his retreating back.

It kept happening after that. Even when Dew managed to hold on to his flowers after rituals, Aether gave his to Dew, without fail. He couldn’t figure it out—maybe Aether didn’t like them, so he wanted to get rid of them? At any rate, Dew began looking forward to receiving them. The attention was nice—especially when it came from Aether, a small part of Dew was willing to acknowledge.

Dew tried to save all of the roses, surreptitiously tossing them into his bag before leaving the venue. He didn’t know why kept trying, really, because the petals obviously ended up breaking off and getting crushed.

One afternoon, Dew was hiding at the back of the tour bus, cleaning up the mess of broken flowers. He jumped when he heard someone approaching, and shifted his body over to hide what he was doing.

It turned out to be Rain, and ever the perceptive ghoul, he saw anyway. “You want to preserve them?” he asked, looking at Dew curiously.

“No—well, yes,” Dew gave what he hoped was a casual shrug. “They look nice,” he added, in a halfhearted attempt to explain himself.

“If you press the flowers flat in between the pages of a book, it’ll work better,” Rain told him.

“Oh, okay. I might try that, I guess,” Dew said noncommittally. “Wait, how do you even know that?”

“Sometimes Swiss gives me flowers,” he explained, which made sense. He could be unexpectedly sweet like that, especially to Rain. “Anyways, come outside when you’re done. All of us are leaving soon to get food,” Rain said, and then turned to leave.

As soon as Dew was sure that Rain was gone, he rifled through his belongings until he found a tattered book that he had bought eons ago, under the misguided thought that he would get bored enough on tour to read it. (That wasn’t true, of course. Scrolling endlessly through social media was so much easier.)

Carefully, Dew picked out one of the still intact petals and slid it inside the book. When he checked back a couple of days later, it had worked, just as Rain said. So after that, Dew made sure to do the same to the other roses he got from Aether. From time to time, Dew cracked open the book to admire his collection. Which was a totally normal thing to do, he told himself.

Finally, things came to a head one night when the ghouls were out at a bar, a few blocks away from the hotel where they were staying. Their (perhaps ill-advised) plan was to get drunk and burn off the pent-up energy they had before the next night’s ritual.

Dew was staked out at a small table in the corner, brooding over a bottle of cheap beer. He was usually more social, living up to his reputation of being loud and boisterous. But tonight, he was preoccupied with watching what Aether was doing.

Every so often, Dew flicked his eyes toward the end of the bar, where Aether was shoulder to shoulder with the stranger next to him, deep in conversation. Dew found himself annoyed. Why was Aether making friends with random people, when he could be doing something better? Like talking with Dew, for example.

“Hey,” Rain suddenly appeared and sat down next to Dew, who gave him a dejected wave. “Why aren’t you over with the group? You’re missing out—we’re all making fun of Swiss for doing something dumb.”

“I’m just not feeling it tonight,” Dew shrugged, but Rain wasn’t having any of it. He tracked Dew’s gaze over to the bar and heaved a dramatic sigh.

“Stop moping around and staring at Aether. Just go up to him, if you want him that bad,” Rain rolled his eyes.

“I’m that obvious, huh,” Dew muttered into his drink.

“If you proposition him, he’ll say yes,” Rain said encouragingly.

“Gross, don’t say it like that,” Dew said, even as he perked up. “How can you be so sure?”

“Hey, I just said it in a way that you’d actually understand. Since Aether’s hints keep flying over your head,” Rain said. “Do you really not get why he gives you flowers?”

“I don’t know, because he doesn’t want them?” Dew guessed.

“No,” Rain said patiently, as if explaining something to a small child. “It’s because he wants you to have them.”

Oh.

Oh.

“I have to go,” Dew said, standing up abruptly. Rain just laughed and pushed him toward the bar.

Once Dew was up there, he squeezed into the tight space between Aether’s seat and the wall. “Hey Aeth,” he announced his presence.

“Hi—oh, it’s you,” Aether said when he turned around. His face lit up with a wide smile, one that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. It was so obvious, now. How had Dew not seen it before?

Now that Aether was looking at him, Dew wasn’t actually sure what to do—he hadn’t planned this far ahead.

“You should come talk to me, instead of wasting your time with them,” he said bluntly, motioning at the person on the other side of Aether. Maybe he should have tried to be nicer, but Aether should know by now that wasn’t exactly his strong suit.

Aether cocked his head. “And why should I do that?” he asked in an amused tone.

“Because you give me flowers,” Dew said, hearing how out of context the words sounded as soon as they came out of his mouth.

But Aether understood. “So, you finally figured out what I’ve been trying to tell you?” he asked, hopeful.

“Yeah. Well, Rain did,” Dew said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder in his general direction. “I didn’t realize it meant that you…like me, or something,” he trailed off at the end, afraid of voicing it out loud.

“Gifting flowers is a customary way of demonstrating affection,” Aether pointed out, teasing. “It’s called romance—maybe you’ve heard of it?”

Dew blushed slightly. Affection?

“Sure, but that’s not really my style," he tried to play it off. “Usually I just…see that someone is interested and jump them.”

Aether hummed. “So why didn’t you do that this time?”

“I was nervous,” Dew admitted reluctantly. “I thought you might not want that.”

“Well, you’re wrong,” Aether said, and reached over to hold Dew’s hand tightly.

Dew grinned at that, and once he started, he couldn’t seem to stop. “Want to go back to the hotel? Then you can show me how wrong I am,” he said.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Aether laughed. He quickly stood up and started tugging Dew across the bar to leave. 

On their way out, Rain caught Dew’s eye and winked at him. Dew shot him the finger, still smiling, and followed Aether out the door.