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George was known for his pretty laid back personality, the “chill” guy of the group who was evidently bad at expressing his emotions despite the huge heart that he possessed. He was the type of person that would shy away from affectionate words and touches, his pale cheeks immediately shading a beautiful flush giving away his embarrassment. In public, he was reserved, valuing his personal space a little more than the next person and even friends from outside his tight-knit closed circle would find themselves hesitant to invade his personal bubble.
In private, however, George was clingy, personal space non-existent, a complete opposite of his outside personality. In the safety of their shared house, George would initiate cuddles and hugs and would oftentimes seek the warm touch of his bestest friends. He was like a cautious stray cat in public but a domesticated one in the privacy of their home. It came as a shock to the two boys when he first moved in.
George would always seek for Dream or Sapnap whenever he had time to spare. He would barge in the youngest’s room, plop himself beside said man before beginning his mindless scrolling through tiktok, his arm pressed against the other. During movie nights, he would burrow himself flush against Dream’s side until the other would take the hint and wrap his arms around George’s shoulder in a proper cuddle. It was a surprise, for sure, but both boys quickly got used to it.
A few months after George moved in, when his relationship with Dream evolved from friendship to a romantic relationship, Dream began to take the blunt of George’s clinginess. When the blonde had a video to edit, George would be curled up on his lap, napping or on his phone. When Dream was driving them somewhere, his one hand had to be on George’s thigh or holding smaller hands. Otherwise, he would get himself a pouting, bratty brunette. The younger had even gotten used to navigating around the kitchen with George clinging to him like a koala bear to its tree as he cooked.
Dream relished George's clinginess, found it endearing and adorable. He had gone years without the other's touch and now that he is constantly rained by it, he couldn’t be happier. He quickly got used to it, adjusted to accommodate his clingy little boyfriend. It was a perfect little thing they had going.
Now, however, with the filming of ‘Everest’ music video, the pair were forced apart. They would gravitate towards each other between takes but with a camera vlogging the entire thing, they had to maintain a friendly distance from each other. Neither were liking it so far, having to consciously keep their hands away from each other and their touches kept at a minimum.
The filming itself was stressful enough for Dream but having to be constantly conscious of his actions for so long was getting a little taxing. By the end of day one, Dream felt drained. George wasn't faring any better, already snarky since mid afternoon. At dinner, George was pouty and by the time they retired to their respective bedrooms, he was glaring at anything and everything.
The staff steered clear of the Brit, leaving him to his devices. Dream wanted nothing more than to pull the smaller in his arms, knowing that a single hug would alleviate his irritable mood, a little peck on his lips would give him a dazzling smile, and raining kisses down the other's cheeks and neck would brighten the room with his giggles… but he simply can't. Instead, he watches from afar, squeezing George's hand assuringly when no one is looking and nudging him playfully when the chance presents itself.
Evening came and George was quick to retreat to his room, looking back to Dream inconspicuously before sprinting upstairs. The blonde had a harder time excusing himself as the director still had a bunch of ideas he was running through with him before tomorrow's shoot and by the time he managed to escape, it had been nearly an hour since George retired to his room.
Ensuring that there was no one around to see, Dream snuck into George's room without so much of a knock, knowing full well that the Brit was expecting him. The unlocked door told him so. That, and George immediately throwing himself unto the blonde before the door even shut closed. Dream's quick reflex had him wrapping an arm around lithe waist as George's legs and arms wrapped around the taller’s hips and neck. The vise-like grip the brunette had on him caused an amused chuckle to escape Dream's lips as he turned back to the door to lock it.
“Missed you.” came George's muffled declaration, his face tucked on the crook of Dream's neck.
“Aww, darling. I missed you, too. So fucking much.” the other replied before adding, “Let me see you, doll.” Dream's only free hand moves up to cup George's cheeks to pull him out of his hiding.
Finding a pouty brunette caused another chuckle from Dream, unable to resist the urge of capturing said lips. Three little pecks later and George burrowed himself back into Dream's neck, clinging tighter. The blonde smiled to himself, adjusting his hold on the smaller before making his way to George's bed- or rather, their bed for the night. He made a move to carefully lay the other on the soft sheets but George just refused to let go.
“Baby, at least let me take off my clothes.” he says with a chuckle which eventually morphed into a full laugh when George's hold only tightened even further.
“No! Wanna cuddle.” came the Brit’s whined complaint.
“I know, love, but I still have dirty clothes on and you know I get too hot in my sleep to have them on while I do.” Dream tried to reason, patting George's bum… which he now realized were bare of clothing. If he had to guess, George probably only had one of the taller’s oversized hoodies and nothing else underneath. The thought had Dream inhaling a long breath, his nether regions twitching with interest.
“Fine.” George grumbled petulantly, even going as far as crossing his arms as he laid grumpily on the bed. The blonde only chuckled, quickly stripping himself down to his boxers before crawling on top of his still petulant brunette.
“I'm here now, darling.” Dream says as he nuzzles on George's neck. The other only huffed, pushing Dream beside him so he laid on his back. George then straddled Dream's hips, doing quick work on removing the only remaining clothing he had on and carelessly throwing the fabric.
Dream barely had the time to admire his naked lover before he was deprived of the sight when George leaned in to kiss him. He can’t exactly complain, not when soft lips molded against his own perfectly, tongues lazily joining the languid movements of their lips. They were both running on the last of their fuels after their taxing day so neither had much energy left to give. Their kiss didn’t last very long as expected, the pair breaking apart after a few longing pecks.
