Ghoul Slime

Instead, Aether latches onto the meat of his thigh and sucks. He doesn't stop until he leaves a mark, red and purple and slowly turning darker. Aether licks over the mark with his tongue, trails a wet circle around the bruise that's starting to form. He kisses the mark once more and turns his attention to the other thigh, peppering the expanse of skin with more kisses and wet licks. More bruise marks sucked into skin.

"Aeth," Dew gasps as Aether blows cool air across another fresh kiss mark dotting the soft, sensitive skin of his inner thigh. "The fuck are you doin' down there?"

Aether just hums and continues making a mess of Dew's thighs.

"Love your legs," Aether says, soft and reverent, and then licks a filthy wet stripe across Dew's skin, pausing to dip the tip of his tongue into the place where his thigh and hip meets.

"Perfect fucking thighs," he continues, licking the other side of him, exactly the same. "Just the right amount of meat right here," he says, punctuating himself by squeezing the thickest part of Dew's thighs with each hand.

Aether mouths at him some more, taking his time to trail his tongue up the crease of Dew's hip and back down again.

"Nnngh," Dew groans, "Aeth, you're gettin' me all wet down there."

Aether chuckles and presses his lips to Dew's thigh for the hundredth time. He lets go of one leg and taps the pad of his pointer finger to the glistening tip of Dew's hard little cock. A quick little pat, just at the slit, where a pearly bead of precum has gathered.

"Already pretty wet down here, if you ask me," Aether says, lips ghosting the skin of Dew's thigh once more.

Dew groans at the joke, but rolls his hips just the same, chasing more of Aether's touch. But Aether loves to tease, so instead, he moves his hand away to slide up the length of Dew's other thigh, holding slim legs open to continue mouthing at him as he pleases.

"C'mon, Aether," Dew all but whines, "if you're gonna be down there at least jerk me off a little."

Aether smiles against his skin, lets his tongue dart out again for another taste, just the tiniest lick.

"Nope," he answers, and continues to nip at him.

Dew clicks his tongue in mock annoyance and does his best to try and sit up far enough to gnash his fangs in Aether's general direction.

"Oh, you wanna bite now, do you?" Aether asks and then sinks his fangs into the tender meat of Dew's thigh. Bites down just on the wrong side of gentle, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough that Dew draws in a sharp, surprised gasp and falls back to the pillows. His face goes red and Aether can't help but take another bite, to nip sharp teeth into soft flesh just as Dew covers his face with his hands and lets out a low, shaky moan.

Eventually, Aether does suck him off. He trails wet kisses up Dew's leg, stopping to lick and bite and squeeze, until he hits the crease of Dew's hip. And then he's licking his way up, trailing his tongue up the valley of Dew's pelvis. When he finally swallows him down, he grabs a handful of thigh in each hand and presses his legs open nice and wide.

Dew's already close as Aether sinks down far enough to take his whole length, and the way he grabs and squeezes and massages the meat of his thighs as he bobs his head up and down his shaft has him trembling. Aether's big hands and strong fingers squeezing and pawing at him. Dew's sure he'll have bruises later - a perfect imprint of Aether's fingerprints to match the hickeys he sucked into his skin earlier.

He cums down Aether's throat at the thought of it, at how messed up he's sure to look when they're done. His body visibly marked up. Claimed by Aether's lips and teeth and hands.

Aether dutifully swallows down every drop, presses a gentle kiss to the tip of Dew's softening cock, and heads right back to mouthing at Dew's parted thighs. Dew cranes his body up far enough to glance down between them, and sure enough, he can see Aether's hand moving in between his own legs, fondling himself as he licks and sucks at the soft meat of his thighs.

"Fuck," Dew whispers, watching Aether jerk himself faster. He'll never get tired of seeing how crazy Aether goes for his body, at how he finds new ways to love every single inch of him, completely unashamed in his reverence.

Dew watches, jaw slack, as Aether's body goes rigid and shudders. The bigger ghoul presses his face into Dew's thigh and groans, long and loud, as he cums into the sheets below them.

Instead, Aether latches onto the meat of his thigh and sucks. He doesn't stop until he leaves a mark, red and purple and slowly turning darker. Aether licks over the mark with his tongue, trails a wet circle around the bruise that's starting to form. He kisses the mark once more and turns his attention to the other thigh, peppering the expanse of skin with more kisses and wet licks. More bruise marks sucked into skin.

"Aeth," Dew gasps as Aether blows cool air across another fresh kiss mark dotting the soft, sensitive skin of his inner thigh. "The fuck are you doin' down there?"

Aether just hums and continues making a mess of Dew's thighs.

