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The day had gone by quickly, dozing with Dew on the couch. Between the party last night, both of your respective rendezvous this morning, both of you were sore and tired. The sky is dark now, some random mediocre reality show playing on the tv across from you. Dew has only moved from his spot laying across you enough times for both of you to go to the bathroom and get food - even at one point growling at Aether when he came to at least move you guys to sleep in a bed. Seems like you’re stuck here until he gets out of this mood.
You’re half paying attention to the show that’s playing when you feel Dew shift above you. You think for a second that he’s going to get up, but instead he moves his weight to one arm and drags the other one to rest on your lower stomach. He stops before he touches any skin, rubbing over the fabric of your borrowed shirt. “Wanna?” is all he says. Instead of answering, you pull him down in a kiss. It quickly turns filthy - the fire ghoul always tends toward teeth and tongue in any situation he can get away with.
The hand that was pressed above your shirt instead slips under instead so that he can press his thumb into your nipple. You arch a little and moan into his mouth. The smirk you get in return causes you to reach up where his hair is pulled back in a very convenient ponytail to tug on it. He pulls back to press his face into the side of your throat and moan.The flash of pleasure-pain causes his hips to grind against yours roughly. It seems to spur him into action, as with a growl you’re stripped of your bottoms and your shirt is fully pushed up to show off your chest.
Dew’s mouth finally moves from your neck to lavish attention to your chest, leaving both sufficiently marked up. One of his hands grabs possessively at your hip, hauling you closer to him. You feel something prodding at your entrance, where you’re still a little relaxed from earlier in the day. Quickly you realize it’s the spade of his tail, moaning as it slips inside of you.
Your moans and whimpers are held back by your own hand over your mouth. The other hand is still buried in Dew’s hair. You’re still conscious of the fact that any of the other ghouls could walk in at any moment, you are in the central living space of their wing.
Although honestly, it’s not something they haven’t seen before. Or would turn down seeing again.
Eventually, he gets bored of fucking you open with his tail. He removes his tail - and his mouth from your chest - only to scoot down the loveseat. The loss of contact causes you to whine, receiving a harsh bite to the thigh in return. “Calm down slut. You’ll be full again soon.”
He makes good on that promise, pushing two of his fingers inside you at once. Between sucking bruises into your thighs and hips, he pulls back a little. “Lucifer, look at you, moaning like a whore where anyone could come in and see you.” He laughs at the noise you make, “You’d like that wouldn’t you? The others seeing how much you love having me open you up?” You moan and push your hips into his fingers. Luckily, he doesn’t seem to be in the teasing mood right now, as he quickly adds a third finger to where he’s stretching you out. When he props himself up to look at you, Dew moans when he sees how desperate you are. “Absolutely gagging for it huh? Don’t worry, you’ll get it soon.”
He nudges the hand keeping you quiet out of the way and kisses you instead. It only takes you a second to open your mouth so he can press his tongue inside. Your hands fly up and grab at his horns to find something to hang on to. Dew growls again against your mouth, blindly pulling his fingers out of you and lining himself up at your entrance.
The press of the head inside you has you throwing your head back and moaning, “Satanas… Dew. Fuck.” Not a string of coherent sentences to be found. He pushes inside of you quickly, always the impatient one. His head drops down to mark up any unblemished skin of your throat. Honestly you’re pretty sure the only thing saving your shoulders right now is the fact that neither of you had removed your shirt completely yet.
There’s only a second for you to get used to the stretch before Dew starts rutting into you fast and hard. The motion takes you by surprise, pushing moan after moan out of your mouth with each slap of his hips against yours.
Dew’s hands feel like they’re everywhere at once. Pressing against your throat, touching your chest, gripping your hips tight enough to bruise. It’s quickly becoming overwhelming. “Come on slut, you know you wanna cum on my cock. Go ahead. Whenever you want.”
It’s like that was the word your body was waiting for. You scream beneath him as you finish. His pace never slows, and your hands scramble for purchase on his shoulders. You’re really not sure if you’re trying to push him away or pull him closer, the overstimulation quickly turning your brain to mush.
One of your hands manages to capture in his hair enough to give you leverage to pull him down. You press your mouth against his ear, “Give it to me Dew. You know you wanna cum inside of me.” Your head falls back to take several deep breaths that turn into punched out moans. “Need it so bad, need you to mark me up from the inside out. Please, give it to me.”
Dew’s own growling and moaning reaches its pitch as his hips rut into you one final time. He bites at your still clothed shoulder as he finishes, his fingers digging bruises into the outside of your thighs. Carefully, he releases your shoulder. By some hellish mercy the fabric has made it so that you’re probably only bruised instead of bleeding.
Instead of pulling out, Dew simply reaches across to the coffee table and grabs the remote off of it. After he finishes rewinding the show back to before you had begun fooling around, he settles back down on top of you - still sitting soft inside of you. “You gonna-?”
“Nope.” He cuts you off. Guess that’s that.
Swiss appears around the couch minutes later, “You two are so fucking loud. This is why you don’t get fucked at the same time anymore.” Dew doesn’t bother giving him a reply, simply throwing one of the discarded empty water bottles at the multi-ghoul. Swiss dodges it easily, being both standing and also not currently still sitting inside of someone. Undeterred, he plops down on one of the other couches, “So what’s happening in this dumbass human show anyway?”