𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚂𝚒𝚛 [ᴰʳᵉᵃᵐⁿᵒᵗᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ*ff]

Chapter 2.0 - emotions? how about no <3

The pair unfortunately have grown closer. What a shame.
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so I suck at fluff oops

criticism is welcome (don't be too mean)

enjoy :)

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George smacked his hand over his own mouth, biting down on his middle finger. The door continued to shake. "Hello? God this is so stuck.. is anyone in here."

Dream cleared his throat quietly, "Yes." It came out higher than usual.

The door nob stopped. "Oh, my bad. Sorry."

George listened close to the footsteps growing further away, which meant he was completely off guard when the older wrapped his hand around the base of his erection. George screamed, head thrown back.

"Oh shit, dude are you okay in there?" Sapnap tried to open the door once more as George tried effortless to stop Dream, but the sight in front of the man was too pretty to halt. George in this state was too addictive to look at.

"Y-yes. We- IM fine. Sorry." The was a brief awkward silence. And Dream slightly stroke the younger cock, remaining deep eye contact. George was about to combust.

"Oh, er okay dude. Whatever." Finally, Sapnap seemed to leave, and George let out the breath he hadn't realised he was holding. The pleasure from the mans large hand was unmatched, and George could barely stand as the older worked his magic. It was so soft, and yet every time the fingers moved up and down, a little bolt of electricity shot through his nerves.

Dream smirked at the younger before him. Geogre was completely emerged in the pleasure. Slouching against the doorframe, shirt pulled down, neck exposed with multiple markings, a slight sweat forming on his blushed cheeks. It was incredible, an honour to witness.

He pulled his hand back, making George look at him with a slight frown. "God, your beautiful." Dream said it as meaningfully as he could, making sure George heard it before returning to pump the boys dick incredible fast. George whimper at the compliment. He forgot how good they felt. "Fuck, your such a good boy George. God, just look at you. Making such nice little whines for me-"

Dream was relishing in the younger destruction, and George crumbled to the floor, finally giving in. Dream hand to wrap his free hand around the moaning mess as it was clear George couldn't hold it in anymore.

"M-more. D-Clay. Sir, I'll-" He was constantly on edge and Dream slowed down his movement, placing his mouth to a George's ear.

"You're a good boy, aren't you? Do you feel good, like this?" The smaller nodded quickly, his eyes tightening. "You look so fuckable like this, all hot and tense. The things I could do to you-"

"Sir, please-" George's hips tried to rock forward, begging to finally let the know in his stomach undo.

"What is it, baby boy? Do you feel too good?" Dream knew his tone was too menacing, and the next words were sure to tip the boy over. "I need you in my life... George." That was it, his name roughly groaned right next to his ear. George released all at once, his orgasm and his built up stack of pleading moans.

He made sure to mutter Dream's name as he came, letting his hand fall to rest on the mans leg. It was once of the longest, and most mind controlling experiences he'd had; on the verge of finishing for minutes as Dream whispered sweet nothings. Carefully, the older grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned George up, who was still letting little vibrations run through his legs and spine. Dream doing up his pants for him quickly and hauled him up.