Conjugal Visitation

trust issues

"What do you want?"

"Everything."

"You're gonna have to be a bit more specific." Quackity cocked his head. "Tell me everything you want, baby, and I'll try to give it to you."

Dream blinked at the nickname, a strange expression sliding across his face. Then it was gone and he was leaning in, arms on either side of Quackity, bracing himself on the lectern and backing Quackity up to the wall. "I want to kiss you."

Quackity popped a berry in his mouth, rolling it suggestively over his tongue. Dream leaned in, plucking it delicately from Quackity's lips with his own. Their breaths mingled. Dream swallowed the berry. "That's good," he murmured, his lips brushing Quackity's with every word. "They remind me of winter."

"Yeah," Quackity managed to say. "They're kinda -- "

Dream kissed him. Quackity let their tongues slide together, tasting the sweetness on him as Dream led the kiss. He cupped the back of Quackity's head with a hand, pressing them closer and kissing him with a hunger that had Quackity relaxing into the moment, surrendering control and letting Dream take what he wanted. Dream sucked on his lower lip, pulling at it with his teeth to make Quackity moan. They pulled apart, breathing hard, and then Dream was licking up a dribble of juice from his chin, his tongue swirling and licking down Quackity's neck before he surfaced and latched onto Quackity's lips again.

"Yeah," Quackity whispered when they finally parted. He was breathing deep and fast. "Yeah, that's it. That's right, baby. Tell me what you want."

"Holy fuck," Dream muttered. "You can't just call me baby like that."

Quackity smirked. "Why? Does it rile you up? Does it make you feel -- "

"I want you to shut the fuck up." Dream lunged forward into another kiss, this one forceful. Their teeth knocked together and Dream growled into Quackity's mouth.

Quackity thought he might just pass out from how hot that was. He pulled his legs forward, trying to press their hips together.

Dream stopped him with his hands on his thighs. "I want to rip your fucking clothes off," he growled. He gripped Quackity's lapels, tugging his shirt down to expose his collarbones. "I want to tear your shirt, make you cum all over your own pants, mark up your neck so you can't hide the bruises and make Sam wonder what the fuck happened in here."

"I don't have a change of clothes," Quackity complained, wriggling in his grip.

Dream tugged lightly on his shirt, a question in his eyes. "Are you scared to?" he taunted. "Scared of what Sam will think?"

"Dream," Quackity whined. He pressed a palm to his crotch, rubbing his erection through his pants as he slipped further into the role. Teasing and complaining, pushing Dream's buttons, aggravating him...

Giving in wasn't as fun without a chase first. He would give Dream everything he wanted, but Dream would have to work for it. "C'mon..."

Dream seized his wrist, trapping it over his head with a muscular arm. Quackity bit his lip to keep from moaning at the sensation of being pinned. "You said I could have everything I wanted," Dream reminded him in a dangerous tone that had Quackity shivering. "If you won't give it to me, I'll have to take it from you."

"Oh yeah?"

"I want at least three from you," Dream said, cocking his head. "I wanna make you scream so loud they can hear you in the Badlands."

"That's a lot of big fucking talk," Quackity said, his heart pounding. I want at least three from you... "I mean, I said I'd give you what you want, but don't blame me if you can't follow through."