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“To be fair, it’s not my fault.”
“It’s entirely your fault!”
Clay could not blame Nick for this. That was totally unfair, and he knew it!
“That’s totally unfair and you know it,” he said, folding his arms over his chest and sitting back against the pillows. He watched as Dream paced the room, back and forth and back and forth; Nick was getting dizzy just watching him.
For a moment, Clay paused to send a dirty look his way, before he returned to his embarrassed pacing, his cheeks a rosy red due to the little piece of paper clenched in one of his hands.
“It’s a noise complaint, Nick, and you were the one making all the noise,” he said evenly, in the way he always did when he argued with Nick; like he was making very clear sense and Nick was just misunderstanding.
It was one of the few things that frustrated Sapnap to no end about his… ‘friend’. Partner? Definitely not ‘boyfriend’. They hadn’t discussed this; maybe they were just fuckbuddies? But they did cuddle sometimes too and really, Nick hadn’t ever had a fuckbuddy before so it’s not like he knew what the requirements were. Did fuckbuddies cuddle? Did they kiss while making breakfast together, and argue over who went grocery shopping only to settle it by going together (albeit grumpily)?
He blinked his way out of his head only to find Clay still ranting on about just how blameless he was.
“-if you could just be quiet! No one I’ve ever been with has been as loud as you so clearly it’s not a me thing, it’s gotta be a you thing.”
“A me-!?” Nick caught himself before he started yelling, taking a slow breath and setting his glare on his housemate. It wasn’t easy to stare him down, though, not when the guy wouldn’t stop damn pacing. “What, you think I make all that noise by myself? You think I’m just screaming for the fun of it?”
“You’re right, I should get you a ball gag.” And the smirk on Dream’s face made Nick want to punch him.
“You little- You’re the one who decided we should try shibari!”
Dream’s face went from pink to red in seconds, spluttering for a moment before blurting out an embarrassed: “Don’t call it that, you sound like a- a sex teacher! And you’re most definitely not one of those.” The last part was muttered under his breath and Nick’s glare turned furious.
“Are you saying I’m bad in bed, because you were spouting praise the other night. You can’t pretend to be unimpressed when you end up begging me to ride you because “Nick, oh Nick, don’t stop, it’s so good, don’t stop”.” He pitched his voice an octave higher for the imitation, throwing his head back and dragging his hands down his face in dramatics. The satisfaction of watching Clay’s ears turn red put a grin on his face and he didn’t try to hide it.
For a moment, Clay couldn’t find his words, grinding his teeth in a frustration that really did make Nick pleased. There was something about pissing off his friend that never failed to put a skip in his step.
Plus, an angry Dream was a hot Dream most of the time.
“Look, you’re the one who can’t keep your mouth shut, yelling and crying and carrying on,” Dream snarled, stalking up to the bed and pointing rudely at Nick’s chest.
“You’re the one who won’t admit he’s a switch,” Nick argued back.
Clay bared his teeth and Nick returned the gesture in a grin. He sat upright, legs folded beneath him, and planted his hands patiently in his lap. Glaring down at him, as if deciding what he deserved, Clay huffed and folded his arms. But when a few moments passed, Nick could feel the boredom settling in and his distracted mind started wondering how much button-pushing it would take to get a good few rounds of sex out of his supposed fuckbuddy.
“I only talk a lot for your ego,” he said simply, even though the both of them knew it wasn't true. Neither of the two could say they were dissatisfied with their sex; from the first time they fell into bed, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. For several weeks, all they did was sleep, eat and fuck like rabbits.
A new video did well? They celebrated with sex. A good meal, or a movie that was too boring to finish? Sex. If they fought over something, Nick would make Clay admit he was wrong with his hands in Nick’s hair and Nick’s tongue on Clay’s dick.
It was Nick's favourite pastime to pick fights and split hairs, tempting Clay to rise to the pointless arguments - he was too stubborn not to - and taunting him until Clay was pinning him to the counter or dragging him to bed.
Those were some of the best nights, with a lot of the best sex.
“You’re such a liar,” Clay said, his confidence oozing as he flopped down on the bed. Nick was glad he’d stopped pacing. “You can’t tell me enough times how much you love my cock.”
Nick couldn’t help his snort of laughter; there was something funny about when Dream showed his crass side. His vulgarity and his ego was undeniably sexy, especially when he was calling Nick a desperate slut with his cock down Nick's throat. Clay with no filter was a Clay that did terrible, dirty things to Nick. He was feeling warm at the thought and tugging at his collar didn’t give him the relief he sought.
“Yeah well then blame your cock for the noise complaint,” he said, stretching his arms above his head. And after a moment of silent thought, he bit out, “I’m not even that loud, you’re exaggerating.”
