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Phantom lives quite a bit of his existence on the idea of, anything goes as long as you don’t get caught. A lot of it he learned having to be scrappy in the pit. That side of him became more mischievous though thanks to Swiss’ influence topside.
It's really not all that bad, all things considered. Just last week Swiss and Dew were caught mid sermon, banging in the confessional. The rickety wood was literally shaking. Quietly getting off in the infirmary storage closet is angelic in comparison.
Omega didn’t really see it that way though.
Phantom figured he had at least three more minutes before someone started looking for him. More than enough time. He was already close and then it was a simple matter of cleaning the worst of the slick between his legs with the tissues in his pants pocket, and then sneaking back to his desk to act like he’d just been in the bathroom.
What he didn’t account for was that the closet walls were, one: thin, two: adjacent with Omega’s office, and three: he gets loud when he gets close. And the noise he made when Omega caught him, quite literally, with his pants down, was positively shrill. To add insult to injury, his orgasm was ruined in the shock of being found.
Omega had just scrunched his eyes shut and exhaled sharply through his nose.
“Go wash your hands and finish your paperwork.”
“I’m so sorry-”
“Now.”
“Yes Sir!”
As Omega leaves, Phantom distinctly hears him muttering, “too bad we can’t cage you”. Phantom gulps and hopes the older quint doesn’t find out about Cirrus’ chastity belt collection.
Despite his impromptu break, Phantom finishes his shift on his best behavior. When Omega says he can go, he takes off back to the ghoul’s den like a rocket. His plan is just to hide in his room for the next several hours, wallow in shame, and hope he never has to make eye contact with Omega ever again.
When he opens the door to his room however, Aether is sat on the bed waiting for him.
The older quint doesn’t have to utter a word; the raised brow and teasing curl of his lip says it all.
“Aethhh,” Phantom’s voice comes out as a whine. “I’m sorry alright? Please just let me overthink all my life choices in peace.”
Aether chuckles. “I’m not mad. Nor is Megs.” When Phantom tenses, he adds, “No we’re not disappointed either. Obviously we haven’t been taking good enough care of you. Strip and c’mere.”
Phantom relaxes at that, shutting his door and joining Aether on the bed. Aether pats his lap and after wiggling out of his scrub pants and boxers, Phantom sits back to chest with his mentor.
“That’s it Buggy. Go ahead and get comfy.”
Phantom does, laying his head into the crook of Aether’s neck and lazily wagging his tail. He nuzzles Aether's neck, taking in his sweet and musky scent. He sighs happily when Aether pats his thigh to get him to spread his legs. Then he starts tickling his fingers over Phantom’s clit.
Phantom tries to melt into the sensation, he really does. Still…
“Aeth?” He finally murmurs. “Can you go a little faster, please?” He’s sure to ask politely and shyly like he knows Aether finds cute. All big eyes and the slightest pout. To his shock however, Aether tsks at him.
“I’ve seen how roughly you go at it and you’re going to rub yourself raw.”
Phantom whines in confusion but Aether ignores him.
“Plus going that fast you don’t really get to enjoy feeling good. No wonder you’re pent up. I’m going to show you how to do this right.”
“But-ah!” Phantom tries to protest but Aether pinches his clit. Not too hard but certainly enough to have Phantom rethinking voicing any milder annoyance.
Aether resumes his gentle rubbing, occasionally dipping his fingers down to gather slick from Phantom’s dripping entrance. It's not bad of course, it feels quite lovely; but the slow pace is aggravating all the same. It's a pain to have to sit still with the slow rub of two fingers the only sensation. Aether doesn’t even tease his nipples and the drag of his fingers through his folds is too brief to amount to much. His brain feels entirely too active as opposed to the way Aether normally loves to make Phantom’s brain practically melt out his cunt.
Thank the dark lord he finally gets close. Warmth blooms in his gut and he relaxes against Aether’s chest, his brain getting fuzzy at long last. Three more drags of those string calloused fingers over his little bundle of nerves would do it. He scrunches his eyes shut in anticipation of sweet release. Except then Aether pulls his hand back.
Phantom gasps in shock as the tingly warmth in his pelvis recedes at once. He looks accusingly over his shoulder at Aether. The older quint just smiles easily.
“Now it's your turn.”
“What? Why would you-”
“I just showed you how to make yourself feel good. I hope you were paying attention because now I want you to show me what you learned.”
“But Aeth…”
“Uh uh, no whining after I was so nice to teach you.”
“Fine.” Phantom gets a hand between his legs, immediately chasing his pleasure at his preferred breakneck pace.
Aether huffs immediately. “Stop that.” He grabs both of Phantom’s wrists in one hand. “I told you to go slow.” He extends one finger to Phantom’s clit again and presses the pad to it. Phantom feels the distinct tingle of quintessence. Then Aether withdraws and releases his hands. “Try again.”
Phantom sighs and slicks up two of his fingers and starts again, slowly this time. He lasts about three minutes at the measured pace before he tries to subtly speed up again. Only for all sensation to cut out. He can feel in his fingers the drag across his slick skin but his clit now seems completely numb.
“Shit, what?”
“That’s what happens if you don’t follow directions.” Aether tries to make his voice stern but Phantom still catches the underlying smugness. “Do it again.”
Phantom grumbles but starts once more. At the glacial pace he’s indeed sensitized again, but to his horror all the progress he’d made seems to have never occurred. He truly has to start over from the beginning.
And so it goes. Phantom works himself over carefully, not daring to test his luck against Aether’s magick and watchful eye. It becomes a bit easier when Aether deigns to praise him for finally behaving.
“There you go. See what you get when you’re good for me? Doing such a good job. You’re so pretty when you touch yourself like I tell you too.”
Aether’s last teasing comment is timed with Phantom finally feeling that tell tale building sensation in his gut once more and he groans.
“Mmm, getting close?”
“I think so.” Phantom grits his teeth and fights the urge to rub faster. Instead he wets his fingers again.
Aether chuckles and rubs his hands over Phantom’s thighs. It could be considered doting but it only fills Phantom with dread.
“Wait, don’t do what I think you’re going to-”
It's too late. Aether moves his hands in a flash to grip Phantom’s wrists once more.
“Perfect sweetheart.” It's cooed right into his ear and makes him shiver. “Show me again and maybe I’ll even let you come this time.”
Phantom makes the saddest little noise even as the hungry edge in Aether’s voice makes him throb.