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Rain may be quiet, but he isn’t shy.

“Handsy tonight,” he murmurs, leaning against the hotel room wall, arms folded against his chest, looking utterly at ease. Dew, on the other hand, is already aching with anticipation, naked where he sits on the edge of bed before him. Nervy, hands balled up in sheets that feel scratchy against his skin. There’s heat peppering his cheeks that’s hidden by the mask, but it’s rapidly creeping down his neck. And sure, Dew trends towards impatient when it comes to sex, but that isn’t the reason he’s exposed and vulnerable while Rain is still clothed in jeans and a soft white shirt. He’s naked because Rain ordered him to undress, and who was he to ignore that? Especially when it came gift wrapped in a gentle but commanding voice that he’s sure none of the other ghouls know Rain’s capable of. He couldn’t possibly.

“You liked it. Crowd sure did.” Dew smiles up at him, the corners of his mouth pulled up just enough to flash pointed teeth. Rain nods, the smallest of movements.

“Spread your legs for me,” Rain says. The room is dark, but there’s some light filtering through the break in the window curtains, and as Dew (shockingly, surprisingly- the band would be beside themselves if they knew Dew was capable of behaving) does as he’s told, he knows there’s more than enough to highlight the way his hard cock jumps. Rain lets out a low groan, letting his hands drop so he can squeeze the bulge in his pants shamelessly. “Yeah. Look at you.”

“Planning on doing more than looking, or what?” Dew knows he’ll be chastised if he reaches for himself, but he does lean back and tilts his head up to expose his throat. Briefly he wonders if Rain can tell just how off-kilter he feels, that his attempts to appear as comfortable as the ghoul before him are just practiced bravado. If he’s honest with himself, his breathing is too shallow not to give it away. Which is fine, since Rain much prefers seeing Dew a little wrecked. “Wanna get handsy too?” Rain finally peels off his shirt and Dew’s fingers itch with the want to touch him. He tosses it unceremoniously onto the floor.

“Finish undressing me and find out.”

Dew springs forward immediately and grasps the belt loops so he can tug Rain’s hips towards his face, nuzzling against the outline of Rain’s cock. Above him, Rain huffs out a laugh, but it’s cut short when fingers find the button and zipper and begin shoving both the jeans and underwear down his thighs to pool at his feet.

Rain’s cock is right there and ruddy and- Dew wants to shove it in his mouth, but again, it’s not something he’s been told he can do, so he just stares, moans, digging his claws into Rain’s thighs just enough to dimple the grey skin, mouth watering.

“Can I?” Unholy Father, he’s breathless.

“Scoot back on the bed, get comfortable.”

Dew scrambles to do so, not caring about how eager or desperate it looks. His cock’s been chubby since touching Rain’s throat, dragging that hand down his chest on stage and while vanity and ego are two things he possesses in spades, it’s nothing so profound he’ll ruin an opportunity like this.

He settles in, leaning back against his elbows and tries to take steady breaths as Rain steps out of the pants at his feet and begins to crawl towards him. A tail slides up his inner thigh as Rain nestles himself between legs kept spread, and Dew can’t help the whine that escapes. A hand smooths up the cool metal of his mask and comes to rest at the back, holding.

“Open up,” Rain breathes- finally finally sounding unsteady. “Lemme see that little pink tongue, huh? Show me what I get to use.”

He has to close his eyes, can’t look at Rain directly right now. His lips part, mouth falling open and lets his forked tongue roll out, hot and wet and the sound Rain makes is one that is going to stick with him for a very, very long time.