mcyt oneshots

(s) fire.

dream x george
IDK THEY HAVE SEX OR SOMETHING BUT NOT REALLY BECAUSE HIS DICK DIDNT GO IN HIS ASS? IDKKK
(also cross-posted on ao3 under the tag (mmmercuryyy)! be sure to check it out)
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It burned.
The way that George swished his glass of wine, his sickly giggle infiltrating Dream's ears.

It burned.
The way George's slim, pristine hands so easily slid onto Dream's thigh, leaving a trail of a hot pain, the warmth shooting up Dream's spine.

It felt like hell.
The way George just kept fucking giggling at Dream's flustered face, as if he didn't know what he was doing.

Dream didn't intend to get George this drunk, he knew he was a lightweight, but he didn't know it was this bad. He didn't know that George was a... flirty drunk either. He didn't know that he would be touching him, leaving the warm feeling that Dream used to despise everywhere he touched.

Hell, Dream didn't even intend to get himself this drunk, until his hands were shaking and his vision blurred off every few seconds.

George simply let out another giggle, and Dream had snapped.

He pulled the brit up, his slender hands sliding just right into Dream's bigger, more muscular one. George stumbled, his light body taking a tumble, falling directly onto the taller.

George giggled.

Dream held him up, George grabbing his arm to hold himself as Dream had guided him up the stairs. Dream kicked his foot out, the quiet creak the door gave off was enough to tick him off.

Dream's mood dropped, drastically. He held George up, making sure the smaller didn't fall, before George hiccuped.

That damned hiccup shook George, causing him to fall further into Dream, his mouth dangerously close to Dream's v-line. Dream sucked in a breath, and George giggled.

It burned.

"Go to the bed," Dream snapped, and George's eyes drifted from his lips to his eyes, which had darkened. George hiccuped again, pushing himself up and wobbling over to the white sheets, where he had collapsed. Dream sighed angrily, clenching his jaw and running a hand through his hair as George pushed himself up again, this time rolling over and landing on his ass. He was finally sitting up properly.

Dream walked over the bed, once reaching George, sitting and leaning down to reach his ear, mouth closer to his neck than anything.

"You think you can keep fucking touching me? Hm?" Dream's breathe hit George's neck just right, and the amount he had to drink could not stop him letting out a small exhale at the warmth.

"And me not do anything about it?" He continued, moving his hand from his pockets to George's chin, tilting his head up to look at him.

"Think you can seduce me?"
He trailed his finger down to the v-line of George's shirt, the skin he touched feeling like fire straight from hell itself. George looped his legs around Dream's hips, wantonly bucking forwards. Dream let him, purely because it eased the friction in his pants.
Soon Dream realized that George was doing this to gain power in the situation. He stilled George's hips, looking him right in the eyes.

George had become more aware now. He kept himself still, hands stilled in Dream's hair like he knew he fucked up. His eyes, for just a second, looked at Dream's lips, but Dream noticed, anyways.