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Dream has become quite comfortable sharing a bed with Scar, which Scar rather enjoyed. It was lovely being able to snuggle up with a cute young man, and his thoughts often went to the sorts of things they could do together in bed, but he was content to simply hold Dream and fall asleep with him. He wasn’t going to push for anything if Dream didn’t want that.
Still, the fantasies were there. It was hard not to think about it with the way Dream often moved to press his back against Scar’s front, nestling his butt right into Scar’s crotch, so they were often very intimately spooning. Scar had to restrain himself from placing a hand on Dream’s hip and pulling him into a gentle grind.
They’ve talked about sex a few times. Dream said he was a virgin. He made out with a friend once, way back when he was first figuring out his sexuality, and though said friend had climbed in his lap and seemed eager for more, Dream had been too shy to keep going. And as he had kissed the friend while hanging out in his room at home, he didn’t want his homophobic father to catch him doing anything, so he had quickly pushed the boy off his lap.
Dream said he hasn’t gotten any further chances to do anything with anyone. He ran from home, and hasn’t attempted to form a relationship with anyone. He couldn’t focus on that. He just had to survive.
Scar has offered to sleep with him, but Dream always became flustered and turned him down, but they weren’t hard rejections. He seemed interested. He just wasn’t ready yet. Scar was patient. He would wait until Dream was comfortable enough to try it.
It was another night and Dream was holding out his hand, inviting Scar to come lay down with him. Scar took his hand, smiling at him, curious when he saw Dream blushing lightly. They tended to alternate between whose room they slept in, and this time, they went to Dream’s room. They climbed into bed together, and once they were under the covers, Dream moved so Scar was again spooning him.
Dream made a content noise and Scar carefully moved his hand to rest it on Dream’s hip. Dream stayed relaxed, so Scar slid his hand under the hem of Dream’s pajama shirt so he could touch skin.
Dream made a small noise but didn’t seem against it, he was just surprised. A few moments passed quietly, then Dream sighed and shifted slightly.
“Um… Scar?” he asked quietly.
“Yes?” Scar replied. He moved his fingers lightly against Dream’s side, finding the ridge of his pelvis and stroking it.
Dream made another noise, then said, “I’m… well, you know how we’ve talked about… maybe sleeping together, one day?”
“Yeah?” Scar pressed a little closer, wanting to signal his interest. He pushed up a bit on an arm so he could lean his head over Dream’s, nuzzling him.
Dream’s breath caught. “I was wondering… can we do something? Just, I’m kinda hard, and I keep… thinking about you. Ugh, this is embarrassing.”
“No,” Scar said, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “It’s sweet. Of course we can do something, I promised we could when you were ready. What do you have in mind?”
“I don’t know,” Dream said. “I thought maybe… you could decide?”
Scar was already interested, but that sent a jolt of heat to his cock and he felt himself stir. “Oh?” he chirped. He ran his hand down from Dream’s hip, going to his front and slipping into his pants. He was wearing boxers, and Scar elected not to push his hand into those yet, but he did move to palm his cock through the fabric. Dream shivered against him, making a soft, pleasured sound. “You want me to decide? You want me to be in charge, hm?”
“Y-yeah, please,” Dream begged.
Scar has talked with him briefly of his own interests, but he wondered if Dream knew just how many of Scar’s kinks he was already hitting.
“Just listen to you,” Scar purred, feeling out the shape of him, loving the way he grew harder in response to the petting. “Wanting to be taken over for a bit, hm? You want to be controlled? Told what to do?”
“Yes,” Dream moaned, hips bucking into Scar’s hand.
Scar licked his lips, then moved his hand away. Dream was breathing harder, but Scar didn’t give him much time to catch his breath before he was sliding Dream’s pants down from his hips along with his boxers, then he reached in to ease his cock out.
“Alright, ssh,” Scar murmured as he wrapped fingers around him. “Let me take care of you.”
Dream groaned and nodded. “Please.”
Scar felt along him, brushing his fingers through curly pubic hair at his base, then sliding his fingers up to his head, exploring it. He was cut, and Scar teased along where he knew the scar would be, and Dream trembled, mewling needfully.
