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The night air was cold, seeping through Wilbur’s trench coat to chill his skin. He didn’t plan for being out too long, his meeting should only be less than an hour. Being out with Dream too late at night didn’t seem like a smart idea, especially considering Wilbur hadn’t told anyone he was leaving. They all would’ve been too worried to let him go alone, and that would interfere with the arrangement he needs to make.
Wilbur would never meet Dream unless he had to. And tonight he had to. In order for Wilbur’s plan to work for his unfinished symphony he needed TNT, more specifically gunpowder, and Wilbur was far too busy to kill that many creepers. Dream surely had more than enough in his chests to supply him, they just had to come to an agreement over what exactly Wilbur would give him in return.
Following a barely walked path, Wilbur worked his way through the overgrowth of tree and bush leaves. He had no idea why Dream insisted on meeting somewhere so recluse. In case something went awry, he guessed.
Regardless of whatever bullshit Dream asked him for, Wilbur was set on not letting it go too wrong. He didn’t feel like losing all his belongings because he said the wrong thing and got Dream upset. Of course, he had his ideas to what to suggest, but Dream was a mysterious man, he couldn’t even guess what he’d want.
A few more minutes passed before Wilbur finally saw the clearing he had been told to wait at. An oak table set in the middle of the treeless circle, two chairs setting at opposite ends. And Dream was nowhere to be seen.
With a sigh, Wilbur walked over to the table, double checking that his belt – which held his sword – was securely on his waist. Even if Wilbur was to try his best to keep everything going okay, that didn’t guarantee Dream wouldn’t just start a fight over something small.
Sitting down on one of the chairs, Wilbur leaned against his hand, eyes scanning the trees for any sign of the netherite clad man. Annoyance beginning to fester with each passing minute. Wilbur didn’t want to be out until sunrise and the moon had already passed overhead.
Just because Dream was the owner of the server didn’t mean he had the right to keep Wilbur waiting for hours. Wilbur figured he’d just head back to the ravine if he takes too long. The wind was getting more sparse, at least it’d be slighter warmer while he waits. Still not pleasant.
The sound of a twig snapping made him jump, looking over to see a rabbit hopping near the edge of the clearing. But no Dream. Wilbur rolled his eyes, looking back over to the table.
Nearly screaming as he saw Dream stood beside the chair, gloved hand gripping the top bar of the headrest and leaning his weight against it. Wilbur wished he could read the man’s expression, but that stupid white mask was hiding his face, like always.
Even with his hatred for it, Wilbur began to wish he had worn at least a small amount of armor. Seeing Dream dressed in the familiar purple plates of armor, the black bodysuit he wore underneath peaking out from every joint and bend of his body. It made his nerves spike, even if it was the only thing Dream ever wore. The giant netherite ax held in his other hand definitely didn’t help anything.
“Hello Dream.” Wilbur greeted, his voice coming out surprisingly calm. Watching with intent focus as Dream slammed the ax into the ground, digging it in enough so it would stay even as he removed his hand. Dream sat down afterwards, sitting a bit sideways with one of his arms swung around the back of the chair.
Wilbur wished he could be so relaxed, but Dream knew who held the power in this exchange, they both did. Dream had no reason to be scared, or even worried.
“How may I help you, Wilbur.” Dream purred, his smirk clear in his voice. Tilting his head a bit to show that he had his full attention.
“You know why I’m here, Dream. Do you have the gunpowder? Like we discussed.” Wilbur asked, face monotone like his voice. He didn’t feel like playing whatever game Dream wanted to play. Wilbur just wanted to get this over with and head back.
Dream reached into his pocket, pulling out a tied bag and tossing it on the table. Leaning back in his seat as he held Wilbur’s eye contact, or Wilbur assumed he was looking at him.
“Exactly as you asked.” Dream hummed, moving his arms onto his lap and lacing his fingers together. Watching as Wilbur reached over to open the bag, checking that he wasn’t lying before setting it back down. “Now… for my end of the deal…”
Wilbur’s anxiety spiked again, this was the moment he had to worry about. Eyes fixed on Dream’s hand as he brought the bag back to his end of the table so Wilbur couldn’t just run off with it.
“Right, of course. What would you like?” Wilbur asked, attempting to sound as calm as possible. He crossed his legs, leaning his chin back on his palm as he waited for Dream’s response. His eyes widened as he watched Dream raise his hands, unbuckling his mask and latching it onto his belt.
Not many people had seen Dream’s face, and if they had it was never for extended periods of time. This was the first time Wilbur had ever seen it, not really sure how to react.
