maybe i wasn't joking | dreamnotfound smut

ch. 8

After all that happened in the previous chapter, which, if you missed it, was just an endless amount of sex, George requested a much needed break from all the incessant fucking. Dream agreed, of course, he's very respectful here, letting the other have his rest, one he had to admit he needed himself after the explosion of repressed sexual desire.

But, this also meant that since George was the one to call for this intermission, Dream was going to make him be the one to break it, forcing the other to explicitly ask for him when George inevitably became horny again.

Dream grinned, determined to hold out until George couldn't take it anymore.

How fun.

Dream kept to his word, but, that didn't stop him from giving George lingering touches, kissing him until he was breathless, and, just openly eye-fucking him. All to tease and tempt.

This, combined with George's natural thirsty state, it was only a couple of days later when he became so pent up and wanting.

Though, he didn't want to admit that to Dream, to prove that his resolve was that weak and pathetic. George was thinking of getting at least a week of recovery, not two measly days.

Dream would be all smug and tease him endlessly on how desperate he was.

And, George was not desperate. Well.. not yet at least. He didn't know if his conviction would last much longer.

He decided to make Dream come after him, trying his best to, for lack of a better description, seduce the other, just to avoid out-right saying what he wanted because, well, he was George after all. He needed to do something that Dream couldn't resist, something that would save him from having to admit defeat.

First, starting off simple, George left the bathroom door open while he showered, an obvious invitation, especially as George dropped some not so subtle hints about being lonely in the shower, but, sadly, Dream did not take the bait.

He decided to take it one step further and walk by Dream in just his towel. George's skin was glistening, his hair fluffy, and the skimpy cloth loose on his hips.

Dream simply looked him up and down, grinning at the display, a challenging look in his eye for George to speak up, and, when the other stayed silent, just went back to what he was doing.

Dammit, George thought, stomping to his room. Dream was playing with him. He had to be. No way he didn't know what George was up to.

Of course, this was another game.

Next, George tried to lead Dream into something more when they made out that night. They were already on the bed, the room dark except the glow of a warm lamp. It was the perfect conditions.

Dream was hovering over him, his knees in between George's legs. He licked into George's mouth hotly, pressing them together like he was planning on taking this further, surely.

George shivered, running his hand up under Dream's shirt, feeling the warm skin under his fingertips.

Dream became more urgent and hurried, George vindicated that his plan worked.

Dream slid his hands down slowly George's waist, like he was about to touch him, then cut them off right there as he pushed himself up, breaking them apart abruptly.

George was breathless, barely able to keep himself from grabbing at Dream and slotting them back together.

Dream looked a little smug, his eyes seemed to taunt George, saying 'What, is it George? Want something?'

But, he remained silent, snuggling up behind George, spooning him, waiting for any indication the other was giving in, but they both stubbornly refused to break on this unspoken challenge of wills.