Sexperimental Sinvestigator

Swiss and Mountain share the common room couch, each ghoul up against their own respective ends of it with long legs tangled in the middle. There’s a documentary about free climbing on the tv. Mountain seems really intrigued by it. He’d been talking about it for days, and upon walking into the room to find him watching it alone, the multi ghoul had simply told him to move his feet so that he could sink into the opposite end of the couch and give him some company. Now, they’ve been watching it for hours, and although Mountain seems really intrigued watching humans climb vertical slopes without proper equipment, Swiss is sure he’s fallen asleep more than a couple of times. 

The man on the tv is preparing to climb his most impressive slope yet. It’s nearly completely vertical, a little icy, and the music is getting tense. Even Swiss has found a little more interest in it as the climber pulls his gloves off and laces up his shoes. Mountain on the other hand is locked on. Swiss stares at his eyes, waiting for the next time he decides to blink. It’s been way too long… He keeps telling Swiss to pay attention, keeps pointing out little things he’s learned as the documentary has progressed about ice, weather conditions, and climbing overall. It’s all a little silly, he thinks, but it’s fun to watch Mountain get so engrossed in things like this, especially when he’s so distracted that the hands rubbing Swiss’ feet haven’t halted for the past hour and a half. 

Swiss had originally shot the other ghoul a confused look when he’d pulled his feet into his lap and peeled off his socks, had almost jerked them away when he’d wrapped his hands around one of them, but then he’d started massaging beginning with the balls of his foot and progressing into pressing his thumbs into his arch in little circles and the multi ghoul figured that he could allow it for a little bit. 

As the climber starts to climb, Mountain idly rubs a little harder. He gets into Swiss’ heel, squeezes the sides and always returns to his arch with those little circular motions. He’s locked in. His hands move absentmindedly and his eyes stay glued to the screen. At one point when the climber starts to slip a little bit on the ice he digs his thumbs into the tender parts of the bottom of his foot and Swiss pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, tilting his head towards the ceiling and cringing when the pleasure teeters right on the edge of pain. It’s only when he recovers and the music softens just a bit that Mountain eases up again and rubs at the space between his toes and the rest of his foot. 

Swiss has always had a little bit of an idea that there was something weird about Mountain and his relationship with feet. Ever since he caught the big guy staring at Cumulus’ manicured toes while the entire pack enjoyed a day at the lake, drinking homemade wine and snacking on sweets, he’d had a bit of a hunch. And yeah, what he’s doing feels good, but he can’t get that image out of his head. Especially when Mountain’s sporting more than a bit of a chub between his legs… 

Swiss’ other foot sits comfortably under his right, thoroughly massaged and loose, and Swiss takes one more look between the other ghoul’s legs, then up at his face–which is still fixed on the tv as the climber continues to ascend–and bends his free leg at the knee, maneuvering it just enough to get it between Mountain’s legs. For the first time in what feels like forever the earth ghoul breaks his gaze from the tv for just a moment to acknowledge the leg now planted between his own but quickly returns when he hears the climber lose his balance for a brief second and yelp in surprise. 

“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath. “Did you see that shit?” 

“Yeah,” Swiss says, not paying attention anymore to the tv in the slightest. He glances up, makes sure the earth ghoul is distracted again, and stretches out just the right amount to press the center of his foot to the front of Mountain’s shorts, right over the bulge that’s been a little too obviously chubby for just watching a documentary. 

Mountain shoots his head over to Swiss, confused at first, unsure of what is going on with the pressure between his legs, but then Swiss presses in a little harder and Mountain sucks in a sharp breath. His hands still from where they’re wrapped around his other foot. Swiss’ brows raise at the little sound and he pushes in a little harder, squishing the ghoul’s heavy balls with the center of his foot, and Mountain goes more than a little red. 

“Yeah, big guy,’ Swiss smirks and wiggles his toes. “Knew you’d like that…” 

The earth ghoul whimpers, shifts uncomfortably at the pressure on his crotch and Swiss looks him in the eyes before nodding towards his lap. 

