Work Text:
Sharing space with another alpha was... challenging. Despite the years of friendship before they had gotten together together , there were still times when Dream's instincts acted up, especially now that they had moved in together. It wasn't to say that Sam was overbearing—they wouldn't be together if he was—but sometimes something stupid would happen and Dream would find himself growling at his boyfriend, pushing him against counters only to nip at his throat in a show of dominance that was as embarrassing as it was uncalled for.
Only a month had gone by since the move, but the apartment still felt way too new that the alpha in Dream wanted to claim , huffing and pushing Sam off the spot on the couch he had claimed as his.
His boyfriend laughed in surprise, phone promptly flying out of his hand and onto the cushions. He seemed entirely unbothered by Dream’s roughhousing and didn’t even budge when he climbed on top of him, covering him with his body. In fact, sickeningly sweet and supportive, soft fingers found Dream’s hips to steady him.
“Easy there.” Sam grinned, his gentle smile only making Dream’s skin prickle more. Shouldn’t he at least be a little taken aback? Fight back? Sam was entirely too relaxed for Dream’s liking.
He grumbled, bumping his head against Sam’s shoulder and holding back the need to growl and bite, trying to reel back his baser instincts.
"You're in my spot," he complained, and when Sam only shrugged Dream did bite him—a little nip, barely a graze of teeth, but enough to pacify the angry beast pacing inside his chest.
It also had the added bonus of earning him an annoyed huff from Sam. His hands gripped harder as Dream was maneuvered down onto the couch, into the spot Sam had just been sitting in.
“There,” Sam huffed again and slipped his hand underneath Dream’s hoodie to pull him closer by his waist. “Stop being an idiot now. “
Normally being manhandled out of the way would be enough to make Dream’s knees turn to jelly, but today it only made his alpha blood boil. Struggling to deal with all of his feelings, Dream surged closer, putting himself half on top of Sam again, and using his hand to expose the other alpha’s neck—which Sam probably would have done for him anyway, had he asked.
"You're the idiot," Dream huffed, nosing along the expanse of Sam's neck. His scent was so heady here, deep, dark and spicy, with just a hint of Dream's citrus to please his instincts.
More , he thought to himself. Maybe it would annoy him less if Sam's skin carried more of his scent.
“God,” Sam sighed in soft complaint, baring his neck for Dream to nip and lick and rub at the skin. His movements were lazy, unbothered, and evidently unthreatened by Dream’s display.
“What’s up with you? Are you going into heat?” Sam scoffed quietly, but the gentle hand threading into Dream’s curls revealed that he wasn’t all that bothered.
Heat . Something stirred in his belly and he sucked another mark right beside Sam's Adam's apple, arousal making him start to grind his hips in tight circles, pressing their hips together.
"Don't be stupid," he growled, ignoring the tingly sensation the word sent through his body. "You're the one that's already getting hard. If anyone is in heat it's you."
The way Sam’s hips moved underneath Dream was a telltale sign that their little bickering affected him, especially when Sam’s hand gripped harder at his waist, pulling Dream’s body down against his.
“Mhm, whatever you say, baby,” Sam purred, throwing his head back more to give Dream even greater access to his vulnerable neck. “You’re cute when you get all growly.”
Sam’s other hand tugged at Dream’s curls teasingly, then again harder, guiding his face down, humming in pleasure when Dream's teeth dragged along his mating bite.
Heat coiled low in Dream’s belly. Sam's bulge pressed against his ass at every roll of his hips, a delicious reminder of just how big he was, and while Dream loved feeling it stretch his body as his mate caged him in with his arms, today he felt like he had something to prove .
"Next time I'm in rut I'm going to wreck you," Dream found himself saying, gasping when Sam palmed him through his sweatpants. "Like—I'm gonna knot you so good. Show you what— ah, an alpha feels like."
Sam’s low chuckle only had Dream bite harder at his shoulder, leaving teeth marks instead of a sweet hickey until his boyfriend’s chuckles faded into a breathy moan.
“Is that so, puppy? Gonna make me feel so good, aren’t you? Alpha?” Sam whispered in a way that showed he knew just what to say to make Dream’s knot ache at the base of his cock.
In swift motion, Dream’s sweatpants were pulled down just enough for his cock to spring free and Sam’s strong hand wrapped around it, immediately jerking him off with rough strokes. “So hard for me, mhm? You know you could have just said you needed me, honey. No need to push me around and make me guess, was there?”
Dream only grinned, fuelled by the adrenaline pumping in his veins. "Don't need you," he lied through his teeth, loving how Sam's grip tightened around his dick, his free hand finding its way around Dream's waist to grip at his ass.
"Doesn't look like that," Sam replied in that low voice of his that turned Dream's knees into jelly, cocksure and authoritative . "Practically asking for my dick with how you're all over me. Bet you’d be all wet if you were an omega."
The little whimper that happened to slip past Dream’s lips was no one’s business but his own. He tried to play it down by sucking another hickey on Sam’s jaw where everyone would see it, but they both knew the truth—Dream loved whenever Sam talked to him like this.
“I could just, have my way with you, finally make you smell like me again,” Dream groaned, thrusting into Sam’s hand to chase the feeling of his big hand. “Maybe cum all over you, bet you’d like that.”
Sam growled, pulling Dream against his chest as they rutted together. There was no finesse to their movements, only heat and sweat and a sense of ownership that settled heavy in Dream's belly, made him dig his nails to the broad expanse of Sam's back at each press of Sam's thumb against his slit. His dick leaked precum in the damp space between their bodies, even more so when Sam wiggled out of his pants and clumsily held their cocks together, barely able to fit them both in his palm.
"You're so— ah, fuck —s' small," Dream said in a gasp, rehashing an old argument he loved to tease Sam about. In truth, they were pretty evenly matched, but something in Dream lived for the thrill of provoking his mate.
