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He’s beautiful like this. Thin chest heaving as he throws his head back, long, white hair pooling on the pillow like a gleaming halo.
Swiss has never concerned himself overmuch with saying prayers or attending mass, but he thinks Dew could make a devout man out of him, if Dew had any inkling of the power he holds.
“Please,” Dew mutters, eyes wide and glassy.
And Swiss wonders if Lucifer cares about worshipping false idols as much as his Father does. He thinks probably not. Surely, if Lucifer saw Dew laid out like this he would agree —
“You heard me,” Aether says in a harsh voice, drawing Swiss away from his musings, “like this or not at all.”
Oh. The sound Dew makes at that is just — It’s so pathetic, Swiss almost gives in. But he reminds himself why they’re here, the things he and Aether had murmured to each other earlier that evening on the dock down by the lake.
———
The two of them sit in comfortable silence watching Rain and Dew wade into the chilly water. Swiss takes a deep drag from the joint before passing it back to Aether. He holds his breath as he closes his eyes and tips his head back to feel the fading sunlight warm his face.
A high shriek draws his attention back to the water only to see a large splash, a cackling Rain, and the conspicuous absence of Dew.
“What the FUCK, Rain,” Dew splutters as he surfaces several feet away. A curtain of dripping hair clings to his face like a parody of his first mask, before he was unmuzzled then promptly re-muzzled once the clergy realized their mistake.
Dew stomps back to where Rain stands, still laughing. Or, more accurately, Dew slowly slogs through the waist-deep water with as much dignity as one can muster in such a situation.
“Oh come on, Dewy, it was going to take you all evening to wade in on your own,” Rain manages to get out between lingering giggles.
“It's fucking cold, you ass!”
“I heard humans throw their kits in the water for fun. Did you not have fun?” Rain asks, eyes twinkling, tilting his head with a crooked grin that says he knows exactly how much fun Dew did not have.
“THEIR KI— DID I HAVE— YOU—”
Dewdrop is still trying to piece words together into something that bears a passing resemblance to a sentence when he’s interrupted by Mountain's voice.
"Rainbow, leave the little gremlin alone before he has an aneurism," Mountain calls from the shore. Dew snarls at him, color rising in his cheeks, but Mountain either doesn't hear or doesn't care. He's packing up his grinder and rolling paper as he continues, "and come help me make dinner before Aether and Swiss smoke my entire stash." Swiss makes an indignant noise.
"Mounty, you have an entire greenhouse-"
"Had," Mountain corrects, but Swiss is undeterred,
"-of weed, it would take Aether and I at least," Swiss pauses to count on his fingers, "six more hours to smoke it all."
"At least," Aether nods, sagely.
"Well, they're technically not wrong," Rain points out, smirking at Mountain with a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Thank you, Rai-"
"Don't encourage them," Mountain says in a flat voice, ignoring Swiss completely and giving Rain an unimpressed look.
"Alright, alright. Bye, Dewy, have fun and play nicely with the other ghoulies." He emphasizes "fun" by flicking one of Dew's nipple rings, making Dew squawk, one hand flying to cover the offended nipple as his shoulders curl in protectively. Rain sniggers as he walks out of the water to join Mountain with significantly more grace than Dew had managed earlier.
Dew's still absently rubbing at his chest, glaring at Mountain and Rain's receding backs, when Aether speaks.
"He's so sensitive."
Swiss makes a questioning noise, not sure which one Aether is referring to.
"You know," Aether says, and raises his hand to his chest in pantomime. Swiss's face splits into a wide grin.
"Oh, I certainly do know," he says with a lascivious wink.
Aether's answering grin matches Swiss's, both a bit stupid from the weed.
"Do you think he could-"
"From just-?"
"Maybe if we-"
They have their heads bowed together and almost don't notice Dew making his way over to the dock, no longer distracted by Rain and drawn by their secretive murmuring. They stop just as he gets near.
"What are you two space cadets scheming about?" Dew asks, looking wary.
"Wouldn't you like to know," Swiss taunts. Dewdrop just rolls his eyes, his apprehension eased by Swiss's, admittedly stupid, retort.
