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It had been a long, annoying day, so Scar was glad to be home. He stepped inside and smiled as he was greeted by Dream as usual, but Dream must have caught something in his expression, because he asked, “Is everything okay?”
“Oh, fine,” Scar said. “Just… it was a long day. Not sure I want to get into it all right now.”
“Aw.” Dream stood, walking over to him. “Is there anything that’ll make you feel better?”
“Well. A blowjob wouldn’t hurt,” Scar said, smirking, but mostly joking.
Only to be pleasantly surprised when Dream dropped to his knees in front of him. His cock twitched and he watched in amazement as Dream’s hands went to the fly of his pants.
“I can help with that,” Dream said, feeling out the shape of him with a palm and giving him a squeeze.
Scar groaned, his irritation fading as heat burned in his gut. “You’re… very sweet, but- here?” He looked around, thinking that it was the first time Dream has initiated something like this in the living room. He saw Jellie on her cat tree and blushed. “In front of Jellie?”
Dream laughed. “I don’t think she minds. Though… actually, I think we should move to the couch. Let me lay you down.” He stood, gathering up handfuls of Scar’s coat and tugging him over toward the couch.
Scar went, surprised by Dream taking the lead like this but not at all opposed. He looked over his shoulder and called, “Jellie, look away!”
She meowed and kept looking out the window.
Then Scar was being pushed down onto the couch, and while Dream wasn’t particularly forceful, Scar could still feel the need behind the movement. He didn’t fight, laying down on his back and watching as Dream climbed up between his legs, licking his lips as he looked him over.
“Well, hello there,” Scar said, chuckling.
“Hey,” Dream replied. Now that Scar was really getting a look at him, he realized he was wearing his usual daytime outfit when he didn’t plan on going out anywhere. A large hoodie that went far past his waist and no pants, instead just having on comfortable socks. He probably had underwear on, but then, Scar could never be sure. Perhaps he could check later.
Dream helped Scar get his coat off and draped it over the back of the couch, then he was palming his crotch once more.
It felt good, but frustrating, and Scar groaned again as his inseam dug against his cock, which was hardening fast. This level of attention and intent from Dream was so hot.
Dream undid his fly and Scar lifted his hips so Dream could slide his pants and underwear down enough to let his cock out. Dream’s gaze was downright hungry as he looked Scar over, and Scar reflected on how far Dream’s come since the first few times they had sex. Dream was very nervous at the start, but he had quickly found an enjoyment for giving blowjobs, and Scar has enjoyed teaching him and watching him improve. He was pretty sure it was an oral fixation of some sort, since Dream would also happily cockwarm him for however long Scar wanted.
Now, it was very satisfying seeing Dream take charge of his sexuality like this.
Dream didn’t tease, either. Where Scar was expecting him to start off with kisses or maybe licks, Dream skipped right to sliding his lips around Scar’s tip and bobbing his head.
“Oh!” Scar arched, the sensation so sudden that it sent a bolt of heat through him. He trembled, trying to get used to it, and Dream leaned back and licked over his slit before going back down. It was a lot to feel at once but he was into it, and he slowly settled, moaning as he got used to the warmth of Dream’s mouth.
Dream moaned too, lowering himself further over Scar’s lap as he swallowed him deeper. He kept a hand around Scar’s base, slowly jerking him off as he sucked him off, and his other hand rested on Scar’s hip.
Scar wasn’t thinking at all about work anymore. He was thinking about how good Dream’s mouth felt, the way his tongue pressed just right against him, he gathered up Dream’s hair in his fingers and sighed in pleasure at how Dream hummed around him. Dream went even lower and Scar’s gut tightened when he felt the back of Dream’s throat, thinking back to when he first taught Dream to fully swallow him back. And Dream did it flawlessly now, leaning back for a quick inhale before taking Scar in and swallowing. Scar moaned out Dream’s name as Dream’s throat tightened around him, and Dream’s hand moved away from his base as Dream took him deeper.
“So good- such a good boy,” Scar praised.
Dream shivered. Scar smiled, loving how he responded to praise. He was sure Dream was hard too by now, but Scar would take care of that for him later.
Scar kept his hands on Dream’s head, not really leading the pace, but wanting Dream to feel him there, knowing he liked the connection.
Dream kept Scar deep in his throat as he bobbed his head now, guiding him in and out easily, and Scar gave in to his quickly building arousal. His balls tightened and he patted Dream’s hair, then warned him, “I’m gonna come.”
As expected, Dream kept going, patting his hip to tell him to go ahead. Still, Scar always let him know anyway. It was just courtesy.
His hips lifted as he finished, gasping slightly as he did. He really needed this. It felt like all his stress went with it as he spent himself down Dream’s throat.
Dream was panting when he lifted his head. His face was flushed, pupils blown with lust, and Scar’s heart raced. That was an expression that made Scar just want to pin him down and destroy him.
“Feel better?” Dream asked, casually wiping his mouth off with the side of his hand.
