Between the Sheets

Phantom was lying on his stomach, flipping through the apps on his phone when a message pinged in the group chat. From just the preview image alone, the Quint's jaw dropped.

"Oh. My. God. Holy fuck."

Dew was sitting in a chair by the bed and looked up from braiding his hair for the night with a playful scowl. "Bug, language!"

"But look!" Phantom protested as the Fire Ghoul climbed up onto the bed, playfully swatting the rhythm guitarist with his tail as he straddled Phantom's hips.

"Holy fuck…"

"That's what I said…" The two of them watched the beginning of the video, with Rain stroking his body, pushing that thick toy against his slick entrance as he rubbed himself against the filthy jersey. Phantom loosed a pathetic little whine, chubbing up in his pajama pants. Dew could smell the little Bug's arousal; he was turned on too, and wanted to use this opportunity to its full advantage.

"Back it up a little, Bug," Dew's voice was hoarse with lust as Phantom did as he was told and arched his back, pressing his ass against the growing bulge of the Fire Ghoul's cock.

"The video, smartass," Dew smacked one of Phantom's cheeks with the flat of his palm. Phantom rewound the video a bit. The guitarist tugged down their pajama bottoms—just enough to gain access—sliding his leaking cockhead against Phantom's already-slippery rim.

"Rainy's little show must have really wound you up, huh. Bug? Didn't get enough fun last night?" Dew's voice was teasing as much as his shaft was bumping against Phantom's winking rim, so ready to slide home and be buried to the hilt.

"Y-yeah… fuck… Dew…" Phantom's hands were shaking, trying to hold it steady as the Fire Ghoul pressed his hips forward, alternating between watching himself sinking into Phantom's tight hole and Rain fucking himself with that knotted dildo.

“Hold it higher, Bug, can’t see," Dew's low murmur sounded above him, angling his phone so they could both watch Rain come apart; as he was coming apart just as hard on Dewdrop's rigid cock.

"Mmm… Dewy…" Phantom's mind was short-circuiting, overstimulated with pleasure from all sides. His own stiff length was trapped between his body and the mattress and every roll of the Fire Ghoul's hips had him groaning.

"I didn't even need to prep you," Dew purred. "Just like Rainy and that toy… so slick and ready for me."

Rain's high moans were tinny through his phone's speaker, but they were definitely doing their job as Phantom keened, eyes glued to the screen where the pretty Water Ghoul was bouncing on it, his cock dribbling prejack like a faucet. Rain must have been so sticky and sweaty and horny and full—taking the whole length and the knot at the base; Phantom was going to have to ask to borrow that toy one day soon.

Dew's hips ground forward against Phantom's ass, sinking into that clenching heat. He couldn't deny that the video of Rain pleasuring himself was doing something to his nerves too—and getting to do Phantom about it was the best medicine.

"Mmm… fuck!" Phantom whined, his tail thwapping gently against the bedspread as Dew gripped his hips tighter, resting his full weight on the Quint's body as he rolled his length in and out of the rhythm guitarist's clenching hole. Dew tried to match his thrusts to Rain's on the video, hearing the little Bug echoing the slutty bassist's salacious moans.

"You like that, Phant? Seeing Rain wrecking himself on that toy?"

"Mm-hmm-mmm!" The rhythm guitarist's jaw was slack, throbbing at their own private show being put on by the sexy Water Ghoul. Slick was coating Phantom's inner thighs almost as much as Rain's and the squelchingly hot thrust of Dew's own movements mirroring that toy was making Phantom's climax rush up to meet him like a freight train.

"Gotta take the knot," Rain whispered breathlessly over the speaker, almost drowned out by Dew's own ball-slapping pace against Phantom's ass. "Dew, you gotta make me take it! Gotta cum on it!"

"You gonna come with him, Buggy?" Dew rasped, fucking Phantom even harder just to get the easy rhythm guitarist to spill. Phantom nearly fumbled his phone as he tensed up, feeling Dewdrop's fangs gnawing into his shoulder as the Fire Ghoul humped against him, knowing that the overstimulation would undoubtedly push Phantom over the edge.