Clay turned his unimpressed gaze to Nick and he raised his brow in challenge. “You couldn’t stay quiet for five minutes in bed with me,” Clay said, and Nick scoffed.
“I so could, don’t talk yourself up,” he rolled his eyes at the arrogance. His stomach grumbled and his thoughts drifted for a moment, trying to visualise the contents of the pantry. Caught trying to decide on the laziest but most satisfying snack, he didn’t notice the gears turning behind Dream’s eyes.
Nor did he notice the little smirk working its way onto his housemate's lips until those lips were moving around the words: “Let’s bet on it.”
Food thoughts vanished and his stomach twisted not in hunger, but anticipation instead. Was this going to lead to good sex? Sex trumps snacks for sure.
He dropped his arms, studying Clay’s grin as he weighed his options. It didn’t take him long. “Go on then.”
There wasn’t a moment of hesitation, then a hand snaking around his ankle. He yelped as Clay dragged him across the mattress until his legs bracketed Clay's hips.
He blinked up at Clay, feeling small beneath his smirk. “First one to make a sound loses.”
Oh.
Oh.
That was interesting.
Nick’s interest must have been visible as Clay’s smirk opened into a grin. “What do I get when I win?” Nick asked, sinking closer and narrowing his eyes at that grin as Clay barked out a laugh at even the idea.
“When I win, I get to buy a gag.” It was Nick’s turn to blush this time, Dream sitting up straighter. Nick didn't realise how close they were until their noses bumped. Clay cocked his head, hazy eyes locked on Nick’s mouth. “I can’t wait to see that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around a gag. Won’t have to hear your bitching while I have my way with you.”
Yeah, the vulgarity was hot.
Nick’s stomach was twisting itself in knots at the thought but he knew he had to maintain his face of confidence and his pride. This wasn’t going to happen, because he wasn’t going to lose.
“Sure,” he said simply. “But if I win, you have to bottom.”
The idea was something Nick had only bought up once and Dream had shot it down pretty quickly with an embarrassed “I’m not ready for that”. But it had been a few months and they’d tried a lot of new things since then. Nick had been touching himself to the thought of Dream under him like that for far too many nights.
It took the older man by surprise, but his eyes only widened for a moment or two before returning to their normal size. They remained guarded as he considered the declaration, and Nick waited for his friend to shoot it down for a second time. He’d win then; it would be victory by forfeit.
Except Clay didn’t shoot it down.
Instead, he stood up, collecting his phone from the desk and pressing a button on the speaker by his bedside. Nick watched with silent curiosity, and when quiet music started to flow from the speaker, he felt his heart sink an inch in his chest.
“Fine,” Clay said, chin tilted up and eyes fierce. “Not that it matters; I’m not losing this bet.”
Nick rolled his eyes, grinning as he sat upright and flattened the pillows. “I can’t wait to watch you eat your words.”
“Yeah?” Dream set his phone down, pulling off his shirt as he approached the bed again. “I can’t wait to pick out your gag.”
He knelt on the bed, dropped his shirt to the ground, and Nick pounced. He had hoped that catching Dream off guard would get a noise of surprise before they even started. “You’re not picking out shit,” he snarked and snagged Dream by the collar when the taller tried to catch him.
“You-” The word barely made it out of Dream’s mouth before his face was smothered by his own sweatshirt, a lick of satisfaction curling up Nick’s spine as he shoved the shirt up over Dream’s head.
“Shut up and get naked.” He spoke through his own laughter as Dream flailed. “I wanna beat your ass and then I wanna hit you from the back,” he declared and Dream’s scoff was half filled with fabric.
He shoved the shirt off, fighting to get it off his wrist while Nick wrestled his legs flat and climbed on top of him. It wasn’t easy to pin Dream down with how much taller he was, but Nick managed with a victorious grin and his thighs locked either side of Clay’s hips. Clay threw the piece of clothing aside and reached for Nick’s shoulder.
“You’re so arrogant,” Clay muttered, his other hand dropping between them and yanking open Nick’s fly with one tug. The grin on Nick’s face didn’t falter, shoving his hips forward to pin Clay’s hand between them and drag himself over Clay's bulge. Clay pressed an odd mix between a groan and a growl to the side of Nick’s throat, open mouth sealing a bite to the cold flesh.
It was constant, the fighting. Whether it was bickering while cleaning the kitchen or screaming at each other during streams and videos; they were always fighting, and when it came to the sex, it was exactly the same.
They’d start fucking while fighting and really, Nick found it to be a great ending to any argument. Nick would press Dream’s buttons simply because he knew it would end with him pressed up against a wall with Dream cursing into the nape of his neck, biting insults into Nick’s chest and pressing bruises into his wrists. He’d fuck Nick until he couldn’t form the words to argue back and he would just beg and whine for Dream to fuck him harder.
