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“What do you think you’re doing, Dew?” was something Dew heard very often.
He’d learned his lesson already. Pissing people off to rile them up had left him with more arguements and unhealthy fucks than he could count. It’s also caused some of the worst sub drops he’s ever gone through. The alternative, helpfully suggested by Aether at one point, was to turn into the equivalent of a cat pushing stuff off the counter. Aether has been routinely groaned to and scapegoated by the other ghouls for Dew’s behavior now. Dew loved riling people up to get fucked. It was thrilling. The anticipation, the build up, the fear . It was exhilarating.
So, while he couldn’t do his old and rather unhealthy tactics, he was free to follow a ghoul around for the day, making small inconveniences and irritantes in a ploy for attention.
Mountain was today’s victim.
It started with Mountain’s morning. He blames the fact he and Dew are usually the only ones up with the sun for being today’s sacrifice.
He’s just trying to make coffee when Dew slipped between him and the counter and pressed a soft kiss on his neck. Mountain had froze and Dew moved up, slowly and sweetly climbing with his kisses to Mountain’s jaw. He had pulled back torturously slow to meet Mountain’s gaze and Mountain let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in. All he was given though, before Dew ran away, was a shit eating grin.
The second tease was when Mountain walked into his greenhouse and found three broken pots on the floor. That’s when he understood what was happening. He heaved a deep sigh. Lucifer, today of all days, Dew picked him? He had so much to get done. He spotted it then, the still tail of a fire ghoul who thinks he’s being sneaky. Mountain growled deep in his throat, entertaining him, and that tail wagged. Fuck it, he could never say no to that man. It’s why he always loses this game. He set about picking up the pieces of the clay pots and pretended he didn’t notice the click of the door close behind Dew.
The third was right before lunch. He had been walking out of the greenhouse and found Dew, standing there smug as a cat.
“Hey Mounty ,” he singsonged. “Heading to lunch?”
“I am,” Mountain said, already suspecting Dew of something.
“Mind walking me? I’m sooo hungry!”
Of course Mountain said yes. Dew ended up riling him up with teasing touches, hands trailing over Mountain’s hips and sides before disappearing into the crowd inside the cafeteria.
The fourth was when Mountain was supposed to practice. He spent 40 minutes looking for his drumsticks. It took him 5 minutes to realize it was Dew’s doing. He’d only booked the practice room for 30 minutes.
Dew didn’t have time to plant a fifth. He barely got out his “hey mountain” before he was yanked off the common room couch and dragged to Mountain’s room. Much to the amusement of the other ghouls in the room (namely Swiss and Rain who catcalled teasingly after them).
Dew was too busy being thrown onto Mountain’s big, plushy bed to yell anything back at them before Mountain locked the door.
“Why in Satan’s fucking name would you hide my drumsticks?” Mountain was seething. Dew was elated.
“Who says I hid them?” Dew laid back onto the bed, relaxing his posture and smiling smug again. It pissed Mountain off even more.
“Only your gremlin ass would shove them in the air vent,” Mountain growled. “Do I need to teach you another damn lesson on touching my drum kit? Was the first one not enough to get it through your stupid head?”
Dew shrinks back, cheeks heating up.
Mountain stalked closer, grabbed Dew by his thighs and dragged him to the end of the bed.
He tilted his head and, in a softer voice, asked, “you need prep or did you start already?”
Dew flushed, not expecting to have his game called out so suddenly and avoided Mountain’s eye contact as he shook his head.
Mountain slide Dew’s sweats down to find that yes, he has already prepped. Mountain’s hand smoothed over his thigh and ram down to pull out the shiny little butt plug Dew has inserted into himself earlier.
“Excited, aren’t you?” He says with disgust. “Fucking brat.”
Dew nodded, biting his lip. Mountain moves back to his drawers, where he pulls out a bottle of lube. He sheds his pants and his shirt before returning to find Dew right where he left him.
He dribbled some lube on his fingers and shoved two into Dew just to be sure. As promised, they slide in with no struggle.
“Waiting for this all day, too.” Mountain pours more lube into his hand and takes out his cock. He takes his time jerking himself, growing hard in his hand. “Can’t behave with a bit of cock in you, huh?
Dew whines as Mountain positions his head against Dew’s hole, teasing and pushing.
“Beg for it, brat,” Mountain growls. “Beg for my cock like a dumb little cumslut.”
“Please,” Dew begs. “ Please please please! Need it Mountain, need your big cock!”
Mountain presses in then, with a slow firm slide. He gives Dew a second then begins thrust. Aggressive, deep thrusts that left the smaller ghoul breathless.
“Fucking love this, don’t you, cumslut?” Mountain groans. “Yeah you fucking do.”
Dewdrop huffed frustratedly.
“Is that fucking attitude?” Mountain growls, claws digging into Dew’s hips. “You’re going to regret that.”
And Dewdrop grimaces.
“Hey, what’s wrong, Dewbug?” Mountain asked, pausing his movements and letting his voice soften to separate it from their game. Dewdrop frowned.
“‘m fucking soft,” he growled, dropping his head back dramatically. Mountain chuckled.
“You don’t have to be hard for us to have fun, Dew,” Mountain said. Dew grumbled back at him.
“I know, it’s just-“ he caught himself off with another frustrated groan. Mountain slicked up his hand with his tongue and dropped it down to Dew’s dick.
He pumped his cock as eccentrically as he could, hoping to pep up the other ghoul, but ended up looking up to find Dew’s expression getting increasingly sour and frustrated.
“You know, it’s okay if you don’t want to do this anymore, Dew.”
“I know, I just- Ugh! I started this. I've been fucking with you all day for this. I shouldn’t just, like, change my mind...”
“Dewbug, you can change your mind whenever you want,” Mountain said, pressing a kiss in between Dew’s horns. Dew sighed. “I can punish you for your teasing next time you want it,” Mountain joked with a laugh.
“Mkay,” Dew said softly and still looked disappointed in himself.
Mountain pulled out as gently as he could and Dew rolled onto his side. Mountain took the role of big spoon and laid down next to him, wrapping his arms tightly around Dew’s belly.
Mountain’s lips pressed to Dew’s neck, warm and welcoming. He set about his task to slowly cover the smaller ghoul’s neck in hickies. Dew sighed under his ministrations and the words started spilling out.
“I’m so proud of you,” the sweet whispers came. “I’m happy with anything you give me and I’m so fucking proud of you l earning when you need to just take a break, okay?”
More and more whispered words were spoken between the kisses and sucking and Mountain was struck when he heard the sniffle from the smaller ghoul.
Dew turned over, obviously holding back tears and pressed his lips to Mountain’s. Mountain kissed back. It was a slow languid slide, warm and welcoming and Mountain’s eyes opened when he felt Dew’s tears fall. Mountain pulled back, hand coming to caress Dew’s face.
“Sorry, I just,” Dew said softly. “‘S so much.”
“That’s okay, Dewbug.” He pressed a kiss to the bridge of Dew’s nose. “I understand.”
“I love you,” Dew says. “You are so amazing. Gentle and firm. You are an Angel.”
With the reverence in his voice, Mountain would’ve believed him.
“I love you too, bug. You mean so much to me. More than I can say.”
“I mean it, Mountain,” Dew says more firmly. “You deserve so much. The world in your hands.”
It doesn’t take too long for Mountain to tear up as well after that.