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hanalyrata · 5 days ago

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Do It Yourself - Swiss & Dewdrop - NSFW / MDNI

Pairing: Swiss/Dewdrop

Summary: A little jealousy goes a long way, or: how Dewdrop learned he was a switch.

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The tension between them had been building for weeks.

Swiss had always loved Dewdrop’s sharp tongue, the biting sarcasm, and the fire in his eyes when he got riled up. It was part of who Dew was—prickly on the outside, a swirling molten heat underneath. But the edges had grown sharper as of late, cutting a little too deeply.

And Swiss had had enough.

It wasn’t just one thing said, a sharp insult, a quip here and there, but a hundred little things added up. The curt replies and sarcastic digs that didn’t quite feel playful anymore, the way Dew seemed to be deliberately pushing his buttons during rehearsals. And tonight, Dew pushed a little too hard.

“Maybe if you stopped showing off for five fucking minutes, you’d actually keep time,” Dew had snapped, his tone acid enough to make Rain cast a nervous glance between them.

Swiss had opened his mouth to retort, but Papa’s arrival silenced them both. The rest of the rehearsal passed in tense silence, Swiss’s jaw tight and Dew practically vibrating with unspoken frustration.

When it was finally over, Dew was the first to leave, storming off toward his room without a glance at anyone else.

Swiss didn’t follow immediately. He waited, lingering in the empty practice space, running his hands through his hair as he tried to rein in his simmering irritation. There was more to this, he could feel it.

By the time Swiss made it to Dew’s room, the irritation had boiled over into something molten, sharper, and far more dangerous. He didn’t bother knocking, just pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Dew sat cross-legged on his bed, his guitar in his lap, absently plucking at the strings. He didn’t look up as he spoke, “What do you want?” he asked, his tone flat, but there was a challenge in it.

Swiss shut the door behind him, the soft click echoing louder than it should have in the small space, “We need to talk,”

Dew raised an eyebrow, his fingers pausing on the strings, he still refused to look up, “About what? How your ego can’t handle a little criticism?”

Swiss’s eyes darkened and he took a step closer, “About how you’ve been acting like an asshole lately.”

Dew set the guitar aside, swinging his legs off the bed as he stood to face Swiss, “Oh, I’m the asshole? You’ve been ignoring me for weeks, Swiss. Like I don’t even exist to you anymore,”

He stepped closer, his irritation growing further as he noticed the taller ghoul take a step back, “Do I repulse you, is that it? I’m fine for a casual fuck here and there, but the moment a new ghoul is summoned, I’m cast aside?”

Swiss raised an eyebrow. Oh, so that’s what it was.

“That’s not fair, Dew,” Swiss shot back, his voice rising, “You’ve been going out of your way to piss me off, and I’m done pretending it’s fine.”

Dew’s lips curled into a smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes, “What, can’t handle a little heat? Poor Swiss, always so perfect, always so calm. Maybe you’re not as unshakable as you like to pretend.”

Swiss’s patience snapped. In a heartbeat, he closed the gap between them, his hand gripping Dew’s chin firmly but not harshly, tilting his head up to meet his gaze, “You want to see me shaken?” Swiss asked, his voice low and dangerous, the kind of tone that usually sent shivers down Dew’s spine, “Careful what you wish for, firefly.”

Dew’s eyes widened slightly at the nickname, but he didn’t back down. If anything, he leaned into the challenge, his smirk sharpening, “What are you gonna do, Swiss? Prove me wrong? Send you back to your precious little bug?”

And their game had begun.

Swiss’s lips curled into a wicked grin, and before Dew could say another word, Swiss pushed him back onto the bed, pinning him down with ease. Dew let out a startled noise, his hands coming up to push at Swiss’s shoulders, but Swiss caught his wrists, pinning them above his head with one hand.

“You want to keep mouthing off?” Swiss murmured, his face close to Dew’s, his voice a low growl, “Or are you finally ready to shut up and listen?”

Dew huffed, his eyes blazing as he glared up at Swiss, “Make me,” he said, his voice defiant but shaky.

Swiss’s grin widened, “Gladly.”

He leaned down, capturing Dew’s lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. Dew resisted at first, his teeth grazing before biting harshly into Swiss’s bottom lip in a token display of defiance, but it didn’t last long. Swiss’s free hand moved to Dew’s hip, gripping it hard enough to bruise as he deepened the kiss, swallowing the smaller ghoul’s soft, reluctant whimper.

When Swiss finally pulled back, Dew was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His glare had softened into something more uncertain, but the fire was still there, burning bright.

“You done fighting me yet?” Swiss asked, his voice softer now but no less intense.

Dew didn’t answer immediately, his lips slightly parted as he stared up at Swiss. Finally, he shook his head, his smirk returning, “Not a chance.”

Swiss barely gave Dew a moment to catch his breath before flipping him onto his stomach with a firm, fluid motion. The smaller ghoul let out a yelp, his cheek pressing into the mattress as Swiss straddled the back of his thighs, pinning him down.

