Swisstom sloppy fuck?
Cw: daddy kink, lingerie, phantom is intersex here so cock and cunt are used (thank @amara-among-the-stars ) , desperation, it's porn guys what do you expect
Wc: 1,354 because I have a problem
"Cariño" is Spanish for darling or dear, it can also be shortened to cari
"You okay in there?"
He can hear the quint ghoul shuffling around in the bathroom, the smell of anxiety and desire mingling into something divine. He waits for a response as he leans back against his hands, his legs hanging off the edge of the bed. He stares at the ceiling, wondering what's waiting for him behind that door. Phantom had found him in the library, had pushed himself up against the multi ghoul while he tried to convince him his chores could wait, that he had a surprise. That was nearly 20 minutes ago.
"Y-yeah, just....Swiss?
"Yeah?"
The shake in his voice is endearing, how shy he is, how eager he is for approval.
"Can you just keep your eyes closed? Please?"
Swiss smiles to himself, shutting his eyes as he shakes his head.
"Okay, they're closed. Now are you gonna keep hiding in there?"
He waits, listening for movement, anything really.
Phantom takes a deep breath as he steadies himself, doing a once over in the mirror before turning to the door. Dew had said this was a part of the fun, the anxiety. But right now all he can think of is if it's too late to back out, to send swiss away and forget it ever happened. It's irrational, really, he spent so much time with Dew, trying to find the perfect set, the perfect color, the perfect measurements. Besides, if he backs out now he'll never hear the end of it.
So he opens the door, taking cautious steps towards the bed.
"Can I look now?"
Phantom hates that his smile holds so much power over him, that the crooked little grin sets his blood ablaze and adrenaline chasing the sweat down his back. He sure Swiss can hear his heart beat, he can feel it in his throat as it is.
"No. Not yet."
He climbs into the Multi"s lap, pulling his hands so they rest against the fabric on his waist. He takes his time pressing his lips against Swiss' jaw, placing a kiss against the corner of his mouth, over his cheekbones. He feels the calloused fingers toying with the straps, slipping under them as he rubs his thumbs against his skin.
"Mmmmm can I look now?"
They're fully whispering now, as if anything above barley audible will ruin the magic.
"No."
He moves to mouth along the lean column of the multus neck, sucking marks into his skin to show he was here. Swiss tilts his head, baring his neck for easier access as he lets his hands wander, letting his mind wander. What color? Pink maybe, perhaps a shade of purple to match the heat in his cheeks. He knows dew would think of the details like that. Phantom tangles his fingers in the older ghouls' ornate locks, rolling one of the many clasps between his fingers as he gives a tentative roll of his hips, testing the waters and earning a stilted groan in return.
"Do you like it?"
His warm breath ghosts over his collarbone, sending a shiver up his spine as he matches each hip roll with one of his own.
"Like it? I can't even see it."
Phantom giggles, leaning into the mystery as he guides Swiss' hand up his sternum, over the cup of the bralette.
"It's yellow."
He rumbles against the shell of his ear, nipping lightly when he chuckles.
He traces over an embroidered flower, leaning down to pepper kisses of his own against the younger ghouls shoulder.
"Not the color I'd have guessed."
"Would you have preferred pink?"
To be quite honest, Swiss can't bring himself to care with the way his pants are filling, not with the way his mouth floods in anticipation. Especially not with the wet spot he can feel seeping through his jeans.
"Hmmm, I'm not sure, you'll have to let me see."
He thinks about it, chewing his lip as he studies the multi's face.
"Okay."
He groans when he finally gets to see the sunflower yellow sitting in stark contrast against the quints lilac skin, how it makes his blush stand out in ways he never knew were possible. He looks him up and down, growling at the thin mesh fabric that barely covers his leaking cock.
"Fuck you're so hot."
He leans in, catching Phantom in a kiss much rougher than before, the desperation practically dripping from his teeth as he licks into his mouth, his hips stuttering with need. He picks him up and tosses him on the bed, crawling over him as he struggles to get his pants off.
Phantom gasps when he lands on his back, Swiss looming over him as he slots himself between his legs.
“Off….take it off.”
He wines against His lips as he tries to push his shirt up, desperate for the feel of Swiss’ warm skin against his own, desperate for more even though they've barely begun.
“Hold on, I'm getting there.”
He laughs when Phantom whines in response, still tugging at the cotton as he pulls him into another kiss. Swiss pulls back, ripping his shirt off and throwing it behind him, his jeans not far behind as he eyes Phantom's cunt. His slick is seeping through the mash already, dripping down onto the bed and it makes Swiss hungry. He watches as the quint spreads his legs a bit further, arching his back to give a better view.
He shimmies himself down the bed, mouthing along the smaller ghouls chest, his stomach, over his hips before he darts his tongue out to kitten lick at Phantom's cock, groaning at the taste.
“Fuck please,”
He thumbs over his entrance, still suckling at him through the skimpy thong.
“Please what?”
Phantom throws his head back against the mattress and all but wails out a “Please daddy,”
It takes Swiss by surprise, expecting anything but that and he has to reach down to squeeze the base of his cock to not blow right then and there.
“Say it again.”
He growls more than he says it, demanding more than asking. He knows it's a dangerous game to play, but he's never heard the quint say something like that and he knows this will live in his mind for years to come.
“Please, daddy please fuck me….need it, I need you.”
Swiss pushes the pretty yellow panties aside and buries his face in Phantom's cunt, wrapping his fingers around his weeping cock as he drinks him in like it's his last meal. His wails echo around the room, dancing through Swiss’ ears like opera music and he thinks he could live here. Could stop time and stay here for the rest of his life, he doesn't need anything else. He would happily drown himself in his mates slick if allowed.
He grinds his own hips against the bed, chasing any kind of relief he can get. He moans when he feels the silky muscles contract around his tongue, trying to suck him in even further, trying to keep him there. When he looks at Phantom through his lashes, wishing he could have the image as a mural in his room. His hair is plastered against his forehead with sweat, drool starting to slip from the corner of his mouth as his eyes roll back, showing only slivers of his obsidian irises.
“Gonna cum for me? Yeah that's it, show me, let me see you fall apart.”
He twists his wrist once, twice, a third time before Phantom keens, no doubt seeing stars against a hazy background.
He whines when Swiss let's go, reaching his clammy hands out to pull him back.
“No, more fuck I need more.”
Swiss leans over him, smiling at the tears starting to form.
I wonder how much more there'll be.
“Who said I was done with you yet, Cariño?”
He pushes the damp hair from his eyes, ducking down to lap up the salt water.
He pushes in with one quick movement, and the noise that falls from the quints lips will haunt him for the rest of his days.
“We're just getting started.”
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