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The truth was that he wasn't used to loving anything. And he found when he did, he believed that in the end he would only lose them. For all the ones who were supposed to love him, had either abandoned him or forsaken him, one way or another. And sometimes, he resented you for unearthing a piece of him he previously believed to be nonexistent.
And other times, he realized it was the best in him. That you were the best of him.
That caring for you was what made him painfully, wonderfully human.
Dream of the Endless was watching you sleep one night, because it almost seemed wrong to do anything else when he could lie here and watch you sleep instead. You were so rarely still when you were awake or when you were dreaming. Even when you weren't moving you were constantly alert, always taking everything in, never truly at rest. It was a gift to see you like this, brows smooth and limbs slack in the safety of a deep slumber. In the safety of your bed.
He longed to trace the slope of your nose with his fingertip, but he didn't want to risk waking you so he traced you with his eyes instead as he hovered over you.
Your soft lashes, the line of your jaw, the column of your neck, the shallow curve of a breast half-covered by the sheet. He drank it all in, his eyes focused yet wandering. You were wearing a sheer nightgown and a pair of silk panties.
In the pale moonlight, your face was illuminated with a soft glow as you were sprawled out. Your face was turned towards him, your breaths rolling softly against his skin. You started to shift around, your legs carefully curling around his and lips parted in a few unintelligible words.
Dream couldn't help himself and his hands grazed at your bare skin, his fingers tracing over the outline of your jaw. Your breaths continued to brush against his face and he watched the way your nostrils flared with every intake of air. Your lips, ones that he has grown to crave like an unhealthy addiction, pout every so slightly as your eyebrows furrowed, a sign that you must be dreaming. He considered visiting you in your dream, but once again settled for watching you in slumber. And he still couldn't believe that you were his.
He traced his fingers over the shape of your lips before they slid below your chin as he tried to draw constellations on you, trying to conjure his own stories that he wanted to linger on your skin.
In the end, his drawings came down to a mere shape: a heart, that he drew and looped on your arm over and over. He didn't quite understand the feelings that stirred and whirred in the pit of his stomach but they were there, deep in his heart. He never imagined that he'd be so enamored, that life would lead him to a girl who argued so passionately, who was a force to be reckoned with, who was an utter lioness when you needed to be.
He started to think of all the nights he spent without you. Before you came into his life like the disruptive force that you were and turned everything upside down. He couldn't believe that there were several nights he spent feeling completely and utterly alone, and not knowing you were out there somewhere. And how there were also nights where you were unattainable in the most painful way. In his reach, but never within his grasp.
And how he'd never, ever go back to that point.
Your eyes cracked open and you squinted tiredly up at him. "Dream? What are you doing?" you asked. You were quick to realize that he was watching you. "That's creepy."
Dream chuckled in what sounded like embarrassment and he leaned away from you. "I'm sorry," he said in a whisper.
"Why weren’t you in my dream?" you asked groggily.
"I prefer to watch you here for now," Dream admitted in a small voice.
"Oh," you answered. You didn't have to ask, you already knew what was on his mind. "Okay. Come here," you told him.
He moved closer, but it was with an uncertainty, almost cautious. You placed your hands on his shoulders and brought him closer on your own.
He didn't deserve you and he knew, but then he was on top of you, your back against the mattress, your lips parted just the slightest bit. And you looked so inviting that something inside of him loosened until it felt relaxed and slack. There was no rush, here. You looked up at him with a warmth in your eyes and a flush upon your cheeks and he was charmed by you. He always was. He always would be.
And when he kissed you, with a deep slowness, intent on exploring every centimeter of you, every patch of skin you would bare to him.
He couldn't imagine kissing anyone else.
You could tie his tongue into knots with just your mouth. You could tie him into knots with a look. It wouldn't even be deliberate, he knew, and that was the worst power of all that you had over him. Any word, any touch: he was desperate for you, a man depraved, wanting for your warmth and your affection. He wanted to be loved so deeply that he was sick of it, loved so wholeheartedly that he would never know how it felt to be unloved. And you were everything good he knew his blood-speckled hands should not touch. Even now, he imagined you were regretful.
But you weren't. You opened your mouth, made an intoxicating noise against him as your fingers looped into his hair.
You didn't mean to bring him to the brink of madness, but you did. The madness for touch. For warmth. For your love.
He wanted to understand you, understand the depths of your soul, your core. He ached for you. He wanted you. He had always wanted you.
So he kissed you, deeply, calculating. Almost, in a way, lazy. Until suddenly, with the swiftness of a bolt of lightning, it wasn't. Suddenly, you were too much and what he had of you wasn't enough. His hands slid down over your shoulders and he wanted to feel your pulse and trace your teeth and press you close enough to feel you breathing against him. He wanted you skin to skin. He wanted your soul bared to him, wanted to touch it, hold it, hold you, in his palms and never let you go. It was you who stayed, stays, it was you who whispered his name against his lips.
He whispered your own back as though it was sacred. Because it was. Because you were. Your mouth and your hands and everything that you were. You arched against him, pulling away for the barest moment and panted into the suddenly too-hot air of the room, but he was already moving to kiss your jaw. He felt your skin against his lips and he wanted to kiss you everywhere. Anywhere you would let him. He thought he could palm you anywhere and never get enough of you. He breathed you in, your scent, until all he exhaled was you, carrying the scraps of your name as though a chant or a hymn.
