your love will be born again

Which is why he's here at just past midnight, up to his chin in a not-quite-hot-enough tub and wishing he could jump in the deep end of the pool and free his gills. He closes his eyes with a sigh, feeling the water lap at his far too human throat. The chlorine would sting, the air's so thick with it Rain can already feel his skin drying out, but it would be worth the burn just to spend a while lurking at the bottom. Enjoying the cool, the calm, the soothing pressure.

It would be more fun if he had company, though. Someone to hunt like a shark or chase through the water. Hell, even someone to sit on the side and watch him zip through the shallows without a ripple would be enough. It's a shame so few of the other are night owls on tour. Not that he doesn't understand it, of course he does, but it really was a bummer when even Aeon started having his pajamas on by 10pm. Rain blames the moon for keeping him from sleep, selfish thing that she is, but in truth he'd rather float here than lay awake on an uncomfortable hotel mattress anyway.

His next sigh echoes off the vaulted ceiling, and the chuckle that answer it is so unexpected that Rain inhales a noseful of steaming water. He sputters in a most inelegant fashion as that chuckle graduates to a barking laugh, and by the time Rain gathers his wits he finds Dewdrop grinning down at him.

"Hey," he greets with a two-fingered wave, nonchalant as anything. Rain peers up at him, dark curls clinging to his cheeks, and blinks.

"Uh. Hi?"

Dew raises an eyebrow. He's got his thumbs tucked into the belt of a fluffy red robe he's had for so long that it's closer to pink - not that anyone would tell him that.

"Not happy to see me?"

There's a playful sparkle in those tired eyes, the one surrounded by more and more wrinkles every day it seems. Rain always forgets how blue they are when Dew's in full glamour, but the lines remain no matter his form.

"Surprised me," Rain murmurs, running a hand through his hair and floating back to his seat. "You went to your room so fast I think you left your shadow behind."

Dew snorts at that, striding over toward the tub and undoing his robe. He drops it over the back of the same chair Rain used for his towel, revealing a simple pair of black swim trunks. The barbells through his nipples gleam in the low light as Dew steps out of his dedicated shower sandals.

"Had a hot date or something," he offers, not even trying to cover up the yawn that follows. Rain watches him saunter over to the small control panel on the wall, adding minutes to the timer on the hot tub jets.

"Or something?"

Dew pulls his hair back into a quick knot, and Rain watches the muscles in his slim back shift beneath pale skin. He's smirking when he turns, making a slow beeline for the hot tub steps.

"And since you were supposed to room with me tonight, I figured -"

Dew cuts himself off with a brief groan as his toes breach the water, and the crease between his brows tells Rain he's not pleased with the it either.

"Is it the fire ghoul in me, or is this basically piss temperature?"

Rain wrinkles his nose, sitting up a bit straighter, and Dew gives him a gross little smile. He sinks into the water, wading his way through the bubbling tub until he can settle at Rain's side. He rests a calluses hand on Rain's muscled thigh and Rain groans - his touch is warmer than the water.

"Yeah, thought so. Can never truat these damn budget hotels..."

Dew harrumphs, not seeming to mind in the slightest when Rain twists sideways and moves to slot himself between Dew's spread knees. A cat on the hunt for a summertime sunspot. He leans in until they're chest to chest, his chin hooked over Dew's bony shoulder, his natural heat already starting to warm the water around them. "Hang on, let me just -"

Steadily, the water warms. Envelops them in thick clouds of steam and leaves Rain with a dizzy feeling he really, really likes. It's only a couple of minutes before he's boneless in the water, drooling into the crook of Dew's neck and smiling like a drunken fool.

"That's better," Dew sighs, running a rough palm down Rain's sagging spine. "Anyway, since you were supposed to room with me and never showed up, I figured I'd hunt you down."

"How'd y'know I'd be here?"

Every word feels like such an effort. Rain's been back and forth between the pool and hot tub half a dozen times in the hour he's been here, but somehow two minutes laying against Dew's heated chest has been infinitely more relaxing. He feels like he could fall asleep right here.

"One always searches for a ghoul in their natural habitat," Dew explains. He plants a kiss behind Rain's ear, makes his calf twitch. "And you always find the sluts at the pool."

It takes two breaths for Rain to get Dew in a headlock and drag him under the surface, and two breaths more for the pair of them to emerge in a fit of spashing and howling laughter.

"Asshole!" Rain hurls, coughing up a mouthful of water between wheezes.

"I am what I eat," Dew proclaims, wiping water from those beautiful eyes, and wholly ignores the disgusted noise Rain gives in reply.

He swims the short distance to where Rain is attempting to gather himself, echoes of raucous laughter still bouncing off the yellowed concrete floor. Dew doesn't stop until they're floating nose to nose, and when he does their grins match.

Rain's not sure who starts the kiss, and he's too busy sucking on Dew's tongue to care. He tastes like cigarettes and cinnamon gum, like a hundred nights spent crammed into one bunk, a supply closet or behind a clothing rack in some dressing room. Rain doesn't fight as Dew guides them back to a bench seat, letting the other ghoul settle him into a straddle that has Rain's thighs straining. He's not about to complain.

Dew's the one to break the kiss, and Rain would complain if it didn't mean Dew was now nipping at his throat. His teeth have always been so sharp, even in glamour, and Rain only has to whisper a near-silent 'please' to have Dew sucking a cruel bruise into otherwise unmarred skin. Rain gasps with it, nails finding homes in Dew's exposed shoulders, and the hiss it earns him goes straight to Rain's cunt.

"Oh it's been way too long since we've fucked in a hot tub," Rain half moans, rolling his hips against the burgeoning tent in Dew's trunks. "How do you want me?"

"See?" Dew slurs against his neck, licking at the mark Rain will wear proudly for at least the next week. "Sluts are always at the pool."

