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After a full year of living together, and about eight months of dating (and fucking), Sapnap had quickly learned a lot about his childhood best friend. He learned how Dream would sometimes channel his nervous or ADHD energy into working out, or sometimes go hours and hours without eating if he was super focused on something. Sap learned how his boyfriend loved to be soft, and snuggle, but would rarely initiate non-sexual intimacy because of insecurities from a past relationship. He also learned Dream’s love of yelling and being loud and enthusiastic even rivaled his own, which was fun but also kind of hurt his ears a little bit on football or MCC days. But, more than anything, Sap quickly learned— Dream was one of the horniest motherfuckers he had ever met.
Granted, a lot of that may be due to the fact that they’re dating, and live together. And maybe a little due to the fact that the older man had barely left the house, let alone gotten any, in almost a year and a half before the two of them got together. But man did the guy have a libido that would put even high school Sapnap to shame. Ever since their first hesitant kiss, and the subsequent abrupt increase in physicality, Dream was all up in his boyfriend’s business. Constantly. And true to his jokes on stream, Sapnap did love to cuddle; he loved the warmth and solidity of a body against his own, even if there was no expectation of sex later. But when you live with and are dating one of the horniest men alive, there was always the expectation of sex. If not immediately later, then in an hour or so. Then probably later tonight. And maybe in the morning— you get the idea.
It was after a month of so of dating (and near-constant fucking like rabbits) that Sapnap decided to be proactive about the whole situation. In a fit of inspiration, he went to Target and bought about 10 small bottles of their favorite lube (through self-checkout because he did not want to be having a conversation about that with a cashier, thankyouverymuch), which he then hid in various spots around the house. Under the kitchen island, in each bathroom medicine cabinet, under the couch cushion— everywhere a mildly sex-crazed twenty-something couple could possibly want to have sex. Sap was extremely pleased with himself about the whole ordeal, especially the next time they got frisky in the downstairs office, when Sapnap suddenly whipped out a bottle from Dream’s desk drawer and the older man laughed so hard he almost cried
Another fun and practical tip that Sapnap has learned: going commando made things waaaaay easier in the Dreamnap household. In addition to letting everything, ya know, breathe down there, the absence of underwear meant one less layer between him and his boyfriend’s dick (or ass, or mouth, depending on the day). Conversely, Sap had also learned the significance of his choice of work-out clothes. For example, working out with a shirt on meant there was a much greater chance that he could actually complete his work-out before being ambushed by the willing hands and mouth of his loving boyfriend. Granted, that chance did decrease drastically if he was wearing shorts that revealed any portion of his thighs, as evidenced the week prior.
The second he set down the bar on the bench press, he looked up (or down, rather) to see big green eyes looking adoringly at him. Or, to be more precise, his legs. He laughed, a dry chuckle. “Hey babe, whatcha doin’ down there?”
Big, veined hands crept up Sapnap’s thighs where they rested on either side of the bench, fat squishing out comfortably against the vinyl seat. Gently, the older man began to alternate between squeezing the plush flesh and ghosting his fingers through the dark hair there, not breaking eye contact. Dream brought his mouth up to where Sapnap’s dark basketball shorts ended, pressing a series of featherlight kisses along his quad. “So beautiful, baby,” Dream murmured, “so perfect and soft for me.” Sapnap scoffed, feeling his face heat slightly.
“What is it with you and my thighs, dude?” Dream’s kisses became more open-mouthed, wet as they teased and nipped at the soft, pale skin between his boyfriend’s legs.
Dream half-sighed, half-groaned, pushing too-long bangs out of his eyes to look back up at his partner. “You can’t just. Sit here, like that, and not expect me to do anything about it,” he huffed, returning to diligently kneading and kissing his boyfriend’s thighs.
Sapnap scoffed, trying not to let the sight affect him too much, although 6’3 of adoring man on his knees in front of him was a lot for anyone to handle. “Like what? I’m just sitting here, trying to-” Dream’s hand had crept up to Sap’s waistband, pulling down his shorts and putting his mouth dangerously close to his dick in one fell swoop, cutting off the younger man with a gasp.
“I’m, I’m trying to work out, Dream.” He huffed a laugh and he looked down at his body. “How else am I going to get all hunky for you, babe?”
Suddenly, Dream pulled away, eyes abruptly darkening as he sat up straight. “I like you like this, though.” As if to emphasize his point, he leaned down to deliberately suck a bruise onto the soft skin halfway between his boyfriend’s crotch and knee.
“I, I kno-haah, I know, Dream, I’m jokingggggg God that feels good baby, don’t stop-” And when Dream’s eyes lit up from the praise and Sapnap’s eyes fluttered shut, well. There was no chance that he was finishing his workout that day.
