#trans dew

Rain heard the shower cut off and squirmed. He was in a Lustful mood and had been waiting for Dew to get done. It had been some time since he and Dew had been intimate. He understood why, but he craved it like he was starving. He crawled down to the end of the bed and knelt there, hands on his knees, looking subservient in the way he knew Dew liked. this should get his attention, Rain thought, lowering his gaze as the door lock clicked and steam came billowing out from the bathroom.

He didn't chance a look up, knowing that would cancel out what he was trying to accomplish. But he could imagine Dew's glistening skin still dappled with water, long hair tangled around his horns waiting to be combed out, and the biggest towel they had fixed around his waist. Dew was alright with showing his chest, since the scars were healing well. But exposing himself below the belt, even to his sub, at times was still too much.

Rain's inner visions swirled and transformed to memories of past encounters, and it made his cock twitch. Still looking down, though, all he could see were Dew's feet when they stopped in front of him. He watched his toes curl into the carpet, and listened to him exhale. Only silence followed. nope, he said to himself, resigned, not gonna be tonight, i guess.

Then the towel hit the floor.

Dew tilted Rain's chin up gently, guiding his gaze to his face as he shook back his hair. Rain was very conscious of the effort it took to keep his eyes up, because Dew fully naked was a rare thing nowadays. As badly as he wanted to see his Dom in all his unholy glory, he had to behave. His patience would be rewarded.

Dew smirked at him, blue eyes shining. "You got something on your mind?" Rain shivered at his voice, the deeper register it had now because of the hormones. His ears still didn't always expect it, and it was so delicious to hear it laced with seduction.

"i do," he responded quietly. "if you're in the mood for it, i would love to taste you." Rain had learned to be straightforward, especially about sex and his own desires. If he hadn't, his shyness would've prevented him from getting anything at all. Better to push through and say it.

It was Dew's turn to shudder. It was true, what Rain proposed didn't happen often, but he knew how good Rain was at it. He also knew it was one of Rain's favorite acts, his go-to when it came to pleasing and servicing his partners. It had been a good day, mentally and emotionally, and Dew felt comfortable enough with his still female-coded lower body to allow this. In fact, the thought of Rain's dark eyes looking up from between his thighs...

"You can have it, beloved," he said, leaning in for emphasis with a deep, passion-filled kiss.

Rain's hands flexed, itching with the desire to touch. He fought to keep them in place until he was given leave, squeezing his own thighs instead. Dew wasn't oblivious to it.

"Go ahead, Rain," he said, stepping even closer. "Use your hands too."

"thank you," Rain breathed out, lifting his hands to caress the backs of Dew's thighs, trailing upwards with a light touch. It made Dew shiver again, and Rain couldn't help smiling. He continued, moving his hands around to grab at Dew's hips. He massaged at the creases where hip and thigh meet with his thumbs, his breath getting heavy with anticipation. But his eyes stayed on Dew's face, as challenging as that was. He felt a whine rise in his throat.

"can i look at you? please?" He whispered his plea, trying not to also pout. Dew breathed hard through his nose and nodded. Rain said his thanks, and was very controlled, dropping his eyes slowly. From Dew's eyes to his mouth, his throat, watching him swallow. Then his chest, the scars faded to a soft pink beneath his pierced nipples. Over his flat stomach, where a delicate, tantalizing line of hair had sprouted below his navel, trailing down his pelvis. And finally, his mons, the hair there trimmed into a neat strip, a habit Dew was sometimes less meticulous with since starting the hormones. Tonight, though, apparently he'd decided to do so.

"you're beautiful, Dew." Rain still whispered, his words almost a paean. He watched as a blush spread over Dew's entire body that still trembled under his gaze, clear signs he was getting very aroused. Rain began to trace that crease with his fingers, slowly edging towards more sensitive flesh.

"Don't be a tease." Dew's voice was approaching a growl. "Either touch me or don't." He needed something to happen before he lost his nerve.

Rain, ever an obedient sub, made his choice. His fingers sought and found Dew's clit, already stiffening, and worked it in quick circles. It had grown a bit from the hormones already, and was just as sensitive as ever. His other hand snaked up Dew's spine to right between his shoulder blades and pulled him closer. Rain nuzzled into the crook of his neck, listening to Dew start to pant.

"Why do you still have fucking clothes on?" Dew muttered between his labored breaths, as he feverishly worked to open Rain's pants. Rain started to move his hands to help, until, "Don't fucking stop. Don't you dare," menaced out through clenched teeth. In his state, Dew still fumbled with belt and button and zipper, but finally managed to free Rain's intimidating erection, and started stroking it.

"thank you," Rain said again, this time engaging his vocal chords. "i love when you touch me."

Another smirk tugged up Dew's lips. "Who wouldn't want to touch this?" He gave the thick shaft a hard squeeze. "Ten outta ten."

Rain chuckled and shook his head. Looking him in the face again, his hand between Dew's thighs slowed with the distraction. "you love that joke, ever since you measured it the one time. it's so silly."

Dew fully grinned. "It's accurate. And I love it."

