#Aether/Dew

[ghcstcd]

I was talking about Dew dressing up for Aether yesterday

[miasmaghoul]

dyou think aether ever ruins dew's orgasms by tickling him? just for fun? just to get his little wires crossed and to watch his cock spurt as he jerks around half-laughing half-groaning?

It was accidental the first time.

Dew was on his back in Aether's big soft bed, huffing and moaning through the slowest, most indulgent head Aether could give him. Flushed in every shade of pink, knees over those broad shoulders, one hand playing with a nipple piercing and the other in his own bedraggled hair. Blabbering the most unintelligible nonsense, every almost-word swirling around Aether's mind and pooling deep in his gut.

He's always been handsy, but something about Dew makes it Worse. He needs to touch, to grope, to map every centimeter of the little ghoul's body with callused but loving fingertips.

Aether couldn't help the way those same fingertips traced over the dip of Dew's stomach, catching in his barely-there happy trail. The way the muscles jumped under his touch hadn't even fazed Aether, the ghoul far too caught up in the way Dew's voice was going raspy and higher-pitched instead. Eyes locked on his scrunched up face, on the lip caught between his teeth and the ever-reddening quality of Dew's cheeks.

"C-close," he spat, thick and urgent, that perfect little cock flexing against Aether’s tongue. "Fuck, Aeth, I - make...make me - ah!"

Aether dragged his fingers up Dew's sides, coasting over his ribs, and Dew cut himself off with a squeak. Not the tight, throaty shout the other would usually let out the moment his balls emptied themselves, but something sharper. Shocked, Aether would realize in retrospect, but in the moment?

"Shitshitshit-" Dew babbled, grabbing at Aether's horns and hair, squirming like a fish out of water. Gasping at every unintentionally ticklish touch, dragged back from the very edge of relief but still pouring pre down Aether's throat. "Oh no, Ae-Aeth, Aether - y-you...fuck!"

Aether only clocked something was off when Dew shuddered through his orgasm with weak laughter and both hands over his own face. Not the bone-melting release Aether had wanted to provide him, but something much more subdued. Pleasant, surely, but...

"You alright, droplet?" Aether asked once he'd swallowed everything the little ghoul had to offer, watching that narrow chest heave. His cunt ached, no doubt soaking a stain into the pillow hastily shoved between his thighs some thirty minutes ago. Desperate to crawl up the bed and put the other ghoul's proud nose to good use. He hadn't stopped touching, though, and Dew's wriggling hadn't either. "What's -"

"Ticklish," came his answer, breathless and exhausted, Dew slapping at his arms with weak, shaky hands. "You - eek! - you're tickling me Aeth, c'mon-"

And listen, Aether loves Dew more than damn near anything, but no one could be immune to that breathy laughter. Could resist digging into Dew's sides to wrench out more giggles while his softening cock sat wet and used up in the crease of his hip, pink as the rest of him. Aether thinks he can't be blamed for wanting to see joyful yet torturous tears streak down Dew's cheeks - it's just so cute!

He'd kissed the center of Dew's chest in apology, his chin, the tip of that perfect nose, but even when Aether sandwiched Dew's head between his thighs he couldn't stop thinking about that lovely laughter. What if he had started just a little bit later? Right when Dew's tight sack had drawn up against his chin? The reaction had already been an intense one, and he could only imagine what would have happened if...

It's two weeks later when he gets Dew on his knees and elbows, arched like a whore and drooling into the sheets while Aether watches his hole stretch around his strap. He knows the other ghoul is close, can see it in the sweat along his spine and the messy, uncoordinated way he tugs at himself. Yipping with every thrust to his most secret spots and no doubt dribbling a stream of pre onto the bedding. He's holding those slim hips so tightly, moving that slender body however he likes.

It's a terrible idea, surely he shouldn't, but Aether can't help his curiosity.

He waits for just the right moment, this time. Waits until Dew's breath starts to hitch, until his claws tear into the sheets and he announces that it's coming, he's gonna - and this time Aether knows just where to touch.

Dew yelps as thick fingertips dig into his ribs and stomach, demanding and precise, and the distressed bark of laughter he lets out is music to Aether's ears.

He'll make it up to him after. Will pull Dew into his lap, hit him with just enough quintessence to relieve the ache of his ruined orgasm and kiss him so deep. Will get the other ghoul hard as diamond and offer any hole Dew wants in penance. Maybe even his tits, he's not fussy. It'll be worth it for the way Dew sobs into the sheets, forced to let his cock wag and spit out the most unsatisfying load.

"Bastard," Dew squeals through his giggles, and the way he clamps down around Aether's strap makes his clit throb.

He can't wait to see what Dew calls him next time.

[nastylittleghouls]

"Me and you are like imperfect puzzle pieces. Two different shapes but we fit together perfectly"

[st-danger]

I have a request: a hookup that keeps getting interrupted. They're trying to fuck and someone interrupts with urgent business and damnit, it'll have to wait. A quick handjob before mass but ahh fuck they're supposed to do something for Papa and it'll have to wait. Until they finally get a minute alone and just end up grinding against each other for a second before one of them comes in their pants. Nice and quick and unexpected. And then the other get pressed against the wall and a hand on his dick through his pants until he's coming too. Pairing of your choice but you know what I like better than anyone xx

The first time they're interrupted four hours earlier, it's by an exceptionally flustered Nihil who, apparently, spends more time in the library than either of them thought, it was funny even through the mild frustration. A bit disappointing, of course, but they both have to agree that the look on his face was undoubtedly worth it. Nihil, or rather his ghost, calls after them, whining about wanting to watch. That part isn't as funny and Dew miming retching over the thought? Aether would agree.

"He's dead," Dew mutters as they stride out of the library with haste. "How the fuck is he horny."

"Not to worry. I'm sure you'll be a pervert when you're dead, too."

"That's actually really nice," Dew says. "Knowing you believe in me." Aether places a small kiss to the top of his hair and sighs heavily.

"C'mon," he says. "Make it up to you later."

Later, as established, is four hours later, having blown through the list of daily tasks as fast as inhumanely possible. A quick nod from Aether is all it takes, and while they don't exactly run (a purposeful speedwalk, he'd say), they still manage to almost knock over a Sibling going round a corner. Aether apologizes, Dew does not.

He has him against the door the moment it's shut, shoving him into it, Dew's back hitting the wood with a thud. Hands much more careful that they were a brief moment ago come up to hold Dew's face, cradle it and hold it still so he can duck his head and lick into his mouth. Dew has fistfuls of his shirt, pulling him in close. Preventing him from leaving.

"Can I have your mouth?" Aether breathes against his neck, peppering it with sucking kisses, a line that begins underneath his jaw and ends under his ear so he can scrape his teeth against the lobe. "Been thinking about it. Would you? Please?"

"'course," Dew nods, hands flying to the snap on Aether's trousers, unbuttoning and shoving the zipper down before wriggling out of his grasp enough to drop to his knees and violently tug both the waistband of the jeans and underwear down to pool at Aether's feet. He's not even hard yet. Plump, sure, but like this, Dew can take the entirety of him into his mouth. He does so now, no preamble, no looking him in the face while he slaps the head against his tongue. Sucks him all in at once and swirls his tongue, massaging as he feels Aether start to fill out for real, and when he's hard enough Dew can't keep his nose pressed into the nest of soft curls at the base, he pulls off with a pop, jerks him so he can tilt his head and kiss on his balls. Aether pets his hair, head back, enjoying.

"Don't think you're gonna finish in my mouth," Dew warns. "Inside or not at all." He still sucks until the meat of his thighs are trembling, until he has to pull his own cock out because it's too uncomfortable to keep it straining against his pants.

When Aether finally gets him on his hands and knees, slides a lube drenched finger inside him in one slick glide, the only sound Dew can give is one of relief, a pleased exhalation into blankets. In, out. Petting. Searching. Curling until he earns a low grown.

"That it?" he asks. Like he doesn't know. Normally Dew would have a snippy remark towards a question like that, but it's a sign of just how much he wants more that he says nothing save for another moan and a nod of his head.

"Hurry," Dew urges, "and I'll let you put a plug in after."

Aether isn't weak, per se, but the idea that he has any control left after being told Dew is wanting and willing to keep his cum inside after is a joke. One, two, and then three drilling in and out while the heavy strokes against a special spot force Dew's cock to drool out pre onto the bed sheets. He's just slicking himself up when a cruel thing happens.

The second interruption is so far from funny.

Someone knocks on the door like they're trying to break it down, and they both startle, Aether jumping more than Dew only because he's sitting up and not face down ass up, presenting his hole to be used thoroughly and well.

"What?" Aether growls, rubbing the wet head of his cock against Dew's rim.

"Imperator wanted me to come find you," comes Rain's muffled voice, urgent and uncomfortable as he'd clearly been the target of her ire. "Mass started fifteen minutes ago and Copia-"

"Fuck," Dew mutters, shoving himself away with great difficulty. "This was- fuck, he's making an announcement, we were told-"

"Not to miss," Aether says, his excitement deflating and quickly being replaced with a mild panic.

"Yeah, the thing she told us not to miss." Dew grabs one of Aether's used shirts from the floor and starts cleaning himself up before he can protest the abuse of clothing.

"Hurry up," Rain urges. "She's not happy."

"Neither am I," Aether says, and chokes on his tongue when he sees Dew snatch the plug from the bedside table and pushes it inside himself.

They both have to tuck their cocks under the waistband of their pants in a pathetic attempt to be inconspicuous, both hoping that if they rush to the chapel, enough blood will divert by the time they sneak in, carefully avoiding Imperator's judgemental gaze. Dew squirms and Aether can't think about the reason for why that is too much or he'll not be able to stand and leave when all is said and done without embarrassing himself.

It's an easy choice to skip dinner. They'll sneak into the kitchens later to forage for something, pilfer whatever they find if a Sibling isn't around to provide them with something. Aether can live with a rumbling stomach; he cannot, however, live with aching for Dew like this. They don't even make it back to their common room. Dew decides a dusty old room is good enough. The filing cabinets and boxes of papers don't deserve to witness what they're both desperate to make happen, but as they aren't animate, they aren't about to complain.

Still, they really don't deserve it.

It's dark. No windows, no lightswitch that they have the patience or peace of mind to search for, and Dew stumbles over a pile of ill-placed black instrument cables, falls forward and hisses in pain when his knees cushion the fall.

'"Fuckin- what the hell," he bites out, turning over to rub his kneecaps. "Who left that there?" Aether says nothing and decides it's easier to simply join him on the floor. "Not how I planned to bruise my knees, so you know," Dew continues. If there was enough light, Aether would be able to take in the scowl in glorious technicolour. For right now though, he uses his imagination. Certainly he's seen it enough in the past to recall an accurate depiction. Their noses bump together in the dark finding each other's lips, and Dew shoves his hand against Aether's crotch immediately, groping. More of a demand; nobody is as skilled as Dew at making Aether feel like he has and is owed free reign over his body. He's more than okay with that. It has never stopped being a thrill.

"Get it hard," Aether breathes between lewd strokes of Dew's tongue against his own. "Squeeze it."

Dew can be an awfully good listener when the situation requires it. He gropes and fondles and rubs in the neediest way, groaning when Aether sneaks a hand up Dew's shirt to tweak sensitive nipples. It comes as no surprise that Aether fattens up quickly, Dew stroking up and down the length where it's pressed against the material. The harder and faster clever fingers toy with rings, the more insistent the groping becomes, Aether's hips hitching forward into it. He knows his face and neck must be flushed. He feels overwarm, but abandoning pleasuring Dew's chest to peel off his shirt feels unfair. He aches, throbbing under a palm so warm he can feel it through his pants. Dew is just so insistent, so-

"Slow down," Aether whispers between kisses.

"No," Dew responds, gripping harder, stroking him without a care to his protest.

It feels good. Almost unfortunately, too good. Aether is keenly aware of the fact Dew still has a plug in his ass, and that the way he squirms is to allow for more stimulation. He makes devastating sounds with every tweak on his nipples, and he knows just how to fondle his thick cock to make him insane. He's increasingly aware of the way he's tingling, the way his balls feel so full as his sack gets tight.

"Dew, seriously," he says, much more urgently as the realization of how close he is so fast smacks him in the face. Dew's only response is to kiss him deeper and Aether begins to tremble, desperate for breaths in between sloppy kisses. "One second, love, please-"

Dew focuses on the head, squeezing and stroking and that's- that's a terrible thing. What happens next is worse:

"Get inside me and you can watch it drip out later," Dew breathes.

"Oh, no, Dew, oh no, oh-"

His eyes roll and his hips twitch as the comment proves to be too much after the misery of the day. There's a quick moment where his stomach twists, a small speck of suspension, and then he throbs hard and-

Aether whimpers pathetically as his cock flexes in Dew's hand and spits out everything he has to give in his pants.

"Fuck," Dew panics, but to his credit gropes him through it. "No, fuck, you weren't- unholy shit, why-"

Aether shudders, and is acutely aware of the wet spot soaking in and spreading, face burning with the embarrassment and each wave of pleasure, twitching under Dew's fingers.

