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The air was icy cold, much similar to the area Dream was in. Coincidentally, Dream could see smoke coming from a chimney in a house in the woods a small distance away, thanks to the spindly nature of the birch trees that spread across the ground like flowers in a field. It was calm, quiet, and peaceful.
Dream was making a quick stop in the area, mostly just to eat some of the plentiful winter berries that dotted the forest. He'd gotten weird looks from the nearby house owners when they saw him the first time, but it seemed the shock of him eating poisonous berries worn off once he explained he couldn't be poisoned.
Dream smiled; he really did like the taste of these, and it was such a shame others couldn't enjoy it like he could.
Killer on the other hand was with his boss. Standing next to him diligently. A big toothy grin on his face. Actually, his whole smile was just teeth. He was a skeleton after all. He twirls a knife in his hands and tosses it up then catches it.
He glanced towards his boss, even if nobody could tell. "We going after Dream, Boss? I'm itching for a fight today."
Nightmare grinned, tendrils flicking idly, "We are indeed. I think my plan should put a stop to him for a long while..."
Dream, though none the wiser to the current plan, was still aware of his surroundings. He continued to enjoy eating some of the berries, and glanced around every so often. He'd leave soon after he finished his dinner.
Killer grinned at his boss and threw his knife into the air, catching it again. "I'm sure it will boss." He takes a step forward. Feeling the snow crunch under his shoes. Spinning his knife in his fingers.
Nightmare watched him before melting into the shadows in his own substance. The plan was simple; threaten the nearby residents, corner his brother, and leave Killer to weaken him enough so he wouldn't be doing any damage for a while. He could've just finished the job right away, but he liked seeing his own brother suffer and wished to see the look on his face when he finished the job.
Just thinking about it made his grin grow wider.
Dream had washed away the residual berry juices from his fingers with the help of the snow; while for a normal human it would have left his hands icy cold, for Dream his guardian body was much more durable; aside from a slight cold feeling, he wasn't bothered at all by the chilly weather.
Killer was quick to follow Nightmare. Entering his own position. Standing nearby the cabin. He'd break in and fight with Dream. Maybe tease the poor little ball of sunshine a little. Get more enjoyment out of it for himself then just a fight. He fingered the tip of his knife and looked inside, scrapping at his fingers as he watched, moving his knife to the glass to trace a circle onto it. He'll just break the glass when it comes time for it. It'll be exciting afterall.
Nightmare snuck his way into the cabin. He crept in a corner and started to cover the lights, filling the residents with worry and fear. One of them muttered something about a ghost haunting the cabin, hugging the other with panic when a dark chuckle echoed out.
Dream could sense the negative aura of his brother and suddenly stood up. He could also sense the residents in the nearby cabin freaking out, and without a second thought, Dream dashed to the house.
Once Dream entered the cabin, he was brought face to face with his brother, who was scaring the innocent residents. He kept them in a corner with his tendrils. Nightmare grinned at Dream and gave a mocking wave.
"Well well. Hello, little brother."
"Nightmare," Dream gave a hard stare, bow already summoned. He knew the schtick at this point; Nightmare would terrorize an innocent bystander as bait to lure him and gain energy, and Dream would have to ward him off.
Nightmare seemed to have chosen a particularly good AU to do this; it wasn't too negative, but it wasn't too positive either, so they were on equal footing in terms of that, and the only people around were terrified, which hindered Dream a bit. Using the positivity of his own aura instead, he shot an arrow towards the tendrils that was jutted towards the residents. Nightmare hissed as the tendrils were shot at. It allowed the residents to escape far sooner than Nightmare would've liked. Oh well. He lunged his tendrils straight for the opposing guardian, stabbing across the windows and doors to prohibit any easy exit for Dream.
Killer twitched in his spot and waited for his que. His fingers tighten around the handle of his knife, excitement thrumming in his bones as he bounced on his feet. He knows his que is coming. Oh this is going to be so good. Beating Dreams ass will be so damn fun.
Dream readied his bow, armed with the relief that the residents felt at that moment, and shot it.
The arrow was devastating as it shot right into Nightmare's good eye. Nightmare let out a painful roar. Pulling the arrow out with a tendril, he used his other one to send a signal to Killer to send him in.
Killer smashed through the window, sending glass flying as he aimed right for Dreams back. Slashing a knife at him. "Hey Dreamboat!" He teased, not exactly sounding serious. Nightmare let out a grin despite temporarily losing his sight. One wave to his brother and he was gone.
Dream yelped at the sudden knife, changing his bow to two blades as he swiveled around to see Killer. "Killer!" He breathed out, jumping back to avoid a slice to the arm.
Killer smirked and laughed. "Yeah it's me, Dreamie," He lands and fiddles with his knife, before he sends himself flying at Dream again. Slashing his knife against his face. His movements quick and precise.
Dream's cheek ended up sliced and the positive guardian kept trying to put distance between him and Killer; it seemed rather useless considering the small enclosure. "Killer, please," Dream barely squeezed in before Killer nearly stabbed at his skin again, "you don't have to do this!"
"Aww, you think I'm being forced to do this~? Nah, I'm doing this for fun. I'm bored, Dreamie, and you're always a fun time! Unless you have any ideas for a different sort of fun time~?" He asked rhetorically, quickly running towards Dream, slashing at and even trying to stab him.
Dream dashed away just in time for the attempted stab to be just a slash at his side, shaking his head. "I'm sure there's many more ways to entertain yourself than this!"
"Oh there's plenty of ways. Maybe I should show you one of the ways I entertain myself when alone~? I always do like an audience." He landed again and looked at Dream with a smirk and a wink.
"Um," Dream said, not quite getting where the skeleton was getting at but worrying he was going to indulge in something violent. Then again, Dream thought to himself. This could be a good opportunity. "M-maybe?" Dream responded.
Killer’s eye sockets nearly widened. He looked at Dream with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. "Do you even know what I'm talking about Dream boat? Or do I need to explain a little. Your friends aren't around to stop my explanation like they always do." He tsked and launched at Dream again, slashing at him with his knife.
"I'm not-" Dream hissed as the cut landed at his upper arm, stinging a bit. He sidestepped Killer and continued to flee the skeleton, "sure?"
"I guess I can explain for a cutie like you!" His smirk stayed on his face as he quickly pinned Dream on the ground. "It's a.. thing called sex. Happens between two or more people. Unless they're monogamous or loyal or some bullshit. Boss says it's gross to think about. I actually like thinking about it." He chuckles.
Dream struggled out of Killer's pin, but wasn't having the best of luck. A tinge of pinkness overcame his cheek though, as he now finally understood what Killer was going on about. Figuring a way to stall and distract Killer a little, he went, "Two or more people? But how do you do it alone then?"
"That's called masturbation my dear daydream~" He snorts and points his knife at Dream. "Usually you shove your hands between your legs and work with what you got. A dick, a pussy, a mix of the two or something else. Who knows what a monster will have." He grinned.
