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dream had picked sapnap up from the airport three days ago and they had been sleeping in the same bed everyday, and god, dream was practically drooling over sapnap’s thighs ever since he’s been over.
dream was leaned up against his headboard, watching sapnap sitting on his knees, digging through his suitcase.
he watched as sapnap’s thighs pressed together in his sweatpants.
“dream, can i do some laundry? and i need to take a shower.” sapnap looked over at dream.
“yeah yeah, of course. the laundry room is down the hall. do you need to borrow my clothes?”
“partially, i have underwear and a pair of shorts but that’s it.”
dream laughed and got up from his bed. he walked to his closet and took a plain black hoodie off a hanger.
he came back into his bedroom, seeing that sapnap was gone, but he heard the sound of his washer being used.
he headed to his laundry room and watched as sapnap was loading his clothes into the washer. he stood next to him, reaching up to grab the laundry detergent, putting it into a cup, then pouring it into the washer. he rinsed the cup out with the water from the machine, placing it back on the laundry detergent container. sapnap looked up at him as he grabbed the fabric softener and poured it into the washer. “thank you.” sapnap grinned.
“you’re welcome,” dream laughed, “you can take a shower in my bathroom if you want.”
“oh and i grabbed this hoodie for you.” dream handed sapnap the hoodie.
sapnap thanked him once again, following dream back to his bedroom. he grabbed his underwear and shorts from his suitcase, walking into the bathroom and placing the clothes on the toilet seat.
dream watched sapnap as he walked into the bathroom, and goddamnit, the sight of sapnap’s thighs jiggling in his sweatpants was enough to make him realize the hard on growing in his pants.
dream had never really had sexual thoughts about sapnap before meeting up with him in person. he had thought about kissing him once or twice and he even thought he was cute, but he never thought he would be drooling over something like his best friends thighs.
dream was laying flat on his tummy, waiting for sapnap to get finished with the shower.
he opened twitter on his phone, scrolling through his timeline. he liked and retweeted a couple of tweets, smiling at the occasional fanart he found.
he heard the water turn off and the sound of his shower door closing. he put his phone down and watched as sapnap walked out. he was wearing dream’s hoodie and a pair of shorts.
dream could not stop staring at sapnap’s thighs. they were so hot, and now that they were uncovered, he could see how soft and pale and smooth they were. they were perfect. fucking perfect.
“why do you keep looking at my thighs?” sapnap looked down at his thighs, then back at dream. “i can’t even count how many times you’ve been staring at them.”
“i’m sorry.” dream looked away, grabbing his phone. “no.” sapnap grabbed dream’s phone.
“is there something wrong with them?” sapnap looked down at his thighs again, turning around, trying to see what they looked like from behind. he walked back to his suitcase and grabbed a pair of socks. slipping them on, he watched as a wave of frustration came over dream’s face.
“jesus christ.” dream mumbled under his breath.
“there’s nothing wrong with your thighs. quite opposite of that really.” dream sighed, “they’re fucking hot sapnap.”
dream could see red forming on sapnap’s face.
“god, sapnap. that’s so hot. getting all flustered ‘n shit because your best friend says your thighs are hot.”
dream patted the bed, inviting sapnap to join him. “lay against the pillows please.”
sapnap crawled on the bed to do exactly as dream asked.
sapnap watched dream crawl between his legs, facing the other way.
“i want your thighs wrapped around my head.” dream commanded.
sapnap grinned at that, wrapping his thighs around Dream’s head, his calves resting on dream’s shoulders.
dream could not believe this. he couldn’t believe how gorgeous sapnap’s thighs were and fuck, he couldn’t believe that they were wrapped around his head right now, all for him.