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drowsy

// NSFW

"Baby, you're doing so good," Dream cooed softly into George's ear, nibbling the lobe. George's face was burning up as he clinged onto Dream's shoulders, legs shaking with pleasure.

"You like it slow every once in a while?" Dream murmured, petting George's brown hair and continuing the same slow pace with his hips. George nodded and whined, burrowing his head into the crook of Dream's neck. Dream chuckled, voice like warm honey in George's ears. A particular thrust causes Dream to strike a specific bundle of nerves, making pleasure shoot up George's spine and legs.

"Ah," George whimpered, lifting his head to place his forehead against Dream's. His eyes fluttered shut, "right there."

"There?" Dream snapped his hips up, hitting the sensitive spot again. George nodded wordlessly, barely audible moans slipping from his parted lips.

"I love you," Dream whispered, taking one of his large hands to cup the brunet's cheek. George opened his mouth to respond, but instead of coherent words was a loud moan.

"F-Fuck, I'm close," George panted, fisting Dream's shirt material in his hands. Dream nodded and quickened his pace in the slightest, taking in every noise George let out.

"C-Clay," George hid his fast again, bracing himself, feeling the knot in his stomach —

— George blinked groggily, making a noise of confusion and disappointment. His eyes hadn't yet adjusted to the pitch black room. He moved his leg up slightly, shuddering as his thigh rubbed against his erection.

George glanced down at the arm draped over his middle and turned his head to look at the top of his lover's head. He was sound asleep, snoring softly with his lips parted slightly.

So it was a dream, George frowned, thoughts still incoherent from sleep. He shifted awkwardly, turning over to face Dream's sleeping figure.

He looked peaceful, similar to how he looked in George's dream. In his dream, Dream's expression was soft, eyes filled with love and adoration. George's chest ached. He missed the gentle touches, he missed the loving whispers, like if Dream spoke too loudly then their moment would be ruined.

Cautious as to not wake his partner, George ran his fingers through Dream's wavy, dirty blond hair. It was a complete mess at—George glanced at the digital clock beside him—4:37 AM, but that was expected.

George sighed, eyes lazily falling shut again. He was tired, so tired, but he couldn't sleep. Not with his dick literally aching to be relieved.

Just as he made an effort to leave the bed, he felt Dream stir beside him, and suddenly his deep voice rumbled in his throat, "Why are you being so noisy?"

"Go back to sleep," George muttered and swung his legs carefully over the side of the bed, pushing the cover off of himself. Dream lifted his head, suddenly more awake than he was moments ago.

"Where are you going?" He blinked, staring at the brunet with concern. George fiddled with his fingers, swinging his feet loosely. He didn't want to bother Dream. He also didn't want to wake Dream up in the first place, but that happened anyways.

George's eyelids drooped as he crawled onto Dream's lap. Dream raised a questioning brow but didn't protest. George pulled the covers over his back and straddled Dream beneath him.

"Baby?" Dream mused tiredly, "right now?"

George made a noise, leaning close to Dream's face. His eyes fluttered shut, drowsiness pulling at him. His mind and nether regions were not agreeing with each other.