George found his place on Dream’s chest, curling on top as strong arms wrapped securely around him. Silence took over the room then, both basking in each other’s presence. Dream was already falling asleep, his breath evening as his body relaxes. It was subtle at first, George moving ever so slightly to get himself comfortable on top of the blonde. He settles for a bit before rearranging himself once again. This repeats a few times, the brunette evidently growing frustrated.
“Baby, what’s-” the blonde begins, unable to ignore his partner’s incessant moving, only to be cut off before he could even finish his question.
“Dream, you’re not close enough. Need you closer.” George whined, looking up to meet confused greens.
“I’m afraid this is as physically close as we can be, darling.” Dream replied, his amusement evident from his smile.
“Closer!” George petulantly demands, sitting himself up and pawing at Dream’s boxers, ineffectively trying to get rid of the offending fabric.
“Baby, as much as I would love to fuck you, I just don’t think I can tonight, doll. It’s been a long day and we need to be up early tomorrow so-” Dream tried to reason, only to be cut off once more.
“Don’t care. Off!” He demands once more. Dream sighs as he helps George remove the last barrier that stood between their two bodies, tossing it aside uncaringly once he managed to get it off. George wasn't helpful, refusing to move away from his blonde lover for more than a few seconds.
“Georgie, we’re both too spent for this. We shouldn’t-” again, he was cut off.
“Just want you inside, Dreamie. No fucking… Just let me cock warm you.” George pleads, sounding desperate now with tears lining his waterline.
“Okay, doll. There’s no need to cry. I've got you.” Dream assured, wiping away the tears before they could even fall and leaving butterfly kisses on their supposed trail. Nothing upsets him more than seeing his Georgie in tears. “Let’s get you prepped, darling. Hm?” Dream’s suggestion came with rains of loving kisses down George’s cheeks and neck, emitting a giggle from the smaller just as he had expected.
“‘m already prepped.” George muttered, smiling softly down on the blonde who paused his kisses.
“Uh uh. My dick isn’t going anywhere near your little butt until I’ve prepped you.” Dream tuts, making a show of how serious he was by setting a distance between him and George and oh boy, did the Brit not like that at all.
“I am prepped!” George whined, grabbing one of Dream's hands and guiding it down until the taller’s fingertips nudged the little surprise he had prepared beforehand. George's trusty blue heart shaped butt plug was perfectly nestled between perky cheeks. Dream groaned at the touch, his sleeping cock growing hard in interest.
“You know this is hardly enough prep for me, darling.” Dream commented, getting hold of the gemmed base of the plug and teasingly pulling it out before plunging it back in. George whines at the motion, lazily grinding down on Dream's thighs for some friction. “... But it saved us a little bit of time.” the blonde added with a pleased hum.
Dream then reached for the lube he had kept on the bedside drawer, quickly coating three of his fingers. As he warmed the cold liquid on one hand, he pulled the plug with the other, listening to the slicked sound of the little toy popping out.
“Hurry, Dreamie.” George whines, shaking his butt in the air to urge the blonde. He doesn't appreciate the sudden empty feeling. Dream only chuckles, laying the plug on the bed beside them in case he needed it later on. He then began the process of stretching the other, sinking one finger easily into George's eager hole. The second was welcomed just as eagerly, the excess lube from George's earlier prep speeding up the process.
The smaller only felt the slight discomfort of being stretched when the third finger nudged its way in. He whines at the feeling, earning a gentle kiss on the crown of his head and a mumbled assurance from the blonde. Dream took a little more time working his fingers in and out of the other, occasionally spreading and curling to further stretch out his lover. By the time George was deemed ready, he was reduced to a whining and whimpering mess, his cock leaking copious amounts of pre cum between their pressed bodies. Dream was not faring any better, his own member twitching for attention, dripping just as much precum as the smaller.
“Alright, baby. That should be enough prep. Do you want to do the work of getting me in?” Dream basically cooed, seeing his blissed out brunette. Albeit taking a little while to respond, George eventually nods his head, trying to push himself to sit upright as Dream pulls his fingers out. George seemed to struggle with the process, looking like the action of pushing himself upright took every last bit of energy he had left.
“Dr’m…” he whines, barely getting himself to sit as he leaned his entire weight on the hands he had anchored on the blonde's chest.
“It's okay. You're doing so good for me, baby. Just a little more and then you can get your sleep.” Dream assured, quickly coating his cock with the excess lube from his fingers. With one hand at the base and the other guiding his lover, the tip of Dream's member finally finds George's slicked entrance. The brunette whimpered out a sigh as he slowly sank down on Dream's length, inch by delicious inch. The blonde hummed, closing his eyes blissfully at the feeling of the tight warmth surrounding his hardness.
There was no rush in their movements, both savouring the feeling of being closer to each other. Eventually taking all of Dream's length, George sighs, finally satisfied. The pair had no intentions of taking things a little further so with a pleased hum, George sank back into Dream's welcoming arms, face tucking on the side of the taller’s neck.
“Sleep now, darling.” Dream urged, leaving a soft kiss on George's forehead
“Mm…wuv you.” came George's sleepy reply. The blonde chuckles at the sheer adorableness, unable to help himself with another gentle kiss.
“I love you more, baby.” Dream whispered in response but by then, George had long drifted to dreamland with the other following soon after.
***
Dream woke up to an incessant alarm on his phone, the sound disturbing the sleeping Brit on his chest who whines his complaint. Dream quickly reached for his phone, swiping to shut off the noise as bleary eyes squinted to see what time it was. Surely it was too early for anyone to be awake.
Alas, it was already 7:30 in the morning, meaning he had roughly two hours and a half before Yung Gravy’s arrival. As much as he would love to sleep some more, they had preparations to attend to before then and so reluctantly, he had to leave the warmth of George and their bed to instead begin his day.