“Mm. Yeah,” Scar purred, feeling relaxed and warm all over. He rested a hand on Dream’s thigh. “That was just what I was needing.”
Dream smiled. “Good. Sorry that work sucked.”
“It happens. I can deal with it. Especially when I have something like this to look forward to.” Scar squeezed Dream’s thigh and he inhaled. “How can I return the favor?”
“You don’t have to do anything,” Dream replied. “I just wanted to do that for you. I’m good.”
“Are you?” Scar slid his hand under Dream’s hoodie, finding his cock where it strained against his underwear. Dream’s hips trembled and Dream glanced away, looking innocent. “You seem like you need some attention too.”
“I can take care of it later, I just wanted to do something nice for you.”
Scar gave him a considering look, then slid his hand away. He understood, he’s gotten plenty of people off without concern for coming himself. He was more interested in satisfying his partner, taking pleasure in their enjoyment and submission. He didn’t need to orgasm for that.
But Dream looked like maybe he did want it, he just felt like it would be a bother to ask for.
“Are you sure? If you just don’t care about coming, that’s fine, but… if you’re holding off because you think I’d be tired, and you don’t wanna bother me, well. I won’t be bothered at all,” Scar said. “I love making you feel good. I love seeing you come. And I really want to reward you.”
Dream thought about it, still glancing away. Then he looked back at Scar. “Alright. Yeah, please.”
Scar pulled Dream to lie down on him and rolled a bit, so they were on their sides and Scar could pin Dream between himself and the back of the couch. Dream squirmed a bit, then stilled when Scar reached under his hoodie again. Scar slid Dream’s underwear down to let out his cock, then wrapped his fingers around it while rucking up Dream’s hoodie partway.
Scar slid a leg over Dream’s and pulled their hips together, so Dream’s cock pressed up against his.
“Scar…” Dream moaned, shivering.
“Mm.” Scar stroked up and down Dream’s cock, enjoying how the motion felt against his own. He was soft, but he felt the stirrings of arousal and knew he would get hard again after a while. He focused on Dream, who was mewling softly as Scar jerked him off.
Scar’s other arm was awkward to move, stuck between the back cushion and Dream, but he managed. He reached around Dream and leaned forward, managing to lick a couple of his own fingers. Then he moved his hand down, squeezing Dream’s butt and making him giggle, before going lower.
Dream held his breath when Scar carefully pressed a finger against his hole.
“Trust me,” Scar murmured.
Dream nodded. “I do.”
Scar kept stroking, giving a squeeze around the head of Dream’s cock that made him whimper before going back down. He rubbed slow circles against Dream’s entrance as he worked, and when he felt his muscles loosen, he pressed his finger inside.
“Oh, Scar…” Dream’s fingers clenched in Scar’s shirt.
“Does it hurt?” Scar asked.
“No. Just not as… smooth, as when you use lube. But it doesn’t hurt.”
Scar nodded. He jacked Dream a little faster to distract him, smiling at how his hips bucked and he moaned. Scar slid his second finger in, familiar with the shape of Dream’s body, knowing how to do this without hurting him.
Dream protested weakly, but didn’t actually try to pull away, and Scar expertly slid his fingers to Dream’s prostate, pressing into it.
Dream yelped, cock jumping in Scar’s hand. Scar felt precum slide down it and grinned. He stroked the full length of him, massaging his prostate to the rhythm, and was pleased with how Dream trembled and whimpered in his arms.
Scar hummed happily at the broken noises the other was making. Dream had to be close.
“F-Fuck, Scar… please,” Dream begged.
“Please, what?” Scar asked.
“Keep going, don’t stop…”
“Of course not,” Scar assured him. He felt Dream’s muscles tensing, Dream was clawing under Scar’s shirt now, clinging needfully to bare skin.
Scar pumped faster along Dream’s cock, pressing more firmly into his sweet spot as he did, and after a final shudder, Dream gave in. He came against Scar’s groin and belly, crying out softly, and Scar pressed kisses to his lips as he panted.
“There,” Scar said gently as Dream’s breathing settled. “Now see, you were just gonna go without that? You silly boy.”
“Fair enough,” Dream said. He was still shivering a bit. Scar nodded and slid his fingers out of him. He let go of his cock and swiped his fingers through the mess between them, which had mostly hit skin, but there was still a little on their clothes too. Scar didn’t mind. He needed to do laundry anyway.
He licked his fingers off, knowing it always made Dream flustered to see him do that. Then he began encouraging Dream out of his hoodie. “Alright, love. We need to get this stuff washed. How about we get the washer going and you can join me for a shower, hm?”
“Yeah, sure,” Dream said eagerly.
“I’m a little worked up again, and I know you recover fast, so… maybe we could have a little fun there,” Scar continued.
Dream hopped up, starting to awkwardly tuck himself into his underwear, before changing his mind and just taking them off. He followed Scar naked upstairs to grab laundry, and once they had filled the washer and got it started, Scar took Dream’s hand and led him to the bathroom.
Scar had to hand it to Dream. He really knew how to cheer him up. Scar loved him so much.