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Dream yawns and tunes in the conversation his friends are having.
Or rather, the useless discussion they have had for two hours.
"You're such an idiot, George, there's no way in hell you think Star Wars is better than the Lord of the rings, like, you can't be that tasteless!" Sapnap shouts like he doesn't have neighbours he could wake up at any moment.
George scoffs. "You can't be talking about good tastes when you like anime, come talk to me when you stop watching shit with little to no plot and that only exists to please dudes that haven't talked to another human in their lives."
"Now, you can't just generalize it like that and call it a fucking argument-"
"Oh, you want to hear arguments-"
"This is actually crazy guys." Dream butts in, smiling when both Sapnap and George shut up to hear him. "I was reading an article and this exact conversation was written word for word under the example of two bitchless men talking."
And like the bastard he is, Dream starts laughing, wheezing when his friends voices sound choppy through his speakers because of how loud they are trying to speak.
"Says you, dumbass, when was the last time you got laid?" Sapnap fires back, Dream rolls his eyes at his crossed arms and raised eyebrows.
"I don't know, uh, a year ago?" Dream mutters, maybe it was a bad idea to joke about that, but it's not like any of them are fooling around with anyone-
"And anyways, I'm not "bitchless" and neither is Sapnap." George says.
Silence wraps them for the first time in hours and Dream feels like he's just been electrocuted.
What.
"What?" He crooks out, confused, he squints at George's cam.
He shrugs. "Weren't you paying attention?" and with a slight turn of his head, George pointedly looks directly at his camera. "We get bitches, as you so eloquently put it."
Dream frowns. "What." He repeats, surely, there's something wrong with George's audio, or maybe he's imagining the whole thing.
"Are you dumb?" George asks, and it's obvious he's getting exasperated. "We have sex, we have an active sex life, I literally don't how to make this any clearer."
"With who?!" Dream asks and it's a valid question in his opinion, why is he finding out about this until now?
"That's none of your business." George tsks, "Congratulations on being the only virgin of the group."
He frowns, "I'm not a virgin, you know that damn well," he mutters, then he remembers they're in fact, a group, so he turns his attention to Sapnap's cam. "Why does George you're getting your dick wet but not me, uh, Pandas?"
Sapnap whines, looking like he rather be anywhere but there. "You can't use the pet name card for this dude, that's fucking unfair," he pointedly looks away, shrugging like George did before, "I don't know what to say, it's not like I told him, George's just a nosy bitch who always get his way."
"I'm not a bitch." George says, but otherwise, doesn't fight the rest of the affirmation.
Dream can only ignore the numb feeling that creeps on him, nodding slowly. "Okay, I guess that, congratulations? I don't fucking know; I feel like an idiot now."
"You're always an idiot," Sapnap laughs, "anyways, Karl told me that Foolish told him that Punz said to him that-"
He swears he tries to listen, but his mind keeps drifting to their earlier conversation, who are the persons that apparently, Sapnap and George are seeing? Why didn't they tell him before? He wouldn't judge them if it isn't anything serious, did they thought it was embarrassing, perhaps? But why did George speak for the both of them, were they really keeping it a secret on purpose?
It shouldn't be a big deal, it's not a big deal, it's mostly his anxiety speaking, trying to give him ideas, but it's still weird.
Maybe he's jealous that they're actually doing things and he's not, that would explain the weird feeling that's been sitting on his stomach since George said it.
But that night, when he thinks about it again, he can't exactly imagine himself sleeping with some random girl or guy, so then, maybe he's not jealous?
He shakes his head, it's dumb he's overthinking it so much, anyways, it's their private life, as far as Dream knows, they can do whatever the hell they want.
A week later, and Dream has almost forgot about it, he's busy with work and between visiting his family and talking with his friend, he doesn't think about it again.
He's about to go to sleep when his phone pings with a notification.
