Ghost Yaps

As Phantom is closing his bedroom door he hears another one open across the hall. Dewdrop is standing in the threshold of Aether’s door, the big ghoul’s snores echoing out of the room. The two lock eyes for a moment. 

“Don’t you dare.” Dewdrop warns.

For a moment Phantom is frozen like a deer in headlights but he’s spurred on by the sound of footsteps approaching. Seems they aren’t the only ones trying to get to Rain first.

Phantom makes a sudden break for it sprinting to Rain’s door. Dew charges after him but Phantom’s just barely able to get himself into Rain’s room and slam the door shut before Dewdrop collides with the barrier. Phantom flips the deadbolt.

“Ha! Better luck next time!” Phantom gloats through the door.

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” Dewdrop pounds on the door

“Let me in!” He demands.

Rain groans annoyedly as if this isn’t exactly what he knew would happen when he sent that text.

“Would you two quiet down? You’re killing the vibe.” Rain complains.

Dewdrop’s huff of defeat can be heard through the door as well as several other groans and a sad whimper that definitely didn’t come from Dew. But the group beyond the door obeys and it goes silent. Rain smirks, they’re so easy.

Phantom turns away from the door and takes in the room for the first time tonight. All the lights are off but the room is fairly well lit up by the candles scattered throughout. The TV is playing some ocean documentary. Phantom can just barely make out the sound of David Attenborough’s voice but it’s slightly muffled by the white noise machine softly playing beach sounds. It smells floral and fresh from the essential oils Rain put in the humidifier running next to his bed. Phantom suddenly feels guilty for crashing into Rain’s little sanctuary so loudly. But not guilty enough to leave, especially when Rain rolls over onto his stomach and Phantom gets a glimpse of his ass peeking out the bottom of some sinfully small sleep shorts.

“Sorry about the noise.” Phantom apologizes.

“You can make it up to me with a back rub.” Rain suggests cheekily.

Phantom climbs into bed without protest.

“Sit up by the headboard so I can put my head in your lap?” Rain bats his eyes at Phantom in a way that’s entirely transparent and entirely effective.

“Okay, Princess. Whatever you want.” Phantom teases.

Once Phantom is settled Rain crawls to him with heavy limbs and uncoordinated movement. He flops over onto his side too early and has to drag himself the remaining few inches to get his head into Phantom's lap. He’s facing the TV, of course. 

“Oh you really are out of it, huh?” Phantom chuckles and runs his hand through Rain’s hair affectionately. Rain sighs happily and leans into the contact before responding,

“I thought Mountain was being dramatic when he told me how strong the brownies were. So I had three.”

“You mean the ones he made on Wednesday? Dude, I had ¼ of one and it was a bit much, how are you even still conscious?” Phantom seems almost impressed.

“Well for starters I’m not a lightweight like you-”

“Hurtful.” Phantom interjects.

“But true. Also I can’t close my eyes or I get dizzy. So I can’t sleep.”

“Awww, poor thing. Experiencing the consequences of your own actions?” Phantom teases.

“Shut it. Or I won’t baby you the next time you try to go shot for shot with Aether and forget how to walk.” Rain warns.

“Fair enough.”

Phantom begins trailing his hands along Rain's back, gently using his nails how he knows Rain likes. He starts at the nape of his neck and sweeps down across his broad shoulders over and over. Rain groans happily in a way that makes Phantom blush just a little. Rain’s focus drifts back to the documentary that’s currently playing some beautiful footage of a coral reef but all Phantom can focus on is the way the candle light is bouncing off Rain’s curves. When he lays on his side like this it makes the dip of his waist look even more dramatic than usual. Phantom can’t help but follow the curve down Rain’s side with one of his hands. Rain shivers when Phantom sticks his hand under the hem of his loose cropped Tee and runs his fingers over his ribs. 

Honestly, Phantom had been hoping Rain summoned him here for sex but this is nice too. It reminds him of being on tour spending late nights curled up on the couch watching movies when they were too psyched up from the ritual to sleep. They’re both very tactile people so it’s not unusual for them to simply touch each other just for the sake of doing so. When they do have sex they often get so caught up in foreplay they never get to the ‘main event’ and just end up making out and dry humping until they both cum in their pants. 

They spend the rest of the documentary like that. Phantom couldn’t resist sticking his hands under Rain’s scant clothing to feel more of his skin but he never tried to escalate beyond affectionate petting.The credits begin to roll and Rain turns over to lay on his back so he can see Phantom’s face. Rain has the most sincere goofy smile on his face, the one where his eyes squint and he forgets to feel self conscious about his many sharp teeth. It’s Phantom’s favorite.

