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the polaroid collection: mountain

this is part six of the polaroid collection, based off of 'picture this'. you can either find the masterlist here, read on ao3, or read below:

Mountain is a predictable ghoul. Detail oriented. A strict schedule follower…

Every morning he gets up at the same time and puts on the same mud-stained apron over his work clothes, brews himself a steaming cup of coffee with a splash of milk and two sugars, and heads out to the greenhouse. He works for about four hours, sometimes more to ensure everything is growing and green, lifting heavy bags of dirt over his broad shoulders and organizing a million containers of seeds with calloused fingers until he’s sore. Then he’ll head back in towards the den around lunchtime and place his dirt-covered sandals right outside the door, dusting off his clothes on the lawn to make sure he doesn’t spatter the stone slab in front of the door with soil – because it would be so rude of him to leave such a tiny mess for someone else to step in.

It’s almost infuriating how perfect he is.

But after he gets a bite to eat, eating the leftovers in the fridge and scrubbing the dirty dishes, he then disappears into his bedroom to cleanse his body of the lingering filth of the gardens. And for the majority of his packmates, they believe that that is where his strenuous morning routine ends; a nice, relaxing bath. What they don’t know is that the earth ghoul always takes a lengthy, less-than-glamorous moment to jerk his rock hard, stress-induced erection to completion before hopping into the bath.

Always.

It’s like clockwork at this point. Swiss listens for his heavy footsteps outside the hall, listens for the quiet click of his bedroom lock, and then it’s only a matter of minutes before the soft groans begin floating in through the old vent connecting their rooms. It’s a blessing it’s there, really. It’s like music to Swiss’ ears when he hears him. That big, sweet, considerate ghoul with a huge heart and an even bigger dick…

Oooh and he really likes it when Mountain works longer hours than usual, because it means that he can smell him. And fuck does he smell delightful. A dizzying combination of sweat and stress and lustful pheromones that drive the multi ghoul absolutely mad despite only being able to imagine what he looks like on the other side. He wants to eat him up, get a taste, and it doesn’t help that he stinks particularly strong today.

His feet carry him out of his desk chair and through Mountain’s bedroom door before he can fully process the possibility that Mountain may not be alone. Cock already generously tenting the front of his shorts, the sight of the ghoul half-naked on his bed with his fist wrapped around his dick is almost enough to make him forget entirely about the camera clutched in his hand.

He looks really good – Swiss knew he would. He’s got his tight undershirt bunched up around his chest to keep it out of the way and his dirtied cargos are bundled in a heap around his ankles. The sudden intrusion into his space has the earth ghoul more than surprised, his cheeks pink and his breathing heavy, but Swiss doesn’t care.

Upon bursting in, Mountain’s scent had hit him in the face like the bus they ride around in during tour. So gross, so pungent, so thick. Swiss watches as his hand struggles to fight between continuing to get himself off or hiding himself away. Nostrils flaring, pupils dilating… Mountain cups his balls with his other hand under Swiss’ intense gaze, suddenly insecure.

“Hey, big guy,” Swiss says, an unnatural lilt to his voice as he gives the other ghoul a big, toothy smile.

The suspicion doesn’t leave Mountain’s features as the multi ghoul stalks closer, eyes raking over the other’s form like he’s sizing him up. Then he finds the camera in his grasp and things begin to click into place at the same time that the heavy wooden door clicks into its frame. That look of confusion contorts into something cunning, his lips curling into a smirk as his fingers flex around the base of his shaft, wiggling the tip like a worm in front of a hungry fish.

Green eyes flit from the camera up to find brilliant gold and a singular fang peeks out from behind Mountain’s chapped upper lip.

“You know,” he starts and tilts his head to the side, “I heard about this little photography project you’ve had going on and I was wondering when you were gonna finally let me have my turn.”

Swiss huffs, surprised at the shift towards confidence, his change in demeanor unexpected, but continues to encroach upon the other’s space until there’s only a few steps to separate them. He feels his cock stir again, pre welling at the tip and soaking into the fabric that struggles to constrain him.

“Well you didn’t think I was gonna forget about you, did you?”

Mountain shrugs. Much too smug to have his pants around his ankles like a little boy. “I’m not too sure. I was beginning to think that everyone was gonna have their turn and I was gonna be left out in the mud.”

Swiss stalks a little bit closer, close enough to reach out if he wanted to. He doesn’t. His dick leads him in whichever direction he desires to go.

“Oh, but darling, you know I love it when you get a little dirty.” A gold-tipped digit extends and begins to trail downwards over a flaky patch of dirt smeared over Mountain’s strong bicep. Swiss watches as his finger descends, Mountain watches his face. “And besides, you smell so delicious, I couldn’t possibly stay away.”

The bigger ghoul falters for a moment, brow furrowing in slight confusion at his confession.

“You could smell me?”

Swiss finally meets his eyes and there’s a dangerous glint somewhere in there as his finger continues to linger on his skin, dragging down, down, down until his touch is feather-light.

“Always. I know your schedule like the back of my hand, dirt boy.”

Mountain glances upwards towards the rusted vent in the ceiling and Swiss chuckles in a way that makes him flash hot with embarrassment. He’s certainly heard more than he’d like to admit of Swiss’ late night rides and grinds – as has the other – but he had no idea that he could smell him.

His eyes darken and he tsks at the multi ghoul, “you naughty ghoul…”

Swiss’ finger drifts over to flick at a pebbled nipple before pulling away and shifting his weight back onto his heels, arms crossed across his chest. “Keep doing what you were doing,” he says and motions to him with a flick of his hand. “I wanna watch.”

