#swiss/rain

[noahl-art]

oohhh!! what about rulti for C3 <33

Pepper your siren with kisses ❤️✨️

[forlorn-crows]

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.

[tacox]

Old drwaing

[divine-misfortune]

Swiss going up behind Rain, shoving his hands under his shirt and groping his cute tits and pinching his nipples.

Little warning for some gillplay at the end btw

Perky was the first word that came to mind when Rain found his way into the kitchen. The first place his brain went upon laying eyes on him.

Still endearingly disheveled from rolling out of bed, wild curls and all. Swiss tipped his head as he caught a glimpse of the sunflower pattern on the boxers sitting far too low on his hips even with the elastic band folded over itself twice. It seemed it was Mountain's bed he'd stumbled out of. Judging from the plum colored splotches on his collar to the vivid imprint of teeth, Swiss could only assume he'd had a very long and exhausting night with the big guy. Summer brought about a lot of those, earth ghoul heats were really no joke during the hotter months. 

But what truly caught his attention was the tight, and not to mention thin tank top stretched over the little swell of Rain's chest. It had made Swiss set down his morning crossword, abandoning it the second something more interesting crossed his path. Those sweet little buds peeking against the fabric seemed to demand his attention, and Swiss wished he could call himself a better man but he was helpless to absolutely oggle over his tits. If anyone asked he'd blame it on Rain's natural draw, his undeniable siren nature, and definitely not his own weakness to every inch of the water ghoul. 

He tapped the tip of his pencil against paper and sat back in his chair, licking over the back of his teeth as he watched a bleary eyed Rain move around the kitchen without ever moving the hair from his face. For a ghoul who couldn’t help but trip over himself at every opportunity, he somehow managed to move with an odd amount of grace in the most unremarkable of situations. Swiss was almost impressed. 

Chair scraping against the tile Swiss got to his feet, using the excuse of returning an empty mug to the sink to simply exist in Rain's proximity. 

He watched from the doorway as Rain leaned against the countertop, seemingly staring through the toaster as he leaned on his elbows with his tail waving lazily behind him. Swiss bit his lip as he ran his eyes over the back of him, the curve of his spine down to the swell of his ass - somehow still impressively plush despite the oversized boxers. He didn't make it as far as the sink, mug abandoned on an empty section of the counter in order to submit to the magnetic pull he felt towards him. It satiated a part of him to slip his arms around his waist.

Rain chirped curiously, startled slightly from his sleepy trance, but settled into him the second he registered the multi ghoul. Swiss kissed the bare skin of his shoulder with a tuneless hum, nose brushing against a particularly dark bruise. 

He wondered just how long Mountain had spent with his mouth mapping out the well defined planes of Rain's body. He wondered if he'd gotten to taste every inch of him - Mountain was always overzealous with his teeth when he was in a rut, that much was obvious from the few dozen bite marks Swiss could see, he knew there were more hidden beneath the fabric. He wondered if Mountain had bitten for pain or pleasure, or even ownership. 

Swiss took his hips in hand, thumbs wriggling underneath the hem of his shirt to rub against cool skin. He could almost imagine the way Mountain's big hands would have practically enveloped his waist, bet Mountain could've felt his own cock every time he bottomed out. Something knotted in his stomach, nearly groaning out loud at the thought alone. 

He wondered...

The sound that choked itself from the water ghoul was uneven and breathy when he unceremoniously shoved both hands up under his tank top. Gills flaring in surprise as Swiss chuckled, hooking his chin over his shoulder to watch the ribbed fabric stretch over the shape of his fingers kneading into his tits. They were small, mosquito bites in comparison to someone like Cumulus. Not enough fat to even fill his palms but he took them like a proper handful anyways. 

"Pretty thing," he chuffed and thumbed over his pert little nipples. Rain tried not to whimper but a light pinch was enough to draw it out, the noise was more than reward for his bad behavior. "Prettiest fucking water lily." 

"Fuck" Rain squirmed, hands floating awkwardly like he might just grab Swiss to stop him but made no real move to. "Fuck, fuck not so hard - !" 

"They sensitive baby?" His voice lilted and Rain shook his head quickly, dark curls brushing over Swiss' cheek. He tugged lightly at the silver bars threaded through his nipples and felt Rain's knees wobble as he moaned high and feminine. Swiss was grinning. "Oh they are...Mountain was a bit too rough on you huh? Big boy always gets a little heavy handed when he's like this, but we all know you're not as fragile as you pretend to be." 

"Swiss-" he breathed, head hitting his shoulder as it fell back. 

"That's okay sweetheart, just tell me to be gentle." Swiss kissed the hinge of his jaw, still idly fiddling with his piercings. Sighing too close to his gills to have Rain thinking clearly. 

"Please..." his swallow was audible, gulping down his pride. "Please be gentle with me."

“There we go, good boy” he cooed and rucked his tanktop up over his chest. Exposing him to the cool air and anyone who might just happen to waltz into the kitchen, exposing Mountain's handiwork. 

The little pink buds were awfully puffy, the outline of the earth ghoul's maw encircling either one. Swiss traced the divots in his skin and tsked, opting to slowly roll both nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he kissed a line up the side of his neck. 

“Look at them, look how cute they are.” 

Rain's breath hitched, a faint and whispered string of pleas tumbling past his lips when the multi ghoul grazed his gills. 

“See ‘em?” 

“Mhm…” 

“So little in my hands.” 

“Not little…” 

“Oh they're nice and little, perfect.” A little kiss to the delicate membrane on his neck, tongue darting out to tease them open. He was surprised Rain didn't go boneless right there. “Your tits are perfect darling, just like the rest of you.” 

“Fuck - put your tongue in it.” Rain reached back to rest his hand on the back of Swiss’ neck. Less than subtle encouragement. 

Swiss laughed and drew him perfectly flush to his front, molded himself against his back as he latched onto the sensitive slits. He kissed them just as deeply, just as sloppily as he would if he were kissing Rain properly. Warm saliva and a warmer tongue pushed into his gills, likely a white hot sensation if Rain's moan was anything to go off of. 

Another, less harsh tug at his nipples and Rain was really keening, ass pushing back against where Swiss was starting to chub up.  He pulled off of his gills, panting and admiring the sheen of spit left on his neck. 

“Seven hells…You look wrecked already.” 

“Feels good,” Rain’s words were starting to slur. Whether that be from exhaustion or that sweet fuzzy feeling starting to settle into place. 

“Course it does, I always make you feel good.” He nosed into his scent gland, groaning as the smell of moss and salt water flooded over him. He never wanted to leave the comfortable place he found in Rain, his body felt like home. “Satanas below, you're the closest thing to divine to ever waltz its way out of the pits.” 

Rain whined, nearly groaned in embarrassment, flush creeping to the tips of his ears. He always got so shy when Swiss rolled out this particularly cavity inducing brand of praise. 

“Can’t help it…Just love my pretty boy and his pretty tits.”

[st-danger]

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.

[nastylittleghouls]

Rain: *walks in in Sunshine's leggins* Swiss: I.... Swiss: Is this for men? Rain: The pants? No. Me? Yes.

[ghoul-slime]

57 and 81 (if you're down for public/semi public!) with Rain and Swiss?

Swiss/Rain with public/semi-public outdoor sex and a little bit of voyeurism fantasy. Still taking prompts!

It’s late, but the weather is still stifling. A hot and miserably humid night playing yet another summer festival. The band had played their set earlier in the evening, and now they were stuck waiting until the trucks were packed and it was time to move on. The rest of the ghouls were crammed into a stuffy backstage tent, impatiently waiting to pack up for the night when Rain gently tugs at Swiss’ arm, insistent that he come with him for a walk, desperate for the possibility of some fresh air.

They’ve been walking for what feels like five minutes before Rain is pulling Swiss into the dark, empty space between two unmanned merch tents situated at the far end of the festival grounds.