And if he made the mistake of not wearing a shirt to work out? Well. That was just asking for an audience (an audience, which would, inevitably, get, hem, interactive with the show).
So, yeah, they had what you could call a healthy sex life. Dream seemed to naturally fall into a more submissive role, desperate to please and to be praised, while Sapnap found it refreshing to be in charge (at least in the metaphorical bedroom) of his much taller and seemingly intimidating boyfriend. They still liked to switch it up, however, taking turns whenever they were in the mood, enjoying the flexibility and comfort of a strong relationship built on an even stronger friendship.
One night, after a particularly toe-curlingly satisfying round, the two men were curled up in a warm tangle of limbs as they softly chatted. George’s visa would hopefully be approved within the next few weeks, which meant that their days of constant, frenzied fucking around the house were numbered. It was a trade-off they were both willing to make for their best friend to live with them, but Sapnap suspected they were both a little wistful at the impending end of their months-long honeymoon phase.
Dream was rambling about the last few preparations they had to make to George’s room in preparation for his arrival, and how they might need to borrow his dad’s truck to pick up his stuff from the post office, as Sapnap softly traced a finger over the faint freckles on his boyfriend’s cheekbones. “I mean, obviously things like a nightstand or a dresser aren’t that hard to find, but I don’t want to just get him like. A cheap IKEA one, you know? And-” Sap quickly cut off his train of thought with a gentle kiss to the tip of Dream’s nose. The elder blinked quickly a couple of times, then the corners of his mouth quirked up in a smile. “What was that for?” Sapnap shrugged, only slightly hindered by the pile of sheets wrapped around the couple.
“Dunno. I just love you.” Dream immediately colored, red flushing his high cheekbones as Sapnap wrapped a dirty blonde strand around his fingers, enjoying his boyfriend’s reaction as he played with his hair. “I do, baby, you just made me remember now, that’s all.” Dream scoffed, and Sapnap leaned forward to press a longer kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I-” another kiss to his cheek, “love,” a final kiss to his lips, “you.” Then, their mouths were on each other once again, long arms wrapping around Sapnap’s soft waist and pulling him close as they deepened the kiss.
This was it, Sapnap thought, this was the life. He pulled away, smiling at the way they were both slightly out of breath. “Okay, that’s probably good, I don’t want to get either of us too worked up-” Dream’s pretty face instantly crumpled into a pout.
“But Sap, I-”
“Shhhhhhhhh,” the younger man said, gently manhandling his partner into little spoon position and adjusting the comforter around them. “Time to sleep. I know, I’m dating an insatiable sex monster, but I don’t think I can go another round. Rest, babe.” He could feel Dream’s grumbling from where he pressed his face against his partner’s broad, tanned back, but tuned out the complaining and snuggled closer. “Goodnight, babe. Love you.”
Dream pressed back, almost imperceptibly, into his boyfriend’s embrace. “Love you too,” he breathed back, and that was the last thing Sapnap remembered before drifting into unconsciousness.
Afternoon light was filtering through the drawn blinds when Sapnap slowly blinked awake, stretching slightly. Where did he leave his phone? It seemed kinda late, but-
His train of thought was quickly interrupted by a low moan, and movement from his left. Rolling over slightly in bemusement, Sapnap found a lovely sight— Dream, writhing subtly under the cover. A grin slowly crept onto his face as he watched his boyfriend’s face contort slightly in concentration as his hips bucked in the direction of Sapnap’s body. Chuckling quietly, he angled his body towards the other man, hoping to make his sleep-thrusting slightly easier. When he felt the firm, warm line of Dream’s cock hit his naked hip, Sap sucked in a deep breath, trying not to move. While sleep-Dream was clearly raring to go, Sapnap was still pretty wiped from the night before, and found this silent watching much more appealing. After a few more minutes of watching Dream’s beautiful face of concentration, and listening to his soft grunts and moans, Sapnap felt his eyes drift closed, as he fell back to sleep once again.
Only to wake up an hour or so later, to his boyfriend’s dick pressed against his ass. Again. Now, there was a fun addition as well— he could feel a very warm, very wet, and very awake mouth pressing sloppy kisses all over his neck. “Hi, hon,” Dream breathed in between kisses, grinding his hips slightly more desperately against his boyfriend’s. Sapnap huffed out a low laugh, stretching slightly as he tried to focus his brain on the world of the waking.
“Hey, baby. What’s goin’ on back there?”
