what's stopping you?

comfort zones are made to ignore

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

𐐪𐑂 ♡

wilbur holds open dream's bedroom door for the blond as they make their way in, having just finished cooking and eating pasta together.

the pair had spent their whole day together, chilling out and just being happy- it was nice, and both boys had an undeniable sense of joy woven into their behaviour and feelings as they went about their time together.

though, despite the genuine happiness seeded in his heart, dream's mind kept slipping away without his control, falling somewhere dark and confusing.

he's kissed wilbur quite a few times now -just shy pecks here and there, nothing longer than a second and never handsy- and he has gotten used to it pretty quickly. he'd gone from thinking he would hate kissing forever more, to looking forward to pressing his lips against the other boys.

now he's started contemplating going further.

sure, he thinks he's asexual and, legitimately, the thought of going anywhere past a make-out makes him feel a little sick, but he'd thought that about kissing too...

maybe if he can just grit his way through it the first time then he'll find he actually enjoys it.

plus, dream would be lying if he said that these thoughts aren't blossoming from the innate fear that wilbur won't be happy being with someone who doesn't want sex. obviously, he knows that wilbur is a good guy, a great one in fact, but giving up sex for the rest of your life is a huge sacrifice that even the kindest of people may not be willing to make.

so, even though they've had a good day and he feels happy on a surface level, dream can't stop thinking about what more he could do to make wilbur even happier.

"you alright?" wilbur asks, moving around where dream is standing in the middle of the room to sit down on the edge of the blonde's bed.

dream looks down at him, smiling sweetly before leaning over to press a quick kiss to his lips.

he pulls away, and wilbur is grinning back up at him. "what was that for?" he asks playfully.

dream loves how wilbur blushes every time he kisses him- it makes him feel so desirable, in a way. "no reason, just felt like it," he answers, not entirely true. before wilbur can even think of responding, dream bends down to kiss him again.

he holds this one for a few moments, longer than they had ever done before, and he feels as though he can almost sense wilbur putting all of his self-control into resisting the urge to reach out and touch him.

this time it's wilbur who breaks the kiss, leaning back away from the blond with a smile- though there's some other emotion hidden deep behind his eyes.

"are you alright?" he asks again. even though he says it in a way that sounds easy and light-hearted, dream can hear the sincerity lacing the edges of his tone.