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endopyre · 8 months
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Ok so I AM doing a full color of this but I haven’t had the time/spoons to devote to it and I want to share the WIP since I am in my rulti feels 👀 (as always)
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thatfuckinjester · 2 months
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rain: can i vent to you?
swiss: always
rain: but as friend not as my boyfriend
swiss: yes
swiss: call me girlfriend
rain: okay listen girlfriend
swiss: i'm listening girl
swiss: men ain't shit
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forlorn-crows · 2 months
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Crow my love will you pretty please tell me all about how Rain fucks Swiss' mouth the night Swiss kneels for him on stage? <3
i cant stop thinking about it. swiss was made to kneel for rain, i think. made to let rain tower over him and fuck his face 'til he's dazed and bleary-eyed. but he's gotta be smug about it too, right?
in a crazy turn of events, rain is cis for once. i know, i can't believe it either. crow writing rain with dick and balls? unheard of. and yet, here we are. mainly bc i am unwell about the idea of rain having a knot.
anyway. woe facefucking w/tiny mention of oral knotting be upon ye. this ones also for @askingforthesun >:)
EDIT: now w/a companion art piece by the wonderful @floating-goblin-art❤️
“Just like that,” Rain groans, pulling Swiss closer by the hair until his nose nudges the little nest of curls at the base of his cock. “Yeah, take it all.”
Swiss hums around him, sending a shiver up his spine. Still smirking despite a mouthful of cock and water ghoul slick coating his throat. 
It’s unfair, really. But it turns Rain on like no other. Confidence and desire cutting him deep through that hazel-eyed gaze. Swiss’ throat milking him for all he’s got while he grabs at Rain’s perky ass. And the noises. Lucifer, the noises he makes, all of them rumbling through his core. Straight-up sinful.
Rain loves every minute that Swiss spends kneeling for him.
“Bet you hmpf wanted to do this on stage. Get my cock out for all those people. Show them how feral you can really be, huh?” Swiss’ eyes flutter when Rain grips his locs tighter, but he holds steady. Humming an affirmative and muffled uh huh while tonguing along the underside of his length. Pushing his lips flush to his groin and swallowing hard.
Rain swears and tosses his head back, knees going a little weak. “Lucifer, your mouth . . .” 
Swiss pulls off with a pop, wiping the drool from his chin and stroking him with a coy look. Fangs out and far too handsome for his own good.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you, you dirty voyeur.” He gives a lick to Rain’s dripping tip, flat over the slit like he’s tasting a popsicle. And again, squeezing from base to tip so milky-white pre dribbles onto his tongue. Rain’s eyes roll back against his will, tingling right down to his toes at the sight of his own slick pooling in Swiss’ mouth. 
The multi ghoul swallows, licking his lips. “You’re so easy, rainbow,” he chides. “Get’cha wobbly over a few strokes.”
“Shut up,” Rain bites back. But it's a token protest, given how his fingers start loosening their grip on Swiss’ locs the longer he pumps his fist. 
He snorts. “You like my dirty mouth,” he says, pitching his voice lower on purpose so Rain’s stomach will swoop. “Just as good talking as it is taking, isn’t it?”
He shakes his head, biting back a groan. He regains the grip on his hair and takes a step forward, caging in Swiss’ body between and under his legs, looming over him just enough that he has to put a hand behind him for balance. Rain’s tail snaps behind him, eyes darkening as he brings his gaze back down. Cool and calculating. Swiss challenges it, of course, grinning as he strokes his cock over the long column of his throat.
“Put it back in,” the water ghoul hisses. Control seeping back into his voice, that commanding tone Swiss loves so much. Rain bats his hand away and replaces it with his own, cupping the multi’s chin with the other. Digging his thumb into the side of his jaw until he relents, opening wide and letting his tongue loll out. Ready and waiting to be fed.
“That’s better,” he lilts. “And you say I’m easy.” Rain doesn’t give him space to reply, immediately rubbing the dusky lilac head of his cock over the flat of his tongue, letting his taste buds push the foreskin back and forth a little before sinking back in.  
Swiss gags like he does every time his cock pushes past the back of his throat, muscles trying to force Rain out despite the eager way he takes him down. But he likes the tension, the resistance. Leans into it as he thrusts all the way down to the base with a satisfied sigh. 
Rain looks down his nose at him. Cocking his head when Swiss makes the smallest of noises. “Do you want me to really use you, pretty boy?” he asks, voice sharp and equally as saccharine. “Make you take it until you can’t anymore?”
The multi ghoul’s eyebrows dart up in the middle as a visible wave of arousal runs down his spine. A puff of air rushing out of his nose and color rising to his cheeks. He’s weak for this, and Rain knows it—abuses the fact, really, when it’s time to get his way. 
Swiss is a big ghoul, though; he can take it, masochist that he is. So he hums a sound that means yes, nodding as much as he can with Rain holding his face steady. 
He knows Swiss is hard in his pants without even looking. 
“Good,” he purrs, brushing a stray tear off of his cheek. A bit of softness before he starts thrusting in earnest, aiming to fuck his throat raw. Get his balls slapping against his chin and coated in Swiss’ desperate drool. Inch by wet inch, over and over until Swiss really gives in.
When Rain’s knot inevitably swells some time later, he tells him, reedy, wounded, and oh so desperate, to take it. Not fucking stopping. That’s it—squeeze it. Can’t stop. Lucifer, take it, you have to—all of it, Swiss, all of it.
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st-danger · 4 months
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hypothetically, if swiss were to fuck rain nasty against a window (looking out to the courtyard where everyone can see, of course) would he hoist him up by the thighs and press that sweet little ass of his against the glass, or take him from behind and let his dick slide all slippery along the pane..?
Legs around his waist, holding him up and fucking him against the glass, so he can nuzzle into Rain's neck and tell him about the Siblings who have spotted them and are watching and- Rain gives a little moan, helpless, hands tightening on Swiss's shoulders. Exhibitionist, he thinks. Swiss can't help but smile when he kisses Rain's neck again.
Is anyone watching? Is Swiss telling the truth, or is he simply feeding into a fantasy?
Doesn't matter. It's real to Rain regardless.
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autumnblooms · 4 months
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If its not too much, for the kiss prompts
#1 with Rulti?
💙💙
Of course Mac!! Enjoy some loving boys 🖤
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hypnoneghoul · 4 months
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Tidal Temptations
WC: 1,2K
Relationship: Rain/Swiss
Tags: Tail Masturbation, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Gill Fingering, Water Sex
For Swiss’ and Rain’s defense, their evening started out innocently as well. They decided to go swim in the lake, just because it was really nice outside and they didn’t have anything better to do. Swiss should’ve known there would be no innocent thoughts in his head once he laid his eyes on Rain’s fully unglamoured, aquatic form.
Notes: the king of gill fucking is back again heh
Read under the cut or on AO3.
