#rain/dew

[thelampisaflashlight]

Rain, very tired and clingy: "Dew, if we were penguins, I would make you a nest out of the best, prettiest rocks so we could raise our adopted egg baby in penguin-y luxury." Dew, who is half asleep and only heard the word penguin: "I could take one in a fight, I think-"

[hellboundwrites]

Ghoul ships and how they love

Rain and Dewdrop : Quiet Love

It's a gentle kind of love. It requires no effort, no asking, no grand declarations. No matter how unique they both appear in the eyes of others, they always meet in the middle. They fit like puzzle pieces, physically, spiritually.

Their love is public, yet discreet. Observable but never invasive. It's Dewdrop's arm around Rain's waist when they wait in line at a bar. It's Rain's hand on Dew's knee when they sit together in the common room to chat with the others. It's Rain stealing Dew's hairband on his wrist when he's mid-conversation with someone else, knowing he has his silent permission. Or Dew wearing Rain's jacket instead of his own when he has to go out alone. Everyone can see these little marks of belonging. They brand themselves with pieces of the other, to keep a semblance of company, a smell, something to comfort, something to go home to. It's not ownership. It isn't a warning to stay away from a property. It's an affirmation to the world that they exist for each other.

Their love is Rain calming Dew's storms and Dew making him want to come out of his shell a bit more every day. It's Dew's hyperactivity and constant buzz finding its peace in Rain's presence, and Rain allowing himself to be loud when he finally finds someone who cares to listen.

It's Dew opening all the doors whenever the weather is humid and the sky is cloudy, so they can sit together by the window and watch the rain fall in silence. It's Rain picking up wildflowers as ornaments for their shared room because Dew confessed he loved them once. It's bathing together and brushing each other's hair every day, resting skin against skin in the bathtub without any second thought. It's Rain embracing Dew in the darkness of night and softly caressing his hair to help with his insomnia, and Dewdrop waking up before Rain to make breakfast.

Thanks to Rain, Dewdrop wants to read. He wants to think, to learn, to write, so Rain always has someone to nerd with and complain to whenever he finds a plot hole. Because of Dew, Rain desires to use his hands, to make, to fix, so there's someone to count on when gear comes in for repair and Dew's hands are too used for work.

When the world outside is too much, they find a quiet understanding in each other. They give their love in thoughtful acts and silent touches. It's to no one a question, it's never to be doubted. There's no alternative for what they have.

Their love is obvious and it makes sense.

[ghoul-slime]

could i request prompt 115 with raindrop? when rain is first summoned, dew is immediately smitten and wants to take rain to bed, right? but when it finally happens, dew gets nervous because he overthinks wants to make things perfect

Got two requests for 115 with Raindrop (plus 104), so I went ahead and combined them. Hope that's ok with you!

Have some newly summoned Rain/Dew with smitten (slightly jealous) Dew, little bit of Dew getting into his head re: body image issues (nothing too heavy), and some fluffy, kissy ghouls being nasty in their hotel room together.

When Rain is first summoned, Dew expects to hate him. Another water ghoul, taking his place. Sure, Dew has technically been promoted to lead guitar, and with it voluntarily underwent the elemental transition to fire. But Dew’s nothing if not possessive. So when Rain is summoned, tall and elegant and an effortless master of the bass guitar, his old bass guitar, Dew feels a twinge of jealousy.

But instead of being jealous of Rain, Dew finds himself jealous of the other ghouls. How they all fawn over him, praise his good looks and skilled fingers. How sweet Rain blushes at them, modestly denying his own talent with a crooked little smile and a wave of his hand. 

Dew thinks that smile should be for him. That Rain should be at Dew’s side as he shows him the ropes of his new life topside. He was the former water ghoul afterall. Those pretty, shy smiles and blushing, inquisitive looks should be for Dew.

He knows all the ghouls are clamoring to get Rain into bed with them. He sees how Mountain tucks a flower, freshly picked from the garden, into Rain’s hair and tells him how the hue of the petals bring out the beautiful blue of Rain’s eyes. He sees how Aether offers to use his quintessence to soothe Rain’s sore fingers each night after practice. How he reaches out to hold Rain’s pretty hands with his own, tells him how important it is to take care of himself. And he sees Swiss, another new summon. A multi-ghoul with a deadly-handsome smile and more confidence than any other ghoul in the abbey, how he teases Rain, makes him laugh. Whispers into his ear and gets him blushing like nobody else is capable of doing.

Dew thinks if he can’t be the first to take Rain to bed, he can at least be the best. Because Dew knows that he’s good. They way he uses his mouth to have any ghoul in his bed crying out and begging for more. Knows how skilled his fingers are, years and years of practice with the guitar making them nimble and dextrous, capable of wringing pleasure from places his partners had never even knew they had. And Dew knows just how to use his body, small in stature, sure, but beyond flexible. And with more stamina than any of his partners can even come close to matching.

So when he and Rain are paired together for the first overnight hotel stay of the tour, Dew starts to plan. 

They get back from the venue late, sweaty and high on adrenaline from the show and Dew lets Rain take the bathroom first. While he showers Dew contemplates the room. Two big beds covered in plush pillows and crisp, clean sheets. If things go as planned they’ll only be needing one of them. 

And if things get messy enough, there's a spare, Dew smirks to himself.

Rain emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, baggy sweatpants hanging low off his slim hips and toweling his wavy hair dry. He smiles sweetly at Dew, and Dew feels his own face go red, confidence slipping, as if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t. He wonders if Rain is onto him and his plans to finally try and get into bed with the water ghoul.

“All yours, Dew,” Rain offers cheerfully, motioning to the bathroom. “Thanks for letting me go first.”

Dew blushes harder, hating himself for getting flustered so easily, and grumbles out a “Yeah, thanks. Sure...” as he slips past Rain and into the bathroom, slamming the door just a little too hard behind himself.

He takes his time in the shower, scrubbing his skin raw, letting the conditioner sit in his hair longer than necessary, meticulously cleaning under each and every nail until he feels absolutely spotless. 

When he emerges, his nerves are buzzing. And when the steam clears and he gets a look at himself in the mirror, his stomach drops.

He looks like hell, he thinks. Skin bright pink from too much scrubbing, his eyes bloodshot and stinging. Did he get shampoo in them? He contemplates his own image with more scrutiny now. His too-skinny chest, ribs showing through skin. How his wet hair hangs limp and stringy and dripping. 

He bites his lip as he feels the last of his confidence fizzle out. What in the hell was he thinking? There’s no way in hell Rain is gonna want to fuck him tonight, or ever for that matter. 

He frowns at his reflection for another beat before sighing in defeat, reaching for his towel. He just wants to go to sleep and get this fucking night over with.

His blood turns to ice when he realizes his towel isn’t there. He’d purposefully left it sitting on top of his luggage with his pajamas out in the room, fully expecting to walk out with confidence, nude, and seduce Rain right there on the hotel bed.

He feels like a fucking idiot. 

Just as Dew starts contemplating curling up on the floor to sleep on the cold tile rather than facing Rain, a quiet knock at the door startles him out of his thoughts.

“Dew?” Rain calls softly. “You ok in there? It’s been a while.”

Dew freezes, face flushing as he starts to panic. Maybe if he doesn’t answer Rain will just go to bed and leave him alone.

Instead, Rain knocks again and calls out, “Dew?” He sounds genuinely worried.

“Uh, yeah I’m fine,” Dew answers shakily. “Just, uh. I forgot my towel.”

He hears Rain huff out a sigh of relief. “Oh!” He laughs, breathy and beautiful. It makes Dew’s heart ache. “I’ll grab it for you!”

There’s a moment and then Rain is tapping at the door again. Dew crowds his body behind the door, shielding himself, opens the door the tiniest amount and reaches through the crack to grab blindly for the towel in Rain’s hands. He drags it back inside and shuts the door again with a click. 

He towels himself off in a daze, avoiding his own reflection in the mirror. He steels himself, wraps the towel around himself tight, and makes for the door, fully intending on dashing out to grab his pajamas and retreating back into the bathroom to change. He thinks hopefully, that maybe Rain will finally be in bed.

But when he opens the door to make a run for it, he walks smack into Rain, still standing at the door, waiting for him.

“Oh!” Rain exclaims, startled, reflexively reaching out for Dew’s shoulders. 

