the normalest terzo fan

Swiss coos at him, using his other hand to run his fingers through Mountain’s hair. 

“I know baby. Had your little hole stretched out around my knots for so long now. You’re taking them so well though. My good boy aren’t you?” 

Mountain shudders as Swiss gives a shallow thrust, pushing both his cocks and knots deeper into him. 

“How-ah fuck- how much longer before they go down?” 

“Not long now.” Swiss hums and noses along the nape of Mountain’s neck. “Can feel them starting to deflate, finally.” 

True to his word, it only takes a few minutes before Swiss pulls out, his knots popping out one after the other with a wet squelching sound. Mountain moans at the gush of liquid that flows from him, trying to clench as best he can to stop it from leaking everywhere and making a mess. 

“Fuck look at that.” Swiss thumbs over his hole. “I filled you up so good. There’s so much leaking out.” He smears his cum around Mountain’s ass. 

Mountain whines in embarrassment, feeling his face flush red and his whole body heat up. 

“Swiss…” he trails off with a pathetic moan, loosing all train of thought at Swiss pets over his hole. He desperately tries to clench again, wanting nothing more to stop the cum flowing out of him and to stop Swiss teasing him the way he is. 

“Unholy fuck.” Swiss gasp out. “Do that again. Try and clench again.” 

Mountain clenches again and there’s a wet bubbling sound as the air escapes him. Swiss gasps again from behind him. 

“Jesus Christ Mount.” He pushes his his thumb against his hole, circling it around his rim. “You can’t even close-“ He lets out a shaky moan. “Baby, you’re gaping.” 

Mountain lets out a gasp as Swiss pushes his thumb into him. His cock, which never really want soft in the first place, kicks against his belly and fills out even more.  “S-swiss, don’t tease me, sore.” 

That only seems to spur Swiss on even more and Mountain can feel him smile again his shoulder.  “Yeah baby? Feeling sore? I got you so stretched out and open it hurts?” 

Swiss pushes two fingers into making a wet squelching sound and more cum dribbles out around his fingers. Mountain moans, arching his back. 

“You’re so loose- fuck- holy shit, Mount.” Swiss scissors his fingers and watches as Mountain’s hole opens easily even more, more cum spilling from him and pooling under his ass. 

“You’re so fucked out and open. I really ruined you, huh? I really got your tight little hole stretched and and ruined for anyone else.” 

Mountain cries out, his hips and his cock twitching in unison. It hurts, Satan below it hurts, but it’s the kind of pain that’s addictive, that has you begging for more. Like pressing your fingertips into a bruise or digging your nails into an open wound. It makes a Mountain feel weak, powerless against Swiss’ fingers. 

“Fuck.” Swiss teases the tips of four finger’s against Mountain’s rim. “I bet I could get my whole hand in you right now.” 

Mountain groans and buries his head into the pillow, his back arching even more.  “Do it.” 

Swiss pauses, a little take back.  “What?” 

“Do it.” Mountain sobs onto the pillow. “Fuck me with your hand. Please, need it.”

Swiss bites his lips and suppresses a moan, feeling both of cock kick and fill up a little in interest. He rummages around in the bed sheets looking for the lube that got disregarded before. He finds it easily and pours a generous amount over his hand. 

“I don’t even think you’d need the extra lube.” He laughs lightly to himself. “You’re so wet already, I could just slip it right in.” 

He pushes his four fingers in, tucking his thumb in as well. He sinks in up until his knuckles, watching in fascination at Mountain stretches so easily around him. He stops at his knuckles, giving Mountain a second to adjust and an out for ifs too much for him to handle. 

Mountain just whimpers, his hips twitching as he fidgets and grips at the bed sheets below him.  “Swiss, please. More, more please.” 

Swiss doesn’t say anything, just squeezes at Mountain’s shoulder and sinks his fist in deeper. Mountain moans as he feels each hard ridge of Swiss knuckles pop into him until Swiss has his whole fist inside him. 

He feels so full, so incredibly full. It’s like there isn’t even room for his lungs to expand properly for him to breathe. His head spins, his whole body feels hot, too hot, and he knows the a Sheen of sweet covering him. 

“I wish you could see how hot this looks.” Swiss pants behind him. “You’re absolutely amazing, baby’s I can’t believe you’re letting me do this.” 

Swiss pulls his hand back out slowly, letting Mountain’s rim stretch back over the thickest part of hand, back over the knuckles. Mountain makes a pained moan when he pushes his hand all the back in, right up until his wrist. 

“Swiss-Swiss, I’m gunna- fuck I feel so full. It’s so- it’s so much, I can’t.” Mountain wails, holding onto the sheets like a lifeline. 

“Gunna cum already, baby? From being stretched out and used by me?” Swiss speeds up, punching in and off Mountain making a slick wet pop with each thrust. 

“I’m- I’m so close. I need- I’m gunna-gunna-oh” Mountain cuts himself off with a  high pitched feminine moan, arching his back into Swiss. 

“Well, I was watching a video-“

“Porn.” Swiss interrupts.

Mountain glares at him.

“I was watching a video-“

“Porn.” Swiss interrupts again.

“Fine.” Mountain hisses. “I was watching porn.”

Swiss smirk's in satisfaction.

“Go on. Tell me what happened in this porn video for you to come to me.”

Mountain blushes.

“Well um- this guy was fisting his girlfriend. But he was using two hands. In one hole.”

Swiss stares at him in shock.

“Shit.”

Mountain blushes deeper.

“Yeah.”

Swiss sits up, suddenly interested in where this might go.

“And you want me to do that to you?”

Mountain nods.

“You know that’s going to take a lot of prep, right? We might not get to that today.”

Mountain blushes down to his neck.

“I might have already prepped. I might have been prepping all afternoon.”

Swiss feels shocked again. It’s always the quiet ones that shock him the most.

“What on earth did you use that would be big enough to prep for something like that.”

“A traffic cone.”

Swiss feels his eyebrows shoot up.

“I’m sorry, what?!”

Mountain giggles.

“The traffic cone dildo that our resident size queen Rain has stashed away in his room. I stole it. And used it. All afternoon.”

Swiss shakes his head in disbelief.

“That doesn’t clear anything up.”

Mountain sighs, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“Look, will you do it or not? Because I can ask Aether-“

“Don’t you dare.” Swiss growls. “Get on the bed.”

Mountain flops onto the bed and flips onto his back. Swiss crawls between his legs, pulling mountain in for a filthy kiss.

“You’re nasty. You know that, right?”

Mountain pouts at him, giving him his best puppy eyes.

“I’m not nasty.”

“Oh, but you are.” Swiss replies. “One fist wasn’t enough for you, huh? You need two now? That’s nasty, baby.”

Mountain whines, shaking his head. Swiss chuckles at him, running his thumbs along Mountain’s cheek bones.

“And it’s greedy. Such a greedy boy, hmm? I really ruined you that much, you can’t be satisfied until you’re fully stretched out? Just need to be stuffed full all the time.”

“Please.” Mountain pants out. “Need it. Wanna be so full again. Wanna feel like you’re still inside me when I’m sat on my drum stool.”

“Oh fuck, sunflower.” Swiss groans, pulling Mountain in for another kiss. “Need you to strip. Right now.”

Mountain shimmy’s out of his clothes, Swiss helping him with his trousers. He hadn’t put his underwear back on, figuring there was no point it he’d only be taking them back again minutes later.

“Fuck, look at you.” Swiss breathes out in awe. He pulls Mountain’s legs apart desperate to get a look at Mountain’s Cunt.

He’s already wet, slick dripping between his folds and onto the bed. Swiss reached up to rub at his clit, watching as his cunt clenches and twitches around nothing.

“Fuck, you’re already gaping.”

Mountain hums, letting out a little gasp as Swiss rubs a little harder.

“Wanted to do it properly.”

Swiss can’t help pushing three fingers into Mountain, feeling absolutely no stretch or resistance round the digits.

“Satan.” He whispers as he slowing starts to thrust his fingers. “You really did do a good job.”

He adds a forth followed by his thumb and he’s up to his knuckles before Mountain groans, rocking his hips down.

“More. Swiss, please, need more.” He gasps. “I can take it, I promise.”

“Fuck.” Swiss wiggles the rest of his hand in, watching as it gets swallowed up to his wrist. “That’s one, baby.”

“The other.” Mountain gasps, still rocking his hips down to get Swiss even deeper in him. “Put the other in. Please, I need it. Need to be full.”

“Yeah, yeah. Okay.” Swiss is in too much awe to form proper words. “Gunna give you exactly what you want. You’re gunna feel me for days. Feel me stretching your pussy out whenever you move.”

He slides two fingers in along his wrist, finally feeling the stretch and tightness. Mountain writhes against the bed, his head rolling back as he lets out a low moan.

“More. Please. Keep going, don’t stop.”

“Baby, I gotta go slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Mountain lets out a loud groan, feeling his cunt clench just at the thought.

“Please. Please, hurt me. I want it. Want to feel you for days. Need you to keep ruining me.”

Swiss groans, sliding a third finger along with the rest.

“I’m gunna ruin you. Ruin you for everyone else. I’ll be the only one that will be able to fuck you, that will be able to fill you properly.”

“Yes, yes, Swiss please. Only want you. Need you. Need you to destroy me, make me yours.”

Mountain babbles out more but Swiss stops paying attention, his focus drawn to where soon to be both of his hands are disappearing into Mountain.

He pushes in a forth finger, there’s a little more resistance now, he has to actually work it in instead of it just effortlessly sliding in like the other had. Mountain doesn’t seem to notice, he just pulls his legs further apart and babbles out about wanting more.

Swiss manages to get all five of his fingers in up to the knuckle before Mountain sucks in a harsh breath, his long fingers flying down to rub vigorously at his clit.

“Shit.” He gasps. “I think I might cum.”

Swiss looks at him in shock.

“Already?”

Mountain nods, biting his lip as he throws his head back with a groan.

“Yeah. Shit, I can’t stop it. Swiss, I’m- fuck- cumming. I’m cumming.”

Swiss shoves the rest of his hand all the way in, no warning, feeling Mountain’’s rim stretch around him. Mountains eyes widen before rolling back into the back his skull, his jaw clenches then drops open with a low moan. He feels himself throb hard around Swiss’ hands before clenching around him impossibly tight as the first wave of his orgasm washes over him.

Swiss fucks both his hands in at the same time, fucking Mountain through his orgasm. Mountain’s stomach heaves as he shakes with the intensity of it. He can feel himself dripping around Swiss’ hands, the slick sound of them being fucked into him echos around the room.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Swiss. I can’t. So full-so-I’m-full. So full.” Mountain cries, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Satan, look at you.” Swiss hisses. “Stuffed completely full. Stretching you out so nicely.” He fucks both his hands in opposite time to each other. “Does that feel good? Do you like having both my hands in you?”

“Yeah. Yeah, so good. Feels so good.” Mountain pants, feeling his head get fuzzy. “I-I can feel you in my stomach.”

“Hmm, I can see I’m in your stomach.” Swiss flexes his hands, making the bulge in Mountain’s belly more obvious. “Look at that. Making such a big bump in your belly.”

Mountain whimpers as he comes down from his high, his thighs still shaking. He feels out of breath, like his lungs won’t inflate properly. He’s not sure of that’s from how full he is or how fucked out he feels.

He lets out a breathy giggle.

“I can’t believe I took both your hands.”

“Oh, baby.” Swiss coos. “You’re at two and a half.” He wiggles his fingers inside to emphasise. “But don’t worry. I’m not stopping until I’m elbow deep with both hands.”

His insatiable sexual appetite can be too much for anyone to handle, but you try, and you are so used to the fucking by now that you get wet almost involuntarily when you see him.

He fucks you anytime he has the chance - in the corners and alcoves of the abbey, the kitchen, the old library, that one secluded area in the garden, the confessional. You can't name a place in the whole church where he hasn't fucked you senseless. But somehow, he always finds a new area.

Siblings complain about the constant screaming and moaning coming from the Papal suites. They can't sleep. For a week or so, Sister Imperator had gotten involved, but the truth is that the Clergy doesn't really give a shit about what any Papa is doing behind closed doors, so it continues.

