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Dew puts his guitar down and looks at the clock on the wall. He squints, trying to make out what the hands are saying. He knows he forgot his glasses, but it can’t possibly be…12:30? He came in here at 1pm, wanting to practice his lead part for a new demo that Papa was getting ready to record. He frowns, remembering that Phantom and Swiss had stolen the batteries out of the clock for some….some weird fucking prank they wanted to play on Aurora. Who the fuck really knows what those two get up to in their free time.
Dew picks up his phone, turning it over to see the time. 3 pm. His face breaks into a smile, reaching all the way to his eyes creating little crinkles in the corners. 3 pm means that extracurriculars around the Abbey are dismissed for the afternoon. It means a certain water ghoul is almost finished for the day.
Dew jumps up from his chair, picking his guitar up, unplugging, and placing it carefully back in its case. He’s less cautious with the rest of his things, throwing his sheet music haphazardly into the cabinet against the wall and snatching his jacket off of the couch in the corner. He throws it over his shoulders, but in his haste he misses and the jacket ends up over his head instead, getting caught on his horns and covering his eyes. Dew growls impatiently, ripping the jacket off his head and stuffing his arms into the sleeves before running over to the door, wrenching it open and darting out into the hallway.
A passing Sibling of Sin stops dead in his tracks, staring in surprise at the fire ghoul bursting through the door.
“Eh heh…Sorry, Brother,” Dew mutters sheepishly, pausing to straighten his clothes and sweep his long hair out of his face. He waits for the Brother to disappear around the corner before turning heel and speed walking in the other direction, breaking into a jog as soon as he’s certain that he’s alone.
He flies through the hallways, so excited he’s practically skipping. Normally Dew wouldn’t be caught dead skipping of all things, and he’s sure he presents a funny picture in his heavy Doc Martens, ripped jeans, and leather jacket covered in patches. The corridors are clogged with people moving from one place to the next as classes and meetings are dismissed for the day. Dew catches a sister’s eye, and she giggles behind her hand with her friend at the fire ghoul basically weaving and dancing through the bustling mass of Siblings. Warmth tinges his cheeks for a moment and he falters in his step, but he shakes it off.
Today is a good day, nothing is going to ruin today.
Dew crosses the courtyard and enters a walkway covered in trees and ivy growing over the worn stone walls, a quieter one than the organized chaos he had just left behind. He pauses for a moment, a slight shudder running down his back and he lets his breath out in a huff. He had scarcely noticed that he had been holding his breath during that traverse through the busy corridor he had just been in. Despite having the ability to play to crowds of thousands night after night, being in the crowd is another matter entirely. He takes another deep breath and continues on his way, this time choosing to pad more softly towards a door that is slightly ajar at the end of the hall. He stops at the threshold and opens the door quietly, peeking in through the gap.
“Do you want some help? Oh, no, you just want me to see? That’s very good! Well done.”
Dew smiles, warmth glowing in his chest at the sight in front of him. He isn’t really one for kits or children, personally. There’s nothing wrong with them, they’re great. But they are also loud, sticky, and touchy. What he is one for, however, is watching Rain with the abbey kits and children. The water ghoul loves kids and happily volunteers his time as the nursery art and music teacher for the little ones when the band is on their off season from touring.
“Rain! Rain! Lookit mine!”
“Yeah! Me too!”
Dew watches as Rain laughs and moves from one small table to the next, examining and praising each one of them excitedly as the kits and children show off their art to their teacher. Their little hands are raised high above their heads and they bounce eagerly on the balls of their feet. Tails for those that possess them swish happily when Rain smiles and coos and points out his favorite parts of each piece.
“Okay everyone! That’s all our time for today! I’ll see you on Friday, and don’t forget to collect and bring your leaves and flowers for our next project!”
Dew jumps aside as the door flies open the rest of the way, a wave of little bodies rushing through the door and into the courtyard to play in the afternoon sun. He peeks back into the room and watches Rain pad from one table to the next, cleaning up little messes here and there, before striding through the entry towards the water ghoul. His water ghoul. Dew’s boot squeaks on the hardwood floor, and Rain looks up at the sound. His eyes soften at the sight of the fire ghoul weaving his way towards him through the maze of tiny chairs and tables.
