Okay guys I know it's been a month but to make up for it here's 6,700 words of the smuttiest filthiest porn I've published in a long time. Fight for dominance, aphrodisiac, scratching biting begging crying choking what more could you ask for
 
This is almost copy and pasted from an rp I have with zyebana_yaoistka Where she controls Dream so all his actions and monologue are credit to her; I just went over and made it all flow a bit.

Because of this the writing may have a sort of back and forth roleplay-like dialogue and structure, but it truly doesn't take away from the intensity of the read.

Enjoy 😉

The chocolates sat upon the coffee table, framed by a little china plate and illuminated by the tall reading lamp that stood in the corner of the room.

Killer sat next to his partner, his silver eyes glowing yellow in the soft glow of the light. He was acting fidgety already, eyes flicking over the room, back and forth to rest on his lover. He felt giddy.

"So.." Across from him, Dream hummed. "Chocolates from Underlust. You have my attention; now explain." He already had a fair idea of what Killer was planning, he wasn't stupid. Any form of edible treat from Underlust wasn't going to be innocent.

"They're infused with aphrodisiac." Killer worded it bluntly, no messing around with explanations. Dream had always liked that about him.

"You hardly need chocolates to encourage sex with me, Killer." A smile twitched at his lips. He was intrigued, he knew Killer had some sort of alternative motive.

"Yyyes but- it's easy to get horny, ssso I saw this idea somewhereee." He picked up one of the chocolates, fingers brushing cooly over the smooth wrapping. "The idea is to eat one each, thhhen the rule is that you can't touch each other. Whoever breaks first is- Ah well, the loser."

Dream regarded him for a long moment, leant over to pick up one of the little squares and turn it over in his hands. It looked small and unimpressive, yet the labels bore hundreds of warnings and cautions. How sly of Killer to get these without him knowing. "I guess we can do that." He murmured, tugging the plastic open to break it in half. "I'm in."

He grinned, fast to unwrap his chocolate. "I don't know how fast they'll react but, yeah." He went to eat it, but reevaluated his position. He stood up and sat on the couch opposite dream. Being too close might cause temptation. Once he felt relatively safer in the more distant position, he bit into the chocolate, his eyes flicking over the packet eagerly to see if there was a relative time stamp of how long it might take to take its effect. "I know what you're thinking; there's no way I could win this, but ah, I might surprise you."

Dream didn't seem to mind where Killer sat, chewing the chocolate a little to swallow. He was casual about it. Maybe convinced it wasn't going to work on him regardless. He wasn't a normal monster after all. "I'm thinking there's no way this mortal, foolish nonsense will affect me. But what do I know? Just one way to find out." Dream grinned at him playfully.

Killer couldn't help but match the other, cheeks pink. Ah no, the chocolate couldn't act that fast? Surely not. But oh the way his teeth shone with that grin had his bones itching.

Dream leaned into the couch to turn the TV on, the news channel playing, leg crossed over the other one as he hummed. Maybe he planned to look unbothered, to act as if he felt no temptation while he watched Killer squirm. He spared him a look. He did look fuckable in the end. But that wasn't the chocolates talking, that was just Killer.

Killer keep a close eye on him for a while, but then his attention turned to the tv. He couldn't entice himself, that would only end badly. He needed to control himself .yes, he could do that. He tried his best to focus on the tv; but ah he could sense Dream's gaze. And just the simple knowledge that the other was watching him made his body feel funny. He wanted to be touched. Not necessarily sexually, but his bones craved to feel the other's fingers on them

Dream stared at the other after again, pupils flicking on the other up and down. Ah Killer's neck looked funny. Like he wanted to bite it. He wasn't sure why now he noticed those things. Maybe it was this not really directed horniness. As he stared at the other he looked back to the TV for now, rather calm. Some news about missing girls. Weird. "news can be so random sometimes. One moment it's a weather podcast, the next it's some crime scene." Perhaps he was trying to make casual small talk, or perhaps he was trying to distract himself from the odd burn in the back of his mind.

