A nice gift

"And that's it?" Wilbur asked, raising his eyebrows skeptically. "Are you going to give him some boring book about programming for Christmas? God, sometimes I wonder why Dream is still with you..." "What don't you like?" he couldn't contain a disgruntled sound, almost on the verge of a growl "Plus, Dream himself said he wanted to find it..." His brother warmed his hands on his cup of coffee and adjusted his scarf. "As an ordinary gift, it would do. But not for Christmas! It's, after all... well... boring!" Technoblade sighed. He already knew he wasn't the most... social person and much of what people do is completely incomprehensible and even ridiculous to him. He'd thought long and hard about the perfect gift for Dream, and then Wilbur had shattered everything he'd spent so long planning and thinking about. For the umpteenth time, by the way. "You should be more original because it seems like all you have on your mind is books." Technoblade snorted, preferring not to answer it. Probably because it was partially true. Books occupied half of his thoughts. The other half was occupied by Dream himself. Even more than a half. But he would never admit it to Wilbur. He would not be mocked for almost idolizing his boyfriend, ready to go off on his every whim and fulfill his every whim. "Tell me, what did you get him last year?" "Pride and Prejudice." Wilbur nodded, raising his eyebrows skeptically. "It means a book. And for his birthday?" "Fahrenheit 451" "Yeah, a book again. Does he even read them?" Technoblade flinched, and almost puffed up resentfully. Had Dream read the books he'd given him? Of course he had! Sometimes he even read them aloud to him when they sat down on winter evenings on the couch, wrapped in the same blanket, and watched the snow fall outside the window. His boyfriend's soft and gentle voice was warmer than any fire, and Techno loved those evenings when he could put his head on the blond's lap and listen to him read, running his delicate fingers through his hair and making him literally melt from those gentle touches and almost purr like a real cat. "Look, it's not your business, ok? I bet you, yourself wouldn't worry about getting a gift until the very last minute, bringing in some scented candles." Technoblade sipped his coffee and looked around the deserted café. It was strangely empty for nine in the morning, but he wasn't complaining. Less crowded places were quieter. Outside the window, people were going about their business in a hurry, wrapping their coats and pulling their scarves tighter to keep the cold snow off their collars. Everything was so white and clean, almost fairytale-like... Watching the passers-by on this cold morning was strangely comforting. He thought about what Dream must have been doing at this time. Probably sitting in his mother's kitchen, drinking hot chocolate, telling her about his plans. He was telling him that he had promised to visit her today, leaving Christmas evening just for the two of them, and so Techno had to let him out of bed at seven in the morning, missing the feel and warmth of his boyfriend's body in his arms the second he slipped out from under the covers. Thanks to the holidays, they didn't have to go anywhere for a couple more days, and Technoblade planned to make full payback for the early rise today by staying in bed until lunchtime all weekend. And of course, he won't allow Dream to get up either. "What do you mean it's not my business? I'm curious! And neither you nor Dream are going to give us the details!" "Us?" Techno raised an eyebrow skeptically with a mental sigh. And why did he have the feeling that Phil was involved in this too? Realizing his blunder, Wilbur quickly hid his nose in his cup, pretending not to say anything. Unfortunately, that didn't dampen his insistence at all. Though the word annoyance would be better, to be honest. The curiosity of his whole family was not the nicest thing he had ever had to deal with. There was also the fact that, when they were still living together, his brothers were well aware of his "antisocial" personality and often teased him about it, laughing themselves off when he had to talk to someone and just blurted out his question and froze, staring at his companion. Plus he wasn't much of a talker himself and his voice always sounded awfully monotonous and unemotional, which put people off. So when he went to university he had only one friend, Skeppy, who made up for all his taciturnity with his energy, and one rival, Dream, who somehow managed to create a comfortable enough zone around himself that Techno relaxed a little and didn't look like a weird sociopath. They were always arguing, always competing for results, and any of the simplest actions could become, with their light touch, another test for the two of them. So when Techno came home one day announcing that he got a boyfriend, his whole family was in complete shock. He understood them a little. Everyone had expected Wilbur to be the first to bring home a partner, since he was by nature cheerful, easy-going, the soul of company, and a charming gentleman with the girls. And here suddenly, the most