Taking his phone, he knows it's probably Sapnap sending him stupid memes or maybe George, urging him to stay with him because he hasn't sleep.
Sapnap sent you a photo.
He hums and opens his and Sapnap's conversation.
He freezes when he looks at the image Sapnap just sent him.
It's his friend, sitting in the floor in front of his full body mirror, he's wearing one of George's sweaters (he would recognize it everywhere, George loves that fucking sweater) it sits on him covering ever so slightly his boxers, enough to make it seem like he's not wearing any at least, he's smiling confidently, a contrast with the blush that adorns his face, while Dream keeps touring through it, he realizes Sapnap's neck is covered with hickeys.
Now, the picture is suggestive at best, but Dream isn't an idiot, it wasn't supposed to be a photo meant for his Instagram’s feed, Sapnap meant to send this to someone in private.
He should say something, it's weird he's watching it so intently, Sapnap is just his friend and he's being weird by staring at a photo that wasn't meant for him to see.
And while he feels strange by that idea (was it for the person Sapnap has been seeing?) he really doesn't want to touch that topic and what would imply.
He shoots back a "???" it's probably enough so that Sapnap can see his mistake and text back a "omg sorry dude lol, won't happen again" and that would be the end of the story.
Apparently, it's not because as soon as Sapnap sees the message, he's calling him.
Nervous, he accepts the call. "Dude-"
"Oh, my fucking God, Dream, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to send it to you, fuck- it was an accident I swear, I'm really sorry-"
"Whoa, Pandas, slow down." Dream quickly says, a little surprised to hear Sapnap like that, but he kind of understands why.
Sapnap inhales and exhales once, then he clears his throat, his voice comes out more softly. "Ugh, I'm so stupid- Dude, I swear I thought you were- someone else, I'm sorry you had to see that ugly photo-"
His mouth moves on its own and Dream, instead of saying something normal, says. "Don't say that, you look hot."
Sapnap pause, bewildered.
Dream groans, unable to help himself, slightly awkward he stutters. "Well- You look good, I mean- God, uh, objectively speaking, you look hot," he groans again, "sorry, that was- I'm being weird, sorry-"
Sapnap laughs, his voice drips with shyness. "Don't worry dude, that's- um, it's good to hear, I guess? I thought you were going to be mad or something" a pause, "and I wasn't sure if it was like, a good photo, I kind of felt like I was showing too much skin and got insecure, so, uh, thanks, it means a lot," Sapnap snorts, "oh my God, now that sounded fucking weird-"
Dream laughs too, his shoulders dropping and feeling like he can finally breath. "Don't worry, we're both being weird, but if it helps, I really mean it, if someone tells you otherwise, then they're fucking blind and not worth your time."
Sapnap huffs, "Shut up idiot," he can hear him moving, Dream supposes he gets up from his bed, "then, we're okay, right? This isn't going to make things weird between us?"
His mind goes back to the photo, he thinks of thighs and how it would feel to touch them-
Dream decides to blame the lack of sleep, so with enough conviction that Sapnap shouldn't doubt him, he speaks. "Of course, I’m not a puritan and we've been friends since we were kids, we're more than okay."
"Okay, phew, good." Sapnap mutters, more to himself than to Dream. "Well, then good night! Sorry I kept you up because of this."
"Again, don't worry, sleep well." Dream replies back, somewhat regretful that Sapnap is leaving.
The conversation keeps playing in his mind, the photo- he can't stop thinking about it too, it's weird, because he's not disgusted or something like that, he's more enamored by it? He doesn't know what word would define it best, but everything about it, it's like he's seeing Sapnap from another angle.
He has always known his friends are attractive, he wasn't shy to admit it, but it's a really different thing to see him like that.
He should just, ignore it, it may be a weird hyperfixation that would go away eventually.
So, he goes to sleep, hoping that tomorrow, he could forget about it.
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They're in his room, Dream is lying down on his bed, Sapnap sitting completely on his dick.
