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Golden light filters through pale curtains, streaks of pale yellow paints across the sheets of the bed. Dream feels something shift beneath him, prompting him to open his eyes slightly, only to groan at the brightness that the sun hits him with. He groans and squeezes his eyes shit, digging his face deeper into the warmth beside him.
Faintly, he hears a whine that spills from the other side of the bed and a rumbled chuckle.
“Sapnap!” George complains and the raven next to Dream laughs louder. “It’s too fucking bright, stop moving!”
The blonde makes a noise of agreement but a smile is tugging onto his lips.
“No, I’m sweaty and sticky as Hell, I want a shower,” Sapnap replies, voice gruff from waking up.
Dream hums in response, fingers splayed across his boyfriend’s chest and he feels soft fingers lacing between them, the blue paint on the tips of his nails glimmer from the light. He knows who it is, having memorized the gentle touch of hands against his and he curls his fingers around the epitome of winter.
When the blonde lifts his head up from Sapnap’s neck to look at him, the fluorescent gold light almost shimmers on his pale skin. George is curled up next to the raven, one of his legs thrown over the other and using his arms as a pillow. The brunet is pouting at Sapnap, the messy flop of brown hair sticking out in every direction and it serves as a sweet memory of what happened the night prior.
And when Dream turns to Sapnap, he’s wearing a beautiful, lazy smile that the blonde has fallen in love with, arm curling around his waist lovingly and pulling him up towards the raven.
They’re all shirtless, George having pulled off Dream’s hoodie in the middle of the night. And as Dream eyes the littered bruises of purple and blue across their necks and chest, his cheeks tinted red.
“Morning, baby,” he whispers with a smile, leaning into peck Sapnap’s cheek. He props his chin on the raven’s chest to fondly look at George, who’s still whining at the brightness of the sun whilst looking absolutely ethereal under its rays of golden petals.
Sapnap is giggling along with Dream at the sight of the elder.
“Morning to you too, angel.” Dream grins and George pouts at the both of them, faking a light-hearted glare.
“Stop it,” the brunet whines loudly and hides his face in the crook of Sapnap’s neck as the raven’s laughter grows. “You’re both evil.”
Dream grins. “That’s rich coming from you,” he supplies. “Seeing as you’re the one that likes having the curtains slightly drawn back, stop lying Georgie.”
George continues to whine, trying to find a rebuttal against the younger but he’s thoroughly interrupted by Sapnap’s loud laughter through the room, a sound so sweet to both of their ears.
“Yeah, what was it that you said?” Sapnap taunts with a small smirk on his lips, looking down at the elder who smacks him lightly. “You guys look good in the sun.”
George lets out a loud groan of defeat and shrinks into the blankets as red heat blooms on his pale cheeks. His two boyfriends giggle at his antics as he puts them underneath the covers.
“I hate you guys.”
Dream’s lips are painted with a grin as he leans over Sapnap, pulling back the blankets and brushing his fingers through silky brown locks. “No, you don’t, baby.”
When George looks up, he meets fond jade eyes, and the blonde can feel the bundle of feet that George lightly kicks him with. He bursts into another fit of small giggles as the elder pouts harder.
“Just kiss me already, you idiots.”
Sapnap eagerly moves first, shuffling down until his face was directly above George’s and he doesn’t hesitate to close the gap. He works the elder’s mouth open carefully, drawing small whimpers and sounds from him. And as Dream watches fondly, he draws circles on the brunet’s exposed skin with an elbow perched on the bed. Sapnap nips at George’s bottom lip playfully, earning a light smack from the elder as he pulls back.
“Morning, Gogy,” he sings and George rolls his eyes in response.
“Shut up,” he shoots back with no real malicious intent, a smile lingers on his lips as he shoves Sapnap back onto the bed. He leans over the raven, face turning towards the blonde with a puppy-eyed look. “Clay.”
Dream tries to bite down a smile that breaks through and he leans forward, using a hand to cradle George’s cheeks. They’re hovering over each other’s lips in front of Sapnap, who has both arms wrapped around them, fingers drawing shapes on their skin. Dream can feel George’s breath feathering over his lips and skin, warmth spreading through his body as the elder makes a noise of complaint from taking too long.
It’s George who pulls the blonde into the kiss, tired of waiting. His tongue runs along plush red lips and he prods at his mouth. Dream’s mouth twitches into a small smile as he lets the elder do what he wants, letting him take control of the kiss. He feels a hand running through his blonde locks, combing through it and pulling it slightly, and Dream lets out a small moan.
