Ghost Oneshots & Ficlets

Ghorgasm [Swiss x Dew 1/2]

When (or how) they had gotten to this point, Dew had no idea. But he wasn't complaining. He was in pure bliss, enjoying the way his mind became hazy and his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and the way Swiss' hips rocked into his, driving him deeper into the bed.

Swiss reached forward and hooked his right arm under Dew's, the other holding them up, and thrusted into the fire-ghoul, nuzzling his nose into his lover's neck and pretty blond hair.

The fire-ghoul was drooling now and Swiss couldn't help the low, guttural growl that escape his throat. Something about seeing his lover so weak and so submissive and in such pleasure because of him ignited something inside of him and only caused the churning in his stomach and the burn in the soles of his feet to intensify.

"Fuck Dew—" he hissed. The multi-ghoul craned his neck and grazed his fangs along Dew's pretty pale skin, sinking them in just above his collarbone. Dew cried out and came, soaking the sheets beneath them but Swiss wasn't done with him just yet. He continued to thrust up into the ghoul, emitting small gut-punched noises from him until the burn in his soles and the queasy feeling in his stomach turned into something much more and he came with a growl, burying himself to the hilt inside of his lover.

Dew was somewhere else. His mind was blank and his eyes were rolled back into his head and the drool on his cheek was drying now. He had a small smile on his face and it only made Swiss smile too.

"You still with me firelily?" the vocalist asked. He didn't give his lover time to answer, however, because he began to grind their hood together, fucking his seed deeper into the smaller ghoul. He finished after a moment, pulling out and peppering kissed all over Dew's pretty skin.

"You're so out it it," Swiss chuckled lightly. "You were amazing, fire cracker."

"Mmh," Dew hummed, "I know. Always am."