socially awkward one of their family found himself... whoever it was. Their shock became even greater when he told them that his boyfriend was the same Dream with whom his "feud" was known throughout the entire university. At first, Phil thought it wasn't serious, that it must be all a joke to Dream or he had forced Techno to be his boyfriend through blackmail or... Well, he was sure something was wrong. But when the joke didn't end a month later, then two, then a year and a half later... Phil seemed to have calmed down a bit, but Techno still decided to bring Dream to dinner to "officially" introduce him to his family so he could make sure. For the first and last time, by the way. These people, who he, unfortunately, calls his family, jumped on Dream like wild animals, going from threats to personal questions, then back again, then prying into his real reason why he started dating Techno and trying to piss him off to see what sort of person he was. Dream sat there all evening clutching onto his chair and throwing him frightened looks full of panic, but his family didn't stop even after insistent requests to stop, which almost bordered on screaming and of course were all ignored. Techno had never been so afraid that Dream might leave him as he was that day. After such a disaster, he was sure no one would want to stay. And he had never been so glad he was wrong. After that, of course, his family apologized, and they seemed to start communicating with Dream normally, but Techno wouldn't risk bringing him to dinner again. "So?" The obvious second of embarrassment passed and Wilbur poked his nose out of his cup again, flashing his curious eyes - Will you share the details of your relationship to your beloved brother? For a moment he wanted to sneer and say that his favorite brother was Tommy. Then he shuddered mentally. If the little gremlin found out he'd said that he'd give him a hell of a time later. "No." he said instead, looking out the window of the café at the bakery across the street. Maybe he should get something to take home with him. Some sort of cake or muffin. Dream would love some sweets. "Well, Technoooo..." Wilbur started whining "It's Christmas, don't you want to get me a present?" He sipped nonchalantly from his cup, not going to fall for such childish provocations. "God, is he as much of a stone as you are in this regard? Do you have an orgasm when you read? Do you even have sex?" Techno almost choked, at the risk of spitting all the coffee on the table, but held it back and, still trying to keep a nonchalant face, let go of the cup. Wilbur shuddered as his brother's darkened eyes looked up at him, but there was no way he was going to stop. "You've been in a relationship for almost four years! And you're not sleeping together?" Why, oh, why did he get such a horny brother? And Tommy seems to be growing up the same way... "Wilbur, do me a favor and let me enjoy this morning in peace. In silence." he pointed out, but he was still in no hurry to raise his cup. Knowing his family, none of them would be enough with just one warning. "Come on, I didn't hide what was going on with my relationship at all... What about reciprocal honesty?" "Get lost." "Ugh, how rude." His brother went quiet for a moment and took a big sip of coffee. "I'll have to visit you sometime... see it myself." "Don't even think about it." He growled, feeling his shoulders grow tense. The look on Wilbur's smug face told him he was thinking about it, and a lot. Techno wanted to slap him. Did he really have to annoy him on Christmas Day? "Look, what do you want from me? Don't you have someone else to pester with these questions?" Techno sighed, taking a sip of coffee that was starting to get cold. It was bitter on the tongue. Wilbur shrugged meaningfully and smiled slyly, knowing that if he pressed a bit harder, Techno would crack. "I want information!" He said boldly "And... And... I want you to change your gift." Something very devious shone in his brother's eyes, and Techno was sure that all he needed was a tail and horns to look like a devil. "One question." he allowed "And no sexual themes. And I'm completely happy with my gift." Maybe Wilbur wasn't happy with what he said, but he couldn't complain here. He had already crossed the line with his pestering. He thought for a moment and then he burst out: "Does Dream wear lingerie for you?" Before he could do anything, Techno felt him blush and barked: "I said no sexual themes!" A couple of cafe customers turned around at them, but he was too busy regaining control of himself to stop blushing like crazy. "Oh my God, so I'm right!" There was so much joy in Wilbur's voice that he wanted to slap his brother again. Preferably with his head on the table. He kept picturing one of the nights they'd spent together when Dream had worn lace stockings that accentuated his thighs and lingerie so thin it hid practically nothing, but it made him salivate at the delicate and so desirable body of his boyfriend. Oh, and another time, Techno insisted that Dream put on high heels and then bent him over the table, taking everything but them off and fucking him just like that. Or