Frankly, Nick found it to be a wonderful part of their friendship. He strained against the hands on his hips, trying to stop Dream from pushing him off and onto his back, while also trying to get his own shirt off. “I’m not arrogant,” he grunted, both pushing Dream’s hands away and tipping his head back to offer more of his neck to Clay’s tongue. “I just know,” he huffed, “that I won’t lose.”
The low laugh that rolled over the curve of his shoulder drew shivers down Nick’s spine as he rocked his hips forward again. Losing a little bit of his fight in the haze of pleasure that shrouded him, Nick melted for only a second and Dream pushed him back. He jolted as he hit the mattress, but Dream was on him before he could even think about sitting up.
Clay was heavier and his weight on Nick’s thighs and hips made it impossible for him to squirm away. He bit back a strained grunt, grabbing a handful of Dream’s hair and pulling hard.
“Well if you’re so confident,” Dream growled, his lips twisted in a cruel grin that filled Nick with fear and excitement. The hand slipping between his legs made it hard for him to listen as Dream continued, “how about we raise your stakes?”
Nick chewed on his bottom lip as he tried his best to keep his brain working. “What, a ball gag isn’t humiliating enough?” he snarked, using the hand in Dream’s hair to pull him down. His eyes were trained on Clay’s mouth as he squirmed; Dream’s knees were blocking Nick from spreading his legs and the palm rubbing him over his sweatpants wasn’t anywhere near scratching the itch. But the other didn’t seem to care about making haste for Nick’s pleasure, instead sitting back and withdrawing his hand.
His weight still prevented any possible escape and when Nick tried to sit up, Dream stopped him with a hand on his chest.
“Don’t think I don’t know that the idea of being gagged and tied down all for me doesn’t get you excited,” he said, sharp gaze keeping Nick’s attention solely on him and his words. And his words were doing bad, bad things for the pressure building between Nick’s legs. He was starting to think that he’d backed himself into a corner. But Dream didn’t wait for him to deny the claim. “If I make you moan, or gasp, or whimper -”
“I don’t whimper,” Nick interrupted, knowing his cheeks were already flushed from their fighting.
Dream gave him a hard glare, continuing with what he was saying: “before I make a sound, then you don’t get to come.”
Nick’s confidence started to wilt, and Dream’s grin grew.
“What, you don’t think you can do it?” And with a simple question, Nick knew he’d made a mistake.
If he actually lost, he was gonna be screwed. And not the fun type of screwed where you get to finish after, the type of screwed where you’re left embarrassed and unsatisfied.
But his pride was far too big for him to backtrack and he made a show of schooling the concern off his face. He set his jaw and craned his neck, glaring back up at Dream as if he hadn’t put himself in a terrible position.
“I can’t wait to hear you beg me to fuck you,” he said, letting his head fall back with a lazy confidence. He kept his eyes on Dream as he lifted his arms and put his hands behind his head. “I think that’ll be my new favourite sound, don’t you?”
Dream watched him in a bated moment of silence, eyes flickering over his face as if deciding on his next move.
“Alright,” he said after a few seconds and finally moved to kneel between Nick’s legs instead. Nick spread his legs immediately, reaching for Clay’s waistline. “Then no noises.” He let Sapnap pull open his pants. “No speaking, no nothing.” He tugged on his waistband, trying not to preen when Dream leaned down with his gaze locked on Nick’s mouth.
“No noises,” Nick agreed, nibbling on his bottom lip when Dream flicked out his tongue. Clay grinned like he had already won and he kissed Nick like he was trying to bruise his lips.
With another tug to his waistband, Dream relinquished. Muscled thighs welcomed Clay’s hips between them, and Nick felt his throat tighten with the want to moan when Dream pressed their cocks together. The layers of clothing between them and the teasing scrape of Dream’s teeth against his tongue made him paw at Clay’s pants, trying to shove them down his hips in a slow building desperation.
It only added to Nick’s frustration when Clay made it significantly harder as he continued to rock his hips forward. It was tortuous, the slow grinding felt more painful than good; it was nowhere near enough and Nick knew any other day he’d already be complaining. But with Dream smirking against his mouth, pinning Nick’s greedy hand to the bed and biting his bottom lip, Nick had no say in how slow or fast they were going.
With Dream ignoring his other hand still yanking on his pants, Nick stopped for a moment to think. Thinking was not one of Nick’s strong suits, especially with Clay’s tongue in his mouth, so he went with his first Plan B.
Plan B was to yank his other hand free, reach around behind Dream and grab two big handfuls of his ass, while pushing his hips up off the bed. The hips between his thighs bucked hard and surprised, and Nick couldn’t stop himself from throwing his head back. The slow drag of Clay’s arousal against his; it was like striking a match, and the flame that burst between them was delicious.
