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Dream had a habit. One he wasn’t really aware of, not consciously. One he only knew about because of his roommates. You see, Dream blamed all the time he’s spent inside for this habit. His lack of touch and physicality probably is the reason for it, he believed.
The habit?
He edged himself in his sleep. Almost every night.
Now, you may be thinking. How is Dream not aware of this? And how are his best friends aware of it?
Easy, Dream blamed his erection on just the morning wood excuse. That was reasonable, maybe it shouldn’t happen every night, or every morning, but that’s what he blamed it on. And he made rhe mistake of sharing a room with Sapnap one night, which led his best friend to the discovery, but didn’t tell Dream until AFTER George had shared a bed with him.
Apparently Sapnap approached George.
“Hey, man, you and Dream slept together, right? Like in the same bed?” Sapnap whispered, and George pressed his eyebrows together as he munched on his cereal.
“Yeah, accidentally, why?” George mumbled, almsot full volume.
“Shh, sh,” Sapnap whispered. “Was he weird? Last night?”
George blinked, before it seemed to dawn on him. “You mean… the rutting?” George whispered, and Sapnap nodded.
“Yeah, I mean the rutting,” Sapnap refused to raise his voice. “Did he just do that? Or… when I accidently fell asleep in his room, he was like… activately touching himself. But he was dead asleep,” Sapnap whispered. “Snoring and everything, I even did the little… blow on the eyelids trick to see if he was trying to fake it out. Guy was knocked out cold.”
“Yeah, no he did,” George mumbled, getting quieter as the shower turned off and he took another bite. “But like… he didn’t. I don’t think he finished.”
“Exactly! That’s my point! He did it all night without finishing! I figured eventually he’d just cum and stop, but he didn’t .”
“I honestly thought I was, funnily enough, dreaming,” George grumbled, and they both sat up more as the bathroom door opened and closed. The two shared a look, and Sapnap shrugged as Dream came down stairs.
But that wasn’t the day they told Dream about his little habit. No, they kept this silent for weeks , maybe even months . Dream wasn’t aware of their plotting, their whispered plans, the nights they’d pretend to accidentally fall asleep in Dream’s room to see if it was an odd couple times a month thing or if it was constant.
“Should we tell him?” Sapnap asked, the two sitting in Sapnap’s room. “Like it’s gotta hurt. I don’t think you should be hard that long.”
“I don’t know, I wonder if it’s, like, a mind thing. Like if he’s dreaming about it and just happens to him, and he’s doing it,” George said, crossing his arms.
“It can’t be healthy,” Sapnap whispered. “But like there’s nothing on google about it… a pretty unique problem.”
“Maybe we should… ask him if he knows?” George suggested.
“Why would he allow us to share a bed with him if he knows though? Seems like an odd thing to allow if you know you’re gonna get hard and edge yourself all night,” Sapnap groaned, rubbing his face. “I feel… like we’re invading his privacy.”
“Hard not to when he fucks your hip at night,” George grumbled.
“Or your lower back,” Sapnap said in agreement. “But it’s not like he means to.”
“I know,” George mumbled. “But it wakes me up. And then I get hard and I don’t like that. So… I either gotta stop sharing a bed with him for the rest of our lives, or he needs to fix his shit.”
“Can’t give up those Dream cuddles,” Sapnap said, and George chuckled. “Maybe we should just see if he’s either aware of it, or if he notices any changes…?”
“But how do we do that without being weird?” George mumbled.
-
“Hey, what do you think you dream the most about?” Sapnap asked, sitting on the counter as Dream cooked.
“I dunno, I don’t remember them,” Dream mumbled, grabbing a seasoning. “Why?”
“I dunno, I’ve got a reoccurring dream,” Sapnap yawned. “It’s just the three of us… but it happens often.”
“Three of us doing what?” Dream asked, but Sapnap didn’t answer as George walked in.
“What’s for breakfast?” George complained, unaware of the previous conversation.
-
“You feeling okay? Nothing’s wrong?” Sapnap asked, feeling Dream’s forehead. The guy looked a little paler than usual, apparently.
“I’m fine,” Dream laughed.
“Are you sure? No body aches? No pains? No odd swelling or discomfort? You look pale and you only look like that when you’re in pain or ill,” Sapnap insisted.