"Mmh.." killer glanced over at him, his skull itching. Dream looked good, really good. His fingers tapped lightly at the sofa arm, his eyes dark. Oh dear. He watched the way the others lips moved. He wasn't subtle in the way he watched him, his finger tracing slow beckoning motions on the sofa arm, as if inviting him to see what those fingers could do once inside of him. Oh he could tell his mind had gone foggy, because in his head Dream looked so utterly vulnerable.

Killer was so close. Just at the reach of his arm. And yet he wanted to shove into him like he never had before. For some reason that was the biggest concern Dream had, eyeing him very subtly. He didn't want to snap him, after all, he had the strength of a God, and Killer was merely mortal. Of course he'd noticed the movement, but decided not to comment, gaze flicking to the TV. Ah he held up well. Really well for now. Maybe Dream couldn't tell the difference between his imagination and reality now, to some degree it just seemed like Killer sat there on purpose. Closer than originally, even if it wasn't true. Not doing anything yet so inviting. It was making him feel awfully constricted.

Killer looked back at the Tv for a moment, then at Dream. "You look pretty, love." Maybe some praise would put the other in a more soft and submissive mood.

"And you look breedable." He was aware that this need they both possessed could be easily twisted around into it's counterpart. Neither of them wanted to lose, but both wanted the other beneath them them. But Dream wouldn't allow that to happen. He'd have to entice Killer into losing instead.

The comment made him flush and he tried his best not to imagine Dream fucking him cruelly over the couch arm. He swallowed. "As do you." He shifted on the seat, doing his best to remember the no touching rule. He wanted to shred the other to pieces.

As seconds passed Dream felt worse. It seemed to be still taking it's effect and he shifted into the sofa to push into it further. "I think that's far from truth, darling." He chuckled. Well, he definitely wouldn't allow Killer to be speaking to him like that.

But Killer didn't seem fazed. Instead, he grinned at him, a cruel and sharp grin. Despite being further away, the darkness in his eyes was clear. He had that, distant, feral look too him. It could work in his advantage for subduing Dream, but it might make it harder not to launch himself at him. "No no Dream, you truly do - curled up into the couch like that; it's as if you're scared of me." He liked it.

The comment made him feel.. funny. He already felt woozy, so Dream did his best to think it didn't even matter. It was hard to look at Killer really, fingers twitching. Swallowing, he only shook his head. "You're far away as if you were afraid I'd jump on you and take advantage of your vulnerable state, love. Why not come closer?" He patted the spot closer to himself. Didn't mean they'd have to touch. No. Dream knew this was a huge risk. Being too close to Killer when he was like that was.. dangerous. But he would still have an advantage over the other. At least that's what he told himself.

Killer twitched, his eyes following his hand where he pat. His brain told him not to, but ah his body moved by itself. He stood, fingers curling and flexing as he stepped slowly towards him. He paused, conflicted with thought, but moments later the sharp grin came back and he sat next to him. Close. Too close. Oh he could practically feel the heat radiating off the other. Horniness or aura? He didn't care.

Dream's arm went around the other somewhat, actually on top of the headrest. It didn't even touch Killer. The intent was clear though. "No need to act all bothered, cherry." Eyeing him a little he grinned. Ah he could almost feel his hands gripping Killer's throat, pushing him against the fragile glass table and bending him in ways his fragile little body really shouldn't. He wanted to pounce on him.

Frowning, Killer watched him somewhat skittishly. "I'm not bothered, love." His hand hovered over the other's knee, brushing along the air as he traced up to his hip. He never touched him, only teased.

Oh man he was conflicted. But he decided to win it no matter, after all; it was just some silly game. He'd rail Killer the moment the other would touch him. It was just hard not to be the first to touch. The chocolates were sending his mind into a frenzy, and he ached to touch the other, to grip him and squeeze him, to tug at his clothes and cast them to the floor. But he remained composed despite the wanting babble of his mind. "Of course you aren't. You say you're unbothered, yet you keep twitching like a wild animal." Brow raised, the guardian stared at Killer's hand. Oh how he'd enjoy he sight of it around his cock.

