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His eyes fluttered open and he found himself awake despite the darkness of the bedroom making the late hour obvious. He should be sleeping, but something had pulled him into the waking world. There was a lot on his mind of late, so it wasn’t much of a surprise. His tasks involving CloseKnit were taking up a lot of his time and crowding his thoughts as things were progressing. Having to deal with that other dreamwalker was frustrating and their unempowered significant other who was connected to the deathwalker was stubborn beyond belief. But, there was a saving grace to all of the frustrations.
He got to see them after everything in the day. His closest friend, the one he reconnected with after shutting them out. More than a friend now, he thought with a smile as he looked down at their form sleeping against him. They were his other half now. They were his Moonbeam. His. Knowing he would be able to see their face and hold them close when the day was over got him through even the most arduous of days. He ran a hand through their hair and watched them shift slightly in their sleep.
It was nice to see them in such a state of calm. Since the two had become more involved, it seemed that they were sleeping better. He loved being able to help them in that way. Sometimes he’d use his powers or just his gentle talking to lull them into a peaceful sleep. But, sometimes just being there beside them seemed to be enough. That was what made him the happiest. The nights when they drifted off easily in his arms. He could feel the slight pull as their dreams brought him into their mind. He ignored the pull as he brushed his fingers through their hair again. They shifted at the touch and let out a soft groan. His fingers trailed to their face and they mumbled softly as they dreamed. He hoped it was a pleasant dream, they deserved only good dreams. And he would do everything to keep them as content as possible. No matter what it took. They mattered more to him than anyone, than anything.
His finger slid over their soft bottom lip and he watched them shiver slightly at the touch. His smile turned into a slight smirk at that reaction. He loved that he could have an effect like that on them. He liked reading the little signs their body displayed and how it would react to his actions. Their body was a piece of art in every sense. He trailed a hand down their side, appreciating the feeling of their bare skin where their shirt had ridden up in their sleep. At the feeling of his warm hand on their side, another soft sound escaped their mouth, like a contented sigh.
An idea wormed its way into his mind and he found a light smirk spreading across his lips. It was a Friday night, so it would be fine to interrupt their sleep a little bit, he figured. They wouldn’t be too angry. He’d never done this kind of thing with them before, but it had been talked about if only in a short hypothetical. They had seemed willing to try it and had even gone so far as to say it would be hot. They had been willing to try a lot of his other ideas too. This wasn’t the wildest thing to have been brought up. Besides, there was a question in his mind and he wanted to find his answer.
He let his hand travel lower and dip past the waistline of their sleep pants. At first, he just pressed softly against their underwear, watching for their reaction. Their legs tensed slightly and a low mumble made its way out of their mouth. He moved his hand against the undergarment gently, wanting more of a reaction before going further. A moan tumbled from their lips at his movements and that was all he needed to go further. His fingers dipped under the underwear to touch them skin to skin. They immediately bucked up at the touch and he grinned.
He was slow and meticulous as he applied more pressure and watched how their body reacted to the touches. He could go as slow as he wanted. He has all the time in the world and he could be ever so patient. He would draw this out and build up their pleasure.
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It had been a pleasant dream. Nothing too elaborate or interesting to speak of. But, it had felt a blanket of warmth and serenity had been tucked around them. They always seemed to sleep better in his arms. It had been a good thing to let him back into their life. They had decided that a while back, despite their unease with the CloseKnit group he was so involved in. But, he respected that they weren’t interested in it. They kept their thoughts about how creepy it seemed to themself. He didn’t bring it up often but with his involvement it did come up on occasion. Mostly on the unexpected late stays after meetings.
They loved the easy way they had fallen back into each other’s lives. How easy it had seemed to flow into something more. It was comfortable and safe. He had been a little too eager to try to get to know each other again at first. It had honestly spooked them a little. But, things had settled out and they found they liked him being around. They liked him, perhaps even more than they had in the past.
