#rain/mountain

[st-danger]

Hi, what about Mean Rain with your choice, but towards the end, Rain can't keep up the act because he has alllllll these sweet soft feelings for Ghoul of your choice

At his feet, Mountain kneels, reverent and adoring.

And abused. Ignored. A plaything for Rain to touch and tease, spit on and slap, speak cruel words to- Mountain takes it all, grateful and begging for more. Rain holds a nice fistful of hair, unforgiving when he pulls. Testing.

"You can go harder," Mountain breathes, and yes, Rain could.

"When did I ask you to talk?" Rain muses, voice light. Condescending. Mountain's face falls; a bad sign, or would be if Rain doesn't see what hangs between his legs, red and heavy and giving a noticeable twitch at the query.

"You didn't," he says, chastened.

"Got it in one," Rain drawls. "Good for you. Next time you open your mouth, it better be for something useful."

The hand not yanking Mountain's hair grabs the tent in his pants and holds. Mountain naked as the day he was summoned, Rain still clothed- submissive, at a disadvantage. Ready to be taken advantage of. He wants to be fucked. Privately, Rain would rather love him instead. But it isn't about him.

Mountain is good at making himself useful. He has Rain pulled out of his pants moments later, wasting no time licking him into his mouth, taking him as deep as possible. Rain can't bring himself to fuck his mouth as roughly as he wants, but it hardly matters. As expected, Mountain does a fine job gagging himself on his cock without any help. The sound makes Rain cringe even as the feeling of hitting the back of his throat this way makes his eyes roll back.

"Drool on it," Rain orders. "If your chin isn't wet, don't bother."

Mountain is a good listener. He drools and licks and it's so filthy wet, messy. His lips are shining, his knees will be bruised from where they press onto hardwood floor. And Rain will feel a little guilty, and wonder if he can get away with kissing the marks when they fully bloom tomorrow.

Mountain pulls off, coughing after taking Rain too far. Eyes watery. Rain feels a twinge of discomfort. He looks up at hi. With wide, searching eyes.

Rain rolls his.

"What is it?" he sighs, doing his very best to seem annoyed at the interruption. Irritated that Mountain would vocalize anything other than a muffled moan around his dick.

"Insult me," he whispers, voice raspy. "Call me names."

"You want to hear you're a slut?"

"Meaner," Mountain says. "Make it bad."

For the first time tonight, Rain falters. The hesitation is too great to sweep under the rug. Too obvious. He chews his lip and lets his hand drop from Mountain's scalp. There's a very pregnant pause where they stare at one another, and Mountain seems to shrink in on himself.

"Sorry," he mumbles. "I didn't mean to demand-" he says, right as Rain says,

"I don't want to."

Rain drops to his knees, joins Mountain on the floor, and reaches for his cock. Takes it into his hand and tries to imbue all the affection he possibly can into the slow, gentle stroke. Mountain moans, but looks confused.

"I can't do it," Rain admits, apologetic. His ears feel hot. "If you want degradation, go to Dew. Or Swiss."

Mountain looks a little dumbfounded, lips parted while he sucks in ragged breaths as Rain begins jerking him off for real.

"Rain-"

Rain surges forward, kisses him, and rests a tender hand on the face he'd backhanded not twenty minutes prior. Doesn't need to wait long before Mountain's tongue slides against his. Deep and dirty, though in a different way.

"Let me be sweet, for once, please," Rain speaks against his lips. "I'm not good at this."

"You're very good," Mountain corrects, and then breaks into a groan as Rain pays attention to the head. "Really good."

"Let me be good to you," Rain says, and shuffles closer, close enough he can take them both in his talented hands, stroking soft. The feeling of Mountain against him makes him go a little cross-eyed.

Mountain's hips stutter forward.

"Don't do anything you don't wanna do," he whispers. "We don't- we can stop, if you want." The tremulous voicing betrays the sudden nervousness. That it's a step too far, he's hurt Rain, he's pushed him into something-

"Let me love you," Rain breathes, embarrassingly soft. He buries his face into Mountain's chest, and blurts out a glob of pre the moment Mountain wraps an arm around him.

[riconas]

You know who never gets mean rain overstimulation? Mountain. And that’s just unfair, don’t you think?

so unfair, actually. a crime, even. 

combining this with this prompt, which fit perfectly:

tags: blindfolds, slapping, overstimulation, degradation

“Don’t touch,” Rain snaps, slapping Mountain’s wandering fingers away from the blindfold over his eyes. “Are you even listening?” 

Unobscured by the blindfold, Mountain’s brows furrow, and he lets out a shaky exhale. He nods jerkily. 

Rain’s fingers tighten on his neck. “I didn’t gag you, did I? Use your words.”

Mountain whines, fingers curling into the sheets, but manages to mumble, “I’m listening.”

“Then act like it.” Rain rocks forward again, braced on Mountain’s chest to keep himself steady. Mountain’s hands creep up his thighs, probably unconsciously, and Rain slaps them away again. “Don't touch. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

It’s worse, he knows, that Mountain is so wonderfully tactile. How terrible of him to deny Mountain the one thing he wants. He pinches Mountain’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twists cruelly. Mountain arches into his touch with a gasp. 

“Slow down,” Mountain pleads. “Rain, please. I’m gonna cum if you don’t slow down.” 

Rain tilts his head, even though Mountain can’t see it. “So? You’re gonna cum anyway.” 

Mountain’s mouth twists into the saddest little pout. “I don’t wanna cum yet.” 

“Why not?”