"Love your legs," Aether says, soft and reverent, and then licks a filthy wet stripe across Dew's skin, pausing to dip the tip of his tongue into the place where his thigh and hip meets.

"Perfect fucking thighs," he continues, licking the other side of him, exactly the same. "Just the right amount of meat right here," he says, punctuating himself by squeezing the thickest part of Dew's thighs with each hand.

Aether mouths at him some more, taking his time to trail his tongue up the crease of Dew's hip and back down again.

"Nnngh," Dew groans, "Aeth, you're gettin' me all wet down there."

Aether chuckles and presses his lips to Dew's thigh for the hundredth time. He lets go of one leg and taps the pad of his pointer finger to the glistening tip of Dew's hard little cock. A quick little pat, just at the slit, where a pearly bead of precum has gathered.

"Already pretty wet down here, if you ask me," Aether says, lips ghosting the skin of Dew's thigh once more.

Dew groans at the joke, but rolls his hips just the same, chasing more of Aether's touch. But Aether loves to tease, so instead, he moves his hand away to slide up the length of Dew's other thigh, holding slim legs open to continue mouthing at him as he pleases.

"C'mon, Aether," Dew all but whines, "if you're gonna be down there at least jerk me off a little."

Aether smiles against his skin, lets his tongue dart out again for another taste, just the tiniest lick.

"Nope," he answers, and continues to nip at him.

Dew clicks his tongue in mock annoyance and does his best to try and sit up far enough to gnash his fangs in Aether's general direction.

"Oh, you wanna bite now, do you?" Aether asks and then sinks his fangs into the tender meat of Dew's thigh. Bites down just on the wrong side of gentle, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough that Dew draws in a sharp, surprised gasp and falls back to the pillows. His face goes red and Aether can't help but take another bite, to nip sharp teeth into soft flesh just as Dew covers his face with his hands and lets out a low, shaky moan.

Eventually, Aether does suck him off. He trails wet kisses up Dew's leg, stopping to lick and bite and squeeze, until he hits the crease of Dew's hip. And then he's licking his way up, trailing his tongue up the valley of Dew's pelvis. When he finally swallows him down, he grabs a handful of thigh in each hand and presses his legs open nice and wide.

Dew's already close as Aether sinks down far enough to take his whole length, and the way he grabs and squeezes and massages the meat of his thighs as he bobs his head up and down his shaft has him trembling. Aether's big hands and strong fingers squeezing and pawing at him. Dew's sure he'll have bruises later - a perfect imprint of Aether's fingerprints to match the hickeys he sucked into his skin earlier.

He cums down Aether's throat at the thought of it, at how messed up he's sure to look when they're done. His body visibly marked up. Claimed by Aether's lips and teeth and hands.

Aether dutifully swallows down every drop, presses a gentle kiss to the tip of Dew's softening cock, and heads right back to mouthing at Dew's parted thighs. Dew cranes his body up far enough to glance down between them, and sure enough, he can see Aether's hand moving in between his own legs, fondling himself as he licks and sucks at the soft meat of his thighs.

"Fuck," Dew whispers, watching Aether jerk himself faster. He'll never get tired of seeing how crazy Aether goes for his body, at how he finds new ways to love every single inch of him, completely unashamed in his reverence.

Dew watches, jaw slack, as Aether's body goes rigid and shudders. The bigger ghoul presses his face into Dew's thigh and groans, long and loud, as he cums into the sheets below them.

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"It won't hurt."

It was a promise carried on a voice made rough from years of hand rolled cigarettes and a lifetime of sin Phantom would never find himself privy to. Unfamiliar to his ears yet capable of setting his mind at ease. Spoken to him with a sincerity Phantom had never found in a stranger, convincing enough he wanted to believe it, so when lips brushed the hinge of his jaw he gave a soft sigh of permission. Maybe it was the man's tone, or maybe it was the drinks the other man had been feeding him, whatever it was convinced Phantom to give himself up to the two strangers from the bar. 

A kiss on either side of his neck. Two mouths and four hands took their places in a manner that almost seemed practiced. Choreographed. Held between their bodies, there was nowhere to go, and the longer they kissed him the less he wanted to be anywhere else. Despite the unseasonably warm evening, and the growing heat radiating off his own skin, the pair seemed strangely cool in both demeanor and temperature, like they existed to balance him out—or that he was what was missing between them. It was hard to tell. 