You tangled your hand with his hair and whispered his name, reverent, wanting, and who was he to deny you when you bared your throat and his mouth was so hungry for you, so needy for your taste? Your skin was addicting, you were addicting, your very existence made him feel as though he was taking his first breaths of air after suffocation. And he wanted to drown in you and you in him.
He would never tire of moments like these, of being mouth to throat with you, of kissing you, of wanting to kiss you everywhere. He has always found himself wanting to wrap himself up in you and let you do everything you wanted and tell him just what you wanted him to do. He loved hearing your gasps of pleasure echoing in the room, bringing each of his nerve endings alive until he was only a hard knot of muscle and ache pressed into you, each cell yearning.
Because you were, was, would always be home. The lighthouse beckoning him like a beacon from a shore. You were the shore. You were the ocean, too. He could feel himself unraveling and he wondered if that was just the kind of kiss you had, the kind that could unwind him and make him come apart, only for you to bring him back together again how you wanted. Because he wanted to be what you wanted. Wanted to be the kind of man you were desperate to kiss, the kind of man you would press your hips against and tell him you wanted him, too.
His heartbeat slammed in his chest in time to yours as he kissed you, teeth and tongue and a desperate moan you let loose into his mouth. He was smitten to the point of awe. You who could unwind him and chose to help him come together, instead.
You were the closest thing he had ever gotten to the definition of holy. And he didn't deserve you. And he knew. And he kissed you silly, wanted to spoil you with touch, and when he caressed you with fingertips that have known both creation and destruction. He was breathing against your neck as you moved your hips against him, clothed, still, but the friction was enough to send shudders down his body.
You allowed him to bring you onto his lap and he breathed in the scent of your hair. He adjusted slightly so you were more comfortable, and you smiled at him before you pulled away slightly and started to pepper his face with kisses while your hands dipped down to his hips, and you brushed your lips over his. The tentative motion was matched easily, and he leaned into you, explicit permission for you to kiss him more deeply. The low groan he made in the back of his throat got louder when you rubbed his thighs, nipping at his upper lip and taking it into your mouth. He brought one hand to your hair and the other between your shoulder blades, pressing you toward him.
Dream felt your smile against his mouth just before you pulled away from him, kissing over his cheek and across his jaw, leaving a tingling feeling everywhere you set your lips. As you reached his throat, he tipped his head back, and you left an open mouth kiss over his Adam's apple, feeling him swallow as one of his hands trailed downward, cupping your ass as he ground against you, letting you feel his arousal.
Slowly, your lips made their way to his ear, licking at the shell before you nuzzled him, swiveling your hips so you were rubbing against his erection, making him gasp quietly. Your fingers crept up his side before curving your palm over his shoulder and to the back of his neck, grasping his hair. Gently, you kissed his ear, grinding down against him once more as you whispered, "Let me in."
He sucked in another harsh breath, opening his eyes to look at you as you pulled away and you smiled at him, the hand on his hip rubbing soothing circles into his flesh. Your lips stretched farther as your smile deepened, and you leaned forward to kiss his nose, making his own mouth twitch upward. You played with his hair between your fingers, seated in his lap and feeling the hard line of his length against your thigh. He cupped the back of your neck and kissed beneath your jaw. You hummed playfully, letting your head fall back.
"Mmmm," he replied, finding your pulse point and tenderly kissing it.
Dream only sucked at your neck, sure to produce a darkened mark, leaving you to let loose a small, breathy "Ah," as he smirked. He only pulled away when you had started grinding down on his lap, and he nipped at you playfully. You bit your lip as Dream pressed burning, open mouthed kisses down to your collar bones, kissing across them and nipping delicately, and he could practically feel the shiver of pleasure that coursed through you.
He slipped his hands under your nightgown and pulled the material over your head, letting it drop to the ground by your bed. You were quick to remove the black ensemble he was wearing and then you made a move to unbutton his pants, but you were having some trouble removing them given your position so he helped you and slid them off along with any remaining articles of clothing. Dream's lips then trailed to your sternum, right atop your heart, and he gently pressed his lips to the spot, the overwhelming tenderness with how he was touching you made your heart swell. His eyelashes tickled over your skin as he pressed his cheek atop your left breast, his touch practically worshiping as his hands trailed over your back, stroking your spine and massaging your skin.
You squirmed atop him, bringing yourself backwards slightly, letting his hardness press to your stomach. When you looked down, taking in his erection, a flush spread across your cheeks. Dream splayed his palm between your shoulders blades and pushed you forward once more so he could kiss over the other side of your neck, leaving you to tangle your fingers in his hair as he left a wicked burning sensation everywhere his lips touched your skin. He bit at your earlobe, worrying the flesh between his teeth. You giggled, though it was broken up by your wanting, breathy noises.
"Just stay with me," you told him, relaxing backward in his hold and bringing your legs around him, running your hands through his hair as he located every spot on your neck and shoulders that made you shiver and shake.
A soft sound vibrated from Dream's throat in response and you swallowed hard when he brought his hands to your hips, grinding against you and connecting your mouths, his tongue sliding over the cushion of your lower lip. You parted your lips for him, tilting your head and deepening the kiss, even as he wrapped an arm around you, settling his palm over your rib cage, his other hand massaged your hip, gently running over your ass. You felt too warm, gasping when he pressed his fingers over a spot that had you jolting, jumping in his lap and rubbing over his erection.
