redamancy ❣︎ ghost fics & drabbles

the polaroid collection: mountain

mountain x swiss

smut

!! frottage, masturbation, slight scent kink

Mountain is a predictable ghoul. Detail oriented. A strict schedule follower...

Every morning he gets up at the same time and puts on the same mud-stained apron over his work clothes, brews himself a steaming cup of coffee with a splash of milk and two sugars, and heads out to the greenhouse. He works for about four hours, sometimes more to ensure everything is growing and green, lifting heavy bags of dirt over his broad shoulders and organizing a million containers of seeds with calloused fingers until he's sore. Then he'll head back in towards the den around lunchtime and place his dirt-covered sandals right outside the door, dusting off his clothes on the lawn to make sure he doesn't spatter the stone slab in front of the door with soil – because it would be so rude of him to leave such a tiny mess for someone else to step in.

It's almost infuriating how perfect he is.

But after he gets a bite to eat, eating the leftovers in the fridge and scrubbing the dirty dishes, he then disappears into his bedroom to cleanse his body of the lingering filth of the gardens. And for the majority of his packmates, they believe that that is where his strenuous morning routine ends; a nice, relaxing bath. What they don't know is that the earth ghoul always takes a lengthy, less-than-glamorous moment to jerk his rock hard, stress-induced erection to completion before hopping into the bath.

Always.

It's like clockwork at this point. Swiss listens for his heavy footsteps outside the hall, listens for the quiet click of his bedroom lock, and then it's only a matter of minutes before the soft groans begin floating in through the old vent connecting their rooms. It's a blessing it's there, really. It's like music to Swiss' ears when he hears him. That big, sweet, considerate ghoul with a huge heart and an even bigger dick...

Oooh and he really likes it when Mountain works longer hours than usual, because it means that he can smell him. And fuck does he smell delightful. A dizzying combination of sweat and stress and lustful pheromones that drive the multi ghoul absolutely mad despite only being able to imagine what he looks like on the other side. He wants to eat him up, get a taste, and it doesn't help that he stinks particularly strong today.

His feet carry him out of his desk chair and through Mountain's bedroom door before he can fully process the possibility that Mountain may not be alone. Cock already generously tenting the front of his shorts, the sight of the ghoul half-naked on his bed with his fist wrapped around his dick is almost enough to make him forget entirely about the camera clutched in his hand.

He looks really good – Swiss knew he would. He's got his tight undershirt bunched up around his chest to keep it out of the way and his dirtied cargos are bundled in a heap around his ankles. The sudden intrusion into his space has the earth ghoul more than surprised, his cheeks pink and his breathing heavy, but Swiss doesn't care.

Upon bursting in, Mountain's scent had hit him in the face like the bus they ride around in during tour. So gross, so pungent, so thick. Swiss watches as his hand struggles to fight between continuing to get himself off or hiding himself away. Nostrils flaring, pupils dilating... Mountain cups his balls with his other hand under Swiss' intense gaze, suddenly insecure.

"Hey, big guy," Swiss says, an unnatural lilt to his voice as he gives the other ghoul a big, toothy smile.

The suspicion doesn't leave Mountain's features as the multi ghoul stalks closer, eyes raking over the other's form like he's sizing him up. Then he finds the camera in his grasp and things begin to click into place at the same time that the heavy wooden door clicks into its frame. That look of confusion contorts into something cunning, his lips curling into a smirk as his fingers flex around the base of his shaft, wiggling the tip like a worm in front of a hungry fish.