Dew is mortified, and he looks up at Rain fully expecting to be laughed at. Wishing he could just curl up and disappear. He thinks about fully making a run for it, back into the bathroom or out the door and down the hall this time. Aether would probably take pity on him, lend him some clothes and let him sleep in his room…

Instead he sees Rain smiling down at him, looking at him with a fondness that takes Dew’s breath away. Rain’s smile fades when he sees the look on Dew’s face.

“Dew?” He asks, sounding concerned and cocking his head to the side. “Why so shy?”

Dew wants to scream or laugh, or maybe he wants to cry. He has no fucking idea what to say at this point.

“Argh! I don’t know,” he exclaims, unhelpfully. “I just… I just wanted to make you like me,” he ends up saying. He regrets it immediately, feeling his cheeks burn with shame. A feeling he’s entirely unused to having.

“Oh, Dew,” Rain soothes. And then he’s pulling him in by the shoulders, wrapping Dew in a hug and squeezing him against his body. Dew looks up at him with wide eyes as Rain leans down, kisses him sweet and chaste on the lips. Dew’s in a daze as Rain takes him by the hand, clinging to the towel wrapped tight around his body as Rain leads him gently to the bed where they sit side by side.

Rain leans in and Dew reacts this time. Opening his mouth for Rain to deepen the kiss, feeling the way he hesitantly licks into Dew’s mouth. Dew reaches up to cup Rain’s face, kissing back fully, humming against his lips, feeling like all the air has been sucked out of the room.

When they break the kiss, Rain laughs, nuzzling his forehead against Dew’s and looking at him with bright, beautiful blue eyes.

“Do you know how long I was waiting for you to take me to bed?” Rain asks with a smile. “I was starting to think you found me ugly or something,” he chuckles. Rain laughs it off, but Dew doesn’t miss the blush that spreads across his pretty face.

Dew answers with another kiss, threading his hands into Rain’s hair and nipping at his lips. And then Rain is pushing him down, crowding them both back to lie against the pillows and swinging his leg across, settling himself in Dew’s lap.

“Rain, wait,” Dew worries again, “My hair’s not dry, I’ll get the bed all wet…” he trails off.

“Who cares,” Rain shrugs. “There’s a spare. We can mess this one up as much as we want.”

Dew barks out a laugh, and hauls rain down for another kiss while Rain fumbles for the towel at Dew’s waist.

“Can I?” Rain asks eagerly, face flushed and tenting his own sweatpants.

Dew nods. This is not now he envisioned the evening going, but as Rain is flinging the towel from his body and diving down to lick a wet stripe up the length Dew’s hard cock, he can’t find a reason to complain.

Rain sucks him off, one hand holding his own hair back as he deepthroats him, and it’s all Dew can manage to try not to bust immediately in his perfect, wet mouth and beg for forgiveness.

Rain backs off with a kiss to the underside of the head of Dew’s cock that has his toes curling. He sits back on his haunches to wriggle out of his sweatpants, and then he’s crawling back up Dew’s body. He grabs for Dew’s wrist, tentatively bringing his trembling hand to rest between his legs, guiding two of Dew’s fingers to his entrance.

Dew gasps and Rain groans in response.

“Feel that?” Rain asks breathlessly, dragging the pads of Dew’s fingers though the slick between his cheeks. “Dew, I’ve been wet for you ever since we got our hotel keys tonight.”

Dew curses under his breath as he lets Rain guide his fingers, helping to press two into his body, sliding in with ease. Dew looks up at Rain, mouth agape, feeling him flutter, wet and hot, around his fingers.

“Feel good?” Rain has the audacity to ask him, as if he doesn’t already know the answer. 

Dew laughs again, feeling like it’s all he can manage. “Feels fucking amazing.”

And then Rain is pulling Dew’s fingers free, reaching back to grasp at Dew’s cock, to run the head through the mess between his legs.

“Can I ride you?” Rain asks and Dew is clenching his eyes shut, nodding so hard he feels like he’s gonna get whiplash.

Rain leans in to give a peck to Dew’s lips, and then he’s sinking down, taking Dew to the base and bottoming out. 

Rain bounces on his cock and Dew holds on for dear life, feeling the pull of Rain’s tight body with every stroke. Watching the taut muscles of Rain’s belly flex as he rides, the flex of his thighs as he bounces. Dew drinks in every moan and whimper and sweet little noise Rain gives him as he fucks himself so good on Dew’s cock.

“Fuck me, Dew,” Rain whines, head tipped back and neck exposed. Grinding down deep. “Fuck me, ohhhh.” 

Dew grasps his hips, fucks up into him, meets each and every one of Rain’s bounces with a thrust of his own, reveling in the wet slap of skin against skin as Rain babbles filthy words from his pretty lips.

“Rain,” Dew grunts out. A warning. Squeezing bruises into Rain’s hips withs his fingers. He’s agonizingly close and Rain can feel it.

“Cum inside me, Dew,” Rain commands, rolling his hips and clenching around Dew’s cock kicking deep inside him. “Cum inside me and I’m gonna squirt all over you.”

When Dew starts to cum Rain shouts, his own orgasm set off by the feeling of Dew filling him up from the inside. He cums untouched, shooting hot and wet and dripping all over Dew’s heaving chest.

They come down together, Rain pulling himself off of Dew to drape himself across his body, heedless of the wet mess between them. They kiss, sloppy and sweet as their breathing evens out. Rain rests his head in the crook of Dew’s neck.

After a few moments Rain is leaning back, looking down at Dew from where he’s perched on top of him. He’s beaming, and Dew thinks it’s the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen in his fucking life. His pretty face is flushed and his hair is damp again and Dew can’t believe for anything that he’s lucky enough to be the one who did it all to him.

Dew is lost staring, and Rain reaches down to playfully pinch his cheek, to snap him out of it before he’s asking, 

“Wanna go again?”

[iamthecomet]

I would offer my firstborn to see mean!Dew out-mean Rain. Maybe Rain doesn't expect it. Getting a taste of his own medicine. He doesn't expect it to be so hot.

Mean!Dew. My favorite.

~~

"Kneel," Rain orders. Dew's barely in the door to his own room. Rain hot on his heels. Rain kicks the door closed hard enough that the window rattles. He glowers at Dew’s back. Persona sliding into place. Dew wants a firm hand—he’ll give it to him. He’ll give Dew exactly what he’s been hinting at all day—he’ll ruin him.

Dew looks over his shoulder, and Rain catches a glint in those copper eyes that makes his stomach twist. Apathy. Annoyance.

Oh.

Dew waves a hand, the embers in his fireplace roar to life. He shrugs his jacket off, tosses it over his desk chair. Busies himself with the buttons on his shirt. He doesn't look at Rain again. Rain says Dew's name, harsh. Another command. Dew ignores him.

Rain feels like the world tilts under his feet. Dew ignores him a lot. Turns his nose up at Rain's orders in an attempt to make punishments worse. He's used to disobedience, at least initially. But this isn't the same.

Dew's, loose, relaxed. Flippant when he shrugs his shirt off and finally turns to look at Rain. Shirtless, uniform pants slung low on his hips. Nipple rings swaying as he takes a step toward Rain. Dew cocks an eyebrow. He looks amused, like he's cat with a mouse between his paws. But then that makes Rain the--

"Dew--" "Shut up.” Rain’s words die on his tongue. There’s no argument in Dew’s voice. No desperation, no question. And Rain is grappling with what's happening. It’s unexpected. He doesn’t know what to do with the way his cock kicks in his pants at the tone of Dew’s words. At the way Dew looks through him. Past him. Like Rain is a nuisance, a burden. All he knows is he never wants Dew to stop. Rain doesn’t know what to do now. Knows if he opens his mouth he’s going to sound unsure, hesitant. And that isn’t going to work. Not if he wants to keep the upper hand. Though, he’s starting to realize that maybe he never had it. Dew's been playing this game all day. Lulling Rain into this comfortable place where he calls all the shots. But really, Rain's walked right into this. He's let Dew play him. He doesn't want to admit how much he loves it. From the minute Dew dragged his hand over Rain’s chest and up to his throat in rehearsal, Rain’s brain has been racing to catch up. And Dew’s been one step ahead of him. Making Rain chase him, making Rain do all the work just to get here. Where Dew is looking at him like he's an idiot and Rain's cock is twitching to life in his pants because of it. “Why don’t you kneel for once?” Dew says. Satanas, he sounds bored. Rain’s stomach twists again. Is this how Dew feels when Rain treats him like this?

