#Swiss/Dewdrop

[noahl-art]

Mushy May - Day 25 : "You smell nice"

Dew drop drank a bit and joined Swiss in his room, being all clingy thanks to alcohol 🥴��(drink responsively kids)

Thanks @forlorn-crows for putting together Mushy May!! ✨

[forlorn-crows]

𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍

pairing(s): swiss/dewdrop words: 785 rating: explicit

notes: listen i dont know what possessed me but i needed to write someone shoving their hand down the other's pants and jerking them off and then this happened. warning for degradation. proceed with (horny) caution.

edit: now on AO3 + with scrumptious art by @noahl-art here :3

"F-fuck, Dew, touch me," Swiss growls against his lips. Their bodies writhe in the tight (lack of) space of the bus bunk, greedy and desperate for each other.

"Yeah?" The fire ghoul goads. "Just a fuckin' needy little bitch that needs to cum, aren't you?"

"Uh huh," Swiss whines, shoving Dew's hand down his pants. "Jerk me off, mark me, don' care." The first touch of his hot hand against his shaft is like the Dark One's grace, mercifully pleasurable and sinfully firm.

Dew growls and nips at his jaw. "Need to feel how hot I make you," he breathes. "Get you all stiff and sticky in my hand." He's just as hard, throbbing against the meat of Swiss' thigh. Swiss throbs under his fingers and they swallow each others' groan.

"Wan' it," Swiss grunts. He bucks up, seeking friction. "Fuck, spitfire, make me cum."

A little laugh turns up the corners of Dew's mouth as he moves to free his cock, slapping the wet head onto Swiss' flannels. "You'll cum when I tell you to," he says. Another nip, this time to Swiss' earlobe. Hard enough to cause him to gasp. Dew gives a rough squeeze to his balls and ruts against his leg with a groan, uncaring at how loud and obvious it is. "And you're gonna beg me for it. Like the whore you are."

Swiss lets out a wet hah and bares his neck to Dew, arching into his hand. "Yeah, yeah," he grits through his teeth. "Fuckin' use me. Do whatever you wan'."

Dew gives him a harsh tug, twisting on the upstroke. "'S funny," he says huskily. "You, parading around for all those people." He sucks hard beneath the hinge of his jaw, hard enough to bruise. Swiss can't help but groan, gripping tighter at the back of Dew's shirt and flexing his thigh to feel the hard line of him. "Fuckin' hells," Dew groans, "if they could see you like this. Bad boy Swiss taken down by the little guy's hand around his cock."

Dew digs his teeth in again, and Swiss has to turn and stuff his moan into the pillowcase.

The fire ghoul starts humping him in earnest. Hand not matching his own tempo, and just unpredictable enough to scramble his brain. Swiss can feel Dew's pre soak through to his skin after only a few thrusts.

"Dew," he chokes. He's so hard; Dew makes him crazy like this.

Dew pants against the hollow of his throat, warm and humid. His tongue darts out to lick a hot stripe up to his jaw, ending at the blooming bruise and pressing into it. Swiss' cock spurts pre onto Dew's fingers, already too close.

"Such a slut. Barely touched you and you're dripping all over me, huh?" Nevermind that Dew is leaking consistently against his thigh, because he's right—Swiss is wet for this. Wet for being degraded, pushed around. Bullied until he can't help but cover himself in his own spend.

"Hnnf-uuh," he groans into the pillow, still held between his teeth. He nods quickly, eyes rolling into the back of his head when Dew polishes the head with his pre.

"Shit," Dew rasps. His hips kick up in speed. A freight train barreling both of them towards broken tracks. He digs his knees into the thin bunk mattress for leverage and sneaks his free hand up to grab at the ends of Swiss' locs, pulling just as hard as he tugs on his cock, and Swiss thinks his brain tumbles from his lips when he whines through the break in his voice.