"Ohh! Ohh-fuck! Fuck!" The Quint shuddered, his cock blurting a warm sticky streak against the hotel sheets as Dew's hot load pumped into him, holding him down and rutting against his sweaty ass as the two of them came together with Rain panting through the speakers, his own tail-curling orgasm shooting through him as he shoved that thick knot into his stretched out hole.

The Quint collapsed to the sheets, panting and spent as the video continued to play: Rain getting a text and looking sheepishly into the camera. "Oopsie…"

"Oopsie is right, Bug. Look at the fucking mess you made!" Dew chortled, sliding out of Phantom's messy hole and putting his clawed weight on the globes of the rhythm guitarist's ass, holding his stomach against the quickly-cooling smear.

"Ah! Dew!" Phantom leapt up, abruptly locking his phone as he chased the Fire Ghoul into the bathroom. They could at least get wet and messy in here without ruining any more sheets. The guitarist ran the shower and tugged Phantom through the curtain and against his slippery warm body.

"Wanna show me some more of your tricks from last night?" Dewdrop arched an eyebrow and Phantom backed him up against the chilly shower wall with a searing kiss, rubbing their stiffening cocks together in his dexterous fingers.

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Mountain had just gotten out of the shower when his phone chimed. He flipped it over from its place on the counter and glanced at the message in the group chat—from Rain. He thought nothing of it as he opened the video, his body flushing with freshly-showered sweat as he watched Rain pleasuring himself.

The volume was low enough to be discreet, but loud enough for him to hear every pant and squelch as the Water Ghoul rode that delicious toy. Hearing his and Storm's names as the bassist sank down against the knot made his blood flare hot enough to almost dry his fur completely.

The drummer stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his hips and steam rising in a cloud around his horns, phone clutched in his hand.

"Hey, Stormy, did you-?" The Air Ghoul glanced up, red-faced from his phone, reclining against the pillows on the freshly-made hotel bed. "I'll take that as a 'yes'." Mountain chuckled as he sat on the edge of the bed and took the keyboardist's hand.

"I almost wanted to watch it together, but I couldn't help myself," the drummer chuckled, glancing down to the filled-out chub in Storm's sweats. "Neither could you, I see."

"Mount…" The desperation in Storm's voice was evident as he dragged his gaze down the Earth Ghoul's damp, muscled frame. Mountain's own eyes were hungry verdant pools as he leaned forward to capture Storm's lips in a lingering kiss.

"Want you to fill me up, baby. Like Rain and that toy." The Earth Ghoul's words were whispered as if they were in an unholy chapel instead of a modest hotel room, but the tone in his voice and the pleading look in his eyes snapped something hot inside of the Air Ghoul and Storm rested a hand on the knot of the towel around Mountain's waist, tugging him forward.

Their lips brushed again as Storm rasped in that low, tail-curling timbre, "Then take this thing off and let me make a proper mess of you."

The towel fluttered to the floor from Mountain's long trembling fingers.

The Air Ghoul rumpled the bed up a little by yanking two of the pillows into his lap, positioning the drummer's spread legs on either side. He had Mountain recline and then hefted the Earth Ghoul's hips up across his thighs too, circling his arm around Mountain's waist, that already-dripping hole at perfect teasing height.

The drummer swallowed thickly, neck craned so he could see Storm's drooling tongue let a thread of unneeded saliva drip against his twitching pucker.

"As fresh and wet as a spring," the Air Ghoul chuckled deeply, his hot breath tickling between Mountain's slack thighs; making the drummer shiver and groan before he lowered his mouth to the Earth Ghoul's hole.

"Gnnrgh…" Mountain was panting already, eyes slipping closed as the keyboardist lapped at him. The drummer was never one to shy away from a little attention, and if he was being honest, seeing Storm lavish dirty words and that thick piece of flesh onto Rain the night before had made him more than a bit jealous.

They—he and Storm—had been getting closer over the weeks that the new-ish Air Ghoul had joined them on tour; so seeing Rain monopolize any amount of Storm's time made the drummer feel like his bones were itching. He wanted to be the one that Storm paid attention to. He wanted to be the one that Storm spoke to in that gruff, beautiful timbre that got Mountain's tail curling and his body clenching, ready to be filled at a moment's notice.