“Because I—Rain, Rain, nonono wait—” and Rain relinquishes the hold he’s got on Mountain’s neck, “—because if I cum I—I won’t be able to give you what you want.” 

Which is to say he’ll go soft, and using him like a dildo will be a real hassle, but Rain’s not stupid. It’s never actually been a problem before. He knows what he’s doing, and Mountain does too. 

“You’re not giving me what I want.” Rain clenches down as hard as he can, relishing in the anguished groan he gets in return. “I’m taking it.”

And he does. 

Mountain cums, lips parted in a silent moan, hands flexing as not to rip the nice sheets. His cock kicks deep inside Rain, hot spurts filling him to the brim, seeping out of him, dripping down the inside of his legs. 

Rain sinks down all the way, groaning at how full Mountain’s cock makes him feel, how huge he is, and the wet squelch of his thighs has his eyes rolling back in his head. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he moans, bouncing a little, trying to nudge Mountain’s still-hard cock against his sweet spot. It’s difficult without Mountain’s hands on his hips to help him along, but he makes it work. Certainly worth it, seeing the misery etched so cleanly into Mountain’s half-covered face. 

“Please,” Mountain gasps. “I can’t anymore. It hurts, Rain.” 

Rain laughs, breathless and carefree. “Not my problem. Your fault for cumming. Should’ve held it in.” 

He grinds lazily for a few more moments, tugging at his cock, entranced by Mountain’s distressed little whimpers. Taking his pleasure like that, the angle perfect for him. No rush, now that Mountain’s done. 

Until he feels Mountain starting to go soft inside him. 

“For fuck’s sake,” he snarls. “Are you kidding me?” 

Mountain lets out a heartbroken little sound, and Rain nearly caves. “I’m sorry. I can’t help it.”

Which is true, and Rain knows because he’s been on the receiving end many times before, but he rolls his eyes anyway.

“Whatever,” he says, as flippantly as he can. Thank Satan he’s a water ghoul. He presses his palm to Mountain’s abdomen, searching, concentrating, until he finds the thread of water that’ll give him what he wants. With a flick of his fingers, he yanks on the thread and doesn’t let go, and Mountain immediately starts filling out inside him again. 

Mountain’s back bows off the bed. “Oh, no, no no no—”

“Shut up,” Rain snaps, really pissed now. “Let me use you.” What a waste of energy, having to use his magick to help Mountain out. How selfless of him. “Can’t do anything right, can you? Can’t even use you as a fucktoy. Useless.” 

Mountain keeps bucking his hips, like he’s trying to throw Rain off, and Rain isn’t having any of it. He slaps Mountain across the face, backhands him the other way. The blindfold shifts with his carelessness, and Mountain—bless him—scrambles to pull it back down. 

“It really hurts,” Mountain says sadly. “Please, I can’t—I can’t take it.”

“You can,” Rain says, emphatic. “You’re taking it now, see? Look, you’re taking it.” He punctuates it with another nice, slow grind, rubbing his cock into Mountain’s twitching stomach. 

“I can’t,” Mountain gasps. The blindfold is dark where his tears have soaked through the fabric. He paws blindly in Rain’s general direction, only succeeding at weakly smacking Rain’s hip. 

“That’s one more,” Rain says coolly. One more time he gets to cum on Mountain’s poor, abused cock. “Touch me again. Do it. I’ll add another.” 

Mountain wails. Lucifer, Swiss can probably hear him from next door. Rain should really be more considerate. 

“I didn’t mean to,” Mountain pleads. “I’m sorry, Rainy, I didn’t mean to.” He paws at Rain again, not realising his mistake. 

“That’s three,” Rain declares, and Mountain sobs. “Better start counting. I’m not stopping until you’re dry.”

[miasmaghoul]

miasma. my love. my darling. please. please.

i need trans rain fucking mountain in the amazon position. i need him mean. teasing. mountain losing his fucking mind. confused and so so horny.

P L E A S E

oh baby you GOT IT

His bedroom door slams open and Mountain startles, peering over his book and glasses at the sudden intrusion.

"Rain?"

He stands in the doorway, panting, fists white-knuckled at his sides. His eyes are wide and wild, his hair mussed and cheeks flushed, and Mountain is hit all at once with a wave of sea-salty musk that nearly knocks him out of his stately armchair. He feels dizzy with the intensity of it, fumbling to set his things aside and force himself upright on unsteady feet. His loose sweatpants do nothing to hide the swell of his cock, rapidly filling out against his thigh.

"Rain?" Mountain repeats, supporting himself on the back of his chair. The other ghoul's scent floods his nostrils, so strong, so concentrated that it threatens to seep into his bones. "Rain, what-"

"On the bed," Rain rasps, the words dark and demanding, "on your back." Mountain doesn't move a muscle, rooted to the spot under the weight of Rain's impossibly heavy gaze. He blinks twice.

"What?" He can't help his confusion, he's never seen Rain look so...unhinged, he thinks is the word. With a flash his fangs Rain...Rain fucking growls at him. It's a possessive sound, one that does nothing to soothe the very sudden ache between Mountain's legs.

"I said," Rain snarls, stepping into the room just enough to slam and latch the door.

"On."

A step forward, one that brings him into Mountain's personal space.

"Your."

Rain grips a handful of his tank top, claws raking over his muscled chest.

"Back."

Mountain gasps when Rain gives him a solid shove, stumbling back until he's forced to sit on the mattress. Rain stalks closer and grips him by the throat, shoving him into the bedding with more force than is really necessary for how out of sorts Mountain feels right now. Rain straddles his thigh, face split in a lascivious smile.