that night when his boyfriend let him put a collar on him and... Realizing that instead of calming down, he was only blushing more, Techno exhaled and tried to think about something unpleasant. Tommy's cries, losing in Minecraft, dead kittens... By the way, they have cat-themed toys, too, and Dream sometimes uses that plug with a tail- Oh, damn it! Techno looked up at his brother, seeing his face, which only seemed to get smugger. "Yep..." He grinned understandingly, squinting his eyes slyly "Okay, no more questions." Why did Techno feel like he was being set up? "Now, about the gift..." Oh, here's why. Wilbur rubbed his hands together in anticipation. "I won't change my present." Techno declared, folding his arms across his chest. His brother just waved him off. "So you'll give him two." "Or I'll just ignore you." Wilbur pouted, glaring at him in annoyance. Technoblade didn't look at him, returning his attention to the passers-by outside the window. Unfortunately, however, his brother's resentment passed phenomenally quickly, and even though no one seemed to be listening, he continued to chirp about his "genius" idea. "Anyway. I saw something on the Internet recently... I generally liked it, and I bought it with the hope that Quackity and I would try it..." "Oh my God," thought Techno "Here we go." "... But it turned out he wasn't into binding and didn't want to try anything related to BDSM and..." Realizing that his sex-crazed brother was talking some sex-crazed bullshit again, he didn't even turn to him, just watching the falling snow and feeling his head go completely blank, replacing all thoughts with something similar to the relaxing music they usually put on in the elevator... "... I thought it would make a great gift for you and Dream!" A sharp knock brought him out of this almost tranquil state and still made Techno turn his head to Wilbur, who had placed a small festively decorated box on the table. "Merry Christmas!" He stared bluntly at the gift, a little lost in the thread of the conversation and not understanding how Wilbur had gone from what he'd said before to saying Merry Christmas. "And you just have to use it today. Let's just say..." Wilbur smirked and put his head on his clutched palms "You gift Dream yourself today instead of that boring book." Techno frowned confusedly. His thoughts, confused from their almost sleepy state, couldn't seem to come together at all. What was it all about? "Open up." insisted Wilbur "I've even put the instructions in there." He pulled the box toward him doubtfully, untied the crooked bow on top, and opened it, staring at the sheet on top that covered what was inside. There were a couple of drawings of human figures and the way how they were supposed to... tie themselves up? He picked up the paper and looked at the long, wide ribbons of rope that were folded inside. Some of their pieces were already folded into fancy loops and after a couple of seconds, it finally dawned on Techno what his brother was talking about. Abruptly slamming the box shut and begging the universe not to let him start blushing again he pushed it back toward Wilbur and snorted irritably. "Oh, come on!" exclaimed the brown-haired man, handing the box back to him "You don't give presents back! Especially at Christmas!" "Correction:" Techno began "you don't give normal presents back, and this... This is..." "This is the best present ever. And it's definitely not supposed to be given back!" Wilbur protested "If you take it, Phil and I won't bother you for a month!" Techno narrowed his eyes. "Two." He made his own condition. After all, no one's forcing him to necessarily use this gift. He can shove it under the bed or just throw it away... Wilbur pursed his lips. "One and a half." Techno raised an eyebrow. "All right, all right! Man, no fun with you..." his brother grumbled "How can Dream even stand you?"   He pouted and dropped his gaze to his cup of coffee. It might have been a small victory for Techno if Wilbur's words hadn't left a bitter taste of insecurity on his tongue... *** When he opened the door of their apartment, he was immediately greeted by amazing smells that made saliva collect in his mouth and indicated that Dream was already home and getting ready for the Christmas table. Techno felt a rush of warmth and tenderness inside. It all felt so familiar, so homely... When he was with Dream he really felt at home. All worries and uncertainties disappeared, erased by the soft feel of the blond man's caressing hands and his love. Techno felt loved - and that fact made him the happiest man on this earth. There was nothing better than to see the shining tender green eyes across from him, nothing more pleasant than those moments when he felt his support and touch, nothing more desirable than to see him beside him... He was completely enchanted by Dream, was under his spell, idolized him, and was ready to snap at his every whim just to see his smile and the look of his lovely eyes directed at him. Carelessly placing the box on the floor and pushing it under the closet with his foot, he began to undress, still feeling a little cold after the street. There was