~Mine~ (dream x George)

The dress

WARNING: 18+ content
All the British smp members or all the ones that live here are planing on meeting in Brighton tomorrow ." Dream had been in England for a week and he still hadn't bought a return ticket. "Umm we can go if you want." Dream shrugged. "I mean if you don't want to-"
"No I want to." "Ok we can erm go then, I'll text will." It had been really awkward since the day after the party. The only time it wasn't was when they were kissing. And it was great. But it was weird, their talks used to be so effortless. Was that all gone? "I need a swimsuit though."

They went to the same shop that they bought the skirt in and found the swimsuit section for Dream to browse. "British stores are way worse than American stores." George rolled his eyes. "This?" George asked him holding up a pair of lime green swim shorts. "Exactly my brand." George nodded and headed for the till. "Ill be right back ok?" Dream said before leaving the shops in a rush. "What? For fuck sake.." George went to pay.

They got back a few hours later and Dream went to try on the swimsuit. George sat and waited on his phone. A few minutes later Dream came back. George was preoccupied by his phone so he didn't look up "do you like it?" He asked head still down. "Yeah it fits well... but I like this better." George looked up to see Dream in a maids outfit. His jaw dropped. "Where-" George stammered "halloween store." Dream said twisting his hips so the skirt flew up. George laughed, "Stop. You can't tease me like that.." he said going bright red. Dream walked closer to him. "Who said I was teasing?"

If George wasn't red before he definitely was now. George knew what being in a skirt did to dream but he didn't know it could have the same effect on him. He was practically sweating. George gulped. He liked skirts. He like how he looked in them and how Dream reacted to them but he didn't know he would like it on Dream so much. The dress framed his muscles, and George felt weird looking at them with the black fabric on top . It made him wonder what he looked like underneath. Imagining it wasn't enough. George stood up and kissed him. "It worked!" He sounded so happy. George let out a soft giggle and Dream pushed him into his bed. He liked Dream but he really liked Dream in a dress.

Dream crawled on top on him and raked his hands through George's hair before their lips merged. Dream kissed his neck and collarbone and slowly moved down George's body. George arched his back and covered his mouth to muffle any involuntary sounds. Dream came back up to George's face and breathed, "let me hear you." That's all he needed to hear, George didn't hold back and neither did Dream. He left purple marks all over George's neck before moving down. George could hardly breathe, gasping for air every few seconds. Dream started kissing George's v-line and he knew what was coming next...George.