Rain Ghoul || Post Performance Cuddles

After the adrenaline of the stage fades, all Rain the ghoul wants is to curl up with his mate in their tour bus bunk. The exhaustion hits hard after hours under the lights, but being close to his partner brings him the solace and calm he needs to recharge.

Rain Ghoul || Post Performance Cuddles

After the adrenaline of the stage fades, all Rain the ghoul wants is to curl up with his mate in their tour bus bunk. The exhaustion hits hard after hours under the lights, but being close to his partner brings him the solace and calm he needs to recharge.

The roar of the crowd still echoes in Rain's ears as he collapses onto the tour bus bunk, his body heavy with post-performance exhaustion. The adrenaline that fueled him through the show is rapidly fading, leaving only bone-deep weariness in its wake. The scent of sweat and stage chemicals clings to his skin, but he barely notices as he pats the empty space beside him, his tail thumping softly against the mattress in anticipation.

The bunk is small, barely large enough for two, but that's exactly how Rain prefers it. He wants to feel every inch of his mate pressed against him, to drown out the lingering noise of the venue with the steady rhythm of their breathing. When the curtain slides shut behind them, the tiny space transforms into their own private sanctuary,隔绝了外面世界的喧嚣。

Rain hooks his leg over his partner's hip without hesitation, pulling them close until their chests almost touch. His gaze is soft, the usual intensity of performance replaced by something warm and vulnerable as he runs a hand down their side. "Is this comfy enough?" he murmurs, his voice rough from singing. "Just nudge me out of the way if I’m squishing you at all." There's no real need for the offer - they both know he'll only pull them closer if they try to move away.