No matter how torturous his affections, you love to feel his skin against you, the warmth of his ragged voice beside your ear, the filthy praises he loves to use, and his constant need for domination and control.

"You'd never leave me right, amore mio? Even if I'm not- hmph - fucking perfect? You're all mine-fuck-all mine..." He asks as he thrusts into you so deep from behind that you feel your heart will burst. Only thing you can do is nonsensically babble in between gasps and shake your head. How you swallow his pain is almost addicting. You wonder if he feels your own just as intensely.

He feels guilty sometimes if he's been too rough with you and shows little gestures - showering you with gifts, bringing you food, singing your favorite songs.

He promises he'll give you a break, that he just can't help himself around you.

He’s still talking but you’re admiring his small, button nose, how his brunette locks shape his face and his bright smile. You can’t help but think his face is a little too smooth, though. Has this boy been through anything meaningful? Has he suffered at all in his shiny little life? Your mind drifts back to Terzo’s rough hands and how they felt on you earlier that day. He forced you to your knees and it was clear that it wasn’t the first time he’s done so. You can still taste him on your tongue.

“You haven’t told me about your job! Aren’t you like an assistant?” Dylan snaps you out of it and you offer a shy smile.

“Yeah! I had to get out of that call center, man. It was like draining my life force. Not that this isn’t difficult but it’s nice to not be yelled at by some rando on the phone for hours a day.” You toy with your glass of wine.

“So, like what do you assist in? Is it just you?”

Huh. You’ve never really explained exactly what you do to anyone. Not even Catherine or Erica — you only really focused on Him. That won’t go over too well in this situation, will it?

“It’s just me and it’s mainly house maintenance right now. My boss’ place was a disaster when I started.” Perhaps the most watered down description of your job.

“So you’re like… you’ve cleaned it up?” There’s judgment in his voice that’s immediately sobering. He stares at you blankly.

“I guess I meant more like projects. The last big one was fixing up his yard. I had to manage the budget and scheduling of the landscapers and stuff.” Your voice is flat.

“Oh, okay gotcha.” Dylan nods and he is back to smiling. You’re seething on the inside. Was your answer acceptable to him? “What’s your boss like? Is he a guy?”

What the.

“Yeah, he’s a guy. He’s a little weird. Definitely eccentric. I’ve tried not to pry too much into his personal life, you know. Boundaries and all that, but when I first started he had me sort out some of his things and it looked like he used to be the lead singer in a band.” Another oddly phrased question. At least now you’ve been prompted to bring up the man you haven’t been able to stop thinking about.

“Oh, shit! That sounds awesome! What band?”

Oh, do you hesitate. A long silence stretches between you two.

“I’m… I’m not sure I should say. I don’t want to blow up his spot or anything.” You’re sheepish suddenly and Dylan notices.

“Aw, come on. Who am I gonna tell?” A good question. You drum your fingers on the table, thinking about how you’ve never really told anyone who your boss actually is.

“Catherine will tell me if she finds out.” A warning, last one until the big reveal. Dylan nods enthusiastically, some of his hairs falling into his forehead. For a split second you think that maybe if you were younger with much less life experience perhaps he would be perfect for you. But you know too much and you know that he wouldn’t be able to give you what you want. “It was Ghost.”

“Oh.” He makes a face and leans back in his chair.

“Oh? Sorry, is that not impressive enough?”

“No, no. It’s still cool. They’re just… I don’t know.”

Do you continue this conversation? Do you care what he thinks? You don’t…but your curiosity gets the better of you.

“What is it, Dylan? Are they lame? I’ve tried to… you know, not dig too deep into it because I feel like that would affect my professionalism.” That and you didn’t want to completely pry into the man’s life.

“Oh, I get that. Uhhh, I mean they’re not REALLY metal. They say they’re metal but they’re not so it’s just a little weird.” He shrugs and crosses his arms. You knit your brows together because you have absolutely no idea what he’s talking about.

“Right. Okay.”

“Yeah, I mean, they are basically like pop. Not metal, not at all.” He sounds so impassioned and you nod along but it feels inappropriate. Why is he so pressed? It turns you off even more and you do everything in your power to get this date wrapped up. You are done drinking and you’re too full for dessert. Responses shorten and eventually you’re out front on the sidewalk waiting for an Uber. Dylan has insisted on waiting with you and hovers just a bit too closely by your side. He seems a little oblivious to how this date has gone, bless his heart.

“Well, this is me.” Awkward, so awkward. You move to get into the car but Dylan stops you by your arm and leans in for a kiss. It’s truly over before it starts, a quick peck before he pulls away with a smirk. You are dying on the inside.

“We’ll hang out again soon, yeah?”

“Sure. Yes.” You lie and hurry into the Uber, wanting nothing more than this wretched day to finally end.

Terzo blinks awake. The cool air of the night pricks his cheeks. Leaves crunch beneath his soggy socks. He coughs, blood spilling from his mouth and splattering on his thick chest hair. A robe hangs loosely from his shoulders. Terzo’s eyes drift down to his hand to see he’s wearing his black gloves with sharp, golden nails. He squints and there’s something black stuck to one of the points. Gaze drifts to where he is. His driveway. A breeze rolls by that sends shivers down his spine as his eyes focus on your car.

He’s slashed one of your tires.

Terzo cackles wildly upon this realization. This is new even for him and his weird, otherworldly tendencies. Could be straight up mental illness. He takes a few lumbering steps forward before crouching to eye the tire, surveying the damage. Completely shredded with the rim touching the ground. There’s a familiar buzzing in his skull, a buzz that he used to get while performing. How far he had fallen. Still, he’s delighted with himself. A fitting punishment for the way you crushed him earlier. What hubris you had for leaving your car on his property. Rage shoots through him for a quick moment, the thought of you spending the night with your date crossing his mind. Would this boy drop you off in the morning? He could plan for that.

In his fits of unsatisfying sleep, ideas for being cruel sprang to his mind. He’s settled on ignoring you for most of tomorrow, to have you toil away waiting for any kind of attention but to no avail. Terzo would be watching you the whole day, of course, hidden away in dark corners and peering down from atop the grand staircase. He has always been the best at sneaking around undetected out of all of his brothers, having avoided so many moments where his father could have reamed him out due to this expertise. Primo and Secondo weren’t so lucky.

Sharp pang in his chest from thinking about them.

No, no. He must focus on you. He pushes the thoughts back to the void. You’ll be trapped here at the end of your workday because of this, wouldn’t you? That’s when he’ll reveal himself. He’ll torture you. Tease the information of your date out of you.

How well could it have gone when you are so devoted to him?

The house is cold without him, a shiver running down your spine every time you found yourself in a dark corridor. You try to keep your thoughts to a minimum and are somewhat thankful that the contractor was able to come today. He’s a quiet man but seems to enjoy your cheerfulness which breathes life into an otherwise miserable day. Between directions and answering questions, you would wander the first floor and hover by the stairs, listening for any signs of life only to hear silence. The last time you saw him flits through your mind — the pressure of the hand on your neck that forced you to the ground seconds after he angrily spat in your face seconds after he kissed you. What the hell. You should be furious at him for treating you that way, for leaping over the carefully placed boundaries the two of you have been dancing around for weeks.

But instead you sigh dreamily. You burn for him. Cheeks grow hot just from thinking about his rough hands on you. You hope he’s okay. And you’re sure he is, he’s a big boy.

The fact that you’re more worried about his feelings than you are about potentially losing your job over this is not lost on you. You’ve lived in constant fear of getting fired over the smallest mistakes since the start of this job but you are oddly calm about this situation. This feels like a natural progression. There was going to be a time where you had to confront this strange connection and you would rather it happen sooner rather than later with the way things have been going. As painful as it would be (emotionally AND financially) to say goodbye to him maybe it would be best for it be sooner rather than later.

The day goes by at a painfully slow pace with no sign of him. Anxiety builds and builds as you watch your clock tick down on your phone. You’ve taken to painstakingly wiping down every single mirror on the first floor (there is an absurd amount of them) because it takes up time and gives you something to focus one. After a while interacting with the contractor becomes painful for you, too heightened to be able to function in a normal social setting. You send him home early with a smile, being Friday and all, and you continue carrying out your mirror mission. This takes you to around 4:30 at which point you say “fuck it” and decide it’s time for bed! What is the point of even being here anymore when you could be under your comforter with a pint of chocolate chip ice cream as you ponder your existence?

It was an easy decision.

You meander out the front door, making sure not to slam it shut but have it at least be somewhat loud to announce your exit. Yes, you are stooping that low. A quick wave of relief washes over you because you made it. The day is over and while the issue looms you are at least out of his domain. Car keys jingle in your pocket. You make quick work of the walk from the porch to your car until the state of your tire stops you in your tracks.

“Oh my god!” You’re in disbelief. It’s like an animal chewed through the rubber. Your rim is on the ground. Tears start to well up in your eyes. This is it. This is the thing that’s pushed you over the edge today. A frustrated screech bubbles up your chest.

“Come back inside.”

You freeze as soon as you hear his voice. Spinning on heel, you turn to face him. He’s standing with his arms crossed, leaning against a column on the porch. His dress shirt is the darkest black you’ve ever seen, partially unbuttoned to show off thick chest hair and cut slacks show off his strong thighs. Did he get dressed up for you? His paint is crisp and hair is slicked back neatly. Fuck, he looks good*.*

“I can get an Uber?” A question as if you’re asking him permission, taking a few tentative steps towards him.

“Hmmm. No. I’ll call you a driver.” A rough response but you can’t help but feel warmth blossom in the pit of your stomach. “Get back inside.” Terzo growls, his gaze stern and pointed. He leaves you alone in his front yard. You feel silly by how hard your heart hammers in your chest but this is what you’ve been wanting all day. A moment passes by and you work up your courage to go inside and take your punishment. Thoughts of your shredded tire fade.

You walk inside the foyer and follow the sound of clinking glasses, finding him at the bar in the den. Terzo’s gaze falls to you then he directs you to the couch with his eyes. You silently follow the order and sit on one of the couch cushions furthest away from him. There’s a lump in your throat, fidgeting with your hands as you wait for him to join you. Eventually he turns around to face you with two drinks in his hand, one a red martini with a lime green umbrella and the other a pint full of something gross looking - not beer but still brown? His face is blank and you try to match his energy but it’s hard to keep your blush at bay. You reach out to take the martini from him but he pulls it back out of your grasp and instead presses the pint into your hand. The smell fills your nostrils: whiskey. Yuck. He runs a hand through his hair as he takes a seat on the other side of the couch, allowing for plenty of space between you two.

“You’ve called the driver already, right?”

“Yes.” He rolls his eyes but you’re still not sure you believe him.

Terzo’s arm stretches across the back of the couch, gloves just brushing your shoulder. Your grip on your whiskey tightens. This isn’t his usual charming aloofness, there’s something cold and cruel bubbling beneath the surface. Still, you want nothing more than to speak to him, even if he’s obviously pissed at you. He lifts his other hand up to his face, admiring the sharp golden nails adorned to his leather gloves. Eyes slowly drag from them to settle on you, gaze so piercing and yet uninterested in you.

“So, you had him pick you up here, si?”

“Yeah, but—“

“Drink.” He points at your glass and narrows his eyes. Not playing around. You do as he says and take a sip. “Keep drinking.” Lip twitches in a faint show of satisfaction as you bring the glass up back to your lips and take a deep gulp. There’s delight in his eyes and you’re more than happy to play the game just to see more of it. Your eyes twitch and you cough once you set the glass, the whiskey burns your throat.

“It was convenient for him.” Words are rough from the sting of alcohol.

“Ohh, was it now?” Terzo growls and digs his nails into the couch, tearing into the fabric. The sound gives you goosebumps. You open your mouth but he’s too quick. “Finish your drink.” He snaps, daggers for eyes that sends a chill down your spine. You swallow thickly and toy with your glass with the tips of your fingers before bringing it back up to your lips. Head tips back, the room swirls and you swallow down the rest of the liquid.

“Gross. Ugh.” Grimacing as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “It’s less of a drive for him and I’m a pushover, okay?” You sigh, only partially joking. His eyes noticeably soften. You sink deeper into the cushion. “I said yes to this date because it was with my best friend’s older brother who I’ve known forever and I’ve always had a crush on him.” Terzo’s fingers shift from the couch to your shoulder, his nails just short of tearing through your shirt, his anger coming back up to a simmer just below the surface, but you continue on unafraid.

