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At least physically warm. Looking down to see the strap secured through the o-ring between their legs does funny things to Aeon’s body temperature. It's the exact shade of their skin, skinny and not too long, and it really looks like it belongs there. Euphoria and anticipation and glee mixing in their veins until the heat of the room is the last thing on their mind.

There’s lips on Aeon’s temple, and a soft crackle of ozone filters between the two of them. Swiss’s quintessence warms their blood even further, nerve endings flickering to life, connections forming.

“Fuck,” Aeon sighs, melting a little more with the magic. They flex their fingers, reaching to knead at the covers.

“Yeah, bug?” Swiss rumbles, nosing into their hair. “Feeling good already? Haven’t even gotten my hand on you yet.”

Aeon nods, eyes fluttering shut as their stomach swoops. “You always make me feel good. Like feeling you. Your magic.”

“And it’s always a treat to give it to you,” he whispers. “Like making my buggy feel good.”

He wraps an arm slowly around Aeon’s narrow chest, his hand pressed right over their heart as he holds them to him. Aeon goes without hesitation, letting Swiss manipulate them in his lap. He spreads his thighs a little more, opening Aeon’s legs even more.

Aeon opens their eyes, swallowing audibly as they take in the sight. Swiss’s other hand sliding down the softness of their stomach, carding through a sparse happy trail before toying with the edge of the harness. Their arousal sparks, his hand so close to where they want him more than anything. “Swiss,” Aeon breathes, trying to push their hips up into his hand, but finding no leverage.

“So pretty,” Swiss hums against Aeon’s temple. “Handsome. You picked out a lovely cock, bug. Fits you just right. It’s yours.”

“Thanks,” Aeon breathes, head spinning already and they haven’t even been touched yet. “Oh fuck-”

Swiss chuckles as he runs a fingertip along the length of it, drawing a slow circle over the tip. With the quintessence, it feels like the silicone is really part of their body. Aeon’s nerves react as such, back arching a little, trying to get more pressure, more touch, more anything.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he promises, tapping the thumb of his other hand over Aeon’s chest, holding them secure and steady. “I’ve got you. Won’t leave you hanging.”

“I know you won’t,” Aeon nods, gnawing at their bottom lip as they try to take a few deep breaths.

“Good,” Swiss says, and then both of his hands are gone. But before Aeon can whine and turn to face him, they hear the click of Swiss opening the bottle of lube they keep on their nightstand, and then pouring it in his palm.

Aeon melts right back into the perfect headspace he’d made them, light and euphoric and so excited they swear they’re buzzing in his lap.

Swiss’s hand comes back to settle right over their sternum, and that touch is enough to keep them anchored to the world around them. They rest their head back on Swiss’s shoulder, just breathing him in.

“Love you,” they whisper. “Thank you.”

“Anything,” Swiss says, ducking to kiss over the racing line of their pulse. “I promise. Love you too.”

Aeon chuffs happily, shuddering at the scrape of his stubble against their jaw. Their tail flicks, nudging against Swiss’s. And then Swiss’s other arm snakes around Aeon’s hip, and there’s a warm, big hand wrapped around them, and all Aeon can do is moan, buzzing through their chest.

Swiss chuckles, stroking Aeon root to tip slow and steady. “That’s it, handsome. Sing so pretty for me,” he murmurs, hooking his chin over their shoulder to watch as he works.

“Fuck, Swiss,” they keen, toes curling as their nerves react as if they’ve been struck by lightning. Aeon realizes that Swiss hadn’t done anything to warm the lube up except the natural warmth of his fire, and for some reason, that makes their hips buck up into his grip.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he coos, “Gonna take good care of you. My good boy.”

Aeon shudders all the way down through their tail, just melting into Swiss’s lap. They reach up to hold onto his arm, the one slung across their chest almost like a seatbelt, just needing to touch and feel their partner. “Mhm. Yours,” they whisper, bottom lip pinned between their teeth.

“Just feel for me,” Swiss hums, a low rumble in his chest. They can feel how hard he is, especially with how much they’ve squirmed since Swiss got his hand on their cock, but he makes no move to seek out any relief of his own.

Aeon nods, turning just slightly to nose at Swiss’s jaw, just to breathe him in as he touches them.

“Good boy,” he says, and the slide of his hand is almost overly slick, grip tight and warm and melting every thought out of Aeon’s head. It’s perfect. All they can do is moan and pant as Swiss keeps an even pace, twisting his wrist at the tip of the strap.

“Fuck, shit, that’s good,” they slur, struggling to keep their eyes open. But fuck, the sight’s so good, their own cock between their legs, the quintessenced sensation perfectly matching the visuals. It’s almost enough to make them cum, just from the sight alone.

Swiss laughs, and it sounds like the bells above the chapel. His hand speeds up, the slick sounds going straight to Aeon’s dick and making their toes curl, back arching so hard it hurts. He pulls them back to his chest, holding them steady so he can keep working them over.

“Just feel good, baby, look at you, such a good boy for me, you deserve this,” Swiss whispers, a stream of praise and filth that cuts through the clouds that Aeon’s floating through. “Deserve to feel good, deserve to enjoy your body like this, that’s it, I’ve got you, handsome.”