Sapnap moans and the sound goes directly to Dream's dick.
"That's it baby, just like that." Dream whispers against his ear, relishing in the shudder that goes through the other's body.
"Dream, come on-" Sapnap whines, he tries to move his hips, anything to get some sort of friction, but Dream's hold doesn't let him.
He smirks. "What is it pretty boy? Wasn't this what you wanted?" Dream teases, it's tempting, to just give in and fuck him relentlessly but Sapnap makes it so fucking difficult when he looks like that, sitting completely on the blonde’s cock, squirming in a poor attempt to get some sort of stimulation.
"This isn't what I wanted, Dream." God, this should be a painting, Dream thinks offhandedly, the image of Sapnap with blushed cheeks and agape mouth, sighing at even the tiniest of moves, he looks perfect, ethereal.
It's almost enough to make him crack, almost. "Then use your words baby, I thought you wanted my cock."
Sapnap moans, looking away while he closes his eyes. "Dream, just-"
"Yeah?" He urges, more softly than before.
That seems to make Sapnap lose whatever inhibitions he was trying to hold onto. "Fuck me, fuck me, please, want to feel good."
Something shatters, maybe his sanity, maybe his self-control, but Dream doesn't hear anything else before he squeezes a little harder, lifting Sapnap by the hips and lowering him back down.
They both moan in unison, Sapnap's coming out between a mix of a moan and a sob and Dream is almost sure he’s seeing stars with how good it feels to finally move.
"Dream, yes, more please, I can take it." His tone is needy and Dream would do anything for him if he asked him like that.
(Well, he's pretty sure he would do anything for him, it didn't matter how Sapnap asked, if only he asked, Dream would do it without hesitating.)
"You beg so nicely baby, so perfect," Dream groans.
Slowly, they both find their pace, Sapnap jumping slightly to get Dream deeper and Dream helping him by the hips, the obscene sounds they make resound in the echo of the room.
"Dream, Dream, I'm so close, please, please, please." Sapnap begs, Dream isn't that far behind him.
His thrusts get sloppier by the second, with a quick motion, he changes their position and places Sapnap on the bed, continuing his thrusts as his hand goes down to Sapnap's dick to stroke it, his partner cums with a moan of "Dream" and the blonde does shortly after.
And then, he wakes up.
The darkness of his room confuses him for a second, it's only that after a few seconds of looking at his surroundings that Dream feels something sticky in his boxers.
"For fuck's sake." He whispers.
Okay, he's the first one to admit this isn't exactly normal, he's pretty not a lot of people get dreams about fucking one of his best friends, but it's the first time it happened and it's been a really long time since he's actually done something with someone, the most reasonable answer is that he's just a little frustrated after hearing that his friends do have a life outside him, which, of course it's alright! Dream doesn't have any right to be jealous of them having game.
But if he blushes and stutters for five days straight every time, he talks to Sapnap, he prays that he doesn't notice it.
Out of the three of them, he's the one who normally tends to send random photos of himself when he's bored or if he doesn't know how to begin a conversation but still wants to talk with George or Sapnap, the latter is who tends to follow his game more often than not, but doesn't actually send photos first and he has a theory that George is allergic to photos or some bullshit because he's made it extremely clear he's not fan of them, only when Sapnap or him want to post something on their Instagram is that George relents.
So, Dream is fairly surprised when he sees a notification on Snapchat, a message from George, for a second, the obvious answer is that his friend just sent him a picture of his cat or something dumb because he's bored, that wouldn't be out of character from him, so Dream doesn't even begin to question what it could be until he's opening it, he didn't even remember what happened the last time he thought that while opening a photo from one of his friends.
He chokes on his own saliva when it loads.
It took them like three months before stopping their jokes about George owning like fifteen of the same type of pants that looked more like clothes one would wear while doing exercise, George would roll his eyes most of the time, but sometimes he would just say they were comfortable and that they made him look good.