“I had to see what would happen. You have to understand… you build the thing up in your head as something perfect and special but then when you actually actually experience it…” You deflate and you eyes wander away from him, wanting to look anywhere else. “It’s never as good as you imagined it. Plus, he was a garbage kisser.” You immediately regret the words as soon as you say them. They hang heavy in the air and the air catches in your lungs. You feel him shift on the couch but you can’t bring yourself to look until his his hand curls around by back of your neck and forces you to look at him. Eyes sharp like knives.

“You let him kiss you.” A statement, not a question. Terzo makes you watch as he slinks closer to you. There’s like a current coming off of him right now that has you paralyzed even though you so badly want to protest. You whimper, words getting caught in your throat as he reaches for you. He grabs you by your waist with the tips of his claws poking against your skin, that delicious danger teasing you as always. “How did it compare?” Terzo trills, a charming smile with vicious edge. Hoo boy. Blood rushes to your cheeks.

“It didn’t compare at all.” You whisper as you try to sink as far into the couch as possible. Not because you don’t want to be close to him but you’re confused. Everything about this feels like a trap, like one wrong answer could set him alight but you’re not exactly fighting it. Instincts are telling you to run but you stay exactly where you are. Terzo’s hand drift up your sides, suggestively squeezing you in all the right places until he’s holding you by your shoulders. He’s smiling wider than before and there’s glee in his eyes — he’s pleased with you. A torrent of heat shoots through your core. He doesn’t say anything, merely taking in your reactions to his touches. His finger tips glide across your top, nearly clipping right through it until his hands settle around your throat. He squeezes just enough to make you gasp for air, then leans in to you, pressing his forehead against yours. You can feel his hot breath on your lips.

Tease.

“I could hurt you.” Terzo muses against your lips, lashes fluttering and eyes wide. There’s a slight tug at the corner of his mouth. Silence passes comfortably between the both of you as you take in each other’s breaths and warmth.

“I know. I’m… afraid of that. But it’s why I’m here.” You feel drunk, the words just tumbling out of you but you don’t care anymore. He is so close to kissing you that you can nearly taste him but instead he pulls away with a wry smile.

“Your glass is empty.” Terzo snickers and then jumps up in a way that can only be described as cat-like, snatching the glass from your hands. You’re left hot and bothered as he turns his back to you to saunter over to the bar. Alone with your thoughts while you watch him pour you another generous whiskey. Oh no. Oh no. You can still taste it on your tongue and it is not for you. But when he turns around with the warmth and charm you’ve been wanting all doubts are gone. You’re going to be messy tonight and that’s just that. When he turns back to face you he’s at least given you half of what he did the first time, walking slowly over to where you’re sitting on the couch.

He looms over you as your eyes drift up to meet his gaze and he audibly growls. You suck in a sharp breath, your nails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. Terzo lifts a hand up and brushes his thumb along your jaw before tilting your chin up. He brings the glass to your lips and tips it back. You part your lips, the whiskey burning as it spills down your throat. He continues to pour until you can’t keep up with it and it leaks out of your mouth and down your cheeks. You gasp and he flings the glass down onto the side table as he crushes his mouth against yours, unable to keep away from you any longer.

And you certainly don’t care that he all but purrs into your mouth, soft lips moving against yours. He cups your face with his gloved hands, leather thumbs caressing your cheekbones as he slips onto the couch beside you without breaking the kiss. Fingers curl around his wrist and you press in close to him, losing yourself in how he tastes. His velvety tongue probes your mouth as the kiss grows in intensity. Deep pants try to keep your feet on the ground but you’re off in space, exhaustion and comfort mixing in a way that has you floating. Terzo pulls away from the kiss and you can hardly open your eyes. He gently guides your head to his chest, stroking his fingers through your hair.

“You never called me a driver did you?”

“Oh no. Never considered it.” Terzo squeezes you in his arms.

Oh, he’s so warm. A rumbling groan falls from your lips as his wraps his arms around you, just holding you there. Your limbs relax and you sink deeper into his chest as he starts to rubs up and down your back. In that moment you know you’re a goner. A deep, sleepy sigh falls from your lips and in a matter of minutes you are out cold.

Terzo almost feels guilty for being such an ass. Almost. He feels for you, he can relate to realizing that something isn’t all it was cracked out to be. At least for you it was a childhood crush and not being raised for one person. But still, he was a tad mean wasn’t he? It was necessary and the tension… the tension had been so delicious. Watching you squirm under his intense stare. And you just did what he said, unquestioningly, even when had you drink and drink and drink. Adrenaline is pumping through him and he struggles to contain himself— he must not go any further, despite how tempted he is. He could get away with it. You’re so soft, so pliable and so wanting. Terzo can feel the heat radiating off of you, no doubt from the alcohol and your closeness. He could slip his hand between your thighs and give you exactly what you want.

But it wouldn’t be fair to you. Terzo wants you coherent and focused when he takes you. Plus you’re adorably snuggled against him right now, your soft breaths against his chest. He’s longed for this and you did not disappoint. Wait a minute. Are you sleeping? He is about to fall apart, his arms wrapping so much tighter around you. The urge to keep you safe, to keep you here and never let you leave overcomes him*.* He squeezes your hand that is clutched to his chest and then gingerly picks it up and places it back in your lap.

“Sleepy?”

You lift your heavy head to look at him and good god do you want to be asleep right now. A tender smiles breaks out across his face as he swipes some of your hair from your eyes. A stark contrast from how close he had just been to strangling you.

“Take the guest room tonight, puffetta. I will bring you some clothes.” Terzo pulls himself to his feet. “Meet you up there.” He’s so soft, so different than how torturous he was of you earlier. You’re sure he’s heard what he’s wanted to hear from you but he’s unpredictable. Something you liked about him. There’s an unknown darkness that lies beneath his charm and good looks and it calls out to you. You’ve never felt this way about anyone. How could you ever get away now?

You blink and realize that you’re alone. You’ve been alone. Oh shit. Scrambling off of the couch, you trip over your own feet with the effects of the whiskey hitting you hard.

Ah, the guest room. A cramped space with antique furniture that could use some time and attention. The overall theme of the room is… dust. You’ve brought up having the dresser refinished or even repainted and replacing the peeling wallpaper but it’s low on the list of priorities. You push the door shut and give a soft sigh of relief. Shoes come off. A lamp on the bedside table barely illuminates the room and a folded pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt are waiting for you on the bed. Eyes scan over the remainder of the comforter and pillows, wondering if anyone had ever slept here. You can’t help the feeling that you’re being watched but maybe the fact that you’re about to wear your boss’ clothes isn’t meshing well with the practically decaying room.

“Whatever.” You huff to yourself and undress with the grace of a toddler, kicking your pants off and throwing your removed clothes into a pile on the ground. Sitting down on the bed, you pull up the sweatpants and they are loose as they settle around your waist. The shirt slips over your head and swallows up your upper body. Did he purposely give you his largest clothing to make you feel small? It is so cozy, though. You wrap your arms around your body and flop back onto the bed, sinking into the softness of the blankets. Comfortable heat spreads across your skin from buzz of the alcohol. Limbs go limp and your eyelids grow heavy, a deep sigh falling from your lips. Fading fast.

The piercing ring of the rotary phone cracks through the air and you jolt upright and wide awake. What the? You don’t remember seeing it when you came in and it’s not like it blends in — it’s bright red with intricate black etchings along the base and the handle of the receiver. Not a speck of dust on it. The phone rings again, somehow louder and more harmful to your ears than before. You blink and suddenly you’re standing directly in front of the dresser with one hand curled around the receiver. Heart is pounding in your chest and ears. Something is calling out to you. Answer it. Answer it. Answerit. answeritansweritansweritanswerit.

You pick up the phone to silence. Then chittering. The receiver is hot on your cheek. Something pricks your ear but you can’t pull away. There’s a squelch. A screech. More screaming. It only gets louder and louder, needles in your ears, pain shooting through your brain. You can’t breathe. You twirl the phone cord around your fingers and shuffle your bare feet against the cold floor, the only thing you’re able to get your body to do other than press the phone so hard against your head. The closer you listen to the screams the more familiar they get, growing in intensity, pain and volume. Burning, the receiver is burning now and yet you can’t move, you can’t get any relief. The phone cord is nearly completely tangled around your wrist and you’re sweating, gasping for breath, and crying without even realizing it. The screams finally subside, replaced by a cold, dead silence.

You hang up the phone.

It's not often that Rain comes to him like this, sweating and panting, chest rising and falling too fast to be comfortable.

The scent hits like a perfectly thrown punch, a kick in the teeth and his nostrils flare and his fangs ache. It's like a storm moving in, salt thick on the air as the waves rush to the shore and back out again, teasing, gaining strength.

He doesn't say anything, he doesn't have to. Swiss can see the way he shakes, the way his knees want to buckle and have Rain on the floor before Swiss, pressing his face to his cock, mouthing at him through his pants.

He doesn't let him, not yet anyway. Rain so desperate is a rare treat, one he intends to savor fully, one he plans to break apart layer by later, touching and tasting, unhurried and unfazed by the begging he'll undoubtedly hear.

Swiss lays him out and takes his time undressing him, mouths pressed tight, sharing breath as Swiss' fingers move expertly down the buttons of his shirt. Rain jumps, gasps into his mouth at the slightest brush of his fingers over his too hot skin, over the stiff peaks of his nipples.

He'd told Swiss once it was like lighting dancing across his skin whenever he touched him, hot and almost too much but he loved it, needed it. He liked the storm in his fingertips, that clenched fist rage that sat just below the surface. It made Rain feel safe, understood, he didn't have to worry here, a storm meeting a storm, neither stronger than the other.

Swiss kisses down his jaw, down to his gills and he teases with his tongue, licks in just enough for them to flutter, for Rains thighs to part just a little more, for him to bare his throat the way he so rarely does. He gives it to Swiss, shows him without words that he's earned it, he has his trust.

He drags his fangs over Rain's collar bones, nips at the skin and Rain rolls his hips. Swiss can feel how close he is to begging, how desperate he is already but part of the fun is how hard he fights, how he'll hold out as long as possible, fangs in his lips to keep himself silent.

Swiss licks over his nipple, pinches it between his teeth to make Rain hiss, to make his hands fly to grip into his hair. He licks across his chest to the other one, biting just a little harder and he feels Rain's stomach tighten, feels the second his breathing changes.

He drops his hands to his pants, tugging them over his hips slowly, taking in every inch of skin as he exposes it. They are soaked through, his thighs shiny with slick and his cock sits heavy, steel hard and dripping and Swiss knows it hurts and he smiles, he wants it to.

He digs his fingers into his thighs, pushes them open, nuzzles his cheek against one sweetly. He feels the muscles flex as Rain tries to stay still, tries to keep himself from wrapping his legs around Swiss and taking.

That's a game for another time. Right now they both know what he wants.

He's wet enough to ease a finger inside of him without being met with hesitation, his body open and ready to welcome Swiss inside, needing him there to ease the ache. His hips jump and Swiss pins him with his other hand.

He drags his tongue from the slit of his cock down behind his balls, laps at the slick and works his tongue in beside his finger.

The gut punched sound it draws out is his favorite, something guttural, primal, unrefined and so unlike Rain, so beneath the beautifully ethereal creature.

It almost makes him seem human, fragile, and Swiss digs his fingers into his hip and fucks into him harder, adding another finger to work him open further.

The taste of him is something Swiss couldn't put to words if he tried. The sea, the way the air tastes before a hurricane, sun kissed sand, something deeper, earthier, something that only resides in Rain while he's burning like this, an aching open wound desperate for Swiss to fill it however he sees fit.

Swiss let's go of his hip in favor of stroking his cock, a firm grip from root to tip, dragging his fingers through the pearls of pre dripping, spilling, always so much and Swiss wants to drink him down.

He fucks his fingers up hard, twists and curls them until Rain cums in his hand, spilling down over his knuckles.

"Swiss...Swiss fuck please-"

And he grins, sharp and still hidden down against him, still swirling his tongue and tasting him.

