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A soft knock at his door nearly causes Dream to drop his phone on his face. He quickly swipes out of the short-form video app Killer had shown him the other day before sitting up in bed. It’s late, but not unusually so. Everyone in his brother’s castle was a bit of a night owl anyway. “Come in!” Dream calls once he’s more or less settled against the headboard.
Dream is unsurprised when Cross slips through the door, looking nervous. “Sorry if I woke you,” Cross says, apology at the ready, “I just really wanted to see you.”
Dream shoots him a gentle smile, but Cross doesn’t seem to notice, having opted to stare down at his feet.
Cross seems to take his silence as judgement. “Sorry. This was dumb,” Cross blurts, already halfway out the door.
“Cross, you’re okay! I wasn’t even asleep yet,” Dream says. “I’m always happy to see you. You know that.”
Cross let’s out a quiet sigh of relief. He closes the door behind him and shuffles marginally closer to the bed. Once he reaches the middle of the room Cross suddenly stops, almost as if he’s waiting for something.
“Was there anything in particular that you needed, sweetheart?” Dream asks carefully.
Cross hesitates, obviously nervous, “Mama, can I… Can I sleep with you tonight?” Cross stutters, barely loud enough for Dream to hear.
It takes everything in Dream not to show an outward reaction to Cross’s question. Even after months of doing this kind of play, getting Cross into the right headspace to be vulnerable with him was still a challenge. The absolute last thing Dream wants to do is scare him off.
“Of course, baby,” Dream says just a touch over-enthusiastically, “Come’ere and we can snuggle.” Dream holds up one end of the covers with one hand and pats the empty side of the bed with the other.
Barely concealed relief washes over Cross’s face. He walks stiffly over towards the bed and sits down on the edge of the mattress, jostling Dream slightly as he does so.
Dream lets out a soft snort at his obvious nervousness. “At least take off your shoes before you get into bed,” Dream giggles.
“Oh,” Cross startles, “Um. Yes. I will do that.” Cross wrestles his boots off, tossing them on the ground in a heap. He seems to hesitate for another moment before deciding to discard his shirt and pants as well.
Once he’s naked, Cross quickly cuddles right up to Dream’s side, tucking his head under his chin. He’s warm, probably a side effect of the extra bit of nervous magic built up in his bones.
Dream lavishes kisses to the top of Cross’s skull, who preens under the attention. A loud purr quickly kicks up at the back of Cross’s throat as he cuddles more snuggly into Dream’s side. Not for the first time, Dream wishes that he had the ability to purr along with him.
It isn’t long before the sound of Cross’s purring lulls Dream into a light doze. He’s nearly asleep when he feels Cross squirm against him. Cross shifts a few more times, jostling Dream until he’s fully awake. It takes Dream a minute to realize that Cross is grinding against his leg.
“Need something, baby?” Dream asks quietly, not wanting to startle him. “You know you don’t need to do that. Mommy will take care of you.”
Cross’s eye sockets flutter open and Dream is surprised to see how hazy and unfocused his eye lights are. Usually it takes at least an orgasm or two to get him looking so out of it. Cross doesn’t respond to the question beyond a quiet whine.
Dream moves his hand from where it’s curled at the base of Cross’s spine to rub at the front of his pelvis. Even though there’s an obvious buildup of magic there, Cross hasn’t formed anything yet. How odd. “Why don’t you tell mommy what you need?” Dream tries.
Cross’s hips stutter against the side of Dream’s leg. Cross is quiet for a moment, obviously mulling something over in his head. He mutters something quietly into the side of Dream’s neck, but Dream doesn’t quite catch it.
“What was that, baby?” Dream asks, moving back slightly so Cross’s face isn’t completely buried in his neck.
Cross huffs cutely, his face turning a pretty shade of purple. “Can I please have cummies?”
“Of course, darling. You’re being so brave today! You’re mama’s brave little boy, aren’t you?” Dream coos, rewarding Cross with a rough pinch to the front of his pubic bone. It takes everything in him not to pinch one of Cross’s cheeks as well.
Cross inhales sharply as his eye lights blow out nearly halfway to the edge of the sockets. “Yes, mommy.”
“Tell mommy that you’re brave.”
Despite how out of it he is, Cross still hesitates.