"Whatever. I'm going back to the abbey to shower this lake water off before dinner. You two should shower too, you smell like weed."
"I happen to know that you love when I smell like weed, Dewy," Swiss says smugly. Dew makes an irritated noise and turns to wade towards shore, but not before Swiss catches a glimpse of the blush beginning to creep up Dew’s neck. He smiles, pleased with himself.
Once Dew's out of hearing range, Swiss turns back to Aether with a conspiratorial look.
"Should we test our theory?"
"After dinner," Aether says. "Little man's going to need his energy."
———
Dinner is an exercise in self-control, but it gives enough time for the weed to wear off, at least. Swiss wants to be stone-cold sober for tonight. He doesn't want to miss a single hitched breath, needs to catalog each quiet moan. For science.
After dinner the others have dispersed to the common room or their own rooms. Aether, Dew, and Swiss remain in the kitchen to clean up, since Rain and Mountain cooked and the girls set the table. Aether finishes putting away the leftovers and walks over to the sink where Dew is handing the last dish to Swiss to dry. He slips his arms around Dew's middle and rests his chin on the top of Dew's head in between his horns. Dew's hair mostly smells like the soft florals of his shampoo, but underneath Aether can still detect his natural scent - cinnamon, cardamom, cloves. Aether inhales deeply and lets the scent of warming spices envelop him.
"Did you get enough to eat, Firefly?" He asks quietly.
Dew hums his assent as he leans back into Aether's chest, placing his hands on Aether's thick forearms. His hands are still damp from washing dishes and the contrast of Dew's natural warmth with the coolness of the water as it evaporates off Aether's arms makes Aether shiver.
"Good," Aether replies, pulling back and gently turning Dew in his arms. He tucks his finger under Dew's chin to tilt his face up and places a chaste kiss on his lips. He opens his eyes to see that Dew still has his closed, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Beautiful," He whispers, and Dew lifts his hand to the back of Aether's head to pull him down for a decidedly less chaste kiss. Aether cups Dew's face and takes a few steps back, drawing Dew away from the sink at his back, and Dew feels a second body press against his back.
"I was starting to think you forgot about me," Swiss says in mock-offense, settling his hands on Dew's hips and pressing a kiss to his temple.
"You make that exceedingly difficult," Aether says with a grin, before leaning down to lick back into Dew’s eager mouth. Swiss huffs a laugh into Dew's hair. One of Swiss's hands moves to pull Dew's hair away from his neck to make room for Swiss's mouth, while the other sneaks under his shirt. Swiss spreads his huge palm flat against Dew's taught stomach. It's not where Dew wants his hand, and he makes a discontented noise against Aether's mouth.
"So needy," Dew feels Aether's lips move against his own. Dew opens his eyes to glare at Aether, but doesn't deny it. Aether runs his hands down from where they hold Dew's face, down his neck to his chest until he feels the little nubs of Dew's nipples. He gently runs his thumbs over them in small circles, just enough pressure to tease. Dew makes a broken noise and drops his head to Aether's shoulder.
"Sensitive?" Aether asks, even though he knows the answer. Dew nods against his shoulder, then turns to tuck his face into Aether's neck and mouth at the warm skin.
Swiss, not one to be outdone, drags his hand down from Dew's stomach to cover his crotch. He uses that hand to pull Dew tighter against himself and Dew lets out a surprised, but not displeased, noise. Dew slides his own hand over Swiss’s, it's barely half the size, and presses Swiss’s palm even more firmly against himself. Swiss gives Dew’s cock a squeeze and they both groan, feeling it begin to thicken with the attention.
“Swiss,” Aether says in a sharp tone, and Swiss immediately pulls his hand away.
“I know, fuck, sorry.”
Dew gives them both a questioning look, but Aether doesn’t give him a chance to ask.
“Come on, Firefly, want to get you laid out all pretty for us,” he says as he starts backing away, tugging on Dew’s hand until he follows.
The three of them end up in Aether’s room, and the click of the lock sends a thrill through Dew’s stomach.
