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rain braids dew's hair

anonymous asked: Hey what if you did a short lil thing about Rain playing with Dew's hair and they both get horny?? I love your writing btw it's so freaking good and wonderfully descriptive

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Rain looks gorgeous when he emerges from the lake, dark hair slicked back, eyelashes dark and damp stuck together in doll-like clumps. The scales on the tops of his shoulders and the crown of his forehead shine like opal in the bright light of the summer sun, shifting and disappearing before Dew's eyes as they camouflage back under more human-like skin.

On the grassy bank, Dew lies outstretched on their shared blanket taken right off of the water ghoul's bed, drying off from the dip he took a little earlier. Droplets of water stick to the insides of his thighs, mingling with beads of sweat. His hair fans outwards, messy like a golden halo around his head and still stringy and damp with the texture of the lake. The little hairs along his hairline have long gone white with the sun. When Rain comes back to him, shaking the water from his hair like a dog after a bath, he pushes himself up to make room for the water ghoul. His hair falls lazy in front of his face.

"You looked comfy, I didn't mean to make you get up," Rain says as he settles back down on his place on their blanket. One of his hands reaches up to comb golden locks back behind a pointed ear, but his fingers get stuck in tiny knots and it's almost useless to even try. He doesn't want to pull. Dew gathers it all in his hands and tosses it behind his shoulder.

"I can't lie, I would've loved to see you stand over me for a little while more."

"I bet you would."

Both ghouls laugh, staring out into the calm surface of the lake while Rain leans back on his elbows to bask in the heat and Dew worries with tiny tangles stuck in his earrings. For a while he lets him work at them in silence, pulling and picking and pinching at hair until it unravels and returns back to its natural state, but Rain notices the way that the fire ghoul is becoming increasingly irritated and frustrated. He huffs, curses under his breath when one tricky knot refuses to come apart and Rain knows he won't ask for help, but he's also not going to let him tear his hair out of his head, either.

"Let me help?" He asks, still reclined in case Dew shrugs him off. "Pulling at it is only going to make it worse."

Dew gives it one more try, pulls at the knot with the sharp tips of his claws, and actually manages to tear a few strands. They float down into the grass like fallen feathers. Rain is up on his bottom before Dew can do any more damage.

"No, nuh uh, stop. You're going to hurt yourself if you keep yanking on it like that."

Dew ceases his trying and silently gives in, dropping his hands into his lap and maneuvering his body perpendicular when Rain lays a hand on his shoulder and guides him into a better position to help. Rain begins with the knot in his earring, carefully unwrapping the remaining strands from around the metal and leaning in close to untangle that stupid knot that caused him so much trouble. It comes apart easier than he expected, and with only two more strands lost. He'll mourn them anyways.

Dew sighs when Rain combs his hair back and out of his face. His claws rake nicely over his scalp and tickle at his skin. It sends a shiver down his spine that makes Rain chuckle and do it again to get those runaway strands that fall around his temples. He combs through golden hair carefully with his fingers and consciously tries to avoid the trickier knots when he runs his hands from his nape to the bottom of his back where his hair stops. With a little bit of tedious work and lots of patience, he gets it nice and smooth and combs it back over his scalp once more so he can separate it into three equal sections and begin to braid it.

He gets about a third of the way through when he notices how quiet Dew's gone. He sits with his face tilted towards the sky and the beginnings of a pink burn high on his cheeks. He's so pretty like this. These are the moments that Rain loves most with the fire ghoul. He resumes his braiding, twisting the sections over each other in their pattern and grabbing more hair from behind his ears to add to the braid. Dew hums, pleased with the feeling of his hands in his hair, and Rain laughs through his nose at the noise. The fire ghoul cracks open an eye.

"What's so funny?"

"You look like you're enjoying this."

Dew shrugs, "Yeah, well I can't help it. Feels good. So what if my dick thinks so, too?"

Rain pauses his ministrations and stares at the back of the ghouls head, his brows furrowed in confusion. "Huh?"

"What?"

Rain leans forward with the half-finished braid still held between his fingers and peers over Dew's shoulder to look down into his lap, and he shouldn't be as surprised as he is to see the fire ghoul generously tenting his swim shorts.

"You're ridiculous, you know?" He tuts with feigned annoyance and leans back again on his ass, resuming his braid and flying towards the end with precise, quick fingers. The whole time Dew sits there and palms at his crotch, reveling in the feeling of a million tiny tugs at his scalp that concentrate themselves in his balls. "You try to do something good for a guy..."

When Rain gets to the end he ties the end with his own personal elastic from his wrist and scoots in closer, stretching his legs out to either side of Dew's hips and pressing his chubby cock to the small of his back. Dew hums again, pleased, and opens his mouth to make some smart remark, but Rain stops him when he wraps Dew's braid around his fist and pulls hard, jerking the ghoul's head back and onto his right shoulder. Now, so, so close and staring directly into the harsh light of the sun, Dew squeezes his eyes shut and moans nice and pretty when Rain's other hand trails up from his chest to rest snug against his neck. Rain's still slightly damp. Droplets of water stuck to his chest transfer themselves to Dew's back and the wet fabric of his shorts leaves a wet patch up against his ass. Dew waits, sighing against where Rain has begun to nuzzle against his cheek, open-mouthed and lazy. He brushes his lips over Dew's and drops his chin to nibble gently at his bottom lip, making him whine for real touch and a taste of his mouth.

"Promise me one thing, Dew?"

"Hmm?"

"Leave the hair pulling to someone else..."

Dew doesn't even get a chance to answer before Rain pulls again and connects their lips.