The warm summer evenings the ghouls had a chance to spend back at the Abbey were usually peaceful. Some were napping inside, some outside and some were engaging in a bit less… restful activities.
For Swiss’ and Rain’s defense, their evening started out innocently as well. They decided to go swim in the lake, just because it was really nice outside and they didn’t have anything better to do.
Swiss should’ve known there would be no innocent thoughts in his head once he laid his eyes on Rain’s fully unglamoured, aquatic form. Even disguised as a human he was annoyingly attractive, and the multi ghoul couldn’t be blamed for getting horny… Could he?
After a few minutes of just swimming around with no real purpose, Swiss’ eyes started to linger on Rain just for a bit longer every time. He took on admiring each and every little feature that made Rain Rain and there was so much he got lost in it. 
As always. Every damn time, for years now.
The water ghoul knew, of course he did. He was not only well aware of his general beauty but also the effect he had on Swiss specifically. He had him all but wrapped around his little finger.
Swiss didn’t even try to be secretive, blatantly staring at Rain over and under the water, gluing his eyes to whatever the other would allow him to see. He wanted so badly to swim up to Rain and touch him, feel all those scales under his calloused fingertips, the soft fins in his mouth.
He knew he had to wait for an invitation.
An invitation he got, of sorts, but only when he was already hard and dripping into the water surrounding them.
“Hey, Swiss,” Rain called out from basically the other side of the lake, but before Swiss could reply, the water ghoul was already gone, the surface of the lake left rippled where he was just a second before.
The multi ghoul looked around—not even thinking of bringing his quintessence into the equation—scanning the water for any signs of where Rain might reemerge.
He didn’t.
Swiss let out a gasp as something soft and leathery wrapped around his leg out of nowhere, followed by a grip of clawed hands on his thighs. “Hi, Raincloud.”
Only then did Rain poke his head out of the water, grinning up at Swiss brightly, his cerulean eyes glowing. “I see someone got all hot and bothered over me… again.”
“I– well, can’t deny it now, can I?” Swiss chuckled, a slight tinge of nervousness in his laugh. Damn Rain for being the only person in existence able to make Swiss actually nervous.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Rain purred, nuzzling into the multi ghoul’s neck, licking up his pulse. “I’ll take care of you.”
“Rainy–” Swiss sighed, smoothing his hands up and down the flawless skin of Rain’s back as the water ghoul’s cold hands slid his swimming trunks down to his knees. His hard cock sprung out and hit his belly, water muffling the slapping sound it would surely make in different conditions. 
Rain put on a faux pout at that, tutting, “So, so hard.”
“Yeah, baby, please…”
“Begging already?” he teased and dragged a sharp claw up Swiss’ stomach, ending up on his chest, tweaking a perky nipple. The multi ghoul let out a quiet moan, a putty in Rain’s hands.
He wouldn’t make him wait for much longer, though, there’d be countless more occasions to tease and edge Swiss into deliriousness. Rain swiftly moved down, asking his water to aid Swiss in keeping afloat, and the next thing the multi ghoul knew was Rain’s lips closing around the tip of his dick.
He moaned, all whorish, suddenly assaulted with the feeling of Rain’s skilled mouth on him, the wet tightness sliding down and down his length until he could feel the water ghoul’s nose digging into the soft pudge of his lower belly.
Lord Below, how Swiss loved the fact that Rain had gills.
The multi ghoul screwed his eyes shut so hard it hurt, crying out a whine after a whine, voice carrying over the water, as Rain was working him closer and closer to his orgasm. “Rain, fuck–”
Swiss could feel Rain uncurling an arm from his legs, the claws disappearing on their way in between them. The water ghoul cupped his balls, squeezing a few times. He let go when Swiss’ whole body tensed, too close to bursting for Rain’s liking, and moved further into the back, petting a finger around his ass.
Rain didn’t need to do much to bring the multi ghoul to the brink in a few moments, swallowing his cock over and over again along with gulps of water, his tongue teasing the thick vein running along the underside of Swiss’ dick and his finger slipping into his hole, second one following shortly.
“Oh my god, Raincloud, f– fuck,” he babbled, pathetically flopping his arms by his sides, splashing the water. “Y- you feel so good, oh shit, Rain, baby…”
No response reached him but a hand grabbing his own and bringing it to Rain’s neck, setting it down over his gills. Even as fucked out as he was already, Swiss got the hint, getting his shaking under control. At least enough to not hurt the water ghoul’s fragile organs.
Looking down into the slightly murky water, Swiss was pretty sure Rain was lazily jerking himself off with his own tail, while he focused on making the multi ghoul completely lose his mind. Swiss gently parted purple fins covering the gills and dipped his fingers inside, having enough experience to know how to make Rain as good as possible. He slid the rough tips of his fingers along the slimy, ridged surface and softly curved upwards, pressing down onto the spongy membrane. Rain’s own moan vibrated through Swiss’ cock, making it kick in reply where it was nestled down the water ghoul’s throat.
“Lucifer, Rainc-cloud, I– I’m gonna–” Swiss whined, so high pitched he felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment. Rain didn’t seem to mind, neither the noise nor Swiss being this close. Quite the opposite, actually. The multi ghoul noticed him speed up the movement of his tail on himself just as he doubled down on getting Swiss to cum. Rain bobbed his head in time with little thrust of his fingers, hollowing his cheeks and tightening his throat.
“Oh, so good, baby, oh– I– fuck, I’m–” and with last squeeze Swiss was gone, cumming hot down Rain’ throat. The responding moan and shudder from the water ghoul told Swiss he just came too, and kept milking him for all his worth.
“Ohhh, my god,” the multi ghoul sighed, running a wet hand over his face. “Rain, baby, come up here. Please?”
He obliged, breaking the surface and smiling up at the other, so innocently—like he didn’t just make him cum his brains out—as he cupped Swiss’ face, damp with lakewater and sweat. 
“You make such pretty noises, sweetheart,” Rain chuckled, running his thumb over Swiss’ cheekbone as he held his face. “All for me.”
“You evil little thing,” Swiss grumbled, even leaning into the water ghoul’s soft touch with a purr. “All for you.”
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Rain sending Swiss a photo of his slutty outfits and saying “Hype me up hype man” and Swiss responding with the dirtiest shit
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kkaisarion · 1 year
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rain is everyone's girlfriend, and we love that for him
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purlty23 · 5 months
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the seepies
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endopyre · 1 year
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Some ghoul doodles (with bonus bed head Copia)
I need to make a separate page for the Ghoulletes next
(Also plz open to view 😘)
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iamthecomet · 6 months
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Breathless
[Kinktober - Day 11 - Breathplay] Rating: Explicit Pairing: Rain/Swiss Featuring: Mean!Rain. Bottom!Rain. Water ghoul magic. Choking. Anal Sex. Sex Magic. Riding. Semi-rough sex. Light dom/sub. Word Count: 1k.
