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Dream thinks Blaze gave him something mixed in with dinner, but he’s not about to point it out. His muscles feel loose, even though the hand resting on his hip makes him want to tense up. He should be asleep; it’s probably been an hour or so since they laid down, his brain being so empty is evidence enough that he’s close to passing out.
He thinks he has an idea of what Blaze wants to do and what he needs to be drugged for. Blaze has been wanting to start having sex. He has tried, but the last time he did, Dream accidentally kicked his thigh out of fear and even though he tried to explain and apologize- beg, really- sex ended up being like any other time, rough, painful, and meant to be a punishment. He really didn't mean to, he just freaked out, and the blindfold Dreams been wearing for however long now doesn't help with calming down.
The hand moved from where it was resting, leaving the warm skin to grow cold. The bed moved as the warm body behind him sat up and pulled the blanket off of them both. A hand grabbed his hip, it rolled him onto his back, he tried to keep his legs somewhat closed. The hand that stayed on his hip began to lightly rub his waist while Blaze's other hand went between his legs, spreading them before he crawled between them.
Dream tried to keep his breathing deep and even, if not to pretend to be asleep, then to try and relax or calm down. One of his legs got thrown over Blaze’s shoulder, the hand on Dream’s waist moved away from him for a moment before coming back, dragging one of the pillows down and stopping somewhere near Dream’s ass. His hips got lifted off the bed, he half expected his pants and boxers to get torn off like they usually would, but no, they were pulled off quite slowly.
The pillow gets put under his hips before he’s let back down, he tries to move the leg that was still down to cover his crotch, he doesn't get far before Blaze pins his leg to the mattress. “Stay,” is all Dream’s told. It's accompanied by a small shove to his leg before the hand lets go. Dream squeezes his eyes closed tighter. He still feels foggy and heavy, so maybe if he tries hard enough, he can sleep through this. At the very least, if he sleeps through it, he won't fuck up enough to make this worse for himself.
He can feel Blaze shift around for a moment before the leg on Blaze’s shoulder gets pushed closer to his chest as he moves to grab something. Dream can feel the heat coming from Blaze, it’s nice since their room tends to stay kinda cold.
The heat retreats when Blaze sits back, a warm hand comes to lay on Dream’s, thankfully, still covered stomach. “Cmon, Bunny, you gotta breathe.” The hand moves to travel under Dream’s shirt. Dream turns his head to the side to try and hide his face in his pillow and takes a shaky breath.
He tries to keep breathing when the hand under his shirt retreats, he lets out a small dry sob when he hears the click of a cap. He hears the sound once more after a moment, flinching when cold wet fingers touch his ass. Blaze’s other hand once again grabs his leg before he can try to cover himself, but instead of pinning it to the bed, Blaze holds it so it’s bent at the knee and pushed so Dream’s more open and exposed.
“Cmon baby, take a deep breath for me,” Blaze pauses his movements while he waits for Dream to comply, Dream does his best but it practically gets forced out as a pained cry when 2 lubed fingers are randomly shoved into him. Dreams back arches as the fingers push in until Dream can feel the rest of Blaze's hand.
Dream lets out a sob as Blaze mercifully waits for him to adjust, even though it's just for a moment. All too soon the fingers start to move, albeit slowly. Dream does his best to try and relax his back so he's resting on the mattress again. Slowly, he begins to melt into the mattress and the points being held up by Blaze, giving into whatever's in his system when the burning from the fingers stretching him out starts to reduce until it’s gone. He feels his face burn at the strangled noise that slips out of his throat when Blaze curls and drags his fingers inside him, hitting the bundle of nerves that makes him jolt.
He throws his arms over his face and inhales sharply when the movement pulls at the burn on the back of his shoulder, it feels drier than it did earlier he should probably mention that when this is finally over. The hand supporting Dreams' leg tightens almost painfully; he knows a warning when he sees or, in this case, feels one. He lowers his arms to reach down and rest his hands on Blaze's legs. The hand loosened on his knee while the fingers inside him sped up while still curling into the spot that made heat pool in his gut every few thrusts, he felt the flush on his face spread to his chest and ears at the little sounds that made it past his lips.
He takes a second to breathe when the hand slows to a stop before pulling most of the way out. Blaze shifts between Dream’s legs before the feeling of another finger lines up with the other two; this one is colder than compared to the now warmed-up two. They push back in with little warning, it hurts, but not even close to how much it did for the first two. Dream can tell that Blaze is getting impatient, if the way he spreads his fingers sooner than he was is anything to go by.
Dream might not be able to tell the time anymore, but the way it still aches when the fingers stretch at all makes him think it hasn’t been longer than a couple of minutes before he feels empty as Blaze pulls out and lets go of his leg, letting it fall to the side. The legs under his hands move so that they tilt up before returning. He feels the cold dissipate a bit when Blaze shifts to press closer, their thighs touching.
Blaze grabs Dream's leg again and throws it over his hip. Blaze readjusts them, pulling Dream down further. Dream let out a soft breath at the warmth that enveloped him when Blaze leaned over him, one of the few things he can appreciate in life right now is how warm Blaze is when the house is stupidly cold.
He feels panic start to settle in his chest when Blaze lines up to press inside. He doesn’t know why he can handle the rest of this, but the moment a dick is involved, he starts to panic; panic just makes it worse, and he knows logically this isn’t a punishment until he lashes out. Dream tries to push past it by lightly grabbing the wrist of the hand that lands near his head for Blaze to lean on.
Tears prick the corner of his eyes when Blaze thrusts to the hilt with little time for adjustment. The hand Dream had resting on Blaze's leg moved to lightly push on his hip, more of a reaction than an attempt to push him off.
The grinding starts lightly before quickly working up to harsh thrusts, and he lets the movements rock him up the bed lightly, letting out louder noises as Blaze angles his hips to hit his prostate. The pace of the thrust slows, but they become deeper as a hand grabs him by the throat.
“You’re my bitch, right?” Blaze's voice is airy, and he’s closer to his ear now, “Mine to use and keep?” Dream hates having to agree, so he gives a hum, not an agreement, not a disagreement. There's a huff above him before “Words, c’mon, you know better.”
He’ll only be given so many tries to get it right. He gives a slight whine before giving in, “Yes, ‘m your bitch.” It’s barely more than a soft mumble; he hopes it's enough for the man. He thinks he pleased Blaze when their lips meet. Dream moans into the kiss when the hand that was on his neck moves down to stroke his dick.
The heat in his belly continues to grow before he tenses as he spills over the hand stroking him. He starts whining as the hand keeps going even after he comes down, the pace of both speeds up before turning sloppy as warmth fills him, he grimaces at the feeling, glad Blaze moved his face to start kissing his neck.
Rubbing his hand along Blaze's thigh, he breathes as he finally comes back down to earth, “Stay, I’m gonna get a towel to clean you off.” It takes a moment after he pulls out before Blaze moves, letting Dreams' hands fall.
His breathing is shaky when he rubs his hands over his face, but it evens out, and his hands fall next to him as he falls into the call of sleep.