Dream looked nothing like he would have expected, he looked too… pretty. His face was dotted with freckles that trailed down to disappear underneath the turtleneck of his bodysuit. Green eyes pierced Wilbur’s brown ones, boring into his face to gage his reaction.
“I would like… well, you.” Dream grinned; pink lips stretched into a sharp expression. It was almost predatory, it made him feel uneasy. Wilbur didn’t fully understand the implications of what Dream was saying.
“Like, a fighting partner or something? Help you kill someone?” Wilbur shifted in his seat. Dream’s predatory smile never left, only dwindling slightly. Wilbur began to panic as Dream stood up, walking the few steps over to lean against the table, hands planted on the wood a few inches away from Wilbur. The new closeness gave Wilbur a view of the tent in the crotch of his bodysuit, a sizeable bulge straining against the fabric.
“Oh…”
“I can’t help but notice how good you look in those tight jeans of yours.” Dream spoke, watching the flush that began to cover Wilbur’s face. “And we all know of your little reputation.” He spoke through a laugh, biting his lip as he finished his sentence.
“You mean you want to…” Wilbur trailed off, averting his gaze to Dream’s hands. Instead focusing on the lithe pale fingers visible from the fingerless gloves, noting the chipped dark purple paint on his nails.
“I want your body, Will.” Dream finished, tired of just implying what he wanted. Wilbur tore his eyes away from his hands, searching his face for any signs of a joke. Complete seriousness, and wandering eyes that trailed down his body.
“Deal.”
Wilbur was instantly met with lips flush against his own, and hands gripping onto the collar of his t shirt pulling him closer. He blinked his eyes closed after a few moments of confusion, trying his best to keep up with the rough and hurried pace of Dream’s lips.
He wasn’t expecting Dream to jump him as soon as the word left his mouth. But he guessed Dream must have been desperate, considering he was quite excluded from the rest of the server.
A cool tongue was quick to poke out and wet his lips, Wilbur was quick to open his mouth letting Dream violate his mouth. Wilbur hesitantly brought his hands to Dream’s shoulders, a bit taken aback by the cold netherite. He couldn’t help but moan as Dream moved a hand to tangle in his brown curls, tugging harshly.
Wilbur was winded as Dream finally pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their lips. Dream looked entirely blissed out, licking his lips as he stared at Wilbur with lidded eyes.
“That was better than I could have imagined.” Dream stood back up, releasing his grip from Wilbur’s hair. Wilbur was still confused, staring up at him with wide eyes. Even more confused that Dream was turning away, there was no way he meant just a kiss. “Strip.” There it was.
“But it’s cold.” Wilbur complained, watching as Dream unclipped the faux – maybe faux – ender eye clip holding his cloak together. He hung it on the handle of his ax before turning back to Wilbur.
“I do not care. If you want the gunpowder then you’ll strip and take what I give you.” Dream ordered, a stern expression on his face. Wilbur found himself missing the look of bliss he was previously given. “Like a good boy.” He added after a few moments as Wilbur slowly slipped his coat off.
Wilbur’s face heated up at the added comment. He much preferred being degraded but praise was still welcomed. Still, Wilbur made no extra efforts to speed up his stripping. Slowly, he pulled his white shirt off, hanging it over the backrest with his coat.
The cold wind was attacking his skin, instantly perking his nipples up as they hit the air. Dream was only watching, sitting back in his chair – which he had pulled out from the table to be more in view – not even bothering to strip.
Fidgeting with the button of his pants, his eyes fixated on the way Dream’s legs were spread out, giving him the perfect view of his erection that was straining against his tight bodysuit. Wilbur stood up to push his jeans down his long legs, struggling to take his boots off quickly before folding his pants and laying them with his other clothes.
Wilbur looked back at Dream for approval, subconsciously bringing his hands to cover the bulge in his underwear. Dream raised an eyebrow at him.
“Fully.” Dream added, looking at Wilbur expectantly. Wilbur stuttered to argue only to stop himself at the sharp glare he received. Flicking his eyes to stare at anything other than the man watching him, he began to push his underwear down, face burning red as his cock jumped out. Once he had set his underwear down with his other belongings, Wilbur looked back at him.
Relief washed over him at the way Dream grinned at him, clearly finally satisfied. Wilbur had never felt more vulnerable, he was standing completely naked – in the middle of the woods – in front of a fully clothed man covered in netherite armor. Moving his hand back to cover his now exposed dick, he waited for Dream’s next command, ignoring the way his eyes raked over his body.