Rain would argue for the sake of it, but it takes all of three seconds for Dew to get him kneeling before one of those lovely jets with his own swimsuit around his thighs. The first pulse of water against his clit makes his eyes cross, and Rain?

Well, Rain thinks it's pretty damn nice to be a slut.

"Hold onto the edge," Dew murmurs, pressing himself to Rain's back. He's impossibly hot to the touch, makes the water feel chill, and Rain's lightheaded all over again. But he listens. Grabs the textured concrete for balance as Dew wraps spindly arms around him, that proud nose drifting along his nape. "Good boy. Fast or slow?"

Dew's chin comes to rest on his left shoulder, one hand settling at the center of Rain's chest and the other in a vee just above his already excited clit. Dew tightens that vee, gives him the ghost of a stroke, and Rain makes a sound he will never admit to making.

"Has to be fast," he huffs, relaxing back into Dew's embrace. A flash of them on stage drifts through him steam-clouded mind, of Rain eagerly leaning back for a hand on his throat, and he knows Dew feels the way his cunt pulses. The other ghoul makes a questioning sound. "The girl at the desk said I can only be here until one."

There's a clock on the far wall, and it currently reads 12:48am. Dew hums.

"So, ten minutes? Less if I don't wanna be carrying you outta here?"

Rain nods, and Dew mirrors it.

"I can work with that."

Everything happens at once, and Rain's really glad Dew told him to hold the edge. He's not sure he'd be able to keep his balance otherwise; the combination of Dew's skilled mouth sucking a new mark into his throat, one hand teasing a nipple and the other exposing his clit would be enough on their own. But Dew has added leverage in his hips, leverage he can use to snuggle the ridge of his cock between Rain's pert cheeks and guide both of them forward until -

"Fuck, fuck, oh right - right there, shit!"

The babbling is never not embarrassing, but nothing gives Rain goosebumps quite like the way Dew laughs into his skin when he does it. He couldn't help it if he wanted to, no with the way Dew has him pinned right in front of one of those pulsing, overwarm jets. Every rush of water against his stiff little cock has Rain yipping and twitching between bouts of pleas and cursing, and it takes no time at all for Dew to get their hips rolling in rhythm.

"Listen to you," Dew pants into damp skin, licking beads of sweat from Rain's hairline. "So dramatic."

"F-fuck off," Rain breathes, eyes fluttering as Dew forces him into a particularly pleasurable position. "I can feel how - shit, yes - how hard you are."

"And yet I'm not mewling like a pornstar about it," he counters, pinching Rain's nipple hard enough to force a squeak. "That's your job, angelfish."

The hand on his chest comes up to give him the most condescending pat on the cheek, and Rain bodily sags in Dew's arms. His eyes stick to the clock.

"Six minutes left," Rain says, shivery with want, and Dew pushes two fingers into his mouth just because he can. Rain sucks on them, earns another 'good boy' for his troubles, and admires the string of saliva left between them. "Make me cum now and you can do whatever you want when we get upstairs."

Dew snorts.

"Like I wasn't gonna do that anyway."

Rain's breathless by the time Dew gets him positioned, thighs and clit twitching alike. He's flushed every shade of red, hunched over the edge of the swirling hot tub with a cheek pillowed on crossed arms, legs spread and hips canted into the stream of that brutally pleasurable jet. At his side kneels Dew, one of his hands on the back on Rain's neck as the other skates down his spine. Through the water, down, down, down -

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh." Dew teases, other hand holding firm as he pressed three long, elegant fingers into Rain's eager cunt. "You make demands, you have to accept the consequences, right?"

Rain drools onto his arm as Dew pushes in deep, forcing him even closer to the tub jet that is very quickly sleeping his end. Rain can feel that telltale pressure inside, coiling together into something brilliant behind his eyes and deep in his gut.

"Uh huh," he manages, eyes mostly closed and mouth hanging open. His brain has turned to a soup, the world reduced to heat and pleasure that comes in waves so high they threaten to drown. "Fuck Dew, fuck -"

"S'okay, you're almost there," Dewdrop tells him, adjusting the angle of his fingers, and a billion stars burst behind Rain's unfocused eyes. "You're already clenching."

Rain loves how well Dew knows his body.

"'M gonna," he's panting not a minute later, hips rolling against those wonderful fingers and the force of the jet. Every eager moan bounces off the foggy windows, surrounds them in a haze of lust that has Rain's whole world going fuzzy. "Dew -"

"Go on," Dewdrop insists, getting as close to Rain as he can. Panting in his ear, cock rock hard against his hip, fingers crooked so fucking perfectly. His tongue flicks over Rain's earlobe. "Let me feel it cum for me."

Dew crooks his fingers, Rain arches, and with a pitchy shout he does exactly as he's told.

It takes a solid minute for the spots to clear from Rain's vision, his cunt still giving Dew's fingers a few token squeezes as he pulls them out. Ticklish kisses pepper his shoulder as Dee drags his mustache along the soft skin there. He feels like he's turned to jelly in the best way, and the groan Rain lets out is one of utter peace.

"Needed that," he croaks, and Dew chuckles in response. There's splashing after that, and Rain opens a groggy eye to see the other ghoul trotting over to his robe. The obvious tent in his wet trunks makes Rain wish he had a tail to swish around.

"Seems like it," Dew agrees, tying the robe closed once more. Rain watches him with a dopey grin plastered across his beet red face, and Dew smirks at him. "Now get out here," he adds, fidgeting with something at his waist. "It's my turn."

With a wet plop, Dew's trunks hit the concrete floor. He picks them up, stands to wring them out, and Rain immediately hones in on the spot where there lovely pink head of his cock has escaped the confies of the robe.

"Yes Sir," he says with the air of a purr, and Rain doesn't even bother putting his suit back on before ascending the hot tub's steps. It's worth it to watch Dew's dick jump when he's fully exposed. The other ghoul extends a hand after Rain fastens a towel around his waist, and Rain gladly accepts.

"You're gonna be sore tomorrow," Dewdrop warns.

