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miasmaghoul · 17 hours

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miasma how much for swissdew pussy eating….im prepared to give up my first born if need be

i accept payment in good vibes and offerings of either fruity candy or noodles

if anyone was curious

(ft transmasc dew, use of cunt/clit and dick for his anatomy)

Dew's a vision at the lakeside.

Pale skin glowing in the summer sun, golden hair soaked through and pulled back in a tight knot. He'd just finished his latest set of laps, skin still sparkling with shimmering droplets of lake water as he flopped onto his towel.

Swiss really can't help but stare from his place by the dock. Impossible not to, really. He just looks so sweet in those little white shorts, ones he must have stolen from Rain - they're triple knotted but still hang low on his hips. He smiles to himself when Dew wrings water from the drenched fabric, revealing the soft, milky skin of his inner thighs. Skin that's begging for a few bruises.

Dew stretches, lays himself out in the sun, and Swiss decides he looks far too alone.

He keeps his pace casual as he saunters towards the little ghoul. Keeps his hands shoved into the pockets of his shorts and lets his shirt flutter in the summer breeze. It's a short sleeved button down in pale pink, only two buttons done up, and Swiss can feel Dew's eyes on his chest the closer he gets.

Not that Swiss is doing much better - his own golden gaze rests on Dew's pert, stiff nipples. The silver barbells through them sparkle in the sunlight, and the only thing prettier is the pink flush of exertion painting Dew's cheeks and chest.

"How's the water?" Swiss drags thick fingers through his curls, smirking down at the lithe body laid out before him.

"Not bad," Dew replies, stretching his arms over his head and arching his back in a way that can only be intentional. He sighs when he relaxes, offering Swiss a lazy grin. "Little chilly."

"Looks like it," Swiss comments, nodding at his chest. "Got 'em all stiff."

Dew glances down and offers a soft chuckle. Swiss tries not to let his eyes bug out of his head when the little ghoul starts plucking at those tight, pink buds.

"Guess so," he says, amused. Dew smiles when he looks up again. "What's your excuse?"

Dew nods at his crotch, and Swiss laughs. Gets a handful of the obvious bulge in his khaki shorts and gives it a nice fondle.

"This one's all on you, firecracker," he lilts, not missing the flash in Dew's lovely copper eyes.

Swiss bodily flops on the ground next to his towel, laid out on his side and resting on one bent elbow. His other hand drags over Dew's thigh, catches in the creases of his wet shorts.

"Can't help it when you look so pretty."

Swiss walks two fingers over a bony hip while Dew preens, up the smooth plane of his stomach. The little ghoul watches them move, watches Swiss's fingertips sink into the tiny bit of softness just above his waistband.

Swiss can't take his eyes off of Dew's face, though. Off of sun-darkened freckles painted over the bridge of that strong nose, off of the few wisps of almost dry hair hanging in his face.

He catches the little ghoul in a slow, decadent kiss. The kind you can only have outside, surrounded by sweet grass and heady summertime scents. It's languid and luxurious, Dew's fingers finding their way into Swiss's hair around the same time Swiss licks into his mouth. The little ghoul tastes of the lake, clean and fresh and tinted with the spice and tobacco that Dew always carries, and Swiss groans into his mouth.

Dew looks up at him with dark, lidded eyes, and Swiss's cock fattens up just that much more.

"So pretty."

They pull back at the same time to breathe, and Swiss laughs to himself when he realizes that he's straddling that little body now, large hands cupping Dew's warm cheeks. He looks dazed, lips rosy and slick. Swiss has to catch one between his teeth, giving that soft flesh a playful tug.

"You still chilly, Sparky?"

It's an easily answered question - Dew feels like a furnace beneath him, skin steaming away the remnants of the lake. The skinny arms looped around his neck feel like branding irons, even through his shirt. Dew is most definitely not chilly.

"Freezing," the little ghoul chirps, leaning up to lick at Swiss's tongue. He sighs when Dew sucks the tip of it into his mouth, sparkling eyes crinkling at the corners. A small foot strokes along Swiss's calf. "Gonna warm me up?"

"'Course," Swiss winks, dipping down to lick at the hollow of Dew's throat. "I was just thinkin' it was time for lunch."