The groan he gave off was intoxicating, and you could feel his precum slicking your skin, making the rub you gave him with your stomach all the more sensual. His tongue came to twine with your own, his hands exploring your body in even more depth than the night before, and you gently pursed your lips and sucked, one of your hands coming between you two, intent on touching him, making him feel as good as he was making you feel.
But he pulled away as your fingers gently brushed over his flexing stomach, the hand that had been roving over your side grasping your wrist, instead, and you caught his strained, particularly dark smirk before he maneuvered you two, laying you flat on your back with no warning at all. You gasped, your free arm flying around his neck as the world went dizzy for a moment. On your back, your head hung off the mattress, exposing your neck even more, and this time, Dream settled one knee between your legs, grinding against you slightly, inspiring a warm moan as he licked your throat.
"None of that," he said, and the way he uttered your name made you feel electric, his teeth coming to scrape over your sensitive skin as he palmed at your breasts, cupping them, letting the weight settle in his hands. You arched up to his touch as he kissed behind your ear, a whimper coming from deep in your throat. "This is about you."
As he tenderly caressed you, he brought the fingers of one hand down your flexing stomach, his index finger extending as he barely touched you, drawing a line down your torso. You breathed in harshly, swallowing hard as his left hand continued lightly stroking your breast, cataloging your breath.
Slowly, teasing you entirely, he moved his knee away so he could press two fingers between your thighs, smirking when he took note of how wet you were. You strained, flexing your hips to try to get more friction as he traced the underside of your breast, feeling you quiver beneath him. He moved away from your neck, taking notice of how many love bites he'd left you. The marks were stark against your skin, and he took a long moment to glance over you. Your head was tipped back, your face flushed, partially from the position, but mostly from his ministrations, your lips swollen and shining and well-bitten.
The sight of it made him all the more aware of the position you two were in. He saw you as this perfect, beautiful woman, so tender and pliant to his touch, shivering and sopping beneath him, grinding against his fingers. You were a sight. Your shoulders shook, your collarbones covered in red marks from his mouth, and your ample breasts were heaving, his fingers coming out to play with a hardened nipple, making you whimper once more. His gaze continued trailing down, taking in your flexing stomach, the flush over your thighs.
He wanted to kiss them.
"You're gorgeous like this," he told you, feeling you soak his fingers even through the fabric of your underwear, and you fluttered your eyes shut, breathing hard as you tried to rut against his hand. He leaned over you once more, biting down on your earlobe. He heard you gasp, your hips wildly flying off the bed as you shuddered, thrown entirely off kilter just as he moved his head down, kissing your nipple in a hot mist of his breath. You shook as he looked up at you, displeased that you still had your eyes shut.
He called your name, as he took his hand from between your thighs away, and you whined, connecting your gazes.
"I want you so bad. Please don't tease me," you demanded, a hand coming to his jaw and caressing.
And his grin was wicked as he leaned into your touch, all the while bringing his fingers to his mouth. In the pale moonlight, you could see how they were glistening even though he only pressed them to you through your underwear, and you swallowed hard when he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them and tasting you.
Your fingertips dug into his cheek, slightly, as he licked his fingers, his tongue slicking them even more. As his grin widened, you arched up, yearning for his touch, pushing your breast further into his hand so he could massage your skin, feeling your writhing body, your hips twisting and your chest heaving. Your breasts had swelled with the intense touching, your nipples hard and flushed, and you moaned softly as he bowed his head and blew on your skin, catching the wet spots he'd previously left and making you shiver.
Your fingers tangled in his hair as you gently whispered his name, and he smiled as you did, nuzzling your neck and biting down softly. Your hold on his dark locks tightened, and he molded his hard body over you, pushing your hips together so he could hold you down more easily. Slowly, as he sucked on your neck, he trailed his touch on your breasts inward, spiraling toward your sensitive nipple.
He felt your arch toward him, your entire body shaking as he tapped on it, feeling you jolt, your chant of his many names faltering, and he continued suckling at the bite he'd left on your neck, rocking his hips against yours.
"Morpheus! Aah!"
He smirked, biting down on your skin once more, and your speech had dissolved, your body speaking for you, instead. Lightly, he traced your areola, allowing his fingernail to barely brush over your flesh, and you strained against him harder as a result, your eyes closed tightly as your breathing got harder, deeper, carrying scraps of his names. He continued tracing around your nipple, the motions maddeningly slow, and you ground your hips against him, aligning yourself against his erection and trying to stimulate yourself through your panties.
Immediately, he arched away, moving his hands off of you, but you let loose a high whine, boxing his head in with your arms and holding him close to you, whimpering.
"Don't stop," you begged, your voice harsh and pleading, high and breathy. "You're making me feel so good. Please don't stop."
And he nuzzled against your jaw, complying with your demands. He felt the spike of pleasure that went through your body, and he was certain that your panties had been completely soaked through.
"Keep-mmm-keep going," you cut yourself off with another hum, arching almost painfully off the bed, your legs spread wide, your fingers looping his hair and tugging him toward you.
"Tell me how it feels," he whispered, kissing your jaw before he maneuvered atop you, relinquishing one hand to hold your head up, looking into your eyes as he cupped your other breast. You fluttered your eyes open, your entire face warm and flushed, bringing your lip between your teeth.
"Dream..."
"Tell me," he commanded once more, gently kissing over your cheeks, missing your lips on purpose and sucking at your jaw.
