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“Hey Dreamie,” Sapnap hummed as he sat down on Dream’s bed. Dream didn’t say anything until he finished typing out a thought into an email, you wouldn’t believe how long it took for Sapnap not to take that personal.
“Hey, what’s up?” Dream said, turning away from the desk and pulling his feet up.
“I just wanted to see what you were doing, I still don’t understand how a man as tall as you is that limber,” Sapnap hummed, and Dream chuckled.
“Sisters,” He shrugged, “All types of gymnastic tricks I guess I dunno. Did you need something?”
“No, no, I just… haven’t really seen you, much this past week,” Sapnap hummed, leaning back. “I missed you.”
“Sorry, between emails and my family, it’s been crazy this week,” Dream chuckled. “I do have the next few days free though, wanna fill up my schedule?”
“I mean, yeah, but that’s not the only thing I could fill up,” Sapnap teased and Dream rolled his eyes.
“That… was such a bad one, I cannot believe you actually just said that. Leave, get out of my room,” Dream laughed, shaking his head and turning back to his desk. Sapnap laughed as he stood, wrapping his arms around Dream’s shoulders.
“What? You’re wrong, that was a great one,” Sapnap giggled, leaning against the back of the chair and watching over Dream’s shoulder as he typed. “Does this mean I can’t fill you up?”
“Shut the hell up,” Dream scoffed, and Sapnap pouted, standing up straighter and turning the chair so it face him almost as soon as Dream typed a period and he knew he could get away with it. “Sapnap, I do have to finish this last email.”
“But I want your attention,” Sapnap whispered, “And I am not above climbing into your lap to get it.”
“You’re so ridiculous,” Dream chuckled, shaking his head, and then letting it tilt slightly. He looked like a dog, puppy-like in nature.
“Give me a kiss, and I’ll sit on your bed until you’re done with your emails,” Sapnap whispered.
“Dude–” Dream laughed.
“I’m being serious,” Sapnap whispered, watching as Dream’s eyes focused in against Sapnap’s dilating just enough for Sapnap to smirk at. Nothing huge or out of place, but it was there.
“Just a kiss?” Dream asked. “That’s it?”
“I need a real one, no pecky shit,” Sapnap whispered. “And you can finish as many email’s as you want. I’ll even order you food. Just a kiss.”
“You’re a bit… far,” Dream whispered.
“I gotta do all the work, now?” Sapnap chuckled, leaning down and resting both hands against the armrests to keep his balance, he was so glad the chair was pressed against the desk so neither one of them looked like an idiot.
“You gotta do some of it, you’re the one asking for a kiss,” Dream whispered.
“It’s a quid pro quo,” Sapnap shrugged, “But you still gotta meet me halfway.”
Dream huffed, rolling his eyes and leaning up to meet Sapnap’s lip. Almost immediately, Sapnap’s hands were warm on his face, so gently holding him as their lips moved together. It wasn’t perfect, not at first, and honestly it wasn’t supposed to be. But as soon as they slotted together correctly Dream forgot about every single fucking email.
Sapnap was warm and Dream hadn’t been kissed in lord knows how long. When Sapnap moved to pull away, Dream grabbed him by the waist, the only thing he could comfortably grab, and pulled him closer and kept him there for a while longer, unwilling to let the younger go yet. Sapnap chuckled against his lips but stayed where he was, happily allowing Dream to take as much as he wanted, which was everything until his lungs started to burn and he had to pull away, damn collapsed lung and the after effects even so long after.
“Sushi?” Sapnap whispered, and Dream blinked, almost in confusion, until he remembered Sapnap offered to order him food.
“Yeah, I’ll– um– I can order it. I’ll finish the email later,” Dream whispered. “We can… watch a movie or something.”
“Are you sure? You really wanted to finish that email just a second ago,” Sapnap teased.
“I honestly forgot what it was about,” Dream whispered. “I can finish it later, it’s not urgent.”