"You should know the dangers of not giving a wild animal what they want, little lamb." It was a nickname that had given great results in the past. He found that Dream was exhilarated by the dynamic of predator and prey. Oh he desperately wanted to grip the other, contort his body in ways that shouldn't be possible if not for his flexibility. He wanted to fill him until he sobbed, watch his release dribble out of the others heat before shoving back in to fuck it deep into him again.

"It's fine, Kitten. Just because a wild animal has sharp teeth doesn't mean they don't get tamed eventually." No matter how long it would take, how much he'd have to shove Killer back into the spot, he'd get what he wanted. It didn't matter if Killer had different plans; in the end he thought he'd win. When he looked at the other he could feel the weird need to bend him over. Or have him struggle to keep still. Make him do hilarious things in the name of dominating him. It was silly really. First thing on his mind this time was ripping Killer, bite by bite.

Killer tutted, his eyes dark as they flickered over him. His hand hovered above his hip, just barely brushing it. He didn't touch, but god he wanted to. He wanted to grab him by the front of his shirt and kiss him until his head swam, straddle him and tease him until he begged. God his feral mind was fighting a winning battle against his conscious. His fingers twitched.

Dream could tell the other was going to lose it soon, sighing in relaxation against the sofa headrest. "Mh.. oh it's nice, isn't it?" He was playing by then, fingers moving over the TV remote. Ah it felt funny. He wanted to feel Killer's clit like that right then. As much as he was aware both of their horniness' could've been redirected easily, he had in mind it would take some action to tame the other. "You look really fuckable." He was blunt, staring at Killer's face. "You make funny faces to try and manipulate me, but all you look like to me is easy to bend over and stuff. Shove into in any way I'd want." He didn't intend to say this. It would be harder to win if he focused on those thoughts, and yet.. ah it couldn't he helped.

Killer's hand paused, his eyes wide as he stared at him for a moment. Oh his mind was going crazy, eyes burning into him as he twitched. "Ssstop-" he hissed. "You loook just as easy to bend- shhhowing off your flexibility earlier like a ssslut- y-you want me to fuck you, Dream. Don't try wiggle out." Oh but his restraint was weak. He'd snap.

"What? Oh, now you're making things up" he snickered, shaking his head. Ah he dismissed the other more that time, grinning. "You try to redirect it to me but it's you who is such a whore, love. Sitting next to me and trying to tempt me, just to hide how much you wish to be stuffed and fucked over and over, until you can't keep up on your legs anymore." Maybe he'd play that game. It seemed to work.

His eyes flickered and he scowled, shaking his head. "Llisten Hhere you-" he reached forwards, fingers gripping the other's shirt to tug him closer. It didn't count, he wasn't touching him. But god if Dream played his cards right Killer would certainly pounce on him. He needed desperately to kiss this man, so badly it drove him insane.

Dream hissed, not moving an inch to make sure he didn't accidentally make contact with the other. Oh god oh god oh god. "What, wolf got your tongue, kitten?" He knew the other had different intentions than being fucked, but he wasn't about to let the other win. Maybe he did play his cards right.

Oh god. His body couldn't keep himself back any more, his hands shaking as they gripped his shirt. His face seemed to morph through some sort of confliction before he tugged him forwards roughly, pressing their mouths together in a fast, needy kiss. Dream felt his body sink, but he got a hold of himself right in time, gripping Killer's shirt. He leaned forward to push Killer back into the sofa, doing his best to get on top of him. Regardless he kept the kiss. Just to restrict Killer's vision.

The assassin did his best to straddle him, knowing how well the high ground usually worked for him. A hand gripped his shoulder and he rolled his hips, trying to coax the other into submission. But Dream wasn't having any of it. He hissed, breaking the kiss. His hand clasped around Killer's neck to shove him into the sofa, other hand gripping his wrist to keep it in place. "You lost. Now stay still." Maybe he expected it to go easy now.

Killer fought, almost snarling up at him as he fought back. But oh god the hand at his neck was so strong, and it felt so good. He couldn't keep this mindset. It wasn't healthy. But was healthy was the way kept him down, the way he stared at him. At least that's what his mind told him.

"You lost. And since I won, I get to decide what to do with you." It's what was the best for them; the guardian was sure. His free hand pushed up the other's shirt, fingers creeping across his ribcage and squeezing.

