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The first time it happens is onstage, not long after Rain is summoned. He feels Dew’s eyes on him all night long, following him as he stalks across the stage. Like he’s hunting for something to sink his claws into.
He loses sight of him for just a moment as he focuses on the bassline, and then suddenly he’s there again. Pressed up against him from behind. Rain goes still, nearly missing a note as he plays on, waiting to see what Dew will do next.
And then he feels it, the gentle brush of deft fingers dancing across his neck. Not grabbing or squeezing or holding, but skimming, ever so lightly. Fingertips feather light across his pulse point.
And then as quick as he appeared, Dew is gone, striding across to the other side of the stage for another impeccable guitar solo.
Rain thinks about it for the rest of the night. The feeling of those fingers across the sensitive skin of his throat. He replays the moment over and over from his bunk, one hand down the front of his pajama pants and the other wrapped firm around his own neck.
It happens again the next night. At the same moment in the show as the night before. Dew presses up against him out of nowhere.
But this time those fingers are far less gentle, more insistent. They wrap around him and hold him there with a steady grip as Dew presses in close from behind.
This time, Rain does miss a note.
From then on it keeps happening. The intensity of Dew’s hold around him increases night after night. From a caress, to a squeeze, to an outright choke. Like he’s testing the waters, seeing how much he can get away with.
And of course, Rain wants him to take it all.
Already he’s addicted to it - the feel of Dew’s hands on his throat. The way the blood rushes to his head when he feels those bony fingers wrap around his neck and squeeze. The roar of it in his ears, getting louder and louder with the increased pressure of Dew’s grip. The way he’ll give one final squeeze, palm tight across the jut of his Adam’s apple, just before it all becomes too much. Before his vision is swimming and going fuzzy at the edges.
Moments away from everything going black.
He waits for it now. Every single show. Anticipation building up in his gut with each song. The reward of having Dew’s strong hands wrapped around his throat in front of thousands of screaming people.
But Dew loves to tease. Always has to have the upper hand. So while Rain knows now when it’s gonna happen, he never truly knows what Dew will do to him.
Sometimes he paws at him, runs his palm flat up the swell of Rain’s chest, fingers traveling across his pecs agonizingly slow, gliding across the fabric of his uniform, never truly squeezing, not in the way Rain wants him to. Just touching. Skimming across the expanse of him and feeling him up.
Rain will lean back, exposing his neck for the taking, encouraging Dew to take what’s his in front of so many hungry eyes. Rain loves that the most. The way Dew goes possessive over him.
More often than not, Dew will whisper into his ear. Different words every time. Something dirty and shameless, just for Rain to hear. A filthy promise for later. The rumble of Dew’s voice in his ear takes Rain’s breath away and gets him feeling dizzy every time, coming up short of breath even without Dew’s fingers wrapped around his throat.
But other nights, Dew will give him nothing at all. All that anticipation built up for no reason. Rain will take his cue and sidle up to Dew and turn his head and hold his breath. He’ll wait and wait. And sometimes, when Dew is feeling particularly cruel, nothing will come. Rain will stay pressed up against him until the want turns desperate and agonizing, and then Dew will turn and stalk back across the stage without giving Rain so much as a glance.
On some nights, though, Dew gives him everything.
Rain hits his mark perfectly and before long Dew comes up behind him, just like he always does. Rain tips back against Dew’s bony shoulder and tilts his head. They fit perfectly together like this, Rain thinks, just as Dew turns to nuzzle his face into the crook of his neck.
The smaller ghoul slides his free hand up Rain’s chest, agonizingly slow, stops to pet at him with his fingers spread wide and Rain gasps as those nimble fingers graze his nipples through the fabric of his uniform shirt. But Dew’s hand doesn’t stop there. It travels up, slow and steady, over his pointed collarbone, and comes to a stop at his neck.
Rain realizes that he’s already holding his breath when Dew starts to squeeze. His long fingers tighten around his throat little by little, fingertips pressing into his pulse point until Rain can hear his own heartbeat in his ears - even over the thrum of the music and the roar of the crowd, screaming louder and louder as Dew uses Rain’s body to put on a show for them.
It’s getting harder to breathe now with how tight Dew is holding him, but still, Rain stays tipped back against Dew’s shoulder, eyes closed with how good it all feels. His head goes fuzzy, and just as his legs threaten to give out, Dew leans in closer, gets his lips beside his ear.
“Gonna fucking ruin you tonight,” Dew whispers, and Rain’s eyes roll back into his head. Dew pulls away and leaves him there panting, sucking in desperate breaths as the crowd screams and screams.
Rain’s in a daze for the rest of the show. He misses a cue, stumbles down the stairs of the drum riser, and fumbles a guitar pick. And all the while, he feels Dew's eyes on him. Waiting for the show to end so he can make good on his promise.
He anticipates it for the rest of the night. Waiting for Dew to finish what he started and give him what he wants. Rain wonders when it will happen. In the dressing room as they change out of their sweaty uniforms? Or maybe Dew will come to him in one of the dingy venue showers. Or maybe, Rain thinks, Dew will take him in one of the cramped bunks on the tour bus.
