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The water is gorgeously hot on his skin, washing the sweat and glitter from his body and relaxing his tired muscles. Perpetua sighs and leans into the spray, closing his eyes so he can wash the last of the paint from his face. It was a good show, they’ve all been fucking great, but they’re near the end of the second leg, and he’s glad for the chance to rest. The strange mixture of exhaustion and elation has begun to set in again, but he wouldn’t trade the feeling for anything.
He hears a thumping noise through the wall and chuckles to himself. The ghouls are always excited after a show, and it looks like tonight is no exception. When he first summoned Haze, he was nervous about what the others would think of her, but she fit right in. Storm seems to be doing much the same, for which he’s thankful.
Speaking of Storm, Perpetua hears a low growl from him in the back of his mind, more playful than aggressive. His cheeks are hot already from the water, but it still sends a soft whirl of excitement through him. He knows it’s not meant for him, though; summoning Haze opened him up to the mental link that the whole pack shares, but it’s strongest with her and Storm. Now and then, he’ll overhear something, but he’s always kept his distance. Whatever the ghouls have with each other, he doesn’t really know if he could be part of it, let alone if they’d want him.
…he does wonder sometimes, though. When they’re on stage, and he watches Dewdrop get a hand around Rain’s throat, he can feel the flash of arousal from both of them. Haze will look at him now and then, when they’re all lounging in the back of the bus, and he’ll feel a soft glow of affection from her that’s almost too much to bear. They’ve drawn him down into their cuddle pile more than once, and with Mountain’s arms around him and Aurora’s head resting on his chest, it would be so easy to turn and kiss them right on the mouth. He just doesn’t know what would happen after.
It's so strange, this new job of his. He’s ostensibly in charge of them, but he doesn’t know what that’s supposed to look like. Nobody from the Ministry has told him how he’s expected to act around them, and the ghouls certainly haven’t said anything. So, he’s just sort of been…trying to figure it out. Now and then, he’ll get carried away by the music and start flirting with them during a show – or maybe flirting back is the better way to put it. It never goes very far, though, and it definitely doesn’t follow them off stage.
Lucifer, what if it did?
Before he can stop himself, his imagination gets away from him, and all of the little moments he’s tried not to think about come rushing to the front of his mind. Dewdrop putting an arm around his shoulders. Storm lunging towards him with a growl that sounds much more like purring. Aurora’s eyes sparkling behind her mask as she takes the cowbell from his hands. Cirrus arching her back during her keytar solo, her head tilting just enough to look right at him. And then, there was Rain.
Fucking hell, Rain seems to make it his mission to get into Perpetua’s space. Every show, the ghoul will get in his way, walk in front of him and get right in his face. His eyes always crackle with a look that seems almost teasing. Maybe an hour ago, Rain was standing at the top of the steps by the drum set, leering down at Perpetua and making an encouraging gesture with one hand. Perpetua danced for him, facing away from the crowd entirely and shaking his shoulders, his head rolling back as though to bare his throat to his ghoul.
It felt so fucking good. Just remembering it sends a confusing mix of lust and embarrassment swirling through his body. His core throbs with heat, and he leans back on the shower wall, feeling the steam in his throat as he pants for breath. He can’t help but think of Rain standing over him, mask off, hair drenched, eyes burning. His hand slides down between his legs almost unthinkingly, more need than desire. It almost frightens him, how turned on he is. Yes, he almost always needs to get off after a ritual, but he doesn’t usually fantasize when he’s doing it. He’s certainly never fantasized about any of the ghouls.
Fuck it. It feels way too good to stop now.
He strokes himself slowly, firmly, warming up a little, imagining it’s Rain. He’s seen the ghoul’s fingers make the most gorgeous music for weeks now, and he wants to feel them so badly. They would be warm, he’s sure of that, infernal heat simmering under the ghoul’s skin, and the hot water that runs down his body helps fuel the fantasy. He’s able to sink one finger inside himself in no time at all, and he curls it in deep, tilting his hips forward to make it easier. His knees bend a little, his back sliding down the wall so the water hits his chest and shoulders.
Taking his imagination any further is difficult; he doesn’t know for certain what Rain would do, how he would act. He knows what he would want the ghoul do to do him, but that’s not the same. He’s seen what Rain is like in bed, through flashes of incidental connection, but that’s with the other ghouls. It’s nothing like the way he acts around Perpetua, onstage or off. Around the others, Rain is pliant, eager to be dominated. With Perpetua, he’s bold and assertive. He invades his space. He challenges him.
It’s not that Perpetua doesn’t like it. It’s that he doesn’t want to get his hopes up for something he can’t have.
