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miasmaghoul · 10 hours ago

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A lil bit of sweet swaeon based on this post.

1.5k of pampering, making out, jerking off, Aeon's praise kink and Swiss being so very good at abusing it via that filthy mouth of his

For @forlorn-crows <3

It's an early show night, where Aeon's still got the newbie nerves and just needs some comfort. He'd never expect to get it from Swiss, of all people, but he walks into their hotel room to find a bath drawn, the bed turned down and his favorite pj pants all laid out for him.

Swiss sits in a chair on the far side of the bed, legs kicked up, already changed into boxers and a loose tee. He smiles, gives Aeon a little finger wave.

"What's all this for?" Aeon blinks between the bed and Swiss, the scent of the bath wafting through the room and enticing him to shrug off his duffel and hoodie. Swiss tucks both arms behind his head as the new kid toes off his sneakers.

"You," Swiss explains. "Thought you could use a soft touch for a change." Aeon pauses with his shirt halfway up, head tilted, and Swiss just winks. "Don't get used to it, kiddo."

Aeon rolls his eyes, hides his smile behind his shirt, and in no time he's sinking into the sweet-scented tub. Right up to his chin, dragging his fingers through the water while he hums to himself.

At some point Swiss appears, pads into the steamy bathroom - but he's still dressed. Aeon still gives him a suspicious look, but Swiss simply kneels at the side of the tub and picks up the little bottle of shampoo tucked into a corner. Aeon certainly doesn't object, just melts into the water and lets Swiss' talented fingers massage his scalp.

He's loose-limbed and half asleep by the time the water cools and Swiss does his final rinse, but getting out, dried and dressed perks him up a bit. Not so much that he does anything but crawl into that huge bed, though. Groans as he slips between chilly sheets, tossing the covers up over his shoulders and snuggling into the pillows.

"That was so nice," he mumbles, hunkering down.

The mattress dips as Swiss crawls in on the opposite side. It's a king size bed, but Swiss still scoots across until he's close enough for their knees to touch. Until he can wrap a strong arm around Aeon's waist, palm flat against his spine.

“Glad you enjoyed it,” he hums, leaning in to rub their noses together. “Whaddaya think, just wanna sleep tonight?”

That hand rubs along his back, warm and solid, and Swiss’ smile is so gentle that Aeon can't help but kiss him. Just a meeting of lips, once that starts chaste but only deepens. Slowly though, slow enough that Aeon isn't even breathing all that heavy when their tongues part, or when Swiss tugs on his lip with dull teeth.

“Takin’ that as a no,” the other ghoul chuckles, and Aeon loves the way it flows through his ears. He opens his mouth to answer but lets out a yawn instead, and Swiss reaches up to play with his hair. “You're so fuckin’ cute.”

Aeon blinks at him, and then he's grinning like a fool. If they weren't glamoured, his tail would be thumping under the sheets. Swiss looks at him with a certain warmth in his eyes, and it tempers that grin some. Makes Aeon's smile into something more shy, more reserved, and it really is by accident that Swiss’ knee brushes against the tent in his flannels. Aeon sucks air through his teeth, immediately reaching down to cover up, but Swiss doesn't stop smiling.

“So fuckin’ cute,” he says with crinkled eyes, and drags the backs of two fingers down the side of Aeon's angular face. “You still think you have to hide from me, sweet thing?”

Aeon gives his head a little shake, eyelids fluttering when Swiss’ graze his jaw, tracing the line of his throat. He gives himself a squeeze, and something must happen to his face because Swiss makes a very pleased sound.

“Making out always get you so worked up, baby?”

The teasing note in his voice is so subtle that Aeon couldn't be blamed for missing it. He nods into his plush pillow as Swiss’ arm wraps around him once more, urging him closer. So close that Aeon can feel the warmth radiating from that strong body, curling into him like a cat by a crackling fire. He's really rubbing himself now, can't help it, but Swiss doesn't seem to mind one bit.

“That's sweet,” Swiss comments as Aeon works the button of his flannels open, and the tiniest little noise escapes his throat. That isn't news to Swiss - the new kid has a praise kink to rival Mountain's and everyone knows it. “C’mere then,” he coaxes, kissing the tip of Aeon's nose. “Wanna make sure you feel so good tonight, just like this.”