"Shh baby." He licks over his balls, teases the sensitive skin there before following the thick vein up.

Rain digs his fingers into his hair, grips hard, tries to move him or keep him still he doesn't know, holds on for dear life because he thinks he might float away.

"Need-"

"I'll tell you what you need." He growls low, the only warning he'll allow. He glances up, finds lust blown black eyes peering down at him, the pretty cerulean blush on his cheeks, lips red from where he has bitten them. "I'll give you what you need."

He kisses up his hips, up over his belly button, the sharp curve of his waist higher higher higher until he tastes the little pinprick rubies of blood on his lips, until he smears them across his own lips, licks and bites, needs every bit of Rain he can have.

"Swiss...pants .. please let me touch you need-"

He grabs his wrists and pins them over his head roughly, digging his fingerprints into his skin. "What did I just say?"

Rain snaps his teeth and Swiss laughs, grips his chin with his free hand and wrenches his jaw open so he can force two fingers in, pressing and petting his tongue.

"I'd watch that mouth if I were you. I want to give you my knot, I do, but if you want to be an ungrateful little bitch well..."

He watches the words settle in his eyes, watches the way his pupils shift in the inky color, the way his gills flutter with each ragged breath he takes.

"What did I tell you?" He pulls his spit soaked fingers from his mouth, drags them over his lips to make them shiny.

"You-youll give me what I need..." He meets Swiss' eyes, a little glint in the depths. "Sir."

He knows how to play the game, Swiss will give him that. His cock kicks in his pants and he rocks down against where Rain is starting to chub up again.

"Knew you could be good, princess." He licks over his lips, messy and lewd while he works his pants down.

Rain's nails dig into his palms, still pinned up above his head.

His eyes go wide when Swiss moves him, positions him how he wants and he realizes how he's folded, that Swiss plans to pound into him in a mating press and his heart races. A weakness that Swiss exploits whenever he can.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? Don't want it afterall?"

"No-I mean...Swiss-"

He laughs and slowly pushes in. "You already sound fucked dumb and I haven't even gotten in you yet."

Rain's eyes roll back when he bottoms out, mouth open and drooling for it. He fucks hard but he moves slow and Rain cries, begs, and makes the most pathetic noises that he will forever deny later.

Eventually even that bleeds away to nothing but Swiss' name, his voice high and needy.

He cums with a scream and Swiss repositions again, gets Rain up on his lap still buried as deep as he can go.

"I'm not finished with you yet." He bites his lip, licking over the little nick his fangs leave. "I want to hear how loud you can scream. Want every corner of this Abbey to hear my name. Think you can do that?"

This was Swiss's favorite accidental discovery.

He'd found it one day in the common room, lounging on the couch and watching garbage tv. Rain had been reclining on the floor below him, drifting in and out of lazy sleep while Swiss scratched idly at his scalp. Rain had let his head tip forward just as Swiss closed his fingers, and the multighoul had accidentally caught a decent chunk of Rain's hair in his fist. Rain had let out the prettiest little sound then, a reedy whine, before immediately clamping a hand over his mouth.

"Oh, someone liked that," Aether had chuckled from his spot on the loveseat, never looking up from his book.

"Guess so," Swiss had muttered, smirking as he watched Rain's cheeks flush lavender. He'd still had a grip on Rain's head, giving him a gentle tug backwards, Rain's eyes slipping shut with an exhale. "Good to know," he'd breathed into the water ghouls ear, flicking his tongue over the shell.

He'd turned it into a game after that. Any time he found Rain, Swiss made it his mission to get his fingers into the soft, dark curls hanging at the nape of his neck and pull at them. Tugging gently at first and slowly building pressure, knuckles close to the scalp while Rain groaned and whimpered. If he did it just right, Rain's knees would go weak.

Last time they'd done this Rain had been sitting naked in his lap, kissing Swiss's neck as he undressed the multighoul, sucking deep marks into the skin there. Swiss had had a grip on Rain's hair already, but one particularly sharp nip at his collarbone had surprised him, made him jerk and tug hard. Rain's whole body had seized up, a deliciously pained moan ripped from his throat as he drooled against Swiss's chest. Swiss could feel the water ghoul's slick soaking into his pants, and the way Rain shuddered when Swiss rubbed at his hole and pulled his hair again gave him a very good idea.

Rain had been giddy at the prospect, had agreed with no argument. So, two days later -

"Fuck, you feel so good baby," Swiss purrs, large hands stroking the length of Rain's back. He's seated against his headboard, Rain's long legs encircling his waist and his arms looped around his neck. Rain's face is buried in the crook of his neck, breathing harsh and heavy as his weeping cock kicks between their bodies.

They've been here for so long now - slightly stoned, deeply relaxed and in no rush to do absolutely anything but fuck each other brainless. Swiss had already wrung three orgasms from the water ghoul and two from himself, but they'd both woken up from their last nap hard, so here they were.

Swiss lets his fingers press into the firm muscles of Rain's shoulders, working them in slow circles to match the rhythm of his grinding hips. Rain pants against his neck, fully seated on Swiss's fat cock and shivering with the effort of not passing out. Every shift of Swiss's hips rubs the flared head against something wonderful deep inside Rain, his walls fluttering and pulling a steady groan from Swiss's lips.

"So wet for me," he rasps, dragging one hand down the length of Rain's spine to where he's stretched around Swiss. Rain hisses at the touch, clenching as Swiss chuckles. He's so soft and slick here, it's incredible. "Think you're ready?"

Rain nods into his shoulder, pulling back to look up at Swiss with blown-out eyes and spit-shiny lips. Beautiful. Swiss sighs, surging forward to catch him in a deep, tongue-filled kiss. Rain rocks against him, pressing the wet tip of his dick against Swiss's stomach. He slips a hand between them and wraps it around Rain's length, adoring the breathy whine he gets in return.

"'m ready, promise," Rain whispers against his lips, "gimme it."

Swiss growls low in his throat, wrapping an arm around Rain before flipping them. The water ghouls clings to him as Swiss lays him on the bed, still filled with his cock and shaking like a leaf.

"Just relax, sweetheart," Swiss croons, "I'm gonna make this so good for you."

Swiss shifts them both enough to kneel and get Rain's legs tossed over his shoulders instead, sliding his own hands up Rain's back until he can hook his fingers around the water ghoul's slim shoulders. He presses their foreheads together as he pulls back until just the head is in, Rain gasping at the drag after all that grinding, then pushing back in with agonizing slowness.

"Sw-Swiss, please, please," Rain gasps, fingers laced around the multighoul's neck, "I need it, please, just-"

"Shh," Swiss soothes, rocking into Rain's trembling body with smooth thrusts now, "patience, Rainbow." His own stilted breathing betrays him though, and Swiss's hips start snapping against Rain's with greater intent, forcing shallow huffs from the water ghoul below him. The thought is too hot for him not to. He can already feel himself swelling up with it. Rain gasps when it bumps against his rim, eyes flying open. He swallows thickly.

"Is that-"

"Uh huh," Swiss huffs, licking a bead of sweat rolling down Rain's temple.

"It's huge."

Swiss grins. It isn't even half inflated yet. He presses more insistently against Rain's twitching hole, the barest swell of his knot stretching him. Rain keens, nails biting into the back of Swiss's neck, and Swiss groans as he feels Rain's cock kick against his stomach again.

"It gets bigger," he chuckles, using his grip on Rain's shoulders to pull him into his deep, driving thrusts. Rain is making the sweetest little sounds with each one, but there's a reaction he wants more. "Gonna need some help, yeah?"

He slides one hand up the back of Rain's neck and threads thick fingers into his sweat-damp hair. Rain makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat as Swiss drags against his prostate over and over, adding gradual pressure to the tug at his scalp. Rain is giving him those pretty, high-pitched feminine whines in no time.

"C'mon baby, get all wet for me so I can give you what you need," Swiss says, shaky and affected. He grips at those soft curls and pulls hard right as he presses his now fully-formed knot against Rain's entrance, and they can both feel the way Rain grows slicker. The water ghoul shouts with it, eyes slamming shut.

"Oh fuck, Swiss- it's- fuck, do that again, please do -"

Rain cries out in stinging pleasure as Swiss shoves forward again, tugs sharp at his scalp and now they can hear how wet he is too. Swiss almost whimpers at the feeling of warm slick coating him, and he can't hold back anymore.

"So perfect for me, Rain," he grits out between forceful thrusts, each one stretching the water ghoul wider and wider. He has his hand fisted tight in Rain's hair and his sounds simply don't stop - reedy whines, sharp gasps, thready moans. His nails dig into Swiss's skin and the tiny jolts of pain only spur the multighoul on. "You want it? Want me to put it in you?" He presses halfway in and pauses to grind, the pressure heavenly.

"Yeah, yeah, do it- fuck, Swiss I want it, I want it so bad," Rain rambles, licking at his lips. Swiss shudders, scratches at Rain's scalp to hear him gurgle and feel him quiver. He lowers a hand to wrap around Rain's dripping cock and the water ghoul arches into the touch with a shout.

"You wanna get stuck on me that bad, huh?" Swiss teases, straining not to just shove himself into the sucking heat that's begging to be filled.

"Shit Swiss, please, please, please-" Rain sobs, desperate.

"Say what you need, baby," Swiss demands, firm pressure at Rain's hole and in his hair, "say it."

"Give- gimme your knot! Fuck, Swiss make me take it!"

Swiss gives a predatory growl and Rain is drawn into one long, breathy cry as Swiss slams forward and catches inside him with a slick pop. Swiss's eyes roll back as Rain clamps vice tight around him, shooting spurt after hot spurt deep into the water ghoul's wicked body.

"Fuck, Rain, you're- fuck." Swiss can't find words right now, instead focusing on giving Rain's cock firm, quick strokes between them. Rain arches as best he can, sucking in air as his nails rake over Swiss's skin. He hardens impossibly in Swiss's hand. "That's right Rainbow, cum on my knot."

Swiss yanks hard on his scalp, and Rain does. Long, thick ropes cover Swiss's fingers, cover both of their chests and stomachs, and every clench around his knot makes Swiss wince in pained pleasure as the last dribbles are pulled from him. He pulls his hand away once Rain starts twitching, lowering his shaking legs from his shoulders with care. Rain wheezes with every motion, grabbing at Swiss's shoulders.

"N-no, no don't-"

"'s okay, sweetheart, I'm here," he soothes, lowering himself gently on top of Rain's quivering form. Rain wraps his arms around him so tight Swiss thinks he's trying to pull him into his own skin. He smiles, pressing wet but chaste kisses to the water ghoul's heated skin. "You did so good, how's it feel?"

"...big," Rain manages at length, low and slurred.

"Warned you," Swiss hums, kissing Rain's jaw. "We're gonna be here for a while. You comfy?"

There's a long pause before Rain says,

"I have a basketball in my ass."

Swiss breaks out into hysterical laughter, but does his best not to move. Rain grins beneath him, goofy and open, and Swiss thinks he's never looked more beautiful. He presses his nose against Rain's throat and breathes him in, Rain's long fingers tracing over his skin.

Phantom is such a size king, he loves being stuffed full with just about anything. It all started after he got fucked by mountain for the first time, he loved the stretch so much, the way he could feel him bulge through his tummy.

Phantom was insatiable after that, continuously trying to rile his pack up to get them to fuck him with larger and larger toys. It all came to a head when he was mouthing off to swiss one day and something snapped in the multi ghoul, he was dragged to his room and soon enough found himself on his hands and knees with swiss four fingers deep in his ass.

"I'm hungry," Rain had complained, slouching over the back of the common room couch with his chin hooked on Swiss's shoulder. He'd chuckled and given Rain's hair an affectionate tousle.

"Any particular reason you're telling me this and not the fridge?" Swiss had flipped the page of his magazine. "Last I checked that's where the food lives." Rain had made a sound of amusement, a low hum in the back of his throat.

"Who said anything about food?" He'd pressed a deceptively chaste kiss just behind Swiss's ear, and all of a sudden his reading material wasn't quite so interesting. Especially not when Rain's hand had started travelling down his chest. "I'm in the mood for something much more satisfying."