With the kiss broken, Dream seemed almost frantic when he dropped his mouth to Nick’s shoulder. He bit down hard, a bite of scolding but also with the need to have his mouth on something lest he make a sound. Nick grinned up at the ceiling, mouth falling open silently when Dream slipped an arm under the small of his back to stop his hips from dropping. With his hips still lifted, Dream canted his hips forward, grinding them together over and over and over. They couldn’t get closer than they were but it wasn’t enough and Nick wanted to say so.
Instead, he decided that if he couldn’t get Dream’s pants off, he’d have to take his own off. With Dream holding his hips up, it made it easier to shove his pants down, half catching his boxers. He got them to his thighs before strong fingers snatched up his wrists.
Clay’s tongue was trailing from bite to bite as he wrestled both of Nick’s wrists into one hand and shoved them down into the mattress. And though it wasn’t heard, Nick could imagine the scolding Dream wanted to give him as he nipped at Nick’s collarbone.
Arms trapped and pants half down his legs, the hand that grabbed him through his boxers shot lightning up his spine. He bit down on his tongue to stop the noise he wanted to make, squeezing his eyes shut as long fingers wrapped around him through the cloth, rubbing him up and down before tugging on his balls.
Better, better, better .
His thoughts crooned with satisfaction at the lazy waves of pleasure that rocked him, Dream’s hand never slowing as it mapped him out. Fingertips danced over the patch of cloth that was wet from Nick’s precum, and when Nick opened his eyes he saw the devilish smile on Clay’s flushed face, the hungry look in his eyes that raked down Nick’s chest and to the where fingers dove beneath boxers, sliding past Nick’s leaking cock and sinking to the sensitive skin of Nick’s rim. A knuckle pressed up into his perineum (a place Clay had recently discovered is really sensitive) and Nick tasted blood when his hips bucked up off the bed.
His hand shot for Clay’s shoulder and he buried his nails into the flesh there, hips spasming as the pressure released. The closeness of his orgasm rushed him, almost throwing him right over the edge within a number of seconds, and when he landed back on the mattress, his thighs were twitching with need.
Clay’s grin was a cruel one and Nick glared up at him, despite knowing how needy he looked. It’s hard to look fierce when someone is dragging off your pants. He shoved uselessly at his waistband with his hands, yanking on Clay’s arm before his feet were even free of the clothing.
With an arm around Clay’s neck, Nick could hold himself up better and he made a slow show of slowly rutting up against Dream’s hand while flattening his tongue against his pulsepoint.
Deft fingers pressed bruises along Nick’s hipbones when Clay shoved his hips back down, his grin having curled into an irritated snarl. It was entertaining how heated Dream would get when Nick pushed his buttons, and the mix of lust in Dream’s glare directed all that heat to the right areas.
Nick laid passive while Clay reached for the bedside table. He retrieved lube fast enough, settling back on his haunches between Nick’s legs as he popped the cap. When Nick slipped his own hand into his pants, spreading his thighs when the pleasure of his own touch made his head spin. A stern hand on his wrist shocked him out of it, and he couldn’t help his hips twitching when the contact was pulled away.
The icy look he received from Dream was one of warning but Nick only batted his lashes, laying back with his hands up above his head in mock surrender. He watched closely as lube dripped down Dream’s fingers and hooked his ankle behind Dream’s thigh, spreading his knees open as best he could.
He took a few deep breaths as firm fingers gripped his thigh, and he returned to biting his bleeding lip again when a hot tongue pressed to his upper thigh and a cold finger began to push him open. They’d done this enough times to know how their bodies responded to each other. Once Dream was down to the knuckle, he waited, patiently kissing along the muscle of Nick’s thigh until Nick let out a long breath, flexing his hips up.
Clay knew that as a silent green light but despite the moment of preparation, Nick still had to bite his own fist when Clay started to finger him in earnest, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of his thigh. Nick was barely able to get a hold of himself before Clay was smoothly sliding in a second finger. And the little stretch made Nick’s spine shiver.
He set his eyes on the room, fisting the bedsheets and trying to think about anything other than Dream pushing his thigh up and exposing him entirely. He refused to glance down, knowing that the sight of Clay flushed and hungry nestled between his legs.... he didn’t enjoy torturing himself for the sake of it.
Dream took his time pulling Nick apart with just two fingers. It was like he was mapping out every one of Nick’s nerves and Nick felt every single brush. The slow circles rubbed against his insides, the gentle swirling and spreading of the fingers inside him and he could feel Clay watching with one hundred percent of his focus; watching Nick’s body take him with desperation, watching Nick writhing under him with pursed lips and only so much pride left over.
