Nose and lips caressed the back of his head, nuzzling. “We can do that if you’d like.” Shadrach’s voice was a sleepy rasp. It would normally have lit him up with want, but right now he had more pressing concerns.
He turned his head as Shadrach rocked his hips against Isaac’s rear. And then he froze. His expression slackened with shock, and he met Isaac’s eyes.
“What?” Isaac asked. “Tell me it happened to you, too. That would make this mildly more bearable.”
“By ‘it’ do you mean you came in your sleep?”
“Mm-hm.”
Shadrach curved his hips away from Isaac’s with a wince. “I’m both flattered and annoyed.”
Isaac snorted. “Shower?”
“Yes, please.”
Together, they rose from the bed and went into the bathroom, where Isaac realized he had some of Shadrach’s cum on his ass. It might’ve been embarrassing if Shadrach hadn’t hummed in satisfaction at the sight, drawing Isaac close and kissing him like the sight of his spend on Isaac’s skin ignited something within him. Isaac stood naked while Shadrach adjusted the water temperature, yawning absently and eyeing the dried cum on his own cock with idle disbelief.
“Can’t believe you made me come in my sleep like a teenager. Do you have any idea how long it’s been since this has happened to me?” He laughed.
Shadrach wheeled around incredulously. “You? Wait—this happens to teenagers?”
“Yep. It’s pretty common. Sometimes it would happen when I didn’t even remember dreaming about anything explicit.”
Shadrach looked nonplussed. “Huh,” he remarked.
“I take it it’s been a while for you?”
Shadrach smiled. “Get in the shower and I’ll tell you.”
That was no hardship. He’d been itching to step under the spray anyway. He raised his face toward the cascading rainfall-style faucet on the ceiling. A moment later, Shadrach curled around him from behind, kissing his freckled shoulder.
“Never,” he whispered in Isaac’s ear. “It’s never happened.”
Isaac turned his head in surprise, and their noses brushed. “Really?”
Shadrach angled his head to see him better, fighting a smile. “Is that so strange?”
“I mean. A little bit. It’s supposed to be a pretty common thing for young men.” As far as he knew, anyway. “You’ve never gone into someone’s dreams for sex before?”
Shadrach tilted his head thoughtfully. “How do I put this in a way that won’t offend you? Humans are dull. Their lives are fleeting, their problems are boring, and their opinions are… grains of sand in a desert. Everywhere and equally meaningless. I would never willingly have entered a human’s mind for sex. The sensations there are muted, and there’s an… intimacy involved in it that I never wanted with a human.”
“Ouch,” Isaac deadpanned.
Shadrach’s bone-white teeth appeared. All of his smiles looked dangerous, like violence was just a step away. It was thrilling. “But then I met you. You’re never dull or boring. Your life won’t be fleeting, and your opinions have so far been the most entertaining things I’ve ever heard. You’re clever and witty and so, so bloodthirsty. You’re absolutely perfect. I didn’t know going into your dreams and having sex there would affect our bodies at all in reality, but I can’t say I regret it. Cold and sticky mess aside, I’ll most definitely do it again.”
Isaac chuckled, but heat bloomed on his skin when he remembered how easily Shadrach sank inside him during the dream. They could do things there that his physical body couldn’t handle. That opened up a lot of possibilities.
“What are you thinking? This is an opinion I want to hear, I’m certain.”
“I’m, uh, open to the idea of more dream-sex. There might be things we can do there that we can’t do out here. Painful things. Fun things.” He shivered at the thought.
Shadrach’s dark eyes gleamed. “There’s my bloodthirsty boy. Don’t worry, I’d never maim you.”
Isaac smiled slightly. “It’s not you I’m worried about.”
“Oh?”
“One day I might like something so much I won’t stop you even though I should.”
