In Mountain Ghoul We Trust

phantom parts his lips, ready to push his tongue out for the fire ghoul but his gaze flickers to dewdrop’s cock, hanging just mere inches from his mouth and his brain sidetracks, making him puff out a long ragged breath instead

in phantom’s, humble, opinion, dewdrop has the prettiest cock he’s ever seen. perfectly pink and velvet soft with thin veins roping around the length of him. the tip of his cock purples, right where pre beads at his slit and phantom’s mouth watershe’s so close, he could just lean in and kitten lick at dewdrop’s slit until his lips are shiny and his tongue is coated with the fire ghoul’s slick but before he can, dewdrop’s cock pulses and forces out another little spurt of pre 

phantom’s tongue darts over his lips as he watches the drip of pre start to run, leaving a glistening trail in its wake. it races down the length of dewdrop’s cock and then straight over his tight little balls

the milky drip hangs from dewdrop’s soft skin as gravity takes its toll and stretches it into a thin, wet, string. phantom wants to swoop in then, lick it up and drag his tongue up the shiny line painted down the underside of dewdrop’s cock but as he starts to lean in, the string snaps 

his chin tips down to his chest, pinning itself there as he watches the liquid flood through the thin, textured, grooves over the toe of dewdrop’s leather uniform boot

“lick it up,” dewdrop rasps, his voice laced with lust. a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips over phantom’s reaction. his head snaps back, eyes wildly search over dewdrop’s face and confusion pulls at his eyebrows, knitting them over his forehead

“wha-”

dewdrop growls, cutting off phantom’s soft gasp, “i said,” he pauses, nudging phantom’s knee with the toe of his boot, “lick it up,” he huffs, punching out each word separately 

phantom audibly gulps before he starts to move, shifting himself until his ass and tail are presented in the air and his spine is arched enough for him to lean all the way down 

tentatively, his tongue slips out between his lips and drags slowly over the cold, wet, leather. he whines, high pitched and catching roughly in his throat as the taste of dewdrop’s slick starts to bloom over his taste buds a satisfying tingle of arousal zaps down phantom’s spine and by the time it reaches the bottom, a flow of slick drips into his boxers. his thighs clench and pull together as best they can underneath him but he can’t do anything to stop his cunt leaking like a faucet 

dewdrop watches from above as the air in the room shifts to something hotter, something thicker. phantom’s scent changes into something intoxicating, overwhelming all of dewdrop’s senses until it settles heavily in the back of his throat like second hand smoke “f-uck,” dewdrop hiccups around the sudden tightness in his throat. his knees threaten to buckle and his hand shoots out. his lithe fingers screw deep into phantom’s curls, “don’t, fuck, don’t swallow, keep your tongue out,”

he tugs phantom up, letting his eyes flicker over phantom’s face. the constellation of freckles over his cheeks stand out against his blushing skin and his lips have been rubbed red from the rough leather of his boot

phantom blinks up at dewdrop in anticipation of what he’s going to do with the little pool of pre in the center of his tongue. his weight shifts from side to side, nervous under dewdrop’s lustful gaze 

“your cunt dripping for me already?” dewdrop asks with a teasing undertone lacing through his words. phantom can’t look down to see but he guesses that there’s a wet patch starting to form on the front of his pants and dewdrop has spotted it 

dewdrop hums and traces his thumb over phantom’s top lip while the quintessence ghoul nods, opting out of trying to talk with his tongue out, not that he could have tried with dewdrop’s thumb starting to swirl through the slick on his tongue 

“messy,” dewdrop lilts and phantom whimpers like he was praised as dewdrop leans forwards, right up over him. and then, dewdrop spits, letting it drip down onto phantom’s tongue with a small wet smack 

phantom moans softly over it as one of dewdrop’s hands slides under his jaw, palm pressing to his chin and fingertips digging into his cheeks. his other hand wraps around the base of his cock and his hips roll forwards, crowding into phantom’s space

it’s teasing really. the way dewdrop hangs his cock right over phantom’s outstretched tongue, so close that phantom can practically taste him. his patience wears thin and lust takes control in record timing, he needs to taste dewdrop, more than he already can, right now 

