30 Day Trial Period [DreamNotFound]

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[TW/CW: Smut, degradation, choking, hair pulling]

"Dream..." George says, his hand on the middle of Dream's bare chest. His eyes are dark, full of an emotion that Dream has seen before. He's never seen George this confident before, determined to get something.

Of course, he'll give George whatever he wants.

Not without having him beg for it though.

"George..." Dream matches George's tone, the lowness and mischievousness of it. George's hand moves upward as the other does, and he cups Dream's face with both of his hands gently.

"I want you."

Three simple words. Dream has read them in a text before, a text sent by George himself. He wasn't sure how to feel about those words then, but now, he's certain he wants to hear them again.

He grabs George's wrists and flips them around, George being pushed against the door with force, his hands above his head. A strange mix of a moan and a gasp is torn from George's throat, and Dream looks down at him with softness in his eyes, underlying lust within them.

"Say that again." Dream demands, his voice soft. One of his hands hold both of George's wrists against the door, the other hand on George's waist as his knee presses against George's clothed erection.

"I- I want you." George stutters. Dream bites his lip.

Ever since Sapnap returned home, the two of them haven't shown much affection towards each other. A kiss on the cheek or forehead, or a hug, or even just laying on the couch together. They don't want to make their friend uncomfortable with physical affection, but now that they're alone, in a separate room, Dream can barely keep his hands off of George.

Dream instantly licks his way into George's mouth. It's rough, the both of them touch-starved and desperate for each other. They part to take off their shirts, and before the material can even hit the floor, their lips are already crashing together again in a hot mess. Along with the sounds of their heavy breathing, George softly moans into Dream's mouth.

Dream pulls away, his hands on George's waist. He looks at George so softly, as if he's the most fragile thing in the world. Yet, his eyes tell a completely different story. There's a flame that's been ignited in those green eyes, a fire hot enough to burn anything in it's way. He wants George just as much, if not more than, George wants him.

"You have to be quiet, baby. We don't want Sapnap to hear how much of a slut you are for me, do we?" George moans louder at that, and Dream wraps a hand around his throat, squeezing lightly. "What did I just say?" George's eyes widen, and Dream nearly laughs at how desperate the brunet seems, just by the look in his eyes.

George absolutely loves the way Dream's voice can drop so low, so demanding. It's hot, it's intimidating in the best way possible, and George is sure he will never be able to get enough of it.

Their lips connect again in yet another heated makeout, and this time George guides Dream to the bed. Dream situates himself at the headboard, and George crawls on top of him. Dream connects his lips to George's neck, forming more purple marks, much darker ones that George will see in the morning. If George were to go out in public without covering the marks, there'd surely be eyes on him.

Dream likes that thought. Everyone seeing that he did that to George. Everyone knowing that George is his, and only his.

Experimentally, George grinds his hips down. He can feel how hard Dream is under him, and Dream groans when George grinds his hips down again. One of Dream's hands stays on George's throat while the other settles on his hip, guiding George's movements. Both of then moan simultaneously, trying to be quiet so they don't wake their sleeping friend who's just down the hall.