Killer hissed, straining beneath him. His fingers grasped at the other's spine through his clothes, fumbling to press into it. He couldn't lose this easily. But shoved his hands above his skull ever so easily, holding them down firmly as his hand tugged the shirt. All the way up to Killer's chin, just to expose his spine and ribcage. Oh he was such a treat. While his bones weren't pristine or white to his own standard, he found their scarring pretty, a finger tracing over them slowly. He could lean down and kiss them, mark them for hours, but the chocolate had his mind in a frenzy; and he was hit by the irresistible need to hurry up, to tear into the other and split him apart.

He panted, struggling weakly beneath him. No, this wasn't how he'd planned it out. His mind was spinning in a frenzy, yelling for him to get up, throw him off, fight back. Ah but Dream was strong, and the urge to give in beneath his silken touch was strong. Too strong.

"There we go, stay down whore. In the end we both know you only want to be fucked." His hand gripped assassin's spine, rubbing it up and down steadily. Just to make sure he'd push him into the right mood. He'd never felt such primal desire like this before.

He snarled at him, like some sort of animal, feral. With only one hand holding his own above his head, he managed to tear one free. He gripped the other firmly by the throat and shoved him to the side, hoping to catch him off balance and make him fall. The action was successful, and Dream was forced to release him so he could prevent himself from falling on the floor. He didn't want to hit his head. His hold on Killer was barely there in that second. He took that opportunity, pouncing on him. He gripped his shoulder, shoving him down onto the sofa. A knee dug into Dream's arm to pin it down.

Sat over him like that, his eyes dark and grin sharp, Killer looked like a predator. "hhEy-" He strained beneath him. Oh god no no no. Dream wasn't going to let this happen, head shaking as he tried to twist onto his side to try to screw himself out of there, he wasn't going to be held down like that. Killer looked animalistic, and he knew what would happen if he let this go on for much longer. But he did enjoy those fights.

Killer leant down, the hand on his throat moving to grip his skull and push it aside so he could sink his teeth into his neck. A mark of possession. He knew the other's neck was sensitive. He sucked at the spot, his free hand squeezing the other's ribs, just under his shirt. Oh he'd ruin him, his mind was desperate to fuck him, to top him, to dominate him. But ah that could change.

The guardian's legs shifted against the sofa, cheeks growing yellow. He did his best to try and cover his neck by raising his shoulder, but it felt useless. He needed to throw him off. He did his best to stay still not to raise suspicion, arm carefully shifting out from beneath Killer. A second more and he'd be out surely. With one calculated shove his arm arm tore free, and suddenly his hand gripped the others neck to shove him away from his own. He used the space between them to push the other into the headrest, shifting himself from beneath Killer to grab his other hand, tugging it firmly. To force him down on the sofa that was, swift movement following. He straddled him, grinning. He wouldn't be overthrown again.

Killer grunted in surprise, eyes wide as he was twisted, struggling, yelling and  kicking. His mouth was wet with saliva from the mess he'd made on the others neck. It made Dream feel hot. "GgEt off-!"

"Nno fucking way- stay down." This time he gripped Killer's hands firmer, hand summoning the arrow to slam it into the headrest, breaking it into a rather soft wobbly mess. He'd learnt a while ago that the magic could be manipulated. This wasn't what he'd envisioned using it for, but he didn't let his mind linger on it for too long. Leaning over he quickly wrapped it around the others wrist, giving it a firm tug. It would not move from that spot now. Good.

He yelped, his eyes wide as he looked up at him. Oh he had always liked how much power the other had, it made his body itch. Something about the power dynamic between a mortal and a God had him irreparably turned on. But he wasn't supposed to be in this situation. He was supposed to be subduing the God, not the one being subdued. He tugged roughly at the arrow, but found he was truly stuck. Shit. "Hh- sstop- D-Dream-" His mind couldn't accept it yet.

Dream chuckled, a low and chilling sound that dripped down Killer's spine like honey. The arrow wouldn't be broken. Killer wasn't a threat. "There we go, look what you made me do.." Shoving his shirt up again he reached for Killers soul. There was no need to prolong. The urge to raw him until he'd plead for some kind of mercy was too much, so he decided to simply put him in the right mood first.