something banging rhythmically in the kitchen - perhaps Dream was stirring something and Techno walked quietly toward the sound, standing by the door and watching his boyfriend, standing by the stove in the cute apron they had bought more for a joke than anything practical, and it was written "Kiss the Cook" on it. The table was littered with all sorts of plates and bowls and containers, some of which smelled so mind-blowing that saliva collected in his mouth in literally seconds. Dream himself stood with his headphones on, apparently not hearing that he'd come home and humming something to himself under his breath. Walking over to him from behind, Techno slowly and carefully, trying not to frighten him, wrapped his arms around his waist, placing his chin on his shoulder. Dream still flinched a little and turned his head slightly, smiling at him. Putting the spoon aside and turning off the stove, the blond took off his headphones and turned fully toward him, getting on his toes and hugging him by the neck. "Hi." he said softly, leaving a kiss on his cheek "How was your meeting with Wilbur?" Techno waved his hand and buried his face in his hair, muttering from it. "Well... He's the same dumbass he's always been. I wish we've just stayed home and slept more." Dream stroked his hands across his back in a supportive, circular motion. "But I have a little present for you!" Techno pulled the bag of pastries and sweets from behind his back that he had come to pick up after he and his brother had separated and barely managed to contain the urge to puff up with pride when he saw Dream's face light up at the sight of his favorite melted chocolate cakes inside. "You spoil me..." The blonde remarked, raising his head and leaving a quick kiss on his lips "Thank you!" Techno habitually reached for him when Dream pulled away, intending to get more kisses and maybe even something more, but his boyfriend put a finger to his lips and laughed, shaking his head. "I still have to finish making the cream for dinner." He reminded him, smiling. But when he noticed Techno's pouting, looking at him with big, sad eyes, he hesitated and finally exhaled "All right, one more and that's it." Rejoicing at the small victory, Techno readily pounced on his lips, holding him by the waist and practically squeezing him into the kitchen drawer. It was just that Dream was so... So sweet, once he tasted it, it was impossible to tear himself away from him, and he wasn't going to let him go just like that. One kiss turned into two, then three, then four, and when he finally let his boyfriend go it took almost a minute for him to catch his breath and come to his senses. He was all red, embarrassed, his lips glistening with saliva, impossible to tear away from, and luring him back. Only Techno knew how much willpower it took for him to restrain himself from throwing his boyfriend on his shoulder, carrying him into the bedroom, and not letting him leave until he couldn't even stand. "Alright..." confusedly, Dream began to mutter "Get out of here... You're too distracting." Seeing the smug look on Techno's face, the blond rolled his eyes smiling, and nudged him in the back, hinting for him to go into the living room. After obeying and leaving his boyfriend to deal with the cooking, he went into the hall and began pulling out the folding table, setting it in the center of the room, and then rummaging through the cabinets to find a holiday tablecloth. He set aside the elegant glass holders for the candles, planning to put them on the table a little later, and pulled out the wine glasses, pulling them out of the box. He did most of the serving since Dream was in charge of the cooking. Techno, though he knew how to cook, was limited to the most basic dishes, and he honestly didn't have the patience to follow recipes for anything more complicated. How much salt should he put in it if it was written: "by eye"? Or what spices when the author was too lazy to leave clear instructions and wrote only "to your taste"? And improvisation in the kitchen usually ended badly enough for him, so he knew it was better to leave something more complicated than scrambled eggs and bacon to someone else. Dream, on the other hand, loved to cook and could spend hours on little masterpieces, decorating and perfecting them. Sometimes, though, it didn't stop him from making Armageddon in their kitchen, being too chaotic to do everything in perfect order. Techno would sometimes jokingly say that Dream was Chaos' master when he burst into the living room with another masterpiece to try, covered in flour, with cream on his cheeks and a feverish glint in his eyes. Somehow these memories in his head were always accompanied by a great wave of tenderness. Dream had always been like that. Chaotic, somewhere underwhelming, dragging everyone into adventures and bringing trouble with him. He was a never-quenching source of energy, somehow managing to charge everyone around him with it. He had known him like that since university, from the day they started competing in literally everything, confronting Dream's erratic nature with Techno's stubbornness (though we probably should