When two fingers disappeared, he let his shoulders relax for a moment.. His cheeks were warm and his chest worked hard to make up for the moments of held breath. A little pop before a wet splatter sound hit the back of Nick’s thigh. The cold of the lube pierced him and the yelp of surprise barely caught itself in his throat. He had to choke back the sound, whacking Clay’s shoulder as he took a breath and coughed.
At Dream’s raised brows, Nick glared, shaking his head in reverence. A cough didn’t count as a sex sound.
Fortunately, Clay didn’t bother to fight over the rules of their silly contest. He slid his hand down Nick’s raised thigh, and both hands settled on Nick’s butt for only a moment before those fingers were spreading him open for Dream to admire.
Nick scrambled to try and sit up, hide himself, retain some sort of dignity, etc., and one hand was on the back of his thigh once more, shoving his knee towards his chest and keeping Nick’s back to the bed; he didn’t get a moment to blush or to swat or to do anything about Clay taking him so greedily because two fingers were pushing into him, nice and easy. There was far less pain, only a lot more wet sounds that made Nick’s flush crawl up his chest and neck.
They were always competitive in bed, and Nick would always encouraged the rougher side of Clay to come out with him. This time, however, was different: Clay touched him and moved him however he pleased, and Nick couldn’t say anything about it.
Those two fingers slid all the way out, and then pushed right back in with a third.
Nick’s whole body jolted. The rush of pleasure forced him upright, he barely found Dream’s shoulder with his mouth before he was locking his teeth over the flesh and biting down, hard.
He stopped himself from making a noise and Dream almost lost when he sucked in a sharp breath to stop himself from shouting. They’d both saved themselves, but Nick knew that Clay wasn’t going to treat him nicely after that.
Clay’s attempt of jerking back failed to dislodge Nick, who dug his fingernails into Clay’s bicep for good measure, so he resorted to his second plan. Long fingers snapped around Nick’s neck, cutting Nick’s air off instantly. Like a ragdoll, Clay shoved Nick back down into the mattress, holding him there with his thumb and forefinger digging into the pressure points beneath his jaw.
There was fire in his eyes and Nick didn’t hide his open grin as he panted, complying as Clay’s hand tipped his head back so his top lashes kissed his cheekbones.
He shook his head, slow and burning with irritation. The dirty look made Nick’s thighs flex, and that was all it took.
His neck was released, heartbeat slamming in his ears as one hand caught his left thigh, shoving it up over his right. Nick tried to sit up to stop it, but Clay was quicker, meaner and stronger, rolling Nick onto his front. The hand between his shoulder blades didn’t let him dispute, pinning him down to the mattress and spreading Nick open. He was held like that, exposed for a silent moment and shivering at the feeling of fluid dripping down his thighs.
Blue bed sheets hid red cheeks; Nick could feel his entrance quivering as he waited for something. He didn’t expect that something to be a tongue, pushing greedy and careless against Nick’s hole. He jolted, a blanket stuffing his mouth and stopping him from making a sound as Clay tasted him, rolling his tongue over the sensitive skin, pressing it in despite how Nick squirmed his hips and bucked away from the sensation. It was deep and intimate and wet and he felt trapped, unable to let out the noises, the sounds of feeling and appreciation and need that he knew Clay loved to hear. His chest was tight and he tried to focus on the thumb that rubbed his thigh muscle.
Clay fucked him with his tongue, slow and greedy and absolutely shameless. His hips were quivering in only a minute and he wanted to tell Dream to stop, to tell him he was gonna come. And if he came, so soon, with Clay doing that to him, holding him down to the bed and not caring for the way he had to crane his neck to breathe: there was no way he was going to be able to stop himself from moaning (not whimpering).
And for whatever reason, he did stop and Nick’s whole body went pliant. One of his thighs kept twitching and his dick was aching between his legs.
When he was rolled back (who knew he liked being manhandled so much), Dream was shoving his hips between his thighs, a hand returning to his throat. It still ached from the pressure beforehand, but Nick tilted his head back and welcomed the touch. The small squeeze made his legs jerk inwards, kept apart by Dream’s hips.
Teeth caught the shell of Nick’s ear and the head of Dream’s cock pressed to his entrance. Nick took a small breath in, and Dream snapped his hips forward and buried himself in one sharp move. Eyes rolled back, hips flexed up to try and drag Clay even deeper with a breathless little moan.
Then Clay was fucking him, and he was laughing.
It was thick with glee and arousal. “Oh Nick,” Clay cooed, lowering his tongue to Nick’s throat. He could feel the wicked grin pressed to his neck but he was helpless. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t speak, he couldn’t drag his brain away from anything other than how good Clay felt inside him, how good it felt to be split open and stretched. There was a puff of hot air against his spit-slicked neck and then, “You lost,” Clay whispered and the mere sound of his voice after ten minutes of silence had Nick choking out a sob as he shook his head.
