#raindew

“How the hell do I use this?”

Rain groaned, throwing his hands up in the air. Dew stood at the end of the bed, inspecting the harness he had been given inquisitively.

“You’ve never seen a stap-on before?”

“Sure I have,” exclaimed the fire ghoul, voice defensive. “Just…not like this one.”

Attached to the front of the harness were three silicone tentacles, all varying in sizes. He knew that Rain had…interesting taste, but Dew could not even begin to figure out how to navigate the toy he was currently looking at.

“Like any other, genius. Just put it on, pick one to fuck me with, and boom.”

“It looks like a rejected Alien prop,” said Dew, earning another frustrated huff from his lover. Chuckling, he held it up to his chest, pretending as if the tentacles had ripped through his body. “Help me, Rainy! The evil sex chestburster got me!”

The water ghoul continued to look on, unamused, as his boyfriend dramatically fell onto the mattress, still laughing at his own poor joke. He ran a hand down his face, already regretting introducing Dew to his new toy.

“Put the damn thing on already, please?”

Thankfully, Dew followed through with the request, fastening the harness snugly to his hips before joining Rain at the headboard. Shockingly, he made it through foreplay without cracking anymore jokes, burying his tongue deep inside the other ghoul’s cunt till he was screaming in ecstasy. It didn’t take long for Rain to be ready, scrambling to his hands and knees and presenting himself eagerly.

“You can start with the smallest one and work your way up.”

“Got it.”

Dew ran a hand over Rain’s back, watching with delight as his side gills twitched with arousal. It took a second to position himself correctly, but soon enough, there was a hot pink tentacle teasing at the water ghoul’s pussy, causing him to shiver and whine, sharp claws already digging into the sheets below. When Dew finally pushed in, the two remaining tentacles ran up Rain’s front, just against either side of his soaked folds. Before he could let out a pleased moan, the fire ghoul spoke up.

“It’s a clithugger.”

Another damn Alien joke.

Rain wanted to turn around and smack him, he really did. Instead, he found himself laughing, much to his own dismay. It was such a stupid statement, but he had come up with it so quickly, so effortlessly. He tried in vain to cover up his cackle with a whine, but it was too late. Behind him, Dew was back to laughing maniacally at his own joke, nearly toppling backwards, having slid halfway out of Rain as he let his laughter toss him back.

“Satan dammit, Dew,” cried Rain, though there was no true annoyance in his voice anymore.

“I’m sorry, I just- Rainy, this is the weirdest dildo I have ever seen!”

“She’s my favorite one!”

“‘She’,” barked the smaller ghoul, face already aching from smiling so hard. “Don’t tell me this thing has a name as well!”

When Rain didn’t respond, Dew knew he had just struck gold.

“You named it, didn’t you? What is it?”

“...Ripley.”

It's not like Phantom actively seeks out his packmates when they're fucking. It's a coincidence, even though they tease him mercilessly and say that if he wanted to watch he just had to ask. He doesn't want to watch! He just so happens to be told to fetch them when they're in the middle of it!

Like today, for example. Papa Copia wanted them all together to be fitted for their new uniforms for the upcoming tour. All of them were there save for Rain and Dewdrop. He'd been the last one to arrive, so of course Cirrus volunteered him to bring them.

And it just so happened that when he checked the fitting room, Rain was draped across Dew's nude form overtop Mountain's drumset. Distantly, he knows the ghoul is going to be pissed to find the marks they're streaking across the slick black material, but he's lost in the motion of Rain's hand on Dew's cock, slow and teasing.

He sees the water ghoul's mouth move, and though he can't hear it, he can see Dew's ears go red and him nod. There's a flash of metal that catches Phantom's eye and oh, it creeps close to Dew's cock, pressing the tip into his slit that weeps pre all over himself.

Phantom's cock throbs in the confines of his pants and he reaches down to palm himself, whining softly as Dew lets out a cry of pain-pleasure. The sounding rod slowly delves further, stretching his urethra and causing him to arch his back up from the kick drum he'd been lying on. Rain pushed it in until it's fully seated and kisses along Dew's sweaty chest.

The quint ghoul bites his fist to hold back a moan as Rain momentarily fucks it deeper. Dew sobs and helplessly tries to pull away from it, to no avail. Phantom carefully unbuttons his pants and pulls his weeping cock out, pumping it slowly in time with Rain mercifully removing the rod, only to pull out a slightly bigger one.

"Ready for the next one, Dewy?" He growls into the open air, this time loud enough for Phantom to hear. His breath hitches as Dew flexes his hips forward tauntingly.

"I can take it," he groans through bared teeth. "Give it to me, you fucking tease."

Rain grins mischievously. "So confident, huh? Maybe I should skip this one entirely."

"Just fucking touch me already, it doesn't fucking matter—" Dew's taunts are cut short by the tip of a drumstick—Mountain's of course, sathanas he's gonna be pissed—trying to force into his urethra. It takes a moment, but the precum Dew's spouting like a damned fountain eases its way enough for the bulbous end to eventually pop in. He finishes with a sob, thrashing against Rain's hold as his cum dribbles out around the blockage, and Phantom quickly spills over his own knuckles with a hoarse moan, unable to restrain himself.

Rain's head snaps to face him, his expression melding from surprise to something much more sinister. Phantom suddenly feels like prey caught in a trap, and though he turns to run, he's caught with a firm hand on his shoulder.

"Oh Buggy, you're not getting away that easily." The quint trembles in his grasp, but Rain retains his menacing smile. "I think you oughta be punished for creeping on us like that."