👀 ohohoho...dreamnap + 11 for the kiss prompts?
titan my beloved <3 just for you! also please listen to the song.. it's my absolute favourite of all time!!
“What song is this?” Dream blinks, galaxies and half-thought video ideas spinning away from his eyes as he focuses on Sapnap at the foot of his bed. He’s wearing a Dream hoodie, one of Dream’s Dream hoodies, and he looks suitably ruffled, like he’s just woken up from a nap himself. The peaks of auburn hair and sleep crinkles by his eyes give him away.
“Uh,” Dream’s voice feels like pebbles scratching at his throat as he casts a glance at his phone screen, “Saturn by Sleeping at Last.”
“You’ve been looping it for like an hour now,” Sapnap comes forward, settles into the space at Dream’s side that’s laid carved out for him, “It’s a nice song.”
“It makes me think,” Dream gives as a response as his eyes fall shut again, nose turning to fall into the waves of Sapnap’s hair. He smells like clean cotton, lavender, and home and it brings a smile to Dream’s lips.
“Whatcha thinking about?” Sapnap’s lips brush his throat as he speaks. The thoughts in his head stutter.
“Everything. You, me, George. Our future, our past.”
“That song makes you think that much?”
“I think it was written for people who think,” Dream confesses, “All of their music is.” They lay silently; Sapnap’s hands have begun to trace patterns across Dream’s chest. Dream knows he could say more – there’s eighty-nine things that have been on his mind lately and Sapnap is the subject of eighty of them. He could take this time, amongst violins and mental images of planets and the starry night sky to tell him.
He doesn’t have to. Sapnap just knows.
Dream feels when Sapnap’s lips brush the corner of his mouth, and he has half a mind to make a joke about their socks still being on. He doesn’t. Instead he smiles warmly, and presses a kiss back. It’s a bit warmer, a bit more solidly on the lips, but still soft.
The song restarts, Dream can feel himself relax into the sheets at the swell of violin and the thump of bass.
“Stay here tonight.” It’s a wish, not a question. Sapnap nods, eyes closing as he leans firmly into the crook of Dream’s neck.
“Always.”