Aeon doesn't have time to ask what he means before their lips meet again, and the sigh he lets out is damn near angelic.

The kiss grows deeper this time and Aeon's hand moves in time with Swiss’ tongue - long, languid strokes that have him panting through his nose in no time. There's a string of saliva connecting them when Swiss pulls back, and Aeon really doesn't mean to whimper but fuck he doesn't want to stop.

“Then don't stop, baby.” Swiss mumbles it against his lips, and Aeon doesn't care that he said that out loud. “Just keep playing with yourself,” and Aeon flat-out whines, “and let me take care of the rest.”

Aeon huffs, nods, and the moment Swiss’ lips meet his throat Aeon's toes curl. The pressure of his teeth, the gentle suction, the chill left behind on damp skin when Swiss moves to make another mark - all of it has Aeon leaking over his own knuckles.

“That's my good boy,” Swiss breathes into the juncture of his neck, and Aeon shivers. “This's just what you needed, huh?”

Aeon manages a questioning sound as Swiss nibbles his collarbone, now kissing a slow path back up towards his ear.

“This,” Swiss says, tongue flicking over his lobe, and then he's pulling Aeon in with both arms. Wrapping him up in that cocoon of warmth, softness and comfort. Something he hadn't even known he could crave, and yet here he is. Jerking himself stupid and panting into Swiss’ throat. His fist bumps the slight swell of Swiss’ tummy with every stroke, no doubt darkening his shirt. “Needed to be treated like the sweet lil’ thing you are, didn't you?”

“Uh huh,” Aeon wheezes, a pitchy sound that catches in his throat. Swiss nuzzles his ear, kissing that one spot just behind it.

“Knew you did.” He smells like whiskey and warm spices and Aeon wants to shove his face into Swiss’ armpit and never come back up for air again. “Knew you just needed a soft hand. Know how I could tell?”

Aeon can't shake his head anymore, too caught up in strong arms and that heady scent to do more than make pathetic little noises.

“Tonight, right after the show,” Swiss murmurs right into his ear. “I saw that moment with Papa, that one pat on your shoulder when he told you what a good job you did. I don't think anyone else did, but I saw the way your knees buckled.”

Aeon doesn't have it in him to be embarrassed, not even a little. He's too busy fucking his own fist, a sound he can hear even over the hum of the a/c.

“Knew right then you needed this, baby. Needed me to hold you close, whisper in your ear and tell you just how pretty you look with your cock in your hand.”

Aeon's answering moan comes with drool, soaking right into Swiss' shirt.

“You do, y'know. So pretty. Almost as pretty as that cross-eyed look you get when I get my fingers inside you. Do you know how pink your cheeks get like this? Pinker that sweet little ass when I get you over my knee. And speaking of pink -”

The words stop making sense, a stream of filthy praise being injected directly into his brain. He's shaking all over, gasping with each frantic hump into the tight tunnel of his hand. His other hand sits faster in Swiss’ tee, stretching the fabric and exposing just enough skin for Aeon to bury his face in Swiss’ chest right as the words become clear again.

“But you always look the prettiest like this,” Swiss purrs, dropping a kiss into his hair. “Right when you're about to make a nice -" another kiss, "big -" the last kiss comes with the added pleasire of Swiss' blunt nails sinking into his skin, right through his shirt, "mess.”

Swiss squeezes him tight, presses Aeon's stroking hand between both of their bodies, and with a hurt little cry Aeon does just that. Shoots between their bellies, gets both of their shirts messy (or messier in Swiss’ case) as he works himself through it, colors bursting behind closed-tight lids.

“That's my good boy,” Swiss repeats, stroking his spine as Aeon catches his breath. “Always such a good listener.”

Aeon lets out a quiet giggle, wipes his sticky hand on his pants, and tucks both arms between their bodies. The embrace has loosened some, but not enough to dislodge him. Neither of them seem inclined to separate anyway.

“Thank you,” he sighs, planting a little baby kiss on Swiss’ adam's apple. “‘S it your turn now?”

Swiss’ chest rumbles in a delightful way when he laughs, and another kiss finds Aeon's crown.

“Took care of myself before you even got here, sweetheart. This was just for you.”

Aeon couldn't blush harder if he tried.

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