Looking down on George, who was once again asleep, Dream had thoughts of just foregoing the preparations. Surely his team can handle whatever they need to get ready… but at the same time, his brain would likely not be at ease until he was certain that everything was in order. With a resigned sigh, Dream leaned down to kiss his lover before trying to extract himself without waking the Brit up.
He was quick to realize that it was highly unlikely to do so, not with his cock still inside the other. Now aware of his predicament, Dream can feel himself twitch, his morning wood begging for attention. The still sleeping brunette sighs at the slight stimulation, unconsciously grinding down as if seeking for more.
Dream was in a whole different predicament then. It was taking all of his willpower to keep himself from thrusting up into George's warmth and the other wasn't exactly making it any easier for him. With every twitch of his deprived dick, George clenches around him in response, occasionally grinding down all while still blissfully asleep.
“Fuck, you gotta wake up, baby.” Dream cursed, his hands somehow finding themselves on plump cheeks. George's only response was to sink himself deeper into Dream's embrace, grumbling incoherent words before settling back into slumber.
“Shit, George. Please... Wake up, darling.” Dream pleads, leaning down to kiss George awake.
“Mm, no... ‘ve me alone.” the other grumbles.
“I need you, doll. You have to be awake so I can fuck you.” Dream tries again, his hips thrusting just slightly before locking in place through sheer willpower. “Please, baby. Wake up for me.”
“Jus’ do it.” George replied sleepily, blinking up to Dream. The Brit cranes his neck to leave a little peck on the blonde's lips before retreating back into his previous position. Dream knows he was once again asleep, his breath even and entire body relaxed.
“Fuck, the things you do to me, Georgie.” Dream whispered under his breath, still desperately trying not to move. On one hand, he feels like he would be taking advantage of his obliviously asleep brunette if he let his urges get the best of him. On the other hand, he technically had George's permission, not only from earlier but from a conversation they had a few weeks prior.
George had nonchalantly told him then that he didn't mind getting fucked while he was asleep, that if Dream ever woke up with those urges, he could use the smaller to relieve himself. That conversation was of course cut short, the matter of using the other's body at Dream's will leading to another round of sex. They hadn't revisited this conversation until now.
Dream groaned to himself, unable to decide on what to do. He can technically get up to relieve himself in the bathroom, it was the right thing to do, he believes. Unfortunately, the option was robbed off him before he could even act on it when George grinds down once again, clenching as he takes whatever length had slipped out in their sleep. Throwing caution to the wind, Dream thrusts up to get deeper, earning a pleased moan from the smaller.
That was all it took for him to snap. He sets a steady rhythm, thrusting up into the sleeping brunette, his hands using its hold on plump cheeks to aid his movements. George lets out little moans and whines but otherwise stays asleep which only turns Dream on even further. He tried to keep his movements slow so as to keep his lover asleep. The least he could do was not disturb the other’s precious sleep but the sentiment was quickly forgotten when he felt the pool of precum that George had let out between their pressed stomachs. With the precum acting as lube, George’s little movements increased as his sleep-induced brain seeks pleasure.
With an umpteenth groan, the blonde moves more vigorously, aiming to get himself off as quickly as he can. He was running late as it is with this little disruption in his plans anyway and although it's not exactly unwelcomed, the delay could still affect later’s shoot. The sudden change in his pace roused the brunette from his sleep with George waking up in a gasp, a particularly deep thrust causing him to whine as he took in what was happening.
“Dr’m?” George questioned, moaning when Dream’s movements stuttered before getting rougher.
“I’m sorry, doll. I’ll be done in just a - fuck - just a bit more, baby.” the blonde groaned out, making George whine in response. He lays plaint once more, allowing Dream to use him like a glorified sex toy. “Shit, you feel so fucking good… so warm and tight.”
“F’r you.” the other babbled out, still a rather sleepy state.
“Yeah? Being such a pretty cock sleeve for me?” George whimpers this time, nodding his head in agreement as he leaks precum like a broken faucet. Of course, Dream notices and points it out, “And so much precum, too. Is this all for me, darling?” Another nod as George pushes himself up to get in a better position to ride the blonde, his shaking arms barely keeping him upright. The deeper angle caused a synchronized moan from the pair, their orgasm creeping in on them.
“Inside!” George begged in a loud moan, completely uncaring of being heard. Dream quickly pulled the other back down to seal their lips, silencing George’s increasing noises. The blonde then took it upon himself to bring them their release, hips vigorously thrusting up into willing warmth.
The room was filled with erotic sounds of skin slapping skin, muffled moans and groans in between smacking of lips. The closer they get to the edge, the less coordinated their kiss becomes until they are merely panting into each other's parted lips. George whines his warning of orgasm, a matching groan coming from the blonde, reaching the peak in near synchronization. George paints their stomachs white with a final moan as Dream spills inside of him, filling the smaller up until he feels them leaking in between the blonde's softening member. George whines at the loss.
“Plug? Please?” George pleads, still panting from his release.
“Just a second, darling. Lemme- lemme just catch my breath.” Dream consoles, breathing heavily himself. George allows the blonde exactly three seconds before he whines the other's name in complaint. He was feeling the loss of even more of Dream's cum spilling out of him. Resigned, the taller blindly reached for the discarded plug from the night prior, thanking his past self for deciding to keep the little toy at a reaching distance.
Toy in hand, Dream slowly pulls his soft member out, feeling some of his cum dripping on his skin. George whines his complaints once more. “Shh, it's alright, doll. I got you.” Dream consoles, pacifying the other by scooping the spilled cum and pushing it back inside before finally locking it in with the plug. Only then did George sigh in satisfaction, nuzzling Dream's chest in a silent thank you. The blonde reciprocates with a kiss on soft fluff before sighing in dismay.