It was easy enough to let his eyes slip shut in enjoyment at the rough drag of Sam’s fingers against his cock, easy enough to relax a little until Sam stirred underneath him, a low rumble making his chest vibrate. In the blink of an eye, Dream was flipped onto his back with Sam sitting on top of him like it was his god-given right to be there.
His body weight kept Dream pressed down while Sam started to roll his hips against his hand and Dream’s cock, groaning immediately. From this angle, it almost looked like Sam was fucking him now, with rhythmic hard thrusts, chasing his pleasure, and it pleased some weird little part of Dream's mind to finally see Sam's casual demeanor break .
“Quit acting up, everyone knows how much you like this,” Sam hissed, sharp teeth finding Dream’s shoulder in a mean bite.
With how the alpha towered over him like this, he almost wished he could feel Sam's cock pushing inside of him, especially with how rare it was for him to be so worked up about it. But Dream wanted his release and he wanted it now , so he guessed he could put a pin on his desire to get wrecked by his boyfriend's dick for now.
With a strangled moan, he turned his head to chase after Sam's lips, pulling him into a kiss that matched the ruthless way he was rutting against Dream. It was hot and messy, more teeth and spit than anything else, but so fucking good Dream was pushed that much closer to the edge, orgasm so close he could almost taste it on Sam's tongue.
“So worked up,” Sam laughed breathlessly, mean like he normally never was. “Gonna cum already, aren’t you? Make a mess of yourself?”
His rough hand gripped hard at Dream’s waist, holding him in place and sure to leave some bruises that would make Dream’s knees feel weak in the days to come. All he could do was clutch onto his boyfriend, fingers digging into the strong muscles of his back and teeth biting whatever skin he could get his mouth on—marking, claiming, owning as much as his position let him.
Sam bit his lip, a growl passing through his lips and into Dream's, making him shiver. With one final jerk of Sam's hand, Dream's body seized up, orgasm making him almost black out from the force of it.
As he floated through the aftershocks, Sam kept rutting against his body, adding to the mess between their stomachs when he came, the combined scents of their releases adding to how deliciously dirty Dream felt in the moment.
Once Sam regained his bearings, Dream was bundled up and hugged against Sam’s chest, the alpha’s hand playing with the curls at his nape. Dream’s head fit under his chin nicely and it wasn’t his fault that Dream’s content hums almost sounded like purrs when Sam’s fingers brushed down his back.
“It’s funny how quickly you become all quiet and happy again,” Sam chuckled, no heat in his voice anymore. “Gonna smell like me for days again, as you should.”
Naturally, Sam sounded very pleased himself—after all, they were both as possessive as the other.
" You will be smelling like me ," Dream said just to make a point, words all jumbled together and without any bite.
It was a moot point, but arguing for the sake of it was nice, especially when Sam’s laughter sounded so cute to Dream’s ear. He loved to feel wanted like this, to have his alpha cooing in his ear with a steady arm holding him close as he scented Dream's neck one more time, both of them basking in the sweet afterglow that made Dream feel all mush inside.
With a happy little noise, Dream only burrowed close, all the roughness from before melting away.
----
One thing about him and Sam was that ever since they moved in together—and mated during Sam’s first rut—they had been attached at the hip, having spent every birthday and holiday together in the three years they had been in a relationship.
It wasn’t even a thing that happened consciously —they kind of just really liked hanging out together, so it was only natural to be like that.
But then Sam had to travel abroad for a family wedding and Dream couldn’t go because his stupid passport wasn’t valid anymore, and the estimated waiting time was way longer than they could afford. Long discussions followed—Sam even offered to stay, sensing that Dream was upset—but Dream refused to accept. It was his own fault that he hadn’t kept on top of it.
He would be fine. He was a strong, semi-independent alpha. His boyfriend was only a bonus to his comfort. Totally.
Reality was a different beast. Once the apartment was empty, once Dream came back from dropping Sam at the airport, their home was suddenly too empty, too quiet, and too big for just him to exist in.
Even Patches looked sullen, pawing at the covers of their bed with such a pitiful look in her little face that Dream's heart squeezed . In his hurry to leave, Sam had left a bunch of clothes strewn across their bedroom that hadn't fit into the suitcase, and Dream eyed the mess with a pout as he sat down and pulled Patches to his lap, scratching behind her ears.
"I know what we can do, baby," he whispered to her, hating how his voice seemed to echo in the empty apartment. "I'll tidy things up here and we can spend the day watching movies, alright? I'll even send a picture to Sam so he knows what he's missing."
The little cat rubbed against his stomach, momentarily making him feel a little bit better.
In the end, he didn’t bother sorting out Sam’s sleeping clothes, deciding the bed was big enough to simply… shove it aside. There was plenty of space for him and Patches—besides, Sam’s scent was disappearing from their home entirely too fast for Dream’s liking, and having his pajamas on the bed made him feel a bit less lonely.
With his phone in hand, Dream considered for a second sending Sam something risqué but ended up settling on something tamer when Patches refused to leave the room. The picture ended up with Patches strewn across his thighs, hand scratching her behind her little ears.
Looking cute babe was the reply he got, followed by a bunch of heart emojis that only made him smile, hopelessly endeared by Sam's antics.
With a sigh, Dream found himself curling up against Patches, nose buried in the sheets that carried his boyfriend's scent, Sam's clothes twisted between the sheets. He had to admit that it was nice to indulge in this type of comfort, even if his instincts usually demanded he overpower Sam's scent with his own.
As he started to drift off surrounded by all their softest pillows, he wondered if Sam would mind keeping their bed like this for just a bit longer.
---------
Being alone sucked. It wasn’t just that Dream somehow got ridiculously cold without his furnace of an alpha wrapped around him, but waking up alone was even worse . Despite Patches’ relentless meowing for food, the house was way too quiet and Dream found himself pouting, always reaching for the empty side of the bed before his brain fully woke up in the morning.
Not even a sad fap after shamelessly showering with Sam’s body wash fixed his weird mood. Knowing Sam, he would joke about Dream being in preheat just to piss him off—and the thing was—at this point, Dream wouldn't even mind it, not if the jokes came with the usual kisses and the playful roughhousing that, more often than not, ended in some amazing sex he was severely lacking.