“Go ahead, get it out. Let me see how hard you are over rubbing my feet.” 

“What if someone–” 

“You want them or not?” He asks in a harsh whisper, careful to not alert anyone of what’s potentially about to happen. “I’m only offering you this once.”

The big ghoul looks almost sad, caught between what he very obviously wants and what he knows he shouldn’t do. Swiss raises a brow and tilts his foot forward to press in with his toes and those big green eyes dart towards both ends of the room, towards the direction of each of the halls where any member of their pack could emerge from at any second. The invisible clock continues to tick, counting down the seconds before Swiss takes back his word. The man on the tv continues to climb. Mountain begins to chew on his cheek and for a moment Swiss thinks he’s going to decline the offer. He looks back towards his lap and his eyes follow the long line of his legs and up his body to his face, brow pulled together tight. 

“Could we at least move to–”

“No.” 

“Swiss…”

“Here or never.” 

Mountain sighs, hesitating as he fights himself on what he needs. Is he really willing to risk his pride for a little bit of pleasure? Maybe he is. He’ll lose his dignity either way… 

His eyes drop back down towards where Swiss’ toes are tickling up and down the length of his shaft where its filled out nice and heavy against his thigh and he curses under his breath, letting go of Swiss’ other foot to grab hastily at his waistband in defeat. His cock bounces up, hard and flush and sticky at the tip and Swiss smirks, chuckling, because yeah, the big guy’s really into feet. He can’t wait to tell Dew about this. And although he feels like he’s managed to prove his own point and get Mountain to get his dick out, he isn’t exactly sure where to go from here. Luckily, Swiss watches the exact moment that Mountain’s green eyes flood dark, nearly black, as he locks onto the foot in his lap, his dick sizing up nicely in front of it, curving up towards his tummy. 

“Can I please touch ‘em?” 

Swiss shrugs and flexes his toes, “You’ve been touching them all night.” 

He reaches for Swiss’ foot between his legs and pulls it up until it’s right against the underside of his dick, his heel heavy on his balls, and a groan tears itself from his throat, so loud and unabashed with the new feeling that it makes Swiss’ cheeks go a little red. This time it's Swiss’ turn to look around the room. If anyone in their room decided to come out to investigate the noise he isn’t too sure who is in a worse position. Sure, Mountain’s rutting against the bottom of his foot, but it’s Swiss’ foot. Something about it is so mortifying but he can’t get himself to pull away or tell him to stop. Besides… It’s kinda hot… 

Mountain ruts his hips upwards in small, jerky movements, chasing that little bit of stimulation against the bottom of his foot, but it doesn’t take long for him to build up to quick, strong punches of his hips, and it tickles. His heel has to be digging painfully into his sack. He’s practically kicking him in the balls with every bounce of his foot against it, but when he tries to keep his foot suspended in the air for him to rub against it Mountain growls at him and forces him back down with a rough hand. The noise he makes when the weight of his foot drops back onto his balls turns that deep, bone chilling growl into a whiny mewl and Mountain pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and grunts with every slide. It’s a pathetic sight, but there’s something oddly hot about it that’s making Swiss’ stomach flip and flutter a bit. 

He lets him rut against his foot for a while, all the while he sits there in amazement. It’s been a while since Mountain was this enthusiastic about anything. He remembers the last time Mountain let him ride him, even the last time he gave him a good handjob… He’d given him his best effort and Mountain had barely even made a noise until he came. Now the earth beast won’t shut the fuck up. He grunts with every single thrust, obviously trying to stay quiet and failing miserably, and throws his head back against the arm of the couch when his spongy head catches on the bottom ridge of Swiss’ toes. 

Swiss surprises himself when the sight of Mountain lost in pleasure combined with the tickle against the sensitive skin of his feet makes his dick twitch to life. He fills out slowly and tents the front of his sweats, unsure if he should palm himself in fear that it would mean he likes this, too. 

Does he? 

Is he into this? 

