DreamNotFound (DNF) smutshots

two gay dudes at a club, what will they do?

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Gogy's POV:

It was my typical Friday night. I was at my favorite club, dancing and drinking my problems away. I had come here alone, but I rarely left that way. Keeping this in mind, I scanned the crowd for potential one night stands as I made my way to the dance floor. Purple, blue, and red lights danced across the floor and across the faces of hundreds of people. Music blared through huge speakers, conversations filled the air, and my senses were overloaded.

All of these things faded into the background as my eyes landed on a tall, blonde man standing on the outskirts of the crowd. He was leaning against a table, a drink in hand, and staring right back at me. His eyes were a fierce green, and freckles were scattered across his face like stardust. In short, he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen and just the sight of him took my breath away. I became conscious of how short my skirt was, how I wanted to shrink under his gaze. These thoughts quickly turned to panic as I realized a crowd of people had begun to block my view of him. I desperately tried to see around them, but the beautiful man was gone.

I sighed in defeat, I would never see a man that pretty again, but it was hopeless to look for him. I began to sway to the music, attempting to forget.  I soon got lost to the beats and melody, the alcohol setting in. A few songs later, I felt someone press up against my back, a pair of hands on my waist. A warm scent enveloped me, and the mysterious stranger pressed his crotch against my ass and lowered his head to my ear. Something told me it was the beautiful man from earlier.

"What's your name, loverboy?"

A low voice whispered in my ear, and I felt my pants getting tighter. I tossed my head back against his chest, quickly noticing how much taller he was. I at least wanted to know his name before he fucked me senseless.

"I'm George. What about you?"

"You can call me Dream. It's a pleasure to meet you Georgie."

"I can think of a lot of other things I'd like to call you. The pleasures all mine."

As the last words left my mouth, I grinded back against him. I heard him moan in surprise, a sound that I wanted to hear until the day I died. I continued to grind onto him, and his lips went down to attack my neck. I could feel the bruises already forming, but I really didn't care. I could also feel people watching us, but I didn't care about that either, I knew we looked hot. 

Every so often, Dream's lips would break away from my neck and he would whimper into my ear. My pants had become unbearably tight and I wanted more. I needed him inside me. I stopped my grinding, turning around in his arms. I was right, it was the beautiful man from earlier. I found myself breathless once again as our eyes met. I was suddenly very nervous, but, despite that, I cupped his face with my small hands and grinned.

"Hi."

I knew I sounded like an idiot, but I didn't care anymore. All I wanted was Dream. Our faces inched closer together, the tension in the air could be cut with a knife. My eyes fluttered shut and I could feel his breathe against my face, it smelled like mints. As our lips were about to touch, he froze and spoke.

"Follow me."

I blinked, confused, before doing as I was told. I watched his back muscles move and flex from underneath his shirt as he skillfully guided us through the crowd. He had a firm grip on my wrist and was dragging me along. I willed everyone in the club to just disappear, so that Dream could fuck my brains out. However, they remained present and in the way.