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It’s a miracle either of them make it to the hotel without a hand down each other’s pants. Dew thinks about it in the cab ride there, lithe fingers trailing along the inner thigh of the leg Swiss is bouncing impatiently. Swiss stills his leg and tips his head back, looking at him lazily. It’s an invitation, one that Dew doesn’t take. He simply slides his hand away and across the seat, back into his own lap with a smirk.
Swiss is thankful the cab ride takes less than ten minutes. If it had taken longer, he probably would have caught Dew’s hand with a deathgrip and shoved it down his pants himself. But they’re stumbling up the short flight of stairs before either of them can come close to being arrested for indecent exposure.
Swiss’ ears are buzzing from the sudden silence, still somehow full of the echoes of clumsy bar patrons, too-loud music, and clinking glasses. He stands in the middle of the equally dingy hotel room and just breathes , swaying slightly on jelly-like legs. Dew closes the door behind them—softly, thank the Lord below—and shucks his shoes and jacket.
“You good there, big guy?” Swiss hears his back hit the door, his slim body no doubt emanating smugness as he leans against it. The multi ghoul rolls his neck, groaning at the crackles and pops in earns him. He turns around to face Dew, rebuttal dying in his throat when he sees his reflection staring back at him over the little ghoul’s unglamoured horns.
“Oh,” he chuckles, starting a slow strut towards Dew. “I’m more than good.” Dew’s face screws up in amused confusion, realizing as Swiss inches closer that he isn’t looking at him, he’s looking above him, at the space above his head.
“What’re you—” Dew starts, pushing off the door and glancing behind him. His face falls, the expression of surprise quickly replaced with lidded eyes full of desire and interest.
“Hey, spitfire.” Swiss’ voice is suddenly millimeters from his ear. Dew whips his head back to find the multi ghoul looming over him, already closing the distance between their bodies. His eyes sparkle dangerously, darkened by the half-drop of glamour. “Gonna make me look pretty?”
“Fuck,” Dew breathes, cock already twitching with interest.
“Gonna let me get that dick in my mouth, wrap my lips around it all nice?” Swiss starts sliding down, keeping eye contact the entire time.
“Uh huh,” Dew says dumbly, cock giving another kick as Swiss smooths his hands down the front of his jeans. A tiny spot of dried cum makes its presence known on the inside of his fly as Swiss unzips it, nuzzling his face into his crotch.
“Missed a spot,” he smirks.
“Oh, Lucifer ,” Dew whispers.
Swiss laughs again, nosing along his rapidly fattening length. “Where’s that cockiness from earlier, spitfire? Or do your ego and your dick share a blood supply?”
Dew’s hand flies to Swiss’ hair and curls against his scalp. “You talk too much.” It’s said without any malice, any trace of offense buried beneath the groan he lets out as Swiss sucks at the tip of his cock through his underwear. “ Fucking bastard devil ,” he curses, head thudding against the glass.
“You love it,” Swiss fires back, already yanking Dew’s cock out of his boxers. He doesn’t bother to even pull his pants off, just shoves the elastic of the underwear past his balls and lets his cock bounce back against his stomach. “Gonna fill me up? Fuck this pretty mouth?”
“Y-yeah, gonna make you watch,” Dew pants, wholly unconvincing.
“So do it,” Swiss goads, lolling his tongue out to swipe across Dew’s slit.
“Oh f—” Dew’s always more vocal when he’s high, and, not surprisingly, more talkative. “Shit , lick it, gonna stick it down your throat, oh .”
Swiss swirls his tongue around the head, getting it shiny with spit. “So do it,” Swiss says again, quieter and more desperate.
Dew grips at Swiss’ horns with both hands and shifts his hips until his own profile greets him in the mirror, face flushed and mouth slack. The corridor is narrow, small enough that when Dew backs up against the wall perpendicular to the door, Swiss can still see both his own face and the fire ghoul’s cock in the mirror—and Dew’s small hands gripping his horns like handles.
The multi ghoul groans at the way his tongue sits, waiting, like a dog drooling for a tasty biscuit. His tail, having wormed its way out from his waistband, fairs no better, thumping against the worn-out hotel carpet in anticipation.
“Yeah, hungry for it.” Dew groans, jerking his hips towards his face. His cock bounces against Swiss’ tongue, the smallest droplet of precum falling onto his taste buds. “Fuck, Swiss, your mouth .”
“Give it to me,” Swiss begs. “Need it in there.”
