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Dewdrop had a very unique take on pillow talk. That being a post-coital habit of talking his partner’s ear off. Every ghoul in the pack knew it, every sibling of sin who had the (dis)pleasure of hooking up with him for the night knew it, hell two of the Papas knew it.
Siblings these days tended to dip out before the one sided conversation began. Anyone from the pack excused themselves after getting more than their fill in. Even Copia looked exhausted when leaving the den.
Swiss, however, loved it.
He took a long drag from the joint he’d had the forethought to roll earlier in the day. The familiar haze filled his lungs before he exhaled it into neat little rings. One by one they drifted off, first morphing into little ripples and then dissipating into shapeless forms. Slowly gravity settled into his limbs and he relaxed against his headboard.
With heavy lids, he watched Dew talk as much with his hands as he did with his mouth. He’d been going on about something Swiss had long lost track of. His focus waned in and out at times, but he was able to pick up enough. He was complaining about the most recent ritual – something to do with Phantom’s over eagerness and prone for accidents. The newly summoned ghoul had tripped him this last show, causing the briefest of mishaps and Dew was still steaming from it. The fire ghoul sat cross-legged at the end of the bed, facing him while his mouth worked at a thousand words a minute.
Swiss was so fucked.
It’s a fact he had come to terms with months – or perhaps years – ago. It was fairly normal to have favorites. No one batted an eye at the preferential bond between Cirrus and Cumulus. Shit, no one even said anything when the last Papa clung onto his quintessence ghoul more than was usually acceptable for someone of his standing. But Swiss wasn’t supposed to be that kind of ghoul. He was supposed to be a ghoul of the people. There was a time in which he rivaled even Terzo in his number of casual partners.
These days he finds himself in Dew’s company most nights. He even turned down a proposition from Rain recently because he’d already made plans with the fire ghoul and didn’t want to hold him up. And Rain was fuckin’ hot. He still made his usual rounds, but his default always seemed to be back in Dewdrop’s presence.
The sleeves of the hoodie that Dew had stolen off of his floor rode up his arms and he flailed them dramatically about. Swiss’ eyes trailed up the small expanse of skin leading up toward his enthusiastically twitching hands. Not even Swiss was immune to the universal fixation on the ghoul’s hands. He watched as they tensed and danced with each vocal emphasis.
Swiss took a second hit and passed it to Dew who took it graciously. He’d barely finished the sentence he was on before greedily hitting it himself. He continued his thought while holding his breath, voice coming out muffled and strained as he chose time efficiency over comfort.
The collar of the oversized sweater slouched down his chest a bit exposing his bruise-speckled collar bone. Splotches of black and purple freshly bloomed across his skin. Swiss couldn’t stop the swell in his chest at the sight of the man fully debauched and resting comfortably at the end of his bed while wearing his clothes. His hair was still messed in every which direction. Polished horns glinted in low light. His tail flicked back and forth, speeding up as he got more impassioned and slowing down when the story lulled. Residual sweat glistened and clung to marbling skin. Even while looking his absolute worst, the ghoul was mesmerizing. He was perfect in every way that mattered.
The ghoul took his second pull from the joint and Swiss’ heart stutter stepped. Dew had a tendency to mindlessly perform smoke tricks. His favorite of which was when he would release the smoke from his mouth and re-inhale it through his nose in a seamless motion. He managed to make something as crude as smoking pot into something incredibly alluring without even thinking.
Swiss wanted him. He wanted to be as close to Dew as physically possible. He wanted to steal the air from his lungs and make it his own. He wanted to deconstruct them both and reconstruct them into something singular and new until there was no space left between them – until there was no possible way to separate one from the other. He was hungry for him in such a way that humans had not yet invented an answer to satiate it.
“Swiss?”
Dew looked at him, brows scrunched and mouth pinched together. Uneasiness weighed down his features. His right hand was outstretched as he tried offering him the joint back for his turn. Clearly he’d been trying to pass it back for a while.
“Oh, yeah, sorry.” The multi ghoul apologized as he accepted the offering.
The fire ghoul looked as if he was considering his next words carefully. He was annoyed. Dew had worked very hard over the last years on slowing down his reactive attitude. Swiss was incredibly appreciative of his efforts, but it was always obvious when Dewdrop did his best not to boil over. There was always an intensity to his down turned brow and hard pressed lips.
“Did you hear anything I said?”
Swiss suddenly felt guilty. He knew Dew was self conscience of his own rambling and the last thing he wanted was for him to feel embarrassed or like a nuisance. He had definitely heard him, he just wasn’t as familiar with the details of it all. Careful honesty was probably the best way forward here, though.
“Yeah, I caught most of it. I think you were saying you were considering pulling Phantom aside to privately talk to him about it? Did you need help talking to the kid?”
Dew’s hard set expression didn’t budge. He was likely trying to decide if he accepted the reply. He’d been burned emotionally so many times that Swiss certainly didn’t blame him for being careful. He discarded the little stub of a roach into the ashtray on the bedside table.
“Nah, I can talk to him,” He finally said, features relaxing, “But maybe you can help me find a way to say it that doesn’t sound so...”
“Pissy?”
The light jab landed with precision as Dew’s mouth dropped open. Surprise morphed into humor as he laughed lightly and flipped him off.
“Fuck you.”
Swiss stood then, yawning deeply as he stretched his arms overhead. Practice had run over late tonight. He’d honestly been exhausted hours ago, but the tiny dumbass had been so pissed off and pent up, he figured he could spare a few more hours. Looking at him now with his crinkled eyes and genuine grin, he was glad he did.
“Sure you can, but in the morning. I’m beat.”
Internally he celebrated another direct hit as the other ghoul stuttered over himself in an attempt at clarifying his own words. Despite his argumentative and spirited outward nature, the guy got flustered easily in private. There was no show to put on here. There were no masks to hide behind or personalities to curate. And while there was plenty of truth behind that persona (with countless fights as proof), Dewdrop would never be caught dead showing another living thing vulnerability. That is, except for here, nestled into these quiet moments. Well, relatively quiet moments. Between all of his chattering away.
Swiss leaned down and captured those restless lips with his own. It was a soft kiss meant only to quench his growing thirst for closeness. There was no teeth or tongue, just gentle yearning. Swiss undoubtedly loved this stupid fuck.
When he pulled away he admired the blush aggressively creeping its way up Dew’s features. His golden eyes were glazed and contented before snapping back to reality and glaring up at him.
“What was that for?”
Swiss shrugged his shoulders smoothly and sent him a wink in response. He went to reach for the light switch before pausing to ask about sleeping arrangements. It was more of a courtesy at this point, anyway.
“You staying tonight?”
Dew’s nose wrinkled with offense as he looked at the multi ghoul incredulously.
“Yeah, of course. Unless you’re kicking me out?”
The other ghoul didn’t even bother to wait for his reply, instead taking the cue for bed and sprawling out over Swiss’ pillows.
Swiss chuckled and flicked the light off.
“Good, scoot over then. I wanna be little spoon.”