"There, was that so hard?"

Rain leans down and licks a filthy stripe over his heated cheek, his other had gripping Mountain's burgeoning erection through his pants. He cringes and groans low in his throat, swallowing against the pressure of Rain's hand over his adam's apple. The other ghoul grinds against his leg with an exaggerated moan and Mountain swears he can feel Rain soaking right through his own jeans and into his sweats. The air's so thick with it he can taste it.

"Fuck," he huffs, cock pulsing in Rain's tight grip. He gives Mountain's throat a squeeze and his eyes flutter shut with a soft oh.

"Got something I wanna try," Rain murmurs into his ear, the words liquid silk. "Something Cirrus showed me."

Mountain's hands, awkwardly half-raised, land on Rain's slim waist. The other ghoul releases his throat and grips his wrists immediately, pinning his arms to the bed with surprising force. Mountain blinks up at him, brow knit with a little concern and more than a little curiosity.

"What -"

He's cut off by the forceful press of Rain's soft lips, the other ghoul shoving that long, cool tongue into his open mouth with no preamble. Rain always kisses like he's taking something, and this time is no different. He steals the air from Mountain's lungs and forces every last bit of blood in his sluggish brain to head south, throbbing with want. With need.

Something in his rapidly fraying mind wants him to struggle - Rain always likes it when he does - but he has surprisingly little leverage. His heart slams against his ribs when Rain finally pulls back, razor-sharp fangs tugging at his kiss-swollen lip.

"Gonna have some fun with you," Rain pants, repeating his achingly slow grind. "And you gonna lie here and take it."

There's no room in his tone for argument and, well, Mountain finds he doesn't particularly want to try.

Curiosity is a hell of a thing.

Rain shifts, and in seconds he seems to be everywhere at once. Mouthing wet and nasty at Mountain's throat, pawing rough at his chest, shoving a slender thigh between his own so firmly that Mountain can't help but grunt. He balls his fists in the sheets as Rain shoves his shirt up, bunching it around his throat so he can pluck at Mountain's nipples with cruel fingers.

Mountain squirms with every touch, the other ghoul moving so quickly that he can hardly keep up with the sensation of Rain sloppily licking his way down his stomach, drooling all over. His head swims when he lifts it, watching the other ghoul with lidded eyes.

Rain moves with a sort of single-minded purpose, claws dragging down Mountain's sides hard enough to sting, enough to make him hiss. Those elegant fingers hook into the waistband of his sweats and give a quick tug, and Mountain groans when his heavy length flops against his spit-streaked belly with a wet slap. They both groan with it, and Rain only steps back long enough to divest Mountain of the offending garment entirely.

His own jeans and boxers follow, and while Mountain gets only the slightest glimpse of them he sees nothing but wetness. Rain's clit stands stiff and red, jutting from between his dripping folds, a mouthwatering sight that has Mountain's cock leaking onto his twitching stomach. Rain chuckles, reaching down to collect that blurt of pre with two callused fingertips. He stretches the sticky fluid between his digits with a smirk before smearing it over that gorgeous clit of his and Mountain can do nothing but whimper.

The desperation hits him hard and fast, a hot wave of need rushing through every vein, every nerve. A jolt of electricity down the length of his spine, a tightness in his gut, a rush of arousal so intense it makes his thighs shake. It's only been a handful of minutes since Rain came in, ten at most, but Mountain feels out of his mind anyway. Rain seems to see it in his face, tilting his head in the hauntingly predatory way only Rain could, eyes shining. Mountain can only stare at the way he strokes the length of his clit, at the way his slick drips down his milky thighs.

Rain steps between his legs again and Mountain spreads them further on instinct, utterly entranced by the sway of those perfect hips. Nimble fingers wrap around his aching cock and Mountain chokes on air, bucking his hips and earning a sharp slap to the inside of his thigh for his trouble.

"Stay still," Rain orders - it couldn't be anything but an order - and Mountain does, his head entirely too fuzzy to consider disobeying. The other ghoul pulls at his cock, disastrously languid strokes that have Mountain loosing an endless stream of stupid little vocalizations.

"Gonna fuck you," Rain breathes then, grinning with entirely too many teeth.

The angle Rain holds him at is...odd. New. The other ghoul is still standing, looking down at him with his flushed, leaking dick pointed right at his cunt.

"Gonna fuck you the way you fuck me."

Mountain stares up at him with pleading eyes, chest heaving as he watches Rain drag the head of his cock through those slick, dusky folds. Feels it prod at his entrance. The sensation tears a wretched moan from his throat and Mountain scrubs at his face with both, sick with the effort of not thrusting up into that sweet, perfect hole. Rain saves him the trouble.

"Gonna own you."

Rain cants his hips, the head slips in, and the sounds they make are wrecked for entirely different reasons.

Rain gives neither of them time to adjust, taking inch after inch of his rigid length with smooth rolls of his hips. Mountain understands the angle now - even more so when Rain grips the backs of his knees with bruising pressure.

It's...Mountain doesn't have a word for it. Mind-blowing would probably be accurate. His cock is most certainly buried deep in Rain's cunt, but the way Rain moves, the way he grunts and grinds make it very clear who's doing the fucking here.

It's nothing short of stunning.

"Fuck me," Mountain huffs, running quivering hands down his own chest, over his straining thighs. "Lucifer, Rainy, fuck me." Rain growls, a rich sound that goes straight to his balls.

"Tell me what you are," he grits out, and Mountain knows exactly what he means.

"Yours," he gasps, eyes wet at the edges, "fuck, Rain, I'm yours!"

