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“So,” Dream pulls back slowly, separating their lips and wasting no time getting to his point. “What you been into lately?”

Sapnap groans, trying to catch his breath. It’s been a long fucking day and he just wants to kiss, he doesn’t want to talk. Dream is pleasantly warm and solid along his front, where they’re both twisted to face each other on the couch, and one of his large hands is cupping the side of his face. He lets Dream push his thumb between his lips when he obviously takes too long to answer.

Instead of trying to order words in the correct order in his lust-fogged brain, he shifts to better take the wandering appendage between his kiss-bruised lips. Before he gets a chance to properly suck on it, Dream pulls him back in to press their lips together, long fingers pressing into his skin.

He gets lost in the sensations for a moment, delighting in the slick slide of Dream’s tongue against his, the softness of his curly hair in his grip. He’s only barely aware that he is moaning like a whore, but Dream annoyingly pulls away again. Seriously?

Pouting, he peers up at Dream through his eyelashes, hoping he looks debauched enough that he’ll forget about talking and continue kissing him instead. Dream’s smile only widens, apples of his cheeks flushed red.

“I’m serious! I wanna know, Nick, baby.” Dream leans over to nip and lap at his jaw, pulls at his earlobe with his teeth. A shiver moves down Sap’s spine at Dream’s low, sultry teasing. “Tell me how you’ve been getting off.”

A giggle makes its way out of his chest, feeling giddy with the other’s warm breath against his ear, lips exploring his jaw, down his neck.

“You really—” Sap gasps and pushes Dream’s hands away from the ticklish spot along his ribs. “You’re such an e-dater! You want to talk dirty right now?”

Dream scoffs at his accusation, but is immediately back on-board when he moves Dream’s roaming hand back onto his thigh, where he'd like to get felt up some more. Dream’s mischievous fingers slide up and under the fabric of his gym shorts.

His voice crackles as he continues, “Haven’t we done enough talking for today?”

They’ve just spent seven grueling hours recording. Plus, it’s their turn to fuck their sleep schedule in order to film with George in the UK. Lucky bastard gets to sleep during the night. If Dream hadn’t carried him out of his office and onto the couch for a cuddle, he would have passed out already. Literally, all he wants is some homie-necking (and, let’s be real here, perhaps some homie-jerking-each-other-off) and then to go to bed and be dead to the world for the next 12 hours.

He feels Dream hum into his neck and wrap a solid arm around his back, then he’s gently getting manhandled to sit in Dream’s lap. Planting his knees on either side of the other’s thighs, digging into the plush couch cushions, his hands find purchase on Dream’s wide shoulders to steady himself. The arm around him pulls him in flush, so he settles down properly.

Groaning into his best friend’s neck, they both grind their hips into each other. It feels amazing, he shoves a hand between them to feel Dream’s hardening dick through his sweats. His anxiety is usually through the roof when anything sexy happens, but somehow, when grinding on Dream—of all people—it’s nowhere to be seen. They’ve been fooling around for a few months now and he still can’t believe how easy it is.

Cupping him properly, Dream bucks up into his hand when he slides his palm sensuously over what he can feel of the shaft; then squeezes at the sensitive head.

“Don’t try to distract me!” Dream whines, “I’m curious; want to know how you’ve been getting yourself off.” Sapnap squirms when Dream moves both his hands to crudely grab two full handfuls of his ass-cheeks. “At least—when I’m not the one doing it.”

He laughs at Dream’s confidence. “You’re so full of it, oh my god!”

At least he hasn’t assumed that he doesn’t get off without him, he’ll give him that. Humble king. Sapnap pulls back to look at him, needs to assess his expression.

“Tell me,” A gorgeous flirty smile crosses Dream's handsome face, once their eyes meet. “If you won’t tell me, show me.”

Sapnap supposes that it’s his turn to be sharing his sexy secrets to his best-friend-slash-fuck-buddy. Dream had shown him his small, but growing, collection of restraints last week—and how spectacular he is at getting railed in them. It had been a fun evening.

The only problem is that Sapnap doesn’t have a collection of favorite sex toys to present, neither does he have the braincells currently to describe his go-to fantasies with words.

But—there has been something recently. He groans, sliding his hands over Dream’s wide shoulders, he’s not sure if he wants to share that.

“Come on,” Dream urges, “We don’t have to do any of it tonight—”

“Okay! Okay—Hold on!” He interrupts his lover’s needling and pushes himself off Dream’s lap to stand up. “Let me get my laptop.”

When he gets back from his short trip to his bedroom, personal (non-work) laptop in hand, Dream is slumped back onto the couch, apples of his cheeks flushed. He scrambles for the remote, turning off the football match that they’ve already muted earlier—it’s a replay anyways. Sapnap sets up his laptop on the coffee table, loading up the video he’s been thinking about for weeks already. Honestly, he’s been pitifully obsessed ever since he’s discovered it.

Jumping back up to his feet, he sprints to hit the overhead lights, then jumps back onto the couch to cuddle comfortably back under Dream’s arm.

"So, what are you showing me?" Dream chuckles at the paused opening frame.

The video is very originally titled "Sweet Hunny gets Spoiled and Pampered by Daddy", and Sapnap is of the opinion that it's quite self-explanatory. The thumbnail features a pretty blonde woman wrapped in a fluffy blanket, one of her long bare thighs slipped through the opening. A man’s dark, wide hand lays on top of her bare thigh; the rest of him out of frame.

“A video; you’ll see.”

