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When Sapnap cums again, Dream is chasing after his own orgasm and George is panting as he cums into the raven’s mouth.
He’s making an obscene amount of loud, broken noises that pour out of his mouth, and the view from behind is nothing more than sinful.
George sits across from him, up against the headboard with glazed eyes that are full of red mirth and exhaustion. On his lap, Sapnap is pulled off his softening cock, and his mouth is pouring with saliva and cum that wasn’t swallowed, tongue lolling out to the side in a limp motion as his body shakes under Dream’s thrusts, a jingle of a small bell rings in their ears.
“Fuck—” Dream grunts as he comes close to his release. His eyes squeeze shut at the pleasure of Sapnap’s wall’s tightening around him and there’s a loud, shattering whimper that echoes in his mind. Dream leans over with a groan, the lewd squelch of lube and slapping of skin is loud in his ears and he bites down onto tan skin to attempt to try and silence his moans. The rings of the bell on Sapnap’s neck jingle louder. “You’re— fuck— you’re so good for me, pup, my precious little fuck toy is so, so good for me.”
“Baby,” George murmurs loud enough for the pair to hear over the pornographic noises that echo in the room. George’s sinful eyes meet jade mirth and he smiles innocently, pulling the leash on Sapnap’s collar tightly and it brings out a long, vulgar moan from the boy.
“Fu— fuck!” The blond grunts and with another harsh thrust, he cums, spilling hot paint into the squirming boy, and Sapnap groans, hips pushing back against his cock as he writhes with overstimulation.
Dream stays with his cock buried into Sapnap, and when he slowly pulls out, the raven’s body falls limp onto the mattress. Dream yelps and quickly turns him around so he lays on his back, and his breath catches in his throat at the sight.
The result of three orgasms from Sapnap has him looking like nothing but a mess, drool and cum dripping down his chin and neck, his body radiates of sweat and heat as red blooms of blood, rushing to the surface of his skin, spreads from his cheeks to his chest. There are love bites and bruises adorning his tan skin, spreading over from his neck to his waist and it leaves nothing but a rush of possessiveness in Dream’s veins.
What’s more noticeable, however, is how lax Sapnap is, his eyes are infinitely glazed over with some sort of high and pleasure, chest rising and falling quickly from panting due to their activities, and he doesn’t seem to be responding to the bruises and the multiple scratches of pain that draw blood to his skin.
There’s a long, down-out whine that comes from the limp boy and George is quickly moving to lay on the bed, holding the raven close and running his fingers through his hair, comforting him with a small hum.
Dream can’t believe what he is seeing. And it’s only when George tells him with a small, proud smile what happened, he moves. “He’s in subspace, Dreamie,” he whispers and his mind races a million miles per minute, a soft smile settling onto his lips and moving to lay on the other side of the raven.
Out of all the times that they’ve had sex together, Sapnap has never gone into subspace. Usually, it’s George who does so whenever he bottoms.
So not only does it comes as a surprise to the blond, but a warmth quickly spreads over his chest, and he wraps his arms around the younger boy.
The pair lays on either side of the raven, Dream’s fingers tracing messy shapes into blooming, dullish, purple bruises, and George’s fingers run through messy, sweaty locks. They take turns to press kisses onto tan skin, whispering words of praise, encouragement, and love into it. Dream moves to take off the leash from the collar but makes no moves to take the red, velvet, soft material on his neck.
“You did so well, pup,” Dream whispers and there’s a small whimper that’s muffled in his neck. He can hear the slight jingle of the bell that’s still around his neck and he chuckles lightly. When he looks up, Dream’s eyes meet the brunet’s, and all he can see is the soft, melting honey of brown eyes that cry out the words ‘I love you.’ “Baby, I’m going to ask you some questions, okay? Tap once for yes, twice for no. Understood, pup?”
Tap.
“Do you feel hurt?”
Tap tap.
“Do you want me to take off the collar?”
Tap tap.
“Do you want some water?”
Tap.
“Something to eat?”
Tap tap.
Dream’s eyes wander over to George, and the boy understands immediately, quickly getting up from the messy bed. As he stands, his legs almost buckle underneath his weight and the blond tries not to laugh. George playfully glares at him and throws up his middle finger before disappearing from the room.
Dream takes a deep breath, letting Sapnap curl into him with a whimper, most likely at the loss of the brunet and Dream hushes him quietly. “He’ll be back, I promise you, baby.” He presses a kiss into his hair, attempting to make him feel better. “Do you feel safe?” He asks the final question.
Tap.
He hums in response, and George walks back into the room. He sits and softly turns the raven around with gentle hands, sitting him up so he could drink. The brunet places the cup between his lips and helps Sapnap drink, water runs down his chin, mixing with the remnants of drool and cum. Dream helps wipe it off with his thumb, and while George places the half-finished water on the night table, Dream sucks on his thumb. The taste of George prickles on his tongue and he closes his eyes.
He opens them again when a little jingle rings through the air, and the elder is already laying next to Sapnap, the raven’s head hiding between the crook of George’s neck and humming happily. He clings onto him like a koala and Dreams almost coos at the sight before settling back down onto the bed, hugging the boy from behind. His fingers wander around his bruised waist, and Sapnap moves a hand to intertwine his fingers with his own.
“You made us feel so good, angel. You did so, so good,” George whispers into his hair and Dream hides his face into the back of Sapnap’s neck. He presses small, kisses to his skin, swollen red lightly nipping at the unmarked area. And he smiles when he feels the raven push back against, a small whimper accompanying the jingle that rings again.
“You mean so much to us, baby, you’re amazing and beautiful. We wouldn’t ask for anyone else,” Dream murmurs, and Sapnap whines quietly.