Mountain can't take his eyes off the place they're joined, at the copious slick coating his cock, drooling down Rain's thighs and his own. He's drunk on the sound of it, wet squelching that melds perfectly with his own whorish cries and Rain's tight moans.

"I know you are," he pants, voice thick with pleasure. He picks up speed and Mountain's vision tunnels. "Gonna make sure you never forget it."

Rain's hands move to his hips, hungry claws biting into soft flesh, and as Rain starts to clench around him Mountain knows he never will.

[rain-fa1l]

take some silly art of mount and rainy in the morning

please ignore rains face i was so annoyed with how it was coming out so i just ended up gooberfying him lmfao

[kkaisarion]

mirror mirror on the wall

so a little while ago @crimsonclergy posted a genius thread about rulti dressing room sex, and @kamonart and i were extremely normal about it—so here's a fic + art collaboration based on the idea

rating: explicit pairing: swiss/rain and rain/mountain includes: semi-public sex, anal sex word count: 2k excerpt:

Swiss settles back on the bench and unzips his jeans. His cock springs out, already hard and wet at the tip, and he pats his thighs in invitation. Rain quickly folds himself onto Swiss’ lap and slots their mouths together in a wet, messy kiss, immediately licking into Swiss’ mouth and sucking on his tongue. His eagerness makes Swiss laugh, and he kisses back in force, giving as good as he’s getting. He slings his arms around Rain’s exposed narrow waist to pull him close, and when he catches sight of them in the mirror, he groans at how his broad hand spans almost halfway across Rain’s back.

read on AO3

and go reblog kenny's art! featuring rain's slutty little outfit:

[cansu-m]

[lanndscape]

[forlorn-crows]

More non-serious sex brainrot: Mountain casual fucking. Guy just needs to get off, y'know? It's been a hard day of manipulating the fabric of the earth itself and the big guy just needs to blow off some steam by blowing out someone's back. Or getting his own blown out.

Walks into the ghoul wing and propositions the first person he sees. And, of course, who wouldn't be willing to lend a hand to help a friend out?

uhhh well you see. he didnt even make it out of the greenhouse. so, as a reward for being the sweetie that he is, rain gets his back blown out

cw: theyr'e disgustingly in love. good ole' fashioned spontaneous sex. a lil bit of oral, a lil bit of dirty talk. hard and fast and needy, and thats how we like it. unexpected knotting (oopsies). and, as always, transmasc rain. cunt/clit/folds to refer to his anatomy.

Mountain sets the last of the hanging baskets back into place, sighing bodily. He rolls his neck, wincing at the little pops his spine makes. But he’s satisfied with his work—all the flowers and ferns pruned and their soil refreshed—and very glad to be done. 

The earth ghoul brushes the remainder of the soil off the workbench, finally allowing the stifled need in his core to roll up his spine and settle under his skin. He digs his claws into the wood and groans out loud. Curling in on himself when his dick starts to chub.

The door to the greenhouse squeaks open, chilly autumn air rolling in along with the scent of petrichor and sea salt. Mountain has to stop himself from whining at the fresh, intoxicating smell. 

“Hey, sunflower,” Rain says brightly, drifting in with a dancer’s grace. “Brought you some tea and snacks.” He sets a shallow bowl and mug down onto the bench, pressing himself to Mountain’s side and kissing him on the cheek. “Orange cinnamon chai,” he points to the steaming mug, resting his head on the earth ghoul’s shoulder, “and there,” he points at the bowl, “are figs, pears, and some brie drizzled with honey. ‘Cause I know that’s your favorite.”

Mountain chuffs and dips a finger into a smear of honey on the edge of the bowl. He sucks it off, looking down at Rain with lidded eyes. Admiring the way the wind ruffled up his inky curls, the slight lilac blush to his cheeks, the little smile he gives when Mountain makes a noise of approval. 

“Do I detect a hint of honeysuckle, tadpole?”

Rain feigns surprise, looking up at him coyly. “Maybe,” he lilts.

Mountain rumbles happily and leans in close. “Just as sweet as you.” He cradles the water ghoul’s face in his hand and kisses him deeply, melting their bodies together chest to chest. Groaning when Rain opens up immediately and lets him stick his honey-coated tongue inside. 

The earth ghoul lifts him effortlessly onto the top of the workbench, wrapping Rain’s legs around his waist and hugging him close, all without breaking the kiss. Rain trills happily and sinks into Mountain’s affection. He drapes his arms around his broad shoulders, fingers playing with the mousy-brown strands falling from his bun. The action sends a shiver down Mountain’s spine, and he can’t help but gasp softly against the water ghoul’s mouth. His fingers tighten into the knit of Rain’s sweater. 

“Feed me some?” Mountain mumbles against his lips. 

Rain smiles. “‘Kay.” He turns his head to select a morsel, giving Mountain access to the long column of his neck. Eager lips surge forward to latch onto the sensitive skin. Mountain can feel the amused rumble that bubbles up in his throat.

“Don’t eat me, silly,” he laughs. “Here.” He holds a slice of pear between lithe fingers, dangling it in front of his nose.

“What if I want to eat you,” Mountain purrs. But he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue for it anyway. He curls it around Rain’s lithe fingers when he places the fruit in his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as he licks across the pads of them. Chilled and sticky-sweet.

Rain makes a soft noise, letting Mountain lick them clean. 

“Do you like it?” Rain whispers, watching as the earth ghoul closes his mouth around the tops of his fingers before pulling away and chewing. Mountain watches Rain watch his mouth, eyes flitting around his pretty, angular face. 