“Swiss, what the fu—” Dew started, his voice muffled by the sheets.

“Nuh uh,” Swiss cut him off sharply, his hand pressing to the side of Dew’s head, keeping him flat against the bed. His tone was low and commanding, carrying no room for argument, “You’re going to shut the fuck up for once and listen.”

Dew stiffened beneath him, his fingers curling into the sheets as Swiss’s words sent a jolt of something electric through him. He squirmed, trying to push himself up, but Swiss’s grip only tightened, fingers tangling in his hair with a rough pull.

“You’re wrong, by the way,” Swiss growled, leaning down so his lips brushed against Dew’s ear, “Phantom? Nah, only you can take what I give you and still come crawling back for more,”

Dew’s heart was racing, blood pounding in his ears as his breath came faster when Swiss’s weight settled more firmly on top of him.

“Fuck you,” he spat, though the words lacked their usual venom.

Swiss chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against Dew’s back as he slid his hand down to grab the hem of Dew’s shirt, fingers sliding just under to scratch at pale skin, “Oh, I intend to.”

The fabric was yanked up and over Dew’s head in one swift motion, leaving his torso bare. Swiss’s hands roamed over his exposed skin, warm and rough down his spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Then came the bites—sharp and punishing, his teeth sinking into the curve of Dew’s shoulder, the back of his neck, the soft flesh just above his ribs in a way that left him gasping, body jerking under each press of Swiss’s fangs.

His fingers dug into the sheets, face half-buried in the mattress as he let out a shaky breath.

“Look at you,” Swiss murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he leaned back to admire the fresh marks, a deep purple blooming on Dew’s pale skin, “All bark, no bite.”

Before Dew could respond, Swiss leaned forward again, his hands bracketing Dew’s sides as he kissed a slow, biting trail down his spine. He paused at the waistband of Dew’s jeans, his teeth catching on the fabric as he tugged it down just enough to reveal the top of his hips.

“Swiss, get the fuck off me,” Dew snarled, his voice muffled against the mattress as he struggled beneath the larger ghoul. His body twisted, legs kicking futilely, and his arms pressed against the bed to push himself up.

Swiss didn’t budge. Instead, his palm returned, pressing more firmly against the back of Dew’s head, pinning him down, “Stop fucking fighting me, Dew,” Swiss growled, a low rumble that sent a shiver down Dew’s spine and with a sharp tug, pulled his jeans off, tossing them unceremoniously to the side.

“I said—” Dew tried again, his tone defiant, but Swiss wasn’t having it.

“Enough,” Swiss snapped, cutting him off. His hand slipped around gripping Dew’s jaw and forcing his mouth open. Before Dew could hurl another protest, Swiss slid two fingers past his lips, pressing down against his tongue.

Dew’s muffled curses turned into garbled noises as he instinctively bit down, his teeth grazing Swiss’s fingers. Swiss only smirked, his head lowering so his lips were close to Dew’s ear, “You want to keep running that mouth?” he murmured, his voice dark and dangerously soft, “Let’s see how well you talk now.”

Dew’s eyes blazed with frustration, but his glare lost some of its edge as his tongue moved instinctively against Swiss’s fingers. Swiss pressed them deeper, slow and deliberate, his thumb brushing against the corner of Dew’s mouth.

“Yeah, that’s better,” Swiss murmured, his tone laced with satisfaction as Dew’s growls faded into muffled breaths, “You always have so much to say, don’t you? Never know when to quit.”

Dew glared up at him from the corner of his eye, his muffled noises vibrating against Swiss’s fingers. He squirmed again, but the fight in his movements was weakening, the heat in his defiance mixing with something else entirely.

Swiss smirked, pulling his fingers out just enough to let Dew take a breath before pushing them back in, watching the way Dew’s lips parted reluctantly to accommodate him, “Look at you,” he murmured, his free hand trailing down Dew’s spine, “Finally quiet, should’ve done this sooner.”

Dew made another noise of protest, but it didn’t carry the same weight as before. His cheeks flushed, his breathing uneven as Swiss’s fingers lingered in his mouth, teasing and controlling all at once.

“Good boy,” Swiss said softly, his voice warm but commanding, “You can’t win this, firefly. So stop pretending this wasn’t why you provoked me.”

Dew let out a muffled groan, his body relaxing slightly against the mattress. Swiss grinned, pulling his fingers from Dew’s mouth and dragging his thumb across Dew’s wet lips, “That’s what I thought,” he said, his tone dripping with triumph.

But Dew, ever stubborn, managed a hoarse, “Go to hell,” before biting at Swiss’s thumb just enough to remind him he wasn’t entirely broken yet.

Swiss laughed, low and dark, the sound vibrating against Dew’s back as he leaned in closer, “Oh, firefly,” he murmured, his teeth grazing Dew’s shoulder, “I’ll drag you there with me if I have to.”