"Stupid wedding," Dream found himself grumbling under his breath, not for the first time since Sam had left. "Stupid passport. Stupid Sam."
Loneliness settled over him like a heavy, suffocating blanket, and he kept brooding around the apartment for the entire afternoon without ever finding something to settle his stray thoughts. He tried playing games with his friends, tried watching movies, even making himself tea and dimming the lights for a nap, but his mind was too scattered, hindered to pieces by the glaring absence of his boyfriend.
The sad truth was that he missed Sam like a lost limb. Low-level anxiety thrummed under his skin, and the only thing that seemed to help was Sam’s fading scent. By the end of the week, their bed looked like an absolute mess, but it was only tucked between blankets and pillows and hoodies and sweatpants that Dream managed to get some sleep—uncaring of how silly he must look. Sam might scold him for taking all his dirty clothes into bed with him, but for now, Dream made sure to take his calls outside the bedroom to not let his boyfriend see anything out of the ordinary.
It would be fine. Dream would get their room tidied up later that day before he headed for the airport to pick up his boyfriend, and Sam would never know the lengths Dream had gone to be able to sleep during his absence.
He had time.
He ended up falling asleep after lunch, curled tight in their bed with his nose buried deep into one of Sam's hoodies. The scent was fading fast but it was just enough to help him drift off, so comfortable he barely stirred when he heard the click of the door, a sliver of light flooding into the darkened bedroom.
"Patchy, nooo," he mumbled, burying himself even deeper into the covers. "Hungry again?"
The response that came, however, was not one of pathetic meowing and a cold wet nose pressed against his face, but rather a familiar chuckle, followed by a fresh wave of Sam’s scent.
All of that took a moment to click, but when Patches started purring, still happily in bed with him, Dream realized what was going on.
“Sam!” He exclaimed and shot up to his feet fast enough to make himself a little dizzy. “You’re back! Wait—you’re back? I was meant to pick you up—How late is it?”
"It's fine, Dream. I took an Uber," Sam said in that soft voice of his, easing a bit of Dream’s worries.
His boyfriend's arms pulled him into a hug as he sat down on the mattress. Sam's scent carried a bit of that artificial airport smell in it, but it was still so much better—so much warmer and stronger than the fading scent of his hoodies—that Dream practically purred in his arms, nosing along his jaw with a happy noise.
"You must have been pretty tired. I called you a bunch of times, was a little worried something had happened."
Melting into his boyfriend’s warm body, Dream sighed dramatically, hugging him tight and only barely suppressing the urge to climb straight into his lap.
“Mhm, phone must’ve been on do not disturb, didn’t hear it,” Dream explained, downplaying the way his fingers were eagerly slipping under Sam’s t-shirt to touch his skin. He’d gotten a bit of a tan, leaving him looking entirely too handsome for Dream’s poor little deprived heart.
“I couldn’t sleep well without you, how dare you look all rested,” Dream complained, nipping at Sam’s neck for good measure.
Sam chuckled, running a hand over Dream's curls to try and catch his eye, but Dream was too busy scenting his neck to hold his gaze for more than a moment.
"The bed is such a mess," he said when it became clear Dream wasn't going to let him go any time soon. "I'm surprised you slept at all ."
The sound Dream let out was pure offense, shocked that Sam would insult his—well, his nest —or whatever.
“I slept just fine in this mess, thanks. You can sleep on the couch if you want to be rude about it.”
Sam groaned, playing up the dramatics in a way that was way too cute for an alpha his size. Dream huffed, letting Sam guide him to properly sit on his lap, loving how he towered a little over his boyfriend like this.
"I'm sorry, alright? I didn't mean it," Sam said, blinking up at him. "Please don't kick me out of your nest, baby. Didn't you miss me?"
Better. Not willing to let him off the hook just yet , Dream pretended to think about it, humming like he wasn’t dying to have Sam pinned under him in their sheets again.
“Okay. You can stay. I missed you a little ,” Dream muttered, right into Sam’s skin. “Street clothes off though. You smell.”
"Mhn, bro wants me naked ," Sam giggled, earning himself another nip on his collarbone just from being an idiot .
For as much as Dream enjoyed pretending otherwise, he wasn't used to being alone anymore, so it was really good to have his boyfriend back. Now that Sam was here, Dream realized just how much his absence had affected him, how it had made him all moody and scatterbrained with a gnawing pit in his guts.
This wasn't right . Sam was not allowed to ever leave again.
"Are you going to let me go, honey?" Sam asked with a little chuckle, bringing Dream's focus back to him. "I really need a shower and the last thing I want is to stink up the bed."
While Dream didn’t ever mind Sam’s smell, he made a fair point this time. There were entirely too many scents still stuck to him.
“I’ll come with you,” he decided and finally got out of Sam’s lap and back onto his own legs.
It was easy to tug Sam with him toward the bathroom, with no complaints coming from the other alpha. Dream liked to think he had missed him too, liked to imagine how Sam touched himself in some hotel room thinking about how much better it felt when it was Dream doing it, and his tummy churned in low-level arousal, ready to prove a point.
The moment the bathroom door closed behind them, Dream stripped off all his clothes and went to help Sam out of his shirt and jeans, eagerness bleeding through his hasty movements. The moment Sam was fully naked in front of him Dream couldn't stop the slight purr that made out of his throat, plastering himself to his boyfriend's body as they finally kissed.
He held onto Sam's neck, sighing into it. His lips parted and the first brush of Sam's tongue against his own had him shivering, feeling soft and pliant as he was held to Sam's chest, his big hands trailing warmth down Dream's spine in soothing moves.
They stumbled into the shower together with Dream hardly leaving Sam alone long enough to be able to turn on the water and manoeuvre them underneath it.
Before Dream could complain about missing him, the alpha’s mouth was hot on his neck, licking and biting, right on the scar he’d claimed him with. “Mhm, missed you so much,” Dream got out, dragging his nails down Sam’s neck desperately to spur him on. It had been long enough and he’d never wanted his boyfriend more.