Which is why he's here at just past midnight, up to his chin in a not-quite-hot-enough tub and wishing he could jump in the deep end of the pool and free his gills. He closes his eyes with a sigh, feeling the water lap at his far too human throat. The chlorine would sting, the air's so thick with it Rain can already feel his skin drying out, but it would be worth the burn just to spend a while lurking at the bottom. Enjoying the cool, the calm, the soothing pressure.

It would be more fun if he had company, though. Someone to hunt like a shark or chase through the water. Hell, even someone to sit on the side and watch him zip through the shallows without a ripple would be enough. It's a shame so few of the other are night owls on tour. Not that he doesn't understand it, of course he does, but it really was a bummer when even Aeon started having his pajamas on by 10pm. Rain blames the moon for keeping him from sleep, selfish thing that she is, but in truth he'd rather float here than lay awake on an uncomfortable hotel mattress anyway.

His next sigh echoes off the vaulted ceiling, and the chuckle that answer it is so unexpected that Rain inhales a noseful of steaming water. He sputters in a most inelegant fashion as that chuckle graduates to a barking laugh, and by the time Rain gathers his wits he finds Dewdrop grinning down at him.

"Hey," he greets with a two-fingered wave, nonchalant as anything. Rain peers up at him, dark curls clinging to his cheeks, and blinks.

"Uh. Hi?"

Dew raises an eyebrow. He's got his thumbs tucked into the belt of a fluffy red robe he's had for so long that it's closer to pink - not that anyone would tell him that.

"Not happy to see me?"

There's a playful sparkle in those tired eyes, the one surrounded by more and more wrinkles every day it seems. Rain always forgets how blue they are when Dew's in full glamour, but the lines remain no matter his form.

"Surprised me," Rain murmurs, running a hand through his hair and floating back to his seat. "You went to your room so fast I think you left your shadow behind."

Dew snorts at that, striding over toward the tub and undoing his robe. He drops it over the back of the same chair Rain used for his towel, revealing a simple pair of black swim trunks. The barbells through his nipples gleam in the low light as Dew steps out of his dedicated shower sandals.

"Had a hot date or something," he offers, not even trying to cover up the yawn that follows. Rain watches him saunter over to the small control panel on the wall, adding minutes to the timer on the hot tub jets.

"Or something?"

Dew pulls his hair back into a quick knot, and Rain watches the muscles in his slim back shift beneath pale skin. He's smirking when he turns, making a slow beeline for the hot tub steps.

"And since you were supposed to room with me tonight, I figured -"

Dew cuts himself off with a brief groan as his toes breach the water, and the crease between his brows tells Rain he's not pleased with the it either.

"Is it the fire ghoul in me, or is this basically piss temperature?"

Rain wrinkles his nose, sitting up a bit straighter, and Dew gives him a gross little smile. He sinks into the water, wading his way through the bubbling tub until he can settle at Rain's side. He rests a calluses hand on Rain's muscled thigh and Rain groans - his touch is warmer than the water.

"Yeah, thought so. Can never truat these damn budget hotels..."

Dew harrumphs, not seeming to mind in the slightest when Rain twists sideways and moves to slot himself between Dew's spread knees. A cat on the hunt for a summertime sunspot. He leans in until they're chest to chest, his chin hooked over Dew's bony shoulder, his natural heat already starting to warm the water around them. "Hang on, let me just -"

Steadily, the water warms. Envelops them in thick clouds of steam and leaves Rain with a dizzy feeling he really, really likes. It's only a couple of minutes before he's boneless in the water, drooling into the crook of Dew's neck and smiling like a drunken fool.

"That's better," Dew sighs, running a rough palm down Rain's sagging spine. "Anyway, since you were supposed to room with me and never showed up, I figured I'd hunt you down."

"How'd y'know I'd be here?"

Every word feels like such an effort. Rain's been back and forth between the pool and hot tub half a dozen times in the hour he's been here, but somehow two minutes laying against Dew's heated chest has been infinitely more relaxing. He feels like he could fall asleep right here.

"One always searches for a ghoul in their natural habitat," Dew explains. He plants a kiss behind Rain's ear, makes his calf twitch. "And you always find the sluts at the pool."

It takes two breaths for Rain to get Dew in a headlock and drag him under the surface, and two breaths more for the pair of them to emerge in a fit of spashing and howling laughter.

"Asshole!" Rain hurls, coughing up a mouthful of water between wheezes.

"I am what I eat," Dew proclaims, wiping water from those beautiful eyes, and wholly ignores the disgusted noise Rain gives in reply.

He swims the short distance to where Rain is attempting to gather himself, echoes of raucous laughter still bouncing off the yellowed concrete floor. Dew doesn't stop until they're floating nose to nose, and when he does their grins match.

Rain's not sure who starts the kiss, and he's too busy sucking on Dew's tongue to care. He tastes like cigarettes and cinnamon gum, like a hundred nights spent crammed into one bunk, a supply closet or behind a clothing rack in some dressing room. Rain doesn't fight as Dew guides them back to a bench seat, letting the other ghoul settle him into a straddle that has Rain's thighs straining. He's not about to complain.

Dew's the one to break the kiss, and Rain would complain if it didn't mean Dew was now nipping at his throat. His teeth have always been so sharp, even in glamour, and Rain only has to whisper a near-silent 'please' to have Dew sucking a cruel bruise into otherwise unmarred skin. Rain gasps with it, nails finding homes in Dew's exposed shoulders, and the hiss it earns him goes straight to Rain's cunt.

"Oh it's been way too long since we've fucked in a hot tub," Rain half moans, rolling his hips against the burgeoning tent in Dew's trunks. "How do you want me?"

"See?" Dew slurs against his neck, licking at the mark Rain will wear proudly for at least the next week. "Sluts are always at the pool."

Rain would argue for the sake of it, but it takes all of three seconds for Dew to get him kneeling before one of those lovely jets with his own swimsuit around his thighs. The first pulse of water against his clit makes his eyes cross, and Rain?

