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"Only if it's okay with you" I add, immediately recieving a flustered nod. I lean down, circling my arms around under his head as I gently press my lips to his.

I begin to slowly move them against his lips, but he quickly adjusts to this newly discovered sensation, moving them back against mine, until he flips me onto my back, now sitting on my pelvis, though I doubt he's letting his full weight onto me.

He places his hand on my neck, not tightly, but just caressing the skin, sparking a strong sense of eroticism as I struggle to hold in a moan that edges in my throat.

Corpse doesn't fail to notice my self-restraint. He moves down to the side of my neck, and around to my throat, moving his hand down a smidge as he teases at my adam's apple.

"Moan for me, Darling" I can feel the threatening vibration of his voice in my throat, and feel his smirk against my skin, and I can't help but think about how different this is from Corpse usually, but still not unexpected. Dirty bastard.

As he teases me further, I hear a low groan, and I'm surprised that a noise like that would ever leave my lips.

"Good girl" He murmurs into the crook of my neck. All of a sudden a loud chime sounds from the living room.

"For fuck's sake" Corpse grumbles, sitting back up on my pelvis.

"What is it?" I ask, unable to sit up or even move underneath his weight.

"Doorbell" He murmurs in reply, leaning down again to press his lips to mine. He's rough and eager as he moves off of me, and pulls me up from the bed, our lips still connected.

Who would be at his door at this time of night?

I can feel the reluctance as we stand beside his bed, his hand firmly holds my jaw, his lips pressing hungrily to mine. The doorbell rings again and Corpse pulls away.

"I'm sorry" He utters, brushing my hair back from my face.

"It's not your fault" I smirk, patting his cheek. He just stares down at me before leaning down once more.

"You're so beautiful" He murmurs, pressing his lips against mine, but this time slow and gentle. He leads me out, irritated when whoever is at the door grows impatient, restlessly spamming the button until Corpse yanks the door open, his angry expression falls as he sees who it is.

I peek around the corner, subconscious of the fact that I'm only wearing one of Corpse's hoodies over my underwear.

"Y/n! There you are" Wil grins, pushing past Corpse into the apartment, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Questionable attire" He smirks, and I blush madly, gripping the fabric of his sweater as I press my face into his chest, hiding my rosy cheeks.

He pulls me away, holding my shoulders back to look at my face. His smirk grows.

"You're such a mess" He leans down, so close but passes my face and instead leans to my ear. "Perhaps you've been getting a bit frisky without me?" He murmurs, his voice lower than ever, his lips brushing my ear and his breath tickling the inside of it. I blush fiercely, forcing my face back to the fabric on his chest, desperate to conceal my embarrassment.

He chuckles lowly, craning his neck down as he connects our lips. When he pulls back, he sighs, obviously frustrated as he throws his head back. Have I done something wrong?

"I wish everyone in the world was part of this stupid agreement. That way I'd truly be able to kiss you whenever I want" He mumbles, almost as if in a day dream.

"I wouldn't want to give everyone in the entire world my consent" I reply, pulling his head down to mine again. I feel his smile against my lips.

"I suppose not. That'd make me a bit too jealous, I think" He mumbles into the kiss. I scoff, ruffling his hair.

"I feel left out" I Dream sulk. I look over to see Corpse and Dream standing beside eachother, but at an awkward distance. Corpse's attention isn't even on anyone, his stares off into the kitchen, hands in pockets. Odd.

"Good, suffer" Wil smirks, turning to kiss my forehead. Dream rolls his eyes, approaching us. Corpse seems to unstiffen when Dream leaves his side.

"No. I'll kiss you if I want to" Dream says lowly. "I'm allowed to now, remember?" He smirks, grabbing the front of Wil's shirt in a fist of fabric, pulling him towards him.

I smirk, watching. I feel like Wil would be a pretty dominant person. But with Dream? While he's new to it? That's a different story.

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