"i know you do -- oh." Rain's voice turned husky as Dew's hand started to move faster. He could do nothing else than respond in kind, and a strangled moan was his reward. He shifted his hand's position, placing the pad of his thumb on the sensitive nub instead and probing two fingers further to circle Dew's entrance, finding it was getting wet. Sometimes the hormones made that difficult, but it didn't seem that way now. Rain knew better than to attempt penetration unless he was told to, but Dew gasping in his ear was encouraging.

"Fuck, yes!" Dew cried out, teeth clenching again and hips jerking forward. His free hand gripped Rain's shirt at the shoulder, gathering the fabric in his fist. "You're still wearing clothes."

"you told me not to stop. that makes it a little difficult to get undressed."

"Fine," Dew huffed. "Be quick." He backed up a step as Rain stood and tugged his shirt over his head with one hand. In the moment his face was covered, Dew dragged his pants and boxers down to his ankles for him. And he stared.

Rain was taller, but also thin, like he was. It wasn't the first time Dew felt a pang of Envy that he didn't look like that. His hips flared just a little too much, and of course there was the more obvious issue of his genitals. Top surgery had helped, the hormone therapy helped, and maybe someday the rest of him would match too. He scowled and tried to literally shake the thoughts from his mind; he could admire Rain without being jealous. He could have this pleasure without the dysphoria.

"you okay?" Rain asked, eyes filled with concern even as he lazily, subconsciously, touched himself.

"Yeah, it's fine. I didn't tell you you could do that."

Rain immediately put his hands behind his back, mirroring the way Dew stood sometimes. Having Rain obey so readily brought Dew back into the moment. Even the smirk returned.

"Good boy," he praised, to which Rain whimpered in response. "I want those hands back on me instead."

"yes, Dew, thank you." Rain stepped aside as Dew climbed onto the bed, lying down on his back and spreading his legs. He hadn't revoked the permission to look. And so Rain did, focusing on that glisten of moisture as he slid his hands up those spread limbs. "you look so good, i want you on my mouth." His voice was hushed again, and between words he grazed kisses on Dew's inner thighs. He saw the movement as Dew clenched, causing a fresh bead of fluid to escape. "you're already wet, i can see it. i can smell it. by the Morningstar, Dew, please..."

"I said touch me." The waver in Dew's voice further betrayed how turned on he was, and Rain was so tempted to just lick. But he was going to be good, and wait. As his fingers again made contact, Dew added hurriedly, "Not inside. Not yet."

"i won't," Rain promised. "not until you tell me." Instead he teased at the opening again, stroking just between the folds. With his other arm crooked and resting on Dew's hip and pelvis, he used that thumb to again rub his clit, with more pressure and vigor this time.

Dew's back arched, pushing his head against the pillows. The sheets were clamped in his fists and he started moaning. So much of the time he denied himself, because even touch from his partners wasn't okay, no matter how much he longed for it. But he'd always hit a point when he was just too needy, so pent up that he didn't care anymore. This was one of those times, and every single one of Rain's touches was pleasure almost to the point of overwhelming.

Within moments Rain's fingers were coated, to say nothing of Dew's inner lips. He yearned for that first taste, for the feel of the soft, tender skin under his lips and tongue. "Dew please," he begged, breathing hard. "please can i taste you?? Dew i need you, please!"

"So desperate..." Dew panted out, unclear if he was only talking about Rain. "Yes, beloved. Taste me."

With a loud groan, Rain removed his hands, wrapping them under Dew's thighs instead, and dove in. His tongue pressed and then swept against the opening, his proud nose stroking against Dew's clit. The taste was better than he remembered, and all the sensory input had his cock jumping beneath him, smearing his pre-cum into the bedsheets.

Dew shook almost violently, his neglected nerves exploding with pleasure. He couldn't even manage full moans anymore, just clipped, animalistic grunts and whines. Without thinking, his hands released the sheets and instead grabbed one horn and one fistful of soft, fluffy dark hair, pulling at it while simultaneously pushing his sub's face harder against him.

Rain could moan, though, and did. Loudly, from deep in his chest, covering Dew in vibration as he also rutted against the mattress. Dew found his own voice again and echoed the muffled sound, bending his knees and thrusting his hips upwards. More, he needed more.

"Suck me," he barked out.

Rain groaned again, bringing his mouth to cover Dew's clit, suckling and lapping at it with abandon. He reveled in the sounds Dew made, how loud he was getting, how he snarled and thrashed like a man possessed. Increasing the pressure, he drew Dew's labia into his mouth as well and then pulled back, letting it slide out before going back to sucking.

When Dew got this excited, his already enlarged clit swelling further and firming up with Rain's lips tight around it, it was almost closer to what he imagined having his cock sucked would feel like. That thought, the sensation of it being almost right, was euphoric and drove him wild. And as always Rain was so good. His hips bucked and his limbs flailed, and he was right there.

"Rain, Rain fuck! One Below, Fuckdon'tstopI'mgonnafuckincum!!" The words rushed together, but Rain already knew. He didn't stop. He didn't change a thing. Just vocalized his appreciation and let Dew tumble over that threshold.

A scream ripped from Dew's throat as more juices flowed from him, and Rain dipped lower once more, making a mess of his mouth and chin. He waited to withdraw until he was sure Dew's wave had crested, till he heard hoarse panting and the undulation of Dew's hips slowed.