“In here or the living room?” Sapnap asked, and Dream could feel his warm breath, since they hadn’t pulled apart fully yet.
“What?” Dream asked.
“Do you want to watch the movie here? Or the living room?” Sapnap whispered.
“Um–uh– living room is–um–fine,” Dream whispered. He didn’t trust himself being in a secluded, dark, private room with the other man. Not right now, he felt way to horny now. Goddamnit, he wasn’t a teenager anymore, kissing someone shouldn’t do this.
“George might bug us,” Sapnap hummed.
Good . Dream thought.
“That’s okay,” Said the blond instead. “See what he wants I’ll order him something too. Is he even here?”
“Yeah, last I knew he was showering,” Sapnap shrugged. “I’ll meet you in the living room, Dreamie.”
“Sounds good.”
Dream felt like he could breathe again, properly at least, when Sapnap finally let him go completely and stepped away, and out of the room. His head hit the back of the chair, face flushed he knew, and heart racing in his chest. Without a second thought he took the time to order everyone’s usual, getting the text for George fairly quickly, shockingly, and closing out of the tabs after saving the drafted email. He exhaled sharply before leaving the safety of his own room.
George’s legs were thrown over Sapnap when he reached the common space. George was on his phone, Sapnap had the remote, and smiled at Dream as he walked in. “I told you he’d bug us,” Sapnap said, patting George’s leg.
“What? I was just supposed to be alone while you two watched a movie? No, fuck you, it’s the Dream team not the Dream duo ,” George scoffed. “You both wanted me here, deal with the consequences of your actions.”
“Shut the hell up, you know I wasn’t being serious,” Sapnap scoffed, smacking George on the thigh playfully.
Dream almost flinched, honestly expecting a fight to break out between the two, but George just flicked him and flipped him off before finishing whatever was on his phone. Damn , Dream thought. He knew the two were getting along better, as they’d started working through why they bickered and fought so much, but he didn’t expect that .
“What?” George asked, and Dream blinked himself back to reality. “You’re staring at me.”
“Just lost in thought,” Dream mumbled.
“Yeah, I kissed him stupid earlier,” Sapnap smirked, and Dream almost choked on the air he’d been inhaling.
“Your lips are not that powerful,” George scoffed.
“That’s not what you said the other night,” Sapnap hummed, finally settling on a movie.
“Shut the hell up,” George grunted as he sat up more. “I bet I could kiss him better.”
“I’m… right here,” Dream whispered. Was this their new way of arguing?
“Maybe you could, maybe you couldn’t, all I’m saying is he didn’t want me to leave,” Sapnap tsked. “I tried backing away and he just pulled me in closer.”
Dream’s face flushed at the verbal call out. So their bickering was his expense?
“Guys,” Dream said again, not very loud, he wasn’t sure if he wanted their attention or not.
The two stared at each other for a while, silent, and George’s lips quirked at the ends into the slightest of smiles. “Move,” George grunted, basically crawling over Sapnap and climbing onto Dream. “Hey there.”
“Hi,” Dream jumped, head pressed against the couch. “You’re on my lap.”
“I am, in fact, sitting on your lap. Astute observation,” George said sarcastically. “Your lap is quite comfortable if I do say so, you’re a bit more bony than Sapnap is though.”
“My thighs can and will suffocate you,” Sapnap warned, but there was a smile on his face.
“See, you keep saying that,” George hummed. “But, back to the matter at hand, Dreamie,” he said with a cunning smile.
“Am I in trouble?” Dream asked, glancing over at Sapnap.
“Course not, so long as you’re a good boy,” George whispered, and Dream snapped his gaze back up at the Brit, swallowing thickly.
Fuck .
“Are you a good boy, Dream?” Sapnap asked, but Dream almost couldn’t tear his eyes away from George’s.
“He asked you a question,” George whispered, and he finally tore his eyes away to look at Sapnap.
“I can– I can be a good boy,” Dream whispered, cheek burning .
“That’s not what he asked,” George hummed.