"I'll make it up to you," he grits out, and Dew's breathing, harsh to his ears, intensifies when he gets his faculties back and presses Dew back onto the dusty floor and fights the urge to unglamour enough to draw sharp claws over the jeans to tear them off.

[forlorn-crows]

WaterDew and Aether quickie between chores. maybe its a first time too

not a first time this time, but definitely a quickie. how long do you think it takes for aether to lose his cool when he smells dew's heat? is it longer than it takes for him to blow?

1.3k of raunchy aether and his little droplet cucoming right up~

Aether shoves him into the vestments storage closet in the hall behind the chapel, bullying him up against the only bare wall in the narrow space. 

“Aether, what the—”

He scents him, snuffling behind his ear. “Heat. Can smell it on you. Driving me crazy.” Dew gasps, and his scent flares stronger. “Fuck, I need you.”

The water ghoul whines when Aether curls his hips towards his own, the state of his arousal evident as it presses against Dew’s belly. “But the candles—”

“Let me. Say you’ll let me.” His hands are everywhere: grabbing at his chest, his waist, slipping under his shirt and past his waistband. “Not gonna take long.”

Dew groans at that, sinking against the wall. He arches into Aether’s hand when he grabs at his ass, cock quickly filling out in his pants. He’s dizzy. Need he didn’t feel before punches him in the gut. He wasn’t even thinking about it when he felt the little stirrings in his stomach this morning, but fuck, does he need it now. The quintessence ghoul presses a finger against his hole and circles his rim, growling at the slick starting to form. 

“Shit, do it, fuck me,” he hisses. Pawing at Aether’s belt as the bigger ghoul smashes their lips together. It’s sloppy, dirtier than he’s used to. But it’s good—Aether takes the lead, stripping him bare from the waist down, pants and underwear pooled at the ankles, and freeing his own cock from his pants. He groans loudly against Dew’s neck as he strokes himself, only indulging in a few rubs against the water ghoul’s own cock before he spins Dew around and kicks his legs apart as far as they’ll go while still trapped in his clothing.

“Just like this,” he rumbles, caging him in against the wall. “Lucifer, you’re so wet already.”

And he is: slick coating his rim, the inside of his cheeks. He’ll probably start dripping soon, defiling the dingy carpet and the front of Aether’s pants with the stench of his heat. 

The bigger ghoul slots his cock in between his cheeks, rutting into Dew hard. He can’t help but arch into it—elbows pressed against the plaster, tail up high over his hip. Exposing. Baring his submission. The quintessence ghoul has yet to be so rough, so careless as he is now, humping him like an animal, but Dew would be lying if he said he didn’t go immediately weak in the knees for it. It’s easy to let him inside, thick finger pumping and twisting until it fills him up. 

Sweat beads up along the sides of his spine. Cold to hot in an instant, that insatiable arousal barging to the surface and demanding more in its feverish way. 

It’s what Dew slurs into the wall once Aether starts wiggling the one finger, stretching him out: “More, Aethe, need more.”

“Yeah, gonna be so full of me,” he purrs, already probing with a second finger. It slides in just as easy as the first, pulling from Dew a bitten-lipped moan. “Fuck, just like that, huh? Need me so bad you’re sucking me in.”

“Uh huh,” the water ghoul whines helplessly. He grinds down on those thick fingers, doing half the effort of working himself open. He can’t help but reach down and paw at himself loosely. He’s wet there too, precum drooling from the slit and little head shiny with it. Dew rests his head against his own forearm and keens. 

Aether shushes him, leaning in close to hiss into his ear. “Wouldn’t want anyone to come knocking, would you?” he says gruffly, nipping at the lobe. Dew’s cock kicks traitorously. Aether laughs, crooks his fingers some. “Oh, you’d like that, droplet? Want the others to see you like this, all stretched out for me, dripping on the carpet?” 

“Aether—” He is absolutely filthy today. Out of his mind horny, just off of Dew and the flare of his heat. 

“Shh, just let me—”

The third finger comes soon enough, just as easy a slide as the others. Dew’s breath is shallow now, panting with the effort of keeping relatively quiet as Aether stretches him. He can’t stop touching himself, adding to the mess on his hand, the carpet. As he’s about to do the fourth finger, the water ghoul whines and spreads his legs further.

“Put it in,” he begs. Shakes his head, those silver flyaways somehow glinting in the dark. “Can’t wait any more.”

Aether all but rips his fingers out of his little body, wetting his cock with slick and pre before shoving the wide head of it against Dew’s hole. The water ghoul keens, tail twitching against his shoulder. Presenting the best he can given their position. It’s enough for Aether, who pushes in all the way to the base in one nasty slide and bottoms out with a groan right against Dew’s temple. 

“Fuck, how do you feel so good?” he growls, wrapping his arms around his waist. Pinning him against his body as he starts to move. “Oh gods, just like that.”

“Fu-cking hell, Aethe,” Dew moans. He begs him to go faster, harder, his little hand immediately flying over his cock, because it feels too good to slow down. The need burns hot and fast in his belly, and he knows Aether can feel it. 

“Squeeze it, that’s it,” he rasps. “Just like that, baby boy, just like that.”

Aether’s cock slides hot and fast against his walls, pelvis tipping up with each thrust to get that much deeper. Dew swears he can feel every time the wide head slips out of the foreskin inside of him, smooth and delicate right against the spot that lights up his entire body. He can certainly feel the squish of his balls against his taint every time he bottoms out: full, round, and warm. Slapping against skin wet with sweat and slick. 

“Hu-uh-oh fuck—” Dew’s pleasure is a runaway train barreling down a short track: destined to bust at any moment. 

“Yeah?” Aether goads. Fingers digging bruises into the front of his hipbones. Dew’s legs are shaking already, a sure sign of his oncoming demise. He can hardly catch his breath with how fast he’s reached the edge with Aether as a catalyst. If he were of sounder mind, he might accuse him of plotting it—weaving magick into his touch to ignite that infant flame and engulf him in hazy lust. Take him for his own and mark him for this cycle before anyone else could. 

He knows Aether wouldn’t. But the thought of him doing it purposefully makes his stomach flip. His hand is still going too fast over his achingly hard cock, and a well-aimed thrust makes him paint the wall with his spend before he has a chance to cry out. 

Aether groans, dropping his face down to Dew’s shoulder. “Fuck, that’s it; cum for me, cum on my cock.” Dew lets out a stream of shitshitshit’s as the quintessence ghoul replaces the hand on his dick with his own, tugging hard for every last drop. “Gonna let me give it to you now?”

Dew nods his head with a whine, twitching as the overstim sets in. “You can have me,” he starts babbling, “all yours—make me yours.”

“Gonna,” Aether strains. “Oh, Dew—”

“Uh huh—”

His cock grows impossibly thicker, ramrod straight in Dew’s little body. He can feel the difference in the weight of his balls as Aether thrusts, once, twice, three times—he buries himself on the fourth, spilling deep inside as he surrounds the water ghoul with an iron grip. 

“Takeittakeittakeit,” he groans, jerking against him. “Fuck.” Dew lets out a shaky moan at the feeling of his load filling him up, claiming him. Tipping him past the point of greedy into insatiable. Hungry.

He won’t be able to stay soft for long, not with the way Aether scents him further and nips at his shoulder. Humping into their shared mess so it really stays deep. He is Aether’s now, at least for the duration of his heat, and the quintessence ghoul won’t let him forget it.

[iamthecomet]

Nothing is Enough

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Dewther Featuring: Quintosis. Mean Aether. Hair Pulling. Kink negotiated off screen. Dew being *very* into shame. Oral sex. Aether being a bastard. Dew being completely and totally down for it. Word Count: ~1.7k

Many thanks to @kroas-adtam and @miasmaghoul for encouraging my hair pulling Aether agenda.

“Please,” Dew whispers. A barely there noise that Aether could pretend not to hear. For a second–Dew thinks he really didn’t hear. Aether doesn’t shift, doesn’t say a word. Then, there’s an inhale, deeper than the others. Dew’s stomach flips over, drops, settles somewhere down by his balls. .

“I told you to be quiet,” His voice is cold, sharp. Void of any fondness and Dew feels himself throb. He almost moans with it–this callousness. He longs for it to be used against him. He wants to choke on it.

“My feet hurt, Aeth. Come on.”

“Shut up.”

Read the rest on AO3.

[ghoul-slime]

Pâte à Choux

Kinktober 2024 - Day 6: Creampie

Pairing: Aether/Dew Rating: Explicit Words: 628 Tags: creampie, cum eating, oral. Trans Dew - cunt, clit, and folds used for Dew.

Once again, thank you to @kroas-adtam for putting together a Ghost Kinktober list again this year! @papaslittlesunshine and I picked out some dates for each other to write (thank you!). We both wrote for today - make sure you go check out Sunny's fic too (Raindrop quickie!!).

Read under the cut or on Ao3

Aether pulls out with a groan, spent cock slipping from the wet, warm clutch of Dew’s body. He’s got Dew nearly folded in half and pressed into the soft fabric of their tangled sheets when he pulls away, watching the fire ghoul’s skinny chest heaving as he works to catch his breath.

Dew unwraps his shaky legs from around Aether’s waist and lets them fall boneless to the bed as he reaches up to drag Aether down for a breathless kiss.

After a moment, Aether pulls back, not before planting a quick kiss to Dew’s sweaty temple. And then he’s sliding himself down to settle between Dew’s splayed thighs. 

Dew threads his fingers through Aether’s shaggy hair, letting his eyes flutter closed again in anticipation for what he knows comes next.

Aether takes two fingers and spreads Dew’s pretty lips. Admires how fucked open and pink he looks, wet hole still spasming and contracting from his orgasm moments earlier. Aether watches as the load he just pumped into his cunt starts to slowly drip back out. Dew makes a valiant effort to clench around nothing, to keep it all inside, but the way Aether is holding him open, he can’t help but let it start to spill.

Aether traces a finger through his folds, admiring just how delicious Dew looks like this, spread open and glistening. Dripping. 

Dew gasps, sensitive and overstimulated, as Aether leans in and pushes his mess back inside with his tongue.

On any other night he’d be content to savor the taste of Dew alone, but like this, with Dew stuffed full of his cum, Aether goes dizzy with it. It’s the sweet taste of Dew’s slick, mixed with the bitter, salty taste of Aether’s own release. It makes him go possessive, like he’s marked a part of Dew with a piece of himself, changed them both in a way that melds the two of them together irreversibly.  

It’s so real and tangible he can taste the proof of it on his tongue.

With a low, rumbling growl, Aether grips Dew’s thighs and spreads him open, licks him out, making sure not a single drop goes to waste. Above him Dew starts breathing heavily, thighs flexing as Aether laps at his sensitive clit and wet, fucked open little hole. Licking everything up and swallowing it all down greedily, leaving nothing behind until he has Dew squirming on his tongue. Mouth full of Dew’s cunt, Aether chances a glance back up and sees the fire ghoul with his head tipped back and jaw slack, eyes closed, and a contented, blissed out expression across his sharp features.

Aether stops his work to bring himself back up level with Dew’s pretty face. When Dew cracks open a questioning eye, Aether dips down to kiss him, to let him have a taste as well.

Dew hums into the kiss. Opens his mouth wide so Aether can dive in even deeper. And Aether takes the invitation, licks into the little ghoul’s mouth, pressing his tongue flat against Dew’s as they move with each other.

“Mmm s’good,” Dew drawls out against Aether’s lips, “tastes good.” 

Aether watches as his pink tongue darts out to lick his spit-slick lips. Pink and puffy and shiny from their kissing. A perfect mirror image of the sight between his thighs.

“Yeah?” Aether answers, leaning in to kiss him again. Moving his lips against the other ghoul’s, feeding him a kiss wet with the lingering taste of them both. 

Dew hums in agreement and nods, rolling his hips against Aether’s as their lazy kisses turn heated once again. 

“Think I’m gonna need to have another taste. Just to be sure,” he answers, before hoisting Dew’s legs over his shoulders and diving back in for more.

[coffeeghoulie]

Ghostober Day #29: Phone/Video

Much thanks to @kroas-adtam for putting Ghostober together <3

Pairing: Mountain/Dew/Aether

Aether sets some rules for Dew when he goes off on tour without him. Mountain finds a work around. Inspired by this post by @forlorn-crows

Explicit, 4k. Contains possessive Aether, anal sex, masturbation, mentions of piercings, stomach bulge, begging, and aftercare.

Divider by @wrathofrats <3

Aether wakes slowly, as he always does. His bed is too empty and too cold, but he still snoozes his alarm three times before he notices he has messages. He grumbles, still half asleep, pawing at his nightstand until he finds his glasses. He unlocks his phone as he shoves them on.

It's been hard, to say the least, being without his pack and without his mate at his side. He's never been away from Dew for more than a week before. Human technology makes it a little easier, but texts and calls barely hold a candle to the bonfire that is having Dew in his arms, in his bed, at his mercy.

Aether hadn't thought it fair that Dew would be in the company of their entire pack (minus Sunny, who'd be staying behind with him), all of them in close quarters and hopped up on adrenaline and constantly, perpetually horny. Dew's loved by the entire pack, but he's Aether's before he's anyone else's.