Swiss leaned down, his breath hot against the back of Dew’s neck as his hand tightened its grip on the smaller ghoul’s hip. Dew’s body was tense, coiled like a spring beneath him, but Swiss had him pinned exactly where he wanted.

“One word, firecracker,” Swiss murmured, his tone a commanding challenge, “One word, and I leave you here. Unsatisfied. Unfinished.” His lips curled into a wicked smirk as he felt the smaller ghoul's body still beneath him.

Dew’s breath hitched, a mix of frustration and heat blooming in his chest. He wanted to tell Swiss to fuck off, to shove him away and reclaim the upper hand—but the threat in the multi's voice, the promise of being left wanting, struck something deep.

“You wouldn’t,” Dew spat, though his voice wavered slightly.

Swiss stilled, his grip on Dew loosening as he let out a frustrated sigh, sitting back on his heels, then sliding off the bed entirely.

“What—?” Dew began, propping himself up on his elbows, only for Swiss to cut him off.

“You know,” Swiss said, his tone calm but laced with irritation, “I’m done with having to do all the work,” he turned on his heel, running a hand through his hair before sinking into the nearby chair. His golden eyes stayed locked on Dewdrop, a mix of challenge and expectation flickering in them.

“You want me to fuck you?” Swiss continued, leaning back and spreading his legs in an exaggerated display of ease, a smirk tilting the corner of his mouth. His piercing gaze didn’t waver, “Do it yourself.”

Dew blinked, momentarily stunned, “Excuse me?” he sat up fully now, his cheeks flushed with a mix of indignation and incredulity.

“You heard me,” Swiss’s tone was maddeningly casual, his lips curving into a smirk, “You’re always running your mouth, always fighting me like a fucking brat. Fine. You want it so bad? Do it yourself.”

The air between them was thick, palpating, electric. Dew’s mind reeled, every part of him torn between irritation and the undeniable pull of Swiss’s challenge. He clenched his jaw, eyes narrowing as he sat up on his knees, glaring at Swiss.

Swiss raised an eyebrow, leaning his elbow on the armrest of the chair and resting his chin in his hand, “I’m waiting, firefly.”

Dew’s heart pounded in his chest, but he wasn’t about to back down.

With deliberate movements, Dew slid off the bed, the cool air prickling his skin as he stood in front of Swiss. The taller ghoul didn’t move, his smirk widening as he watched Dew with an infuriating confidence that made Dew’s hands itch.

Then it dawned on him. A chance he didn’t get often.

“Do it myself, huh?” Dew said, his voice dripping with mock sweetness as he straddled Swiss’s lap, his knees sinking into the chair on either side of Swiss’s thighs, “Fine.”

Swiss’s hands moved instinctively to Dew’s hips, but Dew swatted them away, grabbing Swiss’s wrists and pinning them to the chair’s armrests, “No touching,” Dew said, his tone firm.

Swiss chuckled, his dark eyes glinting with amusement, “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice low, teasing, “Finally stepping up.”

Dew ignored him, leaning in, his lips brushing against Swiss’s ear as he whispered, “You wanted this. Don’t you dare complain now,” his fingers moved quickly, unbuttoning the multi's shirt, giving him little chance to protest before digging his nails into the skin beneath.

Swiss shivered under him, his smirk faltering just enough to give Dew a surge of confidence. He moved deliberately, grinding down against Swiss’s lap, the friction sending sparks through both of them.

Swiss let out a low growl, his fingers twitching against the armrests, “Fuck, Dew,” he muttered, his voice rough.

Dew shifted on Swiss’s lap, the mischievous glint in his eyes sharp enough to cut,

“Aw, poor Swiss,” Dew cooed, his voice laced with mock sympathy as he rolled his hips against Swiss’s lap, “So used to being in control, aren’t you? How’s it feel to be on the other side for once?”

Before Swiss could retort, Dew rocked his hips again, slow and deep, drawing a strained sound from Swiss’s throat. Dew’s grin widened, satisfaction blooming in his chest as he felt Swiss’s restraint slipping beneath him.

“You always think you have so much control,” Dew continued, his voice quiet but cutting, “Always barking orders, always calling the shots. Well, not tonight," He leaned back just enough to meet Swiss’s gaze, his eyes blazing with heat and defiance, “Tonight, you’re mine.”

With that, Dew reached down, dragging his nails lightly over Swiss’s chest, a contrast to his earlier digging, the sensation making Swiss tense beneath him. He let his hands wander, skimming over Swiss’s stomach and just barely brushing the waistband of his jeans.

Swiss’s breath hitched, his eyes darkening as he fought to keep control, “Dew,” he warned, his voice strained.

“What?” Dew asked, his lips ghosting over Swiss’s, “You don’t like being teased? Because you’re usually so good at dishing it out.”

He shifted again, grinding down harder this time, the friction making Swiss’s head fall back against the chair. Dew took the opportunity to lean in, his teeth grazing Swiss’s neck before biting down, hard enough to leave a mark.