“I really need to go, baby.” he says with a frown. He would love nothing more than to cuddle back to sleep but he sees his phone lighting up from notifications after notifications of messages. George sees this too so with a pout, he nods in understanding. “Get a little more sleep, doll. You got time before you're needed downstairs.”
With a kiss on the other's forehead, Dream untangles their limbs and gets up to quickly shower and dress. By the time he was finished, George is back asleep. He leaves with a final peck on soft lips, whispering his ‘I love you’ with a love-struck smile before walking out of their room with a little bounce in each step.
***
Dream's eyes immediately shift to his brunette lover as soon as he enters the room. The staff in front of him continues to blabber about a certain scene they would be filming as Dream discreetly eyes George. The Brit smiles shyly at the other, waving a cute hello as he makes his way to the couch, sitting on the end flushed to the wall.
Dream watched with a raised brow as George winced as he sat down, hips wiggling slightly in place as he reached for a blanket to cover his waist down. The smaller flushes under Dream's gaze, nibbling on his lower lips as he refuses to meet the other's eyes. Dream quickly excused himself, not caring that the staff was midway through her sentence, before walking towards the brunette.
“Hey, you okay?” Dream asked when he got close enough to the Brit.
“Y-yeah.” George stuttered out with reddened cheeks.
“Darling, did I hurt you this morning?” His whispered question was filled with worry as he sat beside the other. Dream was going over what happened this morning in his head to try and recall an instance in which George seemed like he was hurting or uncomfortable. He came up blank.
“No. I'm okay, Dreamie.” George whispered back, shyly looking around to see if anyone had been paying attention to their interaction. Dream had unconsciously reached for the other's hand and although Dream's back was probably taking up much of the view of any outsider, it was better to be safe. Noticing that everyone was going on in their own business, he settles on his seat, playing with Dream's long fingers.
“You winced when you sat down, baby. Don't bother denying what I'm sure I saw.” Dream's voice, although still whispered, was firm with each word, leaving no room for arguments. The blonde held his gaze, refusing to back down without answers. Knowing this, George resigned with a sigh.
“I-... I still have the plug.” George confessed, words barely audible. Dream took a moment to digest this new information, looking a mix of amusement and disbelief.
“So… you still have my cum-” two smaller hands quickly reached up to cover Dream's mouth, the Brit hushing him with reddening cheeks.
“Shut up, you idiot!” George hissed with wide eyes as he scans the room behind the blonde once more.
“Baby…” Dream teased with an annoyingly attractive smirk as his hand pulled George's own off his mouth. No longer of use, George took the opportunity to cover his face with them instead, whining to himself in embarrassment. Dream couldn't have that beauty covered, though, so George's hands were quickly pried away once again. Dream's much larger hands held on to his own pair, leaving George with nowhere to hide.
“Dream.” the smaller whined in a mixture of complaint and embarrassment.
“Are you missing me that much, love?” there was barely any tease in Dream's question. It was genuine and hopeful as curious viridians seek truthful answers from the Brit. George simply nods, still shy but wanting to be honest.
George deems the embarrassment worth it if it meant his blonde lover smiled the way he did now, prideful yet love-struck. He knew that Dream wanted nothing more than to lean in and kiss him but with their relationship hidden from the public, the other settled with rubbing his thumb across smaller hands.
“Just one more day, baby… then we'll have each other to ourselves.” Dream promised in a whisper, looking like he was telling himself the same thing. “Oh, and take that off and wash yourself. I don't want you getting sick.” He received an eyeroll and a pout.
***
Shooting scenes that day was somehow less tiresome than the day before. Dream was in a chirpier mood and George, despite his embarrassment, feels at ease even through their forced separation. Everyone else noticed the shift but no one dared to ask why the pair seemed to be in high spirits… everyone except Sapnap.
“What was pulled out of your asses today to get you two in such a good mood?” Nick asked after a particularly good take. Dream smirked, a crude answer already forming in his head. Somewhere along the lines of ‘more like pushed in his ass’ but he holds himself back, George's deadly glare stopping him from voicing his thoughts. As much as he wants to tease the shorter, he would rather not risk losing his privilege of sleeping in the same room as George tonight.
That in mind, Dream answers with good old “Nothing” before redirecting the topic, lowering the chances of him sleeping on the couch. Of course just when everything was going smoothly, one way or another, things would somehow go downhill… for Dream at least. One moment, George was all giggly, joking around and bantering with Sapnap and then the next, he was frowning, cranky and isolating himself in one corner.
The ‘Everest’ music video features a few amazing ladies who would be dancing around and having fun with the group. They were clad in skimpy little outfits and swimsuits and although Dream was nothing but respectful, a few scenes required him to have contact with one or more of them. George was not loving this.
One scene in particular had Dream nervously glancing at his boyfriend from behind the mask. He had to be pushed down to a couch with Amouranth climbing on his lap. Dream ensured the scene only took one take and aside from that, Dream tried his best to keep the touching to a minimum, making sure no lingering contact was made in between takes. When it was time for Yung Gravy to film his solo part of the song, Dream slithered to George's side, taking the opportunity to talk to him.
“Why are you here?” George asked with a huff and a bratty eyeroll.
“Baby…” Dream starts, his voice quiet. “Why are you so upset, love? We talked about this.”
“I didn't realize they would be so touchy,” came his grumpy response. Dream had to hold back an amused smile, finding George's jealousy endearing.