"Me too," Sam eagerly confessed, matching Dream's fervor with his own with deep kisses that left him dizzy. "Thought about you all the time, couldn't even focus on the wedding."
His words had Dream nipping at the alpha’s lip, one hand immediately sneaking down to brush the base of Sam’s knot. The skin felt warm, still soft to the touch, and a deep part of his body ached, yearning to be filled.
“Let me show you how much I missed you,” Dream muttered under his breath, not missing how Sam’s grip tightened on him immediately. “Please, Sam.”
It was intoxicating to feel how Sam's scent deepened, a low rumble vibrating through his chest. But despite the undeniable way he pushed into his touch, he still pulled back to catch Dream's eyes, searching his face with a dazed little look that only made Dream want him more. "Are you sure? Don't you want me to take care of you?"
Dream shook his head, at a loss for words to explain why he needed to get to make Sam feel good right now. With a small noise, he closed the distance between their mouths with another kiss, cradling Sam's half-hard cock between his fingers and slowly pumping it to fullness.
Under his touch, the alpha moaned against his lips, fingers digging into Dream’s hip. “Mhm, fuck, Dream,” Sam breathed, lidded eyes trained on Dream’s face. “So pretty. Feel so good already,” he whispered, hips chasing Dream’s every touch with powerful thrusts.
"Want you in my mouth... Can I?"
He had no idea why it felt so important to ask—there was no way Sam would deny him, not with how hard he was in his hold—but Dream still waited for Sam's breathy yes before he sunk to his knees, nails raking down Sam's thighs as he did so.
The tiles were wet, hard under him. Water cascaded down Sam's back but his tall frame shielded Dream from the spray— like a good alpha , his brain supplied—and Dream tilted forward, breathing hot air against the wet head of his dick, earning himself a hiss.
Sam’s scent was extra thick down here, heady and strong, making Dream’s mouth water. He got a bit lost in it, hands sliding up his thighs, fingers tracing over the hard muscle. Sam’s cock was hard and pulsing for attention, twitching at every warm exhale that hit it, and Dream finally wrapped his lips around the tip. It tasted like salt and skin, the spongy texture something Dream always liked to play with, and this time was no different: he lapped the small dribble of precum and hummed, blinking up at his mate to catch his eyes as he fully took the head into his mouth.
His boyfriend cursed under his breath, hips jerking out of their own accord. “Don’t tease, baby. C’mon, be good,” Sam whispered, voice cracking in a way that had Dream clench around nothing. Fuck.
"You need me," he tried to tease but it came out way too breathless for it, half-muffled by Sam's dick pushing against his lips. “Poor alpha.”
The weight of Sam’s cock against his tongue was a welcome reminder of how big his alpha was, heavy and warm as Dream took it deeper inside in increments—it was such a heady feeling that he couldn't help but sigh, mouth stretched around Sam's girth.
Giving head was something Dream took pride in. He enjoyed the rush of heat that cursed through his body whenever he made Sam moan, how his alpha's hands tangled in his hair and he called Dream pretty in that voice that went straight to his dick. He loved to watch his boyfriend struggle for words when he tried to delay the inevitable and—maybe, secretly — Dream also loved the threat of his expanding knot, having half a mind to try and fit it between his lips even when he knew it'd never work.
Just the idea of taking Sam’s knot in his mouth had him whining, fingers closing around the base where it was already expanding. Dream was a simple man—after over a week of anticipation and imagining what it might be like to have Sam back, his urge to please was bigger than his common sense.
Dream made a show out of the way he tried to take it all even though the alpha’s cock was entirely too big for that. He choked a little but didn’t pull away, feeling his throat spasm as he held Sam as deep as he could, eyes stinging with unshed tears. He let his mouth drag over Sam’s cock with an aching rhythm, surprising even himself with how… patient he was being. He pulled back just enough to trace the underside with his tongue, lazy, blinking up at his mate with lidded eyes and a deep sense of satisfaction that turned his thoughts into a hazy mess.
“Fucking hell,” Sam cursed, fingers tugging at Dream’s curls to keep him close, nose pressed to the hair at the base of his dick. Not once did Sam look away, a look of fondness that was so incongruent with the filthy display of Dream on his knees that he burned, arousal making him press his thighs together for some relief.
Not all alphas were domineering and snarly, and Sam in particular was the kind that coaxed rather than demanded, that guided with gentle hands until Dream found himself wearing a smile as he choked on the girthy length of his partner. It was easy to fall into a hazier mind space, that little place that made him tingle at each word of praise Sam bestowed upon him, that special little corner of his mind that wondered— what if — maybe Sam should always be in control like this —
“God, you’re perfect,” Sam groaned, eyes rolling back in his head for just a second before forcing his gaze back to Dream—clearly not wanting to miss anything. “So good for me, aren’t you? Perfect mate.”
Dream hummed, batting his eyelashes up at the man. Did you miss me , he wanted to ask, Did you want me ?
Gently, the alpha thumbed at Dream’s cheek while he sucked on the tip and Dream almost purred at the touch, leaning into it. There was something in the way Sam didn’t take, didn’t even ask , just rolled with whatever Dream threw his way and still remained in control, that calm self-assuredness that made Dream’s dick twitch and hole ache with how empty he felt.
After being apart for so long, he craved Sam’s touch. He even missed the long intermission of prep, if only to feel the alpha’s hands coax him open as Sam showered him in compliments, his big hands spreading his ass apart and—
Sam’s hips bucked and Dream steadied himself against his body, letting the alpha thrust forward ever so slightly, seeking his pleasure between Dream’s lips. “Fuck, Dr’m, ugh—so good.”
With a hum, Dream bobbed his head down, coating the length with spit. The air held the scent of arousal, mixed in with the familiar fragrance of their soap, helping Dream relax into it, plunging deeper into that hazy softness where nothing really mattered —not when his alpha was so clearly pleased with him.
