Roommates // DNF

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*TW: NSFW, a whole lotta smut*

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk after."

The words echoed through George's mind, his breath catching in his throat as he felt Dream's teeth sink into the skin of his neck, sucking down on the skin hard enough to leave a dark purple mark as a quiet moan fell from the brunette's lips.

Dream pulled back, flashing the brunette a confident grin before leaning back in and pressing their lips together, the blonde's tongue slipping into George's mouth almost immediately.

George trailed both hands down the front of Dream's torso, his hands pushing underneath his shirt, fingers trailing along his warm skin slowly. Dream pulled back, his eyes fixed on George as he leaned back on his knees and pulled his shirt off, discarding it on the floor as the brunette's hands reconnected with his now exposed torso.

As George's hands moved across the blonde's chest, Dream's hands moved slowly up the brunette's thighs, his green eyes following their path as he exhaled slowly. His fingers moved teasingly slow along the waist of George's jeans, fingers only grazing over the button before sliding under the brunette's shirt.

George groaned in annoyance, his hips lifting in a desperate attempt to get some form of contact from the blonde. Dream's hands quickly moved to the brunette's hips, gripping tightly as he pinned them back onto the bed, his eyes flickering up to meet George's as he chuckled quietly and said, "patience, George."

George rolled his eyes, huffing in annoyance as the blonde leaned back in, one of his large hands wrapping around George's throat as he pressed his lips to the column of the brunette's neck, muttering against the skin, "behave, George. I'm in control here, not you."

George couldn't stop the small whimper that escaped from his throat, his whole body heating up at the very idea of being dominated by the blonde. On any other occasion, George would feel the need to fire right back at Dream, but he was currently at a loss for words, his mind quickly drifting to unsavory places as Dream pulled back and looked down at him.

The hand around his throat tightened, George's thoughts growing fuzzy as Dream said, "are you gonna behave, George? I wanna hear you say it."

George nodded as best he could, Dream's hand loosening just enough to allow him to say, "yes, I'll behave, Dream."

Dream chuckled again, a satisfied grin on his face as he moved both hands to pull George's shirt off. He leaned back over the brunette, his lips close to George's as he quietly said, "that's what I thought."

George's face flushed pink, his mind reeling as he attempted to bite back a response. Before he had a chance to even think of a coherent sentence, Dream's lips were pressed to his again, their tongues moving together in a messy kiss that left the brunette flustered and breathless.

He laced his hands into Dream's hair, tugging gently and earning a low groan from the blonde. Dream's hips rolled down roughly against his, George's hips instinctively rolling up to meet the movement.

George moaned into the kiss, tugging on blonde locks again as Dream repeated his movements, pulling back to watch the brunette below him.

George focused his gaze on Dream, whose eyes had dropped down as his hands moved to finally unbutton the brunette's jeans. He pulled the zipper down slowly, shifting back to pull the fabric off of the brunette before lifting his eyes to meet George's gaze.

George inhaled sharply as Dream moved one hand to palm him over the fabric of his boxers, exhaling a quiet moan as his eyes threatened to flutter closed. He managed to keep his eyes locked on Dream's, the blonde moving his hand to trace slowly along the waistband of the brunette's boxers.