wanna bewitch you in the moonlight

His atoms were surely being ripped apart. Being unraveled and unmade in a place not quite hell not quite heaven, somewhere he did not belong. It was the closest to pain he’d ever experienced, because up until that moment, he had never felt. Quintessence ghouls were never created with the intention of being anything more than stardust and shadow. Certainly not created with the intention to feel, to ever exist in a state of being such as this. 

Agony was a foreign concept that overwhelmed each of his newfound senses. Drowned by the onslaught of awareness forced upon him as the essence of his form was bound to a carefully crafted vessel. A body that felt constricting as it was heavy. 

His head spun. This was what dizziness must have felt like. It replaced the pain of being reshaped into something corporeal at the least. Another feeling that was decidedly unpleasant. This whole ‘experiencing’ thing wasn’t off to a great start in his eyes. The world met his ears for the first time and introduced itself with a muffled yet sharp ringing sound that rattled in his skull and vibrated into his teeth. A reedy, distressed sound bubbled out of him, facial features twitching before screwing up. Nerve endings responding entirely on their own.

Around him, the muted sounds turned to proper silence in response. 

Opening his eyes was a fight. Met with dark hazy figures and dull flickering orange lights before his eyes pulled shut again. The second time, two of the shadowy silhouettes had moved closer. Inside the apparent ring of candles he realized he was situated in. 

“—is he?” The taller of the two asked with an audible reluctance, voice soft as a whisper. 

“Probably not.” The shorter responded and knelt in front of him. Close now, he could smell smoke tinged with something unidentifiable yet sweet. “Don’t think he’s dead at least.” 

Two sets of hands found his body. One took him by the arms and the other supported his head in anticipation of his uncooperative limbs, he was a rag doll in their hands, but at least he was upright. He blinked sluggishly, vision struggling against him.

“No,” the taller sighed in relief. “He’s perfect.” 

Blue eyes and a soft smile came into focus as a thumb stroked along his cheek. Another sensation he slowly tuned into, the unnatural cold of his hands overtaking the residual heat lingering from an eternity in the pits. It almost felt nice compared to everything else up until that moment. Compared to everything else he was currently experiencing; the flickering lights, the whispered chatter just outside the ring of candles the three of them resided in, the overwhelming scent of chemical and ash burning in the back of his throat. All of it was too much, but this touch, the tender grace against his cheek, kept him from drowning in it. 

The other ghoul’s face still held worry. Concern creased his sharp features, the furrow between his brows almost looked like it belonged there. Stayed that way until the glassy-ness in his eyes began to fade, until there was a spark of recognition to them. He ran a hand through his long hair with a breathy laugh of disbelief, the soot on his fingers darkening the red at the roots. Black powder smudged both of the ghouls before him, and glancing down, he realized it dirtied him the same. Coated the stone he sat on.

”There you are…” He breathed, reaching out to replace the cold touch with one much warmer. It settled into his skin. Drove away all the tension stored up in his body, ease washed over him. “Rain, the sheet.” 

“Oh—“ Rain’s smile turned a touch sheepish, withdrawing entirely. He couldn’t help the sad sound rising in his throat at the loss of contact. It didn’t last long, Rain returned and he suddenly found himself being wrapped in something soft. ”Think he likes you, Dew…The other one tried to scratch Mountain’s eyes out but you’ve got this one practically purring for you already.”

Dew shrugged easily, and shot Rain a grin. Attention flitting briefly away from him. Those mismatched eyes left and their absence welcomed a sensation akin to gnawing in the confines of his chest. Desperate as it was insistent.

Wait. 

The quiet plea echoed and both ghouls appeared to jump. Startled by the whisper that slipped past their ears and straight to their skulls. 

“Did he just…?” Rain started, letting out a breath of laughter. The question hung in the air. Neither Dew nor the other shaded figures behind him answered. “Fucking quint ghouls, truly they never cease to amaze, do they?” 

“We aren’t going anywhere, wisp.” Dew assured with a softened tone. “You’re home now.” 