Swiss swears he can feel Rain in his blood. Can feel his magic digging around in it. Keeping his dick hard despite how badly he wants to cum–needs to. Cock kicking hard each time Rain clenches down around him.
“Rain–”
“Don’t you dare ask to cum already,” Rain snaps.
“It’s been hours.” 
Read it on AO3 or under the cut.
“Pretty like this,” Rain coos. He gives a harsh roll of his hips and Swiss gasps, bucking up into him. Unable to stay still despite his best efforts. Despite Rain’s constant orders. Swiss’ fingers dig into Rain’s thighs. Holding on. Fingers dimpling in with bruising force. Feeling cool soft skin give under his fingers as Rain rides him within an inch of his life.  Rain rolls his hips. Sets a languid pace as he rides Swiss. Body warm and so so wet. Each slow drag squeezes Swiss’ cock from root to tip. He’s been hard for so long. His balls drew up tight ages ago. But Rain hasn’t gotten his fill yet. Hasn’t cum. 
And so that means Swiss hasn’t either. Can’t. 
Swiss swears he can feel Rain in his blood. Can feel his magic digging around in it. Keeping his dick hard despite how badly he wants to cum–needs to. Cock kicking hard each time Rain clenches down around him. 
“Rain–”
“Don’t you dare ask to cum already,” Rain snaps. 
“It’s been hours .” 
Hours is maybe an exaggeration. But it’s been at least one. A full hour of Rain, speared on him. Squeezing him. Fucking him. Leaking copious amounts of slick onto his thighs, his balls, the sheets beneath them.  An hour of watching Rain’s cock bounce. Of watching it pour pre-cum onto Swiss’ stomach to dry in his happy trail. An hour of watching Rain’s lithe swimmer’s body move above him, muscles flexing. Blush deepening as his pleasure builds. 
An hour of listening to Rain’s little gasps, his moans, the soft sighs as he takes Swiss cock to the hilt and wiggles his hips, grinding him against a spot that makes him tense up every time. 
Swiss is nearing insanity. It’s good. He knows if Rain ever lets him cum he’s going to black out. He knows there’s no winning with Rain. That Swiss could have held out for twenty-four hours and Rain still would have acted like it was too soon. But it still stings. The base need to please the pretty ghoul on his lap outweighs all logic when he’s like this. 
He can’t be expected to think–not when Rain is bouncing on his dick like this. 
“Forty-Five minutes,” Rain counters. “That’s all you can give me?”
Swiss isn’t sure Rain knows either but the spike of shame of not even being able to last an hour is hot. He feels his cheeks light with it. Forty-five minutes is an insane number, he knows it. But like this? He doesn’t care. Forty-five minutes feels like four.  Swiss tips his head back into the pillows. He lets his eyes slip closed. Rain lets him do it for a few moments. Allows him a reprieve where Swiss focuses on how soft Rain is inside. Velvety. Warm. So fucking tight and wet and perfect. Swiss listens to him moan, each breathless gasp makes his stomach ache. 
“Does it hurt?” Rain interrupts his reverie to taunt. 
Swiss digs his fingers into Rain’s thighs a little harder, but doesn’t answer.
Rain’s hand around Swiss’ throat takes him by surprise. Rain doesn’t squeeze. Just fits those long fingers around Swiss’ neck. He taps his fingers on his hammering pulse. Swiss opens his eyes. Peering up at Rain through blown-out pupils. 
“Tell me.” 
“Yeah, Rainy. It hurts .” 
“Where?” 
Swiss doesn’t know how to answer that. Everywhere. His balls. His stomach. His dick. But Swiss has always been a slut for a little bit of pain. And it’s good. Even as his body screams at him to cum. Thighs aching from matching Rain’s thrusts. Blood sparking from Rain’s magic. He wonders what will happen when Rain lets go. If he’ll cum immediately. Or if he’ll be able to hold out for a few more minutes. Long enough to make Rain cum too. 
Swiss realizes he’s been quiet for too long a half a second too late. Rains’ fingers squeeze down–just a little not enough to really choke him. But he does anyway. Magic digging into his pulse. Dragging blood away from his brain the same way his fingers would if he pushed down harder. 
Swiss arches against it. Gasps. Groaning low as his eyes roll back in his head. He gasps for air that doesn’t matter and Swiss catches the sight of Rain grinning down at him through his darkening vision. 
It all lets go at once. The choke. The magic keeping his orgasm at bay. It’s an onslaught of sensation. Heat spiraling in his gut. The oxygen high hitting his brain like a truck. Spots dance in front of his eyes. He makes a noise like a wounded animal. Gut punched, and Rain laughs at him as he rides in earnest. 
“Not yet. Don’t you dare.” 
“Rain. Fuck. I can’t. I’m gonna– please don’t make me . Not yet, Not– fuck. ” 
Swiss cums with a wail. Nails punching into Rain’s thighs as he does. The smell of copper filling his nose as Rain hisses, moans from the bite of pain. 
Swiss’ vision goes dark. He forgets how to breath as he empties himself into the hot clutch of Rain’s body. Rain doesn’t stop–never falters. Rides him through it and keeps going. Overstimulation hits like a freight train and Swiss hisses. Tries to figure out how to pull away–how to get a break. 
Rain’s fingers find his throat again. Digging in harder this time. No magic just the press of Rains’ callouses to Swiss’ rabbit pulse. 
“ Pathetic ,” Rain spits, “I told you to wait.” 
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.,” Swiss babbles. Body twitching with each grind of Rain’s hips. He’s still hard–he’s pretty sure that isn’t his body’s doing. He’s not surprised. Rain will take whatever he wants, and Swiss will give until there is nothing left. Rain’s cock is flushed dark, spitting pre. He must be close by now–has to be. “I’ll do better next time.” 
“No,” Rain hisses. Swiss feels the bite of Rain’s claws against his neck. The threat of it sends a swoop through his stomach. Makes his spent cock twitch valiantly inside of Rain’s body.  “You’ll do better now.” 
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funvinefury · 1 year
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Thought you guys would like to see this cute moment between Rain and Swiss.
Credits: Sodoismydad on Instagram
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p1nkcanoe · 8 days
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the polaroid collection: rain
this is part five of the polaroid collection, based off of 'picture this'. you can either find the masterlist here, read on ao3, or read below:
!! Some themes may be triggering, proceed with caution. Rain is completely submissive for swiss and is described as being “brainless” and with “blank eyes” while also being played with by the other. Everything in this chapter is completely consensual but the conversation is not explicitly mentioned in the chapter, only implied. Still, if any of these themes are not for you, please do not feel obligated to read. Your comfort comes first! <3
He looks so pretty like this — down on his knees. 
Submissive. 
Compliant. 
The wetness brimming his eyes only adds to the twisted feeling Swiss feels in his gut as he leans over the water ghoul who is so nicely settled back on his calves and stripped bare. Wet, covered in a layer of sweat and soaked in a puddle of his own slick. His strong right hand rests gently against the front of Rain’s neck, the calloused pads of his fingers pressing ever so gently into that artery there. He doesn’t squeeze. He isn’t cruel – not yet. He simply holds him there, still, where he sits while the blood beneath his skin pulses under his touch and Rain’s breath hitches rhythmically under his palm. Waiting patiently in anticipation. 