He gasped, eyes wide as he watched his soul be taken out so easily. He strained, kicking. His mind still wouldn't accept it, but a flicker of heat coiled in his gut. "NnnO-"

"Stay down. You've lost." He murmured, gripping it in his hands to kiss the top. Without waiting Dream squeezed it, fingers digging into it lightly. Ah he'd work Killer open easily.

The assassin whimpered, his back arching off of the sofa in a weak attempt to throw him off. "NnnOno dream I- wwwait-" He felt oversensitive, his soul beating heavily over chest. He felt weak suddenly, vulnerable. His mind was struggling to cope with the transition from topping to bottoming. That didn't seem to matter to Dream, thumb pushing against its surface to rub lightly after.

"Stay still, calm down. You're in good hands, cherry.. Let me take care of you." Head tipping, he watched Killer's pretty reactions. He'd never tire of the others babbling. "Oh, cherry. I'll make you feel so good, ssso good-"

He whined pathetically beneath him. "Nnnono I-" His head was struggling to keep up with it all, his body not understanding what was happening. He'd been expecting to dominate the other, ah it made him stunned, his eyes burning into him weakly. Ah he was sensitive, the chocolate heightening his senses.

"Sshh.. it's okay; it's alright.." Dream gave the soul another squeeze before kissing it. His lips pressed to it so he could give it a nice suck, teeth grazing the surface. It was enough to soften, and after that his thumb was at that spot again, pushing until he could feel the layer snap.

Killer moaned softly, his legs weakly kicking at the pillows at the end of the sofa. He didn't know what to do, gasping. Oh the pressure was divine, his eyes rolling back in his skull as he begged him pathetically not to. "DddONt ddo thAht- D-Dream I-" Oh but it felt so good, a cry leaving him as the layer broke.

"You're not going to have any help, Cherry. You will be a good boy." Not like he'd stop. But it was funny to hear Killer whine like that, finger sinking deep into the soul so he could move the digit around it lightly, pulling it close to his mouth so he could kiss it's outside. Beneath him Killer cried out loudly, his soul throbbing around his finger. It became Malleable too quickly, dripping and leaking. The chocolate certainly made his body react faster than he could process. His pelvis was slick, body aching to summon.

Dream thrusted his finger into the soul easily, eyes closing for a moment as his teeth lightly grazed against its surface. It felt funny to have it leak and run down his fingers and hand, but it didn't matter. He wanted to have fun. But ah- Dream was fighting the temptation to shove into Killer. He looked so submissive.

He twisted and whimpered beneath him, his fingers scrabbling to grasp at the arrow that bound him, and then tearing at the sofa. "D-DdreAHm-" His body was burning. The chocolate made him needier than he felt his small body could handle, his mind feeling like it could fall apart. He needed Dream to raw him, to grip him to choke him to fuck him. He'd go insane. His soul leaked further. He felt it'd collapse.

But Dream seemed to be in no rush, adding in another finger to rub the soul, pushing against its surface from the inside as well - rubbing and scraping almost. It drove the poor boy insane. "Oh, silly. You're already melting. Summon me your body, yeah?" As he stared at him he appeared to grin for a moment. Man. Dream wanted to bend him. He knew he shouldn't, it was a poor mortal. But- it felt cruel almost. How much he wanted to dominate him properly.

He twisted, a sob tearing from his throat as his soul split. It 'came', leaking thickly down Dream's hand. His body snapped into place within seconds, so slick and needy. "HhA- ffUck it burnnnss.." He groaned, head tipped back. The others fingers felt so incredibly hot. He couldn't think straight. But he loved it.

Dream kissed down the magic that dripped to put the soul away, into Killer's chest again. It was so easy, Dream easing himself off Killer to settle between his thighs, spreading them open so his fingers could push between the folds. He wasn't wasting time it seemed. "Oh, I'm sure it's not that bad, love." Ah he wanted to tear him to pieces, hand awfully tight against his flesh.