Aeon nods weakly, hips twitching up into Swiss’s hand, but this time he allows it, lets them chase the pleasure he’s giving in spades. “Fuck- Swiss- Please-”

“I know, baby,” he purrs, “That’s it, look at you. So handsome falling apart for me. Will you show me, buggy? I want to see you. Please, sweetheart?”

Aeon nods, feeling the tension in their gut crank tighter and tighter. “Uh-huh-” they gasp, struggling to keep their eyes open so they can watch his hand on their cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna- Please don’t stop-”

“Never-” Swiss growls, nipping at Aeon’s pulse. His hand moves almost in a blur, intent on pushing Aeon closer and closer. “Show me. Cum f’r me, let me see you.”

The little zing of pain from Swiss’s teeth is enough for the tension to snap. Aeon cums with a cry, hips bucking as their cunt squeezes around nothing, eyes rolling back in their head. Swiss keeps his hand moving, driving Aeon higher and higher, pleasure so sharp it almost burns.

“That’s it, that’s it. Good boy, such a good fucking boy, cumming for me,” Swiss rambles. “There you go.”

Eventually, Aeon’s not sure how long they float, they come back down, still held fast in Swiss’s lap. He presses kisses to their cheek, temple, the line of their jaw. “Fuck,” they laugh, turning to nuzzle against his throat.

“There’s my bug,” Swiss says. They can feel his smile against their skin.

“Thank you,” they whisper, voice rough.

“Don’t have to thank me,” he whispers back, kissing their forehead. “Love you.”

She’s been helping the pack’s newest summon Aurora prepare to take her place in the Ghost Project, and despite Sunny’s best efforts at professionalism, Aurora’s a pretty little thing and knows it too. A tease and a flirt and a test of Sunny’s patience. She’s in a bright pink swimsuit, her tail and gills glittering in the sunlight.

Bubblegum pink and cotton candy blue hair, studded with freckles and piercings, Aurora’s the kind of ghoulette who knows what she wants and gets it.

And while she’s been a flirt when Sunny’s teaching her, the rest of the pack is also fair game. She’s out on the lake by the abbey, swimming and playing with Aeon. Her laughter carries up to the shore, and just like her singing, it sounds like birdsong.

Sunny sighs, reaching past Aether to pull a glass bottle of soda from an ice filled cooler. Aether follows her gaze down to where the other ghouls play and raises an eyebrow.

“All you have to do is say something, spark,” he says, taking a long drink from his own.

“I’m her teacher right now, Aeth. Mentoring her for Rituals,” Sunny tries to be reasonable. “I’m not going to ruin that.”

“You won’t, but okay, whatever floats your boat, Sunny girl,” Aether teases, reaching over to ruffle her curls.

“Hey!” Sunny barks, shoving at Aether’s arm as she ducks out of the way. “Aether!”

She tries to ruffle his hair in return, but he’s tall enough to dodge every one of her attempts. Aether just laughs.

“Oh, come on, Sun. I’d be willing to bet all the money I’ve got that she’d say yes if you asked.”

Sunny raises an eyebrow, stealing another look. “You’d make me rich, big guy.”

“No, I wouldn’t. Confident enough in that bet,” Aether shrugs. He watches out on the lake, as Rain pulls Dew in from the dock with a splash. Aurora and Aeon laugh, leaning in to whisper to each other.

Sunny huffs softly, cheeks sunset warm. “Whatever you say, Aeth,” she says, but she’s not looking away from her fellow multighoulette and feeling her heart flutter in her chest.

Meanwhile, on the lake, Aurora leans into Aeon, the two of them sharing the same inner tube as they float on the calm water.

“You’re staring, Rory,” Aeon laughs, poking her shoulder.

Aurora raises an eyebrow. “And I can flip the tube, Aeon,” she hums. Even so, she knows they’re not wrong. She hasn’t been able to stop looking up to the shore, where Aether and Sunny lounge in the sun.

Sunny’s a vision, the bright summer sun glinting off of copper curls, warm tan skin brought to sharp contrast against the pale blue and white checker pattern of her halter top swimsuit, the matching swim trunks drawing attention to the muscle of her thighs. She smiles, contagious, at something Aether says, and Aurora knows that Aeon’s right.

Aeon just sticks out their tongue, only to yelp as Aurora throws her body weight to one side, leaning the inflatable dangerously close to its tipping point. “Fine! Fine! I’m sorry, it’s just really obvious!”

Rory huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “And what about it? Am I not allowed to look at Sunny?”

They snort. “You’d rather look at her than talk to her? Rory, she’s so down bad.”

“Aeon,” she warns. “I do talk to her, all the time. She’s getting me ready for tour. And I know she wouldn’t want me distracted. I gotta fill her shoes, bug. I don’t have time to fool around.”

“Now we both know that’s not true,” Aeon laughs. “I saw you come out of Cir and Cue’s room the other morning.”

A lilac blush spreads over Aurora’s face, and she shoves hard at Aeon’s shoulders. They squeal as they hit the water with a loud splash. It draws the attention of all of the ghouls on the lake.

In the commotion of Aeon sputtering and pushing hair out of their face, moments before the world turns, Sunny and Aurora make eye contact.

And then Aeon overturns the tube from the water.

When Aurora breaches the surface, Aeon just raises an eyebrow. She takes great pride in knowing she looks far less like a drowned rat then they do currently. “Talk to her, I dare you,” they whisper. “I promise it’ll turn out.”