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cum bulge - dew x mountain

anonymous asked: Pink... pink pls can we get cum bulge or something with Dew and Mountain? I'm on my knees begging

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"I know you can take another one–you can–you want it?"

"Yes," Dew grunts in between Mountain's thrusts pistoning into his ass, mouth open wide, breathing hard. He's so full of Mountain's cum already, it leaks from his hole and sticks to his thighs, but Mountain keeps giving it to him, keeps promising him more, and he can't find it in himself to say no. They've been going for what feels like hours. Dew's legs feel like jelly, his hole abused.

"I'm gonna give it to you–gonna–oh–" The hold on his skinny hips tightens impossibly tighter and in a moment he's falling boneless in Mountain's hands as he floods his ass with another load.

Dew's cum so many times that he hasn't even gotten close in the last thirty minutes. He's painted Mountain's and his own chest in his own spend and his cock is so thoroughly spent, so sensitive, that the slightest brush of the underside of his head against Mountain's stomach makes him cry out in overstimulation. Mountain's in rut, it hits every year around this time, and Dew just happened to be the (un)lucky guy to take his knot... Over and over and over again. The big guy's insatiable, relying on stamina rather than instinct to drive him to completion, and Dew doesn't know how much longer he can take it.

"Look," Mountain grunts. He slows his thrusts and leans the little ghoul back on his cock. "Look how pretty your belly is."

Dew looks down, down at the messy skin of his stomach, and what he sees makes his breath catch in his throat and his dick jump for the first time in many minutes. The usually flat plane of his stomach is round, bulging just under the soft skin near his belly button. Pretty. Mountain thrusts up and pushes his huge cock wholly inside, hitting Dew deep in those sensitive areas and sending him mewling. "Look," Mountain says again and slides the palm of his hand from his hip around to his belly. He pushes into the soft flesh, feeling himself inside there and moaning low and drawn out when he feels himself inside. "So pretty."

Dew hums, drops his eyes to Mountain's hand pushing in and in and in. His face feels impossibly hot along with every inch of his skin.

"Just imagine how pretty you'll look when you catch. When your belly swells all big with my kit."

"Wait–what?"

"Gonna breed you so good, get you so full that there's no way you won't catch."

Dew sputters, places his hands on Mountain's pecs and tries to push away but Mountain wraps his hands around his back, pulls him down flush on his cock and into his strong chest. Dew shakes his head, "Wait, dude. Cmon–"

"You want it, I know you do. I can feel you around me, pulling me in, begging for my seed..."

Mountain attaches himself to Dew's neck, adds to the necklace of purple and red bruises around his collarbones with sharp teeth and tongue. Dew claws at sweaty skin, carves lines down his chest. Mountain groans, holds him tighter and gives him another mind melting thrust that sends Dew's eyes rolling into the back of his skull. "Fuck, Mountain. What's gotten into you?"

"Just keep taking it. One more. Can you do that for me? One more–that's all it'll take..."

Dew wants so badly to object, to tell the massive ghoul off and tell him to knock it off, but the rut-lost look on his features is too much to deny and his dick is too good, too hard in his ass, and he looks down, cries out when he realizes his dick is filling back out against his own desires. The bulge in his tummy continues to swell.

Mountain wraps his arms tight around the ghoul's waist, lifts him up so he can lick over the center of his sternum, and slams him back down in once motion sending the ghoul reeling for purchase on his shoulders. His thrusts stay brutal and bruising after that and Dew holds on for the ride. The head of his cock rubs against Mountain's belly, drags through the mousey hair that leads from his chest all the way down and tickles his frenulum. He's close before he realizes it, fueled by the desperate noises that fall from Mountain's lips and the ever-growing bulge of his knot against his hole. "Cmon, Mount," he gasps. "Give it to me."

"You want it?"

Dew cringes, nods despite knowing what the ghoul really wants. "Yeah, I want it."

"Then beg for it."

And against all thoughts in his brain, he does.