“I’m good, nothing out of the ordinary,” Dream promised, and Sapnap hummed, but released his friend, satisfied. George, on the other hand, stared at Dream completely dissatisfied.
-
“Dream, go that way,” Sapnap grumbled, pushing a half asleep Dream away.
“Mm no, go to your own room,” Dream grumbled, half of his face shoved into the pillow.
“No… it’s nice in here. Jus’ don’ wan you tryin’ fuck my hip again,” Sapnap mumbled, and that got Dream to wake up a bit.
“What?” Dream asked, and Sapnap grumbled something. “Speak up.”
“I said, you have a tendency to grind your hips in your sleep,” Sapnap huffed. “Just roll over that way and we’ll be okay.”
“What do you mean a tendency to ‘grind my hips’?” Dream asked, and Sapnap groaned, blinking to wake himself up more.
“I dunno man, sometimes you get hard in the middle of the night while you sleep, it’s normal, your body I guess is just trying to take care of it. I don’t care, I just wanna sleep.”
Dream, however, was too mortified to sleep now. And while Sapnap rolled over, Dream resisted the urge to sit up and run out immediately, waiting until he was sure Sapnap was asleep before leaving the room silently and going downstairs.
He jumped when he saw George holding Patches in the kitchen.
“Why’re you awake?” George mumbled, blinking slowly as he grabbed his own cup of water.
“Do… do I grind in my sleep?” Dream asked instead of answering the questions.
“Yeah,” George mumbled, clearly too tired, like Sapnap, to really care what he’s staying. “It’s kinda just something you do,” he shrugged.
“That’s fucking weird, why didn’t you tell me?!” Dream asked, and George blinked.
“I thought I was dreaming when it first happened. It was Sapnap that kinda made me aware that I wasn’t,” George shrugged.
“Why do you guys still sleep in my room?” Dream asked.
“Because we like you, and your little nightly habit isn’t something you can really control. Usually if you’re turned away it’s not a problem.”
“I-“ Dream scoffed, looking absolutely mortified once again.
“Dude, chill, it’s just something that happens, it doesn’t mean anything. Go back to bed,” George mumbled, setting Patches down and dumping the water into the sink and setting the cup down.
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to after that. Are you both fucking with me?”
“Odd thing to fuck with you about,” George mumbled, patting Dream’s shoulder as he passed. “Goodnight Dream!”
Dream just blinked blankly, thinking.
-
Both of them. Both of them were sleeping on Dream’s bed, and the poor guy felt trapped in his computer chair. He’d been really careful to not let the two of them share a bed with him anymore, even going as far as to not let them in his room. But, things couldn’t be avoided forever and the two almost seemed persistent on being in Dream’s room.
But now Dream felt trapped.
There was room for him, his bed was big enough. But now that he’s aware of his habit, he feels like shit for even thinking about laying down.
But he’s so exhausted. And that spot is so inviting.
After about 10 minutes of internal battle, Dream slips his headphones off, puts a pillow barrier between him and George, the closest one to him, puts his back to the Brit, and uses a throw blanket from the floor and his arm as a pillow to try and sleep.
He drifts off with a bit of hesitation. But eventually the exhaustion wipes him from consciousness.
Sapnap’s annoyed when he’s woken up before the sun is up. He huffed, trying to turn over and go back to sleep, but the bed is moving. Why is the bed moving. And who kicked him?
“Nick!” George whispered insistently, and Sapnap perked up at the use of his real name. He lifts his head, looking over.
It seems that whatever barrier Dream tried to build didn’t work. The taller man had an arm around George, effectively trapping him, and the latter’s face was red . “Help me,” George whispered.
“How?” Sapnap grumbled, rubbing his eyes to wake himself up. “Dude, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, he’s flexing , he’s intentionally holding you. That won’t be easy to break, especially when he’s sleeping!”
“And his dick is currently trying to rip through both his and my pants, so help me ,” George whispered.
Sapnap groaned, grabbing Dream’s arm. “Dream, dream, let go,” He mumbled, trying to only wake the man up enough to get him to release and turn over, but not enough to make him aware of the situation. “Dream! Roll over,” He mumbled as Dream made a soft noise, making men think he was slowly waking up.
He wasn’t.
