Mushy May Day 14: Sex Turning Into Making Love
these boys infiltrated my brain on my drive home today, so dewther it is
Pairings: Aether/Dew
Words: 1081
“Lucifer, look at you, so fucking small,” Aether pants. He’s got his strong hands pressing Dew’s hips into the mattress, thumbs meeting just below his belly button, fucking hard into his tight, abused hole. Dew’s dick bounces with each thrust, precum smearing messily over his stomach and Aether’s fingers. “Bet you could just—” The quintessence ghoul grabs the hand that’s twisting into the sheets, placing it palm down over Dew’s own lower belly. Both of them groan at the little pressure he applies. It’s just enough to:
“Feel you,” Dew breathes. “Fuck I can feel it right—” Aether thrusts hard and deep, the end of his sentence cutting off with a garbled whine.
“Yeah, right there, oh right fucking there, huh?” The quintessence ghoul slips his hands under the small of Dew’s back, forcing it to arch as he all but pulls him on and off his cock. If he didn’t feel small before, he certainly does now, flung around by his mate like it’s nothing.
“F-fuck, Aether,” he moans. “Put me in your lap, wanna ride you.”
Aether pulls out and scoops up the little ghoul, hugging him close and shuffling to rest against the headboard. Dew slots his knees on either side of Aether’s hips, sitting on the tops of his thighs so their cocks lie next to each other. Aether groans and wraps a hand around them both, stroking lightly.
The fire ghoul gasps and looks up at him through long lashes. “Kiss me?” he asks, voice almost demure. Aether pulls him in by the back of his neck, nipping his bottom lip before licking hungrily into Dew’s mouth. Dew melts into it, rutting greedily into Aether’s hand and pawing at his chest.
Aether growls and drops both his hands to Dew’s ass. He lifts him up and spreads his cheeks, dipping a calloused finger past his rim. Dew can’t help but keen.
“So open for me—wanna stretch your little hole over my fat knot,” he breathes against Dew’s mouth. The fire ghoul whines again, pressing down onto his finger.
“Please, fuck please.”
Aether lines up the wide head of his cock and drops him onto it. He sinks all the way down with a choked-off moan, staring wide-eyed at Aether’s face, who’s looking down at where they’re joined with an open mouth. He drags his hands up to Dew’s waist, his touch suddenly soft and reverent.
“Dew,” he whispers, eyes finally tracking up to meet the little ghoul’s gaze. There’s pieces of golden hair falling in his face, tinged silver by the halo of moonlight around his head. It contrasts the coppery glow of his irises, barely visible by how wide his pupils are blown. His cheeks are flushed, lips pink and shiny. Dew’s fingers flex where they’re still perched on Aether’s pecs, his little chest heaving with each ragged breath. He looks so:
“Beautiful,” Aether murmurs, brushing away a strand of hair back behind his horns. “Fuck, fire lily, look at you . . .”
That blush creeps further down his face, bleeding onto his neck. “Will you hold me?” It’s not a common request, but it makes Aether’s heart swell anytime he asks.
“Of course,” he sighs, wrapping his arms around Dew and pulling him close, tucking his nose into that sweet smoky scent in the crook of his neck. Dew wraps his arms around his neck, his thighs tightening against Aether’s hips. The quintessence ghoul groans and his hips twitch up of their own accord, grinding his dick further into Dew’s ass.
“Feels s’ good, Aethe,” Dew gasps. He mouths over his ear and clings on tighter to his shoulders.
“So good,” Aether echos. He lifts Dew a little further up his cock, making room to thrust lazily into him. “Fuck, Dew, how do you feel so good.” The last word comes out as a broken gasp, matched in emotion by Dew’s near sob at the head of Aether’s cock dragging over his prostate.
“Dunno,” he says dumbly, “just—fuck keep going, just like that.”
“Anything, anything you want.” Aether’s helpless to the change in emotion. Sure, Dew’s just as small in his arms like this, pink hole stretched tight around his cock which is quickly fattening at the base. He could easily pin the little ghoul to his chest and fuck into him with abandon; or, manually bounce him up and down his length just by gripping his hips. But the way Dew simply arches into him, kisses sweetly over the shell of his ear and the edge of his jaw, gasps each time the head of his dick brushes against the soft roll of Aether’s stomach—it’s enough to turn him sappy.
“Can feel your knot,” Dew gasps after a few minutes of languid, measured rutting.
“Uh huh,” Aether moans, pressing the knot more firmly against his ass, holding pressure.
“Touch me when you put it in, wanna cum with you.”
“Oh Satanas, Dew, now, gonna pop it now, fuck, help me get it in, need you to—” Aether pushes down on his hips, feeling the bulb give slightly and sink further in.
“That’s it, it’s gonna—”
“Yeah—”
“Aether, touch me, please it’s gonna—” Dew reaches back to pull on his rim, stretching himself just that little bit more until Aether sinks all the way in with a pained gasp.
“Oh oh oh, Dew please please,” Aether babbles, fumbling to get a hand on the smaller ghoul.
Dew whines as he strokes him loose and fast, coating his length with the precum that had been steadily running down the underside.
“So tight, I can’t, ‘m gonna cum,” Aether cries.
“Me too, oh fuck, make me cum, Aethe, make me yours.”
“Mine, all mine, shit.” Dew digs his claws into Aether’s shoulders, and the little pinpricks of pain send him over the edge, shuddering and groaning as he cums deep in Dew’s ass.
“Yesyesyesyes,” Dew chants, gasping when he starts shooting over Aether’s fist and onto his stomach.
“So perfect, you’re so fucking perfect.” They’re both breathless, holding each other close and panting into fevered flesh. Dew hiccups with each aftershock, burning his face further into Aether’s heavy ozone-laden scent with each spasm.
“Lucifer, Aether,” Dew breathes after a full minute, pulling back to look dazedly at him. He doesn’t say it outright, but the quintessence ghoul knows what he means to say.
“I love you too, so fucking much.” The kiss they share only serves to solidify the sentiment—slow and passionate, clinging to each other as if just not close enough.
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