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He could still feel Dream’s breath behind him, hot on his ear. Suddenly, teeth clenched around the cartilage, and Sapnap gave himself a sharp jerk followed by a small whimper.
“Fuck. Don’t do that.”
He could practically hear Dream’s smirk.
“Don’t do what?”
“B-bi...You know,” Sapnap struggled out, his breath hitching in his chest as Dream’s grip on his throat tightened.
“No. I don’t. Why don’t you say it for me, sweetheart?”
The pet name was sickly sweet rolling off his tongue, but the edge was still there. It was a challenge. A test.
Sapnap wasn’t sure what would happen if he failed.
Fuck it.
He wasn’t going to win.
His mouth stayed closed, instead focusing on the tight grip around his cock. He was half floating by then, tethered only by Dream’s rough, calloused hand.
The hand shifted from his neck. Sucking in as much as air as possible after how much he had missed, Sapnap felt himself drop forward slightly with relief. There were sure to be marks from how tightly his throat was gripped, and he could feel them begin to form once the pressure was gone.
The pressure was gone.
Not just from his neck, but from around his cock as well. So was the presence of his friend behind him, hot breath only a memory.
Sapnap practically whined in despair, finally opening up his eyes.
A face, right there.
Dream was looming in front of him, after having taken advantage of his delirium to push his chair away from the desk. He was half crouching, half kneeling, eyes boring into Sapnap’s.
“I didn’t hear you.”
His tone was gravelly, Adam’s apple bobbing gently in his throat. Subconsciously, Sapnap imagined himself leaning forward to take it in his mouth, forcing Dream to be silent.
Instead, he stayed still, barely maintaining eye contact with the other man.
“Because I didn’t say anything.”
The words practically fell out of his mouth before he could stop them, and he found himself regretting it instantly.
Dream’s smirk returned again, this time a sadistic grin.
“That’s what I thought,” he spoke threateningly. “I’ll give you a chance to fix that. If you make that pretty noise you made earlier, I’ll let you off easily.”
Sapnap would have blushed,. but blushing more than he already was wouldn’t be humanly possible. The chair creaked under him softly as he tensed, lips pursing.
Sapnap hissed almost inaudibly, before setting out a shaky breath.
“What noise?” He asked innocently, but his face betrayed him. The bearded man had a small smile, humor glinting in his eyes.
The chair creaked again out of its own volition, rocking him back as Dream lunged to pull him into a fierce kiss. Sapnap had never been kissed silly, but he assumed it would feel like this.
The roughness of Dream’s kisses. The teeth clacking as he successfully forced Sapnap to lean back. The smell of blood as the bigger boy’s canines tore into his lip, forcing him to taste his own blood in the feverish kiss.
He had only recovered slightly from Dream’s heavy gaze, still reeling as he melted in his mouth.
It was all happening so fast. Not that Sapnap was complaining, he was perfectly fine with the way this was going. In fact, he was considering speeding it up.
Finally, his hands regained enough feeling to release his tight grip on the arm of his chair. His clumsy fingers reached to get a solid grip in Dream’s rat-nest of a haircut, trying to pull out the hair tie holding his hair back.
A warning tap on the back of his neck was all he got before Dream pulled away, his eyes hard set.
“You don’t have control here,” he stated simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You haven’t had control since you were watching me drink earlier. You lost all of your control the second you let me touch you. This goes my way, or it doesn’t go at all. I expect you to listen to me, and to obey me. I don’t give a fuck what you want right now.”
Just Dream’s tone was enough to force Sapnap’s head back, his brown eyes blown out. The other man leaned forward to nuzzle against the stubble on his cheek, chuckling darkly.
“Those words alone were enough, huh? So much for your bratting, sweetheart.”
“Man, fuck you,” whimpered Sapnap, his voice ragged. “You’re not supposed to know everything about me.”
“You think it’s just me?” Another chuckle, sadistic light in Dream’s eyes.
The statement in itself was confusing, but not as much as the way the blond boy had said it.
“What do you mean?”
Dream practically laughed out loud.
“I don’t know. Why don’t you ask George ,” he suggested with mock playfulness.
Sapnap stared at him, dumbfounded. His mouth hung open, confused eyes roaming the room to search for their housemate. Seeing nobody, he let out a sigh of relief before turning to a very, very amused Dream.
“What do you mean? You’re confusing me. This bit isn’t funny, can you just kiss me again?” He asked, anxiety waning.
George wasn’t there. Again, Sapnap wouldn’t complain about the participation of the other boy, but getting jerked off by just one of his friends had nearly sent him into cardiac arrest. He couldn’t imagine what having both of them would be like.
Maybe he could. Just a little. Not like he’s ever imagined it before, or anything .
He hadn’t imagined the contrast between George’s soft, soft hands and his fleeting touches and Dream’s rough fingers and bad habit of just taking taking taking.
He wouldn’t do that. No. It was weird.
Dream had his head cradled in his hand, somehow still looking as poised as ever.
“Nick, do me a favor, would you?” He asked slyly.
There was a moment of hesitation before Sapnap nodded, his hair ruffling into his face.
“Say hi to George. You know it’s rude not to acknowledge someone,” Dream chastised, making a patronizing frown at him.
Sapnap raised an eyebrow, deciding to play along with whatever bit Dream was milking in that moment.
“Sure,” he rolled his eyes. “Hi George.”
A low ‘Hello’ came from Dream’s back pocket