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“Yes, don’t stop, yes, yes,” Mountain’s deep voice rumbled a repetitive litany, punctuated by the wet slaps of Swiss jacking him off. The multi ghoul was behind him, all pressed up against his back, chin on his shoulder, peering over to watch Mountain’s impossibly flushed dick squelch in his hand with every up and down motion, every twist of his wrist. The earth ghoul was leaking precum, damn near enough to put a water ghoul to shame. There was a small puddle of it on the floor, not just drops, a puddle, madness, all because his knot was half formed. Swollen, heavy, ready but stuck, unable to pop because while Swiss did touch him, he refused to give him enough to tip over.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop this time, don’t you dare,” Mountain wasn’t begging per se, but it sure sounded like it. His balls tightened, he was gonna cum, he would pop, he was right there-
Mountain roared when Swiss took his hand off his cock and backed away. Again!! How many times had Swiss done this to him, gotten him so fucking close to the edge before backing off at the last second?! The earth ghoul had to clench his fists and let his claws dig into his palms to prevent himself from just getting up and going after the damn multi. Listen, Mountain wasn’t a violent ghoul. He was the chill guy, the kind guy, the guy who talked to plants, the guy who smoked pot and shared more than he actually inhaled, he was non-violent ok. But Swiss’ god forsaken denial games made him consider violence right now, for that brief moment where he was held suspended between finally getting the orgasm he craved or losing it again. His entire body was tense, every muscle of his tall frame clenched in anticipation, like his body was waiting to see if he could go over the edge without touch this time, see if this was gonna be enough.
It wasn’t. He lost it. Came back down. Like all the previous almost-orgasms. Because he couldn’t cum untouched, blessed by Satan be the ones who could but he couldn’t, he didn’t have the capacity to will himself to orgasm, he needed touch, needed friction, needed tight steady pressure around his knot to trigger the pop but Swiss wouldn’t let him.
“Aw, looks like we’ll have to go again,” Swiss teased, still out of sight behind Mountain. A toothy smirk well in place on his face, head tilted to the side, he studied him with fake concern.
Mountain wanted to retort but he couldn’t. He sagged, sat back on his heels, defeated.
He was on his knees. Swiss had ordered him to kneel when they started to play, however long ago that was (it wasn’t easy to keep up with time while getting edged). It was so he could reach him, the multi had said, since Mountain was so tall. In this position, they’d be at a similar height. That gave the multi ghoul access to all of him.
That sounded like a great idea back then. Swiss able to touch him everywhere? Hell yeah. Mountain was horny, he figured Swiss would match his horny, it should have been a great deal, but. Mountain should’ve known Swiss would be all mind games and little actual sex or satisfaction. This was a lesson the earth ghoul would have to ponder and integrate another day but for now, his reason was disabled anyway by his sheer need to cum. He had no intention to walk away without getting to, whatever hoops he’d have to jump through.
“What number are we on?” Swiss was right next to Mountain’s ear when he asked; the earth ghoul jumped, snapped his head towards him - he hadn’t noticed Swiss had come back so close.
“Huh?”
Swiss’ hand found his hair, gripped tightly at his scalp. He tipped Mountain’s head back towards him.
“How many times did I edge you?” The multi ghoul over-enunciated each word like he was talking to a toddler.
Mountain groaned into the pull at his scalp. His untouched dick twitched pathetically. “Don’t know.”
Swiss scoffed, a predatory smile on his lips. He shook Mountain’s head a bit. “Ah, come on big guy, you have a brain on you usually. You’re book smart, you should know how to count.”
Mountain closed his eyes, grimaced. Furrowed his eyebrows. He tried to count, he really did. “Six?” he pushed through clenched teeth, not because he was sure of his answer, just because six was a number. His whole brain was down in his dick, what could he do?
Swiss whistled mockingly, mimicking the sound of something that fell and missed its mark in a cartoon. “Not quite.”
He let go of Mountain’s hair and pushed his head away. The earth ghoul let his head roll and go slack, kept his eyes closed. He breathed through his nose to calm himself.
“It’s a shame,” Swiss poked while he let the pointy tip of his tail trail along Mountain’s shoulders, down his back, up his arms, “if you’d have gotten it right, maybe I would have let you cum next time.”
“I doubt it,” Mountain growled, wholly unconvinced. “You don’t play fair.”
Swiss smoothly coiled his tail around the other ghoul’s bicep like a constrictor snake, one, two, three rings as he considered Mountain’s assessment.
“You know what?” he shrugged. “You’re not wrong,” he smiled devilishly while he tightened his tail’s hold suddenly and firmly pulled Mountain’s left arm behind his back. The taller ghoul grumbled at the sudden tension. “I’m not a very fair person, am I.”
“No.” Mountain gritted out, reflexively flexing his hand in the hold. “Not at all.”
Swiss moved slightly off to the side, over Mountain’s right shoulder. There he could indulge a bit more in the sights of the other ghoul’s recklessly hard dick and the beautiful struggle painted all over his face. His tail pulled the earth ghoul’s arm behind his back even further; Mountain resisted, strained against the pull by reflex.
Swiss clicked his tongue disapprovingly. Grabbed Mountain’s neck swiftly, not violently but with certain authority and a bit of pressure as a warning. “None of that now,” he corrected, “be nice if you want me to touch you again.”
Mountain’s bound arm went slack; he let himself be pulled by Swiss’ tail and held where the multi wanted him. On cue, Swiss’ free hand began its descent towards Mountain’s crotch once more, along the plains of his fluttering abdominal muscles, exhausted yet they still clenched automatically under Swiss’ fingers.
The second Swiss’ hand hovered above his cock, Mountain bucked up into him, needy in spite of the knowledge that he probably wouldn’t get to cum this time either.
Swiss closed his fist around Mountain’s tip, let him fuck into his hand. Just for now. Just while he adjusted his right hand correctly on the other man’s throat. While the tip of his fingers searched for his pulse points. Mountain bit his bottom lip, pointy canines almost drawing blood in anticipation, in wait for what he knew would come. He’d choked and been choked before, he immediately recognized what Swiss was doing. Yet for now the pleasure he felt from fucking Swiss’ hand was too good, the tightness of his fist too right, he didn’t care, he wanted it even. He tilted his chin upwards to give the multi some extra space. On the off chance Swiss would let him cum this time, if he could get there while being choked? It would be even more intense. Not that overstimulated as he was, his orgasm wouldn’t have been intense anyway, but Mountain could be a fiend for pleasure when he got in one of his moods, like today. He just needed to pop his god forsaken knot already, so if choking was gonna be the thing to tip him over the edge-
“Better take a big breath for me now,” Swiss drawled in his ear, “‘cause you won’t get to for a while after this.”
Mountain inhaled deeply.