“It's only for the music video, Georgie. They're barely touching me as it is.” the blonde assured, bumping the other's shoulder in a desperate need for contact. At least it still looked ‘friendly’ to an outsider. He earned a huff of annoyance from the Brit and another of his infamous eyeroll. “Come on, baby. You know I'm yours.”
“Damn right, you are.” George grumbled to himself before sighing, forcing his entire frame to relax. “It's just a little frustrating that they can freely touch you like that when I can't.” he admitted softly, looking down on his feet dejectedly.
“Oh, darling. I wish we could, you know I do.” George only nodded, pouting as he stared at the tiled floor like it held the answers to all of the universe’s questions. Bravely, Dream reached for George's hand, squeezing in reassurance. “One day, my love.” he promised in a whisper.
Browns meet greens in a silent conversation, silent promises and reassurances. Finally, a smile makes its way to George's lips and another eyeroll was thrown at the blonde, lighthearted this time. “Get back in there, you idiot.”
***
The peace didn't last very long and in Dream's defense, it was not his fault. The scenes of Amouranth pushing him on the couch and Dream feeding her Feastable Chocolates were all part of the script, discussed prior to both Dream and Amouranth and as such, with George. The kiss on his mask, however, was not.
The plan was for that female extra to put on the flower lei on Dream. The last thing the blonde expected was to be pulled down as a kiss was planted on the front of his mask, right where the smile was at. Dream barely caught the cheeky wink as she pulled away, his eyes already finding his unamused brunette lover. Even Sapnap was eyeing the Brit cautiously.
Surprisingly, George doesn't say anything. His annoyance was quickly masked, pushing through the rest of the filming without saying anything to Dream. The blonde stuck to George's side the rest of the time despite being given the cold shoulder. At the end of the final day, Dream looked like a kicked puppy with his ears flat on its head and tail tucked between its legs.
He went through the motions of saying his thanks and goodbyes while George silently slipped away and up to his room. Dream threw a poorly-thought excuse of being too tired for the after party as he sent the last of the cast and staff out the door. Sapnap, who was going with the others to the party, was last to leave.
“Good luck with that, brother.” He offered an encouraging smile and a pat on Dream's back. The blonde only managed a half smile as Sapnap made his exit. Finally, Dream and George were alone in their rented mansion.
After a little pep talk with himself, Dream makes his way to their bedroom, knocking and reaching for the doorknob. He sighs in relief when he finds it unlocked. He's not sleeping on the couch tonight afterall.
“Baby? I'm coming in.” he announces, waiting a few seconds before walking in. Dream expected a cold shoulder, to be ignored as he tries to explain, to have to kiss the annoyance out of the Brit. What he didn't expect was for George to immediately get into his space, reaching down for the hem of Dream's hoodie before pulling it off of him. The white fabric was thrown carelessly to the floor with George already reaching for the taller’s belt.
“Woah. Easy, baby. What has gotten into you?” Dream asked as he was pulled out of his stupor. George had already worked the belt off Dream, his pants being the next target.
“Off, Dream!” George demanded, watching with eagle eyes as Dream slowly followed his order, unbuttoning his pants and sliding down the zipper. Wordlessly, George then marched to the bathroom, leaving a confused blonde behind.
Dream hears the telltale signs of George pulling off his own clothes in the bathroom, the fabric falling on the tiled floor with a barely there ‘thump’. Then he hears the shower running and Dream took that as his cue to strip off the rest of his clothes and follow his little brunette into the bathroom.
The room was filled with steam when he stepped in, the shadow of his lover seen through the fogged up glass. He stands idly near the sink, uncertain where to go from there. Surely George wanted to shower together. Why else would the Brit strip him off of his clothes and leave the bathroom door open? It was a blatant invitation, surely. And yet he was uncertain. His lover was evidently upset earlier.
“What are you standing there for, Dream? Get in here.” George decides for him. The blonde graciously accepted the invitation, slipping into the hot shower but standing at a distance from Greorge who had his back on the taller.
For a moment, they stood under the water in silence until George spun around, looking up at the blonde with a glare. Grumbling to himself, he pulled the blonde closer and under the shower until he was drenched. Once satisfied, George pushed him back before grabbing their shampoo, lathering it up in his hands before reaching for blonde locks in a tiptoe. Instinctively, Dream wraps an arm around the smaller to keep him from slipping.
“Stupid…. get rid… smells… idiot… touching… mine…” George mumbles with Dream only catching the bits and pieces of what he was saying under his breath. The Brit was on a mission, quickly lathering up the soap when he was done with Dream's hair. He soaps firm chest, up wide shoulders, and down thick arms. When George made a move to get down to reach Dream's legs, the blonde interrupted him, grabbing the bar from him.
“I got it from here, baby.” Dream announced, cleaning himself the rest of the way under George's strict supervision. When done, George nodded in approval as he pulled Dream back into the stream of water, reaching up once more to rinse Dream's hair. Again, thick arms found lithe waist but the other ignores it.
“Your turn, love.” Dream offered when he was free of suds. He waited for George to agree before repeating the same routine that the Brit went through. By the time they were both clean, the water had gone from hot to warm and Dream took that as a sign to get them out of the shower.
George silently followed Dream's lead, standing still as the blonde pat him dry and wrapped him in a towel. Only then did Dream worked on drying himself. As per their usual after-shower routine, Dream reached under the sink for the hair dryer. The blonde dried brown fluffs as George brushed his teeth.
Once George's hair is fairly dried and his teeth brushed, Dream would sit him on the counter before he would go over his own little routine. George would watch as Dream brushed his teeth, dry his hair, and put a bunch of stuff on his face. Concluding their routine, Dream would usually kiss the brunette before lifting him up and into the bedroom. With George's unspoken annoyance from earlier still unsettled, Dream approached cautiously.