Distantly, he felt his body ache, mourning the emptiness in his core, but Sam was right there, looking at him with such adoration that Dream felt silly for wanting anything else that wasn't this. His alpha would take care of him later, he was sure of it. Right now, there was only the weight of his cock dragging over Dream's tongue, marking him as his.
He could feel the knot swell under his fingertips and, soon enough, Sam grunted in warning, a hand on Dream's hair making him look up at his boyfriend. "Baby—fuck, can I? Inside?"
Dream’s body reacted with a speed and intensity that was almost scary. His cock throbbed hard between his legs, his hole fluttering and feeling oh-so-painfully empty as he nodded.
It shouldn’t even be a question Sam needed to ask, so Dream only rolled his eyes and sucked him as deep as he could. Sam’s voice cracked around a moan, his fingers tightened in Dream’s curls, holding him in place as he came undone. The first hot splatter of cum hit Dream’s tongue, followed by a stream that filled Dream’s mouth to the absolute brim.
His boyfriend cursed and moaned, twitching against his tongue with each aftershock that ripped through him, but Dream didn’t care—all Dream knew to do was take it, close his eyes and swallow everything his alpha gave him, suddenly at peace with the world despite how much his own cock was aching still.
He floated in a pleasant daze, mouth full of Sam’s release. His fingers toyed with Sam's knot and he appreciated every single twitch, high off the knowledge of how good he was being right now.
The only thing to pull him out of it was Sam's soft voice calling out his name. Dream blinked, confused as to why Sam was starting to pull out when Dream would be more than happy to stay like that for a lot longer, but he went willingly, barely able to stand on his jelly legs without Sam's firm hands on his waist as he helped him get up.
"Hi, baby," he cooed, kissing Dream's forehead. "Let me take care of you now, alright?"
Heat spread through Dream’s body at Sam’s raspy voice and big hands that cupped his ass, making him press impossibly closer, shivering at the pressure against his dick. “Please,” he breathed. “Touch me, please—everywhere.”
Sam chuckled and indulged his request, letting Dream rut against his thigh with a look of soft adoration in his eyes. It felt sinful to be like this, his cock dripping precum all over Sam's skin, the friction just enough to make him shudder and close his eyes. He pressed his face as deep as he could into Sam's neck, breathed in lungfuls of his wonderful scent, and whined for his alpha to do something already.
Water made everything slippery, steam heavy in the air, and Dream could only gasp when he felt Sam’s blunt fingers parting his cheeks, the familiar shape of his thumb petting his rim. Despite the lightness of the touch, Dream’s hips still stuttered, and he was caught between the urge to rut his cock against Sam’s stomach and the need to have something inside of him.
As if Sam could read his mind, the alpha’s finger pushed inside just a little. The feeling was almost too much after so long without it, and Dream practically crumbled in the alpha’s hands. It only took a press of Sam’s finger—his long, deliciously sturdy finger—against his prostate and Dream’s body seized up, coming with a sharp cry that echoed in the bathroom.
His release covered Sam’s thighs and some of his softening dick. Normally, this would stir something inside of Dream—something that wanted to claim , have the alpha submit to him—but now, all he felt was deep-sated happiness. Sated and exhausted, his arms wrapped around his mate’s middle, leaning into him with the knowledge that Sam would take care of him.
"Love you,” Sam mumbled, following it with a soft kiss pressed onto Dream’s forehead.
They stayed under the shower spray trading lazy kisses for a little while longer, and when it was time to step out Dream did it on wobbly legs, all the energy on his body having been washed down with the water. He let himself be coddled and barely helped when Sam insisted they at least put some underwear on, and the minute they slipped back into the bed—into his nest —he was out like a light, completely surrounded by his alpha's presence.
-----
Sam wasn't the type of alpha to be excessively territorial, so when his behavior started to change, Dream was more than proud to clock it so early on. Ruts were kind of a bitch to deal with—Dream's own always made him possessive and extra obnoxious towards his partner—, and knowing that Sam was probably entering pre-rut made it easier to accept some of the things happening lately.
He didn't mention anything, making it into a game where he kept a mental tally of Sam's more unusual behaviors. He magnanimously let Sam scent him before they left the house every morning and even wore his shirt when he knew they'd be apart for the entire day—Sam's reaction to that had been so cute that Dream made it into a habit of stealing some of his clothes, and if it did bring him some level of comfort to carry his mate's scent wherever he went that was his business and his business only .
Sapnap did shoot him a curious look when Dream arrived at their weekend football match wearing Sam's hoodie, though, but Dream ignored him. There was nothing wrong with wearing his partner's clothes, especially when he was feeling a bit under the weather.
It was a silly but needed tradition—beers and football on the weekend with the boys, a chance for everyone to chill out and decompress from classes and their jobs. Usually Dream loved it, but he couldn’t help the slight annoyance of being here while Sam was in pre-rut and his stupid stomach kept acting up. All morning he had felt a little off, with strange nausea that wouldn’t go away, followed by cramps that came out of nowhere and simply refused to leave him alone.
Secretly, he blamed Sam’s insistence on cooking for them during the past couple of days. Dream appreciated how thoughtful he had been (despite evidently having given him food poisoning), loving how much his partner thrived in providing for them, so he didn’t outright mention it, but he sure hoped to distract Sam from his alpha duties for long enough so they could order a pizza instead.
From his spot in the shade, Dream had a perfect view of the field and was close enough to the coolers to grab a bottle of water and pass it to Sam whenever he stopped by to freshen up. His boyfriend was being extra doting today, much to everyone else's amusement, but despite the teasing that earned him Sam was undeterred. Every time he made a pass or scored a goal he would look at Dream with a blinding grin, chest all puffed out and arms punching the air, looking so hot Dream was happy he didn't need to focus on anything else other than his mate.
"Why is Sam acting all weird?" Dream was pulled out of his thoughts when Sapnap dropped onto the grass by his side, wiping the sweat off his face with the edge of his shirt. "Bro is playing like he’s gonna win something."
