#mothspeaks

He hadn't seen Dew yet, mourning his favorite water ghoul. According to Zephyr, who he'd briefly met between practice and work, Dew hadn't been around since morning. They'd apparently seen him briefly in the early hours of the morning, skittering outside. The only thing they could offer was that he'd slunk down to the lake to hide out from practice, a common habit that peeved Mountain.

Dew didn't need practice, he'd been around in the Ministry for just as long as all the rest of them, yet somehow he was beyond good with his bass. Mountain was convinced Mist was giving him nighttime lessons, with how he slept in most days.

Normally, Mountain might've went down to the lake to visit him, always eager to see Dew in his element. Dew was dangerous on land, the way he moved made it clear he was a predator, prowling around with his long, finned tail held just above the ground. In the water? He was lethal. It was an unspoken rule to never enter the lake when a water ghoul was spotted nearby. While Siblings were protected, Mountain was no stranger to how quick Dew was to pull Ghouls underwater. It was a game to him, but it always made it clear how dangerous he was.

On better days, it made Mountain shiver, not with fear. Seeing Dew in his element was more than enough to get Mountain chubbing up in his pants, and having to sit down to take a break. There was something ethereal about Dew in the water. It was intoxicating.

Unfortunately, Mountain just didn't have the energy to go down to the lake. So, to his room he went.

Tired and dragging his feet, he just wanted to take a shower and curl up in his nest and sleep.

With a wide yawn, he shuffled up to his door, pushing it open. Blinking to clear his eyes, he stopped short at the sight laid out before him.

Dew, laid out in his bed, in his nest, fully nude. The overhead light was off, but Mountain's desk lamp was on, bathing the room in a warm light. The soft shadows cast across Dew's face made him look delectable.

Dew was fully nude, stretched out to take up as much room as possible, one arm tucked under his head, fingers tangled with his silvery hair. His right leg was propped up, spreading him open perfectly. In the low light, Mountain couldn't quite see any details, but he could see the glimmer of slick along the lips of Dew's pussy, the bead on the tip of his clit.

Any breath Mountain had, was lost. He stared, openly and blatantly, standing dead still in the doorway of his room. Surely looking a fool, his mouth hanging open slightly, eyes comically wide. He felt his cock twitch in his pants, growing hard faster than he could breathe.

Dew's own eyes opened into slits, sharp blue staring back at him. A sly smile curled his lips, and his left hand, which had been flopped across Mountain's pillows, slipped over his own body. Sliding up his torso from the sharp jut of his hip. Cupping one of his little tits, he toyed with the shiny bar piercing Ifrit had given him a few months prior. Mountain's eyes followed helplessly, watching him intensely.

"You just gonna stand there?" Dew asked, a grin splitting his lips properly when Mountain moved right after.

Blinking hard, Mountain realized the dark spots weren't just tiredness anymore. He swayed, throwing a hand out to catch his door frame, before he went down. He watched Dew's eyes widen, barely heard him yelp and scramble up.

"Mountain!"

He hit the floor hard enough to make his teeth rattle, gasping hard. Flat on his back, he stared at the top of his door frame, sprawled out on his own floor.

Dew fell off his bed, crawling over to him, hovering over his face, "Are you okay!?" He asked, brows pinched together in worry, "What happened? Are you hurt??" He asked, one hand going to Mountain's chest, the other working to untuck his shirt, like somehow he was hiding a life-threatening injury, and somehow had gotten past Aether with it.

Taking a few deep breaths, hearing his own pulse rushing in his ears, he fumbled. Reaching for Dew's hands, he caught both his wrists, "I'm okay." He wheezed, "I'm fine." Blinking hard a few times, he looked at Dew, smiling.

Dew stared at him unblinking for a moment, and Mountain watched his eyes briefly flick lower on him, toward his crotch. "… Are you hard?" He asked, dumbfounded, "You could be concussed! And you've got a boner!?"

Wheezing a laugh, Mountain let go of his hands and pushed himself to sit up, "You did this to me!"

"Did not!" Dew's voice grew shrill, less with concern and more with indignity. "I did not do this to you!"

"You did!" Mountain huffed, grabbing onto Dew's shoulder. Managing to get a knee under himself, he pressed down and used Dew to help himself stand up. Dew just offered a growl that turned into a yelp when Mountain put more weight onto him. "You, my waterlily, are too hot." He sighed, wobbling a little.

Dew popped up with more grace than he should, not with how much of a struggle Mountain just had to stand up, grabbing onto his arms, "What?"

From the common room, Ifrit shouted, "You'll see, Dewy!" His voice was distant, and it was beyond clear he was laughing. It just drew Mountain's attention to his still-open door.

Rolling his eyes, he reached over Dew and slammed it shut behind him. Turning, he shuffled to his bed, flopping onto it face first, before rolling over, "Come here." He patted his own stomach, smiling.

"Are you kidding me right now." Dew grumbled, but still did as told, climbing up onto the bed. He straddled Mountain, and from his new angle, Mountain could see how slick he was still.

"I'd never." Mountain grunted, resting his hands on Dew's thighs, squeezing lightly just to watch how his fingers dimpled Dew's skin. "So pretty for me…"

Huffing, Dew adjusted to scoot further down, "You aren't concussed, right?" He asked, hands hovering over Mountain's belt.

"Not concussed." Mountain affirmed easily, smiling. Dew nodded, undoing the buckle and Mountain's pants. He got off so Mountain could get his pants off by himself, kicking them and his underwear aside before pulling his shirt off.

