#raintomdrop

It’s a few nights later.

New city. New suite.

The show’s not until tomorrow, and the hotel bed is almost comically large—spread with rumpled white sheets and too many pillows, dim lamplight softening the edges of the room.

Rain’s sprawled in the center, shirtless, tiny shorts hitched high on his thighs. He’s got one leg cocked lazily, a smug little grin playing on his mouth. Low music hums in the background, moody and bass-heavy.

“Didn’t realize we were doing this tonight,” he drawls when Dew emerges from the bathroom in just a towel. “No complaints, though.”

Phantom doesn’t answer. Just finishes arranging something on the nightstand—glass of water, small token, a folded cloth. Then they turn, slow as sin, and look at Rain like something they’re going to savor on their tongue for hours.

Rain raises a brow. “You gonna gawk or get over here?”

Phantom smiles.

“Why don’t you sit up for me, sweetheart.”

That… tone.

Soft and even.

Velvet-dipped.

Heavy.

Rain huffs. “What, like—”

“Sit,” Phantom repeats, and something under the surface of their voice flickers. Not quite their quintessence—just the suggestion of its weight.

Rain rolls his eyes, but he pushes up on his elbows anyway. “Bossy.”

Phantom pads closer. Sinks onto the bed with slow grace. Dew joins them on the other side, towel dropped, casual as anything.

“You’re gonna let us play tonight, yeah?” Phantom murmurs, one hand brushing Rain’s knee.

Rain shivers faintly. “Don’t I always?”

Phantom hums. Their fingers drift up higher, slow and coaxing.

“I want more than your body,” they whisper, letting the quintessence finally shimmer through the syllables. “I want your attention.”

Rain’s breath catches.

Dew moves in like a shadow, close and quiet. “Give it to them, princess,” he says, voice low. “Be good for us.”

Phantom tilts their head, eyes glowing faintly now. Their hand rises—just one finger, touching the center of Rain’s brow.

“Open.”

Rain’s lips part like he's been caught mid-thought—but the thought’s already gone.

Phantom doesn’t move their hand, just keeps that single fingertip at the center of his brow, steady pressure radiating like heat. The room feels thicker all of a sudden. Warmer. Sound softened at the edges.

“Good,” Phantom murmurs. Their voice is lower now, honey-slick, humming in a way that's felt more than heard. “That’s it. You’re doing so well already.”

Rain sways slightly, lashes fluttering. He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t look away.

The smug tilt of his mouth fades into something looser.

Emptier.

Dew smiles behind him, watching his mate go soft. “He’s so pretty when he listens.”

Phantom hums in agreement, their gaze never leaving Rain’s.

They let their hand drift—palm brushing down between Rain’s tits, over his ribs, along his stomach. Quintessence trails behind their fingers, cool and opalescent.

Rain’s breath shallows.

“Just keep breathing, sweetheart,” Phantom hums. “In and out.”

Their voice sinks through his ribs like dark matter—heavy, unseen, pulling everything inward.

“Let me in.”

Dew strokes a hand down Rain’s spine, gentle and grounding. “You’re safe, princess,” he murmurs. “Let them take it. Let it all fall away.”

Rain shudders, hips twitching. His thighs part instinctively.

“There you go,” Phantom whispers, pupils blown wide. “That’s it. Good boy.”

The sound Rain makes is tiny, a little gasp caught behind his gills.

Phantom leans in, lips brushing his cheek, hand now flat over his belly.

“Nothing to hold onto now,” they murmur. “No titles. No clever words. Just softness. Just obedience.”

Rain trembles.

Dew catches his wrist and kisses the inside gently before guiding it back to the mattress.

“Lay back, baby,” he says. “Let us spoil you.”

Rain does.

Slowly, limbs loose, pupils blown, he sinks into the pillows like he’s being lowered by invisible hands. His breathing’s ragged now, his chest glowing faintly where Phantom touched him.

Phantom follows him down, straddling one thigh, trailing quint-heavy fingers along his waist. Hip. Inner thigh.

Never quite touching his cunt—just circling close enough to make his breath catch every time.

“You’re going to be so good for us,” they whisper. “Aren’t you, princess?”

Rain moans.

Nods once—slow and fucked-out already—and they haven’t even started.

Phantom’s thumb brushes lightly under Rain’s chin, tilting his face just enough to meet his eyes, their smile soft and patient.

“Use your words if you can,” they murmur. “Tell us what you want.”

Rain swallows.

It takes him a second to remember how to speak. His lashes flutter, breath catching like the thought has to travel a long way to reach his mouth.

“…deeper,” he whispers.

The word barely exists. It’s breath and longing and something primal, pulled from the marrow.

Dew stills behind him. A low sound slips from his throat—half groan, half growl.

Phantom’s eyes darken. “Deeper where, princess?”

Rain’s brow creases. The haze makes it hard to speak, hard to think—but he wants to be good, wants to ask right. He wets his lips.

“In,” he manages. “Further in. Please.”

“There it is,” Phantom murmurs. “So polite.”

Dew leans in close, mouth grazing Rain’s ear. His voice is molten. “That’s my boy,” he purrs. “This all it takes to get you sweet?”

Rain shivers, thighs parting further. His fingers twitch against the sheets like he’s trying to grasp something—control or meaning—but it’s all gone.

Phantom’s voice saw to that.

“You don’t have to think anymore,” they tell him, fingertips tracing circles low on his belly, glowing just slightly. “You don’t even have to speak. Just feel.”

They brush lower—not quite touching, but Rain gasps like they did. His back arches, cunt slick and aching, every nerve tuned to that orbiting presence.

Dew strokes a hand down his side again. “Feel good, baby?”

Rain tries to nod, a little whimper bubbling in his throat.

“Such a spoiled little thing," Dew murmurs. "All soft and needy and perfect.”

Phantom hums in agreement. One hand still ghosts between Rain’s thighs while the other cradles his jaw.

“You wanted to be fucked,” they say, voice low and bright. “But what you really needed… was to let go.”

Rain’s breath stutters. He makes a pleading, broken sound and presses his hips up without even realizing it.

Phantom’s thumb brushes his bottom lip.

“Shhh. That’s not your job tonight, sweetheart.”

Dew’s hand wraps gently around his throat.

“Your only job,” he whispers, “is to lie back and take it.”

Rain moans, tipping his head back onto the pillows. His mouth stays open, breath catching every time Phantom’s fingers ghost near his cunt.

He’s soaked already, all needy and slick and open—and all he can do is wait.

Dew watches him for a moment longer, chest heaving like he’s holding himself back by a thread.

One hand stays curled at Rain’s throat, grounding him. The other slides down the curve of his side, over his belly—thumbs over the pretty red stone floating in his navel.

“You’re so ready for it, aren’t you?” Dew murmurs.

Rain whines. His hips lift instinctively, chasing the contact, but Phantom shakes their head gently.

“Shhh. Be still for him,” they coo. “Be good.”

Rain’s hands twitch in the sheets like he doesn’t know what to do with them. Dew catches one, kisses the palm, then presses it down flat above Rain’s head.

“You’re gonna stay just like this,” he says, voice low. “Laid out. Pretty. Open.”

His fingers drift lower, hovering, ghosting the edge of his thigh. The heat is unbearable.

Rain moans like it hurts. His whole body trembles.

“You want it that bad, baby?” Dew purrs. “You need me to touch you?”

Rain nods frantically, curls damp, eyes wide and desperate.

Phantom murmurs something soft and wordless into his cheek, praise warm as spiced wine.

Dew lets two fingers slide down, just barely grazing through slick heat. Rain sobs.

“Fucking dripping,” Dew breathes. “All that for a little voice in your head?”

“Not just a voice,” Phantom adds. “A purpose.”

Dew teases him, slow and cruel—fingers circling, slicking, never pushing in.

Rain rocks his hips without meaning to. Whimpers. Tries to speak but can’t find the words.

“Breathe,” Phantom whispers. “That’s all.”

Dew finally, finally presses in—one finger, slow and deliberate.

Rain’s back bows.

He gasps like it’s his first breath. Like the world just snapped back into place.

Phantom strokes their thumb along his cheek, grounding him while he shudders through it.

“There you go,” Dew coos, voice ragged. “There’s my good boy.”

Rain sobs again, cunt fluttering around that single finger.

“Just like that.”

He adds a second finger, slow and careful, and that’s what breaks Rain.

His whole body twitches, muscles clenching, thighs trembling as the pleasure overflows. It’s not loud, not dramatic—just a soft, stunned unraveling, his cunt pulsing around Dew’s hand, his breath catching on tiny hiccups of sound.

Phantom leans close and kisses his temple.

"Give in,” they whisper. “Let it take you.”

Rain does.

And when it’s over—when he’s boneless, soaked and glowing and dazed—Phantom strokes their hand down his chest, and Dew stays close, voice soft with awe.

“You’re mine tonight,” Dew says. “And I’m just getting started.”

Phantom strokes their thumb along Rain’s cheek, soothing him through it.

“You’re doing so well,” they murmur. “Still with us?”

Rain nods, dazed. Glowing.

“Good boy.”

Dew groans behind him, his free hand clenching at Rain’s waist, breath shaky with restraint.

“I wanna—” he says roughly, “wanna fuck my pretty boy.”

Rain whimpers, body twitching. Phantom hums, pleased, but doesn’t interrupt—just watches, their fingers gentle on Rain’s face.

Dew leans over, voice thick against Rain’s throat. “You want that, baby?” he whispers. “Want me to keep going? Fill you again?”

Rain arches weakly into the touch, curls stuck to his temples, cunt fluttering. His voice is barely there.

“Yes,” he breathes. “Please. Want you.”

Phantom smiles and shifts, making room as Dew lines up, guiding himself into Rain's devastatingly warm cunt with a reverence that borders on worship.

Rain gasps—shocked at how much he feels it, how sensitive he still is—and Dew just sinks.

“Oh, fuck—Rain.”

It’s like being swallowed by heat. Rain clings to him instinctively, and Dew stills, buried deep, both of them shaking with it.

“You’re so good,” he whispers. “So fucking good for me.”

Phantom lays a hand over Rain’s chest, just above his heart. The pulse of quintessence shimmers beneath their fingers.

“You can take more,” they murmur. “Can’t you, baby?”

Rain nods, breath hitching.

“Yes,” he whispers. “More.”

Dew moves slow at first, like he’s afraid Rain will dissolve beneath him. But Rain moans, hips rocking back, greedy even now.

“Knew he wasn’t done,” Phantom says, smiling.

Dew fucks him through the next wave like it’s prayer. No sharpness, no rush—just a steady, rolling rhythm. Each thrust deep and heavy. Each moan caught by Phantom’s praise.

Rain sobs, the pleasure building again.

Phantom leans close, mouth at his ear. “Go on,” they whisper. “Show him what his princess sounds like when he comes apart.”

Rain’s shaking again.

Not from tension—from too much. Too much love. Too much pleasure. Too much worship.

Dew’s hips keep moving, slow and steady, fucking him in long, deep strokes like he has all the time in the world.

Phantom watches him carefully.

He’s close. Too close. But he’s quiet now—silent in that floaty space they pulled him into. Mouth parted. Eyes unfocused.

Phantom softens the hold.

Their hand on his chest pulses once. The glow of quintessence dims to a shimmer, enough to let him find his heavy tongue.

Rain inhales sharply. Blinks like he’s seeing first light.

“There he is,” Phantom murmurs. “Come on back, sweet thing. Let that pretty mouth work.”

Rain whines, hips stuttering.

Dew groans, leaning over him, kissing his neck. “You okay, princess?”

He nods quickly. “Mmh—yes. Yes, I’m—Dew, please—”

Phantom strokes his cheek with the back of their knuckle, voice warm. “Tell us what you need.”

Rain’s voice is thick with want. “Need you to—please, just—just—”

Dew growls low. His rhythm doesn't falter.

“Yeah?” he breathes. “Feels that good, baby? Being my sweet little pillow princess—fucked so dumb you can't even beg?”

Rain whines, high and feminine.

The sound wrecks Dew. He presses in deeper, hips grinding, his hand sliding to Rain’s lower belly like he wants to feel himself from the outside.

“You’re so full,” he says. “Taking me so well.”

Phantom hums. “That’s it. Give Dew your words, sweetheart.”

Rain shakes his head, not to refuse, but because he’s so close to unraveling again. Hands scrabbling. Tears finally spilling.

Phantom leans closer, breath hot at his ear. “Do you want to come again, baby?”

Rain nods, frantic.

“Then beg him.”

Rain’s lips part, but no sound comes.

His eyes roll, a shiver racing down his spine. A thread of drool slips from the corner of his mouth, caught in the glow.

Phantom catches it with their fingertip, taps it to his lips once.

Rain shudders, the hold looser now. “Please, Dew—please let me come—want to feel you, want to feel everything—please—please—”

Dew’s eyes roll back, a groan ripping from his throat.

“Fuck.” He kisses Rain’s shoulder, hard. “Do it. Go ahead, baby. Let go for me.”

Dew’s hand slips lower, cradling his cunt as he fucks in deep and deliberate—each stroke dragging sparks across frayed nerves. He’s panting into his skin now, his rhythm starting to stutter.

Rain sobs—

And Rain tips.

Lets it roll over him like a tide. No sharp snap, no scream, just an endless release, drawn out and full. His whole body trembling under the weight of it. His breath catches. Hitches.

Breaks.

The sound he makes is shattered.

Dew moans deep and guttural, hips bucking once, twice—then he’s gone too, pulled under, buried as deep as he can get. Clinging to Rain like he’s gravity itself.

They ride it out together. Shaking. Panting. Locked in each other’s arms.

Phantom’s still there, watching with that soft, glowing smile, their hand stroking Rain’s chest, soothing him through the aftershocks.

“You did so well,” they murmur. “So fucking beautiful for us.”

Rain can’t speak.

He’s limp between them. Glowing with sweat and love and sparking quintessence, tears streaking his cheeks.

Dew kisses his temple, murmuring nonsense now—praise and pet names and gentle little nothings between shuddering breaths.

Phantom leans down. Kisses the corner of his mouth, then Dew’s. Tucks in close when Dew pulls Rain in, curling around him from behind. One arm tight around his waist, the other slipping up to cup his breast with practiced ease.

“You’re okay,” he whispers, lips brushing his temple. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

Rain exhales shakily. His body’s spent, but afterglow still hums through him like lightning braided into his bones.

Dew kisses his shoulder. Then lower, mouth finding a nipple and sucking gentle. Not greedy this time, just grounding. Comforting, in an ancient type of way.

Rain moans soft and open.

Phantom watches for a moment, admiring the give and take. Dew cracks one eye, gives them a look that sends them sliding down Rain’s body with sinuous purpose.

They settle between his thighs. Spread him just enough to admire the mess glistening there. Dew’s come. His slick. The way he opened so beautifully for them both.

Phantom smiles.

“Still warm,” they murmur.

And then—

They lick.

Rain cries out, hips jolting, fingers spasming against Dew’s arm.

Dew just holds him tighter, suckling deeper, humming against his skin.

Phantom moans, low and pleased, tongue dragging through his folds like it’s the finest thing they’ve ever tasted.

It’s too much. Too soft. Too good.

His cunt twitches, sensitive and swollen, while Phantom feasts. Dew keeps nursing at his tit like he has no intention of ever stopping.

“Perfect,” Dew murmurs, voice muffled. “Our perfect boy.”

Phantom hums in agreement, eyes fluttering closed as they lick deeper. Their tongue slips between his folds to tease him open again, lapping the shared mess like it’s the point of it all.

Rain writhes, overwhelmed. Every part of him claimed and cherished.

“Please,” he whispers, voice ragged. “Please—don’t stop—”

Phantom looks up, chin shining. “Wasn’t planning to.”

Rain’s trembling now. Thighs twitching, cunt soaked and aching, every stroke of Phantom’s tongue pulling a gasp from his lips.

Dew hasn’t moved far. He’s still curled around him, one hand stroking his thigh, the other lazily palming his breast. But he shifts now, spurred on by Rain’s broken whimpers and the wet, obscene sounds of Phantom’s mouth still filling the air.

He aligns his hips. Presses the head of his cock against Rain’s cunt again—teasing. Testing.

Rain gasps, Dew’s name hot on his tongue.

“I know, baby. I know,” Dew moans against his skin as he slides in again.

Phantom doesn’t stop.

Their tongue follows the stretch, licking the slick that leaks out around Dew’s cock. Lapping up their come like it’s a gift just for them. Every time Dew rocks in deeper, Phantom moans into his cunt—hot breath and wet tongue teasing his clit until Rain’s toes curl.

