The Space Between - Aether x Dewdrop (Nameless Ghouls)

The Space Between

The post-show adrenaline is always so intense. The nerves beforehand, the roaring of the audience during, both Aether and Dew feed off that kind of energy like the beats that they are. That energy doesn't just go away once the bows are done, it lingers in their veins, a fire licking at skin and burning just below the surface.

Once they're off stage Dew takes Aether by the hand and pulls him into the nearest storage closet and twists the lock behind him. Their masks are set aside with care and Aether flips Dew around, pushes him up against the wall and Dew lets himself be moved without hesitation. Aether's hands are gentle, reverent but deliberate when they find their place at Dew's hips and then up to his waist.

As his hands wrap around, the length of his body presses up against Dew's back from chest to thigh. Dew sighs happily when Aether's chin finds his shoulder and he nuzzles his way into Dew's neck, peppering little dry kisses as he goes. Dew would find it too soft if it were anyone other than Aether, but softness has always been one of Aether's best qualities.

Another of his best qualities is most notably his size. Aether is bigger than him in all of the right ways - in his height that makes it feel like he towers over Dew in such close proximity like this, in his strong arms that lead down to wonderfully torturous, big hands and thick fingers, and in his strong thighs where they're pressed up against Dew's backside. He's strong in his own right but not as strong as Aether, and he's found that to definitely be a turn on for him. Every inch of him drives Dew wild. Aether could pick him up and throw him around and perhaps he could fight it, but he knows he wouldn't want to.

With Aether pressed so close along his back all he can think, feel, smell, is Aether. They're both sweaty from the show but the sweat only makes the pheromones they're both sending out even sweeter. Aether smells like ownership and comfort, like home , all at the same time. Certainly Aether can smell it too, smell his submission like a calling card and the neediness setting in his bones.

Aether's busy though, he has plans to see through. He smooths his hand up Dew's waist to his shoulder and finally to his hair where he brushes Dew's long hair over to his shoulder and safely out of the way of his planned warpath. He wraps himself around Dew again, arms around Dew's chest and links their hands together over his heart to pull him in close. Being completely enveloped in Aether's arms is always a comfort to him, something he asks for on occasion to relax him or center him, or just at a need for intimacy, but here and now it's a very different feeling.

Dew moans softly under his breath when Aether's tongue meets his skin. His long, tapered tongue out licks at the Dew's collarbone and traces the tendons in his sensitive neck. Dew only beckons him in further by tilting his head and encouraging him to get close and do as he pleases.

"You're so easy . You want it so bad, don't you?" Aether purrs into his neck.

"Shut up ." He groans but Aether just smiles against his skin. At any other time Dew might flip him off for that. He'd be embarrassed by his willingness and the sheer eagerness to do whatever Aether tells him to do but right now, wrapped in Aether's arms, it's not even a second thought to give Aether all of himself. Aether does not take that offering or his trust for granted. He knows no one else gets this side of Dew, and that this is reserved only for him.

Aether gives a little apologetic kiss and follows up his tongue with his teeth, dragging his pointed fangs across Dew's sweat damp flesh. The contrast of wet, soft tongue to sharpened teeth makes the hair on Dew's neck stand on end. It's in their ghoulish nature to want to bite down hard and inflict pain, especially when Aether knows that's what Dew's body is asking him for, but he must remain careful and woefully reserved as he goes. He drops Dew's hand in favour of grabbing him by the nape of his neck to move him into the right angle. Dew's surprised gasp morphs to a moan at the sudden roughness of being manhandled. Then there's sharp teeth nibbling where his neck meets his shoulder and it doesn't escape him that in this position, Aether could literally tear out his throat if he wanted to. He's not sure why that fact turns him on so much.