Apollo !!

“Don’t touch,” Rain snaps, slapping Mountain’s wandering fingers away from the blindfold over his eyes. “Are you even listening?” 

Unobscured by the blindfold, Mountain’s brows furrow, and he lets out a shaky exhale. He nods jerkily. 

Rain’s fingers tighten on his neck. “I didn’t gag you, did I? Use your words.”

Mountain whines, fingers curling into the sheets, but manages to mumble, “I’m listening.”

“Then act like it.” Rain rocks forward again, braced on Mountain’s chest to keep himself steady. Mountain’s hands creep up his thighs, probably unconsciously, and Rain slaps them away again. “Don't touch. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

It’s worse, he knows, that Mountain is so wonderfully tactile. How terrible of him to deny Mountain the one thing he wants. He pinches Mountain’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twists cruelly. Mountain arches into his touch with a gasp. 

“Slow down,” Mountain pleads. “Rain, please. I’m gonna cum if you don’t slow down.” 

Rain tilts his head, even though Mountain can’t see it. “So? You’re gonna cum anyway.” 

Mountain’s mouth twists into the saddest little pout. “I don’t wanna cum yet.” 

“Why not?”

“Because I—Rain, Rain, nonono wait—” and Rain relinquishes the hold he’s got on Mountain’s neck, “—because if I cum I—I won’t be able to give you what you want.” 

Which is to say he’ll go soft, and using him like a dildo will be a real hassle, but Rain’s not stupid. It’s never actually been a problem before. He knows what he’s doing, and Mountain does too. 

“You’re not giving me what I want.” Rain clenches down as hard as he can, relishing in the anguished groan he gets in return. “I’m taking it.”

And he does. 

Mountain cums, lips parted in a silent moan, hands flexing as not to rip the nice sheets. His cock kicks deep inside Rain, hot spurts filling him to the brim, seeping out of him, dripping down the inside of his legs. 

Rain sinks down all the way, groaning at how full Mountain’s cock makes him feel, how huge he is, and the wet squelch of his thighs has his eyes rolling back in his head. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he moans, bouncing a little, trying to nudge Mountain’s still-hard cock against his sweet spot. It’s difficult without Mountain’s hands on his hips to help him along, but he makes it work. Certainly worth it, seeing the misery etched so cleanly into Mountain’s half-covered face. 

“Please,” Mountain gasps. “I can’t anymore. It hurts, Rain.” 

Rain laughs, breathless and carefree. “Not my problem. Your fault for cumming. Should’ve held it in.” 

He grinds lazily for a few more moments, tugging at his cock, entranced by Mountain’s distressed little whimpers. Taking his pleasure like that, the angle perfect for him. No rush, now that Mountain’s done. 

Until he feels Mountain starting to go soft inside him. 

“For fuck’s sake,” he snarls. “Are you kidding me?” 

Mountain lets out a heartbroken little sound, and Rain nearly caves. “I’m sorry. I can’t help it.”

Which is true, and Rain knows because he’s been on the receiving end many times before, but he rolls his eyes anyway.

“Whatever,” he says, as flippantly as he can. Thank Satan he’s a water ghoul. He presses his palm to Mountain’s abdomen, searching, concentrating, until he finds the thread of water that’ll give him what he wants. With a flick of his fingers, he yanks on the thread and doesn’t let go, and Mountain immediately starts filling out inside him again. 

Mountain’s back bows off the bed. “Oh, no, no no no—”

“Shut up,” Rain snaps, really pissed now. “Let me use you.” What a waste of energy, having to use his magick to help Mountain out. How selfless of him. “Can’t do anything right, can you? Can’t even use you as a fucktoy. Useless.” 

Mountain keeps bucking his hips, like he’s trying to throw Rain off, and Rain isn’t having any of it. He slaps Mountain across the face, backhands him the other way. The blindfold shifts with his carelessness, and Mountain—bless him—scrambles to pull it back down. 

“It really hurts,” Mountain says sadly. “Please, I can’t—I can’t take it.”

“You can,” Rain says, emphatic. “You’re taking it now, see? Look, you’re taking it.” He punctuates it with another nice, slow grind, rubbing his cock into Mountain’s twitching stomach. 

“I can’t,” Mountain gasps. The blindfold is dark where his tears have soaked through the fabric. He paws blindly in Rain’s general direction, only succeeding at weakly smacking Rain’s hip. 

“That’s one more,” Rain says coolly. One more time he gets to cum on Mountain’s poor, abused cock. “Touch me again. Do it. I’ll add another.” 

Mountain wails. Lucifer, Swiss can probably hear him from next door. Rain should really be more considerate. 

“I didn’t mean to,” Mountain pleads. “I’m sorry, Rainy, I didn’t mean to.” He paws at Rain again, not realising his mistake.