Rain keens.

“Shhh,” Dew soothes, voice shaking. “I’ve got you. You’re doing so well.”

Phantom flicks his clit again—quick, wicked—right as Dew bottoms out.

Rain wails.

“Can’t—can’t take it—too much—”

“You can,” Phantom hums, kissing his mound. “You are. Look at you. Taking both of us like you were made for it.”

Dew thrusts again, slower now. Deeper.

“Dripping down your chin, huh, bug?”

Phantom giggles, absolutely delighted. “He hasn’t stopped.”

Their tongue never leaves him, licking where Dew’s cock sinks in, humming against him.

Dew’s moaning too. “I can feel your tongue,” he gasps. “Fuck—keep going—”

Phantom purrs, does exactly that.

Rain is gone. Babbling. Shaking. So close again. His brain can’t keep up—filled and licked, stretched and spoiled, every part of him owned and adored.

His mouth moves, but nothing comes out but breathy whimpers and broken sobs. His cunt stretched and fluttering around Dew’s cock with every slow thrust.

Phantom keeps licking, lazy and indulgent, like Rain’s their favorite dessert and they’ve more than earned seconds.

“He’s close again,” Phantom says, not even surprised.

“I know,” Dew pants. “I can feel it.”

Rain claws weakly at the sheets. Legs falling open wider. Inevitable.

“Please—please—” he sobs.

Phantom kisses his clit filthy. “Let go, sweetheart.”

Dew thrusts deep, voice rough. “Come on, princess. Let us feel it. Show us how sweet you can come for us.”

And Rain tips.

No fight. No fear.

Just wave after wave of shuddering, overwhelmed release, cunt spasming around Dew’s cock as he cries out—loud and helpless and beautiful.

Dew groans. Buries himself deep. Shaking as he holds him through it.

Phantom kisses his thigh. “Good boy. That’s it. That’s our sweet thing.”

Rain collapses, breath hiccupping between bliss and disbelief.

Dew strokes just below his gills. Still inside. Still throbbing.

Phantom rests their cheek against his thigh, watching him ride the aftershocks.

Rain simply… floats.

Eyes half-lidded. Lips parted. His body twitching in the after. He’s not really here—not all the way. Just warmth and wetness and the hum of quintessence singing under his skin.

Phantom kisses the inside of his thigh. Slower now. Gentle. One last swipe of tongue. One last little hum of satisfaction.

Their face shines with it. So does their smile.

Dew pulls back just enough to slip out, and Rain whimpers at the loss. Hips twitching. Phantom catches him with a hand, soothes him again, presses a soft kiss to his mound like a promise.

Dew watches Phantom and smiles.

“Hope you saved a little,” he murmurs, voice low and dark. “You need to thank them properly.”

Phantom grins, eyes gleaming.

“Oh, I’m not worried,” they say, licking their lips.

“Our nest has plenty of space.”

Phantom doesn’t answer - at least not with words.

They can’t. Not with Rain’s breath still cool and curling behind their ear. Not with Dew’s fingers drawing idle, possessive circles along their thighs. Not with the ache between their legs pulsing where bodies meet but never quite press deep enough.

Rain watches their silence with a knowing smile.

The den glows in amber and violet, lights strobing slow across flushed skin. Laughter flickers somewhere distant, a drink shatters against a toast, bass beats thrum steady - but it all feels muffled, submerged beneath the heat pooling in their tangle of limbs and breath.

Here, in the center of it all, Phantom rocks faintly in Dew’s lap, still caught in the rhythm of earlier want. Limbs heavy. Lips parted. Every inch of them humming with unmet promise.

Rain traces a fingertip down the line of their throat.

“You’re gorgeous like this,” he says, reverent. “Too much, and still begging for more.”

Phantom moans softly.

Dew kisses their shoulder, voice low. “Think our pretty little thing’s ready to be taken apart?”

Rain grins, and just for a second, something feral flashes behind his gentle face. “Not yet.”

He slides his hand into Phantom’s hair, tips their chin up. The kiss is deep, slow, and entirely unbearable. Phantom melts into it with a soft sound, but just as they lean closer, craving more -

Rain pulls back.

“Now,” he murmurs, eyes gleaming. “Now they’re ready.”

Phantom doesn’t move right away. They’re panting, thighs trembling where they straddle Dew. Their hands fist in Rain’s shirt like they’re afraid he’ll vanish, caught in the echo of that kiss; its weight, its absence.

Rain brushes a thumb across their cheek, gentle now. “Still with me?”

They nod, but the motion’s sluggish, like their limbs haven’t caught up. Dew huffs a low laugh against their shoulder, hand tightening at their waist until they gasp, breath hitching like a thread pulled taut.

“All wrung out from just a kiss?” Dew murmurs, lips at Phantom’s ear. “Your mouth should come with a warning label, Rainy.”

Rain smirks, unbothered. “You’re one to talk. I'm just collecting what's mine.”

Phantom makes a tiny, overwhelmed sound at that, and Rain leans in to kiss the corner of their mouth again; light this time, coaxing.

“Let’s get you up, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “You’ll walk, or should I carry you?”

They don’t answer. Just sag a little further into Rain’s chest, face tucked against his neck, breath soft and uneven.

Dew grins, voice thick and fond. “That’s a carry, then.”

Rain chuckles low in his throat, hand already sliding down to hook beneath Phantom’s thighs. “Of course it is.”

But when he tries to lift, Dew doesn’t let go.

Rain raises his brow.

Dew just looks up at him, smug. “Mine too, remember?”

For a beat, it’s a standoff - playful, possessive, their sweet little bug limp between them, dazed and adored.

Then Rain leans down, curls brushing Phantom’s face. “Let them up, Dew.”

Dew sighs like he's suffering. “You always take the good ones.”

But he shifts his grip, helping instead of hoarding. His hands slide low, palms warm against Phantom’s thighs, lifting with care as Rain slips his arms into place - one beneath their knees, the other across their back.

And when they rise together, Phantom curls into Rain like they already belong to both of them. Dew walks beside them, fingers trailing down the outside of Phantom’s thigh.

“Still trembling,” Dew murmurs, brushing his hand lower. “You’re gonna let us ruin you so well, aren’t you?”

Rain presses a kiss into their hair. “We’ll be gentle.”

A beat.

Dew grins. “Mostly.”

-

The hallway is dim and quiet, a hush compared to the pulse and chaos of the den. The heavy beat of music fades behind them, replaced by the soft shuffle of Rain’s footsteps, the quiet creak of the floor beneath his weight.

Phantom is cradled in his arms, tucked close to his chest, their breath brushing soft against his collarbone. Their body is pliant, limp with desire and warmth, but their fingers still clutch at the edge of Rain’s shoulder like they can’t bear to let go.

Dew trails behind, hands in his pockets like he’s not burning from the inside out. His steps are light, eyes fixed on the way Rain carries them, on the bare skin peeking from beneath Phantom’s shirt. He’s quiet, for once, but it’s the kind of quiet that simmers with intent.

Rain slows as they reach the midpoint of the hall, pausing beneath the low amber glow of a lantern. Light spills soft across Phantom’s skin, catching on their lashes, the curve of their cheek, the dazed gleam in their eyes when they blink up at him.

“You alright?” Rain asks, voice low, gentle. He shifts his grip just slightly, adjusting them against his chest. “Need a second?”

Phantom nods faintly, pressing their forehead to his neck. “Just... warm,” they whisper. “Everything’s warm.”

Rain smiles, tilting his head to nuzzle their temple. “Good. Do you like it?”

A soft hum, barely a breath - yes.

Dew steps up beside them, crowding in close. One hand reaches to brush Phantom’s knee, slow and soothing. “Want you to feel like honey left out in the sun,” he murmurs. “Melting. Messy. Made to be licked clean.”

Phantom shudders at his touch. Dew’s fingers linger just a moment longer.

Rain watches them both, something fierce and quiet in his gaze.

“You know what we’re about to do,” he says, soft but firm. “You can still say no. You can still ask for something else.”

Phantom lifts their head, eyes flicking from one to the other - Rain, then Dew

“I want it,” they whisper. “I want you. Both of you.”

Dew’s hand slides higher on their thigh. “You’re gonna get us,” he says. “Just say the word.”

Rain nods, satisfied, and begins walking again, confident and unhurried.

Behind them, Dew follows, heat rolling off him in waves. Rain shoots him a lazy grin over his shoulder, and Dew answers with a smirk that promises everything still to come.

The door to Rain and Dew’s room creaks open on a hush of warm air and dim light.

Lanterns glow low, catching on rich fabrics layered like sediment - thick blankets, plush throws, sheets in deep jewel tones, rumpled from earlier use and never quite smoothed again. The air is full of warmth, with the faint scent of rain-damp linen, smoke, and something more intimate…skin and salt and the slow, sweet rot of delayed satisfaction.

There are petals scattered from an indulgent evening not fully cleaned. A silver tray with half-melted candles rests on the bedside table, wax pooled like lazy moonlight. A small pile of books leans beside it, spines softened and thumb-worn, like even the room knows how to wait.

The space feels lived in - loved in. Phantom feels it the moment Rain steps inside. The weight of the room. The heat of it. Every surface seems to hum with memory.

Dew closes the door behind them with a soft click, sealing them in a quiet temple made of touch.

Rain lowers them carefully to the ground, letting Phantom adjust to the feeling of the space. It’s quieter here. Not silent - the music of the den is still a faint throb in the floorboards - but everything feels softer.

He then climbs into the nest, arranging pillows and blankets into some arbitrary pattern that he can't seem to settle on.

“You gonna start scenting, too?” Dew chuffs, amused, as he crosses the room to wrap his arms around Phantom’s waist, chin hooked over their shoulder.

Rain flips him off with one hand, already stretching out across the bed. “Only if they’re lucky.”

Phantom laughs, breathless and frayed. Rain’s gaze softens as he pats the blankets in front of him, coaxing.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he says. “Let me show you how much I missed you.”

Phantom obeys without thinking, drawn in like it’s home. Like gravity itself has shifted. Rain pulls them down with greedy hands, wrapping arms and legs around them the moment they touch the bed, pressing every inch of himself close.

“You smell like Dew,” Rain whispers against Phantom’s throat. “It’s been driving me fucking crazy.”

From behind, Dew climbs in next - all golden limbs and lazy menace. He nestles in at Phantom’s back, one hand stroking slowly across their stomach, steady and sure.

“Oh, I know,” he says, smug as sin, kissing the nape of Phantom’s neck but staring straight at Rain. “You couldn’t stop staring.”

His fingers dip lower, taunting. “The way you looked at them? Like you’d combust if you didn’t get a taste.”

Rain huffs a laugh, sharp with need.

“Jealous?” he rumbles, lifting his chin. “You got the first taste. Let me have a little fun before you go all greedy again.”

Dew grins, delighted. “Greedy? You’re the one drooling.”

Rain shifts, pressing closer to Phantom.

“You gonna let me have a taste, sweetheart?” he murmurs, brushing his lips along their jaw. “Let me show you what you do to me?”

Phantom nods and Rain doesn’t waste a moment. He leans in and kisses them - slow at first, just the brush of lips, but it builds. Quickly. Hungrily.

He opens his mouth against theirs, licks in with practiced ease, a moan curling low in his throat as Phantom gasps and melts. Dew’s hands slide over their sides, grounding, stroking over every inch of exposed skin like he’s marking it with reverence.

Rain kisses like he’s trying to breathe them in, and when he finally pulls back, his breath is ragged, eyes searching.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” he murmurs. “Tell me.”

Phantom shudders beneath him, lips still parted, eyes wide and glassy. That earlier boldness - the way they asked to draw liquor off his skin, the way they rode Dew’s lap - is softened now, fogged by overwhelming affection, by Rain’s calm and Dew’s constant, steady pressure at their back.

They try to speak.

But nothing comes out.

Rain tilts his head, concern flickering gently. “Hey,” he whispers, brushing his knuckles down their cheek. “You okay?”

Phantom nods quickly. Too quickly. And then - they shift.

Their hips roll upward, slow and desperate, trying to wedge one of Rain’s thighs between their legs.

Rain gasps, surprised - and then grins, wicked and sweet all at once.

“Oh,” he breathes. “That’s what you want. Finish what Dew started, yeah?”

Phantom nods again, cheeks flushed, thighs quaking.

Rain moves easily, slipping one leg between theirs, giving them the pressure they crave - solid muscle against soft, aching heat. Phantom groans and presses down hard, hips grinding in tiny, desperate circles.

Rain watches, utterly entranced.

Dew shifts closer behind them, voice low against their neck. “Look at you,” he murmurs, half to Rain, half to Phantom. He presses a kiss behind Phantom’s ear before looking down at Rain.

“They did the same thing to me, sweet little grind, all helpless and messy. Drove me fuckin’ wild.”

Rain snorts, not looking up. “Like you didn’t start it.” He drags his tongue slowly over Phantom’s wrist, savoring the way they shiver. “But I’m gonna finish it.”

Dew huffs a laugh. “Not if they finish you first.”

Phantom grinds down with desperate little motions, riding the muscle of Rain’s thigh like it’s the only thing tethering them to the earth. Every shift draws a shiver through them, heat blooming under their skin, low and tight and nearly unbearable.

Rain’s hands hold their hips, steady and sure, guiding their rhythm with quiet adoration.

“Just like that,” he murmurs. “Take what you need.”

Behind them Dew chuckles warm, and begins to peel Phantom’s shirt the rest of the way off. He takes his time, lifting the fabric slowly, letting his fingers brush every inch of skin he reveals.

“Thought about this earlier,” he says against their shoulder, his voice a purr. “Right there on that couch, your shirt all clinging and damp while you ground in my lap. Told you I’d lay you out like something sacred, didn’t I?”

Phantom whimpers, eyes fluttering shut.

“He got you all worked up, didn’t he?” Rain murmurs, dragging his teeth gently along their fingers. “He’s good at that. Makes you ache without even trying.”

“I -” Phantom gasps, their hips jerking. “I - please - I need -”

Dew hums, dragging the shirt over their head and tossing it aside. “Told you we’d keep you warm,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss between their shoulder blades. “Told you we’d stuff you full til you forgot your own name.”

Rain grinds his thigh up just slightly, and Phantom cries out, high and breathless, forehead falling to Rain’s shoulder.

“I c-can’t,” they stammer. “Please, let me - I need to -”

“Oh, poor buggy,” Dew coos. “You’re begging already?”

Rain kisses their temple, voice soft but urgent. “You can come like this. Go on. You’ve earned it.”

Phantom’s whole body tightens, hips grinding harder now, deeper, like friction is the only thing that matters. Dew's hand strokes their stomach in slow, possessive circles.

Phantom whines, head tipping back as their hips stutter, rolling in desperate little jerks.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Just like that.”

Rain’s lips catch theirs again, soft and certain, swallowing the moan that breaks free as Phantom shatters between them.

Their body goes taut, legs trembling as they cry out - clutching at Rain’s shoulders, pressed against his thigh, caught in Dew’s arms from behind as everything comes undone.

And then they’re falling, boneless, panting, limp in the space between heat and veneration, wrapped up in murmurs and praise.

Phantom collapses into the nest, their breath still ragged, body humming with aftershocks. Their fingers twitch like they’re still reaching for more, even as their mind blanks out with pleasure.

Rain cradles their face, brushing sweaty strands of hair from their forehead, while Dew presses slow, grounding kisses along their spine.

The room hums with warmth.

Phantom lies between them, breath still uneven, skin damp where kisses landed and hands roamed. Every inch of them pulses; slow, sweet echoes of release still rippling under the surface.

Rain’s palm smooths down the side of their face, thumb tracing beneath one eye. His expression is soft now, no less intense, but gentled by awe.

“Hey,” he whispers, “you good?”

Phantom blinks slowly. Their body feels far away. Like they’ve been poured out and not yet gathered back together.

They don’t answer. Just shift slightly, curling toward Rain’s chest, fingers brushing the line of his ribs. He welcomes the touch with a soft hum, pressing a kiss to their brow.

Behind them, Dew murmurs something low and wordless, the shape of his mouth too lazy to form syllables. His hand rests heavy and sure on their hip, anchoring.

For a long moment, no one moves.

Rain’s breath comes deep and even, chest rising against Phantom’s cheek. Dew’s thumb circles idly along their skin. The heat of the room feels heavy with salt and satisfied want.

Phantom floats in it; limp, warm, and adored.

