Ghost Oneshots /// Ships (pt.1)

🔞 Swiss x Perpetua - Kiss

Dom: Swiss
Sub: Perpetua

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Lucifer, it was so easy to rile that man up. A kiss was all it had needed to get their new papa into a state of pure embarrassment, and Swiss watched with nothing but amusement. Perpetua was very different to Copia. He was shy. He talked less than his twin, stayed composed throughout the entire show and he didn't put on any freaky moves. 'How boring,' Swiss had thought. Nothing funny happened the first three shows, and he knew he had do something about it. Something to ease the tension on the stage. When Perpetua had come over to his own personal little stage, Swiss had used the opportunity. 

He leaned down without warning, catching Perpetua's lips into a kiss that was far too deep for the stage. It wasn't sweet - It was all teeth and smirk, Swiss pressing his mouth hard enough that the poor papa stumbled back a bit. The crowd roared, but Swiss only winked as he pulled away, leaving Perpetua blinking and breathless. It hadn't lasted long, but Swiss could tell exactly what it done to V. Perpetua was a mess - stiff, flushed, and already trying to rush through the encore. Swiss smirked. Perfect.

As Perpetua rushed backstage after their bow, Swiss quickly followed, and he just so managed to reach the dressing room and slipped inside before the door could shut. The multi ghoul stood at the door for a moment, wearing a cocky smirk - like usual - and watching V standing at his mirror, breathing heavily. He could smell the other man's arousal all across the room, and it drove him absolutely wild. With a couple long strides he was right behind the papa, hands on his waist, pulling him back against his hardening cock. Perpatua blushed, looking up to catch Swiss' gaze in the mirror, seeing that smirk plastered across his face. They exchanged no words - the need was raw enough for them to know what they wanted.

They acted fast; Perpetua slipped the half mask he wore off his face, letting it fall down to the dressing table with a clinking sound he really couldn't care less about. The suit he wore was ripped off his body, though he could tell that despite the tension and lust, Swiss still tried to be careful to not actually tear it apart. Swiss groaned low in his throat, feeling just how hard V was already through the thin layer of his boxer briefs that were all he was still wearing. Swiss felt, and saw a wet spot in the mirror, where the pre-cum had already soaked through the thin fabric. What a desperate little thing he was.

Swiss was about to say something - to whisper something teasing, taunting or filthy into the papa's ear - when suddenly Perpetua moved around. Fast. Before the poor ghoul could react, V had grabbed him by the collar, pushing him back and making them stumble across the room, until Swiss' legs hit the sofa, and he let himself fall down, Perpetua landing on top of him with a soft grunt. Even before Swiss had managed to collect himself, V had moved to straddle the ghoul's lap, his eyes dark and swimming with a mixture of lust and need. Swiss felt Perpetua's hands grabbing onto his shoulders, his unnaturally long nails digging into his flesh just hard enough to leave marks behind. There was none of the initial shyness to be seen. It was as if the antipope was someone else entirely. His flushed face was contorted into something raw - into desperate hunger.

Swiss felt excitement rushing through him, the change in the other a very welcoming one. His gaze darkened as well, hands finding Perpetua's hips and getting a tight hold on him, "aw, you're so desperate, Papa..." "Shut up," V panted, grinding his hips down against Swiss' aching cock, his voice getting sharper "and fuck me." The ghoul chuckled darkly, the sound coming out as a deep rumble. His hips bucked up to meet Perpetua's. He didn't think he would ever see his new Papa this way - didn't know he even had it in him - but lucifer it was hot. It went straight to Swiss' cock, making it kick and leak in way too tight pants. Perpetua was panting, body jerking from the force of their hard-ons rubbing together so roughly.