He hums and licks a stray droplet of honey from his lips. “It’s delicious, darling. Thank you,” he says huskily, pulling Rain closer by the waist. Rain trills as he runs his palms across the small of his back, dipping just underneath his sweater. Mountain buries his nose in the collar of it and not-so-subtly humps his hips against the edge of the table. 

“But I think I fancy something else right now.” Mountain nuzzles under his ear. Rain’s scent spikes with arousal and he can’t hold back the desire any longer. “Wanted to bend you over this bench as soon as you walked in the door.”

Rain shudders and groans approvingly. “Yeah?”

“Say you’ll let me. Please? I’ve been aching.” Mountain licks up the side of his neck and sucks his earlobe into his mouth. Rolling it between his teeth while Rain hisses and grasps at Mountain’s hair. “Take you right here, fuck you so good.”

“Fuck yes,” Rain breathes. “Right here, please do.” 

Mountain doesn’t need any more permission than that. He growls playfully and promptly flips Rain onto his belly, bending him over the edge of the workbench and yanking his sweatpants down all in one motion. 

“Lucifer—” Rain gasps through a surprised giggle, lifting his tail over his shoulder. 

Mountain lands a smack to his right asscheek and grabs two handfuls of him, groaning at the sight of slick already seeping through his folds. He spreads his cheeks wide and sinks to his knees in the dirt, shoving his face in Rain’s cunt. 

“Satanas, Mount, oh fff,” the water ghoul moans, pounding his fist on the table. “Your fucking mouth, unholy shit.”

Mountain groans against him, shoving his tongue in as far as he can get it. Pressing his nose into that soft spot before his hole and taking in the concentrated smell of need that goes straight to his rock-hard dick. 

“Taste like absolute sin, tadpole,” Mountain mumbles against his folds, too drunk on his flavor to stray too far to say so. 

“You can stay down there as long as you want,” Rain chokes out as he seals his lips over his throbbing clit. “Suck me dry, seven hells.”

The earth ghoul just hums, suckling on it until his nose gets wet with slick and Rain’s panting above him. Digging into his round ass so hard he’s bound to leave marks. But he doesn’t take him up on the offer, pulling away after a few heated moments. 

“Wanted to make sure you were nice and wet for me,” he all but growls. “Gonna fill you up so full.”

Rain whines and peeks over his shoulder, eyes drooping in pleasure. He wiggles his hips as he watches Mountain strip his apron, arching his back to make sure he gets a perfect eyeful. 

Mountain licks his lips as he pulls himself out of his pants, not bothering to push them any further than past his balls—just enough to expose his aching length. He grips himself and teases Rain’s folds with the head of his cock, up and down until he’s coated in creamy slick. 

“Fuck, look at you,” Mountain whines. “So perfect. All afternoon, I’ve needed this. Needed you.”

Rain pushes back, popping the head of his cock right inside. Mountain has to stop himself from blowing right there, steadying himself with one hand on Rain’s hip and groaning when his balls draw up with no warning. 

“Show me how perfect. Take me,” the water ghoul begs sweetly, breathlessly. 

Mountain can’t wait any longer. He pushes all the way in, melding their hips together. Growling low as Rain squeezes around him and breathes out little yesyesyes’s, urging Mountain to snuggle into that space made just for his cock. The earth ghoul’s forehead drops between Rain’s shoulder blades as he bottoms out, keening at just how good he feels. 

Mountain tells him as much. Rumbles endless praise into the fibers of his sweater, the curls at the back of his neck. Shuddering as Rain arches back into him and digs his fingers into the wood. 

“So perfect,” Mountain mumbles again, beginning to move. The first real slide of his length against those smooth, silky inner walls makes his mind hazy with need. He doesn’t get more than one slow thrust before he’s fucking Rain in earnest, wrapping his arms around his hips and forcing him to take it deep. 

“Mine,” he growls over the lewd sound of skin slapping skin. 

“Yours,” the water ghoul cries. “Oh, fuck me, ye-e-es-ss.” 

Mountain digs into his slim hips. Holding him tight so Rain feels the tip of his cock all the way in his stomach with each thrust.

“Feel so good,” the earth ghoul grunts. Rain clenches around him and he nearly sees stars. “Lucifer, take it, take it.”

Rain just nods, gurgles out something incoherent. Words aren’t important to Mountain anymore, though, not really. He just needs the water ghoul to make pretty noises, soak his cock in slick, and take every inch of him until he can spill inside him hot and fast. Siphon the burning need out of his core so he can actually relax after working all day. 

“Mount,” Rain gasps. “So deep, unholy shit.”

“Yeah? Gonna give it to you,” he growls, snapping his hips even harder. Each time their hips meet, there’s a little resistance at the base of Mountain’s cock, spikes of pleasure running through his hips and down his thighs with each thrust. He realizes too late it’s his knot, swelling and bumping against Rain’s folds. Growing bigger by the minute until it’s impossible to ignore.

“Hmpf, Rain I—” Another shudder runs through him, white-hot and insistent. He snarls. “Please, let me—fuck—need to put it in.”

Rain drops his forehead to the worktable with an audible thunk, groaning as he presses back against his knot. “Uh huh,” he whines. 

“Tell me I can, please, darling, tell me I can.”

“Put it iiinnn, Mount—hah—gimme it, need it.”

Mountain nearly sobs with relief. “So good to me, so fucking good to me,” he babbles. “Just need a little—that’s it, seven hells, Rainy.”