Eventually, Rain shifts. Just enough to nudge Phantom’s nose with his own.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he murmurs again, gentler this time, like he already knows the answer.

Phantom lets out a soft, helpless noise. One of their hands curls in the blanket beneath them. The other stays curled against Rain’s chest, fingers twitching once.

“Yeah,” they manage. “Just... feel full.”

Dew laughs quietly. Not mocking, but fond. “Not yet.”

Phantom whimpers, half a protest, half a plea.

Rain grins. “Not even close.”

Then he leans back, just slightly, and looks over Phantom’s flushed body to catch Dew’s eye. Something passes between them, sharp and hungry.

The mood shifts. The heat doesn’t fade, just changes shape.

Dew’s hand lifts from Phantom’s hip. Rain straightens slowly, propped on one elbow now, looking down at him with a kind of carnal reverence.

And that’s when Phantom sees it: they’re about to be the one watching.

Rain moves first. He leans back with a sigh, dragging a hand through his curls, then down his chest, like even he needs a second to gather himself.

“Stay right there, bug,” he murmurs, glancing down. “Don’t move.”

Phantom wouldn’t dream of it. Their limbs are still limp, fingers curled in the blankets, cheek pressed to the heat Rain left behind. They watch through half-lidded eyes, already hungry again.

Rain turns away, rummaging briefly near the edge of the bed. Then -

“Catch.”

Something arcs through the air - a water bottle, half full and blessedly cold. Dew snatches it with one hand as he’s stretching, then crouches beside Phantom and unscrews the cap.

“Drink,” he says, voice softer now. Still wicked, but gentled with care.

He holds it to their lips until they’ve had a few sips, watching with pleased approval as they swallow, throat bobbing.

“There you go,” Rain murmurs, smiling as he watches. “Rest a minute. You’ll want the energy.”

Phantom exhales shakily and sinks back into the nest. The water cools them just enough to keep from slipping under completely; just enough to sharpen the edges of their pleasure-fogged focus.

Dew rises fully, stretching his arms overhead with a low groan, like a lion waking. The muscles of his stomach ripple as he moves. He catches Rain’s eye.

“You gonna give them a show?” he asks, voice low and amused.

Rain hums. “Thought I’d let you start.” He crawls off the bed and stands, eyes raking over Dew with heat so sharp it’s almost a command.

Dew grins, and obeys.

He peels his shirt off slowly, dramatic and deliberate - he knows they’re both watching. His eyes flick to Phantom, then to Rain, then back again. The fabric slides from his shoulders with lazy grace before he tosses it aside, careless. Unrushed.

He pops the button of his pants and drags the zipper down -

One.

Tooth.

At.

A.

Time.

Rain watches him like he’s starving. Phantom does, too - breath catching at the sharp edge of showmanship, at the way Dew commands a room with nothing but a grin and the slow reveal of skin.

When Dew steps out of them, hips cocked, chest bare, Rain’s stills, mouth parting in something close to awe.

“You always this fucking pretty?” he asks, stepping forward.

“Only when I know what’s coming,” Dew murmurs, tilting his chin.

“Careful,” Rain says, mouth curving. “Keep talking like that and you'll be the one on your back.”

Phantom blinks up at both of them - still flushed, still breathless, but grinning now. Sharp and syrup-sweet.

“Is that a promise?” they ask. “Because I’d really like to watch.”

Rain snorts and reaches out, grabbing Dew by the hip and pulling him in.

The kiss starts slow, but it doesn’t stay that way.

Rain groans, low and desperate, and presses in, licking into Dew’s mouth like he’s parched and found the only source of water. Dew grabs his waist, dragging him flush, bare skin against black denim, mouths crushed together as if they’re trying to devour the want between them.

He thumbs open the button, lowers the zipper, and shucks Rain’s pants past his hips, never breaking the kiss.

Their bodies move in perfect rhythm - familiar, hungry, like they’ve done this a hundred times and still can’t get enough.

Phantom watches, stunned.

One hand drags across their own belly, down to where they’re still pulsing. Where it’s not enough.

Not anymore.

They whimper - soft, needy, aching with want.

Rain hears it, the want-drunk need. Pulls back from Dew just enough to look over, curls wild, lips kiss-bitten and eyes gleaming.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he drawls, voice smooth and tempting. “You want more already?”

Phantom nods, helpless.

Rain grins and steps toward the bed, chest still heaving. “Don’t worry. We’ll fix that.”

Dew follows with the same slow, rolling desire, heat radiating off him like warning.

Phantom’s pulse pounds louder than the music still echoing in the floorboards. Rain stops at the edge of the bed - close enough to feel but not touch. He leans in, lips hovering just above Phantom’s skin.

Phantom whines, breath hitching, hips canting up to try and meet him. “Please, can’t help it. Still want - still need -”

“Oh, we know,” Dew says, reaching out as Rain pulls away, fingers skimming just under the waistband of their pants. “We’re just deciding how we want to give it to you.”

Rain lets his fingers trace down Phantom’s sternum. “You’re still hot here,” he whispers. “You feel it?”

They nod, squirming under the weight of attention.

Dew climbs in beside them, stretching out like a golden flame. One hand props up his head, the other slides down Phantom’s thigh.

“We could make you wait,” he muses, teasing all sugar-sweet. “Let you watch Rain take me apart with that mouth of his. Let you bask in every noise, every moan.”

Rain hums, tongue dragging slow along Phantom’s collarbone. “Or maybe I’ll sit behind you,” he whispers. “Hold you still. Make you watch him slide in - slow.”

Phantom’s hips twitch at the image, breath gone ragged again.

“But not yet,” Rain murmurs, brushing a kiss to the corner of their mouth. “Not until you’re ready.”

“Just lie still, bug,” Dew purrs.

Rain presses his forehead to theirs. “Gonna touch you now, okay? You’ll tell us if you need to stop?”

“Promise,” Phantom sighs.

Dew smiles and nips at their jaw. “You’re gonna melt for us, bug. Gonna make a mess of this nest.”

Phantom arches into their hands - body humming, heart laid bare.

Rain starts slow, achingly slow, kissing down Phantom’s body, mapping the places that make them gasp. He pauses at their waistband, dips his fingers beneath the band, and lifts a brow in silent question.

“Please,” Phantom breathes, reaching blindly - one hand scrabbling for Dew’s fingers, the other touching their chest.

Rain hums and obliges, peeling their pants down with torturous care. He groans when he sees the wet patch darkening their boxers, his fingers trailing down to press against it.

“You’re so soft here,” he whispers. “Warm and wet... can feel you pulsing already.”

Phantom whines, legs twitching as they try to spread, but Dew is still beside them, kneeling with steady hands bracketing their hips.

“Easy, bug,” he murmurs, thumb stroking just below their navel. “We’re not going anywhere.”

Rain slides their boxers off and tosses them aside. When he leans in and licks it's a slow, deliberate drag of tongue along the crease of their hip, maddening in its restraint.

Phantom gasps, hand flying to the sheets, but Rain catches their wrist, gently guiding it up.

“Touch us,” he says, placing their palm at the base of his horn. “Let us know what you like.”

Phantom’s fingers wrap around him; tentative at first, feather-light.

The reaction is instant.

Rain shudders, breath catching, lashes fluttering like he’s windstruck. “That’s it,” he murmurs, voice gone velvet. “Right there, sweetheart.”

Dew hums. “Sensitive, isn’t he?” His tone is low, teasing, but full of fondness. One hand strokes along Phantom’s inner thigh, fingertips dancing just shy of the slick heat between their legs.

“Keep hold of him,” Dew says, brushing his thumb where Rain’s mouth had just been. “He loves being touched there. Gets him all soft in the chest.”

Rain glares at him - no venom, only heat. “Shut up.”

Dew grins. “Make me.”

But neither moves. They’re caught in it now, between tension and tenderness, between breath and promise.

Phantom tightens their grip just slightly.

Rain moans. The sound curls down Phantom’s spine like hot sugar.

“That’s good,” he whispers, dragging his tongue lower, just above their mound. “So good for us. Let us take care of you.”

He exhales, breath ghosting over their cunt without touching, nothing but anticipation.

Phantom whimpers, hips lifting on instinct.

“Easy,” Dew murmurs again. He leans in, kissing their cheek, then their jaw, then lower, sucking slow and sure just beneath their ear. “We’ve got you.”

Rain kisses the crease of their thigh. Once. Again. Then beside the aching slick between their legs.

He lifts one of their thighs to rest on his shoulder, hands bracing them steady.

Then finally - finally - he parts his lips and licks a slow, deliberate stripe through their folds.

Phantom cries out, head thrown back, gripping Rain’s horn like it’s the only thing keeping them tethered to earth. Rain groans in response, sinking deeper, licking again - slower this time, more deliberate.

“Fuck, Rain,” Dew mutters, voice gone rough. “You’re gonna break them.”

Rain glances up, mouth wet, eyes gleaming. “That’s the point.”

Phantom’s thighs tremble.

Dew catches their chin, tilting their face toward his. “Still good, bug?”

They nod, barely. Eyes wide, pupils blown.

“Good.” Dew kisses them hard. “You tell us if it’s too much. Or if you want more.”

Rain hums low and seals his mouth over their clit - slow, savoring, sucking just enough to make Phantom sob into Dew’s mouth.

And still, they haven’t even really begun.

Rain works with aching patience. Every stroke of his tongue pulls another gasp from Phantom, every tender suck making their hips twitch, thighs clenching like they don’t know whether to flee or give in.

Dew shuffles to kneel beside them, one hand spread flat against their chest, just feeling their heart race beneath his palm.

He doesn’t speak at first. Just listens. Watches.

Rain groans, quiet and wrecked, like he’s drunk on the taste.

Dew leans closer, brushing his lips to Phantom’s temple. “You hear that? How he’s moaning for you?”

Phantom nods, dazed.

“Good.” Dew kisses their cheek. “Let him stay buried in that sweet cunt ‘til he sees stars.”

Rain licks again, deeper, and Phantom whines - sharper now, every nerve raw and ready.

Dew trails his hand lower but not to touch where Rain is, not yet. Just cupping their side, stroking lazy circles into sweat-damp skin.

Then Rain groans again, mouth glistening, and pulls back just long enough to breathe. His eyes flutter closed, lashes brushing his flushed cheeks, and Dew can’t help himself.

“I want a taste,” he says softly.

Rain blinks up at him, slow and ruined. He slides his hands beneath Phantom’s thighs, lifting them with a tenderness that belies the heat in his touch.

Dew leans down and kisses Rain over Phantom - tongues brushing, lips meeting at their center like a shared offering. It’s messy and sweet and devastating.

Phantom chokes on a sound, half moan, half prayer, as their back arches, hips caught in the heat between them.

Dew groans into the kiss, one hand moving to part Phantom wider so Rain can lick deeper, slower. When they break apart, Dew drifts to their clit while Rain hums low and circles his tongue in slow spirals, mapping them like holy ground.

It’s too much. Too good. Not enough.

Phantom writhes, mouth parted in a silent cry, hands clutching the sheets like they might be pulled under.

Every time Dew licks across their clit, Rain follows with a gentler pass just below; and then they meet again, mouths brushing through slick heat like they’re sharing communion.

“Please,” Phantom gasps. “Please, I need -”

Rain lifts his head, voice rough. “Need what, sweetheart?”

Dew licks his lips, grinning against their thigh. “You gotta say it.”

“Let me,” Phantom pleads. “Let me suck your cock, Dew. Please, I need it, I want it so bad -”

It’s not just the words. It’s the way they say it. Like prayer. Like truth.

Dew groans like he’s been struck. “Fuck. Rain, did you hear that?”

“Oh, I felt it.” Rain kisses just above their clit, smiling. “You want a turn, buggy? Go ahead. Take it.”

But Phantom doesn’t move yet.

Their chest rises in ragged pulls. Skin gleaming. Eyes wide. Lips parted around a breathless, stunned laugh.

“You... kissed over me.”

Dew grins. “Mmhm. Got a little greedy.”

Rain hums, brushing their hip. “We do that. Especially with things we really want.”

“That’s just the beginning, bug,” Dew adds, voice gone warm and reverent again.

They lie still for a moment, wrapped in breath and body and the scent of arousal, as the haze begins to lift. Fingers unclench. Legs soften.

And that hunger - the one that lives just beneath the overwhelm - flares again.

Rain sees it first, that spark behind Phantom's lashes. He leans in, brushing his nose against their cheek. “You said you wanted to touch us, to taste Dew.”

Phantom nods, steadier now.

Dew props himself up on one elbow, looking thoroughly pleased. “You still want that taste, buggy?”

Phantom turns toward him, determined. “Yes.”

Dew hums, shifting onto his back, arms stretched lazily behind his head. “Then come take it.”

Rain kisses Phantom softly. “We’re all yours.”

Rain shifts behind Phantom, hands gentle but sure as he urges them upright. “Go on, sweetheart,” he murmurs at their ear. “Take him.”

Phantom nods, dizzy with want, but moves with growing confidence. They crawl on all fours across the soft sprawl of blankets until they’re settled between Dew’s spread thighs.

Dew watches them with hooded eyes, arms tucked behind his head like he’s lounging in a sunbeam - but there’s tension in his shoulders, in the sharp breath he draws when Phantom settles in close.

Rain kneels behind them, one hand tracing soothing circles into their lower back.

“He’s sensitive,” Rain whispers. “Start slow. Lick up his shaft - just the tip of your tongue.”

Phantom obeys, tongue darting out for the smallest taste. Dew hisses through his teeth, breath catching sharp and fast.

Rain hums with satisfaction. “That’s it. Good. Just like that.”

His hand slides down, grounding Phantom’s hips as they bend lower, mouth wrapping around Dew with aching care. They’re tentative, still learning, but Rain’s voice is a steady, sinful rhythm in their ear.

“Little more pressure now,” he says, lips brushing their nape. “He likes it right under the head - yeah, there. You’re making him blush.”

Dew groans, hand twitching in the sheets. “You’re such a fuckin’ menace,” he mutters at Rain.

Rain grins, kissing Phantom’s shoulder. “Learned from the best.”

Phantom moans softly around Dew, spurred on by the taste and the helpless sounds unraveling from him. Rain doesn’t stop praising them, his voice curling sweet around every breath.

“That’s our pretty little mess,” he whispers, fingers sweeping over Phantom’s hip as they take Dew deeper. “Look at you, doing so good. Bet he’s gonna shake for you.”

And Dew does; a tremble starting in his thighs, breath catching in his throat.

“Rain - fuck,” he gasps, one hand finding Phantom’s hair. “They’re really - shit, they’re good.”

Rain presses a kiss to the back of Phantom’s neck. “They're also learning from the best.”

Phantom bobs slowly, savoring the way Dew reacts beneath them - the way color blooms across his chest, the tension building in his core.

Rain’s voice curls low again. “You gonna let him come, sweetheart? Or keep him right there, like he did with you?”

Phantom whimpers, cheeks hollowing as they suck harder.

Dew jerks beneath them. “Rain - if they keep -”

Rain laughs softly. “Then let go. Let them take you apart.”

Phantom pulls off just in time.

Dew’s hips buck helplessly, a groan tearing from his throat. “Fuck, bug -”

But Phantom only giggles, licking their lips, eyes bright with mischief. “You taste really good,” they murmur sweetly. “But I want to know how Rain likes it, too.”

They glance over their shoulder, lashes fluttering. Picture-perfect innocent sin. “Will you show me?” they ask Rain, breathless. “Please?”

Rain is already laughing, low and delighted.

Dew flops back into the pillows with a groan. “You’re both lucky you’re cute.”

Rain moves in closer, one hand on Phantom’s hip, the other sliding up Dew’s thigh before he leans down to kiss him.

“You started it,” he murmurs against Dew’s mouth. “Teasing them on the couch like that.”

He pulls back with a smile, smug. “Now you get to watch.”

Dew tips his head back, groaning. “Evil.”

“You love it,” Rain shrugs as he settles into the nest, propped against pillows still warm from Dew’s body. He spreads his legs with easy confidence, watching Phantom approach on their knees, want gleaming behind their eyes.

“You really want to know how I like it?” he asks, voice low, one hand curling under their chin.

Phantom nods, lips parted, eyes wide with a glint of mischief beneath their bashfulness.

Rain brushes a thumb over their bottom lip. “Open, then. Let me show you.”

Phantom obeys. Rain slides two fingers into their mouth, not deep, just enough to feel the slip of their tongue. He groans, hips twitching.

“Good,” he murmurs. “You listen so well.”

