George's attention was pulled from his phone by a small creak that came from his bedroom door. He looked up to see why his door was being pushed open, expecting to see Patches. A soft smile made its way onto his face when he saw Dream standing in the doorway. He was wearing his biggest hoodie, the one that went down past his knees, the one George had to help him cuff the sleeves of. His fingertips rested on the painted wood as he looked at George. Dream's pupils were dilated and his cheeks were dusted with a soft pink.
George huffed and swung his legs over the side of the bed, patting the empty space beside him. Dream trotted over to the spot, sitting down next to the British boy. He laid his head on George's shoulder, to which George stroked Dream's head.
"Does the little whore need some help getting himself off?" Dream whimpered; he loved when George talked to him like that, disguising the degradation with a sweet voice and making it sound like praise. He hid his face in the crook of George's neck timidly and nodded.
George snaked his hand under the hem of Dream's hoodie, being surprised when there were no undergarments restricting him from Dream. He scoffed, rubbing the tip of Dream's member.
"Such a fucking slut. You knew exactly what was going to happen, didn't you?" George hissed as Dream moaned. "You knew you were coming in here to get pleasured, huh?" Dream frantically nodded, panting now that George was jerking him off properly.
"You wanna cum? Huh, slut? Use your words, precious." The fog around Dream's mind began to clear once he was ordered to give a response. He gripped onto George's sleeves, gritting his teeth as he tried to think of something to say. George stopped his motions, speaking before Dream could whine. "Is talking too hard right now?" Just the way he said it, so caring and genuine, let Dream figure out that this was a real question. George was out of his headspace and actually concerned.
Dream simply nodded. Although he wasn't very vocal in general, there were some times he couldn't bring himself to speak.
"Red, yellow, green." Dream thought for a moment at the prompt. He held up a fist with his thumb and pinky out, shaking it. Yellow he said. "What's your safe action?" Dream held out his hands in front of him, splaying them so they could be differentiated from normally putting hands up, palms to George. It was the action for stop. "Good job, I'm so proud of you," George praised, kissing Dream's forehead. "Wanna keep going?"
As soon as Dream nodded, George's hand was right back on his member. "So pathetic. You want me so bad you can't even talk." George's pace was unyielding, pace quickening by the second. "Do you want to cum?" Dream nodded desperately. "The only way you're going to get that is by getting off on my thigh." George let go of Dream's cock, to which Dream whimpered in an annoyed fashion. George patted his upper leg, drawing the blond's attention to it.
Dream straddled George's limb, hovering slightly over it so as to not let his length touch the fabric of George's jeans. George wrapped his arms around Dream's waist, helping him sit down so he was comfortable. Dream squeaked a bit when he felt the material against his skin. He gave a couple experimental thrusts, just to see how it felt. He was amazed that he enjoyed the feeling.
"C'mon, now. Something new has never stopped a needy whore like you, has it?" George teased, causing Dream to snap his hips forward. Instead of stopping like he did the first few times, he kept going, starting at a slow pace. As time went on, he planted his head on George's shoulder, hugging him while George kept his arms around Dream's lower back.
After a few more moments, Dream was humping George's leg like a dog, frantically chasing his climax. Every now and then, George would call him a name, causing him to try and go even faster.
Dream knocked on George hysterically, having his fist closed tight with his thumb in the front. Yesyesyesyesyesyesyseyesyes yes yes! George could tell by how quickly Dream was coming undone that he was not far from cumming at all.
"You wanna cum so bad, don't you? You like when I talk to you like this? Fucking whore." As soon as the words had left George's mouth, Dream had arched his back in an odd angle and came onto the denim that was under him. George rubbed his back as Dream basked in the afterglow of his high.
"F.. Felt g-good," Dream breathed, body shivering.
"That's so good to hear, baby," George sighed, peppering soft kisses all over the other's face.
Dream smiled, loving the feeling of being loved. He played with the strings of his hoodie while George changed his pants from jeans to pajama bottoms. He tossed Dream a pair of boxers, the latter putting them on after cleaning up his lower half.
George hugged Dream down into the bed, admiring how sweet the whole situation felt. Before long, he heard Dream breathing softly. He kissed the younger's hand, whispering a few small praises before snuggling into the blond.
Is there anything better than after-sex-cuddles? Maybe, but right now they felt like the best thing in the world.
