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

ch. 7

Nothing was mentioned about the night George spent in Dream's room again, but, George didn't care. It was still a special moment, one that he kept close to his heart, a fond, fluffy memory he could have all to himself.

How sweet.

Now, back to the regularly scheduled smut.

Their sex life reached a point, escalating so far that it was now unable to be contained anymore in just the nighttime, starting to bleed into their regular lives. This set George more on edge, nervous that they would get caught. Of course, they were still pretty careful, but, sometimes it was way too close for comfort.

Like, one time when Dream decided he had to have George right then and there, on the bathroom counter on just a regular Tuesday afternoon. Sapnap was streaming, so, they didn't have to worry too much about him walking by, but, George still thought it was sketchy.

Especially since after they were done, clothes haphazardly put back on, hair so obviously mussed, George went out the door and immediately ran right into Sapnap on the way to his room.

Sapnap looked confused as he watched Dream casually walk out of the same bathroom he just saw George exit a minute ago, but, Sapnap didn't say anything, put up any question on what they could possibly be doing.

George was beginning to think Sapnap knew and just didn't really want to ask, or, simply wasn't really interested in what they were up to.

Dream, of course, was having a little too much fun with the concept of barely escaping getting caught. And, that was George's main concern right now, currently tied up on his bed, waiting for Dream to come back. The fact that his door was unlocked made his heart beat out of his chest, anxious and sweating.

How did he always end up in situations like this?

Oh, that's right. Dream. He was really starting to become a pain in George's ass. And, I mean that literally.

But, George was into that and we're not kink shaming here.

It was late into the afternoon, Dream coming into George's room to bother him because he was bored. Dream being bored always meant they had sex. George was picking up these patterns, laying out complex equations that predicted with nearly 100% accuracy whether Dream was horny or not. Though, since they almost always ending up fucking despite any other variables, it might just be that Dream was almost always horny.

But, nevertheless, George found himself with Dream's hand on his dick, still and unmoving to keep George from getting off, whimpering at the touch. He tried to reach over to Dream, to bring him closer or reciprocate the touch or something, anything, but, Dream stopped him.

"Uh uh, George. No touching," Dream chastised with a low grin. George didn't know what Dream was playing at today, so, he pouted at the scold.

"Then move," George whined, trying to push his hips up into Dream's grip, clutching at Dream's knee, which only made Dream shake his head disapprovingly.

Dream sighed. "I guess you need help to keep your hands to yourself," he said, pulling out some silk ties from his pocket.

George just stared at them for a second. Did Dream bring those in here with the intent purpose of using them on George? That was kinda extremely hot..

"How would you feel about being tied up, George?" Dream teased, sliding the silk over his hands, "Are you into that?"

George's mind was a little dazed, warmth running down straight into his dick. "I've always wanted to try it," he murmured, holding out his hands for Dream.

Dream tied George's wrists together, knotting them quickly and effectively, so much so that George would not be able to get out of them on his own.

George's heart fluttered in his chest as Dream pushed him down on the bed, placing his arms up over his head. Dream ghosted his fingers over George's chest, grinning at the power he held over him.