To be fair, he did look good, but Dream couldn't just say that aloud, so making fun of him was the next best thing.
Now, he thinks he understands why George uses them in the first place.
It's subtle, if it weren't with how engrossed he's on the photo, he wouldn't have seen it in the first place but in the picture it's clear that it wasn't taken with innocent intentions, he recognizes George's hand, it's resting calmly against his crotch and it's making enough pressure that Dream can see the outline of his dick.
Dream gulps, blinking slowly, he looks at the photo again.
Did George just send him a nude?
As if on fire, Dream drops his cell phone quickly and covers his mouth, noticing how agitated his breathing is.
This isn't like what happened to Sapnap, with him, he could at least try to give it a more innocent context, could ignore what his friend looked like with enough conviction, but this?
And there's no one else there, for fuck's sake, he lives alone, why is he acting like this? but still, he feels like someone is about to open his door and punish him for, for-
For what?
It's not like he intended to stare at the photo for so long, he was just surprised! And he had every right to be when apparently, in his free time, George texts someone to send them fucking nudes.
(He doesn't even know why he's so frustrated, this already happened with Sapnap, which is a little weird, on them and on himself, because he didn't think about the photo that much now, but with George sending him this-)
Does it even count as a nude? The only skin he's showing is his hand, but the intentions of the photo are pretty clear.
Dream bits his lip, his phone sitting on his bed, like the picture isn't open on it.
And like the universe is adamant on playing with him, it starts ringing, he doesn't even need to look at the id to know who it is.
"Hey." He says with a surprising level voice.
George hums, "Hey, so, you saw it."
Dream blinks, "Uh, yeah, because you fucking sent it to me."
Then he sighs, Dream can hear how he accommodates in his chair. "Okay, sorry I guess, I wasn't paying attention and I thought I had sent it to the correct person."
Normally, he would make a joke, flirt or something, but Dream can't stop thinking about the fucking photo. "Whatever, be more careful, I don't want to see that shit."
A mistake, because George only laughs, in that way of his when he's about to be a little shit on purpose. "Sure, and that's why you didn't say anything before I called you."
That caught him off guard, and in a way, George is right, he didn't say anything right away, too busy watching the photo itself.
He won't say that to George though. "Shut up dumbass, what the hell was I supposed to say?"
"I don't know, anything, really."
"Well- I didn't because I was surprised, sue me." Dream stresses, hoping he sounds annoyed enough.
George scoffs. "Alright, let me act like I believe you."
"Why the fuck are you being so weird about it? Sapnap wasn't-" He starts but interrupts himself when he remembers again that it's not the first time one of his friends has send him a nude.
"Sapnap?" George asks with false curiosity; Dream rolls his eyes.
Did they plan this? "You know what? Just- don't send me anymore pictures of your dick, I'm sure your whatever wouldn't be happy if they found out."
"Alright, I'm sorry, really," George says and like an afterthought, he mentions, "but just so you know, my whatever wouldn't be mad about it."
"What do you mean-"
"Well, sorry again, byeee." Is what George says before he ends the call.
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He's not sure what time is, the only thing he knows for sure is that George is absolutely pretty while he's on his knees and Dream thinks he's about to cum from looking at him alone.
He smirks. "What? Do I have something on my face?"
Dream breaths, his hand moves to George's hair, carefully running his fingers through the brown locks. "You just- you look good like that."
George tilts his head, his own hands going to Dream's fly. "You like it like this? With me serving you?"
Dream whimpers, George's calculated and slow movements only make him feel hotter inside and when George finally takes his dick from his pants, it's like being showered in lava.
"But remember something," George mutters, bringing his mouth closer to Dream's cock, licking from his balls to the tip, "even if I'm on my knees and sucking your dick, I'm the one in control, do you understand baby?"
Until Dream nods, George goes to take all of him with his mouth, humming when Dream can only moan.