Dream grunted out something similar to a noise of amusement. “Woke up hard.” A broad, veined hand made contact with Sapnap’s soft chest, thumb brushing deliberately over a nipple as he pulled the shorter man closer. Even though he knew his boyfriend couldn’t see it, Sapnap rolled his eyes in fond exasperation. Lifting up the hand clutching his chest and pressing a kiss to it, he heaved his body over to face the panting, flushed form of his lover. “Wha-”
“Good morning, Dream,” Sapnap said, mouth twitching into a smile despite himself. Putting on his best, high-pitched fake-Dream voice, he continued, “Good morning, Sapnap, my beautiful and loving boyfriend. How are you doing today? Do you want to get breakfast? How did you sleep? Wh-”
Dream huffed, cutting off his boyfriend with a quick kiss. “Good morning, baby, I love you, you’re wonderful and amazing, now will you please please help me?” Sapnap laughed, rolling his eyes again and scooching down on the bed to grab a bottle of lube from under the mattress (another handy hiding spot). Warming some up between his hands, he smiled fondly at his exasperated and very worked-up boyfriend. Glancing down, he saw the object of so much concern— Dream’s cock, bright red and almost looking painfully hard where it rested against the trail of hair on his stomach.
“Oooh, baby,” he cooed as he reached out to take his boyfriend’s dick in hand, reveling in the sharp gasp the older man let out at the contact. “Poor thing, look at you, so hard and desperate. Need some help, darlin’?” Dream’s hips bucked seemingly involuntarily at the question, and out of the corner of his eyes, Sap noticed his hands twitching where they lay at his sides, seemingly aching to grab, to touch. He laughed at the realization, slowly beginning to work one hand along the thick length, fingers not quite touching around the girth of it. “Aw, does my poor thing want to touch me?” Dream nodded frantically, breathing through an open mouth, as his fingers tapped along his own sides.
“Yes, please, Sap, please, can I touch-”
“Go ahead, baby, you can touch.”
“Thank you,” Dream breathed, reaching out at lightning speed to hold, one large hand at Sapnap’s ass, one at his bicep, pulling him closer to rest his forehead on his boyfriend’s shoulder.
Sapnap hummed. “Well, baby, now I can’t see your pretty cock now, can I? Sure, it’s stupidly big, and not good for too much, but it sure is nice to look at.” He could feel a whole-body shudder run through Dream’s body as the gentle degradation settled in. Sure, Dream’s dick was big, one of the largest Sapnap had ever seen outside of porn, and they both knew it, but a little humiliation never hurt anyone.
“Move back now, baby. I’ll hold you after, but now I want to enjoy the show, okay?” Begrudgingly, Dream obliged, moving back so that his cock was in Sap’s eyesight but still firmly kneading a soft cheek with one hand. “Ahhhh, there it is, darlin’. So good for me, aren’t you?” Dream nodded frantically at that, seemingly almost despite himself, sweat beading at his brow as Sapnap continued to jerk him off. “Sure, this big ol’ thing is a little bit useless, but perfect on a slut like you, right?” Dream continued nodding, breath quickening as Sapnap added another hand, jerking him off more aggressively as he continued to monologue.
“Such a perfect whore for me, letting me use your cock whenever I want, huh baby?” Dream’s hips twitched, seemingly involuntarily, and Sapnap could tell he was close. “Getting close, huh baby.” It wasn’t a question, but Dream’s eyes fluttered shut as he nodded. It wasn’t uncommon for the older man to go nonverbal, but it was always such a treat for Sapnap— knowing that his best friend, his lover, put so much trust in him. He trusted him to take care of him and his pleasure, and it was an honor that Sap tried to never lose sight of. Sapnap sighed. “You’re such a whore, waking up hard and horny, all! the! time!” He punctuated each word with an extra twist around the tip, just the way he knew drove Dream crazy. “You’re so lucky you have me, baby. I know how to take care of a whore like you.” Dream nodded frantically, eyes still shut, whole body trembling.
Sapnap cooed audibly. “Aw, my baby’s close, huh. Use that fat, useless cock for me, baby. Come for me.” And, with a shuddering gasp, Dream’s eyes shot open as he came. Sapnap moved closer as he stroked him through his climax, pressing kisses to his shoulders. “What a good boy, huh Dreamie? So perfect, all the time.” They laid there for a while, Dream recovering as Sapnap murmured soft praises, until Dream finally propped himself up on an elbow, and tilted his head in the way that reminded Sap so much of a confused puppy.
“But what about you, babe? I could suck you off, if you want.”
Sapnap laughed, and slowly pulled himself to a seat as he prepared to get ready for the day. “I’m good, Dream, you’re the one who woke up horny.” And with a wink, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and went to go grab a washcloth.