“N-no, Clay-” His words were harsh in his throat, and interrupted by a helpless moan as Clay fucked into him hard and rhythmic. “I- I need to- You can’t- Mmm, fu-uck.” It was too overwhelming, pleasure slamming up his back in unrelenting waves. “I’m gonna- Feels so- Clay-” His brain was blank and his mouth worked despite him, making noises and words that didn’t make sense. He gasped in a tight breath, his throat feeling as if it was closing, and when rough fingers slid around his length his hips lurched off the mattress and the sound he made was humiliating. There was no room for him to care or blush as Clay jerked him once, twice- “Yes, yes, yes- Fuck, yes, don’t-”
Those fingers sunk down to the base of his cock and tightened, and Nick’s chest leapt, hips thrashing in desperation, but Clay’s hold didn’t shift and the orgasm that threatened to tear through him was denied brutally and painfully.
One harsh snap of the hips and Clay came, hot fluid seeping out of Nick where Clay stayed sheathed.
It took him a minute to realise he was sobbing, tears rolling down his cheeks as his thighs quivered, tightening around Clay’s waist only to try and spread wider to draw him in. It was useless, and the tired chuckle that trickled down his sternum sounded like torture. He slammed his clenched fist into the mattress with a whimper.
He was so damn hard.
“No, no, no,” Nick mumbled mostly to himself, trying desperately to fuck up into Dream’s hand. When Dream slipped out of him, his fingers vanishing too, Nick’s own hands leapt to his crotch, sinking three fingers into himself and moaning at the half-hearted jump of pleasure in his stomach. It wasn’t enough and he didn’t have the chance to try and make it enough as Clay yanked his hands away and bit at his chest.
“Don’t be naughty, Nick,” Clay crooned, his voice thick and heavy with sated lust. It just wasn’t fair.
“Not fair,” Nick gasped, his breath slowly coming back to him as his spinning head started to settle. “M’sorry, Clay, I’m- It hurts, please-” His throat felt swollen and when fingers trailed up his thighs, he practically yelped at the sensitivity. “I wanna come, let me come,” he trailed, “You won, you won, so good- Always so good, please-”
The little sigh Clay let out almost felt regretful had Nick not been able to see the wide, gleeful grin his roommate was wearing. “I told you what would happen, baby,” Clay said, rubbing his thumb into the tense muscle of Nick’s thigh. Pet names weren’t common between them, and Nick couldn’t deny the flutter of need and warmth that they always brought him. But this time the word burned his chest, and he couldn’t help the pathetic sob he let out when his head fell back to the mattress. “Two more, then you can come,” he purred, tongue dragging down Nick’s chest to trail kisses over his naval.
His mouth enveloped Nick’s painfully hard erection in one motion and the cry he let out hurt his own head as Nick bucked his hips up. That mouth disappeared.
“Or, if you’re not going to behave, we can stop right now.” Clay’s voice had hardened and he pressed his nails into the flesh of Nick’s thigh. The younger man shook his head hard, squeezing his eyes shut so Clay couldn’t see the hot tears that threatened to spill. “Are you gonna be good for me?” A slick tongue sliding over Nick’s slit made him gasp, and he nodded his head in desperation, gripping the bedsheets as he rocked his hips against nothing. “Tell me, Nick.” Damn, Dream was mean when he could be.
Nick turned his face into the mattress as best he could, sucking in deep, helpless breaths. “I’ll be good,” he mumbled, clenching his teeth.
That tongue returned, sliding up the underside of his cock before swirling around his tip. It was wet and torturous and Nick had to press his hips down into the mattress in order to stop himself from shoving up again. “I dunno if I believe you.” The words were hot against the side of his arousal, and as two fingers slipped into him, Nick let out a breathless moan.
“Yes, yes, I’ll be good- so good, Clay,” he whimpered, the intensity of his pleasure having simmered to a light boil and the humiliation of the situation making his cheeks burn crimson. “Please- Please fuck me, please let me come. I’ll be so good, you make me feel so good- so fucking hot, I’ll be-” Clay took him back into his mouth, and Nick could feel the vibration against the head of his cock when Clay hummed pleasantly. He was slow and lazy as he bobbed his head, lavishing in the underside of Nick with his tongue and not caring for the drool that slipped down to his balls.
The pleasure was too intense and Nick had to press his thumbs into the hollows of his own hips to keep them from moving. It was just heat and thrills, and he could only whimper when Clay curled fingers around the base of him. That whimper morphed into a yelp when a cruel knuckle pressed against his perineum, a jolt of stimulation bolting up his spine. After however long he had kept his lips stubbornly pursed, he was unable to stop the noises that flooded from the mouth.
