Respite Fool

Dewdrop sighed, stretching out as he was slowly waking up. It was pleasantly warm all around, something he didn’t have a chance to feel that often with his element causing him to always be hot. He snuggled further into that nice warmth, tightening his arms where they were wrapped around Aether with a purr, rubbing his cheek all over his mate’s chest.

The quintessence ghoul grumbled quietly and squirmed a bit himself, waking up, as he lovingly crashed Dewdrop’s small body to his much bigger frame. “Mmm… g’mornin’, firefly.”

“Mornin’,” Dewdrop mumbled into Aether’s skin, muffled by his pecs.

“Merry Christmas,” he added, making the fire ghoul groan.

“You know I hate it,” Dewdrop admitted. Again.

“I know,” Aether chuckled and leaned down to place a little kiss between his mate’s ivory horns, “but you know I love it, and guess what?”

“What?”

“I also love you, and Christmas is about spending time with your loved ones.” The bigger ghoul stretched and sat up against the headboard of their bed, scoffing at Dewdrop’s pretentious eye roll.

“You could at least call it Yule or something,” he purred, nosing at Aether’s belly now that he’d shifted, “we're literally demons from hell serving the Devil.”

“It’s cute.” The fire ghoul was opening his mouth to argue again, but before he could– “And there’s presents.”

Dewdrop perked up at that. He wasn’t greedy, but little gifts and trinkets from his mates were important and cherished by him as tokens of their love for him. Something he still couldn’t believe sometimes.

“You got me something?” his eyes lit up.

“Of course I did,” Aether smiled kindly. He tangled his fingers in Dewdrop’s golden hair, cupping the back of his head as he brought the ghoul to rest his head on his thigh. He pulled a loud purr from him when he started scratching lightly at his scalp. “Like every damn year since we got summoned.”

“You didn–”

“I didn’t have to, yeah, I know,” Aether cut him off. “You telling me that is also something that happens every damn year since we got summoned. And yet you always get me something too.”

“Got me there,” Dewdrop sighed, thankful that he was facing away from Aether at the moment. He couldn’t see his blush that way, but they knew each other too well for that. Aether could picture it perfectly in his mind.

“Come on, everyone knows you're a softie. Don’t gotta hide. Especially not from me.”

“Mhm…” the fire ghoul hummed and silence fell, interrupted only by his gentle purring. They didn’t have to get up yet, or at all, and it was a nice morning, perfect to spend lounging in bed. Aether seemed to agree, continuing to absentmindedly run his fingers through Dewdrop’s hair and give him scritches now and then.

It’s been either five minutes or five hours before someone spoke or moved again.

“Gotta let me up, firefly, I need to piss,” Aether laughed when his movement caused Dewdrop to whine and grumble. “I’ll be back in a second.”

Extremely reluctant, but he let him go. The fire ghoul sprawled himself out in the, now empty, nest like a starfish, waiting for Aether to disappear in the bathroom. Once he did and the door has been shut, Dewdrop jumped up, running to dig through his stuff for the hidden gift he had prepared for Aether. He dug out the little red box and threw himself back onto the bed to settle and act unbothered before Aether would come back out.

A little ball of anxiety settled in Dewdrop’s chest as he waited, like every time he was to gift someone something. There was always so many doubts, was it stupid, would they like it, was it enough, would it–

“Ah, you are a softie, I knew you had something for me, too,” Aether beamed, a big smile splitting his face, fangs on full display. He crawled back into their nest and settled on his knees before Dewdrop.

“Shut up already,” he spat, but he smiled himself, trying his best to hide behind a curtain of hair. It was incredible that something like gift giving still made Dewdrop shy.

At last, the fire ghoul extended a hand with the little box. Aether took it and gently opened it, unwrapping the mysterious item from a thin paper. Once it was out and laid out on his palm his grin only grew.

“One of your bracelets snapped recently,” Dewdrop started explaining, “and I wanted to get you a new one because I know how much you love them, but it’d be pretty boring, so… so I melted my necklace and made it into that.”

Aether froze.

“You… you what?” Did Dewdrop really melt his beloved inverted pentagram to turn it into a simple bracelet for Aether?

“Yeah,” he confirmed simply, shrugging. “I wanted you to have something that was like… like a part of me.”

“Oh, firefly,” Aether sighed, cupping Dewdrop’s cheek and pulling him in for a deep kiss. They got lost in it for a moment, before the bigger ghoul pulled away, just enough to speak, to mumble into his mate’s lips. “We’re such a disgustingly perfect couple, you know that?”

“What do you mean?”

Aether giggled and moved back, diving under the bed to dig out a small bag. He all but shoved it into Dewdrop’s hands, barely containing himself from bursting into laughter. The fire ghoul was a bit confused, but peaked into the bag.

When he made out what was inside, he was the one to start laughing.

“No fucking way,” he giggled, putting the bag aside to face plant into Aether’s chest.

“Yeah. Come on, get it out,” Aether encouraged, patting his head.

Dewdrop took it out, running the silver chain between his fingers. “You’re impossible.”

“I melted it with my magic,” the quintessence ghoul confirmed Dewdrop’s suspicion. He could feel him in the necklace. “If it works alright you should always feel me with you.”

“Great, now you’re gonna be even more annoying,” Dewdrop deadpanned but Aether could see the glistening in his eyes. He shook his head and heaved out a sigh, “Merry Christmas, Aeth.”

Thinking about how the first night he's back, Dew's off the bus and dragging Aether down the hall to his bedroom and kicking the door shut behind him. How quickly that first, sweet kiss turns hot and wet and heavy, all tongue and teeth and heavy breaths into each others' mouths while Dew tears at their clothes. How maybe they both cry just a little bit when they finish, laying tangled together laughing, covered in sweat and tears and cum and just so fucking happy to be together again. Thinking about how for the next few days the other ghouls only catch glimpses of them emerging from Dew's room for snacks or for water. Or a bath. How Dew wobbles in on shaky legs dazed and happy, hair an absolute tangled wreck, skin covered in light little bruises and bite marks. Aether looking exhausted but absolutely beaming with joy, his own neck sporting a set of matching Dew-fanged bite marks.

Thinking about how they can't possibly get close enough. It's not enough, Dew needs to feel Aether inside him. Perched on top of him, warming his cock for hours, doing his best to drag it out, keep them both from coming until they're both going fucking crazy with it. Or how Dew needs Aether inside his mouth, his cock or his fingers, his tongue. How Dew's mouth is attached to Aether's skin when it isn't filled with him. Licking a stripe up his pulsing jugular, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of his thighs, mouthing hot and wet at his tits.

And thinking about how Aether can't get enough of making Dew cum, just absolutely addicted to making him fall apart as many times as he can wring out of him. Tonguing him between his legs until Dew is sobbing with it, or sucking him off until his cock is soft and oversensitive but he's still begging for more. Or maybe he's just slipping his fingers inside Dew's body, slow and unhurried, feeling his pulse from the inside and watching his pretty golden eyes roll back as Aether pets inside him.