"So good," you panted out, maintaining eye contact with him as his fingers kneaded at your flesh. "It feels s-so good. My- my whole body is tingling."
He kissed you as a reward, swallowing your soft moan as he thumbed your nipple, and you bucked harshly, unable to help it. The pleasure yawned in you, your body electric and your thighs trembling.
Dream's hands were strong as he shifted his hold so he could roll your nipple between his fingers, pinching and twisting almost immediately. You broke away from his mouth with another soft, pleased sound, throwing your head back as he latched onto your pulse, licking and sucking at the skin of your neck, adding one more mark to the many you already had, courtesy of him.
You arched up higher, your legs splayed wide open, and he gently trailed his lips downward, listening to your panting, feeling you shiver. Slowly, ever so slowly, he released his hold on the back of your head, letting it fall back once more, and you moaned as he breathed hot hair between your breasts, over your rib cage, your stomach, and to your thighs. You spread your legs even wider for him, so wanting for his touch, and he smiled. You were so good, his angel. You were so ready. Carefully, he stripped you of your panties, the fabric clinging slightly to your skin due to your wetness, but soon being tossed to the side, off to a corner of your room.
Seeing you sent a spark of arousal through him, hard and swift, yawning inside of him as it always did, and he kissed over your inner thighs, drinking in the sight. With one hand still caressing your breast and the other resting atop your hip, he finally gave into the temptation of feeling your slickness. His hand crept over your hip bone before he extended a finger and brought it between your lips, watching you buck.
"You're practically dripping," he breathed out, and you whimpered.
"Want you. So bad. So bad."
"Do you?" he asked, knowing full well that you did, looking up at you. He knew how eager and ready your body was for him, asking for his touch, but he wanted to hear you say it.
"Y-Yes!"
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
Your breath hitched at the question, a soft groan accompanying the nod you gave that he could barely see. "Yes," you said, your voice tipping higher. "Yes, please?"
He hummed as though still unsure. "How bad do you want me to?"
You practically sobbed, his finger stroking you maddeningly slow. Truthfully, he never thought you'd be one for begging, or teasing, but he could feel how the actions brought you such immense pleasure, as they always did. And, really, who was he to deny you when he loved teasing you and hearing you beg just as much as you loved it?
"I w-want you so bad. Please? Oh, Dream, please?"
"How bad? Tell me exactly how badly you want it," he told you, and he couldn't stop smirking. You so rarely unfurled. You were sturdy and powerful and sharp-tongued. But here. Oh, here, with him, with his finger caressing your clit with the ghost of a touch, with his hand on your breasts, you could unwind so completely, tell him exactly how desperate you were to shatter.
He was always so amazed at how much just talking to him, hearing him command you, made you slicken. The glide between your lips was effortless, and if anything, you gushed as he looked up at you, sucking on your inner thigh, leaving hickies everywhere his lips touched you. You had brought yourself up on your elbows, your torso trembling, so you could look at him.
"Mmm- I'm gonna die if you don't."
"That bad, hm?" he asked, the question entirely rhetorical, but you answered him, anyway, surrendering to his control.
"Ye-yeah. Yeah, so bad."
"Well," he continued, the hypnotic motion of his stroking getting slightly faster, much to your delight. "If that's the case."
The ache he had ignited between your legs must have been unbearable for you, just as it was for him. He couldn't ignore how your submission made his whole body tremble, so absolutely, maddeningly aroused, but he said it was about you, and he intended to keep it that way. Slowly, all too slowly, the finger that was between your lips, the one he'd slicked up so thoroughly with your dampness, came to your entrance, and he listened to you gasp out, "Yes!" and you fell back against the mattress, before he slid it into you.
He grinned at your affirmation, moving in and out of you with ease, pressing over the front of your walls. Your panting was harsh and loud and so beautiful. You were so beautiful to him, especially like this, when you were so wanting, so wet.
"Is this what you want?" he asked you, biting down gently on your hip bones and the skin of your stomach, not allowing himself the pleasure of tasting you.
"Y-yes. Yes, yes, yes," you chanted, your hands fisting the sheets, your body meeting every motion. He smiled, loving that he was making you feel so good.
"Do you want more?"
The moan that tumbled out of you was jagged, your belly flexing. "Oh yes. Yes. Please?"
And because he was never one to deny you, for too long, anyway, he slicked up a second finger before he moved that one into you, as well, watching as you hitched your legs up higher, crossing them up in the air at the ankle, allowing him to kiss the undersides of your thighs instead of just the inside, and he peppered your skin, so warm and responsive, with more kisses, even as you trembled.
It was when he breathed warm air between your thighs that you finally dropped your legs to his shoulders, giving them a rest, shivering in anticipation, and he watched his fingers slide in and out of you, how you accepted them inside of you effortlessly, your entrance swollen and wanting and flushed.
Truthfully, this was his favorite part, watching you, making you feel so good. The involuntary actions as you so greedily took him, accepted everything he would give, asking for him to bring you to climax. Your folds were glistening, just begging for his mouth, but he wanted to watch you take him for just a moment longer. He curled his fingers, pressing over your front walls as he listened to you gasp. You were squirming unrelentingly as he observed you, as he looked at how you gushed small spurts of liquid whenever he pressed just so against what had to be your sweet spot.