Their hazy dream and fuzzy reminiscence was interrupted as their dream shifted and pulled their thoughts with it. They found themself pulled into a sensation of warmth and muffled pleasure. It felt good, they felt good but they couldn’t place why. Sensation pulled at their mind and they easily gave into it. In their dream state it took a while to realize the building pleasure and heat and what that meant. Their body had felt disconnected from them until it came back with a rush of feeling. It was so much to feel the sensations again so abruptly but not unpleasant.
A moan found its way out of their mouth as they felt themself buck up into the feeling of a gentle hand between their thighs. Their head immediately brought their mind to Blake as the feeling of building pleasure settled into them. Their eager mind created a scene around them easily. A serene place with soft sheets and Blake above them.
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A mix between a smirk and a smile played across his face in the darkness of their bedroom as he felt the tug of their mind. They were dreaming of him as he slowly worked them toward their peak. That was exactly what he wanted. Exactly what he needed to know. He wanted to be that prominent in their mind.
“So good, my Moonbeam,” He sighed out into the silence of the apartment. He leaned down to place a soft kiss to the very corner of their lips.
His free hand pulled their sleep shorts down followed by their underwear. He wanted better access. He didn’t want anything restricting his ability to touch them, especially as they started to writhe and moan under his touch. With one more soft kiss to their lips, he moved himself down their body. Again he was slow and meticulous as he pulled up their shirt so he could kiss down their bare skin. Slow, open mouthed kisses against their soft, supple flesh. He savored it as he made his way further and further down. When he reached their thighs, his fingers stopped their work.
They let out a breathy huff and tried to press their thighs together as they bemoaned the loss of his touch. The loss of that pleasant feeling building them up toward release.
“Don’t fret, my beautiful Moonbeam,” He whispered into the side of their thigh, it didn’t matter that they couldn’t hear him, “I’m not done just yet.”
His mouth replaced his hand. He couldn’t help the hum as he finally tasted them. It was his reward to himself for his slow and patient work earlier. God, they tasted so good. A gasp escaped their lips and their hips twitched up at the sensation. He smiled into them at such a response. He loved knowing how much of an effect he had.
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In their dream, he was watching them as he worked them with that slow precision he was so good at. He was smiling at them as they moaned about how good it felt as he brought them closer at that agonizingly slow but delicious pace he liked to keep. He was so meticulous and he enjoyed watching them buck and squirm under him. He whispered sweet things and coaxed them with his soft voice in their ear.
“Do you like that, my Moonbeam?” He asked them in that soft tone, almost reverent as his hand kept working them. Their mind felt like it was fizzling out into an unfocused haze even within their dream.
“Answer me, beautiful,” His voice coaxed them and they let out a low breathy moan in answer. It was all they could manage. Their thoughts were scattered. But, it seemed to be enough.
They felt a pressure and a softness to the corner of their lips. Their brain filled in the gaps, responding with what they wanted it to be. Blake’s lips soft against their skin. They wanted them against their lips and they turned their head to capture his lips with their own. He smiled into the kiss, a hint of a laugh rumbling through his chest before he pulled away. They grumbled at the loss and tried to capture his lips again but he stayed just out of reach. It was only a moment before they felt his lips brush against theirs again, so soft. Almost featherlike. They leaned up to deepen the kiss but his lips were gone again.
Part of them wondered if he was really a figment or if it was the real Blake taunting them and teasing them in their dreams. Or perhaps it was something else entirely.
Those thoughts were halted and forgotten as they felt his lips trailing down their naked body. His mouth was slowly worshiping the skin it touched. It sent tantalizing shivers down their body as they anticipated where his mouth would stop. It stopped, but not exactly where they expected, they looked down to see him gazing up at them from between their thighs and they felt another wave of heat surge through them at the sight.
They should have known how he would tease them. His hand stopped its work on them and he pulled it away completely. They were left without the needed feeling building their pleasure. They groaned at the lack and tried to coax his mouth to take over for his hand. It would be even better to feel that.
For what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few short minutes, he did nothing but press a torturously slow and languid kiss to the inside of their thigh. But, then his mouth was right where they wanted it most and they found their body bucking up into him.
Blake,” A panting breath called out his name as they pressed their head back into the soft pillows.