“Dude is gone,” Sapnap groaned, sitting up to try and pry Dream’s arm open. Somehow, he found the right spot to press, because he got George free, but Dream just grabbed Sapnap instead as George rolled free. Somehow, in Sapnap sleepy daze and Dream’s shockingly strong movements, Sapnap ended up on top of Dream. The blond grinding straight against his own dick.
“Shit,” Sapnap gasped, thigh’s instinctively trying to close. “George- help-“
George did try, to his credit, but Dream only held on tighter. “When did he start grabbing ?!” George whispered.
“He usually grips a pillow-“ Sapnap gasped, “Fuck- his dick is directly on mine! I need to move! Dream!” He groaned.
“What happens if we just… let him?” George whispered.
“I can’t do this all night,” Sapnap gasped.
“What if we can make him cum?” George asked. “Or at least wake him up in attempt- I’m not strong enough to break his grip.”
“That feels rapey,” Sapnap admitted.
“ This feels rapey!” George pressed. “I know he’s not trying to! But we gotta make him stop .”
“Just- just try waking him up first-“ Sapnap was starting to tremble.
“Dream, Dream!” George whispered, gently smacking the man’s face to try and get a reaction. Dream grumbled a bud, and his face scrunched, but he didn’t wake up.
“Pinch his nipple! See if that wakes him up!” Sapnap whispered.
George groaned, but reluctantly did the task. Dream, in fact, didn’t wake up. However, a soft groan came from his mouth and Sapnap's eyes widened. George looked over at him, and Sapnap carefully just watched Dream’s face. Dream relaxed once again, his arm dropping from where he was holding Sapnap hostage on top of him.
“What happened?” George whispered.
“I think… I think that made him cum,” Sapnap admitted softly, rolling off of his friend.
“Oh… he is going to hate everything in the morning,” George whispered, and Sapnap nodded.
“I think we should go,” Sapnap whispered, and George agreed, the younger taking the Brit’s hand and pulling him off the bed and out of the room.
-
They didn’t see Dream for a full 24 hours. And they both felt bad for it. They tried checking in on him, both in person and online, but got dead responses. They knew he was awake, and alive, because he left the room to bathe and piss, but that was it.
Eventually, Sapnap had enough, and George was in full support.
Sapnap opened Dream’s door without knocking, and Dream was just sitting on his bed, eye’s lidded as he stared at his phone, looking up at the sound of his door creaking. He refused to speak.
“Alright, I’m officially tired of you being in here,” Sapnap said, sitting down next to Dream. “I miss you, so get the fuck outta this rut and c’mon.”
“Sapnap,” Dream mumbled.
“If this is about-“ George started.
“Of course it’s fucking about that,” Dream snapped. “I don’t know what happened. But- last thing I remember is putting pillows between us, falling asleep. Then I wake up with- frankly ruined boxers and it’s like 4 am, and you both don’t wake up before then unless I wake you up myself. So I did something .”
“You’ve… you’ve got a good grip,” Sapnap mumbled, and Dream dropped his phone, putting a pillow in his face. “But you didn’t- you didn’t mean to- Dream-“
“Didn’t mean to what? Rape you!”
“Hey, that is a big word that doesn’t apply here,” George cut in. “Not- you were the one sleeping. You- we tried breaking your grip, when that didn’t work we resorted to try and waking you up. Sap suggested we try pinching you, I might’ve grabbed a nipple and twisted. But- you went slack after. You relaxed, so it worked. ”
“I don’t even know why I’m doing it,” Dream mumbled, lifting his face. “I don’t remember a single thing I dreamt about.”
“Well, it’s not like this has to ruin everything,” Sapnap reasoned. “I-I personally like sleeping in here, Dream. It’s… comforting.”
“How is me assaulting you comfortable?” Dream snapped.
“I’m not-“ Sapnap stammered, looking at George for help.
“Like I said, you’re asleep, you just said you don’t know what’s happening,” George said. “Things happened, and now we know that… giving you a bit of a boost calms you down. Dream, it’s us, we’re not… bothered . Confused, yeah, but it’s not like we’re scared of you.”
“Yeah, I’m not gonna pack up and leave because you’ve got a weird nighttime habit,” Sapnap agreed. “But, I mean… I understand if you’re really uncomfortable with us here, in here I mean.”
“I just- I don’t wanna hurt you,” Dream whispered.