No wonder he likes it so much. Dew gives him every opportunity to back out. Questions him with his gaze in a way only Dew has ever managed to do. Like telepathy. Never breaking character but Rain knows this is his chance to bow out. To go back to the old script or something different entirely. Instead, Rain nods, just a little, just enough. And Dew is on him. Long fingers curling in Rain's hair and pulling until Rain yelps. Dew drags him down to his level, so their noses almost touch. Copper eyes boring into Rain's. "Are you too stupid to follow simple instructions?" Dew spits. "Kneel." Rain does. Isn't sure if he actually decides to or if his legs just give out. His body following Dew's orders long before his brain catches up. He hits the floor hard, pain jolting up through his thighs. His hands fall to his thighs, palm down and useless. Rain won't move them again unless Dew tells him to. They might as well not exist. Rain's already dipping. Static crowding into the edges of his brain. He's never fallen so fast. God he wants to sink into it and never come out. Dew never lets go of him. Unclenching his fist in Rain's hair to shift his grip and curl around one of his seaglass horns. He drags a hot claw over the place they connect to his head, oversensitive all the time. Rain's eyes flutter closed, he whines. Leans into Dew's touch. It's a mistake. The sting of Dew's slap is sharp on his cheek, hot. Rain's eyes snap open. The pain goes straight to his cock. Fully hard now, tenting his uniform pants. He can feel himself dripping already--unable to hide what this does to him. How much he likes it. "Don't look away from me again," Dew demands, and Rain promises himself he won't. Doesn't want to. Rain doesn't want to disappoint him, but he knows that he will no matter what he does. It doesn't stop him from trying. Dew nudges Rain's clothed cock with his boot. Rain hisses, hips canting toward the pleasure-pain he knows that boot will provide. Too eager, he knows, he'll never get it if he acts this way. His cheeks burn, delicious shame flashing through him at his own desperation. He can't help it. Rain knows the game but can't catch up. He's falling into traps he knows how to set. Letting Dew bait him into them. It doesn't matter how good he is at this game from the other side--on this one, he's helpless. He loves it. Dew laughs at him. A low chuckle, dark. The promise in it makes goosebumps break out over Rain's skin. "Fucking pathetic," Dew sneers. He pulls back on Rain's horn, tipping his head back. Dew leans down and spits. It hits Rains' cheek in a thick glob. Burning hot and slick as it slides down Rain's face to his jaw. Rain wishes it had been in his mouth. He wants to taste it. Thinks about sticking out his tongue, trying to catch an errant drip of it. Anything to get a taste of Dew--a piece of him. "Please," Rain murmurs. He doesn't know what he's asking for. The word breaks from his mouth unbidden. He digs his teeth into his cheek to try to keep more from escaping. "You want something, water lily?" Dew says, too soft, a trap. There's something in his tone--dangerous--sing-song, that makes Rain throb. Rain knows better than to nod. He keeps his eyes on Dew's face, keeps his head and hands still. "I want whatever you want," he offers and hopes it's good enough. Dew grins down at him, predatory. Fangs sharp. Rain hopes Dew digs them into his throat. Hopes he draws blood. Rain hopes he wears the evidence of Dew's debauchery on his body for days. Dew reaches for his zipper, fingers tightening on Rain's horn. "Right answer. Open up." Rain does, sticks out his tongue for good measure. Eyes still fixed on Dew's face as Dew pulls his cock free and smacks the head on Rain's cheek. Smearing a trail of salty pre over his cheekbone. "You think you're so fucking pretty," Dew chuckles, mocking. It hits, hard. Rain's cheeks flush darker. He wants to look away, he forces himself not to. Dew strokes himself, tapping the sticky head on Rain's tongue. "You won't be when I'm done with you."

[st-danger]

SAINT I have an idea that I need someone to hear.

Aether asking cumulus or rain to braid dews hair so he can pull on it while fucking him with cumulus or rain watching.

Thank you for your time :) keep doing the devils work <3

Rain runs his fingers through Dew's hair, and waits for Dew to take him fully into his mouth again before grabbing and tugging on it, a sharp shock of pain to force him to moan around his cock. He gets his fingers nicely tangled, blunt nails scratching over his scalp before making a fist and clutching the fine strands.

It draws more noise from Aether than it does from either one of them.

From his right, Aether scrambles to rub himself a little quicker, and Rain goes a little crosseyed at the feel of Dew's forked tongue.

"Would you?" Aether asks.

Rain has no idea what he's talking about. Apologetically, he tells him so. He's too lost in the relentless way Dew is sucking him, cheeks hollowing and orange eyes searing beneath long lashes. Obscene wet noises. Drooling. Dew's being messy enough the spit is dripping down and gathering at the base and slowly making its way to his balls. Leave it to Dew to find a way to make even this, while kneeling on low pile hotel room carpet, look elegant. His stomach is all tight, his brows knit together.

"Braid his hair? For me?" Aether says, cradling his balls in one hand and pulling on his length in short, quick strokes that betray just how needy he is, even if he's good at keeping his voice low and even. Ah, yes, Rain remembers now.

"Whaddya say?" Rain breathes with another firm tug at his scalp. Dews eyes flicker shut, and when he opens them again, they're fixed on Aether. "Wanna look pretty for us?"

"I always look pretty for you," Dew huffs, pulling off for air, jacking Rain lazily while he indulges in a few deep lungfuls of oxygen. He's staring at Aether, and Rain sees the way he drops his gaze to focus on his lap, appraising.

It's a slow and intentional thing, and Aether visibly curls in on himself under the focus with a small, bitten off noise. The corner of Dew’s mouth pulls upward.

"Let me braid it," Rain says, and, gently, pulls his face back to his cock. "Give Aether something to hold while he fucks you, huh?"

Dew gives him a slow downstroke and holds the base, drooling directly onto the purpling head. Rain clenches his teeth when he rubs his palm over, polishing the head and spreading the spit around. For the second time tonight, the gesture makes Aether noisier than Rain.

"Fine," Dew says, and ever the opportunist, "what do I get out of it?"

"I'll lick you out," Aether offers immediately, a little edge of desperation peeking through.

Dew makes a show of considering, tilting his head, and inwardly Rain smiles. It's not an act Dew finds easy to ask for, and the play that accepting it is anything that requires a modicum of thought is simply dramatic, but...of course, Dew will feel better about it if he pretends he has to consider it first. Can't be too eager with it. Rimming already makes him feel weird and ashamed in the best way; surely he can't seem like he's eager for that kind of humiliation.

"I'll make you cum on my tongue," Aether promises, "and you won't be able to stop yourself."

Something dark clouds Dew's face, then, the offer of control being taken from him, being forced to enjoy the act that makes him whine and turn utterly pathetic the answer he was looking for.

"I'll kiss you while he does," Rain says, hitching his hips up so the head of his cock nudges against his lips, impatient. A little rude, really, but he could hardly be accused of being in polite company.

He will pull Dew off just before he cums so he can paint Dew's face. Aether will kiss it off of him while he plaits those soft locks into a fishtail for Aether to hold.

Now, though, Dew's patting his cock against his tongue and he hasn't the brain cells to think too much on any of that.

"First things first," Rain says with a smile, and forces Dew's head back down onto his length.

Again, the answering moan comes from Aether.

[miasmaghoul]

raindrop dry humping. wet, wet boys.

stoned, sleepy ghouls enjoying one another. how lovely.

Rain loves days like this.

Dew had fallen into his bed in the early hours of the morning, both of them still hazy and bedheaded. Had curled right up against his side and nuzzled into his neck, sleepily murmuring something about a wake and bake. Rain certainly wasn't about to deny him, pressing a lazy kiss into his hair and already reaching to root through his beside table for his stash of edibles.

It's been hours since then, and to Rain's delight not much has changed. They're spooned together now, Dew's back pressed to his chest while the fire ghoul snoozes away. Rain noses at his hair, breathes in the warm scent of cinnamon and a spent bonfire, squeezing Dew's narrow waist. They're both shirtless now, have been since their last lazy make out session, and the little ghoul is so very warm in his arms.

Maybe his hand happens to travel over the soft skin of his stomach. Maybe his fingers graze the waistband of his worn flannels. Maybe Dew sighs in his sleep and Rain groans right along with him.

You can't blame him, really. He's high - too high, if he were to be honest - and everything just feels so...nice. The sheets feels nice, his pajama pants feel nice, the early springtime sun flooding the room feels nice.

