Dads Cooking (DNF)

~Chapter 13~Excuse me, what?~

George refused to look at Dream aiming his eyes forward. Dream didn't move, he sat there. George felt dreams eyes burn into his back as he waited.
George took a deep breath before started to slowly move, he would start and stop barely moving in the first place. He really didn't want to do this, yet that little part of him begged to do more.
George started to move more, bigger thrusts and louder moans escaped from his body.
He could here dreams breathing pattern start to turn becoming more unstable. George assumed he was doing good. It At least sounded like he was.
His limbs shook from everything but the cold.
He was struggling to keep himself upright. The feelings that filed his body caused him to ignore the hands grabbing his back side holding him up from falling.
"George...."
George heard Dream whisper out his name softly. Dream grabbed him form behind and thrusted to his own accord.
As he was thrown into a different position it felt, deeper?
George was unable to conjure words from his mouth any attempts replaced bye hitched moans.
Without any warning George felt his body being filled bye a warm liquid. Dreams voice softened to heavy panting as George felt himself do the same as Dream. George cum went onto his body with little bits shredded onto the floor.
For a moment the two of them were panting in silence acknowledging what they had both done. George attempted to crawl off but was interrupted bye the feeling of the warm liquid spilling out his behind.
Dream held his ass up before George successfully left. George didn't move.
"You can't admit you don't like this."
George buried his face into his hands.
After Dream had left to everything felt fuzzy? He was aware that Dream had put his clothing back on before picking up George. He carried George somewhere, and so on. George was aware that Dream was doing stuff for him, to him. But George's brain had become so fuzzy he didn't care about what ever he was doing.
Walking, the sounds of water, more walking, fabric ruffled together, creaking floorboards, and then shut doors.
Before he knew it, he had been returned the cold floor in the basement before slowly falling asleep.
When he did wake up he was greeted with a pain through his back, it traveled up and down his spine.
But it wasn't enough to stop him form moving, not that he was doing much of that after Dream broke his leg of course. Three blanket that he had wrapped the hammer in still remained untouched in the corner.
George took a deep inhale, shortly after he was surprised with a appetizing smell.
Next to him was a small plate with eggs and bacon as well as a sticky note that simply read, sorry :(. There was a fork hidden behind the plate.
He couldn't do anything bad with eggs and bacon right?
George's stomach growled just at the sight of the food.
He hadn't eaten sense, sense, sense? He wasn't sure.
He hesitantly picked up the fork and took a small bite of the eggs.
After not eating for a few days this tasted like heaven itself.
Not even five minutes later the food was gone, George of course was paranoid, but food was food.
Not even moments after satisfaction George heard frantic footsteps from up above getting louder, and louder.
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Sorry for the short chapter, next one will be longer and more interesting :)