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// NSFW + ANGST

Dream grabs George's hips roughly, pushing him back against the edge of the kitchen counter. Their lips clash together in a hungry, passionate kiss. Dream growls into George's lips as he bites the latter's bottom lip.

George's hand grabs the back of Dream's neck while the other squeezes his bicep. Dream pushes his body impossibly closer to George's like it's the last time he'll be able to do this (it isn't), subtly grinding his hips.

George moans into the kiss, allowing Dream's tongue to slip into his mouth. The fight for dominance is little to none as Dream takes control.

"Hey," Dream says as he holds his hotel door open for George. The brunet smiles politely, awkwardly fumbling with his hands.

"Sunset Tower, huh?" George attempts at a conversation, hesitantly stepping inside the hotel room. Dream nods. There's obvious tension in the room. George laughs lightly, "Reminds me of when we first met."

"Yeah," Dream breathes, watching as George inspects the hotel room. There's a singular bed with a television on the wall directly across from it. A kitchenette and small dining table reside next to the hotel door. George stops in the kitchenette. Dream wonders when he's going to ask.

"Do you have my stuff?" There it is.

Dream feels a sting in his chest as he hums. It shouldn't hurt this bad, they've broken up multiple times. All of which were because of petty arguments. Dream can't help it, though. He also can't help what he does next.

Dream slides his hand from George's hip under the hem of his shirt, pushing against his abdomen. George's breath hitches as Dream cups his clothed erection. Dream smirks at the feeling of it twitching, silently begging for more.

Dream begins unbuttoning his jeans after an encouraging whine from the Brit. His pants and boxers are discarded and haphazardly thrown to the side. Dream hooks his hands just under George's ass on his thighs and hikes him up to sit on the edge of the counter. He pushes closer, trailing kisses from the edge of George's mouth to just below his ear.

George impatiently bucks his hips forward, the hand on Dream's bicep falling to the belt loop on his jeans. "Off," George demands, gasping as Dream nips at his skin.

"Dream, what the fuck?" George yells, throwing his hands into the air to exaggerate his anger. Dream's heart is pounding, fury pulsing in his veins.

"What do you mean, 'what the fuck?'" Dream shouts, pushing himself up from where he's sitting. "George, don't you dare put the blame on me."

"Who else does the blame go to, other than the person who fucking caused this, smart-ass!" George spits back, tears building in his eyes from just how angry he is. Dream's heart breaks, just a little, but he pushes the feeling away.

"What have I caused? Huh, George?" Dream pushes, taking a threatening step forward, "Enlighten me, because I really don't know."

"You fucking know!" George cries, unable to stop the tears, "You've been outright ignoring me! Every single day, you ignore me. So I- So I-"

"-So you, what, George?" Dream scoffs, clenching his hands into fists to stop the trembling. George's eyes glaze over with guilt and hurt. Dream knows he's won this argument, but it hurts. It hurts so much.

"I'm done, Dream," George's voice dropped to a whisper. Dream freezes, feeling tears threaten to spill. George shakes his head in disbelief, "I'm done. I'm leaving."