Conjugal Visitation

trust exercise

Quackity woke up on his own, feeling surprisingly refreshed from a nap on an obsidian floor. Dream was practically draped around him, enveloping Quackity in a comfortable warmth that he didn't want to leave just yet. He was mildly surprised to notice that all his clothes were still on, as far as he could tell.

"Dream?" Quackity asked. "You still awake?"

"Yeah," Dream said, his lips moving against Quackity's neck and sending tingles all down his back. "It hasn't been that long. How do you feel?"

Quackity stretched experimentally. "Good. Awake." He smirked. "Have fun while I was out?"

"I..." Dream petted Quackity's hair absently. "It was...different. I liked it, though? All I really did was -- "

"Don't tell me!" Quackity said quickly. "That's -- well, for me that's part of it, I guess. That you can do anything and I'll wake up just...not knowing, having to wonder..." He bit his lip, trying to explain. "It's not something I do that often."

"Ah." Dream nodded. "So. You like waking up sore and used and full of cum, wondering what happened."

Quackity choked. The casual tone of the dirty talk made it even hotter, Dream talking about one of his darkest fantasies in the same voice he'd use to ask about the weather. "Y-yeah," he managed. "I know I sort of sprang that on you; sorry. Thanks for going with it. I figured, if you didn't want to, it'd be easy to, you know, not do it. Not like I'd know. You know?"

"You're all pink right now," Dream said with a smile in his voice. He stroked Quackity's cheek, which only made him flush deeper. "I had no idea that would get you all flustered. Pervert." Quackity giggled. Dream asked, "Is that like, an all-the-time thing or was this a one-time thing? I mean, are you down for it whenever you fall asleep?"

"No -- no," Quackity said. "Just when I say so beforehand."

"Sure." Dream was running his free hand absentmindedly up and down Quackity's chest, seemingly unaware of the effect it was having on him. Quackity was impatient to pull his shirt off, feel that hand on his bare skin. Dream's next question caught him off guard. "Can I ask, why do you like it? You don't have to answer -- I just wondered. It's...not something I expected from you, I guess. You don't have any control like that."

"I mean, you like being tied up," Quackity pointed out. While both of them could go either way, Dream had a stronger preference for the submissive role, even when he topped. "When we first hooked up, I didn't 'expect' that from you."

"Yeah, but I can tell you to stop if I want, and I can actually see and feel what's going on," Dream said. "You don't have to explain, I just...You have to trust me so much, and it seems like you barely get anything out of it."

"It's...I don't know, a coping thing, I guess?" Quackity shrugged. "Schlatt -- " He stopped suddenly, mentally kicking himself. He did not want to get into that with Dream. "We used to do it." He used to fall asleep alone in their bed and wake up to Schlatt on top of him, inside him. "Maybe not trusting you is part of the point. It takes away more control."

"Oh." Dream sounded strangely disappointed. "At least tell me I'm better than goddamn Schlatt."

"Hmm..." Quackity pretended to consider. "You're definitely bigger." Dream wheezed out a laugh, making Quackity smile. "It's like your thing when you want me to keep going after you say no," Quackity continued. "You know you can say the safeword, but you have to trust me to listen for it and to believe that you can take it, that that's what you really want."

"So you do trust me?"

"...Yeah," Quackity said slowly. "I think so. I don't think you'd do it without my permission."