Clearly not as much as Mountain, but maybe a little bit. He can admit that much… 

Mountain’s movements begin to get a little jerky, clearly getting more and more uncomfortable with having to do all of the work, so Swiss pulls his other foot up into his lap and Mountain stills momentarily, looking up at him with a gorgeous, glossed over look in his eyes. His brain is somewhere else. Probably in his dick. The apples of his cheeks are pink and his chest raises in an even pattern as he catches his breath. His mouth sits open, slightly ajar, and his big hands clench and unclench against the raised edge of the couch cushion. He raises a brow and Swiss presses his feet flat against his hips. 

“Can I try something?” He asks. The question falls off of his tongue before he has time to think about what he’s suggesting. Mountain’s eyes flood darker, impossibly more, and he nods with quick movements of his head. 

“Please.” 

He fumbles for a moment with his body, scooting down the edge of the couch to sink into the cushions and get into a position where he can get his feet on either side of the earth ghoul’s cock. He’s almost entirely on his back and cramped uncomfortably into the small space that he shares with Mountain’s legs, and when he gets to a point where he thinks he can move, he experimentally starts to rub the arches of his feet up and down either sides of his shaft. It’s awkward and easily the worst footjob in the history of footjobs, but the effect that it has on the other ghoul is immediate and devastating. He throws his head back and covers his face with his hands, moaning loud and uncontrolled behind them with every terrible slip and slide of Swiss’ feet. 

Eventually with a little bit of trial and error he starts to get the hang of it and Mountain only gets louder and louder. If there’s anyone listening from their room with the smallest bit of curiosity, it has to be obvious that something weird is going on. If someone were to walk in on them like this would he be embarrassed? He thinks so, maybe a little, but the way that Mountain is moaning and jerking his hips up, losing himself between his feet, is worth it. 

He gets a little cocky when he decides to fold his hands up behind his head and jerk Mountain off with his feet, and his lips curl up into an evil little smile when he watches Mountain look down, unable to take his eyes off of where his tip appears and disappears between smooth arches. He leaks uncontrollably. So painfully turned on. Each slide of skin against skin gets wetter and wetter from the copious amount of pre that gets dragged and shared across their skin. He leaks like a faucet. Swiss wants to be mean, he really, really does, but he decides to hold his tongue. What they’re deep into in the middle of the common room is enough… 

“I’m gonna cum,” Mountain forces out between pants. Breathless. His chest rises and falls rapidly and Swiss lets out an amused huff between quick pants of his own. 

His legs are really beginning to burn from keeping them up. 

“Already?”

“Yes, already,” he rushes out, eyes flicking up to Swiss’ before flicking right back down. He throws his head back again and his dick twitches violently between his feet. “Fuck, keep going.” 

Swiss does as he’s told. Happily. He shifts around, trying to find a better angle for his feet to get him off but the slight changes and different views of Mountain’s dick sandwiched between two gorgeous feet are only catapulting him closer and closer to his orgasm. When Swiss hooks one of his feet around the front of his dick and uses the other to drag his toes back and forth over Mountain’s head, he loses it, cursing through his teeth in a string of babbled nonsense and shooting all over his toes and the top of his foot, covering him in more cum than he’s seen in a long while from him. 

He rides it out as long as he can and Swiss works him through the entire thing until he’s shaking and jerking his hips away, hissing through his teeth with every painful slide until he’s forced to push his body up and put distance between his lap and Swiss’ feet. Just to be mean Swiss stretches a cum covered foot towards his dick and Mountain is quick to shove him away and tell him to kindly fuck off. 

Swiss smirks. Mountain ignores him. 

They stare at each other for a long moment while Mountain catches his breath and Swiss tries to figure out what to do with himself next. 

He just gave Mountain a footjob. 

And he came from it. 

And he kinda liked it…But what the fuck do they do now? 

“Will you let me fuck your feet again?” Mountain asks, breaking the silence and tearing Swiss out of his thoughts. Swiss shakes his head and points a finger out in his direction. 

“We are never speaking of this again.” 

Swiss doesn’t miss the way his face falls in visible disappointment as he tucks himself back into his shorts, cringing at the sticky mess covering his cock. 

Swiss flexes his toes, still messy, and mumbles under his breath.