So he'd set some rules. Dew hadn't thought they were exactly fair, but a few orgasms had changed the tune he'd been singing.

Aether had been, quite smugly, saving every picture Dew had sent him over the last few months. Various hotel rooms, his bunk on the bus, the bathrooms and showers backstage at several venues.

Dew's spindly fingers in focus. Sometimes glamoured pale, sometimes soot gray and clawed. Covered in pearly, sticky cum, sometimes even with his stiffy still in his grip, just as messy.

"If I have to get off only to the thought of you for the next few months, darling," Aether had crooned in Dew's ear the night before the fire ghoul had left for tour, "Then you can only get off to the thought of me. Nobody else, alright, love?"

And to this point, much to Aether's delighted surprise, Dew's been a good boy (He really shouldn't be surprised. He's been Aether's good boy for a very long time, and Aether's put in a lot of effort in making him a good boy). He's sent Aether a picture of every single time he's cum to the thought of his mate and his hand.

If he's lucky, if Dew has the energy and the privacy to do it, Aether gets a video instead. He's never cum faster in his own hand than hearing his mate's breath hitching, whiny begging through tinny speakers, pleading his mate to let him get off. How much he needs it. A mouth, a cock, a cunt, a hand that's not his own, fucking anything, please Aether. But Dew's always good for Aether, follows his rules to the letter.

With the timezone difference, between his pack touring and him being back at the main Abbey, Aether often wakes up to new material to hoard in his spank bank.

He doesn't have to report to the infirmary for another hour and a half; plenty of time to squeeze one out. He blinks as he puts on his glasses. To his surprise, and his half-chubbed cock's dismay, there's no new messages from Dew.

There are, however, several text messages from Mountain.

Sweet Thing <3: you asked me and cirr to take care of the pack while we're away, and he's been really worked up the last couple of days so i thought i'd take care of him.

Sweet Thing <3: don't worry, i made sure he didn't break any rules ;)

Sweet Thing <3 sent a video attachment (816 MB)

Sweet Thing <3:you know what, maybe don't watch this if you're not alone. have a good morning, nova!

Aether opens his phone, opening his messages. They're all timestamped from about half an hour ago, the middle of the night for his pack, but just before sunrise for him.

The video attachment's thumbnail is black. Aether feels his curiosity piquing, glancing around his room like anybody'd be listening in. He's probably just paranoid, the band ghoul wing pitifully empty barring him and Sunny, but he grabs his earbuds just in case. He props himself up against the headboard with a grunt, blinking the last of the sleep from his eyes as he clicks play on the video, unmuting it.

The screen is dark, the phone camera-side down somewhere. The first thing Aether hears is Mountain's voice. "Oh, come on, droplet. You won't get in trouble. I won't let you."

Aether's heart sings when he hears Dew's voice, even though it's a little standoffish, nervous. Breathy in a way Aether's intimately familiar with. "He, shit, explicitly told me I wasn't fucking allowed to, Mount."

Mountain's laughter, warm and rumbling. "There's a way around it, droplet. You needed this, and he left me and Cirrus in charge. I'm taking care of my pack. I don't care what he told you."

Aether's tail bats against the mattress, a low growl building in his throat, a completely useless threat display for someone who's across an ocean at the very moment. He's not an idiot. He knows what had been happening while he slept. His mate, underneath another ghoul despite explicit instructions. Another ghoul butting his way between them. Even if it is just Mountain.

"Are you sure, Mount?" Dew's voice sounds small, nervous. The soft rustle of fingers through hair.

"I promise, droplet."

The camera pulls back as Mountain picks his phone up, struggling to focus until Mountain manually does it. Instantly, the anger roiling in Aether's gut quenches at the sight of his mate. He's beautiful, body on full display, little obsidian horns shining, copper hair splayed out on the pillow under his head. It glints in the yellow lamplight, molten metal.

There's a blush already on his cheeks, spilling down his sternum, staining creamy pale skin. Aether's eyes rake down Dew's body hungrily. He's seen Dew, mostly just like this, through a screen, but he's greedy for every glimpse he can get.

Mountain rumbles appreciatively, tinny through the speakers, as the camera pans down to the sharp lines of Dew's hipbones. He's already ruddy and leaky, his cock stiff and shiny. Dew's fingers curl into the bedding, blinking doe-eyed up at the camera.

"Mount," he breathes, narrow chest heaving.

"Lucifer, look at you," Mountain says. Aether can't see his expression, but he knows intimately what he looks like when he's hungry with lust. The earth ghoul's even fallen into bed with the two of them, multiple times. Aether feels himself pulse in his flannel pants. He ignores it for now. Knows he's got better coming soon.

The camera shifts, Mountain nudging Dew's skinny thighs open. Even through the screen, Aether can see the glint of slick between his legs. His mouth waters, sense memory reminding him exactly what it to press his tongue to that tight little hole. He feels the jealousy reignite in his ribcage, that Mountain can, if he wants, drink from the source, while he has to settle with memory.

"So wet, Dew," Mountain groans, sliding two fingertips from his taint down to his hole, sliding in to the third knuckle with no resistance. "Tell me who got you like this."

Dew's brow furrows, confusion dancing in those candlelight eyes. He whines as Mountain's fingers don't move, just still inside of his ass. "Mount-"

Mountain tsks, pulling his fingers out as Dew reaches up to him in protest. They shine in the lamplight. "No, I didn't get you like this. Who got you like this? I know you know who did. Tell him."

Slowly, through the haze of lust and nerves, realization burns into Dew's expression. His eyes glance up to the camera. "Aether," he moans, and a bolt of heat shoots straight to Aether's balls. "Aether got me like this, I'm wet for Aether, I'm wet for you."

Aether shoves his hand down the front of his pants, giving his bulge a squeeze to ease the sudden pressure. He can't tear his eyes away from his little mate.

He watches Dew yelp as Mountain gives him his fingers back, prepping him quickly but thoroughly. Through his earbuds, Aether can hear just how wet Dew is, stomach swooping at the obscenity.

Mountain pulls his fingers out, wiping his slick onto the scratchy hotel covers. Aether almost growls at the waste, but then Mountain's cock is in frame and Dew whines, eyes wide. "Mountain," he breathes, voice hitching as he glances down.

Aether considers himself well-endowed, in the humblest way a ghoul can be, thick and heavy. But Mountain blows him out of the water, long and veiny and difficult to take on the best of days. But he's seen at least most of the prep Dew's gotten, and his fingers tense around his phone at the idea of Dew taking him like this. Carved open and used.

"Tell me what you want," Mountain says, and Aether tears his eyes away from Dew for a moment to watch the earth ghoul stroke himself, spreading what's left of Dew's slick over himself.

"I want Aether to fuck me," Dew whines, hips nudging up. His little cock kicks against his hip, smearing globs of precum into the hollow of his hip. "I want my mate's cock. Aeth, I want you."

Mountain sighs endearingly, his other hand settling on Dew's hip. "I'm not Aether, firefly, but we can pretend for now, can't we?"

Aether curses, shoving his flannel pants and boxers down, his own cock springing up and smacking against his belly before he can get his hand on it. He hisses through his teeth as he squeezes the base, and he misses what Mountain says next. A bead of precum wells up in the slit.

He watches Mountain nudge the ruddy head of his cock against Dew's taint, sliding down to his hole. All three ghouls hold their breaths.

Dew and Mountain must be having a discussion with expressions, or thoughts, because Dew nods and less than a split second later, Mountain's pushing in. Dew's face melts in pleasure, candlelight eyes rolling back into his head, mouth falling lax and open.

Aether bites his lip hard, squeezing his cock hard so he doesn't spill over himself already. A quick check reveals there's still twenty minutes left of the video. He can't cum yet. He can't tear his eyes away.

Slowly, glacially slowly, Mountain presses in. Dew takes his bottom lip between his fangs, biting down hard to hold back a mewl as his body splits open around him. His hands curl into fists, white knuckling the comforter under him. Aether tentatively starts to stroke himself just as slow.

It feels like it takes forever, but eventually Mountain's hips kiss the backs of Dew's thighs, both of the ghouls groaning as he sheathes himself.

"Fuck, nova," Mountain rumbles. "He's so fucking wet and hot. Squeezing the fucking life out of me."

Aether growls, but Mountain keeps talking. The camera focuses on where their bodies meet, and Aether can see Mountain's thighs trembling with the effort of holding still. "Fuck," he grunts, jerking himself off a little faster, pulling the foreskin back from the head.

"You doing alright, droplet?" Mountain asks, petting up Dew's flank, trying to soothe him from the intense stretch.

Dew shakily nods, his narrow chest heaving. It makes his nipple piercings glint in the lamplight. Aether wants nothing more than to tweak them between his fingers. Or maybe suck on them. Taste Dew's skin and metal. "Just- just gimme a second. Please."

"Of course, Dewey," Mountain assures him. "You're being so good. Gonna take care of you. Gonna be a good packmate and make sure you're satisfied the way I know Aether does."

Aether rucks the hem of his shirt up. He doesn't want to risk staining it with cum. With the way Dew cries out, it's very much a possibility he's going to blow early in a way he hasn't since he was fresh Up Top.

He watches Dew breath shakily, eyes glancing from the camera, past it to Mountain, and back. He looks almost shy, innocent. Aether's reminded viscerally of the first time they'd slept together, the first time Dew'd had sex in his brand new vessel Up Top, laid out on his back in Aether's bed. His balls ache, but he wills himself not to cum. Mountain hasn't even started moving yet.

Dew rests a hand over his sternum, feeling his own fluttery pulse and breathing. It smooths down his chest, pausing for a moment to tweak and tug at his own nipples. The noises he makes are liquid arousal shot straight into his veins. "'M ready, Mount," he says, voice steady despite the way his chest heaves.

He can't see it, but Aether imagines the crooked smile Mountain gives him. "Alright, firefly. Remember, this isn't me."

Dew nods shakily, shuddering with a moan. "Right, it's Aeth."

"Put on a show for him, Dewey," Mountain says, pulling out and sliding back into Dew with a gut-punched groan.

Aether can't look away from him, the way his eyes roll back the same moment as his dick kicks hard against his hip. It's pink and ruddy and sticky-shiny already. He mewls, sharp and whiny, his entire posture melting with relief as Mountain starts to fuck him nice and slow and steady.

Dew's hand slides down past his chest, fingers skating over the coppery hair trailing down from his belly button. His fingertips rest just millimeters from the head of his dick, toying with the pool of pre. Aether tears his eyes away for a moment to watch Dew's lashes flutter at the stretch of the cock inside of him.

They widen suddenly as Mountain pushes in a little more forcefully, staring up at Mountain before locking onto the camera. Aether feels pinned like a particularly interesting moth.

"I- I- Mount, I can feel him," Dew breathes, his hand pressing down onto the flat plain of his belly, no doubtedly feeling Mountain's cock inside of his body. Mountain rewards him with another shove of his hips.

Aether curses as the two of them groan, tinny through his earbuds. A facsimile of the real thing, but Aether cannot afford to be a chooser right now. Besides, it's going straight to his dick anyways.

He strokes himself, feeling the roll of his piercings against his hand. There's lube in his nightstand, but he can't be assed. Aether just stops for a moment to spit in his palm, using that to ease the way.

Mountain picks up the pace, long fingers wrapped tight around Dew's hip. The camera stays steady as Dew wails, scrabbling at the covers. The force of his thrusts shoves Dew higher and higher up the bed. The cheap hotel bedding rustles as Mountain pulls Dew harshly back onto his cock, Dew's wail sharp and loud.

Aether has to fight to keep his eyes open, feeling his cock pulse against his palm as he jerks himself off. The image of his mate getting fucked within an inch of his life is sending him hurtling towards his own orgasm and he doesn't want to cum yet. But in the darkness behind his eyelids, Dew's cries, the slick sound of Mountain's cock spearing into him, the squeak of the cheap bedsprings all go straight to his balls.

"Droplet, what did he tell you that the rule was?" Mountain's voice, strained around the edges, cuts through it all. Aether watches Dew's eyes cloud with confusion, head tipped back and exposing the column of his throat.

Mountain doesn't stop fucking him, one hand bodily moving him up and down his cock. It takes Dew a solid minute to actually get the words out.

"He told me- fuck!- He told me I- shit- He told me I had to cum to the thought of him!" Dew cries out as Mountain slams into him. "I couldn't cum for anyone else! Had to be me getting off to him."

"And you're thinking of him right now, aren't you?" Mountain prompts. Dew's eyes roll back, hand still over the flat of his belly. His dick jumps, blurting out more pre. "What he's doing to you?"

Dew moans, sharp and airy, and Aether almost drops his phone. His own cock throbs. The mess of spit and pre is spilling over his knuckles as he squeezes a little tighter. Aether's callouses rub just right, a bite of friction.

"He's fuckin' me," Dew slurs, squeezing his eyes shut. "Aether's fuckin' me." Mountain's hand tightens around the meat of Dew's skinny thigh. Aether growls possessively at the thought of it bruising. Another ghoul's mark on his mate's body.