Well, Rain thinks it's pretty damn nice to be a slut.

"Hold onto the edge," Dew murmurs, pressing himself to Rain's back. He's impossibly hot to the touch, makes the water feel chill, and Rain's lightheaded all over again. But he listens. Grabs the textured concrete for balance as Dew wraps spindly arms around him, that proud nose drifting along his nape. "Good boy. Fast or slow?"

Dew's chin comes to rest on his left shoulder, one hand settling at the center of Rain's chest and the other in a vee just above his already excited clit. Dew tightens that vee, gives him the ghost of a stroke, and Rain makes a sound he will never admit to making.

"Has to be fast," he huffs, relaxing back into Dew's embrace. A flash of them on stage drifts through him steam-clouded mind, of Rain eagerly leaning back for a hand on his throat, and he knows Dew feels the way his cunt pulses. The other ghoul makes a questioning sound. "The girl at the desk said I can only be here until one."

There's a clock on the far wall, and it currently reads 12:48am. Dew hums.

"So, ten minutes? Less if I don't wanna be carrying you outta here?"

Rain nods, and Dew mirrors it.

"I can work with that."

Everything happens at once, and Rain's really glad Dew told him to hold the edge. He's not sure he'd be able to keep his balance otherwise; the combination of Dew's skilled mouth sucking a new mark into his throat, one hand teasing a nipple and the other exposing his clit would be enough on their own. But Dew has added leverage in his hips, leverage he can use to snuggle the ridge of his cock between Rain's pert cheeks and guide both of them forward until -

"Fuck, fuck, oh right - right there, shit!"

The babbling is never not embarrassing, but nothing gives Rain goosebumps quite like the way Dew laughs into his skin when he does it. He couldn't help it if he wanted to, no with the way Dew has him pinned right in front of one of those pulsing, overwarm jets. Every rush of water against his stiff little cock has Rain yipping and twitching between bouts of pleas and cursing, and it takes no time at all for Dew to get their hips rolling in rhythm.

"Listen to you," Dew pants into damp skin, licking beads of sweat from Rain's hairline. "So dramatic."

"F-fuck off," Rain breathes, eyes fluttering as Dew forces him into a particularly pleasurable position. "I can feel how - shit, yes - how hard you are."

"And yet I'm not mewling like a pornstar about it," he counters, pinching Rain's nipple hard enough to force a squeak. "That's your job, angelfish."

The hand on his chest comes up to give him the most condescending pat on the cheek, and Rain bodily sags in Dew's arms. His eyes stick to the clock.

"Six minutes left," Rain says, shivery with want, and Dew pushes two fingers into his mouth just because he can. Rain sucks on them, earns another 'good boy' for his troubles, and admires the string of saliva left between them. "Make me cum now and you can do whatever you want when we get upstairs."

Dew snorts.

"Like I wasn't gonna do that anyway."

Rain's breathless by the time Dew gets him positioned, thighs and clit twitching alike. He's flushed every shade of red, hunched over the edge of the swirling hot tub with a cheek pillowed on crossed arms, legs spread and hips canted into the stream of that brutally pleasurable jet. At his side kneels Dew, one of his hands on the back on Rain's neck as the other skates down his spine. Through the water, down, down, down -

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh." Dew teases, other hand holding firm as he pressed three long, elegant fingers into Rain's eager cunt. "You make demands, you have to accept the consequences, right?"

Rain drools onto his arm as Dew pushes in deep, forcing him even closer to the tub jet that is very quickly sleeping his end. Rain can feel that telltale pressure inside, coiling together into something brilliant behind his eyes and deep in his gut.

"Uh huh," he manages, eyes mostly closed and mouth hanging open. His brain has turned to a soup, the world reduced to heat and pleasure that comes in waves so high they threaten to drown. "Fuck Dew, fuck -"

"S'okay, you're almost there," Dewdrop tells him, adjusting the angle of his fingers, and a billion stars burst behind Rain's unfocused eyes. "You're already clenching."

Rain loves how well Dew knows his body.

"'M gonna," he's panting not a minute later, hips rolling against those wonderful fingers and the force of the jet. Every eager moan bounces off the foggy windows, surrounds them in a haze of lust that has Rain's whole world going fuzzy. "Dew -"

"Go on," Dewdrop insists, getting as close to Rain as he can. Panting in his ear, cock rock hard against his hip, fingers crooked so fucking perfectly. His tongue flicks over Rain's earlobe. "Let me feel it cum for me."

Dew crooks his fingers, Rain arches, and with a pitchy shout he does exactly as he's told.

It takes a solid minute for the spots to clear from Rain's vision, his cunt still giving Dew's fingers a few token squeezes as he pulls them out. Ticklish kisses pepper his shoulder as Dee drags his mustache along the soft skin there. He feels like he's turned to jelly in the best way, and the groan Rain lets out is one of utter peace.

"Needed that," he croaks, and Dew chuckles in response. There's splashing after that, and Rain opens a groggy eye to see the other ghoul trotting over to his robe. The obvious tent in his wet trunks makes Rain wish he had a tail to swish around.

"Seems like it," Dew agrees, tying the robe closed once more. Rain watches him with a dopey grin plastered across his beet red face, and Dew smirks at him. "Now get out here," he adds, fidgeting with something at his waist. "It's my turn."

With a wet plop, Dew's trunks hit the concrete floor. He picks them up, stands to wring them out, and Rain immediately hones in on the spot where there lovely pink head of his cock has escaped the confies of the robe.

"Yes Sir," he says with the air of a purr, and Rain doesn't even bother putting his suit back on before ascending the hot tub's steps. It's worth it to watch Dew's dick jump when he's fully exposed. The other ghoul extends a hand after Rain fastens a towel around his waist, and Rain gladly accepts.

"You're gonna be sore tomorrow," Dewdrop warns.

