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Night three started with a meaningless conversation, pointless comments flicked back and forth in a fruitless attempt for the two of them to compete for the victory of who was the most unbothered about what they both knew would result of the evening to come.

The first empty conversation was about how Killer looked surprisingly stable on his legs, a mocking jab at how the guardian had last seen the skeleton when he'd been inside his home. That had been countered by some snide remarks that he hadn't actually been too impacted and that Dream strokes his own ego too much.

Three more sneering conversations aimed at insulting each other later they'd moved to the kitchen, Dream offering Killer a glass of champagne which they both washed down with a somewhat sense of urgency. Of course the villainous skeleton wouldn't scrape up the confidence to ask Dream when the night would start, and the golden skeleton didn't want to motion for Killer to go upstairs for the thought of seeming overly eager. If either one of them was going to break from impatience, it would be Killer.

Watching him from the corner of his eye the tear-stained skeleton leant against the counter, downing his drink in one gulp. It wasn't because he was hoping to get the night started faster, but instead because that's how he liked to do it - or as Dream said it 'he had no class'.

What are you waiting for? The question bounced around his mind like a ping pong ball, knocking into the curves of his skull and rattling about heavily. Are you expecting us to start baking?

"So, what are we cooking?" Tired of the silence, Killer decided to break it, as he liked to do with most things he didn't enjoy.

"Cooking?" Dream arched a brow in confusion, head tipping to the side. "Whatever gave you the impression that we'd be cooking?"

Annoyed, he sighed as if he were about to explain a simple concept to a stupid child (a dangerous thing to do around Dream). "Well, you brought me into the kitchen instead of whisking me to the bedroom, we're drinking champagne, the oven isn't on and already baking, so my logical conclusion is that we're cooking."

Chuckling lowly Dream shook his head, the laugh slightly rumbling. "Oh Killer, we're not cooking anything tonight. In fact, you're not even going to eat tonight."

"Implying that you are going to eat?" He glanced at the oven clock before his gaze swept back to Dream. In that small moment the skeleton had placed down his glass, stepped round the kitchen island and took three strides towards the smaller who grinned in response. "Ordered a deliveroo McDonalds for one, Hm? Missed the opportunity for a family-or-couple-meal."

"McDonalds isn't on the menu."

"Then then what is?" His snicker was cut short by a sharp inhale of breath as Dream's fingers gripped at his jaw, effectively shutting him up.

"You."

It took a moment for the word to sink in, Killer's brows furrowing in confusion before he paused, heat creeping up his cheeks. To try counter his apparent embarrassment, he forced a laugh. "Couldn't hold back your primal urges for any longer, huh?"

"For every stupid sentence you say I'll bite you." He muttered, pressing him back into the counter until his spine dug uncomfortably into the granite.

"Bite me?" He almost sounded alarmed. "Are you some sort of savage dog-?"

"That's one."

Before the skeleton could voice another question or mockery towards the other he felt the scrape of teeth at his neck followed by the hot presence of something wet massaging the bruised bone.

"O-oh-" He understood what he'd meant now, cheeks burning as he felt the guardian bruise his neck. "I-I thought we- we said none where they'd beee- be visible-" His voice betrayed him awfully and in the moment he wanted to die.

"You'll just have to cover it up really well, won't you?" Dream offered no sympathy as he nipped at the bone, enjoying watching how tightly Killer's fingers clenched around the countertop from such a simple action. How pathetic.

"HhA- m-make it faint-" He cursed, eyes flicking up to stare at the ceiling hazily. Something so easy wasn't meant to feel so good.

"You're in no position to make orders, Killer." His tone was firm enough to make his mind swim, a groan fleeting from his lips. However Dream did seem to listen, pressing kisses lower down and around his collarbone instead where any marks he left wouldn't be so visible and less of a hassle to hide.

Closing his eyes he let him do as he pleased, a shiver rippling through his body as he felt his jacket be slipped from his shoulders to gather and pool around his wrists where it hung heavily. He didn't dare let go of the counter to shed it off properly, the embarrassing prospect of slipping or stumbling being enough to halt the idea completely.