Killer strained weakly, legs spreading wider as he panted. "Pplease- o-oh Drream please I- iiits unbearable-" He begged, gasping.  Maybe he should feel embarrassed in hismelf, but the bruising touch was intoxicating, his mind spinning. Ruin me please god please-

The guardian's fingers easily sank into the other after realising how wet he really was, brow raising. "Heavens, don't tell me you got that bothered?" He would prep Killer anyway, of course. But ah it was amusing to Dream; the way if he wanted to he could fuck him just like that, given how aroused the other seemed. "Filthy wwhore-" How would he manage to control himself?

He bucked his hips, pathetic as he cried out. "ShHIT Dream- th-these chocolates th-they-" he was unbelievably needy, his abdomen clenched in a tight coil. He'd die he was sure, delusional. Dream's fingers worked him open easily, quickly, with close to no friction; opening inside him to hook when they were tugged back, fingers digging into the flesh. That would leave a print.

"Really? Oh my, you must be oh so sensitive.." It began to hurt, physically. Dream wanted to choke him. It felt criminal not to rail him now. He wanted to choke him tug him bruise him Fuck him.

Killer cursed loudly, one leg weakly wrapping around him from behind. His eyes were prickling with tears, black tar smeared across his cheeks. "Kkiss m-me please ggOd kiss me I- I-I'll die d-dream I-" He was always so dramatic.

"oh, you suddenly feel like being good, do you?" Dream murmured, leaning over to press his lips into the others, kiss rough. As he continued to thrust his fingers up into the soul, his other hand fell from his thigh to slide up his waist, side, chest, to then grip his neck. Killer often wiggled moved about. He wanted his head to stay in place.

The other kissed back as best as he could, desperately pressing into him with a messy cry. He rolled his hips down onto the fingers, almost trying to Fuck himself into them. God the hand at his neck was euphoric, his eyes rolling back in his skull. He looked so pretty.

Dream's hand sped up to fuck into Killer faster, neck squeezed firmly suddenly. Give him a little taste of breathlessness that was, but he didn't break the kiss, biting Killer's bottom lip for a moment.

His breathing was strained, funny. But he liked the pressure. God he wanted to wrap his arms around the other, to tug and him and scratch his back till he bled. It was as if he were completely feral. He had to pull back after a moment, eyes wild. He couldn't breathe, but he loved it.

Dream kept his hand tight on Killer for a good moment, pace easily increasing into a rougher one, rapid even. Dream decided he'd keep that for now, until Killer was close to passing out that was. Ah he was so creative. He wanted him weak.

Oh god yes yes yes yes don't stop don't stopdon't-. His fingers scraped across the fabric of the sofa frantically, his feet weakly kicking at the cushions. He gave a choked whimper, eyes fluttering as his vision danced with black spots. God he felt close to passing out and close to release all at the same time.

Dream kept going, fingers hooking. He'd wait for the perfect moment, when Killer would come. And only then release him, he decided, grinning. "What's wrong? Out of air, love?" Ah he was doing this on purpose.

He wheezed, a pathetic little cry spilling from his lips. His body twisted as he felt the orgasm tear through him. He tried to breathe in, desperate for air, but he could only struggle, his body feeling sluggish and weak. Oh god.

His hand released the others neck after a second more, deciding to allow Killer the mercy of air. "Filthy thing.." As he withdrew his fingers, Dream looked at how sticky they were. Ah, scissoring them lightly, he made sure Killer could see. The whore made this mess. Killer gasped down air desperately, greedy for oxygen as his poor body shook with the intensity of the orgasm. His vision was dark and blurry, but he could see the filth that costed the others fingers.

Tugging Killer over to himself he undid his pants, taking out his cock. Dream was hard by then, really, to the point it felt almost painful. The tip swiped against the entrance, and Killer squirmed. "There we go.. nnow don't move-"

The assassin's mind swam, still trying to recover from the lack of air. Everything felt painfully sensitive, his eyes desperately trying to focus on him. God he needed him in him too bad, whimpering. But he was a good boy, staying as still as he could.

Dream pressed into Killer's entrance, easily getting slick as he brushed against the other. "How much do you want it, whore?" Dream found it amusing. Killer wanted to rip him to pieces a second ago, and now he was whimpering like a whore.