"Oh-!" Dream gulped at the knife and struggled more in the grip, a bit visibly flustered as his cheeks reddened with embarrassment at Killer's crass and raunchy explanation.
Killer chuckles and gets off. Still pointing his knife at Dream. "There's plenty more to talk about. Like how consent is the most important thing.. or kinks! Kinks are fun." He smirked and looked at Dream.
Dream got up and took a few paces behind him, still a little wary of Killer and his knife. "Kinks?" The only thing he had to go off were hose kinks, and he wasn't sure if that was what Killer meant. "What are those?"
"Oh just things you like while having sex. Some people like bondage. Others like begging for pleasure. Heh. Some even like crying." He looked at Dream. "I wonder what you like."
Dream couldn't help it; he blushed some more. "O-oh-" it made a lot more sense to a lot more conversations now. "Uhm, I've never... I'm not sure," he honestly said. He noted that Killer wasn't attacking him now, but he kept a watchful gaze on the skeleton just to make sure.
Killer teleported behind Dream, whispering into his ear. "Do you want to find out~?" He asked softly and flirtatiously. The boss might be angry with him. But giving Dream a crisis like this might work in their favor after all.
Dream flinched at the teleportation, swiftly turning around and taking a step back, barely within arm’s reach of Killer. The guardian gulped, feeling a little shiver go down his neck as Killer's breath had tickled his ears. He's very sure now what Killer is insinuating, but something about him... isn't the surest.
Aside from the fact Killer is rather dangerous in this state, Dream himself isn't all too sure about that kind of tango. He'd been hesitant about dating itself due to his aura, and he felt the same kind of apprehension when it came to, well, coitus with others. And if not apprehension, it was disinterest all together. How could he be sure others felt okay with doing that with him when his happy aura was influencing them?
While he was arguably sure Killer wasn't unduly influenced in part of his emotionless state - stage 2 Color had told him once - another part of him worried. "Are... you sure about doing that? My aura is very... It can influence you in ways that you normally wouldn't..." Dream finally said after a moment’s silence, trailing off.
"Oh I'm sure little Dream Boat. Your aura won't affect me. I can't even feel it now. Emotionless and all." He says offhandedly. Starting to circle him like a shark circling its prey. Grinning at him.
"A-and, what about Nightmare?" Dream said, a little leery at Killer circling him, watching him as he did. He put his arm to his other arm where a previous wound was, putting a little pressure on it. It wasn't bleeding badly, but it would help regenerate it quicker.
"Once, he was going to have me terrorize a couple. But he walked in on them having hard-core sex. Went back on his plan because he thought it was disgusting." He pulls out a bottle of lube. "He doesn't even like it when I joke about this. We'll be fine.. Oh yeah. This is lube. Makes sex easier."
Dream blushed in secondhand embarrassment for the couple, at least a little reassured in that. A little.
Now he was trying to figure out how he felt about the situation, glancing at the small bottle of lube. Did he feel okay doing this? With Killer of all people?
It seemed his hesitation showed in his facial expression, too.
Killer noticed then tilted his head. "You sure you're gonna want to do this? You look like you swallowed a full cup of lemon juice mixed with toothpaste. By the way, do not recommend." His grin stayed on his face. "We don't have to do this. We could just keep fighting. No need for sex at all."
Dream looked down at the floor, trying to think. "I've never... I'm..." He trailed off.
On one hand, this was Nightmare's right-hand-man, not to mention the person who'd been attacking him. But, on another...
He wasn't as good as Color when pulling Killer out of his second stage - having never succeeded before - but now he was alone with Killer, and this could prove to be an opportunity to clip Nightmare's metaphorical wings.
And , Dream optimistically thought, I could find out a few things about myself, and how I feel about this. He still would rather find it out with a lover, but this wasn't the worst way to find things out. Right?
"You won't continue attacking me if I say yes, right?" He asked.
"Of course not. Why would I attack a bed partner? Wouldn't be very nice to do so." He says, pocketing his knife. "Attacking a bed partner isn't something I would do. It's a courtesy or something like what Color said."
"Okay," Dream sighed, then looked around. The residents couldn't be sensed at all; he and Killer were alone. "Uh... How do we... do this?" Stars, am I actually doing this? Dream thought to himself. He wasn't repulsed, just... very surprised with himself that he was doing this, with Killer of all people.
"I'll take the lead, little stargaze. Just let me take the reigns." He gently said, gingerly - surprisingly enough - taking Dream's wrists to pull him against him. Looking for a couch and grinning when he finds one.
Dream was surprised at the softer tone of Killer's, but didn't comment on it as he let Killer take control. He was still anxious about this, but he didn't call it off yet.
Killer takes him to the couch and gently pushes him onto it. Letting his wrists go to instead grab his hips. Squeezing. "Now dreamie. Are you 100% sure about this?"
After a few moments of analyzing his own emotions, Dream nodded; he felt a little nervous and antsy, no doubt from the circumstances leading up to this alongside the person he was doing this with; but he didn't feel forced to do this, and even if Killer was stronger than him, he was reasonably sure he could fight him off well enough and run away if things got too sketchy; he’s done it before. "Yes," Dream nodded again. "It beats being stabbed by you," he added with a dry giggle, though it was a bit nervous-sounding.
He chuckled and looked him over. "Yeah, sure does..." He trailed his boney hands down to Dream’s thighs and hummed. "Don't worry. I'll make sure this is enjoyable for you... Is this your first time?"
"Yes," Dream earnestly said, feeling slightly ticklish at his thighs. "I've never done... this before. I'm not sure how it would feel like." At all, really. Dream's never really - what was that word Killer used? - masturbated before either. He's brushed against that area a few times, but never seeked it out, so he has no idea how any of this will feel.
Killer smiled and nodded. Looking pretty gleeful at the moment. "Then I'll make sure your first time is a good one. Okay stargaze?" He asked rhetorically, looking over Dream’s bodysuit, wondering if he should have Dream remove it himself or he should cut it up with a knife very carefully.
No need to spook Dream away with a knife. "Do you mind taking this off for me? I'd cut through it. But I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be aroused by a knife around your parts, Dreamer"
Dream's breath hitched, and he shook his head. "No, sorry," he was a little surprised at the consideration, but from Color's description of Killer, he wasn't too shocked. "It's not meant to be taken off very often." He unclasped the pink star brooch that held his cape, taking off the cape, and then removing his gloves. He wasn't used to taking these off as much, aside from sewing, so he habitually noted the places that needed to be stitched up.
Next he undid his boots, and then his belt, then his long robe was next. He took in a deep breath, feeling a twinge of anxiety when he had just his black under gloves and black bodysuit left on.