“George, be nice. You kinda jumped him, here,” Sapnap said before Dream could open his mouth. “At least I asked .”
“You know what, you’re right,” George sighed, backing up much to Dream’s dismay. “Do you mind if I continue sitting on your lap, Dream?”
“Yeah, it’s– that’s– you can stay,” Dream stammered, and George smirked.
“How about a kiss? Can I do that?” George asked.
“Yeah, if you want,” Dream whispered. “Totally cool with everything going on right now.”
“See, Sappy? He’s totally cool,” George whispered.
“It’s better to ask than assume. But you might wanna hurry because I think the food will be here soon,” He said, stealing Dream’s phone from the side of the couch and opening it. “Yeah, the driver's only about five minutes away.”
George rolled his eyes, but just before Dream could say something again, his lips were caught and he basically, in easy terms, went brain dead. Honestly, could you blame him? George was kissing him. George was kissing him. Dream had been flirting for months before he eventually decided that George probably just wasn’t interested. And now that same George was kissing him .
George chuckled as he pulled away, watching as Dream’s eyes almost crossed trying to look at him. “Good?”
“I’ve been wanting one of you to kiss me for years , I am so much more than good ,” Dream admitted. “ You I just simply didn’t have… the ability to try.”
“Awe, Dreamie, you could’ve been kissing me this entire time, if you were man enough to just ask,” Sapnap whispered, pressing a little kiss to Dream’s cheek.
“You can be intimidating sometimes,” Dream whispered.
“Well, now that we all kinda… know,” George whispered. “I should probably admit that I’ve already fucked Sapnap.”
“Not surprised, not in the slightest,” Dream whispered. “You two have been way too nice to each other recently. Just earlier I thought a whole fight was gonna happen and it didn’t .”
“That’s probably unhealthy,” Sapnap whispered.
“Which is why we’re working on it,” George said, and Sapnap nodded. “But, while we do that, we’ve been… thinking .”
“About me?” Dream asked.
“Always about you,” Sapnap smiled. “Baby, I’ve been giving you my everything since I was 16. And you think I was intimidating?”
“You can be kinda bitch faced,” George whispered.
“I know the pot ain’t callin’ the kettle black,” Sapnap whispered, just a tang of that accent coming through that made Dream melt. “You’re looking real relaxed baby.”
“Cause you’re drawl’s coming out,” George whispered. Sapnap chuckled, like he knew. “But you’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you?”
“Damn right,” Sapnap chuckled. “Can’t help it sometimes. Looking at you two… gets me going.”
There was a warning knock at the door, and quickly after a photo was sent to Dream’s phone of their food on the porch. “Foods here,” He hummed.
“Mm, damn,” George hummed. “I wanted a bit more time on you.”
“We don’t have to get it yet. It’s sushi,” Dream whispered.
“I, personally, want food,” Sapnap sighed, standing and hopping around to get their food.
“We can continue this later, I also want to eat,” George sighed, smirking as Dream’s hands tightened around his waist. “Dream…”
“I just got you on my lap and now I have to let you go again? Life is so unfair.”
“You ordered the food, babe,” George reminded, kissing Dream in the one-two-three fashion. “And I know for a fact you haven’t eaten yet today, so you’re going to eat, or you’re not going to like me.”
“I’ll always like you,” Dream groaned, but released George anyway and allowed the man to get up to get the food from Sapnap and allow him to carry the drinks in.
George would’ve force-fed Dream if given the chance, most of the food Dream put into his mouth, he didn’t even pick up himself, as George was popping it in his mouth. Sapnap also wasn’t much better, feeding as well, just not as much as he split the pattern between the three of them more equally.
Dream’s leg was bouncing, and George placed a hand on his thigh, repeatedly. It never worked for long on keeping Dream calm, but Dream appreciated the sentiment, and he wanted so much more, especially after they finished their food. But the two were fucking with him . Teasing him! They cuddled up with him, both on each side, but that’s all they were doing . Sapnap did eventually turn in the movie, so they were watching that, and Dream was getting impatient with every passing second. He wanted more. He wanted kisses, he wanted touches, he wanted them .
