helium

April 13th, 2019

Rain and Delta have been spending most of their time together since the former’s dramatic love confession. Neither have any regrets about their choice to let the other in; though different kinds of emotional turmoil are frequent visitors in both their minds.

But they ignore it all in favor of simply enjoying themselves and the other. Just like now—nothing but existing together in the practice room and talking about everything and nothing.

“How old even are you?” Delta asks, interrupting the silence that has fallen after they ran out of things to be said on the topic of the previous conversation. He surprises himself with the realization that despite knowing a lot about Rain, he has never asked him about that. Or found that out on his own. “You look young, even for a water ghoul.”

“Hm, born in fifty-seven sixty-nine, so that’s…” Rain trails off to count it in his head. His usage of the dating system from Hell makes Delta smile. “Three hundred and seventy-three, I think? Around that, so either way I’m basically a twenty-five-year-old by human standards, according to Mountain.”

“Your math is correct,” Delta nods, “and that is what I thought.”

“What about you?”

“Guess.”

“Uhm,” Rain hums, furrowing his eyebrows as he scans the other with his eyes, “six…seven hundred?”

“Lucifer, do I look that bad?” he laughs, but Rain’s face is already bright red with the embarrassment of his estimate.

“Sorry, I’m bad at guessing…”

“It’s quite alright; don’t mind my amusement,” Delta assures. “I was born in fifty-six ninety-three.”

“Please don’t make me count, I barely managed my own,” the water ghoul giggles, now hiding behind his hands.

“It’s four hundred and forty-nine. Basically a thirty-year-old by human standards,” the other clarifies, mirroring Rain’s own way of explaining it.

“Oh…” If he didn’t feel too bad about his guess at first, he feels absolutely terrible now. Delta’s barely any older than him, and yet he looks so…mature. “I’m sorry.”

“For what? It’s not you who made me look like a common middle-aged human.”

“I wouldn’t say common, either way,” the water ghoul shrugs, smiling shyly.

“Are you calling me extraordinary?” Delta teases and leans in close with a crooked smirk on his face.

“I guess I am,” Rain whispers, closing the distance between them and making their lips meet in a kiss. It’s nice until Delta suddenly grunts into it and pulls away with a grimace on his face. “What’s wrong?”

“Just a cramp, I apologize,” he mumbles, digging his fingers into his left thigh to massage it away. After a brief moment, there is some relief, and he returns his attention to the pretty little water ghoul in front of him. “Now how about I finish what I started?”

The other still has a chuckle on his lips when Delta presses his own against them again. This time it lasts longer. They both reach for the other; Rain tangling his fingers in Delta’s hair and holding him close by the back of his neck, and Delta with one of his hands cupping Rain’s cheek and the other on his waist.

They do have to part for breath, though, and when they do, the older ghoul is yet again distracted. More pain flares on his left, and he starts to feel lightheaded—and not because of Rain.

“As much as I’m enjoying this, Rainy, I believe I have to go,” Delta says with all but a clenched jaw, pulling away and out of the other’s arms.

“What? Why? Is something wrong?” he asks worriedly as the older ghoul stands up, heavily relying on his cane—he nearly falls back down with the first step he tries to take. Thankfully, Rain catches him midway. “Hey, are you okay? Delta, please tell me what’s going on.”

“I think I’m going into a sudden flare-up,” Delta sighs, as if that explains anything for the other, “help me get to the catacombs?”

Still, the water ghoul nods, trusting him, and adjusts his grip to properly support him. “Alright, let’s go.”

Neither of them says a word as they slowly make their way to the catacombs—Rain deciding not to pester the clearly in-pain ghoul with questions, and Delta unable to focus on walking and talking at the same time anymore.

Finally, they get to their destination and squeeze themselves through a tight passage behind an old, water-damaged cabinet. Rain takes in their surroundings: a falling apart shelving unit, a wooden stool, a mattress in a corner, some candles, and a few other—not quite spectacular—items. “Delta…this is where you’ve been living all this time?”

“Yes, I do realize I am in dire need of an interior designer,” the other jokes in a pathetic attempt to lighten the mood. He’s falling apart by the second.

“Lucifer, had I known I would have made you move into my room a long time ago,” Rain says, and he’s not exaggerating. Even though he’s spent most of his life living in literal Hell, how Delta hasn’t lost his mind in here is beyond him. He would take him to his room right now if not for the state he’s in.

