Ghoul Slime

It's thick, slurred, but he means it with all his heart. The summertime sunlight coats him in gold, blue-black waves sitting perfectly disheveled atop his tilted head and the hair between his thighs glistening with their combined excitement. There's a particularly playful glimmer in his eye, one he's had since Swiss woke up and found him casually humping a pillow with a pair of fat joints and a lighter in hand. He certainly wasn't complaining.

He just hadn't expected Rain to feed him both of them.

"Sure y'wont share, angelfish?"

Every one of his nerves lights up when Rain gives a soft chuckle, pulling the smokable away in favor of cupping Swiss' cheek. He leans into it with a happy sigh, nuzzling, scratching at Rain's palm with his stubble.

"Not today," Rain replies, easy as anything. Like he hasn't been straddling Swiss for the better part of an hour, in various stages of dress but never with pants on. "I just felt like helping you indulge."

"Awful kind of you."

It comes out as one mushed up word, and this time Swiss accepts when Rain offers him the joint. Takes a deep pull that makes Rain's mouth curl at the corners, makes his eyes flash and his cunt pulse. Swiss lets his eyes fall shut as his lungs fill, the world tilts, and his exhale comes with a deeply content groan.

"You're too good t'me baby," he purrs around the last wisps of smoke, watching them swirl on the warm breeze flowing past the curtains. Rain smiles, sparkling eyes going crinkled.

"Only because I'm selfish," he says, and another rock of those perfect hips send sparks cascading down Swiss' spine. "You get so hard when you're high."

His empty hand, the one that's been busy touching Swiss everywhere it can reach, slithers down his chest, his stomach, until -

"Oh shit."

He spits it when Rain's callused fingertips find the slippery head of his cock, only the tip of it exposed where it's nestled between Rain's lips. The wriggling tip of his tentacle joins Rain's thumb, and the sound Swiss makes when both appendages start rubbing at the tender underside could only be described as baleful.

Swiss feels his balls draw up, and this time the only thing that keeps him from spilling onto his belly is a sudden rush of unnatural, cool pressure in his groin. Swiss' eyes fly open, and Rain's smile shows his fangs.

"Uh-uh," he scolds, saccharine, thumb and tentacle not ceasing their pointed assault. "I'm not nearly done enjoying myself, so neither are you."

The sing-song tone belies the predator truly above him.