He pulled his face away just enough to start to catch his breath. Then extended his tongue for one last, long lick, one more taste to savor. It was enough to trigger another immediate aftershock orgasm for Dew, and Rain laughed with the pure joy of it all. A barely audible, "Good boy," drifted to Rain's ears and he smiled with Pride to himself. His needs could wait, his Dom was happy with him.

"Well well well," came a familiar voice from behind him. It was Rain's turn to smirk as he glanced over his shoulder.

"Æther-my-love, i'm sorry you missed it."

"Me too. Heard our little Dewdrop all the way downstairs in the kitchen. You got him good, Rainy-boy."

"You two are really gonna talk about me like I'm not right here." Dew propped himself up on his elbows, cheeks flush and eyes glazed over, still lightly panting with a few stray tears running down his face. He'd tried to sound annoyed, but it came out almost petulant.

"Never, my love." Æther's words were heavy with growing desire. "I just want to know if you're ready for more."

Dew groaned in feigned exasperation and flopped back down onto the bed. Æther rolled his eyes and came closer, discarding his clothes as he did.

When he reached the bed, naked as the other two, he ran a finger along Rain's spine, eliciting a shudder and a giggle. Rain looked up at him and Æther's pupils dilated in amusement.

"You got a string there, Rainy. From your lips to his." He swiped at it with his thumb, then dragged that digit vertically down Rain's lower lip.

Rain only shrugged. "i'm not surprised. he's made quite the mess." He shot a playful nip as Æther withdrew his hand.

Æther returned the smirk from earlier. "So I see. He let you cum yet?"

"nuh-uh," Rain shook his head and humped at the bed for emphasis.

"Dew, you're cruel."

"He's my sub, Æther." Dew had draped an arm over his eyes, hoping the wetness of them hadn't been noticed. "I can do with him what I please. And you're a good boy, Rain, waiting till you're told."

"thank you." The praise, Dew's taste and scent, the denial, all combined to send Rain right back to subspace. He nuzzled soft and serene against Dew's thigh.

Climbing onto the bed, Æther sat Dew up for a moment, positioning himself behind him, then reclining him back again, Dew's head coming to rest on his plush belly. Dew smiled and purred, turning his face to one side and mirroring Rain's nuzzling.

Æther began smoothing his hand over Dew's hair. "I was serious, Dewdrop. You good to go again?"

Dew's blue eyes opened and he looked up. His voice was quiet when he spoke. "I think so."

"Good." Æther saw the tears but didn't let on. He caressed Dew's cheek with one finger, then jerked his head at Rain. "How 'bout you, Rainy, how's your jaw?"

Rain's dark eyes sparkled. "i could go for another helping."

Dew strums out a few chords while Swiss flops into his desk chair, leaning it back onto two legs. It creaks under his weight.

"Maybe not," Swiss concedes, unbothered, "but you could still come keep me company."

"What, the girls not enough for you?"

"They would be," Swiss replies with a shrug. "If they didn't spend every trip making out in the back seat."

Dew snorts at that - Swiss has a point, Sunshine and Cumulus are not ones to keep their hands off each other in any context. Still, he grumbles.

"C'mon, Sparky," Swiss goads, scooting his chair closer so he can rest his elbows on the mattress, propping his chin in one hand and prodding at Dew's knee with the other. "Don't make me beg."

"But I like it when you beg."

Dew throws Swiss a wink, and Swiss reciprocates with his best puppy dog eyes. Big and wet and completely irresistible. Dew sighs, throws up his hands in mock defeat.

"Fine, fine," he grumps, setting his guitar on the bed. "But I'd better get something outta this."

Swiss grins, delighted. Pats Dew on the thigh as he stands, shoving the chair back under the desk.

"I'll tell Lus to buy that spicy jerky you like," he offers, and Dew gives him a little ooh.

"The cheese too," he insists, shuffling to the edge of the mattress and reaching for his boots. "The one with the habaneros."

"Yeah, yeah," Swiss chuckles, heading for the door, "but warn me before you eat it, I'm not sleeping with you on cheese night again. I learned my lesson."

Dew hurls a pillow at him, and Swiss scampers into the hall with a boisterous laugh. The little ghoul works on lacing up his boots, and makes a mental note to never tell Swiss when it's cheese night.

Twenty minutes later they're on the road, and as the breeze blows through his hair Dew wonders why he was so reluctant in the first place.

It's a gorgeous day, sunny and hot, but not enough to need the a/c. They're flying down the highway in Copia's ancient whale of a car, the windows down and a Judas Priest cassette blaring through the speakers; Swiss belts out the chorus to Breaking the Law while Dew taps out a matching rhythm on the outside of his door. In the back, Cumulus provides backing vocals while Sunshine dances in her seat, and Dew can't help the massive grin that splits his face.

It's a 45 minute drive to the nearest grocery store - the one downside to the abbey being so remote - but the trip passes quicker than he expects. They're trundling into the parking lot before Dew knows it, Swiss killing the engine and groaning through a solid stretch. Dew flips down the visor, looks in the tiny mirror and makes a displeased sound at the state of his hair.

"Okay," Cumulus pipes up from the back seat. Dew peers at her in the mirror, not missing the fresh hickey just below her ear. "I have the list, I have our allowance, I have..." she pats at her chest, searching the pockets of her denim vest, "ah, and I have my phone!"