Humming lowly the guardian pushed his fingers under Killer's white top, the tips tracing across his rib cage with pressure equivalent to a feather. It frustrated the smaller to an unbelievable extent, but he didn't comment. Dream liked Killer's bones: they were so unlike his own - marked and carved, blemished and chipped, Killer's body was a story of battles, losses and wins of a lifetime. Being a guardian, most of the injured he received in his past vanished and were dismissed by magic. As of now he only had a few scars; one cracked rib from when it had snapped (it may have been Killer who had done so), a dent in his arm (definitely from Killer), and a chip in his ankle from Nightmare. He'd stopped erasing his scars once he'd decided he wanted to stop pretending to be perfect.

"You have n-no idea how cheesy your comment about nGh- me being on the- on the menu was-" Killer mumbled, deciding in a scrambled moment that he desperately needed to find away to criticise the guardian who was currently doing such a good job of marking up his right collarbone.

"That's a second stupid sentence."

Inhaling in surprise Killer stared at him as he felt his body shift, strong hands grasping his hips before he lifted him up onto the counter, tailbone bumping against the toaster for a moment before it was shoved out of the way. "Woah- r-right here-?"

Grinning widely Dream met his startled gaze, fingers curling around his legs and squeezing teasingly. "What's the matter? Too scared to do it anywhere other than the bedroom?"

"No-" He hissed and hooked a leg around his back, tugging him forwards until the golden skeleton's pelvis was pressed against the kitchen counter. "I just didn't think you'd be so.. uncivilised."

"Funny way of saying you're intimidated."

"Shut up and get it started-" His pupils burned through him, slate grey clashing against gold.

"Your wish is my command." He sneered, hands grasping at his hips and lifting them up just high enough for his fingers to curl around his shorts and tug them off in one sharp movement.

Retaining a gasp the smaller shifted, expression hazy as he let Dream hoist his legs over his shoulder, leaning down so his face was level with his pelvis. It was perhaps one of the only parts of his body that wasn't badly scratched up, aside from one dent in the left corner.

Clicking his tongue sharply the taller pressed a kiss to the curve of his pelvic bone, the touch lingering for a few seconds before his tongue dragged across its surface. He enjoyed the stifled whimper he received in response, mouth twitching in amusement. The action was repeated slickly, a light sheen of saliva tickling his grey bones in ways that made Killer feel lightheaded.

Fingers hooking around the edge of the bone his honey tongue lapped at his pubis, earning a cry. Red swirling magic pooled in his core, bones softly tinted with a pinkish hue as Dream worked him up. It was so unusual for him to take his time like this, Killer having prepared himself for a quick build up to a fuck. But it appeared the skeleton had other plans for him, slowly dragging his senses out to the point of desperation. He wasn't used to such.. gentle foreplay.

It wasn't long before his ecto formed before him, the faux flesh pliant under his fingers. Thumb sinking his thigh lightly Dream hummed, gaze hungry as he watched how easily the skin dipped under his fingers.

Panting softly Killer waited, his soul prickling with excitement under Dream's influence. Whether they moved upstairs or stayed here in the kitchen, crowded against the counter in a space far too intimate, he didn't care.

Tapping at his thigh softly Dream thought for a moment, rather intrigued by the sight of them. He'd never really bothered to look at Killer's body much, more focused with the task of railing him until his brain melted and his soul crumpled. But now that he took the moment to stare, he might have even called it pretty. It was in no means perfect, but then again; social media was fake. His hips were thinner than he'd have liked, and his waist was nearly the same width. But that was irrelevant from the moment he ran his hands down his thighs. They were a nice size, rounded and smooth. All of a sudden he felt the inexplicable urge to ruin them; bruise them, scratch them, kiss them, bite them.

The first press of his lips to the faux flesh was soft, almost hesitant to start. But he soon built up confidence, fingers digging in sharply to keep the villain still as he sucked at a spot. It's surface burned under his tongue, darkening from the pressure until the skin bruised the most pretty shade of purple. He didn't stop there, teeth scraping across the newly formed mark and nipping.

Killer's eyes widened in surprise at the feeling, a startled moan spilling from his lips as he sank against the kitchen wall, spine wedged uncomfortably against the counter and the cold tiles behind him. Yet he didn't dare complain about it. The tingling sensation left behind by his mouth was alien and it made his soul twist, it's target shape slowly melting towards the top and base to form the wonky heart he hated. It betrayed him far too much. Thankfully for him Dream seemed far too preoccupied with his lower half to notice his souls new shape.