Rain is on him in an instant, pawing at his chest and pulling him in to kiss him on the lips. Swiss hums into the kiss and snakes his arms around Rain’s slim waist, bringing him in close and opening his mouth for Rain’s insistent tongue, licking in deep and urgent. 

Swiss goes hard in his pants at the the desperate way Rain is kissing him, the way Rain drags his blunt nails up and down Swiss’ chest, runs his hands up his back and into his hair, the way rain reaches up and tugs Swiss down by the neck to deepen his wet, open-mouthed kisses.

Rain pulls away with a nip to Swiss’ spit-slick lips before dropping unceremoniously to his knees right there in the dirt. He runs his hands up Swiss’ thighs before moving impatiently to his belt, unbuckling it and tugging Swiss pants down, letting them pool around his ankles.

Swiss gasps as Rain nuzzles into his crotch, breathing deep, inhaling the scent of him as he noses his way up Swiss’ hard cock. He mouths his way across the fabric, leaving damp little patches of spit up Swiss’ length before he’s reaching for the elastic of his waistband and tugging his briefs down to join the puddle of his jeans in the dirt.

Swiss laughs breathlessly, threading his fingers into Rain’s sweat-damp curls and tugging ever so gently. “We’re in public you know,” Swiss chuckles, sounding entirely unconcerned. 

Rain whines and licks a wet stripe up the length of Swiss’ dick, wrapping one hand around the base as he gets his lips around the head of him. Swiss can see Rain’s other hand disappear between his own legs, palming himself as he sinks down on Swiss’ cock and hollows his cheeks. 

Swiss closes his eyes and leans his head back as Rain sucks him off. From where they’re hidden away Swiss can hear the jumbled cacophony of the festival, wailing guitars from the main stage and rumbling bass from one of the side stages, the competing sound of the roar of the crowds. All of it fades away as Rain deepthroats him there on his knees in the dirt in the middle of it all.

“If we get caught I’m blaming you,” Swiss laughs again, tugging at Rain’s hair, forcing him down deeper, canting his hips forward and feeling the head of his cock bump the back of Rain’s throat. 

“Mmmm,” Rain hums around him, popping the button of his own jeans and playing with himself through his underwear. 

Oh, he likes that idea, Swiss thinks to himself as he fucks into Rain’s mouth, feeling the way Rain’s jaw stretches around his girth, points his clever tongue and licks into his slit, jacks off the length of his shaft he can’t fit into his pretty mouth.

And then Rain is pulling off of him with a pop, wiping away the drool and pre dribbling down his chin before he lets his own pants drop, tugs his tight little briefs down and turns around, bracing his hands on an empty table and presenting his round little ass to Swiss right there where anyone could walk by and see them. Hear them. Smell them.

“Think you should fuck me,” Rain says, locking eyes with Swiss over his shoulder, arching his back and spreading his knees to give Swiss a view he knows he can never say no to.

“Think so?” Swiss teases, spreading Rain’s cheeks, licking his thumb, and dragging it wet and slick over Rain’s twitching, waiting hole. 

“Yeah,” Rain nods, wavy curls bouncing. “Fuck me right here in the open. Want somebody to hear it. Hear the filthy things you do to me.”

Swiss grins and crowds his way up against Rain’s backside. Even here in the dark he can see the sweat glistening across the small of Rain’s back, the way his damp hair clings to the warm blush at the nape of his neck.

Swiss rests his cock between the cleft of Rain’s pert little ass cheeks and spits. He spreads it around with the palm of his hand, slicking himself up before he’s pushing in, feeling the gut-punched little breaths Rain makes as Swiss sinks in.

“That’s right,” Swiss assures him, “Gonna fuck you. Gonna fuck that sweet little ass right here in the open for everyone to see.”

Rain keens, high pitched and entirely too loud as Swiss snaps his hips, fucking him at a frantic pace, bouncing his hips off of Rain’s tight little ass.

“You want that, baby? Everyone to see you right here taking my cock in the dirt like a good little whore?”

Rain nods, frantically, clenching around Swiss as he pistons in and out of his heated body. He reaches around to fist Rain’s cock, bobbing wet and heavy between his legs, leaking what Swiss doesn’t doubt is a sizable puddle of pre into the dirt between his feet.

“Gonna cum inside you, baby,” Swiss strains out, fucking into Rain faster as his orgasm creeps up on him at the thought of somebody, anybody, walking up on him with his cock buried balls deep inside Rain’s hot body. “You like that? Having me fill you up right here in the open? Gonna walk back with my cum running down your legs for everyone to see?”

Rain cries out as his own orgasm hits him, clenching around Swiss’ cock as Swiss milks every drop out of him, adding to the mess in the dirt at his feet.

Swiss bites down on the juncture between Rain’s shoulder and neck when he cums, tasting the sweat and salt of his skin, stifling his own moans as he finishes deep inside Rain’s body. His breath heaving and heavy as he feels his twitching cock completely spent and slipping out of Rain’s ass with a slick, wet pop. He hears drips of cum and slick leak out from between Rain’s wobbly legs and land in the mess beneath them.

Rain spins himself around, takes Swiss’ fingers, glistening with his own spend, and brings them to his lips, holding Swiss’ gaze as he cleans them with his tongue.

Swiss leans in to kiss what’s left from Rain’s lips when they hear footsteps behind them. Instead Swiss crowds in, covers Rain’s mouth with his hand and presses him back as far as he can into the dark space between the tents. Shielding him. Rain’s eyes go wide as the footsteps draw closer, walking towards them with purpose. 

We’re fucked, Swiss thinks.

“Jesus fucking Christ, there you two are,” comes an irritated voice. It’s Dew.

“We’re ready to go,” Dew motions over his shoulder with his thumb, not even bothering to acknowledge the fact that both Swiss and Rain are standing there with their pants down.

“Could smell you two horny fuckers half way across the grounds,” Dew grins, crossing his arms in front of him. “Papa’s gonna be pissed, you know.” 

Swiss and Rain exchange glances, and then they’re reaching out, pulling him in, tugging Dew’s jacket off, popping the buttons of his jeans and pressing him between them with an indignant squawk.

If they’re going down they might as well take Dew with them.

(Eventually Mountain has to come get them and they all get in trouble.)

[riconas]

rico i have been dreaming of soft and slow sex, touching for the sake of touching, focusing on all the sensitive spots (base of horns and tail, nipples, tip of the tail, gills or feathers, ears) until they just cant take it anymore. perhaps some rulti ? ♡♡♡♡

anything for you, crow 🧡

tags: gill play, horn play, nipple play, etc, touchy needy ghouls

“That’s nice,” Rain whispers. “Oh, that’s so nice.”

Swiss slides his fingers a little deeper, no more than a fraction of an inch, but it sends a shiver down Rain’s spine. His gills are so sensitive, so tender. He wants Swiss to wreck them.

“Does that hurt?”

“No,” Rain says, far too quickly. “More, please—”

He’s cut off by Swiss licking the base of his horn, tongue warm and wet and firm, and thrusting into him at the same time. Rain’s back bows off the bed.

“You liked that,” Swiss says. Not a question, but a statement.

“It’s so good,” Rain slurs. It feels exquisite. “Do that again, oh—”

The other horn, twice, and another lick from base to tip. This time, Swiss rewards him with a gentler roll of his hips, cock so thick and heavy as he presses into the sweetest places. The same spark of heat burns its way through Rain’s nerve endings, just as fast and twice as intense; he grinds his hips instinctively against the closest object, which happens to be Swiss.

Swiss laughs breathily. “Desperate.”

“Don’t laugh at me,” Rain whines.

“I’m not laughing at you, sweetheart.”

Swiss licks his horn again, takes the tip into his mouth, and sucks hard. Rain keens.

“So sensitive,” Swiss says in awe. He draws his fingers out of Rain’s gills and strokes along their length, tracing each ridge. Rain sucks in a breath.

“Don’t stop,” he begs. “Again. Deeper this time, please.”

