#soft Dew

[ryuzatodraws-archive]

Omg im picturing a sibling finding out about soft dew and fucking EXPLODING on everyone, Ghouls,Ghoulettes,Papas for never asking or checking on him

-oncler

The sibling telling them about it and some of the ghouls feels so terrible over how they treated him.

“But I thought he liked it!”

“Have you ever asked him about it?”

“…oh my god”

[sphylor]

s oft Dew...

[retropopcult]

Pepsi refrigerator display, 1966

[ghostisun]

they nuzzled! again!!

[warizoh]

[divine-misfortune]

Dew never expects Swiss to be gentle with him, always takes him by surprise, always throws him off. Especially when it's so casual.

Swiss laces their fingers together one night when they're just sitting on the couch together. Dew stares at their hands for a while, how small he looks against Swiss always makes his stomach do something funny, but Swiss holds him carefully but tight enough he's always aware of the fact Swiss has him.

And Swiss shifts and lets his hand go, Dew tries not to look disappointed, but Swiss just pulls him into his side instead. If he weren't looking at the TV, he'd see Dew's eyes go all wide and his face start to go pink. Dew secretly loves how their bodies fit together, and how safe he feels tucked into him.

He'll never say any of that, of course. Swiss wouldn't let him live it down. But fuck if he doesn't get butterflies, get a bit giddy, when Swiss offers him that sort of affection. No motive. Just loving him for the sake of loving him.

[coffeeghoulie]

Hi :3 please be weird about quintessence whenever you have the time. Dealers choice of ghoul pairing <3

Thank you for the excuse to write this, Golfball :3. This has been rotating in my mind for a while.

Anyways. Behold 1.2k of Aether and Aurora being weird about Dew's size kink. Contains quintosis/quintessence use, some gill play, and size kink.

divider by @wrathofrats <3

Dew's losing his mind.

When Aurora had whispered into Aether's ear at dinner, he hadn't expected it to lead to this. The way the little ghoulette had blushed, he'd imagined she'd asked to be taken apart by the two of them.

And he'd been excited for it. Aurora's always a fun time. She's just as flexible as her summons-mate, though the voidling always seems to get more attention for it. And, as his brain helpfully reminds him, Aurora's small enough to slip into his bunk comfortably with room to spare.

The multi-ghoulette is small enough that Dew's frame covers her completely. Her legs are hitched up around his narrow hips, toes curling with every movement, the sparkly blue polish on her toenails catching the light. Her eyes glitter as she stares up at him, little breathy noises spilling from her lips.

Aurora has enough water in her elemental mix to get wet. Cool and wet and so fucking tight around him. Her slick pools underneath her ass, smearing against his balls as he presses into her. Dew has his face tucked into the crook of her neck. He can feel the soft puffs of breath from her jewel-tone gills against his burning cheek, and her whispered words against the shell of his right ear.

"Fuck, so big, Dew," she breathes, and Dew's smart. He's been around the block a time or two. He knows what quintessence feels like. Hers is a little newer to him, more like the sparklers Sunny and Swiss like to set off than Aether's more carbonated magick.

Especially when Aether's whispering into his other ear, thrusting slow and steady into his ass, big body draped over both of them. Each thrust shoves him deeper into Aurora's cunt, dizzy and trapped between them. "Such a good boy, darling, can't you feel how big I am inside of you? Lucifer, I'm ruining you, baby," He says, voice low and rumbling through his chest.

Both of their quintessence flows through his mind, twining and swirling around each other, pulling in different directions. He swears to Asmodeus that Aether genuinely feels bigger than normal, spreading him wider, big hands wrapping nearly all the way around his skinny hips, swears that he's so deep Dew can taste him.

He feels their quintessence playing tug of war with his perception, pulling every which way, fighting with marionette strings. He feels too big for his body. His skin is covered with static and uncomfortably tight in the best fucking way.