"You got my snacks on that list?" Dew inquires, working at his knotted ends. Cumulus makes an affirmative sound.

"Sure do," she lilts, leaning forward to dangle the paper in his face. "Jerky and cheese, as requested."

"Get some of that chocolate I like too," he mumbles, "the dark stuff, with the salt." He turns his head to give her outstretched hand a quick peck. "Please."

"You got it, sugar," she giggles, tucking the list away. "You two coming with us?"

"No boys allowed," Sunshine and Swiss say in unison, and the lot of them chuckle. It's a known fact that Dew isn't a fan of crowds and that Swiss can't be trusted around free samples, so in the car they will stay.

"Besides," Swiss adds, leaning across the bench seat to throw an arm around Dew's narrow shoulders, "I got good company right here."

He nips at Dew's ear and the little ghoul elbows him in the side, hard enough to make Swiss yelp. It turns into a quick little slap fight, a moment of playful stupidity that Dew will never admit to enjoying as much as he does.

"Play nice, kids," Sunshine chides when they break apart, resting her chin on the back of their seat with a toothy grin. "Or mommy won't bring back any treats!"

"Gross," Dew complains, but settles anyway. Goes back to working the kinks from his golden locks. Sunshine leans over the seat to plant a sloppy kiss on his cheek and Dew squawks in protest.

"Aww, but you I thought you loved calling me that!"

Dew shoves her away, suffers through a chorus of snickers while his cheeks go pink, and resolutely avoids looking over as Swiss. The girls get their things together and then they're clambering out of the car; Sunshine glues herself to Cumulus, laces their hands together, and together they stride across the parking lot to the hulking monolith that is the grocery store.

"Mommy, huh?" Swiss pipes up moments later, and Dew groans.

"Shut up," he grouses, giving up on his messy hair and slouching down in his seat. "It's her thing, not mine," Dew lies. "Besides, I've called you worse."

"Can't argue that," Swiss lilts, stretching his arm along the back of the bench seat. "Remember that time you called me Mr. Army?"

Oh, does he, and Dew really doesn't want to think about that right now. Thick fingers tease their way into his tangled hair, blunt nails scratching against his scalp.

"You were the one that put me in a schoolgirl outfit," Dew huffs, crossing his legs for reasons totally unrelated to that particular memory. "I can't be held accountable for anything I said."

"I just never thought I'd get anyone but Rain to call me that," Swiss murmurs, a lascivious grin sliding onto his face. Dew looks at him from the corner of his eye, unwilling to lose the pleasant pressure of Swiss' hand in his hair.

"Rain? Really?"

"Oh yeah," Swiss says, converational. His hand moves to cup the back of Dew's neck, and oh is that lovely. "Wanted me to spank his ass raw and tell him what a naughty boy he was while he said it. Poor guy went off against my thigh before I could even get him on my cock," he sighs, wistful. Swiss turns his head, fixes Dew with that vulpine smile. "You were a nice surprise."

The little ghoul rolls his eyes, and really hopes Swiss doesn't notice him squeezing his thighs together. He has nothing further to say on the matter - or, at least, nothing that won't get him into trouble - so he stays silent. Enjoys the way Swiss' thumb rubs the spot just behind his ear while he watches humans mill about the lot. Families and individuals both, with arms full of paper bags holding untold goodies.

For what it's worth, Swiss doesn't keep talking either. He's not quiet, still humming out a tune Dew recognizes but can't quite place, but it's comfortable. The sun's hanging high in the early afternoon sky, a gentle breeze flowing though the still open windows, and Dew would be lying if he said this wasn't a nice way to kill time.

"What's on your mind?" Swiss asks a handful of minutes later, giving his neck a squeeze. "You're never quiet for this long."

"Oh you're one to talk," Dew chuffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "I can't remember the last time you shut up for more than five minutes."

"Pfft, sure you can," Swiss insists, that large hand dipping into the collar of Dew’s t-shirt, callused fingertips drifting over his skin and dragging a soft sigh from his lips. "I'm pretty sure I don't talk that much when you're sitting on my face, spitfire."

Dew scoffs despite the tingle the words force through him, a warm feeling settling into his belly. He turns his head to give Swiss a look, an incredulous eyebrow raised.

"That's the only example you can think of?"

"No," Swiss shrugs, "it's just the one I'm thinkin' of right now." The other ghoul licks his lips in a very intentional way, and that tingle hits again. "I guess deepthroating Mount counts too, but -"

"So the only thing that keeps you from yapping is having someone's junk in your mouth," Dew interrupts, nodding sagely, "noted."

Swiss laughs, loud enough to get the attention of a few people loading their car nearby. Dew shrinks in his seat.

"Like you're complaining."

He shifts in the seat, scooching closer. Dew squints at him, suspicious, but doesn't protest. Not even when Swiss gets close enough for their thighs to touch, for the other ghoul to drape an arm around his neck and let that huge hand rest on his chest. For Dew to soak in his spicy cologne and for Swiss to rest his chin on a bony shoulder.

"Besides," he rumbles, nosing at Dew's temple, "we both know you love my yapping."

"Love is a strong word," Dew mumbles, tilting his head when Swiss nuzzles his neck nonetheless.

"Mm, I don't think so," Swiss hums against his jaw, stubble scratching at his skin in a way that makes Dew's eyelids flutter. "Don't think I missed that little leg squeeze when I was talkin' about Rain, baby."