Home.

It was one simple word, unfamiliar to him yet sparked to life like an ember finding kindling. Not just heat. Warmth that bloomed at his core and began to spread, to trickle through his veins. Ultimately it covered him, swaddled him like the sheet Rain had delicately wrapped him in. Another new feeling, but he wanted to get lost in it. The feeling took him in, held him carefully, just like Dew did. It felt good to feel it. 

“Do you remember your name?” Rain asked.

Phantom.

”Phantom.” He repeated and that warmth bubbled up, the stardust he was created from twinkling and burning eagerly. His tail moved on its own, thumping against the stone floor, displacing the fabric draped over him. “Oh—“

In the dim yellow glow of the open fridge, Dew watched Rain’s stooped over silhouette shuffling items around the shelves aimlessly. There was nothing of worth in there and he knew that, but he was content to let Rain keep looking. Bent at the waist, his sleeping shorts hardly covering the lower half of his ass - yeah, Dew would let him look for another few minutes, and wait ever so patiently for Rain to come to the same conclusion. 

Beneath the clinking of glass clinking against itself, Rain hummed. Soft and easy to miss, though Dew however could never. His ears naturally perked up to the sound. A simple tune that he couldn’t quite recognize, carried on a tone that felt achingly familiar despite the rarity of Rain’s song. The melody Rain held inside of himself was perhaps his best kept secret, often his biggest shame, but always Dew’s favorite song. Water ghouls, their voices were something both divine and unholy. Enthralling to those, mostly, unfortunate enough to have it grace their ears. He, however, was fortunate. An exception to the spell due to his previous element. Dew was lucky enough to hear Rain’s voice, and Rain at times was desperate to be heard. But this was not one of those times, Rain simply hummed because he could, because he was with Dew. 

Rain’s tail flicked as his gentle croon came to an abrupt and slightly disappointing end, replaced by a delighted trill.

“Mm? What’d you find?” Dew asked as he slid from where he’d settled on the edge of the counter.

”Mountain tried to hide the goods.” He stood and turned to present a small plastic container in both of his hands. Lid popped up, Dew couldn’t help reciprocate a pleased noise. Of course Mountain of all ghouls had a secret stash of blackberries tucked into the far off corner of the fridge where nobody would think to look like some sort of treasure. “Told you I’d find something.” 

“That you did, I’ll never doubt you again.” Dew conceded. 

He plucked a plump berry from the top of the pile with a simple command of “open” that Rain complied with. Rewarded with the first taste of their find. His eyes fluttered delicately as it was pressed to his tongue. Dew dragged his thumb over his lower lip on the retreat, a chaste kiss pressed to the calloused pad before he could withdraw fully. 

“Good?” Dew asked.

“Mhm.” Rain nodded. “Here—“ he picked up a berry of his own and Dew didn’t need to be asked, or even told to open his mouth. His lips parted, welcoming the cool and too-brief brush of fingers and the sweet juice that bursted on his tongue when he finally bit down. “Good boy.” Rain teased and patted his cheek softly. 

He batted at Rain’s hand half heartedly. Aloof without the real intention of warding off the water ghoul’s affection, an act Rain saw right through. There was no mask he could wear that Rain couldn’t look past. It was a vulnerable way to exist, and at one time it terrified him, but these days Dew found safety in laying himself bare. Comfort in the fact he would always be known and in turn understood. Rain took the burden that he’d been shouldering for years in silence, he’d forgotten what it felt like to breathe easily and Rain gifted that back to him.

But Rain giveth, and Rain taketh away.

The water ghoul huffed and turned his nose up at him. “Fine, bad boy. Happy?” He popped another berry in his mouth and when Dew reached for the container again, used his height against him. Held the bowl well out of his reach. “No, nope.” Rain even twisted his body to widen the gap Dew was trying to close by getting on his toes. “No berries for bad boys, Mountain says so.” 