You were a shaking, shuddering mess. You were doing little more than babbling, now, begging him to eat you out, his name nothing but fragments breaking against your teeth as he coaxed you, bringing you to bliss. Your muscles tensed, and he felt you clench over his fingers, pulsing hard.
You were gorgeous like this, and he spared an instant to look up at you, watching you rear up, slightly, your hips wiggling hard as you panted. The smooth, curved line of your body went rigid, and he mercilessly stimulated you, listening to you practically weep.
He rested his head against your thigh, watching as you squirted, hearing you whimper and moan, and he bit his lip. It was so erotic, and incredibly sinful, too. Here, in front of him, you had been rendered utterly speechless, left to do little more than shudder in his grasp.
He loved bringing you to that point, where you could say barely anything, just shuddering, cut off noises of absolute ecstasy, and when his fingers didn't let up, thrusting swiftly into you and curling in the perfect way, he could have climaxed just from the sound you made alone.
But he wanted to taste you, looking up at you, watching you unfurl. And when he let himself, the anticipation having built and built in him, he moaned at the feeling, drowned out by your keens. He pressed his lips against your folds, giving long, slow, deliberate licks over your dripping entrance, taking his fingers out for short, swift moments as his tongue laved over the opening, before he would thrust them back in, leaving you sobbing.
His nose nuzzled you, his lips caressing your clit, sucking softly and consistently, interspersed with circling his tongue around you. He could feel your pulse from there, your very core in his mouth, and your hands found his hair as you twitched, your body jerking from the overstimulation.
Your high moans had gotten shorter, broken up by your heavy breathing, fast, staccato "Ah!"s of pleasure, and he thought it was almost a shame that you were approaching your second orgasm so soon. He could spend days between your legs, tasting you, licking you clean as you gushed and dripped, as he brought you to bliss over and over again.
He doubted you'd mind, but you were so sensitive already, your heart pounding hard, the pleasure engulfing you as he felt you tighten around the base of his fingers, both of them brought in to the knuckle before you completely shattered around him, sobbing his name and telling him how good it felt as he gently sucked on your lips, kissing your lips and coaxing you through your second orgasm.
You were whimpering by the time he had slowly kissed back up your cheek, and the hand that had been caressing your breast came around you, worming beneath your back and the mattress, adjusting you so that your head wasn't tipped over the edge of the bed, anymore.
You threw your arms around him, though you felt mostly boneless, nothing but nerve endings and pleasure, shuddering in his grasp as he held you. Only when your hard pulsing had eased to gentle flutters did he take his fingers out of you, kissing over your nose and cheeks and brushing over your mouth as you breathed tatters of his name.
You caught your breath with a deeply satisfied sigh, your smile content and lazy, basking in his affections. You bumped your noses together, kissing his cupid's bow as he grinned at you, holding you as you relaxed. You only hummed, still smiling as you curled in close to him.
However, when you felt the hard line of him against your stomach once more, your brows furrowed, and you looked down, taking in how flushed he was, how he was dripping precum. You looked back at his face.
"It doesn't have to be all about me, you know," you said, pouting slightly, running your fingers through his hair.
"Mmmm," he replied, leaning into your touch like a cat, seemingly content just to be in your embrace, your bodies warm and thrumming against one another.
Your pout deepened. "Dream. You didn't get anything."
He kissed beneath your ear, softly stroking your side, your legs tangled together. "I got plenty," he remarked, recalling the sight of watching you cum, twice.
"But I want to make you feel good," you said, cupping the back of his neck, your thumb coming to stroke over his jaw. "I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel."
"You do," he assured, curling up to you.
"Do, as in general. Not did, as in just now."
Dream nuzzled at you, the aftercare he bestowed upon you often the most lavishing part of your relationship. "You don't have to."
"But I want to," you replied, curling your fingers over his shoulders and pushing him back slightly. You batted your eyelashes at him, kissing his nose, so affectionate. "Can I?"
The smirk that curled over his face was lazy and endearing. "You can do whatever you'd like with me."
"Mmmm, you might regret that," you joked. "I could tease you like you tease me. Not so fun when you're the one being edged, hm?"
He laughed, looping one of your soft strands around his finger. "I'd have rubbed off on you, then."
"In more ways than one."
"Ha."
You smiled, kissing his jaw and wrapping a leg around him before he felt the world spin and you brought him to his back. His eyebrows went up, your grin becoming just the slightest hint more mischievous.
"Let me do something for you," you said, your eyelids drooping slightly as you bit at your lip, watching him swallow.
You gave him one more soft, gentle smile before you kissed his throat, intent on leaving him in as many marks as he'd left you. His hips flexed and he swallowed hard, bringing his hand to the top of your head to encourage you. And it was whenever you found the spots, as you always did, that had him groaning, quiet and low, rumbling his chest, that you were sure you were doing something right.
You brought your hands to his hips, warm and inviting, and he arched from the mattress as you kissed your way down his chest. His body was already swelling, thrumming and happy and alive so turned on, and you were focused on making your way to where he most wanted you.
Truthfully, you didn't like to tease him. You wanted to give him what he wanted. You wanted to see him break open, gasping your name. So when you got to his hips, the V cut in so perfectly, you only drummed your fingers over his side before you glanced up at him, smiling, kissing his stomach, watching the way his eyes fogged.
Dream hummed deeply, bringing a clumsy hand to the top of your head, moving your hair out of your face. Your heart skipped a beat in your chest as he looked at you, tenderly looping the strands behind your ears so it wasn't in your way.