say stubbornness). They even started their relationship with a bet, too. Techno smirked and walked to the kitchen door, leaning against the doorjamb again. "You know what I remembered?" He asked, watching Dream stirring one of the salads and humming questioningly, not taking his eyes off it "How we started dating." "Oh no." Dream exhaled, glancing over his shoulder. "Oh, yes." Techno smiled even wider, knowing full well how much that memory embarrassed his boyfriend. "You got drunk and decided on a dare to see which one of us was a better kisser." The tips of Dream's ears reddened, and he refused to turn to face him. "I thought you were gonna hit on some girl or some stranger..." "I remember, I remember!" The blond hid his face in his hands, probably oblivious to the fact that they were all in the flour again. "Stop reminding me that!" "But you kissed me." With obvious pleasure, Techno finished, loving the teasing. "As if you didn't mind!" He grumbled, trying to calm his embarrassment. "Well... I had a bet to win, didn't I?' He retorted, still smiling. "Yeah... So won that you slept with me afterwards.' "Best decision I ever made." Dream raised his head to the ceiling and groaned. "Are you done with the serving in there? Here, stir this." There was something very contented and very possessive inside Techno from the sight of the totally embarrassed blond. He held out his hands, accepting a bowl of some kind of sauce, and leaned toward his ear, smiling cheekily. "I don't regret it to this day." The tips of Dream's ears turned treacherously red again "And I wouldn't mind doing it again... Right now. " "Then no Christmas dinner!" He exclaimed, pouting and turning back to the stove. Techno giggled boyishly and restrained the urge to coo at his boyfriend, instead turning his attention to the task he'd given him. By the time they finished cooking, the kitchen was in chaos and they were both covered in batter, but that didn't stop them from having a good time, bursting into laughter every time they saw their faces completely covered in flour and who knows what else and stealing kisses from each other when they could be sure that nothing would happen for it. They were putting the last of the plates on the table when Dream rubbed his face and asked: "Will you light the candles? I'll go..." he looked displeased at his clothes, also affected by the "kitchen" chaos "Getting cleaned up." Techno nodded and put the fragrant roast duck on the table. He watched Dream walk up the stairs and smiled. Still, his boyfriend's ass was amazing. He lit the candles and looked around their holiday table. It was getting dark outside the window and Technoblade followed the sun setting behind the rooftops and his gaze slipped involuntarily to the closet and then under it, where he shoved that box from Wilbur. Hmmmm... His brother's an idiot, of course, but... Maybe it was worth a try. After making sure everything on the table was set up perfectly, he made his way to the bathroom to clean himself up too and felt his stomach rumble. He didn't think he'd gotten that hungry... After getting rid of the rest of the flour on his face and fixing a clean Christmas sweater with a picture of a holiday tree on it, he went back into the living room and sat down on the couch, waiting for his boyfriend. The Christmas tree in the corner of the room flashed its lights invitingly and illuminated the small boxes that lay beneath it. He knew there were sweets in most of them. It had almost become a tradition before every Christmas to wrap boxes of candy in wrapping paper and laugh softly as they decided who got which ones. Eat them together when they opened them, anyway. Soft footsteps were heard on the stairs, and within a moment Dream was seated next to him, wearing the same soft sweater, his green eyes shining happily and holding one of the many boxes that were under the tree. "Shall we open it now?" Techno asked and grinned as his boyfriend nodded vigorously and clearly impatiently, holding out his gift to him. Flipping over the armrest of the couch, he reached under the tree and pulled out his present as well, making a Christmas exchange. "Open mine first." Dream asked, snuggling into his side and rubbing his cheek against his shoulder. "I want to see if it fits." Placing the box on his lap, Techno gently unwrapped the paper-wrapped box and opened it. Inside was a soft, warm, cream-colored scarf, simple and practical to wear on any occasion. "Your neck is always freezing outside." Dream said quietly as he ran his fingertips across the back of his hand. "And I know how much you don't like colorful things, so..." The blond took out a scarf and carefully wrapped it around Techno's neck, smoothing out the ripples and folds." Well? What do you think?" It felt warm inside again. He wasn't even paying attention to it, and Dream noticed. "Thank you. It's... an awesome gift!" Techno wrapped his arm around the blond's shoulders, noting how he smiled, pleased that he'd guessed the gift and was practically purring under his side. He glanced at the scarf again and suddenly realized that Dream had picked it out clearly to match his clothes - he