“Wanna see those gorgeous tits,” Swiss says as he runs his hands up and down Dew’s sides. He grabs the soft material at the hem and pulls it over Dew's head, tossing it aside carelessly.
“Fuck, Swiss, you can't say shit like that," Dew tries to sound mad but it comes out pleading instead. Once his chest is bare, Swiss immediately ducks down to suck a nipple into his mouth, the jewelry making a quiet clicking against his teeth. Dew runs his hands through Swiss's curls and holds his head against his chest, wordlessly demanding more. Swiss laps at his nipple before grabbing the ring with his teeth and giving it a sharp tug.
"Shit!" Dew grits out through clenched teeth.
Swiss pulls off his own shirt and shucks his pants and underwear before turning to Aether.
"Are you just going to watch, big guy? Get over here."
Aether grins as he pushes himself off the door where he had been leaning.
"I was enjoying the show," he says, casually stripping off clothing until he's naked and crowding against Swiss to steal a kiss. He slips his tongue in and explores Swiss's mouth, getting lost in the warm, wet feel of it. Eventually Aether pulls back to say, "you seemed like you were doing okay on your own. Right, Firefly?"
"Shut up and let me suck your dick," Dew says, roughly pushing Aether back towards the bed. Swiss chuckles,
"Damn, I though we were the ones running the show," but all he gets in response is a low growl.
Aether allows himself to be guided until he's sitting against the headboard. At some point while Swiss and Aether were distracted Dew finished undressing himself, and as he crawls up the bed on hands and knees to settle in between Aether's legs, Swiss stands at the foot of the bed to enjoy the view.
"Oh, fuck," Swiss groans as he finally gets a hand on himself, stroking slowly from root to tip. He collects the sticky liquid beading at his slit and smears it along his length.
Dew goes down on his elbows and spreads his knees farther, arching his back just to hear the way Swiss's breath shakes on the next exhale.
"Are you going to tease him or are you going to suck this dick?" Aether takes Dew's chin in his hand and holds his head steady as he taps his cock against Dew's slack mouth. A string of pre connects his tip to Dew's lips until Dew's pink tongue flicks out to lick it away. Instead of answering, Dew swallows down as much of Aether's cock as he can in one go, and Aether almost regrets taunting him. The shock of tight, wet heat is almost too much, Aether has to take a deep breath and close his eyes to regain his composure before he loses it down Dew's throat. He sends down a quick prayer for strength.
"He's almost too good at that, isn't he," Swiss chuckles, and Aether can't do anything but grunt in response. Dew has started bobbing his head, dragging his tongue along the vein on the underside of Aether's cock.
Dew feels the bed dip as Swiss kneels behind him. Swiss is still languidly stroking himself with one hand, but uses the other to grab a handful of Dew's ass and squeeze hard.
"So fuckin' pretty like this, Dewy," he says, and without warning he slaps Dew's ass with a loud crack, making Dew whimper around his mouthful of cock.
"Looks good enough to eat," and Swiss, true to his word, licks a stripe from Dew's balls all the way up the cleft of his ass. Dew pulls off Aether's cock but continues to stroke it as he catches his breath and says,
"Yeah, that's it, do something useful with your mouth for once."
This earns him a sharp bite on the ass cheek and he yelps and looks over his shoulder to throw Swiss a glare. Swiss just smiles innocently before diving back in, teasing Dew's pucker with the tip of his tongue. Dew moans and hangs his head, resting his forehead on Aether's plush thigh. Aether snakes his hands under Dew and flicks at the rings and Dew lets out a muffled moan. He knows Dew stretched his piercings so he could wear heavier jewelry, that Dew loves feeling the gentle tug of the rings as they sway.
When Swiss starts prodding his tongue past Dew's rim he can't take it anymore. Dew takes his hand off Aether's cock and replaces it with his mouth as he snakes his hand down to grasp his own cock, hanging heavy between his legs.
"Nuh-uh, not this time," Aether says. "Swiss." And Swiss doesn't need to be told what to do. He grabs Dew's wrist and pulls his hand behind his back. Dew turns back to give Swiss a betrayed look.