Dew groans, gives him a little shove. Far from enough to dislodge the other ghoul, more of a nudge than anything else. Token protest. Swiss huffs out a soft laugh, kisses his cheek.

"That's what I thought," he coos, licking at the shell of Dew's ear to draw out a shiver. The hand on his chest finds a nipple through his shirt, and Dew has to bite his lip to keep from making a sound. Curse Swiss for knowing every one of his weak spots. "Can't hide from me, Sparky."

Dew hates that he's right, and hates even more that - even in a place like this - Swiss can get him riled up with so little effort. Dew bounces his leg, takes his lower lip between his teeth while he scans the parking lot. There are people everywhere, but none close enough to see them - a fact Dew is very thankful for when Swiss sucks his earlobe and gives one of his nipple piercings a tug. Any closer and they might hear his moan.

"Fuck," Dew grunts, squirming in his seat, "ugh, you bitch."

"Such language," Swiss taunts, tracing the tip of his tongue along Dew's pulse point. "Lucifer, you're so easy."

Dew growls as best he can, human glamour be damned, and it just makes Swiss laugh again. It's a shame he can't argue - Swiss and Aether are the only ones who have such an effect on him, and they both know it perfectly well.

"Aww, gettin' all hot and bothered already?" Dew tries to shake his head, but Swiss kisses his throat and it doesn't get him very far. "Don't lie, firecracker. I can smell it on you."

Of course he can. He always can. Dew sighs as his eyes slip shut, sagging into the seat as Swiss slowly but surely teases the spots that make him start to sweat. Swiss' other hand lands on his thigh, stroking tight denim until Dew’s legs uncross. He walks two fingers up the inseam of the little ghoul's jeans while he trails wet kisses along his jaw, and Dew really can't help the soft sounds it all wrings from him.

Then that wandering hand sneaks under his shirt, lifts it up to expose his belly, and Dew jolts.

"H-hey, wait," he breathes, fists balled at his sides. His eyes crack open despite the way Swiss continues to work his chest, his throat, his ear. He watches Swiss' talented fingers trace his happy trail, dip into his navel and disappear up his shirt, and when Swiss rubs at his bare nipple Dew has to clap a hand over his mouth to hide his moan. "Shit, Swiss -"

It's muffled by his palm, and Dew's eyes dart around the parking lot as Swiss pulls away. Fixes him with hooded eyes and a crooked smile.

"Hm?" Swiss tugs both piercings at once and Dew shudders. "Something wrong?"

"You - oh - fuck, Swiss some...someone's gonna hear, someone's gonna - nngh - gonna see -"

"So?" The hand under his shirt runs ticklish trails down his belly, makes the muscles there jump. Swiss nibbles at his collarbone and Dew makes an embarrassing gurgling noise. "You like being watched and we both know it."

That may be true, but Dew thinks there's a difference between Mountain spying on him through a crack in the door and being fondled in a public parking lot with the windows down.

Swiss' hand finds his belt then, and Dew throbs.

"Fucker," he bites out as Swiss unbuckles him, other hand still expertly working his chest, and Dew flushes at the dark chuckle Swiss lets out.

"Maybe later," he croons, kissing the hinge of his jaw. "I got other plans for you right now."

Swiss wastes no time it getting his belt out of the way, quick to pop the button and tug down his zipper. Dew's narrow chest is heaving by the time Swiss hooks two fingers into the band of his boxer briefs. The other ghoul gives him a cruel smirk, snaps the band against his skin, and Dew sucks air through his teeth.

"Better keep it down, baby," Swiss speaks against his ear, liquid silk. "If you can, that is."

That hand worms its way into his underwear, slips down between his thighs, and Dew clenches his teeth so hard his jaw cracks.

"Mm, what's this?" Swiss glides the tip of one finger through his folds and Dew's thighs tense. "So slippery already. Just from this?"

Swiss tweaks his nipple, licks a nasty stripe below his ear, and Dew really has to work not to choke on his own tongue. His fat little dick throbs against Swiss' palm, and Swiss sounds absolutely thrilled about it.

"Oh, someone's excited," he teases, one thick finger prodding at his hole. "It's already tryin' to suck me in," Swiss sing-songs, and the little ghoul's shoulders sag.

Dew whimpers when he pushes the tip inside, clenching around an intrusion that feels far too good for how slight it is. He can't stop looking at everyone wandering the parking lot, trying to stay on high alert for the slightest hint of undue attention but struggling more and more with every passing second. Swiss wriggles that probing digit further inside, up to the second knuckle, and then there's sudden pressure on it front wall that has Dew's back arching off the seat.

"Fuck, fuck," he wheezes, hands flying to whatever he can reach - one paws at Swiss' shirt, the other gripping his forearm. Feeling the muscles shift as Swiss' finger works him open, groaning at the gentle stretch. "Oh you bastard."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, sweetheart," Swiss breathes, palming his stiff clit, and Dew's breath catches in his throat.

"Can't believe you're - oh shit, oh - fuck, can't believe I'm letting you - ah!"

Dew bites his lips shut as Swiss curls his finger just right, muting his cry and fighting to keep his eyes from rolling back. Clamps his thighs around that massive hand until Swiss chuckles in his ear, swirling that digit and making the little ghoul's eyes cross instead.

