#THE SAILOR AND THE SIREN TROPE WILL FOREVER STICK WITH ME WHEN IT COMES TO THESE TWO OKAY?

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Ooooh! can we can 12: "I can't believe you're this innocent" with Mountain and Water Dew? ♥♥♥

ahh!! moon, my beloved!! i'm absolutely screaming about this prompt! and with water dew on top of it all?? hohoho!! >:3c

explicit ✿ ftm he/him mountain + water dewdrop ✿ wc ; 564. terminology here includes clit + pussy/cunt!

It was hot, simmering even. The 'dog days of summer' have quickly evolved into the 'ghoul days of summer' as even the sins of air have been seen melting into piles of exhausted goo. Metaphorically speaking, of course.

Mountain just wanted to dip his claws in the pond, honest. The sun had dipped down below the horizon, but the sun-kissed land still boiled with humidity and heat.

...maybe that was why it was so easy for Dewdrop to pounce on him, his trouser already unlaced and his core bare to the world.

Dewdrop - as naked as the day he was summoned - wastes no time in seating his bare cunt over Mountain's heat. Their heavy clits rub together, and Mountain's vaguely aware of the way his tail is swirling by the pond's edge. The water's sin laughs, breathless and lilting, as he observes Mountain's bug-eyed expression at the way Dewdrop's grinding his dampness against Mountain's core.

"Wh-what are you doing...?" Mountain manages to huff out, his large hands instinctively reaching up to grasp tightly at Dewdrop's gyrating hips.

"Drowning a sailor," his siren's brow raises as a predatory grin stretches at his lips, "what's it look like I'm doing, Dirty Boy?"

"Grinding on my cock." Mountain answers, admirably straight faced despite the naked image of blasphemous fucking himself over his clit.

Those sinful hips stutter in their pace, and it takes Dewdrop a moment before his head tilts backwards. His silvered locks sway as his entire body flutters with his laughter. Even the fins sprouting from his ribcage seem to laugh with his body. Mountain's mesmerized.

"I can't believe you!" Dewdrop rasps, and Mountain can see the back of his throat from how hard he's laughing. "Imagine me swimming in my quaint little pond, and all of a sudden, this handsome little treat of a sailor just waltzes by. Scantily clothed, no less."

"I just wanted to take a dip-"

"Fully dressed?" Dewdrop cuts in. His hips have picked up their pace again, but it's more a gentle rocking as opposed to the intense gyrating from before. Mountain's clit throbs at the motion nonetheless. "You were going to cool off in this heat... fully dressed?"

"Y...yes?" Mountain mumbles, his face bright red despite the suspicious look in his eyes. "I wasn't expecting to get jumped by a siren, however."

Dewdrop laughs again, those midnight claws scratching gently at Mountain's stomach, finding purchase in the fuzzy skin. His hips slam forward harshly, and Mountain's breath hitches in his throat as Dewdrop fucks his slick cunt over Mountain's erection in earnest.

"I can't believe you're this fucking innocent. That, or perhaps just naïve." Dewdrop purrs. Those spindly arms of his trail back to grasp over Mountain's splayed thighs, giving him proper leverage to rub his wet heat over the entirety of Mountain's throbbing arousal. "I guess it's up to me to drown you in sin then."

(...Mountain wouldn't be able to return to the Abbey grounds in time for his smoke date with Zephyr. In fact, he wouldn't be able to walk properly for another full day. The poor earth's sin barely wobbling back to the Ministry just as the sun would begin to dip beneath the horizon. He could feel the way Dewdrop's eyes trailed after him like a predator who spared it's prey. Although, 'spared' might be a bit of a strong word.)