"I can see that. Do y’have any other outfits for when it needs to be cleaned? The last fight I had with you sent you flying into the mud,” He snorted in amusement at the memory and looked away for Dream's comfort. Chuckling as he thinks over what he could help Dream explore. Maybe oral for now. Too much could spook Dream away. Killer wants to give him a good time, not trauma.
Dream took a deep breath to calm his anxiety; "I have small stashes of clothes in certain AUs. Others also give me clothes if they're offering to help me. I enjoy this outfit a lot more than others though." He removed the belt securing his undergloves and removed them, rubbing his arms as it felt odd to have them off. One of them was a bit bloody, but he can take care of that later.
He hooked his thumbs beneath his black bodysuit, but a sense of modesty seemed to overwhelm him; he was rapidly becoming shyer about being naked in front of someone.
Killer noticed and smiled softly. Starting to take off his jacket. "Deep breaths, Dreamie. You look like you got caught with your hand in the cookie jar with how shy you look. I can understand though. It's your first time." He hummed to himself. "You have your right to be nervous."
Dream took a few more deep breaths, listening to Killer and being reassured, willing himself to pull down his bodysuit down to his hips.
His body wasn't anything to write home about, but he was still conventionally attractive. His muscles have a little bit of definition, mostly on his arms, but he wasn't very muscly overall. He wasn't skinny nor overweight, and his ribs weren't visible underneath his flesh. His small pecs were adorned with pink nipples, and his chest went up and down with every calming breath.
Killer slipped his shirt off afterwards and pulled his shoes off. Throwing one carelessly somewhere and the other is put neatly beside the couch. He appears to be missing a sock. Might be in a corner somewhere, who knows. The skeleton glanced over to check Dream out and whistled lowly. "Good looking there, sexy." He compliments offhandedly.
Dream blushed at that, looking over at Killer's own body. He'd known how a skeleton monster's ribs looked from when Cross took off his shirt, but whether he found it attractive was another story; he wasn't quite sure what "attraction" felt like yet.
Killer smirked and stuck his magical tongue out, winking at Dream. "See something you like?" He chuckled and pulled off his shorts.
Dream's face reddened at the words, and instead curiously looked down at Killer's pelvis. He wasn't sure if that was rude, but he was at least a little curious. As far as he saw though, there was nothing there between Killer's thighbones. "Oh- how do skeleton monsters...?"
"There's a thing some monsters have, called ecto or ectoplasm I think, because of the texture or whatever. If you have enough magic you can summon ecto of any shape, gender, size." He lets a hand wander down to his pelvis. Rubbing against his bones. "Usually to summon it you just have to focus and it snaps into place.” He explained. "For sex though, you have to make it take shape. Your focus is on your partner, not your ecto. Though you can still pick its shape." He grinned as his red magic lights up in his joints and pelvis.
Dream nodded in understanding, watching the magic in Killer's pelvis with curiosity.
Killer chuckles and spreads his legs to let Dream watch more easily. Letting his eyesockets close as he guides the magic into shape. Feeling it pop into place and sighing, opening his eyesockets. "Now.. let's get the rest of that off of you.. may I?"
"You can if you want to," Dream responded, his eyes falling back to Killer's magic. The shape was... well, it was new to Dream as was all of this, though he figured it must be a normal shape for skeleton monsters. The best he could have described it would be a faux-fleshy protrusion, but he wasn't sure if that was the most accurate of descriptors.
Killer helped Dream get the rest of his body suit off. Humming as he thinks about how he could pleasure Dream. First, he has to find out what set of equipment Dream has.
Dream's 'equipment', however, didn't quite fit into the normal "male" or "female" definition humans had. The guardian had a penis, but it looked softer, smaller and fleshier than usual, similar to an unusually large clit. And where one would think a typical biological male's balls would be, there was instead a vulva. He didn't look particularly aroused, either, noted by the lack of shininess.
Dream exhaled, taking a few deep breaths to quell the nervousness. Nobody has ever seen what was underneath his clothes aside from only him.
Killer looked a little surprised. Gently taking Dream’s penis into his hand and gently feels over him. "So you’re intersex.." He trailed off. He didn't sound disgusted, nor was he actually disgusted.
Dream shivered at the feeling of Killer feeling it over. It felt pretty nice. "Is that what it's called?" Dream inquired. "Is it normal or unusual?"
"Yeah, that's what it's called. It's a rare thing. Something about the genes messing up and not producing it all correctly. Though it's not bad. There's corrective surgery for it I think, but that's only if people want it. Or it's done on babies." He lets go of Dreams penis to run a finger down his vulva.
Dream softly sighed at the feeling of Killer's finger going down that sensitive area. "But wouldn't young kids not be able to ask for it? Unless it was hurting them?" He asked.
"I wouldn't really know about any of that. I know the basics. You'll have to find support groups or just ask around." He lowered himself down. "You can tell me how this feels. If you don't like it, I'll stop."
Dream nodded, tilting his head as he wondered what Killer was about to do.
Killer adjusted his position and propped his hands onto Dream's thighs, takes his penis into his mouth and gently pressed his tongue to it.
Dream's thighs twitched as Killer's warm tongue pressed against his penis, and made a soft sound as the skeleton began licking at it. He didn't expect it to feel this good, but it did feel nice... even if it he didn't know if he liked Killer's mouth being as close to there as it was.
Killer began to suckle on him, still licking and pressing his warm tongue against Dream’s penis. Raising a hand up to gently play with Dreams vulva. That earned a gasp from Dream. The pleasure was something the guardian never felt before, like a pressure in his lowers, but it felt really good. His folds were still rather dry, relative to the fact he wasn't really aroused beforehand, but the sucking from Killer's warm mouth was beginning to make his privates ache in a way that made him want more.
Something about the fact Killer's head was in such a place though disconcerted Dream.
Killer continued to suckle and suck on Dream. Grabbing the bottle of lube blindly from where he’d put it, popping it open and drizzling a bit onto his fingers. Gently tracing it around Dreams entrance then plunges them in. Sighing as he does so.
Dream spreads his legs open at the feeling. It was foreign and a bit strange, but it felt good, and the lube kept things from being uncomfortable. At this point though, Dream finally realized he just wasn't down for Killer's mouth being on him, and while he doesn't know why, he still alerts Killer. He patted at Killer's skull. "T-this feels good, your- mouth. But I'm not sure I like it..."
Killer hummed and pulled his head away. Looking at Dream and nodding. "Yeah of course Dreamboat." He continued to thrust his fingers into Dream. "Thanks for telling me what you didn't like."
Dream softly hummed, finding that he enjoyed the fingers in him. Color was right about Killer at least - even in his emotionless form, he seemed to be considerate - unless he was trying to... well...
Though it still boggled Dream's mind how a fight with Nightmare is ending in this, he wasn't going to question it. "So, uhm... what do I do during sex?" He asked Killer.
Killer smirked and stuck his tongue out. "You can just sit back and enjoy. I'll teach you a few other things if you're up to it though." He chuckled and scissored his fingers inside Dream. Then pressed his fingers against his walls.