That’s almost enough to kill his mood entirely. He’s debating whether to give up or just quit thinking about Rain, when he feels the strangest fucking thing. It’s not a voice in his mind, but a sensation, almost like a nudge on the shoulder. A presence. A hand reaching out towards him, waiting to see if he’ll take it. It’s Rain, it’s so obviously, certainly Rain, but if anyone asked him how he knew, he’d never be able to explain it. Despite it all, he feels shy.
I can show you, Rain says, his voice soft and full of heat. I can show you what I’d do. What I want to do.
Perpetua barely understands how, but after a short, fearful moment, he reaches out and takes the offered hand.
He doesn’t see what Rain is thinking so much as feel it; the shape of the ghoul’s hand sliding a second finger inside him, the taste of his own skin as Rain leans in to drag his tongue up the side of his throat. The ghoul’s desire floods his senses, and he eases a second finger in and starts to move them in time with Rain’s imagined rhythm. It’s slow, deep, getting him used to the stretch while he pushes the heel of his palm against Perpetua’s clit. Perpetua’s shaking already, rolling his hips so he can grind on his own hand. With the other, he runs his fingertips over his neck, tracing the path of the ghoul’s tongue. Warm, molten bliss starts to wind tightly in his core, and in his mind, he hears Rain gasp softly.
Fuck, Papa, he says, and even in Perpetua’s mind, his voice is rough with need. So fucking hot.
“Keep going,” Perpetua says, not sure if he needs to say it out loud but unable to keep quiet.
Rain gives him more, moves his imaginary hand faster, grabs Perpetua’s hip with the other and pulls him close. Perpetua moans loudly, his hips twitching up as he does as he’s told, fucking himself hard as he pictures himself throwing both arms around Rain’s back. Rain imagines kissing him, sliding his tongue in deep and swallowing every breathless noise that leaves Perpetua’s mouth. It makes Perpetua shiver again, his other hand striking the wall behind him as he bites his lip. He starts to whine now, indulging in the thought of Rain kissing him like he wants to devour him whole.
He hears the ghoul growl softly in his mind, and then he feels the softness of his own flesh as Rain bites him on the shoulder. The ghoul’s teeth aren’t sharpened, so the bite isn’t enough to break skin, but his other hand grips Perpetua tightly by the back of the neck. The intention is clear; Rain wants to mark him, to let the others know he was the first to make their Papa writhe in bliss. Perpetua shivers at the idea, his inner walls pulsing around his fingers as a flash of heat goes up his spine.
“Yes,” he sighs, his head tilting back to expose his neck. “Make me yours. Oh, make me yours.”
The way that makes Rain snarl has him shouting into the open air. He’s wet enough now that his fingers are making obscene noises inside him, legs starting to tremble as he gets closer to the edge. Ghouls can be possessive, he knows that much, but what he feels from Rain is less covetous and more desperate. Rain wants him, has wanted him for ages now, and that’s enough to make Perpetua sink down onto his knees, his whole body starting to shake. The water flows down the tile behind his back, pouring over his shoulders like a caress.
“I’m gonna come,” he sobs, “Rain, Rain, don’t fucking stop–”
In his mind, Rain bites him again, and Perpetua swears he can almost feel it. He comes gasping, his moans echoing off the shower walls as his release gushes over his hand. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through him, and he can feel how it makes Rain shiver and purr with satisfaction. He feels a pulse of need from the ghoul, more physical than anything he’s felt so far, and the idea that he’s having such a strong effect on him only makes it sweeter. He draws it out for as long as he can, moving his fingers with blinding speed until he’s finally too overstimulated to continue.
He's panting for breath, when he draws his fingers out, and he lifts his hand to wash it off in the spray above his head. It’s getting lukewarm now, the hot water running low with how long he’s been in here. Just as well that he cleaned himself off before he got distracted. He stands and shuts the water off, leaning on the shower wall for a second while he collects himself. To his surprise, he can still feel Rain in the back of his mind, his presence softer, less intense. There’s something like gratitude coming from the ghoul now, with the echo of his earlier desire muffled underneath.
“…do you want to come over?” he asks, his eyes unfocused.
A soft pulse of surprise. You sure? There’s a faint tinge of worry now, the desire not to push, if Perpetua was just lost in the fantasy. It makes sense; Perpetua has always spent their hotel stays alone, and even when the ghouls cuddle up to him on the bus, he’s never the one to initiate it. He’s never really known where to start. Now that he’s gotten this far, he doesn’t want to stop.
“I’m sure,” he says it louder, even though he knows it probably doesn’t make a difference. “Come here. Want to touch you. Want to feel you.”
Rain moans softly, yes, Papa, and then there’s a rush of excitement as the ghoul makes his way out of his room. Perpetua hears the sound of a door opening down the hall, and he scrambles for a towel to dry himself off. There’s no helping his hair, but he decides to worry about that later. Rain’s anticipation reaches him before the sound of his footsteps, and he barely has enough sense to wrap the towel around his waist before he opens the door.