He shivers all over, right down to his toes. "D-Dew—"

"That's fuckin' it, such a pretty boy when you wanna cum," Dew growls. A beat, silent except for the wet sound of his hand jerking Swiss' cock. Then: "You gonna?"

Swiss doesn't answer. Can't, not when his mouth can't close far enough to make words. His tongue licks uselessly at the back of his teeth, fumbling to make his sounds turn into something coherent. But he can't. His eyes are screwed shut. His balls are drawing up against his body already, and he can't.

Dew snorts, pulling on his hair again. "Stupid—fuck; stupid fucking cock-drunk whore." He means it as a sneer, but it comes out warbling and needy.

He grips the tip again, and Swiss all but howls. "Your whore," he wheezes, all his muscles tightening to snap. "P-please."

Dew groans into his shoulder, fist speeding over his dick. "Again," he spits. "Say it again."

Swiss whimpers. "Please; Lucifer, please let me cum."

Dew half-laughs, half-groans, tightening his hand and forcefully jerking down to the base each time, just how he knows Swiss wants.

"Fuckin' do it then."c

[ghcstcd]

Swiss and Aether having marking wars on Dewdrop. Constantly, playfully at competition with each other to cover up the previous lover's bites and bruises with their own. Dewdrop absolutely revels in the attention.

[thelampisaflashlight]

Rest a While

[Snuggly SwissDew ficlet.]

They fall into an easy silence, one that seems out of character for the normally chatty pair; Swiss relaxes into Dew's warmth, and the other responds in kind, nestling into his side.

In the summer months, when friends and lovers alike are driven apart from the heat, and find the mere thought of being around another person unbearable, the two of them remain like this.

Comfortable sharing in the cling of each other's skin, until one of them inevitably must leave for one reason or another, content to simply be beside one another, no words required.

Oftentimes, Dew spends the dog days alone; His dual elements at their peak in the midst of the blistering heat and oppressive humidity, making his want to wander far from the abbey's confines stronger.

And it's in those times that he tends to seek out Rain, the quiet man taking to the cold embrace of the lake, where Dew will find him -along with the other basking water ghouls- and settle beside him to rest upon the shores, drinking in the waves.

But Rain has gone dormant for the season, sinking himself far beyond the limits of Dew's ability, lost to the world until the sun ceases its hard gaze upon the earth.

He'll wake when the water cools.

So, in part, Dew is here now simply because the other ghoul is not, and while Swiss could find it in himself to be jealous... That's not the case whatsoever.

He's well aware of Dew's preferences, and the reason he sought him out today; Swiss, for all his chaos and want for calamity, has a calming air about him.

In a literal sense.

As the sun bakes the lawn outside, the hybrid's fire side burns, pushing at the thin wall maintaining the balance between that and his water side.

In short, Dew is overheating, and Swiss' nature as a multi-ghoul allows him to switch between his elements and act as a sort of... fan.

So while the scene of them pressed together might seem outwardly innocent and adorable -and is to an extent- it also serves a more practical purpose of keeping the ghoul beside him cool.

Dew nuzzles his head against Swiss' shoulder, a crackly purr rumbling forth from his throat.

Swiss considers making some kind of joke, but, the moment he opens his mouth, a long yawn escapes his lips and he finds himself sagging further into Dew's body.

The slow, steady tap of his tail against the couch fades from his senses as they both surrender to a deep sleep.

[thatonerat420]

Dew: I think I need a hug...

Swiss: Good thing I'm hug shaped!

*45 minutes later*

Dew: You... you can let go now.

Swiss: No, I absolutely cannot.

[iamthecomet]

Kinktober Day 17 - Nipple Play

Guys, it's just 900 (ish) words of Swiss playing with Dew's nipples and ruining his life. A little lactation kink thrown in because that's what happens when you leave me unsupervised.

“Bet you can cum like this.” 

Dew shakes his head. Vehement. Sweaty golden hair cascading into his face as he does.  He leans back, body arching head dipping away from Swiss even as Swiss holds him firmly on his lap with an arm around his waist. Fingers digging into his hip to keep Dew exactly where he wants them. 

