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the polaroid collection: rain

swiss x rain

smut

!! sex toys, rain is a more than a little brainless, nipple play, overstimulation, intense "brainlessness", sub rain, sub drop, dom swiss, mean swiss (kind of), deep throating, biting, bruising, dumbification

!! some themes may be triggering, proceed with caution. Rain is completely submissive for swiss and is described as being "brainless" and with "blank eyes" while also being played with by the other. Everything in this chapter is completely consensual but the conversation is not explicitly mentioned in the chapter, only implied. Still, if any of these themes are not for you, please do not feel obligated to read <3

He looks so pretty like this — down on his knees.

Submissive.

Compliant.

The wetness brimming his eyes only adds to the twisted feeling Swiss feels in his gut as he leans over the water ghoul who is so nicely settled back on his calves and stripped bare. Wet, covered in a layer of sweat and soaked in a puddle of his own slick. His strong right hand rests gently against the front of Rain's neck, the calloused pads of his fingers pressing ever so gently into that artery there. He doesn't squeeze. He isn't cruel – not yet. He simply holds him there, still, where he sits while the blood beneath his skin pulses under his touch and Rain's breath hitches rhythmically under his palm. Waiting patiently in anticipation.

When his shoulders suddenly slump inwards and his abdominal muscles go tight, Swiss tsks. A soft click of the tongue – he cannot believe his own eyes. The water ghoul shudders and shivers like there's an electric current dancing just under his skin, and then he's cumming over the pretty skin of his thighs, cock twitching and jumping as it spurts weakly and adds to the mess of his other two orgasms that he's previously squirted over the top of them.

What a mess... Someone will have to clean this up.

Rain's jaw hangs lax and heavy against the thin webbing between Swiss' thumb and index finger and he watches as a little more light drains from his eyes despite how they shine so beautifully with his tears. A rich shade of brown goes dark and dull. Flooded with nothingness.

So dramatic, Swiss thinks...

He wouldn't have him any other way.

"Good," Swiss praises, nice and simple, and wipes away a tear with his thumb when it carves a thick line down his cheek. Just the feeling of his fingers on his face makes Rain fall further into his touch like a purring feline. Swiss traces the swell of his swollen lips and his dark lashes flutter, his eyes rolling back in his skull when the digit makes its way inside of his mouth to press down on the center of his tongue. His breath gets caught in his throat.

Swiss hums, considering his current state. If he wasn't carefully monitoring his quickening pulse with his hands he would've thought he was really choking him with the way his body reacts to simple gestures and prodding.

Perhaps he's dropped further than he thought.

Rain is so flushed with raw desire and blush that his usual, dusty blue hue is nearly purple. Lavender in color. Gorgeous. His chest blooms with patches of heat rash and shades of pastel and plum and is spattered with the other's release. He looks like art — like a canvas touched by Jackson Pollock – and Swiss is more than proud of his work.

But Satanas, what a mess he is...

The multi ghoul straightens up to his full height, bending at the waist only slightly to wrap a fist around the dainty gold chain connecting Rain's nipples and pull, tugging him forward by the jewelry while he gasps and cries out until his throat is raw.