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Aether's dick sits hot and pulsing on Dew's tongue, his cheeks hollowed just around it as Aether grinds forward, panting above him.
Loud and unbidden, he moans, fingers tightening in Dew's hair, as he tugs the fire ghoul closer, nose nestled into his pubic hair, surrounded by the hot, slick scent of arousal.
"Take it," Aether hisses, staring down at Dew with heavy eyes, Dew who had come into his room earlier, took one look at him and dropped to his knees, a flirty sort of smirk on his lips.
Dew moans around the mouthful, presses his tongue against the twitching head of it, hollowing his cheeks more when Aether's thighs shake—he takes it gladly, what he's given, enamored by how sensitive Aether is like this.
He wants to slip a couple fingers into him, really draw it out nice and good for Aether, but the quint ghoul has other ideas, fucking into his mouth with such a steady rhythm that Dew feels himself go a bit light headed, wonders if the sensitivity will be too much later, if Dew will be able to keep his lips snug around Aether's dick.
He must broadcast his thoughts, he must do something, because Aether hisses above him, grips his hair tight enough to hurt and ruts against Dew's face until he's shaking, thighs clenching together around Dew's head.
"Yes," Aether gasps out, one hand cupping Dew's jaw, pressing into the sensitive skin of his cheek until he can feel his dick there, "Doin' such a good job for me, starlight," he murmurs, breathless and far away, "I'm going to come, gonna—"
He breaks off with a loud groan, grinds messily against Dew's face, all while pressing into his cheek, as if marveling at the way he can feel himself inside Dew's mouth.
Aether's scent spikes pleasantly and Dew hums enthusiastically as he tries to bury himself deeper, tries to swallow as much of him down as he can, his fingers grip Aether's thighs tight, keeps himself in place as Aether continues, frantic thrusting until he's stopping, freezing, gasping, palming at the back of Dew's head.
Dew wishes he could bury himself tongue and mouth first into Aether's cunt, lap at him until he comes again but—no, not this time, not when Aether's shaking through his orgasm, murmuring Dew's name like a prayer.
They do, eventually, make it to the bed, when Aether's not being mostly supported by Dew anymore, when he's not too sensitive anymore—murmuring filthy into Dew's mouth about how he wants him to keep his cock warm for him.