“Come here.” Dream ordered, moving his fingers in a come-hither motion. Wilbur hesitantly walked over to stand only a few inches away, stopping to stand between Dream’s spread legs. “What a pretty boy.” Warm gloved hands met the skin of his waist, making Wilbur flinch. Dream’s movements were surprisingly soft as they traced up and down the curve of his waist. “I didn’t bring any lube. But I fully intend to fuck you.”
Wilbur’s eyes widened as he looked down, he was not about to take what looked to be an above average cock completely dry. “You aren’t fucking me dry.” Wilbur put his foot down, he didn’t care if he pissed Dream off at this point. He only hoped he’d settle with a nice blowjob instead.
“Turn around.” Dream ordered, watching Wilbur fumble before eventually doing it. If anything even touched his asshole he’d be shoving the shorter off. Hands returned to his waist, moving down to smooth over the soft expanse of his hips and ass, squeezing it lightly. “It won’t be dry.” Dream whispered as he spread his cheeks apart.
Just as Wilbur was about to protest or even respond he felt a tongue lick his hole. A loud moan was ripped from his throat, placing a hand on the table beside them to steady himself. Out of the long lists of things Wilbur had done, this wasn’t on it. Not that he was opposed.
Dream continued to lap at his rim, slowly loosening him up. His hands harshly gripping at Wilbur’s hips, keeping him pressed to his mouth. Wilbur bent over slightly, arching into Dream’s touch, biting back moans as he began to suck softly at his rim.
Doing the best he could with the grip on his hips, he spread his legs a bit, giving the other man better access to eat him out. Dream moaned softly in thanks, happy that he was actually into this. The tip of Dream’s tongue began to experimentally pushed past the tight ring of muscle, moaning as Wilbur clenched at the intrusion.
“D-dream, y’know I could just – fuck – suck you off or something. You don’t- you don’t have to do this.” Wilbur struggled to speak through his moans, trying his best to be quiet. He didn’t want Dream to know just how much he was enjoying this.
“Want to… want to eat you out.” Dream pulled away temporarily before immediately pushing his tongue back in. He was acting like he was eating a five-star meal. The occasional moan Dream let out sent vibrations through Wilbur’s body, furthering his pleasure.
Wilbur gave up on holding himself back, beginning to grind his hips back against Dream’s tongue, chasing every bit of pleasure he could get. His moans turned more into whines as he felt himself get close, his cock hanging heavy between his legs, dripping precum onto the ground beneath him.
“M’close, please don’t stop.” Wilbur whined, shutting his eyes tightly as he fully let himself indulge. His legs began to shake as Dream kept working his mouth so perfectly.
Dream gave one more light suck and a kiss before pulling away, causing Wilbur to whine. He chuckled as he lightly slapped his ass, placing a few chaste kisses to his ass, moving to his upper back as he stood up.
“Why?” Wilbur’s question was high pitched and drawn out, almost breathy as he attempted to steady his breathing. Dream laughed as he began sucking marks into the side of his neck, smoothing his hands over his ass.
“Poor baby. You’ll be okay, we have other things to get to.” Dream mumbled, sinking his teeth down where Wilbur’s neck met his shoulder. Wilbur moaned, bucking his hips back, taking pride in the moan Dream let out. Dream took that as an invitation to steadily grind his clothed cock against his ass.
Dream’s moans were strained, trying his best to hold back his noises. Even with him trying to hold back moans still slipped through his gritted teeth, his hips picking of speed. His hands were tight on Wilbur’s hips, keeping him from pushing back.
Suddenly he stilled and Wilbur almost thought that he had came in his pants. Thankfully Dream pulled back only to grab something from his inventory, as Wilbur tried to look, he was interrupted by Dream turning him and shoving him to lay his upper body on the table. Wilbur huffed but stayed put as Dream shuffled behind him.
A few moments passed before the sound of Velcro being undone caught his attention, only managing to see a glove being placed on the table before something – he assumed it was finger – began rubbing at his hole. “We don’t have lube-“ Wilbur interrupted himself with a moan as it easily sunk in, it was wet, maybe even a bit cold but it was hard to notice with the wind blowing on his nude body.
“Yeah, I do.” Dream hummed, already beginning to thrust his finger inside the man. Wilbur used all his energy to look back behind him, seeing an open bottle of lube setting beside the discarded glove.
“You lied.” Wilbur whined. Although he really couldn’t care about it, the thick finger stuffing him was more worthy of his attention. Dream increased the speed a little, aiming for his prostate.