Swiss let out a sharp breath, his body tensing as Dew pulled back, satisfaction written all over his face, “That’s more like it,” Dew said, his voice dripping with triumph, “You look so good when you’re barely holding it together.”

Dew wasn’t done yet. He pulled back, his fingers trailing down Swiss’s chest again, purposefully slow, teasing every inch of exposed skin. He watched as Swiss’s composure continued to fray, his restraint unravelling with every touch, every roll of Dew’s hips.

“Beg,” Dew said suddenly, his voice sharp and commanding.

Swiss’s eyes widened, surprise flickering across his face, “You’re kidding,” his voice wavered in a way that made Dew’s stomach flip, though he kept his composure, tilting his head with a growing smirk,

“Do I look like I’m kidding?”

He leaned back just enough to slide his hands down his own torso, his sharp eyes locked onto Swiss’s. The taller ghoul was still sprawled in the chair, muscles taut and trembling with effort to not break, his chest rising and falling with each laboured breath. Dew’s smirk was wolfish, the glint in his eyes sharp enough to make Swiss’s pulse race.

“You asked for this,” Dew said, his voice low and teasing as his fingers slipped to the waistband of Swiss’s jeans, “Wanted me to do the work, right?”

Dew took his time, unbuttoning Swiss’s jeans with maddening slowness, dragging the zipper down inch by agonizing inch, the sound almost deafening amongst the tension. He made sure to keep his gaze locked with Swiss’s, savouring the flicker of heat and frustration in those dark eyes.

When Swiss’s cock was finally free, Dew couldn’t help but let out a low, appreciative hum, his fingers curling around the base, “All this just for me,” he chuckled, his thumb brushing over the piercing near the tip, catching the slick of pre that had bubbled up. Swiss twitched beneath him, a strained sound escaping his throat.

Without another word, Dew shifted, sitting back slightly as his free hand trailed down his own body. He leaned back further, giving Swiss an unobstructed view as he reached back up and slipped his fingers into his mouth, coating them with saliva, his eyes never leaving Swiss’s.

Swiss’s breath hitched, his eyes glued to the way Dew’s lips parted around his own fingers, how his tongue flicked against them. He swore under his breath, feeling himself unravelling with every second that passed.

Dew pulled his fingers free with a wet pop, smirking at the way Swiss’s gaze darkened, “Like what you see?” he teased, reaching back to slip his slick fingers between his thighs.

“Fuck, Dew,” Swiss muttered, his voice strained as he watched Dew’s fingers disappear, pressing into himself with an ease that made Swiss’s head spin.

Dew let out a soft, breathy moan, his head tilting back as he worked himself open. His hips shifted slightly, his movements slow and teasing, knowing full well what it was doing to the multi, “You wanted me to do the work,” he reminded, his voice pitching slightly higher as his fingers pressed deeper, “So sit there and watch.”

Swiss groaned, his nails digging into the armrests as his body screamed for him to turn the tables, to just give in and pin the fire ghoul down and take what he wanted. But he held on,

“You’re a fucking menace,” he ground out, his voice rough.

And he wasn’t wrong. Swiss was utterly undone, his body trembling as he watched Dew move, every sound and every motion driving him closer to the edge. He swore under his breath, his chest heaving as he fought to keep control, but Dew wasn’t about to let him off that easily.

“Go ahead,” Dew whispered, his voice soft but commanding, “Say it. Tell me how much you want it.”

Swiss growled low in his throat, his pride warring with his need. But as Dew rocked his hips and let out another soft moan, Swiss knew he was fighting a losing battle.

“Dew,” he said, his voice rough and desperate, “if you don’t stop teasing me…” He was so hard it hurt, and watching Dew unravel himself in front of him was both the most exquisite torture and the hottest thing he’d ever witnessed.

Dew grinned, leaning in just enough to brush his lips against Swiss’s ear, “You’ll do what, exactly?” he whispered, his voice dripping with mischief.

Dew didn’t relent, his steel eyes burning with amusement and lust as he pushed himself further, deliberately working his fingers inside himself with a rhythm that had Swiss teetering on the edge of madness. Every moan, every subtle movement of Dew’s hips, was calculated to drive Swiss insane.

Swiss’s jaw clenched, his breathing ragged as he watched Dew, his dark eyes following every movement. His cock twitched painfully, the piercing glinting in the dim light, pre making it shine brightly as a string of curses spilled from his lips.

“Fuck, Dew, just let me touch you,” Swiss finally rasped, his restraint hanging by a thread.

Dew laughed breathlessly, the sound breaking into a moan as he shifted his hips again, pushing himself down further against his fingers, the wet squelch reverberating between them and Swiss felt his stomach flip at the sound. He leaned back to brace himself against Swiss’s knees as he slowed his movements just enough to make Swiss squirm.

Dew tilted his head, his expression softening for just a moment as he watched Swiss writhe beneath him, “I could stop,” he offered, his tone mock-innocent, “Leave you like this. Unsatisfied. Like you threatened me.”