“dew, ple-” phantom gets cut off with one, two, three loud wet slaps

dewdrop smacks the head of his cock into the pool of his own mess on phantom’s tongue, sending a splatter of slick and spit up the quintessence ghoul’s cheeks. after the third smack, dewdrop rests his cock on phantom’s tongue, letting him feel the slight heaviness of it

“you want it?” dewdrop asks, moving the fingers previously wrapped around his cock to the loose curls draping over phantom’s eyes. he brushes them back, letting them coil around his fingers as phantom nods, “tell me”

for half of a second, phantom frowns. wondering how he’s going to say anything with dewdrop’s cock laying on his tongue but that’s all part of the fun for dewdrop. he wants to hear phantom slurring his words, just to beg for his cock

“i, uh, oh,” phantom whimpers, feeling a drip of dewdrop’s pre slip down his throat, unintentionally spurring him on, “need you, f-fuck my mouth, please i wa-, need yo-”

dewdrop doesn’t have to be told twice. his hips shunt forwards roughly, pinning phantom between the wall and his thighs. the tip of his cock brushes against the back of phantom’s throat, and phantom gags, hot and wet and tight around him

“shit, your mouth,” the fire ghoul groans, curling his fingers further into phantom’s hair to hold him still. his hips start to piston, forwards and backwards, to and fro, falling into a brutal pace that pulls wet gargles and chokes from the other ghouls throat 

phantom can breathe, just barely. or at least that’s what he tells himself through the fog already starting to cloud his mind. something yells that the thin slithers of air that suck into his lungs when dewdrop pulls his hips back are just enough and that the burn forming in his lungs is absolutely nothing to worry about 

a myriad of noises start to fill the otherwise quiet room around them. there’s dewdrop tipping his head back to moan low and long mixing with the wet, sloppy, sounds of his cock fucking in and out of phantom’s mouth while he uses the quintessence ghoul for all that he’s worth 

for phantom, the pleasure of being used in such a crude way, like he’s a toy, outweighs the throbbing ache going forgotten about between his thighs. or, at least it does, until it doesn’t 

the dull ache eventually becomes too much for phantom to bare and before he can stop himself, his hand is drifting up his thigh. he gives a short roll of his hips and feels nothing but the searing heat of his clit grinding over the heel of his hand through his pants 

his hips start to jackrabbit, much like dewdrop’s. uneven jerking movements as they both prioritise their own needs, chase their own desires 

“do that- huh?” dewdrop pants after looking down at phantom, who’s eyes widen when he realises he’s been caught in the act, “no, nuh uh,” dewdrop tuts, stilling his hips and ignoring the ruined whimper phantom gives him

dewdrop presses his hand against the wall above phantom’s head and shifts his weight to one side. using the toe of his boot, the one phantom licked clean, he nudges phantom’s hand away from his cunt  

before phantom can make yet another desperate sound that’ll fall on deaf ears, dewdrop jams his boot between phantom’s thighs. the ridge of his laces press up against phantom’s clit, forcing a punched out gasp out of the quintessence ghoul 

“hump it,” dewdrop orders watching phantom blink his, stupid, puppy dog eyes up at him slowly, “go on, hump my boot like a fucking dog,” 

phantom swallows thickly, which is a struggle on its own with how his throat is coated with dewdrop’s pre, and then, he gives an experimental roll of his hips. 

“o-oh,” phantom shudders with a fire spreading low in his stomach. his eyes pinch shut as he focuses on the feeling of the laces bumping and rubbing over his core 

“good boy,” dewdrop groans, sliding his cock back into the warmth of phantom’s mouth. his hips roll forwards until phantom’s nose is buried in the dusting of hair at the base of his cock and his balls are pressed against phantom’s chin, “good fucking boy,”

phantom practically vibrates with the praise. so hard in fact that his hips stutter and ram his cunt further against dewdrop’s boot before falling back into a rough rhythm that dewdrop is setting with his cock 

if dewdrop thought that phantom was a sight for sore eyes before, he hasn’t quite got the words for what the quintessence ghoul looks like now. tears cling to his lashes and drip down his cheeks freely, his pupils are blown wide and his eyelids pull down, like they’re heavy

his pretty pink lips are plump and swollen, spit sore from the way he’s drooling over himself. strings of his own saliva hang from his chin and dewdrop’s cock, dripping and flicking over his shirt until it’s dark and damp around the neckline. phantom is a mess and dewdrop can’t get enough of it 