To be frank: He wanted Storm all to himself.

And now that they were alone in their hotel room—and because of Rain's dirty little video—he was getting his wish in spades.

Storm's tongue dragged firmly against his rim, messy and wet, licking up the Earth Ghoul's already-dripping slick from his taint to his balls. The drummer's legs twitched held aloft by the Air Ghoul's strong arm, pressing Mountain's lower back against the pillows and his belly.

But like the princess and the pea, Mountain could swear that he felt the telltale swell of Storm's fat rigid cock pressing up against him through two pillows and the Air Ghoul's sweats; and the drummer was more desperate for it than ever.

"Stormcloud… want you…" Mountain slurred, mouth full of drooling need. The keyboardist raised his face from where it was buried between the Earth Ghoul's legs, chin shiny with slick.

"I've just started, sweet pea, and you're already begging for my cock?" Storm teased. There was something about being alone with Mountain—a soft, submissive, begging Mountain—that brought out his cheeky teasing side; wanting to please this sexy Earth Ghoul until he couldn't stand up.

"I know, just… need… more…" The drummer's eyes were swimming in lust.

Storm smirked. "You want my fingers then? Want me to stretch out this pretty wet little hole for my thick length?" The Air Ghoul didn't wait for Mountain's delirious answer before he was already squelching two meaty digits into the drummer's slippery channel, still flicking his tongue against the rim, circling and fucking his fingers against the Earth Ghoul's fluttering walls.

"Nnngh, fuck, Stormy!" Mountain's eyes were wide and damp, whimpering as the keyboardist's arm hefted him up and closer to the Air Ghoul's licking mouth. Mountain's thighs gave another strong involuntary twitch as he went boneless against the mattress.

Oh, this was getting dangerous.

"Mmm… fuck…"

"Such dirty words coming from such a pretty mouth," Storm rumbled above him, scissoring his fingers and letting another glob of saliva drip onto Mountain's pink rim—as if the gushing Earth Ghoul needed any more help with lubrication. "We'll see if you can even make any noise when you're stuffed full of me."

Mountain fell silent at that, his filthy daydreams blotting out any word formation in his brain for a moment. Storm's cock. Stormy's thick perfect cock spreading his walls apart, filling him—stuffing him full.

Mountain couldn't wait to feel it for himself.

He wiggled, managing to slip free of Storm's grasp on his hips and slid down the rest of the way to the mattress, leaving an undignified smear of slick against the pillow. The Earth Ghoul got his feet underneath him and rolled over onto his stomach, pressing his hips back, chest pushed against the sheets, his tail arched up over his back in blatant, dripping invitation.

"Come on, big boy," Mountain's voice was edging on a whine as he glanced up at the Air Ghoul with big doe-eyes rimmed with dark lashes. "Fill me up good."

Storm couldn't possibly say 'no' to such a tempting display, rucking his sweats off and slotting his hips against Mountain's supple ass. The drummer was so wet, barely stretched out but ready nonetheless. Storm could have spent hours easing Mountain open for him, watching that neglected cock leak pre against the fur on the Earth Ghoul's stomach; making a mess of his happy trail while he was turning Mountain into his own whiny puddle.

But the need in the drummer's voice drew him forward like a spell, made him want to sink in up to the hilt and stay buried there forever.

"Okay, Mounty," he acquiesced, placing his large warm hands on the Earth Ghoul's hips. "I'll give you what you want. I'd ask if you were ready, but I think we both know the answer to that question." Storm bumped the swollen head of his cock up against Mountain's rim, watching as the Earth Ghoul's muscles clenched in anticipation.

"Relax for me or I won't be able to get it in…" The Air Ghoul rubbed easy circles into the drummer's dimpled lower back, petting the base of Mountain's tail, feeling the Earth Ghoul try and relax against the mattress, letting his muscles go slack, breathing slow and deep through his nose.

