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Dewdrop is infamously turned on by the mundane. He’s got his niche kinks and that’s just fine with him; the way his partners will move a certain way, flexing the muscles in their arms just right, or when an outfit hugs their frame so perfectly it leaves him utterly breathless, or how Mountain spends most of his time outside of the greenhouse reading, and he puts on those thick-rimmed glasses that Dew could genuinely drool over. The list goes on, all his little quirks that make Dew such an interesting sexual partner, and how easy it is to rile him up. They tease him relentlessly for it, but he doesn’t mind that either.
What kills him, though, is any combination of those things.
What’s killing him now is Swiss.
Swiss, in a perfectly tight, white button up, sleeves rolled to his elbows— almost certainly for the way it looks rather than practicality— that’s just a little too sheer for Dew to ignore, tucked into equally tight black slacks that hug his thighs and ass like they were molded to fit. They do nothing to hide how fucking big his dick is, either, it’s just like when he wears those blasphemous grey sweatpants just to get a rise out of Dew. His facial hair is groomed a little too well, specks of black and grey stubble along his jaw and chin, with his signature grown-out mustache, the one he mourns when he needs to shave it for the facepaint on tour.
And the glasses. Thick, black frames that fit his face so very unfairly; they make him look older in the most delicious way, even accentuating that tiny smirk that always plays on his lips somehow. He’s so hot it hurts.
Dew feels like the breath has been sucked out of his lungs by the vacuum of space.
Swiss’ lips are moving, talking to someone else, and Dew hasn’t a clue what he’s saying. The only thing he knows is that he needs Swiss, and he needs him now. He’s lucky his mouth stays shut, just staring at the multi ghoul with that far-off look in his eyes.
It gets so much worse when his brain provides him a word for how Swiss looks; like someone’s fucking dad. He chokes on his air, then, and finally comes back to his body with a flushed face and refusal to look Swiss in the eye. He’s not going to let himself go down that rabbit hole. That’s just… weird.
“You alright?” Swiss nudges, taking a step or two to stand over Dew’s seat on the couch. “You don’t look so good, firefly.”
He’s not even teasing. He’s genuinely concerned and oh, Dew is fucked. He hopes it’s literal.
He swats Swiss’ hand away from his forehead and sucks in a deep breath, “M’ fine.” He growls, but it’s weak and small and he hates how quickly Swiss catches on.
“You don’t look fi— okay, guess we’re going.” He’s cut off in the middle of his sentence by Dew grabbing his hand and dragging him away, down the hall. Mountain shoots Swiss an understanding look; they can talk later. Whatever the fuck is wrong with Dew is more important.
They reach Swiss’ room and Dew locks the door before leaning back against it.
“Okay, what’s going on?”
Swiss crosses his arms over his chest in a stern, but gentle way and Dew whimpers. He’s falling fast. The multi ghoul’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline before settling again in a look that tells Dew he’s realized exactly what’s wrong.
“Is it what I’m wearing, baby boy?”
Dew could collapse to his knees, he really wants to, but instead he nods, face heated and eyes glassy. “What about it?”
His throat clicks as he swallows. Dew can’t answer that, not honestly, his pride won’t let him. He sighs out a too-hot breath and bites his lip, eyes darting everywhere that isn’t Swiss’ face.
Then, of course, Swiss steps closer. He catches Dew’s chin with a hooked finger and tilts him up, even then, he won’t meet Swiss’ eyes until he murmurs a soft, “Look at me.” And Dew finally obeys. “Good boy. Tell me what you need.”
He’s done for, whining low in his throat, and Swiss has to hold him up with a hand on his waist. “Fucking… breed me,” it’s the most pathetic he’s ever heard is own voice.
“You want Daddy’s cock filling you up?”
That’s more than he can handle. Dew falls off the edge, plummeting into subspace and staring up at Swiss with wide, unfocused eyes. “Is that what my baby boy needs right now? Want me to breed you full of kits, until you can’t think and you’re begging for more?”
He feels wild. Feels fucking insane, like he’s in a dream and everythings just slightly off. But Swiss’ hands are so solid on his face and his waist and he can’t be dreaming. “Please,” he manages, barely, “want your kits. Want you to fill me up.” Dew can’t really believe the words coming out of his mouth, but he can hear himself continuing to babble, pleading as Swiss stares down at him like he’s the whole world.