Unsurprisingly, it was only eight or so hours later that Dream was ready to go again. The two were in the kitchen, Sapnap attempting to cook for once, with Dream “supervising”— aka, watching until he got too frustrated with his boyfriend’s ineptitude in the kitchen and took over. The younger man was standing over the stove, scowling at the sizzling oil in a pan, with soft arms crossed over his chest. A low laugh came from behind him, as Dream rested his chin on the slope of Sapnap’s shoulder. “So what’d the poor canola oil ever do to you?”
Sapnap groaned in frustration and let his head fall backward, so he was kinda-sorta looking up at Dream. “Cooking’s hard and I hate it.” Dream laughed again, a full belly laugh that Sapnap could feel where the warm planes of his boyfriend’s toned body pressed against his own back.
“Wellllll….” Dream said suggestively, grinding his hips forward slightly. “We could always just order DoorDash… and do something else instead…” He wiggled his thick eyebrows suggestively down at Sapnap, rubbing firm circles into the tense line of his shoulders. Sapnap scoffed, but relaxed at the touch.
“You know, usually I’d give you a hard time for being such a horny motherfucker.”
Dream grinned wide, sensing his victory. “But?”
Sapnap sighed. “But, I really hate this and also you’re hot and we might as well.”
Dream whooped, pulling the shorter man around to face him. “Let’s goooo,” he yelled, pulling off his own shirt before reaching for Sapnap’s.
The younger laughed, rolling his eyes. “You’re such a dork.”
Dream wiggled his brows again. “Maybe, but you looooooove me. And now you’re gonna have sex with me! Let’s go!” he repeated, matching his boyfriend’s affectionate smile as they stripped down in the middle of their kitchen. “Just think… only a few more weeks of this before George is here, and then we’ll have to be all boring and keep it to the actual bedroom.”
Sapnap shuddered. “Ew. Don’t bring up George when I’m literally about to put my fingers in your ass.” Dream laughed, loud and bright, and leaned seductively over the kitchen island, now fully nude.
“Oh, is that what we’re doing? In that case, do continue.” Sapnap chuckled again, pulling out yet another handy-dandy lube bottle and warming it up between thick fingers.
It was a well-practiced dance between the two of them, Sapnap pressing his fingers gently but not too gently into Dream’s tightness, and slowly slowly working their way up to where they liked it best— hot, fast, and desperate.
Sapnap stood, in only his basketball shorts and baseball cap, leaning over Dream as he determinedly fingerfucked him within an inch of his life. They made a pretty ridiculous picture, Sapnap half-clothed and a full half-foot shorter than the man bent over, completely naked, in front of him, now drooling onto the marble countertop. But hey, they were always kind of a ridiculous pair.
Later, when Dream was fully and completely spent (and Sapnap had jerked himself off over his heaving body), the younger man softly cleaned up his partner. “You really know how to put me through the wringer, huh,” he chuckled quietly. Dream turned back to face him, batting his honey-brown lashes in a way that could only be intentional.
“But you still love me.” It wasn’t phrased as a question.
Sapnap scoffed. “Of course I do, idiot. Now let me get rid of this cum rag and we can cuddle.” The older man beamed, as if in triumph, but they both knew there was a 0% chance Sap could ever say no to Dream. They were equally whipped for one another— just the way they liked it.
Emotionally, the couple were very much on the same page. They were equally devoted and smitten with one another; every quirk and wrinkle and flaw just as endearing as the next. But the fact remained that Sapnap’s own intense and demanding sex drive was dramatically outpaced by his older boyfriend’s libido. Love meant that Sapnap would bend over backwards to make Dream happy (and had, in fact, but that’s a story for another day). In many cases, this meant enthusiastically going one more round past when Sapnap would have been satisfied. Or two rounds. Honestly, sometimes three, depending on whether his boyfriend decided to take his Adderall that day.
So, when Sapnap saw his boyfriend (reticent to be left alone for even a half-hour), creeping up to join him where he was smoking on the rooftop of their house, he had a pretty good idea how things were going to end. But! The weed was good, the night was warm and uncharacteristically pleasant for central Florida, and Sapnap was in love. So he was more than happy to see where the evening took them.
As Dream bent awkwardly to fit his body through the window with the busted screen, Sapnap leaned back on his elbows, the long lines of his body pressed to the rough shingles. The angle should probably be uncomfortable, but his mind was hazy enough and his body distant enough that it really didn’t matter.
Sapnap made eye contact with his slightly out-of-breath boyfriend, smirking as he exhaled a long plume of smoke into the still night air. “Hi baby,” he breathed, trying to hold back a cough as he reached out to pull the taller man closer.
To his credit, Dream’s long nose only crinkled slightly at the smell. “Hi, Sap. How’re ya feeling?” Sapnap huffed a laugh at that, stretching arms towards the stars as he twisted his back.
