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c'mon kitty (don't you like to play?)

// NSFW

There were a lot of things on Dream's mind when George asked him to prep himself. But there were two that prominently stood out to him.

One; why didn't George prep Dream himself? And two; what was George planning?

Because it wasn't often that George asked these types of things from Dream. Usually he was the one to prep Dream, oftentimes he rather enjoyed the intimacy of it all. Dream didn't understand what was different this time around, but he wasn't one to complain.

Despite the questions he had, Dream did it nonetheless. He would never be one to deny George of his wants.

So that was how Dream landed himself here, laying with his face shoved into his pillows and his ass high in the air, three fingers plunging desperately into him. He purposefully missed his prostate with each thrust, whining needily as drool slicked his lips and chin.

He was getting close, with each thrust making his stomach tense more and more until he felt like he couldn't take any more. Dream pulled his fingers out with a high whimper, blinking back tears that threatened to fall.

"Georgie..." Dream sniffled, already having fallen into subspace minutes ago. Everything was hazy, his eyes feeling the slightest bit out of focus. After a minute of not hearing a response, Dream sat back onto his calves. "Georgie?"

Dream smiled softly as George called out, "Coming, love!"

Just as Dream began wiping the unshed tears away, the door to their bedroom pushed open. Dream saw George pause, gaze falling on his exposed hole that was dripping with lube.

"Dream," George's gaze flickered back up, deep umber eyes that were coated with lust meeting viridescent ones. "I wanted to try something new. Is that alright?"

"Mhm," Dream hummed, offering a shaky smile. George cooed softly, stepping further into the room with his arms behind his back.

"My Dreamie," George lifted one free hand, cupping Dream's face softly. Dream immediately leaned into his touch, pupils blowing out twice their size. "My sweet little kitty."

Dream blinked, confusion spreading across his face. Kitty?

"Is that okay?" George asked, a frown daring to tug at his lips. "If not, I could just—"

Dream never said he was opposed to it...

"Yes, master," Dream lifted his own hand to cover George's with a flirtatious smirk, raking his nails lightly over the back of his small hand. "I wan' be your kitty."

George beamed, pulling his other hand around from behind his back. Dream's curious gaze landed on the items in his hand, eyes shining with intrigue. A thin black collar with a tiny bell on the front rested in his palm along with a butt plug that had a long, thin black tail attached to it and a basic pair of black cat ears.

(Well, maybe not basic, considering the light green bows sewn into either ear).

"I want you to put these on, love," George instructed, shoving said items into Dream's hands. "You already prepped yourself so the plug should be easy. Let me know when you're ready."

George took a step back, giving Dream the space he needed. The dirty blond gazed down at the items in his hands again, pondering for a moment how he felt about it.

The idea was arousing, in all honesty. Especially the collar. Dream had always liked things being around his neck, whether it was George's hand or a tight turtleneck. The cat ears were new, he and George had never trodden the waters of animalistic sex before. But again, he wasn't against it at all. In fact, he liked the idea of being owned, of being told he was George's.