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ace up my sleeve - phantom x mountain

anonymous asked: Bratty Mountain. He deserves to be on the other side of it for once, as a little treat you know? He's acting up, testing the new ghoul to see if he means business (he does)

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Phantom has been settling in well. He's a quick learner, gets along with everyone, is never angry, he's truly the perfect ghoul to have around. Not to also mention that he's sweet and energetic, charming in all the right ways, but he's also young. Really young. Even for a ghoul he's far younger in his years than anyone else. Where some ghouls in the den are pushing multiple millennia, Phantom can't possibly have more than 200. Even Sunshine, who at one point had been the youngest, just added a revolution to her 800-something. And there's nothing wrong with a young ghoul. He's well past maturity–responsible and independent–but he's still in what Copia once described as the equivalent of the 'teenager phase.'

He eats through everything they have in the kitchen, rifles through the pantry and the freezer just to grumble about there being 'nothing good', stays up for days at a time playing video games on the console he stole from the common room until someone has to turn it off and tear open his curtains... but he's also unbelievably horny. And it's painfully obvious.

The smallest things turn him on. He'd popped a boner at the sight of Cumulus walking past his room towards the laundry in a plain cotton bralette, excused himself from their lake day last week right after Rain rolled his shorts up impossibly higher while sunning on the lawn, and even yesterday the smallest sliver of Swiss' exposed tummy while he reached upwards for his morning stretch sent the ghoul into a stuttering, inarticulate loss for words between bites of his waffle. Everything gets him worked up and not once has he asked someone to help him. Mountain is going to change that.

It's late at night when Mountain considers making his first move. He's walking through the halls with a handful of dirty dishes when he hears the ghoul groaning in frustration through the heavy walnut door that guards his bedroom. The gap between the floor and the bottom edge of the door gives him away, evidence of worn floorboards and leveled stone underneath. It's a rookie mistake to not invest in some sort of soundproofing. It's not the first time the earth ghoul has heard him, but usually he doesn't sound so... exerted. It's clear he's been at it for a while with no sign of release, and Mountain stops right outside that door, listens as he groans and grunts and curses between gritted teeth and listens to the little fap fap fap as his hand flies over his shaft. Even with the door closed he smells delicious. He almost bends at the waist to set down his dishes and invite himself in but something in his head tells him not to. He shouldn't. He doesn't want to scare him. He doesn't want to embarrass the ghoul or make him uncomfortable. A ghoul's bedroom is their sacred space, afterall. So he shakes off the thought instead and finishes taking his dishes to the sink. He goes to bed and dreams up more natural approaches to getting the ghoul on his dick.

Turns out it's a lot harder than it seems.

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He finds his first attempt in the common room, where the game console has been returned due to popular demand, and Phantom sits engrossed in one of Dew's first-person shooters. He fails to acknowledge when Mountain saunters in and settles in one of the armchairs, lounging lazily with his arms up and his legs spread. He's fresh from a nap and dressed solely in an old pair of gray sweats. He hadn't bothered to throw on a shirt or pull on a pair of boxers, especially after being woken up to obnoxious game noises, and had instead toyed around with himself in the haze of waking up in the middle of the day. He sits, watches with faux interest, and his cock sits pretty against his thigh–just enough to be obvious but not alarming to anyone else who may wander through.