“Sorry baby, just wanted an excuse to eat you out. You really think I wouldn’t be prepared to fuck you? To fuck you properly, just like you deserve?” Dream leaned down to speak into his ear, causing shivers to trail up Wilbur’s spine. Loud moans filed the air as Dream hit his prostate with each thrust. “Oh, come on now. Even whores deserve a good fuck.” Wilbur almost came from finally getting the degradation he’d been craving, moans even louder than before.
“More, fuck, more please?” Wilbur begged, nails scraping against the table as his hips bucked back into Dream’s hand. Dream chuckled lowly in his ear, nipping at the shell of his ear.
“You like being called names? Like being reminded just how much of a slut you are?” Dream teased, lips brushing against Wilbur’s ear. Wilbur’s breathing picked up, moans becoming more frequent. “Aw, you do. How cute. What a cute little whore.” Dream added another finger, beginning to scissor them shortly after. “Fuck, you take me well. Can’t even imagine how good you’ll take my cock.”
“M’close.” Wilbur whispered, tears pricking his eyes as he began to reach his peak once again, hoping that Dream will let him cum this time. “May I cum? Please? I’ll be good, promise.” He begged, grinding his hips back.
“I still have to fuck you, sweetheart.” Dream reminded pointedly, not slowing his fingers. Wilbur whined, biting his lip as a gloved hand wrapped around his cock, lightly squeezing the base.
“I can cum again.” Wilbur huffed, voice straining as he tried to hold himself back. Then Dream began stroking his cock, quite fast.
“Go ahead.” And Wilbur did almost instantly, back arching as Dream continued to work him through his high. Cum painted the edge of the table and the grass below, some getting on Dream’s hand.
Wilbur tried to regain his breath as Dream finally pulled away, he moved to lean up on his elbows. Looking back at Dream, his mouth hung open as he watched him remove his green and gold-plated belt, unzipping a hidden zipper. Wilbur could feel his mouth watering as Dream pulled his cock out, watching as he slicked up with lube before returning his attention back to Wilbur.
“You ready Will?” Dream asked, moving to press his tip against his hole. Wilbur could only nod, moaning softly at the sensitivity from such a light touch. As Dream began pushing in, Wilbur realized he was much bigger than he had anticipated. Thank prime Dream was taking his time, slowly sinking into him.
Dream’s moans were breathy, his head tilted back slightly as he pushed in. Breath knocking out of him as Wilbur abruptly pushed back, taking an inch without warning. His nails dug into the soft skin of his hips, trying to adjust to the sudden tight heat wrapped around almost his entire cock. “Don’t. Do. That.” Dream said through gritted teeth. The tone made Wilbur whine, burying his face in his arms.
“S-sorry, you’re just being slow… I can take more.” Wilbur mumbled, glancing back to see Dream’s eyes shut tight.
“Have you considered that you’re tight? That I’m trying my best not to cum as soon as I get in you?” Dream leaned down, bringing a hand up to entangle in Wilbur’s hair. The grip was tight, pulling Wilbur’s head up a little.
“N-no…” Wilbur mumbled. Dream pressed a quick kiss under his ear before loosening his grip and letting Wilbur’s head fall back to his arms. With one more deep breath Dream began pushing in once again, the hand still on his hip tightening once more, it was most definitely going to leave a mark. As he bottomed out, he released the grip from Wilbur’s hair entirely, moving it down to push between his shoulders, keeping him still as Dream took in the full heat.
Wilbur couldn’t help but moan as Dream seated himself fully inside of him, balls pressed against his taint. The weight of Dream pushing down on his back mixing with the pleasure made him feel winded, overwhelmed as the breath entering his lungs was limited. He whined lowly after a minute or two, tightening his hole as much as he could. Nails grazed his back, a warning to what would happen if he did that again.
“Patience. I know you’re a needy slut but you will wait until I’m ready.” Dream practically growled, closing his eyes as he attempted to gather himself. Wilbur huffed quietly, to which Dream decided to ignore it. Reopening his eyes, he let himself fully take in the sight below him, taking in the soft pale expanse of the older’s back all the way down to his ass.
“Mph, please. Taking too long.” Wilbur finally spoke again, trying his best to move back against the grip. Dream hummed, deciding that he’d waited long enough, and he might just not get used to him. One last deep breath and Dream slowly pulled out halfway, feeling the drag of Wilbur’s walls pull against his cock. A relieved moan escaping the other from the movement after so long.