But Dew's ass against his tingly cock feels especially nice.

Rain hums when the little ghoul lets out a snort, shifting and wriggling. Rain gives him another fond squeeze, callused fingers teasing the sparse trail of hair just beneath his bellybutton. Dew lets out a quiet chirp - it's a pleased sound, one that only encourages Rain's ministrations. There's no real intent behind them, touching for the sake of touching, at least for now. Rain's chapped lips trail over a slender shoulder and Dew gives a sharper inhale, a warm hand coming to rest on top of Rain's against his stomach.

"Groping me in my sleep?" His voice is telltale thick and slurred and it makes Rain smile.

"I would never." Rain holds him closer, snuggling their hips even closer. "You must be dreaming."

Dew gives him a soft huff of laughter, tipping his head just enough to expose his neck. Rain takes the invitation, trailing slow kisses from his shoulder to his throat. Dew hums happily, pressing his ass very deliberately back against Rain's rapidly thickening length. He lets out a soft hiss and Dew...Dew giggles.

"Dunno," he purrs, "feels pretty real to me."

It's Rain's turn to chuckle then. He trails ticklish fingers over Dew's belly, just enough to pull a surprised squeak from the little ghoul, to get him squirming. Rain ruts his hips against him as he drags his hand down, cupping Dew through his loose pants and finding him already stiff.

"So does this," he croons, and the sound Dew makes then is decidedly less innocent.

The little ghoul stretches in his arms, chittering low in his throat as his back creaks and pops. Rain looses his grip and Dew turns with a very specific sort of looseness, sliding onto his other side to face Rain and casually hooking a skinny thigh over his hip. His eyes are delightfully red and unfocused, angular face open and so very relaxed. The smile he wears could almost be called blissful.

"Gonna do somethin' about it?"

Rain shrugs at him, smirking. He's too high to be anything but willing, but the teasing is second nature.

"Maybe," he mutters, leaning in to rest their foreheads together. His hand moves from its home on Dew's bony hip, sliding up the ridges of his ribcage and coming to rest against his spine. "If you really need it that bad." Dew raises an eyebrow, clearly amused.

"Me?" An elegant hand glides up Rain's side, over his waist, along his twitching stomach. Dew trails one wandering finger over his clothed length and Rain doesn't bother trying to keep his eyes open when Dew presses at it. Makes it throb. "You were the one pokin' me in the ass."

Rain cracks one eye open just in time to catch Dew licking his lips. He brushes their noses together, rolls his hips in search of friction, but Dew pulls his hand away just in time for Rain's motion to rub their covered cocks together instead and - oh. Oh that feels very nice. Nicer than it has any right to, really. The way Dew's eyelids flutter with it suggests he agrees.

"Guess I'll be doing us both a favor then."

Rain captures him in a kiss so utterly decadent that the little ghoul can only melt into it. His hands immediately find their way into Rain's hair, Dew groaning long and low when the water ghoul licks into his mouth. Rain returns it with something approaching urgency, every place they meet sizzling with sensation. Dew rolls his hips and Rain gasps into his mouth, dropping a hand to that tight little ass and gripping tight.

The grind is as languid as the kiss, their hips rocking together in perfect synchrony. They fit so well together like this - Rain's cock slotted perfectly into the channel of Dew's hip, Dew's little dick so hard and hot where it's pressed into his thigh. Rain can already feel himself starting to leak into his pants, every nerve alight with beautiful warmth. Dew pulls from the kiss with a gasp, eyes lidded and glassy.

"We're gonna make a mess," he pants, lips deep red and spit-shiny. Rain wants to tell him how pretty he looks, how simultaneously sweet and whorish, but Dew moans in such a terribly broken way that Rain's eyes roll back in his head instead.

"Good," he manages to huff, another blurt of pre soaking through thin cotton. "Get all filthy so I can clean you up."

Rain holds him tight, latches on to his slender neck, and waits for Dew to fall apart in his arms. It won't take long.

He can't wait.

[kkaisarion]

team effort🎮

for day 4 of kinktober, i present to you: rain playing a video game while getting fucked over the coffee table by dew. because he has the range. thank you @kroas-adtam for the prompts!

rating: explicit pairing: rain/dew includes: anal sex, one (1) mention of tentacles, as a treat word count: 1,473

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“Fuck, not again!”

Frustrated, Rain buries his head in his hands. Five times, he’s tried to defeat the final boss of this video game. And all five times, he’s flubbed it at the last critical hit. He looks up at the large red letters flashing on the TV screen, mocking him.

He’s been camped out in the living room all afternoon, completely immersed in the game. He doesn’t exactly remember doing it, but apparently at some point he slid off the couch onto the floor, ending up kneeling over the coffee table with his weight on his elbows—presumably in an attempt to get that much closer to the TV and concentrate on the action. Not that it helped.

Rain heaves a deep sigh and hits the controller button to start again. He’s so distracted thinking about what strategy he should try next, he doesn’t notice Dew creeping up behind him until it’s too late. He jumps slightly when Dew lays his warm hands over his shoulders, then relaxes as the fire ghoul starts massaging the tight muscles there. Pausing the game, Rain sits back on his heels and stretches with a satisfied groan, tipping his head back to lean against Dew.

The two of them angle their faces toward each other and share an affectionate kiss. “Hey, baby,” Rain smiles against Dew’s lips.

“Rainy, I miss youuu,” Dew whines, wrapping his arms around Rain’s chest in a possessive hug. “You’ve been playing for hours.”

“This is important, Dew. I’m so close to beating the game.”

“More important than spending time with your mate?” Dew huffs.

“Yes, it is,” Rain says, his tone deadly serious, and Dew rolls his eyes in response. Still, Dew cuddles in close and hooks his chin over Rain’s shoulder, settling in to watch him play.

Rain unpauses the game and restarts the fight with the monster, immediately getting sucked in. He can’t help himself from rambling out loud, explaining his every move even though he knows Dew couldn’t really care less.

“See, I have the first phase all figured out—stop running away, you bitch, I’m trying to stab you—but it’s the next part that’s tricky.”

“Mmhmm,” Dew hums, clearly not paying attention to a word of what he’s saying. Instead, he busies himself with trailing a line of warm, wet kisses along the sensitive skin of Rain’s neck, working his way around to the front to nip at Rain’s jaw.

“What are you doing back there? Stop distracting me.” Rain shifts onto his knees again and hunches over the table, trying to get away.

“I’m helping you,” Dew insists, draping his body fully over Rain’s. Dew presses his chest to Rain’s back and fits their hips together, nestling the water ghoul’s ass snugly against his growing bulge. Then he sneakily brings his hand around and manages to smash a few random controller buttons before Rain can slap him away, making the character run headlong into the enemy’s attack.

“This is the opposite of helping,” Rain complains, but grinds back against Dew nonetheless.

Dew reaches down to palm the front of Rain’s pants and makes a small noise of surprise. Rain is fully hard, even though they’ve barely gotten started.

“So excited already,” Dew remarks, squeezing lightly. “Wait, have you been—Rain, are you turned on by the monster??”

“What? Of course not,” Rain denies immediately, and Dew cackles.

“He is pretty hot, with the tentacles and everything,” Dew concedes. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m here to help relieve the tension.”

Rain doesn’t dignify Dew’s comment with a response, instead focusing on the game and trying to fix Dew’s damage. He vaguely registers the rustle of clothing as Dew reaches around and starts undoing Rain’s pants, not helping at all as he struggles with the zipper. But when Dew eventually manages to slide them down and Rain’s cock springs out, Rain lets out a small sigh at the pressure relieved.

Making quick work of his own pants, Dew lines up his bare cock with the cleft of Rain’s ass, thrusting along it a few times. He brings his fingers up to Rain’s mouth, pressing his fingers against his lips until he opens up. “Suck,” Dew orders, and Rain does it without thinking, his attention trained on the TV.

Rain’s concentration slips when he feels Dew’s slick fingertip pet at his rim. He automatically moves his legs further apart to give Dew better access, and lets out a quiet moan when he pushes inside. Rain arches into Dew’s touch, fucking himself backwards onto Dew’s fingers as he gradually adds more.

Even when Rain is fully stretched open, Dew keeps pumping his fingers in and out at slow pace, at odds with Rain’s growing need. Rain blatantly wiggles his ass in the air to ask for more, and Dew chuckles before relenting. Rain’s eyes flutter shut involuntarily when the head of Dew’s cock pops inside, and he has to force them open to look at the game as Dew starts sliding in.