When his shoulders suddenly slump inwards and his abdominal muscles go tight, Swiss tsks. A soft click of the tongue – he cannot believe his own eyes. The water ghoul shudders and shivers like there’s an electric current dancing just under his skin, and then he’s cumming over the pretty skin of his thighs, cock twitching and jumping as it spurts weakly and adds to the mess of his other two orgasms that he’s previously squirted over the top of them. 
What a mess… Someone will have to clean this up. 
Rain’s jaw hangs lax and heavy against the thin webbing between Swiss’ thumb and index finger and he watches as a little more light drains from his eyes despite how they shine so beautifully with his tears. A rich shade of brown goes dark and dull. Flooded with nothingness. 
So dramatic, Swiss thinks… 
He wouldn’t have him any other way. 
“Good,” Swiss praises, nice and simple, and wipes away a tear with his thumb when it carves a thick line down his cheek. Just the feeling of his fingers on his face makes Rain fall further into his touch like a purring feline. Swiss traces the swell of his swollen lips and his dark lashes flutter, his eyes rolling back in his skull when the digit makes its way inside of his mouth to press down on the center of his tongue. His breath gets caught in his throat. 
Swiss hums, considering his current state. If he wasn’t carefully monitoring his quickening pulse with his hands he would’ve thought he was really choking him with the way his body reacts to simple gestures and prodding. 
Perhaps he’s dropped further than he thought. 
Rain is so flushed with raw desire and blush that his usual, dusty blue hue is nearly purple. Lavender in color. Gorgeous. His chest blooms with patches of heat rash and shades of pastel and plum and is spattered with the other’s release. He looks like art — like a canvas touched by Jackson Pollock – and Swiss is more than proud of his work. 
But Satanas, what a mess he is… 
The multi ghoul straightens up to his full height, bending at the waist only slightly to wrap a fist around the dainty gold chain connecting Rain’s nipples and pull, tugging him forward by the jewelry while he gasps and cries out until his throat is raw. 
Swiss pulls and tugs impatiently, forcing the ghoul to use his body and move until his perfectly sculpted nose becomes reacquainted with his tummy. The dense curls there tickle his sensitive skin. He nuzzles into them to revel in how they caress his cheeks and get caught slightly in the short prickle of his unshaved face. 
It’s a guilty pleasure of his – Swiss knows this – but usually he’s far too high or caught in the inescapable holds of sleep before he gives into it. Now, when he’s gone stupid, there is no better time to allow him to indulge. 
Swiss lays a hand to the back of his hand and encourages him further. Rain bows inwards at the shoulders and the notches of his spine press against the center of his back as he presses in closer, reaching that space where his tummy hair turns to coarse pubic hair and sniffing him there. Good and deep. 
He’s richest here. His heady scent settles thick in Rain’s head like morning fog over the lake and the water ghoul can’t hold back the sudden urge to sink his teeth into him. He needs to taste and get him on his tongue. It’s purely instinctual, driven by the devil that lives inside of him. He drags his swollen lips upwards along the skin of his abdomen and leaves a trail of saliva as he goes, and when he gets to the soft swell of fat just beneath the multi ghoul’s belly button, he sucks his dusky skin into his mouth and bites. 
Rain is lucky that Swiss doesn’t make the quick decision to punish him for it. 
Especially when his fangs threaten to break through and his jaw begins to tighten like a dog with a rubber toy. 
Swiss hisses, drops a hand to grip him firmly under his jaw, and digs his thumb into the hollow space between his upper and lower jaw in an attempt to encourage him to release. Rain makes a noise that’s somewhere between a growl and a moan and Swiss digs his digit in deeper. This time, it’s a warning.  
At least he’ll bruise beautifully – it’s a sacred claim that the multi ghoul usually leaves on the other spontaneously during nights of passion and heat. It’ll be an honor to carry the mark of the water ghoul on his tummy for everyone to see. He’ll show it off to everyone, show how he got Rain – who has never been big on biting or leaving lingering marks of any kind – to bite. 
When Rain finally releases him from between his teeth his skin is already an angry red and sore, and the outline of his entire maw bruised instantaneously into his skin causes his dick to throb and hit the other just under his chin, leaving a tender kiss of pre over his adam’s apple. Rain pets his fingers over the mark and the tips of his claws dip into the impressions of his fangs. He apologizes for his bite with a lazy kiss. 
His lips feel like they’re on fire; his tongue hot as coals. Swiss should punish him for it, but he won’t. This time he’ll give him a pass. 
Swiss peers down at him as he admires his work with hooded eyes, like he’s proud of himself. If there’s actually any thoughts in his head he’d be surprised. The dumb bastard. Rain had gone brainless while bouncing on his cock more than half an hour ago. Still, as he leans in to lick at the marks again, Swiss shakes his head and thinks of other ways that he could be far more useful with his mouth.. 
He tilt’s Rain’s head upwards and meets his eyes. They’re so dark, so shiny, and so empty. Flooded with nothing. Hollow in the head. He tuts, releasing his jaw and letting his head slump forward to pet away the messy curls that had fallen in his face. Also effectively managing to comb some of his own cum from earlier in between the ebony strands. 
Swiss’ fingers are like a magic touch. Rain manages to lift his head on his own so that he can present his tongue to the ghoul who then runs his hand down the side of his face to pull his bottom lip down with the rough pad of his thumb. Once again his jaw drops with it and this time Swiss reaches for his dick, lining it up with his mouth so he can slip it in over his tongue. Rain moans sweetly, nice and low and drawn out.
He takes it so well, so eager, just like he has been for however long they’ve been here.
The plug in Rain’s ass buzzes when he settles back on his heels and sinks into the floor, Swiss’s length sliding across his tongue and coating it entirely in pre. He moans so beautifully at the taste and begins to close his lips around it to suck like the good boy he is, but Swiss is quick to stick his finger into the corner of his mouth and press down on his molars, effectively and silently probing him to open back up. 
He’s just testing his mouth for now. Testing his patience and ability to follow simple tasks while his melted brain floods with his scent and taste (and definitely not taking it slow because he might still be a little sensitive from his last orgasm and Rain like this makes him harder than steel). 
Admittedly, Swiss is being greedy. He’s being selfish, and Rain is more than willing to be the one he uses to stick his dick into to abuse. He’s been used to his limits and beyond, plugged, and toyed with, and all for Swiss’ own amusement and pleasure. The orgasms painted over his pretty thighs had been unexpected bonuses – ones that led to both pleasure and pain at times with sensitivity and overstimulation – but welcome nonetheless. At this point he can barely remember his own name. The only thing that bounces around in his head is everything that has to do with Swiss and the sound of the word ‘please’, though he has yet to let it slip from his lips a single time. That’s not his fault, though. His mouth has been rather full. 