“Like you’ve ever listened to his rules before.” Dew snorted, trying and failing to swipe his prize away. “Don’t be a dick. C’moooooon! you’re gonna let me starve to death Rain? I didn’t take you for cruel.”

”Oh but I am,” Rain said rather smugly. “I’m cold blooded, remember?”

Dew made one final attempt to jump and snatch it back to no avail. He sagged against Rain with a drawn out whine. Leaned his full weight onto the water ghoul who hardly seemed bothered by the childish display of defeat. Dew loved that about him even if in the moment it was a bit grating. He turned his face upwards and sighed bodily. Rested his chin on Rain’s sternum and put on his best frown that deepened the longer he watched Rain feed himself despite his woeful display. 

He sighed a second, more exaggerated, time and slipped his arms around his waist. Snuck a hand under the bottom of his shirt to lay the flat of his hand on the small of his back. 

“You are so lucky you’re pretty.”

“I really am, aren’t I?” Rain grinned and tapped him on the tip of his nose. “Pretty and tall.”

”…I should break your knees for that one.”

”You wouldn’t, you like me on them far too much to do something like that.”

There was an attempt at a glare but Dew found it hard to keep anything about him harsh when it came to Rain. Always softened by those sapphire eyes. He heaved another sigh that was undeniably tinged with fondness that Rain reciprocated in that coy smile. He squeezed him around the middle. Quietly admitted defeat in exchange for Rain feeding him another blackberry that was followed by a quick kiss pecked to his lips. Dew couldn’t keep the dopey smile off his face if he tried.

“Love you, firefly.” 

He opened his mouth to respond in kind but didn’t quite get that far. The overhead light flicked on and sent both ghouls hissing and shielding their eyes. Two creatures who were designed for the dark at the deepest depths of the water, they’d entirely forgotten they had been standing in an entirely unlit room. 

Caught red-handed by a disheveled, still bleary eyed Aether who appeared to be just as blinded as they were. He squinted at them and pulled a hand through his unruly bed head, wearing that sour look he tended to sport when he was approaching his wits end. 

“Can you two close the fucking fridge if you insist on playing a loud game of grab ass at such an ungodly hour?” Aether asked and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Without waiting for a response, he turned and began to shuffle his way back towards his room, mumbling as he went. “Trying to send us into another fucking ice age or some shit…” 

Rain and Dew stood and stared after the quintessence ghoul until they heard his door click shut and the den fell back into an easy silence. They gave each other a quick glance out of the corners of their eyes, letting the pause drag out for another moment before breaking into a fit of barely stifled giggles and less than quiet shushing that slowly tapered off as they melted back into each other. Whatever gap Aether’s interruption created was closed. Rain’s arms came to drape over his shoulders and Dew’s hands found their home on his waist yet again. 

“Say it back.” Rain hummed, toying idly with the ends of his hair. “Said I loved you, so say it back.”

”I’ll say it however many times you want.” Dew chuckled and earned a little purr for all his charm. “I love you too. My Rainy baby…’Course I love you.”

In the otherwise silent room, the sound of paper crinkling felt unbearably loud as he shifted back from the edge of the exam table. Cold upholstery against bare skin and stiff cotton draped over the water ghoul’s lithe frame for a sense of modesty. The scent of sterilizing chemicals burned in his nose, gills laid flat in protest of the unpleasant tingling settled at the very back of his throat. Screwing his eyes shut, he  tried to momentarily escape the fluorescent lights reflecting off the pristinely shined linoleum floors but the needling sensation in his head hardly relented. 

The infirmary was an assault on each and every one of Rain’s overly reactive senses.

Like most, he was not fond of the medical wing and avoided it as such. Even brief visits to simply bring Aether the lunch he’d neglected to take with him felt like too much. He’d even managed to convince Aether to let him do his own weekly injections to avoid that side of the abbey all the more, even if needles fully turned his stomach.

And he had tried to continue steering clear of it, but sheer discomfort won against his stubborn distaste.

Rain was toying with the ring on his finger when the door to the examination room opened and shut. 