Right before Dew bottoms out, the monster launches a surprise attack that catches Rain off guard, making him jerk backward and fumble the controller. Dew’s cock sinks in all the way at once, and both of them moan loudly.

“I can’t dodge when he moves like that,” Rain bitches, panting slightly.

“Seems like a skill issue to me,” Dew snickers, also somewhat breathless. “Have you tried just getting good?”

“Shut up, Dew. You’ve never gotten past level two.”

“That’s not the point,” he sniffs. He retaliates with a couple of well-aimed thrusts that rub perfectly against Rain’s sweet spot, and precum spurts out of Rain’s slit to smear against the edge of the table. Rain decides that later after they’re done, he’ll make Dew lick it clean.

Dew starts fucking steadily into Rain with long, hard thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. He moves at an even pace that Rain gets used to quickly, letting him return his focus to the game. But soon enough, Rain can’t ignore the way Dew is mouthing and biting the back of his neck, moaning right in his ear. Then Dew humps a little faster and snakes his hand around to toy with Rain’s cock, using light, teasing touches that make Rain thrust forward to chase the friction.

“C’mon, Dew, touch me properly,” Rain groans.

“I thought you didn’t want me to distract you,” Dew says, his tone annoyingly smug. He pulls all the way out and grabs Rain’s ass, spreading him open and spitting noisily on his hole.

“You bastard,” Rain gasps. “Just—”

Dew unceremoniously shoves his cock all the way back in, and Rain keens with it. As Dew’s hips jerk forward quicker and quicker, Rain clenches down on his cock to goad him on, making Dew swear violently. Finally, Dew wraps his hand fully around Rain’s weeping cock, stroking it in an increasingly uncoordinated rhythm as he starts to approach the edge. Rain can feel the wires crossing in his brain, the adrenaline from the monster fight combining with the overwhelming pleasure from Dew’s hand and cock. He absently wonders if he’ll ever be able to play a game again without getting hard.

Then without warning, Dew bites down hard on Rain’s shoulder and slams home one final time, grinding in forcefully as he shoots his load deep in Rain’s ass. The sensation sets Rain off too, and he cries out as his orgasm barrels into him. The controller clatters out of Rain’s hands as he cums, Dew milking out long spurts from his cock that stripe across the table.

Rain heaves in a couple of deep breaths, his head spinning. Then out of nowhere, Dew lets out a triumphant crow.

“Look Rainy, we did it!” He points toward the TV.

When Rain lifts his gaze, he’s shocked to see the flashing words on the screen:

Apparently when the controller fell onto the table, it somehow managed to hit the exact right buttons at the exact right time to deal a final blow to the monster, defeating him for good.

Rain moves off Dew and turns around. For a brief moment. the two of them just stare at each other in disbelief. Then they break out into laughter, clutching at one another.

“See? I helped! I’m a god-tier gamer,” Dew announces with a shit-eating grin.

“Absolutely not. I did all of the work.”

“Hey, I got you off and offed the guy at the same time. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Rain rolls his eyes and tackles Dew to the floor, smothering him with a long overdue kiss.

“Okay, thank you,” Rain says when he pulls back. Dew yelps when Rain closes his hand over Dew's spent cock and starts jerking it, coaxing it hard again. “Now, let me return the favor.”

[thelampisaflashlight]

Rain, sighing: -looking at his phone- Swiss, looking over: "Something on your mind, bud?" Rain, picking up his phone: "Yeah, Dew sent me a text a little while ago, and it didn't make sense, so I texted him '???' and he's been typing for three minutes now." Swiss: "Oh, shit, did you guys have a fight or something?" Rain, shakes his head: "No, but, here, look at this, what does this mean?" Swiss, leaning in to read the text Dew sent: "...That's just gibberish and random emojis." -thinking- "Hey, what was Dew doing when you texted him initially?" Rain, scrolling up: "He was talking about feeling sleepy and needing to lay down... Oh." Swiss: "Ten bucks says he's passed out on his phone." Rain, embarrassed: "Man, I was getting worked up over noth-" -phone chimes- "...ing?" Dew, via text: "I just think it's funny that you assume when I'm texting for a long time that you think I'm mad at you, like for real?? Do you think I'm that rude of a person?? I care about you so much but you don't even-" Swiss, leaning away from the phone: "Oooohhh, someone's sleeping in the pond tonight, because Dew's gonna kick your ass off the couch, too, for that-" Rain, immediately heading off to Dew's room: "Baby, it's not like that!" Swiss, kicking his feet up on the couch: "Ugh, finally, he's gone..." -stretches out, tossing Dew's phone onto the coffee table- "...That's better." Dew, being woken up by Rain: -sleepy, confused ghoul noises- "SWISS-" Swiss, settling down: "It was good while it lasted." Rain, divebombing the couch: "BITCH-"

[divine-misfortune]

Thinking about Dew and that fucking packer post and I am not alright.

I blame @sphylor

And also @crimsonclergy for putting the original image in my head

Anyways Rain loves to show off his man.

"We're gonna be late" Dew mumbled vacantly as he watched Rain's hands drag up along his sides. Bare skin on bare skin. Cool relief.

He didn't know why he said it, he didn't care, and Rain certainly didn't either. If the water ghoul did, they wouldn't still be standing there in the middle of the hotel room. Rain wouldn't be slotted against his back, exploring the planes and valleys of his body. But they were, but he was.

"We are." Rain agreed as his lips ghosted over his pulse.

"You don't even have your glamor on...You can't go out like this."

"I know." He hummed as his nails raked lightly through the pale blonde hair that trailed over his belly.

Dew looked up from Rain's hands, a feat he's surprised he could manage, and caught a glimpse of them in the vanity mirror. He knew Rain liked it like this. Some weird fascination with Dew's human disguise. Rain preferred to remain how he was, all fins and scales, dangerous in appearance. He liked how delicate Dew looked in the arms of a beast.

Their eyes met in their reflection and Rain's lips curled. A glint of teeth that made his knees feel weak.

"Not done with you yet," The water ghoul hummed, absentmindedly thumbing over one of his nipples, already pebbled and sensitive from the blaring air conditioner. His claw caught on one of the silver rings and tugged gently.

Dew's breath caught and he carefully swallowed the whimper in his throat. The goosebumps on his skin remained despite the steadily growing heat beneath the surface.

Rain pulled away from him and Dew nearly tipped backwards. The space he occupied against his back felt colder, and his body suddenly ached with something that could be confused for need. Loneliness. His body yearned for Rain the second it registered his absence.

"Not letting you out that door yet, lantern."

Rain reappeared in front of him with a devious glint in his eyes.

His voice came with the sharp edge of possessiveness, one Dew was intimately familiar with. It was like he'd struck a match, and was dangling it just over the kindling. Teasing him with ignition.

His palm slid over Dew's stomach, the muscles involuntarily tensing at the feather light touch, and stopped just at his waistband. He lingered and tapped a claw lightly against the metal button, considering.

"You love me, right droplet?"

"That's a stupid question." Dew snorted, embarrassment beginning to burn in his face. "Of course I do."

"Tell me."

Something in the water ghoul's tone softened. There was nothing coy about the request. Genuine, holding his heart on display for a fleeting second.

"...Love you, Rain. So much, love you."

He chuffed happily and slid the weight of his hand over the front of Dew's pants. He dipped further, just between his legs. Dew's hips bucked forward against his palm, the seam of his jeans only added friction against his swollen clit. Rain admired the color steadily creeping down the fire ghoul's neck to his collarbones. Almost glowing red.

"And you love me so well, baby." His voice fell to a whisper, continuing to grind the heel of his hand against him. "So good to me..."

Dew took his wrist in both hands, unsure if he wanted to push him away or apply more pressure. For the moment he just held him there, and Rain thankfully let him. He could have been cruel, scolded him, struck him, but the pleased smile remained firmly in place. Not tonight, promised the warmth in his gaze.

"So good," Rain repeats, breathier. "Love your cock," his tongue darted out to wet his lips, and Dew didn’t dare look away. "This one's all mine."

"Fuck...Yes, yes baby..." Dew nodded repeatedly, almost as eager as his clumsy attempt to rut into his hand. He could feel the slick dampening his boxers already, fuel to the fire.