Which is why he's here at just past midnight, up to his chin in a not-quite-hot-enough tub and wishing he could jump in the deep end of the pool and free his gills. He closes his eyes with a sigh, feeling the water lap at his far too human throat. The chlorine would sting, the air's so thick with it Rain can already feel his skin drying out, but it would be worth the burn just to spend a while lurking at the bottom. Enjoying the cool, the calm, the soothing pressure.

It would be more fun if he had company, though. Someone to hunt like a shark or chase through the water. Hell, even someone to sit on the side and watch him zip through the shallows without a ripple would be enough. It's a shame so few of the other are night owls on tour. Not that he doesn't understand it, of course he does, but it really was a bummer when even Aeon started having his pajamas on by 10pm. Rain blames the moon for keeping him from sleep, selfish thing that she is, but in truth he'd rather float here than lay awake on an uncomfortable hotel mattress anyway.

His next sigh echoes off the vaulted ceiling, and the chuckle that answer it is so unexpected that Rain inhales a noseful of steaming water. He sputters in a most inelegant fashion as that chuckle graduates to a barking laugh, and by the time Rain gathers his wits he finds Dewdrop grinning down at him.

"Hey," he greets with a two-fingered wave, nonchalant as anything. Rain peers up at him, dark curls clinging to his cheeks, and blinks.

"Uh. Hi?"

Dew raises an eyebrow. He's got his thumbs tucked into the belt of a fluffy red robe he's had for so long that it's closer to pink - not that anyone would tell him that.

"Not happy to see me?"

There's a playful sparkle in those tired eyes, the one surrounded by more and more wrinkles every day it seems. Rain always forgets how blue they are when Dew's in full glamour, but the lines remain no matter his form.

"Surprised me," Rain murmurs, running a hand through his hair and floating back to his seat. "You went to your room so fast I think you left your shadow behind."

Dew snorts at that, striding over toward the tub and undoing his robe. He drops it over the back of the same chair Rain used for his towel, revealing a simple pair of black swim trunks. The barbells through his nipples gleam in the low light as Dew steps out of his dedicated shower sandals.

"Had a hot date or something," he offers, not even trying to cover up the yawn that follows. Rain watches him saunter over to the small control panel on the wall, adding minutes to the timer on the hot tub jets.

"Or something?"

Dew pulls his hair back into a quick knot, and Rain watches the muscles in his slim back shift beneath pale skin. He's smirking when he turns, making a slow beeline for the hot tub steps.

"And since you were supposed to room with me tonight, I figured -"

Dew cuts himself off with a brief groan as his toes breach the water, and the crease between his brows tells Rain he's not pleased with the it either.

"Is it the fire ghoul in me, or is this basically piss temperature?"

Rain wrinkles his nose, sitting up a bit straighter, and Dew gives him a gross little smile. He sinks into the water, wading his way through the bubbling tub until he can settle at Rain's side. He rests a calluses hand on Rain's muscled thigh and Rain groans - his touch is warmer than the water.

"Yeah, thought so. Can never truat these damn budget hotels..."

Dew harrumphs, not seeming to mind in the slightest when Rain twists sideways and moves to slot himself between Dew's spread knees. A cat on the hunt for a summertime sunspot. He leans in until they're chest to chest, his chin hooked over Dew's bony shoulder, his natural heat already starting to warm the water around them. "Hang on, let me just -"

Steadily, the water warms. Envelops them in thick clouds of steam and leaves Rain with a dizzy feeling he really, really likes. It's only a couple of minutes before he's boneless in the water, drooling into the crook of Dew's neck and smiling like a drunken fool.

"That's better," Dew sighs, running a rough palm down Rain's sagging spine. "Anyway, since you were supposed to room with me and never showed up, I figured I'd hunt you down."

"How'd y'know I'd be here?"

Every word feels like such an effort. Rain's been back and forth between the pool and hot tub half a dozen times in the hour he's been here, but somehow two minutes laying against Dew's heated chest has been infinitely more relaxing. He feels like he could fall asleep right here.

"One always searches for a ghoul in their natural habitat," Dew explains. He plants a kiss behind Rain's ear, makes his calf twitch. "And you always find the sluts at the pool."

It takes two breaths for Rain to get Dew in a headlock and drag him under the surface, and two breaths more for the pair of them to emerge in a fit of spashing and howling laughter.

"Asshole!" Rain hurls, coughing up a mouthful of water between wheezes.

"I am what I eat," Dew proclaims, wiping water from those beautiful eyes, and wholly ignores the disgusted noise Rain gives in reply.

He swims the short distance to where Rain is attempting to gather himself, echoes of raucous laughter still bouncing off the yellowed concrete floor. Dew doesn't stop until they're floating nose to nose, and when he does their grins match.

Rain's not sure who starts the kiss, and he's too busy sucking on Dew's tongue to care. He tastes like cigarettes and cinnamon gum, like a hundred nights spent crammed into one bunk, a supply closet or behind a clothing rack in some dressing room. Rain doesn't fight as Dew guides them back to a bench seat, letting the other ghoul settle him into a straddle that has Rain's thighs straining. He's not about to complain.

Dew's the one to break the kiss, and Rain would complain if it didn't mean Dew was now nipping at his throat. His teeth have always been so sharp, even in glamour, and Rain only has to whisper a near-silent 'please' to have Dew sucking a cruel bruise into otherwise unmarred skin. Rain gasps with it, nails finding homes in Dew's exposed shoulders, and the hiss it earns him goes straight to Rain's cunt.

"Oh it's been way too long since we've fucked in a hot tub," Rain half moans, rolling his hips against the burgeoning tent in Dew's trunks. "How do you want me?"

"See?" Dew slurs against his neck, licking at the mark Rain will wear proudly for at least the next week. "Sluts are always at the pool."

Rain would argue for the sake of it, but it takes all of three seconds for Dew to get him kneeling before one of those lovely jets with his own swimsuit around his thighs. The first pulse of water against his clit makes his eyes cross, and Rain?