"I'm sure these fall under the category of 'wouldn't be visible', wouldn't they?" Dream smirked, expression smug as he dragged his tongue along his thigh to a dangerous proximity that made Killer whine.

"I-I suppose- so-" He managed to choke out, unable to help but stare at the dark outline of teeth that circled the heavy bruise on his leg. Dream had never marked him like that before - no one had. He couldn't tell if it was the adrenaline building up or some new twisted kink within him, but the sight of his body being.. desecrated in such a way set his bones alight. He loved it.

Pleased with his answer Dream chuckled, teeth dragging along his inner thigh before he pressed a soft kiss to it, never once breaking eye contact. It made the smaller feel lightheaded, vision swimming slightly as he grasped uselessly at the marble beneath him. He felt he couldn't look away, leg losing purchase slightly around his back to fall weakly and hook to his hip. "D-Dream.."

It was a hoarse whisper, riddled with betrayals of emotions he scrambled to shove back down into the depth of his soul uselessly. He had sounded too vulnerable, too weak, too desperate. It made his gut clench, skull pounding with an impending ache he couldn't afford to gain. He wanted to hiss at him, to snarl for him to hurry up, make a snarky comment that would encourage him to continue and shatter the dragging moment the two experienced as they held the eye contact he couldn't seem to break. But he didn't.

Just when the crushing feeling in his chest felt almost unbearable Dream stopped, his gaze dropping and fingers squeezing him, the tips digging in with a sharp prick of pain that helped tear Killer from his tumbling mind.

He relished it, tipping his head back to hazily stare at the ceiling, chest rising and falling at an irregular pace. He couldn't afford to be lost in another moment like that. So he didn't look back at him, instead letting the guardian surprise him with the distribution of kisses. He would differ them from time to time; applying softer kisses for a while before his tongue would rub against a particular spot, the only warning he'd get before his teeth dug in and sent his eyes rolling. By the time he was satisfied, the golden skeleton had left around nine dark hickeys littered across both legs, staining his thighs like paint splatters. They'd ache with the memories of tonight for a long time.

"You liked that, didn't you?" His voice was smooth as cider, but thick like honey, twisting his soul in ways that only a high school teen should react. God he was an embarrassment.

"So what if I did-?" He managed the initial sentence without a stutter. "Y-you did too-" Hie second sentence however was a failure.

"I know, I won't deny it." His thumb swept across the fresh bruises slowly, smiling at the sight of his legs jumping at the contact. His digit dragged further up to the inner curve of his thigh before resting by his heat, tapping.

Despite his earlier vow not to Killer couldn't help but look down at the other, silvery pupils following the finger closely as it moved.

Pushing through his folds Dream chuckled, letting his thumb press to his clit where it rubbed in slow, firm circles.

Grunting softly Killer arched his back, a strangled gasp fleeting from his lips. It had been such a simple and easy action but he hadn't expected it, body awash with tingles. "Mmh.. d-damn tease.."

"Oh please, you know you love it." Dream sneered, applying more pressure as he let his finger become slick with liquid, the smaller clearly being quite aroused by their earlier excursions.

Killer knew better than to comment back at him, instead hissing through his teeth and focusing on the kitchen in front of him instead. It followed a clear colour scheme of white, giving off the feel of the sort of kitchen you'd always see social media stars with lots of money brag about - right from the homes magazine. It didn't look like anything was ever touched or used, all the glasses lined up neatly in their shelves without the slightest speck of dust or stains of water. He supposed Dream took great pride in his kitchen, which was more than he could say for the one he used himself - it was rancid, in comparison.

Eyes lingering on the other Dream continued to apply soft pleasuring touches, taking note of how he refused to look at him. For whatever reason it was, he didn't mind. He'd have those eyes rolling back in his skull in no time anyway. Finger creeping forwards, it slipped in side of him. A shaky cry emitted from Killer and he shifted, cheeks burning crimson as his walls clamped firmly around that finger, feeling every brushing move of the sinful digit.

"HhA- mh-" The sound left him before he could stop it, Killer's soul plummeting in embarrassment and frustration over how poorly he'd been keeping check of himself.