Risky, now, asking Swiss for so much. He could really hurt Rain if he’s not careful. Could suffocate him, tear the delicate skin of his gills. Choke him from the inside out.

There’s an idea.

“Choke me,” Rain says, writhing under Swiss’s loving gaze. Every time he shifts, he feels Swiss’s cock where it's buried deep inside him, so big. “And—and do that again, at the same time.”

“Do what again?” Swiss asks patiently.

Rain squeezes his eyes shut. He’s beyond feeling embarrassed, now—beyond shyness, beyond brushing over what he really wants.

“My gills,” he says, too far gone to be eloquent. “And my horns. While you choke me.”

Swiss would do anything for him. Rain knows it, lying there limp as a rag doll. Would go as far as to wrap a hand around Rain’s throat, slide his thumb and middle finger into the gill flaps on either side of his neck, and squeeze hard enough to crush the blood vessels that bring oxygen to his brain.

“Oh, I love you,” Rain gasps, arching up into Swiss’s touch. He physically cannot be any closer. He wants to crawl into Swiss’s skin.

Swiss rubs his gills a little, sliding his fingers along the damp insides, almost like he’s fingerfucking them. It feels—different. Not explicitly pleasurable as a handjob, but so sensitive, so dangerous.

He is so trusting.

When his head starts to spin, that lovely black haze creeping into the edges of his vision, he taps Swiss’s wrist until Swiss retracts his fingers. The lack of stimulation is deafening, but Swiss makes up for it by grinding oh-so-deep into him, bumping right up against his prostate. A fair trade, in Rain’s opinion.

“Was that okay?�� Swiss asks, smoothing over Rain’s hair, between his horns.

“I love you,” is all Rain can think to say. More than okay, he means. He wiggles his hips, arches his back to press their chests together. “Will you—touch me?”

Swiss tweaks his nipple, rubs the other. Rolls the bud between his fingers, over and over, pinching and twisting relentlessly. Abuses them, until the pink nubs are stiff and tender, and Rain is a trembling wreck.

“I love these,” he whispers, breath hot in Rain’s ear. “Love your nipples, you have no idea how much I love your nipples.” He drags a fang along the shell of Rain’s ear, and when he reaches the earlobe, nips it between his teeth and tugs playfully. “Squirm for me.”

Then he dips his head and latches on and puts that clever tongue to use, and Rain loses it.

“Fuck me,” he gasps. “Oh, Lucifer, please, Swiss—”

“Please what?”

“—don’t tease,” Rain pleads. “Don’t tease. I’m trying to be good, I swear.”

Swiss rolls his hips, languid and unhurried. “What if I wanna take my time?” He slides his hands to the sides of Rain’s ribs, to the other set of gills there. “Can I touch these?”

“Uh-huh,” Rain says intelligently.

“Rain.”

“Yes! Yes, please do—oh—”

They’re different, the gills on his ribs. Tougher, and deeper. Swiss gets down to the second knuckle before Rain is whining again, chest heaving as his body protests against the intrusion. Swiss can feel every breath against his fingertips, in the swell of Rain’s chest, the shiver as he exhales. Touching the most precious parts of him, and more.

“You’re so lovely,” Swiss tells him. “So lovely, you have no idea.”

“Will you fuck me now?” Rain asks, siren-sweet.

Swiss closes his eyes. It must be so very tempting.

“Little longer,” he breathes. “Does this feel good?” He curls his fingers, hooking them into the ridges of Rain’s gills, and rubs his knuckles along the raised edges.

Rain gasps, grinding his cock into Swiss’s belly. He’s slick, hard. “Yes.”

“This?” Swiss brushes his thumbs over Rain’s nipples again, and leans down to bite his neck, to suck a hickey into the tender skin. He punctuates it with a generous roll of his hips, and Rain shudders, a full body thing, panting like he’s been sprinting through the woods.

“Swiss,” he groans, anguished.

“Does this?” And Swiss wraps his fingers around Rain’s leaking cock, jacks him a couple of times, presses his thumb into the slit.

It’s a miracle Rain doesn't cum right then and there.

“Fuck,” Rain pants, bucking into his hand. “Please. Oh, Satanas—don’t tease, please don’t tease.”

Swiss sits back on his heels, lifting Rain’s hips for a better angle, and grinds into him like that, brow furrowed in concentration. It isn’t the hard fuck Rain was hoping for, but it feels so good he can’t possibly complain. So good, in fact, that he has to wind his tail around his thigh to stop it from thumping the mattress involuntarily, has to grab the tip and squeeze to keep himself present.

“Touch me again,” he begs. “Please touch me again—”

And Swiss slides a wam palm up his stomach, pinches his puffy nipples, fondles his gills until they sting. Rubs Rain’s tail, wound around a trembling thigh; snatches the end and jerks it off like a cock until the spade tip aches with friction. Touches Rain everywhere all at once, fucks him the way he deserves, and Rain finally understands why Swiss made him wait so long.

He doesn’t want this to end.

[iamthecomet]

Take it or leave it, Swiss sucking on transmasc rains tits after a show?

😌

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Rain doesn't always let him touch like this. Prefering to take the reins. To boss Swiss around, get him on his knees in the guise of putting him in his place. That's ok--Swiss likes it down there. Likes the view when he's under Rain in any capacity. Loves the way Rain's thighs hug his hips, his face. Loves to watch the muscles in Rain's stomach jolt, clench. Loves how his little tits bounce. The way they shake with the rest of him when Swiss gets him close with his tongue or his thumb pressed tight over his swollen clit. Swiss, truly, will take Rain any way he can get him.

But this? It's a rarity. That Rain let him do this at all feels like a miracle, a gift that Swiss isn't about to squander or think too hard about. Swiss has Rain's shirt open, vest discarded on the dressing room floor. Rain's usually steady fingers are fumbling with the laces on his mask, struggling to pull it off even as Swiss is bullying him backward. Shoving him against the greenroom wall. Rain gives up on the mask, he grips Swiss' collar instead, Pulling him in. Swiss just barely manages to reach up and tug Rain's balaclava down before Rain forces their mouths together. Swiss licks into Rain's mouth, pushing the taste of waxy lipstick into his tongue and Rain lets him. Opening wide, gasping into Swiss' mouth when their tongues press together. Slow, and sloppy and slick. Swiss presses his knee between Rain's thighs, feels the smaller ghoul grind down. Burning hot between his legs already. It's only a matter of time before his slick seeps through, soaks his pants and Swiss' thigh all at once. Swiss pulls back, Rain chases his lips. His face smeared with black paint and lipstick down to his chin. Swiss wipes at it with a thumb but really only manages to smear it around. Rain whines, head tipping back, mask loose but not off. Swiss thinks about helping him. About pulling it off and dragging his fingers through his soft dark curls. About seeing the way Rain's eyes are more black than cerulean. But there are more pressing matters at hand. Mostly, Rain's little tits, pressed tight up against Swiss' shirt. Swiss drags a big hand up Rain's stomach, over his ribs where his gils are glamored away to cup one. Swiss should be able to keep his composure, but Rain is so soft here. Supple, decadent flesh pillowed against his hand. He can't bite back a groan--doesn't even bother to try. Rain answers with a sharp roll of his hips, a whimper. Riding higher on Swiss' thigh so every little grind drags Rain's thigh over the rapidly growing bulge behind Swiss' zipper. There's barely a handful, easily hidden beneath Rain's uniform. The skin on the underside is so soft Swiss can barely think of anything else. He looks down, drags his finger over a dusky nipple and watches the way it pebbles. Rain leans further back into the wall, canting his hips towards Swiss, chasing pleasure on his thigh. Watching Swiss through heavily lidded eyes as Swiss bends to run the flat of his tongue over the other nipple. Rain tastes like sweat. Salt and damp cotton. Swiss sucks the bud into his mouth, scrapes his teeth over it as it hardens on his tongue. The noise Rain makes fills Swiss' brain with static. He rolls Rain's other nipple between his thumb and middle finger. He holds Rain close with his other hand, braced in the delicate arch of Rain's back. "Swiss--ah--I'm--shit--" "You close already, princess?" Swiss asks. Pulling off of Rain's tit with a wet pop. He waits for Rain's little nod, the frantic jolt of his head, before he switches. Pulling the other one into his mouth. Pressing his palm over the spit slicked one, squeezing. Dragging blunt nails and teeth over the sensitive skin while Rain chases his orgasm on Swiss' thigh. He can feel the wetness now. Warm, and sticky, soaking through his uniform pants, conspicuous even on the black fabric. Through the soaked fabric he can feel the hard ridge of Rain's clit dragging over his thigh.