And it hadn't hurt, mostly. Teasing or testing where top shelf alcohol blurred his line of common sense, the filed tips of enamel grazed his pulse on one side, and the crook of his neck on the other. Phantom's knees felt weak, and almost knowingly the two drew closer. Enveloped him between them as if to selfishly hide him from the world just feet away. It had started to feel like safety for a fleeting moment, but that didn't last. The pressure was what he felt first, then the sharp and undeniable sting of flesh being pierced. Phantom yelped in surprise mostly, only to be held tighter. The hand on his waist, fingers having snuck below the hem of his shirt to access that much more skin, stroked soft circles of reassurance into him. Coaxing compliance as the pain began to reach a peek, as the tears began to gather the sensation turned warm. It trickled before it began to course through him, gradual and then all at once, leaving him feeling strangely looser by the passing second. 

A set of teeth withdrew from his skin and a tongue ran languidly over the fresh wound in a manner Phantom might dare to call apologetic. 

"Shit Rainy….Think you might've given him a little too much." One of them mumbled between the slow strokes of his tongue. Phantom wracked his brain to find his name somewhere in his brain—Dew? "All I can taste is rum."

The other pair of teeth unlatched with a hot puff of air as he laughed, Phantom shuddered. 

"Maybe that's just how he tastes." He responded in a whisper as he took Phantom's face and turned it towards himself. In the dark, his blue eyes shown unnaturally. His lips, pouty and pink back in the bar, were properly red and curled into a serpentine smile. "Sweet, aren't you?"

Phantom blinked dumbly at the man stroking his jaw and cooing at him like some well trained lapdog. Somewhere, outside of the parts of him that existed solely for their touch, his dick was undeniably beginning to fatten up, or trying to at least. A whine caught in his throat, becoming a weak sound of need by the time it escaped. 

"You just like it when they taste drunk." Dew scoffed and reached for Rain, a tug at the front of his shirt was all it took to draw his lover in. Phantom watched their mouths meet in front of him, his blood turned the kiss filthy before it had even started, and once it did, it quickly devolved. Lips parted, tongues searching to taste their prey in each other. 

Rain's eyes cracked open. Caught Phantom in the act of staring, though ogling might have been a more appropriate word for whatever he and his glassy eyes were doing. He chuckled into the kiss Dew planted at the corner of his mouth.

"Look at him," Rain hummed and Dew's gaze of glowing embers found him. It felt like Dew was looking into him rather than at him. 

"Venoms hitting him hard."

"Think he likes it."

"Yeah-?" Dew asked, eyebrow arching towards him. Not necessarily looking for an answer, most definitely not expecting one, but getting one anyhow in the form of a barely there nod. Phantom wasn't a good liar sober, he was nothing but honest drunk, much to his own detriment. "Should be careful, kid." He leaned closer, close enough Phantom could smell the metal on his breath, the taste of his own blood dangled over him. His lips parted of their own volition, and Dew smirked. 

"Why…?" Phantom asked, tongue awkward and heavy in his mouth. It was the first sentence he'd managed in what felt like hours, even if it was a singular word. 

"There is such thing as too much of a good thing." Rain mused, wiping a finger over one of the still pulsing wounds on his neck to catch a bead of blood and bring it to his lips where he made a pleased sound after he'd licked it clean. "Venom is no good for humans like you."

"Leaves 'em all fucked up."

"Feels…S'good." His eyes, drooping already, were fighting against him. Ready to close and accept what would become of him. Eager to do it, in fact. 

"So good, doesn't it?" Dew's mirthful tone put a nervous, funny feeling in his belly. Something Phantom could more confidently label as arousal. Aided by the palm pressing to the front of his jeans, pressure applied to his barely half chubbed cock. Phantom moaned as he pressed into it. "Shouldn't give you too much more, you might get addicted to it, sweetheart."

"G—Give." He whined, his body already felt hot. It was on fire. He was burning up in this, in them, in their influence. "Don't stop."

"Oh Dew…" Rain pulled him back into his chest, arms wrapping around his midsection as he began to kiss over the wounds Dew left behind. They weren't bleeding as profusely as they had been, but they would be soon enough. "He wants us to keep him."

"Sounds like it." He squeezed at Phantom, and his cock valiantly throbbed in response. Still hard as ever despite the blood loss occurring. "Going to make such a good pet," Dew emphasized the sentiment by popping the button of his jeans. "That's why Rainy picked you. Knew you were going to be special."

Rain made a tuneless sound of agreement as his teeth slotted back into the space that he'd carved out with their first bite. Graceful fingers drifted down his chest to the opening of his pants, trailed through the sparse trail of hair on his belly and into the unruly bed of curls beneath it, and wrapped around his cock only to cause Phantom's words to fail him. His eyes rolled back, mouth dropped open to let out an unabashed sound of pleasure.

"Nothing's ever gonna feel this good again, bug." Dew warned and took a fistful of his hair, though he didn't pull. More so guided his head to where he wanted it. Exposing his throat once again. "We might just ruin you."