dreamnotfound oneshots

distractions

// NSFW

Dream rolled onto his stomach with a heavy sigh, blinking up to the cat hybrid at his setup with bored eyes.

He had been laying on the ground while George worked on his coding project for almost four hours. Four hours of no attention, four hours of tracing the lines in the ceiling, four hours of whining and whimpering out of pure boredom. What else was he supposed to do? He had no homework, he had no chores, and all of his other friends were busy.

He let out another dramatic sigh, watching with a tinge of amusement at the way George tensed in his seat.

"Dream, will you shut up?" George grumbled, fingers typing away aggressively on his keyboard.

Dream rolled his eyes. "No."

"Then at least go to a different room, mutt," George turned his head to glare at the dirty blond, who's head and ears perked up. "I'm focused right now and don't need a distraction."

"I distract you?" Dream replied smugly, his fluffy tail wagging from side to side just from having the brunet's eyes on him. George seemed to notice, telling by the way he scoffed and turned away.

"You're an idiot."

"I do, don't I?" Dream pushed himself up, hurriedly crawling to George's side.

He sat on his knees, peering up at the brunet through thick lashes. Dream could tell George was trying his best to keep his eyes trained on the monitor in front of him, the gray ears on top of his head flicking in annoyance.

"Go. Away."

"No," Dream grinned and lifted a hand to rest on George's thigh, slowly sliding it to his inner thigh. His hand was harshly smacked away as George stared down at him with wide eyes.

"Not now, idiot!" George gasped, pulling one of his knees to his chest.

"Why not?" Dream pouted, slowly guiding his leg back down. "You could still work while I suck you off."

"Y-You're so- so weird!" George bit his lip and looked away, squeezing his thighs together as if to hide his growing erection.

Dream kept his eyes directed at George's face—the occasional twitch of his eyes and ears, the way his teeth tugged harshly at his bottom lip, the growing redness to his cheeks—as he continued sliding his hand up and down the brunet's thigh.

Ever so slowly, his fingertips grazed George's clothed cock. Dream let out a hushed laugh at the way the brunet's hips twitched upwards, completely contradictory to the scowl on his face.

"If-" George cut himself off, mouth clamping shut as Dream pushed the palm of his hand down against his erection, eyes shining with mirth. George let out a shaky breath, "If you do it, just hurry."

"That's a yes?" Dream chirped, situating himself between George's legs under the desk. George nodded, taking his hands off of the keyboard as he leaned back in his seat, legs spreading instinctually.

Dream wasted no time in pulling George's shorts down, immediately nosing his straining cock. His eyes fluttered shut as he inhaled the brunet's scent, arousal pooling in his abdomen.

George clicked his tongue and bounced his leg impatiently, one of his hands moving to grab at Dream's hair. He rested his elbow onto the armrest on the chair, leaning his head into his hand as Dream flattened his tongue against his clothed length.

"Fuck," George cursed under his breath, eyelids drooping significantly. Dream looked up, piercing green eyes meeting George's lust filled ones. "Get on with it, mutt."