Dew hums, letting his arms fall to the towel instead. Swiss rewards him with a wet, sloppy kiss to the side of his throat. Dew cringes even as he laughs, the sound melting into a pleased sigh when Swiss sucks the first of what will be many dark marks into delicate skin.

This is one of his favorite ways to have Dew - there's always something to be said for their more frantic encounters, for the ones that leave them bloodied and exhausted. For the times he makes Dew cry, and for the times Dew fucks him into to brainlessness with a strap that could rival Mountain.

But times like this? Ones where he can take his time, can worship Dew the way he likes best? Swiss can never get enough.

He takes it so very slow. Kisses every inch of Dew's throat, over both collarbones, down his sternum. Colors his skin in splotchy purple and deep red, nips at his few soft spots and glides warm, steady hands along his sides.

Dew's nipples get special attention, of course. Swiss can't help the obsession he has with those little pink nubs, not when Dew is just so, so sensitive there. He squirms so beautifully when Swiss catches them between his teeth, makes the sweetest sounds when Swiss latches on to what little he has there.

He watches Dew's face through it all - the way his brows furrow, the way he sucks his lower lip between crooked teeth, the way he breathes so harshly through his nose when Swiss snakes a hand between their bodies. A large hand cups Dew's cunt through his now-dry shorts, and the little ghoul rocks shamelessly against his palm.

"Don't feel chilly here," Swiss teases, licking a broad stripe along one of the crescent-shaped scars on Dew's chest. He can feel the stiffening bump of Dew's clit throb against his hand, and Swiss groans as he gives it the smallest rub.

"You should probably make sure," Dew breathes, hands coming up to rest on Swiss's broad shoulders. He gives them an impatient little shove and Swiss snorts.

"You're the boss," he chuckles, pressing a kiss to Dew's belly as he slides south. He nuzzles the barely-there trail of hair just below his navel, dips his tongue into that divot, and hooks thick fingers into Dew's shorts. "Think you're all slippery for me yet?"

Dew shrugs, tucking one arm behind his head and threading long fingers into Swiss's hair. Scratches at his scalp in a way that has a rusty purr kicking up in his chest. Dew rocks his hips up into his face and Swiss nips at him through the fabric. Dew smiles.

"Dunno," he says, noncommittal despite how fucked out he looks already - pink cheeks, swollen lips and nipples, a perfect collar of sucked-in marks lining his throat. "Guess you should check on that too."

Swiss tips his head, makes a sound of consideration while he unwinds Dew's fingers from his hair. Dew watches him place soft kisses to each knuckle, watches him drag his teeth along the inside of his wrist.

Dew whines, his eyes slip shut, but he obeys. Swiss watches his fingers move through the fabric, hears them slip through slick folds. The sound goes straight to his balls, wrings a pained moan from his throat, and Swiss grinds against Dew's towel.

"I have a better idea."

Swiss lifts Dew's waistband and shoves his own bony hand into his shorts. The little ghoul gasps, and Swiss smirks.

"Go on and show me how excited you are, sweetheart."

"Yeah, just like that," he rasps, licking his lips. Swiss grips his skinny waist, presses his nose to the crotch of those shorts to breathe in deep."Fuck, you're gonna taste so good." He pats at Dew's arm. "Lemme see, c'mon, show me."

Dew makes a sweet little sound, pulls his hand back, and Swiss drools at the way his fingers glisten.

"Beautiful."

He grips Dew's wrist and wastes no time taking those wet digits into his mouth. The taste of him floods Swiss's tongue, sweet and salty and so fucking addictive. He can never get enough, and that suits the both of them perfectly. He licks at Dew's palm, breathing heavy and ragged. Dew watches him with blown-out eyes, little chest rising and falling bunny quick.

"Think you need more," Dew mutters, voice thready with need. "Didn't you say you were hungry?"

Oh, Swiss is going to implode one of these days.

"Baby, I'm starving."

Swiss scrambles to get Dew's shorts down, leaving them looped around a scrawny ankle while he pushes those slender thighs apart and gets the little ghoul properly exposed. Swiss chokes at the sight of him, plump and slick and throbbing. He presses his nose to the crease of Dew's thigh and inhales like a man starved.

"Lucifer, you smell like heaven," he murmurs, and Dew sighs.

"You gonna talk about it all day, or are you gonna eat?"

Swiss laughs.

