#rain headcannons

Ok so. Rain and Dew before he became fire.

They’re being freaks like normal, tongues and fingers in places that they never would’ve expected. One of them pulls back, out of breath from greedy lips. Let’s say that the one is Dew, he always loses to Rain, always turns into putty in his hands. He’s almost always the one to pull back because he gets so lost in the way Rain kisses him.

He rests his head over Rain’s shoulder but its such a chore holding himself up, he’s lazy with it. And he shifts just enough that their necks brush up against each other. Satan below it happens. Something in them both explodes in a perfect flame. It makes Rain buck his hips into Dew’s and it knocks Dew further, pressing his fluttering gills even closer to his own.

It’s so wet, almost abnormally wet even for a pair of horny water ghouls.

They abandon all desire for anything else at that point. There’s no more thought about whose dick is going to do what in whose holes. There’s no want for a hungry make out session.

All they want is this— sensitive gills gliding against each other, pressure that feels familiar yet so foreign.

They keep craning their necks pressing their gills together. Their chest are getting slick from how wet they are, they don’t know whose mess is whose. They cant stop moaning and the sounds feel like the best vibration against their gills. It makes them groan even more. It’s a crazy loop to get caught in.