“You’re so good to me.” Rain sighs.

“Happy to do it, baby. I love seeing you like this. All relaxed and pliant.”. Phantom replies

“I can’t believe you haven't even tried anything. It’s sweet, honestly.” Rain teases

“I didn’t want to take advantage. You’re kinda on another planet, dude.” Phantom explains.

“What if I want to be taken advantage of?”

A gentle thud and various wines and groans emanate from the door. Phantom cackles loudly and Rain giggles, delighted. 

“You’re STILL there?!” Phantom laughs.

Dewdrop growls menacingly, too worked up to form words.

“It was my brownies that caused this. If anybody gets to take advantage of this situation it should be me…” Mountain begs softly.

“Please let me in? I have snacks.” Haze tempts

“I just can’t sleep. You’ve got half the pack worked up with that text and the smell is keeping me awake.” Aether complains.

“Hmmm. Maybe we should take pity on them.” Rain pretends to contemplate.

“You really want them all barging in here, making noise, being needy? It’s so nice and calm just the two of us.” Phantom is just trying to get a rise out of the others at this point and it works, indignant huffs and angry grumbles echo beyond the door. Rain laughs,

“I’m sure they could behave themselves…given the right incentive.”

Phantom lets out a performative sigh. “I suppose.” He agrees. “Could we have a few more minutes alone? I have so much more of that gorgeous skin to touch now that I know it’s all on the table.” He pleads.

“Well, since you put it so nicely.” Rain giggles.

 He climbs into Phantom’s lap and gives him a sweet kiss on the lips. Phantom grabs him around the waist and pulls their bodies together. He kisses Rain’s lips feverishly before moving down to his neck. Rain sighs happily and wraps his arms around Phantom’s shoulders. He licks a stripe up Rain’s neck and nips the spot just below his ear eliciting a squeaky whine. It’s cute, Phantom thinks. He latches onto a spot where Rain’s neck meets his shoulder, fuelled by a need to leave his mark. Phantom runs his hand up Rain’s ribs, raising his shirt as he does. He brushes his fingers over the bottom of Rain's perky little tits. Rain leans into the contact and Phantom takes the hint, cupping his chest fully and massaging gently. 

“What pretty gems do you have in those piercings today?” Phantom asks while he pulls Rain’s shirt off, revealing silver bars capped by little opal orbs. “I think these are my favorite. They shine just like your scales.”

Phantom ducks his head down and takes one pierced nipple in his mouth while he uses his fingers to tease the other. Rain moans so high his voice cracks. It’s the hottest thing Phantom’s ever heard. Rain bursts out laughing, his chest’s shaking interrupting Phantom’s ministrations.

“Didn’t know I could make that sound.” He giggles.

“Want to see if I can make you do it again?” 

Phantom doesn’t wait for an answer, instead flipping them both over so Rain is on his back with his legs wrapped around Phantom’s hips. Rain grabs his face and pulls him down, smashing their lips together in a way that’s equal parts uncoordinated and enthusiastic. Phantom grinds his hips down into Rain’s. Through the thin layers of Phantom’s boxers and Rain’s sleep shorts they can both feel themselves slotting together perfectly, Phantom's erection rubbing shallowly just between Rain's folds. Phantom feels his cock getting wet not just from the pre leaking from his tip. They grind their crotches and tongues together just like that for a while but eventually Phantom’s curiosity gets the better of him and he pulls back. 

“Why did you stop?” Rain whines sadly.

“Just wanted to get a good look at you, baby.” Phantom sweeps his eyes down Rain’s body.

Rain’s shorts are soaked, practically plastered to his weeping cunt. The print of his thick clit clearly visible. 

“So hard for me.” Phantom moans. 

He rubs his thumb over the nub. Rain gasps and twitches. Phantom pulls his cock from his boxers and slaps it against Rain’s clit to watch him jump each time. Rain shoves his hand beneath his shorts to spread his lips fully apart, 

“Made a spot for you.”

“You’ll be the death of me.” Phantom declares with hearts in his eyes.

Phantom slots his shaft back between Rain’s folds still separated by one thin damp piece of cloth. It would be so easy to push the fabric aside and fuck Rain for real but there’s somthing so hot about teasing themselves like this. 

Phantom rolls his hips, his cockhead bumping Rain's clit then grinding over it. Rain groans and pushes his hips up into the delicious friction. They fall into a rhythm writhing against each other.  

“I want to feel you cum.” Rain whispers in Phantom’s ear. “I want to feel your cock twitch against me. I want to wear your spend like a prize.” 