"That's it…" Storm guided the tip of his shaft into Mountain's slick hole, holding his breath for a moment as he eased his hips forward, letting the Earth Ghoul's body smoothly draw him in.

"Mmm… You sure know how to spoil a Ghoul, Stormcloud," The drummer shifted and sighed, taking a full breath before sinking his knees even further against the sheets.

"I haven't even begun to spoil you, sugarplum," Storm groaned, tugging Mountain's hips back a bit more, enough to sink inside even further; but he still hadn't bottomed out. The Air Ghoul took his time, letting Mountain's body adjust to his sizable girth. He knew he could be a lot for most Ghouls, and the drummer was no exception.

"-feel so full…" Mountain groaned, his head lolling against the sheets, horns scraping the fresh linen. He clutched the crisp fabric with his clawed fingers, trying not to damage anything; Perpetua would have a fit if any of them wrecked another hotel room. But he couldn't help it. Storm felt like he was all the way inside, this toe-curling fullness, this thick, deep, soul-numbing stretch had him leaking against the sheets even more than he already was.

"And that's not even all of it. You're close though," Storm let Mountain's tail drag smoothly through his fingers, watching as the determined and cock-drunk Earth Ghoul pushed his ass back against the keyboardist's stiff shaft with a filthy little groan.

"Hnngh… fu-uuck…" Mountain finally felt the squish of their skin connecting—his backside with the cushion of the Air Ghoul's adorable belly—and he bit his lips between his teeth at how much better it could get; having Storm buried to the thick, veiny root inside of his sensitive channel.

"There you are…" The keyboardist's words were simultaneously adorable and dirty, and it made Mountain clench, which made him groan against the sheets with renewed pleasure. Storm's hands found the handles of his hips, squeezing and pulling Mountain back even more, grinding deeper before easing out and sliding right back in up to the hilt.

Oh, sweet Lucifer, this sexy, sturdy Ghoul was going to be the death of him.

The Earth Ghoul mewled as Storm wound his flicking tail around one thick forearm, tugging Mountain's ass back against his slowly rolling hips, making the pressure build in the drummer's body like a time bomb. The Earth Ghoul felt stretched and indescribably full as Storm began a deep, stately pace. It made Mountain's body flex, keening low like a helpless animal as this gorgeous Air Ghoul took everything he wanted.

"Wanna see you come apart beneath me, Mounty…" The keyboardist's words were whispered close to his ear, Storm having folded himself over Mountain's prone body, his lips grazing the shell as gently as dew resting on moss. Their coupling was nothing like the night before with everyone; one group of hedonistic Ghouls all there to see and be seen, to claim and be claimed—in Rain's case.

The coming together of these two Ghouls was the perfect storm—pun intended. Mountain's breath was stilted, hitching every time Storm moved his hips in a deep lazy grind against his backside. He felt like this thickness was bumping against his diaphragm, against his lungs; making every breath a wanton challenge. But the drummer wouldn't have it any other way.

And Mountain was coming apart. He was thinking back to the very few times that he'd bottomed for anyone, and this was by far his favorite cock to be split on. Storm was soft but dirty with him, teasing out his pleasure and giving him everything he could ever need. They were so in tune with one another, looking out for each other like none of the other Ghouls on the tour.

"Ahh… Storm… Stormcloud…" Mountain's voice was a breathy plea, not for the Air Ghoul to slow down, but to- "Touch me… please… need to feel your hand around me."

"That desperate to come already?" Storm's voice was a cascade of whitewater, a cool, deep stream that Mountain wanted to swim in and never come up for air. The keyboardist released Mountain's hip and dragged his clawed fingers down between the drummer's braced legs, feeling the Earth Ghoul's cock practically leap into the circle of his fingers.

Storm stroked him in time with his thrusts, gaining momentum and speed as he twisted his wrist at the shimmering head and plunged down to the root in one smooth stroke, making the Earth Ghoul groan into the mattress like a caged beast.

