Of Dragons and Dreams (Draumr Kopa/// Dreamnotfound)

Chapter 10

Notes:

Hello hello!
You may have noticed I changed the name of this fanfic. MY spotify recommended a song by the same name while I was crafting my playlist to go with the story, and it was just perfect! Let me know what you think of the switch in the comments :))
If you are interested in listening while you read, here is the playlist I made: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/752HRsUmyTmVbE1tEsfFYc?si=S1VHEaSsSqq1GT48JfHHrQ

Another 16+ coming your way, nothing overtly smutty but intimate for sure. Enjoy!

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Dream stalked upstairs, observing the layout of the building. A small guest room lay to the right, the first doorway in the hall. The second room was further back, a large bedroom with a connected bathroom, much like theirs at home. Dream assumed George must have headed there, seeing that they would share the room during their stay. He adjusted his pants uncomfortably, still suffering with the effects of George's taunting. Dream entered the room and immediately beelined for the bathroom, where he heard water running. This wasn't for entirely nefarious reasons, he thought, though he would love to see George shower. It was more so the fact that he needed to wash the dirt out of his hair, the sweat on his neck making the dust stick even worse than it would have without it.

George ruffled his hair in the mirror, still a bit flushed from the sparring, his ears dusted with a rosy pink from the sun. He had left the door open, and to his relative lack of surprise, Dream had followed him. George smirked, pleased with his decision to leave his clothes on for a moment longer. Dream sighed as he entered the room, dropping his belt and sword outside in the bedroom. He snaked his arms around George from behind, squeezing the elf gently and resting his head on his shoulder. Dream looking into the mirror at the two of them, his larger frame seeming to engulf the more lean boy. He smiled, proud of the way they fit together, and George nearly hummed in contentment, leaning back into Dream's embrace. "I thought you were going to be mad at me," George said teasingly, meeting Dream's eyes in the mirror. Dream smirked "I have half a mind to be. I deserved it, though," he acknowledged, shrugging, though he planned to make up for this brief armistice later. George grinned, enjoying the feeling of Dream's head on his shoulder, and his arms wrapped protectively around him. "You do stink," George said, breaking the comfortable silence with a giggle. Dream frowned, letting go of the elf and moving toward the shower, checking the flow of water from the disguised faucet was warm. George regretted the lack of warmth he now felt, but was a little amused by how seriously Dream took him.

He turned around, and was met with a face-full of Dream without his tunic on. George's eyes went wide, taking in the man in front of him. "Uh," George stuttered, caught off guard. "Well I stink, so I should shower," Dream explained, a slight smile on his face betraying that he knew exactly what he was doing. George went red "I was going to shower though," he stumbled. Dream smiled "Well I didn't say you couldn't," he replied casually, pulling off his trousers. George's face deepened several shades as his thoughts whirled "Only if you leave your undergarments on," George said quickly, unsure of what he would do if Dream were to continue undressing. Dream shrugged, pulling the curtain back and ushering George into the shower. "Fair enough," he said lightly, pleased with how well this was going. He wasn't going to seduce George in the shower, of course, that would be out of bounds. But he didn't see the issue with getting to enjoy the sight and touch of him for a little while, feel the water run off their bodies. It was intimate, Dream knew; he would have to keep careful control of himself.

George had goosebumps as he undressed to the same extent as Dream, both a bit flustered and excited as the other's eyes trailed on his every movement, every inch of skin. He hadn't anticipated Dream would suggest something like this, but was willing to try it as long as they kept their hands relatively to themselves. For now, anyway. Dream had already stepped into the shower, dipping just his shoulder into the steady stream of water. George swallowed at the way it trickled over his chest, the way the steam made his hair look tousled. George was very lucky, he reflected, joining Dream in the warmth of the water.