Sapnap doesn’t speak the whole time. Instead, with small whimpers and whines, he nuzzles into the pair that sandwich him, taking turns to flips over and bury his face into their necks with glazed eyes. Dream and George just share soft smiles between each other and continues to whisper praises and words of affection into Sapnap’s skin, hands, and bodies providing warmth and comfort.
It’s not until thirty minutes later that the raven slowly comes out of his high, the clouded look slowly dissipates from his ocean eyes and he starts to wince in pain from moving around.
“Dreamie,” he slurs, eyes blinking owlishly. “Georgie.”
Dream and George giggle, pressing themselves closer to the boy.
“Welcome back, angel,” George whispers and he presses a kiss into a growing blue mark where Dream hard suckled on just earlier. “How do you feel?”
Sapnap sighs happily, moving so he’s lying on his back and his arms wrap around both of the pair’s waist. There’s a short jingle of a bell, and a lazy smile spreads on his lips. He reaches up to George, catching him off guard with a short, sweet kiss.
Dream watches them kiss with his fingers drawing circles into tan skin.
“Perfect,” he hears the boy mumble against pink lips and George giggles in response. When Sapnap turns around to face Dream, his hand comes up to cup his freckled cheeks. “I love you.”
Despite him only looking at Dream, the statement is directed at the pair beside him, and Dream’s heart melts a little. He immediately moves to crowd the raven’s body, shuffling so he’s laying half on top of him and pressing chaste kisses all over him. He works his way up from his bruising neck to his lips. Under him, Sapnap giggles uncontrollably, trembling with laughter as Dream continues to tickle him with kisses. The bell rings amongst the laughter and the sound of kisses, harmonious and sweet.
They can both feel George watching them, a small, cold hand on the blond’s back as he continues to pepper the raven with love.
“Guys,” George begins, and Dream can hear the growing smile when neither of them answers him. He laughs loudly and Dream thinks spring came early. “Guys! Let’s go shower, please. We smell and I want to get cleaned up.”
The blond looks up, eyes catching George’s in a crinkled smile, and Dream presses a chaste kiss to his lips. He sits up, fingers moving to remove the collar around Sapnap’s neck gently.
When it’s off, Dream helps Sapnap sit up. “Let’s get you cleaned up baby,” he says with a smile.
They make their way to the bathroom, Dream and George help Sapnap walk, occasionally giggling at the limp in his step.
The shower is a refresher. The water falls onto their skins, slipping down with silky streaks and the bathroom is steaming with heat, and the blond and the brunet help clean Sapnap of any remnants of dried cum.
Sapnap occasionally turns to press a kiss into wet skin, and Dream and George return the act of love.
“Thank you,” Sapnap mumbles onto the blond’s lips after a while of nothing but the sound of water hitting the floor. Dream kisses him, making a noise of confusion at his words. The raven pulls back. “Thank you for taking care of me,” he says again and Dream’s lips slip into a frown.
“You don’t need to thank us for that.”
George’s small figure wraps around the back of the raven’s body, kissing onto his wet neck. “Exactly, don’t need to thank us for being good partners.”
Sapnap hums, happily swaying under the falling water and sandwiched between his two lovers.
They spend twenty minutes in the shower before they finally make a move to get out. They smell of soft honeydew and flowers, and Dream is reminded of a gentle spring day as he watches his boyfriends dry each other off with playful antics.
Quietly, they decide to make the rest of the day, a lazy day.
Sapnap gets an overwhelming amount of attention. A constant string of praises and affection pour out of Dream and George’s mouth effortlessly.
They order some Chik-Fil-A, Sapnap’s favorite fast food and they make their way to their bed, turning on the projector and putting on a movie that can serve as white noise (they never end up watching movies, always busy kissing or talking to one another to pay attention to it).
When the doorbell rings, Dream is the one getting up and pressing a kiss to his boyfriends’ foreheads before leaving the room.
He pays for the food, grabbing an extra bottle of water from the kitchen before walking back into the bedroom. The actors on the wall are chatting to each other, talking about something along the lines of love and summer. But Dream’s eyes are focused on George and Sapnap who kiss each other slowly against the faint light of the projector.
It’s not the first time he’s seen this. Hell, they’ve had sex more times than they can count, his boyfriends have kissed and shown affection more times than Dream can wrap his head around, and still, Dream thinks they look like perfect, ethereal angels every time.
When his knees meet the bed, the pair turns their heads to him, giving him a swollen lazy smile. George drapes himself over Sapnap’s body, hands lazily grabbing at the bag of food.
“Food’s here, angels,” Dream whispers, not wanting to break whatever they had going on.
They dig into their food moments later, occasionally feeding each other and sharing fries. The domestic atmosphere has Dream’s chest melting with affection. And when George and Dream take turns to press a kiss onto Sapnap’s face, the long whine that’s pulled out of him makes his stomach flutter with butterflies.
They don’t talk much as they eat, instead, they let the soft, white noise of the movie playing fill the silence accompanied by giggles and lazy smiles.
When the food is all gone and eaten, they return back to laying comfortably with each other. Sapnap lays in the middle, face curling into George’s chest and Dream nips at his neck possessively.
“You’re so pretty, baby,” Dream mumbles, and seconds later, he feels heat radiating off of the raven’s neck. He smiles into his skin at the reaction, pressing himself closer and he hears George giggle lightly.
“Our pretty baby,” George says from the other side, and Sapnap whines loudly.
“Guys,” he drags out the word, and Dream laughs at the obvious pout on his lips.
“You love us,” Dream grins and flips over the raven. The boy’s face is lit bright pink and he rolls his eyes playfully.
“Of course I do,” Sapnap mumbles, fingers going to play with blond locks and Dream’s eyes flutter shut. “I love you more than you know.”
George and Dream share an affectionate smile before looking back down at the raven.
“We love you too.”