“I feel amaaaaaazing, dude.” Dream laughed, a fond (if exasperated) look on his handsome face. Sapnap suddenly felt the inexplicable need to explain himself. “No babe, seriously! Look at this!” The earnestness in red-rimmed hazel eyes endeared Dream even more, scooting closer on the rough rooftop so that he could take the younger man’s hand in his own. “It’s a beautiful night, the stars are so, like. Twinkly. And it’s warm, but not sticky, better than Texas even!” Dream raised his eyebrows at that; it was rare for Sapnap to dole out any praise for the Sunshine State.
“I have some of the dankest weed money can buy,” he took another long hit to emphasize his point, attempting a feeble smoke ring on the exhale. “And the most handsome and perfect boyfriend in the whole wide world here with me.” With that, he leaned abruptly flung his body forward, suddenly overwhelming all of Dream’s senses with warm, soft boy. And maybe, given this circumstance, Dream’s out-of-character next words could be explained.
“Give me some?”
Sapnap pulled back, and blinked, once, then twice. “Give you some what? Weed?” Quickly, before he could change his mind, Dream nodded.
“Yeah. It seems like you’re having, uh, a good time. So, let me try?” Sapnap peered at him in silent astonishment for a second, before he barked out a laugh.
“Okay. Sure. Why not.” Dream huffed out a laugh as well, suddenly second-guessing every decision that had led to him about to smoke a joint with his childhood internet best friend on a roof in the middle of the night. But then, said best-friend-turned-lover beamed back at him, and the doubts disappointed in an instant.
“You’re serious?” A nod of agreement. “Okay, um, well. Shit. What’s the best way- okay, wait. I got this.” Dream raised an eyebrow in a silent question. “C’mere, baby, scooch closer.” He did, heart thrumming with anticipation.
“Okay, so. I’m gonna take a hit. Not too big! Don’t worry. But I’ll take most of it, and then, well. When I exhale, you inhale, got it? Just lean in, and. Yeah. That’ll be good I think.” Sapnap raised his brow at Dream, an excited (if slightly marijuana-dulled) look in his eyes. “Here we go.”
And then, Sapnap was breathing in, and Dream was leaning closer and closer, and suddenly, the warm, earthy scent of cannabis was overwhelming. Dream did his best to inhale, coughing slightly at the foreign sensation, waiting what seemed like an eternity before exhaling a shaky breath.
Immediately, Sapnap was clapping, an entirely disproportionate grin on his face. “You did it! Let’s go, first hit, that’s my man!”
Still coughing lightly, Dream smacked him on the shoulder, but couldn’t help the relaxed smile creeping over his face. “Oh wow. That’s… Wow.” Sapnap chuckled.
“Just give it a minute, babe.” So he did. And then he took another shotgun hit. And another? And maybe a few more after that. And then, they were kissing, and warm hands were on warmer skin, and the joint sat smoldering and forgotten in the makeshift ash tray, and Sapnap (somehow more sober than Dream) was tugging his arm and coaxing him back through the window because “we really don’t need the neighbors to see us fucking on the roof, dude.”
That night played out much like all the ones the couple had shared before, if slightly heightened by the sensations and feelings the weed provided. Gasping, reaching, panting, pulling. Sapnap’s head, thrown back as Dream pulled on auburn strands, exposing the stubble-covered column of his throat. Fists pulling well-used sheets, the obscene sound of skin hitting skin, and the feeling of Dream’s warm breath on Sapnap’s groin, then thighs, then cock.
Dream fucked Sapnap long and slow that night, unhurried and coasting easy on his first ever high. In the back of his muddled mind, he knew, rationally, that his boyfriend’s skin was the same texture it always was, and that his body was completely unchanged from when they had sex earlier that day. But tonight, the corded muscle of Sapnap’s arms felt smoother, the feeling of muscle and fat giving under broad palms extra intense, and the scratch of stubble against his own face almost overwhelming. For a while they drifted there together, tethered by each other’s bodies, and the few reassuring words they exchanged. Then, Dream was spilling into his boyfriend, pressing kisses to his plush chest as he did. And then he was reaching down to jerk Sapnap off, breaths intermingling between their bodies as Dream worked his hand over skin that felt even more velvety than usual, until every muscle in Sapnap’s body seemed to tense and then finally, finally, he collapsed onto the bed, and Dream collapsed onto him.
They lay there for what felt like hours, until, predictably, Sapnap began to groan in complaint. “Dude. I’m still high as balls but you weigh, like, 400 pounds. Get off of me.”
Dream, not high enough to be unable to mess with his boyfriend, just made a fake snoring noise. “Honnnkkkkkk, mi mi mi mi…. Honkkk, mi mi mi….” The shove he received in response was worth it, though, because when he opened his eyes, he was greeted by one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen. Granted, he saw it pretty much every day, but still. Hazel eyes, radiating fondness and love, and the softest pink lips he had ever seen pulled into a brilliant smile. It was enough to drop his little act, and suddenly pull the shorter man close in a bone-crushing hug.
