#it’s boots dawg WOOOO

[wrathofrats]

it's SWA, back again

you said boot worship for mountain and it instantly made me think of this one thing where someone presses their foot (shoes on or off) against someone's hardened cock through their pants, so... now you get to have my thoughts. even if it's not a perfect match, take it anyway? lol

It’s mountain march so I’m pulling this out of the vault for a quick 300 drabble

Uhh warnings for pain and degro but it’s not too much it’s just mountain stepping on Swiss as it says on the tin

“Pest” mountain sneered.

He used his foot to push Swiss back onto his elbows from his position of kneeling below him. Barely a tap, just enough to move him. Like he was too good to even be touching the multi ghoul on the dressing room floor.

Swiss looked up at him with pleading eyes, moving his legs from underneath him in the uncomfortable position. Knees open and chest leaned back, as if he were displaying himself to mountain who seemed like he couldn’t care less.

Mountain hadn’t even taken his helmet off yet, still clad in the uniform while Swiss had his discarded to the side as soon as he stepped into the room. A desperate plea on his lips to help him after working himself up on stage.

“Ask dew” mountain rolled is eyes. Swiss had been teasing him all night on his platform, whispering filthy words before they went on stage that had him half hard and uncomfortable in his seat.

“Don’t want dew”

The kneeling was almost instinct as mountain stared at him, practically waiting for submission before he gave Swiss anything.

Mountains boot came to rest between Swiss’ legs. The toe up and hovering just above him as mountain stood with his arms crossed, a commanding position that had Swiss staying in place without a word.

“Shouldn’t even give you anything with your antics. Leave you desperate since that seems to be your favorite game to play” his boot pressed down a bit further, barely touching the fabric of Swiss’s pants.

“Please, im sorry just-“

“If you were so sorry you wouldn’t keep doing it”

A loud gasp sounded through the room as mountain fully pressed on Swiss’ hard cock. He could feel it twitch beneath the sole of his boot as Swiss squirmed, half from the uncomfortable feeling, half at a feeble attempt for more friction.

“More- fuck mountain you gotta give me something” Swiss bucked up harshly, grinding against the leather. Wordlessly he pushed harder, earning a pained gasp from Swiss

“No no no no mountain it hurts fuck please”

“You asked for more. This is what you’re getting”

Swiss whimpered at the pressure, hard and dizzy, the pain having his protests die in his throat