Awesamdream - His Beloved Warden [Fic 1]

17. Mating Season

Dream spent the next couple days working on his house, getting it furnished and laying down a stone brick path from the door over toward the Nether portal and Sam's own door. He lined it with flowers and built lampposts and even a couple benches, wanting it to be a cozy little walk. He was quite happy with how it turned out, and he even spent a night in his house to see what it was like.

It was comfortable enough, but it was lonely not having Sam next to him. Maybe he would get a pet. He wouldn't mind having a cat around.

On the day Sam said mating season was due to start, Dream headed over to meet with him. He realized Sam was off the moment he opened the door. Sam looked flushed, the end of his tail constantly lashing, and his breathing was heavier than usual. He wasn't wearing his respirator, in fact he hadn't even really gotten dressed, wearing only pajama pants and nothing else.

"Oh good, you came," Sam said, looking Dream over, and Dream could see how his pupils dilated.

"Yep, I'm here. You look a little worked up."

Sam swallowed, then gave a dry laugh. "You have no idea. I always forget how frustrating mating season is, and then it hits me and I just... I want to tear things apart. I want to find whoever I can and just pin them down and..." He cut himself off, trembling slightly, continuing to stare Dream down. When he spoke again, his voice was barely controlled. "If you're serious about spending the season with me... come in. Please." He held his hand out.

Dream took his hand and was quickly pulled into the house. Sam practically dragged him toward the stairs, Dream hurrying to keep up with him.

"Have you had breakfast?" Sam asked distractedly. "Water? You're going to need plenty of energy."

"Yeah, I ate," Dream said, and Sam nodded before ushering him into the bedroom. Dream saw that there was already a large towel laid out on the bed and more folded up on the nightstand.

"I have stuff in my inventory, if you need a break, just tell me, but ohh." Sam groaned and wrapped Dream in his arms, nuzzling his throat. "I need you so bad."

Dream felt that Sam was already hard. He blushed, petting Sam gently and hearing him purr. "Then you can have me. Whatever you need, I'm here for you."

"Thank you. It's going to be so much better with a partner, I've already tried jerking off and it doesn't even help, so please, touch me, I need you."

Dream liked seeing Sam this desperate. He kissed him softly, reaching into his pants as he did. He trailed his fingers down slowly, Sam wiggling his hips restlessly, then let his fingers brush against Sam's length. His skin was hot and Sam eagerly rubbed his hips forward when Dream stroked him.

"There, easy... how's that?" Dream asked.

"Good, mm, keep going."

Dream slid Sam's pants down and let them drop off his hips, wrapping his hand more fully around him and pumping slowly. He watched Sam's eyes flicker and shut, his ears laying back as he tilted his head back.

"There you go, Sammy. Does it feel good?"

"Y-yeah, but it's still... mgh. Wanna feel more of you, come here..." Sam nestled his nose into Dream's neck again, inhaling and then lapping at his skin. He rocked against Dream's hand, then felt along Dream's sides and began pawing at the bottom of his hoodie. "Get your clothes off, I wanna feel you, smell you. Please."

"Uh, yeah, alright." Dream let go of him and stepped back to pull his clothes off. Sam whined as soon as their bodies lost contact, kicking his pants the rest of the way off and then watching impatiently as Dream dropped his clothes to the floor. Dream stared for a moment at his cock, how a string of pre was already falling from it, the tip flushed dark red. Sam really did need this.