“Baby? Are you still upset?” he asked as he settled between parted thighs. At the reminder, George pouted.
“Kiss.” he demanded. Dream obeys immediately, leaving a lingering peck at first before deepening the kiss once he noticed the unsatisfied Brit. Once they were panting, the blonde set a distance between them.
“I'm sorry. That was not part of the script at all. You know I wouldn't allow something like that to happen. This is why most of my scenes were with Amouranth. We know her. Maybe I shouldn't have let her-” Dream's rambling was cut off with a finger on his lips.
“Shh, it's not your fault. I don't blame you. Doesn't make me any less upset but I'm not upset with you.” George assured. He then added with pout, “Your mask has a lipstick mark.”
“I'll throw it out and have another one made. I wasn't going to keep it anyway. In fact, I'll throw it out right now.” Dream rushed out, moving to leave but was stopped by a smaller hand.
“No. Right now, I should be riding you. I should be reminding you that you're mine and no one else's.” George declared with a straight face. Dream was left flabbergasted at the blunt statement, nodding dumbly in agreement. “Go on then, take me to bed.” he added in command.
“Right… right, yes. Bed…” Dream trailed as he picked George off the counter and walking quickly to their bed. He gently laid the Brit on the soft mattress, discarding their towels before climbing after the other.
Before Dream could crawl all the way up George's body, a gentle hand keeps him down so he was eye level with George's interested member. “Suck.” he ordered with half lidded eyes. The blonde groaned silently, grinding down once on the soft sheets as he nuzzled George's hips. Growing impatient, George grabs hold of blonde locks to guide Dream towards his leaking cock.
The Brit’s moan of appreciation was loud as Dream's warm mouth engulfed George's tip, sucking as he licked at the slit. Taking the rest of the remaining length in, Dream groaned as the smaller hit the back of his throat. He began bobbing his head, licking and kissing all over George's weeping cock. This left the other moaning and whimpering, one hand kept on Dream's head while the other was grabbing the sheets underneath him.
“So good…. Daddy… So good…” George moans loudly, back arching into the air. By now, George was leaking copious amounts of precum as Dream eagerly drank what the other had to offer. Taking the next step, Dream pulls off the smaller’s cock with a pop, replacing his mouth with a hand, stroking him eagerly as he crawls up to capture parted lips. The taller badly needed to kiss George so he took matters into his own hands.
“Gotta prep you, doll.” he informs, already reaching for their trusty lube. George nods eagerly, legs spreading for the other. Prep went on in a blur of kisses with Dream stroking George's sensitive cock all while his fingers worked on stretching the other. In no time, the smaller had three thick fingers scissoring and curling inside, all without brushing his prostate the slightest.
Dream had memorized every tick, every pressure point, every pleasurable spot all over the Brit’s body. It was a conscious decision to leave George's prostate untouched and the other was whining his complaint. “Shh… be patient, baby.” Dream reprimanded as he crawled back down. He added, “I'm not done with you yet.”
He was leaning in so close to George's hardened length that every mumbled word caused his lips to brush against the sensitive flesh. George could only gasp and writhe on the sheets as he waited on bated breath. Finally, Dream's mouth found the Brit’s length, engulfing him to the hilt. George moaned out to the ceilings, his back arching a beautiful arc.
The double stimulation had George gasping in no time, uncertain if he wanted to plunge himself deeper into Dream's willing mouth or back into thick fingers working him in and out. A single brush on his sensitive prostate had George deciding on the latter, grinding down as he moaned, “Daddy!”
“Yeah? Like that, doll?” Dream panted out after releasing George's twitching member.
“Yes! Yes, I do! You know I do.” George gasped out as his prostate gets mercilessly massaged. Dream watched in fascination, eyes drifting between George's blissed out expression to the hole lewdly sucking in his fingers.
“God, you're so beautiful like this, George. Such a fucking mess for me.” Dream breathlessly comments as he continues his assault, fingers curling. The little action caused a huge reaction from the smaller, his entire body quaking, his hands reaching for the hand giving him pleasure as his legs closing around working wrists. Dream immediately seized his movements making George sob.
“No! I'm sorry! I'm sorry… I won't… I'm sorry, Dreamie. Please…” he sobbed, letting go of Dream's hands as his legs fell wide open.
“Hm, I don't know if I should…” the other teased, going as far as slowly pulling his fingers out.
“No, please! I'll be good! I'll be a good boy, daddy!” George sobbed out immediately, hole desperately clenching to keep thick fingers inside. The Brit repeatedly begs and apologises, tears spilling down reddened cheeks.
“Shh, I know you will, doll. Hush now. I'm just teasing you.” Dream cooed, leaning down to kiss George's tears. As an apology, Dream plunged back his fingers as the way in, watching as George's contorted face relaxed to give way to pleasure once more. “In fact, I think you deserved a reward. Don't you think so, baby?”
“R-reward?” The Brit deliriously questioned, his focus on the fingers now moving inside him once more.
“Yes. A reward, darling. Don't you want this instead?” Dream asked, guiding George's hand towards his neglected member. Brown eyes nearly sparkled at the idea, his hand closing around Dream's cock, spreading precum around the girth.
“Inside?” he asked, eyeing the veiny member, licking his lips as he watched a bead of precum leak out.
“I mean, you did mention wanting to ride me tonight.” Dream reminded.
