Jelly Filling

The dashes mean I’m skipping stuff in between!

Enjoy~ ————

Dream turned his head a little, their eyes meeting. There was a fire in Techno’s eyes that he missed after they left the prison. He felt a little flame ignite in his body, as if responding to the challenge in Techno’s (delicious) voice. The speed runner wrapped his arms around Techno’s neck, drawing him close despite a panicky voice telling him the towel was slipping. Their noses brushed momentarily, red eyes flickering to pink lips before meeting Dream’s gaze again. “…then, will you fulfill my desires?” Something stiffened against the blonde’s leg, and he didn’t have to look down to know it was Techno’s cock (although, he did feel blood run to the tips of his ears).

Techno could feel Dream’s growing confidence as the blonde pulled him closer, the slight spark in his eyes not going unnoticed by the Piglin hybrid. He inhaled sharply as their bodies pressed together in an almost possessive manner. The tempting mouth inches away from his tested his patience, but it was the request that made his cock stir in his pants.

“You don’t even have to ask,” he answered, his voice coming out rough like gravel.

—— (Dream’s POV) ——

I whined, feeling the towel loosen even more, but Techno’s hands traveled lower, down the back of my thighs before grabbing them firmly and lifting. My arms reflexively wrapped around his neck as my legs crisscrossed behind him. This position would’ve been hilarious, seeing his normally majestic hair suddenly tangled between my fingers and messed up, if I wasn’t reminded of Techno’s hardening cock as it tented his pants upward, putting pressure right on the curve of my ass. Despite the towel covering my front area, gravity had the back portion hanging away from my butt, so I could feel his bulge against my bare ass. His lips never left mine, stealing my breath away as I gave up trying to block his tongue, letting him lick and plunder my mouth. I couldn’t even hear myself, but I knew I was being far from quiet. The obscene and sloppy noises leaving our lips had the voices in my head squealing. His teeth grazed my lower lip, and I could feel myself hum into our joined mouths. My eyelids fluttered as I felt one of his hands drift up, cupping and groping my ass cheeks. I leaned back, trying to ignore the saliva trail bridging our lips, and looking at Techno mildly dazed. “B-bed—“ I exhaled shakily.

Techno smirked as I tried to speak, the sight of me all flushed and breathless, words coming out stuttered, making a sense of pride swell in his chest. The piglin nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, pressing his lips to the marked skin.

"Bed? You can barely form a sentence, sunshine. You sure you can handle it if I take you to bed right now?" he teased.

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Techno walked out of the bathroom, one hand still kneading my buttock as his mouth took to refreshing all the love bites and teeth marks along my neck. My head felt hazy with anticipation, my lips sore and a shade brighter than before. The voices in my brain sneered and laughed at how dumb I looked to them; ‘oh, he’s such a cockslut’ one crooned, another adding ‘how breedable— you think he’ll get pregnant?’. My mind went reeling as I thought of being stuffed full of Techno’s semen, training to sport a large stomach housing our child. A furious blush flooded my face. It didn’t help that Techno had made his way to the stairs, shifting his hand from my ass to support both cheeks on his forearm, the hand now gripping my thigh. I hope it leaves a bruise. He climbed the steps swiftly, adding another hickey to the junction of my neck and jaw as he kicked the door open. He deposited me among fluffy blankets, never losing eye contact as he pushed the door closed.

Techno had wanted his room to reflect some sense of normalcy, so rather than going for something extravagant, he had simply gone for the more comfortable option— fluffy bed covers, lots of pillows, and a cozy atmosphere. However, as he saw how the blonde looked, all messy hair and flushed face against the soft bed, he felt incredibly glad he had chosen this room.

Techno closed the bedroom door before turning around and looking at the other, who was now laid on the blankets, looking at him expectantly. He slowly started making his way over to the shorter male, taking his time and letting his eyes rake over Dream's body. The blond was still only wearing that towel around his waist, the cloth leaving very little to imagination.

The Piglin stopped at the side of the bed, looking down at Dream with a smirk.

"Lose the towel."

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Rather than tease me like I expected him to, Techno leaned down and gave me a gentle kiss, even leaving a peck over my lips before sitting back. He uncapped a bottle— which I realized was lube— and I gasped as he squirted the cold liquid between my… thighs? “I— isn’t that supposed to go on my butt?” I saw a smile quirk on his face (and while my heart melted from the beautiful sight, I’ll take my adoration to the grave). His warm fingers parted my thighs some more, his eyes darkening as he gazed at my barely hidden, stiff cock. He started rubbing the cool liquid between my thighs, squeezing my sensitive inner thighs a little. “Not yet,” he replied, pressing a kiss to my left knee (the voices in my head giggled as the question I had on my tongue evaporated).

—— (Third Person Againnn) ——

Techno could see the confusion in Dream’s eyes and as much as he’d love to stretch the blonde’s tight ass with his fingers and dick, he saw the still somewhat fresh scars on Dream’s body and he didn’t want to risk anything. Plus…

“You’re not ready for it, baby.” Dream seemed to bristle at the comment, so Techno gripped the sides of Dream’s thighs and pushed them until the shorter male’s knees were flush with his cheeks.

“Not until I train you,” Techno elaborated, slipping his dick between Dream’s slick thighs. Dream’s breath caught as he felt Techno’s cock flop against his. Despite being between his legs, the tip of Techno’s phallus still met Dream’s, and Dream’s cock was by-no-means small. Dream wondered how it’d feel in him. “So we’re doing this.” Dream watched as Techno pulled his hips back, the Piglin’s cock slowly disappearing between his thighs.

“Until…” Dream gasped, the friction of Techno thrusting forward heating his lower half, the Piglin’s hips slapping against his ass cheeks loudly. His dick jumped, skin tingling as Techno drew back again.

“You’re begging me to fuck you.” The anarchist accented each word with a sharp snap of his hips, pressing closer until he could feel Dream’s cock slide against his with each push.

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