"George, fuck-" Dream whimpers, his grip on George's hair getting harder.
When George takes him out of his mouth, he starts stroking almost lazily. "Such a pretty thing, aren't you? Look at you, so worked up over nothing, it would be pathetic if you weren't so cute."
He moans, looking away from George's intense stare.
"I'm not-"
"What? You're not acting like a bitch in heat just because I put your dick in my mouth?" George laughs, "come on, be a good boy for me and admit it."
Dream sobs, it's too much, George's voice, his movements with his hand, "That's not- I'm not-"
But he does, that's the thing, he wants this so bad, he wants George's hands all over him, he wants his sweet and mean words, he wants everything George is willing to give him.
And he wants the same thing from Sapnap.
"See? You can't even talk, sweetheart," George muses, "but I guess it makes sense, you've been thinking about this for a long time, haven't you?"
Dream nods frantically, being rewarded with George moving his hand faster.
"Come on pretty boy, cum for me." George says, "so gorgeous, so fucking beautiful."
And that's what takes it for Dream to finish.
"So good." George whispers and then picks the cum from his hand, Dream can't help but whimper at the sight. "Can I kiss you, baby?"
God, like he would ever say no to that. "Please."
He can taste himself in George's mouth and that shouldn't turn him on so much but it's like everything that George does is enough to make his insides jolt with eagerness.
"What about we take it to the next level, Dream?" George says against his lips, his hot breath is all he thinks about for a moment, leaning in to steal another kiss.
"I want everything," Dream confesses, George smiles, as always, it takes Dream's breath away.
"Whatever you want darling, I'll give it to you."
He feels George's hands sliding down his shirt, his mouth pressing kisses along his neck.
And in a matter of seconds, his phone alarm is going off and Dream jumps awake.
Did he just have another dream about having sex with his friends?
"I should leave the country." Dream whispers, his alarm keeps ringing and it almost feels mocking.
So, he does what everyone would do in his situation.
He ignores the problem altogether like it wasn't there in the first place.
He can digest the fact that maybe, he's attracted to his friends, but he can't actually do anything about it, the rejection is clear, his friends already are seeing someone and what is he supposed to tell them anyways?
Hey! So, I've been having some weird ass dreams, no pun intended, about both of you and I'm pretty sure I want to have sex with you, maybe I even have feelings for you! This is all fucking new and I'm not sure about anything anymore-
Yeah, not a great plan.
Ignoring it might be the best option, because if not, he would need to figure some shit out and he doesn't think he's prepared for that.
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Two weeks later and his own thoughts are eating him alive, he can't stop thinking about them, about hickeys and moans, pretty lips and soft skin.
And his friends aren't helping him forget about, it's like they tease him on purpose, George's touches started to linger more than what's considered normal, Sapnap keeps staring at him with something in his eyes he can't decipher.
It's almost like they know, but if they do, why? Are they playing with him?
He knows his friends aren't like that, but he can't think about why they're doing all of this.
Sighing, scrolling without actually paying attention, until a notification catches his attention.
It's a video from George.
He gulps, maybe it's a video of them admitting this was some sort of prank?
He opens it, something twisting inside his chest.
"Fuck! George, please, right there-" Sapnap moans.
This has to be a fucking joke.
"You feel so good baby, sound like a fucking angel." George voices comes from behind the phone.
The video ends right there, it's not even a minute long, but Dream feels like he just watched for an hour.
This has to be a fucking mistake- part of the joke, something.
George <3
you can't be fucking serious
oops
wrong number
He doesn't think, acting on pure instincts, he calls George.
"As you could see, Dream, I'm busy, what do you want?" George pants from the other side of the line, Dream shivers when the sound of skin hitting skin make its way to his ear before abruptly stopping.
"This isn't fucking funny." Dream breaths, it's difficult to think about the right words to describe how they can't keep doing this to him, that ever since the first picture, it's been hell and back to get himself to concentrate on things that aren't hickeys and too tight pants, and that it's even more difficult to try and speak whatever nonsense is trying to leave his mouth right in that moment.