Dream was showing you affection in careful, swift caresses, in absentminded comforts, and it made you feel warm inside, safe. You smiled, the affection you felt toward him almost overwhelming.
"I'm glad you're here with me," you told him, resting your cheek against his hip bone for a moment, nuzzling.
He whispered your name and in it, you could feel, hear, everything he didn't say. "You're wonderful," and "Darling," and "Thank you," and "I'm glad you're here with me too," and everything that was unspoken between you two as he cupped your cheek. You brought one of your hands off of his hips, placing your hand atop his and turning your head slightly to kiss his palm, your fingers settling into the spaces his fingers left.
You gave one more kiss to his palm before you moved back, just enough to lower yourself down so you were facing his hardness, and you let go of your hold on his hand so you could grasp him. You heard him groan, his hand falling from your cheek and down to your shoulder, stroking over you in encouragement.
Slowly, you kissed the underside of his cock, holding him at the base as you maintained eye contact with him, and he groaned, breathy and hot while you breathed hot hair onto his sensitive skin. It was hard not to notice the effect your own body had on the actions, as well, since you were certain you were flushed from throat to knees, heated and turned on.
As you opened your mouth into a little o shape, and then a rather big o shape, you curled your lips over your teeth, ever aware of the fact that you had to stretch your mouth wide just to fit him inside. His fingers carded through your hair and you relaxed slightly, fluttering your eyes closed and slowly taking him in, inch by inch.
You didn't rush. You gave yourself time to adjust and you could feel how he had tensed up, likely desperate not to thrust down your throat and end the experience on a less than savory note. You slowly stroked his thigh with one hand, the other squeezing him gently at the base. Dream's choked cry when you sucked on the head was intoxicating, and you could almost feel yourself gush.
It was only when you focused and noticed that you'd barely taken a few inches of him inside of your mouth that you realized that you would have to think of something else. Dream was perfectly fine with what you were doing right that moment, if his groans and tender caresses were anything to go by, but you wanted to give him more. It was just that the natural curve of him was too strong. It was more than appreciated when he was in you in a different way, when you were slick between the thighs and he was deep in you, finding the sweet spot inside of you. But this position was proving to be inconvenient.
You moved him out of you, sucking at the head for only a moment and hearing him choke off a whine. You kissed at the base of him, your nose gently bumping at his skin, before you kissed back over his stomach, your gaze on him holding him captivated.
"Dream?" you started, tracing your nail down his side. "Do you want some... visual stimulation?" you asked, and he only swallowed hard, once more. It was uncharted territory. From what you knew about Dream, before you came along, he had little to no interest in human anatomy, let alone becoming an expert in navigating female genitalia. But you figured you’d give him the option.
"Mhmm," was all he answered you with, his expression dazed, and you grinned, crawling over him, placing both hands onto his chest and pressing him into the mattress. You felt his hand rove down from your shoulder, curling over your spine until he cupped your ass, grinding against you, still so wanting for stimulation.
You smiled at him, setting a kiss atop where his heart was, feeling his thumbs rub soothing circles against your skin, leaving you humming and arching.
"I'm gonna turn around," you told him, and you looked into his eyes, practically black from how dilated his pupils were. "Is that okay?"
"Mhmhmm," he answered, as you nuzzled beneath his jaw, tenderly kissing his pulse-point before you pulled away.
It didn't take much maneuvering at all, really. Within no time, you had your legs on either side of him, but your back was to his face, this time. You arched and bent over him, scooting backward and waving your ass in the air, right in front of his face. His groan was louder this time, the sound humming out of him and rumbling his chest slightly, making you giggle. You gently tapped the inside of his thigh so he wouldn't jolt when you brought your lips to his hips, kissing and sucking at his skin, working him up.
Looking at him, again, you had to bite your lip at how hard and flushed he was. His cock bobbed in front of you, wet with precum that dripped out of him and beaded down the underside where you could see his vein throbbing.
You grasped him once more, your hand looking particularly minuscule in comparison before you bowed your head and shimmied backward to get more comfortable, your tongue coming out to lick at the ridge. You heard him gasp and you kissed his tip, leaving a line of kisses over his entire shaft before you opened your mouth and circled the head with your tongue.
You knew you were doing a good job when you felt him shift beneath you, and you finally engulfed the head of his cock, sinking him into your mouth with considerably more ease than the last position. From this one, he was curved in the same way your throat was, and you tried to relax your jaw further, careful about hurting him.
You almost jumped when you felt his hands on your back, massaging your skin, and you moaned lowly at how the pads of his fingers dug in just slightly. Dream had soft, cool hands and he knew just where to touch you to make you turn to mush. You immediately felt your body sink down. The quick, shallow intakes of air through your nose morphed into slow, deep breathing, instead, and you found that you had far less trouble taking more of him into you. You bobbed your head back and forth, taking more of him in every time, your eyes clouding at the fact that you were swallowing him down so far.
You curled your spine, raising your ass into the air even more, embarrassingly wet and flushed. You cupped his balls with the gentlest touch, feeling yourself warm even further, and Dream must not have expected it because his hips flew up wildly, eyes likely widened and mouth popped into an o of surprise.