"No," Mountain chides softly, tone juxtaposed by the force that he fucks him with. "He's back at home. We're sending him a little treat for him to wake up to. To show him that you're following the rules."

Dew starts to moan again, but Mountain moves the camera down to where he disappears into Dew's body. It's slick and obscene, shiny in the light, and Aether strokes himself at the same brutal pace Mountain sets. He wants to close his eyes and imagine his fist is Dew's ass, that the sounds Mountain's drawing out of his mouth are because of him.

But closing his eyes means that he won't see Dew's hand wrap around himself, squeezing his little cock as his balls start to draw up to his body. So he keeps them open.

"That's it, firefly," Mountain groans, the camera starting to shake as they both lose themselves in chasing pleasure. "You're being so good for your mate."

Off screen, Dew yelps as a thrust drags along a sensitive spot inside of him. More precum spills down his ruddy shaft. It drips over his knuckles the same way Aether's is right now.

"You're going to cum, not because of me. You're going to make yourself cum," Mountain says, growling like a rockslide. "You're following his rules, he's so lucky he's got such a good, obedient mate."

Aether moans, nothing to muffle the noise. Not like he cares. He's watching Dew fall apart around Mountain's cock. Nothing else matters. He tries to ignore the burning jealousy in the pit of his chest. This is the best wake up call he's gotten in months.

"Fuck," Dew hisses, spindly fingers wrapped tight around himself. "Right fucking there, Lucifer, Mount!"

Mountain growls, low and dangerous. He freezes, drawing a pathetic whimper from the little fire ghoul under him.

The camera jolts up to Dew's face, teary and jaw lax with pleasure. "Mount-" he starts to whine, looking past the camera, but then Mountain's other hand comes up to grab him by the jaw. Dew's gaze is forced to the lens, and Aether nearly cums then and there at the dazed look in his eyes, only a thin copper ring remaining of his irises.

"What did I say, Dew?" Mountain rumbles. "Who are you getting off for?"

Aether watches enraptured as the gears turn in Dew's fucked out mind. "Aeth," he whines, eyes struggling to focus on the camera. "Aeth, please."

And if that doesn't make Aether's balls draw up, his mate begging for him. Saying please without it being dragged and forced out of him.

"Cum for your mate, Dewdrop," Mountain orders. "Look at him and make yourself cum for Aether."

The camera pulls back just in time to capture Dew's hand moving frantically over his cock before he cums all the way up to his pierced nipples. His candlelight eyes roll back with a whimpered cry, and that's all Aether needs to follow him.

Aether shouts as his orgasm hits him like a bus, release thick and hot where it shoots over his belly, dribbling over his knuckles as he works himself through it. His head swims.

Mountain pulls out, and Aether is too out of it to care if he came or not. When he watches this back after his shift, maybe he'll pay more attention, but he could not care less.

But the camera focuses on Dew's teary, blissed out face once more. "Tell him thank you, droplet. Show him."

Dew smiles, eyes half lidded. "Came for you, starshine," he slurs, trying to catch his breath as the aftershocks wrack through him. He holds up his hand, covered in spend, and starts to lick it up.

The video cuts off. Aether pants, his release cooling on his belly and his knuckles as he tries to catch his breath. His head spins. He plops his phone against his chest, letting his eyes shut for a moment.

"Infernal fucking Majesty," he curses the moment he has the breath to do so. He presses the little star on the hotbar at the bottom of the screen to save it to his favorites before he even thinks about getting up to clean himself up.

He gives himself three minutes to catch his breath before he gets up. The cum cooling on his belly is starting to cake in his thick happy trail, and it's beginning to get uncomfortable. He gets up with a groan, figuring he'll just shower it off before he has to go to work anyways. He's got an hour before he has to clock in still, he's got time.

When Aether finishes washing up, he heads back to his bed to snooze for just a little bit before he actually does have to get ready to work. His phone screen lights up with a notification and he rushes to grab it.

Sweet Thing <3: Rise and shine, nova

Sweet Thing <3: We're about to go to bed, but he'd like to talk to you if you're up and have the time

Aether scrambles for his earbuds again. He can't hit the video call button in Mountain's contact information fast enough. Mountain answers on the second ring, hands too big for his phone even in half-glamour.

He sees the same shitty hotel bedding, reflecting the yellow lamplight off of it. Some garish yet forgettable wallpaper, a cheap headboard. And there in the center of the screen, Dew and Mountain. They've cleaned up since whenever the video had been recorded, their hair damp and braided back. Aether recognizes the shirt Dew's swimming in as one of his own. They both look exhausted, Dew especially. He nuzzles into Mountain's chest, one orange eye peeking half lidded at the phone screen.

It widens when he sees Aether on the screen, a little bit of nerves and a lot of fondness in his expression.

Aether smiles, big and genuine. "Hi, baby," he coos, a little bit of the weight on his heart easing. "I hear you'd like to talk."

Dew nods, almost imperceptibly, and Mountain smiles, petting over the fire ghoul's back with a broad hand. "Did- you watched it." Dew says, voice almost small. It's such a difference from his usual little spitfire that Aether's head spins. He wants nothing more than to wrap him up in his arms.

"Yeah, darling, I saw. And thoroughly enjoyed," Aether laughs, though not unkindly. "Just got back from the bathroom. You made a mess of me. Thank you for cumming for me."

Dew smiles, that little mischievous spark that Aether loves dancing in his eye. "Sorry for breaking the rules, Aeth, I'm glad it made up for it."

Aether laughs, and he can hear Mountain's rumbling chuckle. It moves Dew bodily, and that smile falls from his face like water draining in the sink basin. "Aether? Mount?"

"I wasn't going to mention you breaking your rules about getting fucked by the others, my darling, this seems like it was our dear Mountain's idea," Aether coos, dark and almost dangerous. "But making up for it? We'll see about making up for it when you come home."

Dew shudders, eyes going wide. Aether cannot for the life of him hide the way the thought makes him grin.

"Get some sleep, baby boy. You two've got a long day tomorrow," Aether says, wicked grin fading into something genuine and fond. "I'll call on my break. I love you two."

"Love you too, nova," Mountain says, flashing a boyish smile as he pulls Dew closer to him. "Have a good day at work."

"Good night, Aeth," Dew whispers. "I love you too. Can't wait to get back."

"Neither can I. Sleep well, baby boy."

Aether hangs up, already thinking about what he'll do when Dew comes home.

[ghoultrifle]

Dew's Best Kept Secret

Have some nasty DewRora glasses porn, you freaks /aff.

Summary: Dew hates his glasses, Aurora (and Aether) think they're unbearably hot - cue them fucking nasty

These are what I'm imagining Dew wears (when he has to)

Oh and everyone's trans

@jimothybarnes optician tag, i feel like there's another optician-adjacent writer here but i cannot remember who, sorry! edit: @dewedup optician tag hehe thanks jesus for reminding me <3

READ BELOW THE CUT OR ON AO3

He sits on the edge of the bed, a full length mirror positioned just too far away for him to see himself. Blurry fingers gliding over his ruddy cock, blissed expression masked by the distance.

Dewdrop hates his glasses, they make him lose his bad boy edge, he’d fit right in as a librarian when he wears them, he reckons. Nothing more than the nerdy girl in a romcom that becomes absolute dynamite when she goes to prom, without the frames. Aether is the only ghoul blessed with the privilege of even knowing Dewdrop needs glasses, not least being the only ghoul to see him wear them.

“Head up, darling, at the mirror, need you to see exactly what I’m doing to that pretty body of yours,” the quintessence ghoul had insisted, holding the smaller ghoul in front of him, fingers glossy as he teased Dew’s clit.

“Uhh Aeth, I appreciate the sentiment but- ah, I can’t see shit, ‘m not wearing my contacts.”

“Oh, uh, you got glasses anywhere, firefly?” he replied, realising why the fire ghoul was so clumsy; he couldn’t fucking see anything. This was a vulnerable moment for Dewdrop and Aether knew it. Keen on keeping the ghoul atop him a horny crying mess instead of a sad one, he brushed over the sudden confession in favour of letting Dew see himself all hard and leaking.

“Bedside drawer,” he huffed.

Aether blindly reached out to grab the glasses, smudging the lenses in the process. Still curiously running his fingers between Dew’s folds he opened the frames with his teeth before placing them on the fire ghoul’s face.

“Holy fuck, Dewdrop, you’re stunning.”

The round lenses complimented his sharp jawline, softening his features. But Dew would never see it that way, convinced Aether was so madly in love with him that he could have worn clown makeup to bed and the other would think it was hot.

Tonight, Dew is thinking back to the moment he could see exactly how his dick quivered under Aether’s strokes, how he leaked onto those thunderous thighs, glistening. It’s not often Dewdrop pleasures himself alone, with more than enough ghouls willing to accompany him. And it’s even less often he takes his time to indulge himself, to really drag it out and appreciate his body. More commonly, he’s quietly cranking one out on the tour bus, or sticking his hand between his legs with fervour when he just can’t sleep.

He groans as he picks up those perfectly circular frames from his bedside, long having run out of contacts. If he didn’t know better he’d say Aether purposefully lost his prescription just to see him wear them.

As long as he keeps focused on his dick, he needn’t think about the horrors above. Dewdrop keeps his eyes below his neck with laser-point precision, dragging claws down his chest, catching on his scars as he lets the hand reach below to dip inside. It’s been months since he’s seen the way his cunt opens up around him, accommodates those sly fingers, and clenches when he starts petting in time with the short, needy strokes on his clit.

He’s struggling to even keep his eyes open now, whiny moans escaping his lips as he pumps his fingers inside. The visuals combined with the slick sounds of his digits, it’s too much. Dewdrop’s on the edge, seconds away from his release, only accelerated by being able to see his reflection thrown back at him. Just a few more pumps and –

“Dewdrop Ghoul! What have I said about using my conditioner?!” an even smaller ghoul shouts down the corridor before barging into his room.

In his hazed brain, Dew decides it’s the glasses he wants to hide from Aurora, not his state of undress, furiously pawing them off his nose as they clatter to the ground. 

“Fuck- Rory learn to knock once in a while!” he stutters, his foot delicately trying to hide his secret beneath the bed.

“Firstly, learn to lock a door, idiot,” she mumbles in reply, unfazed by the state of the ghoul before her, “Secondly, you get off to yourself wearing glasses? Sounds freaky,” she says, winking at the fire ghoul.

“They’re my glasses? I need them to see? Just don’t wear ‘em ‘cause they look silly.”

“Ohh so you like watching yourself then? Wouldn’t have put you down for that, seems like more of Rain’s vibe.”

Aurora moves to close the distance between them. She reaches down to pick up the dusty frames, blowing chilled air over them as she places them askew on Dewdrop’s face, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek.

“Lucky for you, I love glasses,” she moans, bringing Dewdrop’s hand to cup her half hard cock, kicking as he makes contact through the skirt. Dew winces as he feels a dribble of slick leak onto the sheet below him.

She swiftly moves to his bedside, rummaging through Dew’s chest of goodies before returning with a sleek, blue suction cup dildo. Aurora sticks it squarely in front of the mirror, “Sit,” she barks.

He stares at it, standing proud against the dark floor, a shiver travelling through his spine at Aurora’s authoritative streak. He’s never seen this side of her, demanding, taking, she’s normally satisfied as a passive participant, happy to take what’s given as she basks in the pleasure. Seeing Aurora standing over him, imposing, he certainly doesn’t have to worry about lube.

Dew sinks sheepishly onto the silicone, knees bent beneath him as he moans at the renewed contact, ready for more after his near-ruined orgasm. Just looking at Aurora, still fully clothed, hand reaching beneath her skirt to pull those black panties down just enough to spring free, has him grinding on the toy.

“Did I say you could move?” she spits, saliva sticking to the lenses adorning his face.

“No ma’am,” the fire ghoul mumbles. He feels exposed, small, even beneath Aurora, the only ghoul smaller than him in every way. She just chuckles as she turns on the remote behind her back, Shit, she picked the vibrator.

He moans, distraught as his arms remain still by his side. His chest heaves and he blinks, looking at himself in the mirror, on his knees, pre running down the parts of the toy that didn’t quite fit in. Looking up he sees Aurora languidly stroking herself from root to tip, popping her hand off with a flourish each time.

She moans with each breath, the timbre drilling directly into Dew’s brain, he’s saving these sounds to repeat back next time he’s got himself alone in front of a mirror. To think about as he gets his fingers around his dick. The mental image is just as incredible; hair just grazing her shoulders, bouncing as she lolls her head back, pert nipples desperate to make themselves shown through her sheer crop top, and her thick happy trail, coarse hairs leading to the dripping cock she has in her hand.

Aurora moves between Dew and mirror, positioning herself so the fire ghoul can no longer see himself. He whines, what’s the point in wearing glasses if he’s not going to get a good look in? Alas, he continues to grind his hips as subtly as he can, clit twitching when the dildo hits the right spot. Dew stares up at Aurora, mouth agape as he breathes heavily. He goes to take her in his mouth, barely licking at the tip before the ghoulette pulls away, tutting.

“Only good boys get to suck mommy off. Good boys stay still when they’re told.”