The water ghoul arches as far as he can, letting Mountain fully support his hips with just his forearms. Each thrust pushes more and more of his knot in, until finally Rain’s cunt stretches around its widest point and sucks him right in. Popping in with a wet squelch and the daintiest oh Mountain’s let out yet. 

“Fuck—”

“So good, squeeze it, squeeze it—”

“—yeah—”

“—cumming, cumming, Rain oh—”Mountain spills deep inside with fangs latched in his mate’s sweater, and he swears he’ll do anything Rain wants once he’s spent.

[iamthecomet]

Rain leg worship in stockings perhaps? 👉👈

UH HUH. UHHH HUH!!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS.

almost 1.9k of Rain teasing Mountain and Mountain not being able to resist. Some mention of Mountain's appreciation of feet, but nothing too intense.

Mountain can’t stop looking. No matter how many times he raises his eyes back up to his book they trail back down, over blurring words to the stocking clad feet pressed into his lap and the long legs attached to them.

They’re warm Rain had offered when Mountain asked him about the stockings.. He thought about pushing a little harder–getting a real answer. Reminding Rain that pants are even warmer. That there are blankets. That Mountain isn’t stupid and he knows just how little insulation sheer stockings give. Not like he’s never worn them before. 

He doesn’t say any of it though, because as soon as the words started to build up behind his teeth Rain was dragging his big toe down the seam of Mountain’s jeans. Pressing the warm pads of his toes against the soft swell of his cock. 

And those words were gone. Dried up. Rain was settled into his spot on the couch by then, book open, body leaned back against the arm. 

“Do you like it?,” Rain asks absently and Mountain drags his eyes away from his lap, from the delicate arch of Rain’s feet and the way his toes curl. It takes Mountain a second to realize that Rain is asking about the book, not the feet on his dick. Rain suggested it so Mountain’s been reading it. He looks at the pages again, words swimming. Blood rushing south. 

Mountain clears his throat. “Uh–yeah. I really do.” 

It isn’t a lie, even though right now he can’t recall a single thing about it. He hasn’t turned the page since Rain sat down. All of the characters suddenly seem unfamiliar, English does too. 

Mountain wonders if the stockings are as soft as they look. Or are they the material that gets caught in his callouses, tugs on his skin uncomfortably? He bets they’re silky though. Rain has high standards.. He longs to touch, to find out. To run his finger over the arch of Rain’s foot to make it flex. Up over his calf, behind his knee. Over the soft swell of his calf and under that over-sized shirt that just barely covers everything else of interest. He wonders if Rain’s wearing underwear. If he’s chubbing up. Cock straining against the thin fabric. He wants to glide his hands up, bunch that shirt up around Rain’s waist. Wants to touch. 

“Good. I thought you would.” Rain says, unaffected. “I know you’re not always into fantasy but the characters feel real enough that I thought you’d be into it. I really like Vin.” 

“Me too,” Mountain says softly, absently, eyes drawn back down. He’s fully  hard now, or almost there. Pressing up against the curve of Rain’s foot. Rain knows–has to. Especially with the way he keeps moving, dragging his foot up and down. Rubbing Mountain through his jeans. And Mountain shouldn’t fall for it. He knows his game. Knows every single one of Rain’s games really. Coy, and sly, and always acting unbothered, ignorant. Making  Mountain desperate while he yawns and reads his book and acts bored and talks about the characters like Mountain can think further than the way his cock is twitching against Rain’s toes. 

Mountain’s hot. Sweat pricking at his hairline despite the winter chill. He wants to see Rain’s face. Wants him to lower the book and look at him. Even if he’s faced with disinterest it would be better than this. It takes all of his effort not to rock up against Rain’s foot. To just give in. 

“You ok, Mount?” Rain asks, finally lowering the book just enough for Mountain to see his eyes, cerulean and shrewd. “You seem distracted.” 

Mountain closes his book, tosses it on the coffee table. “Wonder why.” 

Mountain can’t see the way Rain’s mouth quirks up, but he knows him well enough to know it does. He sees it in the way his eyes crinkle in the corners. Knows it by how Rain presses a little harder, rubs a little more deliberately. Mountain digs his teeth into his cheek and fights a gasp, a groan. Fights the urge to hump Rain’s foot and make a mess. 

He’s got his eyes on Rain’s legs now. There’s something about the stockings that make Rain’s shape more obvious. Lithe and muscular. Mountain wants to drag his tongue over the curves. Taste nylon and sweat under his tongue. To bend down and press his lips to the side of Rain’s knee. Hook his teeth into those stockings and pull until they give.

He reaches down and drags his finger over the arch of Rain’s foot, watches it curl in on itself. Watches muscles jump beneath the sheer tights. Sees Rain’s thighs shift, clench. Watches that shudder run all the way through his body. Sees the subtle roll of Rain’s hips against nothing. Doesn’t miss the way a violet blush creeps over his cheeks. 

It’s too much. 

Mountain leans over, grabs Rain’s book. When he tosses it onto the table it misses. Rain makes a noise of protest that Mountain swallows when he presses their mouths together. Hands, finally, finally, sliding up over his legs. 

The fabric is impossibly smooth, buttery beneath his hands. He licks into Rain’s mouth and Rain arches him into him, gasping, mouth opening wider, hips canting up toward Mountain as his fingers climb higher. Over the side of his knee to grab a handful of Rain’s thigh. Flesh dimpling in as Mountain grabs hard enough to bruise.

“Fuck. Mount–hangon. You’re gonna rip them.” 

