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The moon was just rising, heavy and full, in the night sky. But Dewdrop was blind to its beauty. His gaze was firmly locked onto Swiss' immaculate form. The multi-Ghoul's pristine dress shoes clicked on the stone floor, returning to circle his bound lover like a ravenous predator.
Dew's arms were strung up above his head, wrenched nearly off his feet. The cuffs clinked as his clawed toes scraped the cool stones. He was feeling stretched out and vulnerable. The guitarist's tail flicked as he tried to keep his balance.
That tan, caramel skin looked unnaturally ethereal on Swiss, with his horns curving back against his skull. The multi-Ghoul's eyes were sharp and lethal; as intoxicating as always. Dew's heart hammered in his chest, completely at his lover's mercy. Swiss was oozing high-class Dom energy, more so than usual.
Dew would have been on his knees in an instant if he wasn't already strung up like a sacrifice, a gold chain draped between his nipple rings. The guitarist's horns were adorned with gilded cuffs, the end of his tail flashed with a glimmering ring.
The multi-Ghoul had slipped on the additional jewelry after he had restrained his Abyssal lover, adoring the regal contrast of the expensive gold against Dew's grey skin. The chilly metal had warmed quickly as it made contact with Dew's inflamed flesh.
Swiss dragged his claw up from Dew's clenching stomach, still trying to keep his feet, along his sternum, to the gilded chain at his chest, tugging the guitarist forward and nearly off of his feet. "Look at me…"
Swiss reached up slowly, Dew's eyes following the movement of his hand, to loosen his tie. The fire Ghoul stared as the multi-Ghoul slid a finger against the black silk noose at his throat and tugged it loose. Swiss' sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, his corded forearms flexing. Dew felt dizzy with arousal.
The fire Ghoul's cock strained between his thighs, stiff and dripping. Dew devoured his lover with his eyes, watching enraptured; imagining that he was going to get to see Swiss unwrap himself like the present that he was. But Dew was left wanting as Swiss tugged the tie free, the first few buttons of his crisp black shirt undone to reveal a smooth expanse of collarbone.
"Are you going to be good for me?" The multi-Ghoul's honeyed words made Dew's breath catch as Swiss wrapped the silk tie across his eyes, securing it. Dew smirked and chuckled to himself. The multi-Ghoul quickly flipped his lover the bird. No reaction, good. That meant he'd done his knot right.
The intoxicatingly sharp smell of the guitarist's cologne made Dew's cock leak even more. The tickly drip of his already-copious prejack dribbled down in a silvery thread between his feet.
Swiss briefly touched his fingertips to the beading head of Dew's shaft, swiping up his lover's excitement. Dew flinched at the brief contact, but stilled as Swiss held his fingers under Dew's nose, dragging his damp digits across the guitarist's lips, letting the fire Ghoul taste himself.
Dew's tongue lolled obediently past his teeth, getting even more aroused as his lover teased him with his own sweet prejack. "Look at how ready you are, and I've barely touched you."
Swiss left the guitarist to quiver at his words as he strode over to a velvet-covered table, strewn meticulously with his instruments for the night's session. He ran his fingers along the shaft of a crop and hefted it in his hand, watching as Dew flinched as Swiss smacked the flexible end of it experimentally against his palm.
"You're my good boy, right?" Swiss let the pad of the crop slide along the back of Dew's thigh. The guitarist tucked his tail between his legs, circling it around his calf, not wanting the extra-sensitive appendage to receive any unwanted blows. "Good boy," Swiss murmured as he thwacked the crop lightly against Dew's other thigh, right below the rounded curve of his backside.
The fire Ghoul tilted his head back with a reserved moan, trying to rein in his voice. But they were completely alone, with no one to hear if Dew even screamed. Swiss knew his sub's limits, and how much it mortified Dew to be observed while in such a position, but he knew that his lover needed some reassurance every now and then to feel safe enough to let loose.