Well, Rain thinks it's pretty damn nice to be a slut.

"Hold onto the edge," Dew murmurs, pressing himself to Rain's back. He's impossibly hot to the touch, makes the water feel chill, and Rain's lightheaded all over again. But he listens. Grabs the textured concrete for balance as Dew wraps spindly arms around him, that proud nose drifting along his nape. "Good boy. Fast or slow?"

Dew's chin comes to rest on his left shoulder, one hand settling at the center of Rain's chest and the other in a vee just above his already excited clit. Dew tightens that vee, gives him the ghost of a stroke, and Rain makes a sound he will never admit to making.

"Has to be fast," he huffs, relaxing back into Dew's embrace. A flash of them on stage drifts through him steam-clouded mind, of Rain eagerly leaning back for a hand on his throat, and he knows Dew feels the way his cunt pulses. The other ghoul makes a questioning sound. "The girl at the desk said I can only be here until one."

There's a clock on the far wall, and it currently reads 12:48am. Dew hums.

"So, ten minutes? Less if I don't wanna be carrying you outta here?"

Rain nods, and Dew mirrors it.

"I can work with that."

Everything happens at once, and Rain's really glad Dew told him to hold the edge. He's not sure he'd be able to keep his balance otherwise; the combination of Dew's skilled mouth sucking a new mark into his throat, one hand teasing a nipple and the other exposing his clit would be enough on their own. But Dew has added leverage in his hips, leverage he can use to snuggle the ridge of his cock between Rain's pert cheeks and guide both of them forward until -

"Fuck, fuck, oh right - right there, shit!"

The babbling is never not embarrassing, but nothing gives Rain goosebumps quite like the way Dew laughs into his skin when he does it. He couldn't help it if he wanted to, no with the way Dew has him pinned right in front of one of those pulsing, overwarm jets. Every rush of water against his stiff little cock has Rain yipping and twitching between bouts of pleas and cursing, and it takes no time at all for Dew to get their hips rolling in rhythm.

"Listen to you," Dew pants into damp skin, licking beads of sweat from Rain's hairline. "So dramatic."

"F-fuck off," Rain breathes, eyes fluttering as Dew forces him into a particularly pleasurable position. "I can feel how - shit, yes - how hard you are."

"And yet I'm not mewling like a pornstar about it," he counters, pinching Rain's nipple hard enough to force a squeak. "That's your job, angelfish."

The hand on his chest comes up to give him the most condescending pat on the cheek, and Rain bodily sags in Dew's arms. His eyes stick to the clock.

"Six minutes left," Rain says, shivery with want, and Dew pushes two fingers into his mouth just because he can. Rain sucks on them, earns another 'good boy' for his troubles, and admires the string of saliva left between them. "Make me cum now and you can do whatever you want when we get upstairs."

Dew snorts.

"Like I wasn't gonna do that anyway."

Rain's breathless by the time Dew gets him positioned, thighs and clit twitching alike. He's flushed every shade of red, hunched over the edge of the swirling hot tub with a cheek pillowed on crossed arms, legs spread and hips canted into the stream of that brutally pleasurable jet. At his side kneels Dew, one of his hands on the back on Rain's neck as the other skates down his spine. Through the water, down, down, down -

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh." Dew teases, other hand holding firm as he pressed three long, elegant fingers into Rain's eager cunt. "You make demands, you have to accept the consequences, right?"

Rain drools onto his arm as Dew pushes in deep, forcing him even closer to the tub jet that is very quickly sleeping his end. Rain can feel that telltale pressure inside, coiling together into something brilliant behind his eyes and deep in his gut.

"Uh huh," he manages, eyes mostly closed and mouth hanging open. His brain has turned to a soup, the world reduced to heat and pleasure that comes in waves so high they threaten to drown. "Fuck Dew, fuck -"

"S'okay, you're almost there," Dewdrop tells him, adjusting the angle of his fingers, and a billion stars burst behind Rain's unfocused eyes. "You're already clenching."

Rain loves how well Dew knows his body.

"'M gonna," he's panting not a minute later, hips rolling against those wonderful fingers and the force of the jet. Every eager moan bounces off the foggy windows, surrounds them in a haze of lust that has Rain's whole world going fuzzy. "Dew -"

"Go on," Dewdrop insists, getting as close to Rain as he can. Panting in his ear, cock rock hard against his hip, fingers crooked so fucking perfectly. His tongue flicks over Rain's earlobe. "Let me feel it cum for me."

Dew crooks his fingers, Rain arches, and with a pitchy shout he does exactly as he's told.

It takes a solid minute for the spots to clear from Rain's vision, his cunt still giving Dew's fingers a few token squeezes as he pulls them out. Ticklish kisses pepper his shoulder as Dee drags his mustache along the soft skin there. He feels like he's turned to jelly in the best way, and the groan Rain lets out is one of utter peace.

"Needed that," he croaks, and Dew chuckles in response. There's splashing after that, and Rain opens a groggy eye to see the other ghoul trotting over to his robe. The obvious tent in his wet trunks makes Rain wish he had a tail to swish around.

"Seems like it," Dew agrees, tying the robe closed once more. Rain watches him with a dopey grin plastered across his beet red face, and Dew smirks at him. "Now get out here," he adds, fidgeting with something at his waist. "It's my turn."

With a wet plop, Dew's trunks hit the concrete floor. He picks them up, stands to wring them out, and Rain immediately hones in on the spot where there lovely pink head of his cock has escaped the confies of the robe.

"Yes Sir," he says with the air of a purr, and Rain doesn't even bother putting his suit back on before ascending the hot tub's steps. It's worth it to watch Dew's dick jump when he's fully exposed. The other ghoul extends a hand after Rain fastens a towel around his waist, and Rain gladly accepts.

"You're gonna be sore tomorrow," Dewdrop warns.