Moaning, Killer's eyes squeezed shut for a moment as he croaked out something pathetic. "Bbbaadly I- ppplease D-Dream I can't- I ccAHnttt.." a tear leaked down his cheek.

"Oh, silly, you're even crying.." Dream gripped Killer's thigh to keep it on his shoulder, sliding into the other with a grunt. Ah it ached. If not for the control he still had he'd tear him apart, hand squeezing Killer's throat. "Pathetic. To think this was the last thing you wanted today, and now?"

The words stung, but he could hardly deny them. He cried out in bliss, choked thanks and praise spilling from his dampened lips. He felt so full, yet he wanted more, an impossible chasm aching inside him. Oh my he couldn't control himself, feeling his mind fall apart. "PppLeasse I- mmmore-"

Dream bottomed out inside the other, hips flush to him as he leaned over. Other hand gripped Killer's waist nicely. "Pleading already? You're pathetic." But he didn't wait either, already thrusting inside the other. Ah he didn't go slow right away at least, splitting the other deeply.

He sobbed, his head thrown back as his legs pushed at the sofa uselessly, fingers scratching deep into the fabric of the sofa. He wanted to grip him, hold him, scratch him and scar him. He wiggled, gasping. "MmMy hands i- pppllease I- I-I'll be good-"

"You'll be ggood? Didn't you attempt to throw me of-off earlier-?" He hissed, but he undid the arrow right after, suddenly pushing into him faster. Just that thrust, it was hard, nice. "Tttry anything and I'll twist those pesky hands of yours-" Nonetheless he squeezed his throat tighter, leaning to kiss him on the lips.

"Ssso good I- I promise Dream I'll be e-ever sso good-" Maybe he was lying, but at the moment he felt that if he couldn't grip onto the other he might cry from frustration. His hands flew up, one gripping Dream's jaw to tug him into the kiss and the other sinking into his shoulder, tight. Dream kissed him so well, gripping him hard enough to bruise; he loved it. Maybe those silly promises convinced the other, and he tugged Killer lower to split him faster, deeper. He couldn't help but cry and moan into the kiss, his sharp fingers digging into his bone slightly as he cursed. Oh it felt so much, overwhelming almost. But he pressed into Dream further, a leg shakily wrapped around him from behind. He felt he could fall apart.

Dream didn't seem to mind Killer pressing closer, kiss deepening as he roughened into Killer's mouth. He didn't seem to wait with the pace, given it was already hilariously easy to fuck into the other. Shifting lightly he found himself only speeding up, hand on Killer's neck moving to his shoulder. Just to grip it nice and tight. Keep his body in one spot.

Sobbing into the kiss, Killer's fingers scraped harshly down his back. Oh he was sure he might break the skin, but he didn't care. His core was tight, and it only took a few more frenzied rolls of his hips to feel another orgasm tear through him. His vision went white.

Dream grunted, and despite the hardship, he kept the rough pace going. After he was sure the other was satisfied he pulled out, dragging him up by the neck to twist him over. He rested Killer into the headrest, tugging his hips back into himself. so that Killer was facing the sofa of course, easily thrusting back in.

Killer yelped in surprise, his fingers scraping across the others back and fumbling before they found purchase on the couch arm, digging in deep. He couldn't hold back the sob that fled his lips as the other sank back into him, his back arching. He felt impossibly taunt, like he'd snap in half.

Dream tugged Killer to himself by his neck, thrusting into him at a fast pace again, finding it oh so easy to split him open with how already aroused the other was. His other hand rested on Killer's hip, can't let him slip now, could he? "Ffucking whore- yyOu let yourself be bent ovver any surface as llongest as it means you sstill get fucked, don't yyyoou-"

"NnnNO I-" but god he knew the other was right. It felt euphoric, his eyes rolling back in his skull. His black tears stained his cheeks, silver ones running atop messily. Oh god oh god oh god. He felt broken and used, but he didn't want it to stop.