They just look at each other for a second, once Rain walks in. He locks the door with his tail, pulling his mask off and tossing it into Perpetua’s open suitcase. He’s looking at Perpetua now with hungry eyes, but there’s a touch of wonder to it. It’s almost reverent, how he reaches up to cradle Perpetua’s face in his hands. In his mind, Perpetua can feel his desire rising like the tide, tinged with awe and a startlingly honest affection sparkling on the surface.
“Lucifer, you’re beautiful,” Rain murmurs, and that’s when Perpetua finally realizes he’s not wearing his mask.
He doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know what to do, really. His mask has become more habit than necessity, but after a while it felt like it was too late to just stop wearing it. Now’s as good a time as any, he supposes. If he’s gonna get naked, he may as well commit to it. Besides, he can feel how much Rain wants him, and that’s enough to drown out any distractions. So, he slides a hand over Rain’s shoulder, slipping his fingertips under the collar of his shirt, and he leans in to kiss him.
Rain responds immediately, pulling Perpetua into his arms and holding him tightly, and the fabric of his clothing is almost too much for Perpetua’s shower-warm skin. The ghoul starts to undress as soon as the thought even occurs to him, though Perpetua doesn’t exactly make it easy with the way he keeps trying to kiss him. When they’re both naked, Rain bends down for a second, and Perpetua is confused until Rain lifts him off the ground and carries him to the bed. He makes a very high pitched noise of surprise, and he barely gets a chance to realize what’s happening before the ghoul sets him down. When he’s caught his breath, he starts to laugh, and then Rain does the same, half-jumping into bed beside him with a creak of mattress springs.
Perpetua rolls onto his side and latches onto Rain like he’s magnetized, carding his fingers through his hair and kissing him deeply. Rain moans against his lips, and his tail wraps around Perpetua’s leg, pulling it up over his hip. They’re pressed together so tightly, Perpetua can feel Rain’s cock twitch and throb where it’s nestled against his stomach. Lust pours from Rain in waves, and Perpetua shivers again as he realizes he’s felt this before, standing in front of him on stage. It’s been encouraging him all tour, making him get bolder, until he started dancing for him like he did tonight.
“You look so good like that,” Rain breathes the words against his skin, kissing his way down Perpetua’s jaw to his throat. “When you just throw your head back…I’ve wanted this for so fucking long.”
His kisses turn rough, his teeth dragging across the skin, and Perpetua’s fingers tighten in his hair.
“Yes,” he says.
Rain’s teeth sink into his shoulder, and he sucks hard enough to leave a mark. It sends a shock of sensation right to Perpetua’s core, pain and pleasure intertwined, strong enough to make the heat between his legs start to throb again. He moans breathlessly, holding on tighter, his body rolling into Rain’s and making their hips grind together. Rain makes a beautiful growling noise, releasing Perpetua’s shoulder with a pop and turning to kiss his lips again. In his mind, Perpetua can feel the ghoul’s impatience, laced with a flicker of embarrassment at how needy he must appear. He whimpers into Rain’s mouth, moving his hands down to his hips, inviting him to take what he wants.
“D’you want to ride me?” Rain asks.
“Fuck yes,” he sighs.
With a slow drag, Rain’s tail releases his leg, and then he rolls onto his back, half-pulling Perpetua on top of him. Perpetua shifts his hips a little, his breath catching in his throat as he feels Rain’s shaft brush against his entrance. He feels a momentary pinch of nerves; he can’t remember which bag his lube is in. Rain hums softly, and his hand comes up to Perpetua’s leg.
“I can help with that,” he says. “If you want, I mean.”
Perpetua lifts a curious eyebrow at him. “…sure.”
Rain’s hand slides inward, settling just above his crotch. Perpetua wonders what on earth he’s doing, and then he feels a sudden warmth flow through him, trailing down from the ghoul’s palm and settling inside him. It’s not exactly arousal, closer to a burst of warm water, like when he would hold the shower head between his legs. It still makes him gasp, his legs shaking a little as he feels himself getting impossibly wet. By the time Rain lifts his hand, it’s starting to drip down one thigh, and he looks down at his ghoul with amazement.
“Oh fuck,” he laughs softly. “Thank you.”
“Anytime,” Rain smiles at him.
Emboldened, Perpetua lifts Rain’s cock from where it’s resting against his stomach, lining it up with his entrance. He’s relieved that it’s a perfectly average, unintimidating size, but he tries not to linger on that thought for Rain’s sake. It makes it so easy to take the whole thing inside him, though, especially with how wet he is now. He’s sensitive enough from his earlier climax that the feeling of Rain filling him up is enough to make him moan out loud. Rain’s eyes pinch shut with a gasp, both hands flying down to Perpetua’s hips.
