#i got no idea what we've decided their ship name is so fuck me ig

[divine-misfortune]

17 with phantom, rain, and dew? 👉👈

Slick and wet, the sound of a desperate paced desire pervaded the air. The associated scent surely hung thick, musk and something faintly metallic. Nothing about it was discreet, not that they were trying to be - Rain hardly ever cared to be, and Phantom wasn't capable of it. 

He tried in vain to muffle himself; hand clamped over his mouth, breathing heavily through his nose, eyes rolled back as he cants his hips forward. 

Rain's eyes also roll, but in sheer annoyance. He sneered and dug his heel into the other ghoul's lower back.

"Do you plan on fucking me like you mean it or are you going to keep wasting my time?" He propped himself up enough to grab his wrist and drag it into place on the other side of his waist. "You wanted my attention so badly, work to keep it or I'll find someone who can." 

“I can do it, I can I promise-” he panted and shifted the way his hands sat on him, holding tightly like Rain’s disappointment might drive him from beneath him. 

Phantom's thumbs dug into the valley between his hip bones as he thrust into him again. Less hesitant than he had been. More eager to please than anything, surely emboldened by the water ghoul's threats, he pinned him in place on the desk and fucked into him in earnest. Rain wondered if he could feel the way his dick stretched him with every thrust beneath his thumbs. He wasn’t large by any means, but that didn’t change just how perfectly he filled him, how he could feel him in the deepest parts of himself. 

"Fucking finally-!" Rain's head thumped lightly against the wood with a particularly rough snap of his hips, his sigh cut short. Gasping as the blunt head of his cock nudged at a bed of nerves. 

His body tensed, walls bearing down in approval that Rain wouldn't waste the oxygen in saying.

Phantom groaned, purple eyes fixed on the place their bodies met. Enamored by the way his cock splitting the water ghoul open made Rain’s engorged clit visibly twitch. Dusky pink and jutting out from between his slick folds. Rain let his palm slide over his belly, following the dark and coarse hair that trailed south, graciously spreading his lips to give him a proper look at it. He choked, his pace coming to stutter slightly as he chewed at his lower lip. 

Rain bit the inside of his cheek, the urge to smile in self satisfaction threatening to give him away entirely. Phantom's fascination was near enough worship for him.

Like the simple gasp was all the encouragement he needed, Phantom took to a quick pace, abusing the angle that seemed to force every pleasured sound Rain was capable of making out of him. Without verbal praise he sought out a more physical variety, and every clench of heat around him was reward enough.

Tossing his head to move the hair from his eyes, Phantom lifted his gaze briefly and abruptly froze like a deer in headlights. 

"You finally figured out how to make yourself useful, why in the seven hells did you stop?!" Rain snapped, somewhere between a hiss and a sob. 

"So this is where you've been?" 

Rain's brow furrowed as he tipped his head back, an awkward arch, unintentionally baring his throat to the one above him. In the doorway an upside down fire ghoul, the dim light of the office space emphasizing the orange burn in his narrowed eyes. 

"Droplet," he purred easily and felt Phantom's cock pulse inside him, still buried deep. He smiled and Dew's frown turned into a full blown scowl. 

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He practically growled and Rain rolled his eyes. “You ditched me to go fuck the newbie? Couldn’t keep it in your pants for a few hours?” 

Above him, Phantom stammered. Caught on a syllable with all the grace of a kid caught elbow deep in the cookie jar, Rain wasn’t sure if he was trying to make excuses or apologize. Dew took a step forward, the old wooden floors creaking obnoxiously under his weight, and Phantom flinched like his gaze alone was enough to burn him. Rain seized both of his wrists when he moved to withdraw. Just the inch he’d managed to pull out of him was too much for Rain’s liking. Phantom had carved a space out inside of him, and without him his body felt painfully empty, and he would never admit that out loud.

He hauled his hands back into place like they belonged there to begin with.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, baby bat,” Rain warned though his tone held all the sweetness as a spoonful of cough syrup, and Phantom blinked wide eyed and confused. Whiplash rattling around behind his semi glassy eyes. “Don’t get shy on me now, you were doing so well.” 

It was clear from the way his face twisted that something ugly and jealous simmered in Dew the longer he stood there, the longer he watched. Rain watched, almost gleefully, as his mate ran his tongue over his teeth and clenched his fists at his sides. Barely tempered irritation came with the faintest scent of gasoline. 

He dragged Phantom close with a heavy hand on the back of his neck, nipping lightly at his earlobe before the little ghoul instinctively hid against his neck. Thin fingers tangled into his dark hair, the quintessence ghoul gave an experimental roll of his hips and let out a shuddered sigh. 

A twitch in Dew’s face. Rain’s smile was certainly wicked, he knew exactly what he was doing. He often did. 

“Let him watch,” he breathed softly into his mussed up hair and Phantom nodded with the faintest whimper. Pleasure and pride mingled in his belly. “Want him to see just how good you are for me, how you fuck me…Show him how high my standards are.” 

Rain didn’t even try to swallow back the sound Phantom managed to punch out of him when he fucked back into him, hard enough to jolt his entire body forward. Insult to injury. Fuel to a fire.

He also didn’t bother to look back at Dew. Knowing full well that even as his fire ghoul steamed and growled somewhere low in his chest, he’d consciously made the decision to remain, to watch, to blatantly pretend his cock wasn’t fattening up in his jeans. 

He could already feel the scalding hands around his throat. The bruises Phantom would leave on his hips would be nothing compared to the welts Dew was bound to gift him in kind.