Mountain eases up as he pulls away, nipping at Rain’s lip just enough to sting. Pressing their horns together. Boxing Rain into the corner of the couch. He dips his head. Grazing fangs over Rain’s jaw, his pulse. The water ghoul gasps beneath him, shuddering as Mountain’s hands slip higher, under the hem of the t-shirt. Thumbs resting in the juncture of his thighs. Feeling the heat pooled there. Smelling salt and sweat and petrichor as he buries his nose in Rain’s collarbone. 

“Stay,” Mountain orders. Rain doesn’t respond, doesn’t nod. But when Mountain pulls away Rain seems to melt further into the couch. Eyes lidded as he watches Mountain lean back into his previous spot. Bracketed by Rain’s legs now, one foot on either side of his hips. 

He curls one big hand around Rain’s ankle. Feeling fine, delicate bones beneath his fingers. Dragging the pads of them over his ankle bone. He lifts Rain’s leg, braces one pretty foot against his shoulder so that when he turns his head his breath fans out over Rain’s leg. 

The nylon has a smell. Chemicals. Not wholly pleasant, but Mountain drags his nose along it anyway. Inhaling as he leans a little further forward. Tongue darting out to taste the plasticine of the tights mingling with Rain’s skin. Mouthing along his calf, up to his knee. Lapping at the crease there.

Rain gasps, head thumping back against the arm of the couch. He throws his arm over his eyes, the other hand digs into the couch. Fingers digging into the plush green cushion for all he’s worth. Mountain watches his knuckles turn white. 

Mountain takes his time. Laving wet spots over the stockings. Sucking marks onto Rain’s thighs through them. Careful not to tear, not to bite. Not yet. Before long he’s laid out between Rain’s legs. Both thighs slung over Mountain’s shoulders. Both of Rain’s hands curled around Mountain’s horns. Holding on tight as Mountain nudges the hem of his t-shirt up higher and higher. Rucking it up over Rain’s hips.

“No underwear?” Mountain rumbles, bending down to nose along the stiff line of Rain’s cock, held tight to his body by the stockings, but hard nonetheless. Curving up toward the waistband. The thin fabric clinging to the head where Rain’s been leaking. 

Rain opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a startled whine when Mountain sucks at the head of his cock. Dragging damp salty fabric into his mouth. Pressing his tongue to the slit. Feeling Rain kick and leak into his mouth. 

“Pretty,” Mountain whispers against Rain’s bulge. Dragging his mouth down the shaft. Bringing a hand up to cup his balls, roll them through his hand. 

“Take it out,” Rain whispers, pleads. “ ‘s too tight.” 

“Does it hurt?” Mountain asks. He presses the flat of his tongue over Rain’s cock. Tasting pre and nylon. Rain’s cock pulses against his tongue. Spits another glob of pre into the stockings that Mountain greedily laps up. Humming as Rain moans. His fingers dig painfully into Mountain’s hair. “Yes. Satanas, Mount. Yes, it hurts. Please. Please.” 

Mountain purrs. Nuzzling his nose against Rain’s twitching cock. Breathing in the scent of Rain’s desperation. He hooks one fang into the stockings. Feels the way they give way beneath his teeth. Splitting the stockings just to the side of Rain’s cock. Dragging them open with his mouth until his lips press against warm, velvet soft skin with no barrier. 

The noise it drags from Rain makes Mountain’s cock kick and spit in his jeans.  Rain’s cock springs free. And Mountain pounces, sucking the head into his mouth. Laving his tongue along the sensitive underside. 

Rain hiccups, breath catching as his hips roll up into Mountain’s mouth. Unable to stop himself now. Cock sliding deeper and deeper into Mountain’s mouth with each little hump. 

“Thank you,” Rain breathes, relieved and pained in the same breath. Leaking like a faucet onto Mountain’s tongue. “Thankyou thankyou–oh—” 

Mountain digs his fingers into Rain’s thigh again, feels his fingers punch through the tights. The fabric running, laddering beneath his fingers and down Rain’s legs. He takes Rain deep, presses his nose to the soft hair at the base of his cock. Allows Rain to hold him there and fuck into his throat. Toes curling against Mountain’s back, still stocking clad. 

“Close,” Rain warns, Mountain just purrs. He slides his hands from Rain’s balls further back to circle his hole. Finding him slick and fluttering. He presses just the tip of his finger in and Rain keens. Rolling his hips to take the digit deeper, to fuck further into Mountain’s throat. 

Rain cums with a broken whine. Hips stuttering. Spilling thick down Mountain’s throat. Body sucking Mountain’s finger in deeper and deeper as he twitches. Clenching and fluttering as Mountain swallows him down. 

Mountain pulls back, pressing a soft kiss to the head. Rain hisses and the sound makes Mountain throb. He presses his finger deeper, slides another in alongside. Rain makes a gut punched noise, a devastated sound even as he grinds down on Mountain’s fingers. Looking for more despite his softening cock. 

“Gonna fuck you now,” Mountain whispers. Reaching down to palm himself. Ignored cock still painfully hard. 

Rain nods, frantically, dark curls falling into his face. He pushes himself up enough to hook his fingers into the waistband of the stockings, intent to pull them down. Mountain grabs his wrist with his free hand, stops him just as he starts to slip them down. When the other he pushes in deep, pets against a spot that has Rain’s eyes rolling back in his head, body going boneless against the couch. 

“No,” Mountain says, firm. “Leave them on. Let me fuck you through them.” 

[st-danger]

Mountain making rain wear a vibrating Dildo or Plug All Day as a Punishment? plus turning up the intensity?