“Shh, come here. Gonna take such good care of you, baby. Breed you so fuckin’ full,” even Swiss sounds breathless, picking Dew up from the ground and carrying him to the bed, tall enough that Swiss can fuck Dew on the edge of it— which is exactly what he wants to do. “You want it?”
Dew nods in a rush, urgent and almost panicked, Swiss laughs at him. “You’ll get it, sweet thing, but you have to be good, okay?” He tucks fallen hair behind Dew’s ear and smiles when he leans into the touch. “Why don’t we set some rules, huh?”
This time, Dew’s nod is hesitant, questioning, but he agrees anyway.
He always does.
“Good,” Swiss coos. “Don’t speak unless you’re spoken to— safewords are the exception. Can you tell me what they are?”
Dew fists his hands in the sheets and gathers up enough of his brain to answer. “Green is go, yellow is slow down, red is stop,” he’s memorized the words by now with how often Swiss makes him repeat them. He’s never called a red before, and he doesn’t think he ever will.
“Smart boy. No touching yourself without permission, no touching me without permission—”
While Dew can survive without touching himself, keeping his hands off Swiss seems like a nightmare, “No, please let me touch you.” It’s like he’s pleading for his life, and Swiss softens just barely.
“Okay,” Swiss cups his face and Dew holds the palm to his cheek with his own hand. “I’ll allow it, just because you’re so cute.” Dew purrs softly into his touch. “Last rule; you do not cum until Daddy says you can.”
He whimpers and writhes on the sheets, but doesn’t protest. Swiss has barely even touched him yet. “What’s got you so hot and bothered, baby? Tell me.”
Dew shakes his head, messing up his hair on the cotton sheets. “Can’t say it,” he huffs out, breathless.
“I know you can. Be a good boy, tell me what turned you on so much.”
“You…” He bites his lip. Swiss grabs his chin and forces Dew to meet his eyes for the second time. “You look like a…” Dew whines again, throws his head back and says, “I can’t, please.”
Swiss’ sigh is one of clear disappointment, but he doesn’t press. Later, when Dew’s fucked out and tired, he can wheedle it out, but right now Dew needs him, bad. He whispers sweet words of praise into Dew’s ear and slides his pants down, throwing the discarded clothing on the floor. He stays fully clothed, though, that part’s important. “Is good girl okay, too?” He murmurs, caressing Dew’s face. The fire ghoul purrs as he nods into Swiss’ hand.
“Good girl,” he squishes Dew’s cheek and leans back, standing up to his full height. The difference in size between the two of them has Dew breathless again, panting dumbly with wide eyes as he stares. “Does my baby boy want me to fuck him? Breed him brainless?”
“Please,” Dew cries.
Swiss takes his sweet time undoing his belt, pulling out his swollen cock with a relieved sigh.
He gets a horrible idea and suddenly Dew’s hands are pinned above his head, being tied up by Swiss’ expensive, fancy belt, but he can’t find himself mad about it. Not even disappointed. Instead he moans, canting his hips up in slow circles, whining when he catches on Swiss’ dick. He’s so wet, dripping slick into the sheets and throbbing around nothing.
His hands are finally let go and he flexes the bonds, then brings his hands to his chest. It looks like he’s about to lead a prayer and that idea has Swiss’ cock twitching. “You’re so pretty,” He says, brushing the hair from Dew’s face.
He shies away from the praise and bites his lip, all of his willpower going towards not speaking— not begging for Swiss to fuck him already. His obedience is rewarded, of course, as Swiss drags a hand down to finger him open. He doesn’t need it, but Swiss’ hands are those of an expert and he’d never say no to them, head tipping back to expose his neck as he lets out a long moan.
“That feel good?”
Dew chews on his lip for a moment and nods, “Yes,” then, after a beat, “yes, Daddy.”
Swiss groans above him, “So obedient tonight, maybe I should wear this more often, huh?” He flexes his arms slightly and a line of drool drips out of Dew’s mouth. “Cute,” Swiss comments as he wipes it away, then sticks his thumb into Dew’s open mouth.
“Let’s get you ready first,” Swiss purrs, lowering himself to his knees, face inches from Dew’s dripping cunt. He’ll never tire of this, pulling his fire ghoul apart with his mouth; he licks a long stripe through his folds and groans at that spicy-sweet taste. “You always taste so good,” he pushes Dew’s knees to his shoulders, hands firm on his thighs, and looks up to see Dew gnawing on his lip. He says, soft, “You can speak while I do this.”
