small arms shook from trying to push back.
"You've gotten bolder over the years," Dream whispered, half in exasperation, half in admiration.
"Not that you mind, right? You look so adorable when you're flustered," Kind said, his voice soft but teasing.
Dream tried to wriggle, muttering complaints about being too small to resist, while Kind held him firmly. The closeness was intoxicating, their shared warmth overwhelming.
"You're so light," Kind murmured again, holding him close, "I just want to see if you like this position."
Dream's protests were weak, his body too relaxed from sleepiness and affection. Despite his struggles, he couldn't deny the thrill of being held tightly, pressed close, and doted upon.
Kind's hands and arms ensured Dream was secure, but always gentle. The night stretched on, filled with whispers, playful teasing, and tender gestures that left Dream both breathless and comforted.
Even as hours passed, Kind continued to hold Dream close, brushing damp hair from his forehead and murmuring softly.
"I've been looking after you all night," he whispered, voice gentle yet teasing. "You need to rest, my love."
Dream groaned faintly, tired and overwhelmed by both affection and the playful intensity of his husband's attention. "I'm exhausted… I don't want to move anymore," he muttered, still clinging weakly to Dream arms.
Kind smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "I know. That's why I'm here."
Kind love for healthy tonics and herbs.
"For vitality," Kind replied, teasing.
Dream blinked, half in disbelief and half amused. Kind caring attention never wavered, and yet it always seemed overwhelming. Three years of enduring this constant, loving, and playful energy had left Dream simultaneously exasperated and comforted.
"You're too energetic…" Dream muttered, finally surrendering to the warmth. "I don't have the strength to resist."
"That's okay," Kind whispered, holding him tighter. "You're perfect just the way you are."
Despite the teasing and the playful persistence, there was nothing threatening, nothing hurtful only gentle care and affectionate intimacy. Dream's small struggles faded into quiet acceptance, the closeness between them forming a cocoon of warmth and love.
Hours drifted by, filled with soft whispers, laughter, and gentle caresses. Every motion, every playful glance, every soft touch reminded them of the bond they shared the trust, the comfort, and the love that had grown stronger year by year.
At last, Dream rested fully against Kind's chest, breathing slowly, completely at ease. Manah's hands continued to soothe his back and hair as they drifted toward sleep together. In the quiet night, nothing else existed but the warmth of shared bodies, the gentle rhythm of breaths, and the enduring love they had cultivated over time.
And in that moment, they both knew: they would continue to face life together, side by side, in trust, love, and devotion.