And they weren’t giving it to him.
He wouldn’t say anything, he couldn’t, he was following their leads. But jesus fuck he wanted to touch them.
His hand twitched, and eventually, it found its way to Sapnap’s thigh. Sapnap didn’t say anything or look at him, but his hand grabbed the top of Dream’s and held it tightly. One of George’s hands started playing with the hair at the back of his neck, and Dream leaned against it slightly, relaxing under the touch.
He only got the attention he craved after the movie was over. As the credits rolled, Sapnap got up to take care of their trash, and George cuddled Dream more, placing his head directly into Dream’s neck, and said man exhaled softly as George started kissing Dream’s neck softly.
“George,” Dream whispered, and he chuckled softly against Dream’s skin.
“Needy, are we?” George whispered.
“Course he’s needy,” Sapnap said as he came back into the room, easily sitting on the couch. “You gave him a taste and then ripped it away for two hours.”
“If I remember correctly, you also gave him a taste and then left it hanging for two hours,” George mumbled before gently biting Dream’s skin.
“I wasn’t the one sitting on his lap,” Sapnap mumbled, grabbing Dream’s face and pulling him in for another deep kiss.
George said something in response but it’s not like either men were listening, too involved with each other. George hummed, sliding off the couch and onto his knees between Dream’s legs, which definitely drew attention from both men.
“Don’t mind me, just gonna have a little fun down here,” George mumbled, hand inching up to the waistband.
Dream lifted his hips so George could pull his sweats and boxers down, and Sapnap pulled him in for another hot kiss while George hummed, pleased, and slowly started going down on Dream.
Very gentle and meticulous, licking around the head with a little suckle, one proper head-bob to get his dick slick with a thin layer and play with the head again while his fist jerked the rest of his cock without the heavy pain of friction.
Dream whimpered as George took his time, the suckle turned into more head bobbing and more sucking, which almost made his hips jolt, but Sapnap was pressed against one of his hips at the perfect angle to keep that from happening. Sapnap kept Dream’s mouth busy, drinking in each whine and moan happily, one hand cupping the back of Dream’s head, and the other inching up Dream’s shirt to play with his nipples.
Dream’s hands rested on Sapnap’s lower back and George’s hair, gripping both the shirt and George gently. When the youngest finally did release his mouth, it wasn’t without a low moan coming from his throat. Sapnap took time to kiss Dream’s jawline and neck, before deciding his shirt had to go, and then removing his own for solidarity.
George was having entirely too much fun. He and Sapnap shared a love for giving head, something they’d talked about after Sapnap asked George to face fuck him the night after they had sex. And Dream was long and thick and George choked for the first time in a while trying to take him down completely. He came up for air afterwards, but Dream was panting, clearly enjoying himself.
“Do you wanna suck him until he cums, George?” Sapnap asked.
“Why? Have a better idea?” George asked, letting his tongue drag against Dream’s dick teasingly.
“Well, I was gonna suggest one of us rides his dick… and the other rides this cute little face,” Sapnap whispered, holding Dream’s face.
“I think that’s the best idea you’ve had all night,” George said, and Sapnap rolled his eyes with a small smile. “You like that idea, Dream?”
“God—yes,” Dream breathed.
“Have a preference?” Sapnap asked.
“Fight it out for all I care, as long as I get both of you,” Dream said honestly, causing all three of them to chuckle.
“George, I’ll let you use your little hidden cuffs on me next time if you let me ride his face,” Sapnap mumbled, gently nipping Dream’s cheeks.
“Deal,” George hummed. “But only if you prep me.”
“Bend over, baby,” Sapnap smiled.
By the time Sapnap was done prepping George, Dream was already laid out so pretty for the two of them, George was naked and needy, and Sapnap was ready to watch George take a dick like that. Don’t get Sapnao wrong, he ached to be fucked by Dream, but he wanted George to be ruined first, and he wanted to bare witness to at least hearing that dommy—princess persona turn into something needy and fucked out.
