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Nothing was more satisfying to Technoblade than having Dream all to himself. He was a selfish, greedy man, and he reveled in it. He’d somehow managed to harangue Dream into letting all of his work go for the night, and he was determined to make the most of this opportunity to ruin him.
He’d prepared him so gently. He’d taken his time with it until Dream was begging, loud enough the neighbors could hear him. Dream was loud. Technoblade had come to terms with it about two hours into their friendship, so charmed he was by the brilliant warrior with the prettiest eyes he’d ever seen. Slowly, gently, he worked his fingers in and out of Dream.
Dream was, to put it simply, blissed out. He was making the most beautiful sounds, all varieties of oh- and please, please please , and Techno-. All sorts of things Technoblade delighted to hear. Things he thought he might kill another man for experiencing with Dream. What a precious thing he had before him.
Technoblade kneeled between Dream’s legs. He held Dream down, pinning him by the wrists. Dream performatively writhed, but he was a mess, pupils blown and expression utterly relaxed. Technoblade kissed his neck softly until Dream’s groans became particularly lovely, and removed his hand. He took a moment to breathe, and delighted in Dream’s whine at the deprivation.
Technoblade smiled at Dream, beautiful as always, his golden hair spread around him. His mask was scattered on the bedside table. Technoblade had lovingly coaxed out every tangle before they’d begun, whispering silent affirmations to Dream all the while. Dream had steadfastly ignored any kind word, as he always did. Still, Technoblade had found a new strategy.
He spoke softly, as though he could just cajole Dream into loving himself. “Give in.” He stroked Dream’s side, gripping his waist firmly.
Dream shook his head, eyes closed and expression tense. “No.” He grinned. “You’ll never make me.”
Cautious, Technoblade loosened his hold on Dream’s wrists. Dropped his hand on Dream’s waist. “Do you want me to stop? You can always-”
Dream glared at Technoblade, disappointed. “Techno, did I say-? ” He rolled his eyes and flourished his hand, wholly capable in Technoblade’s soft grasp.
Technoblade hummed, concerned. “You’re sure?”
Dream spoke authoritatively. “Did I?”
Technoblade sighed. “No.” He tightened his grasp again and smiled at Dream, the one only Dream got to see. It wasn’t wide, and it wasn’t bright. Not toothy. It wasn’t so different from Technoblade’s usual expression, but Dream could see the difference. It was slight, and Dream loved it wholeheartedly. Technoblade was surprised to please Dream so simply.
Dream smiled up at Technoblade, eyes shining. His smile was bright. Technoblade was far from the only person to see it, but he still saw a certain sincerity he hoped was reserved for him. “Then don’t stop.”
Technoblade’s tone darkened. “Then do what I tell you.” Dream’s eyes, scrunched with a kind of devious delight, were adoring. He returned to gently fingering Dream, enjoying the heat of it. One hand was devoted to trapping Dream, and one to pleasuring him.
Dream grinned and shook his head. His hair ruffled. “Make me.”
Technoblade laughed. It wasn’t much of a laugh, but he knew Dream got the point. “I will.” He angled his hand just so, and enjoyed the way Dream moaned.
Dream took a moment to speak through his moaning. “It’s not a big deal. You’re just dramatic.”
Technoblade stifled a laugh. “I am absolutely not the dramatic person in this relationship.”
“You’re pinning me down and telling me what to say.” Dream raised an eyebrow.
Technoblade sputtered. “That’s not dramatic, that’s-”
Dream looked at him expectantly. “Forceful? Assholeish? Insufferable?”
“I don’t care what you say as long as you admit it.” Technoblade teased at Dream’s rim, taunting him. Dream tried to follow the feeling, but Technoblade had him firmly in hand.
Dream stopped moving, pretending to be dejected. “You know I won’t.”
“Then I guess you want me to stop here. No more.” He took his hand back, and Dream groaned.
“You are such a dick.”
“And you won’t be getting any of that until you say it.”
“Oh fuck you, and fuck your semantics.”
