I've Got You (Baby Don't Fall) // dnf

I've Got You (Baby Don't Fall)

"Is this okay?"

George stares at the collar, his eyes watching like a hawk as Dream runs his fingers on the fabric, the slight jingle of the bell ringing in his ears loudly. It's a gorgeous black collar, the edges of the fabric are slightly frilly, and there's a big bow on the front of it and attached to it is a small bell. When George reaches out to touch the fabric delicately, the color not only compliments his pale skin but contrasts it deliciously.

George swallows the lump in his throat, and his eyes nervously look into Dream's. "Yeah," he breathes, eyes staring back down at the collar. "This is okay."

His boyfriend toys with the collar in his hands and the small bell that's attached to it rings quietly. George's mind races at the jingle of the bell, imagining how much it would ring when the younger is fucking him earnestly, or when he wears it around the house, signifying his small presence.

"You want me to put it on, kitten?" Dream asks quietly, the new pet name slips easily from his lips and it has George's body trembling with excitement. The way he asks the questions makes it seem like he knew how much of a big deal this was to the elder, it's as if he knew how much George had wanted — no, begged for this. The question is more of him asking if he was ready.

George nods wordlessly, turning around on the sinking bed and letting his boyfriend put the collar around his pale neck. When he hears the click behind his ear, his breath hitches and he holds it.

His headspace flies, it soars when he runs a finger over the soft fabric of the collar. When they reach the bow he touches the bell, flicking it to ignite a small jingle.

He starts to feel floaty and high at the sound.

"Baby?" George faintly hears his boyfriend's voice and he hums lightly, twisting around and leaning into the warm heat of his body as Dream wraps his arms around the smaller boy. "You okay?" Dream holds his cheeks, caressing it delicately with his thumb and George leans into his hand. His eyes flutter open and he nods at his words. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I'm floating, Dreamie," George mumbles quietly. It feels good, it feels amazing, and George wants to dive further into this sea of submission he's found himself at, wants to submerge himself into this unknown part of his mind. But the feelings start to go away as he gets more used to the lightweight of the collar on his neck. "It's going away now, though," he pouts at the blond.

Dream chuckles. "Baby, I think you might've almost slipped into subspace."

"Can you— Can you take me there?" George says with wide eyes.

His boyfriend's eyes soften, a hint of seriousness lacing through it. "You sure? You won't be able to check-in with me as much, you know," he worries and George hums, nodding at the statement.

"I trust you, baby," he whispers and Dream leans forward, pressing a soft kiss onto pink lips. The brunet sighs into the kiss, and he lets him lick possessively into his mouth, canines nibbling on his bottom lip.

"How rough do you want me to be, baby?"

"Um, maybe just— just how we usually do it. You can call me names and stuff, you know," his cheeks light up bright red with embarrassment, and Dream wheezes at his reaction.

"We've had sex so many times, sweetheart, you don't have to be shy."

"Shut up!" George weakly hits him on the chest, bringing out a burst of wheezing laughter. But the quick movements cause the bell on his neck to jingle lightly and he freezes, a wave of submission rolling over him softly. "Dream," he whimpers. The bell rings again when he moves to hide his burning face into the crook of Dream's neck and the blond coos at the action, fingers running through brunet locks. George slowly feels the hardness between his thighs grow.