You tried to pull away, instinctively, but his hands were still on your back, partially holding you down, and you could only let loose a choked sound. Yet, there was something about the restraint, about being unable to pull away, that made the ache between your legs intensify, though you tensed slightly at the motion. You moaned, the noise choked off because of how far down your throat was, certain that Dream had an explicit view of just how much doing this for him had turned you on, and you felt his fingers soothe down your spine before he trailed his hands down to the plush of your ass once more, cupping both cheeks.
You didn't mean to squirm, spreading your legs farther as you slowly popped him out of your mouth, looking down at how wet you'd gotten his cock, and you bit your lips at the sight before you licked down his shaft, wanting to incorporate your hand, making sure to slick him from base to tip. Dream arched off the bed, squeezing your backside and kneading the flesh, his voice getting deeper as you began to pump him before you licked up to the tip and sucked it into your mouth once more. You swiveled your hips around, absolutely aching.
With one hand pumping him, twisting around gently to stimulate what of him you couldn't take in your mouth and the other cupping his balls, making sure to be gentle, you couldn't even reach down between your legs and relieve the near painful arousal you had been brought to. Dream hummed deep in his throat, still kneading your ass.
You felt a spark of pleasure run down your spine when Dream managed to scrape together a breathy, "Fuck, you're sopping," and you moaned lowly, taking him deeper into your throat, practically half of his length engulfed in you. Were your mouth free, you knew you'd be whimpering back at him, and your entire body cried out for some sort of release to the mounting tension you felt coiling in your stomach again. Likely, the two orgasms you had prior had made it so much easier to wind you up. It only got worse when you heard him groan harshly, muttering out your name, and you wanted so desperately to bring your thighs together and rub to alleviate the ache. He was telling you that you felt so good, that he wanted to taste you, again.
Fuck, he couldn't do that to you, tell you that he wanted to bury his face between your thighs and lick you clean once more. It made you remember that he already had. Had done so until you'd climaxed on his tongue, had moaned into you, so aroused just from bringing you pleasure. You were barely keeping your head on straight as it was. When you felt one of his hands leave your ass, trailing downward, you couldn't help but make a painfully eager noise, no doubt intensifying his pleasure, as well. Not only from the vibrations of your throat as you brought him deeper and deeper into you, but also just knowing how much he was affecting you.
You felt him trail a finger between your lips, starting at your drenched opening, already wet from what he'd done to you prior, and only getting wetter, before slowly moving up to your clit. It felt so good that you strained to lean into his touch, rutting against his hand, asking for sweet mercy. Your entire body screamed yes when he trailed back to where you were dripping before he brought a finger back inside you, catching the swollen spot in the front of your walls. The moan you gave off was loud, even being completely muffled by his cock in your throat. You had relaxed to the point where you had lowered your head down considerably, aided by the natural curve of him. You had barely even noticed the gentle rocking he'd started into you as you bobbed your head up and down, sloppily sucking on the head whenever you managed to move him out far enough before taking him in a slick slide deep into you. And now, he was in you in two places, moving his finger and his cock in and out of you.
Your body was ceaselessly meeting each of his motions, but he could tell you wanted more, and Dream was too damn lost in his own pleasure to play his teasing act, sliding a second finger into you, thrusting them roughly and mercilessly tapping them over your sweet spot. You felt his thumb come over your clit, rubbing harsh, swift circles against it, and your thighs and calves twitched.
Dream was palming your ass even more, now, and you had taken him in so far that there was no room for your hand to pump him, anymore. Instead, your lips met your fist and you could only twist it around at the base of him, your other hand palming his balls, bringing the pad of your thumb to the sensitive skin right behind them and rubbing. He had given up any semblance of control, now, and you barely even had to bob your head, anymore. Instead, he was thrusting down your throat, his speech turned to a babble of half-cut off, stuttered sweet nothings you could barely make out and your name, chanted so consistently that, after a moment, it was the only thing he could say.
You couldn't help but grind against his hand, viciously thrusting your body down on him, but it wasn't enough, and he knew it, and when he said your name, again, spoken so low and ragged that you barely had it in you to keep your legs spread, you felt his hand leave the plush of your ass to grab your hair, instead. It was all the warning you got before he pulled his fingers out of you and the entirety of you wailed out in frustration. You wanted to tell him to keep going, but almost the entirety of his length was down your throat, or rather, it was, before he pulled on your hair and moved himself a few inches out of you.
"S-stop, stop," he managed to gasp out, and you lifted your head with a gasp, breathing hard through your nose.
"Dream?" you asked, your voice hoarse before you felt him move you, wrapping an arm around your waist and lifting you up as he sat up. His mouth came to your shoulder immediately, kissing across until he got to your neck, biting down and sucking hard as he brought his other hand back to your sopping sex and stroked you once more, leaving you to buck.
"I want to take you," he muttered, repeating the phrases over and over as he left a trail of hickies up to your jaw, and you cried out as you grasped his arm for leverage, the other reaching down and under you to grasp his cock.
You whimpered, tossing your head back and over his shoulder. "Yes. Yes, please. Oh yes, please," you babbled, shifting from your spot on top of him as your eyes closed once more and you settled more comfortably on your knees, lifting yourself and pressing him against your opening, waiting until he hummed out an affirmation before you lowered yourself down. You two came together in one, seamless slide, and he kissed over your jaw, clumsily placing his lips over your chin before he connected your mouths, the cushion of your pout still wet.
Almost frantically, he rubbed you, bouncing you atop him, and you went boneless in his grasp, letting him thrust and grind into you as you reached up to fist his hair, your chest straining forward as he moved his arm from around your waist so he could cup one breast and then the other, rolling your nipples between his fingers.