Omega seemed far more at ease than he was capable of being in such an environment. His small and polite smile somehow managed to feel warm. He forced himself to sit up a little straighter, less so curled in on himself, but still distinctly closed off. Discomfort was not worn on his face but in the way he held himself. 

“Ah? Rain, good morning” he hummed as he moved to the sink, methodically washing his hands with that strangely pink antibacterial soap that did nothing but dry out his skin. Rain murmured a similar greeting while Omega reached for a paper towel. “Correct me if my memory fails, but I don’t believe you’re due for your next physical until the winter.”

”I’m not due yet, no.” He twisted the silver band off of his left index finger and replaced it on the right. 

“Then what brings you here?” 

While opening his mouth was simple, getting sound to follow was the hard part. Felt near impossible. There was seemingly no order of words that didn’t feel strange, his situation wouldn’t afford him tact. Every explanation he came up with caught in his throat, tangled up his vocal chords and trapped him in a rather poignant pause. More reluctant to spit it out than he might have been on the other side of an eerily silent confessional booth, owning up to his wrongs came easier than an admission that felt more perverse than practical. 

“She’s stuck.” Rain blurted out. Punctured the silence he’d created to find absolutely no relief in it.

”She?” 

Initially subtle, almost ignorable, the warmth in his face flared in response to Omega’s simple question. He might as well have been back in the pits of sulfur and brimstone, positively burning up like a fish out of water. Floundering in the pools of unbothered violet eyeing him. 

“My, uhm…My tentacle.” It came out slightly above a whisper but managed to feel far too loud. Omega simply tilted his head, wordless instruction to continue. “She’s stuck. I can’t coax her out. Won’t, no matter what I do. Hell, no matter what anyone seems to do.” He ran his tongue over the back of his teeth. Worry settled heavily on the water ghoul. His shoulders slumped. “It hurts.” Rain exhaled noticeably softer, wiping his strangely sweaty palms on his gown.  

All of this felt like showing his underbelly. 

Omega made a thoughtful sound and removed a small pair of glasses from the pocket of his impeccably crisp white coat and perched them on his nose. Looking over him like one would a statue, considering him with strange indifference.

“Alright.” 

Either Omega missed the visible shudder trilling up Rain’s body as he tugged on the first latex glove or he was polite enough not to comment on it. The second however, was more purposeful. Rain would dare to consider the slow stretch over his hand exaggerated. He’d go as far as to say the slow curl of his fingers and the snap of latex against his wrist was performative. The sharp sound against skin sent a foreign, funny feeling slithering into his belly. 

“Lay back. Let’s get your feet in the stirrups and I can take a look, see if I can’t figure out what’s got her so reluctant to show herself.”

The flush in his cheeks crept to the very tips of his ears, growing hotter as he cautiously scooched backwards with a crinkle of paper sheets. He did his best not to visibly bristle when Omega stepped closer but couldn’t help his fins pinning back. Stood almost between his legs, Omega guided him into a position that was certainly routine but far from comfortable. Propped up like this, the overly chilled air easily snuck its way under his gown to the place his typically cold body ran hot. He fully shivered rather than shuddered, goosebumps dotting up his arms. 

A large hand came to rest on his bare ankle. Calloused thumb petting in a back and forth motion over the jut of bone, Rain suspected it was intended to be reassuring but it only made him feel smaller. More vulnerable and aware of how little modesty he had; just a thin piece of fabric and his knees drawn together like a virgin on her wedding night. 

“You’ll need to open your legs for me.” Another strange prodding in the pit of his stomach. “I need to be able to see, Rain.” 

”R…Right.”

Omega pushed the gown up over his knees as his legs fell apart. All he could think to do was bunch up the fabric in his fists and fix his gaze on a particularly interesting ceiling tile. Rain was not particularly shy, or ashamed of his body - the furthest thing from it in fact - but everything about his position was so far removed from the normal level of intimacy he was accustomed to with someone tucked in between his thighs. Even a sleazy hookup with a particularly cute stagehand in some musty back room in a venue he’d never step foot in again felt more personal than this. 