Dew pauses, restrained by the tangle of miniature furniture. He resigns his efforts and opens his arms looking at Rain with big, exasperated eyes. Rain giggles and strides over to the ghoul trapped in the middle of the room, long legs easily stepping over the obstacles separating the two of them. Rain steps into Dew’s arms and Dew trills happily, relaxing in the scent of petrichor and sea salt and holding Rain tightly. Rain slips into the embrace with a sigh, burying his nose in Dew's long golden hair and inhaling deeply. Their tails unglamour and twine together as they just hold each other for a moment.
“Hello, love.”
“Hi, Rainy,” Dew replies with a crooked smile.
“How was your day?”
“S’okay. Worked on some new music,” Dew presses his head softly under Rain’s chin. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” Rain murmurs into Dew’s hair.
Dew draws back, looking into Rain’s face. His eyes draw to a smudge of paint on Rain’s cheek and he chuckles.
“What are you laughing at?”
“You’ve got remnants of kid on your face, Tadpole,” Dew smirks, “Here, let me just–”
He licks at his thumb and reaches up to wipe away the smear of purple on Rain’s face. Rain chirps and leans into the pressure, pressing his cheek into Dew’s hand and Dew shifts to cup his face in his palm. He runs his thumb over a sharp cheekbone and his eyes explore his ghoul’s face again. That dark curly hair and the strong straight nose. The cerulean blue eyes, the creamy pale skin. Those full, soft lips.
Gods, he’s so pretty.
Dew moves his hand to gently hold around the back of Rain’s neck and pulls the taller ghoul down. He presses his mouth softly to Rain’s, planting a chaste kiss on the water ghoul’s lips. A quiet purr builds in his chest and he goes in for seconds, his mouth moving gently against Rain’s as he wraps his other arm around Rain’s slender waist, pulling him in closer.
Rain hums into the kisses, threading his fingers through Dew’s hair and cradling the small ghoul’s face in his hands. Dew leans into it, feeling emboldened, lips moving more fervently now. He slips his tongue out to run along Rain’s bottom lip, tasting freshwater and the remnants of some fruity flavor. He smiles against the other ghoul’s mouth, recognizing the hard candies Rain sneaks when he thinks the kids aren’t looking. The sweet taste spurs him on and he presses closer, bidding Rain to let him slip his tongue into his mouth.
“Love, this is my classroom, we can’t do this here,” Rain giggles against Dew’s lips.
Dew glances around before shrugging and resuming his attentions, “There’s nobody around, it's fine. C’mere…” He surges back up trying to capture Rain’s lips in another exuberant kiss.
“Dew…” Rain pulls back, his eyes stormy.
“Rain…” Dew throws his arms around Rain’s neck and reaches up on tiptoes to nip at his earlobe.
Rain reaches back to grasp Dew’s slender wrists, one in each hand, pulling them back from around his neck. He holds Dew’s hands captive between them, eyes glinting as he looks down at the fire ghoul through the dark curls framing his face.
“Dewdrop.”
Dew’s stomach swoops at his tone.
“Rainy,” Dew murmurs.
“Don’t Rainy me, Dew,” Rain says quietly. He bends his head down and plants soft kisses around Dew’s face.
“We can't…kiss… do this here. Smooch…someone…kiss..can come in…lick…and see us.”
“Rain–” Dew whines softly. He squirms and gasps quietly when Rain grips his wrists a little more tightly.
“Later, love,” Rain whispers in Dew’s ear, giving him a kitten lick around the shell before planting one last kiss on the tip of his nose, “Behave for me, hmm?”
Dew melts, nodding dumbly back at him. That irresistible siren nature always gets him. He’d do whatever Rain asks just for the privilege of receiving his praise.
“That’s my good boy.”
Rain lifts Dew’s hands to his lips, giving them each a soft kiss before releasing them back to the smaller ghoul. Dew squirms again and gives a little grumble. Rain winks, turns Dew around by his shoulders and gives him a gentle swat on the ass, nudging the fire ghoul towards the open door.
“C’mon, babe. I just need to stop by the library to return these books and then we can go home.”
“Yeah…alright,” Dew resigns, “But–here, gimme those,” he gestures to the stack of books Rain had picked up from his desk in the corner.
Rain protests, but only for a moment before handing them over with a smile, an ever-so-slight lavender blush tingeing his cheeks. Dew isn’t often soft like this, at least not around other people. This particular brand of chivalry is really only reserved for him, and he cherishes it every time Dew offers.