"Don't I feel so little?" Aurora coos, batting her eyelashes innocently, and Dew groans, wrists buckling as he drops to his elbows over her, still careful not to crush her. Her pert little breasts brush against his chest and he keens, kissing sloppily over her neck and gills. "You're so big, Dewey, shit, feels so good."

When Dew drops, Aether follows. His broad chest presses against his back, the scrape of of coarse hair making him lose even more of his brainpower. "No, you don't feel big, do you, love? So fucking small, my precious little fire ghoul. I can barely get my cock to fit in that tight little ass, can't I?"

Even though Aether had taken his sweet time opening him up with care and devotion, Dew feels the stretch tighten impossibly. Aether's cock presses hard into his walls, the head nudging against a spot that makes him cry. He sobs into the multi-ghoulette's shoulder and trembles between them.

Magick flows through him, his head spinning. He knows that he's thoroughly drunk on it. If he lifted his head to look in the mirror across the room, he knows that his irises would be a deep, deep violet. At least he doesn't have to worry about actually fucking Rory. Aether's got that well and taken care of. Each thrust deep into him knocks his hips against hers, her tight little cunt squeezing the life out of him.

Aurora arches, her toes curling. Aether lets go of his hip to grab her calf, rubbing circles with his thumb into the tense muscle. "Doesn't he feel good, little mote?"

"Mhm," Aurora cries out sweetly, her walls tensing hard around Dew. Her claws dig into his shoulderblades and draw red, raised lines down his back. The bite of pain makes him throb, mouthing weakly and uncoordinated at her collarbone. "He's so big, Aeth," she says. "Too big." There's genuine overwhelm in her voice, and then all Dew can hear is the wet noise of mouths colliding.

He finds the strength to lift his head from the crook of her neck and her sweet strawberry scent and immediately drops back down with a keening groan. They're kissing over his shoulder, sloppy and wet, and Dew just manages to catch a glimpse of pink tongue, purple sworls of quintessence as Aether shifts his magick to her.

Dew blinks blearily as his mind clears somewhat, Aurora losing her focus on him. Aether lets go of his hips, and he'd whine about it, but one big hand reaches under him to play with the little pink gem on the barbell that runs through the hood of her clit, and everything goes white as Aurora cums with a scream.

Her pussy squeezes impossibly tight, rippling around his cock and gushing with slick. Dew grunts and breaks out of his stupor. He ruts into her, trying to work her through it, but it's too much and everything goes white as he cums inside of her. His balls are uncomfortably tight to his body, the quintessence prolonging his orgasm until he's shooting dry inside.

Dew clings to her, pressing sloppy kisses over her gills, feeling the way her breath hitches as he licks at the sensitive openings. She paws weakly at Dew, at Aether, her pretty deep green eyes shot through with violet and rolling back in her head.

Aether's still thick and heavy where he's buried in Dew's ass, but Dew swallows hard and ignores it. "Yeah, pretty girl?" he breathes, slowly coming to his senses. The quintessence is still there in the back of his mind, but with how it's split between the two of them, it's much easier to think, thank Satan. "How's it feel?"

She nods, still spasming around him. Aether's other hand cards through her bubblegum pink hair, thick fingers separating the sweaty strands. She purrs as she glances between the both of them. "Fuck, so full," she giggles, her head slumping back against one of the pillows in their nest as she basks in the afterglow.

Aether chuffs, satisfied, before turning his attention back to Dew. He leans down, noses at the scar in the crook of his neck, and kisses at his earlobe. "You want to watch for a little, my darling?"

Dew huffs indignantly, but his tail wags, wrapping around Aether's thigh with an affectionate squeeze. "Yeah, starshine," he purrs, nuzzling back against Aether's cheek. It doesn't stop him from whining when Aether pulls out, guiding him out of Aurora with the motion. He kisses her cheek before settling on his side next to her. Dew pets her hair as Aether steps aside for a moment.

"Where's he goin'?" Aurora whispers, and Dew can see the sparks of purple in her irises where Aether's magick lingers. She's got to be floating. Dew grins.