"You're so pretty like this," he rumbles, a second finger tracing around the first, spreading slick. "All shy. Makes you even tighter," Swiss tells him, and Dew clamps down even harder. Why is it so good? "Wish I could get you in my lap right now," his breath is so, so hot in Dew's ear. "Get you to sit on my cock and see how quiet you are then."

Dew shivers head to toe, legs spreading at the thought alone, and Swiss leaps at the opportunity. Pulls his first finger out only to slide back in with two, and there's no possible way he could stay silent through that. He turns his head just in time to sink his teeth into Swiss' shoulder, howling his pleasure into cotton and flesh, and Swiss groans right along with him.

"That's more like it," he praises, kissing the top of Dew’s head while he pants and shivers. "Gonna be a quick one, isn't it?"

Dew nods as best he can, moaning into Swiss' shirt when he rubs the heel of his hand in slow circles over his pulsing clit. Doesn't pull back until he's sure he can control himself, gasping when Swiss crooks his fingers but biting back the whine bubbling up in his throat.

"Y-yeah," he admits, thready. He can't be bothered to look out the window anymore, staring only at the bulge Swiss' hand makes in his jeans. "Fuck, just do it, fuckin' make me."

"Well, since you asked so nicely," Swiss lilts, one last taunt, and then the only sound filling the space around them is the wet squelch of skilled fingers plunging in and out of his tight little body.

It's perfect - the curve of Swiss' digits, the pressure against his sensitive little dick, the way Swiss rubs at that one spot inside that has Dew going boneless against Swiss' side. Huffing hot into his shirt, hair falling into his face and wafting in the breeze still flowing through the open windows. He can't stop grabbing at Swiss - his shirt, his arm, whatever he can reach. Skinny hips rolling against his palm in search of more, more, driving Swiss' fingers as deep as they'll go.

"C-close," he spits far too soon, every inch of him on fire and wound tight as a spring. Swiss gives his closes approximation of his usual purr, and Dew's thighs quiver. "Like...like that, just like that, shit -"

"Yeah?"

The hand still torturing his nipples stills, presses flat to Dew's chest. His fingers feel so perfect Dew can't handle it, on edge and covered in goosebumps.

"Give me a squeeze, baby," Swiss instructs, and Dew does. Clenches hard around those two wonderful digits and Swiss seems to predict the sound it'll drag from him, because the hand on his chest flies to cover Dew's mouth and catch his wail. "Fuck, that's my good boy," Swiss huffs, breathless in a way Dew adores even through his haze of pleasure. The other ghoul holds him close, keeps his mouth covered, and Dew scrabbles at the arm working him. "Now let me feel it cum for me."

Dew loses all sense of rhythm as Swiss curls his fingers one last time, hitting something that puts stars in his eyes and wrenches harsh moans from his throat, and with one perfect roll of Swiss' palm against his clit Dew's gone.

He's drooling against Swiss' palm when he comes down from the highest high, sweaty at his hairline and his cunt still snapping around Swiss' fingers. Holding him inside with the little ghoul rides out the aftershocks, breathing hard through his nose and blinking with one eye at a time. Swiss is muttering all sorts of nonsense into his hair, a litany of praise and wonderment that Dew cannot for the life of him understand but appreciates anyway.

Soon enough sensitivity sets in, and Dew hisses against Swiss' damp palm. Reaches up to peel his hand away with shaky fingers, squirming until Swiss gets the message and pulls out with care. There's a gush of warmth that follows, soaks into his briefs, and Dew heaves a sigh.

"Unholy shit," he slurs, collapsing back into his seat like a mound of jelly. "What the fuck, Swiss."

The other ghoul chuckles, and Dew rolls his neck just in time to watch Swiss pop his messy fingers into his mouth. Listens to Swiss suck them clean and groan at the taste of him.

"What?" He licks slick from his palm, exaggerated passes of his tongue that Dew finds himself fascinated by. "You said you wanted to get something outta this, right?" Dew blinks at him, brows scrunched together as he tried to make his brain work. "Just granting your wish, Sparky."

Swiss gives him a wink, and then he's leaning in for a quick kiss. Just a peck, really, before he's fastening Dew's jeans and putting his belt back into place. Smoothing his hair as best he can before he scoots back behind the wheel, lacing his fingers behind his head. Dew's fully back by the time he's done, very aware of their surroundings once more and ever so glad to see their activities seem to have gone unnoticed.

"Just in time, too," Swiss comments, nodding towards the store. Dew squits against the sun and sees the girls just leaving the building, Sunshine's arms full and Cumulus carrying what looks to be a single bag of chips. They're bumping into each other and giggling, Dew can tell even from across the lot, and his own smile curls into place.

"Damn," he laments, sitting up straighter. "Guess you'll have to wait 'til we get back for your turn, huh?"

He turns to give Swiss a playful wink, and finds Swiss looking...he isn't sure. Smug? Maybe? Hard to say.

"What's your problem?"

"Nothin'," he shrugs, eyes wrinkled at the corners. "Just find it funny that after so long you still don't know what you do to me."

Dew blinks as Swiss reaches over to grab his wrist, guiding to his crotch and -

"Oh no fuckin' way."