Shrugging, Dream leaned away just enough to not have Sapnap’s sweaty alpha stink replace all the fresh air. “He’s just better than you.” He said and grinned back at Sam when their eyes met again. “He’s probably in pre-rut. Won’t know until in a couple of days.”
It was weird, but he felt like bragging about knowing Sam’s cycles better than Sam did. It didn’t matter that Sapnap rolled his eyes and pretended to throw up, calling them gross like he himself wasn’t an alpha like them.
They kept bickering amongst themselves, to the point where Dream wasn't even paying attention to the game anymore, intent on proving to Sapnap just how well he knew his boyfriend—which was plain dumb but Dream couldn’t stop. It was clear Sapnap was indulging in the pointless argument just to get a rise out of him, but that didn't make him feel any less competitive, so much that he only noticed Sam had stepped away from the field when the alpha approached them, a pout in his lips as he came to sit by Dream's side.
A wave of ripe alpha scent hit him and Dream had to bite his lip to not embarrass himself. Sam’s scent was Dream’s favorite when he was close to rut—when it got so strong that all Dream could think was Sam, and while it wasn’t quite as overpowering yet it sure smelled stronger than usual.
"Did you see me score just now?"
“Did not.” Dream matched his pout and looked from Sam to Sapnap and then back to his mate. “Sapnap was being stupid so I had to tell him off, sorry.”
As a small apology, Dream leaned into Sam and was happy to find the alpha’s hands immediately sliding under his sweatshirt. Possessive, claiming and maybe… a little jealous? About Sapnap?
Dream huffed at the thought.
"You guys are so gross." Sapnap shook his head, making a show of wrinkling his nose as he got to his feet. “PDA has a time and place.”
"Don't be jealous," Sam huffed, flashing his teeth at Sapnap in a way that looked a bit too serious to be considered playful.
Sam kept his gaze on Sapnap as he walked back to the field, hands never leaving Dream's skin. It made him elated, preening at Sam's blatant display of possessiveness. Never one to miss an opportunity to rile his boyfriend up, Dream pretended to sigh, melting into Sam’s body.
"Sap said he would score five goals for me."
His boyfriend’s scoff was audible, grip immediately tightening on Dream’s hip—and oh did it send a pleasant shudder through him.
“I’d like to see him try , he can’t even run straight,” Sam grumbled like it was really that serious and Sapnap scoring any goals was equivalent to courting him. “I could score, like, ten—easily. Especially against Sapnap.”
"Only ten?" Dream pouted, shaking his head until Sam grumbled. Looking around, Dream made sure no one was paying attention to them when he snuck a hand up Sam's thigh, touch featherlight and casual . "If you score twenty I'll give—I'll be so impressed that I'll blow you when we get home," he whispered, high off Sam's scent. He usually wasn't this bold in public, but something about Sam's scent was driving him crazy. "What do you say, alpha?"
With how close they were sitting he didn’t even need a verbal answer, the way Sam’s chest rumbled more than enough, but still sharp teeth nipped at the skin of his neck, a wet kiss following right after. “Fuck, you got a deal,” Sam whispered and pressed a deceptively sweet kiss to Dream’s cheek before pulling away.
When Sam got up again, there was a focused look on his face as he jogged back to their friends, ready to earn Dream’s reward.
As for Dream, he couldn’t wait to deliver on his promise.
————
The days that followed were textbook pre-rut, even if something in their sheets smelled sweeter than usual. Dream couldn’t quite put his finger on it, and since his brain was full of wanting to make them a good nest for Sam's rut, he put that aside to focus on more important things. At first, calling their bed a nest had made him feel sorta funny, but he couldn't deny how good it was to be surrounded by their mixed scents and all the comfortable pillows Sam had bought for him.
The alpha had taken to lying on top of Dream at every chance he got, pressing his scent to Dream's skin like a man on a mission, tongue dragging over his sensitive neck like he was tasting something other than sweat.
There was also the matter of sex. It was perfectly normal to let Sam top during pre-rut—as Sam always did for Dream when it was his turn—but this time it felt like Dream's body was extra willing, somehow, making it feel way more intimate despite it being far from their first time. Prep didn't take as long, whatever new lube Sam had purchased making Dream extra slippery when Sam worked him open on his sturdy fingers.
Dream loved it. He was barely awake when he rolled on top of Sam, nuzzling at his neck and inhaling his rich scent—not fully in rut, not yet , but maybe Dream could speed things along.
His stomach curled with low-level arousal, goosebumps running down his arms as he pressed his ass back against Sam’s crotch, grinding lazily against the alpha. A content purr escaped his throat and Dream closed his eyes, smiling to himself when he felt the alpha stir behind him, Sam’s hands finding their way to his ass in no time.
It felt good. Dream floated in a pleased cloud, letting Sam push down his underwear, leaving him fully on display and asking for more, shaking his ass until his mate’s touch came back wet, easily slipping in.
Sam laughed in disbelief at the squelching sound his fingers caused when they slipped inside, Dream’s body taking two at once without issue. He nibbled at Dream's neck, lovingly, but certainly also to keep him in place, sharp teeth that betrayed his approaching rut—something Dream was also guilty of, so he didn’t hold it against him. It sent a thrill down his spine when Sam’s weight pressed against his back, teeth on his neck in a move that was pure alpha of him.
"Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my fingers, sweetheart," Sam rasped against Dream's skin, gently spreading his fingers out. "So slick for me, aren't you? Ready to be stuffed full of my knot. Gonna take it so well."
While his words were mostly rambles, Dream couldn't help but whine at the thought, clenching around the alpha's fingers to encourage him. His body was starting to feel insufferably hot, sweat gathering behind his knees and everywhere they were touching.
"Mhn, Alpha—feels good," he said all breathy, melting back against Sam's chest. Dream hadn't noticed Sam reach for their lube, too caught up on his building pleasure to register anything that wasn't the immediate pressure against his rim, but he was still thankful for the way he was already stuffed full, easily as a godsend.