“I know,” Scar said, taking him properly in hand and stroking up and down. “You need this, huh? It’s okay, relax. Enjoy it.” He brushed his lips along Dream’s ear. “Good boy.”
Dream moaned at that, and Scar could feel that he was fully hard now, even starting to drip a bit of precum. After a moment of thought, Scar briefly let go of him to toss the covers back, not wanting them to get messed up, though if he did end up having to wash them, he wouldn’t mind. He moved a leg over Dream’s and then rolled both of them slightly so Scar was more on his back, Dream on top of him, and kept jerking him off.
“Nngh, Scar…” Dream rocked his hips, tentatively at first, then more confidently as Scar easily followed the rhythm.
“You sound so pretty,” Scar praised, using Dream’s pre to slick his fingers and stroke a little more firmly. Scar adored vocal partners and Dream definitely was one. Scar didn’t need long to find exactly the rhythm Dream liked, where to put pressure, where to keep his touch light… and his efforts had Dream helpless in his hands, shaking and moaning out Scar’s name.
Scar almost wanted to spin him around to straddle him, so he could see his face, but he was happy with this. If Dream wanted more, they could do something different next time. He kissed Dream’s ear, down his neck, and Dream tilted his head, offering more skin. Scar dragged his teeth against his neck, and wondered if Dream would be into biting. He didn’t do it though, instead just gripping a patch of skin in his teeth and sucking.
“A-ah, Scar,” Dream groaned plaintively, sounding a little pained even by that, but he didn’t struggle away.
“You can tell me not to do that if you don’t like it,” Scar said, licking the spot.
“N-no, it’s okay, you can do it. Hurts, but it’s kinda hot.”
Scar wondered where Dream’s limits may lie when it came to pain. Might be something to explore. Scar certainly liked it rough, but he could enjoy gentleness too. He was pretty adaptable to what his partners wanted.
“In that case.” Scar kissed his neck. “I might do that again. How about this, if you want me to stop doing something, you can tap any part of my body three times, or just say no. Okay?”
“Okay,” Dream agreed.
Scar bit into his neck. Dream jolted, hissing through clenched teeth, but when Scar kept pumping his hand along him, the sound melted into a moan and he relaxed back against Scar once more. Scar suckled at his skin, knowing this one would bruise and wanting to see that mark on his pale skin.
Dream squirmed, his voice sounding breathier as he arched slightly and said, “I’m close, Scar, aah…”
“Yeah? Good,” Scar hummed, moving his hand faster. “Come for me, love.”
Dream’s hips jerked, losing their rhythm, and then he was coming with a cry. Scar jacked him through it, enjoying how he whimpered as it tipped from pleasurable to overstimulating, but even as Scar kept going, Dream didn’t tell him no or tap out. Possibilities swirled through his head, Dream could make a very nice submissive. But they weren’t at that level yet, and Scar wanted him to think fondly of this first time together. So he stopped, letting go of Dream and lightly brushing his fingers along him as he softened, before resting that hand on his hip.
Scar gave him a few moments to catch his breath, then nuzzled his neck and said, “How was that?”
“That…” Dream swallowed, and a small shiver went through him. “That was amazing.”
Scar smiled and eased Dream over onto the bed on his back, then moved over him, looking him over. Dream’s shirt had rode up slightly but he had still finished against it, and Scar made a mental note to take it off him and wash it. But for now he wanted to check in on the other.
Dream’s eyes were half-lidded, a bright flush across his cheeks, and he looked quite blissed out. Scar leaned down to kiss him, and Dream sleepily draped his arms around him as he kissed back. It was light but affectionate, and Scar could hear him humming happily. It made Scar feel good. He did well.
When they separated, Dream smiled at him, then yawned, and Scar chuckled. He wasn’t surprised that he was tired. But then Dream moved his hand to Scar’s stomach, stroking gently down toward the hem of his pants.
“Your turn,” Dream said.
“You don’t need to,” Scar replied.