"Don't worry, darling. No one will hear you. I promise." Swiss' words were as soothing as the smooth glide of the crop's leather pad. "Relax. You can just let it all out. Let me take care of you." The multi-Ghoul's fingers gripped Dew's chin, his dominant side now completely exposed.
"I want to hear you moan." The crop caressed Dew's aching, twitching, dripping cock just to tease and Dew whimpered like a whore. The multi-Ghoul circled back around to Dew's backside, peppering his lover's ass and thighs with the crop to his stinging delight.
"Mmmgh-" Dew bit his lip, still trying to stifle the lewd noises that were threatening to spill past his lips. But then the crop's punishing touches eased and Dew was left literally hanging, his cock stiff and leaking copiously.
"I've got a little something for you. You'll love it I'm sure. One of your favorites." Swiss had returned from the table with a generous plug, gilded just like everything else. He touched Dew's cheeks tenderly, marveling at how slick the fire Ghoul was already, on both sides.
Swiss prodded Dew's entrance with the plug, allowing the guitarist to relax enough for him to slide it inside. The fire Ghoul whined at the gradual fullness against his quivering walls.
Dew was grateful that his mouth wasn't gagged so that he could bite his lip as hard as he wanted, trying not to focus on how delicious the heavy plug felt inside of him. But this wasn't all Swiss had in store. Dew knew that this couldn't just be it.
"Do you promise to keep being good for me?" Swiss' hands were now full of a leather flogger, the fringe was supple and soft but capable of inflicting stinging lashes in the right hands; his hands. "Answer me, pet."
"Yes…Sir." Dew's voice was shaky with anticipation and the multi-Ghoul let the silky fringe of the flogger cascade over Dew's shoulder and down across his pierced chest; the strips sliding against the delicate chain connecting his nipples.
"That's what I like to hear." The multi-Ghoul strode around to Dew's back and admired his work. The guitarist was still standing on his clawed toes, muscles straining to keep his balance, even with a heavy plug in his ass, even as Swiss had half a mind to flog him senseless.
But the multi-Ghoul had a soft spot for his lover, no matter how troublesome he could be. Dew knew when he had messed up, and he knew what to expect from Swiss because of it. This was just a lighthearted play session, no punishment needed. But Swiss had a teasing streak a mile wide and loved to just push the guitarist's pleasure buttons.
"You know what'll happen if you push that plug out." Dew's channel clenched at that. He did know, and he was sorely tempted to drag out this teasing sensation. But a twinge of obedience flared in his chest and he wanted to try his best to be good for Swiss.
The multi-Ghoul let the flogger dangle down across Dew's arched back, the tickly strips flowing across his backside before Swiss circled his wrist and let them swish against his warm skin. Dew's muscles clenched. The weight of the plug was a stark contrast to the delicate contact of the flogger.
Every smack of the fringed flogger had Dew flinching and moaning louder with each swipe. Swiss' technique always brought out his subbiest side, whether he would admit it or not.
"You're doing so well for me, pet," Swiss cooed as his rough hits decreased back down to a soothing, lulling sensation. The multi-Ghoul set the flogger on the table and brought a bottle of lotion over.
He smoothed some down Dew's back and thighs; the pinked globes of his ass, before gently pulling the plug free and plunging his slippery fingers into the guitarist's stretched hole. Dew's sharp gasp echoed off of the stones as he trembled, walls fluttering around Swiss' teasing digits.
"Such a good boy for me…Let's keep you filled up." The multi-Ghoul's voice was husky in Dew's ear as he circled his fingers. The fire Ghoul whimpered at the tender, arousing stimulation. Swiss eased his fingers free and stood in front of Dew. His chest was heaving, leaking like a little slut. The multi-Ghoul bent down to latch his mouth around a pierced nipple. The guitarist's cry was broken with pleasure as he arched towards his lover's sucking mouth. Swiss' fingers pinched and tweaked the other one, making Dew groan louder.
Dew's tail was still securely wrapped around his calf, and Swiss knelt at his lover's feet like a prince, gently unwinding the fire Ghoul's tail from his leg. "Just a little longer, I promise," Swiss purred, stroking the rest of the lotion on his fingers down Dew's tail, from the base to the flicking tip.
