#swiss kneeling in the sparks changed my entire brain chemistry and i'm not sorry

[coffeeghoulie]

23 and gimme some aether Swiss YASSSS

Ghostober Day 13: Impact Play

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

Prompt from this list: #23- "Don't be gentle with me— I like it when you're rough."

Pairing: Aether/Swiss

Aether realizes Swiss is a masochist, and takes full advantage of that fact.

Explicit, 1k. Contains spanking and manhandling.

Divider by @wrathofrats <3

There's an almost manic glint in Swiss's eye as Aether drags him backstage by the wrist that makes something inside him burn. All things considered, he shouldn't be; Swiss hadn't exactly done anything wrong. Off the books, yes. Wrong? Not at all.

But it hadn't stopped something wicked flaring in the center of Aether's chest when Swiss had hopped off of his platform and slid on his knees under the pyrotechnics. The way he had jolted and hips bucked when the sparks hit his skin, sleeves rolled up, was now burned into every part of Aether's brain.

Not to mention the way he'd pressed the body of his guitar into his hips, chest heaving as he tipped his head back almost orgasmically.

The moment bows end, Aether's pulling Swiss back towards the bus, growling through his glamour low in his throat. "The fuck were you thinking?"

Swiss barks out a laugh, eyes still wild with adrenaline. "What do you mean? I'm fine," he says, dodging roadies as Aether drags them back to the bus. "Look."

Aether looks at Swiss's still glamoured, bare forearms. There's no welts, not even a reddened spot where the sparks had hit. He laughs, low and rumbling. "I'm glad you're alright, sparkler, but that's not what I was asking."

Amethyst eyes drop down to the bulge tenting Swiss's uniform pants. Swiss's grin falls, arm tensing under Aether's iron wrought grip. "Oh- Aether-"

"What, Swiss?" Aether croons, low and dark and laced with the threat of his magick. "Tell me why you looked like you were about to blow on stage in front of all of those humans."

Swiss, for once in the few years Aether's known him, doesn't have an answer. But he can feel the multi-ghoul's heart rate start to spike, warm spice arousal flooding the air around them. "Surely it wasn't being watched?" Aether says, circling around what he knows is the truth like a shark.

He shakes his head, stumbling up the stairs to the bus, straight back to the little bedroom at the back of the bus. Aether almost laments how much it'll reek of sex when they're done, but remembers it always does after a show night, and shrugs, shutting the door behind him. "It was the pain, wasn't it?" Aether rumbles, and the way Swiss's eyes light up in anticipation and the tiniest bit of fear goes straight to Aether's cock.

They both strip quickly, cringing only a little at the heap they leave their uniforms in, at the way their boots thud against the wall. But the lust and adrenaline quickly overshadow all of that.

Aether pushes at Swiss's shoulders, sending him face first into the mattress with a soft groan. His glamour melts away just so he can hitch his tail up over his hip teasingly, propping himself up on his forearms as he peers over his shoulder at him, eyes glittering metallic. Swiss's scent is so much stronger like this, now that he's completely bare, and Aether takes a deep breath with a groan.

"Just asking for it, aren't you, sparkler?" Aether rumbles, big hands running up Swiss's flanks, laughing under his breath at the way the spade of his tail twitches. He drags his hands back down, letting his blunt nails drag reddening lines along his sides.

"Mhmm," Swiss hums, dropping lower until his back is in a pretty arch. He shifts his hips, and Aether swallows hard, smacking the side of his ass in warning.

It doesn't work quite as intended. Swiss just arches a little higher, tail twitching where it's hitched up, and he moans low in his throat. "C'mon, big guy. Don't be gentle with me— I like it when you're rough."

Aether laughs, low and rumbling, and grabs at Swiss's ass, blunt fingers dimpling the charcoal grey flesh. "Oh, I'll be rough, sparkler. Need you to listen to me and I'll give you exactly what you want."

He grinds forward, rutting his cock along the cleft of Swiss's ass. The sheer force behind it shoves Swiss's chest further into the mattress, but he makes no complain, just moans again. Aether spanks him again, grinning as his skin flushes in the shape of his handprint.

It makes something feral burn in Aether's ribcage, pounding in time with his heart. They're still soaked with sweat from the Ritual, and as soon as Aether realizes that, there's a flash of memory, of watching Swiss violating his microphone stand, grinding against it like a whore.

He grabs Swiss harshly by the hips, hauling him up until Aether can turn him, sitting at the foot of the mattress and draping Swiss over his lap. Aether gets a glimpse of pretty gold eyes rolling back into the multi-ghoul's head.

Swiss humps forward almost involuntarily as Aether smacks his ass again, the sound echoing around the tiny bedroom. He moans sharply, between the impact and the way the hard line of his cock presses into Aether's thick thigh.

"I think this is all I'm giving you tonight," Aether leans down, getting a handful of Swiss's locs and gently pulling them out of his face. "Spank your ass until you make a mess of yourself."

Swiss groans, fingers tensed into the sheets as he braces himself. As his head hangs, he pulls at Aether's gentle grip in his hair. "Fuck, Aeth, I am so fucking down, you have no idea."

Aether grins, his gold fang flashing in the low light. "You know what to say and do if that changes?" His tone settles into something colder, something he usually reserves for Rain's brattiest moments.

Swiss shudders as Aether's voice flows through him, the same way he does when he's dosed with quintessence, but there won't be any magick until they're done, soothing the worst of the ache. "Fuck," Swiss gasps under his breath, pressing his hips hard into Aether's thigh in search of pressure and friction. "Yes, sir, I know what to say to stop."

"Good boy," Aether croons, genuine and kind. "Now, count for me."