Dreamnoblade one shots for funsies

Make out sesh

Dream stared into the warm, deep brown eyes right in front of him. Coyly, he had just backed up to the window sill, which allowed his upper back to press against the window, leaving his hips and legs in front of him. Under any real danger, Dream would've been smarter, and knowing that, Techno had taken the bait, standing mere inches away. He was leaning towards him, supported by his hands which were on gripping the window sill on either side of his torso. Part of Dream wanted to play innocent, but he couldn't help the smirk on his face.

Instead of leaning in for the kiss they were both waiting for, Techno opted to adjust one of his hands, placing it on Dream's and lightly using his index finger to stroke his wrist. Dream was impressed by how much the simple action sent shivers up his arm and down his spine, teasing the idea of touch. The smirk on his face dropped in awe and he wanted to tease back. While he was considering his options, he was glad he was only wearing a t-shirt, as Techno's hand slowly traveled up his arm, sometimes with a graze against his skin, sometimes by walking his fingers up. Every little tap or stroke surprised him, taunting him more and more to tease back and make Techno feel the same thing he was. When it was around his elbow, Dream had an impulsive idea. He reached up with his other hand and grabbed the tuft of Techno's hair that was beneath his ear, rhythmically running his fingers all throughout the soft wavy strands. Techno responded with a slightly quivering lip and lids that dropped even further over his eyes. Up to the hem of his sleeve, Techno brought his fingers together before spreading them up, unnecessarily burying them under the fabric. The warmth and roughness of Techno's hand suddenly hit Dream, making him melt as the hand gripped the more sensitive part of his arm. Dream replied by digging his fingers into more and more of Techno's hair as if methodically encroaching on enemy territory, using his finger nails to lightly scratch at his scalp. Techno sunk into the touch, motivating him to quickly readjusted his footing before using his other hand to firmly grasp the small of Dream's waist.

After the agonizingly slow buildup from Techno's hand on his arm, the immediate sensation was very satisfying, causing him to tilt his head to the side, inviting Techno into his neck while the intense heat filled his core. Again, Techno didn't take the invitation. Instead, he continued gliding his hand under his sleeve and onto his shoulder, the tips of his other fingers starting to play around with the fabric of his shirt. This also sent chills, though it was almost ticklish, a few giggles escaping him. At this Techno chuckled in amusement, still staring softly into his eyes, which had lingered an inch or two away for a long time. Dream then felt as Techno's hand slipped from underneath his sleeve, trailing down the length of his arm before sinking out of view. It left him feeling cold and distant, the rising neediness making his arm clench up a bit, desperate to feel Techno's hand once more. Techno smirked affectionately. The allusive hand slowly reappeared at Dream's neck, first just the fingertips, gently shocking him, then the fingertips moved back, revealing more of the hand. Naturally, Dream stretched out his neck so Techno's hand could make a smooth journey and, now that his other arm was free, reached it out, clutching in Techno's general direction until he found the fabric near his shoulder blade. Meanwhile, Techno's hand was still making its way along the side of his neck, the gradual change ending up teasing him, making him yearn for more.

As the warmth shot through his exposed neck to the rest of him, he could no longer stop the overwhelming urge to squeeze his eyes shut and grip Techno's hair and shirt while the hand eventually made its way to its final position. Coming to a stop, Dream felt himself lean into it, his whole body relaxing as he did. The hand in Techno's hair went back to mindless playing and the one on his shoulder blade started stroking a portion of his back. After feeling a thumb tenderly caress his jaw line, he fluttered open his eyes, smiling even wider at the sight of Techno's loving look. And then they leaned in. All of the build up, all of the agonizingly slow moments, made the kiss worth it, made it all the more enjoyable.

