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asphalt meadows - mountain x aether

mountain x aether
smut
!! non-con elements (briefly), anal sex, degradation

Mountain has a stick up his ass.

He's been walking around for two weeks now just grumbling and snapping at anyone who tries to get close to him. He's managed to ruin two movie nights when he shoved Swiss and Sunshine off his lap and into the floor like they were something revolting, he takes naps alone in his room with his door locked tight, and his new thing is growling at anyone who places a hand on him in the common room. He constantly smells of lust and his eyes are always clouded and dark, and every ghoul in the den has tried at least once to offer him their body. His reaction is almost violent. He won't have any meaningful conversations with anyone either. Just sits there with a hard look in his eyes and glowers like they should know what his problem is. It's really beginning to get on Aether's nerves, and it's the moment that Mountain throws open Dew's bedroom door with enough force to send it buckling against its hinges that he decides he's had enough. He pushes himself up and off the couch, his book thrown unceremoniously to the floor, and rounds around the back to peer down the hall towards all the sudden commotion.

"What the hell, Mount?" Dew appears within the threshold of his room with a bewildered look in his eyes. He's completely naked except for the plaid boxers that he's still in the process of tugging up past his hips. Mountain ignores him and continues walking with heavy feet, his hands affixed to the front of his pants where he struggles with the button. The hallway is pungent with anger and lust and Dew keeps gesturing back and forth between the earth ghoul and Aether like he has a responsibility to do something and defend him.

The little shit.

Aether rolls his eyes.

And of course it doesn't stop there, because Dew saddles up right in front of him and starts to vent. His face is flushed and the scent that rolls off of him is ripe; cinnamon and sweet sex. The very obvious tent in his boxers also does not help to keep him fixed on the task at hand. He's a little too close for Aether's liking and he very gently pushes him backwards with a hand on his chest. It doesn't seem to register for him at all, too caught up in whatever just happened inside his room.

"I let the fucker suck my dick–and that's all fine– but when I tell him to fuck me he suddenly decides to draw the line?" He turns his head to project his voice down the hall towards where Mountain has just reached his room. "Hey asshole! Yeah, I'm talking about you!" Mountain's door slams behind him. The fire ghoul scoffs. "Can you believe that?"

And yes, he can. Because, fuck, how could he have been such an idiot? Mountain doesn't want to be fucked. He wants to be fucked. The realization causes a lopsided smile to play onto Aether's lips that he forces away before Dew catches it.

"I'm gonna talk to him," he says, pushing past the smaller ghoul.

"He's not going to fucking talk to you."