knew that Techno felt uncomfortable if he stood out too much in front of people. It still spoke to the traces of his social awkwardness that he was trying to overcome. "Now you open it." Dream didn't even pull away from his embrace, continuing to flatter himself against his side and opening the gift practically in his lap. He tore off the wrapping paper and stared at the book underneath. "Where... where did you find it?" from the sheer delight in Dream's voice, Techno had to quell the sudden burst of smugness in his chest sharply "I looked it up online, it wasn't supposed to appear until next year!" "Wizards don't reveal their secrets." He practically purred as he watched the blond man flip through the book. He'll have to knock Wilbur's nose and tell him he picks great gifts! "Thank you!" For the sake of such a happy face of his boyfriend, Techno was ready to get him the moon from the sky, let alone any book. But he didn't refuse the kisses that Dream began to shower on him, either... "The food is getting cold there, no?" The table was, as always, amazing. It couldn't have been any different with Dream, though. If he didn't get something right, he'd almost make an apocalypse out of his stubbornness and his desire for everything to be perfect. That is why they always had the food that could be envied by the best gourmets. Well, with adjustments for homemade taste and decoration. And yet... the whole time they were sitting at the table, talking and laughing, Techno couldn't get one thought out of his head... It was still worth a try. "I have another gift for you..." hesitantly said Techno, after they had eaten, still a little doubtful that he should follow Wilbur's advice "Only... You have to close your eyes, okay?" Dream looked intrigued. He nodded and Techno got up from his desk, walking through the hallway and picking up that box from under the closet. Tearing the ribbons off of it, he thought a little and pinned them on top of his head, not really knowing what was driving him at that moment. Slowly he walked over to his boyfriend and felt the uncertainty rise up inside. "Surprise?" he timidly let out, with a ridiculous bow on his head and holding out the box to Dream. He didn't know if he would understand, but... It wouldn't hurt to try, right? The blond opened his eyes and stared at him incomprehensibly, soon breaking into a giggle. He stood up and gently grabbed his face with his hands, kissing his nose. "You're just adorable." Dream brushed one of the strands from his face and looked at his bow "So. You're my present?" He smiled slyly and leaned a little closer, literally breathing on his lips. Techno nodded uncertainly, handing him the box. Dream opened it, and his grin grew wider. "Wilbur?" he asked. "Wilbur." Techno grimly confirmed. "Well... I'll have to thank him sometime. Now... let's go. I want to enjoy my gift." It sounded promising. Dream took his hand and gently pulled him upstairs to their room, smiling. Techno, even with all his will, couldn't refuse him now. And he didn't want to. The blond walked him inside the room and still softly pressed his lips to his, running a hand across his chest. "Will you help me?" He asked, running his tongue seductively over his lips, which so often made Techno lose his head. "Get undressed and lie down." Techno obeyed. In fact, he rarely showed such obedience. More often than not, he took on a dominant role. But since it was a gift... Dream purred in satisfaction at this compliant attitude. "Darling, you're not sleeping tonight." Techno will deny for the rest of his life that he blushed at that moment. The blond walked hot, wet kisses across his chest and gently lifted his arms to the headboard of the bed, pulling the ropes out of the box. Once they were tied, Dream tugged a few times to test the knots and leaned in again, burying his face into his neck and biting the skin lightly between his teeth. "Is it too tight?" Techno yanked with his hands, trying to keep his breath from being disrupted by Dream's actions and the feel of his warm, wet tongue on his neck as he gently licked his own bite marks. "No. It's okay." Dream smiled contentedly and saddled up to him, nestling comfortably on his thighs. Techno would have given anything at this point for him to be as naked as he was, and to have no barriers of clothing in front of them. "You know... It would be so nice to wrap all the way around you - so that you couldn't move an inch without me letting you..." Dream whispered right into his lips, teasing him and keeping the distance between them short. Considering that he was sitting on top of him and was touching his already painfully erect cock, it seemed terribly unfair "But tonight we'll confine ourselves to just your hands. I don't have the patience." The blond confessed, stroking his chest with his hands and running his fingers lower, down his stomach, but not down to where the touch was needed most. Knowing that he was affecting Dream the same way Dream himself was affecting him felt good inside and again made him suppress that strange pride that sometimes made him compare himself to a peacock. Too proud and self-righteous he became