It’s early morning. The sun just starting to peek over the horizon. Dew is undercaffinated and still sleep warm in Swiss’ arms. And that means that Dew is basically defenseless. Dew’s still shaking his head like he’s trying to chase the thought away entirely. 

“No.” 

Swiss doesn’t respond to that. Doesn need to. Instead, he seals his lips around one of Dew’s swollen nipples. He sucks hard, tugs on the ring through it with his teeth. Dew’s back arches deeper as he presses his body closer to the heat of Swiss’s mouth. 

He uses his fingers on the other one. Plucking, twisting. None too kind. But Dew loves it if the way his cock spits between their bellies is any way to judge. Swiss could help him out. Hitch Dew a little closer on his hips, rub their dicks together. Tips sticky and wet. Could have Dew cumming all over him in a matter of seconds like that. But this is better. The aborted little rolls of Dew’s hips. Stutterin when he realizes there is nothing to grind against. The broken noise he makes when Swiss really digs his teeth in. 

Swiss pulls back. A string of spit connecting his lips to Dew’s nipple as he tips his head up. Leans back against the mahogany headboard and looks at Dew. Really takes him in. Dew’s red down to his throat. His hair damp with sweat. Fingers clenching and releasing against Swiss’ back. Jaw slack, mouth glazed. 

“They always get so puffy for me,” Swiss muses, and Dew whimpers at the words. Swiss gives his nipple a cruel twist and Dew jolts. Somewhere between trying to pull away and push closer. Hips jerking forward. 

“Swiss–fuck–please.” 

“Please what? Firefly?” 

“Touch me.” 

“I am.” Swiss drives the point home with another sharp twist. The press of the flat of his tongue over the other sensitive bud. Dew growls. Frustrated, desperate, needy in a way he only gets when Swiss does this to him. Torture that Dew has learned to beg for. “How much longer until they let down, huh?” 

“Fuck–don’t say shit like that.” 

Swiss ignores him. “Get them all swollen, nice and full for me? Huh? You’d like it.” 

Dew shakes his head again, but Swiss can feel the way his cock kick between them. He hears the whine Dew tries to hide with clenched teeth. . “Bet it’s real sweet.” 

“Satanas, Swiss. What the fuck?” 

“You’d look so pretty like that too,” Swiss cups his hand around the non-existent swell of Dew’s pec. “Puffed up, aching. Cute little tits. Bet if I work at them enough it’ll happen. Does it hurt?” 

Dew nods without any hesitation. Blush deepening. Spreading down his chest now. . "Y-yeah, please. Come on. Just touch me already. Make me cum." 

"I'm trying." Swiss grazes his teeth over Dew's nipple and Dew thrashes. 

"Can't cum like this, Swiss. Can't. Fucking hells, need you to touch it. Need–" 

"No you don't," Swiss kisses him over his heart. Sweet. A bitter contrast to the tone of his voice. Dew is falling apart in his arms and Swiss is insane with it. Stomach clenching. Cock kicking. He'll bury himself in Dew's body soon. Fuck him until his eyes get misty. But first–

"You can do it, Dewy. For me. I know you can." 

Dew's near panic is so sweet. The way he whines. How he tries to scoot his hips closer so he can rut against Swiss' belly. Anything to make it happen, anything to please Swiss. To give him this. It’s an impossible task. But Swiss isn’t about to let up. Not until Dew’s nipples are red and raw. Not until he’s had his fill of sweat slicked skin. 

He rolls a nipple beneath his thumb and basks in the way it makes Dew gasp. Barely a touch. Swiss looks down and finds the tip of Dew’s dick flushed so dark it’s nearing purple. Sticking straight out from his body. Kicking wildly as Swiss toys with him. 

“Swiss–please,” Dew voice is a pathetic whine. Another few minutes and Swiss knows Dew will promise him anything for a chance to cum. 

