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tinyluvs · 17 hours ago

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⁺‧₊˚ lazy gillplay 𖤐 swiss&rain ˚₊‧⁺

❥ summary; swiss plays with and shotguns from rain’s gills :))) ❥ warnings; gillplay, smoking, they’re both high, fun happens ❥ authors note; i don’t know if i still like this but anyways :333 ❥ wc; 2.6k ₊˚⊹♡⁺‧₊˚𖤐 read on ao3; ˗ˏˋ ꒰꒰ here !! ꒱꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𖤐˚₊.⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

it’s no secret that rain is gorgeous, terribly angelic considering he’s hellspawn. he knows it, everybody knows it but swiss really knows it as rain sits in his lap, straddling him, his thighs pressing into swiss’ waist. rain’s wearing one of his shirts, slightly oversized on his smaller frame causing the hem to brush over his thighs, just below where his boxers end

the neckline falls to one side, leaving rain’s gills exposed, ready to be kissed and bitten and swiss cannot wait. rain tilts his head to the side, his gills fluttering gently as they open. his dark curls fall in front of his eyes with gravity as he looks down at the joint between his fingers

“if you want to do this, i’m going to need a lighter,” rain hums, his eyes flickering up to look at swiss through his long lashes. a smirk pulls at rain’s lips as he catches swiss in one of his favorite acts, staring at him, “or, are you just going to keep staring?”

swiss blinks at rain as he leans in, his hand reaching up to hold swiss’ jaw. he gets close, brushes his lips right over swiss’, a threat of a kiss is all it is as he pulls back when swiss tilts his chin up, trying to chase rain as he leaves but rain holds his jaw a little tighter, “lighter,” he quips, holding his free hand out in the space between them

with an over exaggerated huff, swiss leans to the side, his hand braced on rain’s hip to stop him sliding straight off of his lap. his free hand reaches for his lighter, swiping it from the top of his nightstand, “here,” he continues to huff with a playful roll of his eyes as he drops the lighter into rain’s hand

rain hums and swoops in for a kiss, the one he stole from swiss a moment ago, “thank you,” he mumbles against swiss’ lips before sitting back on the multi ghoul’s thighs. swiss straightens, leans back against his headboard and rolls his hips up, trying to get comfortable, “careful,”

as swiss moves, rain bounces lightly in his lap, his ass grinding over swiss’ semi hard cock, which had chubbed up the second rain had sat down on top of him. rain is in no better condition though, his stiff cock tenting in his boxers. neither of them are in any particular rush to do anything about it though

“sorry,” swiss chuckles, not at all sorry as his cock jerks against the swell of rain’s ass. rain knows he’s not sorry, his head shaking a bit as he looks down to his hands, one holding the joint and the other flicking the lighter, there’s a quiet metallic grinding sound as he does it, “light it,”

the water ghoul doesn't very much like being told what to do, so, he rises up onto his knees and then drops his weight back down onto swiss, making the ghoul under him huff out a small, oof, his breath punching out of his lungs but rain grins unapologetically and swiss can’t find it in himself to be mad

between them, an orange flame burns as rain flicks the lighter to life. the joint hangs from his lips, waggling slightly as he brings the flame closer to scorch the end of the paper. he rolls the joint over the flame, evenly burning the tip all the way around before pulling it away from his lips and tucking it between his fingers

“ready to see it?” rain asks slowly, tilting his head from one side to the other, a silly display of showing off his gills, as close to a mating dance as he can get. the three little slits on either side of his neck flutter as he breathes, partially hidden by paper thin skin that stretches taut as his head rolls

swiss’ hand slides up rain’s body, fingers dancing the line of his collarbone and the further upwards, loosely wrapping around the bottom of his neck, “go on,” swiss whispers, tapping his fingertips over his gills gently. he watches in anticipation as rain brings the joint back to his lips and starts to inhale

and then, it happens. as rain sucks in his breath, taking the smoke back into his throat and lungs, the smoke starts to spiral gently out between his gills. milky tendrils of smoke curl around swiss’ fingers where they hover mere centimetres away from rain’s skin

“unholy shit,” swiss whispers, his eyes flickering from rain’s neck, to his face and then back again. he’s never seen anything like it and he needs to see it again, “do it again,”

“c’mere then,” rain whispers back, leaning into swiss until their chests are pressed together. his free hand slides into swiss’ hair, fingers twisting and pulling, guiding swiss head to his neck, “suck,”

swiss makes a little choked sound and his cock fills out fully underneath rain, just the thought of it all getting him hot and bothered, “you’re sure?” he asks

rain hums an, uh huh, his hand holding swiss close to his neck and his other bringing the joint to his lips once more. he inhales, just as he did before and swiss waits

when the smoke starts to pour out from his gills, rain pulls swiss in, his head tipping back as swiss attaches his lips to his neck, open mouthed and slotting over as much of rain’s gills as he can before he sucks, hard