every time he managed to impress his boyfriend. Slowly, either flaunting or teasing again, the blond began to remove his clothes, each time squirming to hurt his arousal and watching as Techno tried not to show how much it was affecting him. "Come on, baby, you're not the only one who likes to hear moans. I want to hear yours, too..." God, with a smile like that and devilish green eyes, Dream had a place in hell itself, like one of the most seductive succubi or one of the sirens from mythology who lured sailors to their death with their voices and looks. And Techno knew that if this were true, he would be the first to fall under his spell. None of his walls worked against Dream. He bypassed them so deftly, it was as if they were not there at all. He got under his skin, got into his heart, and stayed there, clinging firmly to the essence. Maybe for the others, it would be a poison. A parasite that slowly killed from within. He would become an obsession whose bright green eyes would haunt him for the rest of his life. Like a ghost, forever braiding other people's dreams. But Techno could tame him, bind him to himself, and do to him what Dream did to him. They were both under each other's skin, sharing the same blood and breathing the same breath. They had a bond, almost a symbiosis, where they couldn't live apart from each other, only growing stronger together. Dream clung to him with his whole body, to Techno's delight, already completely naked, and still smiling slyly began to cover every inch of his neck, shoulders, and chest with wet hot kisses, making him lose every bit of composure and burst into loud exhalations that he could no longer control. His fingers trembled with the desire to touch his boyfriend's smooth waistline and his thighs, which always made him salivate and cover them with possessive marks every time they had sex. However... Dream himself liked to leave his marks on him too as if to show the world who he belonged to. Of the two of them, Techno was the more jealous, seething with anger every time someone tried to flirt with his boyfriend and then literally pound him into the mattress, but that didn't mean that Dream himself didn't also do anything about anyone who got up the nerve to give him a phone number or something like that. It was just that the blond had slightly different methods. Techno himself didn't know what he was doing, but anyone who tried to flirt with him was then wary of approaching him at point-blank range, and the mention of his boyfriend's name made them shiver uncontrollably. And while some might have resented his partner's behavior, Techno was fine with it. All he wanted was Dream, and this way there were far fewer annoying personalities pestering him with date requests. The blond reached down a little lower and blew on his cock leaking pre-cum, chuckling when it twitched even from such a slight action. Techno didn't hold back a moan and strained his hands, forgetting they were tied with ropes. "Dream... Sweetheart... Come on... I'm going crazy here..." he let out a labored exhale as he looked up at him with eyes tinged with a haze of desire. His boyfriend's smile grew wider. "Hmm... I'm sure you could ask for better." Dream slyly stretched out, running the tip of his finger over his cock and moving his hips seductively. God... Techno wanted to dig his fingers into them. To feel the smooth skin under his fingers, to bruise it... He thrust his hips upward, gasping for air. "Please... Please, Dream... It's Christmas!" The blond man laughed softly and reached for his lips, feeling Techno reach for him, trying to get him to extend his kisses. If his hands were untied, he would surely pull him closer and not let him go until he ran out of air. "And you're my present! Which means... that tonight I can do whatever I want with you." Those beloved green eyes narrowed into a smile, and Dream leaned in again, leaving a quick kiss on his lips. He fidgeted a little and reached over to the nightstand and pulled the lube from it, pouring it over his fingers and putting his hand behind his back, starting to stretch out himself and break into quiet gasps and moans. "Dream..." Techno almost growled, pushing his hips up again and testing his restraints, yanking sharply with his hands. Hearing this, the blond broke off into a full-blown moan, and along with the desire inside, the smugness of knowing that he was so much of an influence on his boyfriend spilled out again. "Come on... I know you want it too..." Techno smirked, pushing his desire far away for a moment to focus on what was going on in front of him "You want to feel me practically tearing you apart... How I'll fill you from the inside out... You want to, don't you? To feel me cum in your ass so that you couldn't even sit up..." Dream whimpered and rested his hand on his chest, continuing to stretch himself from behind, intermittently breaking into moans. Maybe they were from his sensations, maybe from Techno's words... Maybe from both... The blond man was flushed, breathing heavily, but still looking at Techno with such an admiring and enamored look through the murky veil, as if he were the most amazing