Sam always took such good care of him. Dream had half a mind to thank him but a nudge against his prostate had him keening, craning his head back to try and sneak in a kiss.
"Such a good boy," Sam crooned, three fingers deep and not nearly enough."So sweet getting ready for me.”
Dream didn’t mind playing pretend for Sam’s rut. Whatever helped him get off was just fine—especially when in the process it made Dream feel this good. They had indulged in this type of fantasy a couple of times already, so it wouldn’t surprise Dream if all the extra lube was Sam pretending he was an omega, that the wetness dripping down his legs was his slick instead, proof that his body was ready to be ravished by his mate.
The thought shouldn’t be as hot as it was.
“Want your knot, alpha,” Dream breathed and winced in pleasure when Sam’s fingers curled into his prostate again, the discomfort of the usual stretch replaced with pure, bone-deep pleasure.
It felt so good Dream was afraid he would come from just his fingers, the thought making him tighten around the digits, caught in a wave of sensation that felt more —heavier than his own ruts even, a syrupy kind of desperation that clung to his tongue and turned his pleas for Sam's knot into wordless little whines.
"I'll give it to you, baby," Sam promised with a groan, pressing a hard kiss to Dream's jaw. He shushed his cries with a gentle rumble, chest vibrating behind Dream. "Just gotta make sure you can take me, yeah? Do you feel ready?"
Dream had never been more certain that he could easily take Sam than right this moment. Normally, there had always been a twinge of discomfort, a catch whenever they needed to add more lube—but with whatever mystery lube Sam had used, none of that remained.
“M’ ready,” Dream breathed out and squeezed Sam’s hand holding onto his waist. “Need you, alpha. C’mon, make me feel good.”
Dream had half a mind to bend himself over and present for Sam, which wasn't exactly new , but the force of his desire was surprising enough to make him falter, heart skipping a beat just at the idea.
Sam didn't notice it. He pulled his fingers out with a satisfied rumble and tugged Dream around until they were face to face, kissing down his neck. The alpha's teeth felt electric against his skin, the sting of his bites soothed by his wet tongue and soft lips, fingers slipping back inside Dream's body as if he was already staking his claim. There was so much lube it dripped past Sam's fingers and down his taint, the fantasy of being actually wet making him dizzy.
"Smell so sweet, honey," Sam mumbled. "Perfect little thing, all mine."
All Dream could do was whine, cheeks burning hot, but thankfully Sam knew he was ready without him needing to use any more words.
“I’ve got you, darling. Shhh, don’t worry.”
When Sam rolled him onto his back, the fingers were replaced with the known shape of Sam’s dick, teasing his entrance. The first touch of his cockhead against Dream’s hole had an embarrassing sound escape his lips. He tried to nudge back to encourage his mate, but Sam’s other arm was tight around his waist, keeping him in place while carefully thrusting his hips and pushing the tip inside.
Sam's light eyes only left his face to look at where they were joined, mouth parted around a choked breath. Dream felt pinned on the spot, caught between wanting to hide the enormity of his desire and showing off how good he could be for his mate, thighs shaking when he exposed himself further. Sam rolled his hips, fucking just his rim with a look of wonderment in his eyes, and Dream felt his hole flutter, asking for more—he wanted to be taken, to be full to the brim and then be made to take more, to feel his mate's knot expanding his body to its limit.
Instead—barely all the way inside, the blunt head of his dick just shy from his prostate—Sam stopped . Completely.
"Sam— no , no , no —why—"
The alpha’s fingers traced down his taint despite Dream’s complaints, a charged silence that made him scrunch his eyes open to glare at him. How dare he stop.
“Sweetheart,” Sam started, seemingly at a loss for words. Two of his fingertips pushed inside of Dream right alongside his cock, and Dream keened, not expecting the added stretch. “You’re…. slick , aren’t you? There’s no way this is lube.”
With how full Dream felt—with how much Sam's cock and fingers were obliterating any rational thought he could have—Dream had to blink a couple of times, brain too fogged up with the need to understand what the alpha was saying.
"What? But—didn't you prep me?"
Shrugging, Sam pressed a kiss to his cheek, fingers twitching inside Dream’s body like he couldn’t help himself. “I did, yeah, but never felt like I needed to add more lube. That explains it,” he laughed, disbelief clear in his voice, and carefully pulled out most of the way before pushing his cock back inside with a little hum. “Fuck, Dream… you’re wet for me? How nice of you.”
" Sam !" The mix of pleasure, incredulity, and the sheer absurdity of the situation made Dream laugh, a sound that veered on the edge of hysterical, his mate mirroring him with a chuckle of his own. His mind raced in a million different directions, full of questions that his idiot of a mate didn't seem to have caught onto yet. "Do you think— ah , fuck—did you b-bitch me?"
Putting it into words made him feel stupid, but he couldn't deny the small thrill that ran down his spine. Bitching wasn't even a real thing , was it? It was—just a cliche, a fairytale, stuff people liked to roleplay in porn, not something that would happen like this.
Much to Dream’s dismay, Sam’s giggles only grew louder while he started to kiss all over his face. “I don’t know, maybe you bitched yourself. Or my strong alpha presence did… Do you feel different at all? Do I feel different?”
"You feel like an idiot," Dream grumbled, but it was impossible to keep himself from smiling at how... silly Sam looked, eyes alight with happiness. They were still connected, Sam's hard cock nestled deep in his body, and Dream couldn't help the way he tightened around him, trying to feel if there was any difference beyond the wetness dripping out of him.
"I guess—you said my scent was sweeter, right? I thought you were just being you but..."
Sam’s eyebrows shot up as he nodded. “Yes, yes , true. You do smell a lot sweeter, actually. Like—candy, almost. Fuck, and you feel so good, I can’t.”
The alpha groaned while nudging his cock deeper into Dream again, just to try. “You’ve been—very… omega lately, too, no? Nesting and stuff.”
"Wasn't nesting ," Dream replied just for the sake of arguing, flushing in sweet embarrassment when Sam cooed at him, scattering even more kisses across his warm face.