The two ghouls exit the classroom, rejoining the flow of people making their way back to their respectives dorms and rooms. Dew breathes out a quiet sigh of relief at the reduced crowdedness in the hallways. This is much better than how it was earlier. He shifts Rain’s books into the crook of one arm, reaching out to take Rain's hand and threads their fingers together. It's just simple and sweet, not an over-the-top public display of affection at all but Dew's stomach still clenches when he notices people glancing at their joined hands as they stroll towards the library. He ducks his head, hiding his face behind his hair as the tips of his ears heat up.
It’s stupid, this isn't something he should be embarrassed about. He loves Rain. It's just….feely and vulnerable. And there's people around to see it.
He considers pulling his hand away but feels Rain squeezing his fingers reassuringly and he glances up from behind his hair.
“Hey, you're okay,” Rain whispers, not wanting to call more attention to Dew and embarrass him.
Dew nods, huffing out his held breath and adjusting the books in his arm. He squeezes Rain's hand three times. I love you.
Three squeezes back. I love you too.
***
“I’ll be quick, just give me a second to put these back and then we can head home. Just stay here,” Rain leaves Dew at the library desk and disappears into the shelves.
Dew, of course, does not just stay here, and wanders off looking at whatever catches his eye. He meanders over to a corner where he finds Aether at a table surrounded by stacks of old tomes. He peeks at one on top: Magic and its Effects on Human Physiology.
“Hey, I need that,” The quintessence ghoul looks up over his glasses as Dew lifts the cover with a claw, inspecting the title page before letting the cover fall closed again.
“The fuck is all of this?” Dew eyes the stack of books closest to him, which when sitting on the table is almost as tall as he is.
Aether leans back in his chair with a heavy sigh. He perches his reading glasses up on his head and rubs his eyes with the heels of his palms. He gestures towards the books crowding the table.
“I’m doing research on a patient case. The poor fool tried to turn himself into an earth ghoul because he thought it would make his work as a groundskeeper easier. Turns out he used the wrong ingredients and mispronounced a few words and now I have a damn dryad hybrid in my infirmary. I have a dryad hybrid and his tiny coworker who won’t leave my office because ‘his idiot bitchass needs to be fixed yesterday cuz we have sapling trees to plant this week and I’m not fucking doing it all myself just because he’s a lazy piece of shit.’” Aether air quotes the last statement, imitating a slight New Jersey accent.
Dew’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline and he snorts quietly in an effort to stifle his laughter, “Mhmm…and Mountain didn’t have anything to say about this? Nothing he can do to help the guy change back?”
Aether huffs, planting his palms on the table and looking at the smaller ghoul with an eyebrow cocked, exasperated, “This is beyond Earth Magic. Herbs only go so far, Dew.”
Dew chirps and puts his hands up as if to concede, “Fair enough, big guy. Have fun with your books.”
Aether acknowledges him with a grunt, nose already buried back in the medical text.
Dew leaves him to his work, wandering away to go find Rain. He finds him deep in the stacks, reaching to place his last book on a high shelf. Dew notices Rain’s shirt riding up a bit with the stretch, revealing the lean, muscled plain of the water ghoul’s stomach and that little trail of hair that disappears beneath his waistband, and Dew just can’t help himself.
He slinks up behind Rain, wrapping his arms around him and running his hands under Rain’s shirt up his stomach and chest, purring. Rain jumps at the unexpected contact, emitting a surprised squeak. Dew grins into Rain’s back and gives him a little nip on his shoulder blade. It’s rare that he’s able to fully take Rain by surprise but it’s fun to take advantage of it when it happens.
“Are you serious, Dew? We’re in the fucking library,” Rain hisses over his shoulder.
“What? It’s not like anyone comes back here ever,” Dew whispers back, pressing in closer to roll his hips into Rain’s ass.
His heart beats hopefully as Rain leans back into the pressure, but it’s short lived as the taller ghoul spins to face him, grabs him by the shoulders and whirls him around to push him up against the bookshelf.
“I already told you, be good,” Rain murmurs, his face close to Dew’s as he tries to keep the huskiness from creeping into his voice.
Dew pouts and sticks his bottom lip out, “But your butt is so cute and you smell so good,” he pouts harder, taking full advantage of his big amber eyes “Can’t help myself.”
Rain chuckles, leaning in to plant a kiss on Dew’s forehead, “Patience, love.”
Dew’s eyes flutter shut and he moans quietly as Rain’s scent grows stronger with the increased proximity, his face flushing.
Gods, it’s embarrassing how easy he is for him.
“You’re not being fair, teasing me like this,” Dew mutters. His pupils dilate as Rain raises a hand to rest gently against his throat.