He holds his head low, admiring Aurora’s feet, perfectly painted claws at the end of slim toes, covered in a smattering of light hair. He’ll unpack that another time.

“Head up, darling, you’re going to want to see this,” Aurora said as she gripped her cock harder now, tugging with a fiery passion, her free hand ghosting over a nipple before pinching tight as she howls, primal. With each stroke the sound of slick echoes in the room, accompanied only by the vibrator relentlessly hitting Dew’s g-spot, not quite enough to get him off but just enough to have him fighting the urge to writhe around.

Aurora bites her lip as she feels her orgasm cresting; legs struggling to support her, she grips Dew’s short horn to steady herself. The fire ghoul can’t help but double over at the pressure, those perfect hands rubbing at the base of the ivory, setting his nerves alight.

“Fuck Rory, ‘m close!” he says. Dew sucks in a breath between gritted teeth. These horns were new for the season, they’re incredibly sensitive- on par with his bottom growth- all it takes is a brush against it and he’s dripping.

“Don’t cum yet, baby, I want you to watch yourself come undone,” Aurora hurriedly mumbles between high-pitched feminine whines.

Just a few strokes later, Aurora’s cock is shooting her release right onto Dew’s glasses, milky white ropes sticking to the lenses, falling down and dripping on the fire ghoul’s red-hot face, clouding his vision as he keeps his eyes wide open in awe at the ghoulette. She milks herself dry, ensuring every last drop ends up on those frames. He looks absolutely ruined, cum trickling down his cheeks, ruby eyes hidden by the sheer amount of seed Aurora spilled, hips stuttering as he chases his release.

“Look how perfect you are for me,” she coos, letting her skirt fall down over her softening length as she moves away from the mirror, keeping a hand on the base of Dew’s horn, rubbing idly as if the ghoul attached isn’t about to explode. 

“Go on, get yourself all messy, show me how you get off when I’m not around.”

That’s all the permission Dewdrop needs to grab his dick between his thumb and forefinger before stroking with a fierce pace. His eyes drift to his reflection, it was like being inked in mario kart, still doing his best to look at the action despite being hampered by Aurora’s cum, maybe he should try this with Rain one day- get the real inky deal.

Hurried breaths follow as the ghoulette ramps up the vibrations- so intense the dildo is threatening to leave its position on the hardwood. Aurora, steadying herself on Dew’s horn, moves her foot gently up and down the inside of Dew’s thigh and it’s all too much for the fire ghoul. His orgasm punches him in the gut as his walls clench around the toy. He near-screams, hips grinding on the toy in earnest as he fucks himself through his orgasm, watching himself through the dirty lenses as his slick drips down the dildo.

Aurora dutifully tucks herself back into her panties, wetting them slightly with her slick cock, before she walks towards the door leaving Dew to clean up the both of their messes,

“You should really wear those more often, look real pretty like this.”

Dewdrop grins, maybe he will.

[miasmaghoul]

Limelight

Rating: E

Pairing: Aether/Dew

Summary: Aether and Dew see the ghovie (gone sexual). Contains handjobs, semi-public play, teasing, hand kink and quintessence fuckery.

(Also contains mentions of Rite Here Rite Now concert footage ONLY - no spoilers!)

"I feel ridiculous," Dew grumbles, tapping the toe of his boot against the dingy theater carpet. The lobby is bustling, filled with people of all ages in Ghost shirts, face paint and costumes. Dew tugs at his jacket, restless.

"Why?" Aether strokes the back of his hand with his thumb. "I thought you were excited to see the finished product?"

Dew mumbles something as they move up in line, eyeballing the concessions menu. Nearby, a pair of young girls giggle as they take a selfie with their creepy little plush Copias in front of the Rite Here Rite Now poster.

"Looks like you aren't the only one, either," Aether chuckles, elbowing Dew gently. The little ghoul rolls his eyes.

"Just...feels weird," Dew shrugs, grabbing a packet of Sour Patch Kids from the display stand. "Seeing it all...y'know." He gestures vaguely with their joined hands and Aether gives him a nod.

"You're gonna be on the big screen, baby boy," he says with a grin, looping an arm around his shoulders, and Dew frowns in a very stern sort of way.

"Get me these," he grumbles, tossing his candy onto the counter as they step up. "And a blue Icee. Large." Aether chuffs as he pulls out his wallet, rattling off things to the scrawny kid behind the till. "And nachos. With extra jalapeños."

Aether gives him a look.

"How much do you think the infirmary pays me, Dew?"

"Ugh, fine," he says with another exaggerated eye roll. "A medium Icee."

Aether pinches the tendon on the inside of his wrist and Dew kicks him in the shin. Aether shakes his head with a sigh, but he can't hide his smitten grin.

They gather up the pile of snacks - large Icee included - and make their way to the theater. It's a decent space, with reclining seats and extra chilly air conditioning. It's only about half full with five minutes til showtime, but Dew doesn't mind a smaller crowd. Their seats are great, in the back with empites on each side and in front, and Dew crosses his fingers that it stays that way. He sets down his things, shrugs off his jacket and lays it over it lap when he sits.

"How are you not cold?" Aether shivers, sitting on his hands. "It's frigid in here."

"You know I run hot," Dew shrugs, reclining his seat and crossing his ankles as he settles in. He grabs his box of nachos and scoops up a glob of impossibly yellow cheese and pickled jalapeño. "Plus, this way I can use it as a blanket if I want to."

Dew pops the chip into his mouth and demonstrates while he munches, crossing his legs and pulling the jacket up to cover his chest. He makes a tah-dah gesture and Aether smiles, leaning over to swipe a little smear of cheese from his bottom lip.

"Whatever works, I guess," he says, licking his thumb clean. He grimaces. "That tastes like spicy, salty plastic."

"I know, isn't it great?"

Dew uncovers himself and settles in again, stretching his legs and covering his lap. He takes a sip of his Icee and grabs the box again, tucking in while the theater lights start to dim. That same wiggly feeling he'd had in the lobby hits again and Dew sighs, fidgeting with the loose edge of a patch on his jacket.

"This really feels weird," he breathes, and Aether reaches over to hold his hand.

"Relax, Dew," he murmurs, lacing their fingers together. "You're gonna be just fine."

The last thing Dew sees before the lights go down is the glint of Aether's golden tooth, and he struggles to swallow the lump in his throat as the screen flickers to life.

The first time he appears, Aether audibly gasps, and Dew can't explain the way it males him feel. He shoves another chip in his mouth and decides not to think about it.

Twenty minutes and three bouts of brainfreeze later, though, his snacks are gone and Dew finds himself with no further distractions. Seeing himself - well, all of them really, but especially himself - up on that screen is doing things to his insides he can't quite explain. There's a certain level of queasiness in play, though who's to say how much of that is from watching himself play in stunning definition and how much is impending heartburn.

He squirms in his seat and tries very hard not to focus on the mistakes he catches. Tiny things he's sure no one else can see or hear - obviously, judging by the people dancing in their seats - but he sure can. He watches his fingers fly over the frets and wishes he had arched his back a little bit more in that shot. Stupid things he shouldn't give a shit about, and yet can't help but focus on. This is exactly what he was worried about when Aether suggested this outing.

Aether, on the other hand, seems to be struggling for other reasons entirely.

Dew can hear how heavy his breathing has gotten, can feel where his palm has gotten sweaty where their hands are joined. Not from the warmth of connection, but a clamminess that speaks of stress. Dew keeps looking at him from the corner of his eye, every time he hears a huff of breath or a sigh he's sure Aether thinks he's hiding, but the other ghoul's eyes remain locked on the screen. Dew's sure that if he were to lay his head on Aether's chest his heart would be racing. After one particularly harsh sigh Dew finally gives in. He focuses and reaches down the invisible link between their minds, nudging himself up against Aether's consciousness.

You okay, big guy?

Dew squeezes his hand and Aether visibly sags, shoulders slumping and legs falling apart in the reclined seat. Even in the dark, Dew can make out the bulge that movement reveals.

Oh, he slips into Aether's mind, not entirely on purpose, and the other ghoul lets out a quiet groan.

Look at you up there, Dew. Aether's reply carries rich warmth, the kind that soothes the nerves. The tone is worshipful, like Aether's borne witness to something spectacular. Fuck, just look at you.

The screen cuts to a close up of him as if on cue, fingers effortlessly gliding over his strings, and Dew's attention shifts to their joined hands. Aether's stroking his thumb over the most prominent vein on the back of his strumming hand, tracing it with effortless precision. A motion he's done a thousand times over, but one that feels so different with the starved way he's watching the screen.

He doesn't fight it when Aether pulls his hand into his lap, and his eyelids flutter when he feels just how hard Aether's gotten in his jeans. His own cock gives an interested twitch as he rubs at that sizable bulge, feeling it pulse against his palm. He doesn't say a word as he shrugs off Aether's grip, but he does roll his eyes when Aether whines into his head.

Two seconds, he says, scooting as close to Aether as he can in his seat. He pulls his jacket from his lap and lays it over Aether's instead, sneaking that clever hand back under to fondle him again. There, that's better.

Aether's mouth drops open when Dew gives him a squeeze, gripping his armrests so hard they creak. His eyes never leave the screen, though. Not even when Dew's elegant fingers start fiddling with his zipper. Not tugging it down, not yet, just dragging a nail over the teeth and loving the way it makes Aether flinch.

You're really worked up, aren't you?

He can't hide the twinge of surprise the thought carries, a curious inflection pushed into Aether's clearly distracted mind. He knows Aether loves to watch him play - always the one to tag along with him for midnight practice sessions and sunrise acoustic sets whenever sleep eludes him. And every time, no matter how many years pass, Dew would find Aether staring at his hands. Fixated on the control Dew prides himself on, focused on the way his skilled fingers danced over the neck and strummed out the most complex riffs with what looked like no effort at all. Aether would always rub his hands afterwards, massaging in just a hint of quintessence to help relieve hours of soreness.

Dew would reciprocate with a little rubbing of his own, of course. He's nothing if not a gentleman.

Still, though, seeing Aether fall apart so very rapidly over the sight of him on that screen comes as a surprise. He isn't one to show his cards like this, usually able to hold a straight face through damn near anything. Dew knows, he's seen it - Aether remains the only one unfazed by Aeon's puppy eyes, no matter how much the kid tries. That's proof enough of his stoicism.

And yet.

It's different. The words float into his mind, wobbly and unsure. Like Aether's really struggling to form coherent thoughts. It's...it's so much different like this.

They're the last words Aether manages before Dew feels the connection between their minds falter. He's pretty sure that's his own fault, given the way he's started massaging Aether through his ever tightening jeans, but it makes Dew chuckle under his breath. He refocuses on that link as he leans closer, until he can rest his head on Aether's bicep.

I'll take your word for it. Aether throbs against his palm and Dew groans low in his throat. Fuck, you're really hard aren't you?

"Shit," the other ghoul hisses, harsh, and a girl two rows down turns to glare at them. Aether shrinks a bit in his seat, and Dew is absolutely delighted.

None of that, he scolds, popping the button under his fingers. If you can't keep quiet, I'm not gonna be able to help you. Don't you want me to help you?

Dew tugs the zipper down and sees Aether bite his lip hard enough to draw blood when he reaches inside. It's damn near impossible to keep in his own pleasured groan when he finally gets a hand on Aether, finding him stone hard and hot to the touch. He pulls it out, hidden by the jacket, and Aether's head thuds against the back of his seat.

That's what I thought, Dew snickers, and that's all the warning Aether gets before that warm, bony hand starts to stroke.

Dew works him slow, with tight, twisting pulls that make Aether's thighs tremble in seconds. He nuzzles further into Aether's arm while the movie plays on, soaking in his rich cologne and the subtle scent of arousal. There's no urgency in the way he touches Aether, pausing every few downstrokes to get a hand on his balls too. To grope them, weigh them in his palm and really make Aether struggle to keep his eyes open. He manages, but Dew is certain that it's only because of the action on screen. He thumbs over the head and the other ghoul grunts out a curse in ghoulish, a guttural sound that sends a frission of something dark down Dew's spine.

He's too focused on the fine tremors shaking Aether's belly to notice the other ghoul's arm moving, and Dew jolts when a large hand lands heavy on the back of his neck, squeezing. His cock jumps where it sits already chubby and dribbling against his thigh, filling out that much more. He lets a wanton, breathy moan drift into Aether's mind and grins to himself when that hand gets even tighter.

His grin vanishes a second later, when Dew feels a familiar crackle against his skin. He gulps.

U-uh, Aeth -

A sudden rush of quintessence floods his system, pouring into his veins and curling around every last nerve ending. It's like an electric shock of pure pleasure, one that sets his skin on fire and makes his eyes cross, and as his dick pulses hard enough to hurt Dew has no hope of holding in his choked moan.

Thankfully Aether's arm catches most of it, but Dew can't even be bothered to see if anyone else noticed. His hand has gone still on Aether's throbbing cock, pre streaming over his fingers, and he sucks air through his teeth as an aftershock hits. He shudders, pulling back just enough to give his head a useless shake. Anything to clear some of the haze. He looks up at Aether again, and this time he finds the other ghoul staring right at him.

Finish what you started.