“Not yet.” Swiss mumbles, sucking hard on the pebbled bud. Rock hard and swollen beneath his tongue. Dew bows in on himself. Hiccups on a moan. Body shuddering beautifully in Swiss’ grip. He wonders what they have to do today. Rehearsal probably. Mass later. He can’t wait to see Dew wince when his guitar strap shifts the wrong way. Can’t wait to scurry across the stage and touch him through his uniform. Drag his fingers over those bruised nipples while Dew fumbles through a solo. 

Maybe Dew will fuck him about it later. 

“Come on, Swiss.” Dew begs so beautifully. Swiss could listen to it forever. 

“Not until they let down. Not until you give me a taste.” Swiss’ mouth descends again, worrying abused flesh with his teeth. Dew sobs, Swiss has never heard a sweeter sound. 

[nastylittleghouls]

Swiss: Dew was right, Aeth. Dewdrop: Say it louder! Swiss: I do not love this side of you Aether: *hides grin behind coffee mug*

[s0dom1zer1]

IS ANYONE WILLING TO DO A SWISSDEW SMUT RP W ME? god, i have been so fixated on these two now lordddd!! they’re so sillyy

detailed one-liners please, or semi lit 🙏

just dm me, ENGLISH ONLY PLEASE!!

[ghoul-slime]

Kinktober/Ghostober 2023 - Day 2 - Tail Play (Swiss/Dew)

Day 2: Tail Play (Swiss/Dew + cum eating, handjobs, rimming, begging)

Dew is lounging in bed, curled up in a comfy pair of pajama pants and watching some trashy 80s slasher movie on his phone when Swiss slams his bedroom door open.

Dew yelps, startled. “Jesus fuck, Swiss! What the hell?” 

Swiss doesn’t answer. Instead he saunters in, grinning down at Dew with a too-wide, toothy smile, and kicks the door closed behind him with another slam.

Dew frowns, unimpressed. His tail flicks in annoyance.

“Take your pants off.” Swiss nods his head at Dew, still balking at him from the bed.

“Uhh,” Dew answers dumbly. He wants to be angry, to put up a fight, but he can already feel his cock twitch, starting to fatten up, taking interest.

“Take your pants off,” Swiss repeats himself. He stalks up to the edge of the bed, holding Dew’s gaze. He’s still grinning, white fangs glinting in the low light of Dew’s bedroom. He reaches out to tug at the string of Dew’s sweatpants, untying the knot and letting the loose ends fall back against Dew’s bare belly.

“Take your pants off,” he repeats a third time.

“Alright, jeez,” Dew grumbles. “So bossy…” Dew lifts his hips to shimmy out of his sweatpants. His cock is fully hard by the time he sits back down on the bed naked, kicking his pants off the other side of the bed to the floor. He grumbles again, feigning irritation, but Dew has never had a bad time in bed with Swiss. Whatever Swiss has in store for him will undoubtedly be worth it.

“On your hands and knees.”  

Dew feels his face go hot as he turns to obey, arranging himself on his hands and knees on the blankets. As soon as his face is down he hears Swiss opening the drawer to his nightstand and rummaging around. Then the pop of a cap followed by the slick, wet sound of lube on skin.

Dew exhales a shaky breath, buries his face into the pillows, spreads his knees just a little wider. Arches his back, pretty and waiting and obedient. He expects to feel the blunt head of Swiss’ fat cock nudging at his hole. Maybe two of Swiss’ slick fingers slipping inside him to work him open. Dew’s cock twitches in anticipation.

Dew yelps when instead he feels a slick hand wrap around the base of his tail and tug, pulling him back before sliding wet and warm down the length of him from the base to the pointed spade at the tip.  

Dew feels Swiss’ lips find their way to the base of his spine, just at the top of the cleft of his ass. Kissing and licking, trailing little nips down to the base of his tail.

“Ohhhh,” Dew groans out when Swiss grips him again, squeezing with his fist, jacking his tail like it’s his dick. Sliding up and down the length of him with wet, filthy sounds. Dew’s cock spits out a dribble of pre in response.