"He's cleaning up real quick," he says, blunt claws scratching her scalp in the way he knows she likes. "But when he comes back, ladybug? You think I was too big?"

The way her eyes widen comically makes him laugh, stealing a kiss as he watches in real time as the tables turn on her. "Oh, sweetheart, you're in for it."

[lovebeing-a-girl]

Hurt me and tell me you’re mine

I don’t know why but I like it

Scary, my god, you’re divine

Gimme then gimme them dope and diamonds

[petaltexturedskies]

L.M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island

[fornpt1]

coney island queen <3

[iamthecomet]

Okay so i am madly in love with your fics and i would literally DIE for really soft and fluffy Aftercare with Dew and a reaaally subby and tired Rainy. I love them so much and you killed me with your story about Rain in heat 😭🩷

No DYING. But I'll see what I can do. Also thank you for your love for my fics, it is really really appreciated <3 <3.

Rain is fully dropped by the time Dew ushers him into the bathroom. His eyes are fixed in the middle distance as leads him to the shower. He keeps Rain upright with one arm around his waist as he fiddles with the water. Trying to pick a temperature that isn't going to boil Rain alive. He helps Rain into the shower, watching as Rain's legs shake a little. They stand under the tepid spray for a few minutes. Dew running his fingers up and down Rain's spine. Fingers slipping up into the curls at the back of his neck, rubbing. Thumb grazing over the bruises around his gills. The ones shaped like Dew's fingers. "You did so good, Rainy. You know that?"

Rain looks down at him with unfocused eyes. He blinks, trying to pul himself back. Dew slips his hand around to press against Rain's cheek. "S'alright. I've got you," Dew whispers. "Want me to wash you up?"

Rain gives him a stilted nod, and Dew turns to grab the shampoo--the extra bottle of Rain's favorite that he always keeps in here. Dew reaches up to drag his soapy fingers through Rain's dark hair and Rain leans down. He presses his damp forehead against Dew's boney shoulder. Melting into Dew's body as Dew tries to wash Rain's hair as adequately as possible and keep the soap out of his eyes. He's careful, lathering most of the shampoo at the back of Rain's head while Rain's cool breath huffs out over his shoulder. Dew keeps one hand on the small of Rain's back, grounding. Dragging his fingers up and down the vertebrae. A metronome of comfort. A reminder that he is here. They are here. Together. The shampoo is long gone when Rain reaches for Dew. Long fingers curling around his hip. He starts to straighten and Dew morns the loss of him, the closeness of him as Rain picks his head up and looks at Dew. Eyes a little clearer, but still lidded. "There you are," Dew says, reaching up to rub the rest of the shampoo from Rain's curls.

"Yeah," Rain breathes. "Can we--bed?" "Yeah, of course, Raincloud." Dew reaches around him to twist the shower off. He steps out first. Cranking up his internal heat to dry himself off faster while he grabs a towel for Rain and wraps it around the water ghoul's shoulders. Pulling him close as he does. Rain clings to him. Wrapping his arms around him in a way that makes Dew feel like the bigger one. Clinging to Dew like he's a liferaft. And Dew has to ask--he always does. Hates the way the doubt creeps in during these moments when Rain is neediest. As Rain buries his face into Dew's throat, back hunched. Dew presses a kiss to Rain's temple and sighs. "Was it too much?" Rain shakes his head vigorously. Droplets of cool water catching on Dew's shoulders. "No--no--was good. Needed it." Dew hates himself for needing that reassurance. For being the one who needs to make sure he didn't do something wrong. He's usually pretty good about avoiding dom-drop. But the nagging worry is always there, propelled by the thoughts of all of the things they did. Post-nut clarity always sinking deep into his bones, filling his chest with shame at the things he said--the things he did.

Doesn't matter that Rain asked him for it. Doesn't matter that they both loved it.