“Look at you, already came and yet you’re still begging for more. Pathetic, don’t you think?” Dream taunted, leaning more of his weight onto the taller. Wilbur moaned pornographically, eyes shutting. “I asked you a question. Are you going to answer?”
“Y-es! Please, fuck, I’m pathetic! Don’t stop- don’t stop.” Wilbur rambled, begging incessantly. He was baffled by how clearly Dream could speak during this, somehow getting every word out clearly while he was struggling to say even one.
Wilbur whined as Dream increased the speed of his thrusts, pulling out slow and thrusting back in fast and hard, hitting his prostate dead on. He could feel the throb of Dream’s cock when he pushed in. “Faster, faster. Mm, please, fuck, need more.” Wilbur didn’t care about his dignity right now, all he cared about was getting to cum again and pulling the pretty strained noises out of the blonde.
And Dream so eagerly obliged, dismissing the previous slow pull out and switching to fast in and fast out. The hand on his back moved down to his ass, squeezing the flesh there momentarily before moving to trace over the bones of the front of his hips, squeezing the base of his cock teasingly. Wilbur felt his second orgasm quickly approaching as Dream thumbed his slit, his nail threatening the sensitive skin.
“Ohh, close. Don’t stop, just like that. Right. There.” Wilbur tried to find a grip on the oak table, scratching his nails on the smooth surface as he attempted to ground himself. Dream moaned, loud and strained as he tried to hold it back, keeping his hips at the same pace as his hand moved to fully stroke his cock once again, feeling it pulse in his hand. “M-may I cum, Dream?”
“Aw, only since you asked so politely. Go ahead, baby.” Dream tried his best to keep his voice level, struggling more as he neared his end. Wilbur’s moans got higher as he came once again, covering Dream’s hand this time. His own thrusts got sloppier as he struggled to hold back, he wanted this to last as long as it could. But his own attempts could only last so long. “Can I c-cum in you? Don’t feel like you need to say yes.”
“Yes! Please, fill me up! Need it so bad.” Wilbur’s voice was raw and broken as he agreed, more so begged actually. Dream pushed in as quick as he could, burying himself in as deep as he could before letting go. He couldn’t hold back once he heard how fucked out the others voice was.
Wilbur was practically sobbing as he begged, blissed out from every sensation. Dream gave one last hard thrust, hitting the deepest he had all night as he came. Hot, sticky cum filled his hole, making him bite down on his arm to keep from moaning, refusing to let Dream know he enjoyed that so much. Drool leaked out of his mouth onto his arm as Dream collapsed onto him, chest pressed flush against his back. Wilbur could feel how heavy Dream’s breathing was, about the same level as his own.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, simply breathing in tandem. The air was silent, wind cooling their sweaty bodies. Wilbur was beyond thankful the wind had died down so it wasn’t so unbearable, especially as he was completely naked. Dream’s armor chest plate pressed harshly into his back, becoming more aware of it as he came to it, coming out of the post orgasm fog.
Eventually Wilbur reached his arm around to tap at Dreams thigh, signaling for him to get off. Dream quickly got the hint, pushing himself off the taller and standing up straight. Wilbur took a deep breath as he stood up, getting a full breath of air for the first time since Dream had his cock in him.
Dream hummed as Wilbur tapped on his thigh, pulling out slowly as he stood up. He watched with lidded eyes as Wilbur stood up as well, watching the cum that dripped out of him. It took everything in his willpower to not reach down and stuff it back in. Pushing away the thought, Dream placed his hands on the older’s waist gently, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder.
Wilbur hummed softly in response before walking over to the chair with his clothes on it, limping slightly as he had to keep a hand pressed to the table to keep his balance. It was late and both of them were tired and fucked out, too spent to exchange any conversation afterwards. Dream tucked his cock back in his suit, zipping himself up before watching Wilbur get dressed lazily.
Once Wilbur had pulled his shirt on and buckled his belt back up, they finally met each other’s eyes. Both were quite content, the predatory look long gone from Dream’s gaze since he’d gotten what he wanted.
“Did I earn the gunpowder?” Wilbur broke the silence, voice raw and strained. Dream only chuckled, leaning over to grab the bag, retying it before tossing it to the taller.
“You more than earned it.” Dream assured, adjusting his armor before gripping the handle of his ax, pulling it out of the ground. “Let me know if you need anymore.” He winked before slinging it over his shoulder and turning around, disappearing into the trees.
Wilbur didn’t know if he meant more gunpowder or more sex but either way, he was most definitely going to be his first option.