Dew shifts beside them, one arm flung over his stomach, watching with hooded eyes and a slow-building flush. “Absolutely evil,” he mutters, voice now tinged with fondness.

Rain grins. “Tell me you wouldn’t trade places.”

Dew mutters something that sounds like fuck off.

Rain chuckles, then guides Phantom down with a steady hand in their hair. “Start slow,” he breathes. “I like the drag of your tongue. A little pressure. Right there - fuck, yes.”

Phantom moans around him, cheeks hollowing on instinct, letting Rain control the pace - his hips rolling gently, fingers tightening in their hair.

“That’s it,” Rain groans. “You look so pretty like this, wrapped around me.”

Dew makes a low, wrecked sound from the side. Phantom shifts, glancing toward him just enough for Rain to notice.

“Don’t worry about him,” Rain murmurs. “He’ll get his turn again. This one’s mine.”

He pushes a little deeper, breath hitching. “Doing so good for me, bug. Wanna see how much you can take.”

Phantom hums around him - already floating, already dripping.

Rain lets them set the rhythm next, guiding with hips and voice. Dew, still flushed and hard, can’t look away.

Phantom is all focus.

Rain’s cock on their tongue, his voice fraying with praise, his hand steady in their hair - nothing else exists. They’re working him deeper now, lashes fluttering. Rain twitches, groaning something low that might be their name.

Phantom moans, emboldened by his unraveling. One hand stretches toward Dew and he catches it immediately, fingers lacing tight.

“You wanna keep me worked up while you suck him off?” Dew grins, letting Phantom tug him closer. “Starving for it, yeah? Got Rain in your throat after having me on your tongue - fuck, you were made to be worshipped like this, weren’t you.”

He kneels beside them again, hand warm on their back. “Use your hand,” he rumbles, guiding it to his cock. “Keep me warm while you make him lose it.”

Phantom obeys - stroking Dew in rhythm with Rain, mouth and hand moving in tandem, surrounded by praise and heat.

Rain trembles, one hand flung back, the other holding Phantom close. “You feel so good,” he breathes.

Dew groans. “Should I let them finish you? Or make you wait like you did to me?”

Rain laughs, breathless, eyes never leaving Phantom’s mouth. “Whatever they want, they get.“

Phantom pulls back, lips glistening, eyes burning. “Please,” they whisper. “I want to make you come.”

Rain’s breath catches. He touches their jaw, thumb brushing their mouth.

“Then take it, sweetheart. It’s yours.”

Phantom takes Rain deeper, strokes Dew with more confidence, fingers slick and sure. Dew groans behind them, forehead pressed to their shoulder, restraint taut.

“Don’t let him come yet,” Dew whispers. “Not until I say.”

Rain moans, spine arching. “Now who’s evil.”

“You also love it,” Dew growls. “And they’re learning. Look at them.”

Phantom sucks harder, mouth working with slow, luxurious devotion, until Rain is gasping, body shaking beneath them.

Dew kisses Phantom’s shoulder. “One more minute, bug. Then I’ll let you take him over the edge.”

Phantom hums and Rain shatters.

He trembles beneath Phantom’s mouth, muscles in his stomach fluttering every time they swallow him a little deeper. Dew watches his water ghoul unravel with a grin that’s all sharp teeth and wicked delight.

“Lucifer, Rain,” he drawls, thumb brushing his own slick tip. “You drop your composure faster than a novitiate. Thought you had oceans of control.”

Rain tries to glare, but it falters into a gasp when Phantom’s tongue flutters beneath his head. “Shut up,” he pants.

Phantom moans around him, sending a shock of sensation through Rain’s core. Dew’s laughter curls hot at Phantom’s ear.

“See?” he purrs, guiding their hand a little tighter around him. “He preaches patience, but put a sweet mouth on him and he melts in thirty seconds. Pitiful, really.”

Rain growls, but it breaks into a whine when they suck harder. Dew’s eyes glitter.

“Easy, tide-pool,” he teases. “Don’t embarrass yourself too soon. Bug still hasn't earned it.”

Phantom flushes, half arousal, half challenge, and pulls back until only the tip rests on their tongue. Rain’s hips chase, a strangled plea slipping free.

“Oh, did you hear that?” Dew coos. “Little plea from the deep. Shameful. You wanna come already, Rainy?”

Rain’s answer is a broken exhale. Phantom glances up through their lashes, a silent question shimmering in their gaze.

“Not yet,” Dew says, stroking their hair back. “Let him stew. Hollow your cheeks - nice and slow. Make him beg properly.”

Phantom obeys, sucking with languid precision, tongue circling the crown. Rain’s hips stutter, composure fraying inch by inch.

“D-Dew -” Rain gasps.

“I said beg,” Dew whispers, lips brushing Phantom’s ear as he leans in. One hand slips under Rain’s jaw, tilting his chin up. “Tell sweet Phantom how badly you want to spill down their throat.”

Rain’s cheeks flush a deep navy. His voice is wrecked.

“Please,” he rasps. “Please - need to come in your mouth. Need to feel you swallow.”

Phantom whimpers around him. Dew hums, sliding two fingers between their thighs and pressing firm circles where they ache most.

“That’s it, bug. He’s earned it - and so have you.”

Phantom sucks deep, hand twisting at the base. Dew’s fingers move in matching rhythm as Rain cries out, hips arching high. He trembles - spine taut, lips parted, breath stuttering like a wave crashing too fast. The wet heat of Phantom’s mouth milks him through every pulse, every flicker of pleasure as it shudders through him, bright and blinding.

Phantom swallows him down until the tremors fade, until Rain collapses back in a haze of afterglow, entirely undone, chest heaving, eyes blown. Dew withdraws his fingers, licking them clean with smug delight.

“Such a pretty blush,” he murmurs.

Rain laughs. He cups Phantom’s flushed cheeks, brushing a pearl of release from their lip.

“Perfect,” he murmurs. “You're fucking perfect.”

Phantom shivers and mewls - part triumph, part longing as Dew’s teasing strokes between their thighs resume, slow and determined.

Rain sprawls in the nest, looking every inch a spoiled prince: hair tousled, lips swollen, chest still rising with the aftershocks of release. He watches as Dew stretches out beside him, one brow raised, amused and unbothered.

“Give me ten minutes,” Rain murmurs, voice honey-sweet and breathless. “I’ll be good to go again. Maybe five, if Phantom keeps making those sounds. Fifteen if you keep running your mouth.”

He tips his head lazily toward Phantom, who’s still kneeling between them, flushed and glistening, rocking against Dew’s lithe fingers.

Rain’s hand slides over Dew’s stomach, resting just above the trail of hair that leads down. “In the meantime…” he hums, propping himself up to brush Phantom’s damp hair from their face, “why don’t we make him beg a little, sweetheart?”

Phantom whimpers, half-dazed, and Rain’s smile softens into something indulgent.

“Go on,” he says gently, guiding their hand back to Dew’s cock. “Stroke him slow. Just like he's giving to you. You’ve already made me fall apart - let’s see if you can make him sweat.”

Dew groans, head tipping back into the pillows with a low exhale. “You're both impossible.”

Rain hums quietly, curling up against Dew’s side like a satisfied cat.

He kisses Dew’s jaw, then Phantom’s shoulder, trailing lazy praise between them while Phantom resumes their touch, slow, devout, guided by Rain’s languid, murmurs.

“Not too fast,” Rain whispers, fingers brushing Phantom’s wrist. “Make him ache for it.”

And oh, Dew does - his muscles go tense, hips lifting into Phantom’s palm, voice breaking on a breathy curse.

Rain smiles, lips brushing Dew’s ear. “Let them take care of you,” he purrs. “We’re only just getting started.”

He kisses the curve of Dew’s jaw, then lower, just beneath his ear. “Still so tense,” he murmurs, teeth grazing skin before he soothes it with his tongue. “Poor thing.”

Dew huffs, breath caught somewhere between a moan and a laugh. “You’re the one who just got wrecked.”

“Mmn,” Rain hums, unbothered. “And yet, I'm still multitasking.”

His fingers drift down Phantom’s arm, cool and guiding, until they find their wrist again, giving them just enough pressure to keep the rhythm steady.

“Don’t speed up,” he says softly. “Drag your palm up his shaft, then twist, just a little, at the top.”

Phantom does, their breath hitching at the way Dew shudders beneath them.

Rain watches, predatory and pleased, then kisses down Dew’s chest, slow, open-mouthed, worshipful.

Dew groans, one arm over his eyes, the other fisting the blankets. “You’re both fuckin’ devils.”

“Maybe,” Rain says, nipping at the hollow just beneath his ribs, “but we’re yours.”

He dips lower, cheek resting on Dew’s hip, lips brushing warm skin.

“Maybe we’ll keep him like this,” he murmurs to Phantom, tucking their hair behind one ear. “All aching and desperate. Let you decide when he gets to come.”

Dew groans again, hips twitching. “You’re the worst.”

Rain grins. “Ten minutes, I said. I never said I’d stay out of the way.”

His tongue flicks just beside where Phantom’s hand strokes, breath cool on flushed skin. Dew growls low.

“Sweetheart,” Rain murmurs, velvet and vice, “tell me - do you want him to finish here?”

Phantom's rhythm falters as they blink up at Rain.

His eyes gleam. “Or would you rather feel him spill inside?”

Dew jerks like a string’s been pulled, a raw sound escaping him.

Rain kisses the salt-soaked skin at Dew’s hip. “You get to choose,” he murmurs. “He’s yours now, too.”

Phantom’s hand stills completely. Their breath catches as Rain’s words coil around something low and deep at the base of their spine.

They look up - flushed, wide-eyed, lips parted like the words might fall out on instinct alone.

Rain stills beside Dew, reaching to touch Phantom’s chin with his thumb. “What do you want, sweetheart?”

Phantom shakes.

“Want both of you,” they whisper

Rain’s brows twitch. “You already have both of us.”

Phantom leans in, palms splayed against Dew’s thighs, pupils blown wide - pleading.

“No,” they say softly. “Inside. Please. I want you both…at the same time.”

Their words hang in the air like a spell, soft and shivering.

Rain doesn’t speak at first. Just watches them, eyes stunned open with something tender and wild. His thumb stays pressed to their chin, holding, like if he lets go the moment might vanish.

Dew shifts below them, breath catching. His eyes are blown-black, skin flushed deep. He doesn’t speak either, just breathes, slow and shallow, like he’s learning how for the first time.

For a heartbeat - two - no one moves.

Rain exhales, like he’s steadying something inside himself. He leans forward, resting his forehead gently against Phantom’s. “Both,” he repeats. “You want everything, all at once.”

Phantom nods, throat clicking as they swallow.

Rain’s lips brush their cheek. “Then we’ll give it to you,” he says. “Every fucking drop.”

Dew makes a quiet sound, part groan, part need, part something softer he’s in no position to name right now.

Rain turns toward him. “You ready?”

Dew nods once, sharp. “Been ready.”

Phantom trembles, reaching for them both. “Need to feel you. All of you. Please. I can take it.”

Rain sits back on his heels slowly, eyes never leaving theirs. “You’ll tell us if you need to stop?”

“I promise.”

Dew’s already moving, his touch firm, trailing down the line of their spine to the slick heat between their thighs. He groans softly, thumb brushing their hip.

“We’ll make sure you feel every second of it.”

Rain cups Phantom’s jaw, tilts their face up, and kisses them - slow and deep - as Dew spreads them open from behind, one slick finger returning to the heat he just left. Phantom moans into Rain’s mouth, breath hitching.

Rain breaks the kiss to breathe, licking his lips, then reaches between Phantom’s thighs. His fingers gather what spills from their body, and he brings it to Dew’s mouth like a sacred offering.

Dew meets his gaze, dark and starving, and opens without hesitation. Rain presses two fingers past his lips, slow. Dew sucks them clean.

The kiss that follows is filthy - wet and open-mouthed, full of Phantom’s taste, tongues sliding together as Dew fists his cock and trails his other hand along Phantom’s spine. Phantom watches, half-delirious, chest rising fast.

Rain shuffles even closer, his cool thumb brushing the side of Phantom’s throat. “You’re sure?” he whispers, softer than anything has a right to be at a time like this.

Phantom nods, never more sure of anything. “Please. I want to be yours - I want to be Dew’s.”

That’s all it takes.

Rain kisses them again, warm and endless. The kind of kiss that says thank you. That says we heard you. That says we’ll take everything you offer and never once treat it like anything less than sacred.

Dew moves in behind them, wrapping around the two of them like heat made flesh. His mouth presses to the curve of Phantom’s shoulder, then to Rain’s temple. “Gonna take our time with you,” he murmurs.

Phantom’s chest shudders between both of them - between breath and pulse and the drag of lips against skin.

Rain leans back just enough to trace their jaw, their neck, their throat with kisses - each one slow and deliberate. “We’ll open you up nice and slow,” he says. “Stretch you sweet. So full of us you won’t know where to put all the want.”

Dew’s hand drops lower, coaxing Phantom’s thighs apart. “Let us in, bug,” he says, voice curling like smoke beneath their skin. “Let us show you what it really means to be worshiped.”

Phantom gasps as his fingers brush their slick heat and travel further back before being pulled away, teasing.

Rain watches their face, drinking in every shift of breath, every ripple of tension and trust.

Phantom moans, one hand clutching Rain’s shoulder, the other reaching back for Dew’s arm like a lifeline.

“Please.”

Dew chuckles softly, pressing another kiss to their nape. “Look at you, already shaking.”

Rain hums. “We’ll start with our fingers, yeah?”

Phantom nods, wordless with need.

Rain kisses the corner of their mouth. “Just breathe for us.”

Rain settles between Phantom’s legs as Dew cradles their back, helping them recline. Their bodies move in tandem - practiced, patient. His fingers are first. Two pressed together, slick and slow, circling where Phantom still flutters with want. He watches their face as he slides one inside, testing, curling just slightly.

“So soft,” he murmurs. “So warm. You’re perfect.”

Phantom moans, hips twitching - just as Dew’s hand joins his. He sinks a warm finger next to Rain's before dragging it back between their cheeks, circling their rim intently.

Phantom gasps. “Oh - fuck -”

“We’ve got you,” Dew growls, lips brushing their shoulder. “You can have both.”

Rain strokes slow circles on Phantom’s inner thigh, gaze lifting with gentle command. “You’re opening up so well for us. Look how good you take us.”

Rain pauses to let Dew work himself in, thin finger gently breaching the tight ring of muscle. Phantom sighs with it, relaxing, and lets themself be filled.

Their fingers work in a rhythm - one pressing deeper while the other pulls back, a slow stretch and curl that leaves Phantom panting. Rain curls his fingers just right, and Dew follows with a firm press, stroking higher.

“Right there,” Rain says softly. “That feel good, sweetheart?”

Phantom moans, wordless, back arching.

Dew kisses their neck. “So good for us. Bet you’ll be dripping by the time we’re done.”

Rain grins against their thigh. “They already are.”

Phantom whimpers, caught between soft and sharp, each stroke sending sparks up their spine.

“You want us to keep going?” Rain asks.

“Please,” they whisper. “Don’t stop.”

Rain slips in a second finger, slow and deliberate, letting the stretch bloom. Dew’s hand never leaves their side, rubbing steady circles into their hip, anchoring. But his voice? Still all menace wrapped in sugar.

“You feel that?” Dew whispers, pressing his mouth against Phantom’s temple. “Just a few fingers and you’re already clenching like you’ll never let go.”

Rain groans low, pressing kisses to Phantom’s thigh between every movement. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Squeezing so tight. Like you’re trying to keep us in.”

Their fingers begin to move in sync - scissoring slightly with every pass. The pressure builds slow, unbearable.

Drag. Curl. Stretch.

Rain finds the spot that makes Phantom jolt, and Dew grins as they gasp.

“Fuck,” Dew says. “We touch that little spot and you clench around us like you’re scared we’ll stop.”

“We won’t,” Rain adds, his voice soft as sin. “Not until you’re begging. Not until you’re crying for it.”

Phantom moans and their legs fall open wider.

Rain groans. “Look at you. Taking us so well. You want a third, bug?”

They nod frantically, fists twisting in the sheets.

Dew chuckles, low and dangerous. “Say it.”

“P-please,” Phantom stammers, barely able to form the word. “Need it - need you - both of you - inside -”

Rain hums, licking a slow stripe up their thigh. “Good boy.”

Together, they each slide in a third finger - carefully, gradually. Phantom cries out, body arching, caught in the stretch and the praise and the steady burn of being so beautifully full.

Rain presses his forehead to Phantom’s hip, his breath shaky. “Almost there, sweetheart. Almost ready.”