"So fucking pretty." Swiss mumbles, looking up at Rain, watching the way his mouth drops open. Lips spit slick and bitten red. His dark blush is spilling down what little of Rain's skin Swiss can see. "C'mon, Rainy. Give it to me." Swiss' cock aches. But he'll get his later. Will get Rain on his knees to suck him off. Maybe Rain will sit on his face after, let him taste the fruits of his labor. Right now, he can't focus on that. He can't think beyond the fuzz in his brain, and the way Rain trembles against him. Breath punching out of him with each grind over Swiss' thigh. The rhythm faltering, thighs tensing. Swiss pinches Rain's nipple between his teeth, rolls it over sharp fangs and Rain is gone. Head bouncing off of the wall with force that makes Swiss glad he's still wearing his mask. A high pitched whine breaking through his clenching teeth that probably everyone backstage can hear. The thought makes Swiss throb. Swiss is loathe to pull off. To button Rain's shirt up, to cover him up. There's no hiding his wet thigh--he doesn't want to. Knows he reeks of Rain and he likes that just fine too. Rain sags against him as Swiss rights his clothing, does all his buttons up for him as Rain's fingers remain limp at his sides, narrow chest still heaving. "Not done with you yet," Swiss promises. Rain bumps his mask against Swiss', fake horns knocking into each other. "Good."

[miasmaghoul]

Take Your Licks

Rating: E

Pairing: Swiss/Rain

Word Count: ~3.4k

Contains: stoned ghouls, Rain's hardcore oral fixation, lots of tongue kissin', oral, first time rimming, Rain being a pillow princess and Swiss being just fine with that

Summary: Swiss has something new in mind, and Rain isn't sure how to feel about it. He figures it out quick.

A little somethin' for our beloved @endopyre, whose ghoul designs give me heart eyes. Happy birth(yester)day Endo, I hope you like it!

On a chilly fall night, there's nowhere Rain would rather be than right here.

Kicked back on the couch with a belly full of Mountain's spiced cider, his head resting on Swiss's lap while wind rattles the ancient windows and the tv drones on. Everyone else has gone to bed, it's long past midnight, but Rain doesn't feel inclined to retire quite yet. Not while Swiss is massaging his scalp with one hand and feeding him the end of a joint with the other.

They'll get there eventually, though - he can feel Swiss's bulge slowly growing against the back of his neck. Rain chuckles as best he can with the press of Swiss's fingers against his lips, and the other ghoul shoots him a comfortably stoned grin.

"Feelin' good, starfish?" Rain hums through his exhale, offering his own dopey smile as Swiss chases his smoke, biting the air.

"Not as good as you, apparently," Rain teases, the slightest bit slurred. The seated ghoul raises an eyebrow and Rain turns his head, nuzzling his cheek against Swiss's zipper with a pointed look. Swiss snorts, gives a rude roll of his hips, and Rain purrs.

"Listen to you," Swiss coos, ruffling Rain's hair and dropping the burnt end of the joint into his empty water glass. "So noisy over my cock and I haven't even given it to you yet." Rain replies with a nip to the fabric of his fly and Swiss gives him a wink. "When did you become such a slut, huh?"

Rain chitters low in his throat, a pleased sound. His own semi twitches against the seam of his sweatpants, but the dark fabric hides the movement.

"'s that a complaint?" He drags his tongue over the place Swiss's shaft sits, saliva darkening the denim, and Swiss tilts his head.

"Nah," he says, dragging callused fingers along the pointed shell of Rain's ear. "Just surprised it happened so quick."

Honestly, so is Rain. It's only been about six weeks since his summoning, but he's certainly made the rounds.

Aether had been his first, an accidental thing borne of extreme need; a reaction to a full moon that had risen a mere six nights after his arrival on Earth. It had worked him into a frenzy, body and mind stuck at fever pitch, and Aether had been the first one at his door. An encounter filled with overwhelm, fear and a lack of control Rain truly couldn't wrap his head around.

He'd barely had a chance to explore this new body on his own, let alone with someone else while in the throes of the moon's influence. Aether had been as kind and gentle as he could, but Rain couldn't help his panicked reactions. He'd spent hours in Aether's arms once the gnawing need in his guts had dissipated, sobbing into his chest and shaking like a leaf while the other ghoul soothed him.

Something about it, though, had been intoxicating. Once the mental stress had settled, a new ache had flooded his body. Something deep and insistent, focused between his thighs, and the next morning he'd woken Aether up demanding they do it all over again.

He's given everyone a test drive since then, so to speak. They all have their plusses and minuses, their pros and cons.

Save for Swiss.

There's something to be said for every part of Swiss.

The shine of his golden eyes. The strong, angular cut of his jaw and the scratchy salt-and-pepper of his short beard. The breadth of his back and shoulders. The muscular but soft plane of his chest and stomach, all dusted in a delightful layer of very grabbable hair. The sheer size of his hands, of his fingers, and the expert way they move. The curve of his ass, the thickness of his thighs. The way his fat cock hangs between them, the way it flushes so dark when it gets hard.

All of Swiss is immaculate, really. But as far as Rain is concerned, nothing beats his mouth.

(Seriously, it's ranked number one in his little black notebook. The one that lives in his nightstand, right alongside the lube and a handful of vanilla flavored condoms. They're Dew's favorite.)

Rain stares at it while he laves at rough denim, at the plushness of Swiss's lower lip and the way his mouth curls up at the corner. It's open just enough that Rain catches glimpses of fang every few breaths. (Those are nice too, wonderful when dragged over his pulse point and sunk into the meat of his thighs.) Swiss's tongue pokes between them every now and again while Rain laps at his rapidly thickening length, and every time Rain spies that flash of pink his rhythm falters.

Swiss, ever observant, doesn't miss it.

Rain's eyes track every bit of the way Swiss drags his tongue along his bottom lip, entranced by the shine it leaves behind. It's like he's moving in slow motion, dragging it out, but maybe that's just the weed. Impossible to say. Either way, Rain's own tongue has gone useless in his mouth, lolling out the side of his mouth. He's drooling onto Swiss's crotch, but neither of them seem to care.

"You're staring," Swiss murmurs, gently flicking Rain's ear. "'s my tongue really that interesting?"

He knows the answer, but a reminder never hurts.

"Uh huh," he gurgles, pulling back his own tongue and unsubtly palming himself through his sweats. Swiss doesn't miss that either, and Rain shivers a bit at the way his lids go visibly heavier. "Since I know what it can do."

Swiss grins with all his teeth, his eyes flash with mischief, and Rain's stomach does an anticipatory flip.

"Speaking of," Swiss rumbles, relaxing back into the couch, "there's a certain tongue-related activity I've had in mind for you for a while now." A large hand comes to rest on his stomach and Rain groans when it slips beneath his t-shirt, warm against his skin. "You up for somethin' new, tadpole?"

Rain's head feels delightfully hollow. He isn't sure he's heard half of Swiss's words, the pressure behind his eyes stealing his focus, but the drag of rough fingertips along his waistband helps to ground him. His eyes follow Swiss's tongue once again, currently swiping over his fangs.

"Mmm," he hums with a nod, "sure, but can we do something I want first?"

"What would that be?"