He squirmed fruitlessly on the mattress, gritting his teeth and groaning at the frustrating pain of being so full of tension and pleasure and unable to release it. And he made sure Clay knew it.
“Fuck, Clay please it- ahh, fuck it hurts, it feels so good-” Another rub against the skin beneath his sack before teasing fingernails slid down to his entrance. He thrashed his head from side to side, feeling the insides of Clay’s cheeks suction against his length. “No, no- I- I can’t, it’s too much, I-” Two fingers pushed inside and Nick almost screamed, arching off the bed as they drove up against his prostate. It was like getting slammed into a brick wall, unable to burst through so forced to bounce back. But the reverberations of the peak he couldn’t reach smashed through him so hard he felt his head spinning and he could barely remember to breathe.
When the discomfort and unsatisfied pleasure ebbed out of his head, he no longer felt anything and it took him a moment and Clay’s warm hand against his cheek for him to be able to open his eyes. Loving eyes met his, and despite the torture Nick was helpless to the man above him; he turned into the touch, releasing deep, unsteady breaths as he unraveled on the bed like a string pulled so taut it was only moments from snapping.
He didn’t think he could move if he wanted; he was so sore and still had one more hill to climb before he was allowed the satisfaction.
“So beautiful for me, so fucking hot with that mouth and those sounds.” Clay pressed the words to Nick’s jaw before drawing him into a kiss that would leave his lips bruised. It was like Clay wanted to push his thoughts into Nick, make him know, make him feel the feelings he had for him. And Nick for a moment, thought about how he wanted Clay, not just like this, but in every way and for as long as possible.
And that moment was pushed out of him as Clay sunk into him, pressed neatly between Nick’s thighs and plastered to him stomach to stomach, chest to chest.
Nick moaned into Clay’s mouth, a sound with no form or control. Clay stayed rooted in him for a few seconds, kissing at Nick’s mouth and biting lightly at his lip. He bit back, just as light and a small message of “go ahead, I’m ready”.
Then Clay moved. And it wasn’t like the first two times. It wasn’t fueled by fire and electricity; fast, rushed, a battle to be won and a rush to make each other feel good. It was as if they were the tides, rocking against each other slow and steady, waves of pleasure pushing through Nick, coaxing him closer and closer once more.
He was trembling and he could only cling to Clay, letting him swallow every helpless, needy sound he made. Clay fucked him slow and hard. For every firm roll of the hips, a breathy pant would fall from Nick’s mouth and with Clay pressing teeth to the sensitive skin of his throat, Nick was completely at his mercy.
“Almost there,” Clay panted, pressing the words to the side of Nick’s neck alongside a line of lovebites. “Doing so good Nick, so good for me. So close.”
Nick whimpered, the only sound he seemed capable of making, and Clay groaned, speeding up as his hips began to quiver. He was close too. He was going to finish and Nick would have to wait .
But there wasn’t anything he could do. Clay lifted Nick’s hips off the mattress, fucking down into him hard: once, twice. Then with his hands on Nick’s hip, he drove into him and tilted. Smoother than Nick was prepared for, Clay rolled them all the way over, dragging Nick onto him, still stuffed with Clay. And as his thighs sunk down to embrace Clay’s hips, it only drew Clay deeper into him; shoving the moan from his tongue.
Clay laid a hand to Nick’s cheek and Nick basically fell into his touch, allowing Clay to draw him down so he could kiss him. With his heartbeat no longer flooding all of his senses, Nick sucked on Clay’s bottom lip and rocked his hips forward. The slide of overstimulation gave him a full body shiver and the noise Clay let out curled around every sensation Nick experienced.
“Fuck,” he rasped, voice roughened from the constant crying out. “Can I-” He blinked slowly, rocking his hips in a slow deliberate circle and not even trying to stop the low moan that fell from his lips. He met Clay’s eyes, weak arms pushing him upright again. “Can I come now?” he asked, sweet as pie. And Nick swore he could smell the need that seeped from the man beneath him. “Please, please, can- I wanna come so bad, C- Clay.” Weakly, he pushed up a few inches on his knees before sinking back down. Calloused fingertips dug into the muscle of his thighs and he was glad he wasn’t the only one feeling tortured.
“God, you’re so pathetic,” Clay said, rubbing his thumb along Nick’s cheekbone. The shock at the cruel words which were expected with their foreplay, but Nick wasn’t used to hearing it when they were in the middle of it. Usually, Dream’s words were thick with affection, telling him how he looked so good, how he was doing so well, how the sounds he made were hypnotising.