“Yes. Ride you… Ride daddy.” George muttered to himself, nodding his head in agreement as they switched positions with Dream now laying on his back and George on top. “Pretty…all mine… all for me.” George babbles out as he stroked Dream's cock, already sidetracked from his supposed goal.
The blonde doesn't mind one bit, watching the other with amusement when George nuzzles his member like it was his prized possession. His precum smudges all over George's cheeks at every nuzzle, his face blissfully content despite the sticky situation. A little twitch in Dream's cock had his lover giggling, raining kisses down the length before suddenly taking it to the hilt.
“Jesus, baby. Easy.” Dream reprimanded when the sudden intrusion was met with a gag from the brunette. George seemed upset with his own gag reflex, his brows furrowing as he repeats his action, causing another choked gag. “Easy, love. Slow down for me.” Dream tries again, taking a fistful of brown locks to control the other's movements.
George was not happy about it but he does as he was asked, focusing his attention on lathering the thick cock with his saliva. Eventually, brown eyes peeked up in silent plea for permission as his mouth inch closer to Dream's glistening tip. “Slow.” the blonde reminded firmly as his hold on soft hair loosens.
George sucks the blunt head eagerly, his tongue swirling along the slit as he does so. Above him, Dream groans, his eyes never leaving the naughty brunette. When George gets too excited, too eager, and taking more than he can handle, Dream's hold would tighten once more. He would glare down in warning until the other would slow his movements. The cycle repeats a few times, hands tightening and loosening around brown fluff with an accompanied glare of warning each time.
Slowly, under strict supervision, George managed to deepthroat Dream's entire length, holding off from gagging around the girth. The blonde hums in pleasure and appreciation, slowly bobbing George's head with the hand still holding on to soft browns. The smaller shivers at being used, relaxing his throat as his hips unconsciously seeks friction against the sheets.
“Mm, fuck… that mouth was made to take cock, baby… made to take my cock.” Dream rambles, unable to tear his gaze away from his lover. George's eyes sparkle with unshed tears, mouth full and throat bulging at every thrust. “God, I'm gonna cum if you keep this up.” As he proclaimed his warning, Dream pulled off the dazed brunette off his length, watching as George licked off any leftover precum off his lips.
Dream took a couple of seconds to catch his breath, all while pulling George up for a brief kiss. The Brit nuzzles into Dream's neck, whining in anticipation as he feels the taller’s cock sliding perfectly between his cheeks. “Please?” George begs, whiny and desperate as his hips move to try and somehow get Dream in.
“Shh… I got you, doll.” Dream cooed, taking his aching length in his hand and guiding the blunt tip into George's fluttering hole. The other sighs blissfully, pushing back to slowly seat himself until every last inch was in. “Fuck… feels just as good everytime.”
George nods in agreement, the pair taking the time to savor being intimate again after a day's worth of being away from each other. It was only a matter of time, however, until their arousal demands for attention. For now, they catch their breath and listen to each other's hearts, beating nearly in harmony.
Eventually, George pushes himself upright, moaning as he feels Dream dig deeper in him. He starts with a slow, sensuous grind as Dream's large hands gravitate to his hips. It just lays there, touching but not holding, not controlling his movements in any way. Steadily, his desperation for more grew, his grinding no longer enough of a stimulation. Looking down, George sees Dream's furrowed brow, moaning under his breath as he stared down where they were connected into one. Dream's hips were locked in place, body stiff as he resisted the urge to thrust up into George's warm body.
Slowly, George lifts himself up on his knees, thighs shaking as Dream slowly slips out of him. He feels his walls cling onto the length, unwilling to let go just yet. He lifts himself up until only the tip was left inside, Dream's hold on his hips tightening to ensure George doesn't pull off any more. He sinks down just as slowly, moaning under his breath as he took Dream to the hilt once more. Underneath him, the blonde breathed out a curse.
He repeats his actions, pulling off Dream slowly and sinking back down. Steadily, he builds a rhythm, panting as he picks up speed. His hands find purchase on Dream's stomach, using it to stabilise himself to fully ride the taller. In no time, George was bouncing prettily on Dream's cock, the sounds of their skins slapping growing louder as they progressed.
“Ah, fuck….daddy…” George moaned out at a particularly deep thrust, head throwing back and spine arching like a bow. To Dream, the sight was ethereal. George's pink nipples were hardened in arousal, his stomach tensing and his cock bouncing with every thrust. His cheeks were flushed red, his mouth opened slightly to make way for his pleasured moans and breathless whines. George was gorgeous riding him, even as he messily slobbers precum all over his stomach, even as a thin sheen of sweat covers his body.
“Shit, you're so pretty, George.” Dream whispered in awe, causing George to look down. The sight punches the air out of his lungs, a gasp leaving his parted lips as his rhythm falters. Dream's eyes were wide as he looked up at George, looking as if he couldn't believe someone like him existed. His cheeks were flushed too, his mouth agape as if in disbelief. Dream looked at George like he was a miracle, a being worthy of worship.
“Oh, Dream.” George rasped out, clenching around the other as he feels a shiver run down his spine. He liked the way Dream looked at him, liked the attention he was given. The other's hands began caressing his skin as his eyes hungrily rakes his entirety. George felt so seen, so pretty, so loved.
With newfound determination, George resumes his movements, deeper this time and rapidly building speed. He moans into the air, accentuating his arch by moving his hands behind him, laying them on Dream's thick thighs. George gets louder, filthy noises leaving his lips for all the world to hear. He was gladly putting on a show for his lover, his thoughts along the line of, ‘Yes, watch me. Look at me…only me.’