Now that Mountain knows what is up, he is happy to perform. He jerks his dick in long, slow strokes, kicking his pants off the rest of the way so that he can spread his knees and show all of himself off. Swiss stands just in front of him, so close yet so tantalizingly far away, watching intently with lust-blown eyes as the ruddy head of his cock appears and disappears in his fist.

His hands are filthy, it’s obvious he’d made the decision not to wash them, and a sticky combination of fertilizer and dirt create a muddy residue that makes his dick all gritty and messy. Something about that is arousing.

“Not afraid to get a little dirty, huh?” Swiss asks, eyes still fixed on his ministrations.

Mountain rubs the muddy concoction into the folds of his foreskin and hums all pretty, ignoring the accusation in favor of being a little nasty. He likes nasty.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve fucked you over a fresh bag of mulch before.”

“Well we don’t have to get into specifics…”

“A little uncharacteristic of you now, is it not?”

Swiss rolls his eyes dramatically and tells the other ghoul to scoot back further onto the bed. Then he peels off his own pants, his hard cock springing up to attention and bobbing as he walks forward to crawl into the massive earth ghoul’s lap, camera placed adjacent to them on the bed. It’s on, blinking and ready for whenever he decides to use it.

Swiss gives himself a few strokes for good measure and to make sure he’s at full mast (he is) and keeps his eyes trained on the way that Mountain matches his pace with his own hand. He glances up and finds those pretty green eyes that are as blown out as his own and surges forward to capture his chapped lips in a kiss.

It’s less of a kiss that they fall into, and more of a spit-slicked, open mouthed tangle of tongues. They steal each other's air when it escapes from their lungs and drink in each other’s noises that they make in their throat, replacing them with new ones until they’re throbbing in their hands and Swiss is moaning from the fresh bite of mint lingering on Mountain’s tongue. He tastes better than he imagined he would, and he sucks the taste directly from the source, drinking up the saliva that’s laced deliciously with the cool herb.

“What’ve you been up to in there, hmm? Taste good.”

Both of their voice’s are breathless, spoken directly into the other’s mouth.

Mountain tugs at the flared ridge of his head and groans deep in his chest, “come visit me sometime and I’ll give you a tour.”

Swiss pulls him in again by a hand on the back of his nape, biting on his swollen bottom lip and sucking on the tip of his tongue, and in the heat of it all Mountain nudges his hand away from his cock to slide their lengths together. The feeling of hot, slick skin against hot, slick skin makes both of them shudder all the way up their spines and the noises they make could make a demon blush.

It’s Swiss who breaks their devouring kiss to peer down and watch as Mountain works their lengths together in one of his overly large hands. Some of the dirt already begins to rub off onto his underside.

Mountain’s fat tip kisses Swiss’ frenulum with each and every stroke, sending intense jolts of pleasure up his spine with every little touch, no matter how intense.

It feels way too good just to be rubbing their cocks together, and it looks even better.

Mountain is so large. The sheer size of his girthy appendage nearly dwarfs Swiss’ own (which is no easy feat), and despite Swiss sitting atop his thighs, Mountain’s tip nearly matches up with him in length. Swiss reaches in to gather up a slick combination of their pre on his middle and index fingers and smears the digits over the other ghoul’s lips. He pushes them into his mouth and Mountain sucks gently, cleaning them with his tongue until they're clean and holding dangerous eye contact the entire time that he does.

Gold and green, gold and green, gold and green…

They’re lucky it’s not mating season– the sight of him with his fingers in his mouth makes Swiss’ belly flip a million times.

“The things you do to me…” he whispers, nearly inaudible, and Mountain parts his lips to let out a breathy laugh, carding his clean hand through Swiss’ thick curls and tugging his head back towards the ceiling. Swiss’ fingers slip out past his teeth coated in saliva. Swiss sucks it off.

When Mountain suddenly decides to use both of his hands to get them off, squeezing an twisting his wrist and creating a pocket for them to fuck in tandem, Swiss feels himself being guided rapidly towards the edge of euphoria – and much faster than he’d anticipated. Both of their cocks are flushed dark and so shiny, and Swiss begins to spit curses through his teeth when Mountain shifts his magic touch to their leaking heads.

“I’m gonna cum,” Mountain gasps out against Swiss’ jaw. He nips at the skin with his teeth, “are you gonna cum with me?”

He almost sounds desperate.

“No,” Swiss forces out. He surprises himself with how sure he sounds. The tightening in his balls begs to differ. Mountain’s brow scrunches together and he drops his jaw, clearly doing his best to stave off his impending orgasm.

With the last ounce of control he has left, Swiss reaches for the camera, lining up the shot blindly at where they’re pressed so hotly together.

“Want it just like this,” he moans and Mountain grips them both at the base, “so hard, so flushed, fuck, Mount, you’re so big…”

Mountain lets out a moan that's so loud he has to throw his head back towards the ceiling to get it out. The muscles in his abdomen ripple and go hard.

“Swiss– I’m gonna-”

“Don’t you dare ruin my shot.”

“Fuck, you’re such an asshole-”

Swiss bites his lip hard between his teeth when Mountain’s cock jerks and jumps pressed flush against the underside of his own.

“Shut up and flex it. Do that again.”

Mountain gives them another tight stroke then holds them firmly together at the base, exhibiting them in all their filthiest glory for the lens. A thin string of pre connects their leaking heads and the realization makes Swiss jerk violently, balls tightening, and he forces his finger to press down on the button milliseconds before he shoots hot and thick all over his own thighs and Mountain’s fingers.

“So much for not cumming,” Mountain teases, cheeks pink and forehead slick with sweat, but his little poke at the other gets cut short when Swiss wraps his hand tightly around his cock. “Whatever. We got the damn picture…”

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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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