“Dream, there’s this… kink. Somnophilia,” George mumbled. “It’s essentially when someone, or someones, with a sexual interest, engaged in sexual activity with a sleeping person. It’s not always consensual, but with specific partners… it is and people really enjoy it.”
“What’re you suggesting?” Dream whispered.
“Some nights, being in here is better than being in our own rooms, even with your… let’s call it a habit. We’re not disgusted by it, I… I can’t speak for Sapnap but… sometimes it’s nice… just the other night shocked me. I just- I can’t do anything without you being aware previously that somethings being… done.”
“You… wanna have sex with me in my sleep?” Dream whispered.
“Not- I,” it was George’s turn to stammer.
“I think he means he wants to make you cum in your sleep,” Sapnap spoke up, causing both of them to snap their gaze to him. “That doesn’t always include… actual sex. Like the other night it just took a purple nurple,” that cracked a smile out of Dream, “you just- you relaxed. You’re not relaxed when you’re runting, or doing your habit. It’s like you’re unintentionally edging yourself.”
Dream swallowed thickly. “So… what would this entail? You coming in here every night to make me- make me cum?” He whispered.
“Maybe not every night, not at first,” George mumbled. “Just… night we like being in here with you, separately or together, and a repeat happens. We won’t be as panicked, we- we wouldn’t be scared of what to do. Trying to figure out whether we should… help or try and wake you up and deal with those repercussions, like you hiding from us.”
“Besides, man,” Sapnap mumbled. “If this is what strikes the friendship, I don’t think it was terribly strong to begin with.”
“Be nice,” George said, slapping his arm.
“What about you two?” Dream whispered. “You keep talking about me, but…”
“We can take care of ourselves,” George said, looking at Sapnap, who nodded. “We’re not the one’s desperately trying to fuck his own bed in his sleep nightly.”
Dream swallowed thickly with embarrassment. “I did… wake up feeling better than I haven’t been, before I realized,” Dream admitted.
“So… we can try it?” Sapnap asked. Dream only nodded.
“I can’t do anything if you’re just gonna nod,” George whispered. “A big thing about consensual somnophilia is the consent part. Verbal at least , and I will write something out if I need to.”
“A paper trail is risky, though,” Sapnap mumbled. “It’s not like we’d… I dunno, turn each other in.”
“No, but it’s good to have a list of boundaries written down so everyone is clear,” George mumbled. “Know what? I’m grabbing something, neither of you move.”
Dream hid his face in Sapnap’s neck in pure embarrassment while George was god. Sapnap ran a hand through his hair. “You don’t have to say yes,” Sapnap reminded.
“I think that’s why I’m so embarrassed,” Dream admitted, thankful it was just the two of them. The man he’s know for over 10 years. “because I do wanna say yes. I want- I don’t know. I know neither of you would hurt me. I’m just scared-“
“Of what?” Sapnap asked.
“Hurting you, one of you,” Dream admitted. “You both agreed it was hard to remove my hold-“
“I’m not scared of you,” Sapnap reminded. “If I need to, I can wake you up and make you stop. And if George needs me to. He knows this, we all do.”
“Then why…”
“I was still half asleep and it thinking. And your dick was kinda against mine, so I really wasn’t screwed on straight,” Sapnap chuckled. “I did break your grip, you just happened to grab me. You had George first.”
“That scares me,” Dream whispered. “You’re both so much… smaller that I am.”
“I think that’s part of the appeal,” Sapnap admitted as the door reopened and George re-emerges.
Dream didn’t ask him to elaborate as George sat back down. “Okay, let’s entertain this idea. Say, hypothetically, you’d let us take care of you when this happens. What are you not okay with when it comes to partners? Just over all. Don’t think about anything related to this subject, just what makes you uncomfortable when having sex with someone.”
“Verbal degrading,” Dream mumbled. “I don’t like feeling I’m not enough, not verbally. And I don’t like telling people there not enough. Honorifics aren’t my thing being called, but I don’t mind saying them to others, no feet, despite the jokes no piss or shit and stuff like that. I don’t really know what else, I haven’t done much in a while.”
George wrote it all down anyway. “Okay, good. Sapnap you have to answer the question too.”
“Pretty similar, other than the verbal degradation, I don’t mind,” Sapnap mumbled. “But there is a hard no when it comes to my physical appearance. But like, insulting or degrading names like slut or whore or shit like that is fine.”