But Techno wasn't done yet. Somewhat hesitantly, he moved the hand fixated on Dream's waist down, then caught the edge of his shirt with his pinky. Leaving a moment for protest beforehand, he flipped up Dream's shirt and slid his hand smoothly underneath, immediately sending waves of warmth and endorphins as skin met skin. For a split second Dream had to pull away from the kiss to release a shaky breath. When they reunited, Dream could swear he felt Techno smiling proudly. One other consequence was that Dream's hand had slipped from his hair and onto his shoulder, but instead of going back, he decided to fidget with Techno's collar and the skin right beneath it instread. This time, it was Techno's turn to pull away voicing a low hum of approval Dream knew well.

Dream went all out with the fidgeting, recklessly moving around the lip of fabric in countless ways, fingertips frequently grazing Techno's skin in the process, even having his other hand move to the bottom hem to do the same. Techno, meanwhile, firmly dragged his hands all over Dream's collarbone and lower back, feeling around for every crevice and detail as if he was trying to memorize it. Then he clearly got a craving for more, pulling away from the kiss and removing his hands while looking at him with pleading eyes. Complying, Dream took off his shirt and threw it to the side. Immediately Techno dove back in, hands on Dream's sides as they kissed, gradually running his fingers up and down, from hips to armpits, making Dream squirm in glee as shiver after shiver ran through him. Wanting to give Techno unlimited rule over his exposed skin, Dream wrapped his arms around Techno's neck before doubling back and placing them in his hair, a little more rough and aggressive as he ran his fingers to and fro. Luckily it didn't require much attention, as Dream couldn't help but pay attention to every little thing Techno's hands did against his skin. They ran over sections dozens of times before jumping to a random spot, they traced curves and muscles, they pressed against his skin, strong, evidence of his training, they seemed to Dream a force of nature. In Techno's hands, Dream was putty.

Techno's frenzy seemed to die down once he had sufficiently explored the entirety of Dream's upper body, bringing his hands to rest around Dream's waist and forgoing active kissing in favor of leaning into the hands on his scalp. Dream couldn't help but be slightly disappointed, though the weight on his hips was wonderfully cozy. Letting Techno take a break, he pulled away from the kiss, smiling at Techno's blissful expression before moving his hands down to hold Techno's chin. He closed his eyes once more, peppering little kisses all over his face, cheeks and eyes and forehead, attempting to cover every part with phantom imprints, feeling as Techno leaned into every one. With the face done, Dream moved one of his hands to Techno's shoulder, kissing down his jaw and neck when Techno leaned his head to open the area. Pulling his shirt collar away, Dream continued giving hundreds of soft little kisses over the expanse of Techno's sensitive collar bone, when Techno hands suddenly moved up his back, warming it, before stopping at his shoulder blades to bring him closer. The surprise sent chills, and Dream almost took the bait to leave a hickey on Techno's neck, but after being teased before, he stopped himself. Instead, Dream nuzzled the neck with his face, gently using it to caress the skin, he would have to try harder than that if he wanted a hickey.

And try he did, launching a counter attack by using one hand to trace a line down Dream's spine and nibbling part of his bare shoulder, which made Dream whip into a frenzy, opening his mouth and clutching at Techno's shirt, but not giving in. Techno kept at it, biting more of his skin and causing him to wriggle further into Techno's shoulder before Dream gave in. Lightly pushing him back, Dream wordlessly told him to take off his own shirt, then he walked the two of them back until Techno was sitting on the bed. Adoring the canvas before him, he kneeled around him on the bed to get in position, then munched on the sweet neck of the man who welcomed it openly. After giving a few more hickeys around Techno's chest as brownie points, Dream relaxed, letting himself fall back onto the soft sheets, quickly followed by Techno. He could feel the heavy warmth and the light tickle of hair on his arm as they laid there, fully enjoying each other's company.

Minutes passed before Techno shifted up so he could rest his head on the pillow while giving Dream a series of slow, loving kisses accompanied by the grip of an arm around his middle. Of course, Dream accepted wholeheartedly, dragging his hand across the skin of Techno's back as they made out. Techno's kisses got slower and lazier as he eventually fell asleep, leaving the weight of his arm still resting on Dream's stomach, his fingertips subconsciously grazing him. With one last warm smile and a kiss into Techno's hair, Dream also let himself slip off into dreamland, thoroughly content.