“I’m not being fair? I’m not the one trying to get in my pants in public spaces,” Rain smirks, “I thought you promised to behave. I told you to wait at the front desk, but now you are the one teasing me,” He squeezes lightly, and Dew gasps.
Dew whimpers when Rain backs away and holds his hand out towards the fire ghoul.
“C’mon, let's go home before we start fucking in the dusty bookshelves.”
“Who wouldn’t want to fuck in the dusty bookshelves?” Dew mutters under his breath.
Rain snorts, squeezing Dew’s hand as he leads them towards the exit.
***
Dew sits at the kitchen island in the ghouls’ den, kicking his bare feet dangling from the barstool while he watches Rain move around the kitchen. The water ghoul is assembling the ingredients for carbonara, Dew’s favorite, and his mouth waters at the smell of guanciale sizzling in the enamel dutch oven on the stove. Rain comes to stand in front of him, concentrating on whisking a mixture of egg yolks and parmesan cheese. A small furrow appears above his brow from focus. A silky black curl falls into his eyes and Dew is tempted to reach across the counter to smooth it away from his face. He resists, choosing instead to scroll aimlessly through his phone.
He’s trying to behave. He wants to be good.
After a short time, he peeks over his phone at Rain again. Now, the lanky ghoul is facing away from him, removing the pasta from the water and setting aside some water to add to the egg mixture later. Dew slides down from the stool, entranced by the outline of the muscles in Rain’s shoulders under his shirt, his shoulder blades prominent through the fabric. It wouldn't hurt to just…touch, right?
He pads around the island, standing behind Rain and pressing his forehead against the water ghoul’s back.With a soft chirp, he places his hands on his back on top of Rain’s shirt and begins kneading at the muscle hiding underneath. Rain's spent all day hunching over tiny tables to help tiny children and tiny kits. Dew would be remiss to let him finish out the day with soreness and knots in his back from teaching the little ones. He works quietly, the heat from his hands coaxing a low purr from Rain while he cooks as the knots unwork themselves one by one.
“Feels good, love,” Rain murmurs.
“Yeah?” Dew purrs, deft fingers busy pressing to the water ghoul’s muscled lower back.
Rain hums appreciatively, busy finishing cooking the spaghetti in the dutch oven before its time to add in the egg and cheese mixture.
Dew takes a breath, “...Wanna feel even better?”
Taking a chance, he slinks around to Rain’s front, between the taller ghoul and the stove.
He rests his palms on Rain’s chest and looks up, large eyes round and hopeful. Rain crosses one long leg over the other and leans forward casually with his hands on the counter, encasing the fire ghoul in a cage of his arms. He looks down at Dew, a smirk spreading across his handsome face and crinkling his nose.
“What did you have in mind?”
Dew reaches up on his tiptoes, pressing his lips to Rain’s neck. He mouths the skin there softly and nuzzles his nose into the scent gland just behind his ear, happily breathing in his favorite scent in the world. Rain rumbles low in his chest, pressing closer. Dew starts moving lower, traveling down to kiss over his chest, down to his stomach, slowly sinking down until he’s on his knees in front of Rain, sitting back on his heels. He looks up at the water ghoul as he runs his hands up Rain’s legs to rest on his thighs.
“Please?” Dew breathes.
Rain brings his tail round front between them, placing the spade under Dew’s chin and tipping his head back further to expose his throat.
“What do you want, Dew?” Rain asks quietly, eyes glinting.
Dew swallows heavily and exhales a shaky breath, “Wanna be good for you.”
Rain purrs, threads his fingers through Dew’s hair and gently pushes his head towards his hips. Dew grasps the back of Rain’s thighs and buries his face in Rain’s crotch, rubbing his cheek, nosing and licking at the fabric of his pants and breathing in deeply his concentrated scent. Dew whimpers as he mouths at the fabric and Rain’s cock semi-awake underneath. He licks along the zipper, feeling Rain’s cock stir under his tongue and he moans softly.
“Shhhh…If you want to do this then you need to be quiet while I finish making dinner,” Rain warns, pressing Dew’s face more firmly into his slowly growing bulge, gagging him.
Dew mewls quietly, now muffled, trying to reign in his noises. He wants to be a good boy, wants to be quiet like Rain told him to. He reaches towards Rain’s zipper but hesitates, looking up again.
“Can I?” He asks shyly, amber eyes peeking through his lashes.