Dew licks the corner of their jaw, soft and starving. “You want it now, don’t you? Want to be filled, split open, fucked so slow you forget where you end and we begin?”

Phantom whimpers, nodding, eyes squeezed shut.

Rain’s voice is barely more than a whisper. “Say the word.”

Phantom’s breath catches, their voice a rasp. “Don’t - don’t make me beg -”

But they’re already breaking on the edges of it, fingers trembling where they clutch at Rain’s arms, eyes flicking back toward Dew like they can’t bear the weight of choosing.

“I want both of you,” they whisper, wrecked and sweet. “Please - Dew, Rain - please, I need you. I need both.”

Their hips roll helplessly. “I can’t - can’t wait anymore -”

Rain withdraws with aching slowness, fingers sliding free, glistening. Phantom shudders, a broken sound falling from their lips as they collapse gently back into Dew’s chest.

Rain lies back into the nest, arms open in welcome, curls fanning the pillow like a halo. He’s flushed and gorgeous, chest rising slowly as he watches Phantom shift in Dew’s lap with shaking limbs and wide, hungry eyes.

“Come here,” he breathes. “Sit on me, sweetheart. Come take what you need.”

Phantom lets out a sound - half disbelief, half need - as Dew lifts them carefully, guiding their body to straddle Rain. Their knees sink into the nest of blankets, trembling with anticipation. For a moment they hover, breath shallow, cradled by the heat and weight of two steady pairs of hands.

Rain is already waiting, flushed and aching. He looks up at them with gentle, devastating hunger. “I want you like this,” he rumbles. “Want to see your face when you take both of us.”

Dew grins against the back of their neck. “Sure you can take it, little bug?”

Phantom nods, reaching instinctively. “I need to.”

Rain groans at the sound of it - wrecked and soft, and wanting. He steadies himself beneath them, the tip of his cock slick and ready as Dew keeps them parted, keeps them upright.

“Go slow,” Rain says, voice low and reverent. “Use me. I’m yours.”

Phantom lowers themselves - inch by inch - the slide agonizing.

Rain’s head tips back, breath catching. “Oh, fuck.”

Phantom cries out, caught in the stretch - and they’re only halfway down.

“F-fuck,” they gasp. “You’re... big -”

“You’re taking me so well,” Rain says, eyes locked on the place their bodies meet. “So fucking perfect, bug.”

They sink the rest of the way with a warbling moan, hips flush, muscles quivering from the fullness. Rain’s hands grip their waist, steadying.

Behind them, Dew watches like a man starved.

“Look at you,” he growls, stroking a hand down his own chest. “Straddling him like you were made for it.”

Phantom shudders, bracing their hands on Rain’s ribs.

Rain looks up at them, awe wide in his eyes. “Take your time,” he murmurs. “Move when you’re ready.”

And Phantom does - slow at first, hips rolling to find the rhythm, the drag, the give. Their breath stutters, voice catching in the back of their throat with every slide.

Rain groans beneath them, hands still steady on their hips. “Just like that,” he murmurs. “Just like that.”

Dew leans in behind them, one hand trailing up their spine, fingers brushing sweat-damp skin.

“Ready for more?” he purrs.

Phantom moans, already nodding. “So ready.”

Dew shifts behind Phantom, slow and deliberate. He doesn’t reach for them right away - just lets his hands coast along their hips, their waist, their thighs, like he’s memorizing them by touch alone.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs, voice rough as his palms smooth over the backs of their thighs. “Opened up so pretty for me.”

Phantom whines, hips searching.

But Dew takes his time. He wraps a hand around himself, stroking slow as he watches them squirm. “Feel that, bug?” he says, pressing the weight of his cock lightly against them. “That’s for you. All of it.”

Phantom gasps, rolling back again, hungry for more.

Rain chuckles beneath them, lips brushing the edge of Phantom’s ear. “Needy.” His hands cradle their waist, keeping them steady while Dew reaches between their cheeks - slick fingers returning to the stretch he’s been building.

“Gonna open you just a little more,” Dew murmurs. “Then I’m going to fill you so good.”

Rain lifts his head, mouth finding Phantom’s chest in a trail of kisses, cool and tender. Phantom moans - trapped between fire and ice, between fullness and the ache for more.

They rock in Rain’s lap, moans breaking with every breath, hips stuttering as sensation builds. Rain holds them close, his hands steady, voice soft with praise. Their mouths find each other - wet and eager, lips parted, Phantom’s whimpers swallowed into Rain’s breathless rhythm.

“You’re doing so good,” he murmurs against their mouth.

Phantom whines, body bowing - Rain pressing into places that make their toes curl, their spine arch, their voice catch in their throat.

And then -

Dew lowers himself behind them, spreading them wider, his breath ghosting over the place where Phantom wraps around Rain.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Just look at you.”

His tongue flicks out, lapping at the slick where Rain and Phantom are joined. Phantom shudders, muscles going tight.

Rain groans into their mouth, hips jolting. “Dew -”

“Let me taste,” Dew growls. “Let me worship you both.”

He licks a long, slow line up the crease of Phantom’s entrance, collecting the wetness already spilling around Rain’s cock. His tongue travels, soft, sure pressure against their rim, and Phantom’s breath catches - head tipping back, mouth open in a silent gasp.

Rain kisses their neck, whispering through gritted teeth, “You’re shaking for us. You feel everything, don’t you?”

Phantom nods, wordless.

Dew eases two fingers back in, slick and practiced, pressing against the muscle he’s been coaxing open all night. Phantom clenches around Rain with a strangled moan, and Rain groans low in response.

“So tight,” Dew murmurs. “So sweet.”

“I’ve been patient,” Phantom whispers, voice shaking. “Want you. Please.”

Dew groans, the sound of it raw. “You hear that, Rain? Begging for it.”

Rain hums, fingers brushing down Phantom’s spine. “Then give them what they want.”

“Just a little more,” Dew rumbles, and Phantom sobs out a moan.

Rain holds them through it, arms wrapped around their waist, anchoring them while Dew works slowly, lovingly behind them. He adds a third finger now, gently, stretching them further, then licks again, right where Rain disappears inside them, mouth hot and endless.

Phantom sobs into Rain’s shoulder when Dew finally withdraws, trembling around the absence, muscles fluttering.

Rain’s hands stroke down their sides, grounding. “You’re almost there,” he whispers. “Just a little longer, sweetheart.”

“Wanna feel every inch,” Dew murmurs, voice rough with restraint. “Let me take my time.”

Phantom whimpers, fingers curling tight against Rain’s chest.

Dew lines himself up, finally - his tip brushing against their rim, just barely catching. He exhales hard through his nose, one hand braced on their hip, the other steadying at the small of their back.

“Tell me no,” he says, quiet as prayer.

Phantom doesn’t hesitate. “Please.”

Dew presses forward - not enough to breach, just enough to tease, to let them feel the heat and weight of him.

Rain cups Phantom’s face in both hands, tilting their gaze toward him. “We’ve got you.”

He shifts beneath them, guiding their hips just slightly upward. Phantom whines at the loss of depth, but Rain’s kiss to their temple is grounding. “Just a moment,” he soothes. “Just long enough to let him in.”

Phantom nods, biting their lip.

Slowly, steadily, Dew begins to push.

Phantom exhales with a long whine as he enters, inch by careful inch. Rain watches every flicker of emotion across their face, brushing his thumbs over their cheekbones to anchor them.

“That’s it,” Dew groans, deep and low. “So good for me.”

Phantom’s mouth falls open around a breathless sound - too full for words, the stretch threading through them like fire. It’s slow and searing, a blooming ache edged in pleasure.

“Just breathe through it,” Rain says gently. “You’re okay.”

Phantom nods, eyes fluttering closed. Dew keeps going, patient and deliberate, his hand never leaving their back, tracing slow circles as he sinks deeper.

“Feel that?” Dew’s voice cracks slightly. “That’s how much I want you.”

They do feel it. Every inch. Every slow, deliberate push that opens them further, takes them deeper.

Rain leans in, whispering against their lips. “So full already. And he’s not even all the way in.”

Phantom sobs, caught in the storm of their voices, their hands, the unbearable, exquisite fullness stretching them to the edge.

Dew groans when he bottoms out - hips flush to the backs of Phantom’s thighs, his grip bruising on their hips for a moment before he eases up, smoothing over their skin like worship.

“Fucking hell,” he breathes. “You did it.”

Rain kisses Phantom’s temple, then their mouth, slow and sure. “You’re perfect. You’re ours.”

Phantom gasps into the kiss, trembling, overwhelmed by fullness and touch and the endless coil of voices wrapping around them like heat.

“I can’t - I -”

“You can,” Rain whispers, lips brushing their cheek. “You’re already doing it.”

Dew leans forward, chest flush to their back, voice rough and reverent at their ear. “You feel like sin made flesh,” he growls. “Like you were made just for this.”

Phantom whines, thighs quaking where they straddle Rain’s hips, one hand scrambling for something to hold. Rain catches it, fingers lacing tight.

Together.

Rain inside, deep and cool, grounding.

Dew behind, hot and insistent, throbbing where he fills the rest of them.

Phantom breathes once - twice -

And begins to move.

The shift is small, tentative. It drags Rain deeper, makes Dew roll tighter behind them, and Phantom’s whole body pulses with it. Every motion presses them full, leaves them quaking, carved open and made holy.

Rain groans beneath them, his grip steady on their hips. “Good boy. Just like that. You’re doing so well.”

Dew mirrors the motion, drawing back only slightly before sliding home again - slow, controlled, every inch deliberate.

Phantom gasps, vision swimming. They’re stretched to the limit, every nerve lit with sensation, body taut and yet still wanting more.

“That’s it, bug,” Dew rasps, thrusting deeper. “Let us hollow you out and fill you with everything Hell ever promised.”

Rain’s fingers spread wider, holding Phantom steady as they start to move in earnest. Their hips rock forward onto him, then back against Dew - caught in the steady, devastating give-and-take of their bodies, of their devotion.

The rhythm builds - slow and sinuous. Phantom whimpers with every thrust, each pass of pressure and friction threading deeper and together they create a kind of madness that feels like prayer.

Dew leans forward, teeth catching Phantom’s earlobe. “You’re so fucking tight,” he growls. “Clenching around both of us like you need it.”

Phantom sobs, their whole body shaking.

“I do,” they gasp. “I do - please, don’t stop - please -”

Rain lifts his head and kisses them hard, swallowing every cry.

They fall into it then - the rhythm, the weight, the heat. Rain and Dew move in tandem, bodies perfectly aligned, fucking Phantom slow and deep, chasing every sound they make, every tremble they draw.

Phantom’s mind begins to fray at the edges. Each thrust is a wave crashing against fragile shorelines, each drag of Rain’s cock inside them grounding and cool, while Dew behind is heat and flame and pressure that won’t relent. Their body is overstretched, overstimulated, slick and shaking, flushed from neck to thighs.

They can feel everything. The pulse of Rain’s heartbeat against their chest. Dew’s low growl, vibrating straight down their spine. The tight, shivery clutch of their own muscles around two cocks that split them open and keep them full.

Their breath hiccups.

Their thighs quake.

“Let go, Phantom,” Dew growls, his voice rough at the edges. “Come for us.”

“Show us how good it feels,” Rain whispers, fingers gentle as they stroke along their ribs. “Let us see the mess we’ve made of you.”

Phantom breaks.

With a choked cry and a full-body shiver, they fall apart - vision whiting out, mouth open in a soundless moan. Their body clenches tight, fluttering around both of them as they come hard, slick pouring, hips stuttering, heat flooding their belly. They feel like they’re glowing from the inside out - torn open, made holy.

Rain follows with a shudder, his breath breaking against Phantom’s skin, groaning as he spills into them. Dew isn’t far behind, clutching Phantom’s hips in a bruising grip as he thrusts one last time and comes with a guttural curse, hips jerking, cock pulsing deep inside.

For a long moment, there’s nothing but the sound of three uneven breaths.

Sweat-damp skin.

Tangled limbs.

The soft aftershock of something sacred.

Phantom sags against Rain’s chest, boneless, held in place by the strength of Rain’s arms and the weight of Dew’s body at their back. Every inch of them aches in the sweetest way - stretched and claimed, kissed open and filled completely. And still, neither of them lets go.

Rain’s fingers trace slow, cooling lines down their sides, following the path of sweat and soft magic. His lips ghost across their temple, barely a whisper of contact.

“You did so well,” he murmurs.

Behind them, Dew huffs a slow breath against their neck. He hasn’t moved. Still buried deep. “We might’ve overdone it,” he mutters, but his voice is low, warm - his hand still soothing where it strokes their hip.

Phantom hums, a wrecked, dreamy little sound. “Don’t move. Please.”

Rain tightens his hold. “We’re not going anywhere.”

Phantom can feel everything. Rain’s softening length still sheathed inside. Dew, molten and solid behind them, their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. Phantom’s own legs shake faintly, the aftermath settling in, but they don’t want to move. Not when Rain’s breath cools the sweat at their collarbone. Not when Dew’s arms are still braced around their waist like the world might shatter if he lets go.

“Stay,” they breathe, barely audible. “Just for a little longer.”

So they stay.

The world can wait, just a while longer.

It could be minutes or hours for all they know, but Rain presses a final kiss to Phantom’s forehead, then shifts beneath them, murmuring: “Stay with Dew. I’ll go run a bath.”

Phantom makes a soft, protesting sound, but Rain hushes them gently. “Just a few minutes. I promise.”

Then he’s gone - padding into the bathroom, the cool air slipping in where his body had been. A soft hum trails behind him, drifting back like a lullaby.

Which leaves Dew.

Still inside. Hardening again.

Phantom stirs, but Dew’s arm wraps around their waist, pulling them back tight to his chest. “Don’t even think about moving, buggy.”

Phantom shivers. “You said you’d let me rest.”

“I said nothing of the sort,” Dew murmurs, his voice all smoke and smile. “Rain did. I haven’t had my fill.”

He shifts them gently, guiding them down onto the nest. His cock slips free, followed by a warm, slow spill of Rain’s release.

It begins to drip down their thigh.

Dew grins.

“Well,” he purrs, licking his lips, “can’t waste anything Rainy gives us, now can we?”

Phantom whimpers, weak and trembling, but their body is already arching for more.

Dew kneels between their legs, spreading them wide. And then -

His tongue is on them.

Hot. Greedy. Worshipful.

He licks slowly at the mess between their thighs, chasing every drop with a reverence that borders on possessive. His hands are firm on their hips, keeping them open, keeping them his. He doesn’t tease. Doesn’t press. Just drinks from them like Rain’s taste is sacrament.

Phantom sobs a breath - already overstimulated, their nerves frayed and glowing. The contrast makes their head spin. Rain’s gentleness is still ghosting their skin, but Dew’s mouth? Pure fire.

“Dew, please -”

“Mmm,” he hums into them, unhurried. “I’ll be quick. Want him to see what we made together - your cunt slick with him, blessed by my tongue.”

His tongue flicks along their folds, lapping up the spend that still clings there. Phantom shudders, thighs twitching. There’s no pressure this time. No push. Just heat, and care, and the slow claiming of someone who won’t be rushed.

Dew licks deeper - slow and pious, chasing Rain’s taste with single-minded devotion. His tongue traces tender, molten lines between their folds, over their entrance, and Phantom sobs, their body still trembling from the aftermath.

It’s still too much. It’s still not enough.

Their thighs twitch, hips lifting without thought, and Dew hums low in response. He flattens his tongue and drags upward in one slow, claiming stroke.

Phantom shudders. Their moan is soft this time, more ache than cry, as the pleasure starts to bloom again, slow and unstoppable. It crests not like a wave, but like a tide: gentle, inevitable, everywhere.

They climax with a gasp, small and shivering, body pulsing around nothing, heat and touch still lingering in every nerve.

Dew doesn’t stop - he licks them through it, soft and careful, guiding them down from that final high with the same patience he showed while filling them.

Only when their legs twitch, when they tug on his horn with a groan, does he finally pull back. His lips are glistening, his smile slow and full of awe.

“There,” he whispers, stretching up to press a kiss to their cheek. “Now you’re ready for your bath.”

Rain returns not long after, pausing in the doorway at the sight of Phantom sprawled out, flushed and gasping, with Dew nuzzled smugly into their neck.

He raises a brow. “I was gone for five minutes.”

Dew licks the corner of his mouth. “Your fault. You made them taste too good.”

Rain sighs, fond and long-suffering.

