they were back in their old high school, sitting in a generic classroom with people who were sort of familiar. their current partner appeared in the doorway, gesturing for them to come over.
they looked around the classroom and no one seemed to be giving them any attention. they hesitantly got up and walked to the doorway.
they grabbed their hand with a smirk and pulled them out of their classroom. they led them down the hallway and into a staff office, keeping the lights off. they closed the door and slowly pinned them to it, their elbows against the door right over their shoulders.
their stomach sank as the mood turned drastically, feeling their blood pumping through their whole body.
they started kissing their neck, moans immediately spilling from them. they sunk their teeth into their neck, the bite feeling as sharp as a vampires. they sucked and bit until there was a massive, deep purple hickey aching through their body, feeling their heartbeat in it.
the feeling made the room spin.
they grabbed the back of their hair—their suddenly longer hair—and pulled them to the edge of the desk in the room. they manhandled them, bent them over the desk, and stood there—hips to hips, holding them down to the desk. suddenly they were laying on the desk on their back, shirt elsewhere.
they were kissing all over their stomach. they stopped to suck on their soft, tender flesh, leaving another deep mark. as they started sucking somewhere else on their stomach, they started to feel a vibrating inside of them. their whimpers turned to heavy moans. the combination of the hickeys on their stomach and vibration in them made them feel like lava.
suddenly they were laying on the edge of a bed, their pants were elsewhere, and the vibration was now coming from their partner's strap. their head fell back as they grinded into them, hands gripping their sides, slightly pressing into the hickeys.
they grinded back onto them, choking out moans. they reached their hand to their neck and tightened their grip. they arched their back as they reached their high, their whole body shaking.
. . .
they woke up, the transition to reality slow and foggy. it was quickly followed by the realization that the blanket had bunched up between their thighs (and that they had been humping it in their sleep). they squirmed at the idea, feeling the wet, sticky mess in their pants. a mix of discomfort, embarrassment, and mostly arousal washed over them.
they squirmed more, their thighs squeezing shut—still sensitive from cumming, they choked back a yelp from the accidental friction. they stared up at the ceiling before looking over at their partner fast asleep.
they reached over and lightly rubbed their arm, trying to wake them up but a little too gone to speak.
"hm?" they responded, half asleep.
they continued to lightly shake their arm.
"hm??" they repeated, more awake, slightly propping their body up. "what's up?"
all they could let out was a small whimper.
"are you okay?" they said urgently, thinking something was seriously wrong.
they looked over to find their eyes pleading back at them—eyebrows slightly furrowed, lip between their teeth.
"oh." their stomach sank as they realized what was going on. they rolled onto them, sliding their leg between theirs and propping themselves over them. "what's going on, love?" they asked with a deep, silky tone.
"i.." holding back whimpers "mmm ..dream" they drew out shyly.
"oh, yeah?" they responded, a smirk growing on their face.
they nodded, biting their lip.
"what we're you dreaming about?"
"mmm.." their eyes darting around "we were... you were..." they moan, struggling to get words out. "hickeys." they pointed to their neck then their stomach. "and.. vibe.. strap." their eyebrows furrowed and their voice a little breathless.
"hickeyssss.. here?" they asked right before going straight to sucking on where they had pointed to, drawing guttural moans from them. as they started to bite and nip, their moans melted to desperate, high-pitched whimpers.
their face contorted as they started grinding on the thigh between theirs. they were so sensitive from just cumming—their thighs already beginning to shake. they grinded harder.
"and" they panted out, gesturing at their own neck.
they smirked as they slowly brought their hand to their neck, just barely placing it there. their other hand gripped their side, just like it did in their dream.
a messy mumble of noises spilled out of them as their body twitched and arched and grinded, getting a little overstimulated. their hand finally tightened on the sides of their neck, sending them over the edge, reliving the dream they just had.
they choked out moans and the prettiest whimpers and they rode out their high, thighs squeezing tightly around theirs.
. . .
"we need to buy one of those vibrating straps."
"only if you beg nice enough." they half-joked with a smile.