You pulled away from the kiss with a harsh cry, throwing your head back once more and burying your face against the crook of his neck and shoulder. You left soft but feverish kisses all over his neck and the underside of his jaw, peppering them between your praises. "Fuck, you- feel so- oh fuck- right there, so good, you're so- so good- fuck- M-Morpheus!"
But as amazing as you felt, he wanted to look at your face, and he lifted you off of him without warning, hearing you practically sob in frustration before he moved away from under you and let you fall to the mattress, only taking the barest of moments to settle between your legs and grasp himself so he could slide back into you. You wailed at the new position, wrapping your legs around him and grabbing his hair for leverage, your moan pitching up when he resumed the pace he had, prior, grinding and rolling his hips.
This time, facing you, the curve of his cock ran over the front of your walls effortlessly, and he felt your thighs spasm around him as you lifted your knees higher on his torso, opening yourself to him, your head tossing back and forth. He brought one hand back down to rub you as the other cupped your cheek, directing your gaze back to him.
"Eyes on me," he choked out, and your eyes locked onto him, heavily-lidded and glossy. He desperately moved in you and you met his thrusts with equal fervor.
"You're mine," Dream whispered, and you moaned out, your lips popped open, darkened and swollen from the kissing and all too inviting for him to resist. The image of you glancing up at him, lips stretched around his cock assaulted his mind and he almost threw his head back, nearly finishing right then and there. One of your hands left his hair to grab his shoulder, your nails digging in before you dragged them down his back, just trying to find something to ground you as you felt your orgasm looming, huge and threatening to rob you of all sense. And the pain of your nails brought a pinprick of clarity, his entire body electric. He bowed his head to kiss you in between his uttering of your name, and you replied with a flurry of near nonsense.
You didn't know how he was still threading sentences together; you had long since been able to say anything more than his name. But you called out a broken "Harder!" biting at his lip, and he lengthened his thrusts, the hand that had been cupping your cheek coming to the headboard as he mustered all his energy and gave you what you wanted. You threw your head back for a moment before you managed to open your eyes and connect your gazes once more, and he felt you throb around him as you clutched him to you, staring into his eyes.
"O-Oh Dream, f-fuck, please!" you managed to spill out, and your breasts bounced with each thrust, your heart swelling in your chest as his mere touch sparked electricity beneath your skin.
He brought himself deep into you, curling his body over yours, wanting to be skin to skin everywhere, engulfing each other. He downright whimpered when he felt you clench, barely holding on to his sense of self as he viciously thrust into you, rubbing you hard even though his wrist was aching. Barely thinking, he gently pinched your clit, listening in to you keen, your pleas all blending together into one final call of his name, his only warning before you jerked in his grasp and he felt you gush, squirting over his hips and thighs as you came with a sobbing cry.
He felt your pleasure spark through him until what he was feeling and what you were feeling were the same, the same pleasure, the same overwhelming adoration, and then he was following you, calling your name so loudly you could probably feel the vibrations of it shudder through you. He turned his head, trying to find your mouth, bumping your noses before he kissed you, hard. The hand that was playing with your breasts, prior, reached up to cup the back of your head, his fingers trailing through your hair as he shivered, holding you close as you both worked through your orgasms.
His arms were like steel, clutching you to him so tightly it was like he was trying to mold your bodies to each other, everything almost overwhelmingly bright as you twined together in every way. You were still gasping when he managed to find some kind of clarity, his head still mostly dazed as he choked on the very air, his knees shaking with the effort of keeping himself from collapsing atop you.
He did, however, let his forehead settle over your shoulder, pressing a kiss to the skin, hunching so he could leave gentle, loving kisses over the tops of your breasts, your neck, the dip of your collarbones, helping you wind down. When you were completely limp, relaxed entirely, he moved to pull out of you. He shifted so he hovered over you, kissing over your face once more.
You sunk into the comfort of the mattress with Dream, catching your breath. You smiled at him, radiant, the very definition of such. "That was amazing," you told him, nuzzling against his jaw, humming happily.
You carded a hand through his hair and met his kisses. You two stayed like that for a little while but eventually Dream rolled over to the other side of the bed, and you two faced one another. And over time, his face grew contemplative. You knew there was something on his mind.
Too impatient to wait, you spoke up first, "What... what are we?"
He gazed back at you earnestly, taking a moment to process the question. Maybe he didn't know either. He seemed content with not putting a label on it.
"I... I don’t know," he answered.
"I want to know. I want to know what this is. Whenever I bring it up, you don't give a clear answer," you told him. Your tone was serious and he could tell that you weren’t going to drop it any time soon.
He took another long moment before he replied, his eyes focused intently on yours. "We are whatever you want us to be."
"So does that mean we're a thing?" you asked, your voice soft and almost vulnerable.
"If that's what you want," he said with a smile.
"It is. It is what I want," you whispered, seeking his hand under the covers.
"Alright," he murmured back, intertwining your fingers with his.
"So we're a thing," you said, a smile stretching across your face.
"We're a thing," Dream repeated. He then brought his other hand to the back of your head and pressed a cool kiss on your lips. You held onto his hand tightly, your fingers locked as you curled up against him and kissed him back.
You wished things could be like this forever.
You wished that nothing could get in the way of moments like these.
But wishes hold no more certainly than dreams.