Rain had thumbed over a nipple, and Swiss had needed exactly zero further convincing to slide from the couch and into Rain's bedroom, already shucking his shirt and working on his belt before they'd even gotten the door shut.

It's been over an hour now, and Swiss has begun to regret his enthusiasm.

Rain has him laid out on soft sheets, every inch of his heated skin alight with sensation. The other ghoul had spent so long working him over, fingers and fangs pressing into his flesh hard enough to leave wonderful purple marks behind. They litter his throat, his chest, his stomach and inner thighs. Rain was slow and relentless about it, not giving Swiss so much as a moment's reprieve before he was sucking another stinging bruise into tender flesh. By the time Rain had finally settled between his quivering thighs Swiss was already panting.

The first swipe of Rain's tongue, a slow lick placed just above the swollen length of his clit, had Swiss arching off the bed with a moan so whorish it had left him blushing.

Rain is good at this. Too good, actually. He knows Swiss's body better than anyone - knows just where to touch, lick and suck to get him writhing. Knows exactly what to do to get him to the edge and keep him there, Swiss teetering on a rapidly rising precipice that Rain refused to let him fall from.

It's agony. Sweet, delicious, maddening agony.

Rain's torment hasn't ceased for a second, the other ghoul lapping so very lazily at his too-sensitive folds. Swiss lost his words a while ago, reduced to nothing but breathy moans and reedy whimpers whenever the pair of slender fingers inside him crook just so. Rain laves at his wet flesh like a man starved, suckling at dusky lips and running his tongue everywhere that wasn't where Swiss needed it most. His clit aches, red and throbbing from having gone utterly untouched since all of this started. The fingers inside him are complimented by a thumb pressed to his tight rim, the tip stroking featherlight through his copious slick. He can feel it soaking into the sheets too, cool against his burning skin every time he wriggles his hips. Tries to get away.

Rain refuses to let him.

He's caught in limbo; drowning in waves pleasure that never crest, a constant build up with no resolution, no relief. Rain has him pinned with nothing but that fucking mouth of his, groaning against Swiss's cunt with no predictability just to hear him suck air through clenched teeth. His other hand is busy abusing Swiss's chest, tugging and flicking each of his nipples in turn with the same lazy pace as his tongue. Swiss shudders when Rain twists his wrist just so, hitting something that has him seeing stars and drooling through a broken moan. He forces himself to breathe deep, balling his fists in the sheets; he'd grabbed at Rain's hair exactly one time, and the resulting snap of fangs far too close to his clit encouraged him not to do it again.

He's so desperate he might anyway.

Swiss swallows hard, tongue too heavy, too thick for the words in his throat to make it out. He fights his trembling muscles to lift his head, the world swimming as he struggles to do anything but moan and twitch under Rain's torturous ministrations. When he finally manages to shake the haze, just enough to bring the room into focus, he sees nothing but Rain.

He's watching Swiss like a hawk, sharp cerulean eyes fixed on his overtly pained face. Rain's soft curls are stuck to his forehead and temples, the uneven splash of freckles over the bridge of his nose so much more obvious against his flushed cheeks. He looks entirely too relaxed for how long they've been at this, hips subtly rutting against the mattress as he works Swiss down to nothing but atoms.

Swiss tries to speak, he really does, but all that comes out is a slurred repetition of Rain, Rain, Rain. The other ghoul gives him a wide, rough lick that has Swiss gasping before pulling back; he's soaked from the nose down in slick, chin shiny with it, and the sight makes Swiss's stomach burn. He clenches hard around the digits invading him with a pitiful squeak. Rain chuckles.

"Do you have something to say, princess?" His voice is rough and gravelly, pure sex. He licks his lips and Swiss whimpers, chewing his own fang-bruised lip. Rain blows a stream of cool air over his clit and Swiss arches so hard his back pops.

"Rain," he finally manages to rasp, struggling to do anything but moan as Rain starts fucking his fingers in deeper. Pressing the tip of that wandering thumb against his hole just hard enough to make it wink. Swiss can't keep his hands to himself any longer, bringing one up to paw feebly at the arm on his chest. It's like his bones are made of jelly. Mercifully, Rain doesn't bite at him for it. "Rain- Rainy, please -"

It's barely a whisper, one that melts into a pathetic whine when Rain presses the very tip of his thumb into Swiss's ass. Just enough to sting. He can feel heat prickling at the backs of his eyes and Swiss prays he can hold in the tears. He groans loud and low when Rain swirls his fingers against that one special spot, ratcheting him closer still. But it's not enough and they both know it. Rain gives him a crooked little smile, grinding a bit more obviously against the bed.

"Please what?" He sounds almost bored, seemingly oblivious to the way Swiss's thighs are practically vibrating against his shoulders. He watches for a beat while Swiss tries to remember how words work.

Rain's fingers are doing a marvelous job of making his brain leak out his ears. His heart dances in his chest, threatening to crash right through his ribcage. Rain gives him an annoyed look.

"I'm going to be upset if you interrupted my lunch for no reason."

Swiss is definitely going to cry. He can feel it, a wave of overwhelm that hits him square in the gut and between the eyes.

He's not like Rain or Dew when it comes to this sort of treatment. Swiss loves the teasing, to be certain, but after a certain point it becomes too much. Just on the wrong side of pleasurable.

That's why Rain insists on treating him this way from time to time - for this exact moment, the one where all words die and the pain and suffering etched into Swiss's face and taut muscles become too much to ignore. Rain must see it now; the edges of his expression soften, even though his gaze remains dark and heavy. He rolls his eyes.

"Already?" Swiss bites his lip hard enough to sting, nodding once. Rain sighs. "But I'm not done eating."

Swiss chokes on a sob, clenching again and cringing at the wet noise his cunt makes around Rain's fingers. He grips the hand on his chest for dear life, and at long last Rain takes mercy. Swiss sags into the mattress when that hand withdraws, the other ghoul holding up his slicked fingers for Swiss to see. They shine in the light and Swiss throbs at the sight. All at once, his words pour out in a confused pile.

"Rain, please, please - you - I - fuck, Rainy I need to, I - I can't, please, you -" With nothing inside him the pleasure starts to recede, and Swiss feels something frantic settling into his chest. "Please make me, please."

He needs Rain to make him cum. If he doesn't, Swiss will surely lose his mind. His breath hitches, a tight wheeze, and Rain shushes him. Caresses his thigh with deceptive gentleness. Swiss's head spins as he throbs again.

Rain disentangles their hands and Swiss nearly panicks at the lack of contact, but it only lasts long enough for the other ghoul to straighten up. Swiss's eyes catch on his cock, flushed and heavy, for just a moment before Rain leans over him, bracketing him with those long arms and catching him in a deep, full kiss.

Swiss sobs into it, immediately getting his hands on Rain's face and holding on for dear life while he tastes nothing but himself. He's shaking like a leaf, twitchy and pleasure-drunk. Rain's dripping length bumps his thigh and Swiss gasps as best he can. Rain pulls back to give him an entirely too sympathetic look.

"Alright," he sighs, resigned, "let me give you what you need."

Swiss tries to cling when Rain moves, but he's too weak. Too fucked out to do anything but quiver and pant. The other ghoul settles next to him, giving his cock a luxurious stroke. Swiss can't take his glassy eyes off of it. He's sure he must be drooling again.

"On your side."

Swiss blinks. On his side? What on his side? Rain rolls his eyes.

"Making me do all the work, as always."

Swiss yelps when Rain wraps a surprisingly strong arm around him, hauling him onto his side until they're back to chest. Rain feels cool and solid behind him, and it soothes some of the insanity scratching at his skull. He reaches back and grabs at Rain's hip, desperate to feel even remotely grounded. It helps a little - until Rain's hand hooks under his knee and pulls, lifting Swiss's dead weight leg and holding him wide open. The cool air against his drenched, aching cunt is a shock that has Swiss choking on his inhale.

Then Rain's blunt head bumps against his entrance and Swiss's whole body flinches at the feeling.

"R-Rain, wait, wait, you - oh no -" Swiss's eyes roll back as Rain drags the head though his folds, lighting up every single frayed nerve between his legs. He's never been so over- and under-stimulated at the same time. His mind begs him to get away even as his body screams for release, and at this point he'll do anything to get it.

"Stay still," Rain spits, hooking his chin over Swiss's shoulder. "Stop squirming, it's irritating."

Swiss tries, but he can't help the way every muscle dances beneath his skin. Threaded with tension and anticipation, tighter that the hole Rain was about to fill. He stills himself as best he can. Takes a deep breath. Focuses on the familiar press of Rain's lean torso against his back. It's not perfect stillness, but Rain's pleased growl flows into his ear regardless.

"Good boy."

Rain rocks his hips and sinks into Swiss's hungry cunt in one excruciating slide. Swiss doesn't register his throaty screams until Rain starts kissing his ear, making soft shushing sounds. A tiny crack in his visage of cruelty. He knows perfectly well how far he's pushed today, how much he still expects. He can spare Swiss a moment of kindness in his fragile state. His other arm snakes beneath Swiss's body, holding him close as he bottoms out.

Something in Swiss cracks then, and at long last the tears fall. He's too busy gasping at the intensity of the stretch to sob, simply letting them fall in hot streaks down hotter cheeks. Rain licks one away and huffs out a soft laugh, that little spark of kindness gone in a flash.

"I was wondering how long it would take for you to break," he murmurs, that disaffected tone back in full force despite the way Swiss can feel him twitching deep inside.

Everything hurts in a way he can't describe, deep pressure and searing heat. It's all built up at the apex of his thighs, and if Swiss had two brain cells to spare he'd already be working himself over. But he doesn't, and Rain wouldn't allow it anyway.

It takes him actual minutes to realize that Rain is just...sitting inside him. No movement aside from the pulses, the twitches. Swiss cants his hips but he has no leverage. Rain is as deep as he can go, and seems content to stay put. Swiss feels like he's dying.

"Move," he pleads, so much need forced into the one single word. "Rainy, you gotta -"

"Shh," Rain's free hand gives Swiss's nipple a sharp flick that he can barely even react to. His body doesn't seem to know what's where anymore. "You'll take what I give you. Besides," his hand travels slowly south and Swiss's soft sobs turn to hiccups of anticipation, "I'm giving you exactly what you need."

Rain's finger, callused but gentle, finally skates over the short length of his clit and Swiss yelps, trying to curl in on himself. He's never felt anything so intense, so visceral. Rain repeats the move over an over, sharp shocks of pained pleasure wracking Swiss's body until he's openly weeping, babbling Rain's name like a mantra. At length the rawness fades, the pain melts into all things good and Swiss's babbling turns to pure desperation. Into frail cries of more, more, more, while Rain's single skilled digit teases him.

"Needy whore," he breathes, licking at the shell of Swiss's ear. His hand shifts, Rain taking his stiff clit between two fingers and giving it a slow stroke. Relishing the way the hood slides over the swollen flesh. Swiss clenches so tightly that Rain can't help the groan it pulls from him.

"You're gonna cum for me, just like this," he informs Swiss, keeping a slow, steady pace to his strokes. His hips remain impossibly still, slotted inside Swiss like he belongs there, not offering more than a sense of fullness. The way Rain jerks him is shiver-inducing, but...

"Rain, I - faster, please, or move or - fuck, please, I gotta cum, I need to, for you -"

"Then you will," Rain mutters, "just like this. You cum on my cock or not at all. Understood?"

The pace is glacial and Swiss truly doesn't know if he can. For as good as it feels, for as much as this has all been too much and not enough, the threat of not cumming is enough to drag a fresh wave of overwhelmed tears from Swiss's burning eyes. He brings a shaky hand to rest on Rain's forearm, feeling the way the muscles shift. He says the only words he can find, voice small.

"Yes sir."