"Gimme that fuckin' tongue," Rain demands, reaching up to grab the other ghoul by the back of the neck. Swiss's smile widens, and he doesn't fight when Rain drags him into a lazy, filthy kiss.

He refuses to let Swiss's tongue leave his mouth - licking at it, sucking it, giving it sharp little nips that tinge the kiss with copper. Distantly, Rain feels himself being moved, lifted, but he really can't be bothered to open his eyes and see what's happening. He's far too busy trying to eat Swiss alive.

"Easy," Swiss pants, voice thick, "let a guy breathe, we don't all have gills."

Rain chirps, burying his face in Swiss's throat instead. The spell of his tongue seems to be breakable by lack of sight and contact, and Rain comes back to himself enough to realize he's being carried. His arms slung over broad shoulders, long legs around narrow hips, Swiss strides down the hall towards his room. Rain feels his cheeks heat. He must have been really out of it to let someone carry him this far without realizing it.

"Let me down," he mumbles, lips rasping against Swiss's stubble. "I can walk, you don't -"

Swiss shushes him, kisses his horn.

"Nah," he sounds so pleased, "you're indulgin' me, I can let you play princess tonight."

Swiss's hands squeeze his ass and Rain's cock throbs, trapped between their stomachs. He gives his hips a wriggle, chasing stimulation, and Swiss gives one of his cheeks a slap instead.

"Stay still," he says, firm. A tone Rain rarely hears, but goes straight to his balls every time. He repeats his little grind anyway, and his reward is Swiss grunting and getting a solid grip on his slender waist. "Rain," he rumbles, and Rain's head swims, "patience. I don't want to trip and fall on top of you."

"m sorry," Rain mumbles, not sorry at all, "can't help it. You feel so nice." He rocks again and Swiss sighs.

"Look at me, Rain."

It's an order, and Rain thinks they won't get very far tonight if Swiss keeps sounding so authoritative. It's doing funny things to places he's still learning about, and he can feel where his dick has started to get his pants wet. Still, though, he meets Swiss's piercing gaze. The sparkle there betrays his calm demeanor. He opens his mouth and Rain immediately zeroes in again.

"Stay."

So much fang.

"Still."

So much tongue.

Rain's jaw drops and Swiss catches him in a wet, nasty kiss that serves to switch Rain's brain right off. All that matters is Swiss invading his mouth, the warmth of it sensual in the best way. He tastes like weed, like cider, like whisky and black pepper, and Rain has the sudden desire to taste nothing else ever again. Nothing but Swiss.

He doesn't come back to himself so easily this time, not even when Swiss pulls away for air. The other ghouls makes sure their tongues stay in contact always, and something in Rain's chest burns with it. But soon enough their lips meet again and Rain loses it all again, content to float in a space not quite anywhere. The breaks start to get longer, but Rain only notices in the most cursory way.

He doesn't come back in any meaningful way until Swiss's mouth disappears from his for minutes, and as the cobwebs filling his skull begin to fall away several things become apparent.

One, he's on a bed. Whose bed? Swiss's probably. It smells more like him. Either way, not important.

Two, he's naked as the day he was summoned. On his back, blinking at a dimly lit ceiling. He moves his legs only to realize they're folded, his feet planted on the mattress an his thighs spread. He can't get them to close, something's in the way. Which brings him to,

Three, there is something warm and wet and the juncture of his hip and thigh. Sucking pressure, it makes his bones vibrate. There are whiny, feminine sounds bouncing off the walls. Are they coming from him? Rain shakes his head in an effort to return to his body, managing at length to lift his head. It still takes a moment for him to focus enough to make out Swiss's prone form.

He's between Rain's newly marked thighs, shoulders pinning them open while he mouths at a twitching muscle in Rain's groin. There are bites all over - his chest, his thighs, his hips - in a dozen shades of purple, and he doesn't remember getting a single one. Fuck, how out of it was he? The thought makes his cock throb so hard he grunts, and Rain watches the blurt of pre it spits join a not-small puddle on his belly.

"So whaddaya say, sweetheart," Swiss sounds like he's far away, but the words feel familiar. Like this isn't the first time he's heard them. "You ready for somethin' new?"

"Yeah," Rain rasps, and his own voice surprises him. "Show me." It feels like he's been talking for a while, his throat feels sore, but he can't recall. What has he agreed to? Swiss purrs, low and lustful, and Rain thinks it may be the best sound he's ever heard.

"Good boy," he murmurs, licking his lips. That fucking tongue again. Rain blinks away the encroaching haze, forces himself to at least try to pay attention. Swiss shifts enough to get those large fingers on his thighs, patting them. "Gonna open you up now, okay?"

Rain blinks, nods without really meaning to, and Swiss gives him another wink. Before he knows what's happening those hands are at the backs of his knees, and Rain gasps when his legs are pushed apart and up towards his chest. It shocks something in him, and snippets of conversation come with it.

"You want to what?"

"Lick you out," Swiss's phantom voice echoes through his memory. "Get the tongue you're so obsessed with on you and make you sing real sweet."

Rain wonders if his stomach swooped like this the first time they had that exchange. The memory perks him up enough to catch his breath, caged by his own legs and Swiss's strong arms. Swiss gazes at him past the flushed, slick length of his cock, bobbing rigid over the flat plane of his stomach, and Rain flinches when he feels warm air ghost over his very exposed hole.

"You're so pink here," Swiss coos, "Pink and wet. All for me? I think it is." He shimmies down the bed - if Rain were able to focus on anything, he wouldn't have missed Swiss grinding into the mattress along the way - placing a wet kiss on each of Rain's balls along the way. Each one has him gasping, but the more he remembers about the things he's forgotten tonight, the clearer his head gets.

"You're gonna lick me...there?"

"Only if you want me to," Swiss had said with a shrug. Casual. "Think you'll really like it."

"Does it go...like..." Rain had made a middle school gesture, one finger stuck through a ring of two others. "In...inside?"

The sudden flash of a fox-like grin has Rain's eyelids fluttering, even just as a memory.

"Only if you ask very nicely."

The press of warm lips against his taint snaps him back to the present.

"S-Swiss," Rain hisses, grabbing on instinct for his wagging cock, achy and purpled. "W-wait, wait -"

The words are little more than a whisper, and Rain is somehow completely unprepared for the hot slide of that tongue over his slick, twitching hole.

Rain gasps, loud and shocked, as Swiss licks up to his balls and back again, pausing to circle that tight pucker. The feel of it is singular, electric jolts up his spine and deep in his pelvis. Every slow, wicked pass of that rough tongue rips utterly involuntary sounds from his throat. Quicker than he can make sense of, the hesitance and reluctance simmering at the back of his mind evaporate.

"Fuck."

It's good.

"Oh, fuck."

It's...it's so good.

He's being so loud all of a sudden. He knows it, his own yelps and whines echo around him, broken up only by the filthy sound of Swiss licking at him with what can only be called perverse reverence. Their eyes remain locked through it all, hazy cerulean with sparkling gold. Swiss looks amused, the corners of his eyes crinkles and his lips curved. Maybe more smug than amused, but Rain doesn't really care right now.

"Like it?" Swiss asks, his voice low and dark.

"Uh huh," Rain nods, breathless. He moves his leg and - oh, when had he started holding them? Had Swiss asked? "Keep going, please keep - oh."

It's faster now, just a little, but rougher too. Swiss punctuates his licks with full, messy kisses right on his hole. Every one has Rain's cock kicking and pouring pre, his skin slick and shiny with it. He can't look at it any longer, has to let his head thump back against the mattress so he can loose the deeply pained groan caught between his lungs.

"Knew you would," Swiss breathes, dragging careful fingertips along quivering thighs. He brushes soft knuckles over Rain's tight sack, and it draws all of Rain's attention back to the righteous ache between his legs.

"Fuck, touch me," he spits between grit teeth, drowning in the way Swiss worships him. His cock pulses in time with his racing heart, sways in the air. "Please, please touch it Swiss, please - fuck!"