Dew shoves it down, pushes it away as Rain clings to him, sags against him. Because if he had done something wrong--would Rain trust him like this. Naked and vulnerable curled into his arms like he wants Dew to carry him to bed. Dew wishes he could. Instead, he just guides, arms wrapped around Rain as he pulls him from the bathroom. He needs to change the sheets, he realizes a little too late. He sets Rain into his desk chair and kisses him between the horns. "Two minutes, then we can get in bed, ok?" He waits for Rain's tired nod before he turns away. Keeping an eye on Rain the whole time he strips the bed. The sheets are still damp. He shoves them into his hamper and grabs the first clean set he can find. Crisp blue cotton ones Mountain got him ages ago. Rain watches all of his movements. His body language loose and tired. Dew can tell he's still a little hazy. It was a hard drop, a deep one. Dew knew what he was getting into when Rain showed up begging for it. He wanted to go deep, to drown in a cotton-filled mind. Despite the intensity of everything--and Dew's inherent worry--Rain still looks as blissed out as he did when Dew had finally let him cum. It's that dopey smile, still tugging at his lips, that finally sets Dew at ease. He tucks the last corner of the sheets in and tosses his quilt back on the bed. He comes to stand between Rain's legs, reaching for his hands to pull him up. "You ready for a nap, sweetheart?" Rain yawns, doesn't bother to hide it. He nods. "Hold me?" "Yeah, as long as you want." Dew tucks them both into bed. Curling himself around Rain's back. He curls his arms around Rain's chest and stomach, and hauls him back so they're flush. Legs tangled together. Dew nuzzles his face into the back of Rain's neck. Smelling clean water and the jasmine of his shampoo.

Rain reaches down and laces his fingers with Dew over his stomach. "Dew?" Rain asks, voice groggy, slipping away already. "Yeah?" "Thanks." It's barely a word, more of a noise--but Dew understands. He always does.

[moony-ghoul]

i need you to know i think about blankie dew every single fucking day

i also think of blankie dew every single day

he’s so shy about it so anxious someone’s gonna judge him or say something but they never do

after a particularly rough day he takes some time by himself to smoke in his room and just enjoy the soft texture of his blankie and he hears swiss call out down the hall for movie time

and without even thinking he stumbles down the hall blankie in hand and plops himself between rain and swiss

he’s too stoned to even realise he’s still holding the fabric as he watches mount pick out a movie

swiss nudges him lightly “who’s this lil guy?” his voice is soft and gentle as ever but fear still spikes in dews chest once he realises his mistake

he fumbles wanting to hide the stuffed dragon attached to the blanket trying to figure out a lie that would make any kind of sense

“oh that’s dragon” rain chimes in “dews blankie”

he says it so casually dew doesn’t understand how he can be so casual about it how rain doesn’t also think this is some big shameful secret

“hm cute” swiss hums rubbing the corner of the blanket between his fingers, he leans down placing a kiss on dews hairline and tucking him under his arm

dew can still feel his heart hammering in his chest, his hazy brain still catching up with everything

“you alright?” swiss whispers, no doubt seeing the panic in dews face, probably feeling how hard his heart is beating

dew looks up at the multi ghoul, he looks so soft, so warm, genuine worry in his eyes

but to dews surprise that’s all he finds, swiss isn’t mocking him

swiss doesn’t care about his blankie so why should dew?

dew sighs and snuggles closer into swiss

“yeah, yeah i’m good”

[coffeeghoulie]

If you're still taking them.. 5 & 25 with Dew/Phantom

Maybe Phantoms still a newbie learning the joys of sex, and Dew?

Ghostober Day 14: Tender Sex

Much thanks to @kroas-adtam for putting Ghostober together <3

Prompt from this list: #5- "God you feel so fucking good" and #25 "Fuck—uh! I love it when you touch me like that!"

Pairing: Dew/Aeon

Dew takes good care of Aeon the first time they have sex Up Top. A continuation of this fic from Mushy May.