Full-moon lunar eclipse rituals are rare. Important. Powerful. Necessary. It's a mantra Rain's been repeating to himself since his wrists were strapped into the altar. Since the chapel filled with siblings and cardinals, and ghouls. Since the entire clergy filled the room to see him--naked and bound--splayed across the white marble altar. Since Swiss stepped between his legs and found him already dripping. Slick pooling on the stone. Full moonlight casts through the towering stained glass windows. They color Rain's skin a kaleidoscope of reds and oranges and purples. Rain clenches his fists above his head, he closes his eyes. His lithe body is stretched out, wrists crossed above his head. Torso pulled tight as Swiss presses upward with the three fingers he has buried inside of Rain. Rain's back bows off of the marble, head tipping back, elongating the elegant line of his body. The top of Rain's head presses against the stone. His eyes latch onto the nearest window. The scene of Lucifer's descent into hell is portrayed in reds and blues. The long line of the archangel's body bowed the same way Rain's is. Swiss grabs his hips and drags him further down the altar, until he feels the strain in his shoulders. There's a murmur through the congregation. Rain pins his gaze to the ceiling. He tries not to think about the eyes on him. It doesn't work. He can hear them shifting in their seats.

Swiss pulls his fingers from the slick clutch of Rain's body and there's a gasp that rolls through the room as the slick on Swiss' fingers glistens in the moonlight. The sound makes Rain's cock kick against his stomach.

He blushes darker. He turns his face to the side--away from the congregation in an attempt to hide the color in his cheeks.

Swiss grabs him by the jaw, he twists Rain's head back to center. "None of that, lilypad," he whispers low enough that only the two of them can hear. "They already know how much you love it." Swiss smears his slick fingers over Rain's cheek, down his jaw and neck. Rain blinks up at Swiss, he licks his lips. He wants to say--something--but he isn't even sure what. To deny it? What's the point of that? To ask for more? He can't bring himself to. Swiss grins down at him, predatory. He runs his hand down the length of Rain's body as he fits himself between Rain's legs. "You're dripping all over the floor," Swiss says, his tone a little too matter-of-fact given the situation. The noise Rain makes is gut-punched. He closes his eyes.

Swiss doesn't waste any more time. He holds Rain's thighs open, and presses the head of his cock against Rain's fluttering hole. He presses in with no resistance.

Swiss is right. Rain can feel how wet he is, can feel the way slick runs down his ass crack. And when Swiss pushes in he can hear it. He longs for use of his arms, just to be able to cover his eyes. Just to feel one ounce of privacy as his body betrays him. Swiss pulls out slowly, hot and heavy. the noise it makes echoes through the chapel. The squelch of Rain’s body trying to keep Swiss inside. Swiss groans low and unashamed.

When he pushes back in, pressing tight against Rain’s prostate, Rain moans too. He can’t help it. Satanas he wishes he could. But as Swiss’ thrusts pick up pace, so do Rain’s noises. Swiss digs bruises into Rain’s thighs as he fucks him in earnest. The acoustics in the room perfect to bounce the sounds back to him. Swiss’ low groans, Rain’s high pitched whines. The slick sound of each of Swiss’ thrusts.

Rain turns his head, finally, to look out over the congregation. His eyes are heavy lidded. He’s met with hundreds of wide-eyed stares. The rest of the pack stands at the back of the room, in shadow. Rain locks eyes with a sibling in the front row. Their jaw is slack, lips slick. The hand slipping up their thigh isn’t there. Swiss’ rhythm starts to falter, everything gets louder, more desperate. The sound of their hips smacking together echoes off of the old stone walls. Rain keens at a rough thrust.

Swiss, finally, wraps his fingers around Rain’s neglected cock. Flushed dark purple, precum sliding down the plane of his stomach. Rain thrusts up into his hand, unable to stop it now.

“You know the rules, Raincloud. Together, or you stay up here,” Swiss pants. Rain nods desperately.

He tries to cum at the same time as Swiss, he really does. He feels his orgasm uncurl in his stomach and he tries to grab hold of it. He turns his head to look at the congregation again thinking it might help stave it off, it’s a mistake. The sea of moonlight faces, upturned towards him, rockets him straight into his orgasm before he has a chance to stop it. He cums all over his chest, his stomach, Swiss’ fingers.

Swiss comes a handful of seconds later, roaring with it, hips slamming into Rain’s as he spends himself deep in Rain’s ass.

Swiss pulls out and tucks himself back into his pants. “Almost.”

Rain can’t help but think Swiss doesn’t sound particularly upset about it. He feels a twinge of disappointment in his chest underneath all of the lingering pleasure. He’d cum too soon. He’d messed up the ritual.  Movement at the back of the chapel catches his eye. It’s Aether, pushing off of the wall and striding down the aisle. He and Swiss share a look as they pass each other.

“Got him warmed up for you,” Swiss grins.

Aether laughs, he pins Rain with his gaze. Rain’s cock kicks where it’s gone soft against his hip.

The heavy steam surrounded aether like a fog as he exited the bathroom. He mindlessly toweled off his hair as droplets of water ran down his chest. His sweatpants hung haphazardly low, lazily thrown on after his shower.

Aether was tired. He could barely keep his eyes open enough to get in the shower after the long day. The hot water running over his body only served to relax him more.

He yawned as he gave his hair a last shake with the towel, throwing it to the side as he bumped open the bathroom door with his hip.

“Aether please I-“ a muffled whimper came from aethers bed.

Aether almost passed out when he looked up.

Rain laid on his bed spread out before him as if he wanted to be presenting himself to aether. One leg hung off the bed while the other stayed bent and hiked up to give better access for his fingers that desperately pumped in and out of himself. A sheer black robe accented his body, draped below him to frame his lithe body.

His face was scrunched up in frustration, not able to please himself the way he knows aether can. His fingers are too small and thin, only able to get so close without being able to tip himself over the edge.

The whines were barely intelligible from where rains hand stayed glued to his mouth to try and muffle his pathetic sounds like he didn’t want aether to hear him despite touching himself in his bed.

The worst part to aether is he can’t even see the way he’s touching himself with the skimpy plain black panties that he still had on, a cute little black bow on the hemline. It’s hard not to completely gawk at the situation, because even though aether can’t see rain, he can absolutely hear him. An obscene slick sound fills the room, almost covering the noises rain makes. Aether can hear how fast he’s going, how close he is, he sounds completely soaked and he wouldn’t be surprised if rain has left a wet spot on his bed at this point. The movements lose their rhythm and rains hips jerk off the bed, thrusting into his own hand under his own desperate touch, a quiet sob leaves his lips.

Rain can’t cum like this, so close but he doesn’t have what he needs, what he hoped he would get by coming into aethers room.

Honestly Rain isn't sure what steps he took to get here, he remembers trying the outfit on, rolling those thigh highs up slowly, staring at himself in the mirror as he admired himself and way that sheer black robe swayed and accented his frame. He remembers the sudden spark in his gut, watching his claws drag along the seams on his inner leg.

For once just, he on his own isn't enough, his brain feels so clouded.

He wants, needs, to feel the risk, wanted to see if he could get away with it and have aether be none the wiser. His brain drifted from his usual train of thought, mentally degrading himself for being such a fucking whore, to the thought of aether. His smell drowns him and his eyes fall shut, fingers curling in and out in and out....his digits are long and thin, the pads rough, and seem to find the right place so easily but they don't stretch him. Two fingers is nothing compared to aethers, they're thick and scissor him open effortlessly.

Aether debates whether or not to interrupt him. To let him have his fun, put on his little show in *his* bed, or to say something, get involved and tell him exactly how to do it since he wanted to show off for him.

Just a little clearing of his throat that makes rain jump and pull his hand out of his panties immediately.

“ aether I-“ rain squeaks out.

“Oh I didn't tell you to stop”

Rain stares at him dumbly for a second, waiting for aether to say something else or to walk over and fuck him himself.

“ continue“ aether prompts. He sounds annoyed, like his instruction shouldve been obvious.

“I need your help, I can’t do it like you do it” rain whines

“You’re the slut who wanted to fuck himself in my bed. If you’re going to waste my time you’re going to at least give me a show while you do it”

Rain shuts up almost immediately, tentatively sticking his hand back down into his panties.

Aether sighs, almost frustrated “take them off”

“What?”

“Take them off, I want you to show off for me, isn’t that what you want since you tried to touch yourself in my room without me knowing?”

Rain moves slowly, just a bit more embarrassed by the situation than he usually would be. His entire face is flushed as he pulls his thighs tightly together, dragging the soaked fabric down his legs.

He reinserts his fingers, sinking them in easily between his thighs that are still pulled together around his hand.

His thighs are quickly shoved apart

Aether seems so ever impatient, still tired from earlier and wanting to go to bed after his shower. Rain can’t make his gaze has aether holds his legs open and stares at how exposed he is. Wet spot beneath him, thighs shiny, rain feels dirty

A rough hand grabs rains, aether spitting onto his slick covered fingers like the act is charitable. He feels like a sexual deviant, like a cheap whore.

“That’s all the help you’re getting, be grateful” aether growls.

A small noise escapes rains lips as he does what he’s told. He can hardly fucking see with how turned on and embarrassed he is but he slips his hand back down anyways, his legs still being held open.

He’s slow with his movements at first, the degrading thought of having to fuck himself with aethers spit being more arousing than he would care to admit. He feels oddly small, shy, under aethers gaze. usually he's bold, sultry, composed but something about this makes him feel shameful, caught like some fucking pervert in Aether's bed.

“Speed up for me baby, know you can get deeper than that”

“Aether, can’t, need more”

“Then that’s just too bad princess. You’ll continue until you fucking finish” aethers arms flex with his grip on rains thighs.

He likes watching the muscles in his arms, a reminder that aether is strong. Stronger than him. He could just break him if he wasn't careful.

The thought makes him worse, burns his body, pushes him headfirst into desperation.

Aethers fingers dig into his thighs, they threaten to bruise him when he thinks of defying him, of hiding the show he owes him. That doesn't change the fact he tries to pull his knees back together still, maybe it's the embarrassment or maybe it's the need to feel them press harder.

Aether hisses at him, reels back, and slaps his inner thigh fairly hard. He knows aether can hit harder though, this was his one and only warning.

Rain’s pretty sure he’s dying. Between the fevered haze in his brain, and the ache in all of his muscles, and the incessant lurching of his lower belly he’s sure this is the end. Some awful sickness he caught from one of the humans that is going to end him. 

The moon tells him otherwise. Tugging on him like he is the tide. An ebb and flow of desire lit deep in his body, at the base of his aching spine. It can’t actually be his heat can it? In the pit they didn’t feel like this. There was a pleasant ache, an insistence. But maybe he’s closer to the moon here, or maybe earth is just different. No water ghouls to contend with. No fight for dominance. With survival needs off the table, Rain can really feel it. 

Can feel the way need thrums through his entire body. The pain of it. It's debilitating. It’s miserable. It’s wonderful. He feels like he’s been lit on fire from the inside, like he will burn if he doesn’t do something about it. 

He wakes up like this, shivery and hard and hot. He wants to stay curled into a ball in his bed. Wants to wish this away. He'd be lying if he said he didn't try. He isn’t sure what to do. Go ask for help? Embarrassing. Impossible.

 He rolls onto his back, uncurling aching muscles. Raising his arms over his head something in his spine popping solidly as he does. The relief of that is quickly overshadowed. As sleep bleeds out of him, everything else increases. He throbs against his boxers. 

He slips a hand down to touch himself, fingers slipping under the waistband and finding himself wet. The curls at the base of his cock already damp. Shaft slick with pre. He gives himself one stroke, two, and he’s gone. Toes curling, body bowing. He digs his teeth into his bottom lip to try to keep from crying out and fails. Gasping through it as he paints the inside of his boxers and his hands and stays hard. No relief to be found. 

“Fuck.” 

Need tugs at him, pulls him from his bed. He’s clear enough to know he isn’t thinking clearly, but not enough to care. He throws on a shirt, changes his boxers, pulls on some sweatpants. He’s hoping for the illusion of normalcy. 

It’s early, so he’s not surprised to find no relief at Cirrus or Cumulus’ doors. Dew’s is locked, and when he knocks and presses his ear to the wood all he hears is a grumble as Dew rolls over and ignores him. 

He has to reek of his heat, he knows it. But the sun isn’t even up yet. He stumbles blindly down the hall, toward the next set of doors. He doesn’t get there–he runs directly into Mountain instead. Stumbling face first into his chest, grappling for a hold as he teeters off balance. 

Mountain catches him, steadies him with hands on his biceps and Rain looks him at him. Dazed, hazy. Drunk already on the smell of evergreen and his own need. 