“fuck,” rain sighs, smoke billowing out of his mouth as he talks. between the smoke trickling out and swiss’ soft lips against his neck, it tickles, in the best way possible. it’s a feeling rain isn’t sure he could ever describe to someone, all he knows is, it feels good

eventually swiss pulls away from rain’s neck, slumping back against the headboard of his bed. he smiles, all fang, and then blows smoke over rain’s face, watching as the water ghouls eyes flutter shut, his lashes tickling his cheeks

“like that?” swiss asks, a little breathless. something flickers in his eyes, lust, rain thinks and he would be absolutely right. swiss is looking at him like he’s the only being to ever exist, placed purposely in swiss’ life just for this

rain leans, taps ash into the little plate on swiss’ nightstand, “exactly like that, feels s’good,” rain mumbles, scratching his blunt nails against swiss’ scalp, “again, please,”

at risk of whining, rain doesn’t ask further. instead, he rolls his hips, slow and languid, lazy in it’s purpose. his ass grinds just right over swiss’ erection, the soft swell of his ass cushioning around swiss

swiss moans, one of his hands settling on rain’s waist, his thumb rubbing over the front of rain’s hipbone, all the way down over his boxers, conveniently avoiding rain’s cock, even though it twitches with excitement when he gets close

before rain can continue to smoke, swiss leans in and licks slowly over one side of his neck, tongue dragging over sensitive skin. rain gasps, his breath hitching in his throat as warm wetness coats his skin. the tip of swiss’ tongue glides over his gills, barely dipping underneath the surface but rain moans like he’s done something filthy anyway

“smoke, before it burns out,” swiss hums against his neck, pulling away just enough to swap to the other side. rain nods, almost in time with the beating ache in his cock, while bringing the joint back to his lips

and so, rain smokes. with each inhale, swiss follows a second later, pulling smoke from between his gills before it can travel to his lungs. in the silence of swiss’ room, rain starts to pant, shallow breaths as he takes a short break from smoking

“swiss,” he whimpers, tapping ash away before it can fall onto swiss’ stomach. the multi ghoul hums and then gets curious. smoke fills his cheeks and instead of letting it mix with the already foggy room, he leans back in

his lips part gently and then, he blows, pushes the smoke he’s just extracted from rain’s body, right back in. rain chokes, his chest heaves and his fingers sink into swiss’ biceps, trying his best not to burn him with the joint

“fuh-fuck,” rain grits his teeth, smoke spills from his mouth and his hips stutter, an uneven movement over swiss’ lap that makes both ghouls groan, “please, fuck, please do it again,”

“entertain me first,” swiss lulls, his body sagging backwards just slightly. slowly, his fingers trail down rain’s jaw until they’re at his chin, fingertips pulling his bottom lip down “open, pretty boy, get them nice and wet for me,”

rain’s jaw drops, his tongue lolling out of his mouth at swiss’ request, never one to deny another ghoul anything. swiss slips his fingers in and then presses down on rain’s tongue, dragging over his tastebuds

swiss watches rain close his mouth around his fingers, feels rain’s tongue swirling around, figures of eight around the two digits in his mouth. and then painfully slowly, rain slides down, past swiss’ knuckles until he’s gagging, though he will blame that on his mouth being dry

slipping his fingers free of rain’s wet, hot mouth, swiss starts to drag them across his cheeks, inching closer to his neck whilst leaving glistening trails of spit across his skin. carefully his fingers slide over rain’s gills, teasing and threatening to slip beneath the surface

“do it,” rain whispers, swallowing thickly. he brings the half smoked joint to his lips and that starts a domino effect of things. he inhales, pulling smoke into his throat and as he does, swiss doubles down.

on one side of rain’s neck, he sucks, shotgunning smoke that makes his head fuzzy in all the right ways. on the other side his spit soaked fingers press under the slit in the centre. it’s gentle, tentative, swiss just allowing rain to make room for him and he does, his body submits immediately. swiss’ fingertips dip under the thin skin and into his gills, the slits widening to accommodate him.

