#im so obsessed with this picture saint wth

[miasmaghoul]

Can you possibly tell me, an ignorant fool, how badly Dew wants to be rubbing his face all over it?

you fucking KNOW i can

Dew knows he's staring.

Hell, how could he not be?

He can't imagine what caused it in the middle of a ritual, but Aether is definitely chubbed up for all the world to see. Dew can't take his eyes off the thick outline of him as they move to take their final bows. He can smell the other ghoul from here, arousal and adrenaline in equal parts. It's making his mouth water, making his own dick twitch to life against his thigh, and as he watches Aether disappear backstage Dew is helpless but to follow.

The path is narrow and crowded, packed with techs and event staff. Someone says his name but Dew pays it no mind, focused only on the back of Aether's helmet in the distance. He's in a rush and moving quick, but the crush of bodies doesn't allow Dew such ease of movement. He snarls as he's forced to maneuver instead of hurry, moving with single-minded purpose.

Dew feels out of his mind by the time he bangs his way into the dressing room minutes later, hard and leaking into his boxers as he tastes Aether on the air. Aether freezes when Dew enters, but the little ghoul is too busy yanking off his helmet and balaclava to notice. He's panting, eyes wild and fixed on the other ghoul's obvious bulge - Aether has taken off his helmet, jacket and boots, but everything else is still in place.

"Hey Dew," Aether gives the little ghoul a smirk, tracking his gaze downward. "See something you like?"

Dew is across the room before the words are out, dropping to his knees and shoving his face directly into Aether's crotch. He rubs against it like a cat trying to scent, nuzzling the rigid curve of his cock through sweat-damp fabric. Aether's hand lands at the back of his head as Dew takes a deep breath, exhaling with a tight groan. Aether smells like salt and musk and the air during a lightning storm. Intoxicating. He digs bony fingers into meaty thighs as he starts to drool, mouthing over the pronounced ridge of the head.

"Someone's needy tonight," Aether murmurs, but he's already breathing faster. He grips the base of Dew's ponytail while the little ghoul slobbers all over him, soaking his uniform pants as he sucks at the tip through rough denim. "Fuck, Dew," he groans, grinding against that hot mouth, "shit, that's good."

Dew moans as Aether uses his face, working his tongue over the shaft while shaky fingers work to unfasten the other ghoul's pants. He needs to taste him at the source, needs to bathe in that sinful scent until he's saturated in it. Dew yanks Aether's pants and boxers down to his ankles in one quick tug, entranced by the way that thick cock hangs dusky and heavy between his legs. Dew leans back in to press his nose into coarse curls, inhaling slow and deep.

"So good," he huffs, laving at the base. His taste is so much stronger like this, rich and beautifully masculine. He stares up at Aether and finds his eyes blown black and heavy lidded, fangs digging into his lower lip. Dew sits back on his heels, licking his lips as he watches it sway. "So fuckin' good."

Dew spits in his palms and wraps both hands around it - he has to, even his long fingers don't meet around Aether's girth. Aether moans deep in his chest when Dew leans in to stretch his lips around the fat head, lapping at the already sticky slit.

"Your fucking mouth," Aether bites out, hissing as Dew licks at the underside, hands working what he isn't sucking. He bobs his head fast and shallow, and Dew immediately loses himself in the stream of filth flowing from Aether's normally kind lips. He's so fucking hard, throbbing with every pass of Dew's tongue. "Suck it, suck it, just like that, fuck Dew."

Dew moans around him as a spurt of pre coats his tongue, and Aether catches himself on the little ghoul's shoulders when his knees threaten to buckle. His thighs are already starting to tremble, and it's painfully apparent that Aether needs this as badly as he does. His own cock presses firm against his zipper, and Dew sacrifices his two-handed grip to relieve the pressure there. He's slick in his own hand, hot and pulsing in time with his racing heart.

"Can't help yourself, huh?" Aether's shaky words have Dew glancing up as he hollows his cheeks, and the noise the other ghoul makes when their eyes meet has him shuddering. "You look so good like that," Aether breathes, starting to give shallow thrusts that have Dew's eyes rolling back in his head. "Stuffed full of me with a hand on that hard little dick." Dew can tell he's fighting to keep composure, and the desperation undercutting the words is enough to ratchet him closer.