"Tell anyone and I won't eat you out for a month," Swiss threatens, but Dew's too busy enjoying the sizeable wet spot beneath his hand to care.

"We're ba-ack!" Cumulus calls once they're in earshot, and Dew gives Swiss a squeeze before he pulls back. Licks at his palm while Sunshine loads up the trunk, just to make the other ghoul suffer a little bit more. The back doors swing open and the girls slide inside. "You boys have fun without us?"

The nervous ghoul’s voice betrayed him as he half-moaned half-hissed when his hand brushed over the sensitive, clothed cock. The sex scene long gone, Dew looked over from the tank he was driving into traffic to see a whimpering, dishevelled Phantom looking horrified at his very noticeable erection. The older ghoul knew the other had been struggling to adjust topside but thought someone must’ve shown him the ropes of his new vessel by now, clearly he was mistaken and what a beautiful mistake it was.

Dew was the one shifting in his seat now, feeling a damp spot starting to form; he so desperately wanted to show Phantom the time of his life, show him just how much fun human bodies are, work him all the way up and watch him blissfully come down. “Hey Ant, you OK?” he asked with just a tinge of an ulterior motive. The quintessence ghoul whimpered in reply, covering his eyes in embarrassment and pointing at the bulge, he sulks, “‘m I dying, Dewy? It feels so weird.” Dew shudders at the nickname, no longer able to debate the ethics of what he’s about to do.

“Come to my room, there’s this thing I wanna try.” Dew offered, grinning at the new summon. Phantom was confused, Dew closely guarded his room as a temple for lovers and nothing else. In Phantom’s first days topside, he had accidentally entered the fire ghoul’s room (Swiss was not the best at teaching him how to read) and was met with a ferocious roar to get out! So why Dew would invite him to his room was a mystery, perhaps Aether left a healing remedy there?

Phantom nervously followed Dew to his room, wincing with each step providing the friction he felt so guilty about enjoying. The fire ghoul’s room was a sight to behold, dark walls illuminated by candles the ghoul no doubt lit with his magick, and a large bed that carried a sense of grandiose with its ebony headboard; red sheets contrasting with the dark wood. Dew asked the quivering ghoul to lock the door behind him, now Phantom was really worried, scrunching his eyes in concern: Was he possessed? Was Dew about to perform an exorcism? What was so bad that he had to be locked in a room?

Upon opening his eyes he was met with a stark naked fire ghoul stepping into a harness of some sort. I hope we’re not about to go rock climbing, Phantom thought to himself, still scared of heights after his summoning went awry. His eyes went wide when he saw Dew attach what looked like a dick to the harness, it looked so realistic; perhaps they were meant to be detachable and that’s why Phantom’s is feeling so odd. The young ghoul’s cock was still kicking in his trousers, forming a barely noticeable wet spot at the front. Whatever Dew was about to show him, he hoped and prayed to Satan below that it would fix his problem.

“What are you waiting for, baby bat? Clothes off and come over, need to show you a good time.” Phantom only tilted his head in response, prompting Dew to explain. “Has this really never happened before, bug?” He shakes his head, tears forming as the worry builds, “You’ve never hooked up with anyone topside, or even tugged yourself off?” Phantom gives another look of bewilderment and Dew can only respond with a look of hunger tinged with sympathy, tonight is going to be mind-blowing for the young ghoul.

Dew walks over and waves vaguely at Phantom’s boner then back at his strap, bobbing from the movement, “This is what happens when human vessels are horny and they want to make love. It’s completely normal and I’m going to take care of it for you, if you don’t mind?” he asks lovingly, gently cupping Phantom through his trousers as his own strap knocks into the taller ghoul’s thighs. Phantom nods as he moans into the touch, a sense of relief at the friction and Dew finally telling him everything’s alright. He also feels a hint of apprehension; what if he’s not good enough, what if he doesn’t know what to do, what if this is some big joke by Dew to rile him up and leave him high and dry?

The fire ghoul can sense his worry and reaches up to kiss Phantom, neck craning up as he tenderly strokes him through his trousers, determined to make his first orgasm his best. Phantom nearly doubles over at the stimulation, Dew catching him and guiding him towards the bed, “Undress and lay down for me, honey, on your back. Want to see your beautiful face.” The fire ghoul whispers as he positions himself at the bottom of the bed, popping open a bottle of lube and warming it with his ever-fiery palms, the last thing he needs is to scare the newbie away.

As Dew slicked up a finger and slowly teased Phantom’s exposed ring, the younger ghoul mewled, impatient and once again confused that his other waste organ was being used for sex. Confusion quickly melted into pure desire as Dew let a finger slip in, curling it and exploring the walls of the writhing ghoul. It wasn’t long before Phantom was a whimpering mess as Dew had two, then three fingers inside him, scissoring and occasionally brushing just past his prostate. The quintessence ghoul keened under the touch whining for more as he pushed back into the fire ghouls hot fingers. Dew could feel his own slick running down his legs as he took in the sight before him, writhing like a wild beast to be tamed, for Dew to own. He not-so-gracefully ground his dick against the mattress, anything to get some friction on his rock-hard clit.