“Yeah, but I want to,” Dream said. So Scar stayed still, wanting to see what Dream’s style was like. Dream looked bashful as he felt along Scar’s waistband, then pressed a hand to him over the fabric. Scar leaned into the touch and Dream’s fingers flexed, then stroked him. Scar wasn’t fully hard yet but it wouldn’t take him long now that Dream was focusing his attention on him like this.
Dream moved his other hand like he was going to pull Scar’s pants down, then hesitated.
“Here, it’s okay,” Scar said, pushing them down himself and letting himself out. He took Dream’s hand, squeezing it in reassurance. “What do you want to do? You want to jerk me off?”
Dream bit his lip, nodding. His gaze flicked between Scar’s face and his groin. Scar guided his hand over, encouraging him to touch him. Dream looked so nervous, but was willing, and it turned Scar on. It’s been some time since Scar was someone’s first, he had almost forgotten the thrill of someone offering themselves up to him like this, not sure what to expect, but trusting him to take care of them anyway.
“There you go, that’s good,” Scar said as Dream felt along him. He seemed curious when he reached Scar’s head, thumbing along his foreskin where it had retracted. Scar was glad that he didn’t seem bothered by the difference between them; some people could be really weird about it.
“How do you like it?” Dream asked after a few moments, looking back at Scar’s face.
Still wanting to be led, even now. Scar liked that. He gripped Dream’s hand and showed him how to wrap his fingers around him the way Scar liked, then Scar led him into a good, slow pace.
“Oh, you like it slow, huh?” Dream asked. His face was still very red.
“Mhm,” Scar agreed. “I’m in no hurry. I want to enjoy this with you.”
Dream chuckled, giving Scar an adoring look. Scar was sure he fell even more in love with him in that moment. They kept their hands together as Dream kept going. It felt good, but Scar especially loved the intimacy of it. After a while, Scar drew them into a slightly faster rhythm, and squeezed Dream’s fingers to get him to tighten his grip a little. Dream did and Scar moaned, eyes falling shut. He was getting close.
“Will it, ah… bother you if I come on you?” Scar asked.
“Um?” Dream tilted his head, then said, “No, I don’t think so.”
“Alright. I always ask, people have different preferences about it.” Scar moved his hips, getting into it as he rutted against their hands. Dream’s palm was sweaty, making the glide smoother, and Scar groaned in approval. Tension coiled in his gut, he felt the familiar tightening in his balls, then he was finishing. Most of it got on Dream’s hand, as he was stroking over Scar’s tip, but then Dream moved his hand away and the rest got on Dream’s front.
Scar kept holding Dream’s hand as he came down from his high, panting softly. Then he opened his eyes to look down at Dream.
Dream was watching him with a soft expression.
“You good?” Dream asked.
“I’m wonderful.” Scar leaned down to nuzzle him, then kiss him.
The kiss didn’t last long, as they were both rather tired. They separated and Scar lifted Dream’s hand, licking it clean. Dream’s eyes widened and he made a flustered noise, almost a squeak.
“What?” Scar asked, wiggling his hips playfully.
“That’s… kinda gross, isn’t it?” Dream said, though he seemed unable to look away from Scar’s tongue.
Scar stopped licking and moved Dream’s hand toward his face. “Oh come now, Dream. I’m an adult. And the taste of cum doesn’t bother me. You can try it, if you like. It’s not bad, I promise. Just different. And don’t worry, I’m clean.”
Dream hesitated and Scar thought he wouldn’t want to do it. Which was fine, Scar could clean himself up. But then his heart raced as Dream ducked his head and his tongue glanced over his own palm. He blinked, and made a face. “Weird.”
“It can definitely taste weird,” Scar agreed.
Dream finished cleaning his hand off and then wiped it off against his shirt, looking unsure as he licked at the inside of his mouth, but he didn’t seem disgusted.
“It’s an acquired taste,” Scar said, which made Dream laugh. “Now, let me get you out of that dirty shirt, and maybe we can take a bath together, hm?”
“A bath?” Dream asked, raising his arms to let Scar pull his shirt off.
“We’re covered in sweat, and other things,” Scar said, walking his fingers along the bit of Dream’s stomach he had come against. “So yes, I’m afraid. Just a quick bath, then we can go back to bed.”
“Alright,” Dream said.