“Cross,” Dream prompts. He rubs more deliberately at the front of Cross’s pelvis, eliciting a loud whine from the other skeleton.
“I’m brave,” Cross says quietly, curling in on himself slightly.
“Good boy. You’re my wonderful, brave boy.” Dream continues to toy with the front of Cross’s abused pubic symphysis. It’s nearly bursting with purple magic. “You wanna form something for me, sweetheart?”
Cross arches up to grind shamelessly against his hand. Dream is more than happy to let him. “Can you-“ Cross shudders as Dream rubs teasingly at the underside of his pubic symphysis, “Can you tell me what to form?”
“Hmm.” Dream lets go of Cross’s pelvis to dip the tips of his fingers in his excess magic. It’s hot to the touch. “Can you make a pussy for me, baby?”
Cross’s magic suddenly surges in his pelvis, a wet cunt slotting into place almost immediately. Cross tosses his head back against the pillow that’s thankfully there to catch him, reeling with the force of it.
“So pretty,” Dream comments, spreading Cross’s folds open with his thumb. He’s sopping wet. “You’re so beautiful Cross.”
Cross flushes brightly down the front of his chest, letting out a quiet whine as Dream presses the tip of his thumb into his opening.
“You’re already so wet for me. I bet I don’t even need to finger you,” Dream muses, pressing his thumb nearly up to Cross’s g-spot before pulling it back out. He thrusts it in and out of Cross a few more times, always stopping just shy of giving Cross what he needs.
“Please.” Cross begs. He’s shaking so hard that Dream is surprised he can’t hear his bones rattling.
“Please, what?” Dream prompts.
“Please fuck me. I need it so bad. I’ve been good. I’ve been so good. I need you to put your dick in me. Mommy, plea-”
Dream presses his free hand into the front of Cross’s mouth. Cross silences himself immediately, recognizing the command for what it is. Dream likes hearing Cross beg, but he tends to make himself upset if Dream lets him go on for too long. No need to put an early end to their fun.
“I know, baby. I’ll take care of you,” Dream says, moving his hand from the front of Cross’s mouth to caress the side of his face. Cross stays quiet, waiting for Dream to prompt him to speak. “Can you give me your word?”
Cross blinks once. Twice. “My…word?” Cross finally says, puzzled.
“Your safeword, Cross,” Dream clarifies. The look of dawning comprehension that he’s hoping for never comes.
“Cross, look at me.” Cross does, but he’s clearly out of it. “If you want to stop, I want you to say ‘red,’ okay?” Dream says slowly.
“You want to…stop?” Cross asks, his voice cracking painfully on the last word. “I don’t want to stop. Please don’t stop!”
Dream holds back a frustrated sigh, not wanting to upset Cross further. “No baby, I don’t want to stop. I’m just saying that if you want to stop you need to say ‘red.’ Do you understand?”
“Yes, mommy. I understand,” Cross says enthusiastically.
Dream is pretty sure Cross is just agreeing with him to get him to stop talking, but he doesn’t want to risk making Cross upset. As Dream is mulling over what to say next, Cross manages to squirm out of Dream’s loose hold and plops himself directly into his lap. “Can I have cummies now?” Cross asks, painfully earnest.
Well, how is Dream supposed to say no to that? “Of course, honey. Anything for you.” It’s difficult with Cross sitting on top of him, but Dream manages to form his magic from under his ribs to the tops of his knees. If he makes his dick just a touch bigger than it usually is, that’s nobody’s business but his own. “Get up on your knees, baby. Let me take my pants off.”
Cross rises up just enough to allow Dream to wiggle out of the tight leggings he wears. Cross waits as patiently as he can manage, but by the time Dream has his pants off, he can sense that Cross is on the verge of another begging fit.
“You’re okay, sweetheart,” Dream assures, patting Cross’s thigh. “Mommy will give you what you need.” Dream reaches between them and drags the tip of his cock from Cross’s entrance to his clit. With the help of Cross’s slick, it’s a smooth glide. Cross rocks against him for a few seconds, letting out an absolutely pitiful whine as he does so. Dream watches him, mesmerized as drops of Cross’s slick travel from the tip to the base of his cock.
