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

ch. 14

Dream and George made their way into the house with much difficulty, stumbling over each other as they still couldn't bear to part, stopping every few seconds to reconnect their lips more solidly, or run their hands in each other's hair, or even start undressing the other.

George's shirt was completely unbuttoned, pants unzipped and open, looking like he already had the sex that was coming up in this scene.

Dream couldn't keep his eyes off this disasterly hot image of his own creation. George was making him feel some type of way, in all sorts of places.

God, he was down so bad.

Dream pushed George the final few paces into his bedroom, kicking the door closed.

George was just clinging to Dream, practically being carried as things were propelling in urgency. It was all a mess of hands, lips, clothes flying off in disarray as they moved to the bed, just completely lost in each other.

"What do you want, George?" Dream teased, his voice raspy and low, sliding two fingers inside of the other.

George clutched Dream's collar in a vicious grip, trying to pull him closer, needing more contact. "You, ugh, Dream. Now," he demanded desperately.

Dream scrambled to find the lube, revealing to himself a deep desire to do literally anything George wanted when he used that tone.

Before he could use that lube, George tugged on Dream's shirt insistently. "Off."

Dream should not being feeling how he did with George commanding instructions, but, he did so anyway. He was too drunk on the wine and lust and just George to really care about who was in control right now.

Since sober Dream would probably be upset with how he was acting, being swayed to George's beck and call.

But, this Dream liked it. Well, not that the other one didn't, per se. It was just that sober, in-charge at all times Dream wouldn't let himself even get the chance to experience it, always demanding control so he couldn't admit that he liked when George was.

Right now, though, he wanted to give it up, let George lead them to whatever he desired for the night. For the first time, truly giving George all the power.

When Dream was fully undressed, as George directed, he quickly slicked up his dick with lube, immediately sliding it inside the very impatient George beneath him.

They both groaned, like neither had ever done this before.

George wrapped his legs over Dream's waist, bringing him as closely as possible, tightly slotting them together until there was barely room to breathe.

"Ah-, ugh, Dream. Faster," George whined, disconnecting their lips and whipping his head back, sliding his hands down to Dream's back.

Dream did so, slamming into George harshly, making them both gasp. "Mm, George," Dream murmured, pressing his face against George's shoulder.

"Erg, what?"

Dream didn't understand why George responded like that for a moment, but, then felt his face warm up in embarrassment as he realized he just moaned George's name, something he never did.

George actually had the correct response, as Dream usually was asking for something if he said his name.

He really didn't have anything to request, though, "Um, nothing."

George wasn't really in the state to care, barely even listening to Dream at this point since he was being just completely and thoroughly railed.

Dream shifted upwards slightly, attempting to get a more hard hitting angle, which he did, causing George to snap his head up, looking directly at Dream.