His sentiment remains unanswered as the other all but collapses into what is supposed to be his nest with a grunt.

“Delta, what’s going on? I’ve never seen you like this.”

“That is because I never let you,” Delta chuckles, only to trail off into a pained groan. “It’s fine, Rain, you can go.”

He does not look even remotely convinced.

If only Delta had more strength in him to argue. He really doesn’t want Rain to see him in agony, as he is going to be soon. He will have no control over what he says when the hallucinations start, either, and he doesn’t particularly want Rain to listen to that. “It’s normal, I promise. Well, at least as normal as the whole…me is.”

“I’m staying, Delta,” Rain stands his ground, “just tell me how to help, what to do. Well, except for leaving.”

“You can’t really—” another wave of pain, “help. I think it’s the weather; storms cause this sometimes.”

Just when he finishes speaking, a loud thunder rumbles outside.

“That’s what I thought,” Delta sighs before immediately tensing and grimacing as more pain washes over him.

“Okay, I’m going to go only for a minute,” Rain mumbles hurriedly, getting increasingly upset by this entire ordeal; or rather, the lack of knowledge on what’s going on. The only idea he has is to do whatever he can to make Delta more comfortable, and that ‘nest’ of his is hurting the water ghoul’s eyes. “I’ll bring you some stuff for the nest, because there’s no way I’m letting you just lie in that.”

Delta opens his mouth to argue yet again, but Rain is gone before he can do that—and it is certain that he will come back just like he promised he would.

Instead, the older ghoul’s thoughts shift to the fact that he is being brought things for the nest. He is aware that courting traditions are currently the last thing on Rain’s mind, but it’s hard to ignore what it would have meant in different circumstances.

By the time the water ghoul is back, the storm has fully rolled in over them and Delta has gotten worse. He frowns as he sees the other writhing in pain and gasping as if struggling to breathe.

Rain runs over to him and surrounds him with the pillows and blankets he brought, but Delta isn’t even there anymore. Pain has fully taken over him and shoved his mind into some dark corner to protect him.

It’s horrible, but the water ghoul intends to keep his promise; he stays by Delta’s side, and despite his thrashing, holds his hand. A moment later, the ghoul’s own grip tightens to the point of digging his claws into the other’s skin.

Rain can’t hold back the tears that pool in his eyes, only to spill over and down his cheeks. He hates to see the man he loves in such a state; he hates that this was done to him, and he hates that he can’t do anything to help.

Minutes pass. The sounds of thunder outside lessen in frequency, but Delta doesn’t exactly get better as the storm rolls away. He stops getting hit with more pain every few seconds a while later, then he seems to regain control over his exhausted body—but it’s long before his mind comes back to him.

At one point, the fingers that were digging into Rain’s hand loosen and start working in a slow rhythm, as if to calm himself and get back in touch with reality.

Tap. Tap-tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap.

Another while later, Delta turns his head and finally looks at Rain, instead of beyond him. He even opens his mouth to speak, giving the other hope that he’s coming back to him—only for that hope to go up in flames, as the moment of clarity turns out not to be one.

“Don’t cry, my wildfire.”

Feet don’t fail me now Take me to the finish line Oh, my heart it breaks every step that I take But I’m hoping that the gates, they’ll tell me that you’re mine

May 3rd, 2019

Delta has gotten much more comfortable spending time in the Den, though only in Rain’s bedroom, as he still does not want to be seen by anybody else, and the water ghoul can only make the rest of his pack keep the common spaces empty for so long.

But they are both alright with it, even laughing a bit about regularly sneaking Delta inside. Of course, the pack noticed a long time ago that something was going on with Rain and tried asking him about it, but he dutifully continues to keep the secret. He only told them he’s good—happier than ever, even—so that they need not worry, and asked them to respect his privacy.

Their worry hardly went away, but they see that Rain actually is happy, so they oblige and mind their business.

Now, Delta is lounging on Rain’s bed and exploring everything that he’s missed on the internet in the last two years through the water ghoul’s phone as he’s showering. More things that he would have thought have changed since Delta had a phone of his own, and many new ones appeared; though most of them concerning at best.

Either way, he’s enjoying it. His scrolling of TikTok gets interrupted by the door to the bathroom opening and Rain walking out.

“You have to see this video, it’s terribly…” Delta begins but trails off when he looks up at the other—with his skin still damp and wearing nothing but pajama shorts slung low on his hips. Delta nearly starts to salivate.

