Ghost Band one-shots!

Swissdrop One-Shot: Stage Tease

   Swiss didn't hide his vulgar nature on stage, nor did Sodo. If anything, Sodo was the more outward one, unafraid of the occasional thrust or jack-off motion. Swiss was typically a little more... physical. And tonight, he'd gone too far, luckily for them both.

(small tw for somewhat CNC but consent is suggested throughout!)   

   Sodo looked down through the holes of his silver mask, peering at his fingers as they danced across the strings. He was hyperfocused on nailing his upcoming solo, and everything was going smoothly so far. His slender fingers slid from fret to fret, his right hand straining to keep rhythm alongside Rain's bass, he was about to complete it flawlessly-

   That's when he felt it. A strong arm wrapped around his body, a large hand palming his dick. From the feeling of a large figure pressed flush against his back, he immediately recognized them as Swiss. Sodo's fingers clenched up slightly, fumbling the last couple notes of his solo. He felt his face go bright red beneath the silver, and the touch alone was sending warmth coursing through his already heated body. His long, thin tail kinked up at the sensation, the fluff on the end bristling. His eyes widened in embarrassment- Swiss laughed heartily behind him and squeezed Sodo's lap slightly before returning to his podium.

   Sodo looked out at the large crowd, who didn't seem to mind that he messed up. In fact, they seemed enthralled with the sexual act, shouting for more. The entire situation had him a bit flustered, and the crowd noticed this as he held his guitar a bit lower than usual. He cussed silently under his breath. As he continued to play, getting back into rhythm as he tuned into Cardinal Copia's voice, he remembered he and Swiss were sharing a hotel room for the night before they headed to their next concert tomorrow. He was determined to get his revenge.

   After the concert, the ghouls loaded onto the band bus, with Jesus Kevin hopping into the driver's seat. Everyone was chatting about the concert and listening to advice from a very exhausted Copia- everyone except for Sodo. His yellow eyes glared at Swiss, whose own brown eyes were crinkled in a grin. Swiss glanced to Sodo, cocking his head slightly in confusion. Sodo furrowed his brows further to demonstrate his frustration. He was met with a slight chuckle in response and complete dismissal. The fire ghoul felt a rage burning in his chest, and warmth pulsing to his lower body as he debated on Swiss's punishment.

   Back at the hotel, Swiss had already headed into the room before Sodo, clambering at the chance to choose his bed first. Sodo followed in after him, slamming the door and locking it shut with firm intention. Swiss glanced over to him. "Damn, Spitfire, what's up your ass?" 

   "You think you're fucking funny, teasing me on stage? Huh? You think that's fucking funny, getting me all hard in front of the fans?" Sodo snarled, approaching Swiss, who was sitting on the edge of a fresh-smelling bed. Swiss's eyes widened slightly.

   "Hey, calm down, Sodes. It's all part of the act," Swiss chuckled charmingly, running a calloused hand through his short, curly hair in exhaustion. But Sodo noticed the slight hesitation, the way Swiss's eyes creased as he spoke, the way his tail was flicking wildly. And then it hit him- Swiss's scent. Ghouls, like many other creatures, release a certain... smell when they become aroused. And Swiss's specific scent swam with notes of earthy cedar and firewood, overwhelming Sodo's sensitive nose. He growled in response and fumbled with his zipper. "Goddamn it, fuckin' look what you do to me," his gravelly voice mumbled. Swiss couldn't tell if the words were directed at him or not, but before he had time to ponder, Sodo's hardened dick sprung out right in front of him.

   "See what you've fuckin' done, Swiss? See what you did to me? Get on your fucking knees," Sodo demanded, his tail lashing as he crossed his arms impatiently. Swiss felt his dick twitch in his pants- it was usually him who topped Sodo, but hearing the fire ghoul's dominant commands made him want to melt. He raised his hands defensively, before sinking to his knees before the slender ghoul. He looked at the cock before him, already glistening with drops of precum, throbbing with a desperate need for attention.  He raised a large hand, wrapping it around the base of Sodo's length. Sodo let out a shaky breath but otherwise remained stoic. Swiss pumped his hand slowly up and down Sodo's shaft, his mouth salivating at the way the other ghoul tried to contain his pleasure.