"Sorry, Spitfire, boss's orders," but he doesn't look the least bit sorry as he grabs the wrist that Dew is using to hold himself up and pulls that behind his back as well. Dew falls forward onto the bed between Aether's legs with a soft oof, his ass still up in the air. Without the use of his arms, Aether helps arrange Dew so his chest rests on Aether's thigh and his head in Aether's lap.
"Still hungry, Firefly?" Aether asks softly. Dew looks up at him, as much as he can from his current position, and nods. "Open up," Aether says, and Dew obediently opens his mouth to let Aether feed him his dick. Dew doesn't have any leverage to move so he licks and sucks at the head as best he can.
"Lube?" Swiss asks, and Aether goes to pass him the bottle that he never bothers to put away, but Swiss doesn't grab it. He sticks out one hand towards Aether and says,
"You mind? Kind of have my hands full," dipping his chin to indicate where he has both of Dew's wrists locked in one hand and pinned to the small of his back. Aether squeezes the thick gel into his palm and coats Swiss's fingers.
Swiss takes his hand back and very lightly runs a slick finger over Dew's hole, watching it twitch at the attention. When he dips his finger in to the first knuckle Dew lets out a contented sigh.
"All you need is a dick in your mouth and a finger in your ass and you go sweet as molasses, don't you, Sweetheart?" Dew hums an affirmative noise and rolls his hips back to take Swiss's finger deeper.
"Greedy little thing," Swiss coos, but he lets Dew keep fucking himself back on Swiss's finger.
"You ready for more?" And when Dew nods he adds a second finger, not as slowly this time. Dew likes the stretch.
"You take him so well, Firefly," Aether runs his hands up and down Dew's back, pets his soft hair. "Such a good boy." Dew mewls at this and releases Aether's cock to hide his face against Aether's belly. Aether lets him, knows that, as much as Dew loves the praise, he has no idea how to accept it.
Dew gasps and makes a choked sound against Aether's stomach and Swiss says,
"Yeah, that's it, huh? That's the spot?" But he doesn't wait for an answer, doesn't need one as Dew squirms, body unsure if it wants to escape or wants more. Swiss taps his fingers against the bundle of nerves and Dew jolts with each tap.
"Fuck me, please, I'm ready, please" Dew babbles. Swiss grins at Aether and says,
"You heard the little man, Aeth. Got him nice and wet for you."
"Shit, yeah. Yeah, let me-"
Swiss releases Dew's arms and rolls him off Aether and onto his back. Aether moves between Dew's legs and pulls Dew's hips up into his lap while Swiss kneels up by Dew's head.
"My turn with that gorgeous mouth." Dew blushes but leans up to swallow Swiss's length.
"Ah, shit that's good," Swiss moans. Swiss knows exactly when Aether pushes in because Dew makes a hurt noise around his cock, like finally being full is such a relief it aches.
Swiss is holding Dew's head up with one hand and he drops the other to Dew's chest, rubbing his fingertips over first one nipple, then the other. His callouses scratch lightly at the sensitive skin and Dew's cock kicks where it bobs over his stomach.
"Yeah, you love having your tits played with, gets that cute little dick of yours all hard, doesn't it?" Dew's eyes fill with tears but he doesn't let them fall. He closes his eyes and takes Swiss into his throat, swallowing around him.
Aether watches with rapt attention. He leans forward, no longer thrusting but simply grinding in deep as he places his hand over Dew's throat. He doesn't squeeze, just strokes Dew's throat reverently, feeling where it bulges around Swiss's girth.
"Fuck, Dewdrop, you're incredible." Aether looks at him like he's just seen the face of God. Well, no, not God. His face isn't melting off, for starters. Lucifer? No, no. Swiss thinks that would probably be a mix of admiration and abject terror. No, Aether looks at Dew like Dew is his god.