Dew is falling apart in seconds, shuddering under his touch and moaning his name. It’s that high, reedy, feminine lilt that Swiss thinks is just adorable. He kisses Dew’s little cock and wrings the most pathetic little cry from him, followed up, of course by a chorus of please’s, and he’s not one to deny himself the pleasure of eating Dew out.
“Is your pretty little cock all hard for me? You’re soaked, baby,” Swiss flicks the hardened nub with his thumb, barely soft enough not to hurt.
“Yes, Daddy,” Dew moans, wrecked and shaky. His hips twitch up into Swiss’ touch and the multi ghoul has to hold him down. He protests, whimpering, but Swiss’ grip is unyielding.
Swiss can’t help himself, not when Dew is as sensitive as he is right now. He flattens his tongue on Dew’s clit and sucks it into his mouth, amused by the way his thighs try to close around Swiss’ head, and the strangled groan Dew lets out.
Dew’s bound hands land awkwardly on his head, but he doesn’t push, doesn’t try to grind up into his mouth, just sits and takes it, breathing out soft sounds of pleasure.
“Daddy, I’m gonna cum,” he hisses out, and Swiss pulls away.
“Such a good boy for telling me,” he answers, leaning over to lock their lips together in a filthy kiss that still tastes like Dew’s slick. He licks it out of Swiss’ mouth— he can’t stop making noises. “And as a reward for being so good…” Swiss trails off and Dew feels the head of his cock teasing his slit.
Angling himself just right, like he’s done too many times in the past, Swiss pushes in, and it’s agonizingly slow. By the time he bottoms out, Dew’s already got a new line of saliva falling from his mouth as he whines. “How do you want it?”
He holds Dew’s face, brushing his own mess on his cheek with a smile.
“I dunno,” he cries and hides his face behind his bound hands, “can’t think.” Dew admits, feeling vaguely like his head is in the clouds.
Swiss chuckles darkly, and slowly moves to hold Dew’s slim waist between sturdy hands. “Stupid already, barely had a dick in you for a minute and you can’t think? Oh, you poor, poor thing,” he coos the cruel words in a way that he knows wraps around Dew’s brain like a warm blanket, a voice that would irritate him at any other time, but one he can’t get enough of like this. “Just need Daddy to fill you up, yeah?”
“Yes,” Dew surrenders to it instantly and Swiss doesn’t think he can be any more in love with him. The fire ghoul raises his hands and holds Swiss’ face, trying to pull him into a kiss with what little strength he has in this state, and who is Swiss to say no to him?
It’s long, slow, and surprisingly affectionate as Dew’s thumbs trace his jaw, savoring the feeling of stubble on his livewire skin. Matching the pace of the kiss, Swiss pulls out and pushes back in, swallowing Dew’s soft moan. It’s all so good, every sensation heightened by just how far gone Dew is.
They fall into a rhythm that punches a little noise from Dew with every movement, however slow it may be, he’s overwhelmed.
“You’re so warm,” Swiss comments, the words brushing against his lips.
“Can’t help it,” Dew stares up at him through those pretty, half-lidded eyes and it’s all Swiss can do not to fall to his knees and worship this lovely little demon he gets to call his own. Instead, he hooks his hand under Dew’s knee and pushes his leg up and up until the fire ghoul is folded, nearly in half.
The new angle makes Dew squeal, little noises of pleasure spilling out of him with every thrust. He’s out of his mind with it.
Swiss thinks it’s the prettiest sight he’s ever bore witness to.
“Fuck, baby boy,” he growls, feeling a possessive edge now, “you’re so perfect, such a good boy for me. You just take anything I give you. Oh, shit, do you know how much I fucking love you?”
Dew’s eyes blow wide, pupils expanding. His mouth falls open, but the moan is silent and— “Oh, baby, did you just cum?”
He slows and Dew breaks into sobs, nodding and babbling out, “I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“Shh, honeydew. Hey, look at me,” he kisses the tears away softly and lets Dew’s leg down to hold his face, “it’s okay. It’s okay, sweetheart. No, don’t cry. There you go.”