“oh,” rain whines pathetically, his cock spits a steady stream of pre into his boxers, soaking a large wet patch into the front of the fabric, “oh, swiss,” the marijuana swims through his system nicely now, his body feels heavy, leaning further and further against swiss as the drug continues to take it’s hold over him

the haze is also spreading through swiss now too, so, he takes the joint from rain’s between fingers and presses it between his own lips. swiss inhales hard, fills his cheeks and throat with smoke and then drops the rest of the joint into the ashtray

swiss is everywhere, all around rain, drowning him, which is ironic since rain can’t drown but right now, it feels like a very real possibility. swiss leans in close and parts his lips over rain’s gills, blowing smoke while his free hand starts to travel down rain’s body. he suddenly feels like doing something about the problem they’re having

“ah!,” rain cries, tilting his head back to let the smoke being blown through his gills, out. it spirals up and out between his lips. his fingers thread into the back of swiss’ hair and hold him there

rolling his hips, rain starts to grind, desperate little humps of his hips over swiss’ cock. his own cock wags between his thighs, so hard he’s pulling his boxers away from his skin but that, thankfully, gives swiss an easy way in. his warm fingers tease at rain’s wet tip, swirling over his slit until his fingers are sticky

“fuck, you’re so hot, letting me do this to you,” swiss moans, unlatching from rain’s neck for all of a second. his fingers slip out of his gills and then back in, there’s a slick wet squelch as he does it, a sick little display

“yeah?” rain whines high, his words slipping off into just a sound as swiss, finally, wraps a hand around his cock. swiss slides his fist up and down, lazy and slow, letting rain roll his hips and fuck through his fist as he pleases

underneath rain’s ass, swiss’ cock jerks and throbs, rain can feel it through the two layers of clothing separating them and swiss, poor swiss, doesn’t have a hand to spare, one at rain’s neck, the other around his cock. so, it’s only right that rain helps him out

he pushes up onto his knees, just enough to slide one of his own hands underneath him, cupping his palm right over the tent swiss’ cock is making in his pants and then, he sits back down and the response it elicits, is exactly what rain was looking for

swiss moans loudly, no shame in the way his lips part and the sound he makes bleeds through rain’s gills, vibrating through rain’s throat the same way it does his. his hips buck up, grinding the sticky head of his cock up into rain’s hand. neither of them will last long, too high to even consider holding out as they hump and grind, using each other for all they're worth.

rain’s head starts to feel heavy, his neck not strong enough to keep it from wobbling. he sways left, coaxes swiss’ fingers further past his gills which makes him yelp, his eyes pinching shut as bliss spreads through his body. then, he sways right, presses his neck further into swiss’ mouth and multi ghoul takes his chance.

the tip of swiss’ tongue flicks at one of rain’s gills and then without hesitation, slips just underneath the thin sensitive skin, “o-oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” rain whines, his hips speeding up, the slick sound that happens when his cock slides through swiss’ fist speeds up too

“that’s the plan, c’mon, give it to me,” swiss huffs, tilting his head to graze his fangs over rain’s neck, nibbling and worrying thin skin between them as he works his way down and then back up.

rain makes a little, ah, ah, ah, sound as everything starts to feel sensitive. the head of cock squeezing through swiss’ fist, sensitive. his gills, whether they’re being fingered open or licked and nibbled, feel sensitive but all on the right side, all of it making his cock pulse, “it’s gonna, i’m gon-, fuck,” rain rambles, tears springing to his eyes “gonna cum,”

swiss smirks, rain feels it against his neck and then he starts to buck up and as rain gently squeezes at his cock, on purpose or because his entire body stiffens as he cums, swiss can’t decide but it forces his orgasm out of him regardless

“oh fuck,” is the only warning swiss can get out before his cock jerks, shooting his load over the inside of his pants, dripping through the fabric and soaking rain’s palm just as rain’s cock pulses and follows, cum dribbling and erupting from his tip, running in thick steady drips down his length and over swiss’ fist

a hiss escapes rain when everything becomes too much, prompting swiss to pull away. his fingers and tongue gently slip free from rain, leaving the water ghoul feeling empty, he places a wet kiss at the front of rain’s throat before he slumps though, properly laying back against his headboard while rain pants, a stray tear dripping from his cheek

“we’re so doing that again,” rain mumbles eventually, leaning over to grab at the solitary water bottle on swiss’ nightstand. his mouth and throat are beyond dry, feeling scratchy as he tries to swallow. he sips slowly, half lidded eyes raking over swiss, who smiles lazily at him

“yeah, we are,” he finally agrees with a breathy chuckle. rain smiles when he finishes drinking and then leans forward gently, reaching up to tilt swiss’ chin back enough for him to pour water into his mouth, “right now?” swiss teases after he swallows, waggling his eyebrows at rain, fingers pinching at his waist

“fuck off,”

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