Which is why he's here at just past midnight, up to his chin in a not-quite-hot-enough tub and wishing he could jump in the deep end of the pool and free his gills. He closes his eyes with a sigh, feeling the water lap at his far too human throat. The chlorine would sting, the air's so thick with it Rain can already feel his skin drying out, but it would be worth the burn just to spend a while lurking at the bottom. Enjoying the cool, the calm, the soothing pressure.

It would be more fun if he had company, though. Someone to hunt like a shark or chase through the water. Hell, even someone to sit on the side and watch him zip through the shallows without a ripple would be enough. It's a shame so few of the other are night owls on tour. Not that he doesn't understand it, of course he does, but it really was a bummer when even Aeon started having his pajamas on by 10pm. Rain blames the moon for keeping him from sleep, selfish thing that she is, but in truth he'd rather float here than lay awake on an uncomfortable hotel mattress anyway.

His next sigh echoes off the vaulted ceiling, and the chuckle that answer it is so unexpected that Rain inhales a noseful of steaming water. He sputters in a most inelegant fashion as that chuckle graduates to a barking laugh, and by the time Rain gathers his wits he finds Dewdrop grinning down at him.

"Hey," he greets with a two-fingered wave, nonchalant as anything. Rain peers up at him, dark curls clinging to his cheeks, and blinks.

"Uh. Hi?"

Dew raises an eyebrow. He's got his thumbs tucked into the belt of a fluffy red robe he's had for so long that it's closer to pink - not that anyone would tell him that.

"Not happy to see me?"

There's a playful sparkle in those tired eyes, the one surrounded by more and more wrinkles every day it seems. Rain always forgets how blue they are when Dew's in full glamour, but the lines remain no matter his form.

"Surprised me," Rain murmurs, running a hand through his hair and floating back to his seat. "You went to your room so fast I think you left your shadow behind."

Dew snorts at that, striding over toward the tub and undoing his robe. He drops it over the back of the same chair Rain used for his towel, revealing a simple pair of black swim trunks. The barbells through his nipples gleam in the low light as Dew steps out of his dedicated shower sandals.

"Had a hot date or something," he offers, not even trying to cover up the yawn that follows. Rain watches him saunter over to the small control panel on the wall, adding minutes to the timer on the hot tub jets.

"Or something?"

Dew pulls his hair back into a quick knot, and Rain watches the muscles in his slim back shift beneath pale skin. He's smirking when he turns, making a slow beeline for the hot tub steps.

"And since you were supposed to room with me tonight, I figured -"

Dew cuts himself off with a brief groan as his toes breach the water, and the crease between his brows tells Rain he's not pleased with the it either.

"Is it the fire ghoul in me, or is this basically piss temperature?"

Rain wrinkles his nose, sitting up a bit straighter, and Dew gives him a gross little smile. He sinks into the water, wading his way through the bubbling tub until he can settle at Rain's side. He rests a calluses hand on Rain's muscled thigh and Rain groans - his touch is warmer than the water.

"Yeah, thought so. Can never truat these damn budget hotels..."

Dew harrumphs, not seeming to mind in the slightest when Rain twists sideways and moves to slot himself between Dew's spread knees. A cat on the hunt for a summertime sunspot. He leans in until they're chest to chest, his chin hooked over Dew's bony shoulder, his natural heat already starting to warm the water around them. "Hang on, let me just -"

Steadily, the water warms. Envelops them in thick clouds of steam and leaves Rain with a dizzy feeling he really, really likes. It's only a couple of minutes before he's boneless in the water, drooling into the crook of Dew's neck and smiling like a drunken fool.

"That's better," Dew sighs, running a rough palm down Rain's sagging spine. "Anyway, since you were supposed to room with me and never showed up, I figured I'd hunt you down."

"How'd y'know I'd be here?"

Every word feels like such an effort. Rain's been back and forth between the pool and hot tub half a dozen times in the hour he's been here, but somehow two minutes laying against Dew's heated chest has been infinitely more relaxing. He feels like he could fall asleep right here.

"One always searches for a ghoul in their natural habitat," Dew explains. He plants a kiss behind Rain's ear, makes his calf twitch. "And you always find the sluts at the pool."

It takes two breaths for Rain to get Dew in a headlock and drag him under the surface, and two breaths more for the pair of them to emerge in a fit of spashing and howling laughter.

"Asshole!" Rain hurls, coughing up a mouthful of water between wheezes.

"I am what I eat," Dew proclaims, wiping water from those beautiful eyes, and wholly ignores the disgusted noise Rain gives in reply.

He swims the short distance to where Rain is attempting to gather himself, echoes of raucous laughter still bouncing off the yellowed concrete floor. Dew doesn't stop until they're floating nose to nose, and when he does their grins match.

Rain's not sure who starts the kiss, and he's too busy sucking on Dew's tongue to care. He tastes like cigarettes and cinnamon gum, like a hundred nights spent crammed into one bunk, a supply closet or behind a clothing rack in some dressing room. Rain doesn't fight as Dew guides them back to a bench seat, letting the other ghoul settle him into a straddle that has Rain's thighs straining. He's not about to complain.

Dew's the one to break the kiss, and Rain would complain if it didn't mean Dew was now nipping at his throat. His teeth have always been so sharp, even in glamour, and Rain only has to whisper a near-silent 'please' to have Dew sucking a cruel bruise into otherwise unmarred skin. Rain gasps with it, nails finding homes in Dew's exposed shoulders, and the hiss it earns him goes straight to Rain's cunt.

"Oh it's been way too long since we've fucked in a hot tub," Rain half moans, rolling his hips against the burgeoning tent in Dew's trunks. "How do you want me?"

"See?" Dew slurs against his neck, licking at the mark Rain will wear proudly for at least the next week. "Sluts are always at the pool."

Rain would argue for the sake of it, but it takes all of three seconds for Dew to get him kneeling before one of those lovely jets with his own swimsuit around his thighs. The first pulse of water against his clit makes his eyes cross, and Rain?