“Satanas, Rain. I’m not gonna last if you keep talking like that.” Phantom shudders.

“I don’t want you to last, I want you to paint me with your cum.” 

Phantom is helpless but to comply. His thrusts become more frantic until he’s shuddering and moaning above Rain. His cock kicks against Rain’s cunt and splashes cum all the way up to Rain’s belly button piercing. Phantom pushes himself up on shaky arms to sit back and take in the view, conscious to not collapse on top of Rain who has complained about him doing so in the past.

“Good boy.” Rain praises. He drags a finger over his lower stomach, collecting some of Phantom’s cum then licking it off the digit.

“Unholy shit.” Phantom gasps, still struggling to catch his breath but unable to contain his awe. 

Phantom grabs onto Rain’s shorts and starts tugging them down, intending to finish him off with his mouth, but Rain grabs his hands and stops him.

“Not now, baby. I think I have quit the night ahead of me.” rain smiles.

“You don’t want me to make you cum?” Phantom asks sadly.

“Don’t you want the others to see how desperate you got me? How hard up I am for you?” Rain tempts.

“You really will be the death of me. If my heart doesn’t give out you’ll get me killed.” Phantom jokes.

“They’re all bark and no bite. Well, maybe some of them bite a little. But they won’t hurt you because if they do I won’t touch them.” Rain states loudly so he can be heard clearly through the door. “Right, Dewdrop?” He asks firmly.

“...I won’t touch him.” Dewdrop grumbles.

“Good. Sweety, would you go open the door for me?” Rain requests 

Omega's room was as dark as the vacuum of space; the Quint's windows were solidly blocked by blackout curtains. Phantom had no idea what time it even was, but he felt rested and rejuvenated; and not even a bit sore from their coupling last night, he realized with a sudden flush. The twiggy rhythm guitarist stretched down to his tail and noticed that he was still curled up in Omega's strong arms.

The larger Quint was wrapped around him, cradling the small Ghoul like a bedtime toy. Phantom clapped a hand over his mouth, feeling the half-hard press of Omega's sizable shaft bumping against his bare ass, right at the base of his tail. The older rhythm guitarist nuzzled the bed-warm nape of Phantom's neck, his deep, contented purr rumbling like an earthquake down the small Quint's spine.

"Morning, sunshine," Omega yawned, tightening his grip over the younger Quint's curved waist. Phantom trilled happily, relaxing against Omega's broad chest. His own cock stirred against the warm sheets, his tail brushing back and forth contentedly beneath the blankets.

Phantom's short horns glowed like amethyst crystals in the dark room, illuminating their closeness under the covers. Omega left lingering kisses against the nape of his neck, peppered along his shoulders and upper back. The kisses turned to long, wet licks as the larger Quintessence Ghoul rubbed himself between Phantom's slick cleft. Omega's nest had that same lavender sweetness from the night before, but now it was tinged with Phantom's pure ozone scent too. They smelled so good together.

The smaller rhythm guitarist purred and arched back against Omega's mouth and hips, grinding back with soft little whimpers as the older Ghoul's fangs grazed his skin, sending shivers down his spine to the pad of his tail. Phantom's ears perked as Omega's sleep-rough voice floated against the smooth outer shell of his ear.

"Do you want me to prep you?"

The thought flashed through the little Quint's mind: Omega's meaty fingers in his slick channel, pumping and stretching him open for the older Quint's thick, hard shaft. The idea was enticing, but his mind short-circuited at the secondary thought of Omega just shoving inside of him immediately, stretching his slick, pliant hole with ruthless lust.

Phantom shook his head. "No…"

"No?" Omega's question ruffled the short hairs on the back of the Quint's neck. The older Ghoul rubbed the head of his shaft against Phantom's ass, as if showing him what he was in for. But Phantom held firm. He just wanted it so badly. Right now.

The younger rhythm guitarist pushed his hips back with a small whimper, feeling the damp blunt tip bumping against his unstretched rim. He gnawed on his lower lip as he braced himself on the mattress, willing himself to relax as he angled his hips back in order to force the older Ghoul's hefty girth into his tight channel.

"Mmmmm…." Phantom couldn't stop the filthy moan that tumbled past his lips at that first delicious push. It was definitely a stretch to be sure, but this immediate feeling of fullness made his toes and his tail curl. Just the head of Omega's thick cock spearing dry—well, Phantom was slick enough for the both of them—into his body had him seeing stars.

The ballsy Quint wiggled back, sheathing Omega's length deeper into his body with a selfish little groan. His claws clutched the sheets, pressing himself back. It was just like last night, his channel swallowing up the older Quintessence Ghoul's dick like he deserved it.