Rain pauses what he’s doing, peering down towards Dew at his feet.
“Go ahead,” he nods casually before going back to working on the pasta.
Dew undoes the button and carefully pulls the zipper down. He leans forward to mouth at Rain’s dick through the patch of boxers peeking through the denim before pulling his length out. It kicks in his hand, exposed to the cold air, and Dew struggles to hold back a whimper at the sight of the small pearl of pre already beading at the tip. He gives the slit a little kitten lick, shuddering at the salty taste of Rain’s pre.
It coats his tongue and he whines quietly. Gods, so good.
Dew suckles on the head, feeling fuzziness begin to creep in at the edge of his consciousness. Another whine escapes his throat and he scooches closer on his knees, moving his tongue to lick along the shaft. The fire ghoul moves his head back, teasing the underside of the head with his tongue before sinking slowly down onto Rain’s length. It sits heavy on his tongue and his eyes slip shut as he moves gently up and down Rain’s dick.
He presses the tip of his tongue against the thick vein that runs along the underside and hollows his cheeks. He hears Rain curse quietly.
“Shit, Dewdrop…so warm,” He hisses under his breath, gripping the counter.
Dew hums, relaxing his tongue and jaw. His hands move around the backside of Rain’s thighs to grasp the taller ghoul’s round buttocks. He kneads into the flesh, moaning softly as he continues moving slowly up and down the cock in his mouth. On his knees at Rain’s feet is where he wants to be. This feels right. This is where he belongs.
Rain trills quietly above his head as he stirs the egg mix into the pasta. He places the bowl in his hand down on the counter and looks down at the little ghoul in front of him. Dew’s eyes are closed, eyebrows slightly upturned.
Rain reaches down, scratching lightly at Dew’s scalp behind his ear and rubs the base of his horn with a thumb as he stirs the pasta with the other hand. Dew purrs, nestling in closer while he lightly suckles on the length of Rain’s cock, still kneading the meat of his ass. He squeezes the muscle three times, trilling at Rain’s reply of three gentle tugs on his hair.
I love you.
I love you too.
The fire ghoul’s mind is blissfully quiet and happily floating in a cocktail of submissiveness and pheromones from the scent gland near the base of Rain’s dick.
“You're so pretty like this,” Rain murmurs, stroking Dew’s hair. He moves a finger and lightly traces along Dew’s lips stretched around his girth, shiny and slick with spit “Doing so well for me.”
Dew keens at the praise and he hears Rain groan low in his chest through the delicious fog in his mind as his mouth moves more exuberantly on Rain’s length, yearning badly to be deserving of his praise. He grips the taller ghoul’s ass closer with both hands, spindly fingers digging into the firmness of the muscle. More precum weeps from Rain’s dick and runs over the back of Dew’s tongue. He drinks it down, humming gratefully in his throat. Thank you.
Rain gasps at the tight, wet feeling enveloping his cock and his hips buck forward of their own accord, thrusting deeper towards the back of Dew's hot, silky mouth for a brief moment, touching his throat. Dew gags, whimpering and shifting closer once again as he straddles one of Rain's legs.
“Easy love, I’m still finishing up dinner. Don’t wanna drop something on my good boy,” Rain coos, his hand paused over the pot where he’s pouring the cooked guanciale and shredded parmesan into the carbonara, “No thoughts left in that pretty little head now, hmm? Just a nice warm, wet hole all for me,” he gives another shallow thrust into Dew's mouth.
Dew moans a sigh around the cock his mouth, trying to shake his head. He's floating, content in knowing he doesn't have to make any decisions or have any meaningful thoughts. Rain is here. Rain will take care of him.
Slick begins to soak into his boxers and through the haze he can feel his pussy leaking, lips swollen with arousal. A hint of desperation colors his cheeks and he begins to squirm around Rain's leg, wanting to sit down onto the water ghoul's boot and rub his pussy into it but needing to wait for permission. Dew is Rain's pretty, good boy after all, and good boys need to wait to be told what to do. He pulls back from Rain’s cock, looking up with wet eyes. He whines pitifully, words having already been lost to the fog of subspace.
Rain glances down, a thick eyebrow arched as he eyes the little ghoul squirming on his knees, “Do you need something?”
Dew whines again, gripping the fabric of Rain’s pants. His hips roll against the taller ghoul’s shin, despite his efforts to remain still.
“Dew, use your words. Ask.”
Dew shakes his head, a whimper spilling from his throat. There are no words anymore.