“Mount, you coming?” Aether calls from somewhere behind Rain, around the corner. 

Mountain looks down at Rain, the moment stretching as the scent of Rain’s heat hits and Mountain’s pupils dilate before Rain’s eyes. 

Mountain doesn’t answer Aether, instead his fingers tighten on Rain’s bicep. He inhales deep. 

“Oh, Rain–”

“Help me,” Rain whispers, pleads. Even the touch of Mountain’s hands on his arms is torture. Too much. Too sensitive. 

“Hey, Mount–oh.” 

Aether’s closer now. Rain can hear him, footsteps echoing through the hall. Feels him before he even really gets close. He smells ozone. The hair on the back of his neck stands on end like the moment just before a lightning strike. 

“He wants help,” Mountain says, finally raising his eyes from Rain’s face to look over his head at Aether. 

Aether’s hands slip onto Rain’s waist, finger squeezing, and then Aether’s crowding him against Mountain. His chest pressed right up against Rain’s back.  Head dipping down so the tip of his nose presses into Rain’s mused curls.  Aether inhales and Rain feels his stomach drop, his knees threaten to go with it, buckling and shaking. But he couldn’t fall even if he tried–not wedged between them like this. 

His cock kicks against Mountain’s hip. He knows Mountain feels it. 

“Please.”  Rain turns just in time to see the grin that splits Aether's face, sly, devious. Rain's stomach swoops. "How could we say no when you ask so nicely?"

⛧

Rain doesn’t remember the trip back to his room. Doesn’t remember Aether or Mountain stripping him, not really. He remembers hands, touch. Aether’s hands skimming up over his thighs. Mountain’s fingers curling around his throat, pulling him to lay against his chest, head tucked under Mountain’s jaw. His hips bracketed by Mountain’s knees. The hard line of Mountains’ cock against his spine. 

Everything snaps back into focus when Aether gets his mouth on him. Settled on his belly between Rains’s spread legs. Suckling the tip of his cock into his mouth. Tongue pressing down on the sensitive spot beneath the head.  Aether pulls off to trace the vein on the underside with his tongue and Rain bucks in Mountain’s grip. Keening. Desperate. 

“Is he wet?” Mountain asks, Rain feels the rumble of the words against his back. 

“Soaked,” Aether answers, pushing Rain’s legs further apart, spreading him wide and dipping lower to press his tongue against his clenching hole. Sucking on the rim until Rain thrashes. Desperate. 

He’d like to ask for something. To cum maybe, or just for more, but he can’t access that part of his brain. Not with Mountain’s fingers hovering over his pulse. His other hand tweeks at a dusky nipple and Rain can only feel. 

Aether presses his tongue into Rain, laps at him, firms up the muscle and really tastes him. Groaning as he does.

“Touch him, Aeth.” 

Rain half expects to be tortured. For them to drag this out, to make him beg for it, but Aether’s hand comes up without hesitation and wraps around his cock, wet with spit and pre. He pulls back, lips slick, and replaces his tongue with a finger. Pressing into the third knuckle and petting upward and Rain swears he goes blind. 

His orgasm lights him up, burns him alive. He paints his stomach, Aether’s hand. He throbs with it, feels relief for a matter of seconds, enough to take one deep breath of fresh morning air before clarity flees again. 

“God damn it,” Rain grits out, frustrated. Aether slips another finger inside, he spreads him open a little more. 

“You’re alright, Raincloud,” Mountain promises, kissing his temple, smoothing sweaty hair away from his face. “We have you.” 

“Fuck me,” Rain manages. “Someone. Both of you. I don’t care just–please.” 

“Be patient.” Aether chides. “Don’t want to hurt you.” 

Rain is beyond caring. Well past patience. He needs it. Needs to be full. Needs to feel nothing but the slide of a cock, needs to be split open. 

Aether sinks another finger in, three now, and Rain sags against Mountain. Turning his head to mouth at the earth ghouls collarbone as Aether works him open. It takes too long. But Rain can’t do much except lean into it, rock his hips against Aether’s hand. He tips his head up and Mountain kisses him. Possessive. All tongue and teeth and the taste of juniper. 

All Rain can think about is being filled. Knotted. Changed.  He wants to hear the wounded noise Aether makes when he pops his knot. Wants to cum on Mountain's cock. He needs it. He feels like he'll die without it. 

“Soon, Raincloud,” Mountain coos in his ear, resting a heavy hand over his pounding heart. Rain would be mortified for accidentally saying all of that out loud if he could think well enough. He feels the way his cheeks flush, hot like the rest of him. But the shame never actually comes. He’s too far gone, too desperate. 

Mountain shushes him, a sweet sound in his ear followed by the catch of teeth along the edge and only then does Rain realize he’s still talking. Babbling broken nonsense as Aether fingers him and Mountain rolls a painfully hard nipple between his fingers. 

Aether kisses the inside of his thigh, mouths at his balls. Rain isn’t sure he exists anymore. He is only these points of contact. Only the unbearable need to feel. He is only where he merges with Aether and Mountain. Nothing else. 

“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease,” he whines as Aether slips another finger inside. Four now, crowded together, pressing deep. 

“Need to be patient if you’re gonna take us both, Rainy.” Aether mumbles, lips against Rain’s thigh. 

Clarity slices through him, if only for a second. Both of them. He goes rigid, tips his head back to look at Mountain, still holding him tight, something soft to land on as he falls over and over through waves of his heat. 

“Both?” he whispers. 

“Mmhmm,” Mountain hums. He bends down to capture Rain in another claiming kiss, a direct opposition to Mountain’s calm demeanor. 

Mountain pulls back but holds Rain’s face close, their horns nuzzled together. “Fastest way to break your heat.” 

Rain swallows, Aether crooks his fingers just so and Rain’s eyes roll up, flutter closed, he sags in Mountain’s hold. 

“Don’t you want it?” Aether asks. “Don’t you want us both?” 

Rain’s nodding before Aether’s even done speaking. Yes. Of course he does. Both of them. As soon as he thinks it, it all makes sense. Puzzle pieces clicking together. Of course that’s what he needs. Two knots. Right now. 

Aether pulls his fingers from Rain’s body. Rain opens his eyes just in time to see how shiny with slick they are, dripping with it. Aether reaches down between them and slicks his own cock up with the mess. 

Then Rain’s being moved, hauled up along Mountain’s body until he’s fully in his lap, legs splayed over his hips. Head bumping back against the headboard. Mountain hooks his chin over Rain’s shoulder and looks down as Aether presses his fingers back against Rain’s hole to gather more slick. Rain feels himself clench around nothing. 

“Pretty,” Aether muses, meeting Rain’s gaze as he takes it upon himself to slick Mountain’s cock too. Taking Mountain’s cock in a tight fist and stroking. Mountain hisses, he turns his head to mouth at Rain’s jaw, breath stuttering out over Rain’s oversensitive skin. 

Rain hears how wet it sounds, all because of him. 

“Gonna take us both, baby?” Mountain asks, breathless already and Rain nods fervently. 

It all happens fast after that–or maybe Rain is just too fucked up to process the steps. His heat addled brain can only think of one thing, and then all of a sudden, he’s getting it. Aether helping to lift him up as Mountain presses his cock against Rain’s hole. Rain doesn’t so much drop down on it as he is pushed. Aether and Mountain’s hands guiding him in a slow slide. 

Rain’s body lights up in relief. Finally. Finally. He’s full. Everything slotting into place. He rolls his hips and Mountain groans, guiding him in a slow easy grind that puts Mountain’s cock right where Rain needs it most. Rain could sob with it. Pleasure finally unspooling at the base of his spine in a way that feels real. 

And then, he’s being pushed back, laid back down on Mountain’s chest. Mountains arms curling around his waist to hold him there. And Aether’s pressing in too. The fat head of his cock popping in alongside Mountain’s. Leaning forward, bracketing Rain between his big forearms, their foreheads coming together as he presses deep. Folding Rain further in half, pushing his thighs further open with the bulk of his body. He snugs up between Mountain’s legs until he’s as deep as he can go. Both of them wedged inside of him until he’s full. Changed. Complete. 

They’re all still for a few breaths. Aether tilting his head to kiss Rain softly, tongue dragging over the seam of his lips until he can lick inside. Rain welcomes him, opens himself to all of this. Let’s Aether lick the whimpers from his mouth as he squirms and clenches around both of them. Desperate for friction. Body still screaming to be knotted, heat roaring up in him again the longer they stay stagnant. 

Then they both start to move in opposite directions, a counter rhythm and Rain’s brain goes silent for the first time in hours. 

Rain keens.  He tries to rock back on them, to meet them where they fuck into him quickly gaining speed as they find their rhythm. But Mountain stops him with a firm grip on his hips. Stilling him with ease that makes Rain’s stomach clench. Rain stops, sags, allows himself to melt into Mountain and Aether, into the easy glide of their cocks in and out of him. Rain whimpers, eyes rolling back, falling closed. 

“That’s it,”  Mountain says, voice tense. “Relax, Raincloud. We’ve got you.” 

Swiss was stressed

“It’s not that fucking hard to keep in rythm” he growled. They had been practicing the same song all day, refusing to leave until they all got it right. Phantom of the opera was complicated to say the least, and long as hell. Plus they only started rehearsing it that day, no one expected them to be perfect yet, besides Swiss.

“Are you sure you’re not out of fucking rythm at this point?” Mountain bit back, if looks could kill, Swiss would’ve been 6 ft under three hours ago. He was snappy all week, letting little things get under his skin. He even went off on cirrus at one point for using the last of the coffee creamer, which ended in aether and mountain having to separate the two for a whole day.

Needless to say, mountain was sick and tired of his attitude.

“I'm completely sure actually. In fact, how about you get up and I’ll play your part since you clearly have no clue what you’re doing”

Mountain calmly stood up, gripping his drumsticks so hard that he was sure they would break. Swiss watched him intently. He didn’t mean what he said, he knew it was a low blow, and mountain was terrifying when he was mad. The earth ghoul slowly walked over to him, still gripping the sticks in his hand, keeping a low eye on swiss.

“You’re going to stay silent and follow me upstairs” he said, scarily still.

“I’m not going to do shit” Swiss snapped. Mountain quickly grabbed him by the hair, producing a sharp yelp, and bent down to his level.

“Try again”

Tears pricked the corner of swiss’s eyes at the pain in his scalp. He nodded timidly, not daring to continue to speak. Mountain stayed eerily emotionless and exchanged his grip in swiss’s hair to instead grab his wrist, pulling him along to his room.

The rest of the ghouls watched wide eyed, not used to seeing Swiss be challenged, and more so, not used to seeing mountain angry. Swiss stared at the floor, cheeks heating up in embarrassment at being watched as he was dragged away.

“Mountain my wrist hurts” Swiss uttered, attempting to yank his hand away.

“I told you to be quiet,” he said. Swiss could practically feel him vibrating with adrenaline from where his wrist was grasped tightly in his fist. Mountain kicked open his door and shoved Swiss inside, slamming it behind him.

“Strip before I make you” he spat. Mountain faced the door, trying to take deep breaths.

“What are you gonna treat me like dew? fuck the brat out of me? Cute.” Mountain spun on his heel at the comment, standing still and staring at Swiss.

“No, I’m going to beat it out of you,” he said, twirling the drumsticks in his hands absentmindedly. Mountain maintained an eerily calm composure. Swiss would’ve preferred it if he was yelling, pinning him to the bed and fucking him rough and nasty just to get it over with.

He gave mountain a look up and down, and smirked when he saw the drumstick in his hands licking his lips almost excitedly. Swiss continued to push, just to see how far he could go. “You gonna use the drumsticks? Need the practice big guy?”

Mountain surged forward, grabbing Swiss by the throat, “I’m going to make you bleed multi” he sneered, shoving one the drumsticks between his teeth.

In one swift movement mountain sat on the bed and maneuvered Swiss into laying over his lap, still held down by the nape of his neck. He made a protesting noise through the wood that was pressed into his teeth, squirming to try and find leverage.

“If you dare spit out that stick or even try to protest, I promise no one will touch you for a month, nod if you understand.” mountain bit out harshly, Swiss froze and looked up at him wide eyed, like a deer in headlights, before eventually giving a timid nod.

