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Dream doesn't recognize the room he's in when he wakes up.
The nightmare that kicked Dream awake is already fading away while he scours the edges of the pitch dark room, but the terror stays rooted in his chest, his ears pricked up for the noise of redstone that announces a visitor to the prison, even tho he can't see lava. (Have his eyes failed him? Sir had threatened to rip them out, has he done it in his sleep? Has Dream been drugged again?-)
All that he finds is the muffled howling of the wind outside, and his own desperate panting.
A quiet shuffling noise comes from beside Dream and before he can flinch away a pair of hands- ...paws? Warp themselves around his body, sitting over Dream's heart. Dream covers them with his own, tracing the pads on each finger, trying to find something familiar that will tell him who this is. A second later they start gently applying pressure, trying to pull Dream back down from his sitting position. He lets them, despite the terrified whirlwind going on his head, and when he falls back into the bed (a bed. Not obsidian.), a body climbs over him, not restraining Dream like the Warden usually does, but setting it's weight on him.
"Dream?"
That's a voice he knows. It's not Sir, or the Warden, but Dream's sure he knows this voice. His head feels foggy, it's hard to make the connections he needs. Who else would be around? Who would visit Dream?
"Dream? Why are you up, it's the middle of the night."
Tommy!
It's Tommy's voice, that's who it is. But why the fuck is Tommy here? What happen? Where's the Warden? Where even are they?
Vaguely Dream can tell Tommy is still talking, but he's not registering any of what he says, still glancing around in a panic for the Warden, Dream's hands clenching at the bedding as he barely held back from hyperventilating, distantly feeling more then hearing Tommy sigh, and a second later there's lips on his.
The kiss is soft. It's a short thing, but the moment they split Tommy is already leaning back in, and there's nothing Dream can do but melt under it and Tommy's warm body, pressing him down to the bed like a weighted blanket, his frantic beating heart finally calming down.
It's easier to remember like this, when the hurricane in Dream's head is cut off by Tommy's lips. He's in the country Tubbo built after Dream went to prison (snow-something), he's being kept here by Tommy and Tubbo, and seemingly one else knows he's here, nor do the other two seem to intend to let them know. Sam doesn't have control over him. Quackity is not coming over to visit anymore.
The aftermath of Dream's panic leaves him exhausted, his limbs heavy as Tommy covers him, using his own furry body as a blanket despite the fact that they have plenty of furs on the bed. It feels weird to let himself go limp under someone else, specially Tommy of all people, but Dream is just way too tired to make a fuss about it. He's too tired to fight back.
It's easier to let Tommy kiss him as much as he wants while his eyes flutter, to let go his grip from the bed and set his hands at the fur in the middle of Tommy's back, to trace where it turns into skin while Tommy's paws knead at his chest.
Dream is safe for now. He can go back to sleep.
But Tommy doesn't seem to want to settle. It doesn't take long before his paws drift down to Dream's hips, sliding under his loose sleep pants and slowly pushing them down. The kisses stop as Tommy turns his attention down to Dream's clothes, his pants barely pushed his knees before Dream decides to intervene.
"What are you doing."
Dream's voice is rough with sleep and exhaustion and Tommy tenses up completely in response to it, his tail shooting up straight like a feather duster. Did he really think Dream had fallen asleep so quickly? Tommy's eyes glow in the low light like an animal's, bright blue iris consumed by his pupils and giving him a particularly stupid look as he looms over Dream with a face of a deer in the spotlight.
"I don't like sleeping naked Tommy. I know shifters prefer it and its more comfortable but I don't, okay? Stop doing that."
Tommy flops down on Dream with a whine, hiding his face in his neck. It had taken Sapnap and George years to get that Dream was very happy wearing pajamas and that the human was not going to choke or overheat or whatever in his sleep, so it didn't surprise him that Tommy would think the same, specially when Dream was fresh off a nightmare. He huffed as the other wiggled on top of Dream, trying to settle down again.
It was then that Dream's two remaining brain-cells created a singular spark, having a obvious moment of understanding as he felt Tommy's cock peaking out of it's sheath and poking Dream's now exposed cunt, sliding messily against his folds to his dick when Tommy ground his hips into him.
"TOMMY?!-"
That's when Tommy decides Dream needed more kisses actually, shutting him up with his lips against his and Dream's brain was left to race to catch up with what was happening and the fact that Tommy was kissing him. Had been kissing him for a while.
Dream pushed him away and Tommy whined again, but stopped moving, his ears drooping down as he looked up pleading at Dream, like Dream is evil and was being mean to him, instead of trying to catch his bearings when Tommy started trying to fuck him out of nowhere.
Dream squeezed his eyes closed for a moment, icy cold air slipping in-between their bodies helping ground him before he looked at Tommy again. He looks like a startled cat, and the needy cock hung in-between his furry legs only made the whole thing more ridiculous. But still, Tommy stayed still, giving Dream space.
"What... What the fuck are you doing."
Tommy flopped down over Dream again, his hips thankfully still this time as he gave the human his best puppy eyes.
"Trust me Dream, it's fine- its fineee, just let me knot you please? You'll feel better, you'll be safe, just please let me knot you please please please please-"
Dream closed his eyes again and did his best to ignore how Tommy wiggled a little bit. He had never been knotted before, but Dream lived with enough shifters in his life to walk in on some unfortunate moments. His friend's expressions had haunted him for days, their slack bodies and drowsy faces, relaxed completely in a way Dream hadn't allowed himself to be for a long time.
....Dream knew himself. He knew how his body wouldn't let him sleep after a nightmare, no matter how exhausted he got, and even if he was able to fall asleep there was always another night terror awaiting him.
Dream sighed, spreading his legs wider as he looked down at Tommy with tired half lidded eyes.
"Okay."
Tommy made a happy squeak before plunging into Dream in one go, punching the air out of him at the unexpected movement. Dream wrapped his legs around Tommy's hips, forcing him still so Tommy wouldn't get any ideas and decide he could pound Dream without giving him a second to breathe.
Tommy realized his mistake a bit too late, his ears pinning back as he kissed Dream in apology, his hips moving slowly when Dream relaxed his grip on him.
Tommy wasn't the best lover Dream ever had, but it was way better then Dream expected. Tommy was slow and soft and gentle, and Dream let himself melt on the comforting feeling of having someone close to him, of a touch that didn't hurt after so long, barely focusing on the pleasure itself.
It felt like Tommy came in no time at all, his knot popping as he filled Dream with a surprising amount of cum, making his stomach bulge slightly, and Dream kinda felt like he was startled into his own orgasm, the sharp pleasure after spending so much time soaking in comfort coming as a shock.
Tommy immediately slumped down onto Dream, despite both of their stomachs being dirty with Dream's cum (it would vanish in five minutes, but still), a drunkenly content expression on his face. Dream couldn't help but match the blonde's goofy smile. The knot was grounding, matched with Tommy's happy purrs it felt like slipping into a warm bath and having all his pains melt away.
Between one blink and another Tommy was asleep on top of Dream, and he felt himself quickly following, his head blessedly clear was he slipped into unconsciousness.