Explicit, 1.3k. They/them pronouns for Aeon, clit, cunt and dick used for their anatomy. He/him for Dew, and dick, cock, cunt and folds used for his anatomy. Contains first time sex, frottage/scissoring, and Dew having a soft spot for the new bug.

Divider by @ghuleh-recs <3 (also @forlorn-crows pspsps i finally wrote the smut)

Aeon hits the mattress with a soft "oof," the white bedding scratchy and cool against their bare back. Dew looms over them like this, the hotel lamp making his hair shine like burnished gold. They bite back a whine as Dew crawls over them, not wasting a second to put his skinny thigh between their legs, the scrape of denim on denim almost grating on their ears.

Dew leans in, hands on either side of Aeon's head, hair curtaining their faces. A look in his copper eyes Aeon's never seen, at least directed at them. "I'm going to take such good care of you, voidling, I promise."

Their chest heaves, swallowing hard. Dew'd cornered them after the Ritual, kissed them like he'd meant to consume them. But he had tasted Aeon's concern, a bitter, electric sting of nerves, and instantly he'd cracked, touching their cheek soft and sweet like a lover.

And maybe that's what they are now, but Aeon's a little more concerned with how their clit throbs than semantics right now. Their eyes are unable to stay in one place as they trail over Dew's body, following the trail of gold hair down from his belly button to where it disappears into the waistband of his black jeans.

"You like what you see, voidling?" Dew asks, voice teasing, but Aeon can feel the heat between his legs where he straddles their thigh. He's just as into it as they are.

"Oh, yeah," Aeon breathes, their tail thudding against the mattress as they stare up at him. The pupil in their good eye dilates, swallowing their iris until there's only a faint ring of purple. "Can we- please- touch me?" they stammer, hands suddenly finding purpose and shoving at their own waistband.

Dew laughs, not quite his usual cackle. He straightens, and Aeon mourns the loss of pressure over their crotch, but then Dew's pulling his own jeans and boxers down. The sugar sweet scent of his arousal hits Aeon like a tour bus, eyes rolling back into their skull at the thick caramel and campfire smell that clings to the roof of their mouth.

He gives them that crooked smile again, throwing his pants to the corner where their hoodies and Aeon's binder had been banished. "Voidling," Dew asks, shoving his hair out of his face. "Where'd you like me to touch you?"

"Anywhere," they say, shoving fruitlessly at their own jeans. Dew leans down and kisses the corner of their mouth, his spindly fingers finding and popping the button of their pants, making it much easier for Aeon to shove their hips off and push them down.

Dew helps them get them off the rest of the way, and then his copper gaze trails up their skinny thighs to the dark violet curls at the crux of their legs. Aeon flushes, fingers curling into the bedding. "Dew," they breathe.

They know he can smell them, the tang of blackberries and ozone, and the blush on their face grows as they stare back at Dew. That trail of gold hair leads to a groomed, wiry patch of hair, and Aeon feels their head spin as they see the peek of Dew's dick jutting out from his folds. He's already soaked, what's left of his water making itself known. "Oh, look at you, Aeon," Dew coos, not unkindly, eyes calculating. "So pretty."

Aeon can't bite back the whine that escapes their lips, turning their face to press against the cold blanket under them. There's fingers on their jaw then, turning their face back up to face him. "Voidling," Dew whispers, and if Aeon didn't know any better, they'd say his tone was reverent. "Same as before. If I do something you don't like, tell me to fuck off. Those exact words, okay?"

Aeon smiles, hit with a wave of shyness as it finally sinks in what's about to happen. "Okay," they breathe, reaching up to tuck a strand of Dew's hair behind a pointed ear.

Dew ducks down to kiss them, and they lose themself in it, Dew eventually moving down their jaw, their throat, down their sternum. Aeon moans, voice hitching as Dew finds a tender spot and sucks, giving them a nip of teeth before soothing the blooming indigo mark with the heat of his tongue.

He pulls back and cocks his head, sitting up. Dew looks like he's contemplating something, the tiniest furrow in his brow before it relaxes as he apparently comes up with an answer. His fingers wrap around Aeon's calf. "I know you're flexible, Aeon. Gimme your leg?"