creature he'd ever seen. "Sweetheart..." Techno groaned, looking at him "You should know how seductive you are right now... So beautiful..." With a wet and utterly lewd squelch, Dream pulled his fingers out, smeared the rest of the lube on his boyfriend's cock, and lifted up slightly, aligning himself with his arousal. Techno jerked again, trying to touch him, and pushed upward, causing the sinking Dream to take almost half of his cock, moaning long and almost falling on top of him, managing to rest both hands on his chest at the last moment. Without wasting air on words, Dream gave himself a few seconds and began to sink further down, making their bedroom full of sweet moans that only further inflamed Techno. Fully taking in his cock, the blond looked up at him with moist eyes and moved his hips slightly, forcing them both to exhale with a gasp. "I love it when you fill me from the inside like that..." Dream habitually ran his fingers over the visible outline of his cock in his stomach, as he did every time, and Techno's fingers trembled again, wanting to press the blond's palms against his stomach so he could feel it even more. He began to move his hips slowly, gradually speeding up and still without breaking eye contact to watch the Techno trying to do anything, who was pushing upward, periodically ripping sweet cries out of Dream's throat. The blond man was just perfect in that pose. Saddling him like an experienced rider, wiggling his hips back and forth smoothly at first, then lifting himself up and literally throwing himself on his cock... Techno's mind fogged with how much he wanted to touch him. He jerked his hands again, trying to at least touch him a little, to run his fingertips down his waist, down his slender legs... And Dream kept moaning so melodiously... What happened in the next moment neither of them understood. There was just a cracking sound, and in the next second, Techno was finally gripping his hips, pushing the blond hard against him and finally thrusting into him as hard as he wanted. Dream snapped into a scream, squeezing his hips with his legs and clutching his shoulders with his hands. Techno pulled him to him, digging his lips into his and literally licking him from the inside out, letting him feel all his desire and how badly he wanted to fulfill his promises and thrust into him until the blond couldn't bring his legs together, let alone sit up. He seemed to growl as he pushed himself into Dream's wet and warm hole, still barely letting him take a breath of air, but he didn't care about that at all. Grabbing his boyfriend's legs, Techno flipped them over sharply, thrusting into the blond from a new angle and making him scream with pleasure almost nonstop. Dream scratched his back, squeezed his thighs with his legs, trying to pull him closer, and moaned sweetly against his lips, no longer able to say anything from the force with which his boyfriend was literally fucking thoughts out of his head. At one point Dream squirmed, cumming, but even then Techno didn't stop, continuing to push into him with such persistence that their bed banged the headboard against the wall, probably making it pretty clear to the neighbors what they were doing here. He really didn't care at all. The only thing that owned his attention was the miracle that was in his hands and he had no intention of taking his attention away from it at all. Quickening, Techno felt his orgasm approaching, and again he sank into the lips of Dream, whimpering with too much sensation and pleasure, who clutched at his hair, trying not to let go. They were biting, leaving their marks on each other, and still trying to merge into one so hard they pressed against each other. With a stifled sob, Dream cummed a second time, and Techno followed him a few moments later, literally filling him to the brim with his seed. He slid out of his warm body and sprawled on top of him, resting his head against the blond's neck. They lay in silence for a couple of minutes, trying to catch their breath, and Techno almost purred when he felt Dream's slender fingers trawling through his hair. There was a rustling sound, and from the looks of it, the blond man raised his head and looked somewhere in the direction of the wall. "Um... Honey?" Techno mumbled questioningly, kissing his neck and already figuring out where to leave another hickey. "You broke the headboard." Dream raised his hands to look at the torn ropes whose scraps still hung from his wrists. Techno looked at them in surprise, only now feeling their weight. The blond man laughed, reaching up and kissing him again. "I see, binding isn't effective against you." Techno murmured something and ducked into his boyfriend's neck again, leaving kisses on it. "Let's get a bed with a metal headboard..." he wrapped his arms around Dream's waist as he slowly moved his lips down to his chest "And try it again if you want..." The blond chuckled and squeezed Techno's hips again with his legs. "We'll try again later. We still have a whole night ahead of us, and I promised you that you wouldn't sleep..." Techno smiled and closed his eyes dreamily. Oh, he was happy to do that...