Dream thought that George couldn't get any more attractive, that surely the ethereal beauty before him was already at its peak. He was wrong. George transcended that and more, as he bounced on Dream's cock like he was made to do so, crying into the heavens as he took his pleasure, tears rolling down flushed cheeks, and face scrunched in absolute bliss. He transcended beauty in itself. And when viridian eyes flickered down, finding George's stomach bulging at every thrust… Dream was done for.
“Fuck.” he cursed under his breath as large hands found their place on wide hips, using it as leverage to thrust up into the smaller. George falters above him, moaning at the sudden influx of pleasure.
“Dream what-” George gasped out, quickly cut off with his own loud moan as Dream shifts ever so slightly, perfectly jabbing his prostate head on. “Oh, daddy.” he whines, barely moving as it is with Dream taking over.
“You're so tiny, baby... barely able to take me.” the blonde comments, his thumb tracing the protruding skin that disappears and reappears at every thrust. Only then did George realize what had gotten his lover so riled up.
“Mm, not tiny… you're just big, Dreamie.” George declared, adding fuel to the fire. The Brit watches with twinkling eyes as the blonde unravels below him, thrusting harder into slopping hole. “So big, daddy… so deep in me.”
“Yeah? You like that, doll? Like me this deep inside you?... Fuck, you're sucking me in, baby. So hungry for my cock, aren't you?” Dream grunts out, watching George moan out as his hand slides down to cup his bulging lower stomach.
“You're gonna get me pregnant, Dream.” George whines as he stared at the proof of just how deep Dream was inside him.
“Jesus, baby.” The blonde gasped, thrusts growing erratic. He fucks George harder, aiming for that sweet spot that has the smaller moaning whorishly.
“Wanna cum, daddy…” Beyond this point, the Brit became a babbling mess, moaning incoherent words with only Dream's name and ‘daddy’ being recognizable.
“Look at you, doll… So pretty.” George was too out of it to really listen but Dream continued either way. “To think you'd get jealous of those nobodies... They can't compare to you, baby. Nobody can.”
George quivers as his moans morphed into sobs, his pleasure overwhelming him. The lewd sounds of their lovemaking was echoing in the room, the skin of Dream's hips hitting George's supple cheeks with each thrust, the squelching at every slide of Dream's cock, the pornographic sounds leaving George's permanently parted lips, and the low grunts and moans from Dream's own. The blonde continues his aimed thrusts, fucking the smaller with the last of his energy. They were both reaching their ends, bodies tightening as they prepared for probably the best orgasm of their life… although every orgasm with each other was the best.
“Let go, baby. Cum for me.” Dream commanded, eyes peeled as he prepared for the finale of George's spectacular show. It took three more particularly aimed thrusts for the Brit to cum untouched, cock pathetically splattering warm cum on the blonde's stomach.
Dream watched in awe as his lover fell apart, a final choked moan into the air as he threw his head back. Despite the obscured view, Dream was certain that George's face was contorted with blissful pleasure as his entire body shakes with his release. The peristaltic-like movement of George's warm walls hurls the blonde into his own release, thrusting deeply into the other before painting his insides white. George collapses into Dream's chest as the taller thrusts weakly a few more times to prolong their orgasms, only halting when he received a whine from overstimulation.
They lay panting on the sheets after such an intense orgasm, eyes shut in satisfaction. George moves first, head angling up to demand for a kiss. Who was Dream to deny him that? Their lips met gently, barely moving as they savoured the little bubble they created. Of course, George would not be George if he did not ruin the moment.
“We're all dirty again.” He grumbled with a scrunched nose, looking down at the mess between their stomachs with pure disgust.
“Why are you so grossed out? It's your own cum. Mine is literally spilling out of your ass.” Dream replied with a raised brow, looking so amused as he called George out.
“But I like your cum in my ass.” George's reply was so blunt, not even teasing. Just pure, honest truth.
“You're such an idiot.” Dream splutters in response, cheeks reddening.
“Clean me up, Dream!” it was a demand now, George showing his discomfort through a perfected pout.
“Alright, alright. Give me a second.” Dream began to pry George off him, only for the smaller to cling even tighter. “I thought you wanted me to clean us up, baby.”
“I do… But wanna be close still." The confession was shy, George hiding his face into Dream's skin.
“Okay, guess we're going on a little trip.” Without so much of a groan, Dream managed to get them both up, all while keeping his soft member inside. He'd like to think that it was to at least plug some of his cum in so it doesn't make a mess on the floor but they both know it's to keep themselves as close as remotely possible. George wrapped loose arms around Dream's neck, fully trusting the stronger arms supporting him.
The walk to the bathroom was brisk, Dream quickly wetting a washcloth with warm water. Wiping each other down was just as quick, an efficient routine already in place for them. Once satisfactorily cleaned, they head back to bed in the same fashion, George clinging on Dream like a baby koala.
“You know that would've gone faster if you just let me get the washcloth myself. I would've been gone for ten seconds max.” Dream commented as he laid them back in bed.
“Don't care… din’ wanna let go.” George grumbled back, getting himself comfortable in Dream's chest.
“So clingy.” came the affectionate response, a kiss getting pressed on the crown of George's head. The Brit looked up at this, demanding a kiss on the lips this time. “Mm, clingy.” Dream repeats, leaning to leave a loving peck.
“You love it.” George affirmed, earning a nod in agreement.
“I do. I love how clingy you are. I like being this close to you.” George only sighs blissfully in response, a strong arm wrapped securely around his waist. Dream's heart beating steadily was music to his ears and he couldn't think of a better sound than that. A hand rakes through brown hair, Dream's soft humming causing his chest to vibrate. George smiles, fully content.
“I love you.” It was whispered, a secret shared only to Dream.
“I love you more, baby.”