Aeon isn't quite sure where Dew's going with this, but they huff a breath through their nose and let Dew sling their ankle over his shoulder. "What're you...?" Aeon trails off, worrying at a frayed hem of the comforter with their claws.

Dew's expression softens even more, leaning down to cup their cheek, swiping his thumb and avoiding the scar there. "Gonna make us feel good. Nothing fancy, but I gotta treat my voidling right for their first time, huh?"

They whine, head lolling back against the blankets as they feel their cunt drool, clit twitching at Dew's whispered promise. Their slick has to be pooling on the mattress by now, and they aren't even water. "Please, Dew, I, I need it."

"You don't gotta beg, I've got you," Dew says, straddling the leg that isn't up on his shoulder. "All you gotta do is lay back and feel good, okay?"

Aeon nods, eyes locked onto where Dew's cunt rests against theirs with bated breath. They slide together, already dripping wet. They gasp, claws puncturing the blankets as Dew bites his lip. "Lucifer, you feel so fucking good," Dew groans, giving a test roll of his hips. His cock rubs against Aeon's clit, and both ghouls yelp at the burst of pleasure.

"Oh shit," Aeon gasps, mismatched gaze meeting Dew's. "That feels- Dew, please?"

The fire ghoul laughs, grinding his hips down slowly into Aeon's. They can feel the heat of it and it's so much and not enough and- "I'll move, don't worry, voidling."

Aeon tentatively lets go of the blankets, reaching for Dew's hips as he grabs their calf, claws digging in but blunt enough not to threaten. He starts to properly fuck them, so slick it's easy to grind their cunts together. Aeon prays that the hotel walls are at least somewhat soundproof the way the friction draws a cry from their lips.

"That's it," Dew croons, eyes darting up to their face before trailing back down to where their bodies are pressed together. "So good, such a good boy, letting me do this for you."

Aeon loses themself in the sensation, so much more intense than when they'd slip their hand down the front of their pants behind a locked door back at the Abbey. They try to grind their hips back against Dew's. Give at least a little effort for a counter-rhythm.

They moan sharply, mismatched eyes rolling back into their skull as Dew does some slick motion of his hips, their dicks rubbing together in a way that nearly makes Aeon yowl. "Aw, voidling, baby, look. They're kissing."

Aeon feels like they're falling, even with their back pressed firm to the hotel bed. Their hands scrabble against Dew's hips, thin skin over sharp bone. Dew laughs, not unkindly, as he keeps pressing their cunts together. "How's it feel?"

They can't get a breath in, every nerve in their body overwhelmed and short circuited with pleasure. Aeon tries to pant, narrow chest heaving. "So good, fuck—uh! I love it when you touch me like that!"

Dew grins crookedly, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of their mouth, still so surprisingly tender. Aeon gasps as their knee is suddenly up by their chest, their hamstring stretched.

"That's good, voidling," he whispers, brushing sweaty hair off their forehead, punctuating each word with a roll of his hips. "Then I'll keep touching you just. Like. This."

Aeon's cry echoes through the hotel room.

[mountainsabandonedshoes]

dew often deals with nightmares of his element change. horrific graphic dreams that would absolutely count as body horror. when he wakes from these he'll head off to the closest ghoul for comfort. he prefers going for quintessence ghouls or air ghouls. the quintessence ghouls can help ease his mind and make the struggle a little less, the air ghouls just generally have a comforting aura surrounding them, they can make you feel weightless, like nothing else is important in that moment, that there's nothing to worry about anymore.

[forlorn-crows]

Dew returning from Tour and has some soft and loving reunation (is that even a word? Its a word now.) sex with Aether.