When Dream and George separate, Sapnap lets out a drawn-out whistle, and it makes his boyfriends let out a laugh.
“You guys are so hot, my God,” the raven gasps dramatically, a hand placed on his chest.
“You’re literally such an idiot,” Dream chuckles, and Sapnap gasps again, feigning shock and hurt.
“How dare you, Dreamie Boy, after the way I dicked you down last night, I’d expect a little more respect.”
The statement sets George off into a series of giggles and the blonde’s face is lit in red hot flames. Not of shame, per se, he just blushed way too easily, and the memory of last night comes back in a rush as he eyes the purple-red roses that bloom across Sapnap’s chest. When he looks over at the brunet, who’s still giggling, his upper body is absolutely littered in blue stars.
Dream turns back to Sapnap, ignoring the rush of blood at his cheeks as he raises a brow. “Clearly you forgot the time you called me daddy when I sucked you off, so—”
And of course, it pulls out a whine from the raven which sends the brunet into another fit of laughter. It makes Dream smile.
“Shut the fuck up, dude. You just wish that I was the one that sat on your cock.”
Dream lets out a scoff. “You fucking bitch, I fucked you two nights ago.”
“Boys—” George interrupts with a laugh. “That’s enough, please. I swear you two argue about this every fucking morning we wake up after sex,” he supplies with an eye roll. The raven and the blonde share a look, smirk rising on their lips before turning back to the pale boy. Their eyes are obviously dragging down George’s body, eyeing the splatters of blue against his porcelain skin.
George flushes at the attention.
“Yeah, and you fucking like it, Georgie. Don’t lie to us,” Sapnap says and presses down on one of the hickeys.
The elder yelps at the sudden contact on his sensitive skin and playfully glares at the younger. “I never said I didn’t, dumbass, just said you guys always do this.” He shuffles on the bed to sit upright and swings his leg over Sapnap’s waist so he straddles the boy. “Besides,” he adds with a smirk growing on his face. “I never complain when I let you both take turns with me.”
The blonde scoffs at the statement, the red flush burning into his freckled cheeks and Sapnap bursts into laughter.
“You’re such a fucking brat, George,” Dream mumbles and George cheekily smiles at him, leaning over to peck his cheek.
“Only because I love you both.” He leans down to Sapnap, who’s pouting at the elder for a kiss. “Now can we fucking shower? I’m sticky as fuck.”
“You sure you don’t want another round, baby boy?” Sapnap snickers and the brunet lightly slaps the raven’s chest. “Okay, okay, let’s shower."
It doesn’t take them long to ultimately pull each other off the comfort of the mattress. They stumble to the bathroom with fond smiles on their faces, sneaking kisses with hands all over each other as if they couldn’t let each other go.
The shower is big enough to fit all three, something they looked for when buying a house together.
When they’re in the shower, they’re all giggling and pressing soft kisses into each other’s skin as the water trickles down from above. As Sapnap is lathering George in soap, Dream stands behind the raven, hands running around his tan skin as his lips suckle more bruises into his neck. He murmurs soft words of love into his ears. And he doesn’t forget about George, showering him with kisses and bruises until the bathroom echoes his name off the brunet’s lips.
They slip out of the shower, coming out with a little more splattered blue-purple roses painted on their skin, and their lips are swollen and red. Sapnap is teasing George, poking him to make him laugh as Dream watches them. They all take their time to get dried off and dressed, eventually making their way to the kitchen for breakfast.
“Dream,” George begins while they mix ingredients for pancakes. He’s wearing a way too big hoodie that most definitely did not belong to him, reaching about halfway down his thigh and the sleeves are rolled up to his elbows so he could help with the food. “Can I paint your nails?”
The blonde lifts a brow at the question. It’s not like he thought painting nails was bad, Hell, both of his boyfriends painted their nails once a week. Sometimes even finding both Sapnap and George giggling over the table while painting each other’s nails.
He just thought it wasn’t necessary.
“Baby, please,” the raven butts in, eyes wide and pleading. He juts out his bottom lip and it makes the blonde roll his eyes.
As much as he didn’t like the idea, he didn’t think there was any way he could say no to his boyfriends.
“Fine,” he sighs and they both cheer. “But can I take it off after?”