Rain chuckles, “Does my pretty dumb boy need some extra attention? I thought this was supposed to be about you making me feel good.”
Dew mewls, his hands shaking on Rain’s thigh, “P-please Rainy…” He chokes out, “I–I need you–don’t…tease…” he sniffs, tears welling in his rising desperation.
His hips roll again, a hint of embarrassment coloring his scent at the fact that he just can’t help himself. His ears redden with shame; he’s such a little slut.
Rain watches the fire ghoul affectionately. He’s trying so hard to be good and listen. Rain can smell the smoky desperation in Dew’s scent as the little ghoul at his feet tries to continue sucking on his cock like he’s supposed to; he’s trying hard to be obedient and not just hump mindlessly into Rain’s leg like he wants to so badly. He can also smell the slick leaking from Dew’s pussy, making a mess in his boxers. Combined with the rich smell of the finished pasta on the stove in front of him, it makes his mouth water. He shifts his foot to press his foot up into Dew’s cunt. Pretty boys deserve to be rewarded.
“Go ahead, love.”
Dew sobs with a garbled thankyouthankyouthankyou, practically melting down onto Rain’s foot and grinding into the leather, slick soaking through his jeans at the pressure and into the toe of the boot like some perverted kind of polish. His mouth goes straight back to Rain’s dick and he sinks all the way down to the base, licking and sucking with renewed fervor, grateful to Rain for allowing him to make the taller ghoul feel good, but also for the chance to make himself feel good as well. That wave of submissiveness, of being a good doll for Rain to use for his pleasure crashes over him and pulls him right back down to that comfortable warm space in his mind where he doesn’t think, he only feels and obeys.
He feels Rain change the angle of his foot to tilt up and Dew immediately begins grinding his clit against the rough rubber of the sole. The sweet sounds spilling from his mouth pitch up as Rain covers the enamel pot, sets it on the back of the stove and reaches down to grip Dew's hair with both hands, groaning and doubling over slightly. It’s not like Dew’s affections throughout the afternoon haven’t had an affect on him. The fire ghoul is still capable of being a siren in his own right, and now Rain’s cool, careful control is beginning to crumble as Dew’s enthusiastic, hot mouth and sinful noises break down his defenses.
Rain pulls Dew’s head away from his dick, and Dew whines sadly at the sudden emptiness. He looks up from between the water ghoul’s hands on his cheeks, eyes big and mournful. Despite the whimpers spilling from his throat at the lack of cock in his mouth, his hips continue rolling, the need to grind himself into Rain’s boot thoroughly out of his control.
“C’mere,” Rain growls as he bends down to scoop Dew up off the floor.
Dew just mewls, allowing Rain to manipulate his limbs and situate him on the kitchen counter. Rain steps between his legs, crowding into his space. Dew gasps as Rain reaches to undo the button of his pants and shimmies them down his hips just enough to reach into his underwear and rub at the wet little nub between his legs. Slick quickly covers Rain’s fingers and Dew cries out as his nerves light up with pleasure, rocking his hips forward into Rain’s hand.
Rain rests their foreheads together, breathing heavily. He flicks his tongue out, desperate to catch some of Dew’s taste on his breath between them.
“You win, Dew. You have me,” Rain murmurs, reaching in to mouth at Dew’s neck, inhaling his smoky scent and licking at his scent gland.
He pulls back, sealing his lips together with Dew’s, kissing him deeply. His tongue slips against Dew’s and the fire ghoul trills, his mind going quiet and fuzzy again, happy to have Rain’s hand on his clit and Rain’s tongue filling his mouth.
“You’re so good for me, love, so beautiful,” Rain whispers breathlessly, smiling against Dew’s lips when Dew keens at the praise, squirming in his hold and against the hand on his clit. He moves his hand lower to pet against the smaller ghoul’s folds and presses a finger against his hole. He moans at how soft and wet Dew feels against his hand. It’s so warm and silky, coating his fingers like a glove. Dew mewls into Rain’s mouth and wraps his tail around Rain’s waist, seeking grounding and subconsciously trying to pull the water ghoul closer.
Rain loves getting Dew like this: out of his head, pliant, relaxed, unburdened. His fire ghoul shoulders so many burdens from day to day, past and present. It’s good when they get a chance to be like this, together. He loves calling Dew his good, pretty boy and watching him get all soft and fall apart with his eyes glazed over. Dew might act loud and bold with everyone else, but Rain knows it’s just a front for the insecurity and anxiety that Dew knows he’s safe from with his water ghoul.