So it took him by surprise when he couldn’t stop himself from whining, a helpless noise that only curled Clay’s lips into a smirk. “I am,” he admitted, biting his lip and rocking his hips again. Pleasure licked at his spine and he exhaled through his nose. “Always am for you, do anything for you.” Nick didn’t know where the words were coming from but he couldn’t stop, feeling his stomach twist and turn inside him. “Fuck, I’ll let you do anything to me,” he threw his head back, grinding out a whimper as he pushed up. His thighs ached but he cared far too much about the pleasure he was chasing to let them rest.
“You’re fucking filthy, Pandas,” Clay said, a hand curling around Nick’s cock as he bounced up and down. “So needy and desperate; it’s fucking delicious.” The rough curses made Nick’s spine tingle, one knee lifting behind him. Clay braced his foot on the mattress and he shoved his hips up off the bed, spearing Nick and making him yelp .
“Cl- Cla-ay- I- Oh God, I-” Nick’s words were scattered and broken, spreading his shaking thighs as far as he could as Clay fucked up into him. “Feels so good,” he moaned, pressing his nails into Clay’s bicep. “Too good, too good- Gonna- Oh fuck-” A particularly hard thrust had Nick nearly faceplanting on Clay’s chest, his hips stuttering back and forth with every puncture.
“You gonna come, hey?” Clay asked, flicking his wrist faster and grinning breathlessly at Nick’s noise. It was so fast and so overwhelming.
“Please, please, please,” Nick chanted as if he didn’t know a single other word. It was cute when he was like this, desperate, brainless, needy; after being edged three times, obediently holding back his orgasm as best he could, asking so politely despite how desperate he was. Clay wanted nothing more than to fuck Nick into an orgasm he was trying to stave off. “Please, please- Let me- Want to- Do- Don’t stop, Cla- Mnn!”
Nick’s thighs clenched around Clay’s hips, his whole body freezing solid as his orgasm crashed down over him, swallowing his entirety as heat spread through his insides. His stomach tightened up, dick spurting thread after thread of cum onto Clay’s chest. His cock was throbbing and when his head stopped spinning and his guts stopped aching, he became numbly aware of his cheek pressed against Clay’s chest and the fluid dripping down his thighs.
He let out a little groan, no energy to form words, and moaned quietly when rough fingers dragged through his hair. His body was sore; it was aching and exhausted and he couldn’t even imagine moving from his place, plastered against Clay’s chest. Even though they were sweaty, and gross, and smeared with a mix of both of their fluids.
It took him a moment to realise that Clay was talking, picking up on the movement of his chest before the sound of his voice.
“Hm?” he managed, eyes still shut. Clay’s chest shuddered with laughter, the fingers in his hair sliding down to his shoulder where they pressed into the muscle there. Nick moaned.
“I asked if you were okay,” he said, amusement twisting around his tongue.
“I’m fine,” Nick muttered, hmphing at his own words. “Well I might not be able to walk.”
Clay laughed again and at the sound Nick only groaned, reaching a blind hand up and smacking it over Clay’s face. Unsurprisingly it only encouraged the laughing and being jostled up and down didn’t help Nick’s exhaustion.
“You don’t get to torture me, and then laugh about it,” Nick muttered, bracing his hands on the mattress in an attempt to push himself up. His arms quivered and he gave up, resting his chin on Clay’s chest to frown up at him.
That endearing look in Clay’s eyes made him melt, as frustrating as it was, and he hid his face against the sweaty skin beneath him. “I didn’t torture you,” he said simply, massaging the muscles of his tense shoulders knowing full well that he was the one who tightened them up. “You lost the bet, and you knew what that meant.”
Nick scoffed. “Whatever,” but allowed his face to be tilted up when warm fingers touched his jaw.
Clay grinned, running his thumb over Nick’s lip and gazing at him as if he hung the moon. Nick almost swooned. Until Clay added, “Just can’t wait to see this pretty mouth wrapped around a ball gag.”
Nick scowled but his stomach twisted at the thought, a shiver rocking down his spine at the images that flooded his head.
“C’mon,” Clay said with a grunt as he pushed himself upright. Nick whined, pushed upright only to whimper when he was impaled further on Clay’s flaccid length. Clay’s grin was broad and evil as he soothed his touch down Nick’s back. “Told you that you whimpered.”
Nick smacked him over the back of the head, thighs aching under the weight off his body. “Shut up and help me off you,” he grunted, keeping his eyes down as Clay pressed a sweet kiss to his temple.
“Yes sir,” he said, dropping a kiss to Nick’s mouth.
He didn’t get far, hands dropping to Nick’s hips to help lift him up. But the hand on the back of his neck stopped him and when Nick kissed him, hard and irritated, he smiled into it, and he kissed back.