He’d been expecting Omega to touch him, of course he had - It was an examination after all - But he was wound like a spring and that initial touch set him off. Had him jumping out of his skin, tail lashing out as his leg’s instinctively tried to snap closed again. Omega denied him the chance to shy away from his clinical gaze, palm resting high up on his inner thigh. The second touch came with a soft shushing sound, soothing a spooked animal. 

Omega wordlessly thumbed over his clit, swiping upwards from the underside to draw back the hood. Latex slid over him in a way that felt nothing like skin. A strange layer of separation between him and the ghoul examining him. It did not slide. Instead dragged against the soft, sensitive flesh. Sort of rubbery, like silicone sliding between his folds without the aid of lubricant. 

Curiosity triumphed over shame, making him lift his head off the table to catch a glimpse of the older ghoul in his element. It was the first time Omega had been the one to examine him. Far more detached than Aether ever pretended to be. Rain was almost surprised not to see a familiar spark of something hungry in his eyes. Faintly predatory. Aether had always done his job thoroughly, but once the work was done, he never passed up on the opportunity such a vulnerable open state afforded him. Omega however, was purely focused on the task at hand. 

Rain felt further out of his element by the second. 

He sighed heavily through his nose, a shuddered uneven sound at the first twinge of discomfort. It was a conscious effort to pace his breathing. Pressure bloomed in him like the petals of a flower finally unfurling, vibrant and incredibly distracting. Pain cradled somewhere deep in his pelvis threatening to seep through calcium down to the very marrow of his bones. Rain’s face twisted into something between distress and frustration, decidedly not pleased.

“Is it hurting now?” 

”Sorta.” Rain grit, flexing his fingers in and out of the fabric. “Think touching woke her up.” 

“Oh, it seems she has quite the mind of her own then, yes?” Omega asked and Rain nodded, mouth pressed into a thin line. He didn’t dare open his mouth to speak, not trusting the tight feeling in his throat to remain just that and not form a high reedy sound. That would be mortifying. “I take it that this,” another minuscule brush against his clit for apparent demonstration purposes “is what woke her?”

He gasped involuntarily. Stripped down to exposed nerves. He was a live wire, sparking at every minor touch. Pleasure surged and short circuited his brain, masking the pain behind something alarmingly hotter. A whimper bubbled up in him, his tentacle responding to Omega’s curious inspection by pressing against the thin membrane she was trapped behind.

“Please, she wants to come out - I need her to come out.”

Omega’s fingers flexed there against his thigh. If Rain didn’t know any better, he dug in. Protected from the true bite of his claws by a dangerously thin layer of latex. The quintessence ghoul furrowed his brow as his eyes flicked up. Looked at him like his plea was all that strange, like he was strange for it. His hand abandoned his thigh and Rain let out a confused, vaguely distressed sound. Being left untouched, his tentacled protested vehemently until Omega simply spread him with both thumbs. Slowly dragged them both down the inside of his lips until he was practically holding his cunt fully open. One stayed in place to keep him exposed while the other took to rubbing a few methodical circles against his clit, mumbling something Rain couldn’t catch when his hole winked. 

Rain’s face screwed up in uncertainty despite his cunt clenching repeatedly and desperately around nothing. The gloves hardly felt any less strange as Omega continued to touch him, pulled against him in a way he could truly only describe as odd. Pleasure found where it should not be taken. 

”Huh…” Omega mumbled, surely taking mental notes. 

He pressed a finger into his hole, only to the first knuckle. Just enough to hook past the rim, to pull down, to truly examine him further. Like Omega wanted to see inside. And much to Rain’s horror, he could feel his body naturally reacting to the stimulation, as small as it was. Slick began to drool from his cunt, onto Omega’s hands and the paper meant to keep the table clean. Rain gripped the overly starched cotton of his gown tighter. Tightening with each experimental touch, till he was nearly white knuckling the fabric. Some attempt to keep a hold on himself. Grasping blindly for distraction. 