Aether leans back and fucks into Dew with long, slow strokes, pausing when he's fully sheathed so Dew can revel in the stretch. Dew quickly grows impatient and lets Swiss's cock go to complain,
"Come on big guy, fuck me like you mean it," and, well. Aether's only a demon, he wasn't built to resist temptation. He grabs Dew's hips in a grip tight enough to bruise and starts slamming in to Dew like he means it.
"Yes, just like that, fuck! Fuck!"
Dew's cock bobs with each aggressive thrust, and Dew runs his hand down his own stomach to wrap his long fingers around it.
"Ah, ah!" Aether makes a noise like he's scolding a dog as he bats Dew's hand away. His rhythm doesn't even falter. "None of that, you'll come on this cock or not at all."
"What?! Come on, you know I can't!"
"Call it an experiment," Swiss says with a devious smile.
Dew's eyes widen in horror when he realizes they're serious and he lets out the most pathetic mewl.
"Please."
"You heard me. Like this or not at all."
Dew looks like he might start crying. Fuck, he's beautiful when he cries.
"Here, sweetheart, you look like you need something to suck on," Swiss says, saccharine sweet, as he taps his cock against Dew's flushed cheek. Dew glares up at him but wraps his mouth around Swiss anyways. It does seem to help, having something to suck on always soothes Dew. Sweatshirt ties, the end of his tail. A cock.
He licks at Swiss’s tip, presses his tongue to the slit, laps at the frenulum. It doesn’t take long for Swiss’s thighs to start shaking, he’s been on edge since the lake.
“You feel so good, fuck, sweetheart, gonna make me cum.”
Swiss pulls out of Dew's incredible mouth and begins stripping his cock frantically.
"Gonna make a mess on those pretty tits," he gasps out.
"Yes, yes, do it, please," Dew begs.
"Say it," Swiss commands, "I wanna hear you say it."
"Please, Swiss, please make a mess on my tits."
The tears in Dew's eyes finally spill over when he says it, and that's enough to push Swiss over the edge. He groans loudly as thick ropes of cum paint Dew's skinny chest, his stiff nipples, the gleaming rings. Swiss immediately leans down and licks a strip of his cum off Dew's chest before focusing on a nipple, flicking the ring with his tongue and laving at the pink bud.
"So good for us Firefly, you look so pretty when you cry," Aether says as he fucks into Dew faster, rougher.
"Close, 'm so close, touch me, please, I need it," Dew sobs.
"Wanna see you cum for us just like this."
"Can't, Aeth, please, you know I can't," and he looks miserable.
"You can, Sweetheart, I know you can,"
Dew shakes his head, hot tears rolling down his temples and into his hair. But then Swiss begins to alternate licks with gentle nibbles, just a hint of teeth against the sensitive bud, and lightly scratches the other nipple with his nail. Dew's eyes get impossibly wider and he starts panting, almost frantic. He fists a hand in Swiss's curls and arches off the bed to press his chest into Swiss's hand and mouth.
"Oh, fuck, he likes that, Swiss, squeezing me so tight," Aether pants. Dew's trembling now, hard enough that Aether can see it as well as feel it.
"Aeth- Gonna-"
"That's it, baby, you're doing so good. Let me see you cream yourself."
Dew cries out and Swiss takes that as his cue to bite down, hard, on Dew's nipple. The cry cuts off abruptly and Dew throws his head back, eyes scrunched closed, mouth wide open but not making a sound. He shakes almost violently as he starts to spill.
"Oh, good boy, Dewy, good job," Aether praises. Thick white cum pools in the divot of Dew's thin stomach and begins to trickle over his sides. Unholy Father, he's a mess. The sight, along with Dew clenching down hard, is enough to have Aether tumbling over the edge as well. He presses in as deep as he can, and Dew keens as he feels Aether's cock twitch inside him, feels his hot release filling him up.
Aether rolls off of Dew and the only sound for several minutes is harsh panting.
“I…I did not know I could do that,” says Dew, sounding a little shell-socked.
“Does anyone have a pen?” Asks Swiss.
“What could you possibly need a pen for right now, you absolute weirdo,” says Aether.
“The only difference between screwing around and science is writing it down.”