“Mommy, please don’t tease me anymore,” Cross whines, startling Dream from his thoughts. Cross moves his hips forward so his entrance is lined back up with Dream’s dick, “I want to feel you inside of me.”
It takes all of Dream’s willpower not to come right then and there, but he staves it off. “Go ahead, hon. Take what you need from Mommy.”
Cross takes another second to line himself back up with the head of Dream’s cock before he lets gravity do the rest of the work. He takes Dream to the hilt in one fast motion, leaving them both breathless in the aftermath.
“Oh fuck, baby. You’re so tight,” Dream rasps, grabbing onto Cross’s plush hips to ground himself.
Dream is, quite frankly, a little surprised when Cross doesn't come right away. He's sits perfectly still on Dream's lap and has his sockets squeezed tightly shut. "What's wrong, baby? Did you hurt yourself?" Dream asks, letting his hands travel downwards to give each of Cross's femurs a gentle, encouraging squeeze.
Cross shakes his head frantically as he takes short little breaths through his nasal aperture. "Mommy, can I please come?" Cross begs, moving his hips in little circles on Dream's lap.
A harsh shudder runs down the length of Dream's spine. The temptation to make Cross beg for it is strong, but it's clear by the look on Cross's face that he's asking as more of a courtesy than anything. Even if Dream told him he couldn't come, there’s no way he’d last for more than a couple of minutes. Maybe even a couple of seconds. There’s no reason to set Cross up for failure.
"Of course you can come, sweetheart. Come for mommy," Dream coos, thrusting a few times into Cross’s wet heat to encourage him to move.
It doesn’t take much. Cross rides him clumsily, bracing himself with a hand on Dream’s ribs. He grinds on Dream experimentally, searching for the right angle. When he finds it, he moves in short, quick thrusts, letting head of Dream’s dick rock against his g-spot.
Cross reaches for his clit, but Dream is already there, circling it roughly with his thumb. “There you go, sweetheart. I told you mommy would give you what you need.”
Cross makes a heady little noise at the back of his throat as he completely comes apart. Dream doesn't give him a second, raising Cross's hips and driving up into him again and again, dragging it out until Cross is wrung out and nearly sobbing on top of him.
The sight of it is nearly enough to take Dream over the edge himself. "Oh fuck," Dream whispers hoarsely, "Almost there, baby."
“Mommy, please,” Cross begs. He bats Dream’s hand aside to rub fiercely at his own clit. “Please I need it. I need your co- cock. Ah-!”
Dream fucks up into Cross several more times before coming hard into him. Dream lets out an appreciative moan, holding on tightly to Cross’s hips as he slowly comes down from his orgasm.
When the dark splotches at the edge of his vision start to recede, Dream chances a glance up at Cross, who’s half slumped over on his lap. His eye lights are so dim that Dream isn’t sure he’s conscious.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” Dream slowly moves a few inches upwards on the bed until he can fully slip out of Cross. He sits up and grabs Cross’s shoulders to guide him off his lap. Cross goes easy, flopping off of Dream and onto his back.
After cleaning up Cross as with some tissues he keeps in his nightstand and making sure he’s properly tucked in, Dream lets himself lay down next to him. He reaches over the gently scratch at the top of Cross’s skull. Cross has his sockets closed, but Dream can tell he’s not quite asleep.
“You needed that, didn’t you baby?” Dream whispers, not entirely expecting him to respond.
It takes a minute, but Cross eventually gives an affirmative hum.
“You came again, didn’t you? I’m sorry I didn’t get to see it. I bet you were beautiful.”
Another quiet hum.
Dream lets his head fully fall back onto the pillows behind him and bundles Cross up into a tight, sideways hug.
A quiet purr kicks up at the back of Cross’s throat. The vibrations settle deep in his bones. It makes him feel warm.
“We’re definitely going to talk about this tomorrow,” Dream whispers, barely loud enough to be heard over Cross’s purring.
It’s quiet for so long that Dream figures Cross must have fallen asleep. “I know,” Cross finally murmurs, exhausted. He thankfully doesn’t seem ashamed or embarrassed. Just tired. Dream would never want Cross to feel ashamed for needing this. For needing him.
Dream presses a final, quick kiss to the front of Cross’s teeth. “Go to sleep my love. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Cross is asleep in an instant. Dream finds that he isn’t far behind.