George hums. "I don't remember trying to make you laugh," then, he can almost see the smirk on George's face. "Care to elaborate?"
"You know what I'm talking about." Dream says through gritted teeth. "This couldn't have been a fucking accident."
"Oh, but maybe it was?" George cockily replies, "maybe it was for someone else, the world doesn't revolve around you Dream."
He gulps and he fights the urge to fight, to scream and demand an honest answer, "What the hell do you mean by that?"
George laughs, soft and slow and Dream frowns at the sudden silence, he can make out the noise of someone moving the sheets and a moan, when George speaks again, it sounds a little further away.
He's pretty sure he's on speaker now.
"I mean that maybe I really sent you that video by accident, maybe it was for someone else."
"Like who?" Dream takes the bait, this clearly is one of George's little mind games, where he wants to get something but only in a way that's entertaining for him (and if Dream's instinct is right, this could mean that they're about to kill the line between friendship and something else between them).
"Like Karl, for example." George muses and Dream breathing stops for a second when he starts hearing soft moans and again, skin hitting skin.
"Yeah?" Fuck, is he dreaming? Again? He probably is, except that both the sources of his dismay are involved in the dream.
George hums. "Sapnap had a crush on him, did you know that?" Someone whimpers and it's only now that it registers in Dream's brain that "someone" is Sapnap.
Sapnap is getting fucked, not only that, Sapnap is getting fucked by George.
He is hearing them fuck.
Jesus, if it weren't because he wouldn't hear the end of it, he would have finished right there.
"Come on baby, tell him," George teases but Dream knows him more than he knows himself, it's easy to realize the subtle change in his tone, it's more amused and almost mocking, "tell him how you used to cum with Karl's name on your mouth."
Dream waits patiently, he bites his lip with so much force he wonders if he's about to bleed and then-
"It's, it's true, shit," Sapnap groans and Dream has never hear him sound so submissive, so plaint. "I would think about how it would be if he fucked me, I wondered if he would be gentle, ah, or if he would be rough-"
A slap and then Dream can hear how Sapnap moans, "Yeah, 'cause he likes it when it hurts, don't you, slut?" George's voice cuts in.
"Did you-" Dream finds himself asking, morbid curiosity nagging him.
"What? Slapped him?" George laughs, low and deep. "Damn, Dream, if you can't keep up with us, I might think you're not interested in-"
"No!" Dream rushes to say, were he a better man (and a less horny one) he would have been embarrassed about it, now, he just needs to hear for a little longer, just to know if they're being serious about it or if this is a really elaborate prank on him. "Sorry- I was, I didn't think it was actually that."
"I guess I can see why, I was surprised too when I found out," George responds, a whine coming from Sapnap's mouth, "who would have known Sapnap was such a cockslut."
"Shut the fuck up-" Sapnap agitatedly says.
Another slap resonates in the room, Dream's cock jumps, interested by it.
"As I was saying," George snaps, "maybe it was for Punz, God, have you seen him?" then he forces out between a moan and a laugh, "His dick is probably huge, could fill Sapnap so well and he looks like he's a brat, I would have so much fun ruining him."
Dream whimpers at that, is low and if they were under different circumstances, it would have gone unnoticed, but with his hand shamedly going under his boxers and taking his eager dick, Dream can't fight the need to make noise any longer.
George of course, notices it.
"What was that, sweetheart?" George says and Dream feels bad that apparently, he stops moving -if Sapnap's broken whimper is something to go by- while they have been talking to each other, in a way, it feels like George is just talking to him, demanding something from him.
It shouldn't be as hot as it is.
When Dream doesn't answer right away, George speaks again. "Come on darling, tell me, what are you doing?"