"You gonna wear your packer out tonight?" His lips pressed briefly against Dew's temple, he was nearly burning. Close. "In those tight jeans, fuck, you'd look so big..."

Dew made a strangled sound, almost a whine but not quite.

"So big...Everyone would stare, bet they'd wonder what it looked like."

Dew could see it in the brief seconds he thought to blink. The harsh colored lights and the music loud enough to vibrate in his molars. Bodies pressed too close together in a place that smelled of sweat and vodka. Hot, sweaty, loud. On such a tightly packed dance floor he could be shameless. He could grab Rain by his hips and pull his plush ass right back against the bulge in his jeans. Dew loved to see how far he could push it, just how long he could rut up against Rain and let his hands drift somewhere indecent, before he caught a stranger's eye. It was another performance to him.

He loved the risk, and Rain loved the attention.

"You wanna spend the night grinding on my big cock?" Dew laughed breathlessly and Rain shared his amused sentiment, trilling in agreement.

"Oh more than anything. I want them to be jealous that you're mine...That I get to take you home. They can gawk over that silicone all they want though, because only I get to strip you down and see your cunt. Only I get to taste you, feel your dick throb against my tongue, it's all mine."

His. Just his.

Dew felt the sparks in his belly and an overwhelming flare of heat. It felt good to burn for Rain.

"Anything you want Rainy, anything princess, I'll give you my cock all night, promise."

"I know you will, firefly."

[ghoul-slime]

Tandem

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,205

Pairing: Aether/Dew, Swiss/Rain, Aether/Rain, Swiss/Dew, Swiss/Aether, Rain/Dew, Aether/Dew/Swiss/Rain

Tags: Foursome, anal sex, anal fingering, blowjobs, hotel sex, partner swapping, implied polyghouls

Summary: The whole band had all been treated to nice big suite rooms as a reward for the past week spent sleeping on a cramped tour bus. Now, taking in the sight of Dew with his tongue down Rain’s throat, Aether and Swiss have no doubt that it had all been worth it.

Aether/Dew/Swiss/Rain hotel foursome continuation of Parallel, but this can be read as a standalone.

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Aether cautiously opens the door to the hotel room with Swiss in tow. They’d been banished downstairs to the lobby bar for the last hour so Rain and Dew could get ready for the evening in peace.They’re immediately greeted by the image of two naked ghouls sitting pretty on the edge of one of the two big beds in the room. The whole band had all been treated to nice big suite rooms as a reward for the past week spent sleeping on a cramped tour bus. Now, taking in the sight of Dew with his tongue down Rain’s throat, Aether has no doubt that it had all been worth it.

Rain has his hands threaded through Dew’s long blond hair while Dew paws at his chest as they kiss, and Aether is certain that they’d been sitting on the bed patiently waiting for the sound of the key card at the door before they started putting on this little show. Even from where he stands he can tell they’re fresh out of the bath, hair still damp, shining and silky, skin soft and glowing and clinging to a slight blush leftover from the steam of the water. Aether salivates, feeling himself chub up in his pants at the scene before him. He can’t wait to work with Swiss to fuck them both up, get them good and filthy again. Wreck that bed they’re sitting on so bad all four of them will have to sleep in the spare.

Beside him Swiss lets out a knowing chuckle, undoubtedly thinking something similar. He throws an arm around Aether’s shoulder and drags him in close.

“Would you look at that, Aeth?” Swiss grins, striding them both up to where Rain and Dew are perched on the bed. “Couple of little angels, so pretty and putting on a nice little show for us. All dolled up and smelling so sweet and clean. All for us?”

Swiss slides his hand up the back of Aether’s neck and into his hair, twisting him around and kissing him on the mouth, licking past his fangs and grinning sharp against his lips. He leans in to growl into Aether’s ear, a message just for him, “What do you say we make them cry tonight, hm?”

When Swiss lets go he turns back to see Rain and Dew looking up at them with hooded eyes and blushing faces. Rain inhales deeply and lets his eyes flutter closed. Dew looks at Aether and sticks out his tongue.

Aether steps in to kiss Dew but Rain stops him with a hand to his chest. “Not yet,” he says, looking up with big, blue eyes. “We wanna suck you first…” he trails off. “Please?”

Dew shoots a grin at Swiss and Aether can see the game they’re playing. Despite the sweet appearances, he knows that Rain and Dew are in charge here. He feels himself throb in his pants as he imagines the two of them touching each other earlier in the shower, lazily tugging each other off and planning exactly how they wanted to get fucked by Swiss and Aether tonight.

Swiss reaches out, trailing his thumb across Rain’s pouty bottom lip. “Anything you want, baby,” he answers sweetly. “Anything you want.”

And with that Dew and Rain both drop to their knees, shoulder to shoulder, tugging Aether and Swiss in by the belt loops. Dew reaches up to pop the button of Aether’s jeans and distantly Aether can hear Rain doing the same for Swiss. Dew pulls Aether’s jeans and boxers down together. “Off,” he fusses, swatting at his feet until Aether is stepping out of them and kicking them to the side. 

Dew wastes no time in grabbing Aether’s hard cock and licking a long, wet stripe up the length of him from root to tip. His hand flies to Dew’s head as he takes Aether in his mouth and begins to bob, hollowing his cheeks and sucking, looking up through long lashes as he swallows him down. Aether groans and looks away, only to be greeted with the sight of Rain tonguing at the slit of Swiss’ dick, jacking his shaft and cupping his balls with his other hand.

If this is how the night is looking to go Aether isn’t sure how long he’s gonna last, feeling a tight coil of pleasure already building up in his gut as Dew deepthroats him, exaggerating wet gagging sounds as Aether’s cock hits the back of his throat. Just the way he knows Aether likes. 

Aether tightens his grip in Dew’s hair, encouraging him to slow down. He glances over again to see Rain suckling at the tip of Swiss’ cock, Swiss’ head thrown back, his shirt and pants now discarded. Rain laves at the head, running his tongue around the ridge and eliciting a tight groan from Swiss. At this rate Aether wonders if this was Rain and Dew’s plan all along. To suck them off wet and messy and perfect, get them to bust right away, that way they can spend the rest of the night playing with each other instead.

Aether looks down at Dew who manages to grin up at him despite his mouthful of cock, as if he can read Aether’s thoughts. Aether pulls him off, letting go with the most obscene wet pop he can manage, a thin trail of spit connecting the tip of Aether’s dick to Dew’s shiny, pink lips. 

“Oh no you don’t, you little shits,” Aether chuckles breathlessly, reaching out to ease Rain off of Swiss’ length. Rain gives Aether an innocent look before turning to drag Dew in for a sloppy kiss, their spit-slick lips sliding over each other wet and messy. Still putting on a show. 

Swiss grins down proudly, chest heaving, one hand squeezing the base of his dick to bring himself back down. He turns to Aether and cocks an eyebrow. “Wow,” he says simply, with a breathless laugh.

Rain and Dew part, Dew reaching in for one more lick to Rain’s lips before settling back on the bed. “Do you want us from behind first?” Rain asks sweetly, helping to ease Dew down to his hands and knees before arranging himself similarly, glancing at Swiss over his shoulder as he spreads his knees out on the bed and arches his back.

“Holy fuck,” Swiss whispers. They’ve both been prepped already, tight pink holes worked open and ready, glistening shiny and wet with slick and lube. Aether wishes he and Swiss had been allowed to stick around to watch them finger each other. They’ll have to ask them to do it again someday.

Swiss makes the first move, stepping forward to run his hands up Rain’s parted thighs, cupping his cheeks and pulling them open to expose that wet little hole even more. Aether watches as he runs two fingers though the slick of Rain’s ass before bending down to plant a kiss right on one cheek. Rain hums in appreciation and reaches out to thread his fingers with Dew’s on the bed next to him. 

“Aeth, please,” Dew turns to look at Aether, demanding his attention, arching his back and whining dramatically. He reaches behind to slip one finger into himself, sinking in and drawing it back out slowly, shining and wet. Aether grunts and steps in, grabbing his cock and running it through the mess of Dew’s ass. Dragging down his cleft and across the velvet soft skin of his balls.

“C’mon Aeth, fuck me. Let’s show them how good you give it to me,” Dew goads, wiggling his hips. Aether lines up and sinks in with one fluid movement, turning to see Swiss jack himself twice before pushing his cock into Rain’s waiting body. Aether watches them for a beat, appreciating the long line of Rain’s arched back, lean muscle straining across his shoulders, round little ass cheeks bouncing with each thrust of Swiss’ hips. Aether can hear the wet slide of Swiss’ thick cock pushing in and out of Rain’s tight body.