It slithers into his head, rough and rasping. Aether's thumb caresses the side of his neck, just shy of his thrumming pulse, and another spark of power shoots through him - one that makes his balls draw up. Dew groans deep in his chest and pushes his face into Aether's arm once more.

That's cheating, he complains, nothing but token protest. Aether's eyes shine even in the dark, sparkling lavender that holds such promise.

Do it and I promise I'll lick you out tonight, Aether rumbles, rocking up into that tight fist, and as the words sink into the folds of his brain Dew whimpers.

He really hopes Aether doesn't hear it.

He doesn't respond, and Aether's attention returns to the screen. His hand still sits on the back of Dew's neck though, holding firm, and Dew wastes no time in picking up where he left off. Aether's stomach visibly clenches when he pauses to rub at the frenulum, and the pulse of want that pounds through him when Aether's forced to bite his knuckles makes Dew's head spin.

He's long since lost track of the movie, occupied entirely with making sure Aether gets everything he needs out of his favorite pair of hands. He doesn't mind - he'll get the highlights later, once he can think with something besides his dick. For now, he dedicates himself to the task at (well, in, really) hand. It only takes a few more practiced twirls of the wrist for Aether's thighs to starts quivering again, and Dew knows he's about to get exactly what he wanted.

Aether curses again, a barely audible grunt, and as his own hands fill the screen once more Dew feels him go even harder.

That's it, he encourages, focusing on the head until Aether's legs go rigid. Let me have it, Aeth, give it all to me.

Aether suddenly turns, burying his face in Dew's hair to muffle his pained groan. Dew relishes every kick of his fat cock as it shoots all over the inside of his jacket, the last of the heavy spurts drooling down his shaft and coating Dew's fingers. The little ghoul works him through it, until he's left spent, sticky and breathless.

"Fuck, Dew," he whispers, barely audible over the pounding music.

Dew hums, pulling back his messy hand and licking it clean while Aether catches his breath. He's still very aware of the hand gripping his neck. It's something of a threat, truth be told - one more pulse of quintessence and he'll be toast. Aether may he able to cum quietly, but Dew? Dew can't keep his mouth shut when it comes to the magickal stuff and they both know it.

Later, if you want, he replies, sneaking his not entirely clean hand between his own legs. Aether's fixated on the screen again already, so he risks giving himself a grope. Rubs at his aching cock through too-tight denim just enough to take some of the edge off. He shivers as a blurt of pre squirts out onto his thigh, and has to stop himself from pushing any further.

He tucks his legs under him and leans into Aether's arm again. The hand on the back of his neck tightens, and for one horrifying moment Dew thinks Aether’s about to make him embarrass himself. Instead, though, Aether moves. Wraps that strong arm around his shoulders and holds him close, and in a lull between songs he leans down to plant a kiss on Dew's temple.

"Told you this would be fun," he murmurs, nosing at the place one of his horns should be. Dew can't help his pleased hum as he leans into it.

"Hate it when you're right," he mumbles, and Aether laughs louder than he probably should. The girl two rows down turns to shush him again and Aether offers her a sheepish wave of apology. They settle in together, leaning against one another while the movie plays on.

If they show you doing your Mummy Dust thing I'm gonna cum again, Aether sends down their link, and Dew doesn't have a name for the noise he makes.

[nastylittleghouls]

Swiss: *walks into the ghoul common room* Sup, hetero's? Dewdrop: *stops making out with Aether* The fuck did you just call me?!

[st-danger]

Hi, whats POPPIN' :)

sooooooo Chubby, meaty Aether getting his fat BUT SHORT N SMALL cock dedicatedly sucked by Dew until he quietly comes into his mouth so that he is nice and relaxed for whats next.

Maybe Dew asks him to turn onto his belly for him so Dew can start eating out his ass all lovingly, making him all wet with spit. "Think i can fit my whole hand inside?" Dew mumbles as he takes a moment to gaze at the visual before him. Aether lets him try.

XXX

Much love

If there's one thing Dew would change about this, it would be to see more. To see all of it. He loves being here, between his legs, jaw aching and lips stretched. There's nothing to improve upon that. But it would be nice, he thinks as he swallows around him, to be able to see the way Aether's thighs and belly jiggle with he loses it.

He can feel it, but it would be nice to watch it, too. He knows it's greedy.

More than a little greedy, probably, if Dew's being entirely honest with himself, because the selfless and kind thing to do would be to give Aether a moment. Let him take some deep, steadying breaths and come down from it all. Relaxing, gentle. Greedy is the way Dew forces him to roll over, demands in low and stern tones for him to get on all fours.

Selfless would be letting him melt into the blankets for a moment more. Greedy is the way Dew decides to lick somewhere sensitive and secret before his heart rate gets anywhere close to baseline.

Aether groans with every long, slow lap Dew gives him. Gentle strokes of his tongue that Dew can hardly deal with receiving but could give and give to him. Aether's cock hangs soft between his legs while he shivers.

Dew takes quick breaks to rub at him with a single fingertip, to murmur tender words into the bedroom, punctuated with little moans, exhales. Wet noises. Otherwise silent. The din in his head, however, is loud enough to make up for it, an unrelenting chant of more more more even though he knows that there are limits. Breaks. Time needed to recover before Aether can- well. Aether doesn't have to give him more, does he?

He could just. You know. Take more. Dew strokes the pads of two fingers over him, feeling him twitch against it. He pictures it: Aether panting and tearful and looking at Dew like he'd hung the moon. Letting Dew feel him, all the way inside, begging him for it.

A fingertip pushes briefly inside. Barely. He feels dizzy. Weird.

"Aether," he whispers, mouth dry. "I wanna feel inside."

Aether almost laughs, a rush of air that sounds just faded enough, and then the word incorrigible is muttered against the pillowcase. Dew continues to rub, slow and promising.

"I wanna put my hand inside you," Dew manages. Just saying the words out loud make him feel drunk and stupid, and the effect they have on Aether is immediate, as he stills and falls silent. They have done this once before, a long time ago, and Dew feels just as insane thinking about it then as he does now. Petting, a few more licks, a kiss or two. Slow, wet stimulation while Aether makes up his mind.

"Yeah," Aether mumbles quietly, sounding shy. Almost uncertain. "Yeah, you can."

The first three fingers are easy.

Dew isn't even hard anymore. He isn't sure that's the point. What he wants is less to do with getting himself off and more about possessing Aether. His focus is all on the way he's used so much lube it's dripping off his fingers, down Aether's balls. The way he feels so hot around him, the way he sees Aether stretch.

"Breathe," he demands, his pinky finger just starting to press in as well, and Aether whimpers. It's been so long. Dew hadn't been hard that time, either. Just needy, drooling on himself accidentally when he'd watched his hand completely disappear inside. Dew has no idea how long he's been fingering him now, though he knows it's been an age. The only gracious thing he's allowing among all the avarice.

"Slow, slow-" Aether pleads weakly, even though he knows he doesn't have to. Dew treats him more carefully than anything or anyone else when it comes down to it, there's no concern he won't. But the overwhelm is still present regardless. The backs of his knees are sweaty as is his forehead. Dew might not be hard, but he is again.

In, in, in. Inch by careful inch.

Dew watches through heavy-lidded eyes at the way his fingers, four of them, disappear in and out in measured, gentle thrusts. He feels sick with it, for being so delighted by Aether looking and acting so small before him, for being entirely unsatisfied with four fingers being enough, for needing to continue. It's more than enough as it is.

It is, and it isn't.

"Are you okay?" Dew asks, pouring another drip of lube onto the mess already there. His upper lip and the nape of his neck are damp, and he's having to put more effort into not letting his own hand shake so noticeably. It's up for debate as to who, here, is the more nervous and affected individual.

"I think so," Aether says, and the tone makes Dew feel wonderful and terrible. He should feel at least a little bad for asking so much, but he can't bring himself to manage it. All shiny and pink and stretched so much, allowing Dew to take and take and take.

The thumb is so much harder and so much more rewarding.

[forlorn-crows]

𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒔𝒆

pairing(s): aether/dewdrop words: 584 rating: explicit note: transmasc dew (cock/cunt/folds for his anatomy)

lil quickie. dew shaved. aether never gets tired of it. i simply could not ignore the mental image.

edit: now on AO3

Aether really shouldn't be staring. It's not anything he hasn't seen before.

But damn. Damn, is it mouthwatering.

Dewdrop lies spread across his bed, lounging after an afternoon swim. Aether had dressed him in a faded, oversized shirt, brushed out his lake-damp hair until he could run his fingers right through, and plopped him on the bed with a joint while he showered off his sweat.

The quintessence ghoul stands frozen in the doorway of the bathroom now, steam pooling around his ankles. Corner of his towel halfway into his ear canal.

He just. Can't help but look.

Dew is . . . bare. Well, obviously, he's only in a shirt, no underwear to be found. But he's bare, bare. Aether's gaze immediately zeroes in on the lack of hair between his legs, how the delicate skin of his sex prickles in the cool air of the room. The lack of hair puts the shaft of his cock on full display, the smooth hood nestled perfectly within his naked folds.

"Want something, big boy?" Aether's eyes snap up to Dew's face where he's smirking around the joint. A puff of sweet, herbal smoke plumes out a second later, dissipating as it drifts towards the ceiling. When the quint ghoul says nothing, Dew huffs a laugh. Quirks an eyebrow as he cocks up a leg. "You're fuckin' eating me out with your eyes."

"When---" Aether clears his throat. "---when did you, uh, shave?"

"Yesterday," the fire ghoul replies easily. "Wanted somethin' different. Like it?"

Aether swallows hard when he rocks his knee back and forth, bouncing between showing and hiding those thin, dark inner lips. A facade of nonchalance that does something silly to his insides.

"Uh huh," he answers. Dumb over a little glimpse of bare cunt, but he can't say he's ashamed of it. Aether flings the towel blindly back into the bathroom and stalks over to the little ghoul, crawling over his body and caging him in with his own. His forearms bracket his skinny hips, and Dew pokes at his hip with his foot. Staring at him with siren eyes as it teases somewhere else.

"You gonna do something about it?"

Aether licks his lips. He strokes over his smooth cunt with his fingertips, shuddering at the soft feel before slowly dipping one finger into his slit. Sliding into his warmth with a shaky breath.

Dew kicks up a crackly purr, diverting the foot near Aether's crotch to hook around his waist, giving him more access.

"Fuck." The quint's mouth drops open. "It's so soft."

"Take a drag, baby," Dew breathes, offering up the joint. Aether lets him place it between his teeth and sucks it in, as much as his lungs can hold. Only when smoke seeps out through his nose does the fire ghoul pull it away. But not far; when the buttery smoke is done exiting his lungs, Dew puts the joint back into his mouth, holding his stubbly chin with his free fingers.

"Uh uh. Keep it up. You're hot when you're sloppy."

Aether whines out half an inhale, cock throbbing in his boxer briefs. "Shi-i-it," he coughs. Even with only those two pulls, the summer heat comes back alive in his veins, adding a hazy weight to his limbs and tightening the coil in his belly.

"Come on," Dew coos. As he shifts to spread his legs further, the folds under Aether's fingertips grow wet with budding slick that he longs to taste. "Make this naked pussy feel good."

[iamthecomet]

"I wish you would write a fic where Dewdrop is keeping Aether company during a stormy night in the infirmary and maybe helps him welcome a new life on earth"

The second I saw this one I knew I needed to write it. Sorry it took me so long. 2k (I got carried away, I'm SORRY) of Dewther fluff, and slice of life intimacy. No smut, not even a hint of it. Non-graphic scene of a sibling having a very normal and healthy birth (it's pretty glossed over, but it does happen and Dew and Aeth are in the room). Dew being good in a pinch. Dew's immaculate bedside manner (not sarcasm). Aether and Dew being so fucking in love it's sickening. This one is all sweet guys, I don't know what to tell you.

Dew hasn’t left Aether’s side since the tour ended. He stepped off the bus and glued himself to the bigger ghoul. Pressing his face into Aether’s broad chest and inhaling deep. Tucking himself under his arm and letting Aether lead him back into the Abbey. Held close. 

That was a couple weeks ago. Dew isn’t quite as physically attached as he was for the first few days–but he’s still always in sight or earshot. Dragging Aether into his bed every night, wrapping himself around him. They shower together, and if they don’t–Dew isn’t far. Sitting in the adjoining bedroom with a book. One eye on the bathroom door–cracked just enough. 

Chores haven’t started back up for the band ghouls yet. They’re on a break. So Dew takes the opportunity to follow Aether everywhere. Not that Aether minds. He’s not used to having a little shadow–but it’s kind of nice. Nice to be able to turn and talk to Dew when he wants. Nice to not spend long, endless, nights in the infirmary alone and in silence anymore. The abbey feels full again. And Dew is here, and warm, and always present.

Most nights, Dew sits himself at the nurse station while Aether makes his rounds. He fucks around on his phone, or reads a book, or flirts with whatever sibling drew the short straw and got stuck with the night shift. Aether watches him as he moves from room to room. Their eyes meeting over dimly lit hallways.  Lips quirking up as they see each other. Still here. Within touching distance. 

