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cornflower blue - swiss x phantom

swiss x phantom

smut

anal sex, soft sex, crying

Phantom is crazy for how large Swiss is. He always has been. Since the day he was summoned and that massive ghoul offered him his hand to pull him from the floor. He'd done so with ease, wrapped his fingers almost all the way over his own, and ever since then the quintessence ghoul had been out of his mind.

It didn't take long for the massive ghoul to pin him down, hold him to the mattress with a single hand on the center of his chest or between his shoulder blades. He loves how little strength it takes. How he can make him fold with a single push of a finger. And he loves even more how broad he is. He makes him feel weak. Small and bird-boned, like Dewdrop. It makes him dizzy.

The bed frame creaks under the weight of Swiss moving Ant on his dick like a toy. He holds his hips in a bruising grip, uses the strength of his arms alone to lift him up and down in a consistent pattern that has Ant brainless and focused on the way that his biceps flex and his veins bulge gorgeously from underneath speckled, gray skin.

"You with me, Bug?" He asks, breathless and labored. Ant nods. Swiss gives him one last good thrust that makes him whine before he lifts him off his lap with ease and carefully guides him down onto his back. Swiss follows him fluidly, never leaving too much space between them or falling out of reach. There's an invisible chain locked between their hearts. He settles between his legs. Skinny ankles lock him in tight at the small of his back. When Swiss sinks back in deep and presses them flush, Phantom sighs when his broader hips open him up wider, make his ligaments ache with the stretch and the weight of his body on his own. Swiss wraps an arm under the back of his shoulders and holds himself up with the other bent just beside his head and with it Phantom becomes completely consumed by his body, his scent, his warmth.

His shoulders are nearly twice as broad as his own, and strong. Phantom traces his hands across the span of them with open palms. They ripple with heavy muscle, tense and retract with every expert roll of his hips, and he traces the pretty lines of them all the way down his arms before feeling back up again and descending down his back with the pads of his fingers, dimpling the flesh as he goes. Swiss hums and gazes down into mismatched eyes, memorizing the irregular patterns of his irises, but Phantom isn't looking back. He's fixed on the slight spatter of golden freckles on the multi ghoul's face. He's seen them up close a million times–he knows where each one lies by memory–but he stays there anyways, memorizing him the way that Swiss memorizes his soul. It feels like reading your favorite book for the umpteenth time, watching a movie you can quote word-for-word... Nothing about either of their bodies is a surprise anymore, but it's still so fascinating to explore. Every touch and glance over a different section of skin feels like it did the first time. Special. Wholly beautiful, and belonging to the other. They could never get bored of each other. Hands continue to wander down, down towards where things aren't so calm and serene, and skinny arms stretch impossibly further to grab at muscular cheeks and suggest a little more. Swiss fucks him so hard a spring in the mattress snaps.

The room stinks of sex.

They reek of each other.

Phantom keens when the hand wrapped around the back of his shoulders travels upwards and into his hair, weaving through knots and messy waves to find a thick, heavy section and pull towards his nape. He tilts towards the ceiling, counts the waves and the spirals in the tresses and pretends like he doesn't notice Swiss disappear below his range of vision to attach himself to the now exposed and unmarked planes of his neck. Even his tongue is big, wide just as every other part of him is, and easily covers what feels like the entire length of his throat in hot, sticky saliva, right up to his ear. He nibbles on the lobe, makes the quintessence ghoul shiver and press his teeth together, all while the hand that once held him up starts to drag down that lithe body, slick with a tacky mixture of both of their sweat. He stops and settles right over his tummy. Right below his belly button where he's cushioned with a little mound of fat. He allows himself a moment to touch, to knead and feel at that soft skin he loves so much while he mouths and sucks little red marks onto his jaw, before dropping back into the junction between his shoulder and his neck at the same time that he really presses the heel of his hand in. A pleased mix between a hum and a growl is breathed out through Swiss' nose as he feels the bump of the head of his cock against the palm of his hand, through his belly. Phantom goes hot with flush. He squeezes his eyes shut, lets his jaw fall open and lax. As long as Swiss feels at himself through the fat of his tummy he feels like he can barely suck in a proper breath. Time feels like it's stopped. His head feels swimmy and light. Swiss makes him crazy.