He should leave, escape and avoid getting his pride (and feelings) hurt, hang up and act like this never happened, he knows if he told them, George and Sapnap would understand, they would forget and wouldn't even dream about crossing his boundaries, but God, this is it, he has the option of getting what he's been yearning for so long, longer than he even knew, he just has to give in.
"I'm touching myself," Dream whispers, like it's a secret.
In a way, he guesses it is, George only hums, a smile obviously adorning his face. "Good boy."
Oh.
Dream moans, louder and a lot more embarrassed by it, "George-"
Of course, in true George fashion, he laughs, then, he teases. "I didn't know praise was what did it for you, I guess it doesn't actually surprise me," A groan and a sob, "did you hear that whore? Dream likes when you tell him he's good."
"He's so fucking good," Sapnap says, his voice sounds utterly fucked and Dream just wants him to keep talking, "he was so nervous when I sent him those photos, always quick to assure, such a good boy, he deserves the entire world."
"He is." George agrees, "You are, Dream, do you want to know something?"
His hand is still on his cock, waiting. "W-what?"
"Those photos- the video, they were only for you, baby, we don't want anyone else," Again and if the sound isn't fucking addicting, Dream can hear how George resumes his movements, now, even faster, "we've been thinking about you for months, even before we got together, you won't leave our mind."
Earth shatters and the sun explodes, they want him, Dream isn't sure how to process it.
He gulps. "Are- are you serious?"
Sapnap breaths. "Yes, of course we're serious, I wouldn't send those types of photos to anyone else even if they paid me, Dream, we want you, you with your stupid and pretty face-"
Dream laughs at this, the weight on his chest getting smaller. "You can't just call me stupid after all of this."
"I'm sure I can, I haven't been edged since the beginning of this fucking call just so I couldn't get the privilege of being a little rude." Sapnap huffs.
George laughs, "You say it like you don't enjoy it."
"Fuck you." Sapnap responds without any heat behind it, more affectionate than anything else.
"Maybe when Dream is here." It comes easily from George's mouth, and Dream reminds what they're doing.
"So, um..."
"Tonight, you get to decide whenever Sapnap cums, okay angel?" George says at hearing him hesitate, Dream wishes he really could be there, to feel his labored against his skin, to drink in Sapnap's moans, to mark, to own, to be owned, but for the moment, this is more than enough. "And you can't cum until he does, so don't let the power go to your head, sounds good?"
Dream dumbly nods. "Yeah, that's- fuck, yes, please."
"And you, baby? Does it sound good for you?" George asks slowly, his tone softer.
Dream registers Sapnap humming and then, a kiss being placed somewhere.
The image makes itself home in his mind, George leaning to leave a sweet kiss on Sapnap's lips, something that would be innocent if he weren't deep down in Sapnap.
"Alright, you hear us just fine, right Dream?" George pants, probably adjusting himself.
"Yes." Dream responds, pressing over the tip of his dick.
"Good." And then, for maybe the third time during their call, he can hear how George starts thrusting again. "If you were here, I would take my time with you, baby."
He moans, his hand moving slowly, teasing himself. "What else?"
"I would kiss you, leave marks on your neck, wherever you'll let me," George's voice mixes amazingly with the sound of him fucking Sapnap, "open you up until I found your sweet spot, tease you until you begged for my cock."
This is probably what heaven is like, Dream thinks while he moves his hand in the exact way he guesses George would do it. "George, please."
"If you're good, I would let Sapnap suck you off," George mutters, he can hear how he's less and less composed he gets by the second, Dream likes it maybe a little too much, but it's evidence that this is affecting him as much as it's affecting them.
"Fuck, really?"
"Yes," Sapnap sobs, his voice high and full of lust, "I would love to taste you in my mouth, I bet you're fucking big-"
He's on his limit, and with how louder Sapnap and George sound, he's sure they are too.
“I would do anything for you, whatever you want,” Dream says, breathlessly, “George- please can we- please?”