Swiss feels so heavy against his tongue. He can feel all of him – the flared ridge of his head, the vein throbbing on the side… Swiss crowds further into his space and Rain hums when his balls tease his chin. Somehow his scent manages to get stronger. His pubic hair tickles his nose. Swiss gives him another centimeter before he ruts. 
The sudden intrusion into his throat is more than surprising and Rain gags. He isn’t physically affected by it further than the hideous noise that erupts from his throat and the violent spasm in his belly, and he certainly isn’t mentally affected by it by any means. But Swiss cups his face sweetly anyways and pulls out enough so that the tip kisses his teeth, offering him a second to recover and settle his stomach – though he doesn’t seem to need it – before sliding back in over his tongue and playing with the back of his throat. This time, there’s no question whether or not he’ll slide deeper, it’s just a matter of when. 
Rain’s nostrils flare wildly as Swiss toys with him, his eyes going dull again starting from the center right before Swiss guides his head just right and pushes his dick deep into that tight, hot throat. His gills are closed tight. Both the sets on his neck and on his sides. He isn’t sure why he’s not using them apart from the assumption that perhaps he’s enjoying the struggle. Or maybe he’s beyond being able to realize he has the unique ability to breathe with a cock in his throat. 
Pathetic fucker. 
It’s hard to feel bad for him. 
The air gets warmer the more that Swiss thrusts into his mouth and it’s not long before the sweat begins to accumulate on the back of his thighs, threatening to gather and drip down like the tears that gather along Rain’s waterline. His pretty lashes are pulled together in thick, wet clumps by the wetness that clings from them, and Swiss watches rapt as one finally wells up enough to escape from the corner of his right eye and crawl downwards towards his chin. 
It’s a crime how beautiful he is, even when he’s barely there. 
Rain swallows around him and his throat spasms and clicks around his cock. Swiss pushes in that much deeper until he tickles the tip of Rain’s nose with the dense curls at the base of his cock. The pressure from his strong hips pushes Rain backwards slightly and the plug buzzes aggressively against the floor. 
If the sound of the toy hadn’t rung into his ears then Swiss would’ve forgotten about the toy in his ass that he worked in there himself. The water ghoul has become so stupid – so numb to the feeling – that he barely reacts when Swiss places a hand on his shoulder to force him further into the boards beneath him, forcing the plug in deeper and more insistent against that spot inside of him. 
He knows he can feel it. He should. 
Rain doesn’t so much as twitch. 
His other hand makes it’s way around Rain’s curling right horn, using it as a handle to drag the ghoul’s head over the length of his cock as he fucks his throat. He pulls him off slowly just to listen for the moment that he desperately sucks in a breath just to plunge back in with a force that he should feel bad for. But Rain takes it, and the toy continues to buzz, and the chain pinched tight to either side of his chest swings and glints under the light with every glorious slide across his lazy tongue. 
“Touch yourself,” Swiss demands of him, voice rough and gravely and thick with desire, and he watches as the ghoul beneath him moves languidly to wrap a loose fist around his dick, which is suspended in a strange state between being hard and soft, yet still leaking obscenely over his skin and down between his trembling thighs. His muscles flex and go slack like they’re made of rubber instead of flesh and protein – uncoordinated and spastic – moving in an uneven rhythm of quick jerks and loose tugs that cannot be pleasurable. The cock in his mouth has muddled his brain and ruined his ability to do one of the easiest tasks that ghouls are capable of:  
Fuck, breed, obey your master, and get off. 
Swiss reminds him that he can do better than what his pathetic body is presenting as an excuse for masturbation. His words are spat with poison; sharp and cruel. 
“Secondo in his coffin could do a better job at getting his crumbling dick to spurt than whatever you’re doing right now. Give me something more or I’ll just have to go find something else to stick my dick into to make it shoot.” 
It’s an empty threat, he knows it, but it makes the water ghoul whine and tug harder, another tear slipping from the other eye and dancing its way down into the space where his lips wrap around Swiss. It disappears. 
Rain tugs at his purple head with a limp wrist, a sob bubbling up from his chest when Swiss demands him to cum again. 
He’s too weak to disobey. He pulls at himself once, twice, a third time, and then somehow he manages to do it. 
Though the volume he offers him is entirely unacceptable. 
Swiss shakes his head and pulls roughly on his horn, forcing his sticky face as far onto his cock as he can get him, and forcing him to take all of his dick until he really and truly chokes. Rain’s throat rejects him over and over, the tears running hot over his cheeks, and Swiss tries to count how many orgasms have been spilled over his skin in his head before deciding when to pull out. When he finally does, his face gets shoved immediately back into Swiss’ tummy. 
Rain reacts like the man is his savior, wrapping his arms around one of his thighs and jerking his hips forward to press Swiss’ shin right up against his twitching, spent excuse for a dick. It’s only then with his slimmer body pressed so close that Swiss realizes that Rain is shaking as he clutches him. He digs his sharp claws into the strong meat of his thighs, palms slick and sticky with the sweat that's accumulated there, and Swiss rubs the back of his head gently as he mouths wordlessly at his tummy. 
“Calm yourself,” he says and the water ghoul mumbles incoherently. Sounds, not words. “The worst is yet to come. I need you with me. I’m gonna fuck your face and you’re gonna take it like the good boy that you are. You’re gonna take all of it and you’re not gonna complain because there’s nothing left behind those eyes, is there?” Rain tilts his hips upwards – a poor attempt to hump his leg – and Swiss grabs a fistful of his cum-stained locks and forces the back of his head downwards so he’ll look up at him. “And when I’m done I’m gonna paint this pretty face, get it all filthy, and I’m gonna take a picture. Later I’ll let you look at it so you can see how much of a stupid whore you are. All dumb on my dick and covered in your own cum. Covered in mine…” 
A broken moan tears from Rain’s throat and he goes limp at the proposition, held up only by the bruising grip to his hair. 
Swiss flicks his eyes over his face, taking in the deep blush and the irritation on his cheeks from his own hands, and the emptiness in his eyes, reduced to rich, chocolatey orbs. His mouth, slick with a mixture of spit and pre, beckons him in. 
“You seem ready enough.” 
Swiss bends slightly at the knees to account for how much the ghoul has slackened and slides the head of his dick over his lips just to add to the mess. Then he tells the other to sit up, grabbing him securely by the sides of his face and tilting his head up slightly to get the perfect angle and to watch the moment that his pretty face takes him. 
Just as he said he would, he fucks his face. He thrusts into his mouth in hard and quick movements, harsh snaps of his hips that will bruise his throat and make him choke long after he’s pulled out. His balls slap against his chin and Rain makes the most obscene noises. So wet, so loud, so nasty, and each one settles deep in Swiss’ belly, stoking the fire and building up the flames that make up his impending, final orgasm. 
