request.
Dream needed physical touch.
He was getting restless. His hand just wasn't gonna cut it anymore.
He leaned his head against the wall as his dick throbbed in his pants. He had one of those dreams again. The dreams where he woke up sweating, his whole body heated. And with only one person on his mind, Sam.
Sam rarely ever came and actually visited with Dream in the cell. The only times he did was when Sam would come and fix the clock on the wall, or do the monthly checks of his room to see if he'd tried to escape.
Lucky for Dream, today was one of those days. Now, during these visits Sam would often bring food, just so he didn't have to bother feeding Dream later. And Dream, being the manipulative little schemer he his, got Sam to start bringing real food .
The lava fell as the blonde's excitement gathered. "Sam!!"
Sam didn't know how many days it had been since he left the prison. He was just as trapped as Dream was, and it was showing. He starting looking forward to seeing Dream everyday, even sometimes eating with him in the cell and having real conversations with the villain.
It was something he did on his own time, his own agenda. Even when he has breaks or days he can kind of relax he ends up just mingling with Dream in that oh, so warm prison cell.
"Hey, Dream." Sam throws back at the boy in handcuffs. He feels bad having to put Dream in those things over night. He's seen how bad they've bruised him.
Dream chuckles when Sam gets all the way into the cell, "Hey uh, do you think you could take these off." Dream's words are slowed, hes close to insanity. Sam only nod's and unlocks them, letting them fall to the ground and the grateful one rubs his wrists in an attempt to ease the pain, "Thank you"
The boys were quiet for a bit, Dream watched Sam put up his clock again. He watch how the different muscles in his arm flexed with each movement, watched wen Sam's face went concentrated. He felt his pant's tighten.
Fuck.
He covered his erection with his hands, swinging them to the front of his body. It hurt already, he was so desperate. He needed to be touched. He gave up at his attempt to distract his ind and walked behind Sam, placing his chin on his shoulder and the guard flinched, pushing Dream to the floor out of instinct before turning around.
Sam opened his mouth, about to ask him what the fuck he thought he was doing but then his eye's shifted to the boy's lower region and suddenly: Sam had no words.
"Sam, please." Dream practically whinnied.
Sams eye's went to the pathetic person below him. The room seemed still, Sam's lost for words began to frustrate him. Did he want this? It seemed like he did, I mean, according to the rock in his pants. Sam definitely wanted this. He needed this, needed to feel something. Feel someone else for a change. Maybe he was just going to use Dream, but Dream was doing the same thing back to Sam.
The creeper boy leaned down, getting to Dreams level. Dream's heart raced, his breath hitched when their lips were merely inches away from each other. When neither of them pulled away they went for it. The kiss was warm and needy. Dream was the first to slip his tongue in, leaving Sam surprised and bottomed. They faught for a bit, dominance switching teams over and over before it finally found its leader. Dream.
