5/21/2
Kylo's tired. Not sleepy, not too much, though his limbs feel heavy, and his mind blurry.
The kind of tired where he just wants to pull off his blacks and collapse.
He hears soft laughter from the far side of his suite. That's where it really hits Kylo that this is a dream. His mind has this labeled as 'his home' but it's not his rooms on the Supremacy nor is it their home on Lirium.
There aren't too many details, actually. Just a cracked door bleeding soft light into the dim room he's in right now, and the soft, wet sounds of kissing, interspersed with soft laughs and gentle words.
Home. Home is on the other side of that door, and he's moving toward it, so whatever is in this area around him is moot. Dream Kylo doesn't need details here. Just the feel of getting closer to the door.
His pets are home, and it sounds like they've gotten started without him.
He pushes the door all the way open, and is greeted by a sight that takes his breath away. The room is bright, warm golds and pinks, sunrise, the way he thinks sunrise is supposed to look, and in the center of it is the sofa with Jon and Rey on it.
They're naked, golden, so fucking beautiful it hurts.
His pets.
His beautiful loves.
Jon's lounging back against the sofa, and she's on her knees between his legs, cupping her hand behind his neck as they kiss.
It's a good kiss. Wet, deep, soft pink lips slipping over each other, little glimpses of wet tongue licking shiver inducing patterns upon each other.
He's dead still, standing in the doorway, watching.
Rey breaks the kiss, looking to him, and Jon turns to him, too. They're both grinning.
"Decided to join the fun," Jon starts.
"Finally," Rey finishes, gesturing to him.
Kylo licks his lips. He undoes the collar on his blacks, and begins to unfasten his belt. But with each move he just feels heavy. Tired of limb if not mind.
"Fuck."
"Love?" Jon asks.
"Opal?" Rey calls him.
He's so tired he can barely push himself away from the doorway he's leaning against. Just the idea of it seems like too much effort. "Just tired. Not sure how much fun I'll be tonight."
"Oh…" Rey's pouting at him.
Jon gets up, leaving Rey kneeling on the bed, looking up at him, hopefully. He crosses the room, gives Kylo a quick, dry kiss on the cheek, before pulling a chair over, and leading him to it. "Sit, rest, get comfortable. Enjoy the show. Then we'll tuck you in for a good long cuddle and sleep."
That sounds stupidly good to Kylo. He sinks bonelessly into the chair.
It's a dream. He just knows it. Nothing is ever this… good… in the real world. He adores real world Rey and Jon beyond all reason, but the rational, somewhat awake part of his brain knows that they just aren't this… this.
They don't literally glow golden in soft pinky-gold light. They just, don't.
But right now, they do. Jon especially is so warm. All yellows and golds and blushed sunshine. And Rey's succulent, juicy pinky-peaches, and flushed roses, and… And… flushed skin, and gold hair, and dark brown hair, cast almost black in this light, and pink, wet lips, and pink, hard nipples, and pink…pink… glistening… wet… pink…
Slow kissing. Jon's mouth all over Rey, in deep, wet, sucking kisses. His tongue on her skin in long wet strokes. His hand cupping her breast as his lips caress her nipples, and so much fucking sex.
Kylo's skin feels hot, heavy. Languid, like everything is shot through with a hazy wet heat, settling into skin and joints and his shaft. It's filled with that same golden heat, feeling constrained in his trousers.
Wanting… He wants right now, watching them cuddle and pet.
Wanting to leap in and join the fun. Wanting to… Gods… What? Rey's kneeling in front of Jon right now, and his hand is in her hair, lips against her head, murmuring something, as she gently slicks back the cap of his shaft, and now it's her, soft, wet, pink tongue on his wet, pink tip.
His hand is on his thigh and he's biting his lip… It's…
Gods… He's panting lightly as he watches her pull Jon's shaft between her lips, and Jon groans. His head is back, his hand fisted in Rey's hair, his hips are still, not looking to gag her or force her down on him.
Jon's stroking her face as she sucks him. He's touching her lips, and saying… The words don't matter. They might not even exist beyond his brain filling in the idea that Jon's talking to Rey.
Then the words do matter. Jon's talking to him. Looking at him. "She's gorgeous like this, isn't she? Her lips wrapped around me."
Kylo groans. "Yes."
"She feels even better than she looks." Jon's hips flex a little, slipping just a bit deeper inside Rey's mouth, as he strokes her face, smiling down at her. "You like doing it, beautiful? Sucking my—" she pulls him deeper and his voice jumps an octave on the next word, "cock!" before slurring into a low groan.
She pulls back, shifting so she can face Kylo, the tip of Jon's cock on her tongue, and she meets Kylo's eyes with hers. She grins at him, kisses the tip of Jon, shifts again, facing Jon, and then cups his ass with her hand, pulling him closer, deeper, as Jon's eyes slide shut and he groans at the feel of it.
She's wiggling her hips at Kylo, and… He can see it. He could just get up, kneel behind her, slip his cock into her wet, swollen, pink pussy, and… the image of Rey between him and Jon floods through his mind, making him harder, hotter, wanting.
But he's so tired.
Getting up feel impossible.
Touch yourself then. Her voice in his head. Enjoy it with us.
He groans at that. His hand lands on his shaft. Naked. He's naked now, stroking, desperate, but slow. So slow. His arm feels like it weighs a million pounds. Dreaming. He suddenly gets it. He's asleep; his body is doing nothing right now, but his brain…
Oh, Force, his brain!
"Watch me," he says.
Rey pulls back from Jon, kneeling up to kiss him, and then gives him a little tug, so he's further down, in the curve of the sofa, and a little shove so he's on his back. As Kylo takes his cock in hand, she's staring at him, and at Jon, and back to him.