“Fuck, you ready to finish, pretty boy?” George says, “you can, both of you, you've been so good.”
Sapnap moans and Dream that's the drop that spills the glass, he cries their names while the orgasm hits him.
Everything feels a little fuzzy for a few moments, when he regains his mind again, he can hear from the other side of the line how George and Sapnap are still coming down from their highs, with enough attention, he's almost sure he can know which labored breath is from who, but his thoughts are still forming slowly, so he leaves it for another time.
“Damn, that was hot as fuck.” Sapnap says after a while, he sounds giddy and Dream smiles at that.
“Yeah, it was.” Dream agrees, feeling the tension leave his body once he knows for sure their dynamic hasn't changed after everything.
“You okay, Dream?” George asks, his voice sounds less demanding and more careful, Dream, not for the first time, thinks about what it would be like to be there with them.
“I think so, I feel tired,” he giggles, kicking his boxers to the side, he lies on his bed, hugging one of his pillows.
“Imagine how I feel,” Sapnap says back, groaning at something, “George-”
“Sorry,” the other apologizes, Dream is a little surprised to hear how sincere he sounds. “I'll be right back, keep each other company in the meantime.”
“I guess we'll survive without you, Gogs.” Sapnap says, Dream can hear how George gets up, probably to find something to clean.
Silence surrounds them but it's nothing unfamiliar, it's almost comfortable, but something lingers between them.
“Is everything okay, like, with us?” Sapnap asks, he sounds vulnerable, his tone making it obvious that they're talking about something important.
Dream blinks. “As friends or…?”
“Well,” a pause, and the sound of someone moving, “we've been meaning to talk about it, um, being more than friends with you for a while and it really wasn't just the dirty talking, George was saying the truth about us thinking about you like something more even before we got together.”
“So, you mean, we could be together, the three of us?” It sounds too good to be true, if he's honest, he doesn't even know if he deserves it, when he doesn't fully understand his own feelings, it wouldn't be fair to them.
“I mean, if you wanted.” Sapnap mutters honestly.
“Well-”
“You don't have to give us an answer right now if you're not ready.” George cuts in, Dream counts the number of steps it takes him to get to where the phone is and it helps ground him. “We can talk about it later; we just want to know you're okay with what just happened.”
Sapnap hums his agreement and Dream, he's not exactly sure what to make out of this other than he doesn't deserve such wonderful people in his life.
“Is it really okay if we talk about it later?” He asks, even when he already knows the answer.
“Of course,” Sapnap says, “it's aftercare time anyways!”
“Aftercare?”
“Yeah,” George says slowly, “I know it might be a little difficult with you being away but-”
“Oh, shit, no, don't worry I get it, I'm just- I'm not really familiar with it.”
“What? Really?” Sapnap asks, he doesn't sound like he's judging him, more like he's hurt by the admission. “Well, next time, we'll make sure to be there so we can coddle you to death.”
Dream giggles, hiding his face on his pillow even if they can't see him. “That sounds good.”
“Do you have water with you there, baby? Maybe a snack?” George asks softly, he sounds so fond and that makes him more nervous than everything they just did.
“Um, I can go get water, but I'm not hungry.”
“Alright, we'll wait for you here, okay?”
When he gets back, the call is still going and George and Sapnap are talking about dinner plans, he doesn't want to interrupt but George is the one who hears him get back and includes him in the conversation.
“I really wish you were here to cuddle; we could take turns being middle spoon and everything.” Sapnap whines, it's really cute to hear him because Dream knows for a fact that they're already cuddling, it took them almost five minutes to find a comfortable position and Dream laughed at them the whole time.
“We can cuddle next time, Pandas.” Dream mumbles, smiling.
“That's a promise?” George yawns.
Dream bites his lip, pulling his pillow closer to his chest. “Yeah, 'course it is.”
He falls asleep like that, the murmur of voices lulling Dream to sleep.