“So like, if I called you filthy little cockwhore,” Dream teased, and Sapnap slapped him on the arm, getting them all to laugh and lessen some of the tension.
“Just don’t make fun of my physical appearance and we’ll be okay. Also heavy bondage I’m not into. Holding me down ir tying my hands back is fine, but like… full body ropes make me claustrophobic.”
George nodded, writing that down as well. “Glad we overlap in multiple areas,” George chuckled. “Dream, do you lean more to be dominant or submissive?”
“Both, depends on who I’m with,” Dream mumbled.
“Pandas?”
“Same, but I more often can only be submissive,” Sapnap mumbled. “I do like being dominant though.”
“Noted,” George mumbled. “Again, places we overlap, though I tend to be more dominant, I’ve been told. So, let’s focus more on you, Dream, and what you’d feel comfortable with us doing… while you sleep, to make it blunt. What’s… let’s keep the train of what we can’t do. What do you not want us doing?”
“Stay away from my ass? Preferably?” Dream chuckled. “I don’t mind bottoming but I’d like to… be awake and present for it. I don’t think I’d enjoy waking up with dick in my ass.”
“That’s fair,” Sapnap hummed, and Dream laughed gently in the boy’s neck.
“And, I don’t mind pain, but don’t… like beat me in my sleep. I don’t think I’d react well to it.”
“So, keepin it vanilla?” Sapnap asked, and though it could’ve been said as a joke, it was a serious question.
“Yeah, I guess if you wanna put it like that,” Dream agreed.
“Would you rather be filled clothed? Naked? Are you comfortable with us getting you out of potential clothes that could’ve been ruined and changing you so you don’t wake up gross?”
“I’m not gonna expect it,” Dream mumbled. “And I don’t care if you see me naked or not. We’re kink negotiating to see if you can make me cum in my sleep…”
“Well, I’d probably feel bad if we left you in cummy clothes,” Sapnap mumbled.
“Yeah; that’s aftercare, which isn’t really negotiable but if you were comfortable with it I was gonna find another way to incorporate that into… this,” George mumbled.
“How are you going to do aftercare with me sleeping?”
“Trust me,” George said. “Aftercare is something I take very seriously. You sleeping isn’t going to stop me.”
“Okay,” Dream said, putting his hands up in surrender. “How’s this… gonna affect us? As friends?”
George sighed after he finished jotting something down. “Really, it… shouldn’t. But knowing us, I’m not sure. I don’t think it’ll ruin anything, though. I think some of our routines will change, but… that’s about it.”
“I don’t want things to change,” Dream admitted softly.
“Well, everything changes,” Sapnap whispered. “And George is right, this’ll probably just strengthen us. We’re taking care of you, for once, Dream. Or at least we want to.”
“As long as we keep up this kind of communication, we should be fine,” George promised, rubbing Dream’s knee comfortingly. Dream nodded, feeling small in Sapnap’s arm, which he hadn’t moved from.
George looked at Sapnap, “If we’re going to do this sometimes, together, we also need to have a chat.”
“Wouldn’t the overall kinda just go for that?” Sapnap asked.
“It could, as long as there's nothing you’re unwilling to do to Dream while he’s sleeping that he didn’t mention,” George mumbled.
“Not that I can think of. You?” Sapnap asked.
“You said you don’t want anything happening to you anally, understandable, but say Sapnap wanted to ride you,” George said.
“If that’s what he wants to do, that’s what he wants to do,” Dream shrugged. “Just don’t touch my asshole.”
The three of them laughed again. “As long as Dream is sleeping, I probably won’t want his dick in my ass either,” George said, and Sapnap nodded. “I’ll do just about everything else. But I most likely won't ride you while you’re sleeping. It’s not a hard no, it’s more of a soft probably not. I have a… thing I do when I ride people to help me get off that doesn’t work if the person under me is sleeping.”
“Power bottom?” Sapnap asked.
“If I’m in the mood, yea,” George nodded. “Sometimes I can just straight be a submissive bottom, and that like the 10 percent chance I might , but even that’s generous, as I’m not really… thinking about bottoming or submitting.”
“But you’re not against it?” Sapnap confirmed.
“Not for you two, no,” George said. “For other’s, like the one night stands I’ve slept with, yes. I will not be that vulnerable, hence why I don’t submissively bottom often.”