Swiss’s eyes snapped open, glaring at Dew with a mix of frustration and desperation, “Don’t you fucking dare,” he warned, his voice low.

Dew laughed again, a genuine sound this time, as he leaned forward, his fingers still working inside himself, “Satanas, you’re so easy,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Swiss’s jaw, his teeth grazing the skin just enough to leave a faint mark.

Swiss let out a sharp breath, his body trembling with the effort to stay still, “Dew, please,” he said finally, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

Dew froze for a moment, his eyes widening in surprise before a slow, wicked smile spread across his face, “Did you just beg?” he asked, a triumphant lilt to his voice.

Swiss growled again, his cheeks flushing slightly as he turned his head away, “Don’t push it,” he muttered, but the edge in his voice was gone, replaced by raw need.

Dew didn’t push further—not with words, at least. Instead, he shifted, pulling his fingers free and reaching down again to grasp Swiss’s cock, aligning himself with calculated slowness.

Swiss sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes snapping back to Dew as the smaller ghoul sank down onto him in one smooth motion. The feeling of Dew’s heat, his tightness, was overwhelming, and Swiss’s hands finally shot forward, gripping Dew’s hips with bruising force.

“Finally,” Dew muttered, his voice a mix of satisfaction and relief as he settled in Swiss’s lap, his body pressing flush against the larger ghoul’s.

Dew smirked down at Swiss, a flicker of devilish amusement dancing in his eyes. He rolled his hips achingly slow, drawing a guttural sound from the ghoul beneath him.

“No rushing, Swiss,” Dew murmured, his voice a low, teasing purr, “I’m going to take my time.”

The drag of Dew’s body was almost too much to bear, each roll of his hips sending white-hot pleasure through Swiss’s entire body. His cock throbbed inside Dew, the piercing catching in a way that made his head spin, his vision blur.

Swiss’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he groaned, the need to move, to do something, nearly overwhelming. Dew caught the action and raised an eyebrow, his grin widening as he leaned down, his breath warm against Swiss’s face.

Swiss’s hands tightened on Dew’s hips, his thumbs scratching into Dew’s skin as he fought to keep himself grounded, “Dew, for the love of everything, just—”

“Just what?” Dew interrupted, his tone sharp as he slowed to an almost unbearable crawl, “You’re the one who wanted me to take the lead. If you’re regretting that, tough luck.”

Swiss groaned, his head falling back against the chair. His teeth caught his bottom lip again, biting down hard enough to draw blood this time. The sharp metallic taste filled his mouth, but he didn’t care—anything to keep himself from breaking completely.

Dew noticed, of course. He leaned forward again, his fingers brushing over Swiss’s jaw as he tilted his head back to meet his gaze, “Hey,” he said softly, his teasing tone momentarily replaced by something gentler, “Don’t do that.”

Swiss’s eyes flickered to Dew’s, his frustration tempered slightly by the concern he saw there, “Then stop teasing me.”

Dew laughed softly, pressing a quick kiss to Swiss’s swollen lip before pulling back, “Not a chance,” he said, his smirk returning as he resumed his maddeningly slow movements.

Swiss was barely holding on, his body taut and trembling as Dew continued to work him into a frenzy. Each slow, deliberate motion of Dew’s hips was maddening, pushing him right to the precipice before pulling back just enough to leave him aching for more.

Then, just as Swiss felt himself teeter on the edge of bliss, Dewdrop stopped moving entirely. He sat, perfectly still, his eyes glinting with mischief as he watched the realization and frustration flash across Swiss’s face.

“Dew,” Swiss growled, his voice rough and low, “What the fuck are you doing?”

Dew smirked, pressing his hands against Swiss’s chest, holding him in place, “Taking my time,” he murmured, his voice soft but teasing, “You’re not in a hurry, are you?”

Swiss’s gaze followed as Dew slowly trailed a hand down his own torso, his breath hitching as Dew’s fingers wrapped around his own length, stroking himself in slow, languid motions.

The sight was devastating. The way Dew’s eyes flickered with heat, the way his lips parted as he let out a soft, breathy moan—it was all too much. And yet, Swiss couldn’t look away.

“You look good like this,” Dew said, his voice low and smug as he kept his hand moving, his strokes deliberate and unhurried, “All wound up and desperate. Bet you didn’t think I could turn the tables on you, huh?”

Swiss’s growl deepened, his nails biting into Dew’s hips, leaving crescents, as he fought to keep control. The heat, the tightness, the wet warmth of Dew surrounding him was a constant, agonizing reminder of how close he was—and yet Dew refused to give him what he needed to tip over the edge.

“Dew,” Swiss rasped, his voice a raw plea, “Please.”

Dew tilted his head, pretending to consider it as his hand continued its torturous pace, “I don’t know,” he pondered, squeezing a bead of pre from his tip, relishing in the way he caught the almost feral look it pulled from the multi-ghoul, “I think I’m doing a pretty good job at this pace.”

The tension was palpable, a taut string ready to snap.