Dream was about to reply when Killer's fingers brushed up against something within him, making him gasp out a sudden loud moan, putting a hand on his mouth as it was an involuntary reaction. He didn't know it would feel that good.
Killer pressed his fingers against that spot again. "Hey don't cover up now, you made a sweet sounding noise, Dream~.”
Dream made another moan, exhaling hard into the palm of his hand as he did. His face was covered in a deep blush as he felt, intimately, just how sensitive and pleasurable it could feel down there.
Killer looked at Dream to gauge his reactions as he pleasured him. Curling his fingers into Dream. Dream once again moaned into the palm of his hands, his face getting visibly flushed red. He was beginning to sweat a little and his thighs were tensing after every curl to Killer's fingers.
Killer smirked as an idea entered his head. Gently grabbing Dream's penis and thumbing over it. "Come on Dreamie. Uncover your face."
Dream squeezed his eyes shut as a growing feeling in his groin was growing, and with Killer feeling over his penis it only grew more. He moved his hand away from his face just to grip at the cushioning of the couch from how intensely good this felt.
Killer grinned and looked at Dream. "Feel that good stargaze~?" He pressed his fingers back against that special spot in Dream. "That's good. Pleasure is good."
Dream let out a breathy moan as his insides clenched around Killer's fingers, his penis seeming to feel a little warmer in Killer's hand; Dream felt a wave of pleasure and release overcame him in a way he'd never felt before.
After a few moments, Dream shivered and relaxed fully on the couch, his insides gently pulsing and trembling around Killer’s fingers as Dream caught his breath.
That felt wonderful .
Killer hummed and pulled his fingers out and pulled his hand away from Dream’s penis. Gently holding onto the guardian’s thighs. "There we go, Dream. How'd that feel?"
"Good... very good..." Dream responded, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "I... I never realized that could feel good..."
"It's supposed to feel good. The only way it won't is if one of the people having sex isn't consenting." He sighed, then gently pulled Dream onto him.
Dream sighed, nodding in response. "I understand now why people do it for more than procreation..." He hadn't really been interested in doing it 'for fun' or 'for kids' before, but he could definitely understand the former now.
Killer nodded. "It can be fun. Pleasurable. Even stress relief as long as both people or more than two people consent, Dreamie." He smiled and rubbed the guardian’s back. "How about one more round?" He reached down to grab his coat. Grabbing for the lube again, and the main thing; a condom.
"I wouldn't mind," Dream honestly confessed. He was a little worn out from it, but not overly so.
"Alright. I'll keep it slow so you don't get over-stimulated." He checked the condom, then pulled it out of its wrapper and rolled it onto his dick. Opening his lube again and putting it onto his dick. Rubbing it all over.
Dream tilted his head at the... he didn't know what to call it. "What is the thing you're putting on your... erm...?"
"It's called a condom. It's to prevent pregnancy, or std's from transferring over." He squeezed his dick and moaned under his breath. "I'm making sure to wrap it before I tap it."
Dream nodded. He really didn't think bringing a child into this world would be good, neither for him nor for the kid. "Thank you... Killer." Dream smiled at the skeleton.
He nodded and kissed Dream's neck. Then grinned and positioned himself at Dreams entrance. "You're welcome Dreamboat. I aim to please."
Dream gulped, his neck feeling tingly as Killer kissed it. He put his hands on Killer's shoulders. "This is a lot better than fighting... A lot less dangerous, too." If only Nightmare wasn't guarding you like a dragon with gold... you'd be a lot happier. Dream didn’t think it was appropriate to bring that up during the moment, so he didn’t.
Killer slides in and groans into Dreams neck. Grabbing his hips gently. "Yeah, a lot less dangerous." He mumbled.
Dream sighed at the insertion. It was bigger than Killer's fingers, and his insides felt a bit stretched, but not in a painful way. Just... in a way that might take a little time to get used to.
Killer stopped his movement to cling onto him gently. "Oh.. oooh your insides are tight.." He mumbled to himself. Still pressing kisses to Dreams neck.
"Is that a good thing? A bad thing?" Dream asked, leaning his head a little to the side as he found to like the kisses on his neck.
"It's neither good nor bad. Just means you're probably tense. Take a moment to breathe and relax. I'm not gonna move." He continued to kiss Dream's neck. Scraping his teeth along his skin then nibbled on him.
A pleasant tingle ran down Dream's spine when Killer nibbled at his neck, and he took a relaxing breath as he let himself unwind. The nibbles and kisses felt good on his neck; he'd have to remember that down the line if he ever met someone he wished to do this with.
Killer smiled and continued to nibble on Dream’s neck, starting to thrust into Dream slowly, keeping himself steady. "That's a good boy, Dream.."
Dream blushed at the praise, feeling a bit flustered at that. Killer's penis felt good inside him, and while it wasn't as good as when Killer was using his fingers, it was still no doubt pleasant.
Killer continued to thrust into Dream slowly, holding his hips and moaning softly into Dream's neck. Reaching one of his hands down to grab his penis gently and rubs it.
Dream moaned as Killer jerked him off, and curiously moved his hips down to meet Killer's thrusts. It felt rather good, and thought it didn't quite catch that good spot inside Dream, it was still pleasurable, so Dream kept doing it.
Killer’s eye sockets widen and he watches Dream try to ride his dick. Still jerking Dream off and thrusting into him. A smile still on his face until he moans again.
Dream continued to gently moan at the mix of Killer jerking him off and thrusting into him mixed with riding him. It didn't tire him out, even with the unusual motion for him, and his arms moved from Killer's shoulders to his ribs, hugging him while riding him.
Killer keeps Dream steady with a hand on his hip, still jerking him off, then starts to nibble on Dream’s neck again. A moan slipping out of him as Dream rides him. Dream continues to make soft moans as Killer does, hugging Killer closer to him. He's never felt how sensitive his penis could be until now, and somehow Killer is really good at making it feel pleasurable.
Dream blushes as he can hear the wet sounds of their love-making, but doesn't dwell on it much, instead focusing on the nibbles on his neck.
Killer chuckled and sucked on Dream's neck. A grin on his face as he thrusts into Dream. Squeezing his hip gently. "What a good boy.. that's right. Enjoy yourself~"
Dream exhaled hard, moaning out. "That feels good... what you're doing to my neck..." He shivered and could feel a mild tingling feeling on his penis, starting to recognize it. "What- mmgn- what was the thing I felt earlier?"
"That was an orgasm, daydream. It happens during sex or masturbation, it means that what I'm doing, I'm doing right." Killer thumbed over Dream’s penis.
Dream moaned, putting his face on Killer's shoulder. "Oh- I'm about to get another orgasm," Dream confessed.
Killer grinned. "Thanks for telling me, I'll make sure it's a good one~" He smiled and continued what he was doing. Speeding up his pace inside of Dream a bit.