“look s’fucking good, s’gonna make me cum,” dewdrop grunts through gritted teeth and fists his hand back into phantom’s curls. he tugs just hard enough to tilt phantom’s head back slightly and then continues to plunge his cock in and out between phantom’s lips 

phantom gurgles around dewdrop’s cock as the new angle forces him a little higher up onto his knees. the next roll of his hips winds a coil tight in his stomach, the drag of dewdrop’s laces over his cunt is brutal

the tip of his hardened clit catches every single lace over dewdrop’s shin, jolting his spine completely straight. his muscles pull painfully tight and his nerve endings tingle, buzzing in every part of his body 

his eyes snap shut and his fingers sink into dewdrop’s bare thighs, blunt nails raking at pale skin until dewdrop hisses but neither ghoul cares, not when they’re both so close to their highs 

“c-uhm,” phantom chokes, doing his best to signal to dewdrop that he’s going to while he all but rides the fire ghoul’s boot and the laces down his shin 

“yeah, do it,” dewdrop pants, looking down to see how phantom clings to him, “make yourself cum humping my fucking boot,” he grits and in a final effort to make phantom cum before he does, he starts to bounce his leg

there’s a deep thud, the heel of dewdrop’s boot colliding with the floor. a choked, broken, wail from phantom as his body shakes with the final drag of his core over dewdrop’s shin and then, phantom goes brainless 

it’s unlike anything phantom has ever felt before. hot and white and ringing in his ears while his body dances the thin line right between pain and pleasure. it’s addictive in a way that’s going to keep him crawling back to dewdrop every time he needs to be used 

“s-shit, do that thing,” dewdrop rambles too soon, unable to give phantom a chance to ride out his high because he’s too close to care, “the thing with your tongue, tha- fuck yeah, that,” he gasps, releasing phantom’s hair from between his fingers

phantom whimpers and his hips jerk through the aftershock of his orgasm whilst he flicks the tip of his tongue lazily at that sensitive spot just underneath the head of dewdrop’s cock, where he knows dewdrop likes it

“fuck, yeahyeahyeah, make me cum,” dewdrop rasps. his cock kicks and then throbs, his balls tighten and draw upwards, all telltale signs that he’s on the edge, “s’comin’,” 

as it turns out, phantom is a good boy. his tongue lolls out of his mouth, decorated with several strings of spit and slick dangling from the tip, before dewdrop has to tell him to. and then, dewdrop paints him white 

dewdrop all but howls when his eyes pinch shut and stars burst behind his eyelids. his hand squeezes lightly around his cock, feeling himself throb whilst he spills hot and heavy all over phantom’s tongue 

but, with his eyes shut, dewdrop doesn’t see, nor feel, phantom’s hand move away from his thigh until he feels gentle fingers brushing against his balls. his cock kicks hard, accidentally sending a spurt of cum up phantom’s red cheek 

“don’t swallow,” dewdrop huffs lightly, shaking his head at the ghoul below him. he slides his fist down his cock, milking the last drops of cum into the pool on phantom’s outstretched tongue, “c’mere, messy,” he mumbles, dragging phantom upwards on shaky legs

phantom slumps back against the wall and dewdrop follows, slumping against him, neither ghoul able to fully hold their own weight. they end up, sort of, face to face and dewdrop’s eyes flicker from phantom’s own to his cheek

the dribble of cum starts to drip, though it doesn’t get far before dewdrop is leaning in and licking a fat stripe up phantom’s hot cheek, cleaning the surface of his skin before pulling back and focusing on the quintessence ghouls tongue

“my good fucking boy,” dewdrop sighs happily, just before he swoops in to kiss and lick his own cum and spit out of his new toy’s mouth.

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i edited this with an ocular migraine so if there’s mistakes, i am very sorry. i couldn’t see the mistakes and neither can you :3