"Until I can't anymore, princess."

The first pass of his tongue, flat and broad, has Dew sagging back against his towel. Swiss huffs against him as he repeats, licking long and slow. Dragging it over every inch of hot, sensitive flesh in the ways he knows Dew likes best. Spreads him with two fingers to he can take each of Dew's dusky lips between his own and suckle them until Dew's legs start to shake. Licks from his hole to the base of his clit and back again, swimming in every sweet, eager sound the little ghoul feeds him.

"Fuck, your mouth," he groans, gripping Swiss's hair and rolling his hips. "C'mon, lick it, lick it."

Swiss dips his tongue inside for the briefest second, and Dew kicks like a dog.

"Yeah? That what you need?"

Swiss asks it between soft, wet kisses around his clit. So much attention paid to every place except where he knows Dew wants it most. The little ghoul grumbles, halfheartedly trying to hold Swiss in place with the hand in his hair. Swiss bumps the very tip of that swollen length with his nose, and Dew hisses.

"Need me to suck this cute little dick?" Swiss gives that stiff length a sweet, tiny kiss, just enough to make Dew's thighs clench. "Need me to make it cum?"

"Uh huh," Dew nods, hooking a leg over Swiss's lower back. He's flushed straight down his throat now, chest blotchy red. Gorgeous. "Suck it outta me. Lemme get your chin wet."

Swiss throbs from head to toe, he swears it. With a mighty groan he readjusts, tosses skinny legs over his shoulders, and digs his fingers into bony hips. He'll leave bruises in the pattern of his fingertips, and neither of them will mind. Especially not when Dew stretches tomorrow, when his shirt raises and exposes those marks to anyone that cares to look. The thought has Swiss shivering already, a thrill shooting through him and a copious blurt of pre soaking into his already stained shorts.

"Oh, sweet boy," he says, hitching Dew's hips up, "I want you to fuckin' drown me."

Swiss wraps his lips around Dew's fat little clit, swirls his tongue, and everything that isn't Dewdrop fades away.

Swiss hopes it never comes back.

#shoutout to all the people interacting with my old ficlets #theres some real gems here lmao #miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #swiss/dew #swiss x dew #transmasc dewdrop

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miasmaghoul · 18 hours

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Hey comet I really really love your writing and had a little request if you don’t mind please.

Would you ever write anything about Dew squirting or something along those lines? Like maybe because he used to be a water ghoul he still has that sort of….. liquid (?) don’t know how to phrase this anyways thank you and also sorry and also love your writing <3

Slick. Hyperspermia. Dewdrop. Please, never apologize for wet ghouls. We like our ghouls wet and sloppy in this house.

Of all of the things Dew retained from his water ghoul days—this is Aether’s favorite. Aether watches as Dew strokes himself in time with Aether’s thrusts. A spurt of precum rolls down the flushed head of Dew’s cock, over his bony fingers. Dew’s head tips back into pillow.

Aether pushes Dew’s knees further apart, deeper, spreads him open a little wider as he works into him. He’s so wet. Cock leaking copiously, slick pooling in the space where Aether’s thighs meet his. Aether looks down to watch the spot where he’s pistoning in and out of Dew and swears he can see him get wetter with each thrust.

Dew shudders. He has his own knuckles shoved into his mouth as he works himself over. He’s a mess, leaking all over himself, the sheets. There’s a string of pre connecting Dew’s belly to the head of his cock. Aether can’t take his eyes away. He watches the way Dew’s wrist twists over the head. Dew flexes his hips up into his own hand. The motion drags Aether’s cock against something that makes Dew keen around his knuckles.

It's a marvel. Aether doesn’t know where all of this liquid comes from. Neither of them can figure out why this is the thing he retained. But Aether doesn’t question it. Just thanks whatever dark power made it happen.

Aether knocks Dew’s hand away, wrapping his fingers around that slick length. Dew wipes his slick hand on his own chest before he throws his arm over his eyes. Aether can’t see much of his face anymore, blocked by the fist pressed into his mouth and the forearm over his eyes. But he can see the delicate flush blooming on his cheekbones.

He can feel every twitch of Dew’s body as he strokes him. Thumbing over the head to collect the pre before dropping down to rub against the sensitive spot under the head. Dew’s moans are muffled. He rocks his hips into Aether’s hand. Trying to figure out how to grind down and still fuck his cock into Aether’s fist at the same time.