Tonight, Dew’s alone at the nurses desk. There’s a blizzard raging outside and Aether’s usual sibling had called in sick. Probably not really sick. Just reluctant to uncurl from a nice warm bed on a very stormy night. Aether doesn’t mind. Night shifts tend to be boring anyway. Emergencies are rare, and most of their beds now are filled with humans suffering from the flu or some resperatory thing that’s been going around. Both viruses unable to make the jump from human to ghoul, so Dew, unlike the human that was supposed to be here, is safe. His bedside manner leaves a little to be desired. But Aether doesn’t really care about that. All he needs is someone to put pills in cups and measure medicine and hand him something when he’s asked. 

Dew does all of it without complaint. He’s more squeamish than Aether. Proclaiming, without any sort of filter, that he isn’t going to empty any bedpans, Aeth. That’s fucking gross.

Aether doesn’t have the heart to tell him that there aren’t any bedpans in play right now. It’s quiet now–rounds are done. Dew’s settled in behind the nurses station with a book. Booted feet propped up on the desk, leaning just a little too far back in the chair. Aether watches him–can’t help it. Eyes drawn to the way Dew’s lips move a little as he reads, the way they always do when he’s fully engrossed. 

Aether watches the little furrow appear between his brow. He’ll smooth it away with his thumb later, when he finally gets out of here and takes Dew to bed. Pulling that overwarm body against his and pressing his cool fingers to all of the places Dew finds stuck. A clenched jaw, a creased brow, tense shoulders. 

Aether stands at the end of the infirmary hallway and watches him turn page after page. He should do something else. His job isn’t to watch Dewdrop. The abbey counts on him, needs him. His work is important. But he hasn’t been able to do this for months. And Dew has been attentive ever since he got home. Always aware, always watching–the way Aether is now. Cataloging all the little things about him that he missed. 

Dew turns the page again and looks up, meeting Aether’s eyes. Aether can’t hear his chuckle for the distance and the noise of a thousand medical machines around him but he sees it, and the eyeroll that accompanies it. 

“What?” Dew asks, loud enough to be heard but still classifying as a whisper. 

“Nothing.” 

“Doesn’t look like nothing.” 

“Can’t a guy just look?” 

He expects another smartass remark, but what he gets is a little more color on Dew’s cheeks, another eye roll. Eyes darting back down into the book to avoid really looking at Aether–to avoid having to admit that he likes it when Aether looks. 

Aether turns back to his job–spell not broken just interrupted. He stands in front of the big window that overlooks the wide back yard of the abbey and looks out as he counts pills into paper cups labeled with names and times.  The hill that slopes down to the lake. The forest at the far edge. If it was light out he’d be able to see the ridge of Mountain’s favorite greenhouse, and the maze even further off. As it is–all he sees is white. The snow falling in big fluffy flakes–faster than seems possible. Piling high on the grass. Burying the abbey under a blanket of white they won’t be free of until late spring. 

Their easy calm is broken when the infirmary door slams open. Two harried looking siblings burst in, one of them heavily pregnant. There’s sweat beading on her forehead–her habit gone, or forgotten. Auburn hair sticking to her skin in damp clumps. The other sibling holds onto her, supports her weight as best they can as they rush into the infirmary and right up to the nurses desk and a stunned Dewdrop. 

Dew puts his book down. “Uh–Aeth?” 

Aether is already there, coming up behind them to slot against the sister’s other side. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes wild and pain filled. He knows this sister–she’s been coming to him for all of her check-ups throughout her pregnancy, no issues, entirely healthy. And, Aether calculates a week early. Nothing to worry about. He puts his hand on the small of her back. 

“How far apart, Isla?”

“Five minutes just like you said,” Isla winces as another contraction hits and she bares down on the nurses station. Dew looks ready to flee. Eyes darting between Aether and the two siblings. 

“Good,” Aether says, calm, low. He pulls Isla and her friend away from the nurses desk and leads them into a room just off of it–empty and freshly cleaned. He gives Isla instructions to change into a hospital gown, and leaves her in her friend’s capable hands while he darts back into the main lobby. Dew’s got his book in his hand again–and his coat slung over his arm. 

“I’ll be in my room when you’re done–”

“I need your help,” Aether says without argument. Gathering things he needs from the nurses station by the arm full. He’s delivered plenty of babies alone–but it’s ill advised. And Dew is right here–he’s not getting out of this. 

“Oh hell no, this is way above my pay grade.” 

“There is no pay grade. Put on some gloves and help me,” Aether pauses, fully looks at Dew. There’s fear in his dilated pupils, in the rushed shallow breaths expanding his chest. Aether pins him with his gaze–allows himself this moment. “Please.” 

Dew sighs, he grimaces. Uncomfortable but unable to say no to Aether–not when he really does need him. He tosses his book down on the desk. “Promise I’m not going to like, accidentally kill a baby or something?” 

“You will not be going anywhere near any babies.” Aether promises, and Dew groans, but snaps on a pair of gloves and follows Aether into the room. Trailing behind him nervously. Isla is on the bed when they get there. Her friend, who introduces themself as Rae, standing up by her head. Their hand carding over Isla’s forehead, brushing sweaty hair away from her temples. Their fingers are laced together. 

Aether talks them through everything he does. Every touch, every movement. It’s as for Isla and Rae as it is for Dew who is still radiationg panic despite having pulled himself together enough that the humans in the room don’t notice. 

Dew, contrary to his own beliefs about hismelf, is good under pressure. Aether won’t tell him this–not yet anyway–but there is no one else he’d rather have with him. Not even the siblings who have training are as level-headed as he is when he needs to be. 

When Aether asks for something, it’s in his hand before the word is all the way out of his mouth. Dew’s warm fingers brushing his. 

As most birth’s go–it’s an arduous process. The snow piles up outside. Isla’s contractions get closer and closer together. Hours pass. Dew gets his shit together. He follows Aether’s orders. Not nearly as squeamish as he pretends to be. Keeping a close eye on Isla’s process as Aether flits around for IV’s and blood pressure machines, and a thousand other things. 

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Isla says late in the game–minutes before Aether is going to tell her to start pushing. He’s exhausted his back hurts. Rae consoles her, pets her hair and tells her that of course she can. She shakes her head, vehement. 

“No. I can’t. I can’t be a mom. What am I doing?” 

Aether opens his mouth, not sure what’s going to come out, trying to find the right words despite his exhaustion. Dew places a warm hand on Isla’s knee and cuts him off. 

“Sure you can,” Dew says, soft, sure. “You’re doing this. This is fucking brutal. Being a mom can’t be worse than this.” 

And though Aether knows that isn’t true–Dew probably does too–it seems to take some of the edge off. Maybe just from the surprise of Dew actually butting in. But Isla looks at him, pain morphing her face, she laughs, bitter and relieved at the same time. 

“Yeah. This does suck a lot.” 

“See,” Dew squeezes her knee. “Just a few more minutes and this part will be over and then it’s the good part. You’ve got this. No backing out now.” 

Aether doesn’t know where those words come from. Dew who hates all children–ghoul and human alike. Who a few hours ago was about to tuck tail and run–to be out of Aether’s sight line for the first time in weeks just because this was about to happen near him. Saying shit like this? Encouragement? Enthusiasm. 

Determination settles over Isla’s face, she nods at Dew once. Sharp. And then turns her eyes to Aether. “I’m ready to get to the good part.” 

It’s quick after that. And before long Aether is handing Isla a screaming baby. It’s another hour before he can take a small break. The baby cleaned and swaddled, snuggled up with it’s mother. Rae resting fitfully in the chair while Isla stares at her baby. Aether leaves them to it and walks out into the lobby to find the sun rising. Pink hues casting over the floor. Blizzard over. The world outside the windows snow bright and fresh. He finds Dew at the nurses station, book in hand again, nose firmly in it. Brow creased. 

Aether kisses him right between where his horns would be and Dew looks up and over at him. Looking exhausted. Eyes fighting to stay open.

 “Hey,” he rasps, saving his place in the book and setting it on the desk. Aether brushes an errand strand of hair behind Dew’s ear. 

“Go back to your room. I’ll meet you there as soon as I switch with Omega.” 

Dew shakes his head. He leans his head against Aether’s bicep. “I’m good. I’ll wait.” 

“You’re going to have to detach from me at some point you know?” 

“Yeah. But not yet,” Dew shrugs. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” 

“Leech.” 

“Mmhm,” Dew nods. Eyes fluttering as he leans into Aether’s body. They’re quiet for a moment, the quiet only broken by a ragged cough from a room down the hall. 

“Thanks for staying–for helping,” Aether says softly. “I know that isn’t your thing but you really–”

“It wasn’t that bad.” 

“You going to tell me where all that sappy shit in there came from?” Aether teases, then sobers. “You were incredible, really.” 

Dew tips his head and opens his eyes, looking up at Aether with adoration that threatens to knock the breath from his lungs. He shrugs. “I mean. Just kind of thought of it like tour. Get the hard part over with. Get to the good part.” 

“This is the good part?” Aether cocks an eyebrow.  “You’re the good part.”

[ghoul-slime]

Consider:

Aether has a silver tooth because he chipped his fang on one of Dew's nipple rings.

The pack still teases him about it but he doesn't mind. Honestly it's like a badge of honor for him. And besides, Dew thinks he looks hot with it.

[coffeeghoulie]

dumbstruck when you're tender

or Ghostober Day #21: Somnophilia

Much thanks to @kroas-adtam for putting Ghostober together, and much thanks to @forlorn-crows for the discussion and the dialogue <3 hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Dew/Aether

Aether likes to watch Dew dream. And, if his mate is amenable, he likes to make those dreams come true.

Title from Creatures in Heaven by Glass Animals.

Explicit, 3.3k. Contains consensual somnophilia, wet dreams and quintessence use to watch said wet dreams, size kink, praise kink, and dry humping. Also includes mentions of rough sex, voyeurism, and public sex.

divider by @ghuleh-recs <3

Aether's lived in the same room in the Ministry for so long that he knows exactly how the door creaks, at what angle, and how best to keep it quiet. It comes especially in handy now that he works late shifts at the infirmary. He'd felt his heart pang the first time he saw the dark circles under Dew's pretty cerulean eyes, and told Dew from the beginning not to wait up for him.

Dew'd hated it for a while, spending what little time they had together asleep. But eventually he'd settled. Nothing that waking up in Aether's arms couldn't fix.

But some nights, after Aether sneaks back into his own room, Dew gets to wake in a different way.

Aether pushes his door open slowly, eyes adjusting into the darkness, shoulders relaxing as he sees what's waiting for him. Sprawled out on his stomach like a starfish in his bed, his mate is dressed in one of his band shirts, swimming in the fabric. It comes down past the tops of his thighs, tail twitching and moving the hem.

Dew sleeps peacefully, breathing softly and almost whistling through his nose. His hair's fallen out of the tie, curtaining over his cheek.

Aether creeps closer. The wave of warm, sweet spice hits him, his cock chubbing up in his scrubs the moment it hits the roof of his mouth. Dew's dreaming. Aether can't wait to see where this one takes him.

Dew's tail taps sluggishly against the blankets. The movement makes Aether's shirt ride up, and the next thing Aether knows is that he's so hard so quickly the room spins in the darkness. Dew's scent, all caramel syrupy sweet, just gets stronger. He's not wearing underwear under that shirt. He thinks about getting him onto his back, to see his little cock tent the fabric of his shirt, the wet spot staining the front. But he'd rather not wake him quite yet.

Aether shucks his shirt, tossing it into the hamper in the corner. He rolls his neck, wincing at the way his vertebrae pop. Dew doesn't react to the noise, just snuffles into the pillow he's clinging to. Aether avoids the creaky floorboard as he steps up to their nest, Dew's scent getting stronger and more cloying.

He sits down at the edge of their bed with a soft groan, grateful to be off of his feet. Dew shifts, hand pressing a little closer, searching. Aether freezes, nervous that he's woken him. He waits, watching Dew's breath settle. He's never woken Dew while playing this little game. At least, not until he wants him to. And if all else fails, he has ways to keep him asleep, even if he doesn't want it to come to that quite yet.

In the quiet of their room, Aether can hear the incredibly subtle sounds of the mattress springs squeaking. Dew's hips press down in little bunny humps as he dreams, soft little "uh"s escaping his lips with each breath. Must be dreaming of something real good.

Despite all of the filth starting to cloud his mind, Aether's hit with a wave of fondness as he watches Dew sleep. Even after all these years, he still finds himself just overwhelmed with how lucky he's been that this little fire ghoul found his way into his life and stubbornly refused to leave. He reaches down and brushes a strand of copper hair back from his sharp cheekbone, tucking it behind his ear.

His finger trails up to his temple, and in the dark of the room, Aether can see the spark of quintessence as it jumps from his fingertip to Dew's skin. Aether's eyes flutter shut as Dew's dream becomes visible, projected onto the inside of his eyelids like a film reel.

A nondescript venue, an amalgamation of dozens of backstages. Boots clunking, the indistinct chatter of stagehands and packmates and roadies. A crate that hasn't been moved back yet. Everything a little fuzzy around the edges, a little cliche to say, but it's dreamlike.