Dew whimpers as Rain takes his hand away, his hips hitching forward in an effort to try and follow the loss of pressure on his cunt.
“Nnno–”
“Shhh love, it’s okay. I’ve got you.”
Dew watches the taller ghoul take his cock in his hand and lube himself up with the not-small amount of slick glistening on his fingers.
“You’ve been doing so well for me, listening so nicely. Do you want something better now? Do you want me to fuck you, Dew?”
Dew looks at Rain with wide eyes, then looks behind him at the open doorway to the den. Despite the fog in his mind it slowly registers to him that even though it’s just him and Rain in the kitchen, someone could still walk through the door. It was one thing when he was on his knees sucking Rain’s dick, hidden by the kitchen island. This is the ghouls’ private wing, but someone could still see.
He wants to say yes, he wants so badly for Rain to finally shove his cock into his pussy and fuck him right here on the kitchen counter. But, Rain had also said that he didn’t want to do this where other people might see. Rain said no. Dew is a good boy, he wants to listen.
Distress creeps into his delicate features and he starts breathing rapidly, his tail unwinding from Rain’s waist and curling tightly around his own leg. This is a trap, a test to see if Dew really is as good as he said he wanted to be. But he wants this so much…
He whines, looking up at Rain with tears flooding his eyes.
“Hey–hey, what’s this? What’s wrong?” Rain cradles his face gently, pressing their horns together in comfort, “Breathe, babe. It’s okay.”
Dew chokes back a sob, tears now threatening to spill over. He tries to hide, his face burning with shame. He’s not a good boy.
“S-someone might see…y-you said in private. W-wanna be good,” he mumbles, sniffling quietly.
Rain’s eyes widen, seeing his love beginning to drop, and he crushes the little ghoul into his chest, pressing soft kisses to the top of his head.
“Oh, my love,” He whispers into Dew’s hair, “You are.”
Rain pulls away to look Dew in the eye, “I’m so proud of you for listening and trying to be obedient. But you know what I did on the way here? I texted everyone and told them to get lost for the evening so it can just be you and me,” he smiles, winking and pressing a soft kiss to the tip of Dew’s nose.
“R-really?” Dew’s heart rate begins to level out again.
“Really.”
Dew releases a slow breath. He wasn’t bad. Rain is proud of him.
He’s okay. He’s safe.
He’s Rain’s good boy.
He relaxes in Rain’s embrace, a quiet purr kicking up in his chest at the feeling of Rain stroking a hand over his hair, scratching his scalp lightly with his claws. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, he feels the taller ghoul shift and lean back to look at him. Rain tucks a lock of golden hair behind his ear.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, we can just eat dinner and cuddle in front of the fire. Do you want to be done or…do you want to keep going?” Rain asks, brow furrowed. His eyes search Dew’s face cautiously.
Dew bites his lip, considering his options.
He peers up at the water ghoul, “Rainy…am I good…for you?” he chews on his lip, amber eyes big.
Rain nods sincerely, taking Dew’s hands and pressing them to his chest to feel his heartbeat.
“You are the best for me, Dewdrop.”
Dew makes a small noise in his throat and lifts his arms to wind around Rain’s neck. He leans in, brushing the tip of his nose bashfully against Rain’s before pressing his lips to the other’s softly. He sighs as Rain returns the kiss. The water ghoul moves slowly, trying to assure Dew that he's safe by allowing him to set the pace.
Dew chirps, scooching forward to hook his legs over Rain’s hips, wanting him closer. He grabs Rain’s hands and places them on his thighs, squirming and attempting to hook the water ghoul’s fingers into the waistband of his pants.
Rain gets the message, hurrying to slip Dew’s pants the rest of the way off his body and flinging them off to the side. He quickly shoves his pants down to his ankles, grabs Dew’s legs, and pulls the smaller ghoul in to wrap them around his waist.
Their lips collide and they melt into each other’s mouths, gasping and moaning, tongues dancing and sliding over each other. Dew mewls, eyes closed and eyebrows upturned, as Rain presses his hips into his and begins slowly sliding his cock through his slick, warm folds. The tip kisses his clit with every gentle thrust and Dew cants his hips forward, seeking more pressure and friction. They move together, hands exploring and removing any remaining articles of clothing.