Aether’s been missing on purpose. Dragging all of this out for as long as possible. He likes when Dew gets like this, sloppy, and boneless. Aether hooks Dew's knee over his arm, folding Dew over, pressing that knee up by one of Dew's flushed ears.

Dew rips his fist out of his mouth to plant his palm on Aether's chest. He pulls his other arm away from his eyes in lieu of putting his hand on the back Aether's neck, digging his fingers into the muscle there. He drags Aether closer--or tries to. Until their foreheads touch. Dew's mouth drops open when the new angle allowed Aether to reach deeper inside of him. Aether keeps his eyes on Dew's, watching the way his pupils get impossibly wider as Aether starts to drag the head of his cock over Dew's prostate with every pinpointed thrust.

"Oh--Aeth, oh no. Please--" Dew whispers into the space between them breath harsh.

"C'mon Dew, come on. I wanna see how wet you can get for me." Dew chokes, his eyes snap closed. Aether tightens his grip and Dew keens. Dew's hips move on their own accord, chasing the stimulation they need as Aether focuses on driving him up and over the edge.

"I'm gonna--oh fuck--cum. I'm gonna fucking cum."

"Yeah. Do it. Paint my fingers. Squirt all over my cock," Aether pants into the space.

A second later, Dew does just that. Back bowing off the bed, eyes and mouth rocketing open as all of the breath leaves him. He spills hot all over Aether's fingers, his chest. It's so much, it's always so much.

There's a rush of liquid over Aether's cock, spilling from the space between them, blood hot, onto Aether's thighs and the bed. Aether can't hold on any longer. The tight clench of Dew's body paired with the scalding rush of slick over his balls sending him spiraling into his own orgasm. He hilts himself as deep as he can. Dew's fingers dig painfully into his chest as Aether pulses and empties himself inside of him. Aether brings his messy hand up to Dew's cheek. He smears cum across Dew's perpetually pink skin, and over his trembling lips. "You always make such a mess, Firefly." Dew doesn't dignify him with a response. Instead, his tongue darts out to lick at the mess smeared over his lips. He opens his mouth as an invitation for Aether's fingers. And who is Aether to deny him?

#SCREECHING SOBBING CUMMING DYING #god comet this one F U C K S

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miasmaghoul · 18 hours

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reblog to give somebody a fucking hug because we are all struggling to get through it. solidarity in this tough ass world.

#🫂

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miasmaghoul · 18 hours

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Please reblog/reply with where and why! I'm curious :)

#black marsh pls #let me become a lusty argonian

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miasmaghoul · 1 day

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Need to see Swiss’ tits in this immediately

#AH FUCJ

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miasmaghoul · 1 day

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do you have a design for phantom/aeon???????? happy your back btw we luv youuuuuuuuuuuu <3

uhhhhhmm.... I hope this is acceptable? It's my first crack at him but here he be!

I've been much better! I hope that shows in my art too haha.

#CUTIE

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miasmaghoul · 1 day

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A Short(s) Story

I have no excuse for this but, uh.

Have a smut fic about Swiss enjoying Aether in the ghooty shorts.

For @gayrickgrimes and @st-danger specifically.

Enjoy, ya heathens.

"What're we here for again?" Aether's voice calls from a few rows away, echoing against the tall metal walls of the warehouse.

"Pins," Swiss answers, crouching to read an upside-down label. More paint-a-Papa kits. Of course. He sighs and stands as he hears Aether's boots thudding closer against the concrete floor. "Grucifix pins, Cirrus said. Any luck?"

"No, just shirts over this way," he says, "and, uh." Aether holds up what looks like could be a shirt - it's definitely fabric - but Swiss can't think of a single design that uses that particular shade of garish pink. It's practically blinding. "These." Aether spreads the thing between his hands and Swiss snorts so hard it hurts.

It's a pair of shorts. Short shorts. Booty shorts, even. Black with accents in that vile highlighter-esque pink. Stripes down the sides and around the legs. The grucifix is printed on the left leg and Swiss is about to comment on it when Aether flips the garment. Swiss is nearly blinded by the massive pink and white Ghost logo printed right across the ass. The two of them burst into raucous laughter, Swiss nursing a stitch in his side and Aether wiping away tears.

