// bondage , choking , safeword establishment
"I want to be on display for you," George almost whispered.
Dream exhaled. He felt the front of his jeans tighten.
"Sit up," Dream said cooly.
George bit his lip and propped his back up with his elbows, making sure to keep his legs open and spread apart as he did it.
Dream couldn't help but let his eyes wander to George's hard. His tip was flushed, and the moment George saw where Dream's eyes had landed, he clenched his pelvic muscles in response. Dream's gaze was exhilarating. It made George felt tingly, admired.
George pushed his arms straight behind him, so he was sitting upon his knees with his thighs spread apart, straddling air above the mattress, his dick hard against his stomach. He looked up at Dream with doe eyes, and Dream unintentionally swallowed and lightly bit his tongue.
Dream carefully reached a hand out, almost afraid that George might bite. He gently cupped his cheek and ran a thumb across George's lips.
"Tie you up, huh..." Dream seemed mesmerized.
George nuzzled his cheek into Dream's hand, holding their eye contact all the while.
With abrupt force, Dream ripped his hand from George's cheek and wrapped it around his neck, pulling so George was forced to sit further up onto his knees.
Dream squeezed George's throat as he went in for a kiss, and George happily kissed back as well as he could with the limited oxygen he was given. Both of their dicks twitched.
With an elated gasp from George, Dream pulled away, loosening his hand around George's neck.
"The safe word?" Dream prompted.
Dream always made George say their safe word before they ever did anything out of the ordinary. It was a good way to check in and make sure they both were ready. It was also an effective way to associate the word with good feelings so that if they even did have to use it, it wouldn't be scary.
"Pluto," George replied with his eyes hooded.
George was beginning to regret his decision. He really, really wanted to get fucked right now.
"I'll give you what you want, George. Put you on display for me- right here- right in my room. I'll get to look at you all day, huh?"
George's lids fluttered as he imagined it.
Dream moved away and reached back into the box on the nightstand pulling out the bright red ribbon after he had set it down the first time. He rubbed his thumb over the fabric as he turned back to George. He held it up to George's pale skin and pictured it wrapped tightly, restraining the brunette boy's limbs. Then he thought about him just sitting there all day, helpless. Dream's pelvic muscles tightened in response, wanting it bad.
"Sit down and bend your knees, spread apart, against your chest," Dream said, his voice smooth as satin, almost the texture of the rouge ribbon he clutched in his hands.
George slowly slid down to straddle the mattress, legs out sideways in opposite directions, thighs sliding on the sheets, with his knees bent behind him. He glanced at Dream with a seductive expression before leaning backward and straightening his arms out behind himself to support his body weight. He shifted and brought his legs together, tight to his chest, toes pointed, and knees side by side, all tucked up. Then, almost abruptly, he split his knees.
Dream groaned. He didn't hesitate in getting to work.
Dream drew the ribbon around George's right leg and slid it down to the top of his thigh. Next, he brought it around and wrapped it around his right ankle and then around both multiple times. This way, his ankle was lashed to his thigh, leg completely folded.
Dream grabbed a second piece of ribbon (he had several) and circled it right below George's knee, around and around, making sure he couldn't straighten the joint.
George whimpered under his hands, looking up at Dream with dazed eyes.
Lastly, he snatched up a third piece of the smooth red fabric just for George, this one much shorter than the rest. He fed it through the inner side of the bondage at his knee and the bondage near his ankle, tying a simple knot between them and pulling tight to strengthen the ribbon's hold around George's legs.
"Gonna look so pretty..." Dream mumbled.
With careful, sturdy hands, Dream retrieved more red satin and proceeded in mirroring what he had already done on George's other leg.
He stood back and admired his work.
"Sit up on your knees so I can do your arms," Dream spoke.
George could manage that.
Dream reached into the box to grab one last piece of ribbon, much longer than the others he had already used on George.
"Let me see your arms," Dream kneeled on the edge of the bed behind George.
George took his weight off his arms, wobbling for a second before balancing with his legs tied on either side of him, knees on the mattress, sitting on his ankles.
"Grab your elbows."
George did.
Dream looked at the position, squinting.
"Actually," Dream reached out and straightened his arms, so his wrists were together. He hummed in satisfaction. "Better." Then, he continued by tying them tightly together and then wrapping the access ribbon, tighter and closer to his elbows.
The corner of Dream's mouth twisted upwards as he finished his final bond with a bow.
It was tight enough that George's back had to be arched just to accommodate the stretch.
Both of them let out a hot breath, the atmosphere around them filling with tension.
The day was about to get a lot more interesting.
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