Dew keeps his hands on Swiss’ horns, guiding his mouth onto his cock and half-thrusting to close the distance. Swiss moans around his length, so perfectly sized to take him down in one swallow, nose squished into the smooth skin of his groin. Maybe it’s the high, or maybe he’s just severely horny, but Swiss swears Dew tastes better than he ever has before—salty and smokey and heady in all the right intoxicating ways.
“Oh fuck ,” Dew whines, bucking into Swiss’ mouth. “Feels so fuckin’ good.” Swiss hums and sucks him down, bobbing his head in earnest. Dew rucks his shirt up with one hand, reaching under the fabric to flutter his fingers over a nipple. HIs cock kicks in his mouth as he feels himself up, spurting more precum down Swiss’ throat. “Your face, look at your face , oh seven hells .”
Swiss drags his eyes to the mirror, angling his face as far over as he can without dislodging Dew’s cock. He groans once again at the look on his own face, the way he wears his pleasure so obviously: the upturned brows, the drool breaching the corners of his mouth, the flush creeping down his throat, the glassy look in his eyes. His hand flings to grip Dew’s thigh, claws threatening to rip through the fabric.
“Such a— fuck —such a whore for your own face,” Dew pants. He steals a glance at himself, too, too curious to resist despite his teasing words. His bottom lip is swollen and red where he’s been biting it, and his hair falls in messy tresses in his face and down his back. His now copper eyes rove over his own form, exposed stomach jumping as Swiss continues to suck, cock disappearing and reappearing between plush— pretty —lips. “Ah fuck ,” he groans, head falling back against the wall.
Swiss pulls off with a pop . He strokes Dew hard and fast, tearing his gaze away from himself to stare up at him. “Come on, give it to me, can tell you want to,” he says breathlessly.
Dew whines, eyes rolling and hand twisting the fabric of his shirt until he’s nearly choking on it. “Your mouth, in your mouth ,” he says desperately, pulling Swiss’ head closer by the horn.
“Yeah, feed it to me, come on.” Swiss lets himself be guided back onto Dew’s cock, the fire ghoul keening above him. He can feel he’s close by the constant salty fluid on the back of his tongue, the way Dew’s cock throbs against the roof of his mouth.
“Fuckyesyesyes ,” he slurs, bumping the head of his cock against the back of Swiss’ throat. The multi ghoul constricts his throat, swallowing him down hard. “Cumming— oh , I’m cum—” Dew wheezes. He twitches against Swiss’ lips, gripping hard on his horn and tugging on his own balled-up shirt as he squirts down his throat. Dew’s mouth floods with the taste of metal as he bites down hard on his lip, fangs piercing the plush skin while he bites back groans of pleasure. Swiss sucks it all down, especially the way Dew’s face contorts and blushes bright red as he rides out his second orgasm of the night.
Swiss sucks hard as he pulls off, milking him for every last drop. Dew drops his hands from his horn and his shirt, letting them fall limp at his sides as he unconsciously starts to slide down the wall.
But Swiss is hard, straining against his pants. And his high brain supplies a terrible, sinful idea that has him hauling Dew’s equally as stoned ass up and over to the bed not ten steps away.
“Swiss, what— hey ,” Dew protests, little body bouncing against the mattress as he’s unceremoniously thrown onto it. Swiss tugs off his pants and boxers as Dew continues to protest, half-heartedly and confusedly at best.
“Gonna eat you out while you watch,” Swiss pants, shucking his shirt and pants before clamboring onto the bed and manhandling the fire ghoul to the foot of it. The mirror on the back of the door is far out of view, but there’s another on the wardrobe just across from them, as if the designers of the hotel had placed it just for sinning devils from Hell to watch themselves while they fuck.
“Oh no, Swiss, oh no,” Dew whines.
“Yeah, then I’m gonna fuck that tight ass until you cum again, make the sheets all dirty.” It’s lewd and said behind a haze of weed, but he needs it, needed it five minutes ago as soon as Dew’s had slid his cock past his lips.
Swiss flips the fire ghoul onto his stomach, hiking his hips back until his ass is up in the air, tail raised to expose his hole. Swiss laughs and rubs the sensitive spot at the base of his tail, earning a muffled whine from Dew. He shifts his hips and clenches around nothing.
“See? Begging for it.” Swiss nips at the meaty part of his ass just to make him yelp. “Now eyes up, princess.” He feels Dew shuffle to do as he’s told, craning his neck and groaning less than a second later. Swiss doesn’t need to check to know he’s looking, so he presses the flat of his tongue against Dew’s hole, wet and hot and dirty. Dew groans and pushes back against his mouth, thighs already quivering. His body is a mess of sensation, threatening to collapse on itself at the same time it presents itself for more.