He crosses the room with that slow, grounded grace, damp curls clinging to his temples from the steam rising off the bath. He takes in the scene without speaking - Phantom, glowing and boneless, glistening with sweat and affection; Dew, still half-hard and entirely too pleased with himself.

“You just couldn’t wait, could you?” Rain murmurs as he crouches beside them. One hand strokes Phantom’s hair back from their face, and then he tilts his chin gently toward Dew. “Took it upon yourself to get one last taste.”

Dew doesn’t even bother pretending to be sorry. He licks his teeth, eyes glittering as he shifts just enough for Rain to notice the problem he’s left himself with.

“You were gone,” Dew says, all fake innocence. “They were leaking. I was helping.”

Rain snorts, but the flush that creeps up his throat betrays him. His gaze flicks to Dew’s cock, still twitching faintly, and back up to his face. “Mhm. I see.”

He leans in close and presses a kiss to Phantom’s forehead, slow and steady. Then, lips brushing their ear, he murmurs gently:

“You rest now, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”

And then, with that same quiet control, Rain turns to Dew.

“And you,” he says, brushing a single finger along the curve of Dew’s cock - just once, just enough to make him twitch - “are going to behave while I bathe them.”

Dew sucks in a sharp breath, body tight with restraint.

Rain’s smile is infuriatingly soft. “And when our sweet bug is clean and asleep - then, my little firestarter, I’ll take care of you.”

Dew lets out a laugh, cock straining against the threat of patience. “That a promise?”

Rain leans in, pressing a kiss just above his collarbone, teeth dragging the faintest bit.

“No,” he whispers. “That’s a threat.”

Phantom giggles against Rain’s chest as he gathers them in strong arms, wrapping them close. They melt into his hold, limp with exhaustion, still glowing from the aftershocks.

Dew collapses back onto the nest, one arm thrown dramatically over his eyes. “Fuck, I love you both.”

Rain pauses at the doorway, Phantom tucked warm and safe against him. His eyes glint with mischief and devotion in equal measure.

“We know,” he says, all smug affection. “Now behave.”

-

The bathroom is filled with steam and soft golden light, the wide tub nearly overflowing with warm water and the scent of lavender and bergamot. Rain lowers Phantom into it carefully, cradling them close until they’re half-submerged, limbs loose and pliant in the heat.

Phantom sighs, a long, broken exhale that melts into the water like a blessing. Their head lolls back against Rain’s chest as he slips in behind them, gathering their body close, their thighs draped over his.

“Better?” Rain whispers, cupping warm water over their chest and watching it bead and roll down the flushed lines of their skin.

“Mmm,” Phantom hums, sinking further.

Rain kisses their shoulder, one hand gently running a cloth along their stomach, wiping away the last remnants of sweat and slick with the same care he might use for a priceless glass artifact.

“You did so well tonight,” he murmurs. “So brave. So good.”

Phantom doesn’t answer - but their smile, sleepy and soft, is enough.

A moment of stillness settles. Rain shifts, adjusting Phantom in his arms. Then he closes his eyes - and sends.

The bond pulses like a ripple in still water: an invitation, warm and wordless, brushing the edge of Dew’s mind.

If you’d like to join us…

The door creaks open a breath later.

“Miss me already?” Dew asks, voice cocky but low. There’s no bite to it - just fondness wrapped in swagger.

Rain doesn’t look up. “Of course not. I’m just keeping an eye on the wild creature who can’t be left alone for five minutes without licking something he shouldn’t.”

Phantom laughs, still tucked against his chest.

Dew snorts, hips swaying slightly as he slides into the tub with the lazy grace of someone who delights in being watched.

The water shifts with his weight, heat curling around all three of them. He settles across from them, knees brushing Rain’s under the surface, then reaches for Phantom’s foot, drawing it gently into his lap to rub slow circles along their arch.

“You missed me,” Dew says, gaze soft now, completely ruined by the sight of the two of them together. “Just admit it.”

Rain raises a brow. “We were apart for three minutes.”

“Three long minutes.”

Rain smirks. “Mm. Better this way anyway. Now I can keep an eye on you.”

Dew grins, sharp and full of mischief. “Only one? You’ll need both. I’m slippery when wet.”

Phantom huffs and presses their foot more firmly into Dew’s palm.

Rain kisses behind their ear and murmurs, “Lucky for me, I’ve got very good hands.”

And there, in the warmth of the water, the scent of their skin, and the gentle hush of shared laughter, they settle. All three of them. Tired. Loved. Together.

Eventually, however, the water begins to cool.

Rain hums low and Phantom stirs sleepily in his arms. Dew’s fingers slow their massage of Phantom’s calf, his other hand drawing lazy circles through the bathwater.

“We should get them dry,” Rain says softly, brushing his lips against Phantom’s temple. “Then to bed.”

Dew groans. “Can’t we just stay here forever?”

Rain tilts his head, kisses Phantom again, then glances at Dew over their shoulder. “I thought you wanted something.”

Dew perks up immediately. “Right. Yes. Carry on.”

Rain stands first, lifting Phantom with care as water sheets down their bodies in soft ribbons. Dew follows, grabbing towels with far more enthusiasm than necessary, helping Rain wrap Phantom in soft cotton before toweling his own hair with a huff.

By the time they reach the bed, Phantom is already half-asleep, nestled between the two of them like a fallen star.

Rain settles on one side, fingers combing gently through Phantom’s damp hair. Dew curls in behind them, nuzzling into the crook of Rain’s neck, one arm slung over both of them like a shield.

The silence stretches - heavy with comfort. The room glows dimly with the flicker of a distant candle.

“So,” Dew whispers, voice low and playful against Rain’s skin, “were you serious about that promise?”

Rain smiles without opening his eyes. “Which one?”

“The one about taking care of me.”

Phantom shifts faintly, a sleepy sound caught in their throat.

Rain’s hand stills in their hair. His voice dips, dangerous.

“Oh, I always keep my promises.”

Rain’s breath stirs the hair at Dew’s nape as he turns and leans in - cool and close. “You really want me to start something now?” he whispers.

Dew shivers. “You wouldn’t dare.”

A pause.

A slow exhale.

Then Rain’s lips ghost over that sensitive spot just behind Dew’s ear, and Dew yelps - a strangled little noise that’s instantly muffled by Rain’s hand clapping over his mouth.

Across the bed, Phantom shifts faintly, their voice barely more than breath, slurred with sleep and full of affection:

“…If you’re gonna start something, at least wait ‘til I’m unconscious.”

Rain chuckles against Dew’s shoulder.

Dew huffs beneath his palm, flustered and glowing.

The candle flickers once.

Rain notices the tremor first. Not a quake, but a flutter. The kind that lives in the fingertips and just behind the eyes. He’s halfway across the room helping Mountain double-check his vest, but his attention has already drifted.

‘They’re nervous.’

Dew catches the thought before it even fully ripples down the bond. He doesn’t answer with words, just shifts closer. Unsubtle. The way Dew does everything. He was tuning the high E on his white guitar, but now? Clearly just keeping watch.

Phantom exhales. Adjusts the lacing on the back of the helmet. Doesn’t meet anyone’s eyes.

Rain drifts over. 

“Hey,” he says gently, crouching so he isn’t towering. “Want help with the laces on the pants?”

Phantom blinks. Then gives the faintest nod.

They shift forward slightly, allowing Rain a clear view of the corseted lacing that wraps low across their tailbone—the final adjustment point on the ritual trousers. Rain doesn't comment on the way the fabric dips, or how the laces pull everything just a little tighter when Phantom breathes.

He just helps silently, fingers quick and careful, tugging each loop into place. Cinched. Tied. Aligned.

“You’re going to be brilliant,” he murmurs, still crouched.

Dew is suddenly at Phantom’s other side, mock-scowling at a tangle of cords. “And loud,” he mutters. “I swear, if Cirrus doesn’t start labeling her cables I’m gonna rewire her synth with chewing gum.”

He flicks Phantom’s knee with the tip of his tail before glamouring it away. Casual. Teasing.

Phantom startles. Then lets out a faint snort. A real sound.

"See?" Dew says, cutting his eyes to Rain. "Cracked the nerves. You’re welcome."

Rain smiles, but his gaze never leaves Phantom. They’re still holding the mask.

“You ready?” he asks quietly.

Phantom looks down at the thing, blackened and gleaming, lenses blank as moons. Their own horns, small and sharp and glittering in the light, mirror the ones on the helmet.

Slowly, they pull the balaclava up over their mouth, lower the helmet into place, and let their horns fade beneath a soft shimmer of glamour.

As soon as it seals into place, everything changes.

Their spine straightens. Their breath expands. Their stillness turns electric.

A ghost no longer. 

Rain blinks once. Dew tilts his head.

‘…That’s not the same ghoul,’ Dew mutters down the bond, sending a pulse of heat through it. 

A crackle of energy signals the five-minute call. Lights buzz overhead. The floor rumbles faintly beneath everyone's boots, the crowd’s heartbeat already rising as they all take their places behind the curtain. 

Phantom stands on their mark. 

Rolls their neck once.

Then stretches - arms reaching high overhead, back arching in a slow, deliberate flex. Every strap pulls taut across their chest; seams tighten along their spine. Their hips tilt just enough to make Rain’s grip on his bass tighten.

‘Are you seeing this?’ Dew growls along their pack link. 

‘I’m seeing a lot of things,’ Rain answers. ‘And I’m wondering how we let them get away with hiding all of it.’

‘Fuck me,’ Dew sends, teeth clenched. ‘Did you know they could bend like that?’

Rain doesn’t answer. He’s still watching.

Phantom hasn’t said a word.

But as the others settle on their marks - tuning, stretching, shaking out the nerves in their hands - Phantom turns. The helmet gleams in the overhead light.

They give a tiny, precise nod. 

Dew hits the first note.

And the curtain drops with a blaze of white.

The crowd roars low and guttural, a living thing. Lights pulse. Smoke curls up from the stage floor like breath, thick and sweet with holy resins. Rain feels the collective hum in his bones. Every ritual has that charge, but this one is different.

New blood always brings a ripple. A shift. But Phantom… 

Phantom is lightning waiting to arc.

They stand center-left, guitar in hand, body coiled like something made for motion. Rain isn’t sure what he expected. He’s seen Phantom in rehearsals; careful, shy, always keeping one foot half-tucked behind the other. Always making space.

But this?

The first notes hit, and Phantom moves like the song is a skeleton they’ve been waiting to wear.

Every downstroke rolls through them, fluid and deliberate, hips following. Their spine bends like it was built to curve. They step forward, then drop into a crouch during the bridge and stay there, one leg stretched long, the other folded beneath them, still playing clean.

The lights strobe across the stage - red, gold, then white. For a beat, Phantom’s mask catches it full-on, lenses flashing like something sentient. The tubing along their jaw glints and their balaclava barely hides their smile.

Rain misses a beat, and stumbles a step.

It’s small, barely noticeable, but his boot scuffs the stage and he has to wrench his focus back to the bass in his hands.

‘Rainy?’ Dew sends, quieter now. ‘You okay?’

‘Sorry - just. ‘m feeling it,’ Rain answers, breathless. ‘In places I really shouldn’t while on stage.’

Phantom rises with a sinuous shoulder roll, one hand flicking faux sweat off of the mask’s eye sockets. A stage light hits them perfectly from the side, like it knows what’s about to happen.

They back-bend.

Not just arch. Bend. Slow. Fluid. One arm flung behind them in Swiss’s direction like a dramatic accusation; the other still strumming. Head tilted back until their mask faces the ceiling, chest and belly stretched in full, impossible display.

The black fabric of their uniform catches the light in every seam. The tubing gleams like wet wire. The laces at their tailbone strain visibly with the curve.

Rain’s grip on his bass goes white-knuckle. Nails bite into the wood. His breath catches somewhere between awe and arousal.

The curve of Phantom’s body - slow, deliberate, offered - hits him straight in the chest. His throat works around a groan he refuses to voice.

But the bond betrays him.

A pulse of want slips through, unfiltered and blue-hot, coiling down his spine and sparking behind his knees. Not just lust. Devotion. Worship. The kind that makes him feel boneless even as he keeps playing.

Dew catches it like a punch to the sternum.

His breath hitches. His nails scrape the strings. He’s already wrecked; chest flushed, thighs tense, mouth dry. But that pushes him over. Rain’s hunger blooms inside him like static beneath skin, like the heat of a fire pressed too close.

And it hits back. Hard.

Rain reels.

Dew’s response isn’t verbal at first, just a surge through their bond. Red-gold and scorching, a growl that doesn’t need a throat. Rain stumbles on his next breath, dizzy from it. His vision blurs at the edges.

‘If they move like that again,’ he whispers across the bond, voice shredded, ‘I’m laying down in front of their speaker and letting it blow me back to hell.’

Dew’s eyes don’t leave Phantom, still bent, still playing, still offering. His voice comes low, and entirely unhelpful. 

‘Please. You’re one breath away from making a mess and you know it.’

Phantom rises in a single, fluid motion, mask gleaming in the flashing lights.

They tilt their head. Just slightly.

Like they feel something pass through the air; heat or static or a shiver that doesn’t belong to them. Or at least not yet. 

Rain freezes.

Dew bites his lip so hard he tastes blood.

The next note comes half a second too late. No one notices but them.

They both stare.

Then glance at each other.

Then back again.

‘That bug is going to be the death of me,’ Dew hisses. ‘Did you—fuck—do they have a spine?’

‘They do,’ Rain replies, ‘and I think it’s made of sin.’

Their rhythm locks again on the next beat, muscle memory dragging them back from collapse. Dew steps forward for his solo, teeth bared, and throws his whole damn chest into it like he has something to prove.

Phantom drops into a straddle crouch beside him, perfectly in sync, head snapping with the beat. Their mask gleams like glass under the strobes.

Rain can barely hear his own bassline over the pounding in his throat.

The fifth song bleeds into the sixth in a rising wall of distortion. The crowd has gone rabid; chanting, writhing, pulsing like one massive vein beneath the stage. Rain’s fingers ache from the thrum of his bassline. Dew is prowling now, pacing the edge of the stage like a spark looking for a fuse. Firelit, wild, sweat-slick and glowing like something forged.

And Phantom -

Phantom is everywhere.

They don’t stay still for more than a measure. Spinning, lunging, dancing between Cumulus and Aurora and jumping off platforms like the stage belongs to them. Their playing never falters, not once, even as their body moves in ways no one’s ever seen in rehearsal.

Then they turn toward Dew.

Something shifts.

Dew tilts his chin, eyes blazing beneath his mask. He points.

Down.

A flick of his fingers - sharp and commanding.

Rain blinks.

Phantom drops.

No hesitation. No pause. One second they’re upright, the next they’re folding to their knees in front of Dew like they’ve trained for this moment. Guitar still slung across their chest. Still strumming. Still perfect.

And then, in a single, fluid arc, Phantom bends back.

Not a lean, a collapse in reverse. Their head tips, guitar still ringing, as their spine bows in a full, impossible crescent. Their helmeted crown touches the stage floor. Mask to wood. Still playing.

Rain makes a noise, a strangled sound, low and raw in his throat.

Dew’s breath catches. His grip on the neck of his guitar shifts. He looks like he’s been struck.

Phantom holds.

Back arched. Throat bared. 

Rain can’t breathe.

The lights strobe behind them and for a moment, Phantom doesn’t look like a new ghoul.

They look like a revelation.

Dew doesn’t even realize he’s stopped moving until the next chord comes late.

He hides it with a small bend of his own, trying to recover.

Fails.

Phantom rises, smooth as breath, catching the rhythm again like nothing happened, like they didn’t just make two fully professional ghouls forget what key they were in with one act of bodily devotion.

Rain’s voice hits the bond like a prayer.

‘They can’t do that to me again, Dew. I will literally combust.’

‘Get in line,’ Dew growls, eyes fixed on Phantom’s ass as they strut back toward center stage. ‘I saw them first.’

When the final song crashes into its climax, Phantom struts toward an amp like they’ve done it a thousand times.

They climb it.

Kneel.

Settle behind their guitar. 

And grind.

Not subtly. Not rhythmically. No stage choreo could explain this. It’s slow. Intentional. 

A sin in motion. 

Their hips roll forward in time with the last riff, guitar slung across their thighs like a partner in worship. Their head tips back, mask gleaming, chest heaving like they just ascended.

Rain’s fingers slip on the fretboard. His mouth parts like he’s about to beg.

Dew actually chokes.

It’s obscene. It’s blasphemous. It’s the hottest thing either of them has ever seen.