The quintessence ghoul glanced up briefly as he circled at his entrance, catching the involuntary flutter of his eyes. Dark lashes casting shadows against his flushing cheeks. 

“I know water ghouls tend to ‘produce’ enough on their own, but I’m going to add a little lubricant to help things along. It might be a bit cold.”

Cold was an understatement in Rain’s opinion. He yipped and flinched away from the digit prodding at him with an icy glob of lube. More apparent testing. Rain wondered if Omega had forgotten the point of this whole visit - too fascinated just studying his little issue to be offering Rain any solutions or even relief. Without warning, Omega pushed into him. No time to brace himself for the sudden thickness of Omega’s finger or even the strangely viscous lubricant. One digit was equivalent to two of his own thin, bony fingers. The slide into him was purposefully drawn out in favor of familiarizing himself with Rain’s body. Clinical rather than intimate as one would expect given the way Omega seemed to tease. Surely, he had to know what he was doing to the poor water ghoul.

”Tell me, how does this feel?” Aimlessly, he petted along his inner walls. Mapping rather than searching as he rubbed along slowly. Familiarizing himself with the most private of places. 

Maybe it was eventual mercy that made Omega curl his finger upwards, or maybe it was simply to sate his own interest, Rain didn’t fucking care at the end of the day. All that mattered to him was the gentle nudge against that sweet spot, innocuous or not. Rain’s mouth fell open silently. The restless appendage was simultaneously just as frustrated and far less appeased than he himself was. Curling and shifting at the sudden far-from-enough stimulation, pressing back on the other side of his wall before once again struggling against the stubborn membrane containing her. 

Judging by the way Omega’s eyebrows raised, he could feel the movements just as well.

“O-Oh fuck.” He grabbed at the edge of the table, head falling back with a thump. “She’s been, hell, she hasn’t stopped wriggling around in there.”

“She’s quite reactive to this type of stimulation.” Omega mumbled. “I see…” 

Rain had been managing himself, maintaining his dignity to a point. Successful in fighting off the blatantly undignified sounds threatening to break free but it was an uphill battle. Losing ground to Omega’s experienced fingers and current lack of urgency, rubbing small circles into the bed of nerves was rapidly leading him to unravel. Ragged breaths and half swallowed whimpers. Rain’s nails pressed into the upholstery, nearly puncturing the material.  

“And if I were to…” Omega pinched his little cock between his thumb and forefinger. It felt particularly small in comparison. Made a cold sort of shame curl in his belly, humiliated without Omega having to say a word. He simply started to stroke in time with the fingers stuffed inside of him.

His professionalism was icy and Rain suddenly longed for Aether’s brand of examination. At least with him, once he'd dragged out his teasing long enough, Aether would drag his hips to the edge of the table and replace his fingers with his chubby cock. Aether would have been downright giddy to have the water ghoul splayed out like this, mischief visibly worn on his face - he wouldn’t have let Rain just sit in confused agony like this. Aether had a tendency to babble at times, both explaining his process and findings as well as taunting whatever poor soul laid at his mercy.

Rain wasn’t holding his breath for Omega to do anything of the like.

He swallowed down a shaky noise. Gave a little cough to hopefully cover and rid himself of any remnants of it. 

Surgical gloves and medical grade lubricant helped Omega glide in and out with ease, just bordering enough on pleasure to have his head spinning. Fog crept in, carrying a sort of fuzzy feeling with it. A mix of his own nerves and Omega’s strange removal from the situation kept his feet firmly planted in reality. Rain refused to let his head simply float away or to just melt into the heat in the pit of his stomach. Heat that was burning far brighter than it had any right to, fueled by Omega slipping another digit inside of him. Omega essentially dumped kerosene on the fires when he started scissoring his fingers like he was hoping to loosen him up for something bigger, idly rubbing at his overly slicked cock with the faintest furrow to his brow. Examining a foreign specimen under a microscope, closing in on discovery. 

