CW: SMUT | TW: Alcohol
George and Dream decided on a sleepover at George's house. Nothing exciting, movie watching and snacking. George began pulling out snacks that him and Dream would both enjoy, rummaging through cupboards he didn't even know had food inside of. George wasn't the type of person to drink, but when he noticed the full bottle of vodka sitting lonely in his cupboard, he just couldn't resist. He poured some into 3 shot glasses, throwing them down his throat quickly, hating the taste. When he got more drunk and used to the taste, he began chugging from the bottle as it burned his throat and made him cough.
Dream reached George's house, pulling into the drive and stepping out of the car. He knocked on the door, excited to see his bestfriend. George opened the door, falling over himself and landing in Dream's arms.
"George?" Dream questioned, propping him back onto his feet and helping him back inside. He sat him down on the sofa and took a seat next to him. "Are you drunk?"
"Of course." George replied, reaching for his glass and swallowing more of the strong liquid, gulping hard. "You know Dream, you're looking quite hot tonight."
Dream's face flashed pink, he was only joking, right?
"You're drunk, George. Are we watching this movie or not?" Dream attempted to change the subject. George nodded in response, although he wasn't listening to a word of what Dream was saying and instead was staring at Dream's lip as they slipped out words smoothly. Dream played the movie but was more focused on his wandering thoughts. Before he knew it, George was sat on Dream's lap, straddling him. George locked eyes with Dream and then glanced down at his lips, licking his own.
"George..." Dream grunted, attempting to lift George off. "Stop."
George broke the distance between the two bodies and smashed his lips into Dream's. Dream was stunned by this movement but kissed back passionately but soon realising George was drunk and pulled away.
"You're drunk, George. This isn't what you want."
"It is what I want, Dream. The alcohol is just helping me do it."
George gripped onto Dream's hair and broke the gap between them once again.
'Fuck it' Dream thought as he kissed back, grabbing George's neck with one hand and George's waist with the other.
George grinded slowly on Dream's rising erection as his own grew taller, his arms crawling down Dream's body. Dream carried George to his bedroom, not breaking the kiss until Dream slammed George onto the bed topped him. George panted for breath and became flustered about what just happened.
"Not so confident now, hm Georgie?" Dream said in a seductive tone, cupping George's face and kissing him again, this time sliding in his tongue and biting George's lip. Dream hooked his fingers into George's jeans and slowly unzipped the zipper. Dream moved down George's neck, giving small kisses all over the bare skin, making George let out discreet moans. When George's jeans were finally off, Dream began palming George through his boxers and sucking all over his neck.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" Dream asked, looking at the small boy melting below him.
"Yes. I'm sure." George replied, pulling Dream back into the kiss and putting Dreams hands back where they were before.
"I need to hear you beg for it Georgie."
"D-dream, please."
"Please what?" Dream teased, sliding his hand into George's boxers and rubbing the bulge.
"Please, just..." George began, grabbing a handful of Dream's hair "Fuck me."
Dream took his request and began quickly rubbing George's dick, throwing his boxers across the room. Dream bit and sucked on George's neck, leaving purple-red marks all over his neck which would be almost impossible to cover. George moaning his name as he gripped tightly onto the bed sheets. Dream sat George up, watching George's face drop as if all his emotions were just struck from him.
"Not over yet." Dream said, putting his fingers into George's mouth for saliva. George knew where this was going and he was excited. "Suck."
George sucked Dream's fingers, covering them with saliva while Dream stroked his dick. Dream pulled out his fingers after a long minute of sucking, watching all the saliva drip out of George's mouth. George flipped himself around to allow Dream's access but was flipped back around again.
"I want to see your face while I fuck you." Dream demanded, putting George's ankles on his shoulders and slowly entering a finger, watching George roll his eyes back in satisfaction. He started slow but sped up, sliding in his second finger. George reached to the side and grabbed the bed sheets, gripping tight for support. When George was fully stretched out, Dream lined himself up and thrusted roughly into George. George felt pleasure, he rolled his eyes back and his head flung back also. Dream wasn't gentle in the slightest, thrusting into George rough and hard as George's legs and whole body began to shake.
"Pretty boy." Dream teased, grazing his finger along George's lips and pulling it down slightly as it bounced back up. He pushed his lips into George's soft lips, while still pushing in and out of George fast. Blood pumped through them quickly, hearts racing and losing their breath. "Good boy, Georgie, you're behaving so well"
George moaned at the way the words slipped out of Dreams mouth, never did he think he would have his best friends dick shoved inside of him as he moaned his name.
"Dream I'm gonna-" George started, being interrupted by a loud moan escaping his mouth and his hips jolted up in reaction.
"Do it, pet. We don't stop until you do."
It was almost as if Dream's words were a curse because just as the Dream finished talking, he let out all over his stomach and Dreams hand that was pressed harshly on George's hips, leaving bruises.
"Good boy." Dream praised, picking up the pace as if he wasn't go fast enough before. Him also letting out his warm substance inside of George.