What if it wasn't all day, but right before rehearsal? The full thing. About time to set out on tour. Going through the entire show. Nailing their staging.

Noisy enough to cover any sound.

Rain feels Mountain's eyes on him. It's a low drone, a pleasant buzz, and Rain, for all of his attention to detail, his skill, is wavering. What are they, a quarter into the set? A third, maybe. They aren't even costumed, no jackets. No sleeves. Rain wears a simple cotton shirt and he's still running hot. At least it's black. It'll help hide the sweat he's sure will gather underneath his armpits by the end.

At least he has his bass slung low. At least he has something in front of him to hide where his cock has filled out some. He's not completely hard, not without direct stimulation, but it's noticeable.

At least he can focus.

Up until there's a bump in intensity and his picking hand falters and sticks between strings.

At least he recovers quickly. Nobody notices, except Mountain, but he refuses to acknowledge or even look over to see if he had.

At least Mountain shuts it off when it ends. Gives him a moment to recover. Ish. He's too chubby in his pants to put his bass down and keep a shred of dignity, and so he doesnt- he keeps playing, practicing on his own, and Papa gives him a little pat on the head, a little remark about his dedication. Dew calls him Papa's little pet. Mountain laughs. Rain glares.

Eventually the band filters out, leaves him behind with Mountain, leaves him to watch with a mouth gone dry as Mountain saunters to the door, the sound of it locking impossibly loud.

"Off your game today," Mountain teases. "Tense?"

"That was awful," Rain mumbles, and his face goes prickly.

"Dew noticed," Mountain says, unhelpful. He stalks closer and fiddles with the switch in his pocket, and suddenly it's on again, and Rain goes rigid. "Put that bass down. Show me what your hiding. Lemme ease that tension for you, huh?"

[landsccape]

[miasmaghoul]

Rainy x Mountain in heat if your comfortable?

Rain is being mean again.

:(

"Rain...Rainy, please," Mountain pants, hips jerking haphazard as his claws dent into Rain's jeans.

"I don't recall saying you could speak," Rain mutters, low and uninterested. He adjusts his glasses and licks the tip of his thumb, flips to the next page of his book. Mountain whimpers.

He doesn't know how long he's been down here, the haze in his mind blocking out everything beyond his points of physical contact. His knees ache from how long he's been on the stone floor at Rain's feet. His fingers shake where they're pressed into Rain's leg. His cock is wet and aching, rock hard and twitching nonstop. Another thick spurt of precum leaks from the slit, further lubing his crazed thrusts against the wet denim at Rain's shin.

Mountain bumps his forehead against Rain's knee, mewling and gasping as the thread in his gut begins to unravel for the umpteenth time tonight. Mountain dreads the lack of relief that will follow it. He needs more. Rain doesn't seem to care, and Mountain can't believe how much he likes that fact. He bumps Rain's knee again with greater intent and the water ghoul sighs, lifting his book to see Mountain's miserable face.

"What? I told you not to be an interruption," Rain says, annoyed. He peers over his glasses, raises an eyebrow, and the combination shoves Mountain right over the edge again. He shoots all over Rain's stained pants, his cock spasming and not even close to going soft between rounds any more. Mountain wheezes and groans, shaking as Rain rolls his eyes.

"R-Rain, please, please I - not enough, it's not enough-"

"Stop whining, it's obnoxious," Rain sneers, tagging his page and setting his book to the side. The only sign that he has been affected by Mountain's torment is his cock, soaked with drool and pre, jutting rigid from his zipper. "Stand."

Mountain's skeleton is vibrating. He's going to burst out of his skin any moment now. He's made of lightning and magma, splitting him apart at the seams. He pushes himself up on impossibly weak legs, and Rain makes a soft noise of disgust when he stumbles against the bed.

"Satanas, you're pathetic like this," he says, standing and grabbing his book. Rain's dick sways with his smooth steps and Mountain drools, his cock spitting again. Rain reclines on the bed with his legs crossed at the ankle. Mountain's eyes are glued to his length, to the thick vein that runs root to tip. Rain settles into the pillows and gets back to his page, gesturing at Mountain with a bored look on his face. "Well? Make yourself useful at least."

Mountain scrambles onto the bed, gasping as his cock throbs, blood hot. He crawls over Rain, straddling his slender hips and immediately sinking down onto the water ghoul's slick length with urgency. He keens with it, the burn of the sudden stretch answering some of the cry of the heat beneath his skin. The moment he bottoms out he's cumming again, thick and hot over Rain's shirt. He balances with his hands on Rain's thighs as he cries out, struggling to catch his breath.

"Fuck me," he rasps, the fire in his nerve ending threatens to atomize him, "Rainy you gotta-"

"Quiet down," Rain interrupts, turning another page. "I told you not to bother me. You want it? You work for it."

Mountain shouts as Rain's cock throbs inside him, sobbing as he rolls his hips and begins to ride. The drag of Rain against his walls is ecstasy, the bump of the flared head against his prostate sparking stars behind his eyes. Words are pouring from his lips against his will, Mountain's chin dropped to his chest.

"Do what you want, but you're not getting my knot until I'm ready." Rain flips another page and Mountain feels like the world is imploding.

"Yes sir," he groans, that coil of arousal unfurling fast, waiting for the world to go gray around the edges.

[rain-fa1l]

i headcannon that rain and mountain have matching ish necklaces, rain has a oak leaf necklace and mount has a water drop necklace

and because i am the way i am and im obsessed with rain, i bought myself a oak leaf necklace which i will never take off now

[heylsqowt]