A whimpery-moan flew out of Dream's mouth without him able to suppress it. His insides clenched and pulsed around Killer as he felt the tingling intensify, moaning at the pleasure of his second orgasm as Killer kept moving inside him.
Killers smirk softened into a grin as he kept thrusting. Feeling close himself as he gripped onto Dream. Moaning against Dreams neck as he did so. Gently thumbing and jerking Dream off.
Dream shivered as he felt even more sensitive, and while not unbearably so it was noticeable, especially so soon after orgasm. Dream panted softly and whimpered. Killer slows down for Dream, rubbing his back soothingly. He hadn't cum yet. But he knows he'll get to eventually. The wait is the best part.
Dream made a questioning sound. "W-why did you stop?"
Killer hummed and continued to rub his back. "To make sure you don't get over-stimulated. I'm trying to pleasure ya."
Dream nodded. "Oh, alright. Thank you." He gently squeezed Killer in the hug to show his gratitude.
"You're welcome, Dreamie." He let go of Dream’s dick to instead cup the guardian’s cheek. Looking at his face, grinning.
Dream smiled back, readjusted himself but in doing so, accidentally slipping Killer’s dick out. "O-oh," Dream murmured as a small bit of soreness began overcoming his lowers. He experimentally grabbed at Killer's dick, trying to push it back in for Killer; "S-sorry."
Killer groaned as Dream grabbed his dick. Brushing his hand away. "Hey, hey, you probably need a little break and this can allow that. You can just jerk me off. Like I did for you, cutie."
Dream blushed. "Uhm- I've never jerked anyone off before. Do I... just do it like this?" He gripped Killer's penis lightly, and began moving his hand up and down. The glide was made easier thanks to the lubricant, the condom and his own fluids (though he didn't know about the latter).
"Yeah. I'll tell you what feels good, alright. Just keep moving your hand up and down,” Killer encouraged.
Dream did just that, moving his hand up and down Killer's dick. "Do skeleton monsters have orgasms too?" He asked.
"Oh we do.." He huffed out a moan and leaned back using his hands to keep himself propped up. "It's like a normal orgasm. Just takes a while longer to hit it."
Dream nodded, gliding his hand up and down Killer's shaft as he listened. "You know a lot of things about sex..." He mentioned.
Killer smirked, watching Dream as he said that. "I like to get around a lot when the boss isn't around to tell me what to do."
Dream bit at his tongue, wanting to say a few things but not knowing what would be appropriate to ask currently, given the circumstances.
Something about his lowers felt... needy, though. Like a metaphorical itch still needed to be scratched there. He looked down at Killer's penis that was just inside him a little while ago. Maybe...?
Dream readjusted himself again, straddling Killer on the couch before using his hand to guide the hard organ back into his body, and the feeling in his lowers felt sated in a way that made Dream's hips start riding Killer.
Killers eyesockets widen and he grabs for Dreams hips to keep them steadied. Watching the show with a smirk. "There we go stargaze."
Dream put his hands on the couch by either side of Killer's spine, keeping himself steady. "Do I keep doing...?" Dream trailed off as he moved his hips, demonstrating his question.
"Yeah, continue.. just like.. that." He moaned and leaned back against the couch. Rolling his hips up as he thrusted into Dream. Realizing how close he had gotten.
Encouraged by Killer, Dream rode him. It was still mildly embarrassing hearing the wet noises from where they connected, but Dream just moaned and even reached a hand to where his penis was, feeling over his own dick in a sexual sense, similar to how Killer did. It felt good.
Killer moaned again and spread his legs a little more. Orgasming and moaning loudly as he thrusted up into Dreams walls.
Dream was continuing to ride Killer, finding himself enjoying it a lot, experimentally jerking himself off before being startled at the sense of a presence.
It wasn't the homeowners, thankfully. It wasn't Nightmare, either.
Dream blinked down and saw Killer's soul, no longer a red target but now a heart.
Killers eyesockets widen when everything hits him at once. Tensing up as he feels everything. From a sense of comfort and happiness to extreme guilt. Guilt always followed him when he felt like this. It itches and scratched on his spine. He could feel his sins on his back.
"Hey," Dream paused, putting a hand on one of Killer's hands currently at his hip; "It's going to be okay."
"N-no it's not going to be okay-" He cut himself off and looked around the room. "I.. I need-" His faint eyelights glance at Dream. A panicked look on his face.
"What do you need, Killer?" Dream sunk down on Killer to be more comfortable. "I'm right here. Nobody else is here. You'll be okay, alright?"
Killer continued to look around. Gasping a few times. "I n-need to not feel- too much.. everything's too much-" He stuttered and whimpered to himself. Clinging to Dream. Forgetting where he was momentarily.
Dream let himself be clung to, wrapping his arms around Killer and hugging him. "I apologize that I can't do much," he said. He hoped he could at least calm down Killer with his aura.
Thankfully, it did. It took a while of tight hugging, but Killer’s breathing soon evened out. Helped along by Dream’s aura sure, but it was more so his comforting presence. He blinked a few times, then looked at Dream. A nervous smile gracing his face. "Heh.. p-pussy so good it brought my emotions back.." He tried to joke.
Dream blushed a lot, looking off to the side out of flusterment. "Oh- is that another name for what it's called?"
"Yeah. But it usually applies to f-female parts. Male parts are called dicks, or penis.." He stuttered out the explanation. "You're intersex.. so your parts would be called both depending on what's being referred to.."
Dream nodded in understanding. "Okay. Thank you for the explanation." He pulled away from the hug. "We should probably get dressed. I can bring you to Color."
Killer blinked a few more times then he brightened up. "Oh yeah.. Color.. let's go see Color." He looks over Dream then notices the hickey he gave him. "Heh.. that's a pretty color.."
Dream tilted his head, then craned it to where Killer was looking to see the hickey. "Oh. I didn't think you bruised that area..." Dream said. He maneuvered off of Killer, his insides still feeling a little sore from the penetration as well as a bit needy-feeling still. Dream didn't bring it up; he had other priorities.
He searched around for his clothes and found that he had neatly put them on the small coffee table beside the couch, aside from the body suit which was at the foot of the couch; probably Killer’s doing.
Killer, meanwhile, pulled the condom off and tied it, throwing it into a trashcan by the couch and let his magic fall. Grabbing for his thrown clothes and sliding them on. Slipping his shoes on then stretches his bones. Feeling them pop and groaning. "How'd that feel, dreamlet?"
"It felt good," Dream replied as he got on his bodysuit, then his under gloves, the robe, boots and gloves, then got on his cape. After fastening the belt to his waist, he could notice a slight bump on the privates of his bodysuit and blushed rather heavily; he hoped nobody would notice. "Ready to go?" He asked Killer.
"Oh yeah. I'm ready." He slipped his other shoe on and walked over, sad that he couldn't see the hickey anymore. He ignored that though and smiled, walking over and sliding a hand around Dreams waist. His knees are a little shaky, still a little nervous from when he exited stage two.
