Conjugal Visitation

yin and yang, or, the beach episode

Quackity woke up slowly and uncomfortably, blinking in sleep-dazed confusion. His shoulders and neck ached with tension, despite the soft bed and the warmth of the person behind him. He sat up, rolling his shoulders and wincing as bones crackled. The soreness was usually a sign of a rough night. If he'd had a night terror, though, he couldn't remember it.

"Morning, babe." Sapnap stretched out beside him.

"G'morning."

Sapnap sat up, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "How you feeling?"

"Tense." Quackity rolled his neck, massaging a stubborn knot. Sapnap replaced his hand, rubbing a thumb deep into strained muscle tissue. Quackity moaned quietly with relief. "Did I...ah, fuck, not so hard...Did I sleep well?"

"Not really." Sapnap's voice was soft with concern, but Quackity couldn't bring himself to meet his eyes. "You haven't had one that bad in a long time. Karl said to let you sleep in while he got food ready. Are you OK?"

Quackity was slowly coming more awake, taking stock of himself. He didn't feel exactly well-rested, he was sweaty and smelly despite his shower last night, and his throat felt sore like he had a cold. He recognized the feeling from screaming. Even Sapnap's hand on his neck, massaging away the tension, made him instinctively stiffen elsewhere. He sighed and made an effort to let out the tension with his breath. Sapnap lightened the pressure, sensing Quackity's unease.

"I'm...OK, I think." He shrugged. "I don't remember it, so that's something."

"You calmed down pretty quick," Sapnap said. "Also! I already told Sam you're taking the day off today. No no," he said, lifting a finger to stop Quackity's protest. "You work too much on Las Nevadas, Karl works too much here, and I want some mini-vacation time with both my partners. It won't kill Dream to wait a day."

Quackity's mouth turned up slightly in a reluctant smirk. "It might. Don't be surprised if you get a message from Sam that he found Dream spontaneously combusted."

Sapnap chuckled. "I know." His eyes grew dark with desire, the hand on Quackity's neck trailing down to trace the groove of his collarbone. "You've told me how much he wants you."

"Oh, it's not me he wants," Quackity said. "Anyone could walk in there and he'd be on his knees in about five seconds, begging for it. He's such a slut."

Quackity's smirk grew at the effect his words had on Sapnap. He'd been surprised that of his fiancés, Sapnap had been most into their little arrangement. Karl didn't care to hear details, but Sapnap often asked for them. Quackity would sometimes come home and whisper in Sapnap's ear what they'd done while he got himself off. Or he'd stoke Sapnap's jealousy, playing on his competitive streak until he took Quackity and made him shout who he belonged to.

It was fun, exploring this new thing with his partner. It strengthened their sense of closeness. All things considered, Dream had done him a favor for his sex life.

"He's probably jacking off right now," Quackity said. Sapnap slipped a hand down his pajama pants, his lips parting slightly. "He'll be three fingers deep with the other hand on his neck choking himself, I bet you anything. You should see how red his face gets when he's trying to breathe." He leaned forward, wrapping a loose hand around Sapnap's throat, a question in his eyes. Sapnap nodded and Quackity applied careful pressure.

"F-fuck, Q," Sapnap moaned. "I love this side of you. It's so fucking hot."

"Aw, thanks, babe." Quackity kissed him lightly, pulling away and keeping him hungry for more. He squeezed his throat again, harder. Sapnap's mouth flew open, his eyelids fluttering. His hand moved faster.