“Drea- wha! Dream, you’re squishing me,” he squawked in protest, but Dream just held him tighter.
“Thank you, Sap. I love you.” Dream could feel the other’s body tense slightly in question, but then he pressed a kiss to the lightly freckled shoulder in front of him, and Sapnap melted back into his arms.
“Of course, baby. I love you too.” And the two drifted off to sleep, ignoring the mess they’d undoubtedly find themselves facing in the morning, in favor of resting in the arms of the one they loved most.
The next morning, as per usual, Sapnap was the first one awake. After a moment of resting in the warm light and appreciating the soft, lightly snoring presence of the man next to him, he figured it was time to get up. He swung his legs out of bed in an attempt to get to his feet— and immediately winced. Last night they had gone slow, but certainly not gentle. The soreness wasn’t unbearable, thankfully. Plus, Sapnap liked to view any soreness as a pleasant souvenir— a physical reminder of being loved and adored so intensely. Pressing a kiss to tousled dirty blonde hair, he took a deep breath, and heaved himself out of bed to go start his day.
Later, with a steaming cup of coffee in hand and three Eggo waffles in his stomach, Sapnap was feeling remarkably productive and motivated. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he made a beeline for his desk, and immediately booted up his editing software. Dream was still sleeping, the morning was young, and he had plenty to get done. With a few more sips of coffee, he cracked his knuckles and went to work.
With headphones on, it wasn’t hard to get in the zone. Sapnap’s brain wasn’t quite capable of the intense hyperfixation Dream could achieve, but before long, he was on a roll, and plenty was getting done. So deep was his focus, in fact, that he didn’t notice the quiet knock on his office door. Or the slow creaking of it opening, or the careful footsteps creeping over to his desk. It wasn’t until he felt a calloused fingertip ghosting along his inner thigh, just under his basketball shorts, that he finally noticed Dream’s presence (and jumped about a foot in the air in the process).
“God! Oh shit, baby, you scared me.” He pulled his headphones off of one ear, smiling down at the tanned face below him. Sitting back on his heels, wearing boxers and an old t-shirt, Dream peeked up from where he had snuck under Sap’s desk. Like a sunflower tilting towards the sun, Dream’s eyes seemed to light up when Sapnap’s attention fell to him, and Sap immediately knew why his boyfriend was there. Without a word, Dream began to let the fingers of both hands trail along the legs in front of him, tickling against the coarse hairs and pressing the gentlest, softest massaging touches into the giving flesh.
“Good morning Dream,” Sapnap said softly, a knowing smile on his face, as he leaned down to press his lips to his boyfriend’s. Again reminding him of a sunflower, Dream tilted his face up, eyes fluttering shut to meet him in the brief kiss. The faintest smirk ran over the older man’s face as he turned his attention back to the legs below him, now leaning his head down to begin pressing kisses to the bare skin. Sapnap did his best to stifle a gasp as he felt tiny, kitten licks against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. At the sound, Dream’s eyes shot open, meeting his boyfriend’s gaze knowingly as he continued to lavish the skin there with kisses.
Steeling himself, Sapnap put his hands on Dream’s shoulders. “Baby, I’m working.” Dream made a faint noise of acknowledgment, but didn’t stop his assault on Sap’s legs, nuzzling his face ever-closer to where his length waited behind thin fabric. “Dream. I know you have the libido of like. A dog in heat” Dream made a noise of protest at that, but still didn’t stop, “but I really gotta work right now. I had a lovely time last night, and I can take care of you more in a bit. ‘Kay?”
Pulling back, finally, Dream sat back on his heels as he met Sapnap’s gaze with the most sorrowful puppy-dog gaze the younger man had ever seen. “But,” he rasped, voice rough from disuse. “I wanna…” Sapnap quirked a brow at that, noticing the way a flush had appeared high on Dream’s cheekbones as he stopped mid sentence.
“What do you want, baby? Ask. You know you have to use your words.” Dream’s flush intensified. One hand reached up and under Sap’s shirt, tracing little patterns onto the soft skin of his stomach.
“Wanna….” Dream’s voice was soft, softer than usual, a clear sign that the older man was feeling submissive. “Can I… Can I suck?” Sapnap blinked.
“Honey, I don’t need a b.j. right now-” Dream was immediately shaking his head no.
“No. Just wanna… Can I… Hold it?” Begging eyes met Sapnap’s again, as Dream opened his mouth, tongue lolling wantonly out, as if in offer.
