Scenario for you: Voyeur Swiss (shadow Swiss too, if you like) standing in the dark corner of a room--unseen (or at least he thinks he is) watching Dew and Aurora. A little jealous. Mostly just so hard he can barely see. And Aurora keeps looking his way, right at him, as she rides Dew for all he's worth. But the eye contact is just a coincidence. Right? RIGHT!?
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HATE | No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | F*CK yes | Oh god you don鈥檛 even know |
But...what if Dew knows he's there? Swiss has done the shadow voyeur thing to him plenty, and he can sense it now. Like static hanging in the air. Easy to miss if you aren't looking for it, and Aurora definitely isn't looking for it. Surely the glint of gold she catches is just an odd reflection - firelight bouncing off Dew's window, or something equally innocuous. Surely she shouldn't be suspicious of the way Dew makes sure she's always facing the corner between his armoire and bathroom door. Surely she shouldn't question why Dew is suddenly so much more vocal than usual, almost like he's performing for someone...
Nah, must just be a coincidence.
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Could you please tell me, a fool, how Mountain loves to spend long afternoons with his head in between a certain water ghouls thighs? He'd happily drown there, happily take his last breath if it meant hearing that pretty siren song.
Ah yes, I can definitely tell you exactly how that goes. It would be my pleasure.
Trans!Rain: cunt, clit, dick. Used for his anatomy.
Beneath the salt musk, Rain tastes like clear, cool water. Mountain could live off of him. Ambrosia. All the water he's ever needed. Found between Rain's thighs.
He takes his time. Kitten licks over his swollen clit. Sucking blood flushed lips into his mouth to feel their softness against his tongue. Burying his nose into the trimmed curls just above where Rain's little dick juts out. Inhaling deep.
He'd stay here forever if he could. Lost in slick skin. Tongue dipping in. Dragging along ridges there. Licking as deep as he can. Listening to Rain gasp as he presses that unholy tongue to the spot that always makes Rain squirm.
Mountain loses track of time. Of the world beyond this room. This bed. Rain's knees tossed over his shoulders. One big hand wrapped around a thigh. Thumb rubbing circles over quivering muscle as he listens to his own blood pound in his ears, and beyond that, Rain. Whining as Mountain feasts. Breath hitching. Hips rolling against Mountain's mouth as Mountain fucks his tongue deeper into Rain and Rain grinds his dick over the proud slope of Mountain's nose.
Mountain lives for these afternoons. Early fall. The window thrown open. Breeze smelling like dying leaves. Rain's voice carrying across the grounds as he slips his fingers into Mountain's auburn waves and pulls. Holds on. Slicks Mountain's face as he chases his orgasm.
Mountain doesn't know what number this is. Lost count a while ago. Before the autumn sun started to set and dye the room amber.
Mountain replaces his tongue with two fingers fingers. Pressing up against the front wall, and Rain keens. Mountain risks a glance at him. At the lithe line of his body arched into Mountain's bed. Dark curls, sweat damp and everywhere. Cerulean eyes clamped shut. Mountain watches his gills flex and shudder. Wants to touch. Wants to drag his fingers over them, and then over the silvery scars under his pecs.
Wants to tell Rain how beautiful he is. But he has more important things to do with his mouth.
He sucks Rain's clit into his mouth. Laves his tongue over the head. Groans when Rain clenches down on his fingers. When his dick kicks on Mountain's tongue.
"Give it to me," Mountain says. Pulling back just far enough to talk. Unwinding his hand from Rains thigh to drag his fingers over his clit. Pulling the hood back. Lips ghosting over the tip as he speaks.
"Please, Rain. I'm so thirsty."
Rain's breath catches. The fingers in Mountains hair gentle. Caress over his horns. His scalp. They shake just like Rain's thighs.
It doesn't take much more, it never does. Mountain鈥檚 tongue flicking over Rain鈥檚 dick. His fingers fucking in and out. And Rain is gone. Moaning loud enough that Mountain knows everyone outside hears him. Breath catching. Slick gushing out into Mountain's palm, onto his tongue.
He laps it up. Licks his hand clean as he pulls it from the twitching clutch of Rain's cunt. Mountian kisses the inside of Rain's thighs. Catching every last drop.
Rain peers at him though slitted sky blue eyes. Panting. Sweat shining at his temples. Cheeks flushed.
"Still thirsty?" He asks, voice rasping.
Mountain smiles against the soft skin of Rains thighs. "Parched."
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