Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Pet boy

(A/N: gonna probably be top George for a while.)

George's POV
After taking what Wilbur said into consideration, I decided to postpone until I was 100% sure Clay has changed. I hid the papers. It seems too specific for Wilbur to know that much about me without ever meeting me. In the meantime, I've enjoyed having Clay wrapped around my finger. I don't know why he isn't fighting back anymore; that was always my favourite part about him, he never wants to accept defeat.
I woke up one morning to find that Clay had already left. I was sad for a minute, then I walked out of the bedroom to find Clay cooking breakfast in lingerie. It was black and lacey with a built in corset giving him a beautiful silhouette of a body.
"What's this for?" I ask, wrapping my arms around my prince.
"What? Oh.. the outfit? It's comfortable." He lied. Instead of playing into it, I gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Good morning." I said and slid my hands away, walking to the table and sitting down. Clay handed me a plate and sat down across from me.
"Not eating today?" I asked.
"Nah.. I'm trying to watch my girlish figure." He said.
"So you're just gonna watch me eat?" I asked.
"Yeah... I'm waiting for you." He said softly.
"Why?" I asked Clay.
"Because I'm not accepting the outcome of last night's game." He said and put his foot over to mine, slowly kicking my legs apart.
"So you learned how to control yourself?" I asked pinning one of his feet to the floor.
"Yes. And I'm willing to prove it." He challenged.
I pushed my food aside and leaped over the table. I got up standing only millimetres away from Clay, closing the gap by kissing him. I feel him getting handsy, trying to pull my shirt off. I pushed him away and off of me. There were several nonverbal words blasting between us.
Why did you stop?
You seem pretty desperate.
I'm not... I might be.
That's what I thought slut~.
I sauntered to the bedroom, letting Clay decide whether he wants to follow. Of course, he did and he locked the door behind him. I sat on the bed, completely ignoring him. He finally got fed up and pushed me back, leaning over me. I scoffed at him and put my knee on his bulge, making his knees buckle then flipped us over so that I was on top.
"Getting cocky we're we?" I say and he shakes his head.
"No sir~" he said, biting his lip and maintaining eye contact. I slipped between his legs and attempted to get the material holding us back out of the way.
"How do you get this off?" I yelled in frustration.
"What a dick? You know how to do that." Clay joked.
"I'm serious bitch, get undressed or I will just leave." I said and Clay nodded. I let him get up and get undressed while I slipped out of my clothes myself, grabbing a bottle of lube from the dresser.
I started rubbing it on my already solid member, feeling another hand on top of mine guiding it. I feel Clay press against my back as he forces me to stroke harder.
"Clay~" I moan then realize that he's trying to make me bottom, "get on the bed." I switched to a commanding tone. He complied, making sure he was as accessible to me as possible with his ass facing me. I laughed, and climbed up using my hands to message his ass. He moaned slightly and bit his lip constantly.
I lined up and thrusted my entire length into him fast. He moaned loudly and grabbed the sheets. I grabbed his hips and kept thrusting, getting deeper and rougher as I continued to fuck him.
"Fuck~George~!" He moaned out and I brought my hand to his member, rubbing gently.
His eyes crossed with pleasure, there is no doubt he'll need to cum soon. That's when I hear the lovely words,
"George~ I'm gonna~ please~" his begging got more frequent when I told him no. I feel myself building up as I feel Clay, physically weak beneath me. I came in his ass and pulled out, allowing him to lay down on his back. He was still on the verge of climax so I teased him a bit.
"Alright, I'll count down for you." I say and put my hand on his member. He bit his lip and nodded.
"10." I said and I hear him sigh. I rub his shaft at a similar pace to earlier.
"9." Clay seems focused on keeping it in.
"8." His body was so weak to my touch, I glided my hand up his torso. He closed his eyes.
"7." I bring my hand to his nipple and softly rubbed over it, earning a couple gentle moans between deep breaths.
"6." He throws his head back and pushes himself up, now sitting face to face with me. Our faces are only about a centimetre apart.
"5." I said before locking lips wth him temporarily.
"4." I said and Clay started shaking.
"Please George~" he moaned out. I answered by getting on my knees and sucking his tip.
I held up the number 3 on my hand and quickened my pace, sending as much down my throat as possible.
"I can't~ I'm sorry~" he said and I watched him throw his head back again, screaming out in pleasure.
I soon feel his cum in my mouth and I collect it.
I came up and spat it on his chest, looking at him.
"What's all this?" I asked gesturing to the mess on his chest.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to." I put my hand on his chin and angled it slightly away, placing two fingers on his pulse.
"Scared?" I said.
"What are you gonna do to me?" He asked and his heartbeat quickened.
"Oh don't worry, you can try again later." I say in a cheery voice. Clay moaned and tried to get up. I pushed him back down and straddled him.
"Better not fuck up next time. I might not be so nice." I said and let him get up, slapping his ass on his way out.