Jon's watching him, too. Eyes warm, body hot, his gaze is laser focused on Kylo's shaft. Jon licks his lips, and Kylo's very aware that Jon'd just as happily have him in his lap as Rey.
"Same time?" Rey asks, and Kylo nods. Jon's focus shifts to Rey as she starts a slow easy slide down Jon's shaft. Kylo pulls his fist down his own shaft.
Kylo and Jon groan at the same time. Jon gets his brain back, first. Rey's fully settled in his lap, and he's kissing her, wet and open, as she slips up and down on him, and Kylo watches, matching his strokes to her. After a few strokes, Jon looks to him, and says, "Once you've had a good long nap, how about we do this together?" He kisses Rey again, his hand on her face, his lips to hers, as he says, "How about it, beautiful, you want both of us at the same time? Fill you all the way up?"
Kylo's whole body twitches at that idea. He can see it, and for a second the dream almost shifts to the image of him on the sofa with Jon, pelvis to pelvis, legs tangled, Rey riding them together but the the dream snaps back, sharp focus, to him in the chair, and Rey and Jon on the sofa, and…
Rey's moving on Jon's shaft, and… It's so… fucking gorgeous. All wet and slick and pink and sex… So much sex.
His hand moves a bit faster on his shaft, matching their pace.
She sinks down on Jon, eyes half lidded, lips a soft o of delight, and then begins a slow up…
And stops.
And there's a moment where Rey looks startled. And then she's looking around, first at Jon, with surprise, and then at Kylo, and then…
He feels it flush through him in a wave of insane excitement, blurred over with shame, and a tinge of fear. Fear growing strong and sharp and sick making, as Rey looks down at Jon, shocked. Fear tearing through everything else, curdling his stomach. He's stock still, hand on his shaft, mouth hanging open, terrified that he just fucked, literally, everything sideways, because Rey, real Rey, sleeping next to him Rey, just fell into his dream of her fucking their best friend and he's wanking to it.
And then Rey smiles at him. Real Rey. Rey who is sleeping next to him and apparently got pulled into this dream, and she's grinning at him and, then glancing back to Jon who is… Thank the Force, not real, and she starts to glide up and down him and Kylo doesn't know if he needs to spurt now, or curl into a little ball and die of shame.
They're still golden and perfect and Rey's making all of his favorite noises, and she's having a really good time and his body is on fire he's so turned on. He can feel his blood pulsing in his ears, his shaft, his body too tight with too much… everything… right now.
She's showing off for him. She's… riding Jon, and letting him watch. Because he likes it. Because he wants to watch. Because…
Jon's stroking her thighs, her back and buttocks. He leans up and whispers in her ear, then she slips off of him, and turns around, so she's facing Kylo, and Jon's sitting behind her, pulling her to him, as he slides on in, slow and sweet, his legs holding Rey's apart, so Kylo can watch everything as he fucks her.
He feels like he's going to die. Like his heart is beating so fast it can't keep this up, like is body is so filled with pleasure he can't take it. It's so…
Rey's grinding on Jon, and he's kissing her shoulders and neck. His hands are on her breasts, thumbs rubbing over her nipples. Her fingers slip down to her maomao, and begin a fast, tight circle on her pearl.
He's leaking. He can feel the slow drip, and how his hand glides more easily with it.
"Watch me," Rey says, and he couldn't look away if his life depended on it.
Rey's back arches and her hips move faster. He can see the tension in her legs, and the way she's flushing from cheeks to boobs, and Jon looks up, his lips on her shoulder, his hands on Rey's hips, his eyes on Kylo, and as soon as she begins to make that soft, high pitched ungh… Her spurt cry, Kylo's gone, body thrilling, he's spurting over his hand, onto his leg and the chair and doesn't care at all because he feels so fucking good.
And then he's in bed, naked, blinking his eyes awake, under sheets… wet sheets.
Rey's next to him. She shudders, a soft, sleep-dampened moan easing from her lips, and then she's back to dreamless sleep.
Kylo's heart is pounding, his skin is slick with sweat, and… "Shit," he mutters it quietly. Not just sweat. Force, he doesn't even remember the last time a dream took him over the edge. Years ago. Before Rey. Before Supreme Leader…
Before he stopped wearing pajamas.
Now he's got a mess he doesn't want to think about and a mostly sleeping woman who's going to cuddle into him any moment now, and while she may have slept mostly through the dream, she's not about to miss the big wet patch on his belly, and…
"Fuck." He mouths it, laying on his back, staring at the ceiling, no idea what to do about this.
The ceiling that isn't black.
Shit! He's not in the bed he normally shares with Rey, either of them.
On the upside, the Kress will likely consider multiple stains of his DNA all over as a sign of… Virility or something. Proof he wasn't kidding about only being into his wife.
He thought.
Right?
"Shit."
"Mmmm?" And Rey does what she always does when she senses he's not sleeping all that well, she snuggles up close, wrapping around him, her hand landing right into the wet, slick spot on his belly, and now she's fully awake. "Kylo?"
And confused.
He gets hit with a wave of embarrassment. This time it's not his.
"I guess you remember that dream, too?"
She burrows her face against his neck, and he can feel her blushing. "I… Shit… Sorry?"
He kisses the top of her head, and then nudges her so that she's lip to lip with him. "I'm pretty sure it started in my head, so nothing for you to be sorry for."
More confusion. She slips back a little to look at him. "Yours first?"
"I think so. I… felt when you joined the party." Though, if it had been her dream first… That'd be… better, right?
Her eyebrows are high. And he can feel a bit of relief on her part. "Oh."
"Yeah."
They lay there next to each other. Then Rey wriggles against him a bit, her belly slipping against his. "I liked it, too."
He nods, understanding what she's doing. "Uh… good?"
"Maybe?"
Because they don't know.