CW;;
MINOR LEMON/SMUT !
A/N
this was made by yours truly, phanntomized with the permission of toby. you will only get a few chapters written directly from me, because toby is the main writer.
this also has self-imported kinks ! so uh/ 😀👍
enjoy ! <3 ((YUM KINKS -toby
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;; GEORGE'S POV !!
I clicked the "end stream" button, smiling at Clay's success as he was grinning widely.
We had just met up, and with that, I let the fans know, but he carried it out with a face reveal. Friends and fans were overjoyed to finally be able to see his face reveal after years of waiting. I'm glad they all had patience, I really am. I put my hand on his shoulder, still laughing the slightest bit as for the stream was quite chaotic. In a good way, of course.
He turned to face me, causing me to smile even wider now. He always brought joy to my world, and whenever I'm able to see him, it brings energy to my body, as if he's my support system.
"You did amazing today, Clay! I'm glad you were able to let out all your overwhelming thoughts and just got over with it. I understand it's hard to do so, but you did it!" I say, joyed for his success. He patted my shoulder, causing me to shift in my seat. I mainly avoid physical contact, but I'm slowly getting used to his.
It's as if he has a certain touch in his hands,, his touch makes me feel,, warm, to say. As if he can hold me, and never let go, and I won't mind it. His touch— it's just so gentle and soft, like he's caressing a small, gentle and fragile toddler. Except I'm not a toddler, nor small or fragile. Or so I think, I have a few,, things I enjoy over others.
Clay noticed this and retracted his hand, which caused me to whimper underneath my breath. Even if I hated being touched, when I DID ever get it, I don't want them letting go. This is the harsh con of being touch-starved, you never want anything touching you, but when it happens, you melt into the touch and want it to stay.
He got up, letting out a heavy breath as he extended a hand to me. I hesitated, but took it and smiled at him. He smiled back and walked out of my room. We had just streamed, obviously, in my room which was surprisingly clean after my motivation loss. But I got it done- to props to me?
I followed behind him slowly, his scent from his sweater being carried behind, causing me to get a whiff of it. Holy god, was I ever glad I did so. It's like everything about him is flawless in every way, no matter what it is. So that makes me wonder, cause if everything is so-called 'perfect',, it must be big, right? (ok george calm down)
I forgot to mention, but Clay had finally moved out of Florida, and decided to bunk with me, so there's that information. He's a real nice guy, and man is he ever generous. He's always making sure I'm okay too, especially after I trip or something.
I keep telling him I'm fine, and he can stop treating me like I'm a kid, but of course, he's Dream. He isn't going to stop the teasing, but luckily, he doesn't know I'm into that kind of shit. I'm a different kind of person man, everyone has their own kinks. Mine is just a jack-load of random crap piled together.
To name them off won't be hard, due to the fact that I have very little. At least I think so, personally. Anyhow, they'd be Choking, Teasing, Gagging, Knife-play and Pet-play. It's always the small things that makes you bottom. That is, unless, Clay offers positions,, but I highly doubt that.