He has to make this one good. This is the money shot, and he’s spit more cum on the poor ghoul tonight alone to never make him think about cumming again. To be honest, he wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest if he cums dry. 
Rain’s hands grab and grip and grope at Swiss’ thighs as he reaches for the camera and turns the machine on with a quiet push of a button. He kneads at the skin and digs into the soft skin at his inner thighs with his claws. It’s like he’s trying to get inside. He’s desperate, greedy for more despite how Swiss is taking everything he wants from him and more. 
Swiss angles the viewfinder downwards and looks through the small hole. Rain’s image is reflected back at him through the slightly distorted lens. He whines again, as if asking for him to take it. 
Such an impatient little thing. 
Swiss punches his hips forward and hovers his finger over the button. 
“Satanas, look at you. Is my cock shoved down your throat not enough? So fucked stupid that you managed to convince yourself that you need more?”  
Rain hums around him, rutting against his calf like a drunk ghoul in rut. It’s the best Swiss will get for an answer, so he grants him his desires and shoves his dick so far down his throat that even Dew would be proud of him for taking it so deep. Rain’s eyes roll back in his head, finally pleased, and Swiss feels his balls tighten up all at once at the sight and feeling of it all. 
He pulls out of that warm, wet hole so quick that Rain doesn’t have the chance to chase him before he’s tugging at himself with quick pulls and cumming over Rain’s face in thick ropes. The camera in his hand gets clutched tight to his chest, image shaky and unfocused as his other arm adeptly works himself over the edge. 
The first rope lands in his eyebrow and glues together his lashes, following the crooked line of his nose down to his upper lip and painting the ghoul’s teeth in brilliant, pearlescent white. His spend drips from one of his shiny fangs like forbidden icing. The second follows its tail and lands right over his tongue and chin, down over his neck and kissing the edges of his gills. Whatever else he manages to give him paints him so nicely, so filthy, but Swiss can barely stay upright on his feet, too consumed in the pleasure of an orgasm he lost count of and the terrible, terrible sob that Rain cries out as his spent cock cums completely dry – not a single drop for evidence except for the terrible sobs and spasms that wrack through his exhausted frame. 
At least there’s enough semen covering his thighs, face, and chest to make up for it. 
“Look up at me, Rainy,” Swiss pants, still attempting to catch his breath and calm the incessant pounding of his heart in his ribs. He brings the camera back up to his face, smearing the plastic frame with the little amount of his own spend stuck to his fingers. “Show the camera what you earned.” 
Rain tends to not be the best listener. He’s usually a brat in the bedroom who loves to be spoiled and always has to be the center of attention. Following rules and being compliant isn’t really his thing. Tonight, though, is different. The sound of Swiss’ voice in his ears sounds like a song and the filthy mess that covers him from head to toe makes him feel like he’s a work of art, something to display on the wall, so when Swiss points the lens down in his direction and tells him to open up, he does. He listens. 
The water ghoul straightens up and shows off his chest, all messy, covered in cum and sweat and flush, his swollen nipples connected with a chain that doesn't belong to him, and spreads his knees, exposing the sticky puddle of slick beneath his hips. His face needs no further explanation – the mental image of pure debauchery will haunt the multi ghoul in his deepest dreams until the day he’s sent back to the pit. 
He flutters his lashes – the ones not covered in semen – and opens his mouth, letting his tongue extend far past his lips to drip a foul combination of cum and spit onto the floorboards below. 
Fully submissive. Thoroughly fucked out. He’s gorgeous. 
“Fucking shit, Rainy,” Swiss breathes through gritted teeth, his body reacting violently to the sight of him. “Such a good boy-” He carefully tucks a curl behind Rain’s ear. The water ghoul purrs, rumbling deep in his chest at the gesture. “-That is what good boys receive. You deserve all of it and more.” 
He feels it, the power of his honeyed words – his chest blooming with warmth. 
He’s a good boy. Swiss’ good boy. It’s all he’s ever wanted. 
The smallest smile creeps across Rain’s lips, his cheeks dimpling. 
Swiss captures it all with a flash.
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mac-and-thefox · 5 months
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MAC!!!!! 21 and/or 28 with Swiss and whoever else u want!
GAIGE!!! I finally had the spoons to write smut again, so here you go my dear!!
I'm sorry this took so long 😭😭
Some Rulti mirror thigh-fucking, just for you!
Soft as Silk
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Rain stands in front of the mirror, watching the way the fabric of the silk slip shifts against his stomach as he twists his body from side to side. Rain loves silk. He loves the way it feels like water against his skin, cool and soft. He has been wanting to wear one of these for awhile, it feels intimate, a little forbidden. 
The slip is a creamy white, almost pearlescent in the way it shimmers and catches the light as Rain runs his hands along his torso and over his hips. His fingers catch on the pale blue-gray lace trim along the bottom of the slip, sliding underneath to trace along his thighs. Rain bites his lower lip, releasing a soft moan as he watches his hand inch underneath the fabric to cup at the soft bulge barely hiding underneath.
Rain slowly runs a finger up and down the underside of his cock, teasing himself with soft, feather-light touches. He wraps his hand around the growing length and slowly strokes up and down, rubbing his thumb over the head, spreading the small pearls of precum around. His eyes travel upwards, following his other hand as it snakes its way up his body, stopping to skate along the lace covering his chest, fingering the delicate flowers that perfectly match the color of the flush spreading across his cheeks and collarbones. Rain watches his hand travel up towards his neck. His fingers wrap around his throat and he moans as he squeezes his own throat lightly, still fingering himself under the slip with his other hand. His cock grows hard under his soft ministrations, kicking in his hand. He moans again, voice pitching up as he slides a finger tip along his gills,  squeezing his own throat again. 
“Hey Rainbow, I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk with me—Oh…”
Rain spins towards the door to see Swiss standing in his doorway, a coat clutched in hand. Rain moves to cover himself with his arms, wrapping them around his chest and torso as he gapes at Swiss with a wide-eyed stare. 
“I didn’t…it’s not…this isn’t what it looks like!” Rain stammers, tail curling around his calf tightly.
Swiss stands there, mouth slightly open as he takes in the sight before him. Rain fidgets with the hem of the slip, the other arm still wrapped around himself as Swiss slowly approaches him, dropping his coat on the ground and pulling his shirt over his head. Swiss stands behind Rain, settling his hands on his shoulders as he looks the Water ghoul up and down in the mirror.
“What…is this?” Swiss asks, words falling slowly, haltingly, out of his mouth.
“It–it��s nothing, just something Cirrus gave me,” Rain whispers, shuddering at the feeling of Swiss running his nose up and down Rain’s neck and behind his ear, scenting him, never taking his eyes off of Rain in the mirror.
“My dear Rainy, this does not look like ‘nothing’,” Swiss growls. 