Though Dream noted the feelings, he knew Color could help Killer better than he could. He opened a portal to a place he'd be rather sure Color would be in; thankfully not the Omega Timeline, as he was rather sure Core nor the residents would enjoy having Killer around so soon. Blessedly, Color never really stayed at the Omega Timeline even when Dream offered; the undead skeleton was rather on a quest to find Killer every time he was taken away by Nightmare.
Dream walked through the portal, leading Killer with him. Killer walked through and looked around for Color. For the skeleton he could say he had a small crush on. The boss wouldn't let him see him because he was more useful at stage two. And stage two allowed him to be less nervous and guilty. Or, not guilty or nervous at all.
Color was chilling at a table reading a book outside a cafe. He was idly sipping on his drink when he noticed a familiar skeleton. Almost choking on his drink, he set his stuff down and stood up, his colorful flames jolting from sharp shapes to soft cloud-like bubbles.
Killer brightened up and walked over. A grin on his face, even if he was shaky and it didn't look like one of his true grins just yet. "Color, hey~."
Dream smiled as he saw the two reunite. "Hello Color," he grinned and waved at the skeleton.
"Hi Dream. Heya Killer." Color smiled, approaching the two. "Glad to see you safe and sound away from Nightmare." he told Killer.
"All thanks to Dreamer here. Got me all up and out of stage two by himself. Isn't that amazing?" He bounced on the heels of his shoes. Fixing his jacket.
Dream's smile turned a bit shy at that, running a hand through his hair to smooth it up. "It took a while. I'm glad I could do it."
However, there was an emotion he could sense; not just from Killer, but Color as well; something deeper, more passionate.
Dream gulped. He hoped he didn't do something that would accidentally harm someone.
Color glanced at Dream, "That's great. That'll make things easier whenever Mr. Fucktopus decides to nab him again."
"Now we can finally catch up without the boss in the way." Killer chuckles and pulls Color closer to him. Not quite hugging him yet, but staying close.
Dream smiled at the display, then looked down towards the ground. He debated on whether or not to question anything, but went ahead and asked; "Uh… I’m sorry if this comes off as blunt, but are you two dating?" It was more candid than Dream would have liked, but he didn't really know how else to word it at the moment.
Color blushed a little and cleared his throat, "Ah, no. I haven't fully considered where I stand on my feelings towards Killer. Right now I just want him safe and sane." he lightly elbowed Killer.
Killer looked at Color. And smirked, elbowing him back. "Oh yeah, we aren't dating. I know how I feel about Color. But I don't know where my relationship should be with him. Ya feel me, Dreamlet?"
Dream nodded, plenty relieved about that now. "I understand. Feelings can be tricky." He looked around; "I should probably leave before Nightmare starts tracking me down, though," Dream noted.
Killer smiled and walked back over to Dream. Pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Thanks for the fun time Dreamboat," He mentioned in a lower tone, quickly hurried back to Colors side.
Color eyed the interaction, but didn’t comment. "I won't stop you from leaving, but you're sure you don't want to rest first?” he asked.
Dream was going to respond to Color, perhaps even reconsider resting first; especially since he still had previously been injured by Killer. But the kiss served to fluster him lots, his red blush showing easily on his fair skin.
"Uhm," he finally was able to say after a short pause. "It probably would be good to let my wounds heal up," he figured, agreeing with Color. "I'll stick around for a little bit."
Color raised a nonexistent brow at Dream’s reaction, but he yet again didn't comment. He walked over and grabbed his book, "I found a good place to stay for another night. The inn here had a room vacant, but only two beds. I wouldn't mind sharing with one of you if the other wants the second bed to themself." he offered.
Killer smiled. "I wouldn't mind sharing with you at all." He grinned and winked at Color flirtatiously, chuckling softly.
"I'm fine with anything," Dream smiled at Color. "Thank you."
Color rolled his eye and snorted at Killer's flirt. Without another word he led the two to the inn he was staying at. Killer followed without complaint as he walked with Dream and Color, whistling a small tune as he did so. The inn was pretty standard; with a tv, a bathroom, and two comfy beds. The furthermost wall was an entire window with curtains able to slide back and forth for privacy or for seeing the sights in front of them.
Dream looked around the room. "This looks cozy," he mentioned. "It's nice that you're staying here for a while," he said to Killer.
Killer smiles, "I know it's nice that I'll be staying here. I'm with Color. Of course it's nice." He glanced at Color; "Thanks for letting us stay."
"It's not a problem." Color set his book on the nightstand next to one of the beds, then looked at Dream, "You got any bad injuries? You look like you're healing up well."
"Not any in particular," Dream said. "Just a few cuts and a bit of blood. I'll be okay."
Color nodded as he took off his jacket and hung it on the edge of the bedpost, leaving his white sweater and black shorts on. "Feel free to stay up as long as you want, or sleep whenever you want. I'm not the nighttime warden here." He chuckled.
"Thank you," Dream smiled. "I might just go wash out the blood on my clothes and stitch it up. Uhm, do you happen to still have that needle and thread?"
Killer nodded, looking over his clothes. "Yeah I did a number on them, sorry about that by the way. I get a little.. stabby." He chuckled to himself nervously.
Dream shook his head, "It's okay."
Color snorted and fished a needle and thread from his inventory. He tossed it over to Dream, "If anyone got out of a fight without any tears on their clothes, I'd be surprised."
"Especially a fight with me." Killer rubbed the back of his neck. "I mean.. I could help you repair it if you want me to. As.. thanks?"
Dream caught the thread and needle. "Of course," Dream smiled. "I'll have to wash it first in the bathroom though. After that, you can help me sew."
Killer nodded at that. "Yeah. I can do that." He looked at Color and tilted his head, walking over to him.
Color glanced at Killer and gave him a small hug. "I'm glad you're safe, Kills." he said before he climbed onto the bed.
Dream smiled at the display before he went into the bathroom with the thread and the needle, turning on the light and closing the door behind him.
He first took off his glove and the black sleeve underneath it, running it under the faucet as the dried blood leaked into the water, then his robe where the bleeding cut on his side had occurred. As he went to take off his bodysuit, he found himself nearly squeaking when he saw that he was still hard.
Of course, thanks to his intersex anatomy making his penis smaller, it wasn't overly obvious, but it was still such a new thing for Dream that it was very startling. He'd been unintentionally ignoring how his body felt ever since Killer got back into stage one, but he was now very much reminded of how he felt before... all that happened.
Dream swallowed hard, turning off the faucet after he rinsed where the bloody tear was on his bodysuit. He stared at his privates, taking a deep breath as his blush returned. He could just... take care of it quickly, right? Masturbate, as Killer said earlier?
Dream bit his lower lip as he experimentally put a hand on his penis, and began rubbing.