“Say it again,” Dew said suddenly, seemingly snapping Swiss back to reality.

Swiss frowned, his frustration momentarily eclipsed by confusion, “Say what?”

Dew’s grin turned wicked, his strokes slowing even further, “Beg,” he said, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction, “Beg me, Swiss. Let me hear it.”

Swiss’s pride warred with his need, but as Dew shifted again, his body squeezing around Swiss in a way that made his vision blur, he knew then that he was defeated.

“Dew, please,” Swiss said, his voice hoarse, desperate, “Don’t stop. Don’t tease. Just—please.”

Swiss was trembling now, his whole body taut with desperation as Dew sat firmly in his lap, rolling his hips again, but only once. The heat, the wetness, the way Dew gripped him so perfectly—it was overwhelming. He couldn’t think, couldn’t speak without stumbling over his words. Every movement Dew made pushed him closer to the brink, only for the smaller ghoul to hold him there, refusing to give him the release he was so achingly close to.

Finally, Swiss couldn’t take it anymore. He surged forward, wrapping his arms around Dew and pulling him in tight. His face pressed against Dew’s chest and he let out a broken, needy sound as he felt the cool metal of Dew’s nipple piercings against his lips.

Dew froze for a moment, surprised by the sudden intensity, before a grin spread across his face, “Getting a little desperate, huh?” he teased, his voice breathy but sharp.

Swiss didn’t answer with words. Instead, his mouth latched onto one of Dew’s pierced nipples, his tongue flicking over the sensitive metal and soft flesh. Dew hissed sharply, his fingers tangling in Swiss’s hair as the multi ghoul suckled at him, his lips closing around the piercing with just enough pressure to make Dew shudder.

“Fuck, Swiss,” Dew gasped, his confidence wavering as Swiss’s lips moved to the other nipple, his teeth grazing the piercing.

Swiss’s voice was muffled against Dew’s chest, his words broken and stuttering as he fought to form coherent sentences between moans, “Dew, please,” he begged, his voice rough and trembling, “Let me—ngh—let me come. Please. I can’t—fuck—I can’t take it anymore.”

Dew’s eyes flashed with something between amusement and desire, his hips rolling just right to make Swiss choke on his words, “You’re not there yet,” Dew tilted his head, “Not until I say so.”

Swiss whined against his skin, his teeth catching on the metal of Dew’s piercing before he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against Dew’s chest. His breath was ragged, his body trembling as he tightened his grip around Dew, holding him like a lifeline.

“Please, Dew,” he said again, his voice breaking as he looked up at the smaller ghoul with desperate, pleading eyes, “Firefly, I’ll do anything. Just let me come. Let me come inside you. Please.”

“Anything?” Dew echoed, his grin returning as he rolled his hips again, slow and deliberate, making Swiss moan brokenly against him, “That’s a dangerous promise.”

Swiss didn’t care. He couldn’t care. All he could do was hold onto Dew, his lips brushing over the smaller ghoul’s skin as he whispered a string of pleas, his voice hoarse and trembling, “Yes, anything. Please, Dew. I need you. I need to—fuck—I need to come. Please.”

Dew’s heart raced at the sheer desperation in Swiss’s voice, and he couldn’t deny the satisfaction that came with seeing the larger ghoul so completely undone beneath him. But even he couldn’t hold out much longer, the intensity of Swiss’s pleas and the heat of his lips against his chest threatening to push him over the edge as well.

“Alright,” Dew said finally, his voice soft as he leaned down to press a kiss to Swiss’s forehead, “You can come. But only because you begged so nicely.”

Swiss let out a choked sob of relief, his hands tightening on Dew’s hips as the smaller ghoul began to move in earnest, setting a rhythm that sent them both spiralling toward release. And when Swiss finally let go, his whole body tensing as he spilled inside Dew, the sound of his broken moan and the feel of his arms tightening around him sent Dew over the edge right after him.

Swiss pressed his face into Dew’s chest, his lips brushing over the smaller ghoul’s piercings in a soft, almost reverent gesture as they both came down from the high. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, arms still loosely wrapped around Dew, who was now slumped against him, forehead pushing against his collarbone, equally worn out.

For a few long moments, there was nothing but the sound of their breathing between them. Then, Swiss let out a low chuckle, his voice rough and incredulous as he tilted his head to look down at Dew.

“Where the hell have you been hiding that?” he asked, his lips quirking into a crooked grin despite his exhaustion.

Dew, still catching his breath, tilted his head back to meet Swiss’s gaze. His eyes were hooded, golden strands of hair sticking to his damp forehead, but there was a glint of satisfaction in his expression, “What, you thought I didn’t have it in me?” he asked, his voice laced with smugness.

Swiss blinked, his grin widening, “Honestly? Yeah,” he admitted, “You’re such a snarky little shit all the time—I didn’t think you’d ever take the reins like that. Let alone do it so goddamn well.”