Rain's tight pleas melt into high, hurt cries when Swiss does just what he asked. Wraps a large hand around Rain's straining shaft, grips it at the bottom and gives it a nice shake.

Swiss gives him a single stroke, a firm lick, and Rain's eyes roll back in his skull.

"Oh fuck," he gasps, "oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck -"

He's chanting it, a pained mantra pouring from between kiss swollen lips as though he can't believe any of this. He's sweaty at his hairline, and the more Swiss works him the more he shakes. He laps away like a thirsty dog, milking pre and slick and pleasure from him with each swipe. He twists his wrist just so, rubs his thumb over the frenulum, and Rain's whole being goes tense.

"Oh fuck," he squeaks, tight and almost panicky. He knows Swiss can feel the way he gets harder between his fingers, his abdomen going taut and his back bowing off the bed.

Swiss nudges at his pucker, twists his wrist, and it spells Rain's end.

He cums with a stuttering, breathy groan, spilling hot and heavy over his own chest and belly, coating his marked skin with stripes of pearly white. Swiss tugs him through the whole thing, milks him with short strokes and soft licks.

Rain barely feels any of it, at least at first. His mind has gone to soup, liquidized and useless, lost to pleasure and overwhelm. He doesn't feel it until he really feels it, sudden overstimulation that has hip dropping his shaking legs and grabbing for Swiss's horns, his hair, anything.

Swiss pulls back on his own, though. Releases Rain's slowly softening cock and presses soothing kisses to his thigh. Swiss smiles up at him, deceptively sweet.

"So, whaddaya think?"

Rain wants to tell him several things. Wants to say how good it was, but how overwhelming. So much pleasure being derived from an act he had never considered until maybe twenty minutes ago. One he had nearly panicked over when realization hit. He still has no idea how much time he lost when he was hypnotized by Swiss's tongue.

He wants to, but then Swiss licks his lips. He licks his lips and Rain notices that he's wet from nose to chin. It's a sight he's only been privy to on the few occasions they've shared Dew; Swiss always insists on burying as much of his face in the little ghoul's cunt as he can, until he's drenched and sated.

To see the same look on his face, the same wetness, just from licking him...it's enough to have Rain's body buzzing all over again.

"Again," he slurs, tucking his hands behind his thighs and folding himself. Exposing himself. "Do...do that again."

Swiss gives him a cheshire grin, nods, and for some reason Rain's fried brain has trouble processing why Swiss is hovering higher instead of slipping back down. Why he's moving to run that impossibly perfect tongue over his still-twitching abdomen. He doesn't quite manage to put it together, though.

So imagine his surprise when Swiss ducks between his cheeks, spits Rain's own mess onto his already slippery hole and dives in for seconds.

"Swiss," he chokes out, once his own stunned shout fades from his ears, "I - I want -" Rain's chest heaves, the attention being paid to his most sensitive spot hurtling him straight back into the realm of overstimulation. "Need...need - fuck!"

Swiss stares up at him, gaze heavy with pleasure, and Rain's soft cock gives a valiant twitch. He swallows hard, clenches around nothing, and forces the words to come.

"Stick it in," he demands, breathy. "Gimme your tongue. Put it - Lucifer - push it in and...and fuck me with it."

The last words are breathless and whiny, and Swiss huffs out a laugh. It blows cool against his heated rim, and Swiss pulls back just enough for Rain to catch sight of his tongue.

"Whatever you want, baby."

Rain's tired eyes go wide as he watches Swiss's tongue bifurcate and extend, the other ghoul dropping the slightest hint of his glamour. Goosebumps rocket up all over his trembling body, that flexible appendage slips inside his winking hole, and Rain keens.

It's going to be a long night.

[divine-misfortune]

Swiss fell to his knees for Rain. He dropped to the floor in an instant without a lick of hesitation, even if the ground and his kneecaps collide with too much force, he'd do it again. A thousand times, he'd fall before him.

He looks up to him, searching for it in those sparkling blue eyes, and holds his breath when Rain finally moves. Fingers trail over his jaw before a cool palm settles against his cheek.

"Say it again." Swiss whispers, pleads. Reaching out with shaking hands to curl his fingers into the hem of his shirt in order to tether himself. To keep Rain there in front of him. His heart races and he wonders if the water ghoul can hear it.

His eyes crease as his lips curl, assurance in one simple expression, and even still Rain sinks to the floor with him - albeit far more gracefully as he kneels. Taking his face in his hands, gently as if he's cradling the world between them.

"I love you, I loved you before I knew you." Rain leans forward, nose brushing over his, foreheads coming to rest together.

It knocks the wind from him a second time. Something warm and somewhat tight making a home in his chest. The words and their sincerity strike deep, carving into his very being.

His eyes slip shut and Rain sighs close to his lips. Swiss thinks he could live like this, existing in a proximity he'd never allowed himself before.

"You're everything to me, Swiss."

[st-danger]

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.

[coffeeghoulie]

i feel like #11 from the physical guestures list would fit rulti...maybe swiss trying to distract rain while he's restringing his bass?

any inaccuracies about restringing basses are on me, I was a percussionist and the last time I touched a string instrument was like 14 years ago and god knows they wouldn't have let me restring a rental violin lmao. Hope you enjoy!

prompt from this prompt list: placing kisses on your lovers shoulder and nape as they are bent down, trying to focus on their work though they're very hot and bothered

"Hand me the knife, honey?" Rain asks, not looking up as he extends a hand, focused on the fretboard of his personal bass. He sits on the edge of his bed, dressed casually in a black binder and basketball shorts, hair loose and falling against his shoulders.

Swiss hums, pulling his utility knife out of his pocket, flipping open the wire cutters, and setting it gently in Rain's palm. He's sprawled out on his back, lounging on Rain's bed in a similar state of dress, watching Rain work.

He loosens each string, fingers almost reverent on the tuning peg as each string goes slack, clipping it near the pickups and carefully unwinding it from the guitar. Once the fretboard is bare, he grabs a cloth he had set aside, cleaning the guitar with gentle, back and forth motions.

Swiss whistles low, gold eyes lazily tracking the up and down motions of Rain's hand, wrapped around the neck of his bass as he cleans the fretboard. Rain snaps out of his reverie, looking over his shoulder at the multighoul, an easy grin twisting his lips. "Alright, enough, you guitarfucker," Rain teases, laughter spilling into his tone as he smacks Swiss's shoulder with the rag.

Swiss scoffs, matching Rain's grin. "I'm sorry I'm bored and I find you attractive, Rainbow."

Rain rolls his eyes, but he's still smiling softly. "You and I both know that you're not sorry. Be patient and I'll give you attention."

Swiss grins wider, baring his bright white fangs as he crosses his arms behind his head. "You promise, Rainy?"

"Yes, you needy, needy ghoul," Rain says, jabbing his webbed fingers into Swiss's flank, making the multighoul squeal in laughter. "Let me finish this and then you'll get your attention."

Swiss settles back against the mattress as Rain turns back to his bass, starting to thread the new strings through the bridge. Rain lips are pursed as he focuses, the tip of his forked tongue peeking out from his lips, an adorable little furrow in his brow as his hair hangs in his face.

Swiss stares, watching the water ghoul's expression as he works. He sighs as his gaze trails down to Rain's shoulders, bare blue skin spattered with silver, iridescent freckles. On impulse, Swiss sits up behind him, resting his big, warm hands on the cool blue skin of Rain's waist, thighs bracketing Rain's own.

"Patience," Rain says, not even bothering to look back at him as Swiss's body heat rushes into his system.

"I'm being patient, Rainy," Swiss promises, even as he bends down to press a kiss to one of the silvery freckles on Rain's shoulder.

Rain chuckles, pausing his work to run his fingers over Swiss's tight curls as he starts to press a kiss to each freckle. "This doesn't seem very patient to me, Swiss."

