Spooks🦇

"That's it, sweetheart, suck it just like that," Swiss coos, sounding like all the world like he doesn't have his cock halfway down Aeon's throat. "So good, such a good ghoul for us."

Aeon's throat works around the intrusion, eyes watering and spilling down their cheeks as they fight not to gag. Swiss is too big for them to take comfortably, but the praise spilling from his lips hits the pleasure centers of their brain the same way Dew fucking into them from behind does. Their eyes roll back as they're pushed and pulled between the older ghouls.

They moan, gurgling, as Dew slams hard into their cunt. It shoves them further down onto Swiss's cock. They gag hard, eyes wide and glassy.

There's a laugh behind them, filtering through like Aeon's head's underwater. A sharp slap lands on the flesh of their ass. Aeon tries to yelp but can't.

"Such a needy slut," Dew cackles, draping his body over Aeon's back. Their sweat steams where their bodies press together, pooling in the small of their back. "Tight fucking cunt."

Each of Dew's thrusts knocks them forward, Swiss's cock lodging deeper into their mouth. Tears stream down Aeon's face and add to the slick mess of saliva and pre. Dew's sharp teeth nip at the shell of their ear, deftly avoiding Swiss's gentle hands. "He treats you too soft, voidling. Like you're glass 'bout to shatter. I know better," he snarls through grit teeth. "You're made of stronger stuff. You can take it like a good whore, can't you?"

Aeon can't answer even if they had the brainpower for it. For what it's worth, they're cockdrunk out of their mind. They blink up at Swiss with mismatched eyes, whining wetly as he fucks into their mouth, Dew pushing and pulling them between them.

One of Swiss's hands move down to cup their cheek, feeling it hollow under his palm as they suck mindlessly. He doesn't always wear his pleasure in his expression, so it fills Aeon with a deep, strange pride to watch his brow furrow and his teeth sink into his swollen bottom lip. His thumb moves, swiping something wet from their cheek.

"Just because you can take it doesn't mean you don't deserve to be treated nice, huh?" Swiss says, staring fondly down with pupils blown, irises a thin metallic ring.

Aeon whines, toes curling and claws digging into the covers as Dew's grip tightens and he yanks them back. His cock hits that spot that makes them see stars with deliberate, almost cruel precision. Their joints threaten to give out, hips starting to slump.

"Nuh-uh, none of that," he snaps, hauling their hips up and shifting the angle devastatingly. He snarls wordlessly, taking his pleasure from their body. "The voidling can take it. And they will."

He punctuates his sentence with an almost brutal thrust, shoving Aeon forward. They're not expecting it, and they weren't prepared to be shoved several inches further onto Swiss's cock.

Aeon's eyes go wide like silver dollars as their entire body protests, stomach churning. They shove frantically at Swiss's hip. They can't- They can't- They can't breathe and Dew's fucking them like he hates them and they're gagging and it's not stopping. Swiss is groaning like he's gonna cum and that's just gonna choke them even more and it's not hot that he's making them gag anymore and-

There's a rush of air into their lungs, and suddenly Swiss is completely gone, not touching them at all. Aeon coughs and splutters, a thick strand of saliva connecting their bottom lip to the tip of his cock. They pat twice at the mattress, unable to speak quite yet. Their wrists give out, and Aeon drops to their elbows as their chest heaves.

Vaguely, they're aware that Dew's stopped. Or at least slowed down. It's hard to tell with how desperately they're trying to catch their breath.

Big, warm hands cup their wet cheeks. "Bug, sweetheart, easy, that's it, so good for calling yellow." Swiss's voice filters in through the panic in their mind as their stomach settles. "That's it, breathe for me, okay?"

Aeon nods mindlessly, eyes squeezing shut as they focus on the warmth of Swiss's hands, of Dew's rubbing soothingly up and down their sides.

"Didn't mean to make you gag like that, voidling," Dew says softly, pressing a kiss to where their neck meets their back. His tail curls around their thigh gently, giving them the contact he knows they crave. "He's too damn big for his own good, isn't he?" he jokes lightly.

Aeon swallows, throat clicking as it works. Their jaw aches. They nod. Swiss scoffs playfully, still cupping their face. "I've never had any complaints when it's you in Aeon's spot, spitfire."

Dew huffs, never once stopping the motion of his hands. Aeon knows that he's rolling his eyes. "Not about that right now."

"Of course not," Swiss whispers, sinking down until he can press his forehead to Aeon's, their horns clicking together. "Hey, baby, how you feeling?"

"Fuck," they wheeze, wiping at their mouth and chin with the back of their hand. "Stupid fucking gag reflex."

"It's alright, buggy," Swiss chuckles, but his eyes have a hard glint of concern as he watches their face. "Should we get you laid out and comfortable, sweetheart?"

"Please," Aeon whispers in a rasp. Swiss glances up over their shoulder, having a silent conversation with Dew. He pulls out gently, both of them hissing with sensitivity. Dew keeps his hands on Aeon's hips, coaxing them to lay down, first on their stomach before helping them roll onto their side. His hands vanish, and so do Swiss's.

Before Aeon can even start to whine because no one's touching them, Swiss scoots to lay in front of them, chest to chest and murmuring soft praise into their hair. Aeon shoves their face into his collarbone as a warm weight settles behind them, Dew's nose nuzzling into their hair as he slips into their big spoon, legs tangling together.

"Take as long as you need, sweetheart," Swiss whispers, his breath hot on their scalp as it ruffles their hair. "You have all the control here. And if you want to call it a night, that's okay too."

"Just, just give me a minute," they nod, chuffing softly as they rub their cheek against Swiss's collarbone, Dew pressing warm kisses to the back of their neck. "Thank you."

"Don't thank us, voidling," Dew whispers, lips quirking up in a smile as it makes Aeon's ear flick against the side of their head. "We're meant to make sure you're good."

Swiss chuckles, kissing the crown of their head. Aeon basks in the closeness of the older ghouls, pressed up so tight to them that they can feel each of their hearts beating. "What Dew means to say, I think, is that you put so much trust in us. We're not going to take that for granted. Never. We both love you very much, Aeon."