Fuck, it felt so good! Storm was holding him, pumping him, fucking him; making him feel so small and yet so wanted. The Earth Ghoul could feel tears stinging at the edges of his eyes, all of this pent up pleasure leaking out of him like his body was no longer under his control. He'd let Storm do whatever he damn well pleased at this point. Mountain was being dragged under, electric pleasure crackling between them; grey clouds wrapping the forest in their churning embrace.

Storm tugged on his tail again, timing what his hands were doing with those thick, deep thrusts. Pulling Mountain's hips back against him and squeezing his engorged cock at the base every time Storm drove his hips forward. Mountain was whimpering, begging, keening for his release but he also never wanted to come. He wanted to stay in this beautiful trance of desire forever, letting Storm rut into him so deeply, taking pleasure from his body that he knew would never run dry.

His lust and love for this Air Ghoul was as bottomless as the Pits.

"S-Storm… Stormy, oh, fuck…" Mountain's sigh was ethereal. He was delirious and quickly racing towards his inevitable peak, made all the faster by this delectable Air Ghoul's heavy breaths in his ear, the deep little oh's and ahh's that tickled the hairs on the back of his neck; the keyboardist's sonorous timbre like thunder in love with the tallest trees.

"Gonna spill for me, my beautiful buck?" Storm's hips crashed against Mountain's ass as he squeezed and stroked the Earth Ghoul in a tight fist, feeling Mountain's muscles clench around him, drawing him as deep as he could go and then impossibly deeper. The Air Ghoul came with a heavy groan as the drummer spilled across his fingers, splattering the sheets as Storm painted his fluttering walls with pearlescent heat.

Mountain collapsed to the bed, his spilled slick pooled cooling and sticky against the fur on his belly. Storm lay across his damp back, nuzzling the nape of the Earth Ghoul's neck with a low, comfortable purr, his shaft softening and slipping out to rest between Mountain's slippery cheeks as they caught their breath in the hazy afterglow.

"That was… so good…" the drummer said tiredly, stretching beneath Storm as best he could.

The Air Ghoul rolled off of him onto the cooler side of the bed. "Do you need another shower?"

Mountain shook his head. "Nah. I want everyone to smell what a good job you did tomorrow morning." The Earth Ghoul's lopsided smile made Storm blush, back to his normal, slightly self-conscious self.

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The next morning, everyone was late to breakfast. Rain was the first to appear, making himself a bagel with almost all of the smoked salmon on offer and cream cheese that was practically all hidden with capers and red onions.

He was just putting the finishing touches on his creation when Dewdrop and Phantom strode through the door. The two of them made a beeline for the Water Ghoul, whose tail flicked happily down the leg of his pants as Phantom squeezed him around the waist and Dew planted a sloppy kiss on his jaw.

"Thanks for the little gift last night, Rainy," Dew whispered, reaching down to grab a generous handful of Rain's supple ass. "It was very… inspirational."

"I can't believe you took that whole thing!" Phantom whispered sotto voce, pressing himself into the bassist's side and stealing a slice of smoked salmon from Rain's bagel. "Might have to let me borrow it one day."

"Only if I get to watch, Buggy," Rain cooed, kissing Phantom quickly for any residual salmon oil on those plump lips.

Mountain and Storm finally pushed through the door as Dewdrop was pouring himself a cup of coffee. "There's the other sleepyheads. How was your night last night?" The Fire Ghoul's waggling eyebrows left nothing to anyone's imagination.

Mountain was the first to answer, picking up a plate from the start of the buffet line. "Oh, we made our own fun without you all somehow," the Earth Ghoul said cryptically, making himself an egg white omelet with every vegetable on offer. He glided over and squeezed Rain's shoulders, leaning down to whisper, "You little miracle worker."

Storm raided the waffle station and while his was cooking, came over and hugged the Water Ghoul gently.

"Thank you," Storm whispered so quietly that only Rain could hear. "Your little gift uh… greased the wheels as it were with Mountain."

"Really?" Rain's eyes sparkled like sea glass at this little tidbit from the normally shy Air Ghoul. "Glad I could help then-"

"Would you all stop holding up the works? Some of us haven't even had a cup of coffee yet," Perpetua stood at the back of the line with his arms crossed, clearly the very last to wake up.