Sapnap was nice, though, and helped George sink down into Dream by keeping the cock in place and holding George’s waist as he went down. Dream’s eyes rolled back, adoringly, and his hands came to rest on George’s waist as the eldest whimpered, completely bottomed out, feeling Dream deep inside of him.
“C’mere, Sap,” Dream whispered, practically a beg.
Sapnap chuckled softly, slowly climbing off behind George and moving to climb back up near Dream’s face. His back towards George, Dream opened his mouth for Sapnap’s cock to slide in.
As George slowly started bouncing, Sapnap started rolling his hips, like they were mentally connected on just how to drive Dream crazy . George’s whimpers were their own melodies, and Sapnap’s groans and soft praises were enough to make Dream’s eyes water. One hand on George’s thighs. The other on Sapnap’s.
George got more desperate, voice higher, movements needier. Sapnap held onto Dream’s hair as he pushed his cock deeper, and Dream willingly took it, stopping his own breathing just to be surrounded by the taste of the other make before he pulled out and Dream inhaled deeply, greedily.
This happened repeatedly. Just the two basically using him, and Dream was so gone in his own pleasure from pleasing the other two that he didn’t give a shit. He wanted to be used. As George rode him more desperate and deep, Sapnap fucking his mouth harder and chasing his own orgasm with heavy groans, Dream ignored the coil in his own belly.
“Fuck, babe,” Sapnap groaned.
“Sap—“ George’s moan cracked. “Hurry up and come and—fuck— get back here,” He whispered.
“Desperate boy,” Sapnap tsked a whisper, “do you want that, Dream? You want me to come down your throat?”
Dream nodded as best he could, eyes welling up in tears, not that he could help it, as Sapnap gagged him again with his cock, groaning as he thrusts became deeper, needier, and faster so Sapnap could push himself over the boiling point.
Dream’s eyes rolled back as soon as he tasted it, hearing Sapnap moan was a bonus. He pulled out of his mouth just in time for some cum to get on to Dream’s cheek and chin, Sapnap jerked himself through the rest of it with gentle praises and Dream swallowed what was in his mouth.
“He’s a swallower,” Sapnap chuckled, turning back to face George, heavily breathing as George desperately tried keeping a good pace. “Aw, getting tired babe?”
“Just help me, please? Please I’m so close—“ George begged, reaching his arms out. Sapnap moved closer so George could wrap his arms around him and use that as a bit of leverage instead of his legs so much, and Sapnap, after grabbing the lube that he retucked between the back cushions of the couch after preparing George, grabbed his cock and started jerking the Brit off. Actually, it was more like letting George fuck his hand, but it got the job done.
“Fuck—!” George cried, legs flexing as he came, finally, all over Sapnap’s hand, thigh, and a bit on Dream’s stomach.
“Don’t stop now, baby, Dreamie’s still gotta cum,” Sapnap whispered as George started slowing down.
“Fuck,” George whimpered, but continued using Sapnap for arm support as he kept up his movement.
It didn’t take long for Dream to cum, happily squeezing both men with each hand as he finally hit his release. George’s eyes rolled as he felt Dream fill him up, finally slowing down to a stop and falling forward onto Sapnap’s chest/shoulder. Sapnap kissed his hair with a soft chuckle. “So proud, baby. So proud of both of you.”
George mumbled something incoherent, but Sapnap laughed anyway. “Lay with him and I’ll get a bath ready in Dream’s jacuzzi tub.”
“Bubbles?” Dream asked, hopeful.
“Yes, and your lavender salts,” Sapnap promised, and Dream smiled lazily.
Once Dream was pulled out of George, Sapnap stood to slip his own shorts back on, grabbing both of them waters from the fridge before getting their bath started.
He smiled as the tub filled.
He
really
liked kissing his boyfriends.