"Lay down for me." He mumbled, leaning forward to catch Dew in a quick kiss, before shooing him. Dew did as told, flopping down into the spot he'd been in previously. Wiggling to get comfortable, he threw both legs open, spreading himself open with a wet noise in the process. He didn't look slightly embarrassed. "Not a lick of shame in you, huh?"

Grinning, all sharp, crooked teeth, Dew shook his head, "Never."

Huffing a laugh, Mountain moved to his knees, crawling closer. Dew's eyes wandered down, landing on Mountain's cock, when he finally sat up. Bobbing under its own weight between his legs, Mountain watched with a not-small amount of pride as Dew's eyes went wide.

"Where've you been hiding that?" He asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

Snorting, Mountain moved closer, "Right now, in you." He offered, grasping the base of his cock and rubbing the head through Dew's slick. "Though, it might not fit…" He drawled.

Dew swallowed hard, "Mount, if you get even the tip in, I'll be surprised." He rasped, still staring openly. He was still wet, though, and only getting wetter.

Looking at his face, Mountain paused, "We don't have to try, Dew." He offered, free hand moving to Dew's hip, squeezing soothingly.

After a moment, Dew shook his head, "No. I want to." He shifted, wiggling his hips, lifting them to try and get Mountain's cock to catch on his hole. "I want you in me. Please?"

Mountain paused, searching Dew's eyes when he looked at him, before nodding, "Alright. Bite me if it hurts."

Dew grumbled an affirmative, flopping to lay back, pushing his hair out of his face. "I will, I will. Now stick it in."

Rolling his eyes, Mountain continued to rut against Dew's cunt, getting himself wet with Dew's slick. Thumbing over Dew's stiff clit, Mountain sighed, "You fingered yourself?"

"Of course I did. You took forever in the greenhouse." Dew huffed, not tearing his eyes away from where Mountain's cock rested, hot and heavy, against him.

Nodding, Mountain shifted. Tilting his hips away, he pressed the tip of his cock against Dew's hole. Slick and warm, beyond inviting. Sighing, he pressed in, feeling a bit of pressure.

Dew groaned, head tilting back. Mountain couldn't deny it, it felt good. It'd been a while since he's gotten any time to himself and his hand, let alone a fellow ghoul. Between practice for their upcoming tour, and work, it was hard to find time for much of anything more than heavy petting.

"Put it in — put it in." Dew breathed, one hand slipping down to spread himself open. Mountain looked down, breathing out dizzily at the sight of Dew holding himself open just for him.

His brain was melting out of his dick, and he pressed closer, trying to pop the tip of his cock in, "Won't fit." He whined, almost surprising himself with how pitiful he sounded to his own ears.

"Make it fit." Dew demanded, free hand briefly coming to jerk Mountain off, borderline pulling him closer by his dick. Grunting, Mountain whined.

"Won't fit. Too big." He breathed, hunching forward. Still, he pressed in closer.

With a heartbroken yip, the tip popped in finally, engulfed fully in Dew's warmth. Dew groaned, head tilting back. Mountain gasped wetly, staring at where they meet, the puddle of slick forming under Dew, soaking Mountain's sheets obscenely.

Mountain continued rocking, short little humps to get himself in further. He knew he was probably drooling, but couldn't bother to care anything. Dew moved his hand away from spreading himself open, jerking his clit off with short jerks of his fingers.

"Fuck —" Dew's voice broke pitifully, and when Mountain finally looked up at him, his face was flushed red. Blush spreading from his face to his chest, making his little tits look delectable. Maybe if he could use his brain anymore, Mountain might fold over himself and mouth at Dew's tits.

Unfortunately, he couldn't. Just gripped Dew's hips tighter, surely bruising him, and humped in deeper.

Barely over halfway in, and he couldn't get any deeper. Every short thrust to try, earned a yip from Dew. Less pleasured, more pained.

Huffing, Mountain finally stopped moving, as deep as he could in Dew. When he finally looked away from Dew's face, eyes trailing down his body, he stopped.

His brain felt like it was shorting out, at the visible bulge in Dew's stomach, low but visible all the same. Sliding a hand over from Dew's hip, he pressed over the bulge, groaning wetly. He jerked his hips slightly, folding over himself to plant his forehead right against Dew's chest.

It took a few seconds for Dew to make any noise, but he wheezed out a whine, "Are — you cumming?" He managed, one hand coming to grasp Mountain's arm, fingers wet with his own slick, smearing on Mountain's skin.

Unable to form words, Mountain just nodded weakly, hair sticking to his forehead.

"Fuck." Dew groaned, hand moving back between them, and Mountain could feel him jerking himself off again, fingers slipping down to where they met, bumping around Mountain's cock. Gathering slick and spreading it up to his clit to ease the friction.

It didn't take long before Dew became impossibly tight around Mountain, soaking the both of them when he came, trembling under him. Mountain stayed buried in him for a long moment, lingering in the wet warmth, before he finally began to pull out of the tight clutch of Dew. If he hadn't lost all brainpower, Mountain might've lifted his head to admire Dews face, as if it wasn't engrained in his memory already.

The way his brows pinched together and his eyes lost focus. It was intoxicating.

Whining, he managed to pull free with a wet noise that made his face burn, flopping over beside Dew, one of his knees landing in the wet spot Dew had made. He couldn't be bothered to care, just gathering Dew in closer to himself and squeezing. Dew flopped an arm over his eyes, little chest heaving.