MCYTER ONE SHOTS (M)

Welcome Home (dreamnap) (smut)

Ship: Dreamnap (implied karlnap)
Prompts/Kinks/TWs:
(fake) jealousy, open relationship stuff but like also they're just homies?, degration, name-calling, bratnap, wax play, slight bdsm, mentions of exhibitionism if you squint, sadomasochism, sadistic!dream, masochist!sapnap, edging, teasing, cockring, rimming
Sapnap gets home from Karl's, and Dream shows him just how much he missed him.

   

     "Dr-Dream what-?" He doesn't even finish his protest, distracted by the feeling of nips on his neck while his torso gets more and more exposed as his shirt rides up with Dream's hands.

     "Don't pretend." Dream says, biting into a soft spot on his neck harder than Sap would have expected, making him whine out, a whine he'd missed so badly. "You practically reek of him." He can hear the smile in his voice, proud. "Don't worry. 'm gonna fix that."

    "Dream, wait- f-fu~" his voice trailed off into a whisper as Clay ran his hands down the skin of his torso softly, contrasting the aggressive love bites being planted all over his neck.

     "Don't try to act so innocent, Sap!" He says in a singsongy voice. "I saw the way you two were acting, getting so nervous every time he looked at you? All those little hints..." He said in-between kisses. " 'left a mark on you'... 'have I earned it?', your knees all red, that couch selfie? hmhm~" he chuckles lowly, undoing and pulling down Sapnap's pants. "Come on, I know you, I have firsthand experience, don't I? I know what it looks like to get you all flustered. Every damn time you'd look at each other..." He growls, not even having to finish the sentence. Dream grabs ahold of Sapnap's length through his boxers, leaving him open mouthed for a second. "You could have at least invited me, taken pictures of the fun your little trip?" He smirks, running his tounge across his teeth in a teasing way.

    "Sounds like you're jealous, Dream. Or are you just being selfish?" He sasses him, having missed him just as much. Dream lets out a chuckle, pushing him further against the wall.

    "If anyone is selfish here, it's you. Greedy little slut, huh? Should know you're mine- so should he." He lifts him up from behind the knees, carrying him over the short distance to the couch, before throwing his down onto it, taking his own shirt off in the process. "So easy to take you, I'll just have to make sure you stay mine, even if he is technically your little boyfriend." Clays eyes lock onto two dark spots that looked an awful lot like hickeys on his hips, one slightly faded, the other rone clearly fresher on the other side and a bit farther up, neither of which he'd placed there. Baring his teeth with playful possessiveness, he pushes a thumb into them both, making Sapnap squirm beneath him.

      "Fuck, okay, at least let me go put my bags down." The blonde catches himself smiling, reminded of how much of an effect he has on him, even if he doesn't always show it. "We just got home, you belong in horny jail." He rolls his eyes.

     "I know." He smirks. "Your lucky I didn't try for distracted driving." He chuckles, remembering how his cheeks looked all hollowed out sucking on his drink they'd stopped to get on the way home from the airport. "...let alone the airport."

    Nick would be lying if he denied the bit of hormones the other had already stirred up didn't send an image of that through his head, but as hot as that seemed, he was glad they'd waited, he had so much more in mind he wanted to have done to him they could only do here. After all, he was still tired from the trip, there was only so much he could put up with right now. He practically scrambles to his room, stopping once he noticed Dream starting to follow. "No, yours, I wanna be tied up." he said aloud, before whispering something in his ear t̶̩̚h̸̠͝a̵͚͋t̴͇͛ ̵͚̀ț̶͊h̶̜͂e̵͎̽ ̴̻̋r̶̰̉e̶̪͌ȁ̴̟d̷͖̕ȩ̸̈́r̷̬̽ş̷͠ ̴̤̈́a̸̜̽r̷͇̚é̷̗n̸͉͗'̸̥̿t̵̠͛ ̵̨̿a̴̞̽ĺ̸̥ļ̵̕ȍ̶̦w̸̰̉ë̴̜d̴̮̍ ̴̼̓t̷͓̑ọ̶̄ ̶͍̓h̵͚̉é̷͍a̶̭̓r̸̼͝, which quickly convinced the blonde.