Even beyond the lewd acts and wet sounds, Omega maintained stoicness. A little bored, actually. His unshakable professionalism left Rain choking on perverse realization; He was getting off on this, on something that should have been benign and purely medically necessary. Squeezing his eyes shut wasn’t enough to distance himself from that fact. 

Still not out, his tentacle throbbed and writhed desperately. Rain knew what she wanted, she wanted to curl in alongside Omega’s fingers. She’d have indulged in pleasure till she had her fill, even if Rain was reduced to exhaustion, and at this point? At this point Rain wouldn’t have even complained because at least there’d be relief of some kind. Omega had managed to somehow find the perfect balance to keep him woefully far from the edge he was just dying to tip over but close enough to tease him with the promise of falling.

”I-“ Rain started, voice breaking despite himself. Throat going tight. 

But he bit his tongue. He knew himself, he knew what was about to tumble from his lips if he didn’t stop himself. Want was clouding his judgement, and a pathetically horny Rain was a whiny Rain that would babble as his brain dripped out of his cunt, and he’d continue to do so until the words stopped sounding coherent or he got what he wanted. Realistically, he couldn’t have what he wanted. Rain knew that. But he was so accustomed to being doted over that demanding more was practically second nature. 

“She seems to be moving more in response to this stimulation. Is this how you would typically convince her to come out?” Omega looked at him over the rims of his readers, neither of his hands faltering in the rhythm he’d found. Stroking his clit and fucking him with his fingers, steadily pumping in and out like everything about the situation was natural. Just another patient clenching around his fingers.

His fang threatened to add a second piercing to his tongue with how tight his jaw set. 

‘Is this how you’d typically touch yourself?’ Would have been the more direct question. Careful wording. 

“Yes, yes.” Rain panted, knees pulling further apart. He put himself and all his wet shame on display. The horror of practically presenting himself like a whore would set in later. Nothing mattered aside from the way Omega touched him. “Rub against her spot a little.” 

“Here?” 

Right below his clit the membrane was bulging, swelling. His tentacle pressed eagerly to the thin tissue, in search for the place his body would give for her escape. Omega laid his palm over his mound and began to pet over it in slow swipes of his thumb. She quivered and a whine escaped his stoic defense.

“There, right fucking there. Belial, she, sssh—oh!” 

A little patience and direct attention was all she needed it seemed, breaking free of the confines of that secret little place she liked to curl up in. It punched the air straight from his lungs. Rain went semi-boneless, body sagging in momentary relief. Finally free of that unbearable and undeniable pressure in his gut, he made a sad warbled sound as the appendage unfurled. His tentacle went straight for Omega like he expected in search of friction. Seeking out touch after such a long period of neglect. She curled around Omega’s hand, starting a desperate push and pull. Fucking the quintessence ghoul’s fingers into his body and for some reason Omega just allowed it to happen, and just continue happening as Rain’s composure crumbled under the weight of pleasure. 

His toes curled, back arching off the table. 

“Mm—ega, I’m gonna, gonna make me-!”

With a devastated sound Rain’s hips bucked off the table in a few uncontrolled, uncoordinated spasms while his body clenched frantically around the fingers still working away inside him. The tightening feeling in his belly hardly let up, only grew in alarming intensity until his eyes rolled back in his skull and the dam broke, cunt gushing over the table and the ghoul poised between his legs. An unintentional, messy surprise soaking them both. Omega jerked his hand away from his tentacle’s grip and Rain collapsed back against the table, twitching his way through absolutely brutal aftershocks. 

Chest heaving, Rain let out a few choked off sounds. He couldn’t bring himself to lift his head, body weighed down by exhaustion. The best he could manage was letting his head loll to either side. 

”Well, are you quite finished then?” Omega asked, a particular edge in his voice as he began to pull off his now dripping gloves. Short of disdain. “Made quite a mess of yourself, as well as my exam room.” 

“I didn’t-“