“But you trust us,” Sapnap said with a small smile.
“Yes, I do. Because I know you’ll listen to me,” George whispered. “Speaking of that. Safe words.”
“Does it count if I’m sleeping?” Dream asked.
“You could wake up, so yes,” George said.
“Patches has always been my safeword,” Dream snorted.
“Of fucking course it is,” Sapnap laughed. “I’ve just used the stoplight system.”
“I’ve also used that one a lot,” George said, pointing at Sapnap. “Are you familiar, Dream?” And he nodded, his eyes slowly blinking as Sapnap’s hand rubbed his back. “Good. But, if any of us says Patches, we’re stopping.”
“Deal.” Dream laughed, and Sapnap smiled.
George nodded, reading over everything he’s written down. “Okay, now just for shits and giggles. Both of you read and sign it, with your real names,” He said, handing the paper to Dream first. Dream just smiled, rolling his eyes slightly as he took the pen, humoring George.
“Someone doesn’t want to get on trial,” Dream teased as he signed it, and Sapnap taking it right after to do the same.
“I want to be safe and make sure we avoid silly miscommunication,” George scoffed. “And, because this is in my notebook, it’s protected and not a loose piece of paper to be lost. But, we’re okay? To do this?”
“Yes,” Dream nodded, “you have my full consent, or permission or whatever the fuck, to do… to make me cum in my sleep.”
George smiled, “Thank you,” he said, and Dream smiled. “And like I said, because I can see your eyes becoming more tired, it probably won’t start now. But… now we can avoid nights like that.”
-
Both Sapnap and George had their nights alone with Dream, and it surprisingly didn’t change much during the day, despite what Dream feared. The first time, Sapnap did it, and it was just a really simple handjob. All three men were aware of what happened, but Dream couldn’t lie he felt lighter.
George also just kept it simple, and it was refreshing to see each other more relaxed and open, even when the third person wasn’t a part of it.
The first time George and Sapnap slept in Dream’s room with the dirty-blond together, Sapnap actually fell asleep first. George didn’t mind, he quite enjoyed the quiet time with Dream while playing with Sapnap’s hair. But, it wasn’t long until Dream was out as well.
George honestly wasn’t paying much attention, too busy watching TikTok’s on his phone, until he felt Sapnap whimper in his lap, and Dream pressed against Sapnap’s back. George witnessed Sapnap’s eyes flutter open.
“George,” He whispered.
“I know,” George whispered. “You can do what you’d like, whether that be staying with me and helping him, or leaving if you’re more comfortable because you’re tired.”
“Wanna help him,” Sapnap mumbled, slowly waking up more. “Fuck- he’s like right between my asscheeks-“ he chuckled.
“Yeah, that’s how it was the first time he grabbed me,” George whispered, clicking his phone off. “Do you wanna stick with simple?”
“He said…” Sapnap yawned. “Said we could see him naked right?”
“Mhm,” George nodded, letting his hand drift down Sapnap’s cheek.
“Can… you think he’d be okay with me sucking him off?” Sapnap whispered.
“Mm, are you more in the mood for praise or degradation?” George whispered before he said anything.
“Praise,” Sapnap whispered. “At least right now-It’s the first time all three of us together-“
“Shh, Shh,” George whispered, brushing a thumb against Sapnap’s lip. “I understand, we’ll have our moments. I think Dreamie would love it if you treated him so nice and sucked him off, love. Such a kind thing to offer.”
The way George’s voice dropped made Sapnap’s stomach spin. Quickly, he found the point that made Dream release him for just a moment, and George took over and moved Dream onto his back, getting a deep groan from the man, but no signs of being awake.
Slowly, Sapnap moved the comforter and he looked up at George one last time for momentary confirmation. “You’re good, so pretty down there,” George whispered, which was enough to stir Sapnap on to take the pants off. Thankfully Dream went commando tonight, and maybe it was intentional.
Dream’s cock was big, hard, and leaky. Sapnap gently grabbed the base of it, and as Dream always did, he whimpered at the feeling of someone touching his cock in his sleep, but didn’t wake up. Slowly, Sapnap dragged his tongue along, easily just watching for Dream’s reactions, which was just stuttering in breathing but no sign of waking up.
