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make up [smut]

thank you mywastaken for the very lovely request :]

wordcount: 1488

involved: rough sex, begging, praise, degrading, knife and blood play, daddy kink, pet names, orgasm denial

George sat in bed alone while Dream was in his office to give them some space. 

It was so stupid, George thought. He knew he was in the wrong when he'd been bitchy to Dream without reasoning, even he didn't know what got into him. But him getting irritated led to a bigger argument where Dream overstepped a line. They both messed up, and both were to stubborn to admit it. 

So, they settled on a night with some space. George was fine, though he wished Dream could be cuddling him right now, but he knew it was for the better so they both could cool down. He knew he definitely needed to cool down--not emotionally but physically. It was scorching and blazing hot in the bedroom, which would be normal if he didn't have the ac running. 

George threw the covers off of him and ambled to the dresser. He rummaged through articles of clothes--both his and dreams--until he found a t-shirt of his boyfriends, which always fit more comfortably. Sliding off his pajama pants, he slipped on the too big shirt. He didn't bother with pants or shorts, boxers would do just fine for him.

He was so caught up trying to find clothes, George hadn't even realized Dream, who had been standing in the doorway for a good minute or so. 

"What?" George asked, assuming he was ready to sleep. His voice was softer, as well as his gaze when he noticed a few wet spots near the collar of his shirt. He hated to know something he said or caused had made Dream upset, it killed him. But what stumped George was the expression Dream wore. It wasn't sad or anxious, not even gloomy. It was hungry. 

He had no time to prepare except for the two seconds that it took Dream to walk over to him and grab his waist, pressing his lips against his with reason. Harshly. George was a bit taken aback by this, first they were arguing and now they were making out? George pulled away slightly before he went right back in, reciprocating the kiss just as roughly. 

Now it was Dream who pulled back, keeping his hands on Georges waist. "Is this okay?" He whispered, so close he was basically murmuring in Georges mouth. 

"More than." 

With the consent given Dream didn't want to be gentle anymore--not that he was being gentle to begin with. Bounding their lips again, he guided George to the bed, pushing him down. The sight was definitely one he loved to see--George, sprawled out on their bed, wearing his t-shirt with messy hair and big soft eyes.

George watched as Dream threw off his own shirt and crouched down, searching for something under the bed. His face dusted a dark crimson shade as he watched him, unsure of what he was looking for. It could be a number of things..rope, cuffs, special toys, he waited in anticipation.