“Just two bros,” Dream singsongs, “watching straight porn together.”

“Zero-feet apart cause they’re both bi.” Sapnap laughs along with him, feeling the tension in his shoulders ease up as Dream soothingly rubs his hand up and down his side.

“Whatever, press play, let’s go!”

Before he can overthink it, he hits the spacebar to start up the video.

The whole thing starts with an excruciatingly long five-minute intro, in which the woman in the thumbnail (Sweet Hunny) receives various gifts from her daddy, along with plentiful kisses and cuddles. He never skips the intro despite the horrifically bad, cheesy acting; he likes it as a form of… extended foreplay, if he can call it that.

Hearing it play out loud from his tiny laptop speakers, into the vastness of their living room, however, is a rather different experience than watching it alone in the privacy of his bedroom. He’s glad he’s turned out the lights, he’s not sure he could face the cringe under the harsh judgement of their ceiling fixtures.

When the actress on screen is finally getting finger-blasted through her new panties (a gift from her daddy), he lets out a quiet sigh of relief. Sapnap wishes he had thought of lying and showing Dream some other, less embarrassingly vanilla video. Dream had let him fuck him while locked into a spreader bar; his show-and-tell is… some guy spoiling his sugar baby.

Maybe he can still say sike, it’s not too late.

And yet.

Even with the horrible acting and vanilla kink, he still can’t deny that he feels something tugging at him at the idea of it. Warmth pools in his groin as he watches Sweet Hunny profusely thank her daddy for his dick and all the other nice gifts she’s received. He couldn’t turn it off to watch anything else right now. He’s been jerking off to it for weeks already. His nipples even pebble in a type of sympathetic bond with the actress as she gets her nipples toyed with in the next scene and he can’t help but squirm into Dream’s side.

Dream's hand grips tighter at his hip. Wanting to see Dream’s reaction to his favorite porn video, he glances up. He’s expecting his friend’s pretty eyes to be glued to the screen, but he immediately glances down to catch his gaze.

He barely has time to figure out what’s happening before he’s brought into another kiss. Desperate to have Dream’s hands on him, he forgets about the video for a moment to direct them onto his chest. Dream is smart, he gets the idea and quicky gets to work pinching and teasing his nipples through his shirt.

Completely distracted and not realizing that the video has moved on without them, they both startle when weird sounds—like those of a dying elk—erupt from his laptop. Sapnap turns just in time to see a closeup of daddy rubbing his spunk into Hunny’s waxed and bleached pussy lips with the tip of his big red cock.

He can’t help laughing, covering his mouth with his hand; had never realized how weird this actor’s orgasms sound.

Chuckling along with him, Dream helps them reposition themselves properly on the couch to finish watching the end of the video. Daddy carries Hunny into a luxurious bath, and the outro—like the intro—runs for way too long. The over-extended cutesy bath scene finally cuts to the thumbnail; with the woman curled up in her fuzzy blanket on the bed. She gives a bad one-liner about ‘going again’ and then daddy’s hand running up her thigh—and Sapnap is finally let off this roller-coaster—and the video mercifully ends.

He quickly reaches over to close the window and slam his laptop shut.

That was… a long 15 minutes.

It had been the thumbnail that had first drawn him in, liking how cozy and satisfied she looked in her blanket. He still likes it an embarrassing amount, but wow.

Cuddling back into Dream’s side, he’s unsure of what to say after all that.

Thankfully, Dream isn’t as awkward as him with these things. Sapnap feels him shifting to grab their own fluffy blanket and pull it around them.

“So,” Dream’s voice sounds rough, he clears it before continuing, “what—which part of it are you really into?”

Right, he still needs to talk.

“How like—” He’s really glad that he’s turned off the lights now, with his laptop shut, the only lights are the ones from the hallway and it’s comfy. Resting his head on Dream’s wide shoulder, he lets whatever words he can find flow out of his mouth. “She’s cozy, right?”

Humming, Dream’s eyes flit in the darkness to catch his. Sapnap can almost hear the cogs turning in his head. “And you want—” he shakes his head, as if needing to toss the ideas around into the correct order. “In which direction are you envisioning it?”

If there is one thing that he appreciates about having Dream as a lover, it’s the fact that he never assumes anything about his preferences, even after months of fooling around together. To be fair—their direction often depends on how they’re feeling in that moment. Feeling fond, he scoots over to try and get impossibly nearer to him under the blanket, cheeks warming.

“I want—” he hesitates, tripping over the next part of his sentence and needing to start again. “I want to be pampered.”

Dream blinks rapidly a few times, a teasing smile gracing his handsome features. “You want me to spoil you?” His voice is silky and breathy—horny—petting heavily up and down Sapnap’s side under the blanket. “You want me to be your daddy?”

Immediately squirming and whining at the teasing, he realizes that he does want that. He hadn’t analyzed why he likes the video, hadn’t thought of Dream potentially being his daddy—or even having one at all, for that matter. Now that’s it’s up in the air…

God, imagine having a daddy kink, that’s his life now.

“Yes,” he finally answers Dream’s question, feeling as horny about it as he is embarassed. He laughs at his own reaction, reaching for Dream’s chin so he can plant a dry kiss on it. “Please be my daddy.”

He feels Dream’s breath catch, but a more genuine smile crosses his face as he pulls Sapnap deeper into his arms.

“Of course, I’ll be your daddy,” Dream plants a kiss onto his temple, “if you’ll be my sweet honey.”