“Oh,” Rain’s head rolls back, “oh, you feel good.”
Perpetua starts to move, sliding back and forth a bit to get used to the feeling. Once he’s found his rhythm, the need in him takes over, and he starts to really ride him. Rain moans shakily, his hands squeezing Perpetua’s waist as he rocks his hips up to meet him. The movement changes the angle just enough that his cock presses right where Perpetua needs it. He cries out, his head snapping back as pleasure starts to pool in his core.
“Fuck, right there…” he whispers.
He feels a surge of desire from Rain in his mind; he enjoys watching Perpetua move, his lust magnified by the sight of his Papa losing himself to pleasure. He looks down to see Rain biting his lip, dragging his eyes over Perpetua’s body with a soft growl. It sends something sweet and hot right down Perpetua’s spine, knowing his ghoul is getting off to the sight of him. He licks his fingertips and reaches down to stroke himself, his eyes fluttering shut as his fingers press and circle over his clit.
“Yeah,” Rain purrs, “that’s it, put on a show for me, Papa.”
Perpetua shudders hard, moaning brokenly as the words make him squeeze around Rain’s cock. He starts to move faster, his body arching back a little as his head rolls to one side. He doesn’t even try to keep quiet, reveling in the pulses of arousal he feels from Rain with every gasp and moan. Rain grips him hard enough that he can feel the ghoul’s claws scratch at his skin, and it makes Perpetua whimper. He does it again, and when Perpetua’s hips stutter for a second, he drags his claws down both of his thighs. Perpetua shouts, his eyes pinching shut as he leans into Rain’s hands.
“Do that again,” he hisses, and another shout tears from his throat when his ghoul obeys.
“You like that?” Rain snarls. “You like a little pain?”
“Mhm,” Perpetua nods.
He bites his lip at the sight of the scratch marks on his legs, hoping at least some of them will last until morning. Rain looks up at him with scorching eyes, but there’s something surprisingly tender in his gaze. He reaches up with both hands and grabs Perpetua’s sides, raking his claws down, and Perpetua wails. His hand speeds up between his legs as he gets closer and closer, desperate whimpering sounds starting to fall from his lips.
“Don’t stop,” he says, “so good, so fucking good for your Papa…”
Rain starts to thrust harder, hips grinding against Perpetua’s, and the feeling of his cock pushing deeper inside him throws Perpetua over the edge. He comes hard, groaning loudly as the pleasure inside him finally bursts. His inner walls clench rhythmically around Rain’s cock, hips jerking unevenly as his whole body starts to shake. It’s intense enough that he ends up falling forward, catching himself on one hand so he doesn’t collapse right onto his ghoul. Rain’s arms come up around him, bringing him down into a hungry kiss. Perpetua feels a torrent of lust and affection from him, a swell of pride at being able to pleasure his Papa, a frantic need to finally chase his own release.
“I’m close,” Rain whispers, as though he even needs to say it.
“Do it,” he says, “make me yours, oh fuck, make me yours.”
Rain lunges for his throat, biting down hard right where neck meets shoulder and making Perpetua keen into his ear. His hips snap up into Perpetua once, twice, and then he buries himself in deep as his climax crashes through him. His arms hold Perpetua in a crushingly tight embrace, and Perpetua clings to him, drinking in the rough growling noises he can feel all the way down his shoulder. The feeling of Rain’s cock kicking and spilling inside him is so sweet.
They’re both quiet for a while, catching their breath in the most wonderful afterglow. Rain still holds onto Perpetua even after his spent cock has slid back out, running a hand gently over his back. Perpetua’s hair is dripping a little onto him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. There’s a softness in the link between them now, a satisfied happiness that Perpetua wants to luxuriate in for as long as he can.
“Is this why you always act like that on stage?” he mumbles, only sort of expecting an answer.
“Like what?” Rain’s grin tells him he knows exactly what he’s talking about.
“You know what,” he pokes him in the chest. “You’ll let Dew fucking choke you, but then you get all up in my face.”
“Mhm,” he laughs softly. “Yeah, well…at first, I was kind of just seeing what I could get away with. But then, you seemed to like it, and I really liked it, so…”
He shrugs, but he’s still smiling. He almost looks embarrassed, despite everything they just did. Perpetua can’t help but smile, as well.
“I do like it, yeah,” he mumbles.
Rain makes a sort of chirring noise, and then he leans in and bumps his forehead against Perpetua’s. It feels shockingly intimate, without the mask on, and Perpetua laughs softly and pulls him into a kiss.
“Do you want to stay the night?” he asks. He tries not to think too loudly about how much he wants the answer to be yes. He probably doesn’t succeed.
“Yeah,” Rain says, and the sparkle in his eyes tells Perpetua he’s given everything away.
Perpetua just hums happily and leans in to kiss him, again. He can live with that.