The wheels in his mind were turning rapidly, trying to understand what his boyfriend wanted. This was… new for them. They had toyed with the idea of things like sucking each other off on stream, staying on mute while in a call with their friends. But… this? Just… holding it. In his mouth. The idea wasn’t offensive to Sapnap, far from it, but. That couldn’t feel good for Dream, could it?
“Dream, I have a lot of work to do. Are you sure you just want to sit there? Won’t you get bored, or something? I know that can’t be-”
Before he could even finish the sentence, Dream was shaking his head again, eyes almost frantic. “Don’t worry about me!” The older man’s voice was soft and pleading, fluttering honey-brown lashes in a way that had be intentional. “I want to.” He smiled reassuringly up at Sapnap, before scooching closer on the carpet. Long fingers crept teasingly close to the drawstring of Sap’s shorts, eyebrows raised as if asking for permission.
While he appreciated his boyfriend’s waiting for explicit consent, they both knew that there were very few realities where Sapnap would turn down anything that involved his dick being somewhere warm and wet. And that required very little effort from him, on top of that. On second thought, maybe Dream really was onto something here.
Sapnap chuckled, brushing a strand of warm blonde hair out of Dream’s eyes. He leaned into the touch, almost subconsciously, making Sap raise his eyebrows. Damn, he was already deeper than he thought. “Okay, baby, if you’re sure. Go ahead.’
Dream beamed as if Sapnap had just given him a solid gold trophy. “Thank you thank you thank you-” he cut himself off as he resumed his gentle assault on the area between Sap’s legs. Sapnap lifted his butt slightly off the chair to let his boyfriend pull his shorts down (God, going commando made things so much easier sometimes), and he couldn’t help but lean down to press a kiss to the head of golden hair in front of him. As Dream succeeded in freeing Sap’s steadily hardening cock, he looked up to the giver of the kiss in question, head tilted as if in question. Sapnap felt his cheeks heating despite himself.
“Nothin’. Just love you.” Dream’s face broke into that glowing smile again, the beaming smile that made Sapnap want to fight someone, beat someone up, risk his entire reputation if it meant that the man in front of him would experience even a tiny bit less pain or heartache. God! He really adored Dream.
Aaaaand when he was so good at going down on Sapnap, like he was right now? Well, that was just the cherry on top.
True to his word, after some gentle coaxing to hardness, Dream just. Sat there. Rose-pink lips stretched around Sapnap’s girth in a way that was so filthy he could barely look down without completely losing his cool. Sometimes he would lean his freckled cheek against a hairy thigh, eyes fluttering closed, or oh-so-slowly move up, then down, just once, before returning to his apparently blissful resting state.
After a solid fifteen minutes of mentally scolding himself and forcing himself to focus, Sapnap managed to finally get some editing done. If he had to take a break every ten minutes or so to take a shuddering breath and steady himself, well! That was nobody’s business but his own.
Finally, after about an hour and a half of mostly productive editing time, and replying to a handful of emails he had been putting off, Sap rolled his shoulders and stretched his arms high into the air, sighing dramatically. Rolling his chair just slightly back, he gave into the impulse that had been almost overwhelming him the entire time, and allowed himself to look down at the man between his thighs. His heart almost stopped at the sight.
Dream’s muscular thighs were folded neatly under him in a kneeling position, palms pressed into the rough office carpet in a way that looked almost uncomfortable, if not for the absolutely blissful expression on the older man’s face. His face looked so peaceful, Sapnap thought incredulously, that if you covered the lower half of his face, he looked like he was asleep, and having a particularly good dream. After taking a moment to just admire the sight (and maybe sneak a quick picture for his, uh, personal collection), Sapnap reluctantly began stroking his boyfriend’s hair in an attempt to bring him back from wherever he was.
“Dream. Hey, Dream, baby,” he cooed, internally squealing at the way the man in question leaned into the touch without opening his eyes. "How are you feeling, hon?"
Dream made a contented hum, corners of his wide mouth quirking up, smile distorted around Sapnap's cock where it was still held in his mouth. Sapnap huffed out a laugh. “That’s great, babe, I’m gonna go ahead and take it out now, ‘kay?”
As he began to gently pull back, Dream’s brow immediately crinkled in dissatisfaction, a low noise of displeasure coming from deep in his throat. Sapnap laughed again. “I know, I know, baby. But I need a break, okay?” As soon as he’d tucked his (semi-hard) dick back into his shorts, the younger man immediately began running a hand through his boyfriend’s hair, the other hand gently stroking his face, one thumb rubbing soft circles over high cheekbones. Dream was obviously pretty deep in his headspace, so Sapnap just focused on grounding his floating boyfriend, appreciating his almost artful golden-brown stubble and the beatific look on his handsome face as he drifted down to earth.