When Sapnap got more confident, he slowly started an actual blowjob instead of kitten-licking the shaft. With slow, calculated movements, he was able to give while keeping Dream in deep sleep. George watched him with a keen eye, a small smile of approval, and the occasional glance and coo to Dream when the man whimpered at the feeling.
“You’re doing so good down there, love,” George whispered, and Sapnap looked up at him with big eyes. “I can tell he’s loving it. You’re doing so good.”
Sapnap whimpered lightly, pride flooding his chest as he continued the gentle blowjob, feeling Dream’s cock twitch in his mouth. He began to speed up just a bit, trying to silently encourage the man to cum without waking him.
“Just like that, baby, almost,” George whispered, letting his hand dance up Dream’s shirt and play, not pinch, with Dream’s nipple. That seemed to be the tipping point, as Dream came with a high whine, squeezing George around the waist as he did, his hips hurting but Sapnap taking it as his cum spilled down his throat.
Sapnap licked him clean once he pulled off, shocking George just a bit when he swallowed. Sapnap pulled his sweats up again, placing him back where he was needed and Dream basically melted against the bed.
“Good boy, did so good,” George whispered, and Sapnap smiled with a soft whiney noise as he crawled back up to the head of the bed.
George rewarded him with a nice, gentle and loving handjob while giving his neck sweet kisses and praises. Soon both younger men were putty against the bedding, and George couldn’t be happier.
-
While when the three of them were typically together, Sapnap fell into the more submissive under George role, tonight wasn’t like that. It was a hard day for George, and the other two knew that. That’s why they were together in the first place. Dream reassured both of them before they fell asleep that if they needed to not mess with him tonight, it’d be fine.
George, however, didn’t agree with that. The difference was, however, he switched roles with Sapnap for the first time in the months they’d started this.
“Sappy,” George breathed, airy and slow. “Sappy I need you to-to-“
“I’ve got you,” Sapnap promised, low under Dream’s gentle snoring. “What do you need, Georgie? Do you want him tonight?”
George nodded against him. “I want him… all of him.”
“Are you sure? I know you said…”
“I said there’s always a chance. It wasn’t a hard no, Sap, please- please help me,” George was boarderlining a beg.
“Of course, sweetheart,” Sapnap whispered, his tone dropping as he seemed to easily fall into the role George needed him in. “Do you want me to prep you?”
“Please?” George breathed.
Silently stripping George wasn’t hard, but George surprised Sapnap, but only for a moment, with a kiss. They didn’t tend to mouth kiss when doing this, maybe shoulder and necks, cheeks even, but Sapnap was more than willing to accept a full kiss when George needed it.
Sapnap easily reached for the lube in the bedside drawer, he knew it was there from the times he, himself, rode Dram while he slept. Dream only woke up once during that, but he was still half asleep and Sapnap slowed down enough for Dream to slip back into slumber before Sapnap continued. Regardless, the man was a deep sleeper, deeper than either of them originally thought.
Upon George’s request, Sapnap started with two fingers, the airy whine from George was silenced with another kiss from Sapnap, carefully working him open and swallowing every sound George made, the Brit completely pliant underneath him. He held onto Sapnap arm, trembling as Sapnap almost expertly opened him up, adding a third finger when his first two didn’t have any resistance to stretching movement.
“Sap-“ George whined, trying to move his hips. “Sappy please-“
“Shh, trust me, sweetheart,” Sapnap whispered, intentionally missing the good spot . “It’ll be much better when he’s inside of you.”
“Please-please, I want it- I need it so bad, Sap-“ George begged, and Sapnap slowly kissed his neck.
Sapnap continued to stretch him up until he believed, based on his own personal experience, that George was ready. He helped George straddle Dream properly, rolling the condom and lube onto Dream’s cock gently to prevent waking him up, and having George lean against him as he slowly lowered himself.
George was trembling, his one had grabbing the arm around his waist, and the other reaching around to clutch Sapnap’s head, not bothering to stop the Sapnap from covering his mouth as a moan louder than he intended slipped through. George hadn’t been filled in so long, he couldn’t help but twitch and lean back against Sapnap to get used to the feeling again.
“God- he’s so big,” George breathed as soon as Sapnap moved his hand.
“I know,” Sapnap breathed. “Biggest I’ve ever taken.”