“You love my semantics.” Technoblade smirked. “I think you might even love me.”
“Don’t let it go to your head.”
“Well, since you don’t want to cooperate, I suppose I’ll just not do anything.” He let his cock trace Dream’s rim gently, and enjoyed the way Dream shivered.
“You’re so fucking lazy.”
Technoblade just kept his work up, teasing Dream and enjoying the sight of him. “You’ve known this about me for fifteen years.” He let just the tip of his cock enter Dream.
Dream moaned breathily. The look on his face was spellbinding. “Techno -”
“Yes?”
Dream panted, his beautiful face flushed. Technoblade wondered what beautiful words he had to say in this overwhelmed state. “Techno, I need you to know-” He paused and caught his breath. “You are such a little shit.” Not unexpected. There was yet farther to go.
Technoblade looked down at him smugly. “And yet I am not little at all.” He flexed his free arm.
“Insufferable.”
“You like it.”
Dream sighed, long-suffering. “I do.” Technoblade returned his hand to the task of fingering Dream, scissoring and stretching, Dream writhing all the while. “Mmmmm… Oh.” His eyes were glazed over with the kind of fucked out pleasure Technoblade adored on Dream. “Techno, why are you being so mean? You hate me.” Dream pouted, and Technoblade took a moment to kiss his beautiful boyfriend. How lovely it was to finally have that cemented, after so many years of waiting and pining and desperation.
Technoblade kissed Dream’s forehead before he returned to his work. Dream hummed, half-satisfied. Technoblade smiled at Dream and tried not to stare too obviously. “You know I love you.”
“I guess.” Dream let out a dramatic sigh. Gods, Technoblade loved this man.
Still, he had to keep his composure. He wasn’t much of a dom in the first place, but he would do anything for Dream. “Then admit it.”
“Hm. Will you finally fuck me?”
“Maybe. If you do what I ask.”
Dream huffed. “Fine. Fucking fine.” Technoblade looked at him expectantly, and Dream spoke slowly. “…I’m not that shitty.”
Technoblade glared. “That is not what I asked.”
“I’m fine. 5 out of 10.” He pushed so gently against Dream’s hole, and held Dream’s wrists firm to keep him from chasing the pressure. Dream still tried.
Technoblade smirked. “At this rate, you’re never getting fucked.”
“You are an ass. Give in.”
“There is going to be nothing in your ass unless you admit it.” He teased at removing his fingers, but didn’t entirely manage it. It was so hard to deprive Dream of anything.
“Fine.” He stared into Technoblade’s eyes, probably hoping to spook him, but with Dream it wasn't so hard to meet those eyes. It didn’t hurt that Dream was pretty. Really pretty. Pretty wine-red eyes, pretty pink lips, pretty arched nose, pretty golden hair, pretty tan skin, pretty everything. Technoblade could have gone on forever, but he had to focus on the matter. Dream was the human equivalent of a peacock showing its display. He flourished. He took up more space, despite his confinement. He stopped the ruse of weakness for a moment and grinned. “I’m very beautiful.”
Technoblade squeezed his wrists harder, and Dream returned to his feigned weakness with a dramatic relaxing. “Not what I asked.”
Dream acted horrified. “So you don’t think I’m beautiful? I can’t believe it. Here I am, in my infinite kindness, letting you into my bed, and you-” He cut himself off with a yelp, then a moan, when Technoblade hit a good spot with his fingers, and Technoblade felt himself aching. He wanted to fuck Dream so badly, and yet he was stuck in this hell of his own making.
The night was still young so he never stopped not even for a break. As mornig came they were asleep. Dream thanked heavens for this. This man HIS man is going to be his death one day but that day has to wait.
Dream: do you think you'll love me even when if I was a worm
Techno: Dream, it's the middle of the night, I love you but oh my gods, SLEEP FOR ONCE.
Who would have thought the two most feared members of the smp were cuddling and arguing like an old married couple. And that Dream would think about these kind of things.