Rain comes in behind, somehow, laying down the final thrum of bass low and trembling. Dew staggers through the last chord like he’s forgotten what an instrument is. The lights explode white - 

And then, silence.

Not from the crowd. They’re screaming. Chanting. Ruined.

But on stage?

Just panting. Twitching. Dew’s hand still gripped too tight on his fretboard. Rain’s jaw slack and dangerous.

Phantom slides off the amp like they didn’t just hump the entire goddamn audience into religious conversion.

Said audience is, understandably, feral.

Their bows are shorter than usual. Rain’s fingers ache. Dew’s breath won’t settle.

But Phantom, still masked, turns as they step offstage and shoots them a look. Coy. A little smug.

As if to say: I know.

Rain stumbles after them. 

Not visibly. Not to anyone watching. But inside, he’s shaking.

Not from nerves, no, not anymore.

From reverence. From the realization that the quietest ghoul in the room just delivered a performance so physically blasphemous it might take days to recover.

Dew’s hands still twitch around the strap of his guitar. “They bent for me,” he mutters as they step into the hallway. “Like - like willingly.”

“I know,” Rain hisses, trying not to pace. “And then they humped their guitar about it.”

“They looked up at me upside down, Rain. Like they know I'm going to think about it for the rest of my immortal life.”

Rain’s voice is low. Hollowed-out. Worshipful.

“They're not wrong.”

Dew takes his helmet off and holds it under an arm, tugging his balaclava down with his free hand. 

“I'm gonna have to bless that fucking amp.”

They step into the greenroom, where the lights run low. 

Phantom is seated again, back where they started. Quiet, but crackling with residual charge. Steam still curls from their skin in delicate spirals. Their tapes are off, fingers flexing in slow, hypnotic circles like they’re coaxing themselves down from a storm.

They look up when Rain approaches.

Still masked.

Still glowing like they’d swallowed a floodlight and kept it burning in their chest.

Rain crouches in front of them.

“You okay?” he asks softly.

Phantom gives the smallest nod. Then reaches up.

Their fingers curl into the helmet’s edges, slow and deliberate. A click. A lift.

And just like that, the spell fractures.

Sort of.

Because what’s revealed isn’t some smug showman or wild flirt. It’s just Phantom again - hair damp and clinging to flushed cheeks, eyes still wide and glassy from exertion. 

They look…

Soft.

Rain nearly folds.

Behind him, Dew exhales like he’s been punched and drags a hand through his hair, visibly fighting a groan. “You have no idea what you just did to us,” he says, voice shot to hell.

Phantom blinks. Dazed. “I—was I off key?” they rasp. “I thought I hit the bridge—”

Rain barks a laugh. “You hit everything, bug. Especially the part of Dew’s brain that controls higher functions.”

“I think I stopped breathing for half the third song,” Dew mutters. “We’re gonna have to put a disclaimer on the rituals. Warning: May cause spontaneous combustion.”

Phantom flushes deeper. “I wasn’t doing anything weird,” they mumble.

Rain’s voice drops low. “You backbent until your head touched the stage and kept playing.”

“I… I just wanted to hit the beat drop.”

“You hit it and our frontal lobes.”

Phantom opens their mouth. Closes it again. Then gives a sheepish smile and starts undoing the closures on their stagewear, silent once more, returning to that shy, quiet center of gravity.

Movement resumes in small ways: Dew, finally unclasping his strap, handing off the guitar with twitchy fingers. Rain, crossing to the couch and perching on the arm like he’s forgotten how to sit properly. Phantom doesn’t move.

Tension hasn’t left the room.

Not even after the last chorus fades. Not after the lights dim and the roar of the crowd gives way to the low, ragged hush of come-down.

Rain is still flushed, head in his hands, ankles crossed like that would help anything. Dew has finally started loosening his laces, hands gripping the fabric a little too tight. Phantom stays on the bench, mask off, curls damp, face serene.

Too serene.

Cumulus passes behind them with a bottle of water, pausing just long enough to glance between the three of them.

“You two,” she says mildly, nodding at Rain and Dew, “were not subtle.”

Rain blinks. “What?”

“Whatever meltdown you had through the bond,” Cumulus adds with a shrug, “you might want to reel it in next time. You short-circuited Cirrus halfway through the fourth song.”

Cirrus, curled up in the corner, gives a limp thumbs-up. “Totally worth it.”

Rain groans, dragging both hands down his face. Dew curses under his breath, tail flicking once, sharp.

Phantom just sips their water, calm as anything. 

They stretch their fingers once around the bottle, flexing the last of the tension out. Then look up, calm and certain, with a gentle tilt their head.

“I don’t need Quintessence to feel when I’m being watched,” they say lightly.

Rain peeks through his fingers. Dew goes very, very still.

Phantom meets his eyes - mild. Measured.

Smiling, just a little.

Then they take another sip. Slow. Deliberate. The movement of their throat is somehow worse.

Rain looks away first.

He and Dew exchange a glance over Phantom’s shoulder - one part awe, one part hunger, and two full parts what the fuck just happened to us.

Rain licks his lips.

‘So,’ he sends across the bond, ‘when do we ask if they can do that again… for science?’

Dew’s grin is slow and sharp.

‘Got another ritual tomorrow.’

⋆⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺⋆

The tour bus sways gently with the road’s rhythm, dim blue strips of safety lighting humming low along the aisle. Most of the bunks are quiet now; shut curtains, muffled breathing, the occasional creak of a frame as someone shifts deeper into sleep.

Phantom is snoring.

Not loudly. Just soft little exhalations, even and content, drifting from behind their curtain. Their tail hangs lazily outside their bunk, the tip flicking with decadent little flourishes like the encore hadn’t quite ended yet.

Rain and Dew lie chest to back in the bottom bunk across the aisle, tucked behind a curtain of their own. Dew’s arm drapes loosely over Rain’s hip, fingers moving absently along the seam of Rain’s waistband.

Neither of them has spoken for several minutes.

Then - 

“Did they know?” Dew murmurs, voice barely audible.

Rain exhales a long breath. “The backbend?”

“Mm. The drop. The obedience of it.”

“I think they were just feeling it.”

“I was feeling it,” Dew hisses, pressing closer. “Rain. I had to retune mid-set because my hands stopped working.”

Rain laughs into his pillow. “You whiffed that solo.”

“Because I was ogling our rhythm guitarist like they’d bent space-time.”

Rain rolls slightly to face him. “You pointed. And they knelt. Like you’d summoned it.”

“Don’t remind me. I’ve got a semi and unresolved feelings.”

Rain snorts. He tucks his nose beneath Dew’s jaw and breathes in. Salt, smoke, electricity still cling to his skin.

Across the aisle, Phantom lets out a soft snort. Their tail twitches, then curls tighter like a ribbon of sleep.

Rain’s voice drops, low and amused. “They have no idea.”

“No idea,” Dew echoes. “Absolutely zero clue.”

A pause.

Then Dew leans in and whispers against the shell of Rain’s ear, “We’re gonna die, aren’t we?”

Rain smiles. “Probably.”

They lie in the hush after that, listening to Phantom snore, to the hum of the road, to their own breath slowly syncing again. Somewhere in that stillness, Rain reaches down and trails his fingers along Dew’s thigh.

“Worth it though.”

Dew exhales, frustrated and aching. “Seriously. How am I going to survive this every night? I’m not even being dramatic.” 

“You never are,” Rain whispers back, lips brushing his throat. “Completely rational. Full control.”

“I’m going to start humping the mattress.”

Rain hums thoughtfully. “You’d wake the pack.”

Dew groans into his pillow. “So help me, if that tail twitches one more time -”

It does.

Rain bites back a laugh - then pushes the blanket aside and slides down in the cramped space until he’s nestled between Dew’s thighs, palm dragging slow up the inside of his leg.

“Let me help,” Rain murmurs. “We can be quiet.”

“You can be quiet,” Dew mutters, already breathless. “I’m doomed.”

Across the aisle, Phantom snores on, tail flicking in lazy arcs of smug contentment.

Rain just laughs softly, mouth already warm and open where Dew needs him most.

The bunk is narrow, barely wide enough for two ghouls. Definitely not made for this: Rain curled between Dew’s legs, one arm braced under his thigh, the other sketching slow, torturous circles into the sensitive stretch of skin that makes Dew tremble every time.

“Rain,” Dew warns, voice a rasp. “You can’t - fuck, not here -”

“I can,” Rain whispers. “And I am.”

He licks a slow stripe up the underside of Dew’s cock, soft at first - like he’s tasting for the first time all over again. Dew twitches, fists clenched in the blanket, hips searching for friction.

“Shhh,” Rain soothes, breath cool. “You’ll wake the whole damn bus.”

“I don’t care.”

“You will when Mountain throws a pillow at us.”

Rain smiles against him and sinks lower. His mouth traces along the inside of Dew’s thigh, where the skin jumps under his tongue.

He kisses there.

Bites there.

Waits.

Dew makes a sound like static catching fire in his chest.

Only then does Rain mouth slowly over the length of him, teasing and obscene. His lips brush, tongue flicks, slow and sure, like he’s savoring every second. And Dew, poor, ruined Dew, is already shaking.

Rain doesn’t rush. Doesn’t take him all at once. He coaxes him in, deep and slow, letting the heat of it burn his throat while one palm presses firm to Dew’s stomach. 

Anchoring him, warning him.

Stay still.

Dew doesn’t. Can’t. His hips twitch once, sharp and helpless, and Rain hums around him in response, satisfied.

The rhythm stays slow.

Unforgiving.

Worshipful.

Like Rain is tasting every moment Dew trembled on stage, every burst of heat that flared through the bond, every second Rain had to watch him unravel and wait.

Now, he isn’t waiting.

He’s claiming.

Dew’s head thuds gently against the bunk wall. His knuckles turn white where they grip the blanket. The only sound he makes is a half-swallowed moan as Rain hollows his cheeks and sucks him deep, just once, hard and knowing.

“You were so good tonight,” Rain whispers when he breaks away just long enough to breathe. His voice is like velvet. “So fucking good. So hot.”

He drags his tongue slow over the head.

“All mine.”

Dew chokes.

Across the aisle, Phantom stirs, sighs, and their tail curls tighter, punctuation to a dream they’ll never admit to remembering.

Rain doesn’t stop.

Doesn’t speed up.

Just sinks again, deep and sure. Dew comes hard, full-body shaking, desperate to stay silent. Rain holds him steady, swallows everything, and licks him clean with the same unbearable sweetness.

By the time Rain crawls back up beside him, Dew is flushed and dazed, blinking like he forgot what thoughts are.

Rain kisses his temple, smiling, soft and smug.

“Still got unresolved feelings?”

Dew wheezes a laugh. “You’re the fucking worst.”

Across the aisle, Phantom’s tail curls again.

Then, sleepy and soft:

“By the way…”

Rain freezes.

Dew stills.

Phantom’s voice is wrecked but conscious. Aware.

“…I can bend further if you ask nicely…”

A pause. A yawn.

Their tail flicks again.

Then they snore.

Rain lets out a sound that isn’t a word - just a strangled groan as he rolls onto his back and glares at the ceiling like it’s personally responsible.

Dew laughs. Hoarse, amazed, gone.

Above them, Swiss groans into his pillow.

“Lucifer on a leash, the three of you - some of us are trying to sleep. Now I’ve got unresolved feelings and a semi.”

There is silence for exactly one blessed second.  

Then, from the bunk beneath Phantom - quiet, half-asleep, maybe not even meant to be heard, is the unmistakable rumble of Mountain’s voice. 

“…I’d ask nicely.”

Rain nearly levitates.

Dew wheezes.

Phantom doesn’t stir.

Vernal equinox had passed, but the ghouls were still in celebration mode, the walls of the den overflowing with small paper flowers. The pink moon was due to rise - the first full moon of spring always cause for extra celebration. It was welcomed around the abbey by all members for ushering in growth and change, solidifying partnerships of all sorts. 

Phantom, Aurora, and Dew decorated while Sunshine and Cirrus cooked, the den slowly filling with the warm smell of freshly baked bread. Mountain and Aether were arranging the plants to best receive the moon's energy, while Swiss and Cumulus worked on setting up a large nest in the center of the den. 

The only one absent from the preparations was Rain, but her packmates were certain that she would come by when she was ready if she felt so called. Every moonrise was different, but this moon in particular had a strong effect on her. Sometimes the pull was so intense she would spend the evening at the bottom of the lake worshiping in her own way, or she would slink away with the other water ghouls of the abbey. 

Today, however, she wanted to play with her pack, painting her face with a gentle pink blush and lipstick. It stood out beautifully against her navy-freckled teal skin, making her sharp teeth seem even brighter. She hummed at her reflection once she finished smudging her eyeliner, the red she put on the waterline bleeding into faded black. Predatory. 

Rain was flicking through her closet when the smell of dinner wafted under her door, her ears flickering once they picked up on the sound of quiet laughter. She huffed, passing over dress after dress, jumpsuit after crop top, nothing feeling quite right or looking as powerful as the moon was making her feel. She was fiddling with her belly ring when her eyes landed on a small black skirt next to the laundry that she had been meaning to return. One more wear wouldn’t make her anymore late on giving the clothing back to its rightful owner, right? 

“Perfect,” she smiled to herself, wriggling into the skintight black leather miniskirt, sporting a slit that left absolutely no thigh to the imagination. It hugged every part of her perfectly, highlighting where her cock was straining against a too small pair of panties. Once satisfied with its placement she put on a black lace bandeau, followed by a sheer black crop top. 

The only thing missing was shoes, and she slipped into pink heels that matched her lipstick before heading out the door, her tail wagging slowly through the air. 

When she rounded the corner into the den’s common room the air shifted, the whole pack taking a collective breath when they saw her. 

“Wow,” Swiss whispered under his breath, his foot tapping rapidly under the table. 

“Mo- mo- mom-m-” 

Phantom was stuttering, frozen in place before Cumulus clapped her hand over his mouth, whispering in their ear. 

“She will eat you alive baby. Let her get settled, she just got here.” 

Their ears started to twitch like he was going to make a move, but when they saw how Rain's teeth seemed to glow in the light he nodded, leaning into Cumulus's side, content to watch for the moment. Dew, however, was not. He wanted Rain near him always, and especially now. 

Dew was probably a little too inebriated to be attempting anything close to chivalry, but anytime he saw Rain like this his brain deflated while his blood supply funneled south. 

“Saved you a chair, beautiful,” he hummed, standing to pull out the seat beside his own. 

He should have left his glass on the table, really, but the thought didn't cross his mind until he bumped into Rain, burgundy wine sloshing out of his glass to drip down her exposed stomach. The room was still, Mountain having sucked in a sharp breath while Aether started to stand, readying himself to intervene. The sparkle of Dew's skin began to fade as his face fell, turning to run into the kitchen for a towel. 

He didn't make it very far, Rain's hand reaching out to grab the back of his neck. She pulled him back and pushed him to his knees, leaning on the chair. 

“Clean your mess, Dewdrop.” 

Aether breathed a sigh of relief and plopped back into his chair while the color returned to Phantom's face, eager to see what was next. His tail thumped quietly on their chair. 

Dew looked at Rain for a brief moment before dropping his head, speaking quickly. 

“Yes ma'am, thank you ma'am.” 

Rain's eyes dilated and her fingers flexed, breath stuttering for just a moment when Dew’s hot tongue met the cool skin of her stomach, lapping up the wine. He made sure to clean around the band of her skirt first, knowing how much she hated stains. 

Once he felt the area was thoroughly cleaned he delicately worked his way to her belly button, wrapping his tongue around the glittery, dangling jewelry and sucking it clean. He tongued around the attached belly chains, not wanting to miss a single drop. There was a quiet moan from behind them, but Dew didn't dare lift his eyes, focusing instead on the beautiful creature before him.

Rain stuck her hand out and Cirrus placed Dew's half spilled glass of wine into it, complimenting her skirt. 

She smiled while she swirled the glass in her hand, bringing it to her nose for a quick sniff. 

“Thank you, I've been meaning to return it -” 

Cirrus's laugh sounded like little bells in the wind. 

“Please, keep it. You look better in it then I do.” 

Rain smiled and bent to the side, knocking their horns together. “You're too sweet to me Cici, I'll be sure to properly thank you later.” 

She smiled back, blowing her a soft kiss before returning her attention back to Mountain, tugging him from the table and towards the nest. Chairs scraped on the floor as everyone shuffled around, still watching Rain and Dew’s exchange.  

Rain studied the glass of wine in her hand, turning it slowly. It was her favorite one, thick and full bodied, a few citrus notes at the end. 