Scar helped him up, the two undressing as they walked, and Scar went ahead and tossed their clothes into the washing machine and ran a small load. Then he took Dream into the bathroom and started filling the tub with warm water.
Dream seemed a little shy about being naked with him, keeping himself turned away. Scar reached over to pat his thigh, but wasn’t going to force him to show himself if he didn’t want to. When the water was high enough, Scar turned it off and eased into the tub. It felt nice and he sighed out as he sank into it. Then he looked at Dream, who was looking at him nervously.
“Want me to close my eyes while you get in?” Scar asked.
Dream shook his head, squaring his shoulders. “No. It’s okay.” He walked over and climbed in, sitting across from Scar. “I don’t know why I’m still shy. We just jerked each other off.”
“Ah, well.” Scar shrugged. “People have different comfort zones. I was jerking you off but you still had a lot of clothes on. It’s okay to still be nervous about showing me your body. But I promise I’ll never disrespect you. I want you to be comfortable. So we can take things at whatever pace you like.”
“So…” Dream lightly swirled the water around his fingers, then scrubbed at his hand, looking at it rather than Scar. “You want to do more with me?”
“Sure,” Scar said easily. “I love you. There’s all sorts of things I’d like to do with you. And if you want those things too, I would be happy to do so. You know how I’ve spoken of BDSM?”
Dream nodded, looking at him curiously.
“I think you’d enjoy aspects of it,” Scar said. “How do you feel about subbing for me one day?”
“Subbing?” Dream tilted his head.
“Submitting. I’m a dom, or dominant. It means I like to lead, to be the one in charge and craft scenes for us to enjoy together. And as my sub, you would listen to me and let me lead you through whatever scenes I have in mind. Of course you don’t have to truly do anything you don’t want. I would negotiate with you first, figure out all your limits. If I’m going to expect you to trust me, I need to prove I’m worthy of your trust. But then, if we do scenes together? Yes, I would be in charge, and I’d want you to respect me by obeying.”
“That sounds… really intense,” Dream commented.
“It can be, yes. Which is why I wouldn’t want that for us unless you really want it too, and understand what you’re agreeing to. Still, I think you’d settle in nicely as a sub. I’ve had some very nice fantasies about it already, after how sweet you were with me earlier.” Scar rested his head on his hand as he smiled at the other. “You on your knees for me, waiting for orders. Offering up your hands, or your mouth, to please me.”
Dream was blushing again. “That sounds… good, actually. Fun. I think… I’d like that. But you’d have to teach me about it. I don’t know a lot about BDSM.”
“I’ll be happy to teach you,” Scar said. “And you can look information up on your own too. I want you to ask questions. I would never want anyone to go into this blind. But mm.” Scar leaned forward, finding Dream’s leg where it rested underwater and stroking it. “You’d look good in ropes too.”
He didn’t seem to know how to respond to that, but judging from his body language, he wasn’t opposed. Scar moved closer and got some soap, washing him off. He was a little tense at first, but then relaxed for it and began returning the favor, scrubbing Scar down too.
They talked a little more of BDSM while cleaning off and Dream was definitely interested, just nervous. He was open to more vanilla sex though, confessing that he’s kinda wondered what getting a blowjob was like, and would possibly want to learn how to give one himself.
Scar promised that he could teach him about both, once again flustering him. Scar was delighted to be with someone inexperienced, who he could so easily turn red with the right words. He was going to have a lot of fun with Dream.
As he was cleaning along Dream’s hips and thighs, he could tell he was turning the other on again. Ah, the recovery time of young men.
“O-oh, sorry,” Dream said as he noticed too, shifting his hips like he wanted to pull away.
“Nothing to apologize for,” Scar said, slowing his hands to a sensual pace. He moved them around behind Dream, squeezing his butt, and his hips twitched. “Hm, might be a good time to show you what a blowjob is like. What do you say?”
“Here? Now? Really?” Dream stared at him.
“Sure. Okay, here…” Scar moved to kneel in front of him. “There should be room for you to sit on the back of the tub, so why don’t you get comfortable and spread your legs for me, hm? And just let me take care of you.”