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As soon as he gets on the bed, Dream crawls up his legs, familiar blue-grey eyes staring up at him as swift fingers deftly undos the buttons on his pajama top.
Dale let's him, reaching up to reverently cradle his face, he really was about to kiss Dream, unless this was a prank and Dream was going to be pulling out a pan from under the bed.
But Dream just smiles at him, dark eyes twinkling as he pushes back the cotton shirt, Dale's tattoo catches his attention and his open expression darkens a bit, his hands pausing when they were about to touch the Alpha's bare body, toned muscles visible even in the dim space.
"Who's the tattoo for?" He asks carefully, a trace of vulnerability in his otherwise steady voice.
Dale doesn't take his hands from Dream's face, keeping eye contact. "Don't hit me but it's for you."