“Such a good boy for me, Ant, taking my fingers so well, aren’t you hmm?” Dew whispered into his ears. Phantom cried out as Dew realised he’d found exactly what makes the new bug tick and boy was he happy to indulge. He pulled out, the young ghoul whining at the cold air now hitting his hole. “Gonna put my cock in you now darling, be a good girl for me and take it, yeah?” Phantom nodded like a puppy as Dew lined his sizeable cock up with the winking hole and pushed in inch-by-inch. When he bottomed out he reached forward to pull Phantom into a tantalisingly hot kiss, moving down to mark the young ghoul as his.

Dew begins to thrust into Phantom at a steady pace, his own cunt dripping now as the toy rocked against his tiny dick. The quintessence ghoul looked down at Dew, moaning as the cock hit his prostate over and over again, sweat running down the fire ghoul’s face, silky blond hair sticking to it, looking thoroughly fucked out. Phantom is unsure what to do with his hands, previously lying by his side, he’s too pent up to keep still now.

Dew thinks Phantom is just being a good boy for him, waiting for permission to touch himself, until he remembers, he’s never touched himself, he doesn’t know how to do it. The thought has him thrusting even faster as Phantom cants his hips up so Dew hits the spot that makes him feel so fuzzy inside.

The fire ghoul grins as he sputters out between moans, “Ah fuck, Phant you know you can touch ahh your dick, right?” Phantom begins to poke himself exploratively almost as one would knead focaccia, and yeah it feels alright but, “What’s all the fuss about, Dewy? Doesn’t feel as good as you do.”

“Oh baby bat you really are clueless, aren’t you?” Dew grunts staving off his orgasm in the pursuit of Phantom’s own, “Here, like this. Put your hand over mine OK?” Dew asks so sweetly one could forget he was balls deep in the younger ghoul, as he clasps a fist around Phantom’s weeping cock, applying just the right amount of pressure to make him whine a litany of ghoulish expletives. Phantom’s eyes glaze over as Dew guides his hand over his own, fist moving up and down in time with the fire ghoul’s thrusts. 

Now Phantom gets it, this is what the piss organ was really made for, the piss bit was just an accessory (it was, in fact, not just an accessory, as he later found out in a very wet session with Rain). He could feel something building, the pleasure increasing and he kinda did need to pee, why are humans so weird? he thought. Looking down he could see his cock continually leaking a slick, whitish fluid as both of their hands worked him up and down, “Fuck Dew, stop, needa aahhh, needa pee.” Phantom hurriedly said, worried for his bladder. “It’s alright baby, you’re not gonna piss yourself, just keep going and I promise what’s coming is so much better.” Dew hinted lovingly as he continued to jackhammer into Phantom, close himself.

It doesn’t take much, Dew’s surprised the new ghoul has lasted this long with the pressure of two hands stroking his cock and a dick in his pretty little ass. “You’re nearly there my brave boy, you can take it from here, just keep going.” The fire ghoul encourages as he cautiously removes his own hand from Phantom’s dick, instead placing the quintessence ghoul’s nipple between his finger and thumb deftly rolling it beneath them.

Phantom feels it, he’s going to piss himself. He decides to trust Dew, why would he lie to him after being so tender all evening? So as the older ghoul pinches his nipple, he continues to stroke himself, gasping at the feeling of his own cock beneath his calloused fingers. Almost in an instant it hits him, divine pleasure. Phantom scrunches his eyes shut as he writhes and shouts, cum spurting from his spent cock onto his stomach as he works himself through it, Dew still thrusting albeit at a slowed pace. The fire ghoul eventually slows to a stop, as does Phantom’s hand, overstimulation quickly setting in as the younger ghoul whines.

“You did such a good job for your first time, such an amazing fuck,” Dew giggled as he pulled out, “stay there, I’ll be right back” he promised as he walked over to the bathroom undoing the harness as he walked, quickly reappearing with a wet rag in his hand.

“Mmm that was so good, thanks Dewy.” Phantom called out. “See, bug, you didn’t piss yourself, huh?” Dew chuckles as he brings a washcloth to Phantom’s midriff, “Although if you’re into that I’m sure Rain would indulge.” He smirks. The new ghoul’s interest is piqued, but that’s a thought for another time.

Once Dew had delicately cleaned every inch of his and Phantom’s body, he joined the quintessence ghoul in bed, curling himself around Phantom's back. Suddenly a realisation hit the inexperienced ghoul, “Dewy, you didn’t spurt out the white stuff, did you not get the good feeling like I did?” He asked worriedly, how could he have been so selfish? “Oh bug, my anatomy isn't quite the same as yours, but no I didn’t have an orgasm. That doesn’t matter though, I got to see you have your very first and that means so much more to me than you could ever imagine.” Phantom can feel the older ghoul smiling into his shoulder, “You can always pay me back another day, hmm? Let’s call it a date!” He continues, genuinely enamoured by the younger ghoul’s self awareness, “But I’m sleepy now and I’m sure you must be too.” Phantom can only manage a hum of approval and a nod before he’s dozing off with Dew’s arms wrapped around him, his personal hot water bottle.

Just felt like putting winking hole in there to piss people off :) /lh

Speaking of piss, phantom is definitely into it and will find that out another time but for the minute let’s just revel in the bliss of him getting the piss/pleasure wires crossed during his first time and how that shapes his entire sexual identity for the rest of his life.

Also the tenses are almost certainly all over the place but just roll with it ok?