But I'm surprised when Wil reaches down, unclasping Dream's hand from his shirt, and holds it aside, at the same time as he grips Dream's jaw and leans down, pressing his lips eagerly to his.
I stand, open-mouthed, unable to look away. I don't feel worthy enough to watch this. I turn my attention as someone intertwines their fingers with mine.
"I think this is my cue to take you back now, if you're free?" Corpse quirks an eyebrow with a smirk, and I roll my eyes, a smirk now evident on me as well.
He took my response as an agreement and lead me back to his bedroom, pressing me back into the mattress on his bed.
His lips are immediately back against mine, hungry for contact as he bites my lip. My heavy breathing mixes with his as the eager kisses slowly grow more gentle, until he moves down, trailing along my jaw and drifting down my throat to my collarbone.
He moves painfully slow. So slow that I'm sure there's a trail of bruised marks down my neck. But I don't mind, I don't care. It feels amazing.
After a while, he flops down beside me, turning me on my side so my back faces him, and wraps an arm around my waist firmly, slipping his other under my head.
He continues to sprinkle soft kisses around the side of my neck and pulls back the hood of his hoodie that I'm dressed in to lather my shoulder too as I wonder what the others are up to.
Almost immediately I hear the door open and Corpse sighs heavily upon my wet skin, sending chills down my spine and making my hair stand on end.
"Come on guys, don't go having fun without us" Wilbur says. Corpse groans in my ear as he tucks his head into my shoulder and pulls up the covers over us, his mop of curly hair tickles the side of my face.
"Like you can say much" he mumbles, his deep gravelly voice and husky tone flustering me and sending the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy.
"Move over, idiots" Dream says, flopping down onto the bed behind us both. I shuffle over towards the wall, Corpse following and I feel as Wil lays down too, the four of us now squished onto the bed.
Corpse resumes our previous position but cuddles in closer than before, and the mattress shuffles around as the others get comfortable too.
"Today was fun" Dream slurs, his exhaustion audible in his voice.
"... And eventful" Corpse adds.
"You could say that again" Wil chuckles, his flirtatious tone making me blush.
"Mm." I agree, I can't be bothered actually contributing to the conversation.
"Well I'm going to sleep, so goodnight" Corpse mutters, shuffling slightly before nuzzling into the crook of my neck.
"Yeah, good night" I mumble, reaching up to bury my hand in his curls. He huffs with a short, soft chuckle as I feel him press tender kisses into my shoulder.
My hand remains blanketed in the warmth of Corpse's hair as there are mumbles of agreement and the others say goodnight too. My mind goes fuzzy and I find myself sinking into the warmth of Corpse's affectionate embrace.
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Just a short and sweet, fluffy and soft chapter for the amazing people who asked today. This is the least I can do whilst in my writer's block. :)
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RomanceThis was originally just me fucking around, but it might just turn into something? PLEASE READ: As this is a c! Fanfic, I intend all characters to be aged from 18-21 as I don't want there to be too much of an age gap. Also please keep in mind that I...