Swiss laughs, the sound melodic, his lips right against Rain's finned ear. "I'm not stopping you, Rainbow."

Rain shivers as his breath hits his fin, ear twitching against his hair. Swiss noses against the blue black waves as his kisses migrate to the nape of his neck. "Swiss," Rain breathes, warning in his tone.

"Tell me to stop, Rainbow, and I swear I will," Swiss says, lips pressed to the back of Rain's neck, breathing in the scent of his tea-tree shampoo.

There's no response, and Swiss just grins against Rain's skin, teeth pressed harmlessly against that first vertebrae, the spade of his tail smacking against the rumpled bedspread. Rain huffs, turning back to his bass, laid out precious in his lap, and continues restringing it.

Swiss grins even wider as Rain's tail curls slowly around his thigh. He purrs, chest rumbling against Rain's spine, his dorsal fin pressed against Swiss's warm skin. Swiss lets go of Rain's lithe waist, instead wrapping his arms around the water ghoul, careful not to knock into his arms as he works. He trails his kisses around the side of Rain's throat, kissing just at the edge of one of his sensitive gills, and Rain swears.

"Swiss, the longer it takes me to finish this, the longer it'll be before I can give you my undivided attention," Rain says, starting to thread the last string in place.

Swiss laughs again, rubbing his stubbled cheek gently against Rain's gills, grinning as he feels the gust of breath from Rain's throat and hooking his chin over Rain's shoulder. "Take your time, Rainbow. I like watching you work."

Rain hums, tilting his head to press his cheek against Swiss's horn, tightening the tuning key and plucking at the thinnest metal string, humming a note and trying to match pitch.

"You're sharp," Swiss breathes, humming slightly lower.

Rain rolls his eyes, knocking his horn against Swiss's as he loosens the key. "Show off. Not all of us can have perfect pitch."

Swiss just grins. "Trying to be helpful."

"And I appreciate it," Rain says, finding the right pitch, plucking the string several times. "I trust your judgment."

He nuzzles against Swiss's cheek as he finishes up, handing the multighoul back his utility knife.

"You done?" he asks, smile growing brighter as Rain pushes at his arms.

"Let me up, Swiss, gotta put her back," Rain says, successfully getting the multighoul to let go of him as he stands, taking his bass in gentle hands and setting it back on its stand.

Swiss's tail wags rapidly as Rain turns back towards him, smile easy as he stands between Swiss's legs. He cups Swiss's cheeks in his hands, smoothing a thumb over his stubble as the multighoul grins up at him. "Is it time for attention now?" Swiss teases, turning his head to kiss at the webbing between Rain's unglamored fingers.

"Yes, you needy ghoul," Rain says, shivering as he kisses the sensitive membrane. "You have all of my attention. Kiss me."

Swiss surges up, eager to oblige.

[ghoul-slime]

Parallel

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1,542

Pairing: Aether/Dew, Swiss/Rain

Tags: Voyeurism, exhibitionism, morning sex, anal fingering, anal sex, dirty talk, implied polyghouls

Summary: Just as Aether tries bargaining with Dew again, a muffled sound from the bunk below catches his attention.

A whine, pitched high and feminine. Unmistakable in the early morning quiet of the bus. Another whine, louder this time, has Dew’s eye cracking open. He’s fully alert now. He glances at Aether who stares back at Dew, brow quirked.

“Sounds like Swiss and Rain are already up,” Aether observes. That gets Dew’s attention. Aether can feel his pulse quicken beneath his hands. They both go silent. Listening.

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Aether wakes first, the rhythmic rumbling of bus tires on pavement and soft morning light spilling through the edges of the bunk curtain reminding him that they’re still out on the road. Dew is tucked into his side, wedged between Aether’s body and the wall of the bus, head snuggled into Aether’s shoulder and breathing softly. Aether checks his phone, they have just about an hour until the bus arrives at the next venue. They’d driven through the night and Aether’s body is tired, bones sore from so many days crammed into a tiny tour bus bunk. Dew has long abandoned his own bunk in favor of curling up with Aether, and despite the cramped conditions, he doesn’t mind. Aether loves waking up with Dew in his arms every morning.

As much as he’d like to lay in bed and revel in Dew’s peaceful, sleeping form, he knows that once they arrive at the venue it’s gonna be all hands on deck. Hauling gear, moving into dressing rooms, and getting ready for sound check. With a groan he curls in on Dew, kissing the top of his head and gently rocking the little ghoul awake.

Dew groans, scrunches up his nose, and buries his face further into Aether’s side.

“C’mon Dew, time to get up,” Aether murmurs into Dew’s hair, blond locks scooped up into a messy bun high on his head. Getting to enjoy Dew’s bedhead was just another reason Aether couldn’t complain about the little ghoul taking over half of his bunk every night. He kisses the top of Dew’s head again and breathes in Dew’s warm scent.

“Ugh,” Dew croaks into Aether’s shoulder. “You gotta be fucking kidding me,” he whines, gripping Aether’s shirt and rubbing his face into his broad chest. Dew sounds as exhausted as Aether feels.

“C’mon Dew, get up and I’ll make coffee,” Aether tries again, unable to mask the tired sound of his own voice. “One more show and we’re off tomorrow. We can sleep in late in a nice big hotel bed.” Aether wraps his arms around Dew’s middle and tries to sound convincing, peppering his face with more kisses in an attempt to rouse the little ghoul who only grumbles further into his chest.

Just as Aether tries bargaining with Dew again, a muffled sound from the bunk below catches his attention.

A whine, pitched high and feminine. Unmistakable in the early morning quiet of the bus. Another whine, louder this time, has Dew’s eye cracking open. He’s fully alert now. He glances at Aether who stares back at Dew, brow quirked.

“Sounds like Swiss and Rain are already up,” Aether observes, a smile breaking out across his face. That gets Dew’s attention. Aether can feel his pulse quicken beneath his hands. They both go silent. Listening.

Ohhh, Rain whispers. Followed by a series of hushed little whimpers and gasps. Rustling sheets. The unmistakable wet sound of sex with a water ghoul. Whether Swiss is using his mouth or his cock to wring the sweet little sounds of pleasure from Rain’s lips is anyone’s guess. Aether feels Dew start to go hard against his thigh and he tightens his grip on Dew’s waist as they listen.

Murmuring, low and deep, they can’t make out the words but it’s undoubtedly Swiss. Suddenly a sharp cry from Rain, followed by hushed giggles and shushing. And then the sound of wet, open-mouthed kisses, Rain’s soft cries muffled by Swiss’ lips.

Aether’s hard now, and he rolls over on top of Dew, caging him in beneath him between his arms. He dips down to kiss Dew and pulls back with a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Bet I can get you off and into the kitchen with a hot cup of coffee in your hand before they even finish,” Aether grins.

Dew, ever competitive, especially when it comes to Swiss and Rain, flashes Aether a matching smirk. “Fuck yes,” he grins, no longer interested in trying to sleep in. They both know they’re gonna catch shit from everyone else for fucking on the bus, but they don’t care. Swiss and Rain started it, really.

Aether immediately shoves his hand into Dew’s briefs, cupping his chubbed up cock, and dives in for another open-mouthed kiss until he’s pulling the same soft sounds from Dew that match the ones drifting up from the bottom bunk.

He jacks Dew off inside his underwear while mouthing at his neck, breathing into Dew’s ear as they listen to the muted sounds of Rain’s moans and whimpers beneath them.

“How do you think Swiss is fucking him?” Aether whispers into Dew’s ear. “Fingers? Has he got that big dick of his buried in Rain’s tight ass? Or maybe he’s using his mouth,” Aether ponders.

“That would explain why Swiss is so quiet down there,” Dew snickers, canting his hips up, rutting into Aether’s warm hand.

Aether huffs a quiet laugh into Dew’s ear and twists his wrist, palming the wet head of Dew’s cock while he strokes him.