Dream hissed, hand tightening on Killer's neck to shut him up nicely. "NnOw now don't-- you ddare lying like that, filth-" He wouldn't have that. Tugging over Killer to himself he kissed his shoulder, now that was easy. Beneath him, Killer sobbed, his face pressed into one of the sofa cushions messily. His body looked like it could crumble into pieces, his grip tight and bruising. They were both losing their minds. He didn't really feel like he wanted to stop yet, then again with each harsh thrust he felt himself just want to-- snap him. Really. It was dangerous. Biting Killer's shoulder, the pace quickened, grip on his waist shifting a little so he could grip him tight. Ah it felt ssso nice. Too nice.

Killer took each thrust like a perfect little whore, crying out into the cushion and twisting weakly beneath him. He wanted to struggle, claw and scratch. But all he could do was take each overwhelming wave of pleasure. He felt close again alarmingly fast, his conscious slipping.

Dream couldn't really help himself, pace somewhat rougher if that was even possible, biting his shoulder a little to muffle. Being so close he did his best to keep the pace consistent, shoving the others face back into the sofa to make sure he didn't make him fall over. Oh god he knew he couldn't last much longer.

Muffling a wail, Killer's body shook violently as it tried to keep up with his rushing head. He felt he could pass out, weakly clawing at the sofa. He writhed, another orgasm ripping through him. Oh he squeezed Dream so nicely that it couldn't be helped, and few sharp thrusts later he spilled inside the other, crushing his hips into Killer's. "Mh-hhA fuuck-" Dream's grip on Killer's neck went tight, choking.

Killer's body couldn't stop shaking, his knees weak as he sank into the sofa. He felt like he'd black out at any given moment, his breath wheezing gasps as the other's hand tightened. He was too weak to even struggle. Oh god he was ruined. He couldn't feel his legs. After a moment of relishing the moment Dream pulled out, shifting Killer to lay him on the sofa to face him. Despite the fog in his mind, he knew how Killer liked his aftercare. Dream felt tired for the first time after railing him. It wasn't common. "Jesus.."

Killer gasped weakly, struggling to breathe even after the other had let go of his throat. He felt like he wasn't in control of his own body, Dream's voice sounding so far away. He'd never felt so wrecked. He was faintly aware of Dream leaning in to press a kiss to his lips, shaky sigh leaving. "Poor thing.. oh look at how ruined you are-" Despite his own tiredness, he forced himself to stay awake for the other, a finger brushing against Killer's cheek. "You can't stay awake too long, can yyou?"

He opened his mouth weakly to speak, but nothing came out. Not even a croak. He was stunned, expression drowsy as he did his best to press into him.

Dream shifted him closer, his arms wrapped around him. "I hope I didn't permanently damage your gorgeous voice-"

Killer shook his head, pushing his face into his shoulder weakly. It was most likely just the shock, the intensity of it all. He gripped his shirt weakly. "Gggod.." He could speak, voice a faint croak.

Dream snickered, ah he was pleased. Good. "It's alright love. We can deal with the mess later." He didn't seem to want to move either, and would be content with the other falling asleep on him. It was clear his lover felt overwhelmingly tired, his eyes fluttering shut as he sank into his hold. Dream gave him an affectionate squeeze, kissing his chin with a soft hum. "Poor little boy. Sleep. I'll take care of you.." He'd put him to bed later. Killer looked exhausted.

"Mh.." He wanted to stay awake, to kiss him until he felt drunk and drifted to sleep. But maybe he'd have to save the kissing for when he'd woken up. His mind was begging him for rest, and before he could answer the other's murmured offer of a glass of water, he'd fallen asleep.

Even as Dream spoke to ask the other if he was thirsty he knew the assassin hadn't registered a word of it. His head was nodding, and soon enough it stopped nodding at all, his body going still albeit for the occasional shiver. He hummed, cupping the other's skull with one hand as his gaze flicked to the empty chocolate wrappers.

Maybe he'd pay a visit to Underlust soon.

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Damn, that was an adventure

I hope you liked

Anyway, I'm currently working on a longer, more detailed oneshot, with an expected word count of around 20-30k sooo that's why I've been updating slowly tehe

Anyway, I enjoyed that

-Jess-