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Dew's pliant, his hands occasionally squeezing at Aether's plush thighs as his dick sits snugly on his tongue; he's keeping him warm for an indeterminate amount of time, whenever Aether tells him enough—he's patient and good and they both know this well.
His jaw aches mostly from the stillness and not the girth, but it's a nice ache, one that tells him he's doing a fine job at keeping Aether all warm and comfortable in his mouth. He doesn't move much, keeping his tongue still though the urge to lick at the head, to draw Aether into another orgasm is there in the back of his mind.
He won't until he gets the go ahead though, because he respects Aether, respects his needs, even when he's being a little shit, pawing at his thighs like he would a pair of tits—he's sure if he could purr right now and not set Aether off into a possibly uncomfortable orgasm, he would.
Aether hums above him and pets through his hair, curls both hands around the sides of his head until he can fit his thumbs in the grooves behind Dew's ears, petting the soft, smooth skin there. "Doing so good for me," he murmurs, fond and warm as his scent mellows into arousal tinged happiness. "Could keep you down here all day and you'd just let me, wouldn't you starlight?"
Dew doesn't answer vocally—his mouth is busy, he doesn't want to break this careful stillness between them, so he squeezes at Aether's thighs, twice, kneading the skin, his tail flicking slowly behind him as he allows his eyes to open, blinking slowly in agreement.
Aether smiles at him, shifts his legs a bit so he can cradle Dew between them better, guides him even closer, until his nose is pressed firm against his pubes, and he sighs, his own eyes closing in contentment, "I love you."
I love you too, he wants to answer back, but instead he just closes his eyes again, pushes all the emotion he can through their bond.
He drifts, for a period of time he's not too sure, but when he comes back to himself, slowly, Aether's humping his hips the slightest amount—his breathing's picked up and he's petting at the skin behind Dew's ears with a sense of urgency.
His arousal thick in the air again.
"Two," Aether says, some semblance of firmness in his voice, "We've got all night for more, but right now I really want to get off again," he shifts his foot against the bed, spreading himself wider as he lets go of Dew's head for a moment, brushing his sweaty hair from his face.
"Hm?" Dew finally hums, mouth free, the ache in his jaw timed with the way his own dick is throbbing in his underwear. He blinks slowly again, watches somewhat dumbly as Aether grabs at his hand, guiding him closer to where he's wet again, warm and open—scent thick and heady.
Aether fits him with a look, an eyebrow raised as he guides one of Dew's fingers inside himself, hissing softly at the breach of it.
"Oh, oh shit yeah," Dew says, his brain short circuiting at the clutch of heat around his finger—he loves being inside Aether, in whatever capacity he can get, and then, he's diving back down to take Aether's dick into his mouth again, dutiful and giving, knowing the fingering is for him more than it is for Aether.
A pleased sigh leaves Aether's mouth as he sinks back into the headboard, "Two only," he repeats, gasping sharply at the hum that vibrates through his dick.
Ever the dutiful lover, Dew focuses mostly on Aether's dick, not letting himself get lost in the warm clutch of Aether's cunt even though he really wants to—because as much as he loves being inside, the fulfillment he gets from getting Aether off overpowers everything else.
"You can add another," Aether mumbles after some time, he's always slower to come to his second orgasm and Dew slips another finger in beside his first, curling them upwards almost immediately as he sucks harder at Aether's dick.
It draws a breathless sound from the quint, makes him curl up into it, one hand going to grip at Dew's shoulder, "Satan," he gasp out, mouth open and head tossed back against the pillow behind him, "Just like that, do the tongue thing again."
Dew hums softly and flicks his tongue over the head of Aether's dick just as he curls his fingers up again, Aether's thighs shaking around his head—he drills into it, his focus on making Aether feel good, on making him come again the only thought in his mind.
He has to be careful with this, stimulating too much on the inside could potentially ruin things for Aether, and though they've played around with that in the past, he wants Aether to get off, wants him to be happy and content again.
So, he backs off a bit, fucks his fingers inside Aether a few times, uncurls them so they're not pressing into that spot anymore—he hears Aether gasp shakily, hum pleased, sometimes, Aether prefers the stretch of fingers inside him rather than being fucked, the way Dew'll stretch them out until Aether can feel just the ache of it.
Aether's nails are pleasant and dull against his scalp and Dew makes a noise of contentment, bobbing his head just enough to feel the length of Aether's dick fully, emulating the way that Aether had fucked his face earlier.
"Yes," Aether hisses out, tight and through a shuddering breath as he rocks up into it before fucking himself down on Dew's fingers, not enough to overstimulate himself, but enough to feel the pressure, building in his belly.
Dew hollows his cheeks, slurps noisily around his dick, the sound louder than the squelch of his fingers, and Aether's moans go high and tight as his thighs shake and shake and shake.
As Aether comes, Dew vigorously sucks on his dick, pressing his nose right into his pubes once more as he curls and uncurls his fingers inside his cunt—he doesn't go too deep, just enough for him to be full, to give him something proper to squeeze around and when Aether starts making noises that sound pained, Dew is pulling his fingers out, mouthing one last kiss to Aether's twitching dick before he's surging upwards.
Aether welcomes him into his arms, tilts his head up into each of Dew's little kisses against his face, draws the fire ghoul into a messy and open mouthed kiss, sharing the taste of him back and forth for a few, very long minutes.
At some point, they part, and Dew rests his forehead against Aether's, but he's not sure of the passage of time, things syrupy and hazy surrounding the two of them as he grins down at Aether.
"Hi," he mumbles somewhat stupidly, tongue feeling thick in his mouth and Aether laughs, draws him into another kiss as time continues to ooze around them.