He's determined not to fall apart first, but Aether's taste is so strong on his tongue, so stuck in his nose, that Dew can't help but want more. He moves his other hand to fondle Aether's balls, breathing steady through his nose as he sinks down the length of him. Aether chokes out a wonderfully pained sound as Dew takes him in, not stopping until his nose is pressed into the softness of the other ghoul's belly. Aether's hands grip tighter at the little ghoul's shoulders when Dew swallows.

Aether says something, but Dew misses it. He's too caught up in breathing in that heady scent, in the way Aether fills his mouth and senses so completely. Utterly lost in the way his jaw is already starting to get sore with the stretch and the wet sound of his hand flying over his own aching cock. It's so good, too good, and when Aether grips his ponytail and pulls out of his mouth with a wet pop Dew whimpers.

"Give it back," he whines, trying to chase, but Aether is already hauling him to his feet. Shoving him back against the wall. Dew opens his mouth to protest further, but then Aether is crushing their lips together and the words die in his throat.

It's a filthy kiss, all fangs and tongues and rasping moans. Aether tastes incredible - like sweat, menthol and grease paint. He brackets Dew with one arm, the other reaching down to bat Dew's hand away from where he's still abusing himself. Aether presses closer, grinds his spit-slick length against Dew's own cock until the little ghoul is gasping into his mouth. Aether takes them both in one large hand and Dew lets his head thud back against the wall, fists white-knuckled in Aether's shirt.

"Aeth- Aeth, fuck," he pants, letting out a reedy whimper when Aether latches on to his throat, sucking at sensitive skin. Dew cries out when those rough fingers twist over their heads. Aether huffs against him.

"What's gotten into you tonight, firefly?" The words are spoken between passes of Aether's tongue over his throat. His voice is thready and affected, shooting straight down Dew's spine.

"You were the one that - oh shit, fuck - that got hard on stage," he spits, gasping when Aether's hand speeds up. He bucks up into each stroke, the drag of his dick against Aether's rigid shaft impossible to resist. "What, you get flashed or somethin'?" To his surprise, Aether lets out a soft chuckle. He follows it with a nip to Dew's earlobe that has him shivering. "Seriously? Must've been some - ah - nice tits."

"They were," Aether huffs, "but it wasn't the tits." Dew feels the way Aether throbs against him as the other ghoul moves to press their foreheads together.

"No?" Dew flicks his tongue at Aether's lip, just barely grazing it. He can feel how close they both are. "Then what?" Dew can't stop the snap of his hips into the other ghoul's skilled hand. Even still, he wishes his face was buried in Aether's crotch for this. At least he does until Aether's lips drift over his as he says,

"She had your rings."

It hits Dew like a bus, Aether swallowing down his choked cries of shocked pleasure. Dew's whole body spasms as he shoots hard and heavy over Aether's cock and fingers, his shoulders curling and stomach clenching with each stab of sensation. Aether is right behind him, strokes lubed by Dew's mess as he spills in thick ropes over the both of them with a low growl. He milks them until they both start twitching, catching Dew in a much more languid kiss.

"Did you really get that fucked up over nipple piercings that weren't even mine?" Dew chuckles through the words as they come down, still pleasantly floaty. Aether snorts out a laugh, pulling back to fix him with a raised eyebrow.

"Did you really almost cream your jeans just from smelling me?" Dew rolls his eyes, but he can feel his ears going pink. Aether laughs again. "That's what I thought."

The other ghoul pecks him on the cheek before stepping back. He steps out of his pants and picks up his boxers, using them to wipe up the mess on his hand and both of their still-sensitive lengths. Dew hisses as he tucks himself away, but he can't take his eyes off those boxers. He can smell them from here. He misses Aether's knowing smirk.

"You're drooling," he comments, and Dew jolts. He meets the other ghoul's amused gaze, Aether reaching out to grip his jaw. "Let me help with that."

Aether shoves his dirty boxers into Dew's open mouth, and the little ghoul is hit by of wave of that scent so intense that his legs go out from under him. He stares up at Aether from his new place on the floor, head spinning and dick already filling back out. The other ghoul grins.

"Gonna gag you with those later," he says with a wink. "I think you've earned it."

Dew nods. He thinks so too.

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #im so high you guys #have some scent kink to celebrate #im so obsessed with this picture saint wth