“You did so good, Dream. Absolutely perfect for me, what the hell. You were so quiet, made me feel so nice the whole time, just perfect, baby,” Sapnap murmured softly, aware that he was running his mouth, but wanting to fill the silence. “I know we had talked about, like. Cock-warming before but that was like. 10 times better than anything I could imagine. Holy shit dude, that was incredible.” He braced one hand on each side of his boyfriend’s face, and turned it upwards towards Sapnap’s own beaming smile. “You’re incredible, Dream.”
Like a flower opening to the sun, the man in question’s eyes fluttered in response to the praise, finally blinking wide eyes to meet his boyfriend’s. His pupils were hugely dilated, Sapnap noted distantly. “Hi, hey there, Dreamie. You coming back to me?”
Still blinking slowly, cognizance slowly started to come back to Dream’s eyes. “Sap,” he murmured, a hazy smile still on his face.
Sapanp almost couldn’t see, his eyes were squinting from smiling so hard. Who the fuck gave this man the right to be so endearing? “Hi, babe. How are you feeling?”
Dream inhaled deeply, lazy blowing air upwards and making his bangs float to the side and out of his eyes. His mouth was red, and dried tears were visible on his cheeks. He looked, well, ruined, and the sight made something stir deep inside Sapnap, but the exhaustion he’d been fighting all through his editing was winning out over his horniness. Right now, he was more concerned with making sure his boyfriend was good and comfy, and then promptly passing the fuck out.
“Good,” the older man croaked out, the word in sharp contrast to his physical appearance. Sapnap let his eyes rove slowly over his boyfriend, taking in the spit-slick lips, relishing in the dual delights of not only having a beautiful-as-fuck boyfriend, but one who trusted and cared for him enough to do something like this. Sapnap couldn’t help a fond smile from stretching across his face, scooting his chair back further as he held both hands out to help his (much bigger) other half up off the floor. As he gently situated the two of them on his bed, Sap raised his brows at the prominent tent in his partner’s basketball shorts.
“Aw, Dreamie,” Sapnap cooed, carefully easing his shorts down to his knees as the older man wiggled at the slight stimulation. ‘Let’s take care of that, huh babe?” Wide, adoring green eyes blinked back at Sapnap, desire evident even through the haze of subspace.
“Yes please,” Dream said in a small voice.
Sapnap beamed, proud of his verbal response without even being asked. “Love you, baby,” he murmured, a curl of satisfaction deep in his stomach at the gasp Dream let out as he took him in hand. With gentle, firm pulls, Sapnap brought his boyfriend closer and closer to the edge, whispering words of affirmation and praise in his ear all the while. Finally, finally, finally, Dream came with a shuddering gasp and curled toes, grasping at Sap’s shoulders in an attempt to ground himself. As waves of pleasure rippled over the taller man’s features, Sapnap couldn’t tear his gaze away. The crease between his brows, the faintest smattering of freckles almost entirely blotted out by his current flush, the perfect part of soft pink lips— God, Sap really was the luckiest man alive.
Finally managing to tear his gaze away from his boyfriend’s almost mesmerizing o-face, Sap felt almost possessed by something beyond him as he bent to capture Dream in a kiss. His noise of surprise was muffled by the press of Sapnap’s lips on his, but he quickly settled into the rhythm of their make-out, happy to spend any amount of time doing his second-favorite activity with his boyfriend (no points for guessing the first).
When Sap finally had to pull away for air, he immediately rested his forehead on Dream’s, reluctant to put any amount of distance between them. “I love you,” he murmured, turning his face to press another, gentler kiss between Dream’s neck and shoulder.
Dream, somewhat more cognizant now, was sporting a near-beatific smile of his own. “I love you too, Nick.” He pressed a single, feather-light kiss to the tip of Sap’s nose. “Sleep now?”
Sapnap hummed in agreement, snuggling down into the bed and kicking the comforter up to cover them both. Without opening his eyes, he held out his arms in a silent request for cuddles. Huffing out a laugh, Dream didn’t hesitate to scoot up against his smaller boyfriend, both subconsciously scooting and adjusting until their two bodies fit together perfectly. Content in one another’s arms, if slightly sticky, the two men drifted off together into restful, dreamless sleep.
At some point hours later, Sapnap blinked awake to movement in the bed next to him. Through the dark bedroom, he could make out the blissful face of a sleeping Dream, his face pressed into Sapnap’s chest, and the rest of the long lines of his body pressed close to his boyfriend’s. Still hazy with sleep, Sap tried to register what had woken him up. Dream was shifting slightly in his sleep, but nothing dramatic— except. Oh. Hot, hard flesh, poking into the meat of Sap’s thigh.
Goddamnit.