Killer waited beside Color on the bed, looking over and noting that the flamed skeleton seemed to be falling asleep. He patiently waits on the same bed Color occupied, awaiting Dream’s confirmation to come inside. (He gently snickered at that train of thought.)
Color had the TV turned on at a moderate volume before he started drifting to sleep. He didn't realize he was beginning to drift off as he was idly watching the tv under the covers.
Dream had been mostly trying to figure out what felt the best, and was beginning to figure out he liked to squeeze himself a little when he masturbated; it felt really good. A soft moan exited out of him, before he put a hand on his mouth and paused, mortified in that he may have alerted the others to his activities.
Killer tilted his head and looked at the bathroom door. Getting up and off the bed, walking to the door and knocking twice. "Dream?"
Dream was silent for a few seconds. "U-uh, y-yes Killer?"
"I heard a noise. Wasn't sure what it was." He hummed and waited for a response.
"Uhm- it's all okay, I just- I-" Dream fumbled over his words, not sure how to explain away without arousing suspicion.
Killer rolled his eyelights and grabbed the door handle. "I'm coming in to check on you. Okay?" He turned the door handle and opened the door.
Dream tried to stutter out a discouragement against that, but found himself practically naked in front of Killer with a hand on his parts.
Killer stared. Closed the door for a moment. Then opened it again. Blinking a few times. A grin finally appeared on his face as he stepped in. "Well well well~!" He said as quietly as he could.
Dream could be classified as a new type of tomato, with how blushy his face got. "K-Killer!" He squeaked quietly, trying to hide his privates with only his hand, which didn't hide much. The other hand was used to cover his face, having gotten so embarrassed he couldn't bear to see Killer.
Killer shuts the door and looks over Dream. "I see you could use a little help.. only if you want it though."
Dream continued to stutter, but took a deep breath, unable to look at Killer in the eyes; "But- Killer, are you sure? You're not in stage two and... My aura could be influencing you," he said.
"It'll be fine. I'm good at ignoring aura stuff or whatever that crap is. Have to be around the boss." He chuckled to himself.
"Oh..." Dream replied, not seeming to be entirely convinced yet.
"I did this with you when I couldn't feel your aura, stargaze. That hasn't changed now. If you don't want this, just tell me and I can leave you to your business."
Well... Killer did have a point. And... Dream still felt a bit awkward about this whole masturbating thing and- and he was pretty sure Killer might know a bit more than him about it.
Dream swallowed hard, face covered in blush. "If you want to... I'd like the help."
Killer nodded and sauntered over to Dream, picking him up. "This will be easier to do in the tub, as I can sit behind you."
Dream made a tiny squeak at being picked up. Now he understood how others felt when he picked them up with ease. "O-okay," Dream agreed. It had been a while since he had a proper bath; usually he just took a dip in a river and washed himself of blood; usually his own, sometimes of others. It would be nice to have one again.
Killer got into the tub with Dream. Settling behind him and getting them both comfortable. "You'll tell me what feels good right?"
"Oh... I would have assumed you'd know what feels good," Dream admitted. He giggled though; "I will."
"Oh I know. But you're you. And your likes and dislikes are unique to you. You didn't like the oral." He said as an example.
"Good point," Dream shifted to get a little more comfortable.
Killer smiled then grabbed his lube before wrapping arms around Dreams waist to get them in a good position. Then gently nudges the guardian’s legs open. "You can jerk yourself off. I can use my fingers."
"A-alright," Dream said, putting a hand back on his penis. He was a little shy about it, but there was no doubt a needy tension inside him now, and that led him to start moving his hand up and down his penis.
Killer applied some lube to his fingers. Then reached down to Dreams entrance. Sliding his lube covered fingers around it before he slides them in. Instantly going for Dream’s special spot.
Dream's breath went shaky. "St..stars... that place really feels good..." he said quietly, putting a hand on his mouth to keep quiet. It was one thing for Killer to walk in on him - he might turn back to stone if Color did too.
Killer hummed and nuzzled Dream's neck. Still thrusting his fingers against that spot inside of Dream. "You're doing a good job Dreamboat. Telling me what you like~"
"Mnngfh..." Dream's moan slipped out before he could repress it, but he started biting his tongue. He didn't want to alert Color of what was going on. He tightened his hand on his penis and continued jerking himself off, his hips riding Killer's fingers a little.
Killer nibbled on Dream’s neck, then pulled away. "Hey. When Color sleeps, he sleeps heavily. You can moan Dreamboat." He curled his fingers.
Dream wanted to protest, trying to cite that Color might still be awake, but the more Killer curled his fingers, the harder it was for Dream to verify that, and he moaned again into his mouth, thighs tensing. Those fingers were skilled...
Killer chuckled softly. Uncurling then curling his fingers against his walls. "That's it. Moan all ya like."
Dream shivered and moaned again, still trying to keep his volume low though. He squeezed his penis, gasping when he felt the tingling at his lowers again.
Killer grinned and continued what he was doing. Pressing his fingers against Dreams walls as well. Nuzzling against his neck.
Dream moaned, taking a few deep breaths as the tingling intensified, "please don't stop... please..."
Killer hummed then grinned as he slowed down the pace of his fingers. "Sorry, didn't catch that daydream, did you say stop?" He teases lightly.
Dream whimpered, telling from Killer's emotions that he did that on purpose. "N-no," he said once again. "Please don't stop..."
"Don't worry stargaze, just teasing~" He grinned and sped his pace back up again for Dream. "I couldn't resist." He dragged his fingers on Dream's walls.
Dream moaned again, relaxing back into Killer. He squeezed at his penis and ground his hips against Killer's fingers. "I'm-" Dream's breath hitched. "I'm about to orgasm."
Killer chuckled softly and pressed his fingers against Dreams g-spot. Rubbing there as he did so. Keeping Dream steady as he did so.
Dream made a soft moan, a whimper, and then a louder moan that Dream immediately suppressed with his hand as his insides fluttered against Killer's phalanges. He shivered and shook, thighs trembling as he orgasmed. This one felt so good and intense, and he could barely keep down his voice.
Killer gently rubbed against his walls, then pulled his fingers out. Putting them in his mouth and cleaning them off. "That must have felt good."
Dream took a few deep breaths as he calmed down; he felt satisfied, extremely satisfied, and though he wasn't quite exhausted he was a little worn out. "Yeah..." Dream sighed, lying against Killer. "It felt nice... Thank you..."
Killer smiled and kissed his neck gently before he started getting undressed. "You're welcome. Now, how does a bath sound to you?"
Well... it sounded appealing. Dream had gotten a bit sweaty from the activities, not to mention the dried blood that clung to his skin still. "That sounds amazing..." he responded as he caught his breath.
Killer nodded and got fully undressed. Then turned the water faucet on. Checking the temperature and deeming the warm bath water good enough. Standing up and grabbing the guest room's soap, shampoo and conditioner.