The multi ghoul tilts his head up, forward, attaches their lips for the first time in what feels like hours and kisses him slowly. Almost too slow. Phantom's head spins faster and faster, contrasts with the movement of his lips, and he falls completely into how Swiss' mouth fully envelopes his own. He lets Swiss suck at his lips until they're shiny and swollen and opens his mouth further when he nips at his bottom lip with a single, sharp fang. When Swiss sucks on his tongue and drools languidly into his mouth, moans deep and pretty and loud, Phantom ceases to function entirely. His brain feels like soup. So do his bones. He allows him to drink him in–swallow his noises. Even like this, they're still not close enough.

Phantom feels up the column of Swiss' spine. He traces over every notch and bump with his fingers, counts them, and presses him closer until Swiss gets the message and smothers the smaller ghoul completely with his weight. He buries his face back into the quintessence ghoul's neck, breathing in his sweet scent and the smell of his sweat and wraps his arms under his back and forces him into a sudden and tricky arch. The weight of the entire ghoul on top of him alongside the slight change in angle punches the air violently from his lungs with every thrust.

Swiss struggles to fuck Phantom properly with their close proximity. The lack of space between them and the crushing hold the quintessence ghoul has around his back means that his thighs, back, and glute muscles scream and burn with exertion and unfamiliar stretch, but he's in too deep, too overcome with the desire to fill the ghoul with his spend and feel their own smeared against his skin in return. He cants his hips and gives him the best he can offer, and although he isn't able to pull all the way out, he's grinding impossibly deep into his guts and torturing his prostate in a way that he isn't completely aware of. The noises that fall from Phantom's lips are euphoric and endless, high and low, and punched and beautiful, and Swiss nips at already bruised skin with his teeth, turns it purple.

Phantom cranes his neck to the side and buries his face the best he can into dense curls. He gets lost in them, in his scent that is so strongly concentrated there. Woodsmoke, and weed, a slight hint of coffee and vanilla. It makes his dick throb. His skin feels so sensitive. Alight with desire and overwhelming emotion. The scratch of swiss' chest hair against his nipples makes him whine. He feels like he could cry. The multi ghoul grinds deep, grunts against his skin, and Phantom's belly begins to tighten and tickle ever so slightly. He abandons his hold on his back. Instead, holds him tight around his neck and breathes him in with shaky, deep breaths.

A few more deep, grinding thrusts are all Swiss needs to tense tight and bury himself deep in the quintessence ghoul, filling him with his seed and claiming him as his own for the thousandth time with that sacred bite to the sensitive part of his neck. The sound of his moans, rich in pleasure and relief, the feeling of his love, the warmth of his cum, and the heavy, uneven panting of his breath against his collarbones are more than enough to send Phantom flying over the edge into his own trembling orgasm. He chokes on his voice when it finally breaks, and shakes as he spills into the non-existent space between their bodies. When Swiss gives him three more miniscule, shallow thrusts just to fuck his seed that much deeper into him, it spreads thin between their torsos and sticks in the dense, curly hair on Swiss' stomach. Swiss kisses chastely at sweaty skin, worships the marks he made and apologizes for the ones that broke pretty skin. Phantom's shaking never ceases.

They hold each other tight and suffocatingly close until they've both come down from their highs, and even when it's all over and Swiss begins to soften, Phantom refuses to let him go. Swiss won't even think about it until he does. It's always been this way. He relaxes the harsh grip he's held on his hair and instead opts for petting through silky locks and raking his claws lightly over his scalp, trying to ease the tension in the quintessence ghoul's muscles and the adrenaline screaming through his veins. He'll be okay. He'll make sure he is.

A single tear escapes down the dark side of Phantom's cheek and into his hair, seeping through until it wets Swiss' face. "Shhhhhh," the multi ghoul whispers, lifting his head just enough to find those pretty, glassy eyes and assure him he's going to be okay, that he's in safe arms. That he loves him so, so much. And when Phantom begins to cry more, sobs wracking his skinny body and overcoming the shaking in his muscles, Swiss smothers his cries with his mouth. Holds him closer.

Phantom never wants to break for air.