Swiss had barely caught his breath when Dew finally shifted, lifting himself off Swiss with an air of casual satisfaction. Swiss’s hands twitched, half-instinctively reaching for him again, but he stopped when his gaze caught the sight of Dew straightening, his legs wobbling just slightly as he turned away from Swiss, and—

Swiss groaned low in his throat, his eyes fixed on Dew’s thigh. The unmistakable mess of what they’d just done was trickling down, catching the light and the sight punched the air out of Swiss’s lungs.

“Fuck,” Swiss muttered, his head falling back against the chair for a moment before he forced himself to sit up straighter, his eyes trailing up Dew’s form.

Dew caught the look immediately. He turned his head to glance back at Swiss, eyes gleaming as he caught him staring, “What?” his tone was quizzical, dripping with faux innocence.

When he received no answer, Dew smirked, tilting his head, the movement drawing Swiss’s eyes back down to the long trail, a mix of Dew’s slick and Swiss’s spend,

“What, this?”

Dew feigned nonchalance as he ran a finger along his inner thigh, purposefully smearing it further.

Swiss swore under his breath, “You’re doing this on purpose,” he accused, his voice strained.

“Maybe,” Dew said, his smirk widening as he turned fully to face Swiss again, his hands settling on his hips, “But you can’t blame me, can you? You’re the one who couldn’t keep your hands off me.”

Swiss huffed out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief, “Can you blame me?” he shot back, gesturing at Dew as if that explained everything, “Look at you. You’re... fucking perfect.”

That made Dew falter, his smugness dimming as a faint blush rose to his cheeks, “Don’t start getting all sappy on me now,” he muttered, his voice softening.

Swiss’s grin widened, and he reached out to grab Dew’s wrist, tugging him forward until he was standing between Swiss’s knees, “You can be an asshole all you want,” Swiss said, his voice low and sincere as he looked up at Dew, “You’re still mine,” he punctuated his words with a soft kiss to the smaller ghoul's hip, "and I'll still be a sap."

Dew’s lips twitched into a faint smile despite himself and he leaned down to press a quick, almost shy kiss to Swiss’s forehead, “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice soft, “Yours.”

Swiss groaned again, his hands sliding up Dew’s thighs as he pulled him closer, “You’re gonna have to clean up before I drag you back to bed,” he said, his voice teasing but thick with affection, “Because if you keep looking at me like that, we’re not gonna leave this room for hours.”

Dew laughed, the sound lighter than it had been in weeks and he leaned into Swiss’s touch, his fingers tangling into his hair, “Fine,” he relented, his voice soft but full of warmth, “But don’t think this means I’m done with you.”

Swiss smirked in return, his dark eyes gleaming as he tilted his head up to look at Dew,

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

#swissdew #dewdrop ghost #swiss ghoul #swiss x dewdrop #swiss ghost #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #Cici writes #ao3 writer #ghost fanfiction #I've edited this about 80 times and I'm so done at this point #This was funny af to me to write #Not saying I'm into power-bottom Dew buuuuuuuut

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29. with mountain/dew, if you feel inclined ♡♡ (in love with your writing btw)

Thanks for the fun prompt! Here is some fluffy Mountain/Dew greenhouse sex <3

Dew’s been trailing him all day, trying and failing not to be obvious about it. Hanging around the kitchen while he makes his morning coffee. Pressed up against him at the breakfast table. Taking his time to tune each and every one of the guitars in the practice room while Mountain swaps out the drum heads on his kit.

Now, as Mountain ties on his apron, getting ready to spend the rest of the afternoon working in the greenhouse, he can tell Dew is panicking.

Dew’s not shy, but he’s never been good at asking for attention or affection when he really needs it.

Mountain can feel him hovering around the foyer as he laces up his boots.

“Dew?” Mountain calls out. “You there?”

The little ghoul appears around the corner with his hands stuffed into his pockets.

“I’m about to head down to the greenhouse,” Mountain starts, “but I could really use an extra set of hands. If you’re free, of course.”

Dew shrugs noncommittally, but Mountain instantly sees relief wash across his face.

“Sure,” he says, bending down to slip into his own shoes.

They walk down to the greenhouse in comfortable silence, and halfway there Dew reaches out to thread his fingers with Mountain’s. Mountain smiles down at him, and he can see the tips of Dew’s ears have gone pink.

They work together all afternoon, watering the flowers, repotting plants, and tending to the season’s seedlings. Dew gives out happy little trills and chirps each time Mountain makes a point to lean down and kiss Dew on the cheek, to tickle his ribs whenever he squeezes past him in the aisles, when he gives him a playful swat on the bottom as Dew bends down to open a bag of soil.

The sun is just starting to set when Mountain wipes his hands on the front of his apron.

“Alright, Firefly. Think we’re about done here for the day,” Mountain says, untying his apron and tossing it into an empty wheelbarrow.

He can see Dew start to fidget again, struggling to ask for something.

Mountain contemplates him for a beat, before he’s moving in to scoop Dew up in his arms. Dew squawks, surprised, and flails a bit, kicking out his legs as Mountain swings him over and deposits him unceremoniously onto one of the high worktables.