“Terribly what?” Rain asks, clueless as to just what his current state is doing to the older ghoul. He walks over to him to take a peek onto the screen, but the moment he leans down enough, Delta throws the phone away and steals a kiss. When they part, Rain giggles, “What was that for?”

“Do you not realize just how attractive you are?” Delta replies with a question of his own, making the water ghoul roll his eyes and chuckle. “Besides, you are leaving tomorrow, so I must get my fill for the next few months.”

“Fuck, I forgot,” Rain groans, his smile fading, “ugh.”

“It’s alright; you will have fun.”

“I’ll miss you.”

“I know.” Delta smirks teasingly before going in for another kiss, which the other is happy to reciprocate again. As it deepens, the older ghoul reaches out to place a hand on Rain’s waist, but with the awkwardness of him still lying down and Rain standing, it lands on his hip, and then slides even further down because of the slickness of his skin after the shower; Delta’s fingers accidentally go under the waistband of Rain’s pants.

But it doesn’t make the water ghoul falter, so the other doesn’t pull his hand back. If anything, their kiss becomes more heated, and soon enough they are truly all over each other.

Unknowingly to each other, they have both wanted things to escalate for quite some time.

Also unknowingly to each other, they have both thought about this a lot and it appears they have both gotten to the same conclusion—that Rain witnessing an ugly flare-up of Delta’s and staying with him through it was a step into the sphere of intimacy big enough to make sex seem like a chaste peck on the cheek. They are ghouls, after all—sex can be, and mostly is, but a pastime activity with no emotional ties attached. It’s actually somewhat rare, especially in the Pit, for it to be the opposite and carry meaning beyond simple pleasure.

As their breathing picks up, the water ghoul finally decides to properly get on the bed to hover over Delta and continue their sloppy make-out session. Neither of them finds the need to part long enough to say anything, but it’s not particularly needed anyway—now it is clear to both of them what direction they are heading in and that they both want it very much.

The older ghoul’s hands, that despite some difficulties on the way finally got to Rain’s waist, abandon it again soon enough in favor of the ass that Delta has been staring at quite passionately over the last few months; eager to get his hands on it.

It makes its owner chuckle, “Found something you like?”

“You have no idea,” Delta rumbles into his mouth and squeezes the ass in question for emphasis. The water ghoul hums and forgoes the other’s lips in favor of kissing down his jaw, then neck—frowning slightly as he gets to the thick, raised scars that used to be gills. Still, Rain continues his journey until he comes across an obstacle in the form of a shirt.

Delta notices the dismay it causes him, so he makes a move to get rid of it—the first time so eagerly, since getting the scars he finds so hideous over half of his body. Rain’s perception of them is considerably different, and he finds great pleasure in reverently tracing them with his lips down to the older ghoul’s belly button; even though that move rids Delta of the hold on his ass.

Rain stops down there, though, and looks up with doe eyes that make the other’s heart do a flip. “You wanna go on?”

“Absolutely I do,” Delta pants. “Do you?”

“Fuck yes,” the water ghoul laughs with sparks in his eyes, “Are you a top or a bottom?”

“I am anything you want me to be.”

Rain groans, “Fuck, you’re hot.”

He lets his head down to rest it on Delta’s lower stomach, but he perks back up after a moment, when he remembers there is a choice to be made.

“Can I…top, then?” he asks shyly.

The older ghoul smiles brightly and cups Rain’s face in his hands. “I would love for you to fuck me, Rainy.”

And that is his undoing.

He grabs the waistbands of both Delta’s sweatpants and underwear and slides them down his legs together, revealing the entirety of him before he gets rid of his own shorts, too.

It’s Rain’s turn to begin salivating; he stares down with hunger in his eyes at the ghoul laid out naked in his nest.

“Gorgeous,” he breathes out, while Delta fails to find any words worth uttering.

Before he does anything else, Rain gently grabs the other’s left leg and props it up on a higher pile of bedding, so as not to risk causing Delta pain. The action makes him fully exposed, but he feels no shame or discomfort.

It makes Rain lose another bit of his sanity, though, when he notices just how slick the older ghoul is.

“Lucifer, you still…”

Delta laughs at his confusion mixed with infatuation. “Indeed. Of all the water ghoul features, this is the one that ridiculously remained.”

Rain gulps, slowly drawing his hand up the other’s leg, with every second coming closer to where they both actually want it to be. “May I?”