Dew whines again, “Harder, Aeth. Harder. Fuck me harder,” he pleads. Competitive little shit, Aether thinks to himself as he takes Dew’s skinny little hips and pounds in harder, bouncing Dew’s skinny thighs off of his as he fucks him deep. Together they have the bedframe rattling, and distantly Aether thinks they’re not gonna make it through the night without at least one noise complaint.

Aether picks up a frantic pace, spurred on by the sweet little whimpers and cries Swiss is pulling from Rain next to him. He drags Dew’s hips back, spearing him fully on his cock, pushing in hard and fast, sharp thrusts hitting deep. After a few moments Dew cries out, squeezing Rain’s hand twice. It’s a signal, Aether realizes, as Rain turns to look at Swiss over his shoulder again.

“Swiss…ah,” he squeaks as a particularly hard thrust heaves him forward, wavy hair bouncing with the force of it. “We… we wanna ride you now.” The way Dew has been letting Rain speak for the both of them has Aether’s cock throbbing inside him.

Swiss pulls out and Aether follows suit, admiring the way Dew’s pink hole winks and gapes in time with his heaving chest. “Yeah, baby,” Swiss laughs, breathless, “Want you to ride me now. Bounce that round little ass on my cock for Aether and Dew to see.”

Dew leans in to whisper something in Rain’s ear and Rain nods back, smiling up at Swiss and Aether sweetly, a blush across his pretty features, wavy black curls sticking to his sweat-damp forehead.

“Dew thinks we should switch places,” Rain muses, looking back and running his fingers through his hair. “Right Dew?”

Dew sits up, folding his legs and nodding, biting his lip and doing his best to give Aether a demure look. They’ve rehearsed this perfectly, Aether thinks helplessly.

Rain and Dew reach forward together, tugging Swiss and Aether onto the bed, pushing and pulling until they’re arranged side by side against the headboard. Dew leans in to kiss Aether deeply, licking past his lips as Aether threads his fingers into Dew’s hair. When he pulls back, Dew looks at him with bright eyes. “Show Swiss how good you can ride, baby,” Aether mutters against his lips between kisses, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, “Make him go fucking crazy for you.”

“Yeah,” Dew agrees breathlessly, “Gonna take Swiss so deep. Watch you fuck Rainy with your big fat cock while I bounce on his dick.”

And then Rain is tugging Dew away, crawling over to straddle Aether while Dew arranges himself on top of Swiss’ thighs. Rain runs his hands up Aether’s broad chest, resting his hands on his shoulders and leaning in for a sweet, soft kiss. Aether cups his cheek, kissing him and whispering a soft “Hi” against his lips.

“Hi,” Rain repeats back quietly, smiling and looking up at him through the fringe of his hair, reaching back to grasp Aether’s cock and line himself up. “Gonna take you now,” he says softly, rising up on his knees before slowly sinking back down. Rain throws his head back, mouth falling open as he sits down fully on Aether’s cock. Aether groans, salivating at Rain’s exposed neck, prominent Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows, adjusting himself to the stretch of Aether inside him.

Aether rests his hands on Rain’s hips and leans back to watch Swiss and Dew share a deep kiss of their own. Swiss reaches to grasp himself, but Dew swats his hands away. “Let me do it,” he says, stern. “Keep your hands here,” he instructs, placing both of Swiss’ large hands on his skinny little hips, a mirror image of Aether’s hands on Rain.

“Yeah,” Swiss nods, biting his lip. “Show me what you can do, Spitfire,” he croons as Dew reaches back to spread himself open with both hands, sinking down on Swiss’ straining, leaking cock. Dew looks to Rain once he’s fully seated, breathing heavily and blushing from head to chest.

Rain nods at him and they start riding together. Rain braces himself on Aether’s shoulders as he rolls his hips, sliding up and down the length of Aether’s cock slow and rhythmic and purposeful, grinding down each time he bottoms out, slick and lube running down Aether’s shaft and smearing between Rain’s thighs. 

Beside them Dew bounces in Swiss’ lap with rapid, short strokes, hands free and using just the power of his thighs and the spring of the bed. His hard little cock bobs as he rides, beads of pre rolling down his length as he hooks his feet around Swiss’ thighs for leverage, closes his eyes and bounces. Swiss groans at the sight of Dew’s tight belly muscles straining, silver rings threaded through his pert, pink nipples bouncing in time with his hips. With a groan he wrenches his eyes away from Dew to watch Rain work himself on Aether’s dick.

Aether has his eyes clenched tightly, the sight of Rain’s lean, elegant body swallowing him up rocketing him towards an orgasm he’s not ready for. Swiss’ voice breaks him from his concentration. “Look at him, Aeth,” Swiss drawls. “Lucifer, he looks so beautiful stuck on your cock. Takes you so good doesn’t he?”

Swiss doesn’t wait for an answer before he directs his attention to Rain. “How’s he feel, baby? Do you feel good? He filling you up just how you like it?”

“Yeah,” Rain answers breathlessly, grinding down hard on Aether’s dick, “Swiss, I can feel him so deep,” He rolls his hips, “Feel him in my belly he’s so deep.”

“How about you, Spitfire?” Swiss squeezes Dew’s hips, “How’s Rainy look taking your big boy’s fat dick?”

Dew gasps, watching Rain work himself up and down Aether’s cock. He clenches around Swiss in response, picking up his pace and bouncing faster, feeling Swiss’ cock kick inside him.

“Fuck,” Swiss whispers. “Aeth, fuck. Your little Dewdrop’s so fucking tight. So fucking good on my cock.” He reaches out, pries one of Aether’s hands from their vice grip on Rain's hips and guides it to where he’s connected to Dew. “Feel him?”

Aether moans deep and long at the feeling, fingers sliding through the slick mess of Swiss’ cock and Dew’s wet hole as he works himself up and down Swiss’ shaft. He spreads his fingers, feeling how Dew stretches each time he sinks down. Aether feels like he’s being assaulted on all sides. Swiss’ filthy narration and the wet stretch of Dew’s body at the tips of his fingers coupled with the slick sounds of Rain working himself open on Aether’s cock are too much for him.

He shouts, shuddering, and Rain is grabbing his face with both hands and pressing their foreheads together. “Not yet,” he commands, insistent, slowing the roll of his own hips as Aether gasps for air. “Look at me, Aether,” Rain asks, gentle now, Aether opens his eyes, gazes into Rain’s, “Tell me when you’re close, yeah?”

“I’m close, Rain. I’m fucking close,” Aether strains out through gritted teeth. Aether gasps again as he’s suddenly free from the hot, wet clutch of Rain’s body, head tipping back to thump loudly against the headboard as he sucks in lungfuls of air. He turns in time to see Dew nip at Swiss’ lips one last time as he stops bouncing and pulls himself off of Swiss’ cock.

Rain and Dew share a kiss again before rearranging themselves on their backs at the foot of the bed, Dew laid out in front of Aether and Rain in front of Swiss. “C’mere and finish us off,” Dew grins, spreading his thighs and reaching out for Aether. Rain hooks his leg over Dew’s, sitting up on his elbows and beckoning for Swiss to come closer.

Aether crawls over to Dew, settling himself between his legs and running his hands up his parted thighs. He takes himself in his hand and pushes into Dew’s waiting body. He hears Rain whine as Swiss does the same. Aether’s still dangerously close to finishing, so he wastes no time picking up a brutal pace, slamming into Dew with short, sharp thrusts that rock his tiny body into the sheets with each push of his hips. Dew cries out and Rain whines, rocked by similarly powerful thrusts from Swiss. For the first time that night Aether feels in control, and he glances at Swiss who is already grinning back at him. 

Aether tenses as he sees Rain and Dew reaching out to paw at each other, hands running wildly all over each other’s faces and bodies. They come together to share a sloppy kiss, all wet lips and tongues as they fight to maintain the kiss despite getting fucked straight into the mattress. 

“Gonna cum, Rainy,” Dew gasps into Rain’s mouth. “Gonna cum,” And then Rain is reaching over to jack Dew off in time with Aether’s erratic thrusts. Dew gasps, choking on his own breath as he shoots all over his belly, clamping down tight and setting Aether’s own orgasm off. Aether groans as he cums long and hard, filling Dew up with the release he’d been fighting so hard to hold back.