"What the fuck are those?" Swiss forces out between peals of laughter, grinning so hard his cheeks hurt.

"No idea, but there's two crates of 'em," Aether manages after a moment, wiggling the shorts. Swiss's giggles die down as he watches Aether stretch the waistband. "The things are stupid tiny. These ones should fit me and they look little enough for Dew." He holds them up to his waist, stretches them against his belly and Swiss's stomach falls to his feet. "These would never fit me."

"Oh, I uh -" Swiss's mouth is so dry, "I dunno about that." He gives a cartoonish tug to his collar as he watches the elastic press into Aether's stomach and thighs. Aether turns and Swiss gets the overwhelming mental image of Aether's fat ass stretching those shorts to bursting stuck in his head. "Think they'd be just your size, Aeth."

"What a bizarre choice," Aether says, but Swiss sees the pink creeping into his cheeks, into the tips of his ears. He tosses the shorts to the side and shakes his head. "Let's keep looking I guess." Swiss nods and turns to walk down the aisle, unsubtly adjusting himself on the way. The thought of Aether's ass in those shorts is burned into his retinas and has him chubbing up fast, chuckling under his breath.

They search for another hour before finding the needed pins, counting them for Cirrus's inventory sheet. It's late in the day before they return to the abbey proper, the sun low in the midwinter sky, and by the time Swiss is kicking his feet up in the common room with a glass of something strong and dark in his hand he's forgotten about the shorts entirely. Aether disappears to his chambers, but Swiss is soon joined by Mountain and Cumulus, striking up casual conversation.

An hour passes, maybe two, and Mountain is making dinner. Swiss watches him pluck a sprig of some herb from the base of his horns with a smile. The air is fragrant, thick with onion and sage from whatever he's making. Swiss is at the counter now, fiddling with a salt shaker. Cumulus pops up behind him asking about the warehouse and Swiss remembers that he left the inventory sheet with Aether. He trots down the hall to the other ghoul's chambers and opens the door as he knocks, more a habit than an announcement.

"Hey Aeth, do you - " Swiss chokes on his words as he sees Aether, the other ghoul frozen in place. "Oh."

Aether is standing in front of his full-length mirror in just a pair of those fucking shorts, and Swiss is hit with a jolt of arousal so strong he feels like his dick might explode. He scurries into the room and locks the door behind him, turning to find Aether beet red and trying to find something to cover up with. He settles on his discarded shirt, but it's too late. Swiss has already memorized the press of the elastic into the softness of his belly. The way they stretch and dimple into his thick thighs. The way - fuck - the way they're pulled so tight around that incredible ass that his cheeks poke out the leg holes.

"Shit," Aether mutters, shy, holding his shirt in front of his very obvious bulge. "I uh- Swiss - I don't -"

"I was right," Swiss rasps, dizzy, "those are just your size."

Aether frowns at Swiss as he stalks over, reaching out to pull away the shirt, moving to stand behind Aether. Looking at him it that long mirror. Aether lets him and Swiss groans, palming himself greedily. He reaches out and caresses the places squeezed by the shorts - the dip in Aether's belly, back over the softest bit of his love handles, coming to rest on the swell of his ass. Aether stares at him unblinking in the mirror, but his eyes are hooded.

"You think?"

"Oh yeah," Swiss murmurs, cupping a cheek in each hand. His fingertips sink into warm skin, the legs stretched beyond reason and exposing entirely too much ass. "Yeah, they look fantastic, don't you think?"

He squeezes firm flesh in one hand and snakes the other over Aether's hip. Swiss runs his fingers along the dent the shorts make in Aether's thigh, gliding them across the soft fabric until Swiss is cupping and groping him. Aether's head falls back onto his shoulder with a groan, eyes fixed on Swiss's hand in the mirror. Swiss can tell, despite the fact that his gaze is stuck there too.

"You see yourself from the back yet?" Swiss feels him throb in his hand as Aether huffs against hit throat, nodding.

"Yeah, yeah," he breathes, kissing Swiss's neck as that large hand starts to stroke. "But I like this view."

"I dunno," Swiss says, pulling away despite Aether's grunt of protest. He turns the other ghoul to the side, running a hand over the curve of his ass. They both watch the way the fabric shifts beneath his fingers. "I think this one is pretty fuckin' fantastic."