Rain watches in the mirror as Swiss’s hands leave his shoulders, running across his chest and sliding down his waist, across his stomach. There’s a hungry look in the Multi ghoul’s half-lidded eyes, and Rain emits a small whimper as Swiss’s large hands move to grasp at his waist, hooking his chin over Rain’s shoulder. 
“You look so pretty like this,” Swiss murmurs, feeling the soft silk of the slip beneath his hands, “Wanna feel you against my skin.”
Rain whines low in his throat. Swiss moves in closer behind him and Rain can feel Swiss’s chest press against his back, his rapidly swelling cock pushing into the cleft of his ass. Rain shrinks into himself slightly turning away from his reflection, a lilac blush spreading across his cheeks and collarbones. 
“Hey, don’t hide baby. Let me see your beautiful face, there we go,” Swiss brings a hand up to cup Rain’s jaw, making the Water ghoul look at himself in the mirror as Swiss licks a hot stripe up the side of Rain’s neck.
“Look at what you do to me, looking so…enticing like this.”
Swiss kisses up and down Rain’s neck, hands back to roaming Rain’s body, feeling the soft silk under his callused hands. Rain moans, feeling a tightness in his stomach as Swiss slowly rolls his hips into him, grinding his cock into Rain’s ass. He leans back into Swiss’s chest, allowing his head to fall to the side to allow the Multi ghoul more access to his neck and shoulders. 
Swiss obliges, groaning soft praise into Rain’s skin as he trails a path of wet, open-mouthed kisses from Rain’s neck along his shoulder. His hands move up Rain’s stomach to his chest, finding his nipples through the lace and teasing them into warm, perky buds, pebbling through the silk. 
“Hmm…what’s this?” Swiss murmurs into Rain’s shoulder, grinding more insistently against his ass.
“Huh–wha?” Rain pants, meeting Swiss’s eye in the mirror. 
He follows Swiss’s piercing gaze slowly down his body, between his legs, to the dark spot spreading on the silk of the slip. The pearlescent white fabric hides nothing as it grows translucent with moisture, revealing the indigo head of his leaking cock. He watches Swiss’s hand trail down his body, fingers toying with the lace at the hem. Rain gasps and grabs handfuls of Swiss’s pants to ground himself as he watches Swiss’s fingers disappear under the slip and close around his cock.
Swiss rubs his thumb over the head of Rain’s cock, collecting the precum and smearing it around. He wraps his fingers around the Water ghoul’s slick length, pumping his hand slowly up and down under the slip. Rain lets out a moan, fully falling back against Swiss’s chest, knees weakening at the feeling of the Multi ghoul’s massive paw around his cock.
“For someone who was so embarrassed at me finding you this way, you sure seem to be enjoying the attention” Swiss growls into Rain’s ear, holding his trembling body up against him with a strong arm across the smaller ghoul’s chest. 
“I…just…please, Swiss,” Rain pants, sagging against the larger ghoul. His eyes slip slowly shut and Rain lets out a gasping cry as Swiss’s hand speeds up around his cock. The wet, filthy sounds of skin on slicked-up skin fill his ears.
“Hey now...I told you to keep your eyes open, Rainy,”
Rain’s eyes fly open with a choked gasp as a callused hand wraps itself around his throat and squeezes lightly.
“Why would you want to look away? You look so beautiful, falling apart for me like this.” Swiss whispers, his breaths coming hot on Rain’s neck as he continues grinding himself into Rain’s ass, keeping tempo with the hand on the Water ghoul’s cock.
Rain glances down his nose at the reflection in the mirror, vision hazy. The ghoul looking back at him pants heavily under his partner’s touch, eyes heavy and dark, pupils blown wide with lust. His hair is mussed, dark curls falling across his face, shiny with the sheen of sweat. He watches the ghoul in the mirror bring his hands up to his heaving chest, cupping his tits in his hands and kneading them, pushing them together and bunching the scraps of silk and lace with them. Rain watches the ghoul in the mirror throw his head back against Swiss’s shoulder and arch his spine as he grinds back against Swiss’s hot, rock hard cock, pushing his tits more forcefully into his hands, crying out as the hands in the mirror twist and pull at his nipples. 
“Ahh…Swiss…”
Swiss groans in approval, moving his hand from Rain’s throat to release himself from his pants, shoving them down to his knees. His erection springs free, slapping against his stomach before Swiss grips it and positions it between Rain’s thighs, below the cleft of his asscheeks. Swiss brings his hand to Rain’s hip, grabbing it in a bruising grip and moving Rain’s body back against him. He lets out a gasping moan at the feel of Rain’s slick between his legs, covering his cock and allowing him to slowly start fucking Rain’s ass crack and thighs. Swiss grabs Rain’s hand, bringing it away from his tits and down to his leaking cock.
“Touch yourself for me, baby. Wanna watch you make yourself feel good,” Swiss moans as he pumps himself in and out of the tight space between Rain’s legs.  
Rain wraps his hand around himself, gasping at the difference between Swiss’s warm hand and his cold one. His hips buck up into his grip, and he squeezes the base, whimpering at the pressure. He wraps his tail around Swiss’s waist in an effort to pull the Multi ghoul closer.
Swiss hooks his chin over Rain’s shoulder, gripping his waist with both hands as he moves Rain’s body back and forth on his cock, letting out a hoarse cry at the increase in pressure as Rain squeezes his thighs together. Rain looks at Swiss’s face in the mirror, his stomach clenching at the sight of the Multi ghoul looking fucked out already and drunk on the feeling of Rain’s slick coating the insides of his muscular, lithe swimmer’s thighs, milking Swiss’s cock. Swiss’s eyes fall shut at the obscene sounds coming from where his cock disappears and reappears in the cleft of Rain’s ass, the squelching sound of wetness and skin slapping against skin. He opens his eyes, gazing hungrily under heavy lids at Rain in their reflection.
“Fuck, you look so hot right now.” Swiss groans, increasing the speed of his thrusts. 
“Swiss…please…feels s’good” Rain pants, speeding up his hand on himself to match Swiss’s rhythm. 
“Being so good for me, gonna cum between your thighs, make it all nice and creamy.” Swiss’s hips  begin stuttering as he nears his climax.
He reaches around Rain’s body, knocking his hand away and grabbing his cock. Rain’s hands fly back to his tits, kneading and twisting his nipples, whimpering and keening as the Multi ghoul sets a punishing pace in his thrusts and on the hand flying up and down his cock.
“Need to cum…please, Swiss,”
“Cum for me, Raindrop, I’m right there with you. Cum with me,” Swiss pants.
Rain’s body goes rigid as he cums over Swiss’s hand, reaching behind him to wind his hands around Swiss’s neck as his knees begin to buckle with the intensity of his orgasm. Swiss cries out behind him, whining as he cums between Rain’s thighs, coating the inside of Rain’s silk slip with ropes of white, soaking through the fabric. The two ghouls slide slowly to the floor, Rain resting against Swiss’s chest, breath coming in quick gasps. 