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“Blake,” Their voice called out, low and still heavy with sleep. His eyes darted up to their face to see the beautiful expression of need twisting their features. He knew they were still sleeping because the pull of their dream was still there. It had grown even stronger than before. Good, he thought to himself. Their attachment to him was what he needed, what he craved. He loved them, so deeply, and he wanted to know that they felt the same. This little experiment was doing just what he had wanted from the start.
Their hips squirmed and bucked under him as he worked his skilled and meticulous tongue. He reveled in their taste as he took his time. He was always so patient when it came to them. He knew the best things took work and he was willing to put in that work when it came to his beautiful Moonbeam. In all things, not just in bringing them to over the edge of release. He hummed against them in appreciation as a breathy moan slipped past their perfect lips. A louder, heavier moan followed at the action and he found himself smirking as he continued his work.
He had been keeping such a consistent pace, building up their sensations with a practiced slowness. He was savoring it, savoring them. One of their hands twitched lightly at their side, clenching and unclenching as he went deeper and eased off. He wondered with delight if they were imagining twining their fingers into his hair and gripping it tightly as he worked them over so thoroughly. He would have to ask them when they finally woke from their dream. With a hum of thought, that brought another tantalizing moan and buck of their hips, he wondered just how much he’d be able to do before they roused and those gorgeous eyes blinked down at him through the haze of arousal and sleep. Part of him wanted it to keep going for a while yet, but imagining their hazy stare stirred something in him and he wasn’t sure how long he really did want to wait. He wasn’t using his powers to keep them from consciousness. He was too curious as to their reaction to this experiment.
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It was so much and so slow, but it felt so good. Their head rolled against the plush pillows as they let out a symphony of moans and pleas. God, his pace was both agonizingly slow and perfectly paced at the same time and it drove them mad. As it built up within them, they couldn’t keep the hazy of arousal from pulling at the corners of their dream. It was all less focused, except him. He was the only piece that stayed perfectly, tantalizingly in focus.
Their hand reached down with shaking fingers to thread through his hair. As he worked them with his sinful mouth, their grip tightened on the strands of hair in their grasp. He hummed in approval at the feeling of their nails gently scratching against his scalp. The feeling sent a loud moan from their lips and their hips bucked up involuntarily.
Prying their eyes open and forcing them to focus through the wash of building pleasure was difficult. But, they forced themself to do so. And they were rewarded for it. Looking down at Blake buried between their thighs, using his mouth so experly on them was enough to send a shiver of hot arousal through their whole body. A slight tug on his hair had him looking up at them with blown out pupils. The sight was enough to pull another heated moan from their lips.
God, he was perfect but teasing. They wanted him to go just a little bit faster. Just a little more to bring them up to the edge faster. They wanted to be moaning his name like a mantra as their release rocked through their body. But, he worked slowly. It would be absolute ecstasy when he got them up over that edge. His name would be a scream of pleasure on their lips followed by a muttered spell repeated over and over as he continued to use his sinful mouth over them.
“I won’t waste such a delicacy,” He would whisper against them as he lapped up everything and they moaned and writhed at the overwhelming feeling after reaching their bliss.
They needed it. Their hazy mind couldn’t focus on anything else but their need and him. Blake.
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He smirked into them at the ever present tug of their dream. He was a main fixture in their dream for sure and he wondered exactly how they saw him. He was interested in how they imagined him in their dreams. He was by no means a stranger to their dreamscape. He visited it quite often. Both on their invitation and without. On days when they were particularly quiet or absent, he would worry and dip into their dreams just to be sure they were alright.
But, those thoughts were washed away as his name slipped from their lips again and they stirred more. Still they didn’t open those beautiful eyes. He wondered if he picked up his pace it would bring them back to the waking world or if it would take until the cascading waves of their release washed over them to finally rouse them. His curiosity was a strong motivator and he’s worked them over for long enough as it was. He picked up the pace of his actions ever so slightly and heard them moan out at the change. He kept going, his gaze lingering on how their mouth opened in silent pleas. Perhaps they weren’t silent within their dream. One of his hands came up to lightly stroke the soft flesh of their inner thigh and his name came tumbling from their lips as their back arched at the new sensation.
