Boys in skirts

Happy Birthday

Twenty one. Twenty one? Time sure did fly by fast, the speed of light really, especially if you were spending it with somebody you loved with your whole heart and then some. So much so that Dream, temporarily, changed his entire wardrobe style. Not for a stream, not for an event, but rather the light of his life's birthday. It was Sapnap's birthday, and he was turning twenty one. Everything was set. And, oddly enough, these clothes were very comfortable.

Who cared if he was 6'3? He looked good, and he felt good. Dream even tried this kind of perfume, and needless to say it put him in a mood. Now all he prayed for now was that Sapnap wasn't streaming, and his camera wasn't turned on. A lime green cropped hoodie complete with a black skirt and knee high socks, lacy black panties underneath to complete the look.

The Floridian stood right outside his lover's room, fingers sliding along the surface of the door as he gently pushed it open, not allowing it to crack open enough to expose him if his facecam was on. That would be a fight for their life on Twitter. "Hey? Are you streaming?" He spoke, cheek pressed against the door while a smile played at his lips. To say his heart was thudding was an understatement. it felt like metal sticks on an African steel drum, racking through his whole body like thunder. But did he have confidence? Absolutely.

"Oh my fucking!-" Counter strike was almost always a good pass time. You'll get a few rounds in and suddenly forget the existence of time. However, sometimes that wasn't for the better. It's felt like he's been playing the same mode over and over again for hours, just to get his ass kicked. Yet it's only been about twenty minutes since the brunet first sat down.

His teammates weren't very thrilled either, their voices streaming into his ears from his headset. "I choked, I choked." The same old light shined onto his face upon revealing the 'you lost' screen. There were a lot of sweats online. Despite being good at the game himself, these guys were the type of people that fuck you over the very moment they see you. If you're lucky, you'll get to kill them twice. Collectively, the group of friends closed out of the game, deciding to kick back until they felt like trying again. As Sapnap ran a stressed hand through his hair, he took this free time to ponder about today.

It was his birthday. Twenty one... In all honestly, it didn't feel like much of a change. Not that it actually really was. The only crazy part about it is that he and Dream's relationship lasted long enough to see the day he isn't the same age as the time they met.  Speaking of the devil, "What?" Sapnap heard the question he was asked, it just took a moment to register. Frustration remained running through his veins, and it did more than distract him. "Oh- No, i'm not streaming. Why?" Upon this, the American turned off his mic incase it was something important, then setting the headset down onto his desk.

Frustration was as potent as an old lady's perfume. Dream could tell from a mile away that his partner was tense, which hopefully would make this whole thing better in the long haul. He breathed against the door, his hot breath only radiating the heat reflecting off of his cheeks. "Nothing, nothing. Just have a gift for you, since it's your birthday and all." Honestly back on the island birthdays weren't even a thing, but as he learned more about them, his excitement for Sapnap's was probably more there than Sapnap himself. "Close your eyes."

Teeth latched onto his bottom lip as he waited, fingers moving over to hold the edge of the door. He didn't wear nail polish considering he just got out of a two and a half hour shower not even half an hour ago, a blow dryer being his lord and savior for drying his medium long hair. If not, it'd still be stringy and damp.

Dream's toes curled as he anticipated the next few hours. Anything could happen, really. Anything. This wasn't the first time they've gotten intimate with each other, but it's not like they were exactly sexual deviants, either. It was a comfortable medium between the two, something that made Dream very content.