Ghoul Slime

Aether had Dew in his lap, pale skin practically glowing in the low light from the windows. He kissed up his sternum, giving one of his nipple rings a tug with his teeth, before latching onto the soft skin between his neck and his shoulder.

Dew threw his head back. It felt weirdly intimate, strangely performative and Dew gave Phantom a hooded look with a smile as he groaned. Fingers tangled in Aethers hair, guiding him on exactly where to bite next. Maybe that was part of the performance too, it was no secret that Dew and Aether had claimed each other long before Phantom was summoned, but the show was in the almost perverse secret that was the physical act claiming each other.

“Need you-” there was a heavy pause at the end of the statement, like Dew wanted to add something on that was too intimate for Phantoms ears. Even Aether looked like a certain tension had deflated when he didn’t get to hear it. They were getting carried away, slowly forgetting they were showing off instead of being able to melt into the familiar trust that prying eyes couldn’t afford.

“How bad?” Aether tilted him back, slowly laying him onto the soft sheets while his hands practically engulfed his frame. “How bad do you need me baby?”

“You’re the only one i’ve ever wanted this badly”

Aethers eyes fluttered with a groan as he almost folded in on himself. The perverted part of phantom wondered if he could've come just from Dews sweet words alone. He hoped he could.

The other part had his dick twitching in jealousy. Sure, he would never be Aether, that much was never not obvious to him. But god he wanted to pound Dew into the mattress until he got words with some kind of similar weight. The idea of his senior Needing him. Only him. His cock twitched in his pants, letting out a small whine in time with Aether finally thrusting himself inside Dew.