“Mmm good, Moonbeam,” He muttered against them, “So good.”
He still took his time ramping up his pace and he watched them writhe as the sensations grew and they were getting closer to the delicious edge of pleasure. He wanted to watch them fall over into in a mess of moans and pleas. They were always so beautiful when they were succumbing to the pleasure he could bring them. How different would it be with sleep’s hold still tightly wrapped around them?
He couldn’t wait any longer. He’d been so patient and now he wanted to take them over that edge. His pace picked up more and he would feel them getting closer. He would feel how their body trembled. His name was falling in small gasps from their lips and he loved hearing it. The way they squirmed under his touch was just as perfect. It didn’t take long before they were gasping and bucking up into him with long drawn out moans and short gasps of air. Then, a cry of his name poured out of them and they were limp and pliant beneath his touch. He wasn’t finished just yet. He liked to be thorough. He kept up what he’d been doing as their body squirmed underneath him from the sensitivity they felt. He was just satisfied with his work and ready to pull away when their eyelids fluttered open.
“Good morning, my precious Moonbeam,” He whispered softly, as he trailed languid kisses against their inner thigh.
“Is it morning?” Their unfocused gaze followed his voice.
“Mmm… Probably the early hours, maybe two or three,” He told them, his voice soft as honey as he trailed kisses up their thigh.
“Were you…” The question trailed off as their mind caught up with them, “You were. That’s why I dreamt that.”
“You dreamt of me?” He smirked softly against their skin. He didn’t need to ask, he knew. And they were aware of that.
“You know,” They told him with a pointed look, but there was nothing negative behind their expression, “You just like hearing me say it.”
“You know me too well, my Moonbeam,” He hummed, his lips trailing slowly up their body, “Tell me about your dream? I couldn’t answer your pull because I was occupied.”
“Mmm… You know it was because of you, because of what you were doing,” They told him with a look.
“Are you upset?” He asked, there was no sign they were but he asked anyway. He wanted to make sure there was communication. He always wanted them to feel safe and comfortable with him.
“No, I’m not. We’d talked about this,” They replied, a smile ghosting across those soft lips. One of their hands found his hair and gently ran their fingers through it even as he moved up their body.
“Good, I’m glad I didn’t upset you,” His response was genuine. He never wanted to be the reason they were upset. He always wanted to be their safe haven. Their light, as they were for him.
“You never do,” They told him with a soft smile, sleep still clinging to them.
“I’m glad,” He breathed against their skin, “Now, tell me about your dream.”
“You were…” They trailed off, a shiver running down their spine, “It was just like it is in when you do that to me in real life. Probably because you were. But, just everything was hazier, dreamier, and less focused. More feeling and less thinking.”
He’d nearly kissed his way up their whole body at that point and trailed up their neck slowly, making them shudder.
“Did it feel good?” He asked as he peppered slow kisses along their jaw.
“Of course it felt good,” They sighed.
“Mmm…” He pressed a soft kiss to the side of their mouth, “Good. I want to make my Moonbeam happy.”
“Blake,” His name from their lips was like the sweetest honey, “You always do. You make me feel so loved. I just hope I make you feel the same.”
“You’re a light in my darkness, you shine bright through my clouds like a moonbeam,” He told them punctuated by a soft kiss to the lips, “That’s why I call you that, beautiful.”
“So poetic,” They beamed, pulling him in for another loving and slow kiss.
They were his Moonbeam, giving soft, calming light to his darkness and keeping him sane. They were his. All his. And he would protect them no matter what happened. He would protect them from any harm, even if that harm became themself. He would always do what was best for his beautiful, precious Moonbeam.
He kissed them again and pulled them into his chest. They sighed in contentment as they wrapped their arms around him. So easily, they sank into his chest and relaxed completely against him. They pressed a soft and gentle kiss to his jaw and he smiled to himself. He wished they could stay so close forever.