Swiss raises his hand and gives Aether's ass a sharp slap, groaning at the way the force makes his whole body jiggle deliciously. Aether yelps in surprise as Swiss repeats, and repeats, gripping a cheek after the last hit and giving it a shake.

"Look how fuckin' pretty you look," he breaths into Aether's ear, dragging his tongue over the shell. He can feel Aether shaking and Swiss shifts to rub his rapidly fattening dick against his hip, smiling as Aether groans at the feeling.

"Yeah," he sighs, hissing when Swiss's other hand moves back to his cock.

"This ass doesn't get enough attention," Swiss mutters, dipping his tongue into Aether's ear to hear the sweet little sound he makes in response. "Gonna fix that." Swiss moves his hand to dip into the too-tight waistband of the shorts, between his plush cheeks to rub at his twitching hole. Aether makes a choked sound in the back of his throat when Swiss presses just the tip of his finger inside, pulling back too soon to rub him again.

"Yeah?" Aether's voice is thick and low, starting to slur. His cock throbs in Swiss's grip. "How're you gonna do that?" He rocks back against Swiss's hand and the other ghoul chuckles.

"You'll see."

Swiss kisses his cheek and Aether is being moved before he knows it. Swiss bullies him to the other side of the bed with groping hands. Petting his hole and his cock in time, drawing these breathy, feminine sounds from the other ghoul that are so wonderful Swiss feels himself starting to leak. He catches Aether is a fast kiss, filthy and wet and all tongue before bending him oven the bed and gripping his hair. Swiss moves his head until Aether is staring into his own eyes in the mirror.

"Swiss, what - " Aether cuts himself off with a gasp as Swiss tugs the shorts over the meat of his ass. Swiss groans at the way the elastic digs in, as how he has to tug twice more to get them over the thickest point.

"Fuck, you're keepin' these, Aeth." Swiss rucks them down to the middles of Aether's already quivering thighs. He spreads Aether's legs, watching the fabric press into his skin. Swiss kneels and spreads him open, blowing a warm stream of air over his pretty pink rim. Aether shivers, still staring into the mirror.

"Swiss - "

"Gonna eat you out," Swiss informs him, kneeling up to meet Aether's reflection. "And you're gonna see how pretty you look while I do."

Aether's eyes roll back as Swiss reaches around and gets a grip on his fat little dick. Swiss loves Aether's size - just long enough to fill his palm, but thick enough to make his jaw ache. Aether arches into his grip with a tight moan, watching how his own eyelids flutter as Swiss gives him a slow stroke.

"Keep your eyes open, sweetheart," Swiss croons, dragging his other hand down Aether's spine. "I promise you'll love what you see." Aether groans as Swiss sinks back to his knees, spreading him again, the hand on his cock slow and steady.

Normally Swiss does this with Aether on his back, knees hitched up and open so Swiss could watch him. Could take in every eye roll, every furrow of his brow, every bit of drool that dripped from his tongue, perpetually lolling out of his mouth. Aether deserves to see this time.

Swiss drags the flat of his tongue in a wet, filthy stripe from Aether's balls, up and past his hole and Aether lets out a reedy cry. Swiss closes his eyes - he can see Aether's expression behind his eyelids as he swirls the tip around his rim. His brows would be knit, his soft lower lip caught in his fangs. There would be a heavy blush on his cheeks, spreading slowly to his chest. Swiss laps at him, twists his wrist over Aether's slick, pink head and the other ghoul cries out.

"Oh, fuck," Aether wheezes, throbbing in Swiss's hand, "fuck, oh no...Swiss, you - nngh - can't watch, gonna - ah!" Aether starts rocking his hips into Swiss's hand as Swiss presses his tongue beyond his tight rim, working him open with practiced ease. "Swiss, no, you - fuck, I'm gonna cum so quick, I -" The words stick in his throat as Swiss swirls that talented muscle, pressing as deep as he can. He draws the tip back and forth and Aether sounds close to tears.

Swiss stiffens his tongue and starts bobbing his head, fucking Aether's quivering hole with his mouth. Aether is spewing sin above him, his cock twitching and leaking pre over Swiss's skilled fingers. He tightens his grip just so, the pad of his thumb rubbing over the sensitive spot under the head, stroking in time with presses of his tongue.