Well, Rain thinks it's pretty damn nice to be a slut.

"Hold onto the edge," Dew murmurs, pressing himself to Rain's back. He's impossibly hot to the touch, makes the water feel chill, and Rain's lightheaded all over again. But he listens. Grabs the textured concrete for balance as Dew wraps spindly arms around him, that proud nose drifting along his nape. "Good boy. Fast or slow?"

Dew's chin comes to rest on his left shoulder, one hand settling at the center of Rain's chest and the other in a vee just above his already excited clit. Dew tightens that vee, gives him the ghost of a stroke, and Rain makes a sound he will never admit to making.

"Has to be fast," he huffs, relaxing back into Dew's embrace. A flash of them on stage drifts through him steam-clouded mind, of Rain eagerly leaning back for a hand on his throat, and he knows Dew feels the way his cunt pulses. The other ghoul makes a questioning sound. "The girl at the desk said I can only be here until one."

There's a clock on the far wall, and it currently reads 12:48am. Dew hums.

"So, ten minutes? Less if I don't wanna be carrying you outta here?"

Rain nods, and Dew mirrors it.

"I can work with that."

Everything happens at once, and Rain's really glad Dew told him to hold the edge. He's not sure he'd be able to keep his balance otherwise; the combination of Dew's skilled mouth sucking a new mark into his throat, one hand teasing a nipple and the other exposing his clit would be enough on their own. But Dew has added leverage in his hips, leverage he can use to snuggle the ridge of his cock between Rain's pert cheeks and guide both of them forward until -

"Fuck, fuck, oh right - right there, shit!"

The babbling is never not embarrassing, but nothing gives Rain goosebumps quite like the way Dew laughs into his skin when he does it. He couldn't help it if he wanted to, no with the way Dew has him pinned right in front of one of those pulsing, overwarm jets. Every rush of water against his stiff little cock has Rain yipping and twitching between bouts of pleas and cursing, and it takes no time at all for Dew to get their hips rolling in rhythm.

"Listen to you," Dew pants into damp skin, licking beads of sweat from Rain's hairline. "So dramatic."

"F-fuck off," Rain breathes, eyes fluttering as Dew forces him into a particularly pleasurable position. "I can feel how - shit, yes - how hard you are."

"And yet I'm not mewling like a pornstar about it," he counters, pinching Rain's nipple hard enough to force a squeak. "That's your job, angelfish."

The hand on his chest comes up to give him the most condescending pat on the cheek, and Rain bodily sags in Dew's arms. His eyes stick to the clock.

"Six minutes left," Rain says, shivery with want, and Dew pushes two fingers into his mouth just because he can. Rain sucks on them, earns another 'good boy' for his troubles, and admires the string of saliva left between them. "Make me cum now and you can do whatever you want when we get upstairs."

Dew snorts.

"Like I wasn't gonna do that anyway."

Rain's breathless by the time Dew gets him positioned, thighs and clit twitching alike. He's flushed every shade of red, hunched over the edge of the swirling hot tub with a cheek pillowed on crossed arms, legs spread and hips canted into the stream of that brutally pleasurable jet. At his side kneels Dew, one of his hands on the back on Rain's neck as the other skates down his spine. Through the water, down, down, down -

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh." Dew teases, other hand holding firm as he pressed three long, elegant fingers into Rain's eager cunt. "You make demands, you have to accept the consequences, right?"

Rain drools onto his arm as Dew pushes in deep, forcing him even closer to the tub jet that is very quickly sleeping his end. Rain can feel that telltale pressure inside, coiling together into something brilliant behind his eyes and deep in his gut.

"Uh huh," he manages, eyes mostly closed and mouth hanging open. His brain has turned to a soup, the world reduced to heat and pleasure that comes in waves so high they threaten to drown. "Fuck Dew, fuck -"

"S'okay, you're almost there," Dewdrop tells him, adjusting the angle of his fingers, and a billion stars burst behind Rain's unfocused eyes. "You're already clenching."

Rain loves how well Dew knows his body.

"'M gonna," he's panting not a minute later, hips rolling against those wonderful fingers and the force of the jet. Every eager moan bounces off the foggy windows, surrounds them in a haze of lust that has Rain's whole world going fuzzy. "Dew -"

"Go on," Dewdrop insists, getting as close to Rain as he can. Panting in his ear, cock rock hard against his hip, fingers crooked so fucking perfectly. His tongue flicks over Rain's earlobe. "Let me feel it cum for me."

Dew crooks his fingers, Rain arches, and with a pitchy shout he does exactly as he's told.

It takes a solid minute for the spots to clear from Rain's vision, his cunt still giving Dew's fingers a few token squeezes as he pulls them out. Ticklish kisses pepper his shoulder as Dee drags his mustache along the soft skin there. He feels like he's turned to jelly in the best way, and the groan Rain lets out is one of utter peace.

"Needed that," he croaks, and Dew chuckles in response. There's splashing after that, and Rain opens a groggy eye to see the other ghoul trotting over to his robe. The obvious tent in his wet trunks makes Rain wish he had a tail to swish around.

"Seems like it," Dew agrees, tying the robe closed once more. Rain watches him with a dopey grin plastered across his beet red face, and Dew smirks at him. "Now get out here," he adds, fidgeting with something at his waist. "It's my turn."

With a wet plop, Dew's trunks hit the concrete floor. He picks them up, stands to wring them out, and Rain immediately hones in on the spot where there lovely pink head of his cock has escaped the confies of the robe.

"Yes Sir," he says with the air of a purr, and Rain doesn't even bother putting his suit back on before ascending the hot tub's steps. It's worth it to watch Dew's dick jump when he's fully exposed. The other ghoul extends a hand after Rain fastens a towel around his waist, and Rain gladly accepts.

"You're gonna be sore tomorrow," Dewdrop warns.