His tail is sensitive, and the way Swiss is squeezing and tugging at him, pulling him off with a slick fist wrapped around him has him whimpering. He presses his face into the pillows, squirming and pleading for more.

Swiss answers by mouthing at the base of his tail, where it feels so good, almost ticklish. He feels the heat coil in his gut as Swiss licks and sucks at him wet and messy. He laves his tongue across the base where tail becomes spine, biting and kissing as his hand continues to stroke up and down the long, spindly length.

When Swiss pulls his mouth away, Dew whines at the loss. He feels the bed dip as Swiss rearranges himself, grips his tail with two hands and continues to stroke him, hands slicking their way down his tail to the tip, where Dew feels him guide the spade into the wet heat of his open mouth.

Swiss licks at him, trails his tongue across the edge of the spade, laps at the flat of it, wraps his lips around the whole of it and sucks. 

“Swiss! Ohhhh, fuck,” Dew cries out, legs shaking and cock kicking, dribbling a wet patch of pre onto the bedsheets between his knees. Dew feels the slick build up between his cheeks, running down his thighs. His body is a quivering, sensitive mess, and Swiss hasn’t even touched his cock once.

Swiss deepthroats his tail, hollowing his cheeks and sucking, jacking Dew off with two hands as he works the tip of him with his mouth.

“Please! Please, Swiss, ohhhhhh” Dew cries out again, rolling his hips. Humping his straining cock pathetically into the air as Swiss works him. He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for, but Dew feels like he might be close to tears. It feels so good, and yet not nearly enough.

Swiss pulls off with a pop, gives one quick nip to the tip of the spade with a sharp fang, pulling a high-pitched yelp from Dew’s lips before he’s kissing and licking a wet trail back up the length of Dew’s tail. He licks and sucks, spit dripping, mixing in with the slick of the lube as he mouths his way back up towards the base of Dew’s spine.

When he gets there, he grips the base in a firm fist and lifts, exposing Dew’s pink little hole. Wet and waiting. Swiss dives in, licking across the twitching, fluttering ring of muscle. He drags his tongue through the slick, mouths back up and across it to lick and suck at the base of Dew’s tail.

It’s all too much, Dew cries out pathetically, clawing at the sheets and drooling into the pillows as Swiss eats him out, sucks at the sensitive skin between his hole and his tail. Tongue running across every inch of him. Down his balls, up to his hole, and back to the base of his tail. He tugs at him as he jacks it off, just on the right side of too rough, pushing and pulling Dew’s shaking body as he works him over. Dew’s cock kicks out another spurt of pre, the tip angry red and the length of him straining.

Swiss takes one hand off of him and Dew can hear fabric rustling as Swiss pulls his cock out, slicking it up with the spit and lube still coating his hand. Swiss jacks himself off as he eats Dew out, squeezes the base of his tail, pulling it up and open, exposing him for his tongue and mouth.

Swiss bites down into the meat of Dew’s ass cheek when he cums. He crowds in, paints ropes of cum across Dew’s lower back, across his twitching hole, shoots across his tail.

Dew whines, arches his back, begging for Swiss to finish him off as he feels Swiss’ warm cum dribble down his skin, mixing in with the wet of the lube and spit already covering his sensitive body.

Swiss is back on him in an instant, curling around to grip Dew’s neglected cock with a wet hand, jerking him off in rapid, rough little strokes. Dew comes with a shout when Swiss dips down, wraps his lips around the base of his tail, lapping up lube and sweat and his own cum. Swiss works him through his orgasm, milking him for every drop as he shudders and hiccups and sobs through it, pressing his face into the tear-stained and drool-soaked fabric of his pillows.

Swiss pulls back with a little kiss to the bruised bite mark he left on Dew’s asscheek and helps to flip him over. Lays Dew down gently into the wet mess of his bed before diving in to kiss him deep, licking into his mouth. Letting Dew taste a mix of himself and Swiss. Dew hums into the kiss, satisfied.