Dream had leaned forward to allow Killer to move around, closing his eyes at the warm bath water. It was rather enjoyable.
Killer plugged the bathtub drain, Sitting down in the tub. Reaching over and grabbing a washcloth.
Dream opened up his eyes and watched Killer. "Uh... Are you satisfied as well?" He tilted his head.
"Oh yeah I'm satisfied. I got to help you get to your orgasm, sexy." He dips the washcloth into the water. "Plus earlier was good for me. Why?"
"I didn't want to neglect you," Dream specified. "Especially after you helped me," he added with a blush.
Killer hummed at that. Checking the water level as he thinks for a moment. "Nice to know that you were thinking of me. But I was thinking about you." He reached over to turn the water off once he thought the tub was full enough. Putting soap on the washcloth.
Dream nodded, dipping his hand into the water and cupping up some, putting it on his over the cut on his upper arm and scrubbed. It was mostly healed by now, the blood just an echo of once was. Killer hands the washcloth to Dream so he could properly wash it off, which the guardian took with a ‘thank you’. Killer went for the shampoo, putting some in Dream’s hair.
Dream made a cute sound when Killer massaged the shampoo into his above-shoulder hair, scrubbing the dried blood from his upper arm and then moving towards the dried blood on his side.
Killer continued to massage the shampoo into his hair. Getting the back of his hair as well. Humming as he washes him off.
Dream smiled up at Killer once he cleaned off his body of blood; "Thank you."
Killer nodded and grinned. "You're welcome, cutie. Now we rinse your hair out then condition it and we'll be ready for bed."
Dream gave a happy sigh in response, which gave a boost to his aura. "Do you normally do this with others?" He asked to fill in the air.
"No, not really. Can't do this type of stuff with the boss around." He rolled his eyelights. "The boss keeps me close." He helps Dream rinse out his hair.
"Like a dragon and its gold..." Dream closed his eyes and let Killer rinse out his hair, enjoying this relaxing treatment. It was still odd that it was Killer of all people but... Dream didn't mind too much. Killer shrugged and finished rinsing his hair. Then put a glob of conditioner into his hair and started massaging it in. Then rinsed that too.
If Dream was a cat, he would be purring. As it stood though, he was just relaxed and content. Killer checked how clean Dream’s hair was. Then deemed it good. Draining the cooling water, he helped Dream get up. "Let's get you dried off and into clothes "
Dream thanked Killer for helping him stand up. His insides weren't as sore as they were earlier, but it was going to take a bit of adjusting putting things into him... IF he really did that again. As it - as well as Dream - stood though, right now Dream was satisfied and clean. "Right... I should probably get to sewing up my clothes," Dream noted.
"I can help, just let me get dressed and I can make sure everything looks good." He stretched and grabbed for his shorts. Sliding them back on.
Dream nodded, grabbing a towel from the towel rack and putting it over his body, mostly for modesty. He walked over to the sink, taking out his clothes and gently squeezing them out to dry.
Killer pulled his shirt back on then his jacket. Stretching then looking back at Dream.
Dream looked up at Killer while handing him his black underglove; "have you ever sewn before?" Dream asked.
"Yes I have. Have to keep my clothes intact. Boss doesn’t like me indecent," He snickered and took it and looked it over, checking the damage.
"Alright," Dream smiled as he handed him some thread and a needle. "Did you still want to help with this?" He asked.
"Of course I do." He took the needle and thread and started to stitch up the holes in the black underglove. Looking it over as he stitches.
Dream checked over his robe, made sure to use the soap to get the blood out of the lighter colored fabric, then stitched it up, and quickly moved on to his bodysuit, which he quickly stitched up as well.
Killer continued what he was doing. Looking over at the closed door then back at his stitching. Finishing up and testing it to make sure it would hold. Dream meanwhile put his bodysuit to the side and dried off with the towel, then put everything back on minus his under gloves and glove; Killer had just handed him his undergloves back, smiling at him. "Here ya go. Good as new."
Dream put back on his undergloves then his gloves. After that, he smiled shyly at Killer, then turned and opened the bathroom door.
Dream exited the room with Killer, gently closing the door so as to not bother Color. Hopefully, Killer was right in that Color was a deep sleeper, Dream would be mortified if the skeleton heard them in the-
"Sounds like you got yourself sorted out in there." Color was sitting up, a book in his hands as he looked up and smiled at them.
Dream freezed as if he was turned to stone again, a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face. Then after a second, he remembered how to breathe, grabbed the base of his cape and pulled it over his head to hide himself from the shame.
Killer looked at Color in surprise, then glanced at Dream and pulled him against him. "I thought you were asleep. Try not to tease him too much.”
All Dream said in response was a small, tiny, embarrassed 'squeak'
Color chuckled, "You won't hear much from me. It's not my place to tease you." he smiled at Dream, "It's Killer's job after all."
Killer nodded, then glanced back at Dream and nuzzled him. "Not gonna tease him now though. You can unhide yourself, Dream. It's alright to." He smiled at him.
Dream did so, but very hesitantly. His face was as red as a tomato, and he couldn't seem to meet either of their eyes. "I'm sorry if I woke you."
Color made a " psh " noise and waved his hand, "Don't worry about it, Dream. I wasn't asleep yet anyway."
"You looked asleep." Killer chuckled to himself nervously.
"You always think I'm asleep." Color shot back, in a way that suggested he knew a lot more than Killer thinks.
Killer blushed, and led Dream over to the second bed. "Well, now you can actually fall asleep." He shot right back to Color as well.
Dream was silent in walking towards the bed, still speechless. He decidedly looked at the floor, then at the bed when he got into it.
Color noticed Dream and got up momentarily to walk over to Dream and pat him on the shoulder.
"Yo. It's fine. I'm just glad you and Killer are alright."
Killer glanced at Color then at Dream, rubbing the back of his neck and looking over Dream with concern. "Dream?"
"Y-yeah?" Dream responded to Killer, rather shyly.
Killer grabbed his hand. "You look like.. you could use some sleep.. I could too, honestly."
Dream nodded. "I-I could use a little rest..." he responded. "I'm sorry if I worried you both, I just..." Dream trailed off, not able to find the words to describe without embarrassing himself further.
"No need to explain, Dream." He squeezed his hand and got him onto the bed. Looking him over then looked back at Color.
Color shrugged, "You don't need to be embarrassed, Dream. Lots of people get those urges." he patted Dream's shoulder before returning to his own bed.
"Okay..." Dream was finally able to utter, feeling a little better now. He snuggles up under the blankets, feeling a little tired from the previous activities with Killer.
It... felt nice, physically, though emotionally he doesn't think he'll be able to look at Color in the eye in the morning. Killer got into the bed with Dream and cuddled up with him. Sighing softly. Dream cuddled up against Killer too, closing his eyes and nuzzling Killer.
At the very least, he really enjoyed it all.