Swiss wraps his arms around the spent Water ghoul, pulling him closer against him. He nuzzles Rain’s cheek, purring softly. 
“Please wear this again.”  
“It’s ruined,” Rain looks down at his slip, the silk stained with cum and sweat.
Swiss coughs out a laugh, pressing a kiss to the Water ghoul’s damp curls, “Then I will buy you as many as your heart desires.”
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st-danger · 8 months
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Saint how about some hot nasty making out? Just absolutely starving for one another, unable to stop touching, so, so into it. Stoned ghouls, perhaps?
Idk but I want them to drown in each other.
Please <3
The golden hour is particularly nice in Swiss's room, a west-facing window letting the day's sun's dying breaths stream though. It illuminates the haze of the joint, already smoked but lingering. On his bed, Swiss pulls Rain into his lap and twists his finger in one of Rain's curls, toying.
"Hey," Swiss says, meeting Rain's stoned, ever so slightly stupid smile. Red eyes crinkling in the corner; he imagines they match in that regard. He places a hand on Rain's hip, and slowly sneaks his fingers underneath his shirt, drawing a ticklish line over the top of Rain's pants.
"Hi," Rain says back, and then ducks down to rub his nose against Swiss's, and then to brush his lips the barest, most unsatisfying amount. Smoke on his breath. Lips moving against his when he speaks, "wanna give me your tongue?"
It starts slow, because if Swiss is being honest, he's never been able to match Rain when it comes to imbibing in weed. He's gone, he knows. His limbs feel heavy and his body is buzzing. Tingling from it, moving underwater. There was no need to have smoked so much, not really, except Rain loves getting so high he drifts, and Swiss loves when Rain is useless and touchy and pliable.
A gentle press of their lips together at first. Massaging. Swiss holds Rain's face in both of his hands, brushes his thumbs against his cheeks, and Rain settles heavier into his lap, letting the tension leave his thighs where they bracket Swiss, and letting his full weight rest against his lap. Swiss feels him plucking at his shirt, and then feels the tip of his tongue dart out to lick his plush lower lip. Sighing pleasurably, he threads a hand through Rain's curls, over his scalp, pulling his head down closer.
It's so easy to open for him, to keep the kiss light and teasing and let Rain feel languid strokes of their tongues not even in one another's mouths. Licking at each other without coming together entirely. If they could watch, Swiss would see the thread of spit glinting in the sunlight, connecting them when Rain pulls back to grin, hands sliding over Swiss's chest, rubbing his pecs with clumsy hands.
"You taste like weed," he murmurs. "Degenerate."
"Promise you won't tell anyone," Swiss grins, and then he's pulling Rain back to him, pulling his face near and this time there's nothing teasing about it.
Swiss can't hold back the groan when they meet, because Rain's enthusiasm has his hips canting forward as he licks greedily into his mouth, all preamble gone. Kaput. It catches him off guard, how deeply Rain is kissing so soon. Not that he could ever complain, but-
"Rain, baby-" he says in the space between kisses, "really need it, huh? That it?"
Rain nips at Swiss’s bottom lip, sharper than he probably means to but too high to properly judge. It's a shock of pain that triggers something inside him, hands roving, one getting a good fistful of curls, the other sliding to his pale throat, not choking- not yet, though he's sure some of that will come later, restricting just before he forces Rain to cum- but holding. A reminder of his strength. A reminder how easy it is for Swiss to control. He loses track of how long it goes on. Drifting. Drowning. Farther and farther away.
Rain moans, fists his hands in Swiss's shirt, pulling. Stretching it out, he's sure- at least it's a cheap undershirt. He can live with that, if it's all wonky later.
They're very high now; it shows in the uncoordination, the amount of spit. Messy. Sloppy, even. Rain kisses him like he needs to burrow under his very skin, and it has taken no time at all for him to go wriggly, squirming on Swiss's lap, worrying the cotton of his shirt progressively rougher, only to release it so he can rub over his chest again, smoothing his fingertips around until he feels his nipples and gives them a tweak between his thumb and forefinger. Swiss doesn't intend to, but the jolt it sends through him has his hands tightening on Rain. A harder grip in his hair, curling firmly around his slender neck.
"Uh huh," Rain moans, plucking at Swiss to get them hard enough to poke through the white fabric. "Harder- choke me a little."
As usual, Rain gets whatever he wants, because Swiss is powerless to deny him anything.
He grabs his hair in a tight fist and slides his hand to curl around his throat, wrenching his head forward so he can drag the point of his nose against the sharp line of his jaw, to his ear, squeezing his hand at the same time he licks the lobe, sucks it, fangs scraping when he pulls back. Rain squeaks, and mindlessly pinches Swiss, harder than he would like were he sober. He hisses, and licks Rain's face, a wet slide up his cheek.
"That do it for you? Yeah?" Swiss says into his ear, the sensation of his hot breath drawing a full body shudder from Rain, who cannot for the life of him stay still.
"Harder," Rain says.
Again, Swiss indulges him.
He chokes him in earnest now, and the sound it pulls from Rain is- it's a lot. It's a noise that Swiss will never tire of hearing, and one that he thinks of when Rain isn't close by and he only has his hand, and he needs a little push to send himself over the edge.
Swiss thinks it a bit unfair that the joint makes him more sensitive, but his dick slower to respond. For as good as it all feels, it takes longer for his body to get with the program. Rain doesn't have this problem. He's stuck firmly on the opposite side of the spectrum. He's grinding against Swiss, and the knowledge of how stiff and pink it is under the sweatpants, tenting them, pressing it into Swiss’s belly- frankly, it's intolerable. Rain can't help it. Swiss is aware of how his nerves sing when he's stoned.
He eases off, gives Rain a moment to suck down some oxygen, and forces their mouths together once again, shoving his tongue roughly into Rain's mouth at the same time he chokes Rain for real, tight and cruel, desperate to steal the air from him. He needs. Needs- everything. Needs to suck on Rain's tongue, kiss him and choke him and make it so the only thing Rain can process, can know, is him.
He holds until Rain taps at his chest, and then releases, letting both his hair and neck go. Rain pulls away, chest heaving this time, face as red as his eyes, which are heavy lidded, barely focused. His lips are kiss-bruised, fuller from the bites Swiss bestowed upon them.
He can't help himself; with his hands unoccupied, he gropes Rain's hard on, and echoes Rain's moan, feeling it throb in his palm. Rain curls into himself, hands still flexing against his broad chest.
"Sweetheart," Swiss says, "this it? Want it?" He punctuates by working him more insistently, dimly surprised by how hot it feels through the material.
"Your mouth," Rain whimpers.
"Want me to kiss you there, too?"
Rain nods. Dazed. Stupid. Pliable.
"Gimme your tongue," he says for the second time.
Inside, Swiss and Rain adjust so Rain can lay back and lose himself, cum too quickly into Swiss’s mouth, who will hold it in and feed it back to him, drool it into Rain's waiting mouth. Outside, it grows dark.
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