Expensive. 

“How many dicks did you have to suck to get this?” 

Dew shrugged while lapping at her cool skin. It didn’t matter to him so he didn't keep count, he would do anything for his mate. Anything to see her smile, even if he wasn't sure she'd attend the evening festivities. 

“Four,” Sunshine giggled from Cumulus's lap. Rain purred, licking the tips of her fangs. 

Dew had finished his task and was sitting back on his heels, looking up to watch Rain take another sip of the wine. His tongue darted out from between his lips with a quiet whimper. Rain looked down at him, one perfectly done brow raised. 

“Need more?” 

Dew nodded his head rapidly before opening his mouth wide, groaning when Rain slipped her thumb into his mouth, pulling at his cheek. She took a large sip of wine before setting the glass down, bending at the waist to bring her lips to Dew's. His sharp gag as he struggled to swallow triggered a series of muffled groans and the slick sounds of hands meeting wet skin. 

“Thank you ma'am,” he panted, struggling to speak around her thumb. He rolled his head to the side, exposing his thick veins and the silvery scars of their prior couplings. 

“Got plenty for you, too, if you need.” 

Dew often begged to be bitten where his gills once were, aching to feel something there again. But now he was offering in submission, to let Rain take what she needed under the power of the moon. 

Her tongue darted out of the corner of her mouth as she looked him up and down. 

With a quick nod of her head Dew was scrambling towards the nest, quickly divesting himself of his clothes as he went. She slowly followed him, sinking to her knees to pull his back to her chest, running her nose along his neck. 

“Please,” Dew sighed, flexing his claws against his thighs.

Rain inhaled deeply against his cinnamon-scented skin, fangs fully dropping before she sank them into the crook of his neck, blood quickly filling her mouth. He groaned low, the pitch only going higher when she took his hard cock into her hand, slowly stroking him from root to tip as she drank. 

“Rainy,” Aether warned gently from across the nest, voice cracking with the way Swiss had his mouth wrapped around his cock. 

She pulled herself from Dew's neck, licking at the corner of her mouth to gather a drop of his shimmering blood. 

“Don’t worry so much daddy, Dewdrop knows his limits. Would never hurt him more than he wants, promise.” 

“All good Aeth,” Dew agreed, raising a thumbs up which quickly dropped back to the pillows with a loud purr when Rain started to clean the wounds at his neck. Her tongue slowly worked around each puncture, her fist mimicking the movements of her mouth against the quickly darkening head of his cock. 

Aether nodded and fell back on his elbows, digging his fingers into Swiss’s hair, determined to enjoy the first night off in… a while. But a set of eyes still remained fully planted on Rain and Dew, the movement of a flickering tail catching her attention from the corner of her eye. 

“You okay bug? Not in the mood to play?” 

Dew barely opened his eyes, biting into his lower lip with a groan as Rain gently stroked him. 

“Wanted to watch, if that's okay with you both mm-ma'am.” 

Dew was nodding before he even finished their sentence, and Rain was grinning like a shark, Dew's crimson blood smeared all over her lips and chin. She didn't miss the way Phantom's eyes dropped to her mouth, watching her lick another spot clean. 

“Just want to watch?” 

Phantom blinked hard before forcing their eyes away from the mess, chewing at the corner of his lip. 

“He um… He just smells really good.” 

“Would you like a taste, sweetness?” 

Phantom nodded eagerly, eyes back on her mouth. “Please ma'am, please.” 

Rain beckoned him over with two crooked fingers, stifling a laugh at the eager way Phantom's tongue licked across her chin. Dew whined in her lap, quickly hushed by the drag of her pre soaked fingers up his chest to toy with the bar running through his nipple. 

Phantom hummed as he licked at her lips and chin, quiet thank you's between their breaths. 

“So polite,” Rain smiled, holding his chin to kiss them deep and slow. Phantom groaned when she slipped her tongue into their mouth, filling him with the taste of a beachside bonfire and hot iron. It was intoxicating, and they would let her have every ounce of air in his lungs if they could stay just like this forever. 

When they broke apart Phantom was a panting mess, claws digging into his own thighs. 

“Thank you mommy -” 

They paused, blinking his eyes and shaking their head to clear it. 

“Sorry thank you mommy -”

Another huff, trying to hide a whine that would rival Dew's. 

“I'm sorry momm- ma’am. Thank you ma’am.” 

Rain just smiled as she twisted Dew’s nipple between her fingers, his keen cutting through the heavier sounds of fucking that had filled the room. The way her head was tilted probably should've sent Phantom running, but instead his cock kicked against their thigh, a shiver running up his back. 

“So dumb you're having trouble speaking and I've only kissed you. Don't worry sweet little bug, mommy will take good care of you.” 

Phantom choked on their inhale as pre blurted on his leg, and Dew whined even louder, drawing Rain's attention back to him. His cock was weeping freely, begging for release while she kept teasing at his chest, working her other hand under his chin to turn him towards her. 

“Did you lose your words too?” 

Dew groaned when she started to slide her hand back towards his cock, lifting his hips to try and meet her. 

“You know I love your voice Dewdrop, if you need a moment you can watch Phantom and I play for a while.” 

Phantom's tail smacked against the pillows so quickly it sounded like someone running down the hall. Dew shook his head, voice just starting to splinter with need. 

“No ma'am, need you. Need you please.” 

“What do you need,” she cooed, pushing a lock of golden hair behind his half drooped ears. 

“Want - need your cock, your knot. Need you to fill me ‘til I swell with you, please, need you so bad.” 

Rain hummed, tapping her fingers along Dew's length while he squirmed. Phantom crept closer, kneeling in front of the pair, fangs poking into their lower lip. 

She paused, looking across both Phantom and Dew, finally settling on an idea. 

“Phantom, sweetness, you're being so good. Do you want a nice hot dick in your mouth?” 

“Please, mommy.” 

“Excellent,” she purred, kneeling tall behind Dew as she folded him to the floor.

“Why don't you come get this skirt off, without ripping it, while I get Dew all worked open hm?” 

They smiled so wide Rain was sure his ears would fall off, scrambling to her side to examine the zipper. With careful fingers Phantom undid the clasp, gently sliding the zipper down while watching Rain run her nails down Dew's back, making him arch. 

He leaned in close to her to work the band of the skirt down, breath hitching when they caught the gentle scent of orange blossoms on a sea breeze. Rain was always dangerous, the sharp iridescent scales that framed her face and joints were a reminder of that. But right now, she was deadly. 

A whine bubbled up from their throat when the band of her skirt caught on her cock, unable to bring it any lower. Rain glanced down to find Phantom gently pawing at her, looking up at her with big sad eyes. 

“Wanna be good and help you, but it's stuck. Don't wanna ruin your pretty skirt.” 

“Sweet little bug.” 

She smiled as she stood, gently ruffling their mop of hair before letting the skirt pool around her ankles. She stepped out of it and her shoes, returning to her spot behind Dew. Phantom's mouth watered at the sight of her cock hard and leaking into delicate pink lace, barely contained. 

She brought two fingers to his lips, tapping them as she spoke. 

“Get these nice and wet for me, then you can have a taste.” 

Dew groaned loud, wrapping his tail around Rain's free wrist. He pushed his ass further up, hips swaying slightly. 

Phantom moaned around Rain's fingers, wrapping their tongue around her long digits while sucking at the tips. When they pulled away he made sure to leave a thick line of saliva up her fingers, watching with rapt attention as she smeared it around with her thumb. 

She nodded her head towards Dew's exposed hole, telling him to spit. They were happy to oblige, sticky with want themselves, aching to make Rain happy. He trilled when she hummed with approval, bringing her wet fingers to Dew's hole, pressing the tip of her index finger inside. Dew's gasp was anything but quiet. 

“You're both being so good for me,” Rain praised, shifting on her legs to make the bulge of her cock more prominent. Phantom couldn't help the thin line of saliva that dripped from their fangs and down his chin. 

“Come have a taste, Ant.” 

Phantom eagerly licked across his lips, dipping down to settle against Rain's lap. They began to mouth at her cock through her already too wet panties, running his tongue up and down her length. She purred low, her free hand working into their hair while the other pressed into Dew. 

“Just the best bug, sweetest little thing,” she cooed. 

“Rainy,” Dew whined, wiggling back onto her fingers. “I need -” 

She curled her finger up, stroking against his prostate while shushing him gently. 

“I know baby, I know.” 

Dew adjusted his arms so he could rest his face against them, his back making a pretty arch. His golden skin always seemed to glitter most in dim light; he’d certainly be glowing once the moon fully rose.. Rain hummed as she worked a second finger into him, quickly followed by a third. She scissored them as much as she could, making sure Dew was starting to stretch. He was already leaking, a leftover trait from his time as a water ghoul, the slick sound filling the space. 

Phantom moaned at the sight, his drool further wetting Rain's cock. She rolled her hips gently against their chin, his attention quickly returning to suckling at her tip. 

“Please,” Dew whimpered, claws flexing into whatever poor cushion he latched on to, “ready for you now. Need to feel you, want it to ache.” 

Rain purred as she pulled her fingers from Dew, her other hand still nested in Phantom’s curls. 

“Don't worry baby, it's coming. Being so good for me. Showing off for Phantom, huh? Showing them how good you can be?” 

“Only for you ma'am,” Dew sighed, wiggling his little hips. 

Rain pinched at his nearly non-existent ass cheek before returning her attention back to Phantom, gently pulling him away from her cock. 

“Do you want to watch, or would you like to play with Dew?” 

Dew trilled, his answer obvious. Phantom had the sense to at least look like he was thinking about it before planting a kiss to her cheek and shuffling towards Dew's head, settling on their knees in front of him. 

Dew stretched out as much as he could, wrapping first his fist and then his tongue around Phantom's cock. Plum-flushed like Aether gets, although the purple was swirled with grey instead of gold. He hissed when Dew took them into his mouth, head dropping back at the heat of his tongue. 

Rain smirked as she watched them, taking her own cock in hand and pressing the head to Dew's hole. He leaned back into her, stretching himself between his partners, urging her to give him more. 

She wrapped her long fingers around the base of his tail and tugged, using the extra leverage to slide inside with a guttural moan. Dew responded with one of his own, muffled by Phantom pushing themself deeper down his throat. 

“Not gonna last,” Phantom grumbled, his hand locked around Dew's bun. “Feels too good.” 

“Mhm I know,” Rain smiled, rolling her hips to drive her cock straight against Dew's prostate. He popped off of Phantom with a little whine of protest, his breathing heavy when she began to pull at his puffy nipples. 

“Dewy isn't gonna last so long either, huh baby?” 

She asked with a particularly hard thrust into him, Phantom's eyes wide watching Dew's roll back into his head. They pulled from Dew’s mouth to rest for a moment, unwillingly to reach his end so soon. Dew’s mouth was legendary for a reason, after all. 

“Go ahead, get that pretty mouth on Dew's little cock, he wants it so bad.” 

Rain's words pulled them from their trance, blinking a few times with his head tilted just to the side before nodding quickly, shuffling back down to take Dew to the back of his throat. 

Rain wrapped one of her arms around Dew's waist and the other tangled back into Phantom's hair, rubbing gently at the sensitive skin behind their ear. Dew's hands were everywhere, flying from Rain's head to Phantom's, digging in his own thighs and pressing on Rain's, lifting his hips to help guide her into that perfect spot while desperately trying to not choke Phantom. 

She didn’t need the help, she knew Dew's body as well as she knew her own. Maybe better, even, with the way she had him moaning while dragging her cock over the perfect spot. Each roll of her hips was punctuated by one of his breathy sighs, adding to the cacophony of the room. 

Phantom for his part was chirping happily, licking long trails across the thick veins on the underside of Dew’s cock. When Rain pushed them forward he happily followed, swallowing around Dew's length with a pleased hum. Rain cooed at him from over Dew's shoulder, scratching behind his ear again before grabbing the back of his head. 

“Tap twice if you need to breathe, yeah?” 

Phantom brought his tail up and tapped the spade twice against her hand, rolling their hips gently into the nest of blankets below him. 

Rain smiled that far too toothy grin, thrusting into Dew and driving his cock further into Phantom's throat. Dew was all but jelly between them, held up by Rain's arm around his waist and Phantom’s hand pressed into his chest, his tail slowly tangling with Rain's in search of something more to hold onto. 

Phantom's tongue was good, great actually, Dew's thoughts on the matter filling the space as choked off babbling. When Phantom wrapped their tongue underneath Dew's head and sucked Dew was certain he'd open his eyes and be back in the pit, unholy pleasure running hot in his veins. 

Rain hooked her chin over Dew's shoulder, nuzzling at the space below his ear. 

“Don't swallow sweetness, let him dribble out of your mouth, down your face. That okay?” 

Phantom moaned in affirmation around Dew's length, nodding his head as best he could. It wouldn't be long now, Dew's balls were heavy in their hands, getting tighter with every thrust of Rain's hips driving him further into their mouth. 

She drove harder into him, and Dew's hands fisted Phantom's soft hair right next to Rain’s. 

“Rain, Rain, Rainy, fuck -” 

Dew's voice went high until it broke off, dying out as he painted inside Phantom's mouth. Phantom hummed as he took every drop, careful to not swallow. Once Dew had stopped pulsing they pulled away, sitting back with their head slightly tilted slightly forward before smiling, Dew's spend trickling out of his mouth and down their neck. 

“Fucking nasty,” Rain mumbled, pressing herself hard against Dew, grinding her hips to his ass. “Just how you like it, huh?”  

Dew nodded in agreement, his voice breaking on every whimper Rain pulled from him as she chased her own release. 

“Lay back bug, slide closer to me.” 

Phantom melted for her, nearly pressing themself into Dew's chest before dropping onto his back, tail shifting to rest on Dew’s thigh. They moaned when Rain wrapped her talented hand around his length, back lifting from the pillows. 

“Haven't even been touched yet,” she cooed, and Phantom shook their head. “Such a good, patient little thing.” 

Phantom nodded hard, like he was trying to say waiting for you. 

“Whenever you like, sweetness.” 

Their voice was trapped in his throat, muffled by every unholy sound Rain could pull from them as she worked his cock at the same tempo she nailed Dew, who was putty at this point. He was limp in her arms, begging for her release, her knot. For everything, for nothing, for all of it at once. 

Phantom wasn't sure how long they'd last, and when Rain rubbed her finger across his slit to gather a pearl of pre just to taste it they knew it wouldn't be long. 

She hummed in pleasure at the tang of him, mixed with the carbonated vanilla of their benzoin scent. Her hand quickly returned, long manicured fingers wrapping around their length, pulling in the most devastating way. 

Phantom could feel their eyes crossing as he watched, Rain's hand firm against him, the other tight around Dew. They brought their tail to where Rain and Dew’s were tangled together, joining the heap. 

Dew was crying now, his cock hard again, gold skin glistening. He begged, Rain purred, Phantom tried to keep their claws to themself but he looked so pretty, eyes screwed tight under a crown of sweat, his golden bun no longer neat and tidy. So they reached out, grabbing Dew by the base, feeling his little knot start to inflate under their hand. And if Phantom thought Dew had been crying before, well… He was really going now. 

“Little bug is being so sweet to you, aren't they,” Rain purred, licking below the shell of Dew's ear as she slowly ground her knot into his rim. 

“Yeah, yeah you both are. Need it ma'am, need your knot, need to cum -” 

The movement of Rain's hips became more frantic as she pressed more firmly into Dew, hissing when his tight body finally swallowed her knot, enveloping her in delicious heat. Dew keened, high pitched and devastated as he came into Phantom's hand, a string of thankyouthankyouthankyou falling from his wine stained lips. 

Dew was babbling, words broken and punctuated with breathy moans. Phantom wasn't much quieter, egging Dew on with their own muttering. C'mon Dewy, come for mommy. Make a mess, make me a mess. 

Rain followed quickly, the squeeze of Dew around her knot too much, biting into his neck with a groan from the depths of her throat. 

Phantom wasn't sure what brought them to the edge. Dew's hot come, the scent of his blood, the noise Rain made when she slid fully into his body. Maybe it was the way her calloused fingers rubbed against their frenulum with a talent flick of her wrist. All he knew was that they were floating, high in space, coated from the chin down in their own and Dew's release. 

He stirred when they heard Rain shuffling on her knees, laying down next to them with Dew tight in her arms. He hissed a little at the shuffle but it was good natured, her knot still buried tight inside his hole. Dew shuffled a bit closer, admiring the mess that was Phantom before turning his head to bat his lashes at Rain.