“Please do,” Delta whispers breathlessly, and Rain’s fingers reach their destination. He manages to conceal the moan that tries to fight its way out of him, but the older ghoul does not hold back. He’s not sure if the other even realizes this is his first time having sex since losing Alpha.

And it feels so fucking good.

Delta quickly turns into nothing short of a mess as Rain puts his skilled fingers to work—by the time he deems him ready for more, the older ghoul is somewhere around the moon.

“Doin’ alright?” Rain asks, placing a little kiss on his knee. It gives him an idea, so he lowers his body further and begins trailing his lips up Delta’s thigh.

“More than alright,” he breathes. The water ghoul smirks and sits up to lean over the other to kiss him properly—and while Rain still tries to be a gentleman, Delta all but shoves his tongue down his throat.

Once again, time stops, and the entire world ceases to matter.

But they both get desperate after a moment; even though only Delta voices it, “Please, Rainy.”

How could Rain ever deny him anything?

He nods, smiling, and obliges.

Delta practically blacks out when Rain first pushes in because of how overwhelmingly good it feels. He hasn’t felt such ecstasy in years and has forgotten just how spectacular it is.

“Good?” the water ghoul checks in again, swinging between pride and worry every time Delta’s face contorts in a new sensation.

“Uh-huh,” he mumbles, so unlike his usual sophisticated and composed self. Now, he’s all but a puddle at Rain’s feet. For the first few minutes, he moves his hips gently, at a steady rhythm—both intending to give Delta time to adjust, and keeping himself in check against the truly glorious feeling of the older ghoul wrapped around him.

He feels so good; Rain is simply scared of blowing too quickly.

But while Delta is indeed enjoying this immensely, he was never that fond of fucking slow and steady.

“C’mon, Rainy, I am not as fragile as I seem,” he groans, smirking under the other ghoul; as if testing him, attempting to rile him up. Accepting the challenge—and likely damning himself in the process—Rain adds more force to his thrusts and, oh, is it worth it…if only for the sweet noises that spill from Delta’s lips.

Said noises gain in volume as they both approach the precipice—both yearning for that sweet release, but not too eager to bring this to an end. Still, it must come (pun intended) to such, and Delta’s stamina has…well, it is not what it used to be after so long.

He moans wantonly into Rain’s ear, and the way his name falls off of Delta’s lips makes it sound like a prayer, “Rain.”

He grunts, and the next thrust makes Delta fall off the edge, throwing his head back in a silent moan. Rain follows right behind at the feeling of the other coming around him.

He all but flops down, half on top of Delta with his face in the crook of his neck. Delta keeps his arms around the water ghoul as they lie together just like this, coming down from their respective highs. His fingers drum on the sweaty skin of Rain’s back in a consistent rhythm.

Tap. Tap-tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap.

“That was pretty cool,” the water ghoul mumbles into Delta’s skin when he regains his breath, making the other snort.

“I agree,” he says, nuzzling his cheek into the side of Rain’s face. “We must do it again sometime.”

“We do.”

Neither of them really has anything more to say after that, nor do they want to move, so they simply don’t do either. Their breaths soon even out, and they fall into a deep, content sleep.

Delta does so with one thought on his mind: that yet again Rain made him feel more alive than he had in years.

Touch me, yeah I want you to touch me there Make me feel like I am breathing Feel like I am human, again

May 4th, 2019

Yet another time comes for Rain to leave—though this time is the first that he leaves as a ghoul with something more than a bed staying behind. Said something is currently occupying said bed as Rain packs, bustling about his room.

There is music playing in the background, and the longer Delta keeps quiet, the more Rain gets into it. It’s not long before he starts humming under his breath, and soon after that he’s swaying to the songs.

That is when Delta can no longer stay silent.

“Someone’s got them moves,” he teases with a crooked grin on his face. Rain turns to roll his eyes at him, but the ghoul’s pleased expression makes him forget he was supposed to feign annoyance.

“Dance with me?” he asks instead, giving in to the impulse.

It makes Delta scoff. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m a cripple. I won’t be any good.”

“Don’t need to be any good.” Rain shrugs as he abandons the shirt he’s been folding in favor of walking up to the other ghoul and offering his hand. “Come on. Please.”

He shakes his head, but with a smile, and sits up to fulfill Rain’s wish. As Delta lays his hand in the water ghoul’s, when they touch, his mind provides him with flashes of the previous night—skin on skin and breathless words. His chest tightens.