George and Sapnap are too busy talking to each other about what colors they should use to listen to Dream but it makes him smile anyway.
As the time creeps closer to 2 pm, Dream is walking out of his home studio, popping his back, when he’s bombarded by both Sapnap and George.
“You need a break!” George exclaims with a grin on his lips. The raven latches onto the other side of his arm and tugs Dream away from the kitchen.
“Time to do you nails, pretty boy.”
The blonde doesn’t fight back, only bitting down a smile seeing his boyfriends so damn excited to do his nails.
They set him down on the living room coffee table, knees folding under him as he tries to get comfortable.
Sapnap and George settle across from him, holding two different color nail polish in their palms and unscrewing the cap. And despite the mismatched colors that tickle him with cold paint, he doesn’t have it in him to hate what’s going on.
Dream finds that having his nails painted by his lovers is another type of intimate.
A comfortable atmosphere settles around them like a warm blanket. Sapnap is humming to a song that’s softly playing from his phone, and his breath is fanning over Dream’s hand, almost tickling it. Both George and Sapnap are cradling his tan hands in their own, and it’s endearing as well as it is intimate, and it makes his stomach fill with a pool of warmth. He wants nothing more than to just hold them and kiss them until their lips are swollen and red. The foreign cold paints on his nails barely register in his mind as he gets lost and mesmerized, fondly watching both of his boyfriends concentrate with slightly furrowed brows.
A couple of minutes go by and George is pulling away from Dream’s hand. He leans back to study it and a proud smile lifts on his lips. And the younger, for the first time, take a glance at his left hand, subtly surprised by how neat the paint looks on his nails.
They shimmer slightly against the lights, a dark hue of blue covering the tips of his fingers. Dream lifts his hand up and cocks his head to the side, a soft smile slipping onto his lips.
“They’re really nice, angel,” Dream praises George and the elder beams. They weren’t exactly his taste, painting his nails wasn’t something he’d do weekly as his boyfriends did, but he appreciated what they were both doing on him (and frankly enjoyed way too much watching Sapnap and George paint his nails).
“Done!” Sapnap’s voice makes them both turn to look at the raven simultaneously. He’s grinning proudly as he twisted the nail polish to a close. The blonde lifts his hand up to observe his right hand, getting equally surprised by how nicely done it was. They were painted black, slightly glimmering amongst the light as it dried.
When Dream looks into the raven’s jade eyes, he can see the pride and fondness spilling from them, and he can’t help but let an endearing sigh slip from his lips.
“Do you like them?” Sapnap asks, leaning into George and tugging the smaller boy into his lap. Dream studies his nails and his lips quirk up.
“They’re pretty,” he praises fondly. “Though maybe if they were the same color it might’ve been better.”
George laughs in response.
“I’ll go get the nail polish remover, if you want. I’ll be right back.”
Dream frowns, not wanting to let something they worked on go to waste. When he opens his mouth to try to stop him, the brunet is already standing and heading to their bedroom.
“Let’s take pictures of our nails before you take them off!” Sapnap yells after him and George flings a hand in the air, acknowledging the request.
The raven is fumbling with his phone as George walks back, and Dream is trying to find a way to tell his boyfriends that they don’t need to take it off.
Because it’s not like he liked it or anything.
He just didn’t want them to feel sad, or let their hard work go to waste.
Right?
The mismatched colors should be enough to put anyone off, if he was honest. But there was something about it being done by his boyfriends that made it nice. The endearingly proud and excited looks that spilled from their cheeks were enough to make Dream want to keep his nails the way they were.
George pulls the blonde’s hand onto the table for the picture, and his heart blooms with red flowers in spring.
When the click of the camera goes off, the elder pulls the bottle of nail polish remover forward and uncaps it.
“You—” Dream stutters, a sudden flush on his freckled cheeks flowering as his boyfriends turn to look at him. “You don’t have to remove them,” he mumbles quietly, and they look at each other.
Dream watches both of their eyes light up with something bright and joyful, and when they turn back to him, they’re both grinning way too wide and there’s a hint of smugness under Sapnap’s emerald eyes.
But it’s fine.
Because with the sound of George giggling and throwing himself at the blonde to pepper his face with kisses, and the deep chuckle of Sapnap’s voice as he teases him for actually liking it, lingers in his mind like a symphony.
It’s not like he wanted anything else in the world other than two beautiful boys in his arms.