Dew lets loose with a moan of his own, before Aether claps a hand over his mouth, stifling a laugh and shushing him. His hand stills on Dew’s cock as they stop to listen. Rain has gone quiet, and Aether is sure Rain and Swiss know what he and Dew are up to now. They hear mumbling again, it’s Swiss, followed by more rustling sheets and one of Rain’s high pitched squeaks, louder this time.

Aether rears back to slip Dew’s underwear off, discarding them in a ball in the corner of the bunk before diving back in, sliding two fingers through the slick of Dew’s ass.

“Mmm, wet already,” he teases, pressing the tip of his finger in. “Bet Rainy is dripping here too. He takes Swiss so well doesn’t he? Our pretty little water ghoul.”

Dew nods and bites his lip, stifling a weak groan as he wraps his legs around Aether’s middle, encouraging him to dip two fingers past the tight ring of muscle and into his hot little body. Aether fingers Dew like that, sharing quiet breaths as they listen in for the sounds of Swiss taking Rain apart beneath them.

Rain’s muffled moans are steady now, and if Aether strains his ears he can hear Swiss’ quiet panting as he works Rain over. The wet sounds of Rain’s body opening up for him.

Aether pulls his fingers out, grabs Dew’s narrow little hips and flips him over, pressing him face-first and flat down into the mattress of the bunk. He grips Dew’s ass with both hands and pulls him open, spitting a gob of saliva directly onto his twitching, fluttering hole. Dew groans into the pillow beneath him and arches his back. Aether pulls himself out of his boxers, lines up and slides his cock through the slippery mess between Dew’s cheeks. As he pushes in he leans in to growl into Dew’s ear.

“Can you hear it? Swiss splitting our sweet little Rain open on his big, fat cock? Making him sing such pretty sounds for us?” He licks into the shell of Dew’s ear, “Do you think they can hear us too? The sound of your tight little ass swallowing me up?”

Dew nods dumbly, head still pressed into the pillow and presses back as Aether bottoms out and starts thrusting into him. The wet sounds from Aether’s bunk mixing in with those drifting in from the bunk below have Dew’s head swimming and before long he’s humping his cock into the bunched up sheets beneath him.

Aether presses him down with his entire body, nuzzling into the little tendrils of golden hair at the nape of Dew’s neck, pulled loose from the bun on his head. “Listen to them” Aether whispers, “I bet Rainy is gonna cum soon, cream himself all over Swiss’ bunk.”

Dew lets out a small groan, desperately trying to keep quiet while Aether fucks in and out of him. Aether knows he’s concentrating, holding his breath and straining to listen for the sounds of Rain’s orgasm.

And they can hear it, the telltale little mantra of yesyesyes that Rain always repeats when he’s close, moments away from cumming thick and soaking and heavy. Swiss is goading him on, voice low and rumbling, barely audible as he croons, That’s right baby, cum for me, soak my fuckin’ sheets.

Aether fucks Dew through Rain’s orgasm, pinning his skinny little hips to the bed and grinding in deep as they listen to Rain’s ragged panting.

There’s less than 10 minutes before the bus pulls up at the venue when Aether and Dew emerge from the bunk. Dew wobbles in on shaky legs, messy hair falling out of the bun on his head. He follows behind a sheepish looking Aether, whose neck is covered in fresh bite marks and bruises.

Rain is tucked into Swiss’ side at the kitchen table, Swiss’ arm slung around his shoulder. Rain glances up at Aether with a small smile, light blush across his pretty face, blue eyes sparkling in the morning sunlight.

“So…” Swiss breaks the silence, sly grin snaking its way across his face. “You two nasty fuckers interested in sharing a room with us at the hotel tonight?”

[riconas]

congrats on finishing your exams!

for your consideration: rain oral knotting swiss. it's so much for swiss to take but he's desperate to make rain happy

this is what happens when you overestimate your cock sucking abilities 

tags: blowjobs, oral knotting, praise kink if you squint

“Good boy,” Rain groans. 

Swiss looks up at him through his lashes. He’s drooling all over the place, but his mouth is so full there really isn’t anything he can do about it. Not that he minds. Not that Rain minds. 

“Put your hands behind your back.”

Swiss obeys. He loves it when Rain gets bossy. Loves to be on the receiving end. Rain knows how to get his head nice and quiet, how to get him pliant and easy, and he abuses that knowledge all the time. 

Again, not that Swiss minds. 

“Gonna let me fuck your mouth?” Rain asks, breathless. “Gonna let me fill you up?” His hand comes up to hold the back of Swiss’s head, fingers threading through his hair, and Swiss shivers in anticipation. He nods, just enough to let Rain know he’s heard him, and presses the flat of his tongue to the underside of Rain’s dick. 

Of course he’s going to let Rain fuck his mouth. Of course he’s going to let Rain fill him up. What silly questions to ask.

Rain makes a sound between a whimper and a groan. “Make me cum,” he demands, though the breathlessness in his voice really detracts from the effect. 

“Mm-hm,” Swiss tries to say, but it comes out sounding so garbled, so stupid, so he stops trying. 

Maybe this is a ploy to get him to shut up. If it is, it’s certainly working. 

“Tighter,” Rain growls. 

Tighter? Swiss thought he was doing so well. He hollows his cheeks, moulds his lips around the shaft of Rain’s cock, sucks extra hard when he slides up to the head. The full blowjob repertoire, et cetera. 

“Gonna knot your mouth,” Rain pants. “Fuck, gonna give it to you—open up, open up—”

Rain pulls him in, thrusting at the same time, and Swiss gags when he feels Rain’s cock hit the back of his throat. By pure instinct, he tries to lurch away, but Rain holds fast, that merciless grip on his head not letting up. 

He can do this. Dew lets him knot his mouth all the time. How hard can it be?

“Good boy,” Rain gasps. “Oh, fuck, good fucking boy.”

Swiss closes his eyes at the first burst of warmth in his mouth, followed by the all-too-familiar taste of Rain’s cum, salty and bitter and so very good. He tries to swallow, but there’s no room—Rain’s knot is beginning to swell, locking itself behind his teeth, putting pressure on his tongue. He opens his mouth wider in an attempt to accommodate it, but the space is filled in no time. He’s stuck.

“Swallow it,” Rain growls, gripping the underside of his jaw, keeping it closed nice and snug. “It’s not in all the way. You’d better take all of it.”

Desperately, Swiss tries to relax his throat, to let Rain push it in a little further. It helps, but only marginally. There’s nothing more he can do.

A couple of tears squeeze their way out of the corners of his eyes and run down his face. Once they start, they don’t stop; before he knows it, he’s sobbing quietly around Rain’s cock, shoulders taking the brunt of the strain as he tries to keep his teeth to himself. His jaw is so sore, and his nose is so stuffy, but he can’t breathe through his mouth, so he has no choice but to endure it. 

“You’re okay,” Rain says, brushing the tears away. “Slowly. You’re breathing too fast.”

Satanas, it’s so much. Too much. His jaw hurts, no longer the pleasant ache that gets his head all light and hazy. This is sharp, throbbing pain, radiating down his neck, muscles stretched so tight he swears something’s sprained. 

He’s going to be so nice to Dew after this. 

“Good boy,” Rain says again, and all the angst dissipates. Swiss moans around his cock, more spit and cum dribbling out of his mouth to splatter on the floor beneath him. He wants to ask Rain if he’s making him feel good. He needs to know. Needs to please him. 

In a last-ditch attempt to keep himself sane, he reaches up to cup Rain’s balls, and plays with them like that, squeezing, rolling—as if it’s going to make Rain’s knot go down any faster. It’s a good enough distraction for him, anyhow. Takes his mind off his poor jaw. 

Until Rain shoves his hands away. 

“Behind your back,” he says. “Don’t make me repeat myself again.” 

Well. That’s not good. Swiss stares up at Rain, pleading, but he can’t beg with his mouth filled, so it gets him nowhere. 

Doesn’t matter, he supposes. Just as long as Rain’s happy.