Swiss laps around the ring of muscle, getting it slick and shiny. He dips down to kiss at the underside of his balls, mouthing along his taint and working his way back up to his hole. He repeats it a few times: down and up, down and up. Each ghosting of touch over his balls has his cock twitching in interest, and by the time Swiss makes his fourth pass he’s chubbed up again, a tiny bead of precum shining at the tip. Dew’s whining and moaning through it all, gripping the sheets like he might face plant onto the floor if he doesn’t.
“Fuck , you’re so responsive,” Swiss groans, pushing his cheeks apart to spread him further.
“‘S good,” Dew slurs in a small voice.
“Tell me,” Swiss probes. “Tell me how much you love my tongue in your ass.” The multi ghoul dips in to do just that, sealing his mouth over his hole prodding it with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh, ” Dew moans, body going slightly more lax under his touch, chest pressing into the mattress and back arching further. “Love it, fucking love your hot mouth on my ass— fuckbastard ,” Dew swears as Swiss grazes his teeth over it, just enough to catch him off guard. He laves over the spot before going back to dipping his tongue in and out, just enough to feel him clench.
Swiss digs his hands into Dew’s thighs, sighing at the way Dew opens up under him. HIs cock is leaking onto the sheets now, hard once more. He reaches between his legs and runs a finger over the slit, just to feel the precum gathered there, following the line of gravity to find a small pool of it on the bed. Dew yelps, a high reedy noise that echoes off the wallpaper. Swiss wants to see it, but he doesn’t want to take his mouth off Dew’s ass.
What he does want to see is his face. Both of their faces—it’s vain, but he still doesn’t care.
Swiss immediately catches Dew's gaze in the mirror when he peeks over the crest of his ass, moaning at the way his eyes cross with each press of his tongue and how his own face looks buried between his cheeks. Dew's flushed from horn to tail, fighting his eyes not to close. There's drool trickling out of the side of his mouth where it's pressed slack against the sheets. Swiss has to palm himself with the sudden rush of pleasure the sight brings. He moans against Dew’s ass, sending rumbling vibrations straight through him.
“‘wiss, uh, I can’t, oh fu— ” Dew slurs.
“Come on, kitten, sure you can,” Swiss teases, pulling off and running the pad of his pointer finger around his fluttering hole. He circles it a few times, picking up saliva to coat the tip before shoving the digit in up to the third knuckle. Dew muffles his moan into the bed, loud and high and far more feminine than usual.
“Oh, that’s pretty,” Swiss says huskily. He presses downward, and Swiss watches how Dew’s cock twitches with the stimulation, revealing the puddle of precum he knew was there all along. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were still a water ghoul.”
“Fuck you,” Dew mumbles into the bed.
“I am,” Swiss says simply, pressing down on that spot again. It only half makes sense as a rebuttal, but it doesn’t matter to either of them. Dew kicks his foot into the bed like a petulant child, grinding back on Swiss’ finger. “Impatient thing,” Swiss chides, pressing the tip of a second finger along the rim as he continues to fuck the one in and out.
“Shit, put it in, don’t care,” Dew rambles. His hole clenches around Swiss’ fingers, begging the second to sink in alongside the first.
“Hungry for it.” A repetition of Dew’s own snark. If the fire ghoul catches on, he doesn’t say anything—can’t, really, when Swiss pushes the second finger in, and all that comes out of his mouth is a wanton moan. The pressure milks another drool of precum out of him, adding to the puddle soaking into the sheets. Swiss palms at himself, equally as impatient. His eyes flick back up to the mirror, catching the way Dew’s eyes roll into the back of his head as a blissed out expression falls over his face. He scissors his fingers, pulling and stretching as tiny, quiet whines worm their way out of Dew’s throat.
“Gonna fill you up so good,” Swiss mumbles, lost in it all. Dew only whimpers in return, just as gone. The way he clenches around Swiss’ fingers makes him groan. “Fuck, can you take it?”
“Yeah , just—” Dew flings his arm out and gestures in the vague direction of their duffle bags. Swiss thanks his last remaining brain cell for connecting the dots and reaches half-blind for the closest one. Dew hisses as Swiss’ fingers slip out of him, but the multi ghoul continues to fumble around until he finds the small bottle he’s looking for.
“Got you, spitfire,” Swiss breathes, yanking off his boxers and flinging them across the room. He squirts a generous amount of lube into his hand, slicking up his cock with a choked-off groan. He spreads the excess around and in Dew’s hole for good measure.
Dew’s still face down and ass up, shirt bunched up by his shoulder blades. His mouth is pressed into the mattress, long silvery hair pooling on the bedspread and falling in his eyes.