The sniffling stops, Dew looks up at him with those doe eyes and Swiss’ hips move of their own accord, punching a high pitched wail from the fire ghoul. “You still broke a rule, baby,” he murmurs, kissing Dew’s forehead before standing upright again, “and I think you had a request in mind earlier, huh?”
Long, lithe legs wrap around his waist and pull him close, thighs shaking. “Care to repeat it?”
Dew writhes, squirming and pulling on his binds, noisy, but wordless. It makes Swiss pause, cradling Dew’s face with a gentle hand, “Dew?”
“Yellow,” he sobs, “yellow.”
Swiss’ world stop. His blood goes cold and he rubs his thumb insistently into Dew’s soft cheek. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?” He runs his other hand up and down the fire ghoul’s waist, “Talk to me.”
“Too much,” he answers, teary eyed and shaking. “Take the— the…” Dew tugs at his binds again and Swiss is quick to untie him. He tosses the belt to the floor, rubbing the rawness on Dew’s little wrists away. The sigh of relief Dew gives makes him smile.
He brings a hand to his lips, kissing the red marks, murmuring words of soft praise. His fire ghoul’s shaking subsides, and slowly but surely he watches his breathing recover. “You did so good, using your safeword. I’m so proud of you,” Swiss meets his pretty eyes with genuine adoration in his own, “tell me if you wanna start again.”
“I do!” He whines, and Swiss chuckles. “Slow… please?”
As requested, slowly, Swiss rolls his hips again and Dew cries out in ecstasy, the pleasure-pain of overstimulation burning through every inch of him. Swiss’ hands are everywhere; he can’t possibly keep track when they go from his wrists to his thighs to his face to his waist. He moans with every touch, pawing at what he can reach of Swiss’ chest.
“My baby still want me to fill him up?” Swiss grunts, picking up the pace while he keeps his eyes on Dew’s face, for any sign of discomfort. All Dew can manage is near-panicked nods, so noisy and loud that he’s sure to have a scratchy voice by morning. “Don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna take care of you. I’m gettin’ close, baby boy.”
Dew is babbling, but it takes a moment to figure out— “I love you, Daddy,” over and over and over again, even as drool falls from the corner of his mouth, every word is a moan. “Loveyousomuch— oh, oh.”
“Beg for it, baby.”
The sound Dew makes can only be described as a squeal, breaking into an incoherent string of words; please’s and Daddy’s and countless declarations of love. Begging and pleading for his knot.
Swiss can’t take it anymore. He pushes it in with a harsh groan and his orgasm crashes down on him like a tsunami, he doubles over with a groan, hips twitching as he pumps Dew full of his cum. He’s only slightly aware of the way Dew clenches around hum, cumming again at the same time, but his own orgasm is devastating.
He comes back into his own body with Dew crying Daddy, whining softly in his ear.
“You okay?” He huffs, still out of breath and riding the rest of his high. Dew pulls him close, arms around his shoulders, licking his face— he’s purring. “Cute.”
They sit in the afterglow for a while, peppering each other’s faces with kisses and sweet words of praise. The comedown is slow— his knot won’t deflate for a while, but Swiss’ back is starting to hurt. He manages to get his pants off without all that much trouble, kicking them to the side as he balances himself using Dew’s waist, all while smiling down at him. “This might pull on it a little bit, just grit your teeth for me,” Swiss warns, and Dew yips softly when the multi ghoul picks him up and settles on the bed, his mate in his lap.
“I know, I’m sorry, baby. Just get comfortable,” he grins when Dew settles on his chest, cheek pressed into the now-creased fabric of his dress shirt. “Did so good for me, didn’t you? I’m proud of you,” Swiss hand is heavy on Dew’s waist, thumb brushing his skin gently, “my good boy.”
Dew gets a sloppy, wet kiss on the cheek, a dopey grin, and he can’t help but return the smile before he nuzzles back into Swiss’ pecs, purring contentedly. He’s not quite out of subspace yet, and considering what he just went through, Swiss thinks he’ll be there for a while. He wraps his arms around his fire ghoul, pulling him close, but not too tight, really not wishing to risk Dew tightening around his knot again.
He’s floating in a chemical soup, thoroughly fucked out and half asleep already. Dew’s whole body feels like it’s underwater, warmth lapping at his arms and legs and everywhere.
Swiss checks again, minutes later, and the fire ghoul has fallen asleep on his knot. He chuckles, knowing he’ll probably regret letting his eyes slip shut by morning.