Omega's voice was sultry and low, a shaky groan at how perfectly Phantom was taking all of him. The words slipped out of his mouth in a breathy purr against the smaller Quint's ear.

"Look at you taking it without any of my Quint. Nngh, you’re just made for my cock, aren’t you?”

Phantom's horns lit up like a glittering constellation at those words. Omega praising him, adoring him; it made his heart flutter in his throat as he slid back those last couple of inches, melding his ass with the older Ghoul's body as Omega held him by his slim hips, leaving lingering kisses against the bendy rhythm guitarist's sweaty hairline.

"That's it…" the large Quint whispered. "You feel so good, starlight." Phantom eased his hips away and sank back again, a ragged sigh painting his slack mouth. This pleasure was something different from the night before. With the addition of Omega's Quintessence there was a strong connection to the older Ghoul; as if their souls were fusing with every thrust.

But now, with nothing but slick between them, the younger rhythm guitarist felt everything so much more viscerally. Every added shift of Omega's hips made him sigh. Every time he moved back against it he felt a throbbing churn deep in his belly. This was an entirely different type of addiction.

One that Phantom never wanted to give up.

"Nngh, fuck, Omega… so deep…"

"I can go deeper. Want me to show you?" Omega didn't wait for an answer. He could feel it in the younger Ghoul's tensing muscles, the way Phantom's breath caught behind his fangs; a silent begging curiosity that completely betrayed the rhythm guitarist's dirty lust.

Omega, still buried to the root, pushed his full weight against the twiggy Quint, rolling Phantom onto his stomach as he tossed off the covers, pressing the rhythm guitarist bodily into the mattress.

"Oohhhhhh-!" Phantom gripped the sheets above his head, feeling one of Omega's hands in his hair, the other splayed across his lower back as the larger Ghoul straddled his thighs, rolling his hips against the Quint's pert backside.

"Feel good?" Omega ground himself forward again, hearing Phantom whimper. The sweet little rhythm guitarist couldn't help but move back against that thick shaft, wiggling as the older Quint eased back even further, making Phantom chase it with his hips.

The younger Quint's horns were glowing, his skin glittering with stardust as he fucked himself stupid on Omega's cock. He was keening as he braced against the bed, muscles clenching as he moved back with desperate, needy thrusts.

"That's it, baby. Fuck, you feel so good." Omega's voice was like an infernal proclamation above him, making Phantom tremble and shift, his rhythm slightly unsteady in his single-minded desire. The older Ghoul's lusty groan above him just spurred him on faster until he couldn't keep up the pace anymore.

Phantom collapsed to the bed with a broken sigh as Omega petted between his horns, leaning over to brush that pink pointed shell with his lips.

"My turn." The words were a filthy promise in Phantom's ear as the larger Ghoul drove forward forcefully, pushing the air from Phantom's lungs in a stuttered groan. Omega's hips slammed against his ass, picking up the pace that Phantom had slackened.

"Nngh! Ohh! Fuck! Omegaaa-!" Every gasp was a new word, a new groan, a new expletive as Phantom's body was forced into the bed beneath him, rubbing his sensitive length against the soft sheets. The larger ghoul pressed his hand between Phantom's horns with the thumb of his other hand rubbing enticingly against the base of the younger Ghoul's tail.

The little Quint was shaking with pleasure, feeling it rocket up his spine in spiky supernovae that bloomed across his skin like midnight flowers. Omega's heavy body was a weighted blanket of sin as he fucked into the little Bug, slick leaking down Phantom's trembling thighs.

The rhythm guitarist was being pushed willingly to his edge, mewling and moaning for the larger Ghoul to take it from him one generous thrust at a time. This was pure bliss and no one could convince him otherwise.

"Ohh! Oh! Ohhh!" Phantom's voice was cracking with overflowing desperation, drooling against the sheets as Omega fucked every thought out of his head.

"Gonna fill you up, starlight." Omega rasped huskily. "That's my good boy-Nngh!!"

Phantom clenched hard at those words, their magic zinging over his too-sensitive flesh, sparkling in his eyes. Nails dragged across his skin as Omega grunted and stilled inside of him, holding his hips to the bed, pumping his release deep into the moaning Quint's tight channel as Phantom's own load spurted and spread between his heaving stomach and the dark sheets.

"Mmm! Ohhh-Omega-! Fuckfuckfuck! Please, fuck- Aahhhh!" Phantom was babbling, drained and energized all at once as the older Ghoul's thick load coated his clamping fluttering walls. He collapsed to the sheets, muscles twitching with tiny aftershocks as Omega slid free.