“Fuck, fuck,” Swiss curses, watching Rain slide his fingers through the mess on Dew’s belly, coating his fingers with glistening white and then reaching back to jack himself off with his wet hand. Rain closes his eyes and spreads his legs wider, arching his back off the bed as he jerks himself, whispering “yesyesyes, oh yes,” before he’s cumming too, shooting all over his own heaving chest. Swiss curses again, bends down to brace himself on his hands before fucking, two, three more times into Rain’s spasming body and cumming with a long groan. 

Swiss leans in to bury his face in the crook of Rain’s neck, inhaling deeply as Aether lowers himself down to hold Dew’s face in his hands and kiss him, pushing sweat damp hair off of his forehead. Dew laughs, high pitched and breathless and joyful, reaching up to wrap his arms around Aether’s neck. 

When they pull away, Swiss reaches for Aether, bringing him in with a hand on the back of his head. They kiss, Swiss’ hands tangling into Aether’s sweat damp hair. Swiss pulls back to smirk at Aether, brilliant white fangs flashing.

“Holy fuck,” Swiss jokes, “Well, that was fucking amazing.”

Aether chuckles, but before he can answer he’s cut off by a sharp whine. They turn to see Rain and Dew staring up at them from where they lay. Dew’s running his fingers through the mess between his legs. Trailing a wet finger up the cleft of his ass to push a gob of Aether’s leaking cum back inside himself. Rain, still propped up on his elbows, idly plays with his own mess cooling on his belly. Spreading his fingers to watch it stretch sticky and shiny between them.

“We’re not done yet, though,” Rain speaks for them both again, a saccharine smile spreading across his pretty face. “You got us real dirty. Think you’re gonna need to give us a bath and help us get nice and clean again.”

[iamthecomet]

Okay so i am madly in love with your fics and i would literally DIE for really soft and fluffy Aftercare with Dew and a reaaally subby and tired Rainy. I love them so much and you killed me with your story about Rain in heat 😭🩷

No DYING. But I'll see what I can do. Also thank you for your love for my fics, it is really really appreciated <3 <3.

Rain is fully dropped by the time Dew ushers him into the bathroom. His eyes are fixed in the middle distance as leads him to the shower. He keeps Rain upright with one arm around his waist as he fiddles with the water. Trying to pick a temperature that isn't going to boil Rain alive. He helps Rain into the shower, watching as Rain's legs shake a little. They stand under the tepid spray for a few minutes. Dew running his fingers up and down Rain's spine. Fingers slipping up into the curls at the back of his neck, rubbing. Thumb grazing over the bruises around his gills. The ones shaped like Dew's fingers. "You did so good, Rainy. You know that?"

Rain looks down at him with unfocused eyes. He blinks, trying to pul himself back. Dew slips his hand around to press against Rain's cheek. "S'alright. I've got you," Dew whispers. "Want me to wash you up?"

Rain gives him a stilted nod, and Dew turns to grab the shampoo--the extra bottle of Rain's favorite that he always keeps in here. Dew reaches up to drag his soapy fingers through Rain's dark hair and Rain leans down. He presses his damp forehead against Dew's boney shoulder. Melting into Dew's body as Dew tries to wash Rain's hair as adequately as possible and keep the soap out of his eyes. He's careful, lathering most of the shampoo at the back of Rain's head while Rain's cool breath huffs out over his shoulder. Dew keeps one hand on the small of Rain's back, grounding. Dragging his fingers up and down the vertebrae. A metronome of comfort. A reminder that he is here. They are here. Together. The shampoo is long gone when Rain reaches for Dew. Long fingers curling around his hip. He starts to straighten and Dew morns the loss of him, the closeness of him as Rain picks his head up and looks at Dew. Eyes a little clearer, but still lidded. "There you are," Dew says, reaching up to rub the rest of the shampoo from Rain's curls.

"Yeah," Rain breathes. "Can we--bed?" "Yeah, of course, Raincloud." Dew reaches around him to twist the shower off. He steps out first. Cranking up his internal heat to dry himself off faster while he grabs a towel for Rain and wraps it around the water ghoul's shoulders. Pulling him close as he does. Rain clings to him. Wrapping his arms around him in a way that makes Dew feel like the bigger one. Clinging to Dew like he's a liferaft. And Dew has to ask--he always does. Hates the way the doubt creeps in during these moments when Rain is neediest. As Rain buries his face into Dew's throat, back hunched. Dew presses a kiss to Rain's temple and sighs. "Was it too much?" Rain shakes his head vigorously. Droplets of cool water catching on Dew's shoulders. "No--no--was good. Needed it." Dew hates himself for needing that reassurance. For being the one who needs to make sure he didn't do something wrong. He's usually pretty good about avoiding dom-drop. But the nagging worry is always there, propelled by the thoughts of all of the things they did. Post-nut clarity always sinking deep into his bones, filling his chest with shame at the things he said--the things he did.

Doesn't matter that Rain asked him for it. Doesn't matter that they both loved it.

Dew shoves it down, pushes it away as Rain clings to him, sags against him. Because if he had done something wrong--would Rain trust him like this. Naked and vulnerable curled into his arms like he wants Dew to carry him to bed. Dew wishes he could. Instead, he just guides, arms wrapped around Rain as he pulls him from the bathroom. He needs to change the sheets, he realizes a little too late. He sets Rain into his desk chair and kisses him between the horns. "Two minutes, then we can get in bed, ok?" He waits for Rain's tired nod before he turns away. Keeping an eye on Rain the whole time he strips the bed. The sheets are still damp. He shoves them into his hamper and grabs the first clean set he can find. Crisp blue cotton ones Mountain got him ages ago. Rain watches all of his movements. His body language loose and tired. Dew can tell he's still a little hazy. It was a hard drop, a deep one. Dew knew what he was getting into when Rain showed up begging for it. He wanted to go deep, to drown in a cotton-filled mind. Despite the intensity of everything--and Dew's inherent worry--Rain still looks as blissed out as he did when Dew had finally let him cum. It's that dopey smile, still tugging at his lips, that finally sets Dew at ease. He tucks the last corner of the sheets in and tosses his quilt back on the bed. He comes to stand between Rain's legs, reaching for his hands to pull him up. "You ready for a nap, sweetheart?" Rain yawns, doesn't bother to hide it. He nods. "Hold me?" "Yeah, as long as you want." Dew tucks them both into bed. Curling himself around Rain's back. He curls his arms around Rain's chest and stomach, and hauls him back so they're flush. Legs tangled together. Dew nuzzles his face into the back of Rain's neck. Smelling clean water and the jasmine of his shampoo.

Rain reaches down and laces his fingers with Dew over his stomach. "Dew?" Rain asks, voice groggy, slipping away already. "Yeah?" "Thanks." It's barely a word, more of a noise--but Dew understands. He always does.

[st-danger]

Dropping u a request: Dew fucking, breeding Rain silly. Wearing his long legs like a scarf around his neck

Rain can barely breathe; his legs are over Dew's shoulders, and Dew is looming over him, folding him, and Rain can't draw a full breath. His lungs burn with it, from all the hoarse vocalizations Dew fucks out of him, rougher by the second.

"Gonna cum in you," Dew says, and it sounds like a threat. Rain's cock twitches at the words, clenching from them, and Dew lets out a breathy laugh, snapping his hips faster. "Oh, that's what you want, huh? You want that? Want me to fill you up?"

Rain screws his eyes shut and nods fervently, hands scrabbling at Dew's chest.

"Please," he gasps, "please, Dew, you gotta-"

"Breed you," Dew snarls, "gonna breed you, get you nice and full used, all swollen and changed for me."

Rain wails at that, before he even realizes how loud he's being. Just a reaction torn from him while Dew continues to fuck him within an inch of his life.

He's vicious about it. He doesn't ease up, doesn't slow down. Pushes into Rain hard and fast and doesn't even hesitate after Rain cums and begins weeping with sensitivity. Just when Rain is about to beg off, Dew's hips stutter and he shoves himself as far into Rain as he possibly can. Rain feels the way he throbs inside him, the way his cock kicks as it spits out everything it has deep within him.

"That's one," Dew laughs, breathless and mean, letting Rain's legs down. Rain opens watery eyes to look up at Dew, who swipes some of the cum on Rain's stomach onto his fingers, and then pushes them roughly into Rain's mouth. "That's one in you. That's one."