I don't know why but I'm almost crying over happines from this thought.

listen, this could be softer, it could. but its dewther. and they're desperately horny for each other. so it goes as softly as it can. but it's all love, i promise.

crow once again demonstrating she doesn't know what the definition of a ficlet is...1.4k lmao

The scent of shampoo, cinnamon, and relief curls around Aether's nostrils as he hugs Dew tight to his chest. The little ghoul melts into him, breathing him in just as deeply. Smushing his cheek into his chest.

"Missed you, firefly," Aether mumbles into his hair, voice a little watery.

"So much," Dew replies. “So fucking much, Aethe.” The admission is only loud enough for the quintessence ghoul to hear. As always. 

They pull away just far enough to look at each other, like really look at one another’s faces. There’s nothing different, of course. Simultaneously familiar and foreign. 

“Hi,” Dew whispers, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Hi,” Aether grins back. They reach for each other again at the same time, the fire ghoul extending his arms towards his neck while Aether scoops him up by the waist, lifting him off the ground. Dew gives him a chaste kiss before burying his face into his neck, clinging. He hides behind his curtain of hair, pressing his lips to the quintessence ghoul’s ear, daring to scrape a fang against it.

"Now get your dick inside of me before I tear off your pants in front of everyone,” he says, low and suggestive.

Aether huffs a laugh into his shoulder. "So, I shouldnt bend you over the stair railing and fuck you right here?"

Dews knees admittedly go a little weak at the suggestion. If it weren’t for Aether still holding him up, he’d surely have stumbled. “No. Don’t want any of them right now. Just want you.”

Aether hums against his skin. A playful growl bubbles up after that, right before he hikes Dew up, throwing him over his shoulder. 

“I’ll be taking this one, ghouls and ghoulettes,” he calls over his shoulder. He doesn’t need to see Dew’s face to know he’s trying his hardest to scowl at the resounding laughter from the rest of them. 

The pouting doesn’t stay long, not when Aether brings him to his room, pushing him against the door as soon as it’s closed and pulling him into a deep, open-mouthed kiss. Dew whines through his nose, desperately grabbing at the front of the quintessence ghoul’s shirt. Restraining himself from tearing it off with his claws. He can’t make his fingers work anyway, not with the way Aether threads his big hands through the hair at the nape of his neck, guiding his face however he wants as he licks into his mouth with a groan.

He’s not sure he’s ever been this hard in his infernal life. 

“Need you,” Aether says simply. “Need you so fucking badly, Dewdrop.” The use of his full name sends a shiver down his spine, threatening once again to make his knees drop out from underneath him.

He whimpers, needy. “You too—fucking hell, get your clothes off.” Aether pulls away from him like he’s been burnt, shucking his shirt off with one hand and fumbling his waistband down with the other. Dew follows suit, yanking off his sweatshirt and tshirt at the same time, toeing off his shoes and nearly tripping over himself. Somehow, they hobble towards the bed without injury, clothes flying into the corner without care. 

Aether bullies the fire ghoul onto the bed as soon as they’re both bare, pushing him down onto the sheets and engulfing him with his body. Dew groans with it, canting his hips upwards as their cocks slot together. 

“Oh fuck—oh fuck,” Dew pants, nearly shaking as his hands grope at Aether’s back, his shoulders. 

“Mmpf—can we—wait, can I just—” Aether pulls back, propping himself up on his hands, chest heaving. “Can I just—let me look at you for a second?” It’s pleading, said through a gasp. His eyes are searching his face, roaming every inch of Dew’s body. 

The fire ghoul grips his arms. “Aethe, you just—”

“Please?” Their eyes meet, so much unsaid crossing between them in a fraction of a second.

Dew softens. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Yeah that’s—okay.” He smooths his hands down Aether’s arms, stopping just under his elbows. He looks up at his mate, searching his expression. It’s almost pained—fang poking out as he bites his lip, brow furrowed, nose scrunching, eyes shining—but underneath it is disbelief, reverence. Love. 

“Fuck, Dew,” he sighs, a little bit of laughter bubbling up with it. “I can’t believe you’re here right now.”