“F-fuck, love, you feel so good,” Rain runs his hands up Dew’s back, holding him between his shoulder blades, pressing their chests close together. Skin to skin. He trembles with the effort to not just slide right into Dew’s warm wet pussy and take his pretty boy the way he so desperately wants to. He buries his face in Dew’s neck, licking and biting under his ear and along his throat, whining into Dew’s hot, smoky skin.
Dew shudders, feeling so small enveloped in Rain’s arms with the taller ghoul’s wide hands spanning almost the entirety of his back. His mind is blank save for his awareness of the fire and need burning in his gut.
“Please, Rainy,” he pleads, voice cracking with need as Rain thrusts his cock with more fervor against his cunt. It’s so messy, the wet sounds coming from between their bodies, sweaty from the heat of the kitchen, are borderline obscene with how slick they both are.
“Tell me,” Rain gasps, holding back with all the restraint he has. His hands grip Dew’s shoulder blades, hips bucking forward and causing his cock to catch on Dew’s hole before sliding up and nailing his clit.
Dew’s body jolts at the sudden zing of arousal. Overwhelmed, the tears finally spill over, “Need it, pleaseRainyIneed–Ohhh, '' he moans high in his throat as Rain finally pushes in, sliding all the way home in one go. Finally.
He throws his arms around Rain’s neck, fingers weaving through the water ghoul’s curly black hair as Rain cries out at how tight and warm feeling Dew’s pussy is clenching around his cock. He starts thrusting, eyes screwed shut, and Dew clings to him for dear life as his hips pick up speed. The water ghoul grasps Dew’s hips and moves him against the motion of his thrusts. He pushes Dew away and then pulls him back as he snaps his hips forward, groaning and whimpering with each impact. Dew lets him, his breaths coming in punched out gasps and moans as each thrust hits that spot that lights up his nerves and leaves his gut tight and hot. He can feel how tight his cunt is and it makes Rain’s already impressive cock feel huge.
The knot in his stomach begins to tighten, and he rolls his hips forward to grind his clit on Rain’s little trail of hair. The muscles in his gut tense, Dew moans and squeezes the back of Rain’s neck to get his attention. Rain pulls his face from the crook of Dew’s neck, breathes coming in pants. His hair is sweat soaked and messy, his cerulean eyes blown out and wild with lust.
“Nnneed to cum,” Dew’s gasp cuts off with a whine at a particularly deep thrust, “C-can I cum? Been goo–ahhhh!” He cries out when Rain wholly picks him up, supporting the little ghoul’s body as he bounces Dew on his cock, reaching a new level of depth.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. So good for me. M’so close, Dew. Come with me,” Rain’s hips begin to falter in their rhythm as his balls draw up against his body and he fucks into Dew’s cunt harder, chasing his end.
Rain lunges forward and crushes their lips together, whining and trembling against Dew’s mouth as he grips his claws into Dew’s waist and slams home one last time, grinding his hips hard into Dew’s clit and triggering the fire ghoul’s own release as his cock pulses and fills Dew’s cunt fluttering and clenching around him, squeezing him impossibly tight, milking him for everything he has to give. Dew comes undone with a gasp and a gush of slick, his body seizing and legs shaking around Rain’s waist. His eyes roll back in his head and he’s pulled under by the weight of his orgasm, his vision growing dark and his hearing muted.
***
Rain comes down first, supporting Dew and petting over his sides as the little ghoul whimpers and shudders in his hold. He winces with how tight Dew still is as he slides out slowly, heart clenching at the sad sounds that fall from Dew’s lips at the loss. Dew’s tail comes to wrap around his arm and Rain kisses him in between his horns as he scoops Dew up behind his back and under his knees and sinks slowly to the floor, leaning back against the kitchen cabinets and cradling Dew in his lap. He holds him close and murmurs quiet praises into the fire ghoul’s golden hair, telling him how beautiful he is, how good he is. He purrs as Dew stirs and nuzzles into his chest, enjoying the warmth and the closeness as he comes back to consciousness. Dew peers up at him, blinking the oncoming drowsiness from his amber eyes. He trills softly, reaching up to cup Rain’s face before closing his eyes and nestling back down in the larger ghoul’s chest, not quite ready for real words just yet.
Rain chirps in reply and bends his head down closer to his ghoul’s face. He plants gentle kisses on the tip of Dew’s nose, followed by his forehead, and lastly, his lips. He smiles when he feels a small, warm hand squeeze three times into the muscle of his chest right over his heart. He puts his hand over the fingers splayed on his chest, squeezing three times in return.
I love you.
I love you too.