When Dew opens his eyes, Swiss is grinning down at him again. Toothy and smug and looking fucking proud of himself.

Dew pouts up at him, doing his best to try and look grumpy despite the fucked out look on his face. His messy hair and blushing cheeks. 

Swiss kisses him again, nips at his neck, nuzzles into him until Dew is making satisfied little chirps and hums.

“C’mon, Spitfire, stop pouting,” Swiss offers, scooping the little ghoul up in his arms. “Let’s get cleaned up and then you can finish watching your movie in my bed.”

[noahl-art]

maybe you should draw something abt it *twirls hair and bats my eyes at you*

obvs you do not have to buuuut 👀

CROW!!!! 👀👀👀 You don't need to ask twice 🥴 Here is the FULL VERSION!!

and based on this incredible fic by @forlorn-crows 🥴

[riconas]

can i perhaps request some swissdew.. maybe mean swiss if you’re feeling it?

i am always feeling it ricky

combining with this ask for the full experience:

tags: masochism, pain kink, degradation, rough sex, whole carnival of kinks over here

“Are you mad at me,” Dew asks flatly.

Swiss doesn’t respond. He isn’t in the mood for mediocre verbal sparring—it’ll only get him more riled up. He pushes Dew backwards onto the mattress and crawls between his skinny legs, grabbing the waistband of Dew's sweatpants to pull them down to his knees.

“You can’t be serious,” Dew splutters. “You’re gonna fuck about it?”

“Are you complaining?”

A thin trail of smoke trickles from Dew’s nostrils and up into the air. “Go to therapy,” Dew snaps, but shucks his pants off all the same. What a bad actor. He isn’t even hard yet, barely half-chubbed, but Swiss will fix that.

“Colour system,” he says, unbuckling his belt and stripping his jeans off. “Lie down.”

Dew goes compliantly, pulling his legs up to expose his hole. He isn’t dripping yet, probably because he isn’t horny enough that his body has responded. Doesn’t matter.

Swiss spits in his hand, smears it over his dick, jacks himself a few times. Keeps the other hand firmly on Dew’s stomach, pinning him like a bug. He’d normally take his time with prep, open Dew up nice and slow, maybe even get him to cum a couple times, get him to loosen up. But he’s pissed as hell right now, and he wants to see Dew cry. He lines himself up, buzzing with anticipation at how tight Dew’s going to be, and pushes hard against his hole until the head pops in.

“Ow, fuck,” Dew whines, squirming under the hand pinning him. “Fucker. There’s lube in the bedside table, fuck—”

Swiss barks out a laugh. “Now you want lube? The little painslut wants lube?” He thumbs at Dew’s lower lip, pulling it down, exposing the wet pink of his mouth. “Not enough water ghoul in you?”

Dew screws his eyes shut. That hit a nerve, Swiss knows.

“You’re such a dick,” Dew manages to say, voice strained and distracted by the pain, and sure, maybe Swiss could be kinder, but then again. Dew doesn’t deserve that.

Swiss presses in a little further, then a lot further, and Dew pants and pants until Swiss’s thighs hit his ass. He won’t look at Swiss, won’t even spare him the courtesy of opening his eyes. Not even when Swiss slaps him, not hard, but with enough force that it rings out loud and clear.

“Open your eyes,” Swiss says. He grabs Dew by the chin and unceremoniously jostles his head around, like he’s trying to shake the brat out of it. Dew only shuts his eyes tighter. “Don’t be such a baby. Does it hurt that bad?”

Dew nods. It’s the only response Swiss has gotten out of him, so it has to mean something. He sighs, overdramatic, making sure Dew knows exactly how disappointed he is, and grabs Dew by the throat.

“Take it. You’ll be fine in a minute.”

