Ghost Oneshots /// Ships (pt.1)

🔞 Mountain x Phantom - Drum Sticks

Dom: Phantom 
Sub: Mountain 

Oh?

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The quintessence ghoul sat on the sofa, his arms crossed as he stared at the wall and tried to ignore the voices around him. He hated how easy it was to rile him up, and how much his pack mates used every opportunity to tease him, even about the most simply things. He hated how it would work, every, single, time. He tapped his foot on the ground, trying to calm himself down, to not listen to Dew's and Mountain's endless jokes and comments. He knew they would only continue if he would snap again and again and again. They had fun seeing him angry after all.

"Seriously, no one ever fucked up the rhythm in a song that bad. Phantom really is the first one" Sodo said with a smirk, looking at Phantom to see his reaction, while actually saying it to Mountain. Phantom ignored it, but his jaw clenched slightly. "Literally, he has even worse rhythm than seestor" Mountain replied with a chuckle as he leaned back with an almost goofy grin. Again, Phantom ignored it, but it got harder. He just messed up in one song, once, but those two just wouldn't stop nagging him since the past hour. There was one comment after the other, and by now his blood was boiling. "Maybe we should start from the very beginning and teach him rhythm basics. It's your lucky day Phantom, I'm the drum-" Mountain wanted to continue, but was cut off when the quintessence ghoul suddenly snapped.

"How about I take your damn drum sticks and shove them up your ass!" he almost yelled and finally looked over at the earth ghoul. The two older ghouls quickly fell silent, their eyes a little wide in surprise from the small outburst. Sodo quickly got over his surprise though and laughed his ass off, while the earth ghoul stayed silent, just staring at Phantom in something like disbelief. He couldn't help but think the look in Phantom's eyes looked so... sincere?, as if he really meant what he said. "You wouldn't dare-" he said, but again Phantom interrupted him. "Oh I would, trust me" he muttered, a hint of a growl behind his tone. He wasn't normally like this. He wasn't one to show dominance often, if at all. 

Much to Phantom's surprise, but liking, Mountain did stop to tease and make comments. The earth ghoul was simply too surprised, both by the outburst and even more by the choice of words. They stuck with him the whole day, and he just couldn't forget about them. So much that later that day, when it was already late and most of the ministry was asleep, Mountain sat on his bed, questioning himself. There he sat, on his bed and stared at his drum sticks. He couldn't quite describe what those words had done to him, but he was actually thinking about it himself now. Just to feel it. After staring for another few minutes, he figured it didn't matter. He was alone, everyone else was already asleep, so he had every right to be curious.

He moved to his bedside table and rummaged through until he found some lube. He then quickly stripped of his jeans and threw them somewhere on the ground. He normally was a pretty neat and tidy person, but right now he couldn't care less. He swallowed thickly as he then kneeled down and took the sticks, lubing them up with some long strokes. The longer he smeared the lube over them, the more he wasn't sure anymore if he could take it and if it would even feel nice at all. But he had already made up his mind, so he took a deep breath and lifted himself up, positioning one of the drum sticks at hole.

With a final shaky sigh, he closed his eyes and slowly lowered himself down again. His hand around the stick tightened, and he couldn't help and let out a gasp and a low groan as he felt the stick sink deeper inside him. It felt so oddly good, in a way. So good at least, that he started to bounce on the stick. So good that he even got a damn boner from it. More moans fell from his parted lips, his breathing fast and ragged as he tried to keep himself in check.  

He didn't realized what happened on the other side of the door. That Phantom stood there, shamelessly listening through the door. The quintessence could tell what Mountain was doing. Pleasuring himself of course, and he couldn't help but hope that he did what he thought he did. Not thinking about it another second, he opened the door and walked in, his grin spreading wider as he took in the scene. "I thought I should do that?" he asked and strolled over to the bed, after closing the door behind him. Phantom climbed onto the bed, looking at Mountain who stared back in utter shock. But the earth ghoul was too deep in pleasure to even properly care at this point. If he was being honest, he'd actually like to have Phantom fuck him with his drum sticks instead.

The smaller ghoul chuckled and shook his head, taking the second stick, that was already perfectly lubed up and ready to use. "Why don't you let me take it from here?" he murmured, placing a finger on Mountain's chest and gently pushing him back so that he fell onto his back. Mountain immediately let go of the drum stick, and swallowed thickly as he watched how Phantom took the second one as well. "Satanas... please be careful..." he muttered, but Phantom just chuckled. "You'll feel great~" he purred back and wrapped his hand around the stick that was still buried inside of Mountain, who hissed at the slightest movement.

With a smirk, the younger one shuffled closer, spreading Mountain's legs as he sat between them, positioning the second stick at his entrance and slowly pushing it in. He made sure that his eyes never left Mountain's, who looked so utterly blissed out. He could never get enough of the sight. Mountain could feel his eyes roll back into his skull, his lips parting as another deep groan escaped him. The drum sticks weren't thick, rather long. But still, the texture, the sensations... all of it was so absurd, and so amazing as well. It was not even to describe. And he couldn't put it into words how well Phantom did that as well. The way he moved them, at a steady rhythm, but then also just so... perfectly.

"Oh- Oh.... I'm gonna-" "Shh... just let it go..." Phantom interrupted, shoving the drum sticks further up, until he could feel them hit something. And by the sound Mountain made, it had to be his prostate. A smirk came to his face, and it only widened as he realized this was what made Mountain snap. That this had been what pushed him over the edge. He looked as Mountain came, as the white liquid coated  his own belly and some parts of his legs. Phantom made sure to continue moving the sticks, riding out the earth ghoul's high. "Well, you enjoyed that, didn't you?" Phantom asked with a chuckle and pulled them out, what let Mountain whimper a little before he caught himself.

"I... I didn't think it... it'd feel this good..." he breathed out, staring up at Phantom, his legs still spread as he sat there, all vulnerable and free to see. But he cared surprisingly little about it. The younger ghoul grinned widely and inspected the drum sticks for a moment. And then, he lifted them to his mouth and took them in, shoving them down his throat and sucking on them. Mountain gasped at the sight, feeling his legs twitch. "That's hot..." he simply stated, and he couldn't help and watch as Phantom licked off any excessive lube or whatever. "You mind if I stay the night?" he asked as he removed the sticks and threw them to the side. "Not at all" the earth ghoul quickly replied and opened his arms, in which Phantom quickly snuggled up.

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(1365 words)

(for  @Sodos_Bloody_Finger hope you're happy with it!)

Listen, I don't see Phantom much as a top, but I wanted at least one where he is, and this kinda made the most sense for me soooo... yeah 😭

(also this is part 60 already, wtf?)

- Luma