“Jeez what the fuck, Mount?” Dew sputters, faint blush creeping across his pretty features. From this new height, Mountain can see a streak of dirt smudged across his cheek. Some dried flower petals stuck in his hair.

“Nothing,” Mountain shrugs, “Just that I think maybe I’m not done with you quite yet.”

And then Dew is reaching out for him, pulling Mountain in by the shirt collar and kissing him. Dew wraps his arms around Mountain’s neck, parts his knees and hauls him in close, kissing and licking into his mouth like he’s completely starved.

Mountain lets Dew take the lead, wrapping his long arms around Dew’s waist as Dew licks into his mouth, sucks on his lips, mouths his way across his jaw to his kiss and suck at his neck. Dew licks a stripe up the side of Mountain’s neck, and Mountain absently wonders how much sweat and dirt Dew can taste on him.

“Mmm,” Mountain hums, tipping his head back to expose more skin for Dew to lavish with kisses and wet little licks, “I love it when you kiss my neck.”

Dew chirps happily, wrapping his legs around Mountain’s middle and pulling him in closer. He feels the sharp drag of Dew’s fangs across the most sensitive parts of his neck.

Dew stops and pulls away, looking at Mountain with an intensity he hasn’t seen from him all day. Dew’s hands move to his belt buckle.

“Can I?” Dew asks.

Mountain nods and Dew’s mouth is back on his neck in an instant, sucking a bruise just above his collarbone as he undoes the buckle, pops the button, and drags the zipper down. Mountain is fully hard when Dew reaches in to pull him out. A bead of wetness glistens at the tip when Dew starts to jack him.

Mountain groans when Dew strokes him from root to tip, reveling in the way Dew’s fingers just almost meet, wrapped around his thick shaft.

“Feels good, Dew,” Mountain praises. “So good.”

Dew nods, and spits into his hand, slicking up Mountain’s cock even more as he works him over.

Mountain reaches in, grabs Dew by the ass, and drags him closer so he can grind his dick against Dew’s clothed erection as he jacks him off.

“Wanna see you too, Dew,” Mountain pleads. “Want you to touch me with it.”

Dew whines, rolling his hips and humping his cock against Mountain’s before reaching in to undo his own jeans and pull himself out.

Dew’s cock is straining, angry red and wet at the tip. Beads of pre already bubbling out to drip down his shaft. Mountain moans at the sight of it, squeezing Dew’s ass and pulling him forward until their cocks are touching.

Dew uses two hands to grab the both of them, to squeeze them together, canting his hips up as he jacks them both off, humping into the tight space between his hands, gliding his wet little cock up and down Mountain’s shaft as he works them both.

Mountain groans at the sight of it. Dew’s not necessarily small, but next to Mountain’s he looks tiny. Mountain can feel his mouth start to water.

Dew’s close, Mountain can tell by the quiet little string of curses Dew lets out under his breath, the way his fingers start to flex as he jacks them off, the way his thighs start to quiver.

“Yeah, Dew,” Mountain goads, “Wanna see you cum. Wanna see you get me all wet with it.”

Dew groans and strokes faster, chest heaving as he works himself closer to finish, sliding his cock hot and wet against Mountain’s straining shaft. Dew comes with a shout, bucking his hips back and grasping himself at the base so he can aim at Mountain, shooting ropes of pearly white across Mountain’s twitching, kicking cock.

Mountain stares slack jawed as he watches Dew’s cum drip off of him, sliding across the head and dribbling down his shaft to puddle onto the ground.

And then he’s grabbing himself, slicking himself up with Dew’s cum and jacking himself off.

“Gonna cum, Dew,” Mountain warns. “Gonna cum.”

Dew nods dumbly, chest still heaving as he comes down from his own orgasm. He squeezes his legs, still wrapped around Mountain’s middle.

And then Dew is leaning back, lifting up his shirt with two hands, rucking it up just below his chin to expose his taut little belly, pretty pink nipples threaded through with silver barbells.

“Mount,” Dew gasps, eyes locked on Mountain jerking himself off wet and sloppy with Dew’s own release. “Mount, cum on my tits. Wanna see you cream all over my tits. Please.”

Mountain tugs himself off once, twice more before he’s cumming, shooting across Dew’s belly and chest. Spurts of cum landing on his nipples, dripping across the silver of his jewelry.

Together they’re an absolute mess, and Mountain grins across at Dew, satisfied and proud of the both of them. He leans in for a kiss, tastes the sweat and dirt of the day on Dew’s lips.

“Firefly,” Mountain starts, “Spend the night with me tonight?”

Dew laughs, breathy and joyful, all of the doubt and worry of the day melted away, and nods his head yes.

#mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #mountain/dew #mountain x dewdrop #mountain x dew #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #dew/mountain #dewdrop x mountain #ghoul-slime fic #ghoul-slime ask #slowly working through asks but still taking prompts!#this is barely edited send thoughts and prayers

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