Dew whines again. He does sound like he’s in pain, which Swiss wouldn’t tolerate if it was anyone else, but he can’t be bothered to care now. There will be time to feel bad later. He grabs Dew’s little waist and pulls him onto his cock, balls slapping against the back of Dew’s thighs.

“Fu-uck,” Dew mewls, eyes screwing shut, and he looks so pathetic that Swiss has to do it again. He grabs Swiss’s wrists, squeezing with what looks like all his might but feels like almost nothing.

Swiss looks down at his little cock, still only half-hard, waggling around as he fucks Dew into the mattress, and can’t help but wonder—if he laughs, will Dew cry?

“I can’t cum like this,” Dew pants. “Not like this—Swiss, c’mon, you know I can’t cum like this—”

“That’s the point,” Swiss says matter-of-factly. “You think I’m doing this for you?”

“At least let me,” Dew cries. “If you’re gonna make it hurt so bad.”

Swiss stops. “Colour, Dew.”

“Green, fucker, why’d you stop—”

Dew’s fine, Swiss tells himself, as he pulls out all the way to watch Dew’s hole wink at him before slamming in once again. Dew’s fine enough to talk back, fine enough to put up a fight. Fine enough to dig his claw into Swiss’s shoulders, scratching and piercing in all his burning glory.

“Not like this,” he keeps saying. “C’mon, Swiss, not like this.” And then: “Please, Swiss, not like this,” and Swiss knows he’s won.

“Say it again,” he demands.

Dew does not hesitate. “Please! Don’t leave me like this, I wanna cum—with you, please, please, please—”

“Apologise first,” Swiss pants. “Then I’ll consider it.”

[thelampisaflashlight]

Dew, lounging around in his underwear: "Satan's balls, it's too fucking hot..." Swiss, glancing over: "Why do you have the fan aimed at your crotch?" Dew: "It's this, or I lose the underwear entirely." Swiss: "Like I said-"

[thatonerat420]

Cirrus: Why don’t you go talk to Dew?

Swiss, sarcastically: Oh. Yeah, sure.

Cirrus: What? So you go tell him hes cute, what’s the worst that could happen?

Swiss: He could hear me, and then maul me.

[dam1en-69]

was playing rblx spray paint last night, heres a doodle from it (it was getting greifed 24/7.)

[iamthecomet]

Been thinking about Dew's pierced dick all day. So I wrote 1,000 words about Swiss being really into Dew's dick.

@chi-among-the-stars here it is, as promised. ♥

You're welcome?

Dew’s dick is pretty.

Swiss has always thought so. Frequently catches himself staring at it when they’re getting ready for the show. Even soft, there’s something about it—cute.

Makes his mouth water, if he’s being honest with himself.

But it’s moments like this. Moments when he’s laid between Dew’s legs and he’s face to face with it that really drives the point home.  One of Dew’s knees is tossed over Swiss’ shoulder so he can nuzzle his stubble against Dew’s thigh. Skin impossibly soft, beard burn turning it pink.

Swiss pins Dew’s hip down with one hand, the other is wrapped around the base of Dew’s cock. Flushed red, slick and sticky at the tip. Dew’s whole body is a taut line. Head tipped back into the pillow. Cheeks pink, and glowing with sweat. Hair a damp halo spread out on Swiss’ pillow. Swiss strokes him, nuzzles in a little closer, nose dragging up over the seam of his balls. Dew would make a teabagging joke if he wasn’t so far gone already, Swiss is sure of it. Swiss drags his finger over the piercing just under the head of Dew’s dick. Rolls it under his finger, and Dew hisses. Pre dribbling out of his slit, beading at the tip. Swiss could watch him forever. Loves the way when he lets go Dew’s dick twitches, pulses, spits more pre. Dew’s fingers clench in the sheets.

He whimpers. A small pathetic sound that doesn’t measure up to Dew’s personality. The way he fills a room despite his small stature. Swiss likes to wring these noises out of him, it’s easy.  It just takes a little practice, a little patience.

The ability to ignore how pretty Dew is when he begs to cum.