Aether doesn't quite startle when he recognizes himself from behind, but it's a close thing. He peers around his own form, and feels all of the blood rush to his cock as he takes it in.

He's got Dew bent over the crate, jodhpurs pulled down just enough to get at his ass. The lip of the crate digs into those sharp hips, the tips of Dew's boots scrabbling at the floor for purchase. They haven't even taken their helmets off, but Aether knows intimately the way Dew's eyes roll back.

"Couldn't stop lookin' at me, huh?" Aether hears himself growl into the side of Dew's helmet. His arms are held taut and pinned behind his back, absolutely no leverage. Dew just has to stay still and take it. His shoulders must ache. So must his hips. His ass.

Dew can't reply, the breath fucked out of his lungs with each of Aether's thrusts into him. Rough, desperate. Brutal.

"Had to make fun of me out there, huh? Act so high and mighty and in charge, bossing me around," Aether rumbles, bent over Dew's body and nearly covering him completely. The toes of Dew's boots scrape and scrabble for purchase, but find none. "Sure, darling. You're in charge out there. I'll play along. But you and I both know who actually calls the shots. You can't do anything about it."

Dew groans like he's been punched, and Aether feels his stomach swoop as he watches himself fuck his mate. Dew normally throws a fit when Aether moves him, if he's blocking a cabinet in the kitchen and stubbornly refusing to move, or if he doesn't want to get out of bed when Aether's scheduled for the morning shifts. So wriggly, intent on maintaining his dignity around the others.

But here he is, dreaming of Aether throwing his weight around, using it to manhandle Dew where he wants, how he wants to use him, where anyone could see them. Dew shrieks, and Aether knows that he's nailed his prostate.

"They can see you, you know," Aether says casually, like he isn't railing him like his life depends on it. "Speared on my cock like you were made to take it. You were, though, weren't you? My darling little slut."

Dew moans, the noise strangled as Aether pulls him back onto his cock by his pinned arms. No leverage of his own, reduced to just a hole for him to fuck and burn off that post-Ritual energy.

Aether wants to crouch, see if Dew's precum has smeared over the side of the crate, or if he's making a mess of his uniform.

But more than that, Aether's so hard he hurts. He imagines Dew must be the same.

He almost reluctantly pulls back from Dew's dream, dizzy with arousal. He ever so carefully rucks up his shirt, revealing the creamy ash grey skin of Dew's ass. It doesn't take much coaxing to pull Dew's tail out of the way, the appendage curling around Aether's forearm loosely.

Aether bites his lip hard to hold back a moan; Dew's scent is fucking intoxicating, his hole already water ghoul wet with slick arousal. He kicks his pants and boxers down, tossing them in the general direction of their hamper. The sound of fabric rustling on stone means he missed, but he could not be assed to care.

He swings a thigh over Dew's narrow hips, straddling his mate. It's not an unfamiliar position to be in, big hands and quintessence soothing sore muscles. But it's different now, Dew's little humps meaning he's pressing back against Aether's cock, smearing slick over the two of them. Dew's so deep in his dream that he doesn't even react, too busy grinding his stiffy into the mattress through Aether's shirt.

Aether takes a deep breath in through his nose, eyes fluttering shut as Dew's scent clings to the roof of his mouth. He's wet enough that Aether could just push in. And if Dew wants to feel small, well. That will certainly do the trick. Aether's cock kicks hard against the cleft of Dew's ass at the thought, the head catching at his slick rim.

But, before that. One more thing first.

Aether skates his hands up Dew's sides under his shirt, feeling the gentle suggestion of each rib, the warmth burning under his mate's skin. He drapes himself over Dew's body, almost mimicking how he'd positioned himself in the dream.

"Baby boy," Aether coos, lips just a hair away from the shell of Dew's ear. It flicks against his skull. "Darling, wake up for me. Want you to feel this."

In the darkness of their room, Aether grins as he sees a glowing copper eye flutter open, pupil dilating. Feels the heat of Dew's cheek burn as he processes what he'd been dreaming of, realizes that Aether had seen, the remnants of Aether's quintessence obvious and a little tingly at the base of his skull.

"Aeth," Dew slurs, whining sharp into the pillows. Aether laughs, not unkindly, leaning down to kiss Dew's temple. He rocks his hips against Dew's, sliding his cock between his cheeks. Just a taste of what he's about to do to him.

"Tell me, love," Aether whispers. "Do you want help? Do you want me to make you feel small, my darling?"

Aether sees Dew's visible eye roll back into his skull. He groans the exact same way he had in his dream. Aether watches his throat work as he swallows hard.

"Fuck, Aeth, please," Dew begs, whining and soft.

"Oh, darling boy," Aether groans, a shot of heat straight to his balls. It takes a lot to make Dew say please. Completely unprompted? Aether feels his cock kick against Dew's ass again.

Dew can feel it too, shoving his hips back against him. "Need it," he breathes.

Aether nods, not trusting his voice. He takes just a second longer. "I've got you, baby. Deep breath."

Dew complies as Aether notches his tip against his rim. Feels his body inflate as Aether presses him down by the hip. He pushes in incredibly slowly, twin groans as Aether splits him open. He's soaking wet, but Aether's thick, a struggle to take on a good day.

Dew grits his teeth, spindly fingers curling into the pillow under his head as he whines. He pants like he's run a marathon, and they've barely begun.

"Good boy, that's it," Aether says, strained with how tight his little mate is around him. "Taking me so well, letting me take you like this, breathe for me."

Dew nods the best he can, obsidian horns catching on the pillowcase. Aether lets his hand skate up the knobs of Dew's spine, over his own shirt, until his fingers are tangled in cornsilk-fine hair at the nape of his neck. Not pulling, not pushing, not yet. Just holding.

Dew groans, eyelashes fluttering against sharp cheeks. Despite all efforts to relax, body still lax and soft with sleep, he's still sinfully tight around Aether. "Fuck," he shivers, tail weakly tightening around Aether's forearm.

"Yeah, baby," Aether says, jaw clenched as he noses at the crook of Dew's neck, using the grip in his hair to angle his head just right. "Made just for me. Infernal Majesty, Dew, you're perfect, so small under me."

Dew spasms with a soft cry, and Aether's cock kicks inside him in response. "Fuck me," he gasps, fingers twitching. "Aether, I need you."

"You have me," Aether promises, swears directly into Dew's ear. "You always have me, baby. I'll take care of you. My precious mate."

He cries out as Aether's hips rock forward, spearing him incredibly deep, carving out a space for himself in Dew's body. Aether's entire body drapes over Dew's, pressure and weight holding him down into the mattress. Unlike in his dream, Dew makes no effort to fight for leverage. "There," he sighs, slumping into the sheets as Aether's cock nudges against that secret, intimate spot deep inside of him. Aether normally likes to joke it's his off-switch, but he doesn't want to risk breaking this soft moment they're living in.

"There?" Aether asks, voice light and teasing, like he didn't feel every muscle in Dew's body go slack with pleasure.

"Aether," Dew whines petulantly, cutting himself off with a yawn that bares sharp fangs. His jaw clicks, and Aether smiles so hard he feels his cheeks ache, so endeared by this little ghoul. He's so lucky. He keeps that sentiment close to his heart for now, and rocks his hips into Dew's ass. Dew's eyes fly open at the shock of pleasure. "Fuck!"

"Shh, baby, I got you. Nice and slow," Aether coos, holding his head down by the grip in his hair. He kisses his cheek as he starts to move.

With his chest pressed to Dew's back, Aether can feel his breath stuttering as he thrusts slowly into his body, so deep his balls press snug and heavy against Dew's taint. No matter how many times he's fucked Dew since the change, Aether always forgets just how hot he is inside. Silky and warm and wet, just clinging to him. Aether makes sure Dew knows exactly how he feels, and Dew's legs give a soft little kick underneath him.

Aether busies himself with pressing soft little kisses to the column of Dew's throat, holding his hair out of the way. There's a little stream of moonlight coming in through their curtains, and it catches on the long-scarred imprint of Aether's teeth in the crook of his neck.

Even sleepily, Dew scrabbles at the sheets as Aether keeps a steady, even rhythm. Each press of Aether's hips nudges him bodily up the mattress. "You're so small, love," Aether says almost in disbelief, his other hand coming up to curl around Dew's bony wrist. "Thank you for letting me take care of you, so perfect when you let go for me."

Dew whines, toes curling. Aether knows he only ever gets like this when he's deep in subspace or half asleep, every instinct to be stand-offish and snappy and stoic stripped away.

"I mean, Lucifer, Dew, who am I kidding?" Aether rambles, eyes locked onto the way his hand dwarfs Dew's. "You're always perfect. I love you so fucking much."

Dew keens at that, insides tightening around Aether's cock so hard that it must hurt a little. "Love you too," he slurs, drunk on it. He turns his hand in Aether's grip, squeezing. Aether squeezes back, rewards him with another slow press of his hips.

Aether feels the pleasure coiling in his gut, syrupy and thick. He slows even more to something almost glacial. "Dewey, baby boy. Tell me how you want it?"

"Don't you dare fucking stop," Dew hisses, craning his neck to glare halfheartedly at his mate.

"Never," Aether swears, ducking down even lower to kiss the corner of his mouth, hoping to melt Dew's scowl away. He pets through Dew's hair, wrapping the strands around his fingers. "Never leave you hanging when we're like this, sweetheart."

He's struck again with just how small Dew is under him like this, covered head to toe by his body. If another packmate came into their room right now, if they were brave enough to disturb the mates when the two of them were like this, they wouldn't even be able to see Dew at all.

His cock pulses at the thought, so hard that Dew lets out a soft little cry. Aether smiles. nibbling at Dew's earlobe. "You wanna cum, baby? Make a mess of my shirt and our hearth?"

Dew shudders from the top of his spine all the way down to the spade of his tail. "Fuck, Aether," he whimpers, squeezing Aether's hand tighter. "Please."

Aether's never been able to deny Dew anything. "Of course, baby boy," he breathes, breath hitching as liquid heat pools in his very core. "You want my hand on your stiffy, or-"

Dew doesn't let him finish. "No, 'm close already," he admits, giving a little hump into the mattress. "Fuckin' me just right."

Aether gives him a little harder shove of his hips, nailing his prostate and making a strangled whine rip from his throat. "Yeah, baby? Just like that?"

Dew nods, yelping softly as it pulls at Aether's hand in his hair. "Fuck, please don't stop, Aether," he gasps, toes curling and tail tightening around Aether's arm.

"Never, baby," Aether swears. "Never. Just feel good for me, darling. Cum when you're ready."

He shudders, and it doesn't take too much longer before Dew stiffens underneath him, mouth falling open with a soft gasp. Aether squeezes his hand, groaning in Dew's ear as his ass squeezes him as he cums.

"That's it, baby, cum for me," Aether soothes, letting go of his hair to pet at his flank as he shakes. His hips don't stop, working him through his orgasm. He wants to chase his own, but this takes precedence. "So good for me, such a good mate, I love you so fucking much."

Dew doesn't respond, still shaking and soaking the front of Aether's shirt and the sheets. He does, however, squeeze Aether's hand three times. Ever the sap, it's enough to tip Aether over the edge as well, vision going white as his orgasm hits him unusually hard.

He presses his lips to Dew's cheek, gasping and panting as he empties his balls deep inside his love, clinging to him. Dew wheezes, eyes rolling back again as he feels his release thick and sticky inside of him, painting his insides with it.

It takes them both a while to come down from it, panting and gasping in the quiet of the night. Eventually, Aether hooks his arms around Dew's waist, rolling them onto their sides without pulling out. "Hey, baby," he whispers, nuzzling against his mate bite.

Dew huffs through his nose, eyes closed. "Hi," he laughs breathily. "How was work?"

Aether rolls his eyes before nosing through Dew's hair again, breathing in caramel and cinnamon and clove. He's memorized this scent, burnt into the very core of him, but is ever grateful for the reminder of what his love smells like at his most tender. "Work was okay," he chuckles, still nosing behind Dew's ear. "Glad to be home."

Dew cranes his neck to face him, pressing a kiss to his lips, nearly missing in the dark. "Glad you're home too."

He smiles, gold fang glinting in the moonlight, and Dew matches the expression before settling back into Aether's little spoon. Aether pulls him tighter to his chest until his chin is pressed softly to the crown of his head. "I love you," he promises, grinning brightly as Dew starts to purr.

"Love you too," Dew yawns, without a moment of hesitation.

Aether allows himself a few more moments of nuzzling. "Baby, you wanna get up and clean up real quick?" he asks, voice soft. He's had to help calm a pissy Dewdrop upset about dried cum more times than he'd care to admit. It's not his fault they're both obsessed with late night sex.

There's no response. Aether's brow furrows, and he props himself up on an elbow. Dew's eyes are shut, and Aether has to bite back laughter as Dew lets out a soft, whistling snore. Of course. He doesn't blame him one bit.

Aether smiles, brushes a strand of hair off of Dew's forehead before laying back down behind him and adjusting his arms around Dew's body. Feels the rise and fall of his breathing. "Good night, darling," Aether whispers, shutting his eyes and following his mate to sleep.