puppy knuckles

puppy knucles

"You look so good for me, on your knees like that," George says, running a hand through Dream's hair from where he kneels underneath the desk.

Dream pushes his face into George's bare thigh. He can feel his face heat up. A whine starts to bubble in the back of his throat when George runs his fingers through again, adding more pressure and nails in a way that makes Dream keen.

"You ready, puppy?" George asks. Dream nods against him.

George tugs at his hair, pulling Dream back so that he's forced to look George in the eye. The pain against his skull is sharp and a whine finally does break free from his lips. George smiles, laughs at Dream in a way that makes his stomach boil and his face burn.

"Yeah, yeah I'm ready," Dream says when George pulls his hair harder. The smile doesn't disappear from George's face, but he drops Dream's hair so that his head hangs heavy.

George loves when Dream gets like this. Eager to please and pliant, a little more sensitive to anything regarding George. He gets clingy too, refusing to leave George's side even when he's editing.

"Just, let me suck you off," Dream says, almost angrily. His shoulders are tensed up. As it is they barely fit under their desk and Dream has to hunch so that he can fit. It's funny, seeing Dream drop to his knees and still look so awkwardly flitting.

"Waiting on you puppy," George tells him, cooing the word like he knows Dream hates. Dream drops a bit, pouts his lips.

"Stop being mean," Dream says. He takes George's boxers off, pulling them down his legs and setting them on the side.

George runs one hand through Dreams hair again, the other coming down to link two fingers under Dreams collar. It's a small black one, just thick enough that George can pull on it if he wants to. He does, and using the two fingers underneath Dreams collar to pull him forward.

Dream jerks forward, catching himself on the floorboards so that he's kneeling forward and his face is only an inch from George's dick.

"Puppy," George says again, watching Dreams eyes go wide.

"Sorry, yeah, I'm starting," Dream replies, leaning in further so that he can get George hard. Dreams lips wrap around the tip. The grip on his hair tightens and soon enough George is hard, jerking his hips forward. His head is thrown back on the desk chair. Dream relishes in the quiet gasps he's making and eventually his nose touches skin.

Then George's hand tightens so hard that Dream winces as he's pulled a way, a trail of spit following him. He whines at George, loud and needy. Already Dream looks wrecked, flushed from his cheeks all the way down to his chest. George feels his chest swell.

George smiles. "Puppy," George's hand softens its grip and Dream melts against him, "Are you gonna be good for me?"

Dream nods so fast that he almost knocks his head into the desk. George laughs, leaning down so that he can press a kiss against Dreams forehead.

"You're so cute for me Puppy," George says, cupping Dreams face in his own.

Dream whines. "George, can I have another one?" Dreams voice is rough around the edges, cracked and soft.

"Another what?" George asks, just so that he can relish in Dreams pain a bit more.

"A kiss," Dream replies. Normally, he would put up a bit more of a fight. Dream is bratty and usually only so pliant after he's been forced to sit still. He's been stressed out for weeks now though, they've both been so busy and Dream is eager. He wants everything George is willing to give him.

George is equally needy. He leans in again and Dream meets him, their lips pressing together for a kiss thats soft and full of everything they've been missing. When they stop, Dream is more flushed than he was before.