It was so satisfying in so many ways. Mainly physically, of course, but it also moved one more puzzle piece into place somewhere in both their souls. They feel different today, and yet nothing’s really changed.

That is exactly what makes Delta and Rain—together and separately—know that this is just right. All the doubts now tucked far away, because they know it in their minds and feel it in their hearts that this is exactly where they are supposed to be.

And here they are indeed, once again simply existing in a bubble just for the two of them; reality frozen.

It’s so good for a time—really fucking good, neither wants it to ever stop—but then when they both sway to the left, Delta’s knee buckles under him.

“Bloody hell,” he grumbles angrily under his breath, as Rain holds him up and keeps him from going down entirely. “I’m sorry, my leg…”

“Put it on mine,” the water ghoul says with no hesitation, earning himself a slightly weirded-out look from Delta. “C’mon, don’t be shy.”

“Stepping on your partner’s toes isn’t exactly a sign of good manners,” he chuckles.

“Thankfully, I don’t give a flying fuck about manners,” Rain laughs, and the glint in his eyes is what does it for Delta. He puts his bad leg onto the other’s foot, but not before pressing a kiss to his lips.

And they get back to it like nothing happened, save for the songs turning slower. It prompts Rain to lean down and lay his head on Delta’s shoulder—somewhat awkwardly.

“I don’t want to go,” he sighs after a few moments of silent rocking from side to side.

“Yes, you do,” the other counters, forcing it to sound confident, but there is a tinge of sadness to it, too. “Surely you remember how big this run is? You’re opening for Metallica, they’re one of my favorite bands, then get a holiday—the Cardinal is truly spoiling you; never before did any ghouls get that—and then there is your own tour. That is terribly exciting, is it not?”

“I guess,” Rain mumbles, sounding entirely like a pouty kit, and Delta feels as if his heart is about to break in half, “but it’s so long away from home. From you.”

“When did you become so clingy, hm?” he teases, trying so hard to keep his composure; hiding the cracks in it with humor. The truth is, he doesn’t want him to go either, but it would be selfish of Delta to admit it. “It will be alright, the time will pass by really fast for you, I assure you. You will be back here before you know it.”

“Will it go fast for you? All alone here again?”

“No,” Delta sighs, unwilling to lie directly. “No, it will not, but it will be much more pleasant than usual simply because there will be something for me to wait for. And that is all I need to know.”

That makes Rain lift his head and break out into a wide grin. The other breathes in relief—mission accomplished.

“I love you,” the water ghoul mumbles, leaning in to kiss the words onto Delta’s lips. They take their time enjoying the moment with the music still filling the surrounding space; only adding to the memory it will become and further sealing it in both their minds.

Rain is the one to put it on hold again—of course—as something suddenly comes to his mind, “Oh, and just to be clear, you have permission to get in and sleep or just stay here any time you want, yeah?”

“I just might. When I start missing your scent,” Delta says, inhaling some of said scent for emphasis. It really is a beautiful thing that tethers him; petrichor with a subtle hint of something sweet, floral.

“That’s lovely, but I’m serious. Don’t rot down there if you don’t have to, this place will be totally empty so nobody will catch you,” Rain argues and even utilizes his best puppy eyes—they’re more than enough to have Delta cracking, but the other adds the final nail in the casket, anyway. “Please, if not for yourself, then for me.”

Delta sighs in defeat. “Alright. You have my word.”

“Thank you,” Rain grins before leaning in for a quick peck. “I love you.”

“Manipulator,” he chuckles, but gently holds the back of the other’s head to keep him from moving away. He steals a few more kisses before he lets go. “Now get back to packing or you’ll run out of time again.”

“Maybe they would actually leave without their bassist if I didn’t show…”

“Rain.”

“Fine, fine,” he rolls his eyes with a pout, “but I’ll get more kisses before I go?”

“As many as you want.”

My body is a cage That keeps me from dancing with the one I love But my mind holds the key

Rain scoffs. "Of course not," he says over his shoulder, but Dew catches his blush.

"No, of course not," Dew echoes. "'Cause we both know, if anybody's gonna knock you up, it's me, right? And I'd remember knocking you up."

"Dew-" Rain's blush gets deeper, and he presses his forehead against the door. He's so pretty when he's flustered.