“I think he’d be the longest I’ve taken, and once I let you fuck me, you’d be the thickest,” George whispered, and Sapnap exhaled sharply into his neck, resisting the urge to bite . Slowly, Sapnap started guiding George’s hips to fuck Dream’s cock in and out, getting more high whimpers and moans, none of which were a real threat to wake Dream up.
“God, imagine if he wakes up,” Sapnap whispered anyway. “See you riding him. I felt him thrust up when I accidentally did too much, he went so much deeper,” Sapnap breathed, and George whimpered.
Sapnap hand pressed against the small bulge against George’s stomach. “I told him that us being so much… what did he say? Smaller ? Yeah, smaller than him, that it was part of the appeal. I mean look at you, baby. You can barely take him.”
“Feels so good though,” George breathed.
“Yeah, I know it does,” Sapnap whispered. “And I’m so proud of you, for trusting us with this. Only us, George.”
“Only you. Only ever you two,” George breathed, jolting as Dream’s cock perfectly hit that spot. “Oh my god,” George cried, and Sapnap covered his mouth a bit to late, shushing and holding him still, both watching Dream so intently. Either way, whether Dream stayed asleep or awake, George would be into it, he just wanted to keep going.
Dream’s hand grabbed George’s thigh, gently tracing his nail down the skin to leave gentle marks. “Keep going,” Dream whispered, and Sapnap chuckled softly with a smirk. Using his own hips, he moved George’s against Dream’s cock, causing them both to moan softly.
“Still out of it, Dreamie?” Sapnap whispered, and Dream nodded tiredly. “Close your eyes, Dream. Just feel. Don’t think.”
Dream followed the request, a soft whimper coming from this throat as his chest slowly evened or his breathing, but it was hard to tell if he’d fallen back to sleep.
“Look at you, making him feel so amazingly,” Sapnap breathed against George’s neck. “You’re so perfect, George. So perfect. And ours. So perfectly ours.”
“Yours, yours,” George echoed, watching Dream’s breathing hitched. “I love you- both of you, so fucking much- oh god-“
“Love you,” Dream breathed backed, a whine catching back in his throat.
“We love you too, Georgie. So much, you’re doing so good baby,” Sapnap whispered, moving his hips with George’s faster. “Dreamie, are you getting close?”
“Mhm,” Dream whispered, eyes still closed and still dazed in sleep. “Wan’a touc’” he whispered.
“Please, please,” George breathed. “Please can he? I need it-“
“You can do whatever you want, sweetheart. There’s no rules tonight. Make each other cum,” Sapnap breathed, and even in Dream’s daze, his hands found George’s cock that was slapping against his stomach, and started jerking him off nice and fluidly.
“Fu-fuck,” George cried, one hand reaching down to grab Dream’s wrist while the other grabbed Sapnap’s waist, his body pulsing as he came hard onto Dream’s chest, perfect timing for Dream to groaned himself, head falling back as he cock twitched inside of George’s, filling the condom.
“Good boy,” Sapnap breathed, letting George catch his breath against him. “Did so good, baby. You even knocked him back out again,” Sapnap chuckled, noticing Dream was completely asleep once again.
“You,” George breathed.
“Don’t worry about me, let’s get you cleaned up,” Sapnap whispered, carefully pulling George off of the blond. He laid George down next to him, the man’s leg’s trembling as Sapnap took care of wiping Dream down gently, putting him in boxers instead of sweats and changing his shirt out after tossing the condom. When focusing on George, he wiped off all of the lube, careful of George’s sensitivity, and quickly grabbed the Brit’s favorite lotion to help soothe and massage his trembling legs and ass.
“I meant it,” George whispered as Sapnap set the lotion aside, wiping his hands down on a dirty towel (using the cleanest part), and getting George redressed in some of Dream’s clothing.
“Hm?” Sapnap whispered, and he inhaled sharply again as George kissed him once more, now that his mind was more clear headed.
“I love you,” George whispered against his lips.
“And we love you,” Sapnap promised, looking down at Dream. “Though I think you could’ve guessed about one of us.”
George giggled softly, still a little dazed as he laid down next to Dream, who was completely relaxed. He lifted himself again, just enough to kiss Dream goodnight, Sapnap quickly following suit.
In the morning, Dream was able to properly reveal his love and kiss them both for real.