“Chin up, kitten, you’re gonna watch when I fuck you.” Swiss grabs a fistfull of hair and yanks, craning Dew’s head back for him. Dew whines and follows his hand, raising himself up on his elbows to ease the pressure. Swiss lines himself up, teasing his rim with the head of his cock and slapping the shaft against the cleft of his ass.
Dew is watching Swiss’ face as intently as he can through blurry, lidded eyes. If Swiss squints, he can just see the dampness coating the fire ghoul’s long lashes, as well as the matching wetness of the saliva at the corners of his mouth. He’s thoroughly debauched, despite not having been fucked yet.
“Gorgeous,” Swiss mutters, pushing the head of his cock just past the point of resistance. Dew keens with it, his body practically dragging Swiss in. “ Yeah , fucking take it ,” he groans.
He’s looser with the weed, but Swiss still pushes slowly, as carefully as he can when all he wants to do is fuck him silly. But Dew has other plans; he rolls his hips back, seating himself on Swiss’ cock in one motion, like he can’t be bothered to wait, pain be damned. They both groan as Dew’s ass hits Swiss’ hips with a soft smack. Dew strains against the hold on his hair and arches into it, grinding down on the multi ghoul’s cock while managing to keep some semblance of eye contact in the mirror.
“Fucking devils below ,” Swiss hisses, gripping at the smaller ghoul’s hip. “If that’s how you wanna do it.” Swiss’ tone is sharp, dangerous. The ghost of a smirk on Dew’s face falls away and is quickly replaced with a look of oh shit .
Swiss pulls back and snaps his hips forward, reveling in the way Dew gasps, the way his arms shake. “How’s that, Dewy?” Swiss asks, voice dripping in honey. The nickname makes the fire ghoul groan, but the noise quickly shifts into a whine when Swiss grinds into him and digs his fingers into his hip bone. It’s hard enough to bruise, and Dew hopes it does.
“Need it, need it now, oh fucking shit ,” Dew babbles. His dick sways with every shift of his hips, hard and leaking and painfully untouched.
“Fucking shit ,” Swiss parrots, setting a frenzied pace. He’s not going to last long with Dew’s hole practically sucking him in, let alone watching the entire spectrum of sinful emotion wash over his face in quick succession.
“Yesyesyes, ” Dew chants, voice shaking with every jolt of his body. He catches Swiss’ gaze in the mirror, and immediately his eyes roll back into his head at the way the multi ghoul is staring at him—slack-jawed and hungry . Swiss shifts his knees, the tiny change in angle making the head of his cock drag over his prostate with each claiming thrust.
“Oh no , gonna make me— fuck ,” Dew huffs.
“Already, spitfire?” Swiss teases, despite teetering on the edge himself. “Gonna make a mess for me?” Swiss tugs on his hair, earning a drawn-out whine from the smaller ghoul.
“Touch me when you’re gonna, the same time, wanna—”
“Yeah , okay.”
Dew’s arms and thighs are shaking, little tremors that wrack his small frame in time with Swiss’ movements. He can just see the tip of his leaking cock peeking past his chest in the mirror, flushed a dusty lilac.
“Fuck ,” Swiss hisses through clenched teeth. He bends over and hooks an arm under one of Dew’s, forcing him to collapse chest-first into the mattress. He shoves the other hand between them, swiping his hand through the puddle of precum on the sheets and slicking it messily over Dew’s length as he continues to fuck into him.
Dew mewls into the sheets, quickly beyond forming coherent thoughts. Swiss isn’t faring any better, whispering dirty nonsense into the shell of his ear as he chases release.
“Cum with me,” he growls, gripping hard at the base of Dew’s cock and squeezing all the way up, burying himself to the hilt at the same time.
Dew presses back against him with a shout, cumming hot and fast over Swiss’ hand and onto the bed. The clenching of his muscles against Swiss’ cock takes him over too, and he bites hard on Dew’s shoulder as he cums with a shudder. The pleasure is almost suffocating, ripping the breath from his lungs as he throbs with it.
It’s a long duet of filthy moans and sighs as they ride it out, sweat-slicked bodies mingling and melting together. Swiss slides out slowly, boneless and satiated as he collapses on top of Dew, smushing him flat into the bed. There’s a short grunt below him, followed by the quietest of rumbling deep in the fire ghoul’s chest.
Swiss rubs his face into Dew’s neck. “You purring?”
“Hmpf,” Dew grumbles, but the sweet noise continues underneath it. Swiss huffs a laugh against his back and presses even closer.
“You really are my little kitten, aren’t you.”
“Fucking shut up.”