But of course, Dew makes him wait.
They get to the hotel late, and by the time Rain is brushing his teeth, he thinks that Dew’s words that night may have been just another tease more so than a promise.
Just as he flips off the bathroom light, there’s a knock at his door. Two short raps, and right away, Rain feels his face go hot, feels like all the blood in his body rushes between his legs.
He opens the door to find Dew standing there with a grin plastered across his handsome face.
“Dew,” Rain says. “I didn’t think - oh!”
He’s caught off guard as Dew surges forward, up on his tippy toes to catch Rain’s lips in a rough kiss. Rain stumbles back as Dew lets himself in and kicks the door shut behind him, never separating from Rain’s mouth. He’s still kissing him, pulling at Rain’s pajama pants and baggy t-shirt, letting the garments fall into a heap as he strips him naked and steers them both back towards the bed.
All that confidence Dew has on stage, he brings into the bedroom with him.
The backs of Rain’s knees hit the mattress and then he’s falling backwards onto the sheets. Dew’s on him in an instant, straddling his hips and shucking his own t-shirt off over his head.
He leans in for another kiss, all teeth and tongue, licking his way into Rain’s mouth until he has the water ghoul moaning against him, dizzy with how fast they’re moving.
“Didn’t think I forgot about my promise, did you?” Dew asks, with that hungry grin still on his face. “Gonna finish what we started on stage tonight,” he continues, hands skimming up Rain’s bare chest.
Rain’s eyes flutter closed as Dew runs the backs of his fingers up the expanse of his neck, pausing to feel the pulse of his jugular.
“Want it so bad, don’t you?” Dew asks. “Can tell how much you like it when I take your breath away. Been waiting for me to do it properly, haven’t you?” Dew teases, still caressing the skin of his throat with the backs of his fingers.
Rain closes his eyes and nods enthusiastically, wavy curls bouncing. He reaches for Dew’s hands and places them both around his neck, holds them there and looks up at Dew with hooded eyes.
Dew answers with a groan. That smug little facade slipping away for the first time in weeks. Pressed up against him like this, Rain can feel how hard he is in his sweatpants. Dew wants it just as bad as he does.
With one hand, Dew pulls the elastic band of his sweatpants down, just low enough to get his cock out. He spits in his palm and grasps them both in his hand, lining them up so that when Dew ruts his hips down, their lengths slide perfectly slick atop one another.
Rain gasps, arches his back off the bed as they grind against each other. There’s an intensity to everything Dew does, and this is no different. It’s dizzying, the sensations of Dew on top of him, of his hand still wrapped around his neck.
“Dew,” Rain gasps out, “Please, more. Need it.” It’s not enough and Rain’s not above begging for it, not when he’s been waiting so long to have him like this.
“Fuck,” Dew breathes out. And then he’s wrapping his other hand around Rain’s neck along with the first, one on top of the other. At first the pressure is light, those fingers closing in nice and slow. But slowly, surely, Dew increases his grip. Squeezing down as his hips work faster and faster.
Just like onstage, Rain feels himself go hot, feels that pressure build up until he hears the blood pounding in his ears. And just when it’s on the verge of too much, Dew lets go.
Rain gasps in heaving breaths, vision clearing once again as the air returns to his lungs.
Dew may be shorter than him, thinner and more gangly, but Rain feels small underneath him like this, the way Dew looms over him with both hands wrapped around his throat.
He fucking loves it.
“Again, Dew,” Rain pleads, rolling his hips insistently. “I’m so fucking close. Do it like that again. Please.”
Dew chuckles, and once again, his grip tightens. Slow and steady. That perfect, building squeeze, making his chest feel tight as he’s unable to take a full breath with the way Dew is choking him. Just as his vision starts to go fuzzy again he looks up, catches sight of Dew on top of him, red-faced and sweating, jaw slack as he fucks his straining cock, wet and slick, against his.
Rain is so, so very close. And just as he feels Dew’s grip start to falter, Rain reaches up to wrap his own hands around Dew’s, pinning them snug around his neck.
More. He needs more.
The room starts to blur, darkness creeping in at the edge of his vision. Despite being on top of him, Dew feels far away, and just as the sound of Dew’s panting, the slick sound of their cocks working against each other starts to fade away, Rain comes hard.
His back arches off of the bed and Dew immediately drops his hands from his neck, letting in a whoosh of air as he draws in that first, sweet breath. His cock is still kicking as he sucks in lungfuls of air. Above him, Dew slides his cock through the slick of his belly until he finishes with a groan, adding to the mess between them.
When Dew collapses on top of him with an oof, Rain can’t help but laugh. He feels giddy, euphoric. He surges up to catch Dew’s lips in a kiss.
Later that night, as they lounge in bed together, Dew will trace the pretty bruises his fingertips left on the soft, delicate skin of Rain’s neck, admiring the way the pink and purple marks stand out against his fair complexion.
A perfect, pretty necklace for a perfect, pretty water ghoul.