“Here’s how this is going to work. I’m going to spank you with my drumstick till I get bored. Tap three times on my leg to safe word out. Nod again if you understand” Swiss was completely bright red at this point, still staring wide eyed at the earth ghoul. A small amount of drool had started to run down his face from where the wood sat uncomfortably in his mouth. Senses full of the bitter almost chemical taste of the treated stick. He nodded again, bracing himself.

Mountain pulled swiss’s pants down just over the curve of his ass and slightly kneaded into the flesh, preparing him from the first hit.

A loud crack sounded through the room. Red hot searing pain bloomed across swiss’s skin, making him jump and let out a pained and muffled curse. He dug his claws into the side of mountains thigh and into the bed, attempting to take his mind off of the pain. He braced himself again for the second hit.

Mountain brought down his arm again, giving another hard hit to swiss’s ass. He almost smiled watching Swiss wail at the contact, small tears streaming down his cheeks. The tight grip on his leg almost made him feel satisfied at how well this was working already to make Swiss so docile. He ran a finger over the two already forming welts, making the ghoul in his lap flinch at the contact to his tender skin.

Another sharp hit rang out through the room, quickly followed by more. Mountain was starting to find a rhythm, placing abrupt hits all over his cheeks and the tops of his thighs. The flesh started to turn a dark red, almost purple color. Mountain almost felt bad for him at the first bead of blood. Almost. Tears continued to stream down Swiss's face that was buried into the sheets.

After a while Mountain noticed a distinct pressure against his leg, as if something was poking him. “You’re getting off on this aren’t you?” He snickered, almost astonished. “You fucking masochist, you’re bleeding down your leg and you’re hard?” Swiss gave out a pathetic noise, continuing to press his face into the bed. Mountain decided that enough was enough and manhandled him onto the soft pillows, still on his stomach. Swiss used the opportunity to rut into the bed, moaning at the friction.

“Absolutely pathetic aren’t ya darling?” Mountain said, scruffing Swiss to sit him up. The ghoul let out a large sob at the contact to his raw and irritated skin by being sat on the bed. Fat hot tears continued to run down his face.

Mountain grabbed the stick from his mouth and threw it to the side, offering him the other stick he had been using to spank him.

“Looks like you got blood on it baby boy, clean it up.”

Swiss stared at him in awe, not truly expecting mountain to want him to lick his own blood off of his drumstick. But the way he cocked his eyebrow told him otherwise. He licked a fat stripe up the wood, shivering at the metallic taste.

“Make sure you get it nice and wet darling” mountain added. Swiss coated the wood in saliva, even lapping at the head and taking it as far back as he could, messily bobbing his head up and down on the object. Small threads of spit dripped down the drumstick and onto mountains hand where he was holding it. Swiss continued to suck, even whimpering at the action. He was so hard he couldn’t think straight, the only thought going through his mind was to please mountain.

“That’s enough.” He said, taking the wood out of Swiss’s mouth. He grabbed him once again and laid him on his stomach, grabbing his hips to place them up in the air. “Really so far gone I have to manhandle you like a cheap slut?”

Swiss didn’t respond, still only letting out small noises and sobs. He bucked his hips at the cold lube that ran ran down his ass, trying to grind into the sheets.

“Don’t you fucking move, you’re lucky I’m even prepping you” mountain shoved a rough finger through the tight ring of muscle, gliding it in and out to stretch him enough for what he had planned. Swiss let out a filthy whine when mountain added another, still trying to push back into his hand, desperate for more.

He heard the familiar sound of a buckle being undone, and drooled slightly at the thought of finally getting a cock in him. The thought left his head though as the cool leather was wrapped around his throat as a makeshift leash.

Swiss almost passed out as mountain pulled the belt back roughly and slowly pushed in a cold hard object that made him mewl brokenly in surprise.

He slid the drumstick in and out of his tight hole, listening to the slick noises that it produced, and watched Swiss come completely apart on the bed. He slid the other in right beside it, careful of the tight fit.

“F-fuck more please mountain I need more” he cried, still attempting to rut his poor neglected cock against the bed.

“You can come like this or not at all. It’s your choice” mountain told him, a small smirk on his face as he continued to pump the objects in and out, drinking in Swiss’s delicious whines.

“Mountain please” he cried

“It’s not the fucking hard is it darling?” He sneered into his ear, continuing to hold tightly onto the belt while he fucked him with his drumsticks.

Static started to rim the edges of Swiss’ vision, a tight heat pooling in his stomach. The rough edges of the wood against his prostate had him seeing stars, babbling out curse words and broken apologies for his behavior earlier.

Finally he let out a final loud cry, spilling all over his stomach and collapsing into the bed, completely covered In lube, drool, and his own release.

Mountain quickly unbuckled the belt, pressing sweet kissed to Swiss’ spent upper body

“You did so well for me” he whispered into his hair as he removed the drumsticks. “Come back to me baby”

It took a couple minutes for Swiss to finally become coherent, giving a sad apology for being so mean at practice. Mountain cleaned them both up, and held him until they fell asleep

-

On tour, mountain made it a point to stare at Swiss’s podium, smirking and licking a fat stripe up his drumstick before continuing to play.

"Doing so well for us, little clover," Omega purrs in his ear.

"He takes magick so well, doesn't he?" Aether agrees. He runs a hand down the side of Mountain’s cheek, damp from stray tears and sloppy kisses. The earth ghoul’s eyes track imaginary patterns behind lidded eyes, gaze fixed somewhere in the middle distance of nothingness. The rest of him is limp, slack under the two quintessence ghoul’s hands. Dropped as deep as he can get, oh so sensitive and pliable. 

Omega ruts a little where he’s buried deep in Mountain’s ass, smirking at the unbidden whine it earns him from his perpetually slackened mouth. Omega nibbles and sucks at his earlobe, pulling the breathiest of little uh uh uh’s from those drool coated lips. 

“Just the prettiest plaything.” Mountain groans louder at that, ruddy cock twitching between his legs. 

“Yes, darling, you are. Not a thought in that beautiful head, hm?” Aether playfully presses a fingertip in the middle of his forehead, letting a tiny spark grace the end of the motion. Mountain goes cross-eyed and bucks against Omega, head lolling back onto his shoulder uselessly.

“Fill him up, starlight.” The older ghoul pets at Mountain’s folds, wet with slick and as flushed as the head of his cock. “Satanas he’s wet.”

“Always is, for this.” Aether’s voice is fond underneath the jest. It’s true, what he claims—Mountain always drips for him with quintessence running through his veins. And, well, he couldn’t help it if he tried. “Come now, sunflower, let me see those eyes.”

Mountain slowly lifts his heavy head. His eyelids flutter as he struggles to open them, and keep them open, gaze flicking about Aether’s face as he attempts to focus. With difficulty, and a few frustrated whines, he fixes emerald-turned-ultraviolet eyes on Aether’s own. 

“There he is,” Aether coos. “Still so obedient.” He lines up the wide head of his cock just below where his sex starts to split, running it along his damp cunt with a groan. “Keep ‘em open, darling.” He teases Mountain’s entrance now, so close to sticking it in. His skinny chest heaves as he uses what little brain power he has left to keep focus, do as he’s told. 

“That’s it,” Aether praises. The head of his cock starts to slip inside, stretching Mountain even wider. Omega groans when he feels the ridge of it slide against the base of his own cock, even through the barrier of Mountain’s body. 

“Yeah, that’s it,” Omega echos. Aether watches the earth ghoul’s face expectantly as he continues to press in. He lowers his voice to a whisper, leaning in close. Mountain’s cock kicks in anticipation, nearly slapping against Aether’s stomach. He can see how Mountain’s mouth waters too, a line of drool threatening to spill down his chin. It will eventually, of course, gone as he is. 

“Now let’s see them roll allll the way back.” Aether thrusts all the way in, humming contently as Mountain’s eyes roll back into his skull. A deep rumbling groan forces its way out of his chest as he’s made to take them both. He’s simultaneously splitting open and being filled as full as he possibly can be, pressed between both solid quintessence ghouls like nothing more than a delightfully noisy toy. 

And noisy he is, panting, huffing, sobbing, and whining as Aether bottoms out and presses close, his and Omega’s hands quickly beginning to roam all over his freckled skin. 

The glob of precum smearing into Aether’s happy trail is all the warning either of them get before Mountain goes rigid between them, cock growing impossibly harder before he’s spilling over with a garbled cry. Thick ropes of it spurt onto his stomach and dribble down into the opening of his cunt. 

Rain only has one leg on the floor--and it's going to give out. He can feel the tremor in it building towards uncontrollable along with the orgasm Swiss is trying to wring out of him.

His other leg his shoved up onto the counter, knee bent. Swiss holds his thigh, pressing it down into the granite as he fucks Rain. Each rough thrust drags Rain's clit against the cool stone. If you'd told him twenty minutes ago that he could cum like this he would have laughed. But now? Three, almost four, orgasms later? He can barely think beyond chasing extra friction, grinding his swollen clit against the slick stone. Meeting Swiss thrust for thrust.

Swiss tangles his free hand in Rain's hair, pulls his head away from where he'd dropped it against the counter after he came the last time. Going boneless. He was already pliant, always putty in Swiss hands when he really gets going. But now? Now he's nothing but the raw nerves of his pleasure. The ebb and flow of it. The way he can feel himself get wetter and drip onto the stone beneath him. His clit slips through his own slick.

Rain can't help the noise, can't help how loud he is. Every echoing noise that's rung out of him deepens his blush. Everyone in the ghoul wing can hear him, he knows it. He's powerless against it. When Swiss first pressed him up against the counter and shoved his hand down his pants--he tried to be quiet. But then Swiss turned him around, pulled his pants down, spread him open, and dropped to his knees. He buried his face in Rain's cunt. And Rain wailed, high and desperate. He hasn't stopped making noise since then. Not since he came on Swiss' tongue and around his fingers. Not since Swiss shoved him further up the counter and drove home with one brutal thrust. Swiss shifts a little, he changes the angle and his next thrust hits something that makes Rain's vision white out. He'd fall back onto the counter if it wasn't for Swiss' iron grip in his hair.

He cums on the next thrust, his knee finally buckling. Swiss keeps him up with the press of his hips. He feels himself get wetter, hears the squelch of Swiss' next thrust. He hangs his head forward. Dark sweaty curls falling into his face. Swiss doesn't stop fucking him. Doesn't give him time to come down or breathe. He keeps his brutal pace. Dragging Rains' oversensitive clit through the pool of slick on the countertop with each hard thrust. Rain tries to find something to dig his claws into, to hold on, desperate for something to ground him. He only finds cold smooth stone, his palms slip against it. "Satanas, Rainy. You're so fucking wet, you're dripping on the floor. Filthy." "I--" "He can't help it," a voice--sounds like Dew--from the other side of the room interjects. "He's a slut." Rain hadn't heard anyone else come in, didn't realize he had an audience. He goes even darker. He tries to pull out of Swiss' grip, to drop his head to his forearm to hide the way his cheeks have gone violet. "Is that right?" Swiss asks, he's finally starting to get breathless. The hand on Rain's thigh pressed down a little harder.

"Look at the mess he's made," Dew says. His voice is dismissive, but Rain hears the rasp of his zipper all the same. "You better make him clean it up." Rain whines. Swiss groans low. "Fuck. Keep talking, Dew. He gets so tight when you talk." Dew chuckles. Rain hears the sound of him walking closer. Probably leaning against the table behind them now. "He just likes to be talked about like he isn't in the room. Like he's just a hole to be filled." "He is." Swiss hisses. Swiss finally lets go of Rain's hair and Rain falls forward, pillowing his forehead on his arm as he keens. He tries to hold it back, doesn't want to give Dew the satisfaction. But between Swiss' laser guided thrusts and the grind of his clit on the counter he's close again, teetering on an edge he can't seem to fall off of. He sobs against his arm. Swiss swears, his thrust getting sloppier. "Fill him up good, Swiss." Dew cuts in. "I want to see it dripping down his legs." "You gonna lick it up?" Swiss grits out. "Maybe," Dew says. "Depends on if he's crying or not." "I'm gonna--Swiss--oh no, oh shit," Rain wails, his head thrashing. "Right there with you, Rainy."