The fire ghoul offers a small smile in return. “I’m here.” He rubs his thumbs back and forth across Aether’s skin, soothing. “Come down here?” The bigger ghoul obliges, slotting their bodies together once more. Dew sighs happily, tail thumping against the bed as he buries his face into Aether’s neck. 

The quintessence ghoul places kisses into Dew’s shoulder, really pressing his nose into his skin. He works his way down to his collarbone, teasing a little tongue and fang. Dew drops his head back down to the bed, groaning bodily. 

“Yes,” he breathes. He drops his hand into Aether’s hair, encouraging. He mouths at the hollow of his throat, nips along his sternum. “Fuck, Aether, yes.” The ghoul above him groans low before dragging his mouth over to a ringed nipple, sucking it into his mouth. 

Dew howls, a wrecked feminine sound that goes through the break in his voice. The hand in Aether’s hair tightens to a fist, ripping a groan from him too. But he keeps sucking, swirling the metal around his tongue, working the bud until it hardens in his mouth. 

“Satanas, you’re gonna kill me—please, Aethe—hn.” Dew’s cock kicks between them, no doubt already spurting precum onto his stomach. 

“Could spend all night doing this,” he admits before latching onto the other nipple. Sucking harder on purpose, abusing the sensitive flesh. 

“Please don’t,” Dew begs, twisting his other hand into the sheets. His cock kicks again, traitorously. 

“Won’t,” he mutters. “Can feel how hard you are.”  

“Want you,” the fire ghoul whines, bucking his hips into Aether. “Don’t make me wait.”

“No more waiting,” he agrees, running his hands down Dew’s torso. “Fuck, no more waiting,” he repeats, like he doesn’t believe himself. Dew guides his hand down between them, pulling his face back up with the other. Their lips seal together with a shared groan as Aether wraps his hand around them both, stroking from root to tip. 

“Fuck,” Dew nearly sobs. “Satanas, Aether—”

“Yeah,” he breathes. “So good, Dew, fuck you feel so good.” His knuckles brush against the pool of precum under the fire ghoul’s naval, making him groan. He coats his fingers, smearing it over them both and stroking again. 

Aether only gets in a few more strokes, a few more sloppy kisses before Dew’s pushing at him again with a whine. “Unholy shit, fuck me—please, need you inside me, s’ not enough.” The quintessence ghoul moves to press his fingers against Dew’s fluttering rim. Nearly ghosts them over the muscle before Dew’s gripping at his shoulder, claws digging into his skin.

“Don’t need it.”

“Dew—”

“Aether—”

“It’s gonna hurt if I don’t—”

“Aethe, for fucks sake.” He’s wild-eyed, desperate. Aether stares, fingers still hovering over his hole. Dew swallows. "You aren't gonna hurt me, Aethe.” He huffs out the tiniest laugh. “Please, I swear to Belial if you don’t get your dick inside of me—”

“Okay, okay.” He spreads Dew’s legs, settling more between them. He gives himself a stroke, long and luxurious, sighing. He indulges in a few pulls, smirking when he sees Dew ogling him with an open mouth. “You really want me that bad?”

“I’m gonna punch you.”

“Hm,” Aether hums, lining up the head to his—notably wet—hole. He groans. “Fuck, yeah, you want me bad, don’t you?” He grips Dew’s hip and dips inside before the other ghoul can get a chance to respond. It’s slick but it’s tight. “Oh Dew, that’s—” 

“Uh huh,” Dew gasps, shaking with it. “Fucking all the way, all the—”

Aether thrusts down to the hilt, both gasping. Dew’s eyes flutter shut, mouth dropping open as his little chest heaves with breathy moans. Aether holds onto his hips like they might drift apart if he doesn’t. 

And they sit there, unmoving, heavy exhalations and sounds of pleasure mingling in between each other. Aether sinks down slowly, melting back against his mate’s body, letting the smaller ghoul tuck himself into the space that feels designed just for him. He rests his forehead against Dew's, just reveling in the fact he's there, that they’re together again.