"Could've fooled me, though." Dew cups his chest and squeezes hard. "You don't see tits like these every day. If you're not pregnant, I need to remember to thank the dark Lord below for another miracle."

"Then you better start praying, because I'm not," Rain insists. But he shifts his hips as he says it, and Dew catches that, too.

"I know, Rainy. I'm just teasing," Dew soothes. Then he raises himself up to speak low and hot into Rain's ear. "Do you want to be, though?"

Rain sucks in a breath. There's a pause before he answers. "You know I can't-"

"Not with that attitude," Dew interrupts on instinct. "And besides, that's not what I asked. Do you want to be?"

He lets Rain think over his answer, but his hands keep moving. They roam over Rain's body to grab at his arms, his ass, his dick, but they keep circling back to his pretty tits.

"What do you think, baby?" Dew gently prompts with a tug at his nipples. "You want it? We can pretend."

A slow nod. Dew can hear him swallow, and his voice is hoarse when he speaks. "Yeah. Yeah, I do."

"Then bend over a little, sweetheart. Let me in."

Rain whimpers. He shuffles back and braces himself against the door while Dew pushes the bodysuit down to his thighs. If Dew weren't already hard, the lacy underwear stretched across Rain's ass would do the job. Not out of the ordinary, strictly speaking, but still enough to make him catch his breath.

It's remarkably easy to push inside- it only takes a finger or two to stretch him enough, and Rain's already soaked, desperate whore that he is. Dew adores him for it.

Dew puts a hand on Rain's spine to steady himself and takes up a steady pace. He slides his other hand around between Rain's hips, below his belly but above his dick, and gently presses in.

"You feel it, right here?" Dew asks. "That's your womb. That's where they're gonna be."

Rain shuts his eyes and makes a gorgeous, broken sound. "Will I- will it show?"

"Of course. You'll have the cutest little bump." Dew moves forward, curls himself along Rain's back. His mouth brushes against Rain's ear. "Everyone will know you're mine."

"...Yours," Rain softly repeats, like he didn't mean to say it out loud.

Dew's hands find Rain's tits again, kneading at them harsh and tight. Rain arches into it, pushing his chest as far into Dew's hands as it'll go- he's never been one to mind a little pain.

"Shit, if they're this big now, think of how big they'll be all swollen with milk," Dew murmurs. "You know, I'd help you with the leaking. You love it when I play with your nipples. And I bet you'd have the sweetest milk."

"You're a fucking freak," Rain breathes, but there's no venom. He's trembling.

"And you're rock-fucking-hard, so you're right there with me," Dew grins. "Could I fuck them? Would you let me?" He pushes Rain's pecs together for emphasis- there's just enough to make touch, to form a bit of cleavage.

"Hell, I might be able to now," Dew continues. "You'd have to hold them like that, though. Keep 'em tight for me while I slide my cock through, get 'em all wet and sticky. Would you do that for me?"

There's another sound underneath Rain's high-pitched whine, and Dew looks down, sees the head of Rain's cock pushing through his fist. He burns with the realization, molten and sharp, and keeps talking.

"Mm, as I'd like to paint them all pretty, give my boy a nice pearl necklace, I'd hate to waste it up there. Gotta spill inside, make it count."

"Then do it," Rain pleads. "Fuck, Dew, I want you to give it to me." It's wrenched out of him, like speaking it ruins him as much as the thought does.

Dew fucks him faster. "Yeah? You want my knot, want me to fill you up? Load after load until it takes?"

"Yes," Rain begs, and Dew can hear how quickly he's working his cock, the pre slicking his hand.

"How many kits, do you think? Three? Four? I'll give you as many as you want, baby."

"As many as you can give me," Rain pants. "I'll take them all. Just wanna carry you with me. Just wanna be yours."

Dew's cock throbs at the desperation in his voice, and he can feel his knot beginning to swell. He weighs his options; he really shouldn't, not here, not when the bus is leaving at any minute.

On the other hand: what could possibly be more important than giving Rain everything what he asks for?

He's not fooling anyone. The decision's already made.

"You already are, baby." Dew smirks. "You can act all coy, whore yourself out in front of everyone, but I'm the only one who gets you like this. Who gets to have you leaking on a dressing room floor, begging to get knocked up."

Rain just nods, fervid, breathless.

Dew's grin spreads, and he picks up his pace again. A hand settles around Rain's throat, possessive and familiar. "Don't worry, Rainy, we'll get you nice and pregnant. Give your tits a reason to really grow."