In no time at all Aether's thighs are shaking against Swiss's shoulders, and Swiss quickens the pace. He relaxes his tongue and licks deep inside instead. He twists his hand over the head and Aether sobs, throbbing harder. Swiss moves immediately, unable to resist. He pulls back with a wet pop, spitting on Aether's hole for good measure.

Swiss quickly frees his own cock, sticky and flagging from lack of attention but rock hard and twitching after a handful of messy strokes. He's not lasting long either. He slots his aching length between Aether's cheeks and starts rocking his hips in time with his hand. His spit slicks each thrust and a spurt of pre drips onto Aether's back. Swiss grunts, giving Aether's ass a sideways slap and grinning at the way it shakes. He leans up and laces his fingers into Aether's thick hair, pressing a kiss to the center of his back. His other hand works in tight swirls, Aether's cock weeping all over the both of them.

"See how gorgeous you look?" Swiss pants, catching Aether's glazed eyes in the mirror. They're blown and unfocused, fucked out and empty. His mouth is hanging open, a string of saliva dripping from his chin. Of course his tongue is out, Swiss knew it would be, but the sight still makes him stroke faster, makes him rut a little more jerkily against Aether's hole. Aether's claws are biting into the mattress, and he hardens impossibly in Swiss's hand when he says, "Love you like this."

"Oh no, oh fuck, I'm - can't watch, fuck - " Aether cries out, but Swiss's grip is firm. He doesn't try to move anyway. Swiss groans, watching the way Aether's face contorts, beautifully pained. He shifts his grip on a whim, moving to stroke Aether downwards.

"Yeah, c'mon, cum for me Aeth," Swiss groans, "give it to me, it's mine." Aether chokes on a sob as Swiss thumbs over the head and then he's cumming silently, eyes fixed on his own reflection as his mouth hangs open and the veins in his forehead stick out.

Swiss misses it, staring down to watch the way Aether's blows his load in thick spurts over the stretched out shorts instead. Swiss curses between clenched teeth once Aether starts twitching from oversensitivity, bringing both hands to grip his cheeks and pressing them around his drooling cock. He makes it through another handful of uneven thrusts before he's spilling hot over Aether's lower back with a rasped cry of his name.

Swiss leans over and rests his forehead between Aether's shoulder blades while they both come back down, callused fingers rubbing up and down Aether's sides.

"Fuck," Aether slurs, "always forget how good you are at that."

"Nah," Swiss says with a chuckle, kissing the back of Aether's neck before pushing himself down, "your face does that to me too." He winks at Aether in the mirror before leaning down to run his tongue through his own mess. Aether giggles, says it's ticklish, and Swiss walks his fingers up his sides to watch Aether squirm. He stands once he's finished cleaning up, tucking himself back into his pants.

Aether stands and rolls his shoulders, making a disgusted noise at the back of his throat when he looks down and sees what Swiss did. His smile betrays him.

"You really do like the shorts, huh?" He moves to shimmy them off but Swiss catches his wrist. Aether fixes him with a raised eyebrow. "What?"

"Keep 'em on," Swiss says with a wink, leaning in to lick a bead of sweat from Aether's temple. The other ghoul snorts.

"Don't be gross, Swiss." But Swiss doesn't let him go, catching him in a deep kiss instead. Aether groans at the taste of himself and Swiss mingling together on his tongue, gripping the other ghoul's shirt. Swiss pulls back with a lazy smirk.

"Wanna be able to look at you and know you're filthy 'cause of me," he purrs, and Aether sputters. "Wear 'em under your pants. They're tighter than your boxers anyway." He leans to whisper in Aether's ear, low and filthy, "Maybe later I'll pull 'em down again and make you cry."

Aether sits on the bed with loose nod, staring up at Swiss with wide eyes. Swiss kisses him on the open mouth, striding for the door. Aether is bright red, but pulling up his shorts anyway and Swiss has to look away before he tackles the other ghoul and fucks him into the floor.

"See you at dinner," he says with another wink. "I want everyone to smell what I did to you."

Aether whines and Swiss laughs, heading back to the common room with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, images of Aether's ass in those shorts swimming through his mind.

He'll have to get a picture next time.

#hey remeber when i put aether in the ghorts #miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul #swiss/aether

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