Swiss would love to give it to him. Watch him spray all over his stomach. Would love to taste it, gather it on his tongue and then press it back into Dew’s mouth and make him choke on it.

But then this would be over. Dew would go soft, curl in on himself. Demand a warm body to hold, and a nap.

Swiss isn’t ready for that. Not ready to move past this. He noses up the length of Dew’s shaft and Dew shifts, fisting one hand in the hair at the crown of his head, as Swiss’ breath huffs out over him.

He keens when Swiss drags the point of his tongue over the piercing. Presses against it, feels it roll beneath the skin. Dew shakes. Swiss can’t quite see but he knows Dew’s eyes are shut tight. Whole body tight as Swiss laps at him. He catches a bead of pre on his tongue, and then retreats again, curls his fingers around the base and squeezes.

“God fucking damnit, Swiss,” Dew huffs. Swiss looks up at him, away from the pretty upward curve of his dick, past it to look at the rest of Dew.

His throat is red, chest starting to go pink. His eyes are open now, but narrowed into slits as he props himself up to look down at Swiss.

“What?” Swiss asks. He strokes Dew idly and Dew hisses, head tipping back on instinct before he rights it, glares down at Swiss.

“I need more than this if I’m going to cum.”

“Who said anything about you cumming?”

Dew’s eyes narrow even further. He won’t complain though, won’t bitch. Swiss knows him well, knows he’ll take everything Swiss is willing to give him. That Dew likes being edged like this just as much as Swiss likes to do it. He could beg, if he really wanted to.

Swiss might actually let him cum if he does it well enough. Might take that pretty dick and fit it all into his mouth. Just big enough to press against the back of Swiss’ throat. Big enough to bruise his tonsils if Swiss lets him get rough, but still small enough that Swiss won’t choke on it no matter how hard Dew tries. He’ll swirl his tongue around the head, drink him down. Give Dew everything he wants if he asks for it the right way.

Instaed, Dew drops back into the bed. Slings one arm over his eyes and crosses the other over his own stomach, digging his nails into his hip like the pain is enough to take the edge off. It’s as much of an invitation to continue as Swiss is going to get.

He drops his eyes back to Dew’s cock, purpling at the tip. Twitching on it’s own accord now. Swiss presses his face against Dew’s trembling thigh. Nuzzles against him, purring as he laps up the scent of Dew’s desperation.

“Thought you were gonna fuck me,” Dew says. There’s still false annoyance in his voice, trying for boredom and failing.

Swiss chuckles against Dew’s beard burned skin. He turns, digs his teeth into it until Dew yelps.

“I might,” Swiss conceeds. “When I’m done.”

“Done with what? Staring at it? It’s just a dick—”

Swiss licks a flat stripe up the underside of Dew’s cock. Sucks the head into his mouth. All in the interest of shutting Dew up—it works. Whatever Dew was going to say is choked off in a whine. The arm that was thrown over his face slams down on the bed with a closed fist. Over and understimulated all at the same time.

Swiss can make him cum like this. With this push and pull of too much and not enough. He probably will.

And then, after that, he’ll probably fuck Dew through the overstimulation. Make him cry for it. Curl his fingers around Dew’s soft dick and play with it until it gets hard. Make Dew cum until he’s dry, until he’s got nothing left.

Swiss grinds his dick into the bed. He’s hard enough that it hurts. Balls aching. Desperte to grind against something more substatinal than his mattress.

He drags his teeth over Dew’s piercing, the noise it drags from Dew makes Swiss’ stomach hurt.

“Swiss. Satanas, fuck. Let me cum. Come on.”

It’s almost begging, not quite, not good enough.

Swiss looks up at him, at the tendons straining in Dew’s neck, the bruising grip he has on his own boney hip.

“Soon,” he lies.

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I'm returning to the hellsite to post horny ghost art xox

@mellomorello and I decided that Dew and Swiss' entire relationship is feral and complex <3