i don't want you to like me | dreamnotfound smut

ch. 2

Over the next couple of weeks, Dream would occasionally appear in George's room in the dead of night, shove George down and have him choke on his dick, both of them wondering how this whole thing was going to progress as what they were allowed to do now opened a whole lot of possibilities.

Until any further escalation, George used this as an opportunity to just have fun, experiment with his new sexual partner, finding himself getting better and better at giving head each time. He was pleased with his work, able to get Dream off with just his mouth, gratified every time he was able to make Dream finish inside him.

George always tried to keep up the interest, thinking of something new so Dream wouldn't get bored or anything. Like pressing Dream's dick against the inside of his cheek, making it protrude in such a obscene way. Dream even seemed to be okay with the occasional scrape of teeth, which George found very exciting to learn. Or, doing what was assumed to be Dream's favorite, deepthroating.

But, always, without fail, as soon as Dream came into George's mouth, he would leave immediately. It always disappointed George, who wanted to do more, just to have Dream touch him like he did that one time before.

At least he could imagine it as he rid himself of his hard on.

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A few days passed with no late night visits from Dream. George pouted to himself. Even though he was literally just giving to the other without getting anything in return, he still looked forward to it. Something about Dream just using him was.. thrilling.

George felt a little ashamed at feeling that way, but Dream just had this control where George felt like he would do whatever Dream wanted. Honestly, he wished that the other used him more. That they could go all the way.

George sighed, taking out his dildo that closely matched Dream's size. It was still a little bit smaller, George surmised, now an expert on Dream's dick as it was so often in his mouth. He should really buy a more accurate one.

This will do for now. The time had already passed for when Dream usually came to see him, so this was just another day without anything.

George wondered if maybe he did something wrong last time? It seemed pretty much the same as usual. Maybe he teased Dream too much, as George attempted to draw out the blowjob just a bit, only enough that Dream wouldn't notice. Still, there was no way to know and George didn't think asking Dream would do any good.

Mostly because there was an unspoken deal between them to not talk about what they were doing, or, well, actually for George to not talk about it. While Dream was often silent as George sucked him off, he would quip the occasional remark about how desperate George seemed for his dick. Other than that, it was never brought up.

George thought over their past encounters for a moment, his dick stiffening as he remembered the feeling of Dream inside his mouth, taking him until he couldn't breathe. The thoughts quickly turned him only, until George was pulling out the lube and slicking up his fingers, quickly shoving them inside himself.

He was considering letting Dream just completely skullfuck him the next time he came over. Though it was a little intense and slightly dangerous, as it was just giving up his mouth to let Dream fuck, George not having any control being used that way, it might ease any tension he had at George. And, the thought of Dream having that complete and utter dominance excited George as he fingered himself open.

He panted, trying to reach up to that place inside himself. He imagined how Dream's fingers would feel, so much longer and thicker than his own. How they would fill George up way more satisfyingly than his ever did. And that wouldn't even be the best part, as Dream would replace his fingers with something much bigger.