Hetslop bowspam. I love them.

"Dream, please, ah-" Tommy's voice cracks with a whine. "I need-" a gasp, "-water!"

"What?" Dream asks, then he finally pauses his thrusts, giving Tommy a chance to actually speak.

"Water," Tommy repeats, "my mouth's all dry an' shit." he smacks his lips with a grimace as if to convince Dream more. Dream rolls his eyes.

Tommy smacks his lips again, and that's all it takes to make Dream grab his jaw, forcefully hooking his thumb in Tommy's mouth, "Open." Dream commands, and Tommy glares, Dream only meets his eye. Then Tommy's mouth opens, if only to voice his protest or verbalize his puzzlement.

Dream spits into his open mouth.

Tommy yelps eyes wide and Dream's hand is gone from his face, now back at his hip. Dream smiles down at him, watching his panic. Tommy's frantically looking around, he's not sure what he's even looking for, there isn't anything around that could help with Having Dream's Spit in His Mouth. Eventually he swallows, face burning as he snarls up at Dream. Dream just keeps rubbing 'comforting' circles into Tommy's hip, "Better?" He mocks.

"Fuck you- What the- Who fucking does that?!-" Tommy's easily cut off when Dream adjusts his grip, positioning them to what they both know is a devastating angle for Tommy. There isn't another chance to speak before Dream is pounding, and Tommy's brain is gone, lost to the feeling, the pleasure of having his hole abused with that spot inside him being hit every time.