Thankfully it didn't seem that Dream minded or noticed, more focused on curling and twisting his finger in the best ways to make the other squirm. The bone was buried up to the knuckle, beckoning inside of him in such a way that the angled tip stroked his nerves. He desperately wanted to whimper and cry, to let some sort of sound out and release in return. But he abstained for fear of mockery by the taller.

"You look awfully red, Kills," He murmured, clicking his tongue after at the forgotten vow to not address him by such a nickname "and I've barely even done anything to you."

"NGh- y-you seem to be- be taking your time-" He muttered with as much malice as he could muster, expression full of contempt while his eyes gave away his true emotions. He was hungry, and not for food. He ignored Dream's comment altogether.

"You seem to be enjoying it."

He shut up after that, teeth grit and soul pounding, and all the while Dream kept using that finger like never before, scraping it against every ridge and bump he could find until one finger wasn't sufficient.

The second digit surprised him, a choked gasp flying from his lips as knuckles turned paler than bone. His hands ached awfully, their grip on the counter loosening moment by moment until he felt himself slipping, his body slumping and falling into Dream more.

"Sweet.." The taller murmured, spreading the fingers widely and watching as Killer whimpered oh so sweetly, his grey pupils a striking silver. That was new.

"MhAa- D-Dream- shit-" he cursed and shook his head, feeling his gut clench with the burning feeling that was coming all too soon. It couldn't happen already, not like this.

"Don't tell me you're close already? Oh, that won't do." Quicker than he'd like the fingers slipped free of his heat, leaving feeling empty and unsatisfied.

Frustrated Killer glared down at him, breathing rapid as he took the short moment to recover from his hazy mind.  It was worrying, the way his soul twisted at the guardian's stare, the way his breath caught in his throat when his hand brushed up his thigh, the way his body felt so so weak. So vulnerable.

While he took the time to recover and wrestle with his thoughts Dream didn't waste a moment to dip his head, hands pushing the smaller's legs wider apart so his skull could nestle between them cleanly. The first poke of his tongue to his clit had Killer freeze, his poor mind not having a change to regroup itself before the guardian's tongue was working sinful wonders on him.

"FfUck- D-DreAm-?" He was surprised, toes curling as a hand flew up to grip the others shoulder. He couldn't see what the taller was doing, his vision blocked, but boy could he feel what he was doing. With each stroke of his tongue Killer's vision darkened at the corners, mouth open with silent pants and moans. It was unlike any feeling he'd ever experienced before.

The golden skeleton seemed content in ignoring him, his pointy tongue dragging through his dripping folds and circling his clit, the action repeated over and over until he had Killer drooling.

It was perhaps a minute later that he finally gave in, tongue sliding into him so easily before curling, rubbing slickly against his sensitive walls. The action earned a loud cry, the recipients legs trembling around his skull as he locked him in place.

Twisting and jerking Killer's abdomen felt slight eye fire, his lucidity melting with every lick and poke to to his soaked core that the guardian gave him. He wouldn't be surprised if he passed out for a moment. It was as if Dream were searching for something, scraping the very depths of the jam jar to get the last smears of the delicious treat out. To feel like he was such an object, it near ruined him.

"HhAA- D-Dreaam-" He moaned out longly, a hand grasping at his skull and eyes wavering as the taller worked to desecrate him so successfully. "NnO- nonono ImgOnnA- fFuck I'm- nGhhAaAH~!"

He tried his best to hold back, he really did, but one calculated thrust of that tongue had him spiralling over the edge, resolve tumbling and soaring off a cliff before it crunches into the force of an orgasm like a heavy brick.

The wail-like cry that fled from the skeleton's lips was truly Devine, and Dream groaned just to hear it, steadily coaxing him through his bone trembling climax and lapping up the sweet rewards. He hadn't initially planned to start off the night in such a vanilla way, but as he stood there, leant over the kitchen top with his eyes fixated on how Killer's pupils rolled back, how his years gathered around his sockets messily, how his cheeks burned with crimson blush..

..he was glad he had.

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Tehehehe maybe my favourite of this series so far. I didn't expect simple foreplay to take up 3,400 words, but here we are.

Ah boy killer might be slowly catching feelings 😳 But he's denying it as long as his mind and body can handle. But he won't manage forever 😏

Who would admit their feelings to each other first? Neither. It would go all the way to 214 nights only.

Anyway, enjoy ❤️

-Jess-