Champagne Problems 「︎Corpse Husband + Dream」︎

thirty five

for how long
c h a m p a g n e p r o b l e m s

cw // this scene is fully consensual even though all three of them are heavily intoxicated

The night was a blur like the bright moon in the sky. She couldn't stay focused on anything except for the sounds of their voices and the stars that led her on to the next destination. Whether it be a car, a street, a building, a lap, a mouth, hands; Lilith blindly bulldozed through the night. There was never a time in her life she felt so comfortably safe in her inebriated state. There was no where safer than their presence.

The sound of the keycard unlocking the hotel room woke her from her trance, and when she stepped foot inside, her ears rang as reality came back to her. Her heels were barely off her hot ankles—they throbbed with soreness she knew she'd have to deal with in the morning—when hands were on her sides.

"Come here," he laughed and Lilith spun to Dream. "—we can barely keep up with you." Lilith couldn't latch onto their words. She could barely keep up with them. And before she released her laugh, he caught her in a kiss so desperate her mood spiraled out of control. She didn't realize she was on fire until his kiss drenched her with gasoline.

Dream held her face as she tasted him all over again. She couldn't identify the drink on his tongue, but it was familiar. Or maybe it was simply the taste of him that she was so used to, so comfortable in. Another set of hands were on her and she allowed whatever they wanted. He held her warmly, and Lilith tried to keep balance. It didn't matter though. By that point they already held her tight enough to keep her upright. Her heart melted in her chest as she heard kisses apart from her own on his skin. It was really happening. Narrowly avoiding each other was a thing of the past.

In a way, she felt free.

The dim colors of the room and the city below swirled around her fuzzy head as she allowed them to move her across the room. Lilith remembered laughing at the way they stumbled, the way Dream laughed and tried to keep himself on his feet even with two pairs of hands yanking his clothes off, the way Corpse fell back to the bed under her and Dream held her steady when she straddled his waist.

It was all too fast for her and Lilith couldn't keep her eyes opened long enough to catch onto what they were doing. She heard their laughs and sly words; 'can't keep upright, baby?' 'need us to do the work for you?' 'so pretty when you're desperate out of your mind for us.'

All she could do was completely relax into them, close her eyes, and allow them to overstimulate her with pleasure she didn't think was possible. She wasn't unfamiliar to their insane touches, but every one of them was more intense than the last. There was nowhere else she'd rather be, she decided, and there was no way anything else could compare to their love.