"You were a total idiot at the game that day, like—posturing and stuff," he murmured, legs winding around Sam's waist without his conscious input. Pleasure lit up his nerves, slow and languid, kindling the embers of his desire as Sam kept rolling his hips forward, the tiniest of movements. "You were jealous of Sapnap ."
His mate rolled his eyes, fingers digging into Dream’s soft sides possessively like he wasn’t already buried all the way inside of him and still needed to prove his claim.
“It’s not my fault you weren’t paying any attention to me. I don’t care about Sapnap ,” Sam huffed, clearly lying . Dream couldn’t help but clench around him just to make his facade crumble with a moan, not faring any better when the action made a spike of arousal course through his body.
Sam's grip tightened around his waist when he squirmed, easily keeping him in place. The alpha rolled his hips with tentative thrusts, building up a rhythm that left Dream gasping, body alight.
Heat cursed through his veins and Dream felt himself succumb to it, completely pliant under Sam's attention. He moaned softly at every thrust, every glance of Sam's cockhead against his prostate, slick pouring from between his thighs in a way that made him burn with some unidentified emotion, the sound of it so lewd he wanted to disappear into his nest.
"Look at you," Sam cooed when Dream tried to hide his face under his arm, the alpha gently tugging it away. "I don't need to be jealous, do I? Not when you're so wet like this, just for me."
His words made Dream gasp with embarrassment, fingers digging into the alpha’s chest to find purchase there and avoid falling dumbly onto his chest.
“Don’t have to be jealous,” Dream echoed anyways, mouth forming a little o in pleasure when Sam’s hand wrapped around his cock, evidently planning to ruin Dream once and for all.
His legs were trembling even though he was doing none of the work, but his mate’s steady thrusting inside of him was enough to render Dream useless. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if this must be what omegas felt like—and how much more intense it would be during heats. Maybe one part of him also wondered if he would get to experience that at some point, if his body truly had changed that much.
He wondered if he would feel different about his new status after the desire burning under his skin went away. If he would ever come to regret the way he practically dripped slick all over their bed, the air heavy with their new combined scents.
The words to ask Sam if he had wished for this outcome all along died on the tip of his tongue, paling when faced with the sheer adoration in his mate's face, even as he was flushed with exertion and his eyes were all blown out.
"Are you close, baby?" Sam murmured before kissing Dream, one steady hand coming to rest on his neck. The blunt edge of his nails scratched against his mating mark, sending little shocks through Dream's body.
He whined against Sam’s lips in response, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure when he managed to grind his hips forward to chase the feeling. “Yes yes —Need t’ cum,” Dream huffed breathlessly, the heat of pleasure pooling in the pits of his stomach with every second.
Still, it wasn’t enough . Something was missing . But deep down, Dream knew exactly what that something was. “Need your knot,” he whispered, squeezing hard around the alpha to maybe coax it out of him faster—to stop him from holding back.
With a growl, Sam slammed hard into him, pining Dream’s hands to the mattress as he rutted his hips with abandon, with the single-minded focus of an alpha claiming their omega. A shudder ran down Dream's body, overwhelmed by Sam's strength and scent as he did nothing other than let himself be taken, spreading his legs as wide as he could, asking to be bred . His skin was covered in sweat, Sam's body a furnace that dripped warmth right into his core, limbs all tangled up as the alpha kept pistoning into him, knot catching on the edge of his rim in a delicious stretch.
When it finally locked them together, Dream came on the spot, crying out in relief. It felt like nothing he had ever felt before and he was pretty sure his mind went blank for a few seconds, wiped clean and full of bliss.
Throughout it all, there was Sam’s scent, the beating of his heart against his own, and the grounding weight of the alpha’s body on top of him. Gentle hands held Dream close, running over his limbs in soothing motions that helped ground him back in this new reality.
“You bitched me,” Dream sighed, half-offended though there was no heat behind it. Through his heavy eyelids, he could see the way Sam flushed pink before the alpha hid his face in the crook of his neck, lapping at the sweat gathering on his collarbones. “I didn’t even know—” Dream laughed, interrupting himself, “I didn’t even know that was a real thing.”
Sam shook his head, taking a deep breath of Dream's scent before picking his head back up again. "Me neither to be honest," he said, nosing along Dream's jaw. Dream basked in the attention, letting Sam scatter kisses all over his cheek as he hummed in thought. "Are you... okay with it?"
Tilting his head to the side like a cat getting scratched, Dream shrugged.
“The sex was great and I feel all woozy now,” he explained, though that was hardly an answer to Sam’s question. “I don’t know… maybe I wasn’t an amazing alpha to begin with.”
Sam growled softly, nipping Dream's neck in reprimand. "Don't say that," he murmured, face all serious when Dream managed to blink his eyes open. "Alpha or omega or—or whatever else, it doesn't matter. You're perfect ."
The fact that Sam looked ready to argue made Dream chuckle, chest full and eyes getting misty even as he kissed his mate, emotions swirling in his chest. There was too much to put into words, too soon to even gauge his true feelings, but it was undeniable how it pleased him to be able to bask in Sam's presence without any lingering feelings of inadequacy, of being able to take his knot and stay comfortable in his mate's hold.
"I'm okay, I promise. I kinda... I like it, I think."
As quickly as the sour edge in Sam’s scent had appeared, it disappeared again as the man tightened his arms around Dream.
“Then that’s all that matters,” Sam sighed in obvious relief and pressed a kiss to Dream’s forehead, yet another sweet gesture to make Dream’s heart feel like it might overflow with love.
His legs were still wrapped around Sam’s middle, the alpha’s knot keeping them tied together, but Dream had never been more comfortable. That alone was enough to make the whole becoming an omega thing kind of worth it, and he smiled to himself, dipping his head down to steal a kiss from his mate.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. In the warmth of Sam’s embrace, Dream found that he was looking forward to discovering what else these changes would bring to them. As long as he had Sam by his side, of course.