The fire Ghoul stilled, muscles still taut as he supported himself. But his arms were starting to ache, and Dew couldn't hide his grimace of discomfort from his lover's observant gaze. Swiss caught the guitarist's twinge and shudder, different from his earlier throes of unraveling pleasure, and stood back to his feet.
Dew turned his head at the sound of Swiss undoing his belt buckle and the whisper of the zipper as he pulled himself free from his pants. The multi-Ghoul placed a steadying hand on the guitarist's hip, circling his fingers underneath the fire Ghoul's thigh to lift Dew off of his feet, wrapping his legs securely around Swiss' waist.
"You can relax, pet." Dew's shoulders slumped a little as the multi-Ghoul supported his weight with one hand, angling himself towards the guitarist's stretched entrance. Swiss hissed through his teeth at the molten vice of Dew's prepped channel.
"Do you want all of me?" The multi-Ghoul eased in further, bottoming out even as Dew keened,
"Swiss, fuck, please…" His voice was hoarse from moaning, half-gone from the impact play and now, dragged nearly over the edge already with his lover's cock stretching him open.
"I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby." The crafted scene was crumbling around them as the multi-Ghoul drove his hips up against Dew's backside, fucking up into his lover; holding Dew steady in his strong grip as they were both brought closer to the brink.
Swiss' thrusts were deep and sure as Dew's body swallowed him up. Every roll of his hips made the guitarist loose another uncontrollable whine. Some of the pressure had been taken off of his shoulders, but Dew's muscles were still rigid from bliss as his lover's cock tore into him.
The guitarist glanced down, as if he would somehow be able to see as the multi-Ghoul drove in like a machine. Swiss' scent crashed into his nostrils again and he felt lightheaded, surrounded by his lover's intoxicating smell.
The sweat of their bodies, Dew's slack, drooling mouth, the not-so-gentle prick of Swiss' freshly-unglamored claws digging into the meat of his thighs, his ass, holding him up like a plaything. Dew whimpered, his body responding to every push of the multi-Ghoul's hips. He could stay like this forever, just a toy to be used for Swiss' pleasure.
Dew shuddered, unable to hold back as the head of Swiss' cock rubbed against his prostate. Then again, and again. He tilted his head back with a moan, exposing the taut line of his throat. His tail whipped back and forth as the multi-Ghoul nuzzled his neck, growling low in his throat as he drove in harder, trying to make Dew spill.
"I wanna see you get messy for me." Swiss' words were a threatened command that Dew was helpless to obey as he howled in pleasure. With a few more rough thrusts, the multi-Ghoul ground their hips together, throbbing hard inside of him.
The guitarist's muscles clenched as he tried to force his body further down onto Swiss' cock, but the multi-Ghoul was already buried balls-deep, coating his insides with searing heat.
"Nnngh! Ahh, oh, Swiss! Fu-uuuck!" Dew shuddered as his climax washed over him, splattering his belly and even up to his chest with his warm release. The multi-Ghoul let Dew come down from his high a little before unhooking the cuffs and cradling his lover in his arms.
The guitarist was a shaky, pleasured mess, clinging to Swiss like an exhausted child as the multi-Ghoul carried him over to his plush bed. He laid Dew down on the cool sheets, unlocking the cuffs and removing all of his gilded jewelry.
It all lay in a tangled pile on the bedside table as Swiss rolled Dew onto his stomach, whispering sweet things into his ears while he massaged him thoroughly. The guitarist was half-asleep, lulled into relaxation by his lover's mouth, leaving soft, appreciative kisses on his shoulders and back.
"You did so well for me, Dewdrop." The multi-Ghoul nuzzled the nape of the guitarist's neck. Dew rolled over with some effort and pulled Swiss down on top of him, resting his face in the crook of his lover's shoulder. They lay tangled up on the sheets, a comfortable mass of heavy limbs and lazy, searching mouths. Their slow breaths evened out in slumber as their heartbeats kept time with one another.